Word count: 1675
Description: You and Peter fight about Spider-Man's impact on your relationship. Very angsty.

You tapped your foot to the beat of the clock, pleading for the bell to ring. Peter sat next to you, fiddling with your hand under the table. As your ageing teacher droned on about the Spanish-American war, you doodled hearts in your notebook, filling them in with 'Y/I(your initial) +P'. Peter looked at your notes then up at you, a crooked grin plastered to his face. At long last the bell rang, signifying your freedom. Holding tightly to Peter's hand you spun him out of the classroom.

"Anxious are we?" He laughed, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"We're getting out of this hellhole." You stated, eyes fixed on the exit.

The two of you made your way back to Peter's apartment, talking about your day. Once you entered, you made your way to Peter's room, flopping on the bed, keeping your eyes trained on Peter as he quickly strips off his shirt and jeans. "Cuddle me," you begged him, holding your arms out.

"I only have a few minutes," Peter grinned, before hopping into your embrace. Quickly pecking your lips, he went to go get up again.

"Don't go." You pleaded, trying to pull him back on to the bed.

"I have to, duty calls," Peter chuckled, walking away to find his suit.

"Why can't you just relax for one day?"

"Because crime doesn't relax babe."

"I haven't seen you in forever though," you pouted.

"We spent seven hours together at school!" Peter chuckled, rifling through his closet.

"But at school we have to learn... and you can't dress like this," you admired dreamily, staring at his half naked body.

"Damn, where is it?" He muttered, less focused on staying dressed like that, more concerned with finding the suit.

"I know," you teased, holding up the suit that you had snatched from the floor.

"Ah thanks." Peter reaches for his suit, but you whipped it away.

"I don't think so."

"Y/n please, I need that! Crimes could be happening right now!"

"No Peter. You're staying here with me." You stated, hiding the suit behind you.

"Y/n stop this isn't funny. I have to go!"

"Why do you have to? Who is making you? Why do you have to be a hero?"

"Are we seriously having this conversation right now? Of all times?" Peter grumbled, covering his face in his hands.

"Yes Peter Parker we are! Because what other time would we have this conversation? You are always busy!" Your anger level was starting to rise, as you stood from the bed.

"I thought you said you approved of me being Spider-Man!"

"I approve of you stopping the occasional crime, but not spending all your time just... looking for crime! It's like it's become an excuse!" Every date Peter missed, every evening you spent alone, all of those emotions that you'd waved off and bottled up, they were pouring out now, it was only a matter of time until you snapped.

"An excuse?" Peter's voice was low and cold, full of anger.

"Yeah Pete, an excuse. Like, 'oh I can't make our date, someone stole a bicycle'. Like it's a fucking bike Peter the world does not stop! Because when you do that, you're putting a freaking bike robbery over me. Nobody asked you to do this! Why do you have to be Spider-Man?"

"I got bit by a fucking spider! I didn't choose to be, it's not my fault!" Peter screamed, warm tears pooling in his eyes.

"Yeah you got bit by a spider, but why do you have to be some great hero? Are you so thirsty for recognition that you have to do this? Is that your motivation?"

"Is that really what you think of me Y/n?" Peter looked at you, with puppy eyes, a hurt expression plastered to his face. "That I go out, risking my ass everyday because I want people to thank me for it? Yeah that makes sense, that's why I'm masked and only a handful of people know my true identity. I do this to help people!" Peter screamed, tears soaking his face.

"Why do you have to be Spider-Man first? Why can't you be Peter Parker first? Is Peter's life so terrible that you can't bear to be him?"

"Or are you so selfish that you'd rather crime ensue so long as I spend time with you?"

"Selfish?" You repeated in disbelief. "I think the fuck not Parker." You threw his suit at him, raging out of his apartment. Peter didn't come after you.

After that you didn't know where to go. Home wasn't an option. Your mother would be there, asking about your day, and you just couldn't take that right now. You needed to think through the events that just passed. Before you knew it, you were at Spargo Park, sitting down on a nearby bench, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs, letting the tears flow freely.

