Flirt With Me - Part 2
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (20+ OMG)
- @skymoonandstardust: This is so sweet and so perfect!! I would love a second part– if you want to that is, and if you do write one can you please tag me?
- @themaddesthattter: Literal perfection A part two would be awesome 💕
- @blackbluberrys: i need a part two for this FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCC
- @zsupernaturalz: Ajjejsheh can you make a part two!! And tag me if it’s no problem
- @hippie-bibbie: Part two please oh my god
- @shineecharisma: can this have a part two ohmygod
- and a lot, lot more!
A/N: IT’S HERE! The highly requested and long awaited sequel! I hope it meets your expectations, I’m actually terrified because I’m afraid that it doesn’t meet the standards of the first one… Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!
How to flirt
Your fingers move swiftly across the keys of a school laptop as you type, glancing around the library, praying that no one was around to see what you were up to.
Less than a week ago (93 hours and counting… yeah you kept track), your best friend Peter Parker had flirted with you to help you avoid a certain obnoxious fellow Decathlon member, leaving you feeling very confused.
You’ve known Peter almost your whole life, but you had never imagined you would witness the
slightly very seductive and flirtatious side of the sweet little, innocent boy from Queens.
You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t enjoyed the little experience, even if it left you feeling extremely vulnerable and flustered - being a rather confident girl, that was something you definitely weren’t used to. You always liked Peter, he was an amazing friend, however, the episode left you desiring for something more… which has led you to this moment; sitting alone in the library and Googling for flirting tips during your free period. As pathetic as it sounded, you had a plan to finally admit your feelings for Peter, you’d win his heart the way he’d unknowingly captured yours.
You sigh as the page buffers, stupid school wifi.
But in order for your plan to be successful, you needed to be able to flirt. And unfortunately, that doesn’t happen overnight.
The page finally loads and you cheer silently in success, jumping slightly in your seat. The librarian glares at you accusingly but doesn’t raise a finger.
“These internet people better know what they’re doing…” you murmur to yourself as your eyes skim through an article. Of course, it was useless.
You yelp in surprise as you felt someone breathe on the back of your neck while peering over your shoulder. Hurriedly, you slam the laptop shut but the damage had been done.
“Learning how to flirt on the internet?” Michelle drawls with a smirk and you feel yourself heat up. “I’ve tried it before. You’re lame.”
“Wait, but you said you tried it too-” you start before she cuts you off with a smirk. Ah, Michelle, such a complex and bright mind yet ever so confusing at times.
A thought suddenly pops into your head.
“So are you any good at flirting now? Perhaps you could help me?” you inquire hopefully. Sure, Michelle didn’t seem like a flirt, but at this point, you honestly didn’t know what to expect from anyone anymore.
“Me? Flirt? Pfft, no. I’d rather be doing something productive, like drawing people in crisis.”
You simply nod, not exactly eager to find out what she meant about ‘people in crisis’.
She ignores you for the rest of the period, checking out a few interesting looking books as you resume reading a few blogs and online magazine articles, but to no avail. By the time the bell rang you still hadn’t learned anything new.
Sighing in frustration, you pack your things.
“Okay, Ned. Play along with me for a moment.”
“I’m going to do something, just go with it!”
Ned looks dumbfounded as you saunter over to him, twirling a strand of hair around your fingers.
“Hey, handsome,” you whisper, closing in on him. He backs up nervously against the lockers.
You give him a flirtatious wink.
“(Y/N), you’re scaring me.”
You sigh in defeat as you slam your face into the lockers with a loud bang. A few freshmen stare at you curiously but you couldn’t care less. Ned, on the other hand, looks as confused as ever as he awkwardly tried to pry your face from the lockers.
“Hey Ned, (Y/N)!” you hear an all too familiar voice call. The feet carrying the person skid to a stop. “Uh, what’s wrong with her?”
Peter glances at Ned, who shrugs before walking off, still pondering over your crazy behaviour from earlier. Peter pokes your head gently but you ignore him, even though you wanted nothing more than to face him and look into his beautiful eyes.
