Spider-Man Imagines

A Stranger | Peter Parker (TH)

okay, serious time. gotta make a couple of points to y'all here, cause we've been having some problems. please read these.

#1: don't post dirty comments on my stories. before you post a joke, make sure it isn't sexual. believe it or not, i write these for kids, too, and i don't want kids to see any of this stuff y'all find funny (because it isn't funny).

#2: don't make fun of anyone/attack anyone for their opinion. idc if it's stupid, it's THEIR opinion, and as long as they're sharing it respectfully, they shouldn't be attacked for sharing it. 

#3: if ya'll place a request for a prompt, i need DETAILS or it won't be written. just commenting on one of my prompts with something like "tom holland peter parker please" isn't a request, and it won't be written. 

#4: if i tell you your imagine will be up a certain day and that day passes and you haven't seen it, chances are it is still in the queue getting written and stuff. i don't ignore requests. i'm writing this all in what little free time i have. please remember that i can't do everything. 

thanks, guys. 

(and thank you to everyone who has offered support and prayer for my grandma. we all appreciate and seriously need it. thank you. ♡)

i combined two requests for this. both for prompt 44, but requested by kat_reale and Heartcakesaj

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Being Peter Parker's girlfriend was difficult, because you basically had to share him with the entire city of Queens. They needed Spider-Man, and by some chance, you had started dating that superhero two years ago. And now it was normal - not hearing from him for a whole night, him skipping dates, him showing up in your room injured... 

But with every passing day, he became more and more different. He was so serious about his job as the superhero. It consumed him, but he was happy, because he was finally popular. 

People adored him. Adored him. 

And he adored the attention they gave him. 

Suddenly it was like your love for him wasn't enough. It was theirs that he was chasing. It hurt, but you kept it to yourself, not even telling Michelle or Ned or Gwen, because sometimes it hurt that bad - and you felt stupid. You were an idiot, right? Peter loved you. Always had. 

But sometimes you weren't so sure. 

"Hey, ___," Ned said, and you turned your head to see him bouncing down the hall towards you, textbooks tucked under his arm. You smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm good," you said. "Did Peter ever show?"

"No," he sighed, and he frowned for a brief moment. "Probably off fighting the Goblin again."

"Yeah," you said. You gnawed on your lip nervously. "Hopefully he's okay."

"He's Peter," Ned said, throwing his elbow into your side gently, "of course he's okay!"

You smiled at him thankfully before the sound of a television in the hall reached your ears. At the mention of Spider-Man, you and Ned approached the screen, a crowd of teenagers already gathered and watching. 

"What is it?" you asked, trying not to sound too nervous as you stared at the shaky footage of the camera. 

"Some sort of gathering," Gwen said, turning her blonde head to beam at you. "From where Spider-Man saved that group of kindergartners when they were kidnapped by the Green Goblin. They're celebrating him. And look! He's there."