Dealing With The Worst Case Scenario

"I would kill for you." 😩😩

Do you remember? teaser

Posting a new fic Wednesday the 5th. Here's a little teaser to get you hyped, i am very excited for this one!

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Peter has always been caring and would stop at nothing to keep you safe but after tonight the feeling deepened. It went from keeping you safe to a sense of protection, he felt like it was his personal duty to harm whatever came in your path.  

He moved a piece of hair from your face as it dawned on him, he told himself “I would kill for her.” He felt his heart get loud in his chest and ears and felt his feet clam up, he hadn’t felt like this before. 

It’s never been so black and white, he knew at that moment had everyone ever tried to hurt you he would do anything in his power possible to keep you safe and protected. 

And suddenly he had to leave. He didn’t like that feeling. He's a good guy, he’s the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he keeps the city safe. So the idea of him being so okay with hurting anyone who ever tries to touch you scares him. 

He was thinking like a villain; heros will protect the many at the cost of one but villains protect one at the cost of many, and he would destroy New York for you. 

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Avengers taking care of you would include…

* Steve was the first one to hear you considering he had super hearing.

* He went out to the front door to find a baby in a basket crying and wailing.

* He quickly picked you up hushing you.

* You stopped crying as you looked up at him.

* He woke up the rest of the avengers.

* “How the hell did someone manage to leave a baby here? Especially when you need a code to get in?”

* Tony and Bruce went go check the security footage.

* You start whimpering “no no don’t cry..” Steve said as he gently rocked you.

* “She might be hungry.. I’ll go heat her up some milk.” Nat said leaving to the kitchen.

* Thor and Clint peered down at you.

* “Why not fed her pop tarts?” Thor questioned looking at Clint.

* “S-She’s a baby Thor.. on earth babies can’t eat food yet.” Clint replied.

* Steve hands you to Nat as you quickly gulp down the milk.

* Bruce and Tony return shaking their head “it’s like.. the footage has completely been deleted..”

* they decided to focus on what they were going to do with you.

* They didn’t want to give you up for adoption but being an avenger and handling personal life was difficult.

* In the end everyone agreed to help out and take care of you.

* Bruce took care of you first he was terrified that any little thing he did would hurt you, but you giggled at him always he found himself loving you like his own daughter.

* Nat took care of you next, she’d dress you up in beautiful dresses as she took you out, people awed at the black widow with a child.

* Tony and Pepper took care of you together. Pepper loved you so much as did Tony waking up with you was the best thing ever.

* While Steve took care of you he’d buy lots and lots of paint he would watch as your small hands pressed against the paper he bought you.

* Thor took you to Asgard (of course without telling the avengers) and EVERYONE thought you were his, he handed you to Frigga you pulled on hair curiously laughing “Little miss..” she playfully said.

* Then Clint took care of you, he would sit you down and let you watch him shoot arrows at targets.

* You grew to a beautiful young women. Now 15 you were growing quick as always the avengers took turns caring for you.

* When you were with Bruce you were solving science problems that he gave you “dang Y/N! That’s good!” You beamed a smile at him.

* Nat watched you dance around practicing with the another ballerinas, you grew to love it when Nat first showed you she clapped happily “good job my little балерина.” You smiled “thanks красный.”

* Tony watched as you finished your suit, it was a replica like his you begged and begged him to show you and finally he did “wow kiddo you did good.” You wiped the sweat off your forehead with your arm “really? Still probably better than yours.” He glared at you playfully shaking his head.

* “Stevie.. what do you think?” You took off your glasses as you showed him your art that you created, it was him from back then you added small designs that showed the time of his era he smiled “I love it kid.. thanks.”

* “Thor!! Look what I got!” He turned around seeing a box of pop tarts in your hand “WHAT FLAVOR LITTLE ONE?!” He yelled excitedly “SMORES FLAVOR!” You ripped open the box throwing some at him he quickly catches them.

* Finally it was Clint turns he took you back to his house, his wife sat on the small porch watching you and Clint shoot arrows into a target on the trees “bullseye again Y/N.. you’ve improved..” you smiled at him “thanks I did learn from the best.”

* As you go to sleep you pick up your phone looking at your lock screen, it’s your sitting in the middle as the avengers sit around you smiling.

* Even if they weren’t your real parents they sure did act like them.

* You let out a happy sigh “thank you.”

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Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include...

Requested by anon: hey grly! do u think you could do ‘being the youngest avenger would include??’ thanks so much <3

Everyone is so overprotective of you it’s borderline ridiculous

Even though Natasha and Wanda both know you’re ore than capable of taking care of yourself, they will protect you on the field

Thor treats you like a little sister and always offering you his hammer (which you can lift without an issue)

Tony will constantly shower you with tech presents

T’challa always asks you to help him find Shuri (who likes to hide behind you before pranking her brother)

Steve asks if you want to be roommates with him and Bucky

Both Tony and Bruce argue over who needs you more in their lab

Peter loves the fact that you often wait for him on a rooftop with snacks

Training with 2-3 of the Avengers at any one time

All of the Avengers take care of you in their own way even though they all love teasing you

s/o scenarios to script ⊹ ｡ﾟ･

— sharing a playlist and sharing headphones while listening to it

— finding ways to subtly touch each other’s hands without others noticing

— them teasing you just to see your reactions

— them gg along with any date you want because they just want to be with you

— getting matching keychains and your s/o taking it with them everywhere

— a cold breeze hitting you and you starting to shiver so they give you their jacket

