#mmly

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okay now that ik we’re doing this fr LMFAO def gonna need a labor and delivery blurb w y/n & tom i can def see it being chaotic and hilarious 😭 & then all the girls + the boys meet baby mia 🥺🥺

Missin this series 🥺 check out Make Me Love You in my bio for more of this ☺️

"Shit…" Tom stumbles, eyes still puffy from sleep, hair still a mess, and you're pretty sure the shoes he just put on are reversed but… he's ready for this baby and with the pain you're currently in, so are you. He grabs your hand and the baby bag by the door before he's heading out, unlocking the car. He takes a deep breath, 

"Can't believe we'll be bringing our baby girl home in the same car we fucked in in college." He murmurs. You groan, 

"The thought of sex right now makes me want to give you a vasectomy myself." He swallows, not responding before he's helping you into the car. It's deep breaths all the way to the hospital and you can hear Tom's phone vibrate with the texts from the group chat, following his announcement that you were in fact, in labor. 

Tom let's you squeeze his hand, coaxing you through the pain as you push. He strokes sweaty strands of hair from your face, 

"Doing so good darling. You're almost there." He tells you, kissing your cheek. And he's right. In two more pushes, a wail cuts the air, and Tom glances up to see his baby girl being laid on a towel. He's quickly handed scissors to cut her umbilical cord before she's ushered away to be cleaned and have her vitals taken. 

Soon enough, the three of you are left alone, Tom watching you drag your top down, your little girl latching to your nipple without a hitch. He worms his way behind you, resting his chin over your shoulder. He watches Mia suckle, your head coming to rest back against his shoulder, 

"You two are so beautiful." He murmurs, kissing your jaw. You hum, 

"I don't feel beautiful. I feel gross." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You could never be gross. You'll always be beautiful. And look at this." He reached out and strokes Mia's head, "How could you feel gross when you just brought this into the world?" He poses. Glancing up at him, he stares down at her for a moment longer before his eyes meet yours,

"She is pretty perfect huh?" You pose. He nods,

"Almost as perfect as her mother."

"No, she's much more perfect than her mommy. Look at that little face." You trail a finger across her cheek. He smiles, 

"She is very beautiful darling." He mumbles. Laying your head back against his shoulder, you sigh, 

"That was… the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I am so tired." You murmur. He kisses your bare shoulder, 

"You deserve the world ya know." You hum, 

"I deserve sleep. You can have your skin to skin because I'm about to pass out." He chuckles, 

"Once she's done feeding, I'll take her." He tells you. You nod. 

It doesn't take long for her to finish and stare up at the both of you so inquisitively, it makes your heart heart. Tom takes her once he's shed his shirt and once you've snapped a few photos of the two of them, it's easy to slip into peaceful, much needed sleep.

A few days later, you're discharged, watching Tom strap your little girl into her carseat. You smile down at him, 

"Look at that Mia, mommy isn't the only girl that can crumble your daddy to his knees." He grumbles, sighing when you brush your fingers along his shoulder,

"I'm kidding love. Promise." He nods before he's standing straight, hoisting the car seat up. You coo down at your baby who stares up at you with gorgeous, sparkling, chocolate eyes. Tom slings your baby bag over his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes at the backpack you sling over your own shoulder, 

"Tommy, it has stupid stuff in it. It's light." He swallows and nods, 

"Fine…" He takes your hand and leads you out of the room, keeping a close eye on you until Mia is strapped into the middle seat, and you're buckled in beside her. 

