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parkerpeter24 · 1 year

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bake my day

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ honestly, full on fluff.

w.c. ➳ 0.7k

summary ➳ you haven’t been able to see peter for some time due to work but when you give him a surprised visit on christmas, you end up getting surprised yourself

soft christmas blurb to make up for the pain i caused through this

i would like to extend my gratitude towards my two besties @glowunderthemoon and @annab-nana because without these two, i would never have had the idea to write this fic, i love you both 🤍

the less frequent texts from you constantly worried peter but he knew you would come around after you were a little free from all the work induced stress. he also did the same kind of thing, so he knew the cycle well enough.

you were either too busy or either too tired to text him, and he understood, but that didn’t mean he’d stop looking after you. sometimes he would leave little notes stuck to your window after he was done with patrol. sometimes he found you tucked under your sheets and smiled at your sleeping figure.

you’d kept all his little notes safe in your drawer for reading whenever you were too exhausted or too stressed because his neat writing and the sweet words never failed to brighten your day, whether it be a, ‘saw a book today, it reminded me of you’ or a ‘wanna hang?’ that cheeky bastard knew how to get you smiling like an idiot.

however, every now and then, you did find yourself guilty of never really replying to his messages and short notes. you had been busy for so long. when you were finally done with all your paperwork, it was christmas and you were able to find one weekend where you had quite literally nothing to do. so obviously, you found yourself making your way over to your dear boyfriend’s house with a pack of reese’s, marshmallows and his favorite gummy worms. peter had quite a sweet tooth if you were being honest.

you didn’t text him beforehand because you were a little scared he would have replied in a way you didn’t want him to, or at all. maybe he would be upset with you because you haven’t replied to him in forever, and rightfully so.

you walked up the stairs to his apartment, the lift was still not fixed, as you’d expected, but it wasn’t a big deal because aunt may and peter lived on the second floor.

making your way over to the door, you found that it was ajar. that didn’t stop you from knocking as you called out, “may?”

you hesitated a little before making your way inside, “peter?” you called, placing the bag of snacks onto the dining table which led the way towards the kitchen. you could hear soft humming as you made your way forward. it was definitely peter’s voice and you guessed he had his earphones on, which he did when he wanted to block out all the overwhelming noises.

what you had not guessed was your boyfriend, swaying in a sky-blue polka-dot apron, pulling out a tray from the microwave and placing it on the kitchen counter.

you watched him in awe, him not noticing you standing right there, as he took out a strainer and emptied a cup of powdered sugar into it.

it didn’t take you long to pull out your phone and start filming a video of the adorable sight in front of you. peter picked up the strainer and placed it a few inches above the tray– which, you noticed, contained a batch of chocolate chip cookies– and started patting on it to help the sugar down onto the cookies.

you smiled softly, watching him carefully as he smiled at his work, placing the strainer down once the sugar was all gone. finally, his eyes made his way up and doubled in size when he saw you standing there, with your phone in hands.

“what the-” he stopped himself, pulling out his earplugs and placing them beside the tray, “when did you get here?”

you laughed at this, saving the video and sliding your phone back into your pocket, “you’re so cute, peter parker!”

“oh hush, you.” his smile extended from everywhere to everywhere. you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “i was going to surprise you with cookies but you surprised me!”

“i can’t believe you did this for me.” you chuckled along with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. it felt so nice being able to kiss peter again after such a long time.

“of course i’d do this for you. god, i missed you so much!” his hand traveled to the back of your neck as he, once again, pulled you back in for another kiss.

“i missed you so much too.” you mumbled into his lips, “i’m so sorry for not being around.”

“you were busy, i understand.”

“just when i thought i couldn’t love you more.” your heart melted at the lovesick smile on peter’s face, however it soon turned into a smug one.

“just wait till you’ve tried my cookies.”

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st-barto21 · 5 months

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Tomdaya Christmas aesthetic

#tom holland #peter parker #aesthetic #marvel #zendaya #tomdaya #spiderman #xmas #christmas

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trapezequeen · 5 months

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25 Days of Christmas Moodboards

#25 days of christmas #merry Christmas #Christmas #christmas aesthetic #spiderman #peter parker #Tom holland #zendaya #zendaya coleman #mj Watson #Michelle jones Watson #Ned Leeds #Jacob batalon #disneyland #spideychelle

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tinas1469 · 4 months

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Tom Holland and Zendaya ⁣⁣

Merry Christmas 🎄🎄🍾🍾 ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

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#tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #Merry Christmas #Los Angeles #Oakland #Brazil #London #Paris #mariah carey #Darlene Love

