Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

Snowflakes

A/N: This was a request by the lovely @little_lost_girl15! "I was hoping you could write a request where Tom and y/n are shoveling snow off their driveway but at one point y/n just kinda stops shoveling and admires the snow (maybe starts making a mini snowman or something)." 

On another note, before we get into this, I'd like to apologize for my absence lately. I know I owe a lot of you requests and I promise I'll get to them soon. Y'all deserve an explanation and I don't really have a valid one right now except for the fact that I've been really unmotivated lately and having some weird existential thoughts about being a fan that I didn't know were really a thing.

 (Maybe I'll post a poem about that sometime soon? Let me know if you'd read it)

Without further ado, here we go!

TOM'S POV

The downside to not owning a snowblower is having to shovel the walk every time we're hit with a blizzard. It's cold, it's slippery, and you have to get out there early in the morning before everything freezes over. But one of the things I love about it is getting to spend that time with Y/N.

Of course, I'm busy. I'm always busy. So when Y/N and I get to do little things together, it's that much more special. 

It was a Saturday at about 7 in the morning when we bundled up to go outside, Y/N in her little puffy jacket and white knit hat, me with some well-made dad gloves and my good boots. We grabbed the shovels and got to work. 

We didn't really talk that much and it was just the sound of the shovels scraping the pavement. About 20 minutes in, I turned to ask Y/N what we'd done with the sidewalk salt and noticed that she'd abandoned her shovel completely in a little mound of snow she'd made at the end of the drive.

Upon beginning to search for my girlfriend, I immediately found her crouched over the white-blanketed grass, her back facing me.

I chuckled. She turned around and grinned at me sweetly. I was suddenly struck by her beauty: the bright pink of her nose and cheeks that the cold air had nipped into them, the fluffy white snowflakes that were collecting on her eyelashes and the ends of her hair,  the fact that she was totally unaware of her beauty whatsoever.

"What is it, Tom?" She beamed ear to ear and I wondered how on earth I deserved someone like her.

"Nothing," I replied, biting my lip in a grin. "Y/N/N, what on earth are you doing, love?"

"Look! I made a little snowman! He doesn't have a nose, but I figured we could use one of the baby carrots from the fridge!" She stood up to reveal the tiniest snowman I'd ever seen, about as tall as a small dog, and grinned like a little girl. 

"That is the most adorable thing I've ever seen!" I exclaimed, laughing. "Hold on a moment, I'll get the carrots." I abandoned my shovel next to hers and went into the kitchen.

We never did finish the driveway that day. But we'd made an entire tiny-snowman city by the time the sun went down and it was the most fun I'd had in years. What else can you expect when the best person in your life brings out the good side of life?