it didn't really turn out as i had imagined

I hope I don’t regret choosing these hair and uniform colors in a few weeks.

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Requested by Anonymous (But I accidentally deleted the request \(._.)/)

Peter didn’t expect this.. 

After he finished with his fight for Mr. Tony Stark, (Yeah, The Tony Stark. Otherwise known as Iron Man. As in the Iron Man in the Avengers. As in he fought with the flipping Avengers. He’s like an elite hero now or something.) he thought that the Avengers would be done with him now. 

At least he kind of hoping.. Do you know how difficult it was explaining to Aunt May why he was gone for so long? 

But it didn’t work like that. 

Whenever they had a mission near them, he was always asked to go and assist. It was polite enough, sure. But he knew that when Black Widow asked him to do something, there really wasn’t an option for him to refuse. 

So here he was now, perching on a ledge of some building while he listened to Natasha and Clint go over the plans. It didn’t seem like that big of a mission, but he wasn’t going to ask to leave. He pissed Widow off once, and even though they kind of shared a name sake, he knew he would get no mercy a second time. 

He scanned the ground underneath him absent mindedly, only half listening to the other two at this point. They were just going to find one thug, and he doubted he was going to do little more than web him to the wall so Natasha and Clint could talk to the dude. 

But that’s when he saw you, you were walking down the streets with your hands in your pockets and your head down. He smiled a little behind his mask, and forgot for a second that the super spies were even there in the first place.

Everything was fine, Peter thinking about when he was ever going to tell you. It wasn’t healthy not doing so, and it wasn’t fair that you didn’t know why she sometimes cancelled or showed up late to dates. And you were as always oblivious to Spider-Man watching you from rooftops, thinking about what homework you still had to complete and the chores you would have to do when you got home. 

Sure, everything was great until it suddenly wasn’t. 

When you were walking past a group of teenage boys, there was a couple chuckles before one stood out just after you passed them and called out to you. 

“Hey sweetie, put a smile on that pretty face!” 

As you glanced over your shoulder startled to see who yelled at you, Peter tensed up on his perch as he watched what was going on. 

“If you come over here, I can do it for ya babygirl.” 

Before Peter knew what he was doing really, he was already swinging down to land on the ground between you and the group of guys before his friends even stopped laughing. 

“Did someone call me?” Peter smiled behind the mask as he spread his arms casually. “But I do have a name though. I actually happen to prefer Spider-Man over baby girl. It’s more direct, you know?” 

The guy who was catcalling you, hesitated now. Not quite sure what to say. 

“What’s up, kid? Cat got your tongue? Getting a little shy now that you’re getting some attention back?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and the guy just shook his head and moved back into the little circle of his friends as they started walking away. “Awe, going so soon? Bummer.” 

He turned around to face you to see you have a thoughtful look on your face. Your eyebrows were scrunched together and there was a cute little frown on your lips as you stared at him. 

He gulped. 

“Thank You,” You murmured slowly. 

Peter nodded, trying to play it off cool. “No problem. Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man coming to offer a helping hand.” 

You raised your eyebrows as you took a step closer. “Just my friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, hm?” 

“.. Yes.” 

“Not an over protective boyfriend in Spandex?” 

Peter almost choked on his spit, and immediately turned into a stuttering mess. “W-what are you talking about? I mean.. You’re lovely, but we just met, and-,” 

“Peter you can’t seriously believe that I don’t recognize your voice. And I mean.. Spider-Man doesn’t stop in for every jerk who yells at a girl.” 

“Maybe he tries his best to.” 


“Me, I meant.. Me. I do. Because.. Yeah. Because I do. I try my best.” 

You took another step forward to him, and taking advantage of the darker time of day and slightly near an alleyway, you reached for his mask. 

“You really shouldn’t do that. It’s hardly poli- Oh, you’ve done it. Hi,” Peter grinned shyly down at you when you took his mask off completely and looked up at him an innocent smile. 

“You’re really Spider-Man, holy shit.” You muttered. 