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aintinacage · 4 months

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Christmas Cards - Spideychelle

#christmas cards #Spideychelle #marvel #mcu #Christmas #Zendaya #zendaya coleman #mj watson #michelle jones watson #michelle jones #Peter Parker #tom holland #Spiderman #homecoming #tomdaya #peter x mj #holiday

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destinyc1020 · 4 months

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I wonder if Tom still has his "Ugly Christmas Sweater" around, and if he's gonna wear it this year with Zendaya in London 🤭🥰

It's pretty much a tradition at this point lol. 😅

#tom holland #ugly christmas sweater #tradition

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 1 year

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Tangle

Title: Tangle

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Slight angst and mentions of depression, post-NWH

Summary: Several years after his memory is erased from the planes of existence, Peter lets himself fade into the background of another holiday season.

A/N: For those who aren’t from there, the “T” is a nickname for the subway in Boston. This fic is also part of @foreverindreamlandd‘s Winter Wonderland Sleepover. As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

Slush sloshed around Peter’s boots as he trudged through the streets of Boston. He’d spent most of his day holed up in the library studying for his engineering class. His watch read 6:00, which meant that he only had an hour to get home, change into his work uniform, and head to the restaurant for his shift. If he was lucky, the T wouldn’t be as packed as it was the night before and he’d actually get there on time tonight.

Somewhere up ahead, carolers sang in four-part harmony, something about snowflakes or candles in windows. Their voices clashed with the bellringer at the corner in the opposite direction, worsening the headache that had been creeping up on Peter since hour three at the library.

Peter kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he walked to the station. All around him, the crowds surged, buzzing with excitement, but he just couldn’t feel it, not this year. The holidays had always been something he’d looked forward to. He’d spend weeks making plans for winter break with MJ, Ned, and May until every moment was crafted to be as enjoyable as possible. The plans usually went out the window once break actually arrived, but thinking back, it was the time he’d spent with his family and friends that he’d really enjoyed, not the plan itself. Years ago, Mr. Stark had taken him out for dinner. No one had been able to know about it, of course, but it had been one of the highlights of that Christmas. It had gotten him into the holiday spirit more than anything else.

He had no reason to travel home for his Christmas break this year, even though most of his classmates were. He didn’t have the option, really, because his boss had scheduled him to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas. Even if he was able, however, Peter wouldn’t have gone back to Queens. There was nothing there for him now except the memories he’d made and a lot of pain. Three years had passed and grief still ripped through him with every thought of his life in New York, both good and bad. Lately, he’d had to bury himself in working and studying to keep from getting caught up in the memories of Christmas past. They were an ever-present knot in his stomach, like the Christmas lights he and May would have to untangle every year.

A wave of heat hit the center of his chest and Peter stepped back, forced into the person behind him by a body against his front. The woman grabbed onto his shoulders, shouting a much-too-loud apology into his ear as she tried to regain her footing on the slippery sidewalk. Instinctively, Peter’s hands went to her waist, holding onto her through her wool coat even as her cup of hot cocoa seeped into the fabric of his favorite sweatshirt.

“I am so sorry,” she apologized again, this time clutching the lapels of his open jacket. After a second, she released him and stepped out of his grasp, taking in the damage she’d done. The woman winced, then met his gaze. “I’m sorry. I slipped. I can give you money for dry cleaning, that looks expensive…”

Peter shook his head and forced a small smile. “It’s not, and it’s fine, really.”

“I know, but I—” She groaned. She looked pained, like she was the one wearing the piping hot hot chocolate. “I just feel really bad. I’m trying to be a better person, you know, with the holidays and all that, and this kinda ruined my streak.”

Unable to help himself, Peter snorted. The woman frowned and froze, looking a little offended. He lifted his hands in an apology of his own.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but it ruined your streak?”

She crossed her arms. “Yeah, it ruined my streak. I’ve gone three whole days without knocking someone over.”

It was endearing how upset she was about the whole incident, but it was hard to have any kind of conversation in the middle of a city sidewalk. Peter didn’t want this to end, so he reached out for her elbow and gently guided her towards a storefront, away from the flow of traffic.

“Three days, huh? I must be bad luck,” he replied, sticking his hands back into his pockets. His chest was warm from the hot chocolate, but his fingers were freezing. He needed to buy a new pair of gloves. The old ones had gotten frozen to a fire escape last night after he’d tried to stay warmer while stalking out a bodega. He’d spilled water onto them without realizing and the gloves were completely destroyed by the time he got himself free. Peter made a mental note to improve the fabric of the suit next time he remade it so he wouldn’t be as cold. Each winter he’d spent here seemed to be colder than the last.

