Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The mystery man (Tom Holland)

Requested by megholland: Y/N and Tom are dating and have a fight. They're mad at each other and so to distract themselves, they both go out clubbing separately. They accidentally end up at the same club, where Tom sees Y/N meet up with a guy who he doesn't know. He starts to get jealous and goes to intervene until he sees that Y/N clearly knows the man and is close to him, making him think that she's cheating.

"You never fucking listen, do you?!" I exclaimed as Tom and I rushed into the house, him slamming the door behind us.

"Y/N, you're the one who never listens! If you stopped talking and just let me speak for one fucking second, you'd see that!" he shouted back. My eyes widened and I turned to face him.

"In what world is this my problem?! Tom, I have to tell you about a problem ten fucking times before you finally listen! You don't give a shit about me, clearly!" I yelled back.

"Not when you're being like this, no, I don't." he spat. I scoffed, tears pricking my eyes as he said that.

"You've said some pretty shitty things to me in our relationship, but that tops it all. Fuck you, Tom." I snapped as I rushed towards our bedroom.

"Yeah, fuck you too, love." he scoffed, making me roll my eyes as I headed into our bedroom and slammed the door. I choked, tears starting to leave my eyes as I sunk to the floor. I buried my face into my hands to try and muffle the sobs as I started to cry. I couldn't even remember what had started off the stupid fight with my boyfriend of three years, all I could remember was that we'd been out and he'd done something that had pissed me off. I couldn't even remember what it was now, but that wasn't what mattered. I shook my head and stood up as I decided that I wasn't going to let tonight be ruined by him. I was going to make myself look fucking amazing, and I was going to go out to a club. Without Tom. I nodded to myself, my fingers wiping my tears away as I started to get ready.

I walked into the club, the building already packed with drunk and high people who were wasting the night away dancing and having fun. I headed to the bar and gave the bartender a small smile as I sat down.

"Two double shots of vodka, please." I ordered, making him nod as he started to make the shots. I sighed and looked around. The plan had been to come here with Tom tonight, but then the fight had kicked off. I had still wanted to come out though in an attempt to distract myself, and still wanted to come to this place, and so I had said 'fuck it' and had come out anyway.

"Thanks." I spoke as the bartender put two double shots in front of me. I picked the first one up before taking a deep breath and knocking it back. My face scrunched up at the foul taste and I coughed as I picked up the other one. I knocked that back too, the bitter spirit being swallowed as I stood up.

"Let's do this." I mumbled to myself as I headed to the dance floor.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom walked into the club and looked around at the crowds of people already dancing. He sighed and bit his lip. After the absolutely stupid fight with Y/N that he already felt bad about, he'd decided to still go out clubbing in an attempt to forget about it and kill the time until she came back, considering that she'd left to go wherever she was before he had. He looked to the dance floor, his eyes widening as sure enough, there Y/N was with her back turned to him. God, how was he so in love that he could recognise her from the back of her head? Guess she also had the same idea, Tom thought to himself as he started to head towards her in order to apologise and hopefully enjoy the night together after all. Suddenly, a guy grabbed her waist and turned her around to face him, making Tom's eyes widen.