#I’m excited for chrismtas this year you guys

[velbsy]

Can you believe it guys? Christmas! Just a week away! Christmas is in a week! Woohoo! I am so happy about this information. Christmas, just a week away, oh wow! Can you believe it? Christmas! Just in a week! It got here so fast! Christmas! Just a w—

[hollandbliss]

dreaming of a white christmas (4) / tom holland.

word count: 2,120 pairing: tom holland x reader. warnings: mention of masturbation and sex. and nothing more? summary: the reader is excited about bringing her prince charming home for christmas to meet her family. but a week before christmas the plans fall through, and her prince isn’t as charming as she thought. but maybe her irritating but good looking neighbour can help her out? a/n: i really liked writing this part and i hope you enjoy reading it! in the next part they’ll meet the family and everything and i’m hyped! 

part 1. / part 2. / part 3 / masterlist.

the day was finally here and you and tom were driving up to your families house. it would take about 6 hours in the car before you were there. and usually you wouldn’t mind the trip but now you were going with tom... which you barely knew. you had been so focused on telling him everything he needed to know about your ex, so he remembered all the details. 

because both of you needed to have it all figured out cause if either of you did something wrong, it would be extremely awkward for the both of you. your siblings would never let you forget it if they found out you had paid a guy to be your fake boyfriend over christmas. just the thought of it made your stomach twist and turn.

you had packed your things the night before. everything from your ugly christmas sweater to your finest lingerie. why had you even brought them? you had bought them for christmas night, which you thought you would spend with your boyfriend. now your ex boyfriend... maybe you wouldn’t get any action over christmas but you spent money on them and then you were going to bring them. and that was the end of it. 

you had rented a car for the two of you, because living in london and having a car wasn’t something your wallet could afford. last night you had texted tom telling him that he should be ready by 8, you needed to start moving pretty early so you would get there a decent time.

but of course he hadn’t answered but you hoped he had got the memo. and as you looked down on your screen it turned to 08:00, so you walked out your door and down the hallway a bit to tom’s apartment door. 

you knocked a couple of times, wanting to hurry things along so you could get out on the road. again you knocked and suddenly the door opened. and tom stood there, looking like he had just woke up. his curls were messy and he was still in sweatpants. “oh come on tom, just tell me that you just need to get dressed and then you’re ready to leave. please.”

“relax y/n, i actually just need to to get dressed and then i’ll be ready.” and a grin appeared on his face as he talked. he still annoyed you very much. he didn’t seem to care that it was important to you to be on time. “i’m just gonna get my jeans on and then i’ll be ready...” he motioned for you to come in but you hesitated for a second before stepping inside. 

you stood in the kitchen as he went into his room to change. clearly you had been to his place before, but you always found new knick knacks to look at. your eyes got glued on a little batman pop figure in his bookshelf. you picked it up and looked at it for a moment before you heard his voice again.

“all ready.” tom was clad in simple blue jeans and t-shirt, and a bag thrown over his shoulder. he looked great, he really did. even if he was just in a plain outfit, the t-shirt showed off his great physique. you tore you eyes away from him, not wanting him to think that you’re staring. 

you got yourself together before you replied, “fine, let’s go.” you couldn’t let him know that you were actually attracted to him because then he would win. and then he would never stop having that stupid smug smile on his face.

with your bags in your hand, you two made your way out on the street where the rental car was parked. “is this your car?” excitement was written all over him when he saw the car. and you became very satisfied with your choice of car. “do you really think i would be able to have a car while living in london? really?” you raised an eyebrow at him before packing your things in the car.

“yeah well... i guess our apartments is expensive enough.” he replied before getting in. you adjusted your seat and started the car. “okay, let’s move. only six hours to go...” you said as you exhaled. what were the two of you even supposed to talk about?

as you drove off, tom fiddled with his phone. “i’ve made the most perfect roadtrip playlist. filled with chrismtas music, you know... to get in the holiday mood.” he said as he snatched the aux cord to plug his phone in.