The woman shrugged with a small, shy smile. The Christmas lights in the window beside her lit up her face and Peter could’ve sworn that he knew her from somewhere, but then she shifted and the shadows moved, and it was like she was a completely different person.

“You’re not so bad.” She paused, smiling at him for a moment longer before pulling her gloved hand from her pocket for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Peter,” he replied, shaking it. He stuck his hands back in his pockets right away. “I think I owe you a new hot chocolate.”

“You don’t owe me anything, but if you really want to give me something, you could give me your number.”

He blinked. She was still smiling and from the brief time since he’d met her, he hadn’t sensed anything dishonest about her, but it was weird having someone being so forward with him. The only people who had been upfront with him lately had been angry customers, and the only thing they wanted from him was his resignation, a refund, or new food. The knot in his stomach relaxed just a little.

“My number?” he repeated, unsure if he’d actually heard her correctly.

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, if you want. You just… seem nice. And you’re cute.” She shrugged and glanced towards the people walking past. A little girl with her hair in two little buns was pulling her dad down the sidewalk and her smile brightened as she watched them pass by, then disappear down the street. Y/N looked back at him. “I’ve been trying to find someone to go with me to this Christmas thing for work, but all of my friends are busy. I thought about dating apps but… I don’t know. There’s something about you that I can’t place, but you seem like an honest guy.”

“Wait, so you’re just inviting me to this thing even though you don’t— Sorry.” Peter quickly stepped away from the door to another store, moving into Y/N’s space. She didn’t back away, she only smiled at him and nodded for him to continue. “Even though we just met?” he finished.

Y/N shrugged again. “I guess. It’s just ice skating and hot chocolate, it’s not anything fancy. There’ll be lots of other people there since it’s a public rink. The only reason I’m really going is because our boss is nicer to us if she sees us at company events once and a while. I’ve gotta hit my quota for the year.”

Again, Peter snorted. She had a thing for setting little goals for herself, it was cute.

“Are you laughing at me, Peter?”

He froze, his smile instantly wiped off his face. The small smile she tried to hide, however, was enough to tell him that she’d only been teasing. His heart cracked a little as a memory of MJ and May’s teasing slipped past his usually ever-present defenses, but he managed to keep up appearances long enough to dig out his phone and hand it over. She traded with him and he quickly typed himself to her contact with red, frozen thumbs.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” she asked, and he nodded. “Bye, Peter!”

Y/N disappeared into the masses, leaving him standing alone in front of the Polish deli. Inside, the lights shone warmly down onto the customers and employees alike, and the evergreen garland bordering the window screamed that it was almost Christmas. The weight of it all didn’t feel so heavy now, however, and he found himself smiling a little when laughter from the two men behind the counter echoed even out onto the street. String lights blinking beside him in the window reminded him once again of his recent lack of cheer, but the knot in his stomach didn’t feel as tight anymore. He had room for a little celebration now. Ice skating and hot chocolate sounded like the best way to do that.

His watch beeped and Peter groaned. He didn’t need to look to know that he was going to be late for his shift. His pay would be docked again. It wasn’t the first time, and he’d get by without the money, but he needed his boss to like him. He didn’t want to work at the restaurant forever, which meant he needed a good recommendation. Every stepping stone was important, even if he didn’t like it. All he needed to do was stay on this one until one of his internship applications was accepted.

A week later, Peter waited on the edges of the crowd at the outdoor ice rink. The speakers blared Christmas pop music overhead, but he’d tuned it out as he people-watched. He’d gotten to the ticket booth earlier than he’d expected. Thankfully, there was an open spot on a wall nearby that he could lean against until he was supposed to meet Y/N.

“Peter! Hey! Sorry, am I late?”

At the sound of her voice, he straightened and turned, searching for her. When he finally saw her pushing her way through the people loitering outside the entrance, he shook his head.

“I was really early,” he reassured her.

She finally popped out of the crowd and into the empty space beside him, smiling. “Okay, good. How long have you been standing here? It’s freezing out!”

Y/N was decked out in the same winter jacket as the first time they’d met. She’d added a beanie, scarf, and a different pair of gloves now that Boston’s winter weather had really bared its claws. Peter shuffled a little, tucking his hands back into his pockets. The cold bothered him less than some, but tonight it bit at him like it had teeth. Even so, her presence was like a warm beam of light, and just joining her made him feel a little more optimistic about the days ahead. He wasn’t sure how she made him feel better without even doing anything, but he didn’t care.

