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could you make a tom holland one where Tom has to go away for a long time due to filming but the reader is pregnant and has to tell Tom bc she feels like he won’t be there and she doesn’t wanna be alone. Maybe they argue at the start like angst and then she blurts out why she’s making a big deal of him leaving.

My Forever

Pairing - Tom Holland x Pregnant Reader

Summary - Tom has to leave for Filming but you have to tell him something, really important and it worries you.

Warnings - Angst, sadness, as usual fluffy ending because who cant? Resist sweet Tom!!

A/N - Thank you so much, for requesting, hope you enjoy! Much appreciation to the love and support to all of my content on my blog 🥰

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“Love, that doesn’t make any sense..” Tom rolls his eyes at you, “I’ve been away before and you were perfectly fine!”

You and Tom stand in the middle of your kitchen arguing about him going away for a while, due to filming.

“You don’t understand, I know that you need to go and film but why such a long time?” you asked, huffing folding your arms over.

“Because baby, it’s takes a long time to film a series!” Tom frowns, looking away from you.

“I just don’t want you to go,” You shake your head.

“I know but why?” Tom asked, “I’ll still be able to come back, still text and call you and you can visit,” he leaned his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Tommy its not about that,” You whisper, nervously. You look down at your stomach, deciding that he really needs to know, it’s now or never!

“What is it then?” Tom narrows his eyes, tapping his foot against the marble floor as he gets impatient.

“I, I don’t know,” You hold back your tongue, deciding just to tell him when he is away.

“What do you mean, you don’t know? You must know! Like your complaining about me leaving,” Tom feeling fed up with the situation, going to walk out on you to take a breather.

Instead, you speak again..

“I’m not complaining, I’m being honest!” You said, shaking your head completely disagreeing with his words. It seems tense, to just blurt the words you need to say but you need to right?

“Honest, my ass!” Tom scoffed, he really needs to get out the house. The air is catching in his throat as the atmosphere try’s to swallow him whole.

“Your being really, unreasonable love! Please give me a valid reason why you don’t want me to go,” Tom try’s to calm down one last time, for your sake as well as his own. He don’t want to be mad and fight or even walk out but it’s really difficult.

You take a deep breath, ignoring his comment as you hold your hand out to place it on Tom’s cheek. “I just found out that, I’m 3 Weeks Pregnant,” you whisper, him barely hearing you.

You feel like your drowning under water as you said the thing, you needed to say.

You don’t say anything after, scared about what is there to come. What will he think?

Everything stops in silence as the words hits Toms ears, “what did you say? Love,” he held your hand tight, like as if you will float away from him.

“Um, nothing.. I didn’t say anything,” You looked away lairing, you feel embarrassed and shocked you actually blurted it out.

“No, no baby,” Tom breathes out, cupping your jaw into his warm, hands, “You said you are pregnant, is that true?”

“Yes,” You take a shaky breath, “I didn’t want you to go because I didn’t want to feel alone, for you not to be there for me or the baby,”

Tom calms down, forgetting about all the other things that got him riled up. He focused on your words, on you, only you!

“I’m so sorry, love,” Tom kisses your forehead to comfort you, “We are going to get through this together, Darling! Im going to love and support you, no matter what,” he smiles.

You stand there, in between his arms and body, you let tear drops fall on your cheeks.

“Blossom, don’t cry,” Tom wipes your tears from under your eyes and cheeks, “Your ok, we are ok! I love you so much, my love! You are so strong and brave.. should of told me sooner,”

“I was going to, but,” You took a deep breathe listening to Tom’s heart beat, he calms you like flying with pixie dust but much better, “I was scared to see your reaction,”

“Understandable, sweetheart. It must be scary in this situation but now you know that I’m all in, I’m going to love, care, support and protect you, Darling,” Tom kisses your lips passionately, you smile into the kiss.. slipping your tongue between his teeth as you sink more into his chest.

“You are one of a kind, Tom,” you wink.

“Says Yourself, Princess,” Tom teases back.

“I’m always going to be here for you, your not alone, Y/N neither is our baby!”

“I love you so much too, Tommy,” You pull him in a kiss again, fully knowing that he is doing the right thing.

Taking on a responsibility that he might not be ready for but he loves you and he loves your and his baby now!

“What about your filming?” You cry more, don’t even know where the tears or sadness came from because the hardest part is gone now.

“Fuck the filming,” Tom mumbles, “I’ll bring you with me, they can’t say shit!”

“They can wait, you and our baby are way more important, love,” He includes as you nod, smiling at his sweet yet funny words.

“Now, let’s go upstairs and I’ll run you a nice hot bath,” Tom smiles, taking your hand, “How does that sound, Darling?”

“Sounds perfect,” You giggle, loving this new protective side of Tom.

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You and Tom lay in the bath with lots of bubbles and very hot water.

Your lay against Tom’s chest, as he presses sweet kisses to your shoulders and neck.

“Mm, so fucking gorgeous,” Tom whispers, caressing all of your body, “Can’t believe, we are going to be having a baby,” he grins ear to ear.

“I know, Handsome, me neither,” You giggle, holding his bicep kissing it, softly.

Tom strokes your head to relax you more into the hot water noticing that you are still a tad, but too tense for his liking.

He loves you being relaxed, calm and care free because that’s the best version of yourself!

“Your going to be a great, mummy, Beautiful,” Tom can’t resist saying, sending butterflies down to your stomach or how devoted he is to you and your baby.

“Well, Mr.Holland, your going to be a great daddy,” You winked kissing his cheek.

“Well, Mrs.Holland, again, your going to be an undeniably great mummy,” Tom winked, back.

“What?” You asked shocked, “I’m not your wife,”

“Soon to be, baby,” Tom whispers, smirking as he hints he going to propose very, very soon!

“Your not close enough, love,” He pulls you even closer to him, if that’s possible kissing your lips deeply, loving the way you taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Can’t wait, to be Mrs.Holland,” You giggle, in between kisses.

“I bet,” Tom couldn’t hide his smirk, so full of himself because he loves you, and is proud of it, calling you his forever.

“My forever,” Tom whispers, kissing you on surprise.. making bubbles fly around the bathroom as you both laugh.

“My forever too, Tommy,” You smile, closing your eyes as you embrace, this blessed moment between you two.

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Baby Blues

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warnings: angst, postpartum struggles, anxiety

Summary: You’re struggling to get back to normal after the birth of your son

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“Tom please,” you groaned in frustration, “Please just stay a little longer. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I shower.”

“Darling I can’t, I’ve got to get to this meeting,” he kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile, “I know you’re worried, but he’s sleeping. He won’t notice if you slip away for a moment and take a shower.”

“Tom he’s too young, I can’t leave him on his own yet.”

“I’m not saying leave him alone, just leave the bathroom door open so you can hear him if he starts crying,” he cupped your face, “I’ve really got to get going alright? I promise I won’t be long though. If you're really that worried just wait until I get back.”

“O-Okay,” you blushed, “Have a good meeting.”

“Thank you Peach,” he kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips, “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”

You sighed, watching as he disappeared out the door, leaving you alone with the baby once again. Luca was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone there, even if you were just a few feet away in the shower. You were too worried that he would roll onto his stomach or somehow hurt himself. So instead of showering you laid on the bed and watched him sleep in the bassinet. You held one of his hands while he slept, massaging the back of his soft hand with your thumb.

It was nice, relaxing even, but he didn’t stay asleep for long. Luckily he wasn’t in a fussy mood and after a quick diaper change he was happy to lay on the bed while you cooed at him. Relief flooded over you when Tom finally returned home, you couldn’t wait to shower and finally take a few minutes to yourself. Feeling good about yourself had been a struggle since giving birth, and not being able to spend much time on self care certainly didn’t help.

“Tom,” you smiled happily as he entered your bedroom, “I’m so glad you're home.”

“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”

“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”

“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”

You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.

Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”

You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”

He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”

“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”

“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”

“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”

“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”

“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”

“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”

“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”

“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”

“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”

“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”

“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”

You just pursed your lips and left the room.

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Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.

“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.

“Fine.”

“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”

“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.

“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”

You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”

“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”

“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.

He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.

“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.

“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”

Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.

“Dig in,” he smiled at you.

A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”

“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”

“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”

“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”

“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”

“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”

“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.

“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”

Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”

“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”

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Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.

Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.

“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”

“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”

“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”

“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”

You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.

“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.

You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.

“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”

You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach.

“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”

You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.

It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.

You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.

“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”

When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.

“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”

Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate.

“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”

You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

“Tom?” you sniffled.

He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”

You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.

Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.

While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.

“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed.

“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”

You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”

“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”

“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”

“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”

You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”

“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”

You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”

“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.

“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”

“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”

“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.

“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”

You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.

Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’

“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”

“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”

You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”

Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”

“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”

“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”

“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”

“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”

“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”

You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”

“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom.”

“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.

“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.

“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”

“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”

“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.

“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”

“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”

“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”

“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”

You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”

“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.

“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.

“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”

“You’re the best husband.”

“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”

“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”

You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”

You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”

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holyfruitsnax · 1 year

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Behind Bars pt.3: Prison Break

Summary: This is a Nate chapter, escaping prison and finding out for sure that he’s a dad! And sweet Sully moments <3

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Violence, nothing too graphic. Pregnancy, cursing, and of course never proof read babyyy

The clicking of Nate’s cell doors woke him up the next morning, that and a baton to the side. “M’up...I’m up!” He growled sitting up on his cot rubbing his face. The guard sat Nate’s food tray down with a drink “Yard time today for your block. Be out of here or we’ll come get you. Oh, and try not to piss anyone off this time? I’m tired of coming to save your ass.” The guard snickered. “Vince, you wouldn’t have to come save my ass if you’d just let me kick theirs!” Nate chuckled back at Vince, a guard he’d grown to be fond of, not because he liked cops, but because he’s gullible. “Yeah right Drake. Listen I’m serious.” He nodded watching Nate begin to scarf down his breakfast.

Vince had stepped away from Nate for a minute to talk to another guard, “Yeah I’ll head that way in a sec, Drake I’ll see you in a bit-” Vince’s eyes darted to the ground where he spotted a loose gum wrapper. Nate stopped chewing to match his “friends” gaze, oh shit he’s picking it up. Vince stiffened seeing looking over the small part of a drawing in his hand “Nathan...What?” He narrowed his eyes towards Nate. “If I told you something...Would you tell anyone? I’m not asking for your help I...entirely. Just some trust.” Nate looked between Vince and the gum wrapper. “Fine.” Vince handed over the wrapper which Nate promptly stuffed away with the rest. So, Nate kept his word and told Vince everything, puzzle pieces, escape routes, nothing left out.

