Tom Holland Blurbs

proposal (t.h.)

Tom's POV

Today was the day. The day. I hadn't been to sleep yet, or eaten in the last two days, come to think of it. Y/N probably thought I had lost my damn mind. I look over at her sleeping face. She always looked like a little kid when she slept, complete with curling up on her side and tucking her hands under her cheek.

I shouldn't have risked waking her up at four in the morning just because I couldn't sleep since my mind was too busy thinking of all the ways I could mess up the surprise for that night, but my hand forgot and moved of its own accord to brush a strand of hair out of Y/N's face as she breathed in deeply. After I knew she wasn't going to wake up, I just laid there watching her, admiring her. I finally began to get sleepy and I scooted forward to lay down slowly, so I wouldn't jostle Y/N as I got comfortable.

She must have felt my movements because she rolled towards me in her sleep, nestling into my side and gripping onto my shirt tightly with her left hand. I rolled my eyes at that, I had stopped wearing shirts to bed because when she got a grip on one in her sleep I was trapped until she woke up on her own. I must have been more tired than I realized to have forgotten that Y/N had a grip like UFC fighter when she was asleep. I accepted that I was trapped indefinitely when Y/N nuzzled into my chest and sighed contentedly. Resting my hand on top of Y/N's left one that was twisted up in my shirt, I traced her ring finger softly, hoping silently that she would say yes as I drifted off.

*****

I woke up a few hours later when I realized I was no longer being strangled in my sleep by my own t-shirt and that Y/N's side of the bed was empty. I rolled onto my side to check my phone, it was after noon. I couldn't hear Y/N in the bathroom so she must have gotten up awhile ago. I rolled out of bed and went to go find her.

As I walked down the hallway, I could hear Y/N singing in the kitchen. I rounded the corner and just stood there watching her dance around as she made breakfast. Some boy band's song was playing on the speaker system in the kitchen, I didn't recognize it but it was probably One Direction, they were her favorite. She hadn't seen me watching her yet, her back was to me as she added fruit to the blender for the smoothies she was making. When I saw her reach for the container of spinach I was just now noticing on the counter I made a noise of protest, causing her to spin around towards me in shock and drop the container on the floor.

"Y/N, you know I hate spinach!"

"Thomas Stanley Holland! Look what you did!" she accused, propping her hands on her hips and glaring at me. I tried not to snicker at her because if I was short, she was tiny, and she wasn't truly mad at me, so she didn't intimidate me at all right then.

"What do you mean 'what I did'?" I protested. "You dropped the spinach, not me."

"You scared me! And besides, I put spinach in your smoothie every morning and you've never even known! Spinach is good for you, especially when you're training for Spider-Man," she said indignantly, crouching down to pick up the spinach leaves off the floor. I hurried to help her, not wanting this to actually spin out into a real fight, not today when I needed everything to be perfect for Y/N's surprise tonight.

Suddenly I paused with mid-way through dropping spinach leaves back into the plastic container.

"What do you mean you put spinach in my smoothie every morning?"

"Exactly what I said, Tom," Y/N said, continuing to pile leaves into the container to throw away. "You need the iron, remember when you almost passed out because of low iron and all the migraines you get from being upside down in the suit? You can't even taste the spinach, you big baby, HEY!"