Spider-Man Imagines

I LOVE YOU BEAR-Y MUCH | Ned Leeds

i'm highkey excited that so many of you guys love ned bc i love him the most and think he is so so so so cute

although this wasn't requested, this is for blueeyedpanther who knows my undying love for ned leeds and relates :'-) ily

also! featured in this imagine is mr. haircut himself

so the basic story of the second spider-man will sort of apply here. like, ock is on the search for peter parker but instead of mj there's the reader and ned

i just thought we all needed some protective!ned

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You couldn't believe how lucky you were to find a guy like Ned. He was kind and respectful, funny and nerdy. He liked all the things you did and wasn't afraid to tell you anything. He was the best boyfriend a girl could've asked for, and you were unable to wrap your mind around the fact that the goofball was yours.

Sometime after school you sat at the library like you always did. It was nothing out of the ordinary to sit yourself down at one of the tables and write a bit in your journal while Ned was at decathalon practice. He liked to walk you home and you didn't mind waiting for him to be done.

You were too busy copying down favorite quotes on a page to look at the clock. You were too focused on grimacing at the fact that all the quotes had been romantic ones lately. It didn't bother you that much; it just meant that you were still head over heels in love with Ned Leeds, who had been your boyfriend for eight wonderful months.

You knew it was Ned that pulled out the chair in front of him and plopped down in it. You didn't glance up as you colored in quotation marks with a pink gel pen.

"What'cha writing?" he asked, resting his face against the knuckles of his fists.

"My journal entry," you said. "I'm almost done, sorry."

"Take your time, babe," he said, shrugging. He peeked over your arm that guarded the page from unwanted eyes. "Heart stickers, huh? I sure hope that page is for me," he joked.

You blushed with embarrassment and slammed the journal shut. He laughed as you grabbed your pink and red gel pens. "It's private, Ned," you whined.

"I was kidding," he said. You pouted and put your gel pens in your pencil case. He placed a hand on yours to stop you. "Babe. Seriously, finish. I won't look."

"Not if you're just going to make me embarrassed over what I write about you."

He sighed. "___-"