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The troubles of miscommunication

Word Count: 5.3K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: Peter can’t talk to you without becoming a mess, and you are sure that it’s because he doesn’t like you near him.
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
A/N: Give me all the secret mutual pining because I live for this shit. Also, Ned is the bestest best friend ever.

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“You should talk to her, that’s all I’m saying. I talk to her every day. She’s really cool, Peter.”

Ned has to have lost his freaking mind. Sure, you are approachable and have never flat out ignored anyone but his problem goes a little beyond that. He’s already tried to talk to you in the past– several times. And every single one he made a fool of himself. 

Who could forget the duck incident of last year? He couldn’t see you without blushing for weeks after that.

“That’s what I was thinking, ducks’ feathers are like–” Peter had stopped mid-sentence the moment you walked up to him and Ned, smiling widely. 

He adored your smile.

“Hey, Ned. Hey, Peter.” You’d said, and while Ned greeted you like a normal person, the only thing Peter managed to blurt out was–

“Duck.” You’d frowned but nevertheless ducked your head down, looking up to see why he could’ve told you to do that. He would’ve explained that he didn’t mean to say that were it not for the fact that his throat was completely dry and he’d forgotten all the words in the English language. Ned looked like he was suffering horribly from second-hand embarrassment, and Peter couldn’t blame him.

“What, why?” You asked, frowning deeper as you looked around.

“There was a bee. Huge one. Bzzzzzz and everything.” Ned said in a desperate attempt to save Peter, who only managed to nod as his face practically lit on fire. You didn’t look too convinced but nodded anyway, and Peter begged to whoever was listening for the floor to open and swallow him whole.

“Right…” You said, clearly uncertain. “Anyway… Ned, you forgot your notebook on your desk.” You handed it to him and he took it with a grateful smile. “Well, see you around.” You waved at them and walked away, and Peter could see Ned turning to him slowly with a disbelieving stare.

“What. The hell. Was that?” He asked in a whisper, looking as if he was feeling real, physical pain. “I have never felt so embarrassed for another human being before.”

“Excuse me, I need to go dig up my grave and bury myself.” Peter said, slamming his locker door and wishing more than anything else to have the power of going back in time. 

Sadly, he wasn’t that lucky.

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