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peter parker x reader || the newspaper (part three)

part one || part two 

summary: the reader finds a lead on Spiderman’s and somehow manages to enlist Peter’s help in discovering his true identity 

warnings: like two swears

The paper was doing better than anyone expected, like a lot better. You had already exposed what was really in the lunches for 'Mystery Meat Monday', busted the science fair sabotage and covered every competition and celebration the school had held. Plus it was wildly popular with the students, despite what you had expected.

And your relationship with Peter was better than anyone expected, like a lot lot better. It seemed with every second you spent with him your affections continued to grow, much to your displeasure.

It was moments like this, when you were sat in the same booth in the same coffee shop as you always did with the same drinks as you always had, that Peter felt less like a person and more like home.

"I have some exciting news!" you said, determined to shake the thoughts away. You couldn't afford to think like that.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "News for me news or newspaper news?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Big news: I might have found a lead on who Spiderman is."

"What!?" Peter choked on his hot chocolate.

"Look, I know it is more of a punt than anything solid but just hear me out: I think he might be a kid from our school." Any colour that was left in Peter's face had drained out. You grabbed your laptop and opened it in front of you both, "This is a list of all the recorded sightings of Spiderman. If you look here, weekends are sporadic but from Monday to Friday you can see that the earliest sightings are all around 3:45. Never any earlier. School finishes at 3:30, so you have to agree that there is at least some plausibility in this." You flicked up a map of Queens onto your screen, "And here, I've plotted all these sightings and any schools in the area. If he's our age, he has to be going to our school, Peter. You can't deny all these sightings are basically a cluster around school and if you can think of any other explanation, please enlighten me." You sat back and observed Peter's reaction.

"But... Y/N... that would make him just a kid." He licked his lips.

You wanted to catch him off guard. You didn't want to interrogate him but if the rumours were true... "Are you saying he's not a kid?"

"Yes!" Peter shot back.

"Because you know him."

"Yes!" You weren't sure whose eyes went bigger, "I mean no. I don't know him. I know Spiderman but I don't know who he is." He tried to recover, "I just know he isn't a kid. He's too tall and broad and his voice is too deep and he's too... too intimidating to be some kid. I hate to say this but it is probably just some coincidence." Peter exhaled, finally meeting your eye, "Why do you want to uncover Spiderman's identity anyway? Surely if he wanted to be known he would make it so."

You considered this for a moment. To be completely honest, you hadn't thought that far ahead. It was just the thrill of the unknown and the glory of being the only one to know who he really is. "I don't want to expose him," you knew that much was true, you respected his want for privacy, "I just- there's something about the mystery of it all, you know? Imagine getting an interview with Spiderman or exclusive details? I just enjoy this, the sleuthing, the stake-outs... I know I won't really find out who he is, it's just the excitement of it all, you know?"

"I just don't want you getting involved with Spiderman; he's the one fighting the bad guys and if they find out you're involved with him? They'll come after you, Y/N." Peter shook his head, "And I think you'll find that's the opposite of what he's trying to do."

Everything became too sombre too quickly. You didn't like it, with Peter it was meant to be all laughs and smiles, not whatever this was. You sat there in silence for a while, neither wanting to disturb the other.

"Hey, how about this," Peter met your eye for the first time in forever, "if you help me look around school tomorrow and we find nothing, I'll forget about this whole Spiderman thing."

The side of his mouth curved up into a smile. "Deal."

-

"What are you even looking for?" Peter leaned against the row of lockers which you were idly flicking open.

"Right now?" you asked, peering into the next locker, "I'm looking to see if Spiderman's made a mistake whilst we wait for someone to unlock the reprographics room."

"What, you think Spiderman's left his suit in his locker? Don't you think he must be slightly more intelligent than that?" he said too quickly.

You frowned as you came across a locked locker, completely ignoring Peter. "Hey, isn't this your locker? What secrets have you got locked away in there?" you turned to him to laugh but he looked too sheepish to join in. You rolled your eyes instead. "Whatever, forget I even asked- I don't want to know what could be so bad that you had to lock it away."

