tom holland + peter parker

from across the living room T.H.

request:

maybe a cute little blurb about tom and the reader announcing they're engaged to their parents/families?

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Tom gave you no option, really. You had no choice but to love him, to fall for him as hard as you did. Oftentimes, you thought about how inevitable it was, how inevitable he was. You knew his trap was inescapable, but you were too exhilarated, too thrilled with the idea of being his, that you let him trip you. You let him, let him trip you until you fell hard.

If Tom had fallen any harder, he was positive he'd break his nose for the fourth time in five years. But no, he definitely fell, but he didn't hit rock bottom. He'd fallen for you, and that was the scariest thing in the entire world to him — losing you, falling so hard and fearing if you'd leave. He knew if you did leave, he'd never recover, never truly live the same way.

So he's asking for you to be his, for forever. Granted, forever is a long time, and that's almost what Tom loves most about it. He loves calling you his, knowing you're connected at the hip, in the mind, with your hearts. But he also loves having the security of everyone else knowing it, too.

You love it too — you love what the ring symbolizes. Your Tiffany & Co. ring, a dashing 1.27 carats. You love Tom, and the way his mind works — he didn't go the traditional route in getting your parents' blessing and buying a ring. Instead, he'd asked you casually.

"Hey, love." Tom walks into the kitchen, sitting on the counter beside the stove where you're heating the kettle for some tea.

"What's up, baby?"

"Do you... wanna go shopping today?"

"For what?"

"A ring."

You freeze, glancing up at him with shocked eyes, eyes full with pleasant surprise.

"A ring?"

"For... you. For us- for... marriage?"

"Tommy..." You lean back, mouth open slightly. You can feel tears starting to form, starting to wet your eyes. It's love — you can feel it — it's love that's wetting your eyes, your cheeks, your face. It's love that causes these happy tears. "What're you saying?"

"I'm saying..." He jumps off the counter, grabbing both of your hands after coming closer to you, filling up the space between you and him. "That I want you to be mine for... the rest of my life."

"Tom," You pout. "I don't know what to say."

"That you'll let me?" His eyes are more hopeful than they've ever been in his entire life. Even more so than when he'd auditioned for Spider-man. He's practically on his knees for you, sacrificing his heart in return for yours. "That you'll let me be yours?"

You break into a smile, arms wrapping around his neck, lips by his ear as you whisper your response, feverishly and softly and passionately. "Of course, I'll let you. You've always been mine."

That day, the two of you went into Tiffany & Co. together, pointing at the jewels and bands and accessories with smiles wider than the Grand Canyon. You had a feeling, later on, that perhaps every store worker was watching the two of you, watching your love bounce off the walls of the fancy shop. They were watching you with jealous eyes, with proud eyes, that you were taking this large step together, and decided to include them in just a small piece of your journey together.