— them sneaking up from behind you to wrap their arms around your waist, pull you close and bury their face into the crook of your neck

— them leaning in and you thinking they want to kiss you so you close your eyes just to feel them brush your hair out of your face and whisper something romantic in your ear

— fixing their hair and them looking down at you with a soft smile playing on their lips, eyes silently adoring you

— them having a habit of asking for more kisses and pulling you closer after parting because they need more of you

— them helping you tie your hair while you’re eating

— waking up next to them and trying to get up but they gently grab your hand and pull you back down to hug you half asleep

— waking up next to them. the sun is peeking through the window, birds are chirping outside and both of you just stay in bed and cuddle and shower each other with kisses

— cooking breakfast and them sleepily coming into the kitchen to hug you from behind

— keeping the relationship a secret from your friends and having a movie night where both of you secretly hold hands under the blankets while furiously blushing

— both of you being out and it suddenly begins to rain so you both run for shelter and by the time you finally get to a small shelter, you’re both soaked so you both just laugh as you gently wipe the water from their face

— driving up to a view spot and slow dancing under the stars as love songs play on the car’s radio

— snowball fights where you run up to them, kiss them, before hitting them in the back with a snowball and running away giggling

— the classic you having something in your lips and them kissing it off

— them picking you up and spinning you around

— coat hugs where they put the hood of your coat up and give you a really warm hug

— them putting their scarf around your neck while it’s snowing and it smells like them

— leaving a kiss mark on their cheek and them refusing to wipe it off

— making christmas cookies together which turns into a food fight — you guys get flour everywhere, your faces are smudged with batter and the fight is finally ended when they hug you from behind, burying their face in you neck and picking you up slightly

— them tucking your hair behind your ear and looking at you with pure adoration

— holding hands and them doing the thumb rub thing

— dancing in the rain

— carving your initials into a tree

— underwater kisses

— building a blanket fort tgt and spending the whole night in there cuddling and talking

— brushing your teeth together and locking eyes in the mirror

— complaining about something but they can’t stop staring at your lips and kiss you mid rant

— sneaking out to get slushies at the convenience store at 3am with them and both of you coming back with a purple tongue

— holding each other’s hands in a crowded place so you don’t lose each other

— going to a party and everyone’s going crazy with the party poppers so you both are left picking confetti out of each other’s hairs

— holding hands, walking along the calm, lapping shore as the sun is setting, showcasing the most magnificent views of pink, yellow, and orange hues

— them sweating from doing something strenuous and you giving them a kiss as u gently pat away their sweat with a towel

— them helping you put on a necklace (and kissing your neck afterwards)

— new years kiss under the fireworks

— always finding a way to match your outfits even the tiniest bit

— them kissing your knuckles

— getting super excited after winning a game and hugging and kissing them on the cheek

— them playing with your hair and using it as a brush to tickle your cheeks

— talking about your futures together and both of you getting that fuzzy feeling

— them carrying you bridal style and both of you just gazing into each other’s eyes

— watching a movie and them getting bored so they start nuzzling into your neck and leaving a trail of small kisses on your cheek and neck

— every single one of their lock screens on their phone being you

— laughing so hard over something so stupid it becomes an inside joke between the two of you

— seeing each other after being separated for a while and running into each others arms and there’s a long hug that just goes on that’s so relieving for the both of you

— your s/o being in charge of taking pictures of the whole friendgroup during a trip and when everyone checks back on the pictures all they see are pictures of you. safe to say they were never put on photography duty again

— both of you being included in each other’s family events and milestones

— midnight walks together through the snow in winter where everything is coated in a beautiful layer of fresh white snow and everything is so tranquil and magical

— them pulling your beanie over your eyes before placing a small peck on your lips and playfully smiling at you

— them burying their face in your shoulder and pulling you into a soft and tight hug, making both of you fall onto the bed together. they then pull their face back such that your faces are inches away, eyes locked. their eyes flutter to your lips before tenderly kissing them and whispering “i want to drown in you. all of you”

— waking up next to them and admiring their sleeping face under the morning sunlight

— your hands being cold so you place your hands up their shirt on their stomach

— standing on your tippy toes to reach their lips

— them wrapping their arms around your waist to pull you deeper into a kiss

— them playing with your hair while you lay on their chest, their fingers gently raking through the soft strands of your hair, all while you talk softly about anything and everything

— waking up to them cuddling you

— hanging around at a basketball court together and them going “if i make this ill kiss you. if i don’t i’ll kiss you anyway”

— making snow angels under the stars together

— gg to a photo booth tgt and taking the cutest pics

— absolutely everyone commenting on how much love fills their eyes when they look at you

— watching the sunset and giving each other small kisses in between

— tracing their features as they gaze at you with pure love and adoration

— walking together as cherry blossoms begin to fall all around you

— exploring the forest together and them putting out their hand for you to gently take it and guide you along the trees

— spaghetti kisses (like in lady and the tramp)

— you smoothing out their messy hair

— having this thing going on between the both of you where you give each other love letters in the most creative ways and each time it gets crazier and crazier

— baking cookies and them randomly deciding to visit your house and they come up from behind you to wrap their arms around your waist and kiss you on the cheek. so you spin around and smudge a little batter on their nose and they just laugh