“you made a playlist?” you said surprised. still keeping your eyes on the road, trying to navigate and not miss any of the signs.

before you could say anything else, music was blasting out of the speakers. and the familiar sound of ‘take me home, country roads’ and you groaned. “oh come on, you couldn’t come up with anything more original?” 

“you just hush and keep your eyes on the road alright? this is a road trip classic. you clearly doesn’t have proper taste to appreciate it.” he said teasingly and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“alright alright...” you said throwing one of your hands up playfully. “just remember when it’s your turn to drive, i’m will have the power over the aux cord.” 

even though you had driven to your family house before, london still confused you. having to drive everywhere would just stress you out, so you actually preferred to take the bus if you had to go anywhere. but since the drive would take 6 hours, you better rent a car.

a silence appeared in the car, expect from tom’s music playing in the background. you wouldn’t say it was awkward since you were actually focusing on going the right way but tom seemed to think differently. 

“so, we can’t just sit here silent for...” he took a pause and looked down at his watch to see the times. “for 5 more hours. so what about a car game?” 

“what kind of car game?” you asked, both intrigued and afraid of what he would suggest. “well... what better time than now to get to know each other, right? and it gives me a second to not think about your ex boyfriend until we get there.”

“so a game of truth or dare?” you turned to look at him for a second, “you want to play truth or dare? what are we, fifteen?” you teased but playing a game would the trip go by faster. and you wouldn’t mind that. “okay, game on.”

“y/n, truth or dare?” every time you had ever played it, you avoided dare like the plague and you would keep doing that. “truth.” you said, leaning back slightly in your seat. 

he rolled his eyes to your reply but you didn’t see it as you kept on looking forward. “what is the most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?” as you heard his question you felt your cheeks heat up. a bright red color appearing on your cheek.

you wouldn’t consider yourself as a prude but you liked to keep things private. maybe telling some friends about things, but it had to be real good friends. “oh come on, spit it out!” tom had clearly noticed the blush on your cheeks. and he got extremely curious.

“no i don-” you started but he quickly cut you off. “don’t try to get away. you gotta tell, that’s the rules of the game.” tom had now turned his body to be able to look at you properly, not wanting to miss a single second.

without looking at him, you sighed. “well you know... you’re young and you live at home and parents walking in without knocking.” tom could guess were things were going but he wanted to hear you say it.

you told yourself that it probably had happened a lot and it wasn’t that awkward. but every time you thought about it you could feel the awkwardness wash all over you.

“keep going.” he said and you glanced over at him with pleading eyes. but he wouldn’t let you off the hook. “well they walked in while i... masturbated.” now it was out there and you felt like sinking through your seat. and for a second it was quiet before you heard a laugh coming from tom.

“don’t laugh at me, it was horrible!” you yelled back at him but the laughter didn’t stop. “it is funny! and just to imagine you in that situation. you always act like your some boring and stiff good girl. but now the truth comes out.” tom teased, very amused about what you had just told him. 

“i don’t act like that! i’m very chill.” you said with a straight face but then you thought about it. planning and making things perfect was very important to you. and for the last 8 months that you had been dating jack, you tried to present yourself as wife material. you always dressed nice, acted proper and did everything. because you thought that jack would end up proposing to you.

for years you had been searching for something stable. something that you could count on. and jack had given you those vibes, probably because he was already married and had kids. 

but in the end, nothing came out of it. and now you had hired yourself a fake boyfriend. what a life upgrade. 

“oh shut up. if you tell anyone i’m gonna murder you.” clearly it was a joke but you might consider murdering him it if you found out he had told anyone. “now it’s your turn! then we’ll see how much fun you’re gonna have. truth or dare, tom?” 

you tapped your fingertips against the steering wheel as you waited for him to answer. “i’ll follow the theme and go with truth too.” now you had to think it through because you had to make him spill something juicy. 

“when was your last relationship and why did it end?” you wasn’t sure he would actually say something since he seemed like the casual sex kind of guy. well that was what you had gathered from the screams that came from his apartment. and it seemed to be different girls every time, judging by the screams.

