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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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I feel the rush, addicted to your touch

AN: sorry, not sorry - Have some brain rot filth courtesy of that scene from Crowded Room and Tom Holland’s slut era….As always an aged up Peter Parker…

Beta’d by no-one, bwahahahaha, but enabled by @buckyismybicycle

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me, with images from The Crowded Room courtesy of www.TomHolland.org

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Summary: Peter’s on a mission. Whether he gets what he’s expecting is a different matter.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Sam Wilson - No powers au

WC: 1.4k

CW: Disaster Gay Peter Parker, Strangers to lovers, drug use, unsafe sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied previous SA, hooking up, anal sex, spit as lube, daddy kink, oral sex, face slapping (once) being shared, angst. This is messed up - you have been warned.

I’m so fucked up right now!

As the thought crossed Peter’s mind he giggled to himself at the dual meaning. Because he was fucked up - his life so far had seen to that, but he was also high as kite, tripping his balls off after the two lines he’d done at home before heading out, so doubly fucked up.

He supposed he’d been a normal kid once. It was so long ago that he didn’t remember much. He got flashes now and then, memories of his mom singing to him, his dad reading him a story. But that part of his life hadn’t lasted long, courtesy of a drunk driver. He remembered being scared and confused when he went to live with Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Things had settled down, at least for a bit, and he’d had some semblance of happiness.

However, the universe decided that it hadn’t tortured him enough, so it sent a mugger who accosted and killed Uncle Ben over the $47.32 cents in his wallet. That’s when things really went downhill. The reduced income, the cost of the funeral. To say he and May had struggled financially was an understatement.

Peter had had prospects before then. He was smart, capable, excelling at school, but he’d had to get a job to help out, and his school work suffered. He got angry at everything and everyone around him and made bad choices. Choices which lead him to trust people he shouldn’t have trusted. People who gave him things, did things…

Peter shook his head. Tonight wasn’t about being maudlin. Tonight was about having fun. He might be fucked up, but he was planning on just being fucked too.

Black eye liner rimmed his dark hazel eyes, smokey eyeshadow spread across his eyelids. He’d tried to tame his milk chocolate curls by slicking it back - there was still a cowlick at the front - and it curled at the nape of his neck.

He sashayed into the club, hips swinging as he pushed through the crowd, so obvious in what he was after that the only way to be clearer would to have a light-up sign over his head like a cab. His black jeans were so tight they were almost painted on, moulding his pert ass and highlighting his slim waist. His matching black shirt was almost sheer and barely buttoned, giving a full on view of his toned abs and pebbled nipples.

With the bass thumping and the red lights pulsing, Peter shucked his leather jacket, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way to the bar. He straddled a stool, and started to look around, peering out from under his long dark lashes, and chewing on his thumb. He wasn’t exactly sure what - who - he was looking for, but he knew he’d know it when he saw it, or rather, him.

A-ha!

Eye contact was made and not broken. Two knowing gazes locked together, assessing each other. The man walked over, dark skin shining like mahogany under the club lights, and leant over, lips close to Peter’s ear.

“You want a drink, sweet thing?”

A large hand rested on Peter’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“Whisky please, daddy…”

A shudder running through the body next to him let Peter know he’d played it right.

“You old enough for the hard stuff, sugar?”

Peter turned on his stool, even as the man signalled the bartender. He hooked his calf around the back of the man’s thigh, pulling him between his legs.

“I’m old enough for all the hard stuff.”

A raised eyebrow, and then the hand on his thigh was tightening.

“Good to know.”

Two whiskeys were ordered and quickly knocked back. Peter slid down from the stool, letting his body rub up against the one in front of him. Now he was on his feet he could fully appreciate the height and breadth of the man, and he could feel the lust rushing through his veins alongside the coke. With his hand fisted in the man’s shirt, Peter walked backwards onto the dance floor, wholly enraptured by the sparkling eyes and knowing smirk aimed in his direction.

Once he’d got into the middle of the throng, the press of bodies almost as intoxicating as the whiskey, Peter turned his body, pressing his back to the stranger’s front. Two large hands grasped at his hips, grinding them back, and Peter let his own arms raise up over his head, so his hands could rub over the cropped dark hair of his soon-to-be lover.

Peter felt dizzy, beautifully out of control, as he gyrated, letting the music flow through him. The hands left his hips to rub over his abs, sneaking under his shirt to feel his heated skin and to skim over the front of his pants. He arched up into the touch, sucking in air and rolling his body.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter found himself pressed face first against the wall of a stall in the men’s room. The music from the dancefloor, although muted slightly, was still loud. His pants were pulled down, and rough fingers, only lubed with spit, were rubbing at his tight hole. He gasped as one, then two, were harshly pushed inside him, a mere nod to prep, and then oh!