— palm kisses

— them coming up from behind you and resting their head on top of yours

— them holding your hair while you eat something on a windy day

— when you were younger you made a list of romantic things you wanted to experience and your s/o ends up finding that list and attempts to complete it

— going to a sports game and both of you show up on the kiss cam

— you driving and your s/o is in the car next to you at a red light so they signal you to roll down the window. when you do, they start blasting “kiss me” (or any other love song of your choice) on their radio and singing their heart out to you

— them smiling into your kiss

— doing their makeup and they can’t keep their eyes off you

— them drawing your initials on their notebook

— going sledding tgt and them falling over in the snow so you wipe off snow from their hair and face while laughing uncontrollably and they’re also laughing as their eyes are glued to your face

— kissing them and accidentally getting lipstick on their lips so you try to wipe it off and they just smile, grab your hand, and lean in for another kiss

— going to the beach at night and staring up at the moon while having deep talks

— kisses on the tip of the nose

— sharing an umbrella with them and they tilt it towards you

— pressing your foreheads against each other’s and scrunching your noses

— tracing shapes on their back as they doze off

— your shoelace being untied so they bend down to tie it

— making matching bracelets out of our eye colours

— writing your names on a padlock, locking it on a bridge and throwing away the key

— pulling them in for a kiss by the tie

— subtle touches

— them deboning your chicken for you (or taking the shells off the prawn etc.)

— burning all their favourite songs onto a cd and painting it to give them as a gift

— them putting their hand in the back pocket of your jeans

— getting mad at them and them doing the absolute most to make it up to you

— you saying something they think is so adorable they smile and look away

— them being all smiley every time you’re brought up

— falling asleep on their shoulder in the car and them trying to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible

— kissing under the mistletoe

— them lying on your lap during a board game with your friendgroup

— putting on a face mask for them and they cannot keep their eyes off you

— clinging onto them because you don’t want them to leave and they are loving every second of it

— collarbone kisses

— sharing milkshakes together and both of you going going to take a sip at the same time and locking eyes

— stealing something from them and them chasing you around trying to catch you. when they finally do, they wrap their arms around your waist, making you squeal and giggle. as you turn around, they kiss you and gently take back their belonging from your hand

— it’s snowing outside and you both cuddle up in front of the fire place with hot chocolate and watch the grinch

— them not being able to sleep and throwing things at your window to wake you up just to go sit with them under the stars

— board walks while holding hands

— going to a haunted house with your fg and the both of you give each other a quick kiss when you guys get to a really dark room

— making snowmen together and you’re both having so much fun bundled up in your winter coats

— them having you take the first bite of their food and blowing on it because it’s hot

— kissing their dimples

— soft launching your relationship

— helping them tie their tie

— them giving you one of their rings

— you not wanting to get in the pool so they pick you up and jump into the water with you

— sneaking out with them at night to go by the beach and swim

— watching the fireworks with them and they admire how breathtaking you look under the colourful glow of the lights

— them showing up at your door one night randomly bc they js “wanted to see you”

— you two getting ice cream and you asking them if they wanted to try some of yours and they say yes and ask if you want some of theirs and you also say yes so they kiss you

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The Real Peter Parker

summary: Peter recalls the first time he really noticed you; when you defended him in class.

warnings: none

notes: fluff

word count: 925 words

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Peter had forgotten the exact moment he had laid eyes on you for the very first time. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t remember how you had met or the first time he saw you. However, he remembered the first time he really noticed you.

It was in English. Your class was having a discussion about literature and morals. How morals were ever changing and specific to a person, and how that was demonstrated through poetry, plays and novels. The conversation had somehow turned into a debate about Spider-Man, following the recent events of the BLIP.

You almost always kept your head down in class. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because you knew you couldn’t change people’s opinions or minds or move them in a way that stories did for you.

“Spider-Man doesn’t have morals. His motives are clearly extrinsic. He probably gets paid millions everyday.” Elysse, a pretty, red-head with the most flawless skin you had seen on a teenager before, stated confidently.

“Yeah, and laid millions too.” Flash snickered, causing an eruption of laughter in the class.

Peter rolled his eyes. He’d heard all this twenty times over, but it never bothered him any less. Part of him wishes he could just tell everyone, “No! I’m actually really broke and have never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a sexual one.” But he knew he couldn’t. So, instead, he dropped his chin in his hand and tried to zone out of the conversation.

“So, you think Spider-Man is Spider-Man because of the fame, the money and the power, and not because he wants to help people?” Mr. Mathis stroked his non-existent beard, looking around the classroom. “Anyone disagree?”

The classroom was silent for a long moment. A moment so long, Peter thought it was all over and he could finally pay attention. He was slowly getting used to people not really defending him.

“I disagree.”

It was a voice he had honestly never heard before. He knew he’d remember it if he had. Every pair of eyes in the room, including his own, latched onto a girl in the far corner of the room, whose face was beginning to brighten in the cutest way.

Peter could feel his jaw on the floor, but he did nothing to pick it up.

Peter thought he knew the definition of beautiful, but seeing you for the first time, it took on a whole new meaning. He suddenly couldn’t find a way to describe those Y/E/C eyes, or the Y/H/C hair that cascaded down your back and the loose curls that framed your face.

He was staring at you for so long, he almost missed you talking.

“Don’t you think if he only wanted fame and power, people would actually know who he is? Yeah, sure, he’s really famous. Everybody knows Spider-Man, it’s a household name. But nobody knows who’s under that. What does Spider-Man do when he’s not saving people? He takes off his mask, and he goes home. Probably to his average home, his average life and his average family, knowing no matter what he does, or who he saves, he’ll still just be an average man.”

