Dead Girl Walking - Tom Holland
Prompt: @nerkybowtie : “Can you write an image where the reader is rocking out to Heathers, singing and dancing around the kitchen.(I do this every time I’m cleaning my apartment) Tom hears the music and ends up watching and recording the whole thing. The reader is embarrassed once she finds him, while in the middle of singing Dead Girl Walking.(and not the reprise just to let you know lol) Awkward fluffiness ensues with the reader trying to hide in a blanket.”
Summary: The reader is dancing and singing along to Dead Girl Walking from the musical version of Heathers. Tom ends up sneakily recording their adorable dance moves.
A/N: I tried my best and I really hope you enjoy it, even though it might be a smidge different than the ask. ♥♥
You slid across the kitchen floor over to your speaker, turning it up as Dead Girl Walking from one of your favorite musicals came on. It had been quite a Heathers: The Musical filled day, as any cleaning day was. You’d already listened to the album twice and were more than ready to listen to it twice more.
Humming the first verse, you put away a stack of dishes into the cabinet and began putting away the silverware. Your hips swayed slowly back and forth as you mouthed the words as the song progressed. Grabbing a wooden spoon to put it in the designated drawer, you began to sing the lyrics out loud into the spoon
“I’m in your yard,” you paused dramatically for a second, “I’m a Dead Girl Walkin’!” Belting out the lyrics as if you really were in the musical. The music continued in the background as you kept cleaning up the kitchen. You rocked from side to side, grooving to the lyrics.
“Before they punch my clock, I’m snappin’ off your window lock,” You acted out the words and continued to shimmy around the confined space.
Tom walked past the kitchen on his way to get something off the dining room table. The music filling the air caught his attention and he peeped in the doorway to see you sliding across the kitchen in one of his sweatshirts and cutesy socks with pandas on them. He chuckled to himself and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He swiped up and began recording your singing and dancing.
Later that night Tom sat down on the couch and started rewatching the video of you. He could not help but laugh at your terribly coordinated dance moves and how committed you were at executing the singing. You stood in the bedroom hanging up your last shirt in the closet. Familiar songs you knew by heart played softly. You stopped for a second wondering if you’d become so obsessed that you now heard the Heathers Ensemble everywhere. Placing the empty laundry basket by the door you walked out of the room and into the rest of the apartment. You called for Tom and he replied with a laughter filled shout.
Standing by the couch you looked over his shoulder and saw a video of you on his phone, dancing around the kitchen. Tom was practically in tears from laughing so hard.
“Oh my god,” You stopped in shock and filled with so much embarrassment.
“Hi Darling,” He managed to say through broken laughs. You flopped next to him on the couch and covered yourself with a cover. Tom tried to pull the cover down but you fought him.
“Come on,” He pleaded still trying to remove the cover. You gripped it tighter and yelled, “You better not have posted that or sent it to Harrison,”
Tom was finally able to remove the cover and looked you in the eyes.”Y/N, I promise I didn’t post it,” He smiled softly and kissed you.
Your cheeks flushed and you looked down at your lap. “Why did you record it in the first place” You sighed and took his hand in yours, squeezing it.
“Uh- I heard you performing the entire ensemble in the kitchen and just couldn’t resist,” He laughed and watched as your cheeks grew even redder.
“Nope, That wasn’t me,” You joked and rested your head on his shoulder.
“Eh, I’m pretty sure it was you in those panda socks,” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your shoulder. You looked back up at him and kissed his cheek, “Want to watch it again?” He asked and smirked at you.
“No Holland, you know what gimme your phone,” You took his phone and deleted the embarrassing video. “Oops, Looks like we can’t,” You shrugged playfully and got up from the couch. “Not fair!” He yelled at you.