tom holland oneshots

goodnight n go

warnings: none :)

summary: reader and tom record ariana grande's "goodnight 'n' go"

word count: 900

"I don't know, Pharrell, I just feel like the album's missing something," you said slumping in your chair. The two of you were seated in front of the studio controls, Tom and Harry in a corner fiddling with one of your guitars. 

"Didn't you say you got rights for some tracks you like?"

You barely perked up, "yeah." 

"I think Goodnight and Go was in that group," he trailed off, hoping you'd get the message, and you did. 

Sitting straight up, you smiled. "That's it! Oh my god I'm already getting ideas." 

Pharrell laughed, and you did too. Tom looked up from his fingers which were on the guitar strings, and he smiled at the sight of you, so comfortable and home in this little studio where all the magic happened. 

About twenty minutes into your brainstorm with Pharrell, and the two of you were recreating beats and instrumentals for your cover version of Imogen Heap's song. 

"Wait do that again," you said. 

Pharrell looked up, "What, this one?" he doubled checked, and you nodded. As soon as the instrumentals started playing you started humming out what you wanted to be the backup vocals and harmonies. Pharrell pointed at you as if you had just turned a light bulb on his head. 

"That's good! And then you can add the original harmony with the-"

"With the added beat but extra harmonics!" you pointed both your hands at him, switching controls to how you wanted them. Then, the two of you listened to the music throughout and when you were satisfied, you went into the studio, pulling your headphones over your ears. 

"Main vocals first," you told him, and he nodded from behind the controls. 

Tom and Harry had emerged from their corner of the booth, standing next to Pharrell to listen to your vocals. Both boys were in awe at your talent, and when the take finished, they started clapping. You laughed at them, motioning for them to come in. 

"I don't know what we can do in here," Harry said upon entering. 

"Yeah," Tom agreed as he put the pair of headphones on, the ones you'd just handed to him. 

"Pharrell, can we record a few of my harmonies and then add a lower octave harmony?" 

"Got it," he said, and you nodded. Then, you turned to them, "just be quiet for a few minutes and then we'll see how you sound on the track. Think you can do a harmony?" 

Harry's eyebrows went up as he shook his head, and Tom did the same. You laughed at them just as the track recorded, and they watched you do the same melody over and over in different harmonies. 

After ten minutes, you told Pharrell you wanted to try it with Tom.

You turned to them, "Just like this," you did the harmony, and they attempted to repeat. Harry completely failed, causing Tom to laugh, and you laughed at that. After five attempts, Harry called a quits, leaving Tom and you in the recording studio. He was so close to nailing it, and you were giving him tips. 

"That's it! That's it!" you tapped his shoulder excitedly. "P, start recording please," you smiled like an emoji, and he laughed, clicking buttons as you and Tom did a take. And then another, and another and another. 

Twenty minutes had passed and Tom had pretty much completed every vocal you wanted him for, and you clapped in satisfaction. 

"That was great, baby!" You cheered him on. 

He blushed, moving in to hug you. You laughed as he nuzzled his face into your breasts. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Pharrell was still recording, and you had spoken right into the mic. 

"He's hiding in my boobs, guys," you laughed out. Tom giggled, the microphone picking that up too.  "I'm spider-man with a boob addiction," you spoke in a low voice, bursting out in laughter in the middle of it.

When the track was completed, you added in that little conversation at the end of it, you laughter fading out as the song ended. When you heard it for the first time, you were sitting in Tom's lap in a corner of the control room, and you laughed at the ending before the two of you cheered. 

"That's it!" you said, fist in the air. "My album is done!"

"Sweetener era here we come!" Tom cheered after you, and the four of you screamed out of happiness before Tom leaned in to kiss you, leaving the passion on the tip of your tongue. 

**

In the middle of one of your Sweetener Sessions shows, Tom and Scooter, your manager, had interrupted your performance of "goodnight n go" by coming on stage. 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Scooter spoke into the microphone, bringing Tom out into view. The audience cheered at the sight of them, and you giggled into your own microphone. 

"What's up?" you laughed. 

"Tom has some great news to share with you."

Tom laughed nervously into the microphone before walking up to you, taking one of your hands in his with a knowing smile. "As of the end of this week, Sweetener is the number one album on the Billboard 200," he announced. 

Fans screamed as cheers went around, and your jaw dropped, tears forming in your eyes. He hugged you, and you nearly collapsed into his arms, in shock. 

He was whispering into your ear, away from the microphones. 

"You did it, baby. You made it." 

You pulled away to look at his face before ruffling his curls with your fingers. 

"Silly.. we did it."