Spider-Man Imagines

There's Just One Thing I Need (part two) | Peter Parker (TH)

hope you all had a great thanksgiving & ate lots of food! i have another thanksgiving dinner tomorrow (yikes... can't wait to gain another five pounds).

here's part two of our Christmas series! i might start to space these out with other winter requests, since we have so many. i want to get them out of the way before i start college :-(

so this is kinda late bc i got discouraged. so many of you send me comments/messages that express how angry you are about my opinions on Cap are (like... have your own opinion, okay? still never gonna like him) and how angry you are that i said Tom is the only spider-man people really like nowadays!! what i meant by that was he is the most recent, and therefore most requests i get are for his spidey. in actuality my favorite is either tobey or tom, depending on my mood, but i love all spideys. i have ALWAYS loved spider-man.

and y'all are sending me such harsh criticism on my imagines!! why??? i just write the requests people send me, no matter how far fetched it is. it's fiction, guys.

anyway sorry to rant but those things have just made me sad lately and it's hard to deal with them

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As days went by, your meeting with Spider-Man - and the fact that you were nearly killed - felt less and less real. But Sunday rolled around and you kept glancing at the window, knowing that you were moments away from seeing him again...

if it was real.

And it was, because at exactly six o'clock, there was a knock on the glass. You hurried to your window and opened it, leaning out to see Spider-Man perched on the ledge, leaning against the wall of the apartment.

"What's up?" he said cooly, making you snicker.

"Hi," you said. "You're right on time."

"I am?" he asked nervously, which made you think that he probably was watching the clock. "Hm. Well, hey - you ready?"

"Ready?" you asked.

"To go, uh, out," he said. He jerked his thumb behind his shoulder. "Believe it or not, Queens looks great from several hundred feet off the ground."

You laughed and grabbed your coat off the back of your desk chair. You already had a pair of old sneakers on, so after shrugging on the coat, you were ready to go.

He stepped back, his feet on the edge, heels hanging off, one hand stuck to the side of the window. His other reached out for you, helping pull you up into the ledge. You swallowed nervously.

"O-Okay," you said, "this is terrifying."

"Yeah, it's scary the first time," he said. "Don't worry, I got you."