small stories and imagines of Tom Holland

"you're a dork Holland"

You and Tom had been dating for three years now, and five months ago you went public. Now you where on this fancy rooftop restaurant on Manhattan, with a breathtaking view "this is so beautiful Tom" you whisper with your eyes fixed at the horizon. "My view is better" Tom replies as he looks at you. You giggle and take your seat again. The conversation goes over to more serious things, like who's the best Chris. After your opinion, it's obviously Evans, the guy is a dork. But Tom for some reason says Pratt, "Pratt is the most funny, nice guy in this whole universe, if you knew him, you'd know that," "well, I'd have to know all the Chrises," Tom smiles at you "I can have that arranged I think". The conversation goes on, and as you study Tom, you see signs of nervousness, sweaty palms, shooting nervous looks around.
It was time for desert, and you order a chocolate fondue before taking a trip to the bathroom. As you walk away, you notice that Tom waves for a waitress, but you don't think too much about it. As you look yourself in the mirror you fix your hair and fix the little makeup you're wearing.
You walk out into the restaurant, and you're lost in your own thoughts. When you walk over to Tom you notice that there's no sound in the room except the night traffic from the road underneath them. The restaurant was empty.
Tom is standing by the banister, looking at the sunset and the Manhattan outine. "Tom, what is going on?" You're not scared, if Tom is here, it's fine. "Where is everyone?" You're standing beside him now. He turns towards you, and as he goes down on one knee and takes a box out of his backpocket, he explains "I needed some privacy".
"Y/n Y/l/n, I love you, and the past three years has been the best of my life. When I'm with you, I don't need anything or anyone else, because you're simply enough. You fill my life with excitement and joy in a way no one else ever has, or ever will," your eyes are filled with tears as he opens the box to unravel the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. "Will you give me the honour and marry me?" He asks. All you can do is nod fast. "Yeah?" He exclaim, "Yes!" You cry, and hug him. "you're such a dork Holland" you say "and I love you so much,"