His lover’s hands covered his, fingers linked, and Peter cried out unabashed as his body was thrust up against the thin wall. He was so full! The stranger flexed his hips, thrusting his cock in and out, hitting that spot that made Peter whimper and clench in pleasure.

It felt so fucking good! He could almost forget everything.

It was over too soon, their fervour, their feral lust, pushing both of them over the edge, and Peter gulped in air, head still resting against the side of the stall.

“Come home with me, sweet thing. I got some more sugar for you, Sugar.”

Peter inhaled through his nose and threw down the rolled $20, before falling backwards onto his ass. What day was it? How long had it been since he left the club? Did he even care? He was high again - or was it still? - and he’d been fucked seven ways from Sunday. He giggled, rolling over and getting to his feet, to bop around to the music playing through the stereo. He only had on his underpants and a t-shirt given to him by his lover, but he didn’t care. For once the voices in his head were quiet and he felt so fucking happy.

He put on a flirty little show for the man in the chair, but after spinning too fast, he fell back over onto the floor. Laughing again, he came up onto his knees and crawled over towards his lover.

The sun coming in through the thin curtains made the man’s skin glow golden as he slouched, relaxed in an easy chair, smoking a joint and puffing perfect rings into the air, watching Peter dance. As the young man got closer, he spread his legs.

Kneeling between them, Peter undid the belt that was stopping him from getting to his prize. That damn knowing smirk had returned, and Peter smiled back before ducking his head and taking the thick, cut cock into his mouth. Fingers tangled into his curls, holding him in place as he swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks.

Somewhere, on the periphery of his consciousness, Peter heard a knock on the apartment door, and noticed it opening from the corner of his eye, but he was too caught up in own blissed out state to pay it much attention. That was until an enquiring voice broke through the fog swirling in his brain.

“What you got there, Sam?”

A grunt, and a flex of hips made Peter gag for a moment, but it didn’t deter him.

“Got me a sweet little thing.” A sharp tug on his hair made Peter lift his head up, and he looked around, mouth agape and eyes wide. A tall, dark haired man was leaning against the shelving unit. His arms were crossed and he was observing Peter with his crystal blue eyes.

A light slap across his face brought his attention back to his lover.

“You listening, Sugar? This is my main man, Bucky. He’s a good friend and I share all my shit with him, sometimes while I’m still using it, so just relax, honey. We’re gonna send you sky high…”

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#peter parker #sam wilson #peter parker x sam wilson #disaster gay peter parker #inspired by the crowded room #tom holland fan fic #late writes

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lastdecnesbitt · 7 years ago

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@heavenlyhollands told me i should post this so here we are!

#sam holland #sam holland moodboards #sammy boy #mik’s moodboards #actually the love of my life #💚

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peteschurro · 7 years ago

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Going Ice Skating w/ Sam Holland moodboard

requested by: dreamit-catchit

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hollandfromhell · 3 years ago

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Traitor

Word Count: 1667

a/n: This wasn’t requested but I was really in my feels listening to Olivia so here’s this kinda angsty piece. Also, this is no hate to Zendaya.

requests: open

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies, I played dumb but I always knew

Her heart ached, an ache that could be felt even though the rest of her body was numb. Her hands were sweaty, her shirt rumpled and hair a mess, she was a shell of who she used to be. She knew she shouldn’t let this ruin her, shouldn’t let this shatter her world. But here she is, staring at the pieces of her once happy self. The worst part? She knew the whole time.

The little friend dates that became more frequent, the staying longer in LA when he wasn’t filming, the posts on his Instagram story. All signs pointed to Y/N losing him. She never said anything, always responded with love, because that’s who she was, a lover not a fighter.

Although she wished she had fought for Tom, or maybe she wished he had fought for her. After 4 years she’d thought he would, or at least not cheated on her. Maybe it was the time apart, maybe it was that Zendaya was better than her, or maybe he just didn’t get lost in Y/N anymore, not the way she did in him.

That you’d talk to her, maybe even did even worse, I kept quiet so I could keep you

The bathroom door closed louder than she wanted it to behind her, but she was too focused on keeping her breathing normal to noticed. Why did she look? Why did she have to be curious? They were supposed to have a good night after so many bad ones. They had shared a nice dinner and watched a movie on the couch, holding eachother like they used to before everything changed. Then they had gotten into bed and Tom had turned over onto his other side to check his phone. Which was fair, they had both been radio silent for the last three hours and she almost followed suit. Until his text messages caught her eye.