“Not too long,” he replied, though it had been almost an hour since he’d arrived. He hadn’t wanted to be late, and he knew that if he’d gone home after his shift he’d fall asleep. His boss had been ruthless since he was late again last week.

Appeased, Y/N nodded and looped her arm with his, pulling him towards the entrance to the rink. “I have to admit,” she said, glancing at him as they joined the end of the line, “I’m not actually good at this.”

“At what?”

“Ice skating. I haven’t been in years, not since I moved here from New York.”

Peter paused, pulling his gaze away from the skaters he’d been watching to focus back on her. “You used to live in New York?”

Y/N nodded, smiling a little as she hummed in confirmation. “Yeah, I grew up there. I moved here for college, but I ended up withdrawing last year. MIT just wasn’t for me.”

He smiled back. It was the first real smile he’d had all day, and it felt good. Life’s burdens suddenly felt a little bit lighter knowing that they have something in common. The knot unraveled even more.

“I grew up in Queens,” he told her. “You?”

Her smile grew wide as the line stopped, and she let go of his arm to face him fully. “No kidding! Me too! Where’d you go to school?”

“Mid—”

“Midtown Tech?” she finished, grabbing his arm again with both hands. “Me too! Wait, when did you graduate?”

The lump in his throat returned and Peter swallowed thickly. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he felt his jaw clench against the tears that welled up in his eyes despite his best efforts. He looked away from her then, staring back at the rink bordered by string lights and families crowding around the benches.

“Um, I ended up just getting my GED. There was a lot going on my senior year and I just…” He trailed off as the lump choked him, and Y/N’s grip on his arm turned gentle.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

He nodded, grateful for her empathy, but a little embarrassed nonetheless.

“I graduated three years ago,” she chimed in. “You know, that year with all the Spider-Man and Mysterio stuff? I remember that everyone’s projects that year were about that. Someone even started a club to try and figure out his identity. It was crazy. It did get old after a while, though.”

So that was how he recognized her. She’d been in his chemistry class. Y/N had been the girl who always sat by the window, first by choice and then by instruction. They’d never talked, though he’d always admired the projects that she did.

Scoffing lightly, Peter forced a small smile. “That sounds crazy. That’s the year I dropped out. That must’ve all happened after I left.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N’s voice was soft and she didn’t say anything more as the line moved up again. They were next, and when they reached the booth, Peter reached for his wallet. Money was tight, but he knew that May would be chewing him out if he didn’t at least offer to pay.

Y/N shook her head at him and turned to the teen behind the counter. She handed him cash and he passed them their skates without another word. It was odd that they had to pay for a work party, Peter thought, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe she had to pay to bring him as her plus one, and he didn’t want to make her think he was ungrateful that she’d paid. He wanted this to go well.

Once on the rink, Peter realized that Y/N truly hadn’t been lying about her skills. While he hadn’t been skating since he was a kid, it felt a lot like swinging from one of his webs, and he picked it up after only a few minutes. Y/N, on the other hand, wobbled and tripped her way around each lap. She didn’t improve even after several trips around the edge of the rink.

“I’m really sorry,” she laughed as he carefully guided her with both hands.

Peter skated backwards, his senses on high alert as he helped maneuver her around the other couples and the kids skating at full-speed. “It’s okay,” he answered. She almost fell again, but he helped steady her, crouching down with her as she regained her center of balance. “It’s not your fault they chose ice skating. Have you seen your boss yet?”

“Who?” She glanced up from watching her feet, met his eyes, then looked back down again as one of her feet started to turn out a little too far. “Oh, right. Um, no, I haven’t seen her.”

“We could take a break. Maybe she’s by the hot chocolate stand.”

Her expression was nothing but relief and he laughed as she let go of his hand to hang onto the thick wooden wall. “You’re an angel, Peter, truly. An angel sent down from heaven.”

He laughed and after a moment, he switched to skate beside her and continued leading her around the ice until they reached the exit closest to the small snack bar. After taking off their skates, they made their way over and joined the line. Peter stayed quiet so she could focus on looking for her boss, but Y/N simply checked the time on her phone, pulled out her wallet, and looked ahead at the menu.

“Any luck finding her?” he finally asked.

Y/N ducked her head down, suddenly interested in aligning the ends of her scarf, and Peter felt suspicion tighten in his chest. “Huh? Oh. Um…”

“Y/N?” he prompted, and she sighed.

“I lied,” she replied, lifting her head. She winced and clutched her phone and wallet against her coat, drawing in and away from him. “I’m really sorry. I don’t actually have a work party here tonight.”

