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Flirting with Disaster pt. 2

Paring: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Brother's bestfriend)

Summary: You make your way over to Peter's apartment and an onslaught of memories hits you again. What starts as playful banter turns into a charged moment; it leaves you questioning if the chemistry between you two was always one-sided or if you were delusional and seeing things that couldn't be possible.

Word Count: Roughly 2.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, light sexual tension, playful banter, suggestive and mild language, power dynamics, mentions of past embarrassing childhood memories

Author's Note: There's like one (or maybe more) grammar error that I can't seem to find ://

And I'm sorry for the delay on this one <3

Part 1

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Thirty minutes later, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment door. 

You purposely tried to make yourself late. You walked instead of driving, stopped at the deli to get juice, and helped an elderly lady cross the street. 

You did every single thing fucking imaginable.

You hesitated, fist hovering just inches from the door. You contemplated running back home or throwing yourself down some stairs so you had a legitimate excuse for missing your date and not having to see Peter. 

But before you could talk yourself out of it, the door swung open with a creak, and there he was.

Peter Parker.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a smirk that could only mean one thing: he was about to have way too much fun with you. He was looking at you like he’d just caught his favorite target.

Well, he had.

And he had been doing that since you were kids, so what was one more round? But you'd prefer several rounds.

You glanced up at him before looking away.

Peter had changed. 

He was still Peter, but the years had definitely worked in his favor. His shoulders were broader, his jawline sharper, and those reading glasses, those glasses, gave him this nerdy charm that reminded you of when he was younger. But that somehow made you want to both roll your eyes and blush at the same time. And don’t even get started on the muscles. His biceps were practically screaming to be noticed under his T-shirt.

You had to resist the urge to salivate. 

It took you a second to pull your thoughts together. 

You hadn’t seen him since high school graduation, five years ago, but who was counting? You were.

“Well, well, well,” Peter drawled, his voice smooth as honey and laced with that signature mischievous tone. “Look who finally decided to show up.” He gave you a once-over, eyes lingering just long enough to remind you why you used to dread him. “I was starting to think you were too chicken to face the music, peach.”

Peach. Of course, he had to use that. 

Your face instantly flared with heat, and the flood of mortifying memories hit you like a tidal wave. The peach nickname came from that god-awful summer barbecue when you bit into a juicy peach, only to choke on it and turn into a red-faced mess in front of everyone, including Peter.

You could almost hear his smug chuckle from all the way back then.

You forced yourself to stand tall. 

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice,” you shot back, but even to your ears, your voice cracked a little. Damn it. “Not like I could’ve canceled now.”

Peter’s grin deepened, almost impossibly wide. “Yeah, you’re pretty much stuck with me.” He took a slow step forward, eyes glinting with something far too playful. “Like that time you tried to impress me by climbing that tree. You remember? Arms scratched up, hair all over the place, and then that pout you had when you couldn’t get down? Classic move.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you seriously bringing that up again?”

Peter shrugged, unrepentant. “What can I say? It’s a core memory from your childhood.” Peter leaned closer. “Your mom sent me a picture, you know. Framed it. Right next to my bed.”

You blinked rapidly as your face turned completely red. “You’re an ass,” you muttered.

“You love it.” His smirk never faded.

Your retort caught in your throat when his hand curled around yours. “Come on,” he said, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. “This is supposed to be fun.”

Before you could protest, not that you wanted to, he'd tugged you into his apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft woosh and a click of the lock.

You took a quick glimpse around his apartment. It was cozy and very much Peter, an organized chaos in the way only he could pull off. Books, tools, gadgets, and half-finished projects are across the floor like a mad scientist’s lair. And then there was the smell: it was him. A blend of cologne, something faintly smoky and sweet, and something warm and earthy that made your pulse skip a little. It was almost unfair how well it suited him.

When he turned to face you, he hadn't let go of your hand. His thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of your hand, his touch warm and inviting.

“Hello, peaches,” he murmured, his voice a teasing caress.

“Hi, Peter,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze.

He chuckled, the sound wrapping around you like a warm hug, as he lifted your hand and pressed a slow kiss to your knuckles. The rasp of his stubble against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

Your cheeks flushed as you huffed and pulled your hand back, ignoring the way his lips curved into another smirk. “This is torture,” you grumbled.

“Sweetest kind,” he shot back, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. “So, who’s the guy? The one you’re trying to impress?”

You fidgeted under his gaze. “Just…someone I met through friends.”

“Ah, the mysterious friend’s friend,” he mused, his tone laced with amusement. “All right, let’s start with the basics. Confidence. You need to feel comfortable in your own skin.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “But you’re still shy, aren’t you? Just like when we first met.”

