Tom Holland Imagines

I'm Not Her // Peter Parker {Republished}

- Before you guys start reading, I just want to say that this takes place after Peter fails to catch Gwen from falling to her death, but in this imagine Peter is played by Tom and you guys can choose any actress to play Gwen. I know some of you guys won't like this but I got this idea after trying to write a similar imagine and so yeah, if you truly don't like this idea then you can wait til the next update. -

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I met Peter at a coffee shop and as cliché it may sound. I bumped into him and dumped my favorite hazelnut coffee all over his shirt and pants. Very "something out of movie" right?

I felt really embarrassed, I kept apologizing for spilling my drink on him and kept handing him wipes. I'm pretty sure I annoyed him at one point because he finally looked up at me and yelled he was, and I quote. "Fine".

"Are you sure you're fine?" I asked, furrowing and raising my eyebrows, "You look like you just smoked a big one."

Peter sniffed and looked anywhere else beside my face, "yes I'm fine."

"Break up?"

"Something like that..."

I pressed my lips together after he said that. We stayed quiet for a hot minute before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the cafe.

"Um excuse me miss?... I'm not in the mood for anything and I have coffee all over my clo-"

"Oh shut up and let me help" I said.

Peter was a little taken back but clearly didn't mind because I was able to pull him all the way to the movie theaters. To watch the scariest movie there was... but then again the only "scary" movie there was in theaters was It.

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"Why did you take me here to watch that movie?" Peter asked as we stepped out the movie theater.

"were you distracted?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "Not really..."

"K!" I huffed before stepping forward, "next stop!" I turned around to look at Peter and clapped my hands, "an arcade."

Peter sighed and shook his head, "no, honestly I'm tired and I'm seriously not in the mood for anything and I don't even know your name. Plus I smell like coffee."

"Y/n."

Peter slowly gave me a nod and I just studied him; his expression, his body language, him in general. I know he is hurting but for some reason something in me told me to not leave him.

"I'm getting this feeling of not leaving you alone right now... I know you're hurting but from what I've experienced... a little distraction helps."

Peter stared at me again before giving me a reassuring nod and smile, "okay."