Of course he drives way under the speed limit, but it's fine because with Mia's fingers wrapped around one of your own and her eyes blinking in the light while she suckles her pacifier, you're lost in her. Soon enough, he's parking, taking her carseat and the duffel up the stairs to your apartment. He toes the door open, leading you inside. Once you set foot in the door, you gasp, 

"Surprise!" The group yells, Tom's smile somehow widening. You gasp, 

"Guys…" Ivey giggles before she's trotting forward, pulling you into her arms. She spots Mia, cooing as she crouches in front of Tom to see her in her little carseat. Keaton has moved to pull you into his arms, kissing your temple, 

"How are you feeling?" He asks. You nod,

"Fine. Sore but… she's worth it." You explain to him. He smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulders as Cole's hand slides across your lower back, 

"Oh my goodness… hi sweet girl. She is gorgeous guys." Ivey says. Tom smiles before he's setting her down and unclipping her from her carseat, 

"Would you like to hold her?" He asks Ivey who looks up at him, teary eyed,

"Really?" Tom nods,

"Course." Tom can tell that the hormones from being so early into her own pregnancy has her weepy. Harrison comes to stand behind her as she takes your baby girl into her arms, cradling her close, 

"Your mommy's bump was so big but you're so tiny baby girl." She tells her. Tom chuckles, watching his best friend's wife, and his wife's best friend coddle his first baby, 

"She really is. My biceps are bigger than she is." Harrison murmurs, 

"And that's why she's small." Tom tells him. He reaches out and smacks your husband, 

"Asshole." Keaton sits down on the couch with you still under his arm. Cole takes the seat next to you, gesturing to Tom, 

"How was he?" You nod, 

"Good. He was a great partner to have. Super supportive. And whenever I needed sleep, he took her." He nods,

"Good." You nod, watching Tom stroke little tufts of hair from your daughter's forehead as she rests her head over Ivey's shoulder. You smile, 

"He's gonna be an amazing dad." You murmur. Keaton nods, 

"I believe it." 

"Yeah… he's decent enough." Cole murmurs. You giggle, resting your head over his shoulder. He sighs, 

"Mom would be… so proud of you." He tells you. You smile, 

"I know." Scarlett comes to sit in Cole's lap, his arms binding around her as she leans in and hugs you, 

"You and Holland made the most beautiful little girl. She's so perfect and we're all obsessed and I wanna know when it's my turn to take her and love her." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot all at once. Don't you think the new parents should have their fill of her first? Besides… all she'll do is sleep, you wait until she's like two, fill her with sweets, and then drop that ticking time bomb back off here." You glare at your older brother who shrugs,

"Strictly to her father though. Not her mother because I'd like to keep my balls." You roll your eyes, 

"It'll always fall back on me." 

"Hey, that's not true. We're a team." Tom mumbles, nearing you. You stare up at him as he leans in and kisses you softly, 

"We're a team." He reiterates. You nod, 

"Yeah, fine." Ivey and Harrison share the chair in the corner, one of his hands pressed to her belly, the other cradling Mia's head. You smile at them,

"Speaking of great parents." Tom nods as he slides down to the floor. You run your fingers through his hair. Cole nudges your side, 

"And just like that, you're a mom." You smile,

"And just like that she's got a protective little crew." Cole nods, 

"Three step moms and four step dads." You giggle and nod, 

"The best." With everyone crowded into your living room, pawing all over your new baby girl, it's just like old times. It's just like college, add a baby girl. And it's perfect. 

[fearlessonthecoast]

Something I could get used to. I could get used to this. It's getting harder to leave it. Your lips on my lips. Woah, I can't believe it. How good it could be. Didn't wanna believe it. But now you are all I see. Hey, wait a minute. No, you can't do this to me. Wait a minute. No, that's not fair. Hey, wait a minute. You're on me like jewelry. I really like you, but I'm so scared. Why'd you have to go and make me like you? Yeah, this is a feeling I'm not used to. Why'd you have to go and make me like you? I'm so mad at you 'cause now you got me missing you. Why'd you have to go and make me like you? Yeah, this is a feeling I'm not used to. Why'd you have to go and make me like you? I'm so mad at you 'cause now you got me missing you.

Make Me Like You by Gwen Stefani

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [Alternative Scene]

Warnings: angstyyy, mentions of babies, mentions of basically alcoholism, Tom's a sad sap, a sexual innuendo

Word Count: 2,556

Author's Note: So, this is supposed to be an alternative to if reader had stayed in New York following the main climactic drama. It is super angsty and there won't be a follow up because it was just a little scene I thought up while I was originally writing MMLY. But for those of you that enjoy angst, this one's for you ;)

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He can't believe it's you. Cole finally gave him something to work with. With just a small Google search, Tom had found out where Keaton had you held. Cole knew he'd given him just what he needed because he'd added, "don't expect to just go back to how it was Holland. Things are different." Tom had just nodded, but of course nothing could've prepared him for this. 