All of Peter’s senses dialed up to high alert and he frowned, glancing around. “Then why ask me to come with you to one? Why invite a complete stranger to a fake party? Is this just for fun, so you can tell all your friends and laugh about me later?”

“No! No, I would never laugh about you, Peter! You’re great, I just–” She let out a frustrated growl and stepped forward as the line moved, then quickly shook her head and stepped out of the queue. Peter followed her as she pushed her way through the crowds toward the edge of the cordoned-off area. Y/N stopped near the barrier of evergreen trees that separated the temporary ice skating rink from the rest of the city.

She turned to face him, sighing heavily and dropping her hands to her sides. “You were cute, okay? And I really wanted to ask you out on a date but I had just spilled hot chocolate all over you and I panicked. I made up a story in the hopes that it would make you feel bad and come out with me instead of saying no.”

Peter stared at her for a moment, his hands shoved in his pockets, then looked around. This area of the rink was less crowded. A trash can near the corner of the makeshift cafe and an unoccupied picnic table dulled the Christmas cheer, making the world feel a little colder, a little grayer, and Peter suddenly felt a little less like being out and about. If he hadn’t been so excited for the date with Y/N, he would’ve gone home and studied some more to distract himself from the holidays. He had friends from class, sure, and people that he talked with at work, but his past and his present made it hard for him to celebrate like he used to, like he wanted to. The knot tightened again, slowly tangling around itself and making his stomach clench with grief as he tried to find the words to say.

“So you wanted a sympathy date?” he finally asked, his voice quiet.

Y/N fervently shook her head. “No. No! God, no.” She held her gloved hands up, her phone still held against her palm with one thumb. “No, I wanted a real date with you, Peter. I just don’t normally ask out strangers and my mind went blank. I didn’t even really process what I’d said and done until after we’d gone our separate ways. I am so, so sorry. If you want to go home, I totally understand. I’ll buy you a hot chocolate and whatever else you want and we can part ways and you’ll never have to see or hear from me again.”

Her embarrassment wasn’t subtle and, ironically, Peter felt his gut twist with sympathy of his own. He understood what it was like to not know what to say or do. He felt that way all the time—most of the time, actually. He stared down at his shoes for a minute. The slush created by the outdoor heaters has left a wet shine on his boots, and he’s thankful that May raised him to buy a good pair of shoes that would keep up with all his walking. His feet would be cold and sore by now if she hadn’t drilled that thought into his brain.

“I think I’ll take you up on that hot chocolate,” he said after a few moments, and Y/N nodded. Her eyes were glossy with tears and Peter could see the reflection of the string lights on the evergreens in them. His stomach dropped a little further. The knot rolled to the bottom, heavy and filled with too many twists and turns for him to unravel alone.

“We should get back in line then,” she murmured.

Peter nodded, following her. They joined the end of the line, keeping some distance between them, and both of them kept their hands in their pockets as they stood together in silence. All around them, the cheerful activities continued on, but the joy didn’t quite reach Peter’s heart.

Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he turned to look at her. “Do you want to go for a walk after this?”

Y/N lifted her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”

“Once we get our hot chocolate,” Peter nodded towards the cafe, which was now only a few feet away, “Do you want to go for a walk? One of my co-workers said that there’s supposed to be a bunch of cool lights nearby. It’s supposed to be one of the best light displays on the east coast. It won like four Guinness World Records.”

She blinked, frowned, and then shook her head. “Wait, you actually want to stay? You’re not just going to go home after all this?”

Peter shrugged. He didn’t know how to explain everything going through his head. It would take too long and reveal too much, and he’d never talked to anyone about what had happened at the Statue of Liberty all those years ago. So, he’d start with the small stuff: work, classes, Christmas. Hot cocoa. Christmas lights. Midtown Tech and New York City.

After a moment, Y/N nodded, her expression still slightly unsure. “Okay. I’d like that, Peter.”

“Me too,” he replied.

The knot loosened.

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little-diable · 1 year

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Last Christmas - Tom Holland

Happy 2nd of Advent! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is spending Christmas with her closest friends, meaning her ex-boyfriend will also be around. Tom, the reader's best friend, is right there to save the day, or is he?

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, fake dating, friends to lovers

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader (2.2k words)

Christmas Drabble Masterlist

header by @hidingsikki

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Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away

Snow kept falling from the sky, covering trees, nearby cars and the roof of nearby houses. She didn’t dare avert her gaze, not wanting to miss the powdery substance she has longed for in the past weeks. Silence engulfed her, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming days. By now she couldn’t help but curse herself for giving in, for saying yes to her friends' invite, very well knowing that he would be around.