Fortunately, one of the reprographics staff walked past and saved you from whatever hell of a response Peter was going to come back with. You waited for the door to almost shut before catching it with your foot, millimetres from it locking. Peter looked at you with a big oh no when he realised why you had asked if he was any good at quickly copying files. You tossed a memory stick across to Peter.

"It's your time to shine, pretty boy."

-

In theory, your plan was foolproof. You were going to distract the reprographics staff in the back room whilst Peter copied the list of everyone's extracurriculars. Simple.

However, Peter didn't seem to agree- because if anyone is going to lose their neck over this Y/N, it's going to be me. You shrugged and told him something along the lines of suck it up, princess.

The member of reprographics was more than surprised to see you- students were strictly prohibited from entering- and made signs of protest before you swooped in to explain.

"Hello, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could help us? Peter and I are working on an article for the school newspaper special on our school's rich and frankly fascinating history. I was hoping that you had some old documents you could show me that I could include?" You managed to muster a sweet smile and any fight left in her face drained out.

"Follow me." she gestured towards the back room. With her back turned, you finger gunned towards Peter. He pursed his lips in response with a slight raise of his eyebrows as if to say, why am I doing this? Why is it always me?

You turned your attention back to the reprographics lady and humoured her small talk as you flicked through files without really seeing any of the documents. You couldn't focus, all you could think about was Peter's stupid locked locker and whatever he was hiding from you. It was stupid, you knew he didn't have to tell you everything- everyone had secrets, even you- but you didn't like it. It was as though someone had stuffed a huge locked locker shaped wedge between you.

Perhaps what bothered you most wasn't the secret itself; it was what it meant. It meant that Peter had a bigger secret than your biggest secret and you thought your secret was pretty big.

That secret being Peter, of course.

You lost whatever train of thought you were following because the reprographics lady was leaving to go back to her computer, her computer which Peter was currently meddling with. Without thinking, you gasped so she turned back to you. She looked at you expectantly as you struggled to explain what had surprised you so much.

Grasping at straws, you exclaimed, "I love your shoes!" You both glanced down at her brown, shapeless loafers.

"Thank you." She said, turning on her heel. Her voice was filled with thinly veiled indignancy.

"Wait! Where did you get them from?" She knew you were stalling this time and after a momentary pause she hurried back to her desk with more speed than before. You scrambled after her and reached her desk at the same time as her.

Her desk which Peter was sprawled underneath.

"It looked comfortable?" He tried.

-

Needless to say, you got kicked out.

You sat outside the school as the sky began to darken, backs pressed against the wall and chins tipped to the sky. You were horribly aware of how close you were, barely centimetres away from each other, and yet it still felt like each centimetre was a kilometre. You sighed and Peter turned to look at you for what seemed to the first time all day.

"What's up?"

You ran your tongue along your bottom lip as you calculated the perfect words to summarise how you felt. "Well, I fucked that up."

Peter frowned at you, "What do you mean?"

You went to give him an exasperated glance- as if he didn't think that the whole plan had completely fucked up- and saw him toss something and catch it.

"You did it!?" You looked at him in awe.

"Y/N, I have never and will never fail you." He smiled at you and some of the icy distance between you seemed to melt away.

-

You couldn't wait to go through the data so Peter suggested you went back to his since his aunt was away. You printed the lists off and highlighted all the names of students who did no extracurriculars and then narrowed it down to just the boys (Spiderman couldn't be girl, no matter how much you wanted him to be because he had the wrong build) and finally crossed out the remaining names who were either too short by Peter's judgement or too young, leaving a little over a dozen names.

"I think we can cross my name out.", Peter said next to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

"The truth is I'm not Spiderman."

Could Peter be Spiderman? You dismissed the thought with amusement. You sighed, crossing his name out and Peter exhaled in response. Poking him in the arm you said, "I guess it is impossible- Spiderman definitely doesn't have stick arms."

Peter looked offended, "I do not have stick arms! Look at them!"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, your biceps are even bigger than Thor's, Peter." You collapsed onto the sofa, your short list of names still clasped in your hand. One of these kids is Spiderman. You shook your head to yourself in amazement. What next? What next indeed- you tried to think only to find you couldn't.