He's watching you giggle as you lean up on your toes and kiss a brunette that leans into you, wide smile on his lips. It's crazy how your taste is all across the radar. Tom lives in jeans, t-shirts, and sweats. This guy is in a sweater vest, a button up underneath, slacks, fancy shoes, and a nice jacket. His hair is slicked back and he's spectacularly clean shaven. It's crazy watching you, someone Tom has been so infatuated with for over a year now, kissing and showing someone else the love he's swore has always been for him. He has to take a deep breath before he dives in headfirst, looking you up and down as he tries to calm his heart. 

Even you look much fancier than you used to. You're in a jacket similar to the man you're with, a sweater dress and tights holding you together. And Tom genuinely can't believe his eyes at the belly that protrudes from your jacket. It's swollen and he can't believe he's never put the pieces together from what Cole's said about being an uncle. You're the reason he's going to be an uncle. As if Tom needed something else to further shatter his heart, 

"Hey... Y/N." Tom calls finally, drawing not only your eyes to him, but the man before you, who holds your hands in his as you turn in shock, 

"Tom..." His eyes trail your body for a moment, pausing on your belly again before his eyes shoot back up to yours. You can see the pain, glancing back at the man with you, who places a hand at your lower back, 

"Hi." 

"What are you doing here?" Your new boyfriend follows as you move forward, towards your old flame who still makes your heart race just a little bit faster, 

"I uhh... I was gonna head home for the holidays and thought... why not stop here, see if I could find you, see how you're doing." He tells you. You nod, glancing back up at your brunette, 

"Yeah, I'm good. This is Keaton. Keaton, this is Tom." Tom watches a lightbulb go off in the taller man's head. He can't help but think that the bastard is putting the pieces together, realizing that the only reason he has you is because Tom fucked up. Envy courses through your ex, 

"Hi." 

"What's up man?" Tom gives a tight-lipped smile before he looks back to you, 

"And you... you're..." 

"Pregnant, yeah, about seven and a half months. We're having a boy." You tell him, placing a hand on your belly. Tom nods, swallowing, eyes finding your bump again, 

"Well you look great. Cole mentioned being an uncle but... shit... I never..." He trails off and you nod, 

"Yeah, Keaton and I didn't really mess around with this. Well... I guess we did, we have a son on the way but-" 

"So are you guys like..." 

"Engaged? No. I didn't want people thinking we got engaged or married because I got pregnant so... we're gonna wait and he's going to surprise me." You explain. Tom nods, chewing the inside of his cheek. He's quiet and it scares you. Things didn't particularly go well. You know he's been single, you know he's been depressed. You've heard about him drinking himself into a stupor numerous times, back to his old ways of sleeping around. The girls have told you. Of course you hate it, but you and Keaton have something different. You have no doubt in your mind that someone can have more than one soulmate, but you just so happen to have found Keaton's love for you more endearing. He's never hurt you like Tom has. You turn to your boyfriend, 

"Ke... why don't you go get us some hot chocolate. I'm gonna... catch up okay?" You pose. His blue eyes search yours before he's nodding, glancing at the man before you, 

"It was nice to meet you Tom." Tom nods, 

"You too." He murmurs before Keaton is spinning, allowing you to loop your arm in Tom's, his hands in his pockets as he walks you further down the walkway. You sigh, 

"How have you been?" You ask. He glances down at you, his eyes searching yours until you look away, 

"I've been fucking miserable and it seems to just be getting worse." He admits, 

"Don't say that." 

