Pregnant

pregnant

request: If you feel comfortable with writing It. a holland sister when she think she might be pregnant? her and brad did sleep together. you can decide If It’s negative or positive.

a/n: wow this is a lot longer than I expected it to be... this was very interesting to write,,, i made brad a one night stand oops because it’s me and i love angst :) also the reader is a holland sister

warnings: one swear, pregnancy scare, angst, fluff, mention of one night stand not detailed

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Y/N stood shaking in her bathroom, dropping the white and blue stick onto the counter. Positive, it read.

For a week or two, she had constantly gotten morning sickness, but she didn’t think much of it. That is until her period was late, as in two weeks late. Everything was aligning. She felt more tired than usual, had to use the restroom more often, and her unstable emotions.

Only a couple days before she noticed herself feeling sick, she slept with Brad. Y/N met him at a frat party and hooked up with him. It wasn’t her first time at a party, but it was definitely her first time having a one night stand. She was sure that they used protection. Bloody hell, she was even on birth control.

Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. She was a single mother at the age of 20. She wanted to do so much more in her life. Y/N placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her. She was obviously going to keep her baby, single mother or not.

The only struggle left was telling her family.

She washed her face, making sure she looked decent before telling them the news. She slid the pregnancy test into the pocket of her hoodie, bringing it with her to reveal the truth. Her hands were trembling, and she took short breaths.

She decided to tell her beloved brothers first. She dragged them all into one her room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” Sam engaged.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Tom observed your trembling.

“You’re not dying, are you?” Harry burst.

“No, I’m not dying, Harry,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I have something really important to tell you guys, and I wanted to tell the three of you divs first.”

“How about mom and dad? And Paddy?” Harry asked.

“I’ll tell them after, but I’m not sure if I want Paddy to be involved. He’s still young,” she sighed, “Anyways, please don’t freak out when I tell you guys and make sure not to make a big deal out of it.” Y/N was about to tell them when she hesitated, “Also, if you guys hate me after this, I’m sorry, I hope you’ll still see me as your sister.”

The three boys looked nervous and concerned, nodding for you to go on.

“I-I’m pregnant,” Y/N swallowed, pulling out the test in her pocket.

Pure silence spread throughout the room. The boys’ jaws dropped, but no word, not even a sound, peeped from them.

Tears started to fill Y/N’s eyes, thinking that they hated her, “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have even slept with that guy. Please don’t hate me.”

“We don’t hate you, Y/N/N,” Tom finally said.

“Yeah, we love you and at least you used protection, right?” Sam looked at her sternly.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she giggled, relieved that she didn’t let down her brothers.

“I call being the godfather!” Harry shouted, raising his arm.

The three of you shushed Harry, hoping that your parents hadn’t heard.

“Now, I’ve got to go tell mom and dad. Wish me luck,” Y/N said, walking to the door.

“Y/N! Just know, we’re here for you. We’ll help you with every step of this journey, alright?” Tom warmly smiled.

She smiled back, nodding and whispering “thank you” before exiting the room, leaving the boys to themselves.

The reaction her parents gave her left her relieved. She was glad that her parents didn’t judge her for the accidental pregnancy. They told her that they would be there for her through the entire thing. Dom wanted her to make sure it was positive by taking multiple other tests, and Nikki just wanted her beautiful daughter to be happy.

She did as she was told and took multiple other tests. When she came to see the multiple negative tests, she felt at ease, yet disappointed. Although the child she was convinced she had wasn’t actually there, she felt upset that there wasn’t someone else with her to comfort her. Of course, she had her family, but having her own child felt like a different comfort. A feeling that couldn’t be described.

Turns out, the “symptoms” she experienced weren’t really symptoms. She wasn’t late for her period, it came later on in the day. The morning sickness and fatigue were from her consistent partying. Finally, her unstable emotions, as well as her urge to use the bathroom more often, were just a sign that her period was coming.