"What time is it?" You groaned.

"It's just gone two." Peter flopped down next to you and yawned. At least he was as tired as you were.

"I'm just going to close my eyes for a moment." Peter murmured something that sounded like agreement. You put your legs on the side of the sofa and leant back until your shoulder was pressed against his forearm and your head leant against his bicep. He tensed at the contact and you immediately felt stupid for saying he had stick arms as you realised that that couldn't be further from the truth. You almost pulled away- you were tired to a degree that your thoughts were so incoherent that you had only thought about getting comfortable- but then he relaxed and leant back into you.

Just before sleep took over, you could have sworn he whispered "Good night, Y/N."

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hey y’all I’m pretty fond of this blog but I can’t seem to commit to anything ever so... I have a proposition for everyone...

I know this blog never really took off but I’ve got some pieces I wrote back when I first started up and honestly it’s a little depressing to have them simply sitting in random online folders to never be found again-- which is why I’m going to try and post a new piece every week until I essentially run out & hopefully either it’ll reignite my love for writing or I’ll have some followers who wish me to continue.

If not, I will most likely disappear once again into the abyss & who knows, maybe I’ll spontaneously reappear

thanks guys,

natalie x

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peter parker x reader || mistletoe (drabble)

summary: this was meant to be a drabble. I’m sorry it’s so long. you have a horrible crush on your best friend peter & ned can’t help but interfere

warnings: like one swear, blasphemy?, basically a whole lotta christmassy feels and fluff

You had the worst- most soul-crushing, heart-wrenching, mind-numbing- crush on no other than your best friend, Peter Parker. Perhaps the only thing worse than your abysmal crush was the fact that Ned Leeds knew about this said crush.

And the only thing worse than Ned knowing about it was his incessant attempts at setting you up with Peter.

(If Peter didn't know of your crush before, he certainly knew after Ned tried to lock the pair of you in a cupboard together so you could 'fall hopelessly in love', or so he shouted through the keyhole.)

It was small moments like this though, when it was just the pair of you absentmindedly discussing school and exams and all those horrible things, that you fell in love with Peter all over again. He leant back on his locker, all large hand gestures and restless eyes, avidly describing how he was most definitely going to fail the bio test tomorrow.

"If you're going to fail, Peter, the whole class is royally screwed." you sighed, shoving your hands in your pockets. He managed a nervous smile back at you.

"In that case, I better get studying," he said, running his hand through his hair, "still on for tonight in the library?"

Before you could try to play it cool when you really wouldn't miss it for the world, you noticed something hanging over your heads. You glanced up.

"Is that mistletoe?" it was hanging from a string, attached to a rod which was attached to a sheepish Ned. He grinned at you all the same.

"It looks like you're going to have to kiss." he said with a shrug, before noticing your expression, "Sorry, I don't make the rules."

You realised that suddenly neither you nor Peter could quite meet the other's eyes. You knocked the hanging mistletoe out of Ned's hands whilst shooting him a look (he grabbed his chest as you did, claiming that your looks really could kill) and muttered some illegible apology to Peter about having to run to maths. As soon as you got to your seat, you threw your head in your hands and began to wonder what would have happened if you had kissed Peter under the mistletoe.

-

Thankfully, any awkward passing that had occurred that morning had cleared before you got to your study session with Peter. You didn't get nearly as much work done as you really should have done as always, but neither of you seemed to mind. You laughed until you were both moaning that the other had to stop because I swear my intestines are going to fall out if you don't.

It was nice though. He was nice. You sat there, chin resting on your hand as you watched him read it the textbook, hair flopping in front of his eyes, quite enjoying yourself until your phone went off.

"Oh shit." you muttered, "my parents are going to kill me if I'm home late again." Peter smiled a lazy smile back at you.

"I'll walk you home."

-

Walking home was probably your favourite part because it was always the most thrilling. You would walk side-by-side, shoulders touching, fingertips brushing, neither daring to speak in fear of breaking whatever it was that passed between you. It was always too soon though that you were standing outside your apartment building.