The reminder of last Christmas kept her awake late at night, how she had watched her boyfriend kiss their mutual friend, trying to hide whatever was going on between them from the girl that had obliviously said “yes” to him only a day earlier. (Y/n)’s heart was bleeding at the mere thought of the pain he had pushed through her, how he had ruined that something special that had been in the process of evolving.

Now she could only hope that this Christmas would pass by in a blur, grateful that Tom was around, the only one she could rely on, or so it felt like. Tom and (y/n) had been friends ever since sharing a table in school, forced to work together by their teacher, and yet a friendship stronger than one could imagine had pushed them closer and closer together.

Tom had been right there to soothe her pain, allowing (y/n) to stay with him for a while, till she got back on her own two feet. Every step had been supported, every decision made with his help, the one she could blindly trust.

“Tea?” Tom’s voice echoed through their friend’s living room, eyes drawn from the big windows to find his frame. He was wearing a knitted sweater, made by his mother, a similar one like she was wearing. A soft smile found its way to (y/n)’s lips, guided by the wave of comfort his voice managed to push through her.

Soft words were shared as Tom plopped down next to her, instinctively opening his arms to draw her in further. Both fell into a comfortable silence, relishing in one another’s closeness, watching the snow fall as their hearts kept beating on. And once again (y/n) found herself wondering how life would be like with Tom as her partner.

A thought she has been haunted by for the past months.

There had always been something about Tom that drew her in, something which was anything but friendly. She was too scared to address it, not wanting to ruin what kept their friendship alive, but nevertheless, (y/n) couldn’t stop her thoughts from coming up with daydreams about Tom. Innocent moments she longed for.

“Do you think there’s still enough time for us to leave? Why don’t we spend Christmas together, just the two of us?” Before (y/n) could reply to Tom’s teasing words, the voice of her ex-boyfriend was ringing in her ears, eyes snapping towards the door. She hadn’t seen him since January, keeping her distance as he moved in with his now fiancée, building a life (y/n) and he could have shared.

Tom tightened his grip on her, keeping (y/n) close as their friends greeted the couple. She didn’t dare move, unsure how to make it through the moment she had feared for the past weeks.

“Tom and (y/n) are already around, why don’t you join them in the living room?” Kate’s voice filled the house, overpowering the soft huff of air that left (y/n). No longer did she have the time to overthink the words she should speak, no longer did she have the time to prepare herself for whatever was about to roll upon her like an avalanche set on burying her.

“Look at you! You’ve changed so much, (y/n).” The words left her heart aching, torn to shreds as she forced a tight smile onto her lips. She briefly hugged the couple, trying to keep her distance, searching for Tom's comforting warmth. “It’s good to see you two, I didn’t know you would come together.”

Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

While (y/n) found herself confused by her ex-boyfriends words – Tom had always been around, keeping close – Tom cleared his throat, reaching for (y/n)’s middle before she moved away, “Well, you know, we’ve been dating for a while now. But it’s our first Christmas as a couple.”

And for a moment nobody dared to speak up, faces full of confusion. But while Tom’s eyes found (y/n)’s wide ones, Kate reappeared from the kitchen, staring at the two with the same surprised expression as (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend and his now fiancée, “Since when are you guys dating?”

“Surprise, I guess,” (y/n) forced the words from her pressed together lips, followed by a chuckle as she felt Tom slightly relax behind her. “We wanted to wait till Christmas to tell you guys.”

Tom pulled her closer to press a kiss against her temple, adding more weight to the lie. Both didn’t miss the sour expression tugging on her ex-boyfriend’s features, murmuring a small “Congratulations” as the two women drew them in for an excited hug. Though the second the attention was drawn from them, focusing on the evening ahead, (y/n) reached for Tom’s hand, pulling him into the kitchen.

“What was that?” She spat her words, hoping to keep her voice quiet, not wanting the others to notice that something was clearly wrong.

“I panicked, okay? I know how uncomfortable you feel around him and it somehow just bubbled out of me.” Tom whispered his words, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, seemingly embarrassed about the stunt he had just pulled. For a second all (y/n) could do was stare at her best friend, eyes wandering over his rosy cheek, down to the lower lip he forced his teeth into.

“It’s alright, thank you for wanting to support me. I guess all we can do is try to pull this off till Sunday.” They’d have to make it through the upcoming two days, putting on an act that could fool their closest friends. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as hard, perhaps they could play into the emotions buried deep within them, like flowers blooming after the cold passes by.

