Request: 35, 38, & 48 with Tom Holland

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You're startled out of your writing session from a scream originating from the bathroom. You close your laptop and jump to your feet, scurrying across the hardwood floors to the doorway. "What's wrong!" you shout, breathless as you round the corner.

In the bathroom mirror, you meet the terrified eyes of Tom Holland. Your boyfriend has a shaving razor in one hand and a clump of his brown hair in the other. Then you take notice of his hairline, one side of his head being that much shorter than the other.

"Thomas Stanley Holland, what did you do!" you exclaim, trying to hide the laughter that's building up in your chest at the sight of him.

"I--I was just fucking shaving!" he shrieks, his voice going up an octave in panic. He tosses the clump of hair and the razor into the sink as if they've burned him.

You hear Tom's best friend Harrison walk up the stairs, no doubt alarmed by the noise. "What the fuck, Holland!" he shouts, walking into the bedroom. "What's he done?"

You wave Haz over, and when he sees Tom, Harrison does little to suppress his laughter. He doubles-over, eyes tearing up. Tom glares at you both, but mostly at Harrison.

"You look like a monkey who's been strategically shaved!" Harrison guffaws, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Tom looks at the shaved part of his head and groans. "Harrison, I will fucking kill you, mate!"

Harrison walks out of the room, and you move to Tom's side to comfort him. "Now just hold on a diddly darn minute," you state, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind. You look up at him in the mirror. "I think it's cute. Well, it will be when we even it out, and I can do that."

Tom meets your eyes in the mirror, a small grin on his lips. "Did you seriously just say 'diddly darn'?"

You roll your eyes and press a kiss to his cheek. "I did, monkey."

Tom groans and hangs his head. "Never mind, the moment's gone."

You giggle and push him into the bathroom chair. "Sit. I'll even it out. You won't even notice it was a mistake. Hold still, monkey."

Tom glares at you. "That nickname isn't sticking."