Spider-Man Imagines

Trying To Believe | Peter Parker (TH)

i don't remember which requests i've done and which i haven't so if you are waiting for a TOM HOLLAND PETER PARKER (i have all of the tobey!peter, james!harry, tony!flash, & ned scheduled for this coming week) PLEASE COMMENT HERE WITH YOUR REQUEST! there are too many tom ones to count lol

i combined several requests for this. prompts 3 + 40 + 42 + 60 as requested by 9Osparker, melancholymacaron, agarrison316, and shakin_shamrock.

i'll officially be off of wattpad as of midnight tomorrow (the 15th). before then, i WILL be answering messages and probably posting star wars imagine requests that i already have written. if i don't answer you from the 15th to 16th, i am not ignoring you!!! just give me time to watch the last jedi lol

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You weren't the type of girl to attract guys, or anyone for that matter. You didn't appear approachable to people in your classes. You were the odd one out, the one that sat alone and quiet at her desk and read, the one that rarely spoke.

And so it surprised you greatly when Peter Parker (the nicest guy in Midtown, you thought) asked you out on a date. And it surprised you even more that you said yes without hesitation.

He met you on your doorstep one Saturday afternoon. The ground was half covered in melting snow. The sunshine was white and dull even in the noontime. He chatted with you lightly as you walked alongside him on the sidewalk, wondering what he was planning on doing for your very first date.

You had your hands stuffed deep in your pockets, warm in the gloves they were covered in. You hoped silently that you wouldn't get too hot on this date and have to carry your scarf and coat and hat in your arms uncomfortably -

"You look very pretty, by the way," Peter said shyly.

You looked at him in surprise. Then, blushing, you ducked your head until your grinning mouth slipped under the cover of your scarf. "Thank you," you said.

You were far too shy to say anything besides that.

After a few moments, you nodded towards his bare hands, chapped and red from the cold. "Aren't your hands freezing, Peter?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said, blushing red. "But I lost my gloves. They were, um, stolen."

"That stinks," you replied. He nodded. "Maybe we should go inside somewhere so you don't freeze."

"Sure," he said. He looked around, stretching up on his toes as he observed. A smile graced his thin lips as he leaned back on his heels and looked at you. "I know this sounds stupid, but you don't happen to want ice cream, do you?"

You grinned. "Ice cream sounds great," you said.

"Awesome," he said. He gestured ahead. "I know this really great place. Let's go-" He started off, pausing only to hesitate for one moment in his steps. He placed a single cold hand on the small of your back. Although you wore three layers on your torso, you swore you felt it.

The ice cream shop was small and warm inside. It had several chairs covered in chipped white paint. Peter walked you to the front and pulled out his wallet. He asked the woman at the freezer for two scoops of cookie dough and, after turning to you, a single scoop of chocolate and peppermint.