“I didn’t know you guys were dating.” Her ex-boyfriend’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, eyes drawn from her book. She stared at the man for a moment or two before she let her eyes flicker back down. Perhaps she could simply ignore him, perhaps she could try and focus on something to let her attention slip. “There’s no need for you to be rude.”

“Excuse me?” A humourless chuckle rumbled through her, forced to close her book as he came to a halt in front of the sofa she was sitting on. “I think I have every right to be angry, furious even.”

“Oh come on, it’s been a year, grow up, (y/n).” He scoffed, staring down at her with a smirk tugging on his lips, clearly enjoying that he was getting under her skin. She rose from her seat, trying to press herself past him. Her eyes met Tom’s, who was just about to enter the room, wanting to save her before the situation could escalate.

I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice, my God, I thought you were someone to rely on

“Everything alright in here?” Tom’s voice was sharp, speaking a clear warning (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend seemingly didn’t pick up on. He reached for her wrist, forcing (y/n) to a halt before she could find safety in Tom’s arms.

“We aren’t done here, (y/n).” She ripped herself free, spitting an emotionless “Fuck You” before she reached for Tom’s hand. No words were shared as she pulled him upstairs to their shared room, glad that they were now engulfed by nothing but silence. Tom didn’t speak up, at least for the next few moments, allowing her to press herself against his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck.

“What can I do, love?” It was just above a whisper, and yet it seemed to be enough to let (y/n) raise her head from his shoulder. Their eyes met like moths drawn to a source of light, clearly projecting the emotions thumping through their veins. The heat inside her system guided her, needing to feel something to release her pent up frustration.

“Distract me, please.” Tom raised his eyebrows, not knowing what she was asking of him. And yet before he could ask another question, (y/n) had pressed her lips against his, finally kissing the man she had been crushing on for the past years. It took him a few seconds to react to the unfamiliar touch, trying not to overthink the situation.

“I,” Tom chuckled, trying to express whatever was rushing through his brain like bolts of lightning dancing across the sky, but his rambling was cut short before he could even speak the first vowel. (Y/n) pressed her lips against his once again, not able to speak, still full of anger, hate and confusion.

He guided her back to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress without breaking the kiss once. Only as he allowed his lips to wander, kissing their way down her throat, did Tom part from her, smirking in victory as he found her spot. She was moaning for him, eyes squeezed shut in hopes of drowning out every thought wanting to distract her, needing to focus on the moment and Tom’s touch.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do, sweetheart?” Tom’s voice grew raspy, lower than she had ever heard him speak, sending another wave of heat through her body.

“Need you, Tom, please. Need you to fuck me.” Her words were met with a chuckle clawing through Tom. He helped her out of her sweater, eyes focused on her now exposed skin. Cold hands cupped her breasts, exploring every inch of the body Tom had dreamt of for years on end. Moans echoed through the room, sound followed by the rustling of fabric, helping one another out of the confines of their clothes.

“Don’t waste any time, please,” she begged Tom, needing to feel him close. Their lips met again before he reached for his wallet, before he ripped the condom open and rolled it down his cock. Their kiss drowned out the moan clawing through (y/n) as he pushed into her, engulfed by her tightness.

The moment had something so ethereal to it, something neither Tom nor (y/n) could put into words. And for the first time since they’ve arrived at this house, she could silence her thoughts, fully focused on the feeling of her body meeting Tom’s over and over again. He didn’t give her much time to adjust, fucked her ferociously as if they were working on a time limit.

Even though the moment was somewhat rushed, needing to fuck their emotions out of their systems, it had something so raw to it. Their hearts were racing, communicating without needing any words to do so, clinging to one another like lost wanderers putting their trust into one another.

“You feel so good, fuck, we should have done this much sooner.” Tom pressed his words past his lips, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck to silence his sounds. Her moans urged him on, begging Tom to push her to her limits, falling off the cliff with him soon following. His hand found her core, circling her bundle of nerves to add more pressure, hoping to hear her moan for him again.

Her fingernails left marks on his back, reminders for days on end he’d carry with pride, hoping to get lost in the memories of this very moment. He felt her squeeze his cock, clearly close to her breaking point, ready to let go with his name burning on the tip of her tongue. Tom rose his head, wanting to watch her come undone with a proud smile tugging on his lips.

She moaned his name as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing (y/n) to close her eyes, relishing in the intense feeling. Tom gave it a few more thrusts before he gave in, collapsing next to her on the mattress.