Peter felt his heart twist so gloriously that it was painful. He’d never heard anyone defend him like that, someone that wasn’t Ned. He lifted his hand to grasp at his trembling heart, and in that exact moment, your eyes met his, and something shifted between you. You were noticing him for the first time too. It was like you were staring into him, like you could see his struggle between two worlds.

It was too much for Peter. He’d felt so vulnerable and fragile in that moment that he had to look away, just as Flash opened his big mouth again.

“An average man with more money and power than the Queen.” He tried a joke again, but this time no one laughed, they were all too infatuated with you.

Peter closed his eyes in pure annoyance and second-hand embarrassment for Flash for a few seconds, before he turned to face you again, but this time your eyes were locked on Flash.

“Don’t you get it, Flash? Spider-Man is at a loss. He works his ass off to help people, and he will never get the thanks he deserves. He gets no real recognition, no appreciation, nothing. That is a person with morals. Someone who does the most important work, but continues to go unnoticed. He doesn’t help people because he wants something from them, he helps people because it’s the right thing to do.

Peter couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. Watching you speak so passionately was mesmerizing. He’d never felt so understood, so seen before in his life - by someone who probably didn’t even know his name. It gave him hope. If one person could see the good in him, surely others could too.

The teacher just started talking again, but Peter interrupted him.

“I agree with her.” He stuck his hand proudly in the air, that cheesy grin plastered on his face.

You locked eyes with him again, and the smallest of smiles grew on your face, making Peter’s grow impossibly bigger.

He turned back around, smiling to himself and still feeling your eyes on him. He would ask you what your name was after class. He wanted to get to know you, just as much as he wanted you to know the real him.

And he did.

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A/N:

this is my first ever imagine posted on tumblr, and honestly, the first I’ve ever posted. if you enjoyed this, please let me know, I’d be happy to do any requests :)

This was so amazing!!! 💖💖

Interviews with Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fic in a while but I thought I'd write for Peter Parker because he's one of my all-time favs from the very beginning. I hope y'all enjoy this and feel free to start requesting things again! I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things. Also, if anyone wants to become mutuals, my dm's are totally open :)

Requested?: Nope!

Summary: (Y/n), in an effort to save the school newspaper club, scores an interview with Spider-Man.

Interviews with Spider-Man

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: None! Just fluff for this one!

“If you don’t get interest sparked in the newspaper by the student body soon, and I mean very soon, then I’m afraid I’ll have to shut down the club,” Principal Morita says as he frowns at you.

You’re sitting across from him at his desk, jaw dropped at the sudden news.

“Principal Morita, that’s not fair! The newspaper is important to a lot of people!” You protest, forcefully putting your hands on the ends of his desk as you stand up. He gives you a stern look, causing you to sheepishly sit back down.

“Is it important to a lot of people, or is it just important to you, (Y/n)?” He asks, his words coming out with a sigh. You grimace. Yes, the newspaper was mostly important to you, but that didn’t mean that everyone else hated it. You had a good team of four people by your side that worked hard for the newspaper, too, including Michelle Jones and Betty Brant. 

“It’s more than just me, I can assure you.” You set your mouth into a firm line, eyebrows creasing together as you give him a hard stare.

“Great. If it’s so important to that many people, then you won’t have any trouble getting the student body’s interest, will you?” He smiles dauntingly at you. Your eyes widen.

“Well, I--”

“You’re dismissed, Miss (Y/l/n). We’ll have another meeting in two weeks to discuss this. If newspaper readings haven’t picked up by then, I’m afraid there won’t be good news for you.” 

You pick up your bag with a huff and turn on your heel, heading for the door. If Principal Morita didn’t believe in you, then you’d just have to find someone who does.

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“He seriously said that to you?” Betty asks incredulously, placing a hand on her hip.

“Yup. So we gotta figure this out quickly,” You say.

“I mean, we could spice things up by having a photo on the front? That catches attention,” MJ pipes in with her idea.

“That’s a great idea MJ, but who’s gonna take the picture? None of us are exactly…” You glance over to the two other guys in the newspaper club, typing furiously on their computers, “artistic in that way.”

“We may not be, but I’m sure we could find someone.” Betty shrugs, looking at you and MJ.

“Peter Parker is good with photography.” MJ points out. Your eyes light up.

“Yes! I have my next class with him, he’s my lab partner. I’ll ask him if he’s up for being on the newspaper team,” You say, grinning ear to ear at the prospect of the club being saved. As newspaper club president, you feel very strongly about this going well. After all, it’s your senior year and this is one of the most important things to you. You can’t just give up on it.

“Well, the bell’s about to ring, so you better get headed that direction.” Betty pats you on the back. You grab your backpack and start heading for your chemistry class, working up the courage to ask Peter to join the newspaper club. You have talked to him before, but only really for class purposes. He’s not exactly a friend, per se, so you’re a little nervous to ask a favor from him. But you’d do anything to save your club.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Peter greets you as he sets his backpack down and sits next to you.

“Hey, Parker.” You smile at him, turning back to your work nervously as you mull over what you want to say to him.

“You okay?” He asks, face contorting slightly in concern as he sees your in-thought expression.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I just…the newspaper club is getting shut down soon if we don’t get more of the student body to read it, so…I’m a bit bummed about that.” A bit bummed is an understatement, but he doesn’t need to know that at this point.

