tom holland oneshots

positions

warnings: wow up implications and build up to smut (no actual smut tho sorry lol) didn't proofread bc im lazy as fuck :)

summary: reader is ariana grande, made positions (the single) about our tommy boy

word count: 1700

(requested) you should definitely stream positions. album and single. all or nothing.

disclaimer: this completely ignores the pandemic. u shouldn't. have a nice day :p

also, victoria monet, tayla parx, tommy brown, peter lee johnson, dave meyers, and james jarvis are all real people who work with ariana grande. yes i'm obsessed what about it

"Tommy!" You greeted your producer, Tommy Brown, hugging him as you set your stuff down. Victoria (Monet) was sitting in a corner of the studio control room, journal open in her lap. 

"Hey Vic," you gave her a quick peace-up sign and she smiled in response. 

"Okay so," you sat down, Tayla Parx, another songwriting friend of yours, and Victoria sitting next to you, Tommy in his office chair by the studio controls. "I brought my journal and I think I have something I really like. Peter sent me some samples a few weeks ago and I've kind of spiraled off that. Jarvis and I came up with a basic guitar melody, and I have a quick demo down already but I'd love to dive deeper into it right now."

Tommy nodded with a smile, "Let's see what you got." 

"Great," you smiled, opening your journal and going into the studio booth. Putting the headphones on, you asked Tommy to play the demo you had sent him and you started singing while he recorded. 

Heaven sent u to me

"Thomas you are literally a god given angel," you practically screamed. He laughed, footballing into your side, clinging to your waist as he hugged you, fingertips caressing the skin. "I'm serious," you said between laughs. 

"I know you are," he replied cheekily, and you lightly slapped his shoulder. 

"Why are you surprising me on your birthday?! That's my job!" you laughed, and he stood up straight, hands still taking home on your waist as he held you against him. 

"I just really love you." 

You jutted your lip out, and he tapped hit, kissing the tip of your nose with a giggle.

I'm just hopin' I don't re-peat history

"Y/N, baby, talk to me," he sat down next to you on the bed, softly tapping your ankle, which was crossed against your other as you sat cross-legged on the bed. 

You shook your head lightly in response, waving him off as if to say it "wasn't a big deal." Tom, however, knew you better than that. 

"Don't act as if I don't see something's wrong. You know you can talk to me, right?" 

You nodded, swallowing thickly as you fiddled with the fingers in your lap. Tom placed his hand on top of yours to stop your movements, hoping to catch your eyes, but you merely took his fingers and played with them instead. 

Tom chuckled, scooting closer until he was inches away from your face 

"Talk to me, angel. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." 

"I'm just-" your voice was shaky, uneven as it rasped. "Afraid things are gonna end up the same way." 

"Things?"