Tom Holland Blurbs

please, i don't wanna go (t.h.)

Tom had been in a funk ever since the D23 con. I was at a loss as to how to help him, especially because he kept insisting that he was fine. I pretended to believe him, only because the pain was still raw. I checked the time on the kitchen clock, seeing that it was getting pretty late in morning and that my fiancé had yet to emerge from our room. I decided to check on him, making us each a cup of tea before making my way to our room.

I pushed the door open, expecting to see Tom still sleeping off all of the travel and jet lag from the past months. Instead I found him sitting up in bed, leaned back against the pillows with a frustrated gaze focused on his laptop that was resting on his bent knees.

My heart broke when I took a closer look and saw that he looked like he'd been crying.

I carefully crawled onto the mattress towards Tom, taking care not to spill any of our tea. Tom's tired eyes slowly moved from their focus on his computer to look at me. I smiled at him, offering him his favorite mug as I tucked myself into his side. To his credit, Tom offered me a grin, but we both knew his heart wasn't in it. We sat in silence for a few minutes, me watching as Tom scrolled through various social media, combing through all of the #savespiderman hashtags and anything he could find related to that.

"Has he emailed you back?" I asked tentatively. Immediately I knew that was the wrong thing to ask. Tom's hands froze and he drew in a harsh breath like he did when he was trying not to cry. After an awkward beat, his hands resumed their movement, albeit a little shakier than before.

"No, I haven't heard from him, but he's really busy. Can't expect him to reply to every email," Tom said, feigning nonchalance.

Tom had requested Bob Iger's email at the D23 Con and had sent him an email thanking the Disney CEO for the opportunities that he had gotten to work with them in his dream role. I knew Tom was secretly hoping that Mr. Iger would get back in touch with him so he could talk to him personally about the situation with Sony. I don't know if Tom thought that he could really make a difference in the negotiations, but I knew he felt strongly that the two studios were ignoring a lot of fan outrage and he was hoping for a chance to speak on behalf of all the amazing fans he knew were out there.

I was just hoping that everything worked out in a way that would not leave Tom devastated. My fiancé always said he wasn't very similar to his most famous role, often joking about how Peter Parker kept a huge secret day in and day out, while Tom couldn't keep one to save his life. I had never told him this but I really thought that Tom Holland's heart was everything that Peter Parker's was; too big for his own good and the key component in what made him one of the best people I had ever known. If Spider-Man left the MCU, I knew Tom would not lose his love for playing the character, but something very special would be lost forever.

I let Tom torture himself a few more minutes before Insisting that he get up and ready for the day, much to his displeasure. I even went as far as to set all of his social media on Do Not Disturb while he was in the shower, knowing that Tom was hopeless when it came to technology and wouldn't figure out something was wrong for at least 24 hours. I just didn't want him to be caught up in his head and I wanted to distract him for a day and try and give him some peace.

We had a lazy day, spending most of it cuddled up on the couch catching up on all the shows Tom hadn't had time to watch while he was away filming. Tom decided to have a cheat day and make up later in the week at the gym, so we ordered take out and had it delivered, both of us giggling as we gave massive tips to the delivery workers. That evening we were to meet up with Tom's family at pub trivia and I was honestly over the moon about it because the theme of the trivia was going to be Disney.

When it was finally time to go, I couldn't stop laughing at the difference in mine and Tom's outfits. I was decked out in Disney attire, from my Little Mermaid sweatshirt that read "messy hair don't care" to my Lilo & Stitch leggings and socks which were mismatched and one displayed Captain America's shield and the other had Iron Man on it. My shoes were white converse that I had painted the Marvel logo onto and even my phone case fit the theme, it was clear but I had stuck a Polaroid in the back of it that was my favorite picture of Tom and I. In it, Tom was decked out in his Spider-Man suit and holding me because I had just surprised him. I had my head tucked into his neck, trying to hide my happy tears because I knew that everyone was trying to take cute videos of the reunion. Tom had a tender expression on his face, clearly overjoyed, but if you knew him as well as I did and you looked closely, you could see the raw emotion on his face. I knew because I felt it too, there was something about suddenly being back in your soulmate's arms after a long time that truly is surreal.