No words were spoken as his now warm hand found hers, not yet ready to let go of her. “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to lie to them.” Tom murmured his words, eyes finding (y/n)’s twinkling ones. And with a chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled him in for another kiss.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

#Tom Holland smut #little-diable Christmas #Tom Holland imagine

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could you do a blurb with tom and you two are just all cuddly and cute in bed and yeah lol you can choose the dialogue but something like that

Joy for the holidays

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - You and Tom have matching pjs and cuddle in bed.

Warnings - None just Fluffy love

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Since it is now the Christmas season, thought to create it a little festival.

Snow covers the roof tops of most houses, kids playing outside with their family in the snow, Cars driving by to look at the pretty lights through the night.

“I bought you Christmas pjs,” You grin at Tom, “We are matching,” you twirl around in yours, giving him his.

“Thanks, Darling,” Tom takes the pjs from you, packing the rest of the shopping away, “I’ll change in a min, then we can cuddle,”

You run up stairs, hiding under the covers as you hear foot steps. Tom lifts up the covers to find you, “Who do we have here?” He grins, taking his hands towards you to tickle.

“Oh no not the tickle monster!” You gasp.

“Stop,” You laugh, Tom eventually gets into bed with you with his pjs on.

“Would you date me if I was a Christmas tree, snow elf?” You giggle into Tom’s toned chest as you hide your face at the nonsense question.

“A Christmas tree.. snow, elf?” Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow, “I did hear that correctly? Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” You squeal, none stop giggling at his reaction.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Tom teases you, looking at your face dropping instantly to pouting, “Oh no, I’m only joking darling,” he hugs you tight.

“Of course I would,” Tom kisses your forehead to make you feel better.

“You said you wouldn’t,” Pretending to be upset, you try to turn away playfully.

“You know.. I would, baby,” Tom reassured you, “Cuddle meeee,” he squishes you with his strong, toned arms keeping you in place.

“Tommy,” You whine, “Are you sure? Before I cuddle you,”

“Omg,” Tom breathes out laughing, “Yes,”

“Mm ok good!” You smile once again snuggled up to tom under the warm covers while having matching pjs on.

Tom caresses your jaw line, pulling you in for a passionate kiss full of meaning and love. He pulls you closer to him as he slips his warm tongue into your mouth. Snogging the face off of you.

“Your warm,” You sigh on repeat, “You are too love,” Tom strokes your locks as he relaxes further into the bed.

“You do smell nice,” Tom smells your hair, “Do I?” You chuckle, “You do too,”

“Mm, yep.. my fave fragrance,”

“My Beautiful Angel,” Tom peppers kisses around your face as you giggle.

“Says yourself,” You grin, taking Tom in for another kiss.

“What can I say?” Tom winks, joking.

You playfully push him, him only bringing you back deeper into his chest.

“You can’t escape,” Tom teases, “The cuddle monster has you got you now!”

“Oh, that’s ok!” You smile, looking up to his beautiful, honey warm eyes as he looks dumbfounded.

“What?” You giggle, “I love your cuddles.. don’t be surprised,”

“Nothing, I’m just dreaming into your eyes,” Tom breathes out, catching his breath as he flickers his eyes between yours and your lips.

Tom leans into capture your lips into a soft tender kiss full of bliss, raw passion. You close your eyes, filling the taste of each other.

You both pull apart, yet going back to connect again.

“How was Christmas shopping with your brothers go?” You beamed, finally back to talking to each other.

“It was good, got lots of presents for people.. including you,” Tom smirked, teasing you.

“That’s great, I did shopping with your mum don’t forget,” You tease back, “Might of gotten you some bits and bobs too..”

“Well, can’t wait,”

You run your hands through his hair as you both relax and close your eyes, “We should build a snowman tomorrow,” Tom mumbles.

“Mm, Yh we should,”

You sigh turning over on your stomach, feeling Tom’s warm hands go under your shirt to rub your back.

“Mm, that feels nice!” You hummed, smiling.

“Does it Darling?” Tom kisses your temple, “Yh, your hands are so large and smooth,” You sink into his chest more as him relaxing you takes over you.

“Are you tired?” Tom strokes holl your hair, admiring the way you sleepily look at his face, “Go to sleep, my Christmas tree, snow elf,” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“You need your beauty sleep to build the snowman,”

“Mm,” You purred, smiling, “Night,”

“Goodnight, Love you so much Darling,” Tom gives you a goodnight kiss.

“Love you so much too, Tommy,” You pout your lips against his as you kiss, falling back into his warm, toned chest. You close your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #lovers #christmas fic

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