She had promised herself she would never be that person, the significant other that would read messages over their lovers phone, but she couldn’t help herself. The red from the heart emoji had stolen her attention away from her own phone, at first she thought it was just his mom, she had been using the red heart for the past couple months constantly. But the capital Z as the contact name completely decimated those thoughts. Can’t wait to see you next week ❤️.

And ain’t it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits? Ain’t it funny how you said you were friends now it sure as hell don’t look like it

Her day had been filled with nothing other than tears, sad romcoms, and ice cream, as clique as that sounds. At least Tom had waited to break up with her until it was Friday, now she didn’t have to go into work and pretend everything was okay, she had a two day grieving period, hopefully that was long enough for her to get her emotions in check. 4 years down the drain, the happiest years of her life with what she thought was the love of her life. She didn’t know what to do, should she delete his number? She had almost done it right after the phone call, along with all of their pictures, but what if he called back? What if he wanted her back? She couldn’t lose that much of their relationship, all the happy times.

But now she knew he didn’t want her back, he wasn’t going to call or come home, he had everything he needed now. The pap pics of Tom and Zendaya kissing had reached Y/N, and it was crushing her even more. How could they do this? Zendaya was supposed to be her friend, Tom was supposed to be her forever. And here they are locking lips, trying to rub it in her face that they’re happy and she’s miserable.

Loved you at your worst but that didn’t matter

She remembers the last minute flight she took to see him last December, the one she almost lost her dream job for. But it was worth it for him. Tom had called her the Monday before and had cried on the phone to her about how stressed he was, how much he missed his family, how much he missed her. She had done her best to comfort him, but she was thousands of miles away.

After he had fallen asleep, her phone adorn with his perfectly handsome face, she had booked the flight, one that had costed a pretty penny. And then she was off, on her way to New York, where he was filming his new movie. The hug and kiss they had shared when they saw each other made her feel as if she was on cloud nine, lost in the sky but somehow grounded in his arms.

Usually after they had spent some time together, winding down from the day and rememorizing each others bodies, Tom would be fine, happy even. But the bags that hung under his eyes and the paleness of his face told a different story, he was exhausted.

He broke down that night, telling her everything that had been bothering him. How he wished he could just leave the movie, go home and see the people he loved most. He said he hated acting, something she never would have thought he would ever say, this was his passion, everything he had worked so hard for. She held him close, did her best to sooth him, and let him get everything out.

Now you bring her around just to shut me down, show her off like she’s a new trophy

When Nikki had invited her to the friends and family grill out, she had said no, before she even knew Tom was going to be there. Yeah, her and Harry hung out and maybe she took Paddy out for ice cream a couple times, but that doesn’t mean she’s still family. If anything she was an aquantince.

But of course Nikki had convinced her, along with the help of the youngest Holland brother, and here she stood, outside at one of the high top tables talking with Sam about a new cook book she had gotten. Sam was going on and on about why yellow onions are better than white ones when Tom and Zendaya walked in, looking as perfect as ever. Her breath had caught in her throat and her head had snapped back to look at Sam, his eyebrows drawn in confusion.

She gave a sorry excuse as to why she had to go, something about needing to grab a spice from the store before it closed. She hurriedly pushed through the crowd of people standing next to the door, spewing out a quick excuse me and a soft smile at them. She knew Tom had seen her, she had made direct eye contact with him.

When she finally made it to her car parked down the road, she felt helpless. There’s no way Tom didn’t know she was going to be there, she knew Sam had texted him about her being at the party. And he still brought Zendaya. Her world shattered all over again.

Remember when I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid

Memories flash across her eyes whenever she closes them, good and bad, ones she never wants to forget and ones she can’t seem to get rid of. Like the one where she had asked Tom if he would stay home instead of going to LA for the weekend for Zendaya’s birthday.

“I have to go, she’s my best friend,” He had said, a smile on his face as he looked at her, “I’ll be back by Tuesday, and you’ll have me all to yourself.” He kissed her on the forehead and ran his fingers through her hair lightly. “Don’t make a big deal out of nothing, yeah?”

Her eyes closed as she leaned her head against his shoulder, “You’ve spent so much time there recently, please just stay.” She knew this was an ultimatum and she hated it, choose me over her, she had thought. Every two weeks like clockwork he’d find a reason to end up in LA.

“I love you darling, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Don’t be so paranoid.” He was teasing her, his hands had slid down to her sides and tickled relentlessly until she burst out into laughter, “There’s my favorite smile.” Her heart sored.

