⇨ PETER PARKER IMAGINES ⇦

how could i forgive you?

warning: sex is implied in this one. nothing is explicitly stated, only briefly implied. still pg!

To say you weren't much of a partygoer was an understatement. You did not like parties at all.

Thankfully, your boyfriend of one year, Peter Parker, wasn't much of a partygoer either, so whenever you were invited to parties, you'd always bring Peter, or he would bring you.

Clearly, it was very surprising when you saw Peter guzzling down his second cup of beer in the last ten minutes.

"Why are you drinking so much, Pete?"

"Why are you being so pushy, Y/N? Let me live a little!" Peter said, pouring himself another cup of beer and chugging it.

"Well, I'm not your mom, so you can do whatever you want, but just be careful, alright?" You put your hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged it off, finishing off the contents of his red solo cup.

"You need to chill, Y/N. You're so uptight."

You frowned. You knew Peter wasn't usually like this and that alcohol can make people say things, but you know that alcohol only makes people say the truth.

"Okay Pete. I'm gonna go outside for a bit to cool off. Please don't do anything stupid." You said with a soft smile, noticing Peter's dramatic eye roll.

You moved your way outside and took a deep breath. The cool air felt refreshing on your face after the cramped stuffiness of inside.

You allowed yourself to admire the stars for a few minutes before wandering back inside to find Peter again.

And find Peter you did, with some random girl on his lap, making out with him.

You gasped. All you could do was watch from across the room as Peter, your boyfriend, shared an intimate kiss with this girl.

She pulled him off the couch and led him upstairs. You knew where that was going and had seen enough.

You were too angry to leave. You weren't going to give Peter the satisfaction.

You poured yourself a cup of beer and danced and flirted until you decided it was finally time to leave.

Without Peter.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Waking up to a pounding headache was not your idea of a perfect morning. You got up and made yourself some tea and turned on The Flash on Netflix.

You were about halfway through your third episode when you heard a knock on the door.

You opened it to find Peter standing outside.

"Hey, Y/N! Why'd you leave without me last night?"

You scoffed. "You don't remember?"

Peter looked at you funny. "To be honest, I really don't. What happened?"

"You were making out with someone, but the funny thing is, it wasn't me!" You say.

"I was drunk! It didn't mean a thing! You know that, Y/N."

"But it did mean something, Peter. You are supposed to stay loyal. I don't care if you were drunk or not."

"You were flirting with other guys too though!" Peter points out.

"Yes, flirting. Flirting is a lot different than making out with someone and doing God-knows-what else with them.. I'm sorry Peter, but I don't think I can do this anymore."

"You gotta forgive me, Y/N."

"No, Pete. I'm sorry."

"Come on, Y/N, please give me a second chance."

"How, Peter? How could I forgive you for this?"

You yell at him.

You wanted to forgive him so bad. But you can't date him knowing that he made out with another girl while he was supposed to be staying loyal to you, drunk or not.

It was over.