“Now.” Nate sighed whipping out a shiv he’d made “Since you know, if you decide you won’t keep it to yourself, we’re both going down. If I get caught because of you.” He stepped close to the shaking guard nose to nose “I’ll kill you and spend the time in here I’ve got and more. Happily.” Nate’s words were sharp. Vince nodded frantically “O-Of course, just please don’t fucking kill me!” He yelped, only calming once Nate put his weapon away and eased his stance. “Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go to the yard.” He straitened Vince’s shirt with a smile before walking out. “This guy is nuts...” Vince mumbled, jogging out of Nate’s cell “Hey wait!” He called. Nate stopped to look over his shoulder cocking a brow. “I think I know a way I can help...” Vince whispered making Nate turn to him completely. “Sweet.” He grinned patting a hand on Vince’s shoulder as he led him out to the yard.

Nate spent some time in the prison yard watching fights break out, bets go down, and guards coming and going. He’d worked his mini map into his memory and Vince had requested to pull Nate from the yard early for a medical check. When the time came and Vince whistled for him, Nate let the guards cuff him so Vince could take him away. It’s happening, he’s actually leaving. Vince cleared his throat gesturing to the bathroom “There’s a duct above the sink.” He held out a screwdriver behind his back as a guard walked past. “Thanks.” Nate pushed the door open, going to close it when Vince’s foot blocked the corner “Are we cool?” He whispered, holding his fist through the gap. As much as Nate was using him right now, he wouldn’t leave the poor guy hanging. “Of course man, the coolest. Now get outta here before you get caught.” Nate sighed fist bumping Vince who then shut the door and left.

“Alright.” Nate locked the door and took in the small room “Just gotta climb up here.” He grunted pulling himself up onto the sink so he could unscrew the vent cover. Unfortunately, Nate found himself just a tad too short to just climb right in, he’d have to jump off the tiny ceramic sink. Great. Grabbing the edge of the vent opening Nate jumped and pulled himself up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-” He huffed watching the sink clang onto the ground and water erupt out of the pipe he’d broken. Banging began on the door soon after, but Nate didn’t stick around, he’d began crawling through the ducts coughing here and there from all the dust. He’d heard the guards bust down the door to the bathroom, and he’d heard them call for a search.

Sirens tore throughout the prison as inmates were brought back to their cells, whilst Nate made his way further to freedom...Or Falling through a vent. Close enough. “OHHH SHIT!” He shouted surprised by his sudden tumble, clambering up to his feet surrounded by a few guards. As soon as one lunged at Nate it was on, He’d thrown a solid right hook to the guards jaw knocking the man off his feet. Punch after punch was thrown, landing on a guard or Nate. Arms looped their way around Nate’s Neck holding him tight while Nate kicked any other guard who came near him. Struggling for air Nate glanced over at a window ‘Might be the only shot.’ he opened his mouth trying to gather air but found none. Here goes nothing.

“Agh!” Nate backed up causing the guard holding him to stumble towards the second story window, which Nate tossed them both out of. They both screamed before thudding against the dirt below, Nate’s lungs burning at the sudden breath of cold air they’d received. “Holy-” He patted himself over, now feeling blood dripping from his nose and brow, but he was alive...Couldn’t say the same for the guard he’d landed on. Nate wasted no time getting to his feet and taking off through the open field towards a tree line, shots being fired at him from the watch towers. Slinking away into the dark forest Nate had managed to make it, catching one shot to his side, nothing he couldn’t handle. Now, just to figure out how the hell to get home.

After some time Nate found a road, of course he’s still in a prison jumpsuit so he stayed low to think of a plan. “Really didn’t think I’d get this far...” He mumbled scanning the small houses across from him. A clothesline hung across, swaying a little in the wind caught Nate’s eye. “Bingo.” He winced hoisting himself out of the ditch. Did this make him a bad person, maybe? He’d just hope it wasn’t someone’s favorite shirt. Nate climbed the fence quietly, snatching a new outfit up for himself. “Could use this to patch myself up a little?” Nate hummed using his old shiv to start a tear on a long sleeve shirt. Once he got the sleeve off, a clinking noise followed by a low growl caused Nate to freeze. Turning towards the noise Nate was met by a- “That’s a big ass dog- AHh good boy!” He smiled backing away from the dog’s pearly whites. “That is a lovely smile you’ve got there! You know I really should be on my way!” He laughed nervously. Just as Nate thought maybe the dog wouldn’t give him away it took off after him barking loudly. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” He yelled jumping the fence worried the giant dog just might jump it too, but the last thing he saw was the lights cut on and Nate was out of there.

“Y/N! Can you answer the phone?” Sully called to you. “It’s your house! But sure?” You shouted back rolling your eyes whilst picking up Sully’s old ass landline. “Hello?....Oh my- How long has it been since you’ve- I see...No, no I haven’t. Yes of course! Please keep me up to date...yeah..uh huh...” Sully’s head perked up at the conversation, coming closer to you with raised brows. “Yes sir! Alright, buh bye.” You tried to hang up the phone as calmly as possible but Sully knew. “He’s out, isn’t he?” He grinned watching you nod excitedly. “Wait! What if he’s hurt?” You pouted going to pull on your shoes. “He probably is, but Nate’s tough and- Hey, woah, woah, woah slow your roll princess.” Sully snatched your shoes away. “Why? I’m going to look for him!” You frowned trying to get your shoes back. “No, you wanna know how to get him and the rest of us caught? To go fucking looking for him Y/N! Wait for him to call. He knows the landline number, he knows your number alright? He’ll get to a phone, then we go get him. No looking around all day attracting attention to ourselves...Sometimes I forget you’re new to this.” He laughed flipping one of your shoes in his hand.

“I know, I just hate the feeling that he’s out there, scared or hurt.” You sighed flopping back down onto the couch. “He’s fine, and if he’s not here soon then maybe we’ll go look. But only for a little bit! You know the rules-” “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught I got it.” You smiled watching Sully rub his hand across your now very obvious baby bump. “Thank you. I mean still fuck you, for getting Nate into this but...Thank you Victor.” You nudged Sully’s side causing him to smile back at you. “Wow, Government name...” He scoffed jokingly “You’re welcome, but also, thank you for not turning my ass in.” He leaned back with you still rubbing your belly. You’d really become sort of like a daughter to him over the past few months, Nate had already felt like family but this whole thing solidified it. “I love you kid, and you know, actual kid.” He pointed to your middle making you laugh. “We love you too Sully.”

Meanwhile Nate found himself eating a kind of gross gas station sandwich. “Thirteen eighty five.” The cashier sounded bored as Nate felt around his pockets. Shit, he hadn’t thought this far “Ahhh...Right....” He gulped making the cashier roll their eyes. “Honestly man I don’t get paid enough for it, just take it I don’t care.” They shrugged making Nate blink a few times while finishing his sandwich following it up with a small thank you. Ducking into the restroom with a little extra pep in his step Nate noticed a guy at the urinal who just stared at him as soon as he walked in. “Uh... hey?” He furrowed his brows opting for a urinal a little farther from him. Maybe he knew? “You look rough, but you don’t look rough here.” The guy, who was now obviously drunk smiled gesturing to his face. “Oh! No, I uh. hmm.” Nate found himself having the oddest conversation of his life. “I’m going to see my wife for the first time after- a work trip. I think I’m gonna be a dad.” Nate grinned and zipped up his pants before washing his hands. “Nice man! Hey by the way...” The guy called making Nate turn back to him confused “Nice dick, lucky lady” Fucking weirdo. Nate frowned and left the gas station chalking it up to a weird story he’d tell you and Sully when he got home.

“Home.” Nate smiled looking up at Sully’s apartment window. He made his way inside using the keys he’d stolen the day he met Sully. All the lights were off when he arrived “Y/N? Sully?” he yelled shuffling through the apartment. Maybe you were asleep? Nate wandered around the apartment opening a few doors, Sully’s room, then your room. Nate’s eyes widened at the little bedside bassinet stood to the side, he scooped up the framed ultrasound on your nightstand. He is a dad. Nate bolted to the room across from yours that he hadn’t checked yet, eyes tearing up at the sight of pale blue walls, a crib, little clothes folded into piles on the softest rug he’d ever felt.

The front door clicked open followed by laughter, your laughter. Nate practically launched himself into the living room, everyone silent and staring at each other. You almost dropped your cup of ice cream as Nate pulled you into a tight hug, the both of you fighting back tears. “Oh my gosh Nathan.” You smiled hugging him back letting Sully take your ice cream. Nate pulled back only to tug you in for a passionate kiss, trembling hands roaming across your bump. “Normally I’d be mad at the sucking face in the living room but this, it seems justified.” Sully chuckled hugging Nate when he popped up. “You- you’re!” Nate beamed kneeling down pressing his forehead against your belly with a wince from the bullet wound to his side. “I would’ve told you sooner but-” “I know, it’s okay” He hummed peppering kisses across your shirt. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but we can’t stay here...and Nate’s bleeding” Sully cleared his throat and rocked on his heels making you and Nate to look over at him. “I’m thinking Australia? And rubbing alcohol?” He smiled nervously. “What?!” You pulled away from Nate causing him to whimper, letting Sully help him up. You sat him down on a wooden chair and got to work. “Here we go again.” Sully shook his head looking for bags and boxes.

I know I’ve been gone for a bit, just got reallly stuck and busy. This blog really is just for fun but I’m glad so many people like it! Felt the urge to write again so I’ll probably write some more after this one! Everyone has been so, so wonderful <3 I think the next chapter of this will have a little hot and heavy patching up moment in the beginning and probably the baby later on! Sooooo yeah Love Snax - <3

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Tom Holland x Pregnant!Reader

You go on set with Tom, both of you thinking it’s harmless, but technically it’s not the safest place you could be while your 8 months pregnant

Warning⚠️: this not like regular ones reader doesn’t have the baby after getting hurt, Tom has a panic attack

»»——⍟——««A/n: wellll am I back? Idk tbh. I just felt like actually sitting down and writing something real not just the little bits lolol. Maybe I’m back maybe this was just a adrenaline rush but hey enjoy hehe

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It's perfect. That's the only way you could describe it. There's nothing better than this moment. If someone you're close to asked where your favorite place was, no hesitation, you'd say laying in Tom's arm. Call it corny, cringe, cliche, but it was true.

That fact only grows when you're pregnant. Now, you're pregnant with Tom's babies, twins, and that only makes you love being around him more. Some girls want their space when they're pregnant, but not you, not at all. You usually want to be around Tom as much as possible, and it only doubles when you're pregnant.

Tom knows. He's used to it by now. The first time you got pregnant, he noticed the way you were clingier. Not that he minded. He loved holding you and having his arms around you any time, so no big deal.

Now that you're pregnant again, he knows what to expect. He knows that as it goes on and you get more uncomfortable, he has to be around as much as possible, knowing he's the only thing that keeps you sane and happy while you're uncomfortable in your own skin.

