Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

HOME-COMING DANCE - SPIDERMAN/PETER PARKER

Meticulously, May twisted one strand of hair between the middle of two others, letting the thick plait fall down onto your shoulder after three minutes of getting it precisely perfect.

You looked in the bathroom mirror, and in it you saw yourself. But it wasn't exactly you that you were seeing. It felt like someone else, it almost had to be. The counter was covered every inch in make-up, some of brands you had never heard of, some that costed more than your entire wardrobe that week.
She handed you two shades of liquid lipstick, a pink, nudey color that was subtle and a bright, fire-engine red. Your fingers tumbled with the tubes, as if you had never seen anything like them before in your life.

When was the last time, besides tonight, that you had even done a full-face of makeup? Or even put on something other than some cherry lip-balm? As you asked the stranger in the mirror, you knew she couldn't come up with an answer just as you couldn't.

She was wearing a long, flowy dress that shimmered in shades of gold and glittered with miniscule sparkles in the artificial lighting. Every bit of curves she had, the dress clung to them perfectly. The sleeves hung loosely off her shoulders and framed her collarbones, like Princess Belle. She was definitely a beauty.

And though you usually felt more closely related to the beast, there was denying that the girl in the mirror that was staring back at you was you. And you looked absolutely beautiful.

Something came over you as May flicked black mascara in layers on your eyelashes, a feeling other than fear of the tiny wand in her hand. It was an emotion that you couldn't exactly express in words, you had so much you wanted to say, but you couldn't.

"May.." You mumbled, she pulled away from your face and eyed you with her soft gaze. "I'm checking the time, we're running on schedule. We aren't going to be late." She figured that was what was bothering you.

For your first Highschool dance, your lack of female friends had brought you to this point, in Peter's bathroom, with his aunt, who was not only doing your hair and make-up, but also being your one-woman support team.
Making friends with girls was usually alot harder for you, even in the school you went too, femininity seemed somewhat toxic to you. So, without trying, you just got along better with boys.

And by boys, you meant Peter & Ned.

"It's not that, it's just-" You thought you had the words, but still, you didn't.
"He's going to love it. He would love it if you walked out there in blue jeans and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt. Petey's not going to know what to say." She chuckled.

There it was. That was what you were worried about, and she guessed that on her second guess. Underneath the layers of make-up you could feel a blush coming onto your cheeks.

Peter and Ned were your best friends, your favorite people in the entire world- but whenever you looked at Peter Parker you nearly melted. That's why, when he asked you to home-coming, as, and you quoted, "more than a friend thing", a certain type of spiral went into motion.

Yes, the moments in class while you two waited on Ned to get into class, or the way he looked at you from across the lunchtable and laughed at whatever dumb joke you made, those were the moments when you thought to yourself that you might even love him.

"But- Look at me, I look like a princess. I'm not a princess-" You started back, dropping the nude lip. You gripped the red tighter.

"Tonight you are." Aunt May grabbed you by the shoulders and stopped your shaking. Her smiled paired with stern, furrowed eyebrows."You're a princess that can also kick ass." You felt a giggle bubble in your throat.

"Have you made your choice yet?" She asked finally. You looked down at the tube of ruby lipstick in your hand, and in a fit of confidence, you turned your head back up to her and held it up. "Let's do the red."

"My thoughts exactly." She opened the tube and sweet fragrance filled the small bathroom. Once she skillfully applied it to your lips, she stepped back to marvel at the final product.

"Definitely a princess that kicks ass."

She checked her phone for the time, and then cracked open the bathroom door. "Okay, I think Peter's still in his bedroom, so you go into the living room and I'll go get him, okay?" Without time to protest, May was gone and your feet were ushering you toward the den.

In the moments that you were alone, one last wave of insecurity washed over you, and you couldn't tell if you wanted to faint, puke, or run-away, but you weren't given any time to act on any of that. The four footsteps stopped in the hallway and gentle wood-floor creaking tickled your senses.

You caught eyes with Peter. His mouth was agape, and every worry, every concern you had with your appearance was ripped away with the way his brown eyes sparkled in approval. Your cheeks were burning. He didn't have any make-up to hide his fluster.

"Y/N..." He took a stumbling step forward and reluctantly made an anxious glance to the floor, although he desperately didn't want to tear his eyes away from you.

"Hey Peter." You scuffled your feet on the floor, the wedged heel made a scraping noise. It was nearly a squeak. Peter returned from the floor and held out his hand, in it was a bedazzled, hand-crafted rose corsage, in which he shakily put onto your hand.

Aunt May was nearly erupting with giddy excitement as she watched the two of you, but she made a break for her car keys and let the silence fill the room to be broken by one of you.

"I-uh.." Parker scratched the back of his head as if it had answers. "I'm sorry it's just, Y/N, you look-" Was he sweating? Ah damn it, he was.

The two of you's hearts were both pumping, competing to see which one was louder. You were sure that you were winning as you waited for what he was going to say.

"You look beautiful." He grinned. It was the most sincere compliment on your appearance you believed you had ever heard.

Aunt May opened the door and gave Peter a look that told him it was time to go, and with that same look he passed on the message to you, as you three headed out of the apartment.

You noticed Peter's attire, he was in a suit with a golden bow-tie that matched the color scheme of your dress, in his pocket was a red hankercheif. Had May planned that this whole time? Peter opened the door and let you in on the left side of the backseat. You giggled a girlish 'Thank you'.

"That suit looks like something straight out of Tony Stark's closet." You joked. Peter shifted, now on the right side of the back with you. "Kind of like what I imagine a super-hero to wear as leisure wear." You continued.

"A super-hero? You're saying I look like a hero?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, kind of like how I imagine spider-man looks." You laughed, looking out the window. "When he's not dressed up in that red and blue suit and mask and stuff."

For a moment, Peter was silent, and burning up in his suit and his seat.
A banner outside the gym greeted them with the words "Welcome to Home-Coming." You stepped out from the car and found yourself at Peter's arm- with May taking a photo of the two of you in front of the banner.

Photo-bombing in a fedora came Ned Flanders, parting you two by putting his arms around the both of you. You and Peter exchanged a look of understanding, and in that moment you knew that this first dance was going to be an amazing memory.