𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Unexpected Engagement - T.H

A/N - Got inspired by the movie "The Proposal"

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fake relationship

Summary → A fake engagement between Tom Holland and his assistant Y/n turns unexpectedly real as they navigate media and growing feelings, leading to a genuine romance.

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It was a quiet afternoon in London, and you were buried in your work, typing away on your laptop at Tom Holland's penthouse. As his personal assistant, your job was to keep his chaotic life in order, and lately, that had been a full-time job. Tom was pacing the room, looking unusually stressed, which wasn't like him. Normally, he was relaxed and charming, but something had clearly rattled him today.

"Y/n," he called out, stopping his pacing for a moment. You didn't look up from your screen, still focused on the schedule you were trying to finalize. "I need your help with something... personal."

"Sure, Tom," you replied, your tone absent-minded as you clicked through his calendar. "What's up? Another tabloid mess we need to clean up?"

Tom didn't respond right away, which made you pause. You glanced up, noticing the tension in his posture. That got your attention.

"How complicated?" you asked, closing your laptop and giving him your full focus.

Tom hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "The press is all over that rumour with, well... you know. And now the studio is threatening to drop me from the next project if I don't fix my image."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Okay, so what do we need to do? Issue a statement? Attend a charity event? What's the plan?"

Tom ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you'd come to recognize over the years. "I was thinking... more along the lines of, uh, getting engaged."

You blinked, certain you hadn't heard him right. "Engaged? To whom?"

Tom looked at you, his brown eyes earnest. "To you."

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. Then you laughed, though it was more out of disbelief than amusement. "You can't be serious."

"I am," Tom insisted, his tone a mix of desperation and determination. "Look, I know it's crazy, but just hear me out. If we pretend to be engaged for a few months, the press will back off, the studio will be happy, and I'll make sure you're compensated. Anything you want- a raise, a promotion, you name it."

You stared at him, trying to wrap your head around what he was asking. "You're asking me to put my life on hold, deal with the media, and pretend to be in love with you. Tom, I'm your assistant, not your girlfriend."

"I know," he said softly, his expression almost pleading. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I trust you, Y/n. We can keep it professional. Just for a few months. Please."

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to say no, but another part- the part that had always admired Tom's kindness and sincerity- was seriously considering it. "This is insane," you muttered. But as you looked at Tom, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes, you found yourself nodding. "Okay, fine. I'll do it. But only because I don't want to see you crash and burn."

Tom's relief was palpable. "Thank you, Y/n. I promise, we'll make this work."

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A few days later, you found yourself standing beside Tom at a glitzy charity gala, surrounded by flashing cameras and eager reporters. Your hand was clasped in his, the diamond ring on your finger feeling heavy and strange. The whole thing felt surreal, like you were playing a part in someone else's life.