"Are you alright Miss?" A man came up to ask you, a concerned look on his face.

"I-I'm fine, thanks." You whispered, checking your phone for the time. It was past four in the afternoon. That means you've been there for almost an hour. Sighing, wiping the last of your tears off your face, you began the walk home. En route, you gasped as you saw a car almost crash into a pedestrian. But in the nick of time, Peter dove in, fully suited up, stopping the car with his bare hands. You were filled with guilt. If you made Peter stay, that person would have died, or at least have been seriously injured.

Those things you said to Peter... they were vile. Of course he was no Little Miss Sunshine, but he was angry. In all fairness, you were too, and you were both nasty. But you couldn't shake your guilt. Walking into your apartment, you slammed the door behind you in annoyance.

"Honey Peter stopped by earlier today. He said to tell you he's sorry?" Your mother almost asked as you stormed into your room. Throwing your bag to the floor, you buried your face in the bed, letting hot tears stain your bedsheets.

"Oh Y/n what's the matter?" Your mother came into your room trying to comfort you. "... did you and Peter fight? He seemed pretty upset earlier today."

"No we didn't-... yeah we fought." You admitted, not bothering to look your mother in the eye.

"Did he say something or did you?"

"We both said some things... I just feel so bad Mom." You whimpered, turning to your mother, "I made him feel so bad. He was actually crying." You had only ever seen Peter cry three times. Once when his uncle died, again when he came back from a night as Spider-Man, failing to have saved a little girl from a gunman, and again this afternoon. When you thought about it, he was so saddened by the thought of hurting you, and that you disapprove of what he did that he was brought to tears. Of course this just made you feel like an even worse girlfriend. Groaning and turning over in your bed, you sighed, "Can you just leave me alone Mom?"

She didn't say anything, but you heard the door close behind her.

You didn't know what time it was when Peter came into your room, donned in jeans and a flannel, but judging from the darkness that filled your room, you guess nighttime.

"Hey." You said, slowly getting out of bed. Your joints were creaky from hours of lying down, and your cheeks were puffy and soaked. "Peter-"

He interrupted you with a fiery kiss, pushing you against the nearest wall, and easily pinning your hands. "No, first let me," He whispered huskily, your lips only centimetres away, begging for more. "I'll stop. Being Spider-Man as much. Only for the big things. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and losing you would hurt more than losing this suit, or my powers." His hot breath fanned your face, making it even sweeter when he kissed you again, but you struggled, trying to free yourself from his grasp. He looked back at you with worried eyes, swallowing thickly. "Do you no forgive me? For what I said, because please pknow Y/n I didn't mean it. You aren't selfish. You're the most loving person I've ever met. Don't be made Y/n please..." Peter begged you, his voice choking up, an expression of 'This is the worst thing ever' on his face.

"Babe relax," you assured him, "but... you shouldn't stop being Spider-Man because of me. I was being selfish. I... I saw you save someone today. They could've died if you weren't there, and I was a fool for thinking what you did was useless. You don't need to apologise, I was the one who was being a bitch."

"No, no you weren't." Peter smiled at what you said, dragging you over to your bed, sitting down. "We both... saw things differently."

"I think I like your way of putting it better," you chuckled, pushing him down so he was on his back, climbing on top. You leaned down, intertwining your lips with his, feeling his hands dig into your side so you were secured against his hips.

"I take it I'm forgiven?" He chuckled as you parted for air.

"Oh I think I can let it slide."

A/n: why do all of my imagines end with them kissing? Is it just because that's how badly I want to make out with Tom/Peter? That I just have to make sure that they make out during these? I think I have issues...😱 *gasp*. As if I didn't already know that. Also I'm so tired and it's only 10:45 at night, so I went over this quickly, probably a lot of errors. Also, I didn't add a title, so I'm reuploading it now😂