Peter Parker x Reader

Monster

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

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You really want to spend time with Peter but, you both have after-school "jobs"

Warnings- Angst, kissing.

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Y/N's eyes fell into a haze over Peter, dreamily watching as he tapped the eraser-head of his shortened pencil riddled with bite marks from his anxious habits against the top of his desk. She tried to break her stare, but her thoughts drifted to each little thing he did that most would never care to notice, except her.

She loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up whenever he couldn't contain a wide grin that seemed to take over his entire face, that contagious smile that made her bite down roughly on her own lip to hide her happiness. She loved the way his lips parted to form the shape of a tiny "o" when worry overtook him; his big brown eyes swelled like they were chocolate tootsie-pops impersonating his orbs. And she especially loved his recurrent pattern of struggling under the burden of all his textbooks in his hands one day, and the next shyly carrying them inside a brand-new backpack he would be sure to lose soon enough. No one noticed these things about Peter Parker, whereas she couldn't possibly ignore them if she tried.

"Hola, como estás?" Peter's lovable attempt at an accent broke her concentration, a smile crossed her lips before she could tell herself not to feel that way.

"What?" she fumbled around with her notes, trying to establish what the topic of their conversation was supposed to be. Peter reached across the aisle to tap the top of her page with his pencil, a friendly closed-lip smile placed her mind at ease.

"Oh, um.. estoy bien, pero desearía no estar en la escuela," she half-laughed, joking that she didn't want to be at school. Peter drew a blank at her words, and a confused expression crossed his face laced with an evident tone of frustration in his response.

"Did we learn that? I don't remember--" he trailed off, too busy anxiously flipping through his Spanish notebook to finish his sentence. The teacher cut him off with a quick reminder of the new partner project, and Peter flashed her a smile with a twinkle of hope she would be his partner. Rolling her eyes, she nodded, even though she'd never dream of picking anyone else.

"So when can we meet up, can you after school today?" she asked, shifting to face him in her chair. Peter kept his eyes trained on the ground, his fingers dug into the fabric of his jeans and formed tight fists momentarily, until he released them and broke the news.

"Actually I have the, uh, Stark internship so I don't really have time..." Peter mumbled with a pang of pity in his words. Her face shrunk, the smile disappearing from her features as she turned back away from him to face the front of the classroom.

"Well, when are you free?" she huffed, trying to contain her disappointment.

"I'm not," he blurted, a bit faster than she would have preferred. A twinge of defense and exasperation rumbled through her bones as she snapped her textbook shut.

"Yeah, I realize that, Peter. I'm not fucking stupid," she harshly whispered, squinting her eyes to avoid the rare possibility that she would cry. For reasons unknown to him, she would never let a single teardrop slip down her cheek. Peter could never see that side of her, he would have no reason too. But, sometimes her two personalities would collide and mesh together, a fact she despised.

"I promise we'll find a time, okay?" he comforted her, gently giving her wrist a squeeze. A still moment passed, his hand growing warmer by the second pressing against her skin. The bell droned overhead signaling the end of the school day, and Peter's hand retreated to his side as he leaped out of his chair and sprinted out the door.