#it's just sometimes rough to cut down dialogue n stuff to make it have enough exposition but not just be a lore dump the whole time yk?

[catzgam3rz]

Ah the familiar fine line I must walk between writing a script for a comic and just writing a full fic by mistake

it is a true struggle I tell ya

[peter3sgf]

an annoying type of romantic

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Word Count: about 2.2k

Warnings: None 

Summary: You have a crush on someone, and it’s an annoying type of romantic.

A/N: Written for @upsidedownparker ‘s 3K Writing Challenge! I had the dialogue prompt “You have no idea what you do to me.” 

"I want to tell him," you said. "No, I'm definitely going to." Instantly your friend M.J.'s demeanor changed. You heard the bed springs squeak as she shifted her weight to lean towards you. "Parker?" You smiled nervously. "Yeah." If you were being truthful, it was about time. M.J. was silent for a while. You knew she wasn't the best person to talk about feelings and stuff with, but she was important to you. Even if she had been a little snarky about you liking the geeky boy. You watched her, unsure.  "You don't have to say anything," you said. That broke the tension- an unpleasant balloon popped. M.J. broke out into a grin, and the two of you laughed, not because of anything particularly funny but because of this... shared knowing of each other. "O.K.," she said. And after a moment she wrapped her arms around you gawkily- a hug. It was things like this you both could do outside of school. You returned her embrace and whispered your thanks. Monday was announced with the ring of the schoolbell. Sometimes it was just hard to believe you had to struggle with another grueling week until you were actually present in the halls that smelled too much like lemon cleaning polish. First period dragged by. You managed to not glance at the clock every ten seconds by thinking of the weekend; you couldn't have asked for a more supportive friend. M.J. had been very encouraging, to you, but also about what you were going to do. Read: your confession to Peter Parker. He probably wouldn't expect it. He made things so difficult sometimes with his cluelessness. You had to be direct, while retaining some dignity. You and M.J. had came up with a rough idea of Peter's class schedule over the weekend, which was posted to your math notebook, figuratively and literally weighing you down all day with the thought of what to do. It would be easy to tell him at lunch, M.J. had texted last night, or rather, late into the morning. Usually you would be groggy in the mornings after hours of not sleeping, but the jittery feeling in your stomach fueled you with questionable energy. M.J. never seemed to be tired. But her lack of sleep was a problem for later. I don't want to risk someone overhearing, you had texted back.

The last of first period sped by, and then the next until finally the release of the lunch bell. "As soon as I fell for him, I stopped being a functional human being," you complained to M.J. whilst walking to lunch. "He drives me insane." "Nah, you were always like this," M.J. teased. The two of you sat down at the usual table- one no one remotely popular gravitated to. You were uncomfortably aware of who sat at the same table as the two of you, so you changed the subject. "Did you find a partner for the history project yet?" you asked. M.J. rose her voice to combat against the heavy chatter of the other teens. "Yeah." She nodded, and you sighed. "I wish I could have been your partner!" you said. "But we don't have any classes together." "Did you find a partner yet?" M.J. said. "Oh... No," you admitted. "But I have until Friday to find one." "Peter doesn't have a partner!" another voice interjected quickly. You and M.J. turned your heads in sync to the source. It was Ned (of course?) beside a red-faced Peter Parker. "Ned," he hissed. "You-" Ned said, looking pointedly at his friend, "he- doesn't have a partner." "Well... I don't," Peter said. "y/n, do you want to work together, then?" You swore you could feel the smug gaze of M.J. "That sou-sounds good," you answered shakily. "Cool. Sounds... good." Peter turned away back to Ned. Slowly you moved back to your original position facing M.J. "So he asked you out on a date-during lunch," she whispered with a triumphant smile. "That's n-" You were cut off by the ever ear-piercing bell. Your class following lunch  was on the other side of campus, so you assembled your belongings and dashed from the lunch table. "This isn't done!" you called back. It was done. You forgot to pursue the topic after getting home, struggling to complete homework, and collapsing on your bed. You turned onto your side and lazily dealt with your phone's onslaught of notifications. Then you remembered Peter. Peter... Partner? M!! you texted. Your finger lingered over the send icon as you considered what to type. What do I do? Your godsend of a friend's message appeared instantly. Parker again? Yeah... How do you put up with me? I'm glad you acknowledge how hard it is, M.J.'s reply said, and you imagined her wry chuckle. What's going on? Besides you being his partner? That's exactly it. And I don't know what to do. What if I make it weird? You could tell him during your date. NO!! BIG No!  The thought of it was unnerving. It would definitely be best to tell him after the project... so you could avoid him, if need be. Just in case. You could bump into him after school. He's usually at the sandwich shop. How do you know that? Just something I observed. Maybe it was just something M.J. observed, but it could be some good information. Thx! It was Tuesday- lunchtime, specifically. You got up to leave to M.J.'s class, falling in line with the hungry animals on their way to lunch. "y/n!" someone said. Am I imagining his voice now? Why am I so- "y/n," Peter's voice said again. You felt a tap on your shoulder. 