“Seriously? I love reading the school newspaper every week. Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks. You turn to face him, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Actually, there is…”

“How?”

“Would you be able to take photos for the school paper? Just one a week, so we can put it on the cover and catch more people’s attention with it.” You plead, giving him small puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah! I’d definitely be willing to do that for yo-- uh, the newspaper club.” He laughs, a light shade of red dusting his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. The blush escapes you as the only thing you can think about is the fact that he agreed to do it.

“Thank you!” You gasp, hugging him tightly. You let go quickly and grab your phone, immediately texting the newspaper group chat and missing the dazed look that Peter has on his face.

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You: PETER SAID YES!!

MJ: fr? Awesome

Betts: YES! NEWSPAPER SAvED!

MJ: don’t get too excited, it has to actually work first

You: MJ, pls, stop being negative and let us bask in the win

MJ: whatever you say

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“When do you need the first photo by?” Peter asks. You think about it. The newspaper usually publishes on Monday of every week, and it’s currently Friday, so tomorrow or Sunday should probably do. That way, you have time to format it before you send it to get printed.

“Tomorrow, if that’s okay,” You say. 

“Tomorrow? What’s the subject that I’m even photographing?” Peter looks at you quizically. You deadpan. Crap, that’s kind of important to know. But if the next meeting with the principal is in two weeks, you can’t wait until the second week to put your plan into action.

“Well, I was thinking of writing a column on Spider-Man, but…I don’t know, that’ll be hard to capture a photo of him…” You trail off, brainstorming any way to make this happen and save your newspaper. Truth is, you had no intention on creating a Spider-Man column this week, but the idea came to you since your previous column, “Budget Cuts to Midtown,” seems a tad bitter now that the newspaper team is part of the cuts. 

“Well…I’ll see what I can come up with, and we can meet up tomorrow to talk about it?” He asks, getting out a piece of paper. You nod furiously, internally sighing about your lack of a plan otherwise.

Peter grabs a pen and slides the piece of paper and pen over to you.

“If you’ll write down your number, I’ll text you tomorrow about the photo and we can talk about it. Sound good?” He asks. Your eyes drop to the paper and you start to write your number out, missing his small exhale as you do so.

“Sounds great. I’m sorry for the short notice, I promise it won’t be like this every week. Just do what you can and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You grimace, sliding the paper over to him.

“Of course. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” He gives you a reassuring smile, taking the paper and slipping it into his pocket.

“Alright, class! Stop chatting, it’s time for learning…” Your teacher gets up and starts droning on about chemical compounds. 

All you can think about is your Spider-Man column and what you’re going to write for it. Sure, the masked hero is constantly in the news, but what could you write about him that the kids wouldn’t be able to get on the internet literally anywhere else? It had to be special, something worth reading, something that would spark interest.

But what?

~+~

Peter: Hey (Y/n), it’s Peter. I have an idea for the school newspaper. Can we meet up?

You: Yeah, of course! Where do you want to meet?

Peter: Would Delmar’s deli on the corner work? I know we live relatively close to each other.

You: Yeah, that works great for me. Meet you there in like ten?

