Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader
@nevaehsuga : Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the akward/sarcastic type and they write for the schools newspaper. And can peter be the one to take pictures for the paper? So one day the reader writes about spiderman (like who spiderman could be? Maybe they guess it’s a teenager) (or they write how amazing he is despite what others say about him) idk this idea came to me (and since I can’t write for crap) I knew you could execute this perfectly. I really love your writing sweetheart
A/N: This is probably so bad. I’m so, so, sorry for the long wait! High school is already pretty stressful and homework was keeping me from writing anything. Thank you so much for those of you who are still sticking with me, I am so sorry if this actually sucks, it is such a great request but I feel like I messed it up… Well, thanks for reading anyway!<3
You absentmindedly twirl your ballpoint pen between your fingers, listening to your fellow school newspaper committee members disagree on something stupid.
“We should write about the chess club! The big tournament is coming soon and they need all the support they can get!”
“Oh, so you’re telling me that the chess club is more important than the news of the new captain of the Academic Decathlon team?”
“How about a story on sports!”
“This is Midtown School of SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY! We don’t do freaking sports!”
“(Y/N), as our head journalist, what do you think?”
You hadn’t even realized that you had laid your head on the desk, dosing off slightly. With a jolt, you recoil back and sit up straight, feigning a look of deep concentration.
“We should write about Spider-Man.” you state matter of factly without a second thought, earning a series of groans from everyone in the room.
“He’s had enough praise! He’s old news!”
“He could be, like, a seriously weird person. We don’t need weird people here.”
“Then why are you in this room?”
“He’s boring! Iron Man is better!”
“Now, now settle down children.” you drawl, shaking your head from side to side. “Clearly, you don’t understand the significance of this particular hero. Sure, maybe he’s not the most impressive hero in the book but in a way, he is one of the most important-”
You hear a scoff from a corner of the room but you decide to ignore it, ”-because he, like us, is just a teenager.“
Another outburst erupts from your peers.
"AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?”
You roll your eyes, “Pfft, please. I know what boys sound like when their hormones start getting all excited.”
Many eyes avert your gaze in embarrassment and you smirk with satisfaction.
"Since he is a teenager, he is probably dealing with all the hardships that we are and even more for he has to be able to balance all these regular struggles with saving the world.“ you continue.
"City.” someone coughs in an unsubtle manner.
“More like street.” someone else giggles.
“He’s accomplished more than the both of you combined.” you fire back, glaring. They avert your gaze, coughing nervously.
“He is quite phenomenal and I believe he deserves more praise. Imagine the publicity this paper and article could receive!” you say enthusiastically when you see some unconvinced (and unimpressed) looks. “Fellow students will feel a surge of motivation reading about a hero that has accomplished so much at such a young age! If Spider-Man can save the world and complete his homework, then us normal people can ace a final math exam!”
"Please. We all know why you want to write another article about this Spider character,” a boy calls from the back and sniggers soon echoed through the room. “You have a crush on him. Pathetic. He probably doesn’t even know you exist.”
You feel your cheeks burn as giggles fill the room but you don’t let a little blush stop you.
“And the last time I checked, your photography skills don’t exist either,” you remark, a triumphant grin crawling on your face as you witnessed the boy turn livid. “I’m going to have to ask you to give me that camera now, there’s someone I have in mind that is much more deserving of this position than you.”
His mouth is gaping at you uncontrollably but it doesn’t phase you in the slightest.
“All in favour to write about our web shooting hero?”
Every hand shoots immediately into the air.
“Come on, Parker!” you whine, trying to keep up with his long paces down the hallways. “Just one photo, that’s all I’m asking! I’ll even help you! I know some places where he tends to show up… like that churro stand down that street and-”
“No!” Peter repeats, but this time you were startled for he had basically shouted. He blushes and lowers his voice when a teacher gives the two of you the stink eye. “I mean, I can’t (Y/N). I’m really sorry.”
You scoff, folding your arms across your chest in attempt to appear menacing. Peter didn’t flinch or back away. The two of you had always been like this, ever since you were kids. The Stubbornness Showdown, as the two of you liked to call it. Basically a game of who would be able to stand their ground and who would give in first. Sometimes it went on for days, cause let’s face it, you and Peter were probably the most stubborn and independent people in the world.
All of this was normal, the two of you practically grew up together. You had so much in common and you laughed and learned together, helped each other up when the other fell down. But as you grew older your affection for Peter started to grow stronger. Besides, dating Peter sounded much more realistic than dating Spider-Man, whoever he was.
“You know what? I bet you can’t do it. You probably don’t even know how to turn on a camera.” you taunt, turning your back to him and walking away.
“It’s not that…”
“Pfft, please. Excuses, excuses.”
You mask a smile of triumph when you see Peter flush red while struggling to come up with an answer.
Although you were going to admit, he was acting strangely. You were only asking for a simple picture and you even offered to lend him a hand. It was quite a simple task, so what made him say no?
