thats nine years ago

Boom Boom Pow

Originally posted by mychemicalmaria

Peter Parker x Reader

Anono Requested: hello!! could you do a Peter Parker/Spider-Man imagine where the reader just got powers in a freak accident or something and she doesn’t know how to control them and the police come and are about to fire their guns and boom here comes Spider-Man and he tells them that he can help her so they let him?? The girl would also be around peter’s age please!! Thank you!!


You were surrounded by a ring of fire with pleading tears in your eyes as you watched all the police cars trap you in. Even the SWAT team was out there; that made you know you weren’t leaving this alive. You didn’t mean to set building after building on fire. You were just scared with your newfound powers and the dread of knowing that your friends were dead because of you.

Several hours earlier you and two of your friends had snuck into an old, abandoned nuclear power plant that you deemed to be safe. You had jacked around and climbed things until your heard something start whistling. An electric line fell on top of your friend and burst into flames, the smoke covering you and the fire licking at your skin as your other friend ran for it. However the ground crumbled under her feet and she fell forty feet to her death. A boom sounded and the whole place went up in flames, no body found except yours and a few bones from your crispy friend.

Now here you were, hands and hair glowing red with lit electricity flowing through your veins and fire running through your heart. The second you moved a hand, fire would consume whatever it was pointed at.

“Put your hands in the air!” An officer shouted gruffly as he focused his gun on your stock still figure. You shook your head and blinked slowly.

“I can’t; if I move, fire moves with me. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” You whispered, a small, smoky tear gliding down your ashen cheek. Screaming in the distance made you choke back a small sob. “I’m a monster.”

“I said put your hands up! If you don’t comply I’ll shoot.” You shook your head swiftly, pleadingly as you stared with wide eyes at him.

“Please,” you mumbled, voice conveying shock and pain, “please don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to do anything bad, I’m sorry.” The officer shook his head and turned off his safety.

“It’s too late for sorries kid.” You closed your eyes tight and waited for impact as the gun went off, however you didn’t feel anything but a small gust of air. Opening your eyes you saw a man in a spiderlike suit standing in front of you with the bullet covered in webs stuck to his hand.

“Don’t hurt her.” He spoke in a harsh, demanding tone. The officer rose his hands and signaled for everyone to back off which they soon did rather reluctantly. Once the boy was sure they were gone he turned to you, and even though there was a mask covering his features, you knew he had a small smile. “Hey.” He whispered, waving slowly at you even though you were inches apart. You swallowed thickly and tried to smile at him as you let out a broken hello back. “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N. Please d-don’t lock me away, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Tears fell down your face at a rapid pace. He frowned under his mask and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m not going to lock you up Y/N, I’m going to help you instead. Is it okay if I swing us to a more private place?” He questioned, gaining a nod back from you. Soon you felt like you were flying as he held tight onto you with one hand, swinging around on webs that he shot out of his wrist. He landed the two of you softly on the roof of a building and stood back from you, though still very close. “My name’s Peter Parker. Don’t tell anyone, okay? You look like you can keep secrets.” He stated as he took off his mask and showed a cute boy around your age. “Do you know how this happened?”

“M-My friends and I went to a power plant and things fell and fire started. S-something exploded and they d-didn’t get out and oh god it’s all my fault.” You explained, falling into his chest as you were unable to keep yourself up any longer. He nodded and held you as you cried out your pain and misery. Occasionally he kissed your head and murmured words of comfort. “I’m sorry.” You muttered as you pulled back, wiping your nose on your burnt sleeve.

“It’s okay.” He gave you a small comforting half smile before holding his hand out for you to take. “I’m going to help you control this, okay? You can get through this.” You nodded and took his hand.

“I’m scared.” You whimpered softly, clutching his hand tighter. Peter nodded and ran a soothing pattern over your hand.

“I know, I was too when this first happened to me.” He glanced down at the spider suit, eliciting a soft giggle from you. “It’ll be hard at first, but it will get easier. I believe in you Y/N, I really do. You’ll do great things.” You hugged the boy once again, no words exiting your mouth.

Maybe it would be okay as long as he was by your side.

The HIMYM finale is a wonderful example of writers clinging to the original idea that they had at the very beginning of the story and then disregarding years of character development after which the said idea doesn’t fit or make sense anymore.

Gosh look at this…
Look at this. D:
Insane, right? Nine can’t believe thats how she used to draw 10 years ago. What a nightmare!

But she’s kinda amazed at how much she’s improved. Honestly, she’s so proud of herself. Honestly, it’s mostly because of her friends and aywas that Nine improved so much. 

It means alot that people have supported her, and while she still has so much to improve. She’s still thankful. ;-;