That night, she asked for her whole family to gather in the living room. They already knew what it was about, but the possibility of her pregnancy being positive or negative was still edging them on. Paddy was confused, not understanding anything about the situation, as he was under-informed. They were bickering between each other, excited to hear the news.

“After many, many pregnancy tests, 30 to be exact, I am...” she stalled, increasing the suspense.

“What? You are what?” Harry quipped.

“I’m not pregnant! I can still do everything I’ve dreamed of and find a husband who will help me raise my child, if I ever get one that is,” Y/N was glowing, “Although, this is quite disappointing. I don’t know why, though,” she frowned.

“Oh, darling, it’s a sign of motherhood. You already loved that baby in your stomach, but now that you know it’s not true, you’re disappointed. No worries, though. I’m sure you’ll find someone soon,” Nikki gently rubbed Y/N’s arm.

“Now, now-” Dom started, only to be stopped by Nikki.

“She an adult now, let her live her life, will you?” Nikki rolled her eyes.

“It’s okay, dad, I won’t be looking for that for a while. I’m going to fulfill everything on my bucket list first,” Y/N comforted her father.

“Anyone want to watch Onward?” Tom asked, breaking away from the subject.

Everyone nodded in agreement, some choosing their own seat and some going to the pantry to grab snacks for the family. As everything settled down, a calming silence washed over them and the movie began to play.

Out of nowhere, Harry asked, “Will I still get to be the godfather of your child, though?”

“Of course, Harold, of course,” she laughed.

The entire family was laughing and she took a mental picture of the moment, never wanting to forget her loving and accepting family.

Can you do a fic where the reader just watch the Steven Universe finale and Tom is comforting them?

why

a/n: sorry this is super short. i’ve never watched steven universe so i did tros because i’ve watched that many, many times. 

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Y/N was sniffling gently, tears rolling down her face. She had just finished watching Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker for the third time, and she still couldn’t believe they killed off Ben. 

“Darling?” Tom asked, rushing into the room.

“Why?” Y/N sulked, dramatically spreading her limbs on the bed.

Tom chuckled, noticing the end credits of Star Wars rolling on the screen of her laptop, “Did you watch The Rise Of Skywalker again?”

“Yeah! How could they do something so evil? He was a good man! He saved Rey from death. Death!” She cried.

Tom snuggled into bed beside her, holding her in his arms. Her whining was muffled by his chest, and she began to calm down. 

“He’s just a character, love,” Tom whispered into Y/N’s hair.

“Ben is not just a character! He’s a man of good. His whole life was filled of pain and betrayal until he met Rey. Rey had turned him back and they killed him!” She kept complaining.

“I know, I’ve been in that position before, but-” Tom was cut off by another outburst.

“His last line was ‘ow!’” She shouted into his chest.

Chuckling once again, Tom continued to stroke her hair, cuddling her to sleep.

19, 20 and 27 from your prompt list please. Oh my god I’m so excited I love your writing and I can’t wait to see what you do with these, only if you’re comfortable of course. Love you 💕💕.

15 months, wasted

a/n: this is such a great combo!! i enjoyed writing this very much, hopefully you enjoyed reading it,,, love you too xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: infidelity (cheating), angst, fluff, harrison supports your ship with tom

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19. “You’re trembling.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

27. “You could have died.”

You happily skipped into your flat, holding a few bags in your hand. You had gone out to buy more clothes to expand to your style, but you had also gone to buy some new lingerie to surprise James, your boyfriend. 

“James, babe? I’m back,” you hollered, looking around the empty flat. You heard sounds coming from your shared bedroom. It sounded like a female moaning. Worriedly, you headed up the stairs that led to your room, “James?”

You pushed the door open, and to your horror, James was pinning another woman down to the bed. She was gasping and moaning while he pounded into her. By the looks of her state, they’ve been at it for a while.

“James?” Your voice barely a whisper.

His head snapped at the sound of your bags dropping to the ground. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you looked like you were going to be sick. 

“Y/N, I-I can explain,” he pulled out of the flustered girl underneath him, rushing over to you.

Like your feet had a mind of its own, it carried you to move fast and far from the naked figure.