Some days are better than others, but it's tricky, especially since Tom has to be on set. After you passed around five months, it got worse. He always tries to slip away when he can, leaving you things you need in the bedroom, wanting you to stay in bed as long as you can and not move around too much. Tom leaves you pillows and snacks, plus his hoodie so you can cuddle your big pillow and pretend he's there.

The one thing that was always extra ticky was sleep. No matter how much you'd lay on Tom's hoodie and cuddle with his pillow or how long you'd lay still in bed during the day, you can't sleep without him. During the earlier stages of your pregnancy, you'd trick yourself and act like he was there, napping during the day and being fine while he's gone, but that only lasts so long.

You're eight months pregnant now, and some days you almost can't bare him not being home. It made it that much worse that he had to leave early, and no matter how careful he was trying to remove himself from bed, you always woke up. You woke up, and you couldn't get back to sleep without him, leaving you in bed for the rest of the day, missing him.

Part of you did feel bad. Bad that you're so dependent on him, but the feeling always went away with how caring he'd be. Tom never complained, and he always found a way to help you however he could. Any time he did that, it'd make you so happy, and you wouldn't think about the slight guilt. He loved doing it anyway, so there was no reason to feel guilty.

Today is another regular day. Tom's alarm went off at 6 am, making him wake up and quickly turn it off, then look at you, who's curled up against him. He put his arm back where it was, laid across you, his hand on your swollen stomach, his thumb slowly rubbing circles, a small smile spreading across his lips.

He takes a few minutes, staying in that position and savoring the moment. Your back is against his chest, his other arm under your pillow, and your hands curled around his hand that peeks from under the pillow, both of you in a bubble of warmth and tranquility.

Then the moment he dreaded, after stretching the time as much as he could, Tom knew he had to get up. Slowly, he lifted the arm that laid on top of you, meanwhile trying to slide back and remove his body from yours.

To no use, tho, the very second his warmth left yours, you stirred awake, immediately knowing he was about to leave and not wanting it, turning around and trying to get him to stay.

"Tommy, no, no, stay! Please, stay," you whined. Your voice sounded broken and tired from sleep.

If you didn't sound so sad, Tom could've almost laughed at how you awkwardly tried to curl your body around his, trying to cling to him to make him stay. It is pretty impossible cause of your big stomach.

"M'sorry, Love. You know I have to go," he said, his voice also still thick with sleep. He brings his hand up and rubs your arm, looking into your pleading eyes.

"No, not today, just today, please. Don't want you to go," you pouted, still trying to lean into Tom, getting frustrated at how your stomach was preventing it.

Tom takes note, trying to think of a solution, not wanting you to be upset this early in the day. "Hold on, Love," he says. "Cmere." Tom turns you on your back, settling down on his side, curling his arms around you, pulling you sideways into his chest. "Better?" he asks, making you nod, tired pout still on your face. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best solution, only coming up with a single one that he wasn't super fond of, but it was the only thing his morning brain could come up with at the second.

"Alright, how about this; how about you come on set with me today?"

"Really?" your eyes light up at the thought.

"Yeah... I mean, as long as you promise to stay safe, I'm sure just one time won't be too bad," he smiles at you.

Tom, in general, is very protective, meaning he'd barely let you out of the house without him, not wanting something to happen to you or now your babies. In Tom's mind, there were plenty of things that could go wrong bringing you on set, but it's either that or leave you unhappy at home all day, and stress is bad for you right now plus, what's the odds something will happen anyway?

After you agreed, he called his manager, telling him he'll be a little late today, giving you time to take your time and get ready, plus time for you to wait for Tom's mom to come to pick up Mya, you and Tom's three-year-old, as she usually does every day to watch her while Tom is away.

Two hours later, you're on set.

"You sure about this, Love? I don't mind driving you back home if you like?" Tom says as you walk away from the car, starting to have his doubts.

"Yes, Tom," you smile. "You know I love watching you film anyways."

He can't help but smile, leaning to give you a kiss on your forehead as he slips his hand into yours and head closer.

You follow Tom as he gets ready in Hair & Makeup, then heads to his trailer to change. Pretty much everyone knew you, and you had fun seeing everyone again. Mostly, while Tom gets ready, you're sitting a few feet from him, out of the way, and just watching. Occasionally someone will say hi, but mostly everyone focused on other stuff.

Eventually, it's time to start filming. You and Tom walk to where he's supposed to be, him showing you and place you can sit and watch. It all goes smoothly. You smile as you watch Tom's scenes, even though you know little about what's going on, and you, every once in a while, will snack on the snacks you brought that are in your backpack.

At one point, they need to film scenes inside one of the set buildings. Everyone makes their way inside, Tom stopping to check on you for a few minutes before getting in his position.

The show Tom's filming is known for great CGI. Part of that reason is the custom big wing canon they use. When it's turned on, not only does it make it look like the wind hit Tom, but a lot of the time, it's powerful enough to make other things move, making it all look natural and less pressure on the CGI editing.

There's no way to know what it was about today. Everything was the same as any other day. The prop placement. The canon placement. There's no reason for any of it to change. Yet, that doesn't change the fact that when the wind canon gets turned on, and they started filming, all the wind and things moving, nobody could've predicted one of the prop rocks would go flying from its place.

Directly toward where you're sitting.

You didn't see it coming. You didn't have time to see it coming. Tom barely saw it coming, only noticed by the side of his eye how one object, compared to everything else, flew out into your general direction, making his heart immediately stop. His head snaps toward you, watching just in time as it hits you, sending you flying out of your chair and to the ground.

Most the things on set aren't real, the rocks and cars. Anything and everything around is for show, but it also needs to look like it's not fake. Soft, light prop rocks aren't going to pass.

It hit you right in the chest, and you were immediately unconscious. When Tom saw you not moving, he froze. Everything around him was too much. His lungs felt heavy, his throat felt dry, and he couldn't yell. Everything was within seconds, but he was the quickest to react, well, try to react. At first, he couldn't do anything, but a scream of your name eventually erupted from his throat.

For the scene he's doing, he was standing on a high-up ledge, also attached to a harness so he won't fall. Because of that, when he tries to jump and lung down to you, he can't. Instead, he's stuck dangling mid-air and strangling to get out of the harness, all while screaming your name.

Y/n!? Y/n! Are you ok? Y/n!"

"Tom. Tom! Calm down, stop moving so we can get you down!" Henry, the director, says. "Marcus, help Tom down, and Harmony call an ambulance for Mrs. Holland." Everyone scatters at the directions. Some go to kneel at your side, trying to be of any help.

Tom has to swallow his instincts and stay still so Marcus can control the harness strings and let him down. The second, Tom's feet are on (somewhat) stable ground, back where he started on the ledge he's pulling, tugging at the harness and throwing it away from him.

If this wasn't a terrible situation, and Tom focused on you, he would've stopped and been excited about the flip and sticking the landing off the 20-foot-high ledge he was standing on.

Once he's on the ground, he runs to you, trying not to trip over his feet, pushing the people around you out of the way, and gets by your side. His throat is dry again, mouth open, but nothing comes out. Tom's eyes wide, hands shaking as they ghost over your body. His gaze focuses on the small trail of blood going down your forehead. That's when his whole body starts shaking.

His vision goes blurry, and he doesn't know what to do. He starts hyperventilating. He feels like there's too much air in his lungs, but at the same time, he can't breathe. Everyone around you notices when he starts panicking, and they try to help, but it's too no use. He can't hear anyone or see their attempts. He only sees you.

In Tom's eyes, there's no telling how much time went by before he feels his body get pulled to the side and sees medics next to you. There are two more medics, one by him and one asking what happened. He still can't feel anything, numbness spreading around his whole body. He's unable to acknowledge the medic next to him, trying to ask if he's ok or needs assistance.

It doesn't take long for the medic to pick up on his incoherent state, his breathing uneven, and the crazed look on his face. The medic calls for an oxygen mask, quickly taking it and putting it over Tom's face.

It does help a little, making Tom come back to reality the slightest amount, enough for him to see the other medics get you on a gurney and wheel you toward the ambulance.

That makes Tom stand up, pulling the mask off his face and ignoring the calls from people around him, telling him to wait. He follows them, watching as they get inside the ambulance and close the door. And everything goes black.

Tom wakes up in a hospital bed. White walls and the sound of a beeping heart monitor. It takes him a second, but everything comes flooding back, and suddenly he's trying to get up, to get to you.

"Woah! Woah, Woah, mate! Settle down, settle down," Harry urges, getting up from his seat and standing next to Tom's bed.

'Y-Y/n- she- where-" Tom pants, unable to finish one sentence before starting another.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's ok, mate, she's fine."

Tom hears what he says, but something in him still can't fully comprehend it, and e continues to struggle and try to get up. "Tom, dude, stop, or they'll have to sedate you again," Harry chuckles, putting his hand on Tom's shoulder, wanting to keep him down.

"She's ok?" Tom asks, still now fully there.

"Yes. Y/n is ok, and the babies are ok.

"Wan' see her."

"Tom-"

"Please- mate, please," Tom whines, not caring how pathetic he sounds.

Harry sighs in defeat. Henry called Harry to meet Tom at the hospital to tell him what happened and when he arrived, the doctors said Tom had a panic attack, plus his oxygen levels went down. He'd be pretty out of it for a while.

Harry knew it probably wasn't the best idea to get Tom out of his bed, but he also knew Tom wouldn't stop until he saw you.

It takes a few minutes, but he finds a wheelchair and wheels Tom to your room. He wheels him next to you and leaves for you two to have time.

Seeing you brings him to reality just a little. You're still unconscious, and you have a heart monitor hooked up, but other than that, you look fine.

At that moment, exhaustion hits Tom like a truck. The full extent of the day's activities really come flooding in, and he's tired, incredibly tired. All he can do is smile, seeing with his own eyes that you're ok. He slides one hand and rests it on top of your stomach, sliding his other into your limp one, then just rests his head on the side of your bed, his eyes immediately shutting.

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luvsersi · 2 years

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Hi :) can I please request Dad Tom Holland x pregnant reader, where he takes care of the reader with a hot, relaxing bath for her. They are about 6 months along. They bath together, Tom having the reader against his chest. Smoothing them over with his sweet words. He has his arms wrapped around their waist. Just so much fluff, sweet pet names like darling and love, kisses and love yous. Just makes the reader so much better. Talks to the baby bump too. Saying how much he going to love his/their little baby. Thank you so much xx love your writing it’s so good. :)

Bubbles

Tom Holland x pregnant!reader

A/n: so glad you’re enjoying my stories! Made this a lil short (:

Warnings: none, just fluff (:

Word count: 580

“I’m home!” You yelled to Tom and shut the front door. “Don’t move! I’ll be there in a sec!” He yelled back at you. You could hear him running down the stairs as fast as he could.

Ever since you had gotten pregnant he had been constantly over protective and wanted to do everything for you.

“How was your day beautiful?” He asked as he kissed you on the cheek. He sat you down on a chair and took your heels of your feet. He silently said ‘hi’ to the baby in your stomach and gave it a kiss.

