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Author: @astrologicalgarfield

Pairing:TASM!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Ever since you moved in to your new house, your neighbor, Peter Parker observed you from a distance. Trying to find the right time to finally ask you out.

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1,9k

A/N: This was requested by 🍄!anon. <3

I listened to this playlist “dating peter parker but specifically andrew garfield’s peter parker” while writing this. This entire playlist sets off the mood for this one-shot.

While writing this I realized that Peter seems so obsessive and kinda like a stalker but it wasn’t my intention!!! I swear.

Have fun reading tho. :)))

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It was a mediocre Monday morning, perhaps for Aunt May, as she barged in to Peter’s bedroom with the lone intent to rip Peter out of his comfy bed in order to remind him that she will not be there for dinner this time. But by her surprise, Peter was already out of bed, rummaging his closet for a certain piece of clothing as he hummed an uncharted song, additionally swaying his back to the non-existent rhythm. Garments were scattered across Peter’s already chaotic room, May was convinced that he basically just dug out his entire wardrobe, since a huge pile of an ungodly amount of clothes started evolving in several corners of the room.

“Peter where are you going?”, his aunt asked bewildered, pulling Peter back into reality, just as he banged his head on the wooden shelf of his wardrobe, knocking everything off of it as a consequence, just adding more anarchy to his space. Peter quickly turned around, startled by May presence in his room, the laundry basket already being supported by her hip as she tossed some pieces of clothes in to the hamper. Clearly defeated by the fact that she consistently needs to clean after her nephew. “I will finally talk to her, May!”, Peter chanted, a big grin painting his face as he disclosed her his plans on talking to his neighbor after numerous failed attempts.

The miscarried attempts were not his fault by all means. Sometimes you just did not show up at the bus stop, sometimes he got up too late, on one occasion May washed Peter’s favorite jeans, and therefore he could not go out for the entire day. However, today was going to be the day. He already rehearsed his lines since 7 in the morning, brushed his teeth twice, showered today with double the amount of shampoo and lathered on the shower gel countless times. He drenched his body in cologne in attempts to make himself smell more masculine. Peter could not contain his contentedness, he wiggled his hips while blasting music with his headphones and a wide toothed smile dancing across his face.

Aunt May just shook her head, not in disenchantment without a doubt, but instead quietly giggled to herself. Seeing Peter full of energy and in good spirits parading around his room. It was a rare sight to see him so ecstatic. After Uncle Ben’s passing he started slowly distancing himself from her until you caught Peter’s attention on that, for him memorable, forenoon.

You walked down the street, it was 9:17 A.M. Your headphones screeching in to your ears as your phone distracted you from the actual path you were strolling on. Peter stumbled down the stairs, skipping almost every step on his descent, in a haste trying to catch the bus that was leaving by 9:20 with his skateboard resting in one hand and his backpack thrown over one shoulder blade. You did not go to college, but instead worked in a small family-owned coffee shop in the center of New York. You wanted to relax for a year before applying for various universities across the country. As Peter rushed down the stairs, you wandered right past the set of steps in front of his house, while Peter sprinted them down. As predicted, Peter crashed right into you. Your phone slapped right out of your hand along with your headphones falling on to the open street, the music was still discernible from a great distance. A loud shriek escaped your lips as your body hit the grimy flooring. Air with an instance being knocked out of your lungs.

Peter gasped in discomfiture. He could not catch you in time, it all happened so precipitous. Not even his spider-senses were able to give him a fair warning in time. “I’m incredibly sorry!”, Peter gawped. Without hesitation, dropping all his belongings on to the floor and reached out his hand. In an attempt to offer you a helping hand due to him being the reason you are situated on the cold concrete ground in the first place. Peter’s departing bus long forgotten by now. You grabbed his hand responsively, he never felt hands as delicate as yours, he noted. With force, he pulled you back up on to your feet. In the process of getting your frame off of the floor, your eyes met for the first time. For Peter, it was love at first sight, he got lost in your eyes right away, as you returned his gaze with doe eyes. Your hand still resting in his went unnoticed by the both of you.

Once in a blue moon, Peter experiences nervousness caused by an outside force. Right then and there, Peter wanted to ask you out on a date, however his objective was cut short as a loud crack rang through the two sets of ears. Your headphones. A car dashing down the asphalt turned your headphones in to dust instantaneously. Both heads snapped towards the noise, seeing the damage already being concluded. Another gasp left your lips. Peter’s jaw slacked, similar to the one of a cartoon character.

“Great.”, you huffed, patting the dust off of your pants. “You know I'm really, really sorry.”, Peter emphasized on the ‘really’ his hand scratching the back of his head out of awkwardness. “No, No, it’s fine. I mean, I was the one not looking at the road.”, you enlivened him. Peter grumbled in resentment as he showered in remorse. Though you were running late, and your headphones were disintegrated into small specks of insignificant plastic, Peter still remembered the modest smile you sent him, filled with consolation and warmth.