Peter: Perfect. See you soon!

~~~

You grab your laptop and head out the door almost immediately, arriving at Delmar’s about ten minutes later. Peter is already sitting at a table outside, his hand shooting up to wave at you as soon as he sees you. You grin at him and walk slightly faster, arriving at the table and sitting down across from him.

“So, whatcha got?” You hum, bringing out your computer and opening it up.

“Well, I’ve got good news and a new idea.” He gets out his own laptop and starts typing furiously. You cock your head to the side.

“A new idea?” You ask, your curiosity piqued. You’re all for new ideas when it comes to the newspaper nowadays.

“Yeah. So, first off, I got this photo.” Peter spins his computer around and shows you an incredible shot of Spider-man swinging from a building.

“Holy crap, Parker, that’s incredible! How did you get that?” You gasp, practically grabbing the computer out of his hands as you stare at the incredible detail and precision of it. It looks entirely professional and way too good to be true.

“You could say I…called in a favor. Anyway, onto my idea. Have you figured out your Spider-man column yet?” 

No. You have not. Honestly, you had been trying all night to come up with an idea, but nothing was inspiring you, and you had no clue what to write about. Nothing was original at this point when it came to the infamous superhero.

“...No.” You sigh, planting your face in your hands.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry! I was just asking because I had an idea for it, but I didn’t want to ruin any ideas that you potentially had!” He reassures you, reaching out and innocently touching your forearm. You look up at him.

“What’s your idea?” You ask.

“Well, you could interview Spider-man. That could be the column, an interview with Spider-man.” 

You look at him with the blankest face you can muster. How in the world were you, a mere student at Midtown High, going to score an interview with a literal superhero? He must be literally insane. 

“Peter, I hate to shut down a good idea, but that’s impossible.” You deadpan.

“(Y/n), no it’s not--”

“How would I get an interview with a literal superhero? It’s not like I can just stop him in the street and say ‘Hey, Mr. Spider-man, would you mind if I asked you a couple questions’--”

“That’s not what you would--”

“Like, how insane would that be! Parker, seriously, if you’re going to get my hopes up, at least--”

“Would you listen to--”

“An interview with Spider-man! Ha! it actually sounds absurd--”

“I know Spider-man!” Peter blurts out, causing you to stop in your tracks and go silent.

“You what?” You whisper, eyes widening.

“I have a Stark internship, (Y/n). I see him all the time, I can ask him for a favor and set up a meeting with you. When would you want to meet?” He asks, his eyes boring into yours. Your breath hitches in your throat under the intensity of his gaze.

“Could you secure an interview for tomorrow?” Your words barely come out, shock still overcoming pretty much all of your brain functions.

“I can try. I’ll talk to him later today at the compound and I’ll text you what he says before tonight. Sound good?” He asks, a small smile making its way to his face.

“Sound good? This is the best thing I think that has ever happened to me.” You blink rapidly at him, finally settling back into a normal state. An interview with Spider-Man? You’re on cloud nine, in all honesty. If this is truly happening, then the newspaper would be saved without question.

“Great. I’ll talk to you later, then. I gotta get going.” He stands up and turns to leave, hesitating for a moment.

Peter turns back to you, a small smile on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll save the newspaper, alright?” He reassures you. You stare up at him with a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“I know we will,” You say.

Peter gives you one last nod before hurrying off to what you assume is his internship duties. You stand up from the table, closing your laptop and shoving it into your bag.

An interview with Spider-Man.

What could get better than that?

~+~

You can barely contain your excitement as your eyes keep drifting to the alarm clock on your bedside table. You get to meet Spider-Man any minute now. The clock flashes “2:17 AM” at you but you could honestly care less about the early hour that he chose to meet you, claiming he had to do it after his patrol was over.

Three taps on your window bring you abruptly out of your thoughts as you hop up and frantically scurry over to the window. You slide it up and come face-to-face with the masked hero you had heard so much about.

“Holy crap you’re actually here- Spider-Man,” You say breathlessly, shock overwhelming you.

“Uh, yeah, Peter said you wanted an interview with me?” He asks, the voice under the mask obviously being distorted for identity reasons.

“Absolutely- uh, do you want to come in or for me to come out?” You ask, grabbing your phone.

“Maybe it’d be best if you come out. Don’t want people to get the wrong idea.” He chuckles, and you think about the many implications of that statement. Nevertheless, you aren’t able to dwell on it for long because you’re stepping outside onto the fire escape right next to the Spider-Man of New York City.

“Wow, I’m-- I never actually introduced myself properly. I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), it’s nice to meet you Spider-Man.” You force out nervously, holding your hand out for him to shake. He laughs and shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/n).”

“Uh, before we get started, I have to ask: is it okay if I record this conversation? If you say anything you don’t want to go on record or in the newspaper you can just tell me after the fact or say ‘strike that’ and I’ll pretend it never happened.” You go over the formalities quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” He agrees. You sigh in relief and turn the voice memos on in your phone.

“So, what made you want to become a superhero?” You ask, staring into the white eyes of his mask.

“Well, uh…I suppose, I was gifted with powers one day and decided to use them for the better. As someone once told me, ‘great power comes with great responsibility’ and he was right. Mr. Stark approached me and offered me a spot on the team, and I accepted.” He explains, his mask’s eyes moving in sync with how you expect his facial expressions to read.

“Gifted?” You prod, writing down sketches of notes that you want to remember from the interview that the voice notes won’t catch. Mainly, the moving of his mask eyes.

“Sorry?” He asks, a hand scratching the back of his neck. You wonder if he can feel the scratch of his hand through his suit.

“Oh, sorry, I was asking if you think that your powers are a gift. I know some might consider them a curse rather than a blessing,” You state simply as you continue to look down at your notepad.

“I-” Spider-Man seems at a momentary loss, “Man you really don’t hold back on your interviews, do you?” 

This causes your head to snap up and look at him, realizing the bluntness of your question to him.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to--”

“No, no, it’s alright. I’ll answer it. It was just funny to me, don’t worry,” He laughs, a joyous noise to your ears, “yeah, I uh… I would consider it a gift. I get to help others, and that’s honestly all I could ever ask for. It is to the detriment of myself sometimes, sure, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s helped me become the person I am today.”