“oh i don’t know...” you turned to look at him as he ran his fingers through his curls. “i don’t think that i have ever had something that would count as a relationship. i’ll be with someone for like 3 months and then we move on.”

as you thought, he wasn’t exactly the relationship kind of guy. “so you have never dated anyone for longer than 3 months?” you had a hard time grasping that idea. why would you see someone for that long if you didn’t want it to become serious? “no not really.” now he was the one who kept his eyes on the road. 

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when you had done half of your trip, you decided to stop for some lunch. so you found a mcdonalds and parked the car. as you had got your food, both of you sat down to eat.

“so truth or dare?” tom asked again. you had done a couple more questions before you had started talking about something else. and you were starting to warm up to the idea to go for a dare. and you wanted to show him you weren’t some stuck up girl who couldn’t have fun.

“dare.” tom was surprised by your choice. but his smug smile appeared on his lips once again. which showed that he had a dear in mind. 

“when we get there you have to have some girl talk with your sister... and tell her just how good i please you in bed.” oh he was a cheeky bastard like that. it wasn’t like it was a weird thing to say about your boyfriend to your sister, but he was your fake boyfriend. 

“you’re kidding right? i can’t tell her that. because you know what, she will tell my brother too.” your family was very good with sharing details, they literally had no shame when it came to stuff like that. 

“so?” he said before putting some more fried in his mouth. you grunted because you knew you had to do it at some point. you couldn’t get out of now that you chose dare willingly... you hoped that maybe he would forget about it and you could let it slip.

but now there were only a couple of hours before you were back at your childhood home..

to be continued... 

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[unkindnessofone]

High Handstand PT 1

This story takes place after Rooms You’re Tall In. The masterlist is here. There will be a few more parts to this as it has huge drama for Miles in it and a plot twist for March. I just really wanted to get something up. I’m really excited. Thanks for waiting.

"What if we lived in Burbank?" Waiting in line the board the airline, Miles continued to ask his twin brother fake questions, annoying their dad and amusing their mother in front of them. 

"Nah." March answered just like he had the question before. He tossed his shoulders upward to adjust his carry on backpack over his back. 

"What if we moved in with Uncle Ben?" This question provoked a sigh from Luke's nostrils that burned. He didn't know how his two sons could be this dedicated to driving him crazy this early in the morning. He was taking them to Paris for Christmas and this was how they showed their gratitude. 

"No, Miles. Accept it. Dad will never love us like he does, Penny. You could move into the basement, he isn't even gonna carry Mum down." March said plainly, only smirking because he could see his mom trying to hold in a soft laugh. 

"This is why you two aren't sitting in first class with us." Luke whipped around and raised his brows high and tight at both of them. It was the reaction they wanted and both twins smiled proudly to show that.   Luke denied it with passion, but the truth was that the twins were right. The only reason he was uprooting everyone to France for Christmas break was to be with his oldest. He missed Penelope fiercely. He watched her GPS sometimes when he was up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. He just liked to feel close to her even if it was just watching a small red dot inch across an animated map on his phone screen. Luke felt a new empathy for his own mother knowing that she went through major separation anxiety when he left home for the first time and he was even younger than Penny was. 

Cagney slipped her hand into her husband's, reminding him of the moment and that they were about to literally be on their way to Penelope. He took his attention off his teen boys and let out a comforting exhale. 

"Don't you guys think you should have mentioned to Penny that we are all coming?" As they moved up in the priority boarding line, March asked. Miles was pulling out his handheld Nintendo and putting his earbuds in.

"She's probably going to be working and stuff." March didn't really understand why his parents wanted to surprise her. It sounded like a horrible idea to March. He really didn't know how his sister would take their arrival, but a low voice in his gut was adamantly against it. 

"It'll be fine. It's fun." As Luke handed over everyone's passport, Cagney answered, looking back at her boys. She knew her own parents were disappointed they weren't going through Minnesota this year for the holiday season, but she was looking forward to a year where it was just their little family of five. It felt like something she had been wanting since the twins were just bald potatoes.

Luke settled into his seat with ease. He preferred flying private, but when it wasn't for work, it was too expensive. Besides, he had priority boarding and Skye still arranged everything for the flight as if it was in regards to touring. There was some things Luke couldn't adjust to. 

