This Should Be Reblogged By Everyone. Even If You’re Straight, You Should Be A Supporter.

tech savvy teen wolves // scira // requested by sciraroleplays & bansheesz-scream (inspired by)

Hi no reason but I’m sitting here sobbing at this so that’s cool

Hey love, congrats on 500 followers!!! Love your work ❤ If it's not too much trouble, can I request a blurb with the reader waiting for tom to come home to tell him she's pregnant and now it's been like 3 months and she has a little bump, so when she shows it to tom he starts crying?

Bean Plants

a/n: thank you so much! i'm so happy you enjoy my work. i truly apologize for how long this took. i have exams this week so it was little hectic to also so a sleepover, but i think it went well. hope you enjoy this piece! there is one more blurb left guys!

warnings: swearing

word count: 577

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“Hi, Tommy!” You smiled on Facetime, “I miss you.”

“Aw, I miss you too, darling,” Tom gushed, “I’ll be home next week, we wrapped up a little ahead of schedule.”

“That’s great! Do you know what day?”

“Probably Thursday?”

“Okay, can I talk to Harry, please?” You asked, noticing Harry sitting behind Tom.

“You want to talk to my brother rather than me, your loving husband, who hasn’t seen you in months?” Tom questioned, turning around to Harry, who gave the phone a smile and wave.

You gave Harry an enthusiastic wave, “Yes, that’s correct.” You nodded.

Tom huffed and looked at you skeptically, “Fine. Harry,” Tom turned to his brother, “(Y/N), wants to talk to you.”

“Okay, cool.” Harry nodded, taking the phone from Tom.

“Um, Harry,” You smiled, “This is about the bean plant. So, y’know…”

“Oh right,” Harry smiled, “Tom, can you go grab me a soda from that vending machine?”

“You’re drinking tea right now, though?” Tom questioned, “And you’re literally my assistant.”

“Well, I want soda, and I’m your little brother and if you don’t get me a soda then I’ll tell mum about the time you pissed on her tomato plant and killed it.” Harry panicked, quickly coming up with a threat.

“I’m an adult, you can’t tell mum on me.”

“I swear, Tom, I’ll call her, right now!”

“Okay, okay, fine. Be right back, psycho.” Tom mumbled, leaving the room.

“Good job, real smooth, Harry.” You said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry dismissed, “show me the bump!”

You rolled your eyes, but stood up nevertheless, showing off the slight bump in your torso.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Harry gasped, “It’s so tinyyyy.”

You sat back down, laughing, “Well, not for long.” You smiled, “Anyways, can you keep Tom off of social media? I think some pap might’ve caught me at the baby store the other day.”

“Sure, no problem.” Harry nodded, “We’ll be home soon.”

“Thank you, Harry, you’re a lifesaver. Now please get Tom back on?”

Tom’s plane landed at 2 pm on Thursday, and instead of meeting him at the airport where everyone would be watching, you decided to meet him at his parents’ place.

“(Y/N), you are absolutely glowing,” Nikki smiled, sipping her tea, “honestly, with Tom I was a complete mess, but you look so well put together.”

“Please, Nikki,” You gushed, “You had four kids and still manage to pull off anything.”

“Tom’s here!” Paddy ran into the backyard, arms flailing.

You stood up just as Tom was coming through the back door, Harry hot on his heels.

“There’s my lovely wife—” Tom stopped in his tracks when he saw the bump in your yellow sundress. “Holy shit.” He gasped, jaw dropped.

“Surprise!” Dom yelled, running into the backyard with a party popper.

“Dom, not now.” Nikki scolded.

“Is—Oh my god,” Tom sighed shakily, “how far along?” he asked, moving towards you to place a hand on the bump.

“16 weeks,” You smiled, “are you okay?”

Tom began to sniffle, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’m more than okay, love.” He wiped his eyes, “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, pulling Tom in for a hug that he immediately reciprocated. He cried tears of joy into your hair. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he sobbed.