"It has. I had everything with you. I was happy, I finally loved a girl that walked into my life and then I made a mistake and I chased you right into the arms of another guy. And now... now you're pregnant. There's no coming back from this." He explains. You stare straight ahead, chewing the inside of your lip. Just like always, your baby boy kicks out to make himself known. Keaton has always said he's going to be a handful and you think he's one of the only people able to keep up with it. You glance up at Tom's profile again, 

"We've been talking about coming back to Seattle." You admit, watching Tom glance down at you again, "Keaton has a friend out there he could get on with and I... I kinda... dropped out of school. I was... going to NYU and then I got pregnant and... I've been so sick. This is like the first time I actually have been able to leave the house because I've just been vomiting. So... I wanna get back into the swing of things. Go back to school. And NYU is so preppy. I hate it. I want to go back to U of W." You admit. You can see his eyes lighten a little hearing you might be coming back. Of course, he's a ladies man. He has thoughts racing through his mind about how to get you back. Even if you do have a son are you and Keaton so serious? You giggle, placing a hand over your belly, 

"We talked so much about kids, I always thought it'd be you I was with, doing this with, but Keaton is... he means everything to me right now. He means the world to me and this little squishy thing." You tell Tom who nods, 

"You do look beautiful." 

"God... I don't know how he does it. I literally have to have him help me in the shower because of how big this belly is and he just... he's still so enamored." You admit, 

"I would be too." Tom says, turning to face you. Your arm slips from his, "I'd do it because you mean everything to me and-" 

"Tom please..." His eyes meet yours again and he can see how glassy yours are, "please don't do this. I- I can't think about you and what happens for any amount of time before I just break down-" 

"And that doesn't tell you something? Y/N, we were in love. I'm still madly in love with you-" 

"We were in love. You're the one that fucked that up. You hurt me and I had to come back here and start over and how long did it take you to find me? It's been over a year." 

"You think I wasn't trying? I've been working my ass off, I've been bugging your brother. He punched me in the face Y/N. I fucking... drink myself to death on a regular basis just to forget about what happened and how I'll never get you back because look at you. Your dad is probably so proud of you for returning to your roots, with a little rich lover you don't have to lift a finger." 

"Don't... don't you dare. You know it was never like that. I loved you so fucking much and you're the one that hurt me. I didn't get to choose." 

"It was a kiss Y/N. I know that's cheating, I know I fucked up but you flew halfway across the world to escape me over a kiss. Have you ever thought about that? About how dramatic it was? You could've gone to Cole's and I would've never known. Your brother cares more about you than your dad does and you hurt him too. Given... he'd blame me but... you left him too. And you left the girls and now you're here and you're a mum and you'll be a wife before you know it and it's not with me like we always talked about. Here I am... letting a woman break me again. I let you in and now I'm just... back to square one, having to pick up the pieces and pretend like it doesn't affect me." He says, taking a deep breath as tears run down his cheeks. Tears have started to run down yours too as you stare up at him, 

"That's not fair." 

"You're right. Its not. Not for me and not for you. Even if you were to come back to Seattle, I'd never have you again. This is how your life will be and... this is how mine'll be." 

"That isn't true-" 

"Isn't it? How can I ever get over you? How could I ever stop thinking about you, about what we could've been if I'd've just fucking... stopped." He tells you, hanging his head. You reach out, placing a cold hand on his cheek, 

"Its not a competition. Part of the reason I've even thought about coming back was you and the girls and Harrison and Cole. I can't stay away from you guys. I miss you guys like crazy. I don't want to lose you as friends. I don't want to lose you Tom." You tell him, taking his hand in your free one. He sighs and nods, sniffling, 

"Yeah..." 

"And... you and Phoebe could-" 

"Oh come on Y/N. I couldn't do that. She'd know it was just out of convenience and that I'm not over her best friend and I'd know she always felt bad for me. Besides... she'd never date me knowing what I do to girls." 

