Requested by lxvyvibes: Y/N is at a panel with the rest of the cast, and some people start asking rude questions directed at her. When the panel is over, Tom takes her back to his, where he and his mum comfort her.

Tom and I walked into the conference centre, our hands joined, and fingers intertwined as we walked in. A month ago, the trailer for the third 'Spider-Man' movie had come out, meaning that today marked the first panel that we were doing as the cast. I had been playing Tom's love interest, 'MJ', since the first movie, and Tom and I had also been together in real life the entire time. I loved being both his on-screen and off-screen girlfriend, and I loved working for the press that came with the movies. Though, the one thing that I always had to be prepared for was the hate that I got from fans who didn't want me as Tom's girlfriend, or as 'MJ'. My only other serious competition for the role had been Zendaya, and so a lot of fans saw me getting the role instead of her as being me having stolen it from her. Of course that wasn't true, Tom and the other members of the cast reminding me of that daily, but it was still something that I got shit for.

"You okay there, love?" I snapped out of my thoughts as Tom spoke, making me gulp and look up at him. My boyfriend raised his eyebrows at me, it being clear to him that I was daydreaming.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Ready for this panel." I chuckled nervously.

"Me too, it'll be awesome." he smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as we got to the doors of the conference room.

"They're ready for you guys." One of the members of staff nodded as they put their hand on the door handle.

"Let's do this." Tom spoke, making me nod as the doors opened and we walked in.

I sat next to Tom at the table on the stage, Jacob on the other side of me and the rest of the cast on the other side of Tom as we did the panel.

"Question over here." The host nodded as a microphone got passed to a boy who then stood up and put it to his mouth.

"I have a question for Tom. What was your favourite scene to film in any of the movies?" He asked.

"Ooh, that's a good question." Tom chuckled and nodded, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about his answer.

"There were quite a few in this one that I loved doing, but obviously I can't talk about them, so I'll actually not spoil anything for once and will stick to the first and second movies. The first one that springs to mind is from the second movie. The bridge scene at the end, where Peter and MJ find each other again. I'm sure that everyone can guess why I enjoyed filming that." He smiled as he looked at me. I playfully rolled my eyes and returned the smile, the audience making 'aw' sounds as Tom's hand landed on my thigh underneath the table.

"Great question, moving on, let's go...over here." The host nodded again as he passed the microphone to a teenage girl this time. She stood up and held it to her mouth.

"My question is for Y/N. Did you have to diet as part of your preparation for this movie, and the other ones too?" She asked. My eyebrows furrowed at the question. Out of all the questions that she could have asked about 'MJ' or the movie, she was asking about if I'd had to diet?

"Um, no, I didn't have to diet. I've always been a healthy weight, so I didn't see the need, and Jon never mentioned me having to." I chuckled and shook my head.

"Really? They didn't tell you to diet? But weren't you, like, a size twelve in the second movie?" She scoffed. The smile that I had been trying to keep on my lips started to dip, my throat gulping at the unkind line of questioning. I looked at Tom, him and the rest of the cast looking equally as confused and offended by the questions as he looked at me.

"Not that my worth as a person is to be determined by my dress size, but yes, I was a size twelve. And there was nothing about my body or size that for some reason would impede my ability to play 'MJ'." I nodded.

"Yeah, sure it didn't." She mumbled, making my eyes widen and my heart start to thump more in anxiety as she handed the microphone back and sat back down.

"Well, that was particularly unpleasant." Tom mumbled into my ear. I gulped and nodded at him, his hand reassuringly massaging my thigh to help calm me down as the microphone got passed onto another teenage girl. She stood up and looked at me.

"My question is also for Y/N. Do you feel like you were honestly the best choice for who was going to play 'MJ'?" She asked. I gulped harshly, tears pricking my eyes at these fucking horrible questions.

"I-I mean, I don't want to sound arrogant or anything, but I was up against some extremely good actresses and yet, I was still picked. I wouldn't have been picked by Jon and the other producers and directors if I hadn't been seen as the best fit for 'MJ'." I stated.

"But you were up against so many better people, like Zendaya, for example-."

"I'm sorry, I know that this is Y/N's question, but I have to interject here." Tom chuckled nervously as he sat forward. I gulped and looked at him, my heart racing and my eyes desperately trying not to let the tears go at what was being asked.

"Y/N wouldn't have been cast as 'MJ' if she wasn't seen as perfect for the role. I can promise you that everyone sitting here, including myself, agrees with Jon that Y/N is an amazing 'MJ' and was the perfect fit for her character. Yes, other incredible actresses such as Zendaya also auditioned for the role, but the fact is that one of them would be sat here if they were seen to be the best fit, but instead, Y/N is here. And she deserves to be here. So, yes, she feels like she was honestly the best choice for who was going to play 'MJ', as does everyone else on this panel." He nodded before sitting back again. The girl looked at him with wide eyes, quiet mumbles and chuckles sweeping through the crowd at Tom putting her in her place. She gave the microphone back, making me gulp and look at Tom as she sat back down again.

