I Hope That’s A Yes
requested: hi, if you’re still taking requests i was wondering if you’d write a peter parker x reader imagine about him taking her to another homecoming or a prom, like maybe how he asks her and the dance itself? maybe he’s her first kiss?
word count: 1880
pairing: peter parker x reader
warnings: some mean names, some bad words.
a/n: so i tweaked it just a LIL bit, hopefully it still works out!! this was so fun to write because its not the usual personality i give Y/N, compared to my other fics. im also sorry to the anon who requested it, i know its been awhile!! but here you darlings go!
“If I have to see one more person put on a giant performance just to ask someone to homecoming–” you complained as you and your friends watched Flash ask some poor girl in an extremely over-the-top manner, “–I’m gonna puke.”
“I think it’s romantic,” Ned said, pulling apart a banana. “In a weird, disgusting way.”
You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to your homework that was due next class. “It’s obnoxious, especially for someone like him.”
Peter laughed into his sandwich. “I don’t know what you expected, [Y/N], the guy’s name is Flash.”
As if he could hear you, your greasy classmate swaggered over with his arm draped over his new date’s shoulders. “You nerds better start getting to asking someone to the dance,” Flash drawled, ruffling Peter’s hair with entirely too much force. “Especially you, Penis Parker. You don’t wanna show up alone, do you?” With a malicious laugh, he steered himself and the girl he was with away.
“God, what a tool,” you muttered. “Seriously, Parker–you need to just pop him one time, right in his smug mouth.”
Peter chuckled, fixing his hair. “He’s not worth it.”
Shrugging, you fixated your glare onto Flash as he was leaving the cafeteria, feeling your hands curl into fists. If Peter won’t stand up to him, you definitely would take that opportunity for him.
“Hey, Flash!” you called, your voice echoing across the room. He turned around, his lip curled in a cruel grin.
“[Y/N], don’t,” Peter hissed.
You shushed him. “I know what I’m doing.” You stood up, palms flat on the table. Both of your friends were looking up at you, terrified of what you would say or do. “Peter already has a date, so quit sticking your prick in his business.”
That was enough to get Flash back to your table. He placed his hands roughly on Peter’s shoulders, and leaned down. “Penis Parker got a date?” He guffawed, loudly. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“That lucky guy,” you said through clenched teeth, feeling your fists twitching–begging to just land one good punch in Flash’s face, “happens to be me. So get your slimy hands off of him–unless you wanna give me a run for my money.”
Flash immediately took his hands off of Peter, and took a large step back. “He–you–he asked you?”
Peter was staring up at you in astonishment, and also confusion.
“Is that a problem?” you asked, warning in your voice.
“It’s–it’s not really my business,” he muttered, before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.
You sat down again, satisfied, flipping the page of your homework. Ned cleared his throat loudly, causing you to raise your eyes to him, who stared at you with huge eyes.
“What the hell was that?” Ned exclaimed, looking between you and Peter, who was still staring at you with his mouth slightly open.
“Look, he can’t keep treating you like this,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m tired of seeing you get treated like this–you don’t deserve it.” After a moment passed, they still didn’t change their expressions. You slammed your notebook closed. “I’ll see you guys in P.E, alright?”
“C’mon, Peter. Just do like, one more,” you coaxed. “Coach Wilson isn’t anywhere near us.”
Peter groaned and did another sit-up. “[Y/N], about earlier today–”
“Don’t mention it.”
“No–I….well, first of all, thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “But….were you serious? About–about going as m-my date?”
You didn’t say anything at first. “Do you want to go?”
Peter sat up all the way to look at you. “Kind of,” he replied sheepishly.
“Okay,” you shrugged. “But you have to ask me.”
“But you just asked me!”
Peter stuttered out some words, a blush rising in his cheeks. You patted his knee, and moved to take his place to do your share of sit ups. As you moved, Peter rolled to his feet and stood up.
“I have a question to ask you,” he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the gym, everyone stopping and staring at him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head vehemently at him, but Peter ignored you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you hissed at him, blushing furiously.
He moved and stood on the first step of the bleachers. “I only asked you in private,” he went on in the same clearly audible voice, “but [Y/N], will you do me the absolute honor of being my date to homecoming?”
Peter’s words hung in the silence, until you realized everyone was waiting for your answer. Looking around, you returned your glare to him and spoke through your teeth, “Yes.”
He returned to sitting beside you on the mat. “There. Was that good enough?”
“Peter Parker,” you growled, trying to keep your thoughts in order and your head on straight. “You–you–”
“I hope that’s a yes.”