Peter helped you to collect all the particles that were left of your headset, as well as your auspiciously unscathed phone. You thanked him as you both tossed the parts in to an insignificant trash can, giving him a courteous smile as you said your ‘goodbye’s’.

As a matter of fact, you guys indeed had the same bus stop as your destination, however Peter just stood there, feet rooted to the ground, his belongings scattered on the entire pavement as he watched you walk in a hurry to the stop. His eyes filled with enlightenment but with so much affection.

Peter caught himself in a mind trip, thinking about the first time you guys encountered. Ever since then, he has been plagued by the idea of being yours. He admired you from a great distance, never finding the courage again to approach you and optimistically ask you out on a date. However, after Aunt May emphatically gave Peter an ego-boost, by simple reassurance. He quickly decided to approach you at the next given opportunity.

“What’s the time May?”, Peter’s head snapped in May’s direction, witnessing her stuffing varied clothes into the basket that was resting on her hip as she proceeded to silently clean up the havoc in his room. Peter had the plan to leave the house by 9:15 A.M, due to the fact that you habitually walked past his house at 9:17 A.M. “It’s nine, Peter, and I am leaving for work now. Remember, I will not be there tonight.”, she reminded him as she walked out of Peter’s room, leaving the door wide open. “Good luck!”, she added as she walked down the stairs.

Peter did not respond though, he cursed himself for not getting ready a lot sooner, after all he started with his morning routine at the crack of dawn. In a rush, he disappeared back in to his closet, rummaging for the shirt in defiance. With a godsend blessing he found the piece of clothing and dragged it in a haste over his head, with great speed Peter almost jumped in to his denim jeans, closing the zipper with ease. He speedily stumbled into his bathroom, brushing his teeth for the third time today, and brushing his hair like he usually does. Coating it with a generous amount of hairspray.

In seconds, Peter hurried down the staircase in the house, grabbing the lunch bag that May made him every day, and stuffed it into his backpack. He quickly slipped into to his shoes in the entryway, not tying his laces properly and leaving them to some extent dangling.

He tore the door of open, feeling the fresh morning breeze on his skin. However, as soon as he opened the door, he caught you walking past his house towards the bus station. Your new headphones blaring into your ears. It’s the same scenario, you were looking down on your phone as Peter was in a rush. Peter grabbed his board and his keys and slammed the door shut behind him as he sprinted down the stairs - trying to get up on you.

To be faster, he jumped on his board and speeded down pavement. As he finally reached you he made a miserable attempt and tried to break, however his loose shoe ties wrapped themselves around the wheel of his board, slamming him right to the concrete floor. Peter wanted to die in embarrassment, as he kissed the ground with his face.

All the commotion made you in a short order turn around, your eyes met Peter’s on the ground. “What the hell are you doing? Are you okay?”, you asked breathless, almost shocked to see your neighbor on the sidewalk, his board running away, and his backpack entangled with his arm.

“Oh hi Y/N, I didn’t know it was you.” Peter lied, his cheeks flushed red due to awkwardness. His knee and his elbow were throbbing in pain. “I always walk down the street at like 9:15”, you prompted. Of course, you were, that's why Peter started following you. “What?”, Peter acted amazed, trying to make the conversation less ungainly.

You rolled your eyes in amusement, almost finding it funny that you see Peter blocking the entire footpath with his frame, refusing to get up. “Can I help you?”, you offered. Peter stammered something underneath his breath, it was too quiet for you to figure out. “excuse me?”

“Can I take you out for dinner?”, Peter blurred out. The grin you were wearing suddenly wore off as you heard his request. You were rather unsure if he was joking, but you decided to play along, though you really wanted to get to know him. You nodded in response.

Peter looked at you in puzzlement, “What it was that easy?”, he exclaimed, facepalming himself as he realized that he was such a coward before. “Wait, you weren’t joking?”, you interrupted him, your voice cracking in excitement.

“No, no, of course not! Let me take you out for dinner!”

You looked at him with big eyes, another wide toothed smile dancing across your lips, “I mean why not.”, you shrugged your shoulders, adjusting your bag meanwhile.

Peter exhaled in relief, letting his head fall back and covering his face with his hands. He finally found the courage to ask the girl of his dreams to go eat dinner with him, in hopes to ignite the spark he has felt for a long time now.

The romance managed in this scene are a good medicine to my heart. This two never stop touching me in my soul. This couple, Peter and Gwen, are magic. The official deffinition of true love.

The chemistry they have is blow minding. The heart and soul that both Emma and Andrew give into the performance is heart stopping. They are two of the most amazing actors today. Emma totally deserves to be an Oscar winner and we all know Andrew is gonna win an Oscar too. Sooner or later, he will.