"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded and gave me a small smile, his hand landing back against my thigh as the panel continued.

"You're alright, love, it's okay, it's alright." Tom soothed, tears running down my face and my boyfriend's arm around my waist as he opened the door to his parents' house.

"I just can't believe how badly that went, what the fuck?" I choked and shook my head as he took me straight into the living room and gently sat me down on the sofa.

"It didn't go badly because of you, sweetheart. It went badly because there was an unusual number of assholes in the crowd." He nodded, making me choke again as I put my head in my hands. The panel had only gone from bad to worse after the questions about my weight and me being the best fit for 'MJ'. Even after Tom had shut that question down, they had kept coming, regardless of how many times Tom, Jon, or someone else had tried to step in. There had been questions about my looks, about my talent as an actress compared to others, even about if I thought that I was good enough for Tom. All had been like a stab to my heart.

"I'm so sorry, darling, but all of them are chatting shit. There's nothing wrong with your weight, your looks, your acting abilities, or our relationship." He shook his head.

"Then why have I been going through this for the last four years, Tommy? Ever since I got announced as playing 'MJ', these people have had it out for me." I cried and shook my head. Tom sighed, heartbreak in my boyfriend's eyes as he clearly tried to think of what to say to make me feel better.

"I thought that I heard you two come in." I quickly wiped my eyes, both Tom and I looking up as Nikki walked into the room. Her smile dipped, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as she saw that I was upset.

"Oh, honey, what's wrong?" She gasped as she rushed to us and sat down on the other side of me before gently taking my hands into hers.

"I-it's stupid, it's nothing important." I choked and shook my head.

"Bullshit is it not important, darling. Pretty much all of the questions directed at Y/N during the panel were just horrible, asking about her weight, her talent, even if she was enough for me. Some of the audience were just fucking awful to her." Tom scoffed and shook his head. Nikki's eyes widened and she looked at me.

"What?! Oh, love, I'm so sorry, that's awful." She sighed.

"I-it's not a big deal, just people being stupid." I mumbled as I tried to downplay how upset I was. After all, I was embarrassed enough by what had happened at the panel, let alone by Nikki seeing me so upset.

"It is a big deal, sweetheart, what they were saying wasn't okay." He insisted.

"Tommy, please-."

"Y/N, Tom's right. I know that in the industry that you two are in, you do need to rise above sometimes, and ignore what people say about you. But when you're sitting on a stage, unable to go anywhere whilst people say such awful stuff about you, of course you're going to be upset. And I think that you have every right to be, Y/N. Don't feel ashamed to be sitting here crying, because it's completely justified as far as we're aware. It's okay that you're upset, I'm just so sorry that those people made you upset in the first place." She reassured. I sniffed and looked at her, my heart slowing down slightly at her kind words.

"Thank you, Nikki. That means a lot, thank you." I gave her a small smile as the tears started to slow down.

"Of course, honey. Let me make you a tea, that'll help calm you down too." She nodded as she stood up and headed back towards the door.

"Thanks, mum." Tom called after her before looking back at me.

"She's right, you know. I know that in our line of work, it's important to not take everything to heart, but in cases like that, where you can't get away from it, it's completely understandable. You're right to be upset. But for what it's worth, none of what they said is true. They were just horrible people who get off on being dicks to those who don't they like for whatever reason, and think that they're all fucking that for saying what they did. But none of it is true. You're beautiful, you're talented, there's nothing wrong with your weight, and you were definitely the best choice for 'MJ'. I don't know where those people got off being so mean, but they're wrong. You're amazing in every way, my love, and you need to remember that. You were the right choice for 'MJ', and you're the right choice for me. That'll never change." He reassured as he shook his head. I gulped and looked at him.

"Really? You really believe all of that stuff?" I choked.

"I do, because it's all true. You're amazing in every way, and I never want you to forget that, or listen to people like that. I love you, because you're amazing." He nodded. I gave him a small smile, my heart so full of love for the boy who always did this. Who always tried his absolute hardest to make me feel loved, and like what the haters said was complete bullshit. My heart had sped down again, Tom's words calming me as I looked at the love of my life.

"Thank you, Tommy. Thank you." I whispered.

"Course, love. I mean every word, and I always will." He nodded before leaning in and gently kissing me. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to hold his face as I let the intimate moment with him further calm me down. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, my eyes fluttering open as his fingers gently rubbed my cheek.

"I love you, sweetheart. And I want you to remember that, instead of what bullshit people say about you. You understand, my love?" He checked. I nodded and bit my lip.

"Yeah, Tommy, I do. And I will. Every time that I remember what people say about me, I'll remember instead that you love me." I promised.

"Good, love. Good." he smiled, making me chuckle and shake my head as he pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, a sigh leaving my lips as I let his gentle heartbeat further calm me down. Because Tom was right. What people said about me didn't matter, as long as he loved me. And so, that was what I'd hold onto.