Peter looked down at the space inbetween you two, and shuffled his feet a little. “I wanted to tell you, it’s just-,” 

He got cut off by you suddenly standing up a little straighter to press a kiss on his lips, and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stable. 

It took a second for him to snap out of his confusion, but as soon as he tried to return the affection, a voice cut you two off. 

“Get some, bug boy!” Clint shouted down at you two from another rooftop. Both of your heads snapped up to look at him and the Black Widow leaning over the edge grinning at the two of you. 

“Is that..?” 

“It’s a long story.” Peter grumbled.

Unwanted (Nate Maloley Imagine)

AN: So here’s an imagine since i hit 300 followers! Thank you so much lovelies you’re awesome and amazing and perfect i love you lots! I hope you guys like it (p.s sorry it’s so long i got really into it and for the cheesy ending i just didn't know how to wrap it up)

Warning: Curse/swear words 

I thought today would be another day stuck in a hotel room, tour bus, or back stage alone for hours but it turned out a little bit differently than I expected.

Nate and I had been going out for a year and a half so when he said he was going on tour with Sammy for 3 months I decided to go with him. I couldn’t of handled being without him for that long. It was actually really fun being on the bus with them. But when they had meet and greets and shows I usually stayed on the bus, in a hotel room, or back stage. I figured it was just best I tried to stay away from fans after some of the hate I’ve gotten on twitter.

We were all hanging out in the living room area of the hotel after Nate and Sammy had gotten ready. Nate sat on the chair across from the couch while Sammy was checking himself out in the mirror.

“Are you sure you’re want to stay in here again all day y/n?”

Nate asked me. Obviously feeling bad about me always being alone.

“Yeah I’m sure, really it’s fine.”

I replied trying to show him that I was okay.

“Oh come on y/n don’t be a fucking party pooper. There’s tons of fans that want to meet you. They always bring you stuff and get sad when they can’t give it to you. Just come to the Meet and greet with us!!”

Sammy said, not understanding where I was coming from. He was telling the truth though. There was lots times when Nate brought me gifts after meet and greets that fans have brought me. Yet I was still scared to face the people who didn’t like me.  

“That is so not true. The fans hate me. Going would be such a bad idea guys.”

I said, starting to get a little bit frustrated.

Nate got up, walked over to the couch, picked me up, and sat me in his lap. He pushed my hair behind my ears and grabbed my face. Sammy got the memo and walked to his room closing the door behind him. Nate looked into my eyes with sadness and kissed me gently then pulled away.

“Y/n I really don’t want you to feel that way. They have to be okay with the fact that I have a girlfriend. And if any of them aren’t they aren’t worth our time.”

I thought about it for a second. I hated seeing Nate upset.

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll go.”

“Yes yes thank you thank you y/n!”

Nate said super excited and happy already.

“Come on Sammy we got a meet and greet to go to!”

“Yeeee okay let’s go lovebirds!”

We made our way out of the hotel room and to the elevators. Nate and I held hands until the elevator door opened to the lobby and I quickly let go of it. There weren’t many fans in the lobby but Sammy and Nate met the ones that were there. I took pictures of them with fans on the girls phone and hugged the ones that wanted to meet me.

Once we had met all of those girls we made our way to a conference/convention room. It was all set up and we had about 10 min until the fans would come and line up. There were 3 stools set up with a silky malo back drop. I sat on one of them and trying to relax my nerves before it started. Nate and Sammy were goofing off and laughing. Then the doors opened and screaming girls started to line up. They all already had their phones out taking pictures. Every once in a while I’d hear someone scream “Oh my god y/n’s here!” from the crowd all excited. That made me feel a little bit better.

The security guards had a special system so they would only let one girl at a time unless there were a group of friends, then they would let the group come together. There were a group of 2 girls that came first. They had me take a picture of them with Nate and Sammy, and then asked to take a picture with me. They gave me hugs and said how happy they were I was with Nate and then left. After them I started to feel completely okay with coming.

Things were going really smoothly until a group of four girls started walking towards us. They all seemed around 16 years old and were just looking at me with complete bitch faces. I tried to calm myself down knowing Nate would be here the whole time. One of the girls walked up to me.