I know you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt

She sat on their bed for the last time, looking at the picture of them at a friends wedding that sat on their bed side table, she had caught the bouquet that day. They had planned to change the picture when they got married, to a picture of their whole family at the wedding. But those plans were torn apart along with her heart.

As she went to leave she couldn’t help but pick the picture up, examine everything about it, they looked so in love, more than the bride and groom did. How could she have let her forever slip through her fingers.

She pulled the photo out of it’s frame and turned it over, she had almost forgot the note she had written on the back, to us, and the happy newlyweds, January 2019.She grabbed a pen from inside the drawer and scratched out the words that once resided on the page, she wrote a new note, one she hoped he would find. She wanted to hurt him.

God I wish you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

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sziconsz · 3 years ago

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ᨦദ 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 ⠀⠀⠀ᨓ ⠀⠀⠀𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 ‹3 !¡ ៹

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 2 years ago

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Mood board event!!!

- send me up to 3 or less pictures of Tom or Harry or Sam Holland + your name

And I will create a mood board for you, loves

I really love making them ❤️🥰

#harry holland #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tomhollandfan #tom holland x you #tom holland fandom #moodboard #picture #cute pictures #your name #sam holland

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sabriivante · 4 years ago

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You know, trinity's only

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softholand · 3 years ago

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✈︎ instead of you by @wazzupmrstark

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either

#tom holland #sam holland #moodboard #tom holland moodboard #sam holland moodboard #fic moodboard #others

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atalho-s · 3 years ago

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And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown, but I can't wait to go home 🎵

#this is not the best one #but i love these bros sm 😭#tom holland #harry holland #sam holland #paddy holland #holland bros #my edits #holland moodboard

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quinjetboi · 4 years ago

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domestic mornings with a certain sweet boy!

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mah-gah-lee · 3 years ago

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i'm looking for someone capable to make a moodboard for my new mini serie on my future tumblr blog but not demanding real money for that. I really tried but i'm not able to find some great pictures and associate it toghether

can someone help me ?

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #sam holland #holland family #harry holland #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #tom holland x reader #harry holland x reader #sam holland x reader #harrison osterfield moodboard #tom holland moodboard

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txtandroll · 5 years ago

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Hello ! I love your writing it's really cool! I just discover your account and it's amazing! Could you do prompt #10 and #29 with Harry please? 😊

request blurbs from the prompt list

#10 “oh i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were the queen of england.”

#29 “fuck you i’m a genius.”

with harry holland

You were in quarantine with your boyfriend Harry. Well, Harry and your friends. One day, both you and Harry were bored, and decided to have a bake-off.

“We have to make it look good and taste good!” You told Harry as you agreed on the rules to the bake-off.

Harry threw his arm around you and pulled you into his chest, “of course, love. But just don’t be to heart broken when you lose, okay?”

“Fuck you,” you chuckled and hit him lightly in the chest.

You were standing on opposite sides of the kitchen, putting together each your baked goods while trying to hide what you were doing from each other.

“Don’t look you div,” you laughed as you pushed Harry away from the cake you were making.

“I am not looking.” He stated as he cut into the brownie he had made.

You decorated your cake with icing, really concentrating on what you were doing and making sure it looked as good as possible. You made small decorative tops with the icing, really proud of the outcome.

“Fuuuck,” Harry breathed out from his side of the kitchen, “shit, shit, shit.”

You looked over at him, seeing him struggling cutting the cake. The knife stuck to the bottom of the cake for some reason.

“What the hell did you do?” You asked him with a small chuckle.

He looked up at you and let out a long breath of frustration, “the gummi bears melted.”

“What?”

“The gummi bears I had in the brownie, they melted and now the entire bottom of the brownie is melted gummi bears.”

You started laughing as you approached your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he still tried to cut the cake properly.

“Of course they melted, babe,” you said and kissed his neck, “it’s gummi bears. What did you think was going to happen? That they would stay in the cake in original form and not melt?”

Harry sighed, “fuck you I’m a genius.”

You laughed even more at Harry’s comment, “sure babe, you’re a genius.”

You walked back to your side of the kitchen and finished your cake. When you both were done and Harry had managed to cut the brownie into pieces, you decided to taste both the cakes.

You cut a slice of your cake and placed it on a plate. The both of you took a fork each and tasted the cake.

“Mmm,” Harry placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, “this is delicious, darling.”

“I know.” You stated and gave your boyfriend a smile, before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now, your brownies.”

You got a slice of the brownie on a plate and both of you took a bite.