“Ugh the worst ever. My boss was up in my ass today.” You groaned and rubbed your belly.

“Well then I have the perfect thing for you!” He told you and took your hand to help you up. He stood behind you and covered your eyes with his hands.

“I am not in the mood for games Thomas.” You told him as he lead you through the house. You know your house but not well enough to recognize where you were going with closed eyes.

“Darling I promise you, you’re gonna like it.” He finally stopped walking and took his hands of your eyes. He had stopped in the hallway in front of the bathroom door. You looked confused at him.

“What are we doing here?”

“Just open the door please.”

You sighed but gave in. When you opened the door you saw that Tom had prepared a bath for both of you.

The bathtub was filled with bubbles and candles lighting up the room. He had put rose petals everywhere and different kinds of bath salts on the edge of the tub. You smiled widely and turned around to face Tom.

“Aww Tommy. This is beautiful.” You cupped his face and pecked his lips. He grinned a little.

“Come, I’m gonna help you get in.” He helped you get undressed and you carefully sat in one side of the tub.

“Get yourself comfortable, I’m gonna be right back!” He said and rushed out of the bathroom.

He came back with two wine glasses and a bottle of coke.

“Since you can’t drink wine while you’re pregnant I brought this.” He smiled and you laughed a little. He sat down in the other end of the bathtub so he was facing you.

“This is so nice darling. Thank you so much.” He smiled at you and handed you a glass filled with soda.

“The baby is kicking.” You laughed.

“Really? Let me feel!” He quickly put a hand on your belly and felt the little kicks from your baby. His heart swelled up knowing that in a couple of months the baby would come out of your stomach and he’d be able to hold his kid in his arms.

“You okay?” You giggled and looked at his red face. He had gotten all flustered over the fact that he was going to be a father.

“Oh. Yeah I’m just so- I’m just so excited for this. And nervous. I can’t believe this is happening.” He laughed scratched his neck.

You took your hands in his.

“Listen. You’re going to be the best father in the whole world. Look at how good you’ve been at taking care of me! You’re going to be amazing Thomas. I truly mean it”

He leaned in and kissed you.

“I love you so much.” You said and smiled into the kiss.

“I love you more darling.”

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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I have one for Tom to celebrate 🍾 your 100 followers!

Tom and Y/N go to see a film together for date night to celebrate Tom's new film Uncharted. When they get to their screen, Y/N learns that Tom rented out the whole screen for them to enjoy the film together.

While watching it, they notice someone come into the screen (not a staff member). Tom politely asks them to go but they don't. They notice Tom and Y/N and start asking a bunch of questions. They politely ask for her to leave them alone so they can enjoy the film. When she doesn't and continues to talk to them, they decide to leave and go home to watch a film instead.

Tom apologies for what happened, feeling like it's his fault. Y/N assures him that none of that was his fault in anyway. They spend the night watching films and cuddling on the sofa. (I'm also thinking Y/N could be pregnant as well)

Hope you like! 💜

Once again tysm for your support! I hope you like this!

Warnings: pregnancy, not proofread yet, self confidence issues, hormones, Tom being cute

Tom Holland X Pregnant!Reader

Family Date Night: Tom Holland x Reader

“Darling, please let me!” Tom screeches as he darts in between y/n and the cupboard.

Y/n giggles and shakes her head as she rests her hand on her bump.

“ ‘er wanting the crisps hm?” Tom asks, spinning around to face his wife with a box of saltines in his hand.

Y/n nods and goes to grab the box from him but he shakes his head and kisses her forehead as he opens the box for her.

“Tom, I can open things. I’m not broken” y/n teases.

Tom rolls his eyes. “‘course not. But you could get a paper cut opening the box, and we wouldn’t want that” he says, leaning down to kiss y/N’s baby bump as he tears open the box.

Y/n smiles and shakes her head, Tom has been like this since finding out she was pregnant.

He’d always been protective of her, but now he had a baby to protect too and… well he may have gone overboard.

“Too much?” Tom asks, rubbing his neck as he lifts the now-opened box back up.

Y/n grins at him and shakes her head, “‘s okay baby, we appreciate you protecting us”.

Tom blushes and sets the box on the counter so he can hold y/N’s lower back with one hand and rest the other on her stomach, “always”.

They stay like that in relaxing silence for only a few minutes as y/n’s feet start aching again.

“I’ve got to sit down T” she says, squeezing his hand that was resting on her stomach.

Tom’s eyes widen and he nods, grabbing the box from the counter and guiding her to the couch.

Y/n groans as she plops down on the couch and Tom pulls her feet up to rest on the ottoman.

Y/n begrudgingly chews on a few of the saltines as Tom rubs her swollen feet.

Tom chuckles as he looks over at his 8 months pregnant wife and sees her eating the crisps with a cranky look on her face.

“‘s the matter love?” He asks, knowing very well she’s probably bored again.

For the last few weeks the doctor had been wanting her to rest. He’d allowed her to take some short walks here and there but mostly wanted her off her feet.

This resulted in y/n getting very bored and her emotions becoming even more irregular.

Tom arranged for a movie night at their local theater for later this evening for just the two of them.

He hated taking her into public after she became pregnant. People, including fans, were even less respectful and wanted to feel her bump or ask her questions or comment on how she looked.

It was uncomfortable for y/n to have that many eyes on her when the pregnancy had been rough for her already.

Any of the pregnancy symptoms someone could get, y/n for in full swing.

So while she was used to fans of both her and Tom commenting in things they shouldn’t be, her pregnancy hormones caused her emotions to be much stronger and she began to get uncomfortable and despise being in the public eye.

Tom knew how bored she’d been and he’d been doing anything he could to help.

They tried board games, puzzles, video games, reading, etc. It would work for a little but then she’d lose focus and get bored again.

Tom recalled how focused she was when it came to movies and how badly she had wanted to be at his Uncharted premiere after party to help him celebrate.

He’d conceited to her going to the premiere with him. He of course wanted her there but was worried about her and the baby with that many people around.

But y/n worked with his crew and got it to where she could walk in with Tom and get the normal photos on the carpet with him and be protected by his security while she waited for him to finish his obligated interactions.

However, he was not okay with the idea of the after party. He knew how crazy the film crews could get after approving reviews at premieres and he wanted his amazing wife and their future child she was carrying no where near that.

Instead, they went home to relax and quietly celebrate together but upon seeing her disappointment in the break from their routine, Tom promised to make it up to her.

Therefore, he’d rented a private theater for the two three of them tonight. He wanted to grant her -and himself- privacy but also grant her the ability to go to a public setting and have it be semi-normal again.

He knew she’d been dying to see some of the new releases that were in theaters, so this idea combined all of his priorities; namely his loved ones’ safety and happiness.

Y/n shrugged and continued eating as her eyes watered. She hated this. Yes she was upset but she wasn’t this upset.

“Oh love” Tom frowns, lowering her legs gently before coming to kneel in front of her.

“I made us plans tonight” he whispers, brushing her messy hair off her forehead.

Tom smirks as her eyes glimmer as she looks at him in surprise.

“Tonight’s date night will be at y/t/n” Tom smiles, softly set angling her hair with his fingers.

An instant warmth and happiness takes over her features as she grins up at Tom.

He smiles back and kisses her forehead before stroking her belly.

——

Y/n tugs down on the shirt she put on for tonight, hoping to stretch it a bit more.

It wasn’t that she hated her baby bump, but she hated that even her maternity shirts she bought were not super flattering.

She knows that’s a ridiculous thought but it was date night after all and she wanted to look good for Tom.

As she stares at the shirt in frustration, Tom enters their restroom and wraps his arms around her, his hands clasping together over her baby bump.

“I know it’s frustrating for you darling but you look absolutely stunning and you’ve made a wonderful home for our little angel here” Tom whispers, kissing her neck.

She blushes and snuggles into his embrace causing him to grin and press soft kisses anywhere he can reach.

“Tommy, can you help me with my mascara? I can’t get close enough to the mirror” she giggles, handing him the makeup tool.

Tom frowns, he hated that she felt she needed to wear any makeup. He accepted it made her more comfortable but she was clearly struggling and it was doing more harm than good, yet she still wanted to wear it.

“Darling, you know you don’t need this right?” Tom says, switching his spot so he can reluctantly apply her mascara.

She gives him a soft smile, “I don’t want photos of me without it though, it’ll just give people more things to comment on”.

Tom sighs and sets the makeup down, grasping her face in between the palms of his hands.

“Y/n, that’s the hormones talking my love. You normally don’t care what people say; which you shouldn’t because their ignorant. But, even so, baby, you don’t need to worry about that tonight” Tom says.

“But, the workers and the audience” she mumbles, frowning as she thinks of the people watching her.

“I’ve got that all handled darling, I promise” he grins, holding up the mascara in question to see if she still wanted it.

She shakes her head and smiles, “let’s just go”.

Tom sets down the mascara and hums in satisfaction, letting his hands lower until he can grab her’s, “perfect”.

——

Y/n giggles excitedly as Tom rejoins her in the theater, this time with the snacks she wanted.

Tom smiles and gives her a quick kiss before handing her the popcorn.

A wide smile takes over his face as he sits in the loveseat with her, his arm draped over her shoulders and she smiles up at him in relaxation.

After a few trailers have played, she quickly sits up causing Tom to become concerned.

“Where…” she mumbles, trying to navigate through her pregnancy brain enough to collect her thoughts and make sure she didn’t already know the answer.

Tom watches her and although he has a feeling he knows what she’s asking, he patiently waits; knowing she wants to be able to communicate her thoughts.

Y/n wracks her brain for an explanation as to why there’s not one person in the theater other than them.

Tom had arranged a price side door entrance for them so she wouldn’t need to interact with the workers or have them see her.

When they entered, she assumed he arranged an early entrance for them as well since no one had been in there yet.

However, it was now into the trailers and still no one had entered despite the theater being dark.

When Tom promised he had taken care of things for the night she assumed he meant the separate and early entrance and that the rest of the audience would be joining after them when the room was darker.

She turns to look at Tom only to find he was already watching her, a small nervous smile on his face.

“T? Where’s everyone?” She asks.

He bites his lip, running his hand over her arm, “I told you I’d take care of our privacy and safety tonight honey”.

Slowly comprehending what he meant, her jaw parts slightly, “you.. you rented it out for just us?”

Despite the darkened theater, the light from the trailer playing before the exposed Tom’s blush.

“Tommy you didn’t need-“ she begins, pointlessly shuffling to look at him better; her bump preventing much of a change.

Tom smiles as he takes her adorable appearance in. He can’t believe how lucky he is to be married to her, let alone expecting a child with her soon.

“I promised I would make up having us skip the Uncharted after party and I knew how badly you missed the movie theaters” Tom admits.

