tom holland + peter parker

your london boy T.H.

requests:

WAIT I SAW YOU'RE WILLING TO WRITE TS READER!!!! YOU KNOW JSJFJSJDJSJF LONDON BOY AHHHYGGGY

Can you do taylor swift!reader x tom where london boy gets released and tom and co. react to it with you!

would you be willing to write a taylor!reader? just thinking how cute it would be to see tom and the rest of the world react to london boy 🥺 (sorry for the mistakes, english is not my first language 🥲)

i streamed this song so fucking much... bye

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This is the first album you complete own — just you, with all the rights and the master recordings. So, best believe Tom's throwing a big fucking celebration for the release night.

You're all gathered in the living with glasses of alcohol in your hands and snacks on the coffee table for self-serving. With the album over an hour long, you've decided to skip around the tracks a little bit, letting everyone pick and choose so they can listen to it fully on their own time.

Tom has claimed which track will be the first to play when the clock strikes midnight: London Boy. When you announced the tracklist on social media, there was quite a lot of hype around track eleven, and god almighty you were certain you'd be outed for your complete infatuation for your boyfriend.

"Your secrecy remains no more in just a few minutes, love," Tom comes up behind you, hand finding a comfortable place on the small of your back while he whispers into your ear, beer in his left hand. You know what he's talking about before he even utters the words — he just wants to hear this project. You've been talking about it for so long, so much that Tom came to the studio a few times.

"Less than a minute!" Harrison shouts with a toothy grin, readjusting himself on the armchair.

"C'mon," Tom links your hands and drags you over to the couches. You share a loveseat with him, and just as he places his glass on the coffee table, you check the time.

"Oh my god," you whisper, hand clutching your heart. "It's out. Oh my-"

"Quick!" Tom interrupts excitedly. "Somebody play London Boy through the speakers!"

"Tom-"

"Shush, love. I'm your fan before anything else."

You chuckle but give in, clicking the track and letting the intro play. Tom furrows his brows and looks at you for confirmation on who he thinks is speaking.

"James Corden...?"
"Yep," You smile almost shyly, and it makes Tom coo. "Remember when I had that interview and you were waiting for me backstage?"

Tom nods in understanding before his eyes turn soft. "That's a cute tribute-y reference."

"Yeah, yeah," You wave him off in a state of flux and bashfulness.

The track continues to play, and you gauge Tom's reaction the entire time. When the first verse mentions an accent, Tom's reverted back into his memories when you'd first obsessed over how hot his voice and accent is. His eyes turn to you, and he blushes when he realizes your face is scrunched up so you can avoid talking about how mushy you're being in the song.

"This entire song is just a lyrical Tom Holland obsession," Harrison pouts. "Gross. You two are gross. Give the world a break."

"Shut up, I'm trying to listen, you div!" Tom flicks Harrison's knee and the blonde feigns a dramatic gasp while you chuckle to yourself.

The end of the chorus makes Tom's eyes widen, realizing how knee deep you are in this song — it's the entirety of your feelings for Tom summarized in one song. He doesn't know if he should kiss you, scream in excitement, or sing along. He decides that at some point tonight he'll end up doing all three.

At the end of the second verse, when the music is narrowed down to merely your voice, Tom loses his cool. You hide your face in your hands, pushed over the edge in shyness.

"Love," Tom coos, pulling your hands away from your face and intertwining your fingers. "That is my favorite song in the entire fucking world. You are literally the cutest person I have ever met- and you wrote a song about me?" His entire expression softens and he looks like a human puppy. He's like a teddy bear, and as he pulls you into his embrace, you hum in content and decide that he is a teddy bear.

"Okay, I'd hate to break up whatever mushy grossness this is," Harrison pipes up, face in his phone, "But twitter is freaking out. Like a lot. If I were you I'd-"
"Oh shit, I forgot about the babes," You pull away from Tom, hand reaching for your phone that's charging on the small table beside the arm of the couch. Your fingers work faster than your mind, and before you know it, your eyes are flooded with messages from both yours and Tom's fans.

"anyone peeping london boy??? 👀"

"wait but y/n totally wrote this abt tom... 😩"
"NO BUT THE PUB AND RUGBY LINE... THIS IS SO TOM"

Not only was your timeline full of hype about the track, but it was trending number two in the United States alone, with over 30 thousand tweets in less than an hour.

You glance up after a few quiet moments, eyes locking with Tom's. Your jaw drops in surprise, something that causes Tom to chuckle breathily.

"Love," He clicks the off button of his cell phone. "You're trending on twitter."

"Me? You're the one who's trending too!"

"I'm not the one who wrote the song!"

You scrunch your face with a small whine, head falling into Tom's chest in a huffy hug. He laughs again, and he can tell how flustered you're getting.

"Just love you a lot, 's all," You mumble into his shirt, stumbled hands gripping his. Tom's movements falter as a blush coats his cheeks. He glances down into his lap, where your head lays in embarrassment.

"Yeah?" His hand smoothes over your hair sweetly. "I love being your london boy."