You turned to Harry while chewing the brownie, “dude, it’s so sticky. It’s impossible to chew.”

Harry rolled his eyes at you, struggling to chew his bit as well.

“Even you can’t chew it.” You laughed at him, “I mean, one should be able to easily chew a brownie.”

“You have way too high standards when it comes to cake, love.”

“It’s really hard to eat, Harry.” You giggled.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the queen of England.”

#allforholland blurbs #harry holland #harry holland blurb #harry holland imagine #harry holland x you #harry holland x yn #harry holland moodboard #harry holland fic #harry holland x reader #harry holland imagines #tom holland #harrison osterfield #sam holland #holland

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peterparklr · 6 years ago

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gen·ius

/‘jēnyəs/ noun- exceptional intellectual or creative power or other (un)natural ability.

#peter parker #peter parker moodboard #tom holland #tom holland moodboard #peter parker aesthetic #tom holland aesthetic #spider-man: homecoming #spider man: far from home #sm: ffh #sm:hc #spider-man #spider man #spiderman #harry holland #sam holland #kae kreates #userkavvy #userkaylee

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sunkissedpages · 6 years ago

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Traditions with a Twist

Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I’ve ever written and also the first moodboard I’ve ever made (I’m still learning lol if you have any tips lmk)! I listened to Josh Groban’s Christmas album while I wrote this 10/10 would recommend.

Summary: Meeting Tom’s parents for the first time and spending the Holidays with them. (There’s also gingerbread house building lol)

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

“Let’s go inside, darling.”

“Just give me another minute.”

Despite it being below freezing your palms were sweating. You rubbed your hands on your jeans nervously, attempting to wick the moisture away. You were about to meet your boyfriend’s parents for the first time and you wanted to throw up.

“Waiting out here is only going to make you more nervous,” Tom insisted, tugging on your elbow gently.

“I know, I know I just-” you stopped. Tom looked at you expectantly. “What if they don’t like me?”

“Don’t worry, love,” Tom said comfortingly and wrapped his arms around you “they’d never say so to your face.”

“Thomas!” you shoved yourself out of his grasp, affronted.

“You know I’m kidding.” Tom reached for you again. You allowed yourself to be embraced this time. “They’ll love you. How could anyone not?”

Even though it was the exact script a boyfriend was supposed to say to his girlfriend before she met his family you let the words comfort you anyway. The Hollands didn’t even need to love you, you would be satisfied if they liked you. You could even work with tolerance.

“You’ve already met all the boys, they love you, and Harrison will be here. You’ve got plenty of people on your side.” Tom was pulling you towards the house now, but you weren’t resisting.

Lights were on inside. You could hear light music and laughter and you let yourself relax the tiniest bit. Tom rapped on the door and you held your breath. Within seconds the door swung open to reveal a small woman with copper colored hair. She beamed at the two of you.

“We were wondering when you two would get here!” she exclaimed. “Come in, it’s freezing outside!”

Tom’s mom squeezed her eldest son first then gave you a warm hug. “Y/N, I’m Nicola, we’ve heard so much about you! We’re so glad you’re spending the holidays with us this year.”

Your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton but you smiled anyway. “Thank you for having me!”

“Of course! The more the merrier!”

She showed you both inside and Tom kicked off his boots. You followed in suit.

“How was your flight?”

“Long, but luckily we both slept through most of it,” Tom said, taking the lead.

“I’m glad! Did you already drop your things at your flat?” she asked and Tom nodded. “Alright, everyone’s waiting in the kitchen.”

Nicola gave you a brief tour of the downstairs, mostly just pointing at the rooms as you passed them on the way to the kitchen in the back. There was a Christmas tree set up in the living room in front of the window that was covered in homemade ornaments and string lights. Underneath the tree, an old toy train chugged around the outline of the skirt. You remembered Tom telling you about the train, and how he got it for Christmas when he was seven because The Polar Express was his favorite Christmas movie. You couldn’t help but smile. This is where Tom had grown up, his whole childhood had been spent here and now he was sharing a little piece of it with you.

Every time you passed a framed picture of Tom you wanted to stop and fawn over it. Tom had been the cutest frickin kid. He caught you giggling at a photo of him in a Bat-man Halloween costume and blushed. He pulled you by your hand to keep you moving. You couldn’t believe Thomas Stanley Holland was being shy. You wanted to tease him for it, but settled for squeezing his hand instead. You could make fun of him later.

Finally she led you into the kitchen. All of Tom’s brothers whom you’d already met were sitting at the breakfast nook, as was Haz. The boys waved noncommittally from their spots, but they smiled brightly at you. Harrison actually got up from his seat to give you a quick hug, and slapped Tom on the back.

