Spider-Man Imagines I

Beauty Is Found Within | Peter Parker [TH]

Peter Parker loved you.

He could pinpoint exactly what he loved about you the most and think about it all day. You would consume his thoughts and distract him from school, but he didn't really care as much as he should have. He just loved you endlessly.

He loved the way you always had a novel with you in class. He loved the way you would tap your fingers against the cover as you eagerly waited for free time so you could bury your nose between the pages. He loved the way you would have to continuously reapply lipstick as your tongue swiped across your bottom lip as you read. He loved the way your vocabulary would improve and you would suddenly become poetic after you had read a few pages.

He loved how you were unapologetically you, and how you tried so hard to not care about what everyone else thought.

But you were human, and sometimes humans couldn't help but feel conscious of how different they were compared to everyone else.

There were times when you would hide the cover of your favorite romance novel just because people would snicker at the pink, colorful cover with a girl staring dreamily off into the distance, a box of handwritten love letters in her hand. There were times when you would constantly check your compact mirror and reapply makeup when it started to fade. There were times when you would take off your glasses in front of boys that made you feel incredibly self conscious.

At times like those, Peter would remember to be extra gentle with you. He hated the way your eyes would flicker with sadness as a boy kissed a girl that looked like the opposite of you in the hall or someone made a snide comment about your frizzy hair. He wanted to keep the world from hurting you. He would do anything to make you smile.

On your way to Algebra II, your worst subject, your mood worsened. The homework last night had been particularly rough and you knew you didn't have the patience for an even harder assignment today. The stress was giving you a pounding headache already.

Peter nudged your arm gently. "New book?" he asked, glancing at the novel tucked between your textbook and chest.

"Yes," you said, holding your arm out so he could see the cover. You adjusted your glasses on your nose. "I think it'll be a favorite of mine." You blushed happily. "It's a romance."

Peter's eyebrows raised in amusement. "Of course it is," he said. "I expect no less from you."

As you walked in the classroom, you first saw the new flyer taped to the middle of the whiteboard. A popular senior was handing out smaller copies. In giant font read the following words that made your eyes roll:

HOMECOMING 2018
OUR THEME: A FAIRYTALE ROMANCE

September 17th @ 7:30 p.m.

You sank down in your seat, Peter only a second behind you. He noticed your glum expression as everyone around you talked about how exciting homecoming was going to be.

Peter knew your distaste for high school dances. They lacked the romance you so often read about and believed in and often lead to a lot of drama for the next week, a couple girls with broken hearts, and a lot of other mistakes that ruined lives.

"What? You don't like the theme?"

You huffed and glanced at him, a mopey look on your face as you propped your chin up against the back of your hand. "Peter, what's so fairytale-like about a dance with a disco ball, loud pop music, and girls in short dresses and heels?"

He shrugged. "I... don't know. It's modernized I guess." He shook his head. "I can't pretend to know. It's just a dance, ___. You don't need to take it so seriously." He knew he was being too harsh when you let your eyes flicker away from his. "What I mean is... no one is forcing you to go."