Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

im sorry

"God, I cannot believe you right now," I said to my boyfriend, pressing my hand to my forehead.

"I'm not the one who's cheating!" He retorted.

"For the last time, Peter, I wasn't cheating!" I raised my voice.

"Then how come pictures of Y/N Stark and some mysterious guy out to lunch are circling the internet? How come your hugging him in one of the photos?" He asked.

"God, Peter! I wasn't cheating! Why can't you just trust me for once!" I asked.

"Because you won't tell me the truth!" He shouted.

"For the last time, I'm not cheating on you!"

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Home," I snapped, grabbing my phone and opening the door.

He grabbed my wrist.

"Don't go, Y/N, we're in the middle of a blizzard, it's a code blue-"

I snatched my hand away from his.

"I don't care. You don't trust me, so why should I stay?"

"You're going to freeze, please just stay,"

I shook my head.

"Goodnight, Peter" I shut the door and walked away.

I opened the door and was blasted with the cold.

Tears filled my eyes not only from my fight with Peter, but from the cold.

I walked and it got colder and colder. No one was on the streets.

I got my phone out to call my dad.

"Hey princess, I thought you were spending the night at Peter's," he said.

"W-w-we got into a fight," I said.

"H-he's mad a-at me and I'm a-all alone,"

"Are you outside?" He asked.

"Y-yeah,"

"Go somewhere for shelter, I'll find you, okay?"

"O-okay,"

My legs were numb and I could barely walk. The closest shop was miles away from here, I hid in an alleyway hoping it would help with the cold.

I leaned against the wall and cried.

I felt my eyes drooping before I felt someone's arms wrap around me.

"It's okay, Y/N, you're going to be okay," they whispered. I saw a blur of red and blue.

"P-P-Peter?" I mumbled.

"I'm here, Y/N, I'm here,"

I sniffed.

"I-it's cold,"

"Please, just don't fall asleep," He whispered.

I felt myself get carried, and eventually feel warmth.

Peter laid me down somewhere and everything went black.

"What the hell did you do to her, Parker? I trusted you with her! You were supposed to keep her safe!" I heard my dad yell. Over the phone, god Peter was stupid for leaving it on speaker.

"I-I thought she was c-cheating! There were pictures o-of her with a-a-a guy! And t-they were h-hugging and e-eating lunch at a h-high rated restaurant!"

"God, Peter! That was her cousin, my god!"

"W-what?"

"She went out to dinner with her cousin, Peter. She hasn't seen him in years and they were catching up,"

"I-I-I-" Peter stumbled on his words.

"Don't say anything. Is she awake yet?"

I felt a hand on my forehead.

"I don't think so, but she's warmer, a lot warmer,"

"You're lucky you found her, kid. Now don't pull anything like that again, got it? Text me when she wakes up," I felt him kiss my forehead.

My eyes fluttered open.

"Y/N?" He asked.

"S-shes up, Mr Stark,"

"Good luck, kid,"

I sat up, looking at my outfit. I was in one of Peter's sweatshirts and my leggings, with fuzzy socks and a big, fluffy blanket.

"A-are you warm enough?" He asked as I wrapped the the blanket tighter around my body.

"Y-yeah,"

"Look, Y/N I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I'm sorry I should of trusted you," he said.

"Thanks for saving me," I said. He nodded.

"Your going to be stuck here for a couple of days now, I'm sorry,"

"I'm just gonna go rest in your guest room, okay?"

"Y/N wait- d-do you forgive me?"

"Sure, Peter. I just need some time away from you for now, okay?"

He sighed and nodded, following after me.

"I'm sorry Pete,"

I shut the door in the guest room and slid against the door, sliding down.

Sure, I wasn't mad at Peter anymore, but he didn't trust me. I should be mad at him.

I heard sniffing and my heart broke.

"G-god I'm so stupid," he cried.

"I-I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me,"

He sat there for ten minutes before I heard his crying slow down.

I couldn't handle it any more. I opened the door and Peter stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y-y-Y/N?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.

"I forgive you, Peter,"

He pulled away from me, sniffing and smiling.

"R-really?"

I nodded and kissed him softly. My hands grabbed onto his t shirt in fists.

"Y-you shouldn't of g-gone out in the storm," he whispered.

"You could of died,"

"But you saved me, Peter, you did. You saved me,"

"I did, didn't I?"

"That's because your Spider-Man," I giggled.

He chuckled and smiled, looking down at me.

"I am, aren't I?"

I rolled my eyes before pecking his lips.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you, Y/N Stark,"

My cheeks flushed up at his words. It was our first I love you.

"I love you, Peter Parker,"