“The best dad in the world,” You whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tom pulled away kneel down in front of your bump, “both of you.”

❀tags & moots❀  @ptersmj @princessofguineapigs @ptersmj @princessofguineapigs @peterbenjiparker @cherrytholland @itsapeterthing @justapurrcat @thirstiestpotato @kelieah @iovebug @waitimcomingtoo @rosyparkers @parkers-gal @allegra-writes @starktonyx @felicityparkers @hollandcrush @londonspidey @blissfulparker @spidernerdsblog @spidey-sophie @spideyspeaches @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @andilovetowrite @sinisterspidey @asonofpeter @romanovacane @arlo-sanders @love-peterparker @boiolay @letssee2468  @white-wolf1940 @fandom-life-12

Rest In Peace baby girl smh

Zayn's just looking at him like- Wait for it...

that smile!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD

PLEASSE PLEASE OHMIGOD-

IM CRYING?!?!?!

soccer is my fav sport, and seeing one of my many idols doing it.... Incredibly perfect :)

Believe in everything that you can do

Ha, take that bitches!

taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his.

K I L L ME NOW wow

what about peter having to patch y/n up from a fight since it’s usually the other way around, theyre both sassy to eachother but its cute. maybe y/n beat off a mugger or something spider-man wouldve done

— did my best w this one, sorry if its suckie ):

~~

you’re sat on the edge of the bed, the hustle and bustle of queen’s, new york becoming nothing but muffled background noise as you and peter are both in your own little world of playing doctor. tonight the roles are switched — usually it’s you using only the gentlest touch, dabbing a soft, warm-watered face cloth over peter’s face to help clean him up and then opening a pack of hello kitty bandaids to cover any other trace of injury. but now it’s peter, beautiful brown eyes looking around your face with so much love, care and concern as his gentle palms use the washcloth to clean up the cut on your right cheek and bottom lip.

“you really shouldn’t have been there tonight, y/n/n. you could’ve gotten seriously hurt” peter speaks as you focus on the infinitesimal brown dots that litter his face, the moonlight making them more prominent. “yeah, i know...” you say quietly. “but hey, at least i got them distracted enough so you could take them down” peter sighs before dabbing the cloth against your lip one last time — you figure his own would be the perfect cure for this situation. “that’s not the point”

“pete, they literally had you pinned against the building. you could’ve been crushed or worse. and i’d really prefer if my boyfriend didn’t look like an early morning pancake”

“i mean hey, i think i’d be a pretty cute pancake,” you smile to yourself thinking you’ve made the situation lighthearted but peter shakes his head to get back on track. “y/n, don’t joke about this, this is serious” you look down at your carpeted floor, your face going back to a frown as you fidget with your fingers. “pete, i’m really sorry i worried you so much. i-i guess i was only thinking about how scared i was of losing you”

you didn’t have to guess in that moment — you knew how afraid you were that if you didn’t coax spidey’s current villain into playing a game of tag with you, you’d for sure lose the love of your life. and peter was too important for you to not take that risk. peter kneels down so he’s level with you, enchanting brown orbs looking into your own.

“you think i wasn’t scared, too? pretty girl, when i heard your lovely voice and felt the bad guy move off of me, my heart dropped,” you turn your gaze away from him. but he makes sure you absorb his next few words, taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his. “i do appreciate that you stepped in to help your favourite superhero in your own little way,” you chuckle softly at his words and he’s happy he could light you back up again. “but maybe you could just call up some reinforcements next time? save your beloved boyfriend from having a heart attack?”

you giggle softly at the dork you’re so fully in love with, wrapping your arms around his neck, “will do, spidey” he leans up, putting his hands on your waist and getting the tips of your noses to touch, waiting for your next move. “pete?” you mutter barely above a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the moment. “hm?”

“think my lips still need a little healing...”

“you just leave that to me, beautiful...”

~~

blurbie taggies 🍄🦋

@museinmind @parkersholland @duskholland @blushypetey @hollandcreep @write-from-the-heart @turtletaylor98