Peter followed you up the steps to the door, only pausing on the one below you. You stood there for a moment, just observing the other with your eyes level. You watched his eyes trace around the lines of your face, allowing yours to do the same to his until they found the curve of his jaw, his chin and from there his lips-

You darted your eyes away, looking up (anywhere- at anything but him) as if the ceiling would inspire a wonderful excuse to rid you of this terrible situation. The words that left your mouth couldn't be further from your wishes.

"Oh my god, is that mistletoe?" You looked at Peter, turned magenta, and began to pray for the ground to swallow you whole.

Peter regarded you carefully, "It looks like we're going to have to kiss," he shrugged, grinning playfully at you all the same, "sorry, I don't make the rules."

A moment of hesitation passed between you, you standing there- awe-struck-, just staring in utter disbelief at the boy standing before you. He gave you another boyish grin- oh that smile- and crashed his lips into yours. You relaxed, leaning into him as you wrapped your hands around his neck and his hands wound around your waist. When you pulled away, you just laughed and kissed again.

You were quite certain that mistletoe hadn't been there that morning, and you were even more certain of who must have put it there.

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all i want for christmas is peter parker

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soooo.. as it’s officially christmas I will be celebrating by doing marvel christmas drabbles!!

If you want one:

- mbf me please!!

- send me a request! include either your own personal au, a christmas song or a prompt from either this or this list

- please include the marvel character you want it to be with!!

Anyway, I’m super excited so please send in any requests!! I will also be writing my own christmas drabbles though!!

I will be continuing with ships in the meantime!

thank you guys!

natalie 

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I have my gcses in may. This is officially the only thing that matters now.

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peter parker x reader || the newspaper (part two)

part one

summary: the big game finally rolls around, only for peter to get caught up at the internship

warnings: mentions of a car chase, heart-wrenching pining… literally nothing

You were running slightly late as usual (or as you liked to remind everyone else, just fashionably late) and had to run all the way from school to the coffee shop you promised you would meet Peter in. You were pretty sure it was the most exercise you had ever done.

“Howdy, partner.” You said, sliding into the booth next to Peter. “Sorry I’m late, I got distracted by a narcissist who sold his soul for eternal youth and a creepy painting.”

Peter narrowed his eyes at you, “My head says ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ but my heart says Flash Thompson.”

“Oh my god,” you snorted, “where have you been all my life?” You sat there laughing for a while, both trying to snatch glances of the other when you thought they weren’t looking. “Seriously though,” you wheezed, “I know the best drink in this place so I’m ready to order whenever you are.”

“It’s cinnamon hot chocolate.” A look of shock shot between you as you replied in sync- before you both burst out laughing once again.

Peter recovered first and with a flushed face went to order the drinks. You watched him as he did it, all large hand gestures and words running into each other, finishing with that signature smile and those eyes, those eyes of his that could will you to anyth-

shit, you thought, not this again. 

You willed your heart to stop thumping so loud (you could’ve sworn he could hear it) but he was already turning around. It was too late- he caught you staring and you felt your face burn. But Peter just smiled. Not an arrogant smile, just his usual Peter smile. You managed to return it.

Within moments he was walking back over to you, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration as he tried not to spill the mugs he held in each hand. He slid yours across the table and you caught it before taking a sip.

“I suppose we should be talking about the stupid newspaper?”

“Stupid?” Peter mused, “I thought you liked writing?”

“Not about the game or how the debate team got humiliated. Besides, how would you know?”

“Because you’re always tapping around on that laptop wherever you go.” Peter nodded towards the only possession you actually cared about lying on the seat next to you, “Anyway, everyone knows because you smash everyone’s English grades.”

You mocked an accusatory tone, “So you’ve been spying on me too? What other secrets are you hiding?” Peter tried to laugh only he couldn’t quite bring himself to meet your eye. An awkward silence settled between you.

You sipped your hot chocolate and got cream stuck all over your top lip. You pulled your sunglasses out of your pocket, slipped them on and looked over them at Peter, “Am I Tony Stark yet?”