“Y/N, stop,” he yelled after you, trying to grab you, barely missing your arm. He huffed, “Please, let me talk.”

You looked at his hand on your arm and ripped it out of his grasp, “No, you don’t get to talk! I should be the one talking.” Sighing, you fixed your composure, “How long? How long have you been with that - that,” you groaned not knowing what to call her. True, she did sleep with your boyfriend, but she probably didn’t know, and you didn’t want to slut shame another woman. “That girl,” you chose.

He stayed silent, looking everywhere but you. The blonde had even come out of the room, confused to your relation with him. She stayed silent, though, knowing that the two of you were talking about a serious topic.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” You yelled, faltering his helpless stance. Still, to your displeasure, he hadn’t said a word. Getting frustrated, you yelled, “Answer me, you coward!”

“9 months, alright,” he whined like a child.

“That’s great. That’s just perfect. Splendid! Amazing! Fucking stellar,” you felt like you were going insane. 15 months of your relationship down the drain, though, he was only honest with you for 6 months.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl finally spoke, “I didn’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t have slept with him.”

I gave the girl an apologetic look, for I wasn’t mad at her, I was made at the cheater I called a boyfriend.

“I’m leaving,” you pushed James to the side, racing to your car. You could hear him calling after you, but didn’t dare to leave the flat in his birthday suit.

Once you were in the protection of your car, you broke down, letting your tears flow freely. You couldn’t believe that you wasted 1 year and 3 months on that bimbo. Everyone had warned you about him, yet you believed none of them. The fault was on you.

You started the car, eyes still clouded with your tears, but you didn’t care. You needed to get as far as possible from this place. You already knew where and who you were going to go to.

You banged your fist on the scarlet red door. You were still sobbing and you eyes were shining with tears.

“Bloody hell, what the fu-,” Tom opened the door, annoyed at the persistent knocking. He saw your red, tear-filled eyes and worry washed over him, “Darling, what happened? Who did this to you?” He embraced you, letting you sob into his sweatshirt. He felt your body shaking in his hold, and whispered, “You’re trembling.”

He pulled you from his chest, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. You stepped into his house and plopped onto his couch. 

Harrison was sat on a cream leather counter stool at the bar table. He glanced at you and then to Tom. The look in his eyes were enough to expose what he was thinking. Tom simply shrugged and approached you.

He stroked your arm, “Darling, you’ve got to tell me what happened if you want me to help you.”

“James,” you hiccuped, “he ch-cheated on me.”

“That bastard did what?” Tom was absolutely furious. He knew of James’ reputation, but he wouldn’t let himself think so lowly of your boyfriend so lowly, well now ex-boyfriend. Tom sat beside you, letting you collapse in his lap. “How’d you get here?” He asked while stroking your y/h/c locks.

“Drove,” you said, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous question.

“You drove here? Y/N, that’s a 20 to 30 minute drive,” Tom sat you back up, gripping your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know, I drove here,” you replied, rolling your eyes once again.

“While you were crying?” You nodded, “That’s fucking dangerous! If you weren’t paying attention, you could’ve crashed and killed someone!” 

“Well, I didn’t, Tom. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m still in one piece,” you snapped back.

“You could have died,” he replied softly. You looked at your lap, fiddling with your hands, which he grabbed, “I’m here for you, always. Next time, call me, though, I hope there’s no next time.”

You smiled, “Alright, Tommy. I’m tired from all that crying I did, can you hold me while I sleep?”

His heart warmed, “Of course, love, anything for you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. 

Tom wrapped his big, muscular arms around your waist, laying the two of you into a comfortable position. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, and Tom followed not long after. 

Harrison watched the entire interaction from his seat. What the two of you couldn’t see was that you were perfect for each other. He had quietly gotten out of his seat and grabbed a blanket, tucking the two of you in it.

Harrison couldn’t help but smile at his two best friends holding each other.

