How About The Holland Brothers Being Very Protective Of The Reader (shes Their Sister) Even Though Shes

how about the holland brothers being very protective of the reader (she’s their sister) even though she’s 18, but they don’t like her boyfriend or something

Protective

a/n: i’m sorry if you requested this a while ago. i hope this is good. this is my first time writing tom holland sister fics…

warnings: angst, fluff, couple of curse words

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Y/N started dating a boy named Brad, he was known for his looks and ways with girls. She had developed a huge crush on him and he took the opportunity to gain more popularity, being that she was related to Tom Holland. 

“Y/N! He’s using you. Can’t you see? It’s so obvious!” Sam groans.

“Don’t be so mean to her, Sam. She really likes him,” Harry glares at Sam. “Look Y/N/N, we are just trying to protect you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he is using you for the fame,” Harry says gently.

“Why can’t you guys be happy for me! He likes me and I like him! Not everything is about Tom and how he’s “oh, so famous.” Brad cares for me, goddamnit!” She shouted, frustrated.

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice appeared, “as bad as it sounds, they’re right. It’s Brad’s reputation that he cares about. I’m sorry.”

“No! I’m- He couldn’t! He said he cared! That he loved me!” Y/N’s tears roll down her face.

They sat together on the couch comforting her for the rest of the day, convincing her to break up with Brad. When she did, she realized her brothers had been telling her the truth and she had felt terrible for yelling at them. They, of course, forgave her and she was glad she had brothers as great as them.

cake

a/n: while I was making crepe cakes today, this idea popped in my head, oops I’m so dirty XD

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom being a hornball

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You were making crepes to later on build into a layered cake, while Tom sat on the couch, watching Love Island.

“How are the crepes going, love?” Tom shouted over the loud television.

“I keep messing up,” you sighed, “but I’m going to keep trying.”

“This is why Sam cooks,” he laughs.

You poured more batter onto the pan, “I can cook, too, you know. I’m just not as professional,” you flipped the crepe, “yes,” you cheered as it was your first success.

“You’re not even close to professional, darling,” he chuckled, teasing you.

“Keep demeaning me and my cooking skills and you won’t get to have my cake, darling,” you huffed, mimicking him.

You heard shuffling behind you and suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Tom, what are you doing?” You rolled your eyes, turning back to face him.

“Holding you,” he kissed your cheek.

“You’re trying to get some cake. I knew it! You’re just to weak to admit it.”

“I’m not weak. I can prove it to you,” he took a step back, turning you to face him, “I, Tom Holland, love your cakes. I especially love this one,” he turned her back around and smacked your ass.

“Tom,” you gasped.

“I’m serious, you’ve got the best ass ever,” he grazed his hand over your plump bottom.

You flushed, “Stop it, Tommy, anyone can walk in.”

“I’m not starting anything, just admiring my girlfriend’s wonderful ass.”

He walked away, swaying his hips, mocking you. You simply replied with the roll of your eyes and continued to make your crepes.

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.”

Listen, Starstruck is one of the most iconic original Disney movies EVER and is heavily underrated. Yes, it may be a bit cringe looking back at it but its still an amazing film.I'm glad you showed this movie some love in your recent fic. I also wanted to say I love your work and hope you keep doing what your doing! :)

right? I was watching it last night and i couldn’t help but write a fix about it. It truly is one of my favorites and it deserves the recognition. thank you so much 🥰

laundry day

a/n: this took me like 2-3 hours to write - oops - i came up with this idea when i was drawing in my sketchbook, hopefully it’s good because it’s already 4 am lol

pairing: college!flirt!tom holland x nerdy!reader

warnings: foul language, kind of sexual not really, tom being a dick and a flirt, y/n has a shitty day, rip harry is such good friend

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pt.1 | pt.2

After a long day, you headed back to your dorm, taking a bath a soon as you got back. You had planned on going to the library to do some late night studying, or just reading, after your bath. Unfortunately, it was laundry day and you only had a white, cropped camisole and a short skirt, that was too short to be worn anywhere, left in your closet. You groaned having no other choice than to take those. 

The day had been terrible for you. You had been assigned stacks on stacks of papers that were either due by the end of the week or 3 weeks, maximum. Then, when you were rushing to get your lunch, some ass cut in front of you and took at least 30 minutes to order, resulting in you not having any lunch and rushing to your class. After that class, you had 15 minutes to get to your next lecture, so you decided to get yourself a coffee. Thankfully, you were able to order this time with no interruption, but when you were walking to the lecture hall, a curly brunette “accidentally,” and harshly, bumped your shoulder, making you drop the coffee in your hand. You cried out, feeling your anger succumb your every emotion.