Y/N’s eyes water causing Tom to panic, “I..I’m supposed to be doing the celebrating for you. Tom it’s your movie we’re celebrating, I should’ve been the one to do this, instead I’ve been at home being lazy and-“

Tom dizzily shakes his head, “Darling no, stop. You were not being lazy my love. You’re taking care of our little one. The doctor wanted you to rest. I needed you to rest baby girl. Please don’t feel guilty for that beautiful”.

“B-bu-but” she whimpers, unable to stop the flow of emotions she was experiencing between his dedication for tonight and her guilt.

“Shhh” Tom pleads, standing up so he can kneel before her again.

This had become a normal occurrence for the two. Not wanting her to stand and stop resting her feet, he’d kneel before her to he could still look into her remarkable eyes and try to calm her emotions.

She sniffled and scrunched her nose as she tried to stop crying.

“Precious, it was my decision for us not to celebrate that night. Furthermore, I’d much rather you be spending your time being the amazing mum you have been for our little one instead of anything else. I know you are proud of me and the movie love, I promise. You don’t need to show that. All I need from you my love is to ensure you and y/c/n are safe; and you’ve done unbelievably wonderful at that. Now come here “ Tom says, helping her adjust in her seat so he can sit behind her and let her rest against his chest.

She draped her swollen legs over the arm rest of the next seat and leans her head against Tom’s chest.

Tom’s back supported by the armrest on the other side of the loveseat they’re sharing.

“I really am proud of you T. We both are” y/n smiles.

Tom blushes and kisses her forehead, “I know and I’m so blessed. You two are the only critics I need”.

“Thank you for tonight” She whispers as the opening credits begin.

“Anything for my loves” he says, kissing her shoulder and resting his hand on the baby bump in front of him.

—-

Tom’s attention had of course been on y/n and the baby more than the film playing, so he was quick to notice her shifting in her seat.

“Do we need to adjust?” Tom asks her.

Y/n tilts her head back to look at him and shakes her head no.

Before Tom can decide which concern to ask next, she grabs his hand from her arm and lowers it to her bump.

As Tom feels y/c/n kicking wildly, he feels his eyes water.

The first time the baby kicked he’d been so worried it hurt y/n and pleaded with y/c/n to be gentle.

However, after much reassurance, y/n convinced Tom it wasn’t painful and he’d come to love it.

Y/n snuggles back into Tom as his hand still rests on their active little one.

Tom smiled to himself as he mentally calculated the days until the projected due date. He couldn’t wait to have y/c/n in his arms and y/n not feeling as uncomfortable.

At least until then, he’d found a way to get them all their peace and safety while still enjoying some family time.

——-

Tom squinted as he saw movement in the left side of the theater. He tried to remain calm by assuring himself it was just a crew member doing a routine check, although he’d asked them not to.

“Tommy?” Y/n whispers, having now noticed the intrusion.

Tom groans, angry at whoever interrupted her evening.

“Excuse me, this is a private screening, I believe you’re in the wrong theater” Tom says, forcing himself to be polite.

The person doesn’t respond and only continues to walk into the theater more, getting closer to them.

Tom protectively tightened his grip around y/n, ready for whatever might happen.

Noticing his tension, y/n sighs, “sir, ma’am, whoever you are… please just let us enjoy our night”.

The intruder begins to laugh and walk close enough that everyone can see each other now in the dark.

“I thought that was you guys!” The girl says, still laughing in disbelief.

By now, Tom has risen from his seat to stand in front of y/n.

“Excuse me?” Tom asks, venom coating his tone.

Y/n grabs his hand from behind and gives it a squeeze in an attempt to calm him.

“Tom Holland and Y/F/N Y/L/N Holland! Omg I’m a huge fan!” She says.

Y/n sighs and squeezes Tom’s hand again to remind him to be respectful rather than protective.

“Thank you. We’d like to enjoy the film in private please, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving” Tom says, squeezing y/N’s hand back.

The fan disregards his request and gets her phone out. “How far along are you now? OMG you have to be near your due date now right?!”

Y/n tries to sink into her seat as if that’ll help get her out of this situation. Tom’s muscles clench as he once again pleads for the fan to leave.

“I mean, you’re huge, you’ve got to be close!” The fan adds, enthusiasm showing the insult was unintentional.

That doesn’t stop Tom from wanting to lay it into this person for ruining their night and insulting his wife.

However, y/N’s grip on his hand keeps him from retaliating.

“That’s enough, you’re not going to speak that way to her. We’ve asked you to leave so we can enjoy our night, but you won’t. So we’ll leave” Tom says, turning around to face his wife.

“Come on angel” he says, helping her up. She looks at the snacks and back at Tom.

Tom stifles a laugh and promises he’ll grab the snacks too.

——

“I just hate when they do that. I’m sorry I didn’t get enough in place to prevent it” Tom sighs, his arm tugging y/n closer to his chest.

The whole ride home and every moment until now when they’re cuddled on the living room couch, Tom apologized profusely for what happened.

“Please stop apologizing T. It wasn’t your fault. The fact you went through all of that in the first place is the sweetest thing” y/n says, popping some m&m’s into her mouth.

Tom grins down at her and kisses her forehead, “I’d do anything for you. For either of you”.

“We know Tommy. You’ve already been an amazing dad to y/c/n, and I’m so excited to see what’s next. Plus, you’re kinda the perfect husband “ y/n giggles, playing with his hair.

“I don’t know about perfect my love but I’ll certainly strive for it. You two deserve the world” Tom says, feeling more secure now that they are home and he can guarantee their safety.

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merrellholland · 2 years

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Secret Santa [2/2] → t.holland

A/N: Okay so someone requested this and I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG ALKSDF

Anyway... this is PART TWO of Secret Santa! So if you haven't read part one... you should read it! Or not, I can't tell you what to do ;)

Part One of Secret Santa

Before you read:

Y/L/N - your last name

Y/M/N - your middle name

Warning(s): mentions of giving birth and labor

Word Count: 1.2k

Never in your life would you be expected to end up with Tom Holland, the guy from work who seems to be the literal definition of a wet blanket. But life is complicated, and not everything goes according to plan. You’ve been dating Tom for two years and have been married for one now, and all three years have been magical.

Nora recently turned eight years old, meaning that you and Tom arranged a whole big birthday party for her and her friends as well as some family members. You would think there would be someone coming from Nora’s biological mom’s side, but they all wanted nothing to do with her or Tom.

But that was alright, because Nora had you to call mom. At first, it was strange hearing a five year old call you mommy. But now you couldn’t be any happier. After her birthday party, you secretly asked her what she wished for when she was blowing the candles on her Elsa and Anna cake.

“I can’t tell you Mommy! Because if I tell you then it won’t come true” Nora replied when you asked her.

You sigh, you wanted to make sure that Nora had what she wanted, “Come on baby, tell me! I promise it will be our little secret nobody will know” you tell her.

Nora pouts and contemplates whether or not to tell you, but she finally gives in. “I wish to have a baby brother or sister… but I really want a baby brother” she says seriously.

Your eyes widened, sure you eventually wanted kids and you did have a forever future with Tom… but taking the next steps seemed scary. “W-well that’s a very big wish, anything else you wished for?” You ask nervously.

Nora shook her head, “Nope! I already have too many Elsa dolls and markers… this is the only thing I want for my birthday.” She says while you nodded trying to comprehend everything that Nora said to you for the past five minutes.

That night when you and Tom went to bed, you were trying not to think about what Nora was saying, but it was the only thing that was on your mind.

You sighed, “Tom?” you whisper hoping that he was awake.

Tom groaned and tightened his grip around your waist, “What?” Tom groaned in his sleepy voice.

Your heart was beating fast, “Do you ever… imagine us taking care of another child?” you ask him.

Tom’s eyes widened but then he started smiling uncontrollably while looking up at your beautiful and intricate face. “Why do you ask that?” he says while grinning.

You smile back, “Well… let’s just say that I know what Nora wanted for her birthday” you say to him.

He starts sitting up and you stay in your position while looking at him, “Wait a sec, are you saying-”

“She wants a baby brother or sister… but she really wants a baby brother” You smile at him while he looks down on you.

It was silent, just the two of you in your thoughts. The bedroom was silent yet it was filled with so many thoughts.

Tom finally breaks his trance and looks at you, “Well then what are we waiting for?! Let’s make some babies!” he says while towering over you and attacking you with his kisses all over your neck and lips.

You unfortunately stop him, “Wait Tom are you sure about this? Do you think we can… raise another child?” You ask him, concern fills his eyes.

He gently caresses your face, “I’m spending the rest of my life with you Y/N, of course I want another little human with you… because your my anchor in life and I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Plus I also want two munchkins to help me with Mother’s Day every year.” He says to you which makes you giggle like a teengers who has imbalanced hormones.

You nod your head, “Let’s do it then, not to mention that I also need two munchkins to help me with Father’s Day every year.” You say to him while smiling.

Tom smiles at you and then lowers himself onto you, the both of you having one of the most magical nights of your lives.

—

When Nora first got the news that she was getting a sibling, she was beyond excited, but with that excitement she also became protective of the human growing inside of you. She made sure that you got enough sleep, she did all of the household chores for you, and she even helped you and Tom decorate the crib and made sure to add her own touches. It was clear that Nora was going to be an amazing big sister, and you were excited for the little human to arrive.

You and Tom decided to keep the baby’s gender a surprise, none of you knew if it was a girl or a boy so all three of you decided to help brainstorm names for both genders.

Nora had a huge say in the names, if she didn’t like the name she would demand you two to never consider that name ever again.

Now nine months later, you were expected to give birth soon. By soon, it meant that you were currently in labor and 10 centimeters dilated. Your face was full of sweat, your Mom was on the left side of you while Tom was on the right. One of your hands was gripping your Mom’s hand tightly while your other hand was gripping Tom’s hand for dear life. Your screams were something that you never knew you were capable of until now.

Tom was saying nothing but sweet things to you, “It’s okay baby, I’m so proud of you… We’re all proud of you. Don’t you dare give up now, you're so strong darling, you're almost there my love” He said to you while you were breathing heavily.

Your Mom was agreeing, “That’s right just like Tom said, you are so strong sweetie you can do it one more push!” she says.

You screamed your loudest and just like that a new human was welcomed. The nurses quickly cleaned your baby with a cloth and took all of the measurements.

Finally you were united with the wonderful human that had lived in you for nine months. You were crying as you held your baby while Tom was also crying and kissing your forehead endlessly and whispering, “I’m so proud of you”.

The midwife finally said, “Congratulations! He's a healthy boy!” She exclaims.

You and Tom looked at each other and smiled uncontrollably, you then looked at your mom at the other side and smiled at her too. Nora would finally get the baby brother that she wanted.

—

After an hour or so, Nora finally entered the room along with Tom’s parents and your father. They all held the baby and whispered nothing but sweet things to him. Finally it was Nora’s turn.