“Would either of you like some hot chocolate?” Nicola asked, refilling her own mug from a pot on the stove.

“Yeah, Mum that’d be great,” Tom said at the same time you nodded and said “I’d love some!”

Tom left your side to retrieve two mugs from one of the cabinets and hand them to his mom. She filled them both and handed them back to Tom who brought them back to you. Tom clinked his mug against yours and you sipped simultaneously. It was sweeter than you expected, but you usually made dark chocolate back home and you figured this was milk chocolate. Still, it was good and it warmed you up just the same.

“Where’s Dad?” Tom asked his brothers. They shrugged.

“Who’s looking for me?” a voice inquired from behind you.

You turned and realized Tom’s dad had materialized behind you. Tom hugged his father and you took the initiative this time to introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Likewise, I’m Dom.” He held out his hand for you to shake. “Tom has been so excited to bring you home,” he exclaimed. “I don’t think he’s ever phoned us that much in one month since he left!”

“Dad,” Tom cleared his throat with embarrassment and you giggled.

“Well I’ve been looking forward to this trip for so long! I’ve never been to England.”

“Make sure to drag Tom to all the tourist spots,” Dom teased “especially during rush hour.” You grinned knowing Tom’s dad must know how impatient his son was, especially when it came to crowds. It was endearing to see him push his buttons.

“I’ll be sure to document the whole ordeal,” you promised Dom and he laughed appreciatively.

“Thanks, Dad,” Tom huffed in irritation.

“I’m sorry am I embarrassing you?” Dom asked his son.

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll be sure to to pull the family albums out for Y/N later then,” Dom promised and you hoped he wasn’t kidding.

“Can’t wait,” you said enthusiastically and Tom groaned next to you. You took his hand and he relaxed a little bit. You hadn’t considered the fact that he was probably nervous too, but so far so good.

“Dinner won’t be ready for some time,” Dom said “but you guys can get started with the gingerbread houses.”

“The gingerbread houses?” you wondered aloud and turned to see that the table was stacked with boxes of DIY gingerbread house kits.

“It’s a tradition,” Tom explained. “Every year we have a competition to see who can build the best gingerbread house. Mum and Dad judge, and whoever wins gets to put the star on top of the tree.”

“Nicola and Dom aren’t allowed to see whose house is whose,” Haz added “so there isn’t any bias. That rule had to be implemented after Sam won too many years in a row,” he paused, “and your parents try and tell you lot they don’t have a favorite.” Tom shoved his best friend’s shoulder playfully. “That rule is how I won for the first time.” He winked.

“If you ask me, I think we’re getting a little old for it,” Paddy, Tom’s youngest brother, piped up.

“Oh hush up,” Tom chided his brother. “You’re just saying that because you’re bound to lose.” Paddy just rolled his eyes at Tom and crossed his arms.

“Are we going to start or are we going to stand around all day?” Sam asked impatiently and everyone started moving at once.

Nicola and Dom had disappeared into the living room some time ago, leaving everyone to work. There was barely any room left at the table but you were able to squeeze onto the window seat between Haz and Tom. Tom handed you your own gingerbread box.

“I get my own?” you asked in surprise.

“Well I’m not going to let you wreck my chances at winning,” Tom said in complete seriousness as he grabbed his own box from the pile. You shoved him in response. “Y/N, I swear if you make me drop this box-”

“You’ll what?” you teased. “Put me on the naughty list?”

You swore you heard a record scratch as everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at you with shock. Even Tom looked like he thought he hadn’t heard you right.

“Fuck,” your heart rate picked up instantly and you started to stutter. “I, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just trying to make a Christmas joke, but I didn’t think about how it would sound-”

Tom swooped in and kissed you on the cheek, bubbling with laughter. “I mean, if that’s what you really want, darling...” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and was met with a chorus of boos and gagging sounds from his brothers. You wanted to crawl into a hole.

Once the commotion died down everyone got down to business. The cardboard boxes were thrown aside to clear more room on the table and everyone started to assemble their houses.

You followed the instructions on how to knead the icing and started sorting all of the candy decorations into little piles. Meanwhile, the boys were already fully into it, putting up the walls to their houses and going ham on the candies.

“Wait is this timed?” you asked and everyone nodded without looking up at you.

What the fuck? You couldn’t tell if they had conveniently forgotten that detail on purpose, or legitimately just hadn’t mentioned it accidentally. Either way, it was crunch time. You hadn’t realized how seriously they were taking it.