“That’s very inspiring, Spider-Man, thank you.” You smile at him, getting a warm feeling in your body. Spider-Man seems like a very likeable, down-to-earth individual and you feel very lucky to get to know him like this.

“So, what is it like being on a team with the Avengers?” You ask.

“Well, the team is great. Mr. Stark--” 

As Spider-Man continues to talk about the Avengers and how incredible of a team it is, you take to your notepad. Mr. Stark, you think, so he’s young. A teenager perhaps? You ponder. If he’s a teenager, then that means he’s most likely your age. And if he’s your age, then…

No. Nope. No way. Do not get a crush on Spider-Man.

“--and Captain America is very funny. Kind of oblivious to modern technology sometimes, but a great guy and I really like working with him. I like working with all of them, honestly, it’s a dream come true.” Spider-Man ends his listing. You look up at him and smile softly.

“They seem like a great group of people to work with. I’m honestly jealous.” You laugh, and you see the eyes of his suit perk up at your laugh. This intrigues you.

“Well, I’m sure you’re also awesome to work with. I’m kinda jealous of Peter for getting to work with both the Avengers and you!” He chuckles. Is he…flirting?

“Well, technically, you get to work with me now, too. Unless this is like a one-time thing in which case--” You stammer out, embarrassed that you assumed he’d be coming back.

“No, of course I’m coming back. Talking with an incredibly witty, beautiful girl like you for hours on end into the night? I can’t complain.” He tells you. Definitely flirting.

“Well, thank you. I suppose I could say the same, but I don’t know what you look like under the mask,” You tease.

“We both know I can’t show you that.” He shakes his head lightly but you can tell the smile is still on his face.

“Oh, I know. And I’m not asking, let’s be clear about that. We’ll keep your anonymity for now, Spider-Man.” You grin at him.

“For now?” He asks, the amusement evident in his voice.

“What, I can’t say I won’t get curious one day.” You taunt him. He puts his hands up.

“Alright, alright. I suppose I can’t blame you for that.”

“Now, to continue with a few more questions…”

~+~

You had been meeting with Spider-Man every Sunday night for about two months at this point. The newspaper was met with huge success after the Spider-Man interview column was introduced, and the principal was forced to keep the newspaper going. In fact, you had kind of become a celebrity at school for knowing Spider-Man. Peter Parker had basically become your best friend during this time, and you couldn’t thank him enough for scoring that first interview with Spider-Man. All of the success you’re experiencing now is all because of him, and you don’t let him forget that. Besides, you’ve kind of been growing a crush on Spider-Man, so you have to thank Peter for introducing you to him in that capacity as well.

“Hey, Parker.” You slide up to Peter in the hallway, walking to chemistry class with him.

“Hey, (Y/n/n).” Peter smiles at you. 

“TGIF, am I right?” You chuckle. He gives you a weird face.

“How old are you again?” He asks, eliciting a laugh from you. His eyes light up at your laugh, unbeknownst to you. You look back at him and he tries to hide his face of delight at making you laugh.

“Oh come on, you have to be a little happy that it’s Friday. We have movie night tomorrow night!” You remind him. You, Peter, Ned, and MJ had all created ‘Saturday move marathon night’ and it had been successful so far. Tonight’s movie is Revenge of the Sith, courtesy of Peter and Ned. Not that you’re complaining, though.

“Of course I’m happy it’s Friday. I wouldn’t miss movie night for the world. Come on, let’s get to class. We can’t be late again.”

~+~

That night, you’re putting away some clean clothes and listening to music when you hear a distinct three taps on your window. Your eyes dart to the clock next to you that reads “2:43 AM” in bright red lettering. You turn around and see Spider-Man’s iconic suit standing at the window. 

Rushing over, you slide the window up and stare at him confused.

“You’re two days early, you’re not supposed to be here until Sunday night.” You remark, brows furrowed. He doesn’t respond, instead tumbling through your window right past you. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from yelping. He had never come into your room before, so you are beyond confused as to what is happening.

“Help.” You hear his strained voice manage to get out, without the voice modulator covering it.

Oh crap. He’s hurt.

“Oh my god, Spider-Man, what’s wrong? What happened?” You frantically ask, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders to support him as you walk over to your bed and lay him down on it. You see scrapes and blood covering his body as his suit is torn up in places.

“Fight…went wrong.” He forces out, and you can see how labored his breathing is as his chest heaves up and down.

“Okay, uh, give me one second-” You run to your medical cabinet in your house and grab everything you think might be helpful. 

You run back to your room as quietly as possible and get out what you found: a clean warm wet wash towel, sterile gauze, antibacterial ointment, and a small sewing kit. Luckily, your mom is a nurse and taught you a few things on stitching people up in case you ever needed it, which you never thought you would but here you are.

“Stay still. This is going to hurt a little bit, but please don’t move as that will just make it worse.” You instruct, getting to work. You stop the bleeding, clean the wounds, apply the ointment, and start to stitch him up. He winces every so often, but does as you told him and keeps pretty still the whole time.

“Thank you.” He murmurs once you’re done. You can tell he’s exhausted, and you feel bad for him.

“I’m only glad I could help. You worried me there for a second, Spidey.” You admit, laying a hand on his shoulder. You didn’t notice while you were working since you were so worried about him, but dang does he have some abs on him.

You notice your staring and look away, clearing your throat and hoping that he didn’t notice. 

“No need to worry, I’m tough,” He says, and you can tell he’s trying to smile under his mask. You sigh and look at him with a tense look, obviously still worried about his condition. He tries to sit up next to you, but you sternly push him back down onto the bed by his shoulders.

“Stay there for a little bit. I don’t want your wounds opening back up.” You explain to him.

“How long?” He asks. You think you recognize his unmodulated voice for a moment, but you brush it off as a coincidence.

“Until morning at least--”

“Technically it is morning.”

“You know what I mean. My parents are usually out Saturday mornings and they don’t check on me before they leave, so you’ll be safe here for now.” You tell him, studying his masked face. He seems to return your gaze, committing your features to memory.

Your hands that rested on his shoulders start to inch toward his neck, laying there for a moment but not daring to lift up his mask.

“Is today the day you’re curious?” He whispers. A smile quirks up on your face.