Nora carefully held him, making sure to support his head. She then smiled and looked at you, “Thank you for giving me a brother” She said to you.

You start to tear up yet again, “Thank you for being the first person to call me mom” you say to her while smiling.

As Nora hands you back the baby boy, your Dad finally says, “So what’s his name?”

You look at Tom, he then nodded with tears in his eyes. You turn your head to look at Nora and she nodded excitedly. You then smile at the baby boy in your beloved arms.

“His name is Miles Y/M/N Holland.”

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Pregnant and emotional || Tom holland

Pairing: Husband/DadTom x pregnant reader

Unknown: Can you make one where Y/N is like 7months pregnant and is really emotional over something really silly or little things. Tom comes home and hears her crying then comforts her. And like during the day she gets emotional over everything as of her hormones being pregnant thanks :)

Me and Tom have been together for 5 years now and we have been married for over a year. After our wedding we planned that we would try for a baby. And now I'm 7months pregnant to a baby girl. When me and Tom found out I was pregnant we were so happy and so was his family. We're both 25 now, we're ready.

Being pregnant has been kind of hard for me. Luckily Tom has been with me every step of the way. I just worry that he will be at work filming when my water breaks. I don't want him to miss our baby girl being born.

His family are so excited for this baby, mostly his brothers. Harry always goes on about and I quote 'I will be the best uncle and always protect my niece she will love me the most!'. His family have been helping me through it all as well.

Right now I'm sitting on mine and Toms bed crying. To be honest I have no idea why, but I just came out of the shower and tried to brush my hair. Which was incredibly knotty.

"Fuck sakes Please just brush" I violently brush the big knot in my hair. I was sitting on the bed still in my towel. I was happy Tom wasn't here to see his wife crying because she couldn't brush her hair. He would think it's pathetic!

"Ugh forget it" I cry out, throwing the brush at the wall. I just sat there holding my towel to my body and sobbing.

Then my phone started ringing, I pick it up to see that Harry was calling me.

"Hello" I said trying not to sound sad. "Hey y/n you okay?" Harry asked obviously hearing my sniffles. "Y-yeah Im fine w-whats up?" I sniffed.

"TOM!" Harry shouted away from the phone.

"What!" I heard Tom shout back.

"Come here please! You told me call y/n but I think she's crying".

Tom was on set right now, that's why I didn't want to bother him. Luckily he is filming a movie in London, he decided it was best due to me being very pregnant. Normally he never has to come over to check me to see if Im okay, but he does it anyways.

Honestly all day I've been very emotional and it's probably all my hormones that's making me so emotional.

Tom took the phone off Harry. "Hey darling, are you okay? Is our baby girl alright!" I heard Toms worried voice.

"Y-yeah everything's fine. Harry is the one who called me" I sniffed, I am so bad at acting.

"Your crying I can tell. I know when your not okay y/n. I just wanna know Is the baby okay? Are you okay?"

"She's fine Tommy really. Go back on set"

"I'm coming home" he said.

I really didn’t want him to see me like this, "Nooo, Don't come here please" I begged now crying.

"Princess, If your upset I wanna make sure your okay. Your all I care about right now, okay. I'll be 15 minutes max. I Love you bye" He then put the phone down.

I just sat there crying more, thinking of how he's coming home because I'm being the baby. I didn't even realise that 15 minuets had passed so fast as I heard the door shut with footsteps. I was still sobbing into my hands, so I didn't even realise that Tom walked into the room.

"Princess what's wrong?" Tom sat next to me, moving my hands from my face so I can face him.

"Tom I told you go back on set" I look at him with a bit of a harsh tone, he didn’t mind though.

"Well I need to make sure both my baby girls are okay." He places his hand on my stomach that was covered by my towel. "You know you can tell me anything. Why you crying angel?" He wiped my tears.

"B-because this day is going so bad. First, I woke up a-and dropped my water all over me. Then I cried about that because I'm such a b-baby. Second thing i-is that in the shower I couldn't even wash my back properly. A-and now I can't brush my hair because of—of some stupid knot! that won't come out and now your here. Probably thinking why's my wife being a fucking baby because she can't do simple tasks. I just keep crying, I'm so emotional right now and your gonna just laugh" I ramble on full on sobbing.

"Hey, hey. Your not a baby for crying over certain things. And you should've called me If you was feeling very emotional today. I would never ever ever think that. I don't know what it's like being pregnant so I have no excuse to even laugh and I don't want to. Don't cry please. Because If your sad then our baby girl is and I will be" He kisses my forehead.

"I can't brush my hair" I cried into his chest.

"Here let me do it. Where's the brush?" I point to it on the floor by the wall. He then stand up, grabbing the brush from the floor, standing above me. Tom brushed my hair carefully making sure he didn't hurt me. After he was done brushing my hair, he pulled out a pair of his joggers and a shirt for me to wear.

"Here put these on, I'm gonna set up a movie and i'll get you some snacks" He pecks my lips leaving the room.

I got my underwear on and then tried to pull the joggers up, however my bump was in the way so it didn't really help me.

"Tom?" I called, knowing he's the only one that can help me.

"Yes babe" He walked into the room seeing me with just my bra and panties on with the joggers half way up.

"Close your eyes!" I try hide my body but he doesn't listen, just walks over to me.

"Love, I've seen much more than this before. Do you want help beautiful?" he points to the joggers, I nod. Of course Tom has seen me fully naked before, I mean I am pregnant right now.

"I just feel ugly and fat" Shit, I didn't even mean to say that out loud.

Tom quickly pulled the joggers up then looked at me. "What! What did you just say" He looks at me, I just stay quiet. "You are the most sexiest, prettiest and most hottest girl i've ever known. Your pregnant not fat. Your so fucking stunning. Don't ever say that. Even the fans say you are beautiful ! Don't let anyone tell you different." he picks up my t-shirt and puts it over my head.

"I-I'm sorry" A tear fell down my cheek.

"n-no don't cry bubs or apologise. Just don't think about yourself that way, every inch of you is beautiful. I love you, okay"

"I love you too Tommy, so much. I'm so lucky to have you" I kissed him softly.

"I think I'm the one who's lucky Darling" he smiles into the kiss.

For the rest of the day we watch movies and Tom was there to comfort me. I love him so much and he's gonna be the best Dad ever. :)

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blurb: i want to forget | tom holland

pairing/AU: university AU - modern king!tom holland x female!reader

summary: reunions are always sweet, aren’t they?

warnings: swearing, infertility, smut (+18 mdni!!), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this one’s interesting that’s for sure! very curious to hear people’s thoughts on this tbh! 😳 also this is barely edited. i only read through this once!

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“Your Majesty! His Majesty gave orders that he did not want to be disturbed!”,

The muffled voice travelled through the door to Tom’s office. He found himself spending more and more time in here. It was the only place where he could get some peace and quiet, and not be bothered by all the vultures at court clawing for a piece of him.

The door flew open, and his Queen, Genevieve, burst into his office. Quickly, and as discreetly as he could, Tom folded the paper he’d been reading, tucking it away under a notebook.

“Leave us!” she ordered the guards; anger coated her words.

She looked pretty, he noted. Her summer dress ruffled with every stomp towards him. Daisies ruffling in the wind. The sweetness of her outfit, dimming the impact of her scrunched face. With a hard stop in front of his desk she slammed her hand down.

“What’s going on?” Tom queried calmly.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Gen huffed, gesturing toward his desk where a pregnancy test was left in her wake.

Tom’s stomach turned at the sight. Like a crystal ball the small plastic stick would tell him his future. With a shaky hand he picked up the test, feeling the sting of Genevieve’s eyes. Holding his breath, he turned the stick around.

One line. Not pregnant.

Relieved he huffed out a breath, “It didn’t work”.

“Are you seriously happy right now?” Gen spat. “After all the treatments I’ve had to go through, all the hormones and a fucking egg retrieval– you’re fucking happy!?”.

“What– No,” he lied.

And then Genevieve did something he wished she didn’t. She started crying.

“No, you are!” she sobbed, “Why do you do this to me? Do you know how much pressure I’m under, huh? Do you?”.

“Gen,” Tom tried.

“Don’t ‘Gen’ me” she pointed an angry finger at him, “Nobody cares about me– do you know that? I’m not important like you are, I’m just your wife! All they want from me is a baby. Every time I’m photographed the gossip train starts: ‘She’s gained weight, hasn’t she?’, “That must be a baby bump’” her shoulders shook with exhaustion as she spoke.

Carefully Tom got up from his office chair, taking soft steps around his desk, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

“Ge–“ he cut himself off.

“I’m twenty-six years old, Tom, I should have no problem getting pregnant! I don’t understand why we have to do it like this” Gen cried into his shoulder.

Tom didn’t say anything, he only rubbed her back in soothing circles, trying his best to calm her down. She’d been extra emotional these last couple of months. And he didn’t blame her. He knew the hormone treatment took a toll on her body. He felt ashamed that it had come to this. IVF. In vitro fertilisation. Nothing was wrong with them – the tests said so – but he just couldn’t do it. He was married to Genevieve, and still he couldn’t have sex with her without feeling like he was cheating.

“We still have more embryos,” he started, trying to comfort her, “we can try again next month”.

With a huff she pushed him away, “What’s the point, Tom? You don’t even love me! You’ve never loved me”. A tear hung in a thread from her left eye, waiting to spill.

His silence said it all. He just stared at her in disbelief. She’d never been so straightforward with him before.

“Are you even capable of loving anyone?” she asked him, her words tasted bitter. “You avoid me like the plague, you stay in this room every chance you get… When was the last time you spoke to your brothers? Or Harrison? Or Tuwaine?”.

Tom didn’t know if she was concerned about him, or if she was just accusing him of being heartless. And maybe he was. His heart had been taken a long time ago, and he had yet to get it back.

Staring at her, his wife, he had a hard time forming words. He felt his throat constrict around the words,

“I…”.

“What?” Gen spat.

I didn’t want to get hurt again, he thought. But he couldn’t utter the words. When he, again, said nothing, Genevieve scoffed.

“That’s what I thought!”.

She quickly wiped her tears before she grabbed the pregnancy test off his desk. Turning on her heels, she let his office doors slam behind her.

Sitting back in his chair, Tom wanted to cry. How had his life come to this? With a groan he fell back against the leather, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back his tears. When colours started to swim before him, he sat back up again. Scanning his desk, his eyes landed on the paper he’d snuck under his notebook earlier.

Pulling it out again his eyes skimmed the words.

“Dear His Majesty the King

On the 23rd of July we invite all prominent alumni to attend our 200th anniversary as a university. The gala will start at 7pm and be held on campus grounds. There will be dinner, drinks, and entertainment. Attire: Formal.”

“No Queen Genevieve tonight, Your Majesty?” The Vice-Chancellor asked Tom as she guided him towards the gala. He’d been ceremoniously met at the entrance by the whole senior cabinet of chancellors, where pictures had been taken and interviews had been held by the press.