You laughed and wiped off the cream. “See! That’s what I want to write about! The big stories! Like Iron Man or Spiderman or…” you saw the tv in the corner had switched over to report a live coverage of a police chase, “something like that!” You pointed towards the tv screen.

Peter’s face dropped.

“I have to go.”

“Oh, okay.” You mustered, trying to hide your disappointment, “Just don’t forget the game tomorrow! And don’t be late!”

“I won’t!” Peter swung his bag over his shoulder and ran, leaving you to finish your hot chocolate alone.

You glanced back up to the screen a few moments later to see Spiderman had joined in the chase: now there was an interesting story. You kept watching, sipping away absentmindedly until you saw something that shocked you out of your stupor. You recognised that street name: they were heading towards you.

You grabbed your laptop and grinned, the school newspaper was going to have something slightly more exciting than just the game this week.

-

You were feeling pretty bummed. Yesterday had been a disaster- everything was closed off- so it would have been more enthralling to watch the news report than what you got to see. You fought your way to the front of the barriers just to come away with nothing.

Today was all that mattered though, this game was what you were supposed to write about. Everything was as it should be.

Except there was no Peter.

It didn’t really matter you supposed, there was still plenty of time left for him to snap a couple of pictures. It was just that you were sat alone, typing about some stupid game you didn’t care about and only confined your writing. You weren’t a commentator, you were an artist. You supposed you just missed him. He would have made this fun or at least him sitting next to you would have made you feel warm against the cold wind that whipped around you.

No matter, you chided to yourself, no matter.

At some point during the match, you had given up and began finishing some story you had given up months ago that still proved to be more exciting than the mindless throwing and batting of a ball. You were just tapping randomly now, rows of letters fuzzed on your screen. You glanced across to where your English teacher was sat- they smiled encouragingly- and you wondered how you were going to break it to them that you couldn’t do this. You looked back at your keyboard, your fingers reaching to write something. You closed your eyes and let them.

Peter.

Something about it was almost harmonious to type. You typed it again.

Peter. Peter.

And again.

Peter. Peter. Peter.

And again and again, until your screen was filled with Peter, Peter, Peter and your fingers couldn’t stop.

Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter. Pe

“Hey, sorry I’m late, I got caught up at the internship.” you snapped your laptop shut. “I brought hot chocolate though to make up for it.” You took your cup off Peter and prayed he hadn’t seen what you had been writing.

“So what have I missed? Is your article going well?” Thank God.

“Nothing and no… I just can’t write this sort of thing.” You sighed, “Thanks for the hot chocolate, let me just grab my purse-”

“No! It’s the least I could do given I abandoned you at this dreadful match alone. It’s on me.” Peter smiled at you and it was the first time you really saw him since he had sat down. His face was flushed red and the purple signs of a black eye were appearing.

“Hey, are you o-” before you could finish something came flying towards your head, causing you to duck as you looked at Peter. He reached out in front of your face and with a soft thump caught the baseball and tossed it back down to the game. “How?!” you asked, immediately straightening out and forgetting what you were going to say, “How did you do that?”

Peter shrugged, “Practice?”

“Why aren’t you on the team? You’re a better catch than them all combined! Have you tried out?” you looked at Peter and his face told all, “Oh, I forgot that internship took up your entire life.” You shook your head, still in shock. “You are a mystery, Peter Parker, the greatest mystery of this sorry high school.”

You shifted in your seat, barely conscious of the words spilling out your mouth, “I should like to write about you one day.”

“And I would like that too,” Peter grinned, “only if I can take your picture though.”

You laughed until you heard the camera shutter. “Wait, you were being serious?”

Peter’s eyes went wide, his lips parted as his fingers already searching for the button, “I can delete it if you want.”

“No! I mean, no, it’s fine.” your heart was thumping again and you weren’t sure why. It was just a picture: just a picture he now had on his camera forever. You tried to steady your breathing. This was fine, this was completely and utterly fine, you were fine, everything was fine. “How did it turn out?”

Peter looked at his camera and then at you. He studied your eyes like he studied the photo and then his gaze trailed down your face, resting on your lips. You could feel the heat of his uneven breath on your face, every millimetre that laid between your hands resting on the bench. You were sure you could hear the fluttering of his eyelashes, the stuttering of his heart- and Peter looked away, licking his lips. You sat back.