Once in his seat, he folded his hands together over his stomach and shut his eyes while pressing his back into it. Luke had high hopes for this vacation. He and Cagney were in a good place, March was in better spirits, and he was going to get to see Penelope in person for the first time in five months. It was going to be about Christmas and spending time together as a family, but Luke also had plans for private time with his wife. It was a big part of why they were able to claw their way back to being a connected couple. Luke taught himself how to be her partner in a way that had nothing to do with work. He had to stop being the Luke Hemmings and figure out who he was as a teammate and husband. It turned out he could be pretty damn romantic without cameras around. Since they had three kids and Cagney liked being domestic, Luke learned how to throw together low key day nights around the house. They were going to Paris though and he was looking forward to running around under the lights and making out in alleyways like they did when they first started dating.

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He felt trapped. His mother, via text, told him he was being dramatic to call himself stuck in a locked box with no way out, but that was how Luke felt whenever he was in Minnesota and with Cagney's family. This time, he flat out refused to stay on their property. Cagney's mother spread her guilt trip onto him tirelessly like a thick layer of fresh butter, but Luke kept his foot down. He could not be moved by her waxing about how she never got to spend real time with her new granddaughter. Since Cagney was tired of hotel rooms and didn't want to wake up in one on Christmas morning, they compromised. Skye, somehow, found them a luxury AirBnB to rent that was in Bloomington, a short drive from Edina.

Since Cagney was going to the mall with her sister to pick up last minute Christmas gifts, Luke happily hung back at  the place they were renting. Penny's grandma tried to wrestle the eleven month old out of her car seat after their lunch visit, but Luke made up an excuse that he left Penelope's baby bag back at the house even though it was in the trunk. He liked his alone time and he was hungry for it, but this was Penny's very first Christmas and he wanted to be present for it. Luke remembered feeling genuinely jealous of Ashton after Molly was born. Luke had been in the room when his friend was holding his newborn, rocking her against his shoulder and a spit up cloth while singing 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a lullaby. It was when Luke first knew that he wanted to be a parent. Cagney felt so sure about motherhood since she had come from a large, busy family with a very assertive mother, but Luke was less sure about family life until he watched Ashton become a dad. Once Michael had Emmeline, Luke knew he could do it too. If  Michael could, he could.

It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and he laid on the floor with his head propped up in one hand, watching as Penelope ran back and forth from him to the couch. She would bring him a toy and then walk away to find him another. She was completely occupied while Luke engaged her with wide eyes and animated 'thank yous'. He wondered to himself how he could turn this into a Chrismtas tradition while his playlist raged on free of any and all holiday carols.

The song changed from one he didn't remember putting on his playlist to 'Hole in My Life' by The Police and he watched as right away, as Penny bent down on her wobbly knees to pick up a beanie baby that had once been her mother's, she began to bop her head from side to side. Her pigtails bounced with her as she danced back to him, grinning once he began to sing along low with Sting. This time, Luke didn't let Penelope run away. He kept her hand in his once she offered him the stuffed bear and swung her arm to and 'fro, encouraging her to dance.

“Or maybe, it's just something in my stars...” He sang to her, sticking out his neck a little as he pushed out his words.

To Penelope, her dad wasn't a rock star. He didn't have to worry about he sounded. She giggled and released her hand from his, throwing both arms up and jumping as best as she could on her feet. Penny spun around a few times, earning applause from her singing dad, before taking his hand back and pulling on it. She could not verbalize to him that she wanted him to get up and dance with her, so she just pulled on him until he did.

At first, he just flailed around with her and repeated the words of the song, trying to match Sting's impressive range, but then Luke swooped her up from under her arms and danced from side to side with her up against his chest. She giggled and kept throwing her head from side to side, Luke's hand instinctively on the back of it as he kept serenading to her.

Next month, she would be one years old. Luke really couldn't wrap his head around where the year had gone, but the calendar wasn't lying. He knew he wouldn't always be able to pick her up like this, but he felt like, maybe, this was a more possible tradition. They could always dance together in the sunlight on Christmas Eve. He just hoped that next year it would be in his one of his own homes.

