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.
“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.
Request: For the holiday prompt thing, 1 (all i want for christmas is you) with Peter
AN: This is the start of my holiday fics YAY please send me requests from my holiday prompt list and i’ll try my best to write as much 🙂
Peter Parker x Reader
I was quietly reading my book in my favorite coffee shop. The warmth of my drink kissed my cheeks. A relief from the cold, brisk air of winter time in New York. I took a small sip before turning back to the world where superhero boyfriends, who always got themselves into trouble, didn’t exist. I was about to flip the page when a pair of hands covered my eyes.
Request: hi! would you mind doing an earth 2 barry imagine where the reader flirts with him and he’s just a stuttering mess and she ends up kissing him and he’s just in shock but it ends cute? i just need more fluff with e2 barry 😩 thanks babe!
a/n: i went overboard…and i agree, more e2
Being on a whole nother earth is really weird. Everything appears the same as earth one but…Isn’t. Cisco had vibed you to the wrong earth. You think. Neither him nor Barry are with you, so it’s safe to assume that you’re alone. Therefore, you decide to go find their doppelgängers. Maybe they can help.
The first place you search is the Central City Police Department, or the CCPD for short. You step in, gazing at the differences. First of all, and most important, Iris is here, but as a detective. Not Joe. Wow. She’s with…Eddie?! You run a hand through your hair, watching them kiss. When they pull away, you see his Jitters nametag. Eddie works at Jitters?
This is kind of hilarious. Your eyes widen in realization. If Iris is a detective on this earth, would Barry still work here? Then the answer to your question shows up. You cover your mouth with your hand.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?!“ he beams, adjusting the golden thin rimmed on his ear. Trying to contain your giggles, you take in what he’s wearing. A light gray sweater vest sits on top of a crisp white button down; a striped yellow and silver bowtie wraps around his thin neck and a darker gray jacket is thrown on top. With his chestnut hair parted on the other side, he shuffles over to you, barely picking up his brown wingtip shoes.
You cross your arms across your pale pink knitted sweater. “Well, aren’t you just the most adorable thing ever?” you purr, grinning from ear to ear. If only earth 1 Barry dressed like this… You would love that. Honestly, who wouldn’t?
A bright red blush scatters along his cheeks, nose, and down his neck, outlining his cute little moles. He immediately opens his mouth. Then closes it…only to open it again. “I…erm…Thank you…? You…I think you are adorable too?” he stutters, hoisting his glasses up his nose, “D-did you, um, get new clothes?” he asks, gesturing to your sweater and high waisted jeans. “I mean…it’s just…you usually wear dark colors- Not that it’s bad!” Barry holds his hands up, curls them into fists, and sets them in front of his mouth.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you quickly think up an explanation. You clasp your hands together, holding them down at your thighs. “I wanted to try something a bit different. You like it?” you ask sweetly, taking a step forward.
Barry gulps, nodding his head rapidly; his glasses slipping off his face. “Of course I do! I like you in everyth-” he gets cut short when your lips press to his. Those same grassy green eyes widen an inch, yet his lips part, allowing your tongue entrance. He moans quietly in the back of his throat while his hand cups your cheek. He pulls away, gasping for air, and fixes his specs. “Y/N! What has gotten into you?! I’m at work! How many times do I need to tell you, no french kisses in public?!” he shouts, smirking just a little bit as he looks around the office frantically.
You grin bashfully, “Sorry, I just needed to do that before I left.” Oh my god, you kissed Barry.
Barry smiles, shaking his head and pecking your cheek. “I’ll, um, see you at home, sweetheart.” he peers at your hand, noticing the lack of jewelry. His brows furrow, “Di-did you lose your wedding ring again?” he asks, pouting. Your breath hitches and you nod. Boy, if your Barry could see himself in this world…
*meanwhile*
Somehow Y/N had gotten separated from the two guys when Cisco vibed the three of them to earth 2. Though, the engineer says she should be on the same earth as them. Barry would find her before they left. For now, they needed to get to S.T.A.R Labs so Cisco could ‘borrow’’ some of their tech. By borrow, he totally meant steal.
Barry gawks at the giant replica of Central City. It’s a lot more futuristic than earth 1; a lot more metallic things. He flops his tan jacket against him so he’s comfortable. “Cisco!” he scolds, gesturing to the flash of the phone camera. “Not the time.” he says quietly, putting his hand flat in the air.
Cisco cringes, pouting, “Sorry.” he whispers…then snaps another picture. Barry frowns at him. “That was the last one, swear!” he promises, putting his phone away.
“Barry!” they hear Y/N yell. The speedster whirls around, blinking a few times when he sees her. She has on a dark blue crop top under a black leather jacket; a pair of black skinny jeans hug her perfectly…and she has on combat boots. Barry heaves out a deep sigh, looking her up and down, tempted to scream ‘step on my face you goddess’. “Wow, new look? Where’s your glasses, babe?” she wonders, tilting her head.
“Contacts.” Barry replies nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. He jumps when she grips his jacket, yanking him down to her height. She slams her lips on his, catching him by surprise. Her tongue fights its way into his mouth, exploring. Barry gasps, pulling himself away from her. “Y/N!” he mutters, eyes wide.
Her shoulders slump and she giggles, hiding her lips with a few of her fingers. Cisco’s jaw drops when he notices a diamond ring on her hand; he hits the other guy on the back playfully. “I know, I know, no french kisses in public…” she mocks, grabbing Barry’s hand, “I couldn’t help it- Where’s your ring? You lost it again, didn’t you?” Y/N smirks.
Barry blushes as red as his flannel, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, you know me…” he chuckles awkwardly, peering behind him at Cisco.
Shaking her head, Y/N kisses him again. “I’ll go look for it.” she sighs, patting his chest, “You. Get back to work, mister. I’ll see you at home.” she winks, “And I like your outfit, hottie. Gives off this…vibe. But I do miss your bowtie.” she frowns, walking away, “Love you!” she shouts from across the street, waving.
The speedster waves back uncharacteristically slow in complete shock. Cisco smacks his upper arm, mouth hanging wide open. “Yo, yours and Y/N’s doppelgängers are married, man! Your double got more game than you! Ha!” he laughs, gripping his vibe goggles.
“Shut up. Let’s go.” Barry huffs, mind racing with thoughts of his Y/N. Oh, if his Y/N could see herself on this earth…
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