Peter Parker x Reader

Paper and Pens

A/N- All credit goes to the writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and reader both have mutual attraction to one another but neither have the courage to say anything. It takes their friends' push to get them to do anything, an accidental slip of the tongue, Peter's soft curls and a note for the two to finally admit that they're each others crush.

Warnings- None.

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"Quit staring."

"Be quiet. She'll hear us."

"You're staring really hard, Peter."

"Please be quiet."

"It's creepy."

"Shut up, Ned."

Ned Leeds sighed, watching his best friend stare at (Y/N) from Chemistry at the far side of the cafeteria. No matter what he said now, he was sure it would simply go through Peter Parker's ears. The boy could hardly care enough to wipe that awestruck look on his face to even function correctly. All he was waiting for was the day he'd man up and ask (Y/N) to homecoming.

"Dude, why don't you just talk to her?"

Peter snapped out of his daze and glanced at Ned with a frown before looking back to his (Y/N). He could watch her for hours on end and never get tired of that smile. The smile she flashed at him when they were partnered up in a Chemistry project a few months back. The same smile that had him falling to his knees for her.

(Y/N) was grinning at something Liz Allan was saying. Wearing a white blouse that complimented the jean skirt she was wearing, (Y/N) leaned into the table, eyes wide with interest at what her friend was telling her. Her hand flying to her mouth to hide the way she laughed. A quirk Peter found endearing and unbelievably cute.

You were cute.

Sighing aloofly, Peter propped his arms on the table and tucked his knuckles under the sides of his jaw to hold his head up. It's not like he liked watching her from afar. Anyone with a crush would understand his dilemma. He'd had many fantasies of talking to you, flirting and quite possibly asking you out only for them to remain as fantasies. The amount of times he'd practiced a conversation with you in front of the mirror is almost-- no, is definitely embarrassing. Especially since he never took the chance to actually put them into use.

He was, after all, Peter Parker.

And you-- you were (Y/N) (L/N).

The sweet, kind, pretty girl everyone seemed to love and be friends with. Even Flash Thompson who had a rep for being a dickwad wasn't an asshole to you! That's just how much you were so well liked.

"Y-you know I can't just do that, Ned. I stutter and blush just from looking at her too long, imagine what would happen if I actually talked to her."

Peter visibly cringed just from picturing it. He, being the shy and dorky guy he is, would probably stutter out a word or two before completely overheating from pressure. He was in no way suave and he knew that. That's why he resorted to the next best thing after talking to you-- watching you hopelessly from afar and pray that no guy ever had the balls to do what he couldn't.

"Oh come on, Peter. You guys have Chemistry together-"

He stopped midway and smirked,

"no pun intended but anyway, yeah! You guys have a class together, you have an excuse to talk to her. Ask her for a pen or something! Come on, man. What would Spiderman do?"