tom holland + peter parker

fighting off the haters T.H.

request: Can you with Ag reader! where she's 19 and Tom is 24 and his fans are attacking her saying she's "too young" so she decideds to bring him to a award show just to flaunt it to the haters™, you can write it how you want!

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You had promised your manager that you would attend as many award shows and red carpet events as he wanted, as long as you didn't have to perform. You loved performing, truly you did, but the crowds at music award shows were merciless and sometimes overly critical. You felt better when you performed on tour, so you were saving your songs for that.

In hindsight, you probably should've looked into just how many award shows you'd have to go to, because with your chart rates going through the roof, you've been nominated for practically every award.

Tonight, you're going to the VMA's with Tom. You'd just recently gone public, taking it to social media and going "Instagram official," as the news outlets liked to call it. You're only a few years younger than him, and though it doesn't bother either of you, it seems to have become a thing online.

You've paid no mind to it, however. After reassurance from Tom, you've both chosen for him to accompany you on tonight's show. You suspect all of the despisers will emerge from their shells, but with Tom looking as good as he does, you really don't care.

He's dressed as if this is the Oscars, even though it's not. You're wearing a black dress, one that puffs out slightly, with a slit running down your leg. He's wearing a matching tuxedo, the two of you showing off your looks with linked arms and mirrored smiles.

As Tom emerges from the backseat of the limo, he steps aside and offers you his hand. You hear screams erupt merely at Tom's arrival, so the second you step out onto the carpet, the screams become howls and the crowds have enlarged.

After a brief moment with your stylist and your manager, you're walking in front of the paparazzi, free for them to take any pictures from all angles. You wave to a few who you know, smiling for the crowd.

Tom's fingers are on your waist, and he squeezes slightly, reassuring you that he's here and he's not going anywhere.

"Give us another pose!" Someone is yelling loudly and commandingly, and though usually you don't do what they say, this is the first time you're out with Tom. With a grin, you turn in his arms, hand going around his neck while you strike a different pose. To be dramatic, Tom dips you like a dancer, and when he brings you up again, you kiss his cheek sweetly.

Cameras flash wildly until you're dragged away and onward to the interview part. With a hand intertwined with Tom's, you lead the two of you over to your first interview of the night.

"Y/N! You're here for your many nominations on your new album and hit singles, positions and 34+35. And, I can see you've brought a date." The woman directs the microphone to you, and you chuckle, nodding breathlessly.

"Yeah, I brought my very stunning boyfriend: Tom."

He smiles into the camera, hand finding home on your waist once again. You can tell the fans might just gawk over the affection, so you try to contain your smile at least a little bit.

"How long have you been together?"

"A couple months," Tom's british accent is thick as the microphone picks up on it. You lay a hand on his chest calmly, as if it's second nature, and you wrap up this interview before moving on to the next one.

"So, you've just gone Instagram official, right?" Another interviewer begins with your relationship with Tom. You nod, humming.

"Yeah, we felt we were both ready to share it."

"How have the two of you responded to all of the... hate comments online about the age gap?"

You're bewildered at such a serious question so early on in the interview. You click your tongue in thought. "I mean, we've both sort of just... tried not to let it get to us? We're very secure, in our relationship and our feelings and where we stand on things, so I don't think it's affected us too much."

"Yeah," Tom continues with a soft smile, genuine only for you. "If it comes to it, we'll fight the haters off. But if it gets bad, we've discussed how active we'll be on social media and how public we'll be about our relationship."

"Age really isn't an issue, for us." You continue so the interviewer won't have to. "It isn't weird and the dynamic isn't purely focused on 'oh my god, you're like five years older than me.' It's just us connecting and loving each other, and that's... pretty much all we have to say about it." You finish with a smile and a breathy chuckle, Tom nodding along.

A good forty minutes later, and you're sitting in one of the many rows of seats. Tom sits beside you, hand on lap as your fingers are — once again — intertwined. They're reading off the winners for each nomination, now.

Your first nominated category is called up, and after a quiet beat of silent excitement, they call your name as the winner.

"And the winner for the best pop single is.... Y/N L/N! Congratulations." Dua Lipa reads off the winner from a golden envelope, and suddenly you're standing up quickly. You hug Tom, and he kisses your cheek, but before he can sit down again, you grab his hand and lead the two of you up the stairs.

He helps you, with your dress and with your steps, holding your hand as he guides the two of you protectively. He didn't expect you to bring him up with you, but he's not complaining.

"Just a big thank you to everyone who streams my music, to my management team, and my family and friends, of course. But also," You eye Tom, who's standing beside you with a smile. "A big thank you to this giant goofball, who's stuck with me through a whole load of shit. Love you." You smile lazily as cheers erupt, and Tom brings you up against his chest quickly, a smirk plastering his lips.

"Cheeky girl." He whispers, capturing your lips with his, giving the cameras what they've wanted all night. He doesn't overdo it, kissing you for a few seconds before the two of you embrace in a hug as you eventually make your way off stage.