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MY GIRL !




IMAGINE !
o. TOM IS THERE BY YOUR SIDE FOR THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE . . .

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Numerous sets of jewels were sprawled out on the wooden table in front of you, practically taunting you with the way they glimmered under the fluorescent lights. You had never seen such alluring colors, and to say you were worried was an understatement.

"Darling, is there any way you could slip your dress on for - I dunno - maybe a split second?" Tom pleaded. He threw his head back onto the couch impatiently, convincing himself that he couldn't wait to see how breathtaking you were in your elegant dress.

Tomorrow was already beginning to be one of the most important nights of your life. An event that you had dreamed of attending since you were little was right around the corner - both metaphorically and literally.

The Oscars were tomorrow night, and it was an utter honor to be invited to an event filled with your role models and expensive outfits, but it was another to be nominated.

The moment you found out that you were up for the award for Best Actress, you just about passed out in the middle of a shopping mall. From time to time, you had dreamed about being up on stage with a gold statue in your hands, but now, there was a chance that it could easily become a reality.

You and Tom had been together for three years already, supporting each other through thick and thin, every role you both received. Considering you two were in the same career and completely in love with one another, you were loved by many.

It was a bit odd - to be called both America's sweetheart and a power couple - and you were still attempting to wrap your mind around it all.

"No way, Holland," you teased, plopping down next to him on the couch. Tom's arm snaked around your waist, your body fitting perfectly in his arms. You stifled a tired yawn. "If I recall, you said you wanted it to be a surprise."

Tom violently shook his head. "What? I totally never said that. I have no idea what you're talking about." He was never good at hiding the sarcasm in his words.

In fact, only two weeks had passed by since he said that he wanted to match and that he didn't want to see your dress until the day of the event. According to him, he wanted his breath to be taken away two times that night, once when he first saw you, and the second when he watched you accept your award.

"I love you, but you're just going to have to wait," you explained, tiredness slowly weaving itself into your words. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of Tom's nose, you held your hand out for him to take. "But for now, I think sleep would be very beneficial."

"What kind of sleeping are we talking about here?" He wriggled his eyebrows before letting out a little laugh. You playfully hit his arm, flinging yourself into the comfort of the hotel room's bed. "I'm kidding. Have I expressed how proud I am of my future academy award winner?"

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The sunlight from the sheer hotel room curtains illuminated your features perfectly, allowing Tom to notice every little perfect detail that lay on your soft skin: the natural curl your eyelashes possessed, your blissful peach-colored lips, and not to mention your dazzling y/e/c eyes - which happened to be staring back at him.

You were delicately sat in front of the window, one of your close friends and makeup artists just about finished with all the little details of your appearance. "What?" You softly asked.

A soft smile began to spread on his face. "Nothing. You just look - absolutely stunning, love." His hand carefully stroked your cheek before he brought his lips to your forehead, pressing a loving kiss there. "Now, shall we?"

You happily linked arms with him, bidding your goodbyes to the people in your room - ranging from friends to your astonishing stylists. Of course, an abundance of 'good lucks' erupted from the door, stirring up your excitement and nerves all into one.

You had high hopes.

Most of the awards had gone by agonizingly slow, but you enjoyed hearing every winner's sentimental speech. You felt your heart swell as you heard Rami, who happened to be one of your good friends, address his girlfriend Lucy. You mentally noted to attack them in warm hugs after the show.

Tom placed his hand on your knee, stopping it from nervously bouncing. To be honest, you had no idea you were even doing it. He turned your head towards him as the presenter began listing off the names of the nominees. "You've got this in the bag, darling." He reassured you.

Your heart had never beat this fast before - you were entirely sure of it.

Tom jumped out of his seat before you even got the chance to stand up. He peppered your face in swift kisses before happily bringing you to the stage to make sure you didn't trip.

You hugged the presenters before being handed the gold statue, a thousand pairs of eyes all on you.

"Wow," you breathed out, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "I had a whole speech prepared but now I can't even remember what kind of snack I snuck in here with my purse." The rush of laughter eased your nerves.

"Of course, I'd like to thank everyone that made this movie possible, the directors, makeup artists, the absolutely amazing cast, and everyone in between. It's an honor to be nominated with all these other amazing actresses, too," you delicately wiped away the stray tear rolling down your cheek, earning a few coos from the crowd.

"I'd also like to thank Tom Holland, who's been there for me every step of the way. Despite all the high and lows the world brings us, you always have a way to make it bright. You support me through thick and thin and I couldn't be more thankful," the tears were becoming less rare. "I love you to the moon and back, you are a real life superhero who gives me motivation to get up in the morning. Thank you."

The entire crowd of the theatre began to clap and cheer, and some even in tears simply from seeing you cry.

"That's my girl!" Tom yelled, not a care in the world for a label of unprofessionalism that he was bound to receive from random, irrelevant social media articles in the coming days.

All that mattered to him was you. You were breathtaking.



AUTHOR'S NOTE
this is super cute, I'm not gonna lie
ugh I love this 🥰🥰

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