“Perfect.” he smiled without meeting your eyes. You smiled back, eyes trained on your feet.

part three

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Hi! Can I have a Maze Runner, marvel and a Teen wolf ship? I am 5'5, straight, and female. I have hazel eyes, wavy brown/redish hair. My friends think that I am crazy, they say I am ussaly happy, but when you first meet me I can be a little shy. I am very sarcastic and have a bug sense of humor. I love to read and bing watch netflix 24/7. My face is covered in freckles and I need glasses. I am pritty active, I play field hockey, basketball, and lacross. I also love to sing and draw. One more thing I also have bad anxiety and ADD( yes ADD not ADHD) Thx sm ly❤️😘😍 

Hey! Thank you for the request @angelah2442, I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to do!!

I ship you with Minho!

When you first entered the Glade, you mostly kept to yourself until you made a few friends- one of which was Newt. Once you had warmed up to each other, you would always have him in stitches leading to him constantly trying to get you to talk to Minho because you’re so similar it is scares the shuck out of me. You never took him up on these offers but it soon became obvious that Minho had different plans. Whilst you were eating, Minho slid into the seat next to you and tried to throw an insult at you but you immediately sassed him back. Minho just looked at you, astounded, and immediately fell in love. He chased you down relentlessly (but was always a gentleman) until you agreed to go on a date with him... from there, your relationship just blossomed.

I ship you with Bucky!

You met Bucky when you were both living in Stark Tower. Of course you knew of each other  but that never extended to more than a nod as you passed each other in the corridors. You spent a fair amount of time in the gym to keep up your fitness for all the sport you play and the more you went, the more often Bucky seemed to be using the gym at the same time. At the beginning, you both just kept to yourselves... that was until you were both using the treadmills one time. You caught him glancing over to your monitor to check what setting you were on and proceeded to put his one higher. In response, you would put yours up until you were both practically flat-out sprinting on the highest setting on the treadmills. Getting cocky, Bucky smirked and leant over to mess with your treadmill, only to lose his balance and fall of his own. You laughed so hard that you inevitably fell off your own and landed on top of him. Bucky just grinned at you before finally wheezing out a ‘hello’.

I ship you with Scott!

You sat in biology, idly doodling your crush sitting on the other side of class, who just so happened to be no other than Scott McCall. You were relatively proud of this one- of course you had drawn him before and with every attempt his face became easier to master. You only realised that class had been dismissed after Scott began to move and you rushed to grab your stuff so not to be left by everyone. Shouldering the door open, you bumped straight into someone and dropped all your books. You scrambled to pick up everything only to see whoever you had bumped into bend down and pick up a sheet that had floated out of your biology textbook. Your stomach plummeted as you realised who you had bumped into: it was only the very boy you had drawn on the sheet he was just picking up. “Hey, sorry about that. Is this yours?” you shook your head meekly, avoiding his eyes, “It’s amazing” he mumbled, still staring at it. “Would you mind showing me the rest of your art? Perhaps over a coffee sometime?” You just grinned in response.

Again, I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoyed them!

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Sorry to bother you but when will the ships be posted?

Hey! I will be doing them as soon as I can as they can take me a little while to do each one and it has been quite hectic recently!! I have four to do so hopefully I will get them done over the course of this week? I’m so sorry for the long wait and thank you for your patience!!

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we;re watching the avengers and bc j*ss wh*edon is weak and didnt have the spine to play toxic by britney spears when loki wrecked that museum gala we did it for him and honestly? it made the movie 248375% better

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peter parker x reader || the newspaper (part one)

part two

summary: the reader is asked to start a school newspaper with a certain budding photographer... only the one story on the reader’s mind is Spiderman’s... this is a little bit introductory so please bear with me I swear it gets better over the next couple of parts!!

