tom holland + peter parker

what a piece T.H.

requests: can u do one where ag!reader made a tattoo about tom (maybe a spider idk u choose) and talk about in a interview?

can u do one where ag!reader says in a interview that breathin its about tom and the internet go crazy about it?

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"Okay here, this one says 'what's breathin' about?'" You chuckle, bringing your leg over the other, crossing them while you firmly held the cards. You were reading tweets and questions from your fans, fitted in jeans and a cute turtle neck for the occasion. It's a low-key interview, so you're having a comfortable time talking into the camera. You try not to get too stumbly with your words, because a lot of the profile pictures are of Tom or the two of you, and you get giddy at the hints of him.

"Well, obviously breathing." You laugh, and a few crew members join in. "But uhm... Well, I'd say Tom. It's about anxiety attacks and not being able to get a breath in at all. So, in a way it's about Tom because... well, it's about Tom helping me control my breathing and finally getting air."

You gesture to the camera to show that you're done answering the question, and you laugh again, at yourself for being silly. When you switch to the next card, you read it aloud.

"Do you have any tattoos? If so, what and where are they?" You hum, nibbling on your bottom lip while you ponder the thought. A few crew members laugh while you debate it, and eventually, you realize the answer is quite clear already. "Yeah, I do. I have this cute little minimalist, cartoony spider-man dangling from a web in black and white. It's uhm..." You scratch your temple with a sheepish smile. "An... obvious tribute to uh- yeah."

As you make your way through the last few questions, you make your way off the set where you're reunited with Tom at home.

"Hey, love. How was press?"
"Good, exhausting, embarrassing." You let out a wheeze, chuckling while you plop onto the couch beside him. He smiles softly, pulling you into his side and kissing your temple.

"Embarrassing...?"

You look up at him, scrunching your face in a cute way while he chuckles. "Shut up." You mumbled, squeezing his middle a little tighter.

"Just wanna know what you blabbed about. It wouldn't be me, would it?"

You nuzzle further into the warmth of his chest, and his laughs rings through the air in response.

When the interview comes out the next day, you're groggy and fresh out of sleep. Tom isn't in bed when you wake up, and as you roll over with a groan, you realize he's probably downstairs making breakfast. You rise out of bed, grabbing his hoodie before stumbling your way out of the room and downstairs. When you enter the kitchen, Tom greets you with a smile and a soft "good morning," passing you a fresh cup of coffee and setting breakfast on the table.

"Thank you, baby." You pout appreciatively, reaching across the table for his hand. He intertwines your fingers.

"'F course, love."
"Yeah," you click your phone on, finally checking up on everything you missed. When you open twitter, you're flooded with various tweets all regarding yesterday's interview. As you look up in shock, Tom's mouth is pulled into a smirk.

"Finally found out what you were saying about me in that interview."

"Tommy," you whine, head in your hands. "They're obsessing over breathin' now."

"So?" He giggles, "It's a damn good song."

"Yeah whatever." You grumble jokingly, and Tom laughs again. "Your fans are decoding the lyrics, now."

"Let 'em try." He grins again, and it makes your knees weak. "'S not like they've got the cutest tattoo ever."

"Tom-"

"And the hottest. I swear to fuck," He licks his lips, eyeing you. "What a piece."