“Well, I’ll be off then-”
“…Fine, I’ll do it.”
“I’m afraid that your answer is too late, Mr. Parker. Don’t worry I’ll find someone else. Flash perhaps? I’d absolutely love to feed his ego, see how large it can grow…”
“(Y/N)!” Peter shouts, sounding exasperated but smiling all the same. “Please, let me. I’ll do it!”
“Hmm, that’s odd. I recall that I was the one asking you to agree merely minutes ago-”
“Lead by example.”
“Must you insist on tagging along?” he asked, nervously pulling at the collar of his sweatshirt, his skintight red and blue suit hiding underneath.
“Dude, we’ve been hiding out here since we were five. Even if you didn’t want me here, I’d find you in a matter of seconds,” you reply, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge with your own. Peter fought the urge to lean in closer. Instead, he huffed heavily in response.
“Besides, you like my company.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Shut it, Parker."
It went on like this for a while; the two of you on the lookout for the red and blue clad hero while talking about meaningless things.
"So why are you so keen on writing an article on Spider-Man?” Peter inquired suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. “A lot of people think that he’s a lame hero or simply a party trick. Are you planning to write a hate article?”
For some reason, Peter looked awfully hurt, but you brushed it off without a second thought. You also tried to ignore his warm, brown eyes but goddamnit, it was hard.
“Well, I think he’s amazing and deserves so much more credit,” you start, struggling to keep your thoughts together when Peter’s eyes bore into yours. “He’s inspiring and I feel like he has the need to prove himself and I want to help him along on his journey. I bet he’s been through a lot and I will try my best to support him, even if he doesn’t know I exist.”
You expect Peter to laugh or make fun of you but - to your surprise - he smiles. His affection for you was growing by the second. Feeling comfortable, you continue.
“I know I must sound like an obsessed fangirl, but I guess I kind of want to prove myself too. Writing this article could help change the way people think, not only about Spider-Man but maybe about me too. A lot of people in the newspaper committee question my ideas and authority, and if this paper is successful it could really boost everyone’s trust in me and perhaps the teasing will cease too.”
“Teasing?” Peter questions with a smirk, scooting in closer. “What could they possibly tease you about? You’re a hard egg to crack."
You sigh, shaking your head. "They’re convinced I have a crush on Spider-Man, which is why they think I’m writing this article.”
“Well, do you?”
You punch his arm gently and you notice he’s blushing a light shade of pink. Why? Once again you weren’t sure but it possibly couldn’t be because of you… could it?
“Maybe… But lately, I’ve got my eye on someone more realistic.”
He chuckles and you wish that he would ask you who that someone was when he jumps to his feet.
“Here, hold on to this. I’ll be right back,” he says, tossing his camera to you. You fumble, barely catching it. Before you can ask him where he’s going off to, he bolts off, leaving you feeling lonely and disappointed.
Of course, he didn’t like you back in that way, how foolish of you to even hope. You scold yourself and close your eyes in humiliation.
“Whooo!” you hear a voice yell happily, and you open your eyes to see your favourite hero swinging through the air. You wouldn’t exactly call his movements graceful, however, they were agile and you simply admired him, smiling stupidly when you remember Peter’s camera in your hands.
You bring it up and furiously snap pictures, while muttering, “Damn it, Peter, you always leave before the best part.”
“Congrats on the article! Great picture too, I might add.” Peter praises you the next day by your locker in between classes. “You wrote some amazing things…”
Peter fought the urge to thank you, for everything. But you couldn’t know… not yet.
Though it was true. The paper was a huge success, the whole school loved it. Of course, you added assorted school blurbs, info and news throughout the pages, but everyone’s new favourite superhero was on the front page.
“You never came back yesterday,” you state, handing him back his camera. A wave of guilt hits Peter. Hard.
He grimaces, looking guilty. “I know and I’m sorry. I was busy.”
“Aren’t you always?” you muse, not looking at him. “You could make it up to me though.”
You regret the words as they came out of your mouth but there was no turning back now.
“Take me out on a date. What do you say?”
But he said nothing for the bell pierced the silence that had last for only 3 seconds. And now he was walking away, heading to his next class, his body movements rigid and quick. It might’ve been only three seconds, but the silence of the unanswered request felt like an eternity for you because he had hesitated. He wasn’t jumping at the opportunity. He didn’t return your feelings. He left you the other day because he didn’t want to anything to do with you
Doubts clouded your thoughts as you walked to your final classes, barely able to feel your feet moving beneath you.
You were the first one out of the school when class was dismissed, fleeing from the building without turning back.
Chocolate and bad movies sounded great right now, you were planning your next few days of solitude in your head when you see something sparkling out of the corner of your eye.
You gasp when you register the beautiful scene in front of you.
One of the large, metal school fences was decorated in delicate spider webs, glistening in the sunlight. It was absolutely gorgeous, but what struck you the most was that the webs were spelling out a word.
And suddenly, everything clicked into place.