“Dude,” you exclaimed.

You were never the kind to fight back, but today had already been so shitty for you that you’d snapped.

The brunette grinned, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“My ass,” you rolled your eyes, clenching your fists at your side, “look, buddy, today has already been a very shitty day for me, so if you wouldn’t mind, at least sound sincere when you apologize for fucking spilling my only source of energy.”

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he laughed, not taking a single word you had said seriously.

“You know what? Just fuck off,” you stomped away, remembering that you still had to get to your next lecture.

He snickered behind you as you walked away, clearly finding amusement in your indignation. 

That brings you to where you are now: heading to library in a skimpy outfit with a strap of your book bag clinging onto your right shoulder. By now it was 8 P.M. and you still hadn’t gotten any food to eat. Although your stomach was growling louder than a predatory animal sensing danger, you were determined to get to the only place you could seek peace: the library. 

As you walked in, Harry, one of your close friends was eyeing you weirdly. He had volunteered to work at the library, seeing he could do his homework and study there, as well as get in a few aesthetic pictures.

“What are you wearing?” His eyebrows furrowed, scanning your outfit.

“Don’t judge, it’s laundry day and today fucking sucked,” you groaned loudly, knowing that no one would be at the library at such a late time of day.

Your stomach growled, “You got a lion in your shirt, or shall I say piece of fabric?” 

“I haven’t eaten lunch or dinner at all today,” you slouched, dropping your bag to the floor, “got anything I could eat?”

“Of course, I got to have a snack or twenty if I’m going to be working till 10 P.M,” he handed you two large energy bars, “you’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you pulled a chair over to the circulation desk, where Harry was seated.

“I know,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing you book bag, pulling out Pride and Prejudice, one of your favorites. You opened the book to the page you left off on and began reading. Harry had gone back to studying and taking pictures, mostly of you.

“Harry,” a voice boomed as it entered. 

You had only gotten 45 minutes to read in peace. You mentally and probably physically banged your head with the book.

“Are you ready to go?” The voice continued. 

As you listened closely, you realized you’d heard to voice before. You just couldn’t put your finger on who it was. 

“I still have 1 hour left, Tom,” Harry stated.

You lifted your head in the direction of the familiar stranger. It was curly brunette, the one who had knocked your coffee out of your hand and given zero fucks about it.

“Who’s there, Harry?” you asked, staying hidden in your seat. 

“Just my older brother, Tom. I don’t talk about him much ‘cause he’s a dick,” he said, raising his voice at the end, making sure Tom could hear him.

“Right, I’m the dick,” Tom mumbled to himself before snapping back, “call me another name and I won’t be giving you a ride home tonight. Also, who’s the girl?”

“Y/N, she’s my friend,” he replied, paying no mind to his brother.

Tom brought it upon himself to scope you out. He wandered through the isles of books and looked at all the seats in the library, finally finding you to be sitting with his brother. His eyes scanned your body, admiring the suddenly too tight tank top and short skirt on you.

“Hey, coffee girl,” he winked.

“You know Tom?” Harry glanced at you, confused.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he’s a douche who can suck and choke on his own dick,” you had tensed and your anger from the afternoon had started rising again. 

“I’m sure you’d like to,” his stance not faltering.

“Son of a bitch,” you simply flipped him off, not wanting to put anymore effort into him than necessary. 

He chuckled and brought a chair over to sit himself next to you. The warmth of his body was radiating off of him. 

“Pride and Prejudice, a classic. I’ve never read it, though. Would you say the 2005 film was worthy of its positive reviews?” Tom tried to start a conversation, but you ignored him, scooting your chair away from his.

“C’mon, darling, if you’re still mad about the coffee, I can make it up to you,” this peeked your interest.

“How so?” You asked, placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“You and me, tomorrow at 12 P.M, that french café near the garden. See you then?” He offered, arching his brow.

You sat silently, thinking about it, “Fine, but don’t think that this is a date.”

He grabbed a pen and post it, writing his contact information on it, “Whatever you want, princess.” 

You snatched the paper out of his hand and began packing your bags. Forgetting that you were wearing practically a strip of fabric around your waist, you bent over and grabbed your bag, giving Tom a great view of your ass and the black, lace panties you wore.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, your skirt.”

Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh shit, sorry.”

You stood up straight, pulling the skirt down as far as possible and started to head out before a voice stopped you.

“Also, feel free to wear that tomorrow,” Tom winked one last time before letting you walk away.

Your face was burning red and you couldn’t help but let your giggle slip through your lips. You were sure gonna wear this tomorrow.

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.