Random Fandom Imagines!

peter parker

this was requested a hella long time ago but here it is lol

As you can imagine, being Spider-Man must be a challenge, but being Spider-Man's girlfriend was a much bigger challenge. The constant worry about Peter's safety was enough to drive you insane, but you and he both loved the thrill of it all.

Tonight had to be the biggest challenge of them all; Peter was going to meet your parents.... after he rescued civilians from downtown NYC of course.

So you waited, patiently trying to finish the outrageous amounts of homework your Chemistry teacher assigned you when Peter silently knocked on your bedroom window from the fire escape.

The time was a little past six thirty and the tall, lanky, dark-headed boy who was still clad in the red and blue suit was crawling through your window, all scratched and banged up.

"I tried to make it here as early as I could babe," He heaved as he explained, "but I'm gonna need a bit of help." He finished as he grabbed the hem of the top of his skin tight suit and pulled it over his head. You watched him while the fabric slowly disconnected from the semi-dried blood coming from the huge slash in his chest. Peter winced as he did so, and that had you hurriedly running towards him to be his aid.

"Okay, okay, let me go grab my first aid kit." You said trying to keep yourself calm. 'This is Spider-Man,' you thought to yourself, 'he is strong and can endure the slightest bit of pain. He will be okay.'

You rushed him towards your bathroom, and made him sit on the toilet beside you as you reached for the first aid kit above your small cabinet. You took a wash cloth from the pile of towels and such that your mother had neatly folded for your personal bathroom and slightly dampened it.

He watched you silently as you began slightly dabbing the cloth to his wounds, cleaning him up. He winced, causing you to jump. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just trying to hurry, dinner is at seven."

"Careful, (Y/N)." He reminded you, smiling although the pain was clearly affecting him.

You soon finished cleaning his chest, and bandaged him before starting in the minor cuts on his face.

"Now when you meet my dad, tell him you skate or wrestle or something." You laughed, dabbing the cuts on his cheek. Peter smiles without replying, and watches you intently. His eyes follow your every move as you repeat your actions. Dampen the cloth, cleanse around the wound, put Neosporin on the wound, put bandage on wound, repeat.

You were just in the midst of finishing cleaning the cut on his cheek bone, your eyes drifted to his and he slowly inched closer to you, somehow as if you were going to suddenly fade away. Peter raised his left hand to cup your cheek and brought his right hand to rest on your waist to pull you closer and as he did both of your eyes closed and lips meshed together. He pulls you down to him by allowing you to sit on his lap and then continues to move his lips against yours, slowly not hurriedly.

You pulled away for air, and with his hand still on your cheek he moved his thumb slowly against your face and whispered, "I think I'm in love with you."

and you smiled; hearing your mother scream down the hallway that dinner was ready, "I think I'm in love with you too."

ugh goals