PETER PARKER IMAGINES

► first date [ x reader ]

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Peter finally had the guts to ask you to casually hangout (Ned knows it's a date, but he denies it) with him on Friday after school. After your movie plans are cancelled, a walk through the park and ice cream seems to make it all better. o̶h̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶.

      "This was a terrible idea." Peter mumbled as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He fiddled with the edge of his navy sweater before pulling it off over his head and tossing it to the side. "Is it too late to cancel?"

Ned looked up from his Android phone and up at his, now shirtless, best friend. "Do you really wanna do that? I mean, it already took you so long to just ask (Y/N) on a date——"

"Not a date, Ned!" Peter rushed nervously. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's like, a casual.. hangout?"

"You can tell me as many times as you want, dude. I'm not going to believe you." Ned rolled his eyes. "Besides, everybody knows you really like her. Why not just say it's a date? That's what it is, anyway."

"Whatever, whatever——I just can't decide what to wear. Everything I put on looks so.. Dorky." Peter sighed and then looked back at his reflection. He tousled his brown hair before fixing it again. "I'm so stressed right now. What time is it?"

"Just put your sweater back on, dude. And it's.." Ned glanced at his phone again. "Time for you to go pick up your date. Like, if you wanna not be late and stuff."

"Crap," He muttered. Peter grabbed his discarded sweater and put it on as fast as he could, ruining his hair. He swiped his phone off of his desk while trying to slip his beaten up Converse on at the same time. "I guess I'll be back later. Will you still be here?" He started walking out of the bedroom.

"May's making dinner tonight?" Ned called.

"Yeah!" Peter answered as he was going out the door.

"Definitely going home." Ned answered.

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Peter walked up the steps of your apartment building and couldn't help but rehearse his lines under his breath. "Oh, hey, (Y/N)." He said, imitating a flirtatious tone. "You look amazing." He brushed his hands along the front of his sweater. "This? Thanks, my Aunt got it for me for Christmas."

He thought that practicing would make him less nervous——obviously he was wrong, because he started to have second thoughts again as his finger hovered over the button next to your last name. How could he think he could possibly do this? Taking the girl of his dreams on a date? What an idiot.

Press the button, His mind told him. Just press the freaking button.

Did he really want to? Okay, yeah, he did. But was he ready? What was he going to say?

His phone began vibrating in his pocket with his stupid ringtone. He pulled it out and your name was across the screen, along with one of your selfies he may-or-may-not-have screenshotted off of your Instagram.

He answered quickly and brought it to his ear. "H-hey (Y/N)!" His voice cracked and he cursed mentally.

"Hey Peter," Your voice flowed from the speaker smoothly, causing his stomach to do backflips. "Sorry, I'm not trying to rush you or anything, but are you on your way? I wanted to catch the five fifteen show since, yknow, curfew."