Telling His Fans (Tom Holland)

andie-in-tumblland:

Hey, so this is my first fanfic ever. Constructive feedback would be lovely.

Warnings: anxiety

     “Okay, but what if-”
     “I’m stopping you right there, I know what you’re about to say, you’ve said it twelve times now. It doesn’t matter what they’ll say, what matters is that I love you and a bunch of rude fans won’t change that.” Tom said as he tried to ease your nerves about the picture he had just posted of you and him. He was using the picture to announce his relationship with you to his growing fanbase.
    “I know, I believe you, it’s just…I’ve seen the awful things they comment about females in general and you know how I am about things like that. It gets to me, you know?” You glanced at his phone on the coffee table in front of you both, it was already blowing up with notifications of what his fans thought. Anxiety bubbling in your stomach as you thought about the negative things they could be saying.
     “Y/N, you’re beautiful, you’re funny, intelligent, witty, caring, and so much more. They may or may not see it, but I most certainly do.“  He smiled lovingly at you as he pulled you into a side hug while seated on the sofa, your head rested on his shoulder.
     ”…Okay… but what if-“
     “Y/N. Stop it.” Tom chuckled as he pinched your hip. “I’m going to look at the comments now and at least read the first one, okay?” He told you as he slowly reached for his phone.
    Your knees were now pulled up to your chin, arms wrapped tightly around your folded legs. You watched Tom’s deep brown eyes scan the screen, they crinkled at the corners when he let out a short laugh at what was probably a comment.
    “Oh crap, what does it say?” You groaned as you buried your face into your knees.
    “The first comment is just ‘first’. It happens all the time, even if they aren’t first. Gets me everytime.” He shook his head with a smile.
    “Tom!” You scolded as you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that to me!” Your nerves kicking back up.
    “What? Oh yea- here, the first actual comment is actually pretty nice, ‘as long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy for you’. Here’s this one, ‘WOW she’s so beautiful, you both look so happy together! Congrats!’. See Y/N, don’t worry about it.” He smiled as he hugged your curled up form.
    “You just read two of them and skipped the mean ones.” You huffed while looking at the wall ahead of you.
    “That I did, particularly because I knew you’d read them later tonight when you think I’m not looking. I see you stalk my account and my tag.” He said with a smirk. “Why do you have ‘tom holland x reader’ saved to your tumblr seaches anyway?” He grinned as he began to tickle you.
     “I don’t!-” you struggled for a full breath of air, “know what you’re talking about!” You finally rushed out while laughing.
    “Oh how I love you,” Tom sighed as he pulled you into a hug, the side of your head pressed to his chest, his steady heart beat calming you down. “Just promise before you read them, let me know when so I can be with you. I don’t want you to be alone when you see them. I may not know exactly how hard it is, but let me be there to at least hold you through it. Please.” He whispered to you as he tenderly kissed the top of your head.
    “I promise.”

*later that night*

    “….how often do these girls call you daddy? I don’t even call you daddy. Why are they always so horny?” You sat against the headboard of your bed, phone in hand, bowl of popcorn on your lap.
    Tom sat across from you, face hidden in his hands, blanket covering most of his form. “I don’t know, I can’t control them!”
    “I have no idea what I was worried about, this is hilarious.” You smirked at your phone as you continued to scroll.