That shirt tho😱

Yooooo it's ~officially~ autumn so if you guys have any like fall/Halloween requests just send em my way!

Okay, so I guess it was my school's HOCO Saturday? Or at least according to their website so like, here's to it😂

Your fingers trailed the soft fabric of your dress that hung on your door, the baby blue chiffon feeling like Heaven beneath your touch. You stared at it, letting out a soft chuckle. HOCO was going to be a joke. Nobody really went after freshman year, nor did they wear actual dresses (all rumours I've heard). But Peter had jokingly said the two of you should go one day, as you were curled up on the couch doing homework.

After all, this is how it all started. Your freshman year, you had remembered how nervous you'd felt, standing there in your white crop top and jeans, huddled in a group with your closest friends. Every so often, you looked up, locking eyes with Peter, who stood on the opposite side of the gym floor from you. He stood with his friend, who you now know and love to be Ned. It was really Ned who got you two together in the first place, practically shoving Peter over towards you.

"Hey, uh, I wondered if, you maybe, would like to d-dance with me?"

"Not really dancing music," you smiled, hearing Counting Stars blast loudly through the speakers. "But yeah, that'd be fun."

You separated from your group, joining the large clump of teenagers in a halo around the DJ. Just as you opened your mouth, the song changed. Fancy came on, and you laughed, starting to sing along.

You and Peter danced to the song, and you broke down in giggles midway through. His dancing was... horrific. An awkward fist pump here and there, or better yet, the robot. His face flushed bright red, and you pulled the guy that you'd been secretly crushing on for the first few weeks of school in for a hug.

"I'm sorry," you gasped for breath, "I'm being so mean, you really are a great dance y'know."

"I mean, I know my dancing sucked," he huffed and you froze, worried you'd severely upset the boy. "But you don't hafta lie to me too," he chuckled, and you smiled, glad you hadn't hurt him.

Now three years later, you stood in front of your floor length mirror, pulling the dress on over yourself. The zip in the back did up perfectly, and you grinned at your reflection. The dress hugged your waist in an obvious way, a little "diamond" belt going around it, before flowing into a skirt that fell just below your knees, and puffed up into a huge circle when you spun.

You'd gone for the minimalistic look in terms of makeup. Foundation, concealer, a little bit of lipstick, making your lips perfectly coloured, and mascara to top it all off.

Curls of h/c hair danced around your head in ringlets, hanging down to your back, as you ran over to get your white pumps. Wiggling your toes into them, you gave yourself one more chuckle at how silly this whole rigmarole was just for homecoming.

Grabbing your clutch back off the desk, you opened your door, heading downstairs to the kitchen. Peter was already there, a napkin for a bib, eating a bowl of cereal.

You cocked your head to the side in question.

"I was hungry," he shrugged sheepishly, finishing off the bowl. He removed the napkin from the collar of his shirt, and took his tie off the counter, draping it across his neck. Walking over, Peter picked up your hands in his, and tugged you closer.

A smile grew on his face, and he looked you straight in the eye. "Happy Homecoming."

"Mhmm you too," you whispered, pecking his nose.

"Awww I have to get a picture of this!" Your mom gushed, teaching for her phone.

"Wow way to ruin a moment," you said, but turning for a photo op all the same.

"Okay, say cheese!"

"Cheeeeeeseeee," Peter's hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him, and one of your legs was bent in the air behind you. How cliche you must've looked, but you had zero fucks whatsoever.

You peered over your mom's shoulder to look at the pictures, while Peter chatted with your father, doing up his tie in the process.

"Pete we should start going though, if we don't wanna be late."

"And you're sure you don't want me to drive you?" Your dad questioned, eyebrows arched.

"Dad, we've been through this!"

"I'm just saying. If you two are gonna be drinking, or smoking God knows what then at the very least I wanna drive you!"

"Dad it's a school dance! It's gonna be us and a bunch of freshman, 'kay?" You shook your head laughing(lol I know that kids aren't that innocent these days but ok).

"Just remember, no drinking, no drugs," he said sternly, and the two of you nodded.

