A Teacher And A Celebrity?????? Tom Holland X Reader

The Wedding

Today's my big day. Yep I'm getting married. i am sooooooooo nervous. Rachel already had her wedding and it was rlly fun but now it's my turn and I already a big ass bump since I was going to labour in two weeks so me and tom have to have our honeymoon after a few weeks. Rachel and Haz gave me a million pep talks and every pep talk boost my confidence by 1%. So right now it's abt 65%. Anyways this is what I'm wearing :

Dress:

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Hair : 

Nails : 

I glanced at the clock. My heart was racing. Why am I so nervous?

I had dreamt of this moment for years, imagined walking down the aisle, exchanging vows, starting this new chapter of my life. And yet, all I could think about were the small things. What if I trip when I walk? What if I say the wrong thing? My mind was a whirlwind, and it didn't help that my stomach felt like a thousand fluttering butterflies had taken residence inside it.

I paced back and forth in the bridal suite, glancing at myself in the mirror again. Everything looked perfect. But I didn't feel perfect. I felt off. I wanted to be calm, to feel that deep sense of peace, but instead, I just felt... jittery.

Then, the door creaked open, and I turned to see him standing there — Tom.

There was that smile of his, the one that always made me weak in the knees, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to pause.

T - "Hey," 

He said softly, stepping into the room. He was in his suit, looking effortlessly handsome, his hair just a little messy in that way that I loved. 

T - "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know, a bit distracted."

I let out a small laugh, though it was more nervous than anything else. 

Y/n - "I'm fine, really. It's just... I can't help but feel like something's going to go wrong. What if I trip walking down the aisle? Or what if I mess up my vows? What if everyone can tell I'm nervous?"

Tom's face softened, and he took a step closer, his eyes full of warmth. 

T - "Listen," 

he said, his voice low and reassuring,

T - "you look amazing. And I know you're nervous, but you're not alone. I'm right here. And if you trip, I'll catch you. And if you forget your vows, I'll remind you. And if you look nervous — well, I think everyone will just be too focused on how incredible you look to notice anything else."

I let out a little laugh at that. 

Y/n - "I don't know why I'm so worried. I'm marrying you, after all."

Tom grinned, reaching out to take my hand in his. 

T - "Exactly. And that's all that matters. The rest is just... a formality. It's our day. So, let's just be us. Imperfect, nervous, totally in love with each other."

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

T -  "I'm a little nervous too, you know. But as long as it's you and me, everything's going to be perfect."

I let myself sink into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his words wash over me. His presence always had a way of calming me. Maybe my jitters wouldn't disappear completely, but with him by my side, I knew I could handle anything.

Later, as I stood at the back of the aisle, waiting for the music to begin, I felt a strange sense of calm settle over me. The nerves were still there, but somehow they weren't so overwhelming anymore. The doors swung open, and I could hear the soft swell of the music — and then, there he was, waiting for me at the altar. His eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. In that moment, everything else faded away.

He was standing there, looking at me like I was the only person in the world. And as I started to walk toward him, my heart pounded with anticipation, yes, but also with a deep, undeniable love.

This was it. My forever.

And there, at the end of the aisle, Tom was waiting for me — just as he always had been. And no matter what happened next, I knew we would be okay. Because this was us, and nothing else mattered.