tom holland + peter parker

trust me T.H.

request: Tom's mom is worry about him dating Taylor swift!reader because of her reputation. Maybe she stands up for herself or Tom defends her

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"She's who?"

"Mom, I told you. It's Y/N L/N."

"I know, I know." She hums, something that worries Tom.

He's quite excited about finally making things official with you — not publicly, though. The two of you had gone on quite a few dates until the titles "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" were mentioned. Tom had kept it on the down low — even with his family, which was slightly bizarre with how close he is with them. Even Harry didn't know, and though the two of you didn't intend on keeping it that way, you felt more exclusive with the dynamic that way.

Except for right now; you're working today, but today was the day Tom was going to tell his family about you. Today is the day they're going to meet you, and you should be on your way right about now. Already, however, it seemed as though it wasn't going well.

"Don't give me that look?" He doesn't speak rudely, but from experience.

"What 'look'?"

"That 'I-know-what's-best-for-you' look."

Her mouth opens and closes, and then she turns to Dominic for help, but abandons the idea and turns back in Tom's direction.

"I'm just worried she's gonna get over you as fast as the others."

"The 'others?' What the fuck, mum?"

"Watch it, movie star." Tom's dad, Dominic, points a finger at the boy. "She's your mother."

"Who's being incredibly misogynistic to my girlfriend."

"Tom," She reaches for his hand, pulling him down to sit on the couch across from her armchair. "I'm just making sure this isn't as surface level as you're making it seem."

"I'm only telling you the vague details! Of course it's going to seem surface level."

"Tom," She eyes him, eyebrow raising. "She doesn't have a very good reputation."

"That's not a funny pun, mom."

"I'm not trying to joke around," Her voice doesn't falter. "From what you're telling me, I just don't think I'm going to like her much."

"Well, you don't have to like her. She's not your girlfriend, she's mine. And her reputation isn't even accurate — it's not her."

"And how can you be so sure?"

"She's not like that!" He huffs, eyes hopeless. "She's- she's caring and sweet and adorable and thoughtful and considerate. She doesn't 'go through guys quickly' or any of that nonsense. She's real, and vulnerable and human. You can't have opinions on what you don't know to be factual."

His parents make eye contact one more time, silently communicating. Tom holds his breath, lodging in his throat while he awaits whatever destiny is bound to be.

"Just be careful, okay?" His mother's slightly wrinkled hand comes down softly on his knee, alerting him that everything is out of love. He's still unsettled about the entire conversation, but he nods nonetheless.

"There's nothing to be careful about, but okay."

Just then, a knock sounds on the door, and Tom's gaze is averted from his mother to the front door. He smiles at the thought of you, skating off all nerves as he stands, making his way over to the entrance.

"Hi, love." He smiles, inviting you into his arms and into the house, kissing your forehead in content.

"Hi, baby." You whisper back, squeezing his hand before you separate. "And you must be Mr. and Mrs. Holland."

"Yes," Nikki smiles, offering her hand. "It's nice to finally... meet you." Tom rolls his eyes at her stumble, but glides on from it. "Tom was just telling us about... you."

Your smile is tight-lipped while you sit across from her. Tom's hand finds a place on your thigh, protectively and lovingly.

"I hope it was all good things." You attempt to lighten the tension, and forced laughter fills the room before it grows awkwardly quiet.

"Of course, dear." She smiles politely before taking the chance. "I just want to know what you... intend to do with Tom."

"You mean my intentions?"

"Yes," she nods. "I'd hate for him to be just another pawn for a breakup song." She laughs at herself, seemingly making a joke. Only Dominic laughs. You blink, in bewilderment and offense. Your eyes turn to Tom, and he's close to blowing his fuse.

"I don't date just to write songs about them." Your voice is crisp, sharp, and her laughter is cut short in surprise at your tone.

"Oh, of course dear, I know. Just poking fun at your reputation."

"That's funny, I don't remember my sixth studio album being about how much people judge my life."

Nikki gasps, and Tom's hand squeezes your thigh a little tighter.

"Of course not. I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way."

"Mum, you've done a lot more than just offend her. Even when she's not in the room, you're picking apart her dating life as if those experiences were shallow."

"Tom," she speaks between clenched teeth, eyes motioning towards you. "I'd really not like to discuss this right now."

"Well, that makes two of us." You stand, "I hope whatever Tom told you, you realize there's a lot more to me than my past relationships, and that I'm very serious about mine with Tom."

With sympathetic glances and guilty expressions, you lead the both of you out into the driveway, leaving his parents. You're debating if you should've walked out like the way you did, but ultimately, you decide it's better to continue that encounter another time, when everyone's cooled off and had time to think.

"Fuck," Tom's groans, pulling you into his chest, hugging you tightly, protectively, as if he'd failed as a boyfriend. "I'm sorry. That was- that was awful and you don't deserve that. I'm-"

You shush him, calming fingers rubbing his back. "'S alright. Things won't be like that forever."

"I hope not."

"Trust me," His head lays in your hands. "We'll get what we deserve."