“(Y/N),” Peter tries again when he suddenly spots Flash coming around the corner. His face lights up in realization and the faintest traces of hope, however, you (your face still shoved against the lockers) didn’t see his eyes shine in excitement. “Ah, I see. Flash approaching quickly at six o'clock. Want to put your old plan into action again?”
His voice is eager and hopeful, but once again this remained unnoticed by you for your face was starting to flush, the blood roaring like strong waves in your ears.
Without warning, Peter successfully removes your face from the cool metal (damn his inhuman strength) and twirls you around to face him, his cheeky, flirtatious smirk from a few days before, returning.
You feel your knees shaking beneath you and your heart beating faster. You wanted to scream in delight but also die right there and then. You weren’t prepared, the websites had taught you nothing. You were defenseless and you wouldn’t be able to play along with him nor tell him how you really felt. Your heart stopped and all your trains of thought left you as he opened his mouth.
“There isn’t a word in the dictionary to describe how beautiful you are.” Peter whispered, his voice low and husky.
Your face was burning like a freshly lit fire as he gazed into your eyes, taking your hand in his gently. You tried to keep your hand as still as possible, but it was shaking madly in his grasp. However, his grip only tightened. You rack your brain to the websites you browsed merely hours ago, and blurt out the first thing that came to mind. The line that would allow Peter to understand how you truly felt, the line that would start your relationship as a real couple-
“And you must be the square root of two, because I feel irrational around you.” you uttered, your voice awfully tremulous.
He chuckles and you wanted nothing more than to slap yourself. Out of the hundreds of pick up lines you read, you chose to use the only one with math? Freaking mathematics? Nobody would ever take that seriously, not even Peter and he wore science pun shirts for goodness sake!
“Good one, (Y/N). I’ll have to get that printed on a shirt soon,” he laughs, vocalizing your thoughts. “But back to business.”
Before you knew what you were doing and before he could say anything ridiculously attractive, you push him against the lockers, sealing the small gap that was between the two of you. He looks surprised at first but it doesn’t last long as his face sports his seductive smile again.
“Whoa, careful darling. Please keep your distance. I might fall for you.” he mused, as you fought hard to keep your blush from darkening.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes. It was going to work this time. It had to.
“Roses are red, my face is too… and that only happens when I’m around you.”
You shut your eyes tightly, dreading his reaction. You didn’t know what to expect, perhaps he would think that you’re still playing along, or maybe you had just ruined a perfectly amazing friendship with Pete or-
Your body tenses as his hand finds his way to your cheek, cupping it gently. It glides swiftly to your chin, his touch feather-light, and tilts your head so that you were less than inches away from his face. You hesitantly open your eyes, only to meet his gentle ones that showed no sign of anger, confusion or pity. Were you mistaken or did his eyes sparkle with love? And did yours too?
“I want to be the reason you look down at your phone and smile,” you resumed. His eyebrows quirk up in an adorable way and he opens his mouth to reply but you start speaking again. “And walk into a pole.”
The two of you double over with laughter and butterflies flutter in your stomach as Peter pulls you into him, wrapping you in a hug.
“You totally ruined the perfect moment,” he chided while continuing to chuckle. “I was about to say something equally as romantic y'know.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve heard enough of that from you already.” you admitted, grinning wildly. “And are you admitting to liking me too?”
He smirks and pushes you against the lockers, trapping you against him and the metal that creaked in protest from behind you. The space between the two of you, incredibly small. But you definitely weren’t complaining.
“That I am. I have for years. And besides… your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”
He leans in and you mimic his movements, lifting you face up to connect your lips to his-
“Hey (Y/N), I was wondering if you wanted - ARG, WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME?” Flash shrieks from the other side of the hallway as he spotted the two of you against the lockers.
You and Peter pull away abruptly, and you sigh disappointedly. Your eyes shoot daggers at his back as Flash retreats, his heavy footsteps echoing angrily.
“And another perfect moment ruined.” Peter sighed dramatically, pulling you to his side while snaking his arm around your waist. You snuggle into his embrace.
“You owe me a kiss now.” he declares with a smile.
“Yes, I do.”
Your plan was definitely successful.
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