peter parker/tom holland imagines

haircuts | t.h.

tw: none just fluff!

summary: for some reason, you let tom cut your hair.

"why on earth did i agree to this in the first place?" you asked, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

"because i'm the best boyfriend ever and you love me," he scoffed, as if it were obvious.

"mm, i'm thinking no."

"doesn't matter! no take-backsies!"

tom sectioned off your hair, gently pulling on it to tease you. he patted the top of your head, causing you to glare at him. "see, all done. well, with the first part."

he paused, "wait, how short did you want it?"

"do a couple inches. 4 at max. i don't want you to cut off too much and have nothing left for my barber to fix."

"yes ma'am," he grinned, and you simply rolled your eyes.

"seriously, don't mess this upppp!"

"i'm an actor, darling. not a hairdresser."

"then why on earth did you beg me to let you do this?!"

"...because i thought i'd be funny? and it is! it's hilarious and i haven't even started yet!"

"i swear to god, i'm gonna shave your head off."

"hair, you mean?"

"no. head."

"you can't touch my hair," tom said, waving you off. "sony owns it."

you pressed your lips together, frowning at his triumph. "sony can't own your hair if you don't have hair," you retorted.

"yeah, yeah. don't be such a worry wart, love. it's fine," he insisted.

"jeez. just cut it already."

"okay, okay! don't rush the artist," tom muttered, "it's actually quite painful, the amount of faith you have in me."

"well, considering that you're an actor and not a hairdresser, i think i have every right," you grinned, playfully swatting him.

"hmm. well, you'll be eating your own word once you see your hair! but just in case," tom added quickly, "don't quote me on that."

"yeah, okay."

he took scissors to your hairs, just barely hovering over.

"wait!" you interrupted, turning around to face him, and then yelping again when you saw that the metal object was barely a centimeter away from you.

"hey! careful!"

"you stabbed me!"

"w-what? it didn't touch you!"

"it almost did! and then i would've had no eyes!"

"that wasn't even my fault," tommy argued back, "you're the one who spun around that fast. also," he mumbled, "you wouldn't have lost both your eyes. ...just one."

"sabotage," you hissed.

"what? where on earth are you getting this from?"

you sighed, shaking your head. "i knew you were a hitman."

he slowly turned to face you, quizzical. "wha- who would pay me to kill you? and what would they get out of that?"

"i dunno. are you insinuating i have no worth?"

"no!"

you narrowed your eyes at him, "murderer," you whispered harshly.

"oh, wow, you got me there. because that is what i was hired for."