“No, unfortunately Her Majesty wasn’t feeling well” he apologised knowing that was far from the truth.

After their fight and the failed IVF attempt, Gen had barely spoken to him. Having her accompanying him to an event like this after weeks of silence sounded awful. He didn’t think he could put on a smile and pretend everything was fine when he knew she hated him. He also didn’t want to push his luck with her. She’d agreed to another round of insemination – and as much as he wished he didn’t – he needed her to get pregnant.

But that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want her to attend.

“That’s unfortunate… Please send Her Majesty our well wishes!”

“Thank you– I will” Tom promised.

Passing through the doors of the ballroom, Tom noticed he was the last one to arrive. Round tables, heavily decorated with flowers, filled up the room before a stage. A steady hum of conversation filled up the room as penguin dressed waiters circled the tables, pouring wine.

“We really appreciate The King taking the time to attend tonight and holding the opening speech! And as a thank you, we did our best to grant His Majesty’s wishes for the seating arrangements– it’s so important to reconnect with old classmates!” The Vice-Chancellor said, guiding him through a door to the backstage.

The speech Tom held was as basic as they could come, and Tom wouldn’t have had it any other way. What was there really to say except for some semi-sincere words about his time at the university, and how important education is. He was happy his speech writer had kept it short because he couldn’t wait to get it over with.

After a round of applause he eagerly he got off stage. The reason for his eagerness sitting right in front of him with an empty seat beside her.

“Your Majesty,” you said, a timid smile on your face as he found his seat. The table cards placed him a chair away from you, noticing that they’d assigned a seat for Gen beside you.

“Miss. y/l/n” he said ceremoniously, trying his hardest to fight back his smile and revealing how happy he was to see you again. A waiter quickly stepped forward after he’d taken his seat, nervously asking if he preferred red or white wine for the appetisers. With a quick glance at the menu placed on his plate before him, revealing seafood, he decided on white wine.

“You can clear all this,” Tom gestured to the seat separating him from you, while the waiter poured his wine, “Her Majesty isn’t coming tonight”.

“How about… uh” Tom heard you speak. Glancing over at you, he watched you shift nervously in your seat. “We just do this?” you quickly grabbed your own table card, switching it with Gen’s.

“Is that okay?” you questioned, biting your lip.

“More than okay!” Tom reassured you quickly.

Grabbing your purse by your feet you got up from your seat. You were clad in a silk dress, one Tom recognized. A memory flashed before his eyes. You in his lap on his birthday. He could still remember the feel of the silk fabric under his hand as he pushed it away to reveal your soft skin underneath.

You sat down beside him, your foot accidentally brushing against his as you got comfortable. You looked beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembered. He almost couldn’t believe that you were real.

He’d almost not done it – his request. The university had asked him to speak, and he’d countered with his wish of being seated with his former classmates – specifically you. It was a dangerous request – but seeing you smile at him again – he found himself not giving a shit.

“I’m sorry Tom,” you giggled, courtesy of the wine, “I need the loo”.

He’d missed you so much he didn’t understand how he’d been able to go all those years without you. He missed the feeling you gave him. Your conversations. To be understood without saying a word. The fact that he’d barely spoken to anyone else but you the whole night didn’t bother him much. He was like an addict, and you were his drug. An innocent taste was enough for him to never want to leave ever again. His longing for you had not been fed in years, and now it had grown too large. It ached to be relieved.

“Yeah, me too” he was quick to say, getting up from his seat, “I’ll walk you”.

Looking up at him, you tilted your head like a puppy before a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. It hit him right in the heart.

“Escorted by royalty? I must be one lucky girl” you teased.

He’d missed your jokes too, and how they were always at his royal expense. You treated him like just Tom, and no one had treated him like that in years. With a hesitant hand at the small of your back, he led you towards the toilets.

Waiting for you outside the toilets, all Tom’s bad decisions replayed in his head. He was fucking stupid for even entertaining this idea – but he was desperate. He’d denied himself for too long. His stupid head always got in the way. For once in his life, he wanted to follow his heart, if only for one moment.

“You finished?” he looked up from where he’d studied the floor. Your heels clicked as you stepped closer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “no line in the men’s”.

You hummed, swinging your leg back behind you. “Ready to go back?” you asked, smiling.

“Can we…” he trailed off. Why was he so nervous? He never used to be this nervous around you.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, “You okay?”. He thought his heart was going to stop when your hand came up to rub lovingly over his bicep. He let out a breathy chuckle,

“Yeah… just, can we talk in private?”.

Your rubbing hand stopped at his question before you let it fall. You bit your lip, your eyes dancing over his face. Before you answered, Tom looked around the corridor. With the coast clear he pushed off the wall and opened the door to the accessible toilet. You hesitated for a moment, your front teeth digging deeper into your lip before you quickly stepped inside.

At the sound of the lock clicking, Tom stopped thinking – but he didn’t want to think – not if it wasn’t about you. He crossed the space between you, pulling you closer to him. His hands shook with wanting.

“Tom–” he cut you off with a kiss.

He could finally breathe again. He shed his straitjacket. The weight of his crown fell to the floor. You kissed him back, and he could cry with happiness. He felt your hands around his neck. The silk fabric of your dress bunching in his hands as he pulled you closer.

“I miss you” he mumbled against your lips, “I miss you all the time”.

You whined into his mouth. He’d missed that sound, so sure he’d never hear it again.

With careful steps he walked you both backwards until your bum hit the sink. He was greedy. Hands exploring your body, feeling your familiar bumps and curves, the one’s he’d memorised so many years ago.

A smacking sound bounced off the tiles as you pulled away from his kiss. You were breathing hard under his touch. Your eyes looked at him with longing and sadness, and guilt. He shook his head, cupping your cheek to try and comfort you.

“You’re not doing anything wrong, darling!” his thumb traced circles against your skin, “This is only on me”,

“You have a wife,” you whispered. The look you gave him made his heart break.

“It should’ve never been her– only you!” he pecked your lips.

Your eyes fell shut from his kiss. Your eyelashes kissed the soft skin under your eyes as your face twisted in agony.

“I’ve missed you” you confessed.

Tom couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He kissed you with a feverish touch. Hands sliding over your arse where he gave it a squeeze. With a small jump he helped you to sit on the sink, legs spread for him to slot between. He pressed himself against you. He was rock hard. His cock straining against the front seam of his tuxedo pants. Pushing the silk from your thighs, he collected the fabric around your waist. With a press of a finger to your clit, you mewled against his lips.

Tom didn’t waste any time. He slipped his hand inside your panties, feeling how wet you were for him. When he teased his finger at your entrance, you pulled away from his kiss. You looked at him with eyes blown wide with lust.

With a bite to your kiss-swollen lips you gave him a nod. He pushed his finger all the way inside you, smiling when he felt your walls contract around him. Your head fell back with a sigh when he started thrusting his finger inside you.

Tom couldn’t hold back his smile. He’d missed this more than anything. Being intimate with you. There was this connection between you he couldn’t explain, one he hadn’t even noticed was there before it suddenly was gone. He knew exactly what you wanted, how you wanted it, and when.

Quickly pulling out he pushed back inside with a second finger. Under him you moaned. Eager to coax more moans from you he pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it the way he knew you liked.

“Tom” you gasped.

Tom groaned, feeling how his cock twitched in his pants at your name falling from your lips. He needed to make you come, to watch you fall apart for him. He sped up the thrusts of his fingers, every slap against your wet cunt coinciding with a circling of your clit.

You tipped your head forward, “Please…” you begged, a hand gripping his jacket.

“What– what do you want, baby, tell me” he asked. He curled his fingers inside you and hit your spot, making your eyes widen and a gasp fall from your lips.

“I–I’m close” you let him know. Your eyes were intense. He knew he’d drown in them if he wasn’t careful.

He never let up his pace, “It’s okay, baby, you can come!”

A strangled moan escaped your throat as he felt your clench around his fingers. He slowed his movement down as you rode your euphoric high. He loved the way you looked as you came. You let everything go. Baring your truest self to him. Your chest heaved as you came down. He slowly pulled out, gently dragging his fingers through your folds.

Your hand on his tuxedo jacket pulled him closer. Your lips on him in an instant. The kiss was tender and tasted way too sweet. A quiet thank you without uttering the words.

He withdrew his hand from your panties before he hooked a finger under the waistband to pull them down, just above your knees.

Your own hand palmed him over his pants, making him involuntarily buck into your touch. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he think he’d combust. You fumbled with his button and zipper before dipping your hand inside his pants and taking his cock out.

Taking him in your hand, you wasted no time. He was so hard; the head was dripping with precum. With a finger skating over the head you slicked him up, and gave him an experimental tug. Your hand was so soft. He’d missed your hands too.

Falling forward, he buried his head in your neck. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, pressing kisses up your skin.

“Please” you begged, hands letting go of his cock.

He stood up straighter and stepped even closer to you. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you lifted your legs, panties constricting you slightly.

Grabbing his cock, he ran the head through your folds before he pushed inside you. Tom savoured the feeling, the soft velvet of your walls swallowing him. He wanted to go slowly, to drag it out, but he was desperate. Desperate for you.

He reeled his hips back, before he slammed back inside you. God, you squeezed him just right. You felt like heave. He was not gonna last.

He picked up his pace. A slick sound muffled by the slapping of his skin against yours, melded with your combined grunts and moans.

He was an awful man. An awful man for loving you. An awful man for being unfaithful to his wife. An awful man for not feeling guilty. Being with you didn’t feel like cheating. Nothing had felt as simple as this. Loving you was the easiest thing in the world. And nothing or no one could make him feel ashamed for loving you.

You mewled under him at a particular hard thrust. He couldn’t control himself – he was so close to ecstasy.

“I’m sorry” he panted, “I’m gonna come”.

“It’s okay” your breath was heavy, “Come for me, Tom, please”.

The coil in his stomach snapped, and he fell off the edge. He didn’t have the sense to pull out, emptying himself inside you with a heavy groan. He pulled you even closer, hugging you to his body – wanting to feel close to you.

“I love you” he said softly, “I love you so much”.

He was so fucked. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except you.

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callmemana · 10 months

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

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Caring For You

Pairing - Arvin Russel x Pregnant Reader

Summary - Arvin love towards you, never burning out. Now that your pregnant, he is being a bit more protective over you as usual! Sweet reassure to him, calms him down.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of being naked in the bath but that’s all! It is fluffy!

A/N - Thank you for your request @justapurrcat such a sweet soul! Make sure you read their fanfiction as it is good! Love making this request, it was interesting. Hope you enjoy 🥰

Word count - 1K +

The boy you grew to love and cherish was a bit quite and grumpy towards people, sometimes to yourself but you found something else too! That being a better soft side to him, you love how he loves and cherish you just the same way as you do to him!