“Sweetheart, there’s someone at the door for you!” your mother called down the hall. “I think it’s Peter–are you two going to the dance together?”
You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you wanted to actually look good for Peter–but ever since he embarrassed you in the gym last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. At first, you tried your hardest to push the rising feelings far, far away, but they kept resurfacing every time he looked at you, laughed, every time he ate a damn grape. Was he always this attractive? And smart, and funny?
“[Y/N]?” your mother called again. “Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you shouted back. You tugged at a lock of curled hair, and decided it would have to be good enough. You closed your bedroom door, stuffed your phone and some cash in your clutch, and entered your living room.
Peter stood there talking with your mother. He looked incredibly handsome in a freshly ironed suit, his hair combed to get the curl perfect, flashing his award-winning smile. You gulped, feeling your heart begin to race, and you almost turned around and went right back into the safety of your room.
Your mother noticed you first, who clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy. “You look so pretty, sweetheart.”
You met Peter’s gaze, who was staring at you in wonder. He held a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, with a corsage and pin in the other.
“Wow,” he breathed, before shaking himself and stepping towards you while holding out the flower pin. “I–uh–bought this today. I think you’re supposed to pin this on my suit.”
“Wait, wait!” your mother cried, holding up her camera. “Smile, kids!”
You groaned, but obliged. After pinning the flower to his suit, Peter clasped the corsage to your wrist, his fingertips lingering for a moment that raised goosebumps on your skin.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered to you.
Looking to him, you made a mental note of how close his lips were to yours. You had never once thought of kissing him before, but now….
“Your tie is crooked,” you said bluntly, reaching up and fixing it, mentally kicking yourself. “Sorry–that was rude. You….you look really handsome, Parker.”
He smiled, and you both posed for the countless pictures your mother begged for, your heart racing and palms beginning to sweat at how he held your waist so tightly, the familiar scent of his cologne dabbed onto the hollow in his throat, and the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered relentlessly whenever his brown eyes landed on you.
The music throughout the gym was booming, the bass shaking the entire building. The laser lights danced across the walls, ceiling, and the large mass of dancing students in the middle of the floor. Peter guided you over to the refreshment table, offering you a cup of punch.
“I don’t really know how to dance,” you shouted over the music, accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip.
“I don’t either,” he shouted back. You laughed, and bobbed your head along with the music. It was something that you probably wouldn’t listen to willingly, but you had it admit–it was catchy. Pretty soon you were tapping your feet and swaying side to side with the beat.
“We can both make fools of ourselves out there together,” you spoke in his ear, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the group of dancers. He protested, stammering about really not knowing how to dance, but pretty soon you were surrounded by dancing people. Peter started swaying awkwardly, but after a few more minutes of the catchy beat, you were both getting more and more comfortable and having a good time. With having Peter so close, the good music and flashing lights, you felt like you were floating on a cloud.
“Alright, we’re gonna have a little tune change–time to slow things down a bit,” the DJ drawled into the mic, fiddling with some flips and switches on his spin table. The pop song playing faded into a slow melody mixed with acoustic guitar and a smooth voice cooing about love. The large group of students began to disband, with a few select staying behind to sway romantically along with the song.
You looked to Peter, whose eyes were already on you. He held out his hand, and gestured to the song, pulling you close to him. As if by instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested firmly on your waist.
“I’m having a lot of fun with you,” you said, relieved to not have to yell over the music.
Peter smiled shyly, resting his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. “Me too.”
Once again, you were very aware of how close his lips were to yours. You could just lean in, and….
“[Y/N]?” Peter murmured, breaking into your thoughts.
“Could I–” He cleared his throat nervously. “I mean, I’ve never–”
“Just kiss me, Parker,” you breathed, and he obliged. You were not expecting your first to be with Peter, and you wanted to accuse him of lying about never kissing a girl before because it seemed like he knew what he was doing. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like the sweet punch you had earlier.
You pulled away, head spinning and butterflies flying around in your chest. He looked at you in confusion, his adorable lips still pursed.
“Is–is everything okay?” he asked uneasily.
You smiled and nodded. “Everything is….perfect. I just–I’m still processing all of this.”
He laughed. “Y-yeah–me too.” You both were silent for a moment, before he said, “So the kiss was–it wasn’t too bad, right?”
You playfully punched his arm, but followed it with a kiss to his cheek. “You did great, Parker. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
The two of you spent the rest of the evening stealing kisses, dancing together, and then walking home holding hands, something that you had never thought would ever happen to you. You looked at Peter with fresh eyes now, and you couldn’t deny the growing feelings that now you knew were reciprocated–which held a certain kind of excitement for what the future held for the two of you.