You haphazardly put all the walls into the little slots and tried to glue them together with the icing you’d just mixed. It was working...king of. You had to hold the pieces in place and wait for the icing to harden before you could move on or they would fall apart and you’d have to start all over. You had no idea how the boys were moving so quickly.

You were tempted to glance at Tom’s creation, but resisted. You needed to concentrate on your own work. Once the walls were up you moved to the roof. The roof was much trickier because of gravity. Every time you thought they were solid, you’d let go and the pieces would slide off and onto the table. Groaning in frustration you moved on to the gingerbread men that were supposed to stand outside the house. You could come back to the roof later.

You attempted to decorate the gingerbread men with a little packet of red icing, but you weren’t very steady and Haz and Tom kept bumping you accidentally in the process of decorating their own things so it came out looking like a mess. You sighed, but trudged on. Decorating the windows and door turned out to be semi successful. At least you could tell what they were supposed to be. When you tried to fix the roof again the pieces were stuck to the cardboard base where the icing had hardened when you weren’t paying attention.

“Dammit,” you whispered to yourself, and no one acknowledged you, still preoccupied with their own crafting.

Attempting to pull the roof off of the base proved to be futile because you only broke the cookie in half when you tried. You wanted to scream. This house wasn’t fit for any gingerbread people to live in especially since it didn’t have a fucking roof, even calling it a “house” was being a little generous.

You didn’t want to show this monstrosity of a gingerbread house to anyone let alone your boyfriend’s parents that you’d met like five minutes ago. You were a grown woman and this, this was sad. You were going to have to get creative.

After thinking for a few minutes you thought you might have a way to get around the traditional gingerbread house and got to work. You worked quickly, things finally coming together. You were half decorating with the candies, and half eating them. You didn’t need all of them anyway.

You ran out of red icing so when Tom wasn’t looking you snatched his unopened packet. You figured it was payback for not telling you what you were getting into.

You finished before all the boys and sat back to watch them, satisfied with your work. Tom was working on a quaint little setup. The roof was lined with little beads that looked like Christmas lights and the gingerbread people were building a snowman out of marshmallows (that had not been included in the kit what a fucking cheater) in front of the house. He was currently working on piping some icicles onto the roof. You had to admit, you were impressed.

Harry’s looked like a winter wonderland. His was completely covered in white icing and the gingerbread people were making snow angels on the front lawn. Paddy’s looked exactly like the picture on the box had and you were shocked. How had he memorized it and replicated it so precisely? Sam’s gingerbread house was color coordinated with all green and red candy. You wondered how long it had taken him to sort through all the decorations to do that. Finally, Harrison’s house looked like it was straight out of a lifestyle magazine. The front door had a wreath on it, he’d made a picket fence out of peppermints, and he’d even drawn out perfectly shaped snowflakes on the roof as decoration.

You sighed and smiled. You should have known Harrison’s house would be extra as fuck, like him. He caught your eye and smiled.

“Sizing up the competition?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Don’t need to.”

“Famous last words,” he warned and went back to his work.

You weren’t confident in your work whatsoever, but it was fun to talk shit.

On your other side Tom leaned back against the window dramatically, massaging his right hand. You took the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder and admire his work.

“Looks good, babe,” you complimented and he grinned down at you.

“Thanks,”

Just then, Nicola popped her head into the kitchen, hand over her eyes. “Are you all ready?”

“Just about, Mum!” Harry called and began to switch the houses around, making the order random. He stopped when he got to yours. “Wow, Y/N, really...original.”

Everyone suddenly turned their attention to look at your creation. You had turned the house into a....murder scene. One of the gingerbread men was lying in a pool of red icing, aka blood, and the other one was standing above him with blood on his hands. You’d used the red icing to decorate the house as well, smearing it on the windows and walls. The gingerbread house looked like a total disaster, but on purpose.

“Holy shit,” Tom gasped beside you and you immediately regretted going the creative route. Maybe Tom’s parents wouldn’t think it was funny.

“Is it too much?” you fretted “I can change it!”

“Love, you’re a genius!” Tom laughed and kissed the top of your head.

You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into Tom as the boys gaped at your house. Even if the Hollands were appalled, you’d impressed your boyfriend which was no easy task. Your art skills, or lack thereof, had come through for you which was a first.

“Why have we never thought of this before?” Sam asked his twin who just shook his head.

Once the houses were all set up in an order that pleased Harry he called his parents back into the kitchen. Nicola and Dom stepped back in, mugs of hot cocoa still in hand.

“These look fantastic you guys!” Nicola exclaimed, giving all the gingerbread houses a onceover.