"Peter! You don't usually come this way," you said. You would know. "I was in the computer lab," he explained quickly. "I just wanted to ask about our project." "Right," you said. "It's a small one, so we can probably do it in a day." It was naive to think he would talk to you for any other reason. "So, where should we meet up?" he asked. "My place or yours?" Fiery blushes formed on your cheeks. "My house is fine." "Okay, do you want to give me your ad-" You noticed M.J. standing outside her classroom, and then Peter noticing her. "Actually! I can just text you. Can I write my-um-where?" Without thinking you held out your palm. Peter smoothly reached to place his hand under yours. It was warm and soft... He placed the marker pen he had fished out of his backpack in his other hand, and you felt the brush of his skin as he gently printed his number. It barely pricked. When he was done with the last digit he gave you a shy smile and hurried away. You looked down at his number. If you wanted you could text him how you felt, right now! He had written his number small and neatly, and you couldn't help but be a little biased in your thinking that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

You almost didn't comprehend what happened. It was over so quickly. But you held onto the moment for the rest of the day, like a shining distraction.

Once you got home, the two of you arranged to meet at your house on Thursday. The middle weekday passed astonishingly fast... you couldn't stop thinking about Peter coming over, and then suddenly, it was the day. If your parents had seen the way you were cleaning, they might have cried and proclaimed their devotion to the heavens. You ran a comb through your hair for a few minutes as you waited for Peter. Your cell buzzed, and you dropped the comb for it. A message from M.J. : y/n... Don't embarrass yourself. You got this! Or something. A faint noise echoed from the door. Ah. The doorbell, of course. He was here. You unlatched the door to see him. "Hey, y/n," Peter said. You almost couldn't reply. You had watched him too often during school hours, and he was always nervous, and very avoiding of people he didn't know. Here he looked looser and more comfortable with himself, even though he still met your eyes shyly. Was he like this outside of school...? Even his hair was less neat and more everywhere. That was the most attractive- "Nice to have you here," you said with a stiff smile. "My room is over here. I wanted to work in the kitchen, but there's some stuff there..." "No problem," Peter said, following you. He was like a puppy, you realized. Adorable. "I wanted to see your room, anyways." M.J.! you wanted to scream. What is that supposed to mean?! It means he's curious about your room, you imagined M.J. saying. You hesitantly opened your room door. "Oh, y/n..." Peter said, smiling. "Your room is so cute!" "What do you mean by cute?" you laughed nervously. "Thank you, anyways. Sit anywhere." Peter plopped onto the floor, subsequently arranging his legs into criss cross applesauce. "This is good." "Are you sure that's fine? I have chairs. You don't need to sit on the floor..." "Don't worry about me, y/n!" Peter said, as if he were a kid talking to a grown-up. "I'm responsible enough to sit here." You stifled laughter. "Cool. Well, what did you want to do for our title..?" "Something with a pun," Peter said promptly. “Or… a Vine reference!”