warnings: nada

She stood at the door. It looked different this time, different to all those other times when they had fallen through the doorway, barely making it into the hall before collapsing onto the floor laughing; different to how it looked when she glanced back after leaving, her skin still electrified with him. Him. Him, always him. She didn't know when or how or why but at some point on their reckless adventures she realised that she had fallen recklessly in love with him. And she was going to tell him. She was. She was. She held her hand up to the door, knuckle hovering in front of the wood. What if someone else answered? What if he answered? What if she really had to tell him this time, not just another rehearsal in her bathroom mirror, the real thing? She took a deep breath. Three knocks for her three-word confession, how sickeningly poetic. Her chest imploded as she heard a noise from inside the house, him tripping down the stairs? His dog falling off the sofa like he always does when there's a knock at the door? No- she couldn't do this- she would rather suffocate in this silence than have to tell him- but there he was, opening the door, his eyes already smiling her name. She had to. She had to or the horrible longing, yearning, craving, would continue to eat her alive until she was nothing more than an empty shell. She had to. Her lips parted and wavered and closed until she opened them again, determined to utter those three hateful words that had destroyed her. She looked him in the eye with a shaking breath,-

"Y/N?" You looked up from your laptop to see your English teacher standing over you. You cursed to yourself as wherever that sentence was going was long gone. You tried a civil smile; it came out sour.

If your teacher noticed, they didn't acknowledge it.

"I was wondering if you could not only help me but the school as a whole," they perched on the bench next to you, "and maybe even yourself. I'm sure you're aware our school community is operated by the student body and yet I have noticed one integral missing part to our society: a school newspaper!" Your teacher made a gesture as if this was the greatest news you were ever going to hear in your life and even when your enthusiasm inevitably failed to match their's, they continued undeterred. "You're probably wondering what any of this has to do with you. The fact is, we want our most talented writer on the job and it would seem a tragedy if we ignored you. At the moment it would just be you and the photographer working together to publish a weekly newspaper, however there's no reason that with some work you couldn’t have a whole team of writers behind you in the future." They gave you one, last trying smile to win you over, "What do you say?"

"I have to decline." you said, turning back to your laptop.

"What? Why? I thought you wanted to be a writer?" Your teacher was somehow still surprised despite your obvious disinterest the whole time they were talking.

"I want to be an author, not a journalist. I write stories, not articles."

"But journalists do write stories! Only they're happening in real life rather than in your head. Even if not for the writing, do it for your CV. You'll have a specific extra curricular to what you want to do and I'll give you extra credit." Your teacher raised their eyebrows, tentatively watching you for some sort of response to their offer.

You had to admit, Chief Writer and Editor of the school newspaper would look pretty cool.

You sighed and closed your laptop. "So, who's my co-worker?"

-

Weaving through the corridors, you made your way to the art room. You had never liked school: it killed artists. You had to stifle a laugh at the irony, there was always a home in hell.

As much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but be pulled down by a wave of nostalgia. The walls had always been a prison but now? Now you could look at the trophies and the esteemed alumni that littered the photo frames and cabinets and believe that maybe, just maybe you could be up there too one day.

You had to shake your head. It was just a stupid school newspaper.

With your laptop folded under your arm, you pushed the art room door open with your hip and was hit by that familiar smell of whatever materials they had been using that day. It smelt like unreined imagination, forever refreshing after being surrounded by everyone's overworked personalities as if they had walked straight out of some horrendous book.

You turned to find two pairs of eyes glued to you and very quickly realised that you had barged in and interrupted their conversation.

"Oh! I'll, uhm, just be-" you jutted your thumb in the direction of the door so you didn't have to finish your sentence.

"Wait!" Your art teacher exclaimed, "That was perfect timing actually, Y/N, I had just finished explaining to Peter what our plan is. I'm sure you know Peter?" The boy's face went straight pass red and into magenta at the mention of his name.

Your stomach dropped; you couldn't believe your luck. Of course you knew Peter- everyone did after the whole Peter-knows-Spiderman incident... and suddenly you had an interesting story.

You extended your hand to him, "My name's Y/N. I guess you're my new coworker?"

"So it seems." He smiled, shaking you on it.

"I was just telling Peter about the big game on Friday, perhaps your first project together?" You tried a smile. You always avoided games but you sensed you wouldn’t be able to escape this one.

