tom holland + peter parker

his remedy T.H.

requests:

i don't know if your requests are open, but if they are and you haven't done this idea yet, what about Tom x AG!Reader where tom and the boys reacting to the 5 deluxe songs on Positions.

hii can u do a blurb where the boys and ag!reader react to the new songs of positions deluxe plss

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After you name dropped the track titles to positions deluxe during your countdown for the 34 + 35 remix, the boys were claiming tracks and getting ready to spread the hype.

Harry had already tweeted out to his followers "make sure to stream positions deluxe tonight❤️" and Harrison made sure to repost your track list post on his Instagram story.

Tom had claimed "worst behavior" and Tuwaine claimed "test drive." Sam was keen on making sure everybody knew that "someone like u (interlude)" was forever his, even if it was only a minute long. You're gathered around the living room, cuddled into Tom's side while the six of you talk amongst yourselves.

Sam and Harrison are talking about something rugby related, eventually switching to video games. Tom is sipping a beer, an arm around your shoulders protectively. You're scrolling through twitter, replying to your fans in that oh-so-familiar fashion that they love.

As you type out another response, Tom's lips come into contact with your head for a sweet kiss, and he reminds you of the time.

"Five minutes, love." He speaks in a sing-songy tone, excitement ever present in his voice.

You smile, "I know, I know." Your voice is soft, reminding Tom that he'll get to hear your voice in some new songs again. He loves it — when he's away on work or when you're out on tour, he has 24/7 access to your soothing voice. It's his remedy.

"Oh shit," Harry checks the time on his phone. "Two minutes."

You chuckle, "Claim your tracks now because there's no going back."

""One minute!" Sam calls out excitedly.

Tom giggles, pulling you closer while he sets his glass down. He's smiling widely, eye crinkles deep and noticeable. You exhale, in nerves and excitement, and then you're pulling up positions deluxe on your spotify, playing the first new track.

"Oh my god," Sam gushes. "I love this more than home."

"The...?" Tom trails off for the answer.

"The snippet at the end of love language," You assure him and he nods.

"This is like the pete davidson of positions."

"You can't touch track fourteen," Harrison points a finger at him. "That's my baby."

"The someone like you interlude is so fresh though," he pouts. "It's better, in my expert opinion."

"Your opinion," Tuwaine laughs. "Is not that of an expert."

"Whatever," Sam flaunts. "It's still the best interlude."

"Next song, please," Harry rushes. "I've been dying to hear my baby."

"You mean my baby," Tom corrects, pulling you impossibly closer to his side.

"I'm not talking about Y/N," Harry rolls his eyes. "I'm talking about 'test drive,' you div."

"Whatever."

"I'm playing it now," You quiet them with a giggle and Tom pouts.

"Holy shit," Tom's demeanor quickly changes. "That tempo! Baby," he pouts at you. "Should I have claimed this track instead?"

"It's too late!" Harry yells, hands pointing at him. "You're stuck with 'worst behavior!' This one's mine!"

"And mine," Tuwaine reminds him, "In case you've forgotten."

"Is this about me?" Tom turns to look at you after the chorus plays. You bite your lip, choosing to remain quiet — but that's enough of an answer for him. "It is about me!"

"Shut up," you mumble.

"Literally all her songs are about you," Harrison groans.

"This one flat out says 'even when I miss you on the road!'" He squeals. "When Y/N/N's on tour or when I'm away for filming." He beams, giddy at the hints towards him.

"I mean unless you guys are getting married," Harry bargains. "Then this isn't about you."

Tom quiets to listen to the lyrics, realizing the clues towards a wedding. His mouth forms an 'o' shape and the boys laugh at him.

"Whatever, next track."

"Worst behavior," You remind them.

Tom nods in response, excited to hear his track.

"Damn, right into it, huh?" Harrison says after you sing the words of the title.

You wave him off with a sheepish smile. When the chorus comes on, Tom's jaw drops. "That's- fuck."

"What?" You giggle at him.

"That chorus! I love it, I love it, I love it," he gushes. "Darling," He whines, lips jutting out. "That was so different. It was like deeper but also not but also fast but clear. Ugh," he whines, "Why is everything you do so fucking perfect?"

Your expression changes to that of bashfulness, and you scrunch your face up at him. Eventually, the song ends — Tom's gushing doesn't — and you move on to 'main thing.'

"Last one," you smile at the boys' sad expressions.

"Rain?" Tuwaine raises an eyebrow. "London??"

Tom's jaw drops while they squeal excitedly about the references.

"You really just took that 'I adore you,' line from Harry Styles, huh?" Harry asks and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"That- he took it from Miley Cyrus!"

"That song is like seven years old," Harrison defends. "Mr. Styles is-"

"Is not involved in my music or my lyrics," You finish for him with a snug smile. Tom chuckles at your response, high fiving you while his tongue plays with his front teeth cockily.

"I'm the main thing, huh?"

You shove him at the shoulder, head tilting back while you groan. "Shut up."

"They said all your songs are about me!" He laughs, defending himself. "I'm speaking the truth!"

"Don't get all movie star on me."

"Never, love," He smiles, pulling you into his side again. "Never."