Wait, what? The hours blurred into one another. You were typing on your laptop, still sitting on the bed. You tried to keep a consistent train of thought, but you were frequently interrupted by the crush perched a few feet away from you on the floor, marking a sheet of poster paper. Skrit skrit skri- The sound of Peter's pencil ceased, and you sheepishly remembered that you were supposed to be typing, but the hush broke with a soft indent of pillows and exhale. "Okay, you're right. This is a lot better." You turned and Peter was there, bright brown eyes and curly hair. "Wha-? Don't tease me, Parker," you mumbled. "y/n, how am I teasing you?" he said. "How'd you even hear that?" you said, dodging Peter's question. "I have... good ears," Peter said lamely. "Okay, you can sit here then," you said, indicating the spot next to the stack of papers leaning against you. Peter paused, and you heard shuffling. You attempted to focus on your work, but couldn't help but notice that Peter was sitting right next to you. "Peter! The papers!" "Oh-oh, I moved them," Peter said. "Don't worry!" "Why'd you want to sit here, anyways..." This boy was giving you a million heart attacks. He was warm and cute and very close to you. "I need the references," Peter said smartly. "Alright then. Let me know if you need help." The room resumed to the sounds of work. A few heart accelerating times he peeked over your shoulder to see the screen, but you tried to ignore that. You noticed the time. "Oh. It's getting late." Your room seemed to be basked in an uncolourful grey, illuminated by the blue-tinted light from your laptop. "We're almost done!" Peter said. "Yeah!" you said happily. "It's kinda dark, so I'll get the light and we can finish up." "It's okay, I'll get it." Peter got up and flicked the switch. "I'm closer." With the light on, you suddenly realized how close you had been sitting to him. You wanted to be anyone else right now... except you did like being here, and working with him. Basically, it's all a very convoluted mess that you don't know how you want to clean up.

"This is the homestretch," Peter said, and he sat next to you again. It was a nice feeling, something you would like to get used to. Work remained steady. Thirty minutes had elapsed when you had finished. "Oh my gosh, we're done..." you sighed, flopping onto your bed. If you weren't so hungry you would sleep then and there. Flop. A pillow fell onto your face as Peter joined you on the bed. "Mmmmn... What are you trying to do here, Peter?" you asked tiredly, pulling off the pillow. "Sleep, of course!" he said. He closed his eyes and turned away. "Peter, you can sleep at your own place." "But your room is so comfortable and cute, y/n!" "What do you mean by that, again?" you asked. "Well... Your room really reminds me of you, so of course it's cute! Alert, you bolted up. "Peter, what?" "You're cute, y/n," Peter said, slowly rising. "And smart and funny and nice... I'm really not normal around you." You wanted to laugh so badly. "You have no idea what you do to me. You're so weirdly charming all the time! Without trying!" You were letting your emotions run ahead, but you were too confused to care. You tossed a pillow at him, which he caught. 

“Those are all accidents!” Peter argued. “Lucky mistakes. I mess things up all the time.”

“No, you don’t,” you said. “You could never.”

“So do you like me?” Peter asked.

In that moment you couldn’t find a way out. You were still and everything was so much more serious than it actually was, as he looked at you and you met his gaze. And then it was over without you only vaguely remembering what you had said. 

“You make me such a mess sometimes, Peter,” you said. “I like you so much.”

“And I like you so much, too...” Peter said, with an ear to ear smile, and maybe he wasn’t the most popular or attractive but his sunshine filled grin was easily perfect. He was, at that moment, a million things to you. “y/n...”

“Yeah, Peter?”

He reached down for the papers, and you instinctively moved your hand to get them for him. Instead he took your hand and set it in his again. He looked at the faded phone number marked on your skin. Slowly he smiled and tilted down to softly kiss your wrist under his number. Exactly how many romances has this boy watched? He was annoyingly sort of romantic. "You're such a dork," you decided. "I saved your phone number, though, so there's no getting rid of me." "Why in the world would I do that?" • end •

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