Hey 👋 I don’t know if you write for Peter Parker but if you do could I get a blurb where reader is called a slut for no particular reason by someone they know and she goes crying to Peter about it. You can do what you like without after that thanks 😊

getting to your head

a/n: i do write peter parker! he always over 18 tho... i hope this was up to your expectations... enjoy

warnings: degrading name slut, soft Parker, pure fluff

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Y/N was grabbing her books out of her locker, placing them into her backpack when a nasally high pitched voice called her name. Regina stood beside Y/N with the rest of her clique behind her.

“You’re a slut,” Regina said flicking her hair over her shoulder before walking away.

Giggles were heard from her clique, some agreeing and mirroring Regina’s actions.

Y/N stood in shock. The statement was so unforeseen that it had shaken Y/N. It normally wouldn’t have because Regina’s insults were always habitual, calling her an idiot or ugly. For some reason, Y/N took this insult to heart and felt a lump grow in her throat. 

She quickly packed her bag and dashed out of the school, slamming her locker shut. Some students hadn’t even flinched, while some stared at her like she was an extraterrestrial creature.

Luckily, Peter was already waiting for her in the front of the school. He had recently turned 19 and decided to stay with Mr. Stark to work with the Avengers. He had also offered to help Y/N with transportation and school, being that he was your boyfriend. she’s 18

“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” He gave her a warm smile before he noticed her unshed tears, “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked embracing her shaking body.

“T-These girls, they called me a ‘slut,’” Y/N sobbed into Peter’s “if you believe in telekinesis” shirt.

“Don’t listen to them. You are not a slut. You’re the most loyal girlfriend ever. They’re just trying to get to your head,” Peter stroked your hair, comforting you.

“I know I should’t’ve made such a big deal out of it, but it just, it really hurt. I’ve never been called a ‘slut’ before,” she said, her sobs starting to lessen. 

“And you won’t be called a ‘slut’ anymore, alright. I love you and your loyalty, and that’s all that matters,” Peter lightly kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she said lifting her head off his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, “Now, wanna go get a churro?”

“Let’s go, Spideyboy.”

If you feel comfortable with writing It. a holland sister when she think she might be pregnant? her and brad did sleep together. you can decide If It’s negative or positive.

it’s longer than expected but definitely a good request... thank you for sending it in!!!

here’s the fic: pregnant

Hey! Love your stuff - I was wondering if you could do an imagine of what it would be like to be in self isolation with Tom ? Something cute ❤️ Thanks x

quarantine

a/n: thank you so much! i hope you like this, it was really fun for me to write ↖(^▽^)↗

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“As much as I love you, darling, you need to be 6 feet away from me,” Tom said sticking an arm at you to push you away. 

He had just made an Instagram story telling Harrison to stay away from him and you were giggling in the background. Tom was doing it to everyone as a joke, of course. 

You followed along with the joke, responding, “Gladly, Tommy. I am definitely not going to risk getting the virus just by touching my div.”

“Div?” Tom exclaimed as you giggled.

“Correction,” you lifted a finger, “my div,” you moved closer to him to tap his nose, but he backed away as you got closer. “C’mon, Tommy, just one boop, s’il vous plaît,” you had been practicing French over the quarantine, so you decided to incorporate some into this ridiculous conversation. 

“Nope, nope, nope,” Tom ran into the living room, hiding behind the couch.

“Tommy,” you whined, frowning and slouching over. You gave him your best pout and wide eyes that always worked on him. 

“Ugh, you know I can’t say no to that face,” Tom groaned, surrendering.

“Yay!” You jumped onto Tom, knocking him onto the couch.

He chuckled, placing a quick peck on the tip of your nose before pushing you away again, “Not that close, though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “and I’m the germo,” you murmured under your breath.

“I’m being cautious, alright,” Tom defended, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Fun fact,” you said, going off topic, “the way you say ‘croissant’ is closer to the way the French say croissant,” you referred back to his WIRED interview from the Far From Home premiere.

“No, it’s not!” He argued.

The two of you bickered for the rest of the night over his pronunciation of croissant, or quackson.