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“Maybe, we should let Penny know we're here now.” Cagney mentioned as Luke loaded up the trunk of the rental car with their bags, Miles helping with his headphones in. “Just in case she is out with friends or something.” She was very proud that her daughter had found a group of people that she liked spending time with since moving to France. Of course, neither Cagney or Luke worried about that. Penelope never wanted for company. People were drawn to her like bugs to bright light. They were lucky, too, because they knew she didn't just pick anyone to spend her time with. Penelope only surrounded herself with people that she trusted and she didn't trust just anyone.

“I talked to her last night.” They had texted before she went to bed. “She said she would be home tonight. By the time we check in and get settled, it'll be fine.” Luke was excited to surprise his daughter. He anticipated a huge grin to take over her face before she ran and wrapped her arms around both parents. He wanted evidence that she had been missing him as much as he had been missing her. They had come this far. “Thanks, Miles.” After his son tossed in the last bag, Luke gently smacked his shoulder and then slammed the trunk shut. He saw through the back car window that March was already sitting in the backseat and texting as furiously as he had been since they landed in Paris all of twenty two minutes ago. Luke exchanged unimpressed looks with his wife and then walked around to the driver's seat. He was the only one between the four of them with experience driving in Europe, making him the trip's designated chauffeur.

Luke could not wait any longer to see Penelope. As soon as they were checked in, he was bouncing on his knees and trying to convince Cagney that she didn't need to shower first despite how 'sticky' she felt from the plane. He told Miles that they could unpack later, his son having a penchant for getting settled before enjoying himself. After threatening to leave and go to their daughter by himself, Cagney caved.

After using the buzzer at the front of Penelope's building, Luke fiddled his hand into the pocket of his winter coat and began to fish out his key fob.

“I told you, you should have given her a heads up.” Miles chimed in, shivering next to March who had taken his hands out of his gloves to keep playing with his phone despite how frigif his fingers felt. Whenever he was in places where they had snow at Christmas time, March longed for his Australian Decembers.

“Good thing, I have a key.” Letting his family in, Luke held the door open with one foot. He chuckled at how blank Cagney's eyes were as she looked him over. She could not believe that he had made himself a copy of Penelope's apartment keys for himself. He always did have a hard time letting go.

Luke led the way with Miles right by his side, taking in the peeling paint cracks on the wall and dim lighting. He could just imagine his sister feeling so proud of herself for living in such a run down building. Behind them, Cagney walked with March and tried to encourage him to put his phone away just while they visited with Penny.

Beating his dad to it, Miles knocked on the door loudly with a melodic tap. They waited in frustrated silence for a moment before Luke knocked even louder on the same spot on the door. Luke glanced behind himself, noting his wife's patient face, and made sure that he had the right suite. It was all over his face that he was starting to worry.

“March, since you have your phone out, can you text your sister?” Cagney instructed while Luke bent down slightly and wiggled his key into her lock.

Luke pushed the door open with a grin the size of the pizza he was craving and lunged into the small studio apartment. He had high hopes that his beautiful daughter would be on the other side, her headphones in or asleep on her futon. Instead, Miles jaw dropped along with Cagney's as Luke growled out of reflex.

“Who the fuck are you?” He shouted at the young man standing right in front of him, flaccid penis dangling uncircumcised between his knee and his metal leg attached to the other. Luke didn't know where to look: his unashamed junk and tidy pubic hair or at his metal leg. Instead, his glare furious, Luke kept his attention on the glass of water in his hand.

Since he had been occupied with waiting for a response in his text conversation, March slowly looked up and caught up with everyone, “Oh hey, you must be Jules.” Finally, March stuffed his phone into a pocket of his coat and stepped between his dad and his twin to shake the guy he heard about through Skyping with his sister and from her online pictures.  March smiled proudly, remembering just how many times Miles told his parents to text Penelope ahead of time, and laughed loudly, “I'm March.”

“Who is Jules?” Luke just mouthed, feeling like he fell asleep in the middle of a movie and woke up at the end credits. 

