Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

15-The Word Uttered

You had never felt so alive. This was your first proper 'prom' type thing, and it exited you to your very core.

Your dress/suit fitted in all the right places, making you feel damn invincible.

"You look awesome, Y/n!" Ned complimented, and you blushed lightly.

"Thanks Ned! You're rocking the hat with a bow on it! That's amazing!" You gasped, noticing his trusty hat had a bow-tie glue gunned on, making you chuckle at the DIY-ness of it. That's what you admired about Ned, he did what he wanted to do, even if it was the uncool thing to do. Ned stuck to his beliefs, and you found that honourable of him.

"Yeah, yo-you look great, Y/n" Peter, said slightly blushing. You smiled, rubbing your birthmark on your wrist, the only thing you were extremely self conscious about.

"Thanks, Pete. Are you ready? MJ's meeting us there." You smiled, quickly adjusting whatever needed adjustment before stepping out the door with the boys in tow.

Your dad got into the small car that he had brought from England, with you and your friends following.

"What should I expect? 'Cause in England, the Proms are just kids getting drunk" You told them, making them both chuckle.

"A lot of dancing, singing, and acting like you don't see any teachers" Ned said, smiling happily.

"Can't they give you detention?" Peter asked, nervously.

"They're all normally too upset with the fact they're there" Ned said, and you nodded your head.

Your dad made conversation throughout the car drive, only occasionally having to get you to translate a word to him. Peter loved the way you spoke in Russian, he found the dialect beautiful.

Once you arrived and spotted MJ, the four of you walked inside the sweaty, hot dance hall. You had complimented Michelle on her dress, and she had done the same, saying how well the dress/suit fit you. You were so exited and caught up in the moment, not worrying about the Golden Circle or what they had planned-that night was for you and your friends only.

You frankly didn't think anyone could ruin it. It was too perfect for a first formal.

Peter, you, Ned and MJ were dancing together in one weird circle, holding hands and jumping round like you were five. Mr Brightside was playing, so the excuse to jam out was there. You looked to Ned, who knew all the words while jumping around, leaving the words coming out of his mouth very shaky.

Then there was Peter, who was smiling just as much, but didn't know all the words-he only knew the chorus. Nevertheless, he was jumping like a preschooler at their disco.

It was funny how much you couldn't care about the past few days events.

The slow songs came on, and all four of you sat down at a table.
The song that was originally playing came to its end, playing "I hate u, I love u" Instead. You hadn't heard that song in so long that it made you nostalgic.

"Let's dance, guys!" Ned said, before standing back up. You had only just sat down, so you groaned, extending a hand for him to pull you up. MJ got up too,followed by Peter.

"I'll go with Ned, Y/n you dance with Peter; that ok?" MJ said, and you nodded, dragging Peter to the dance floor.

"I've been here 3 weeks, isn't that crazy?" You said, wrapping your hands around his neck, as he put his hands on your hips.

"Yeah-I'd never thought you'd be here with me tonight." Peter replied, only having to slightly tilt his head down at you.

"I'd never thought I'd be doing this with you" You smiled at him, as he looked back.