tom holland + peter parker

damn lucky T.H.

request: black!ag!reader appears on an interview with her natural hair for the first time which makes tom and her fans freak out (in a good way, obviously), maybe? :]

hope this is good enough... :) <3

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After years of limping through the industry without a good hairstylist, hours sitting in a chair while somebody else did box braids on you, you finally had the courage to just go out naturally. You'd done it a few times, of course, but as things go, you got backlashed and labeled "unprofessional" for merely living comfortably in your own skin. You talked to Zendaya about her experiences too, and a bond quickly formed into a friendship that mattered greatly to you.

Tonight, however, is the first time you'll be appearing in an interview with your kinky hair. You'd been on call with your mom while getting ready, only truly feeling comfortable when you took care of yourself. When Tom came into the dressing room (with permission), he gasped in excitement as he realized your complete look. He clapped childishly, eye crinkles showing. You shied away from the affection, scrunching your face up in the adorable way that he loves.

"Love!" he gestures to you and then to your hair. "It's the curlies!"

"Yeahhh," You sigh, head tilting in a bashfully smile. Tom embraces you, pulling you into his chest with a chuckle that rumbles through his chest. You hug him back, arms around his middle while he kisses your forehead.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," He speaks between them. "You know the fans are going to flip."

"Yeah," You giggle. "They're the homies. We'll chat after my T-L calms."

"You and those twitter replies," he playfully rolls his eyes and the two of you share a laugh as the stage director requests for you to come out.

With a final nod, you link hands with Tom as you make your way down the backstage corridor. The two of you halt behind the cameras, set up in front of a table with supplies for the interview. As you're motioned forward, you give Tom one last kiss before you separate, him sitting in a chair with a water bottle in his hands, and you to the front of the camera, skin glowing in the way he loves and admires, in the way that truly shows your beauty.

Eventually, the cameraman yells "Action!" and you're introducing yourself while explaining the details of the game you're about to play. You're playing word association, giving you a chance to sing just a little bit and maybe even tease your upcoming album: Sweetener.

All the while, Tom is sitting peacefully while admiring you in your true state. His face is hidden behind his phone, taking pictures of you that only he will get to see. He manages to figure out his way onto twitter, and his timeline is full of excitement, thrilled and fangirling fans. Tom sees his name being mentioned in too many tweets to count, and he realizes now that he's posted a behind-the-scenes picture of you and your hair.

Your fans are commenting crazy, completing ignoring the fact that you're here to support your yet-to-be-released album. Tom curses under his breath, but a smile quickly replaces his worried expression when he reads all the tweets.

"OUR BABY FINALLY WORE THE KINKS 😩😩"

"NO LEAVE ME ALONE Y/N/N'S HAIR-"

"black queen😌😌 knows what she's doing to us😌😌"

"i can already tell this interview is about to have the SUPERIOR looks"

Despite the compliments not sent to him, he still blushes — because he agrees with them, of course, and because he's so giddy about the fact that you look like that and yet that you're his. He looks up from his phone when your laugh rings through the air, and he's reminded all over again, of how damn lucky he is.