“Maybe…” You respond, finding the line where his mask meets his suit. You trace your fingers along the line. You decide to play it bold and creep the mask up slightly. You see the tan skin of his neck and can’t help but pull the mask over his jaw all the way up to his nose. You see his lips and your breath hitches.

He hasn’t stopped you, but you fear pushing the boundary any further than this since he didn’t technically tell you it was okay. Instead, you opt to let go of the mask and run your hand along his jaw and down his neck. Finally, you reach up and rub a thumb over his lips in the ghost of a motion, the singular move sending a shiver down your spine. A long silence envelops the two of you as you both stare intently at each other.

The silence is broken by Spider-Man who mutters a small ‘screw it’ before his lips are on yours. You’re surprised at first, a small noise of surprise leaving your lips, but you quickly melt into his touch. You rest one hand on his chest and the other on his neck as his gloved hands come to your waist and face. You could stay like this forever.

The two of you break apart and stare at each other with what you assume to be shock. That’s what it is for you, at least. Spider-Man just kissed you.

“I-I don’t even know who you are.” You breathe out, reality hitting you. You may know Spider-Man, but you don’t know him.

“You do.” Spider-Man reaches up to the edge of the mask.

“Wait! I- I don’t… If you can’t…” You stumble for the words, not wanting him to jeopardize his identity for you.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, (Y/n/n). Trust me.” He lifts the edge of the mask until it’s entirely off and fallen to the bed. You gape at the man before you.

“Pete?” You whisper, a hand slowly coming to cover your open mouth.

“Hey, (Y/n/n).” He chuckles nervously.

“I’ve been crushing on my best friend this entire time.” You murmur to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You quickly clear your throat and look him up and down.

“So, the Stark internship--”

“Is just a cover for you being Spider-Man? Yeah, I think I figured that one out, genius.” You finish the sentence for him, setting your hand back down on his shoulder.

“Are you mad?” He asks, and you can tell he’s apprehensive for your answer.

“No. Shocked? Yes. But mad? No. You’re saving people’s lives, I can’t be mad at you for that.” You admit.

“But I lied to you.” He frowns.

“I mean, yeah, technically. But I’d do the same, so I’m not going to exactly blame you for that. Thank you for telling me now, though.”

“So does that mean I can kiss you again?” He asks, a small smile gracing his features. A light blush rises to your cheeks.

“Yes.” 

He doesn’t hesitate. In a moment, he’s pulling you back down to him and his lips are on yours. You kiss him feverishly, wishing the moment would last forever again. Who would have known that Peter Parker could have been Spider-Man. All this time, you thought Peter had introduced you to the love of your life when in reality he’s been sitting right in front of your face.

“Movie night tomorrow night will be interesting.” Peter chuckles, running his thumb over your cheek.

“More than,” You agree, leaning down to peck his forehead, “now get some rest tonight, Spider-Man.” 

“Lay with me?” He asks, getting into a more comfortable position on the bed so you can lay down with him.

“Gladly.” You smile and get into bed next to him.

This was certainly quite the interesting couple of months, but you’re not complaining. After all, the newspaper got saved, and you figured out that your crush and best friend are the same person and that he likes you back. Overall, you’d say that the interviews with Spider-Man proved to be a leaping success.

~+~

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! Again, requests are open and so are my dm's! Have a great day!

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AMAZING!!!!! a part 2 pleaseeeeeee where peter and the reader have graduated and separated and Peter soon realises how much he loved her and they meet after a long time but the reader has moved on with someone else??????

love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

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a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

Seashells - Peter Parker

hi hope you enjoy this blurb :) please read the warnings

Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: very small implied dark!peter/obsession Word Count: 538

It was the way you smiled that brought Peter in. He fell right in for you, plunging down into an endless hole but it made him feel so happy. The giddy feeling of crushing first captured him, and slowly the ideas of love sprung close to him. He breathed it in, adoring you even more from the side, watching every moment he spent with you.

The day he decided to confess wasn't the best of days. You were already so down from something he didn't know. You wouldn't tell him - you never told him what would make you upset or angry, and in a way, Peter found it cute. He was so captured by the thought of you, that it didn't matter if you were sad or angry at anything, including at him.

"Hey sunshine." he murmured, walking close behind you after he caught sight of you outside. You barely spared him a glance before moving your attention back ahead of you. He sighed - not at the fact you were upset, but at the beauty of you.

"Stop Parker. I'm not your sunshine." he heard you speak back. He didn't really pay much mind to what you said, instead he focused on the way your voice flowed out, like music.

"I need to tell you something special." he replied, eyes glowing in excitement, needing to get his feelings known to you.

"I don't wanna hear it." he ignored that - well, sort of. He just skipped past it, chuckling at how pretty you looked when you walked. You were always pretty to him.

"You're a really incredible friend. But there's more to that - you're so sweet and beautiful - and I think you're basically the definition of perfection. I think about how you have those special kind eyes, and the way you smile - goodness, I can go on about that forever. But, sunshine, will you give me a chance? Can we go out on a date?" his words tumbled and stumbled, voice croaking and breaking, but he pushed through it. If he was strong enough to fight an avenger, he was strong enough to confess to you.

"No. You don't listen to anything I say, even if I ask you to stop, you don't listen." it wasn't even a moment after Peter stopped speaking that you replied. And of course, he admired you so much still as you spoke.

The way your lips were shinny with that gloss you always put on, and the way your voice was so beautiful. He loved you so much.

"You're my true soulmate. Always, I feel so honored to be here with you, you're almost like a goddess. You’re like one! In my eyes. I really love you, so much." again, he practically repeated what goes through his mind all the time.

"I know you won't listen, but no. I'm just like a shell to you; the types you pick up on the beach and take home to stare at all day. You don't care that there was something living in that shell; you just care about what it looks like."

Peter didn't want to process what you said.

He just continued to smile and blush and follow you around.

He felt like he could only exist if you were there, so he would keep trying, no matter what.