tom holland oneshots

thanksgiving in london

warnings: none :)

summary: reader can't make it home for thanksgiving so they prepare for tom's family

word count: 700

"Okay, no yeah, I completely understand," you spoke into the phone. "Okay thank you, bye."

When you hung up, Tom walked into the room from his spot in the doorway. You had left during a movie night with the boys, standing in the kitchen alone, and he came in to check on you. 

"Everything alright, love?"

You nodded, turning around to look at him. "I don't have enough vacation time to fly home this year," you told him, and he immediately went to hug you. 

"Sorry, love."

You laughed, trying not to make it a big deal by crying. "It's alright," you told him off. "No biggey."

"No," his hands moved to your waist to look at you. "and I know I'm not American, but you can always cook for me," he offered with a smile. 

You smiled at him, grateful for his effort in cheering you up. 

At the time, you didn't think much of his offer, until now. You had been prepping to spend an entire day in the kitchen, and now that you weren't going home to your family's, you didn't want all that time and effort to go to waste, so you called Tom's mother and got her to arrange a small dinner party. 

Now, you were in the kitchen praying that none of the boys would walk in and interrupt you. You had just gone grocery shopping, the fridge and pantry stocked with every ingredient you would need. 

You were roasting the turkey first, knowing it would take about six hours. It was eleven A.M, which gave you just under eight hours to complete everything. After marinating the turkey last night, you gave it a couple more seasonings before putting it in the oven, allowing it to cook thoroughly. It had only been twenty minutes and one of the boys was already walking in. 

"What smells so good?" Sam asked, coming in with a smile, nose high in the air. 

"Dinner."

"At eleven in the morning?" he laughed. 

"It's for tonight," you replied, whisking something in a bowl. "Your mom told you, right?"

"Oh," Sam nodded, eating some peanuts. "Yeah, the dinner party, right?"

You hummed a confirmation, and he left you to it, sending you off with a "good luck!" 

An hour later and you were deciding which plates and silverware to use. You had three options, and wanted everything to end up perfectly as planned, so you went with the biggest set --which was also the most expensive-- and you hoped you wouldn't ruin anything. 

Three hours later and you were checking on the turkey, changing the position of the tray in the oven before getting started on apple pie, peeling the shavings into the bowl. 

"Hey love, have you seen my-" but Tom cut himself off, slowing his stroll as he took in his surroundings. "You're making dinner... for tonight?"

"You told me to bake you a Thanksgiving dinner, and I intend to do that," you concluded, sending him a smile. He chuckled at you, moving to your side and reaching into the bowl to eat the apple peels. 

"I look forward to your American-styled dinner," he kissed your cheek, taking one last glance around the room and heading upstairs. 

**

By the time it was six o'clock, you had finished around eight things, included in which were the Turkey, stuffing, biscuits, pie, brownies, gravy, cranberry sauce, and a casserole, as well as a vegetable combination with green beans, broccoli, and brussel sprouts. 

You had left the kitchen now, going upstairs to shower and get changed. You'd bought a new dress, skin tight to show of your curves. You did your makeup and your hair, slipping on some small heels and making your way back into the kitchen. You asked Sam to set the table, which he did without issues, and you started bringing out dishes just as Paddy and his parents had arrived.

After fifteen minutes of catching up, you'd called everyone in just as you were bringing in the last dishes. Tom's mouth was agape at all the food you'd prepared, looking to you and getting even more impressed with your beauty, growing flustered as he went to get your chair for you. 

Thanking him, you sat down, timidly smiling to everyone who'd shown up: each of Tom's brothers, his parents, Sam's girlfriend, and Harrison. 

"Everything smells.." Nikki took another whiff of the air. "delicious."

"Really," Tom said sincerely, placing a hand over yours. "This is incredible, love. Thank you."

You blushed, "Of course." Taking one final glance to everyone, you picked up your napkin. "Let's dine!"