Peter Parker Imagines

The Photographer

At the beginning of the school year, I had convinced myself to finally try acting and theater, something I had always wanted to do but was too shy. Somehow after auditions, I ended up with the lead female role and I felt like everything in my life was going well for the first time ever. What made it even better was the guy who took photos for the school newspaper.

This extremely shy but also extremely cute boy would come to a lot of our practices and rehearsals to take pictures. He would stumble around even lay down on the ground to get the best photos with the right angles and lighting. I admired that about him, he was passionate about photography and I was passionate about my acting.

The amount of courage and bravery it had taken to get myself to audition was incredibly hard to muster but I couldn't seem to ever have enough to talk to boy with the camera. I would sometimes even lose my focus watching him as he took pictures. I would notice how he would unconsciously lick or bite his lips in concentration and how when he was satisfied with a picture he would run a hand through his loose brown curls.

Although being the lead role meant I had to be focused on what was going on but since the boy with the camera was drawing my attention like a magnet, I would often mess up. That would make the teacher reprimand me, my friends watching me giggle since they knew of my crush and my fellow cast-mates look at me disappointed. None of them mattered as much as how the boy with the camera's cheeks would flush a soft red as he tried to avoid my eyes, after realizing I was watching him. Just those short furtive glances seemed to make my heart flutter.

I learned that his name was Peter as the weeks went by but sadly I also learned he was bullied by Flash Thompson. Flash was one of my brother's friends, so I asked my brother to talk to him about it but he then went on to explain that Peter was a nerd. He told me that he was a science freak (which I just interpreted as he was exceptionally smart and intelligent), he nerded out over movies and was incredibly slow and weak. He thought he deserved to be pushed around.

All this information from my brother, to put it simply, left me seething in anger. I wanted to go up to Flash and punch him straight in the nose with as much power I had in me and my brother as well. And how I wanted that... I wanted that with a burning passion. However, something incredible happened days after that...

Peter stood up to Flash and showed off some pretty incredible strength, as well as sarcasm and wit (which I secretly loved). Peter seemed to have gained incredible self confidence as well as muscle but I didn't know when he managed to, without my noticing it. His usual reserved, introverted self was still there but behind that hid a secret personality, a completely obverse character with a calmness and a type of hidden power Peter never had before.

Not everyone seemed to notice Peter's two polar personalities, my friends just thought he was the same old nerdy Peter but not me. I always liked that Peter was nerdy because secretly I was too but his new behavior both scared me and allured me. I was hoping since he could change character and obtain this cool, I could also and maybe even manage to tell him how I felt. However, I didn't have to after all...

I was leaving a theater rehearsal which had run quite late, one at which my favorite photographer was absent from. I was walking behind my other cast-members, not feeling up to making conversation with them and decided to listen to my music instead so I could enter my own world of thoughts and imagination. When, surprisingly, someone pulled me into another corridor.

My back was against the wall, in front of me a dark figure whose face was hidden from a hoodie. The halls were dark and we were facing away from the light, making it harder to see the characteristics of his face.My heart was hammering against my chest and my palms began to sweat from fear of this strange man. I pulled out my earphones nervously and then spoke.

"Who are you?"

"Oh.. uhh" The man said, his voice strangely familiar. He pulled down his hood, revealing a sheepish Peter Parker.

"Oh Peter! You scared me!" I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Although my heart didn't stop beating in it's fast pace.

"Sorry Y/N..." He rubbed the back of his head anxiously, his old timid self showing it's face. "I just wanted to talk to you... about something."

"What is it Peter?" I was excited since I barely ever talked to Peter other than an occasional shy greeting or a whisper of a goodbye, this would be the first time we had held an actual conversation.

"Y/N..." He inhaled deeply and shook his hands, to rid himself of tension. "I have wanted to tell you this for a very long time... I like you Y/N, which is why I have always wanted to do this." He rushed the last part and then swiftly moved his body closer to mine. 

He was pinning me against the wall, his face so close to mine we were practically touching noses, his breath was fanning my face and his body pressed against mine. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would beat right out of my chest as slowly his face inched closer to mine until there was no room left. His lips were on mine, my eyes wide open.

Moments later he pulled back and stared me in the eyes.

"Y/N I like you." He spoke with more confidence, his second personality shining through. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

I was at an utter loss for words. My mind was a jumbled up mess yet completely blank. My face for sure had flushed a deep shade of red and my heart was fluttering like there was no tomorrow. They boy I had had a crush on for the past few months had talked to me, confessed to me, kissed me and even asked me to be his girlfriend. No word had been thought up which could perfectly express what I was currently feeling. Therefore no words were needed either to answer Peter's question.

I walked forward and latched my lips back on to Peter's in a passionate kiss. My hands found their way to the back of Peter's neck, to play with his soft brown locks and after recovering from the initial shock of my action, his hands snaked their way around my waist pulling me impossibly closer. As our lips merged, it felt like something from each of us merged as well, two souls became one.

When we finally stopped for breath, two small smiles etched themselves on our faces. Both of us content being in each others arms, both of us enjoying and celebrating the warmth of our closeness. Not just in proximity but at heart, something we both had been longing for for the longest of times. 

That was how the shy boy who loved photography finally became everything I dreamed he would. He became stronger and he became mine. 

We finally belonged to each other.