#What a DORK Peter is trying to help but it doesn't always work out that way hahaha

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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

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Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head. 

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over. 

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going. 

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

/

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary. 

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

/

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation. 

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image. 

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

/

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you. 

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discovering the secrets prompts. ⤻ / @posxisms​ “ why didn’t you tell me? ”

❝ I thought it would be better if you didn’t know, ❞ he explained lamely.

Clearly it wasn’t the first time he kept something from someone or kept information from someone thinking it would be beneficial to them. Instead it seems things always blew up in his face. If he told the person everything up front then things would have worked out better for everyone in the end.

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prompt mayhe pre relationship spideychelle? I miss them

pre rela unhinged petermj at your service xxxxxxxxxx

Peter feels his cheeks heat up as his phone slips through his fingers for the third time in ten minutes. It wouldn’t really be a big deal if Aunt May was still unaware he had the ability to stick to almost anything but as his luck would have it, she found him on the ceiling three weeks ago and hasn’t stopped asking him about it since. 

So she knows just as well as Peter, that he should be able to hold his phone in his hands.

She also knows just as well as Peter that the reason he can’t hold onto it for the life of him is that he’s trying to text MJ. 

May probably doesn't know Peter just wants to be able to call her MJ in real life and not just in his head. And he just wants to be able to sit closer to her at lunch. And maybe have a conversation with her that isn't just asking if she heard the date the chemistry homework was due in. (Peter had already written it in his diary, something Michelle pointed out to him with a stern, unreasonably beautiful look.)

"Sweetie," May laughs, not for the first time this evening. "Just ask her out."

"Ask her out?!" Peter replies, almost sticking to the wall with shock. "She doesn't even know my name, May! She only ever calls me ‘Parker’ and not in an affectionate way because she's so far out of my league that I'm surprised she even looks my way at all! She's three whole centimetres taller than me even though I had that growth spurt with the -"

"I know, the thwip thwip," May says, wiggling her eyebrows as she mocks him with a twist of her wrists as though she's sending out a web. It's entirely rude and she would have missed the landing unless she wanted the web to hit the ceiling fan but if he has any hope of ever speaking to Michelle, he needs May's help. She knows what it's like to be the one a hopeless guy falls for. 

"You're so mean," he grumbles, spinning his phone between his fingers again. He frees up at least 3% of his brain power to concentrate on keeping hold of his phone. The other 97% is, as always, thinking about Michelle.

"But honestly May, I can't just ask her out. Today, today I tried to sit near her at lunch and she slammed her notebook shut and frowned at me the second I hovered near the table. I think she was working on the chemistry homework already because she's brilliant and I watched her fingers move in little sweeping motions so I knew she was writing formulas and - oh my god, am I a stalker?!"

May throws her head back in laughter which makes Peter feel a little better because if he was a stalker she'd have called the police on him already. And she doesn't even like the police. 

But it's too late, he's pacing in front of where May is shoddily chopping onions as he tries to retrace all the times he's looked at her today.

There was the time In the cafeteria but she wasn't looking back at him so she probably didn't see him at all so that doesn’t even count. Besides, her face was in a book and her heart was racing a little too fast for his liking, but she's fantastic and was probably just reading a horror book during lunch though he did look out for any active threats.

There was the time she stepped off the bus this morning and her cheeks were pink and so pretty and honestly, he can't remember anything else about that encounter at all. 

There was the time in English when he watched her doodle in her notebook instead of writing down the assignment but he knows there was a good chance she already finished reading the assigned book in like third grade or something. She spun to look at something and caught his eye and he almost head-butted the table with how fast he turned away which is a shame because one, it makes him look like a big dork and two, she had a braid in her hair and it’s his favourite favourite, when she had a braid in her hair. 

Then there was the time he saw her on the way home from school which is maybe the most stalker-ish one but he just won't even tell May about it. Besides, it was dark and he won’t apologise for making sure she got to her house safely. Well, he won’t have to apologise because even though she did look up at the lamppost and see him once, she doesn’t know he’s behind the mask so it doesn’t even count. 

"Peter, it's just a crush."

"It's love, May," he whines, his heart somewhere in his throat.

"Okay, Mr I've spoken ten words to Michelle Jones, it's love. But you'll only know if she loves you back if you ask her out."

"I've spoken to her more than that," he mumbles, then more clearly, "she's just so cool, May!"

"You're pretty cool too, honey," she smiles, motioning with her knife haphazardly at his suit.

"It's spandex!" he cries. "MJ pushed a senior last week because he was rude to the new kid, she went to two different protests last weekend (he did too but in the aforementioned spandex) and she has a leather jacket! And I'm wearing Spandex!"

Peter huffs as he barely hears the sirens go past on the street over the sound of May cackling. He slips his phone into his suit, he’ll just ask a random criminal, or a cat, depending on how his evening goes, how to talk to MJ. He kisses May on the cheek, grabs a slice of bread for the swing and tries not to throw himself out the window as he thinks that maybe MJ is just too cool for him. 

—

MJ has spent the past three minutes screaming into her pillow because she’s the dumbest person alive and she’s also the smartest person she knows so she knows she’s correct in saying she’s the dumbest person alive. 

Peter was so close to seeing her sketching him at lunch because she was too caught up in making sure she got his curls correct that she didn’t notice him standing there before it was too late and she just knows he’s polite enough to be kind about it and not call her a stalker in front of the entire school but then she’d have to leave town and probably live in England or something and who wants that when all she really wants to do right now is get the sketch back out so she can find the right watercolour for the blush on his cheeks. 