"Hey, who knows, maybe she'd be the one to get your ass in check." You tell him. You both laugh, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. He sighs, 

"I guess this is just... my punishment. I didn't learn with Delilah, you're my punishment." Moving forward, you press your forehead to his, 

"Don't do that. You are worth more than you'll ever know. Whoever gets you is so fucking lucky Tom Holland." He sniffles again, reaching up to brush tears away, 

"I'll always wish it was with you though." He murmurs, squeezing your hand. You smile, 

"I know. But hey... if I move back, you'll have a little one just like me to help raise." You reason. Jealousy is fraught in his veins, driving him crazy. He nods, reaching his free hand up, glancing up into your eyes and asking permission silently. Once you nod, he places his hand over your belly, 

"Do you have a name for him yet?" He ask as he rubs softly, remembering the way your bare skin felt under his hand. Your smile widens and Tom can't believe that you really just forgot about all you and Tom have had together, 

"We're thinking Nicholas. Nicholas Oakley. That's Keaton's middle name." Tom nods, 

"Cute." You nod in return, turning and walking him back up the bridge. You can see Keaton standing at the end, two cups held in his hands. He sighs, 

"You picked a real winner." 

"He's actually really great. I think once we get back there you guys are really gonna enjoy him. He's funny." Tom knows it isn't true. Regardless of how good of a guy Keaton is, Tom will always wish he was in his place. He'll always be jealous of what Keaton has with you, 

"Just tell me you're happy." He says, glancing down at you, 

"I'm happy. I have an amazing boyfriend, a beautiful little boy on the way, and I have you guys, my best friends. My son is going to be so lucky to have you guys." You tell him. He nods, squeezing your now warm hand in his. Keaton glances up as you near, eyes cast down to your clasped hands. He smiles when he meets your eyes, 

"Nice little walk since you normally don't leave the apartment." 

"I know, that's what I was just telling Tom. I'm hoping he isn't as big of a nightmare once he's born as he was when I was pregnant." The three of you share a laugh before Tom turns to you, 

"I'd love if you came back but... I don't know that I'll ever love someone the way I do you." He tells you. You smile, reaching up again to caress his cheek, 

"I'll always love you too T." Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, his lips lingering and when he pulls back, you see fresh trails of tears down his cheeks, 

"I'll see ya Y/N." He passes, fresh tears bombarding your eyes as he passes Keaton and tells your boyfriend, 

"Please just take care of her." Keaton nods before Tom is continuing down the bridge, disappearing into the night and you fight to not start sobbing. Keaton sighs as he walks up behind you leaning in to kiss your cheek. You sigh, clearing tears away, turning to take a cup from him and cradle it in your cold hands. Keaton's baby blue find yours, 

"You alright?" You nod, clearing more tears away, 

"Course. It's just hard when I was so in love with him and then he... hurt me, ya know? I never got my heart mended. I kinda just... drug you into it." 

"You didn't drag me into it babe. I helped myself to it very happily." Smiling up at him, he leans in to kiss you softly. You sigh, 

"I'm fully aware. I'm seven months pregnant dummy." He chuckles softly, 

"And still so fucking hot. My own little milf." 

"Oh my god..." You reach up and swat his cheek as he cackles, "Absolutely asinine. I'm done. I'm going to that dinner reservation by myself." You tell him. His laughter turns into a hum as he wraps his arms around you, hands placed over your belly. 

Of course your heart aches. You've always loved Tom. You still love Tom. But the cards weren't in your favor. You have something special with Keaton and you and him are beginning a beautiful life together. You've often thought about Tom and your heart felt absolutely decimated, but with Keaton around, its a little easier. Of course you'll strive to move back to Seattle. You want him in your life. You miss him. You miss your girls and your brother. But it won't ever be the same. Rather than being that dad he always saw himself as with you, at best, he'd be an uncle. And you know that'll kill him. You know that just won't be good enough.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

So... would yall like an angsty alternative MMLY scene today? 😬

[mrs-hollandstan]

Okay but hear me out, all of the MMLY kids growing up and being friends in college like they were? 😭

Okay but... don't think about some of the kids dating/getting married too. Don't think about that, because that's totally not a thing that would happen seeing as they've all been best friends since they were born.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Part 34 of MMLY is heading into the 8k as far as word count goes.

[mrs-hollandstan]

So from what I've planned, I have 4 parts left of MMLY (excluding the one coming Thursday but including the epilogue and I- 🥺🥺 how am I supposed to move on from this?