You braced yourself, holding Tom’s hand as his parents made the rounds, looking closely at each one, whispering to each other. His family was taking this very seriously. They stopped when they got to yours, and you held your breath nervously.

“This is new,” Dom said.

“Never seen anything like it,” Nicola agreed.

You relaxed when they both chuckled at it before moving on to the next one. Even if yours didn’t compare to the more traditional ones, you were satisfied that they were amused by it.

Once every gingerbread house had been thoroughly scrutinized, Nicola and Dom retreated to the living room to discuss the decision.

“You smashed it, Y/N.” Harrison admitted and gave you a high five.

“Literally,” you agreed, looking at the crumbled remains of your house.

Everyone descended into light banter about whose house was better and Tom drew you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. You snuggled up to him, and went back to work on your hot chocolate. You listened to the boys talk and could still hear the soft Christmas music from the record player in the living room. You could stay like this forever. Here, with Tom and his family, bundled in his arms while snow fell outside. It was the nicest holiday you’d had in awhile and you couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with his family.

Nicola and Dom reentered the kitchen both smiling like children with a secret. Their energy was infectious and you began smiling too. You could see why the Hollands did this every year, you were having so much fun.

“After a heated debate,” Dom began, “we’ve come to a consensus.”

Everyone leaned forward expectantly. Tom’s parents paused for dramatic effect.

“Annnd,” Nicola said agonizingly slowly, “the winner is...”

“Out with it Mum!” Paddy exclaimed.

“The winner is the gingerbread house with the gingerbread men making snow angels!”

“YES!” Harry jumped up and threw his fists in the air. “Suck on that!”

Sam dragged a finger through the icing on Harry’s roof and licked it off in defiance. “Nobody likes a sore winner.”

“Nobody likes a sore loser,” Harry retaliated

“Alright, alright, let’s go put the star on the tree,” Nicola announced and everyone moved into the living room.

You stayed behind to clean up some of the mess on the table before joining them. Tom’s mom noticed you missing and came back to help you.

“We could’ve done this later,” she assured you,

“Oh, I just wanted to help.”

“I appreciate it, I’m not one to turn down help.” She smiled at you. “Which one was yours, Y/N?”

“Um, the death one.” You shifted awkwardly and Nicola laughed.

“We talked about picking that one,” she admitted “it was so creative and funny! But we thought one of the boys had done that one and we were actually trying to pick the one you had made so you could put the star on the tree this year.”

You were taken aback. “But, but I’m not family,” you protested.

“Neither is Harrison,” Nicola pointed out, “not by blood anyway, and he’s won probably around four times. And...” she hesitated “Tom’s never brought a girl home for Christmas before, so it must mean there’s something about you.” She smiled fondly. “If he loves you, then so do we.”

Your heart felt like it was going to explode right then and there. You actually had to hold back tears as you finished cleaning with Tom’s mom.

Afterwards, you joined everyone in the living room. Harry was standing on top of a chair they’d pulled from the dining table with the tree topper in hand.

“Wait!” Nicola called, running for her camera on the coffee table. “Let me get my camera ready!”

Harry rolled his eyes despite the fact that he was still beaming from his victory.

“There you are, love,” Tom whispered and snaked his arm around your waist. “Where’d you wander off to?”

“Oh nowhere,” you brushed it off cheekily and watched as Harry triumphantly stuck the glowing star on top of the Christmas tree. Everyone cheered then gasped as the star began to list to the left. It stopped before it fell, leaving it lopsided on the top of the tree.

“Excellent!” Dom exclaimed through laughter and applauded.

“It suits Harry perfectly,” Sam teased, receiving a shove from Harry as he made his way down from the chair.

“Okay, one quick picture of all the kids before dinner!” Nicola insisted and everyone immediately started whining. “I can wait all night!”

Grumbling, everyone assembled themselves in front of the tree as you watched on.

“You too, Y/N!” Nicola said waving you into frame.

You were surprised to be included in the picture, but did as you were told. You positioned yourself next to Tom and posed for the picture. You didn’t think you could smile any less than you were if you tried.

Once that was finished everyone made their way back into the kitchen for dinner, but Tom held you back by your hand. Once everyone was gone he leaned down and kissed you chastely on the lips.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said, nearly whispering.

There went that feeling in your heart again.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you agreed and kissed him again in the soft white light of the Christmas tree.

Okay that was cheesy as fuck but it’s Christmas okay?? Also this was kind of inspired by the gingerbread house that I made last year which was also a murder scene lol. Ty for reading, I hope you liked it :) Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

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