“Shelly,” her mum laughs and honestly has she ever not been the rudest person in the world? 

“Muuuum,” she grumbles, refusing to come out from under her pillow. 

“What did Peter do now?”

Okay and listen. MJ lets her mum get away with most things like calling her Shelley even though that’s not her name and borrowing her jumpers even though he gives them back with cookie dust on the sleeves and she lets her in her room even though there’s a sign on the door that says no entry because she’s hilarious. 

But clearly, she’s given away too much information and her mum must be reined in. 

So she moves to sit with her back against the headboard, clears her throat and smooths out her hair. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please,” her mum laughs again, throwing a cushion at her. “You forget I was there for Peter Gate take one, two, three, four -”

“Muuuum, stooop,” MJ groans but she can’t be too mad because she has been itching to tell someone about today. She sighs and her mum capitalises on her moment of weakness.

“Tell me everything,” her mum squeals, crossing her legs and getting comfier on MJ's bed. She’s so annoying but in an unreasonably not annoying way. It’s infuriating. 

“He asked me -”

“Wait! What was he wearing?”

“You’re so -” MJ laughs, crossing her legs so she’s opposite her mum. “Okay, he had on the blue sweatshirt -”

“You love that sweatshirt.”

“Shhhh,” MJ replies, covering her face with her hands. “Anyway, he asked me when the chemistry assignment was due in but he already had the chemistry date written in his diary because I saw him write it when I was drawing him and no I don’t want you to comment on it and no you can’t see it.”

Her mum gasps which is a little dramatic if you ask MJ because she shows her mum most of her drawings eventually anyway. But that’s not what her mum comments on.

“So he asked you just for a reason to talk to you?”

MJ’s heart thumps in her chest and she desperately tries to pull her lip between her teeth to stop from smiling but it doesn’t work and she wasn’t really expecting it to because she tells her mum everything. But she’s nervous because she’s never said out loud that maybe there’s a tiny piece of Peter that finds her interesting, or strange, or maybe weird if she’s honest but she doesn’t care. Not really. 

He’s way out of her league anyway, not that she cares about that or even thinks leagues are a reasonable way to think about people. 

But it doesn’t stop her from thinking about the way he watched her walk off the bus earlier and then stumbled over his own feet. It doesn’t stop her from replaying the way he almost snapped his stupid pretty neck when she turned to look at him in English class. It doesn’t stop her from reliving the way his eyes traced her outline from across the cafeteria and how she had to reread the same page five times just to get in the information in. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t wonder what it means that he leaps from lamppost to lamppost when she walks the long way home at night in the dark. 

“Yeah,” she whispers, picking at a thread in her jeans. “I think he just wanted to talk to me.”

[noyzinerd]

Things that strike Stiles with unrelenting fondness for Derek Part 2:

21. When they're left to watch after a lost little girl and Stiles finds out that Derek knows how to braid hair because 'I grew up with two sisters, Stiles. Of course I can braid hair." 22. When Derek stands out on his balcony every morning to watch the sunrise 23. When Derek feels safe enough around Stiles to let his guard down and take a nap 24. When Derek is so at ease that he sinks comfortably against the back of a couch instead of sitting up straight 25. When Stiles references something lewd, like Playing The Rusty Trombone, and Derek is chuckling quietly because he somehow knows what that is, while the pack looks confusedly between them because no one else knows what Stiles is talking about 26. When Stiles asks how Derek knows what weird sex terms, like 'cucking' for example, mean and Derek just says 'I lived in New York for like five years' while looking at Stiles like that explains everything (which, yeah, it kinda does) (please refer to number 25) 27. When Derek tells him crazy New York stories (like seeing a guy trying to sell used condoms on the subway or watching a 'human statue' street performer not break character even after getting stabbed), with a completely straight face, because 'You just get used to it after awhile' (please refer to number 26) 28. When Stiles learns that Derek is fluent in Spanish, Italian, American Sign Language, and knows 'enough French to get by' 29. When Stiles scritches behind Derek's ears while he's in full-wolf form and his tail can't stop wagging 30. When Stiles realizes the reason Derek had a fake ID and avoided having a job for so long was because no one ever taught Derek how to do his taxes 31. When Derek once said he 'saw a YouTube about that' 32. When Cora tells Stiles that, when they were little, Laura, Derek, and Cora used to always hold hands and walk to school as a chain so that they wouldn't get separated 33. When Stiles says he used to have a crush on Joey from Friends and Derek scoffs and says 'Who didn't?' 34. When Liam doesn't question Stiles when he says that Derek is in his 40s and Derek looks honestly horrified because Peter isn't even 40 yet 35. That time Derek threw Peter through a window 36. When Derek just takes a moment to enjoy a glass of cold milk, because there have been so many times in his life when he didn't have access to a working refrigerator 37. When Derek says he's against the idea of Santa Claus because it teaches kids to be comfortable with allowing strangers to invade their homes and enforces the idea that kids, whose families can't afford lavish gifts, are inherently bad 38. When Stiles learns that Derek used to feel uncomfortable spending his inheritance money, because it made him feel dirty, but has now gotten to a point where he feels like using his money to help other packs is the best way to honor his family's memory 39. When Stiles learns that Derek split Laura's inheritance among several different charities 40. When Stiles once said that all the flavor packed into a single Dorito would instantly kill a pilgrim and Derek just stared at him for a long moment before smiling and telling him 'Don't ever change, Stiles.'

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