You groaned. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Peter said, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, I still remember the first time we met,” Peter added playfully. “You were so shy and quiet, hiding behind your brother's leg. And I was your brother's best friend, who decided to befriend the sweet little girl too.”

“No, asshole. You roll your eyes. “You decided that you would make fun of me from that day forward.”

Peter shrugged, his grin unrepentant. “I was just poking fun. You always blushed so easily. But I never did it in a mean way. Well, not too mean,” he amended with a chuckle.

“We teased each other, remember? That was our thing,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger.

“No, it wasn't.” You grumble.

“Was too,” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You'd challenge me to a video game, get all pouty when you lost, and I'd tease you for it.”

He paused, watching you closely. “Come on, peach. You loved it as much as I did. All our inside jokes, the nicknames, the way we teased each other…”

His voice dropped. "And now, he said, his gaze dropping to your lips, making the heat in your cheeks flare, “I get to teach you how to flirt.”

You roll your eyes.

Peter was way too close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. You quickly took a step back, but it didn’t help much. Peter smirked, eyes narrowing just enough to let you know that he could read you like an open book.

The sincerity in his tone made your breath hitch, but before you could respond, his teasing grin returned. “Now,” he said, straightening up, “let’s see if I can teach you how to stop blushing every time I say your name. What do you think, baby?”

Your stomach flipped at the nickname, but you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him win this round. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, grinning as you sputtered.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. 

“Still got that attitude, huh?” he teased, his voice a little quieter now, almost like a challenge. “Hard to believe you’ve grown up. Wasn’t it just six years ago when you told me to ‘fall in a ditch and die’?”

You blinked, the blush creeping up your neck again. “Shut up, Parker,” you muttered, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest. “You and my brother basically stalked me on my first date. I was a disaster. You guys made me cry.”

Peter chuckled that deep, rumbling sound that made your insides do something weird. “Oh, come on. It was hilarious! You were so flustered, like a deer in headlights. You couldn’t even speak! And then your face-” He paused, dramatically pouting. “I mean, seriously. Who else trips and falls into a pile of mud on their first date?”

You wished for the ground to swallow you whole. “You guys were awful.”

"Awful?" Peter echoed. "I wouldn't have had to do that if you hadn't snuck out without telling anyone."

Peter shrugged, but there was that familiar gleam in his eyes. “But, I did pay for your dry cleaning and bought you ice cream, so I don't have remorse.”

He leaned a little closer, almost like he was enjoying this more than he should be.

“I was just looking out for you, baby. You know that.”

Baby. That damn nickname. You tried to stay mad at him, but he knew exactly how to melt that armor. 

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Peter’s voice softened, and when you peeked through your fingers, he was closer, his expression more serious now. “I was just looking out for you. Always have.”

Peter’s smirk deepened as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his entire presence screaming arrogance and charm. 

"Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly make me feel protected when you were laughing at me," you shot back, trying to regain some ground. Your voice wavered, though, betraying your confidence.

His cocky demeanor softened slightly, just enough to throw you off. “That guy you were with? He was a total creep. And you? You’re too sweet to be rude. But me?” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, his voice dropping low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I’m going to beat someone’s ass if they deserve it.”

You froze as his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze almost too much. Then, his smirk returned, softer now, but no less disarming. “And you…” His voice was practically a murmur now. “You’re my favorite little peach, and peaches? They need protection, don’t they?”

Your cheeks burned. You crossed your arms, a weak attempt at a barrier between you and the way he made your pulse race. “Yeah, well, I’m grown now. A big girl. I can take care of myself,” you retorted quickly, too quickly.

Peter’s eyebrow arched, his expression smug as if daring you to believe your own words. “Oh, is that right?” He tilted his head, eyes sweeping over you, lingering just enough to make you squirm. “Then why are your arms crossed like you’re holding yourself together?”

Peter raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. You could feel his eyes on you, the way they looked at you like you were something worth being seen. 

It was intoxicating. It was terrifying. 

Your breath hitched. He was too observant, too good at peeling back your defenses with a single question. “I’m fine,” you insisted, but your voice lacked conviction.

Peter took a slow step forward, closing the distance between you. His scent hit you first: spicy, earthy, and undeniably him. It was a heady mix, and you found yourself shifting closer to him.

 “Tell you what,” he said, his voice smooth and warm, dripping with challenge. “Why don’t you show me how a big girl flirts? Think of it as a trial run before your date.”

“I-I…” You faltered, your mind scrambling for words as he moved closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his lips twitching into a smirk that made your knees weak. “I thought you were a big girl now.”

You swallowed hard, the heat in your stomach pooling as his words wrapped around you like a velvet rope. He was too close, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear.