Finding out that your pregnant with a little one, Arvin is over joyed with Grace for you and him. He is happy to start a little family of your own. Although, he can be quite over protective in some areas. None the less you find him quite endearing, even when you have to step in to reassure him that everything is ok!

You lay in bed with Arvin’s arms gently, wrapped around your baby bump. Soft snores come from you as Arvin kisses your cheek, “Sleep well, my love and you too! Little one,” he smiles, the baby must of heard him because your little munchkin kicked in your womb just a tad.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night. You stirred in your sleep, the baby in you now fully awake wanting attention as they kick. You sat up as you going to get out of bed to get a late night snack, Arvin seemed to be awake too.

“Where are you going, Darlin’?” Arvin softly questioned, he held your arm to stop you from moving.

“To get something to eat, the baby won’t stop kicking and I’m hungry,” you sigh as your tummy rumbled but you are also tired.

Arvin immediately, jumped up out of bed urging you to go back into bed. “No, no sweetheart! You stay right there, I’ll go get you some food,” Arvin kisses your forehead, “what would you like?”

Arvin grins as you couldn’t get a word in to do it yourself but you guess he’s showing that he cares, which is really sweet.

“Just a ham roll would do with some fruit,” you smile, “And also that chocolate bar you bought me, Thank you Arvin!”

“It be my pleasure, ma’am!” Arvin winking at you teasing as he walks downstairs to the kitchen.

You smile as you pull the cover back over you, of course you would get yourself food but you knew there was no point arguing with your husband.

Arvin didn’t like the idea that you got up in the middle of the night to go downstairs, he was protective like that.

Also, it was cold downstairs, Arvin didn’t want you to catch a cold to make you ill. you deserved a break at least at night, you cooked and clean while looking after the house and then you gave your love to Arvin.

Arvin loved you so god damn much, he would do anything for you! He made your food, then brought it back up to you. Talking to you while you eat so he can make sure your asleep before him.

Arvin will have his arm around you that much tighter, worried that you will wonder off in the night without him. You smile, grateful that he cares, it’s just he’s got a funny way in showing it.

🧋

After last night, Arvin got more protective starting from little things to bigger things.

Arvin hated that he had to leave you alone to go work but he had to work to make sure you live. That’s the only thing in life, he couldn’t change.

However, Arvin did make changes in the past week for the both of you in your little home.

“Arvin, Did you put that shower holder up on the wall?” You giggle, “we got that months ago and you didn’t put it up,”

“Oh well I decided that you didn’t want to bend down that much with your bump and all,” Arvin smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Oh ok, Thank you that’s great!” You smiled and kissed his cheek. You think nothing of it but him just being helpful around the house, which you are grateful for.

“Bye, Darlin’ love you!” Arvin kisses you on the lips gently, “love you, little one too!” He bends down kissing your growing bump.

“We love you too, Arvin bye,” you kiss back smiling, waving at him at the door step as he went off to work in his car.

You start to make breakfast for yourself and then after, just about to pick up his laundry but seeing it’s already in the basket.

That’s strange, you thought. Normally, he leaves it on the floor for you to pick up. You giggle as you place the laundry into the machine.

Arvin being at work today is nice because as much as you love him. You adore the peace as well while, doing the chores around house.

You look over to see the ironing board already set up? You swore you put it back last night, maybe you have forgotten? You thought.

You plugged in the iron to start on Arvin’s shirts, playing soft music in the background on the radio as you worked.

In Reality, it was actually Arvin placing the ironing board out for you. Just before he went to work, he loved to do the little things for you.

Arvin made sure he can do as much as he can for you, without you noticing too much because then you will worry. He can’t have you worrying, it’s not exactly good for you or your baby.

You walk to the grocery store to get some fresh food such as meat and vegetables. you needed those ingredients to cook a good casserole dinner for tonight!

The shops were only 5 min walk, your lucky that you actually live near them or else you knew Arvin would try to take you there. You prefer to walk, getting exercise is good for yourself and your baby.

You get home to pack the shopping away, seeing that the frigid is clean? You swear that it was dirty yesterday, you was going to do it today. Did Arvin actually cleaned it? Or has your eyes not working, you giggle.

You sweep the floors, dust through the rooms as much as you can. Make the beds with new sheets as you stripped the old, throwing them in the wash. Your about to have a shower, groaning how you need to clean the shower first but.

To your surprise, the shower is immaculate! Your eyes widen, Arvin must really put elbow grease into that one. You smiled as you can have a shower, you didn’t really like showers not that much but just a quick one will do until later.

You had a shower, got dressed only seeing it was around 2-3pm. You had to have lunch after, you was talking to your baby as it kicked but fell asleep on the bed.

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When Arvin got home, you was going to prepare and do dinner. Greeting him with a hug and a kiss seeing that sometimes, he’s grumpy after work. He lightens up after seeing you, which you adore.

You went into the kitchen to do the dishes as you left some from lunch and breakfast. You hear rustling around the living room, you went to see what it was. You immediately noticing that Arvin quickly, sat back down on the couch.

“Arvin, what was you doing? And why are there extra pillows on the couch?” You asked, as you went in the living room just about to cook dinner but something else caught your eye.

“ oh I added them, so your comfortable when you sit down,” Arvin looked up from his newspaper, “Talking about sitting down, why don’t you sit down Darlin’?”

“Arv, awe Thank you but you know I’m making dinner! I can’t just sit down,” You rushed back in the kitchen but a certain someone following you, “Arvin! I can cook while I’m pregnant, it’s not going to effect anything,” you giggle, playfully.

“I know, I know but I just want you safe! Honey,” Arvin looks around the kitchen to see plugs in the sockets, taking them out, “why did you do that for?” You asked, just as you was going to bend down.

You saw Arvin get the pots and pants out for you to cook dinner, “You certainly didn’t need to do that! Mr,” you tutted, your arms now folded.

“The sockets could burn you and I’m just being helpful, don’t want you to bend too far to hurt yourself,” Arvin kisses your cheek, taking out an rag to clean the surface for you.

“I can do it myself, Arvin! I don’t need you to do that stuff for me, Baby,” You pout, taking the rag from him, “It is nice for you to do things for me but not every time,”

“But what if you hurt yourself?” Arvin whispers, lowly as he has his head down like a puppy, “I just want to protect you, I don’t mean to get in the way,”

You bring your arms closer to him, wrapping them around his waist. “I know, your not getting in the way sweetheart! Your just loving me and our baby,”

You laid your head on his chest as you snuggle further into his body, “I know you may be scared or worried as your mum, bless her passed away but don’t worry! I’ll be ok!”

You look up in his eyes smiling, his warm, brown eyes smiling back at yours. In a heart beat, Arvin kissed you passionately. “I understand your words, Darlin’,” he smiles, kissing you again, “I love you and our baby, so much!”

“Me and our baby loves you so much too! Arvin,” you grinned to him, “now, please go back in the room and let me cook,” you kiss his cheek as he nods, walking over to the room.

“And, also I know it was you, who did all those little thing for me ARVIN RUSSEL!” You laugh pretending to be angry, playfully waving your hand over your head with your wooden spoon.

Arvin just laughed as he ran out the kitchen into the living room, “Can’t help myself, Darlin’” he smirked, even thou you couldn’t see it. It was mostly to himself because he knew how to treat his woman!

You sigh in peace as you cook for yourself and him, you call him for dinner when it is ready. Arvin is more than grateful to have dinner with you everyday, your food is so delicious!

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Arvin pulls your chair out for to sit down, kissing your cheek.

“Your welcome, baby! And your such a gentleman,” you tease, smiling.

“Always, for you Doll!” He winks as he sits down himself, you kiss his cheek back smiling at his sweet gestures.

“It is delicious, Darlin’” Arvin takes his fork to put some in your mouth, “so fucking sexy, as always,”

You blush, “you want to feed me? Butter cup,” Arvin smiled, you nodding.

“Go ahead, ahh,” Arvin said, opening his mouth widely.

You place your fork into his mouth, laughing at his stupidity. Arvin never fails to make you smile.

“Yummy, sweetheart! Especially, by you,” Arvin licks his lips, continuing to eat with you.

🧋

You lay in the bathtub full of bubbles, Arvin’s idea of taking care of you. He made a bath for you to relax you.

“Arvin, please lay in the bath with me,” you give him your pouty lips and heart eyes.

“Fine, sweetheart!” He chuckles, how can he say no to you?” He strips as quick as he can.

“Yay, hurry up!” You playfully say, “alright, you demanding woman! Your going to be the death of me,” Arvin chuckles again, sliding in behind you.

Arvin wraps his arms around you in the bath with hot water and his touch tingling your skin, your finally relaxed.

“Does that feel good? Honey,” Arvin whispers, grabbing your sponge washing your neck and chest. He nibbles on your ear as he kisses it.

“Mm, so good! Arv,” You lean back more against his chest, as he washes and caresses you with all his love.

Arvin’s large hands going over your baby bump is so unreal, it feels heavenly! he pushes you a bit forward, gently washing your back too.

“So beautiful, Darlin’! All round with my child, so fucking grateful to love you! And our child!” Arvin kisses your shoulders as he presses you into himself again.

“No wonder why, baby! Your so good at loving us, your going to be a great daddy, Arv!” You smile, taking your hand to put it into his hair behind you.

“And you are going to be such a great momma, Y/N,” Arvin grins into your touch, loving your soft finger tips graze him.

“Arvin you are a good, handsome man, I love you so much and our baby will too! Nothing isn’t going to happen, and it’s going to be ok!” You smile reassuring him, knowing he is excited, happy for this baby to come but at the same time afraid and nervous too!

“You are gorgeous, precious woman, I love you so much too, Darlin’ as well as our baby! Thank you for being there to reassure me, I appreciate it,” He smiles as nozzles his head into your shoulder.

You giggle as his hair strands tickle you, he holds you closer. You both embrace into each other’s beautiful hold as you bath together.

You finally get out of the bath as it goes cold after about an hour. Arvin gets up first, of course telling you to stay.

“Here darlin’” Arvin brings you a fluffy, warm towel. He helps you get out the bath, to make sure you do not slip!

Arvin even, wraps the towel around you. He has a towel around himself, holding your hand as you walk to the bedroom to get dressed to sleep.

Arvin helps you get your pjs on since sometimes it is a bit of a struggle. You giggle as he puts the top the wrong way on you.

“It should be more, clear not my fault!” Arvin tryed to excuse himself as he laughed with you. Gosh he be pouting, but it is a luxury for only you to see this side of him.

You and him get in bed, he holds you as usual. Snuggling into one another, Arvin will definitely make sure you are not cold.

“Goodnight Darlin’, sweet dreams! Love you so much and you too little one,” Arvin whispers into your ear, very clearly smiling.

“Night, night love you so much too, Arvie,” You whisper back, “and you too little one,” you giggle.

Arvin blows the candle out, you and him snuggle back into each other drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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