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➽ pairing: tom holland x stan!fem!reader (y/n)
➽summary: when you find out you're pregnant, you worry about how tom and your brother will react.
➽ word count: 1.6k
➽ warnings: angst, pregnancy, a lot of exposition that doesn't matter tbh-----
Sebastian stood at the door to your room, just looking. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you had moved in with him, when you were just the smallest thing. Pink skirt and pigtails, toting your dolly with you. He had been young when you were born, but still an adult; he was in college, living in the dorms when his mother had called him and told him the good news. He remembered the day you were born: he had been sitting in a lecture when his little flip phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was his stepdad, your father, telling him that his sister was coming. He left the lecture early and made it to the hospital just in time to be the first person to hold you. He was instantly devoted.
You moved in with him when you were six. His mom had told him that she needed to move back to Romania and that she planned to bring you, and panic had filled his chest. "No, no," he said. "Sh-She just started school! She doesn't speak the language, she's making all kinds of friends here! Mom, you can't relocate her, you just can't."
"What else can we do?" your mother asked. "Are you going to watch her?"
A month later, Sebastian was your legal guardian. He came to school plays and parent-teacher conferences, he cleaned up your skinned knees, and he read you stories every night. The two of you had gotten into a habit of falling asleep next to each other, and it got to the point where the bed felt too empty without you. Too cold, too lonely.
When you were twelve, you and Sebastian moved into a new apartment. It was bigger and better suited for two people, and you got a big-girl room. You started sleeping in your own bed, but you had no idea the effect it had on your brother. He couldn't sleep without you next to him, digging your heels into his back and taking up all the blankets. So, he picked his happy ass up out of bed and, making sure to bring his own blanket, came to linger in your doorway. "I... I can't sleep without you," he mumbled.
"You're a grown man, Seb," you said; he was always amazed at the little lady you had become, a smart girl with a biting sarcasm, even when you were little.
"Yeah, and every night for the past six years, I've had your feet in my back," Sebastian said. He settled into your bed next to, and added, "Now, move over, munch, or I'll drag you back to mine."
Sebastian leaned his head against the doorframe, looking at the room. The walls had once been pink but were now an off-white, more becoming of a young woman, and the band posters were replaced with art prints and collages of you with your friends. Sure, he knew everybody grew up eventually, and he liked you as an adult, but sometimes he missed the little girl who was missing her two front teeth.
The door to the apartment slammed closed, and Sebastian unwillingly pulled himself from his daydream. "Hey, munch!" he called. "How was Tom?"
Back on Valentine's Day, when you told him about you and Tom, he was instantly thrilled. Even though he outwardly seemed like he didn't like Tom, he knew that Tom would treat you like the princess you were. And, for the past few months, he had been. Flowers were sent to the apartment on a near-weekly basis, handwritten letters came in the mail regularly, and Sebastian often heard little giggling coming from your room when Tom would call you. He had seen you smitten over guys before, but Tom Holland was a different breed.
After a date with Tom, you were guaranteed to be talking up a storm, but you were quiet. "Munch?" Sebastian called. "Y/N?"
There was a sniffle from the living room, and a meek, "Seb?"

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