“Hey, uh hmm sorry I forgot your name..”

“Y/n, what’s yo-” but she quickly cut me off.

“That doesn’t really matter, can you take our picture with the boys?”

“Um yeah, sure.”

I grabbed her phone and took a couple.

Then they all asked if they could take a group picture with me. They all got around me and Nate took the picture. Then they each gave me a hug. What the first girl said while she hugged me took me by surprise.

“You’re such a whore.” She whispered.

Then pulled away and walked off. I was in such shock but then the next girl came in for a hug. She whispered something also

“You don’t deserve Nate.”

I couldn’t believe this. But before I had time to think the next girl hugged me.

“And all of us hate you, all the fans.”

And then there was the last girl.

“Just give it up, you’re not worth it.”

And with that they all left. I didn’t even know how to react. I know I shouldn’t beat myself up about this but it hurt so much.

There weren’t many fans left so I kept myself together for the rest of it. Once we had met all the fans Nate and Sammy went back to goofing off.

“Hey Nate, I’ll be right back, I need to get something from the hotel room.”

“Okay babe, we might head up in a little bit.”

I quickly walked off and made my way up to our hotel room as fast as possible. Once I got into the room I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I just sat on the floor and broke down. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be strong and pretend it didn’t matter, but the truth is it did. I already felt like I wasn’t enough for him and shouldn’t be with him but for his own fans to also tell me that made it feel so much more real.

Then I heard the room door open and Nate and Sammy talking.

“I’m gonna go change dude.”

Sammy said as I heard his door close.

Nate walked up to the door and knocked on it.

“Hey y/n, you okay in there?”

“Uh-m yeah, I’m fine. Just freshening up.”

“Can I come in?”

I unlocked the door and started to reapply some makeup so it didn’t look like I was crying. Nate walking and turned me to face him.

“Baby girl what’s wrong?”

He looked at me concerned.  

“It really doesn’t matter. It’s stupid.”

“No, y/n don’t do that. If your this upset it can’t be stupid, please can you just tell me?”

“Well it was uh going fine until a group of girls came and they all hugged me an uh kinda called me a whore and said I didn’t deserve you and that they all hated me. Which I’m not surprised, it’s all the truth.”

“Are you fucking kidding me y/n? They said that? My fans? This is not okay. Listen to me. None of that bullshit is true.”

“I know it’s just-“

“No y/n stop that. You can’t believe what they said. I love you and that’s all the matters.”

Nate started to calm me down while I also had to calm him down since he was really mad. We finished getting ready and it was almost time for their show.

The show was in the building next to the hotel so we had to go out the back of the hotel and went into the building through the back which went straight to the back stage room.

I hung out back there during the show and fiddled around on my phone. About half way through the show I heard Nate start to talk on the microphone.

“So tonight we just so happen to have a guest here!”

All the fans started to scream. Then Sammy said something.

“Hey y/n, why don’t you come out here and say hi to all the fans!”

Well fuck. I ran on stage and waved to all the fans and they all went crazy screaming and calling my name. Nate walked over and wrapped his arm around my waist. Everyone screamed “AWW”

“For everyone who doesn’t know, this is my girlfriend y/n. We’ve been together for a long time. She makes me so happy and I love her a lot. I hope you guys can love her as much as I do!” There were more aw’s and screaming

“Look at these lovebirds.” Sammy said

Then to my surprise all the people in the crowd started chanting.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Nate looked at me with a big smile and then pecked me on the lips. That’s when I realized it didn’t matter what happened cause I had Nate to make everything better.

ᴸᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ, ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᶠᶫᵉᵉᵗᶦᶰᵍ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶫᶦᵗᶻ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵍᶫᵃᵐ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵍᵒᵉˢ… ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵉˣʰᶦᶫᵃʳᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵃᵏ ᶦᵗ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵘᵖ, ʰᵒᶫᵈ ᵒᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ, ᵗᵒˢˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵈ, ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʳᵘᶫʸ ᶦᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃᶰᵗ⋅



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