tom holland + peter parker

goofball T.H.

request: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMek5g8kx/

Hi beautiful maybe something like this but at the end it's a positive pregnancy test 🤍

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Through all your silly games and poked fun with Tom, you felt it best fitting if you kept that goofy persona for your pregnancy reveal. You'd only just found out last week, and after talking to Aisha about how to tell Tom, the two of you decided to compromise with a popular tiktok trend. Of course, you weren't doing this just because it's popular — you told Aisha you wouldn't post it until the pregnancy was known to the public which, quite frankly, wouldn't be for quite a while.

After finding a shirt you could sacrifice for the occasion, you'd gotten a number of different post-it notes and designed them cutely. As Tom comes through the front door, you pull him to his feet just as he sits on the couch.

"What are you doing? What are these?" He lightly taps the post it notes stuck to your shirt, and you hand him a pair of scissors. When he finally takes a moment to read what's on the notes, his eyes widen — in confusion and curiosity. "You- You want me to cut your shirt?"

You nod, "Just do it!"

"Alright! Alright, I'm doing it, geez." He blows out some air and you giggle while the blade goes from your neck all the way to the hem of the shirt. You tilt your head backwards while he cuts away at the fabric, the clothing eventually giving way and you drop it to the floor. You glance at the camera that's set up, and Tom follows your gaze.

"Is this another trend-"

"Yes but no. Just keep going."

"Alright," He raises his voice and the two of you giggle.

You point to the next post-it which is just at the hem of your tank. Tom raises a brow and you roll your eyes, "You don't have to lift it off, just up a bit."

"Yeah yeah," he replies, nimble fingers warm as they graze your skin. It gives you goosebumps, shivers sent up your spine while he lifts the material. He reads the note and gently pokes your belly button. You giggle but eject your hand right in his direction, and he takes the hint.

"Pull?"

"Mhm," You wiggle your index finger and he laughs again, agreeing nonetheless. As he pulls on your finger, you show your palm to him and he reads it aloud.

"Turn me around," He looks up and you smile expectantly. With an exhale, his hands gently hold your waist while he guides you to turn the other way. "Now what?"

You wiggle your bottom in hopes to turn the attention to the note in your pocket, but Tom nearly smirks and gives your ass a slap. You gasp while Tom giggles and you break into a sheepish laugh.

"What am I doing now?"

"My pocket!" You cheer excitedly. He reaches in, fingers still warm and lean on your denim, enough for you to feel it through the material.

He reads this one aloud too, "Check my other hand." Quickly, with rising curiosity, he spins you around and you collide with his chest in a fit of chuckles and sucked in breaths. He makes sensual eye contact while grabbing your hand slowly and opening your palm. He reads again, "Check my other pocket."

With furrowed brows, he goes through each pocket before landing on your left one. His fingers feel something, and with excitement, he pulls it free of its confinement, finally observing what it is. You gauge his reaction while he realizes what it is.

He glances up quickly, looking at you for confirmation, and you nod with a bashful smile.

"Is this- Is this... you're pregnant?"

"Yeah," you bite your bottom lip. "Are you... happy?"

"Am I happy?" He repeats, hands dropping to his sides while he breaks out into a massive grin. "Darling I'm fucking euphoric." He lets out a hearty chuckle, eyes watering while he brings you into his embrace, head tucking into the crook of his neck while he holds you close. "This is... I love you so much."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you goofball."