“C'mon,” he coaxed, his voice a whisper near your ear, and you shivered despite yourself. “A big girl knows how to flirt.”

You could feel his breath tickle your neck, his hand resting on your waist like he always did when he was teasing you. And for a brief moment, you were that awkward teenager again, and he was the older boy next door with all the arrogance and charm.

“It's just you and me here, peach.” His voice was low, his thumb drawing idle circles on your hip, making it damn near impossible to think straight. “Show me what you've got.”

“Fine,” you said, trying to maintain some semblance of cool, giving him what he wanted to hear. “I can't flirt to save my life. Show me how to.”

Peter’s smirk widened, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won a game you didn’t realize you were playing. “That much I already knew,” he murmured, his hand moving to your waist with an ease that made your pulse stutter. He pulled you closer, your bodies mere inches apart.

His thumb began trailing under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your hip, and your breath caught. The deliberate touch sent a delicious thrill through you, making it impossible to focus. You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, catching the flicker of victory in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to you. He knew, and he was reveling in it.

“What’s wrong, peach?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but even you could hear the waver in your tone.

“And yet,” Peter replied, his smirk softening into something more dangerous. “You’re still here. Inches away from me. Looking at me like you’re waiting for something.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction. You straightened your shoulders, trying to regain control. “I didn’t come here for your games, Peter,” you said, though your voice trembled slightly. “I came here because you owe me for all the humiliations you’ve put me through over the years.”

Peter chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending another shiver through you. “You’re right,” he said, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between you. “I do owe you.”

His eyes dipped to your lips, and your breath hitched. “And don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone full of promise. “I’ve got plenty of ways to make it up to you.”

Your heart stuttered as the air between you grew thick, heavy with tension and something you weren’t sure you were ready for. You tried to speak, to push back, but the words caught in your throat.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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being a double major is rather difficult..medical major hard enough understandable — but a fashion major as well? that’s a whole different level. yn enjoyed both and decided ‘hey how about we double major it can’t be that hard,’ but now she is stuck in her room 5 out of 7 days of the week designing clothing and studying the human body; the do’s and the do not’s.

yn’s diet consisted of three things. coffee, anything with rice, and chocolate cracker snacks. she loves instant ramen but she wouldn’t want to burn herself out of it. stress was a major factor in those 2am breakdowns. stress always crept behind the back of yn; like a stupid background character who tries to steal the spotlight.

yn was guilty of taking her stressed anger out on mira — although mira knew she didn’t mean the stuff it truly did hurt her sometimes hearing those words come out her mouth. mira truly did have a strong friendship with chishiya and ann.

mira was always honest with chishiya and ann telling them the things yn has said due to her being stressed; and to what surprise chishiya would always be a little shit to yn the next day. as much as yn wanted to deny it—chishiya was the main reason yn would always keep apologizing to mira profusely. yn didn’t want to lose mira.

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“chishiyaaa” mira dramatically sighed looking at the blanked expression chishiya whom was reading a romance manga. chishiya let an audible ‘hm’ from his mouth. the rooftops breeze made his hair sway ever so slightly in the wind.

mira opened her mouth to say something but ended up forming her tinted red lips in a thin line. there was a deafening silence with a mix noise of students talking from the classrooms and the sound of the softly breezed wind. “what is it mira?” chishiya placed a bookmark on the page closing it moving his attention to the black haired girl.

“i was going to ask if you wanted to get some strawberry milk tea” mira stretched her arms out before standing up to stretch her fallen asleep legs. “i mean sure” chishiya stared at her putting his book in his bag before slinging it onto his body. mira smirked knowing he meant yes; she grabbed his hand and lead him to the nearest vending machines.

mira was the school crush. her beauty, the way she presented herself, her confidence and her brains/smartness. she was the total “package”. and it wasn’t just a one sided it was from both the girls and the boys. she would get constant love letters and proposals but it would always be turned down simple’s due to the fact—she was never interested.

but people being people always mistaken this for her dating chishiya which is..absolutely wrong. mira had zero interest in chishiya. while as for chishiya on the other hand, he definitely had girls fawning to the ground for him. many asked to date him but it would always be a simple “no.”

so seeing mira holding chishiya’s hand leading him to the nearest vending station to get a strawberry flavored milk tea was definitely a sight to see in the hallways. boys wished they were chishiya while girls wished they were mira. some even wished they were both. chishiya wasn’t a fan of PDA but this was the bare minimum—plus they were only best friends.

mira found the vending machine that had various flavors of milk teas. she ordered herself a almond milk tea and a strawberry milk tea. as mira bent down to get the drinks chishiya stepped behind her covering her shorts. shorts not not he didn’t want people to see under her skirt. chishiya looked around scratching his eyebrow. mira grabbed the drinks handing the strawberry one to chishiya.

chishiya opened the bottle taking a sip of it, a soft small smile barely visible formed his lips. mira took a few sips out of her bottle sighing in satisfaction. “want to ditch?” mira offered him taking another sip of her drink. chishiya nodded.

