Tom Holland Imagines {t•h} + {p•p}

school paper {p}

to make a long story short, you and peter write for the school paper

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I closed my locker, holding my binders against my chest.

6th period just ended which meant it was time for the weekly meeting of the school papers writing team.

Which only consisted of my best friend and I.

I walked down the halls and upstairs into an abandoned classroom.

I set my things down on a desk and heard footsteps running up the stairs.

"Hey Y/n!" Peter smiled, out of breath.

"Hey." I smiled back, pulling out my notebook.

I walked toward the whiteboard and uncapped an expo marker.

I started writing the word 'Ideas' on the board, drawing a line underneath it.

I turned around and saw Peter with his hands in his pockets.

"Alright so any ideas for next weeks paper?" I asked him.

"As always, I'm blank." he mumbled, looking down.

"I've noticed people have been talking a lot about that Spider-man guy." I said with a smile, writing the word Spider-man on the board.

"T-They have?" Peter asked.

I nodded my head, "They aren't sure if it's computer editing or a real guy. No ones seen him up close, just through a screen." I said.

I noticed the camera that slung around Peter's shoulder.

"Hey! You could take pictures of him!" I said.

"W-What?" Peter said, his eyes widened.

"It'd be great for the school paper. You could snap a picture of him in action." I said.

"You said it yourself Y/n, no ones seen him up close." Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're Peter Parker." I said, using my hands to talk.

"You can do anything." I said, standing in front of him.

"No way-" he started but I cut him off, holding his hands.

"Come on Pete! Pleaseeee?" I asked, looking up at him.

He looked down at our hands then back up at me, "Alright, I'll take the pictures if you write the story." he said.

"It's a deal Parker." I smiled.

•••

Lunch rolled around the next day and I was a mess.

I groaned, typing angrily on my laptop.

"Whoa." Peters voice rang through my ears.

I looked up as he sat next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Um, in the cafeteria? It's lunch Y/n." he chuckled, eating a fry.

"No I meant here, as in sitting next to me." I said.

"I'm not aloud to sit next to my friend?" he asked.

"Why aren't you sitting with Ned? You always do. He's your friend." I said.

"You looked like you needed one." He mumbled, looking at the screen.

"Is that for the paper?" he asked.

I nodded my head, "It's turning into a failure like my grades!" I groaned.

"You at least got a B on the last chem quiz!" he said, smiling.

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow and looked at him.

"Okay it's not funny, I'm sorry." he mumbled.

I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "I can't do this anymore Pete. I thought I could but I'm failing and everything is just falling apart." I mumbled, looking down.

"Hey hey hey." he said, putting his hand underneath my chin so he could see my eyes.

"Don't say that. Don't you ever give up Y/n. You're not a failure." he said, placing his hands on my cheeks.

"If I can't even come up with new content for a small school paper how am I going to continue this as a career?" I mumbled.

"Because you're Y/n. You can do anything." he said.

"Even if it's getting a lousy B on a chem test?" I asked

"Even if it's getting a lousy B on a chem test." he repeated, letting go of my face.

"Thanks Pete." I said.

"Anytime." he smiled, turning on his camera.

"Look who I found yesterday." he said, showing me his camera.

The blue and red figure was waving at the camera while shooting a web.

"Oh my god you found Spiderman! Peter how did you do it!" I asked excitedly.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he chuckled softly, looking toward me.

"Now come on! You've got the pictures now write a story." he smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"See you later." he smiled, walking back toward his table with Ned who happily gave him a high five.

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wow i'm dead but this was in my drafts so wOoP

gotta blast !