"Sure, that sounds great!" You glanced at your watch and cursed, "I better get going now or I'll be dead if I'm late home again. Thanks again for organising this and thinking of me." You added before turning to the door.

"I'm going that way." You turned and looked at Peter; you weren't sure who was more surprised by his outburst. "I mean, we can talk about the newspaper and... stuff?"

You smiled at him and held open the door.

-

It didn't take you long to realise that Peter wasn't the sort to lie. Besides, it made sense that he would have at least seen Spiderman at that Stark internship.

Maybe this was actually going to work.

"Well, this is my stop." You grinned, looking between Peter and your house. You liked him, which was saying a lot. You didn't have the patience for most of the kids at school... but Peter? Peter- Peter was different. You mentally rolled your eyes at yourself for being so cliché.

He was though, you couldn't deny that much, he was smart and kind and funny- you were in stitches the whole way home- and your heart couldn't help but do the thing whenever he looked at you and laughed and the skin around his eyes crinkled.

"I almost forgot!" You said, jolting yourself out of your thoughts, "We should probably meet before the game, how about tomorrow after school at the coffee shop around the corner?" It was your turn to go red,"I mean, to talk about the newspaper and... stuff?"

Peter laughed. You already loved his laugh.

"Sure. I have a feeling this is the start of quite a partnership."

From your top step you mimed tipping your hat to him, "Well, goodnight partner."

"And goodnight to you too, partner." Peter said with a flourished bow.

You both laughed, even if yours was tinged with melancholy because you knew you were going to have to turn away.

part two

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‘‘Oh, Peter. I know, I know it’s really hard trying to fit in with all the changes your body is going through. It’s flowering now.’’

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Awh this is lovely, thank you so much for the mentions!!

For the ship blogs: Narnia, Marvel, Xmen, and Harry Potter

Here are some ship blogs that I love (I follow them on my personal blog)

I hope this will help you

For all these blogs you should verify first if they still take ships requests

Narnia: @cairparavells @hpimagines-galore @maximofftrash @lenascuriosity

Marvel (x-men is from marvel so often they do x-men as well):@marvel-imagines-yes-please @ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult @spideybpy @hpimagines-galore @steelfeather @spideywritings @multi-fandom-imagines13 @beahippie23 @travelwithwords @purelyparker @maximofftrash @lenascuriosity @everythingandanythingimagines @doctorloveblood @fandomescaper @tealeafdreamings @writer-foreverx @jotabro-cooljo @quaking084 @jordy—9 @sashavis @fanaticimagines @fandom-ship-imagine-requests @just-some-girl-92 @peterparkyourassonme @so-many-freaking-ships @apocalypse-118 @several-fandoms-girl @frozen-dorito @imagines-in-progress @fanlove-fandomlife @coltcas @make-me-imagine

Harry Potter: @chelswriting @marvel-imagines-yes-please @thoseofgreatambition @spideybpy @hpimagines-galore @designatedartdump @team-prongs @beahippie23 @lenascuriosity @ambiguouszombie @stxxphi @fictional-soulmates @bored-hufflepuff-emo @fandomescaper @just-some-girl-92 @foodforfangirls @queen-disera-the-fifth @peterparkyourassonme @evdelacyimagines @hpshipsx @lupinsbaby @fanlove-fandomlife @make-me-imagine @drarrystarr

Teen Wolf: @spideybpy @tvdtotwfanforever @steelfeather @hellhoundlover @multi-fandom-imagines13 @beahippie23 @maximofftrash @ambiguouszombie @lookclosernow @bored-hufflepuff-emo @skeletonwoman @quaking084 @wolveshabane @fandom-ship-imagine-requests @golddaggers @foodforfangirls @make-me-imagine

The Maze Runner:  @spideybpy @lenascuriosity @ambiguouszombie @lucifers-embodiment-imagines @writer-foreverx  @foodforfangirls @make-me-imagine @neewtmas

If you’re a ship blog you can comment under it and I’ll add you ! :)

Even if you write for other fandoms (from any book, movie or tv show)

(you can ask me ask well to remove you from the list if you don’t do ship anymore)