soft tom blurb where you play 20 questions and it ends with him proposing to u over facetime?
you excitedly tapped on your screen as you hugged your mound of blankets closer to your chest, the beeping dial tone filling the empty room. your heart fluttered as the window with your face in it shrank to the upper right corner of the screen, your boyfriend’s sleepy face taking up the rest of the space. “i can see you!” you said excitedly.
“that’s how facetime works, love, even i know that,” tom joked tiredly, squinting at the screen and chuckling. you blushed, both at the pet name and the fact that tom was facetiming you with a shirt off. he absentmindedly ran a head through his tousled head of curls as he yawned. “what do you wanna talk about?”
your teeth sank into your bottom lip as thoughts ran through your mind like a whirlwind. it felt like ages since you’d talked to him, and there were so many things you were dying to ask him. like how was his job, his costars, was he taking care of himself, drinking water?
tom seemed to be able to sense your indecisiveness from states away. “what about twenty questions?” he suggested, referencing the timeless game you’d played at the very beginning of your relationship.
you smiled. “sure. first question, are you taking care of yourself, mr. hollywood?”
tom flushed as he chuckled, holding up a plastic water bottle. “yep, hydrating daily. and you?”
you nodded. “i’m doing just fine, tommy. i just miss you a lot,” you admitted, tugging at the blankets.
he peered at the screen. “darling, is that my hoodie?”
“that was two questions in a row,” you countered, turning red. “you can’t do that. it’s my turn.”
he laughed, the sound tugging at your heartstrings. “go ahead, princess.”
you exchanged questions back and forth, some about tom’s career and some about how you were doing at home. you got off track so often, engaging in small side conversations. as the hours ticked by, you slowly found yourself getting lost in tom’s eyes. with every word exchanged, the concept of time had completely left your mind.
a sappy smile spread across your face as you watched tom stretch and yawn for the tenth time that evening. “i think you need to go to sleep, love,” you placed your sleeve over your mouth to stifle a giggle. “it’s late over there, isn’t it?”
“we have two more questions,” tom protested. “and i don’t want to hang up just yet.”
you giggled. “okay, fine. two more. where do you see yourself in five years?”
tom’s expression softened as he gazed at the camera. “holding you in my arms, you know? late night cuddles and movie nights, taking you out on dinner dates and kisses as if it were the first time.”
your jaw dropped, your heart melting. tears swam in your eyes as your hand clapped over your mouth. “that was so fucking sweet,” you muttered, blushing a deep shade of red. “wow, i think i’m in love with you.”
“that’s good,” tom mumbled to himself. “that’s good, because i need to ask you something.”
tom took a deep breath, closed his eyes and reopened them to look back at you. you swore you could see the entire night sky in his deep brown eyes. “i know this is a bit unorthodox, but then again, when has our relationship ever been a normal relationship?”
you blinked, not following what he was saying. “what?”
“will you marry me?”
your mouth fell open for the second time that evening. his words had only just begun to register in your brain as tears spilled down your cheeks, your head nodding up and down like a bobblehead. “yes, oh my god, a thousand times yes.”
tom split into a smile from ear to ear. even through the horrible camera quality, you could see his eyes getting misty. “she said yes,” he whispered to no one in particular, his voice breaking with happiness. “we’re getting married.”
after another half hour of flipping out and professing your love to one another, tom’s heavy eyelids eventually grew too much for him to bear. as you watched his eyes slide closed, you murmured, “night, fiance.”
“night, fiancee.” he muttered back as his head dropped on his pillow, snores filling the room. you smiled adoringly at tom’s sleeping figure before hanging up and crawling out of bed to get ready for the day, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.
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