Spider-Man Imagines

We Need Her | Flash Thompson (TR) / Peter Parker (TH/TM)

okay, so this request was homecoming!flash with tobey!peter but honestly picture whichever peter you want bc it doesn't matter that much

+ i sort of made this a peter x reader too. it wasn't intended to be this way but it is and i am sorry

*** also keep in mind that this is an au so this is in no way agent venom's real story. just something i made up :-) !!!!!***

requested by 3a3a3a9b9b9b

btw all of you that get to watch homecoming today please count your blessings bc there are people like me that have to wait until october 17th and that is just a long time

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It was difficult to pinpoint exactly when your boyfriend started acting weird, but it was definitely getting more noticeable. What first started as him growing more, uncharacteristically reserved, blossomed into him being so quiet and moody that even you were bothered.

Even Peter, who tried his best not to care about your relationship with Flash, was worried - mostly because the way he was acting was effecting the way you were acting.

"You need to eat," he said softly, not wanting to stir up any anger.

You were currently sitting across from him, leg bouncing, fork jabbed into a piece of lettuce, eyes locked on the open cafeteria doors, wondering if your boyfriend was finally going come to school or if this was going to be another no show kind of day.

"___," Peter said, tilting his head, frowning. He grabbed your hand, the one holding the fork that you hadn't quite realized was moving.

It was shaking. Had you remembered to eat breakfast? You weren't sure. You did feel weak and tired, though, and that wasn't a good sign.

"I'm not hungry," you said.

"Eat," he said. "Just a couple of bites so you don't pass out on me. I'd hate to carry you to the nurses office." He smiled warmly. It was a smile that reassured you, a smile from the boy that always loved you but never did anything about it. "I know you're worried about Flash and all that, but that's no excuse to through your blood sugar all out of whack."

You reluctantly agreed, reaching over and snatching a couple of fries off his plate. He held out his hands, surprise on his face.

"Hey!" he protested. "If you wanted fries so badly, you should have gotten some."

You smiled and chewed. "Sharing is caring, Peter Parker." You pushed your tray towards him. "Feel free to have some of my salad. No croutons though!"

He grabbed his fork and gave you a look of disbelief. "Seriously?" he asked, jabbing the prongs into a piece of lettuce and grilled chicken. "Croutons are the best part."

"Fine. One," you said.

"Thank you," he said, scooping one up with the fork.

You glanced down at your phone, turning on the screen to see if you had received a message. Although you didn't expect one, you still felt a surge of disappointment run through you.

Peter frowned, chewing the salad in his mouth. He hated to see you so upset almost as much as he hated to see you with Flash. "Hey, he'll be alright."