Jules was too embarrassed to attempt to speak English. He side-stepped behind the corner of the kitchen counter and reached to shake March's hand in return.

“Penelope,” Just the way she liked it, he said her name as it was pronounced in French. “She's not here.”

“Where is she?” Biting on the inside of his cheek, Luke asked the space on the floor between the toes of his boots. “And why are you here?”

“She wanted me to wait for a package to come. She was scared...scared she would miss it while out.” Jules struggled his way through their language, trying his best, but feeling nervous with four strangers looking at him all at once in his birthday suit.  “Her school offered a...a day trip to St Maure..,” She was visiting a small goat cheese factory there and Penelope really wanted to go as she felt like she needed to suck up to the teachers who considered her an awful chef simply because she was partially American. “She should be back soon?” Jules was trying to explain as his skin grew warmer and warmer. Cagney already had her phone out, dialing their daughter's number. “It's very nice to meet you...” Again, he reached forward to shake hands, this time directed at Luke. Miles took it instead, feeling how uncomfortable his father was. Sometimes, the twins couldn't believe their dad was once a kick-ass rockstar who found himself in a billion weird situations. He was so strict when it came to them and especially when it came to Penelope.

“Why are you naked?” Luke was not expecting to find a boy in his daughter's apartment. He kid himself a lot by pretending that Penelope had no interest in relationships at all. He really had led himself to believe that she came out here for school and food, nothing else. Luke was spoiled. He didn't have the same problems that Michael encountered with a teenage daughter. Penny turned down everyone's advances. This hit him like a ton of bricks. He had been so thankful that she turned down Connor when he came in to Paris for a visit. Now, she had some naked French guy with tousled hair, one leg, and strong hands in her apartment.

“I was going to have a shower.”

“You can't shower at your own place?” Luke argued with him, but Cagney tapped his shoulder frantically. He turned to look at her and she nodded toward the door.

“Hey baby....” Cagney began to talk as soon as Penelope picked up, Luke following her out into the hallway as they left their very amused sons alone in the apartment with Jules.

“You don't have to put clothes on. We don't care.” Shrugging, March told Jules sincerely as he pulled out his phone and headed to his sister's futon that was pulled out into a bed and a mess of blankets and pillows.

“Yeah, I kind of like it.” Miles joked back, making his brother laugh.

Jules excused himself to Penelope's washroom where he left his hotel work uniform. He preferred to be naked whenever given the opportunity, but he truly was going to use the opportunity of being alone to bathe. He had been looking forward to it actually as he wanted to feel fresh when Penelope came back, so they could hang out without him worrying that he smelled funny.

“Who is Jules?” Luke took the phone from his wife as soon as she explained to Penelope that they had arrived at her apartment to surprise her. He interrupted her excited ramble about being excited to show her little brothers around, taking them to music venues, and introducing them to her French friends.

“He's just a friend. Kind of....” From the back of the bus she was riding with her classmates, Penelope brought one shoulder to her ear that her phone was pressed against as she poked her finger into the other to hear her parents clearer over the sound of wheels on the road. She didn't know how to explain to her dad that she and Jules hadn't put a label on anything yet. Truthfully, his guess was as good as hers.

“A friend?” While it should have been music to Luke's ears, it only infuriated him more. If Jules was a friend, why was he naked in her apartment?

“I like him. We’re having fun. I don’t know!” Penelope really didn’t want to explain the situation to her dad. She still found having a crush to be the most embarrassing thing she had ever done and there was a month in her life where she wore scratch ‘n’ sniff stickers all over her arms and face.

“Luke, she said she would be here in about a half hour. They're dropping them off at  the school.” Her voice calm, Cagney looked up to Luke and whispered. She instinctively reached up to play with the back of his neck and the hair that ended there. Her head massages were renowned among their closest friends and they had talked Luke down in countless situations. It had been the first thing he missed when they would spend long periods of time away from each other and what he yearned for when she was cross with him. “The boys are probably really hungry.” Cagney explained. She also was dying to eat. She had not the slightest clue that inside the apartment Jules had offered to show the family to one of Penny's favorite spots to eat in the city.