Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

Fighting with a mobster

"God-fucking-damnit, Y/N!" Tom yelled as he raised the vase in his hand and threw it at the wall. It missed you by just a few inches. You flinched but then curled your hands into fists.

"I didn't fucking cheat! He approached me and like usual, you saw it from another perspective."

"Like usual, huh? Then why were your hands grabbing at his chest? It looked like you were having a good time." Tom scoffed.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Tom. I've explained this around eighty times already. I was pushing him off of me."

"Well, it didn't look like that." He yelled, storming over to you. Your eyes narrowed as you leaned forward.

"Are you not listening to yourself right now?" You slammed your fist into his chest. "You're so-...so absorbed with yourself it's embarrassing! Just because your previous fifty girlfriends cheated doesn't mean I would cheat on you." Tears filled your eyes and blurred your vision. "I would never do that because I care for you. Oh, wait! I said a word you would never understand. 'Care'."

"You think I don't fucking care about you? Is this what this is about?"

"It's about you not trusting me, goddamn it." You yelled, picking up a picture frame and tossing it across the room out of frustration. It broke into millions of pieces just like the other bits of glass that were scattered around the room.

"I don't trust you because you were touching another man and acting like a whore."

Those words stung like thorns prickling into your heart. You unclenched your fists as your lips parted.

"A whore, huh?" You replied. It felt like everything crashed down all at once.

"Yes, Y/N. And it's really starting to fucking piss me off." He spat as he threw all of the picture frames off of the fireplace. You visibly flinched as you heard a loud ear-piercing crash. "I swear I should have just left you with him. You don't deserve my love." He screamed as he punched the mirror that was hanging above the fireplace. "All of these pictures are pointless now, aren't they? Now that you cheated on me." Tom threw everything he could get his hands on. "Are you tired of this relationshi-"

He turned to look at you and the second he did, his stern expression softened. You were shaking as tears were falling down your face non-stop.

"Shit." He muttered, walking over to you but you stumbled back as you covered your mouth to quieten the sobs that were threatening to slip.

"Fuck o-off." You whispered.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." His voice broke as he watched you break into millions of pieces like glass.

"You don't mean that." You whimpered. Your eyes scanned the room and took in the mess.

"Darling, I do mean it. I swear anything I said was all wrong. I didn't mean any of it."

"You scared me, Tom." You shook your head and didn't bother to stop the sobs. "I thought you loved me."

"Baby, I do. I do." He panicked as he began to picture you walking out of your house and never coming back. He got onto his knees and took your hands in his. "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm the worst boyfriend you could ever have. I don't deserve you."

"Oh, Tommy." Your voice broke as you watched him cry.

"I really don't deserve you." He shook his head as he looked down at the floor. "How could I ever think that you would cheat on me?"

You got down on your knees as well and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Don't cry, baby. I love you." You sniffled. He looked up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I shouldn't have called you a whore. I swear I didn't mean it - any of it."

"It's okay, Tommy. It's okay."