tom holland + peter parker

we march T.H.

request: tom x actress reader where she's a big feminist and he's just so so so proud of her

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"No, it's not about wanting to rule men. It's about being equal to men," You gesture in a way that's easy to understand. You're close to the audience members, a brave gentlemen asking a question about your stance on 'politics,' and why you went to a Women's March last month.

"We've spent so long in..." You hum, rubbing your palms on your thighs and exhaling in thought. "Work environments and neighborhoods where women are treated as these... these things that happen to work just as well as men. I'm afraid some of us have grown in such misogynistic environments that we don't know what's normal and what should be unnormalized."

"I march because I love women, not because I hate men." You eye the crowd, lips pursing. "I know that's a whole thing," You switch voices for interpretation purposes, a few audience members giggling. "'Kill all men!' and 'women are better!'" You sigh, "I just hope to work alongside men and not be treated as this damsel in distress that can't do anything for herself. I love women — especially my women of color out there — and I love what we do and why we work and that we work hard and honestly."

You smile sweetly, bringing it back around for the full circle. "I want women in positions of power, and women doing stereotypical 'male' jobs. I want people like me to be more successful so that those little girls out there can see that one day, they can do that. I want people like me to be more successful so that little boys watching at home can realize it's not a bad thing for women to be better than them at something and that it's not- that it's not an intimidating experience but rather an experience they can learn more from. I want a movie with women as all the main characters — and not some princess movie or a rom com with another boy. I want to work on a real movie with a real plot, and I want women on screen for all those people to witness."

"As far as why I march," You sigh again. "I march for those who can't. I march for the women and the gays and the people of color who marched before me. I march because I have feet."

Somebody hoots and hollers in the background, and eventually the crowd cheers and claps start going around. You smile, shying away from the appraise, attempting to calm everyone down. You make eye contact with Tom, who's standing by the edge of the set, out of view of everyone but you. He offers a soft smile, one you mirror, and he sends you a kiss with his hand.

Eventually, the interview session ends and you're hopping off the chair, padding your way off the set and into the arms of your loving boyfriend. He smiles, engulfing you with both arms while he guides the two of you to your dressing room.

He kisses your head a second time while you smile into his chest, arms wrapped around his middle.

"'M so proud of you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," He smiles bashfully with a blush. "You were great out there. That marching statement? Babe, you fucking blew me away."

You laugh, scratching your neck. "You don't think it was too much?"

"No!" he shakes his head furiously. "I think all those little girls need someone like you."

"Really?" You glance up from making a cup of tea for both of you. Your eyes are hopeful and Tom almost melts at the doe-likeness of them, cooing.

"Yeah. I needed someone like you," He admits. "And look at how good I am now."

The two of you share a chuckle, and as you hand him the mug, you mutter something before you take a sip. "Yeah, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"You're a troublemaker, Tom. That's all you know how to do."

"Well," he gasps dramatically. "I'm your troublemaker."

"You did not just say that."

He pouts, "I thought it was cute."

"It was cliche, that's what it was."

His lip juts out further, "I thought you loved cliche."

"No," You smile, grabbing his hand. "But I love being cliche with you."

"See, that was cliche."

"Tom!"