“cafe?” mira questioned knowing the answer will always be yes. chishiya didn’t say anything so mira took that as a yes. mira followed in suit next to him to their favorite cafe to study at.

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“heiya!! usagi!! KUINAA” yn shook all of them softly to get their attention. “YNN” kuina shook yn back giving the same energy earning a little giggle from the girls. “what’s up?” usagi questioned looking at yn.

“we should go to the cafe like right now, im craving a custard pudding.” yn exclaimed gripping onto heiya and dramatically fainting. “i would be down but you have a class next period..” usagi crossed her arms, heiya nodded her head in agreement.

yn grumbled at the reminder she has a class, kuina sighed grabbing yn’s hand throwing on her bag. “fuck that class lets just go to the cafe, it’s not that far from here” kuina smiled proudly dragging yn with her with a giggly heiya following behind them and a slightly upset usagi following behind them.

“don’t worry usagiiii” heiya linked arms with usagi catching up to kuina and yn, “you have to break the rules at least once” heiya smiled at usagi. usagi sighed as a smile broke onto her lips. “you’re right.”

the walk to the cafe was short but it was very lovely to say the least. they found a table near the windows. they put their school bags on the table as they went to go order their deserts or drinks. yn got a carmel pudding, heiya got kinako dango, usagi got a crepe, and kuina got herself an iced coffee + ichigo daifuku.

it was a very peaceful moment, the girls were all busy doing their own thing while yn finished hee sketch for her new fashion piece for her project. heiya looked up for a moment, mouth agaped “oh look it’s mira and chishiya!” heiya waved to them.

mira smiled and walked over to them while chishiya kept his hands in his pocket walking ever so calmly to them. yn looked up locking eyes with chishiya rolling her eyes.

“nice to see you too” chishiya flatly said breaking eye contact to look at the menu. “what are you doing here?” yn grumbled taking another bite of her carmel pudding. chishiya shrugged, “felt like going to a cafe,” he pulled out his phone to take a picture of the menu “why? am i not allowed to be here either?” he snarked sarcastically.

“well its kinda starker-ish that you are here as well” yn smiled pettily. chishiya inhaled sharply looking back at yn. “i guess i am a stalker then” a calm yet snark liked tone laced his words. he looked at the drawing you made withe the clothes and the overall body, he nodded slightly lips formed in a thin line.

“maybe if you put the same effort for medical just like you do for those drawings you can beat me.” a smirk glazed his lips, yn scoffed gripping onto her skirt. “are you calling me stupid?” a wave of anger and disgust laced hee voice. “basically yeah.” chishiya looked down to her leaning against her chair.

yn opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out of it. it dryer than the Sahara desert; chishiya who was looking at the menu through his phone let out a small chuckle. “cat got your tongue? how miserable.” he eyed you looking back at his phone.

no words can explain how bad yn fumed. she had so much to say to his face yet none of it came out; she wasn’t scared, she wasn’t in love, she was simply lost in words. she knew she was holding herself back in studies but at times she wished she could just tape his mouth.

he was never one to talk so much so how come when it’s with you, he knows all the buttons to push you. chishiya decided on what he was going to get. he stood up properly putting his phone and hands in his pocket; “you know for being my academic rival, it’s fun to push your buttons” chishiya’s smirk widened. he waited for yn to say something but she continued to grip onto her skirt chewing the inside of her mouth causing it to bruise.

“cat got your tongue again? sad.” he simply shrugged walking to the line to order, while mira was still occupied talking to the girls. yn watched every single movement of chishiya’s. from the minute ordered to the minute he sat down. chishiya noticed her staring taking out his hand to wave at her.

yn flipped him off going back to her drawings ignoring mira and the other girls. yn calmed herself down knowing he was trying to get under her skin. taking another bite of her pudding lightened her mood.

after a few more conversations between mira and the girls, mira finally left to go to chishiya who just got his strawberry shortcake. “uh excuse me? this is for you. a carmel iced coffee” a waiter handed to yn. “oh uh i never ordered this.” yn smiled at the young waiter, “this is from someone with light blonde-ish white hair.” the waiter looked around to find hin but couldnt; the waiter bowed and left.

yn sharply inhaled knowing who it was from, feeling the the side, it had a sticky note saying “you might need this if you want to beat me in the test <3” yn’s face twitched crumbling up the note. “that mf.” yn said a little too loudly getting the girls attention.

ofc it was chishiya. it was always him; he was the cat who got your tongue. and she loathed it.

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