Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Saviour

Y/N
You never would have come out with your friends if it meant you'd see your ex-boyfriend.

Last year, you and your boyfriend Charlie broke up. Why? Because he cheated on you with an old girlfriend of his and then promised he'd be better, but of course, he wasn't. You and Charlie had been dating for 3 years, and every time he made a "mistake", he promised he'd do better and he wouldn't make the same mistake. This was all a lie, as while you believed he wasn't sleeping around with other girls, he was. He was manipulative and narcissistic.

You escaped that relationship as soon as you got the chance. Charlie was pissed, but gave up when trying to get back together with you. After breaking up with him, you swore off dating, as you were sure that at least 85% of the male population were like Charlie.

But, as always, your friends convinced you that you don't have to have fun with a man. So, you agreed, as long as you and your friends hung out the entire night. As you expected, by the time 10:30 hit, your friends had found men to dance with, leaving you to drink the night away at the bar.
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You swallowed your 5th shot of the night, not caring that you'd probably be too drunk to get home by yourself.

As you sat at the bar, ordering another 2-3 shots, you looked to the entrance, seeing Charlie with his hands around some blonde chic wearing a skimpy silver dress that barely covered her boobs.

Ignoring him, you hoped that he hadn't seen you yet. You hoped that he didn't recognise you, as you had changed your hair significantly.

Before you had the chance to forget that Charlie was in the same night-club as you, he had made his way over to you.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see." He smiled, sitting down next to you.

"There's a reason for that, Charlie." You sighed, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, c'mon Y/N. Don't be like that." He smirked, taking one of your shots.

"Don't be like what? Am I not allowed to be pissed at you for repeatedly cheating on me with other women when you swore you wouldn't?" You hissed, turning to face the gentleman that was serving customers.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It was a mistake-" You didn't let him finish.

"-a mistake that you made over 3 times, with the same woman. Scratch that, you cheated on me with your ex Sienna 3 times, then it was Daphne 4 times, then it was Talia 2 times." You rolled your eyes.

"Y/N. I'm a changed man. I would never make those mistakes now like I did back then. I promise." He put his hand on your thigh, moving it up and down. You felt like you were going to vomit. This was the exact thing he did to convince you back then.

"Please, remove you hand off my thigh." You politely asked. He didn't.

"Y/N. Please, forgive me..." He rubbed your thigh again, smiling.

"Hey! Get your hand off my girlfriend." You heard someone say as an arm wrapped around your waist. Charlie quickly sat up straight, his eyes widened.

"Who the fuck are you?" Charlie asked, standing up. The mystery man stood up straighter. He was clearly the same height as Charlie.

"I'm her boyfriend." The mystery man didn't back down.

"Y/N...is this- is this true? You've moved on?" Charlie asked, looking angrier than before.

"Yes. I'm his girlfriend." You stood up, smiling at the mystery man.

"If you ever put your hand on my girlfriend again, you won't live to see the sun rise." The mystery man threatened, Charlie angrily walking off.

You looked at the mystery man. He was only slightly taller than you.

"You need to take a minute?" He asked. His voice was so calm and nice.

"Y-Yes please." You were still a little drunk, so going outside for some air allowed you to calm down. The mystery man followed you.

"Thank you for that." You smiled.

"No worries. I saw that you were a little uncomfortable, so I thought you may have needed some help. Was he an ex, or something?" The man asked. The fact that this man was clearly British made this situation seem a lot better.

"Yep. An ex who cheated on me way too many times." You revealed, the man laughing.

"I'm Y/N by the way." You held out your hand, the man shaking it.

"I'm Tom." He smiled.

"I think you, Tom, are my saviour tonight." You smiled, the sickness going away.

"Really? What about your friends? You're here with friends, right?" He asked.

"I am here with friends, but they're all probably either drunk, dancing with other men or both." You laughed.

"Ah. I see. Well, how about I drive you home? You've clearly been drinking." He smiled.

"You've been drinking too, haven't you?" You asked, concerned.

"Not enough to inhibit my driving ability." He smiled, walking you to his car.

Getting into his car, you showed him where to go, and within 25 minutes, you were pulling up to your house.

"Thank you, for saving me tonight." You hugged Tom.

"No worries." He hugged you back.

"In fact, here's my number, just in case you ever need me to either pick you up, pretend to be your boyfriend or both." Tom wrote his number down on a piece of paper before giving it to you.

"Have a good night, Tom." You smiled, watching as he got into his car and drove off, leaving you to unlock your front door and head inside.

Unlocking your phone, you created a new contact.

Saviour (Tom)

You added his number, smiling, before a flood of texts from your friends filled your notifications.