"Now let's go," you took Peter's hand, and dragged him towards the door. "Bye! Don't wait up!"

"Hey-" your dad started, but you shut the door on his face.

Peter opened the door back up again, "Don't worry she's safe with me."

"You are such a kiss ass Peter!"

"Well I want my future in laws to like me, nothing bad about that, right?" Peter opened the passenger side's door for you.

"Really? You wanna drive?"

"Hey I get to treat you tonight, okay?" He ushered you in, hopping into the driver's seat.

"Well what does that entail?"

"You'll have to see, won't you." Peter replied, laying his free hand on yours. The rest of the short ride

Parking the car in the student lot, you looped your arm in the one he offered, walking up towards the school.

Swarms of little freshman surrounded you, dressed in ripped jeans and bralettes, far less clothing than you'd ever leave the house in.

Peter paid for the two of you at the door, and you walked into the crowded gym, taking a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and your ears to adjust to God's Plan blasting throughout the room.

"Here we are," Peter swept his arm around the room dramatically.

"Let's dance," you told him, leading him into the floor.

Y/N POV

Peter's dancing had- well, I refrain from saying his dancing had improved, but it didn't much matter to me anymore what he looked like.

His arm stayed firm on my waist as we jumped up and down, singing loudly and proudly to the music.

When the song finished, the DJ put something slower on, and the first few notes of Perfect filled my ears.

Peter pulled me slightly aside, before wrapping both arms around my waist. I looped mine around his neck, fingering the little wisps of hair that sat there.

"Darlin you look perfect tonight," Peter hummed along to the melody, as we danced a slow little two step to the beat.

"You're so cheesy Parker," I muttered, looking away from him, trying to hide the tears that'd filled your eyes.

Taking a hand up to wipe them away, Peter noticed and smirked.

"Oh shut up Peter," I whispered, voice cracking.

"You know..." he lowered his voice, "I really do love you."

"Oh yeah?" I questioned, a single tear trickling down my cheek.

"Yeah," he kissed it away gently, looking me straight in the eyes. His chocolate irises swam with emotion, pouring into mine.

"Well I love you too," I decided, and stopped dancing.

Even though we'd said those three words countless times before... there was something special about it this time. On the dance floor, were we'd first met, with the lights low. He kissed me soft and slow, hanging onto my bottom lip for a while longer.

"Okay but I'm actually gonna cry off my makeup," I sniffled, wiping the corners of my eyes precisely. Just as the song finished, Peter let go of me, taking my hand in his, leading is back to the herd of high schoolers.

We stayed for another forty minutes or so, until he sighed.

"Let's get outta here," He shouted to me over the loud words of Bodak Yellow, our bodies pressed close together, in the tightly packed room.

"Yeah," I nodded my head, and we made our way out of the crowded gym.

The brisk September air hit me harshly, and I shivered, covered in only a thin little dress.

"Oh here," Peter hurriedly pulled his suit jacket off, wrapping it over my frame.

"Thanks," I smiled. We walked over to my car, and Peter turned to me.

"Ice cream?"

"Yup," I nodded, twirling around in a circle, showing off my dress.

"Beautiful," he clutched his hand to his heart, in a melodramatic way.

"Oh hush now Peter."

"After you babe," Peter held the door open for me, the little bell jingling cheerfully as we walked in.

"Hey kids," the owner Joe said as we sat down at the counter, hopping onto bar stools.

"Hey Joe," Peter chirped.

"Homecoming?"

"Yeah," I answered, squinting at the menu written above him in chalk.

"The usuals?"

"Yup."

"So how was it?" Joe asked, while he prepared a chocolate milkshake for me, and a double scoop of vanilla and mint chocolate for Peter.

"Y'know... fun," I giggled, facing my boyfriend.

"Oh definitely. I mean, lots of little kids and stuff, but totally worth while." Peter agreed, taking the cone Joe extended towards him.

"Thanks," I mumbled, slurping in my milkshake.

Peter and I talked with Joe for another fifteen minutes, before heading out.

"So what do you wanna do?" Peter asked me, as his arm hugged my waist.

"I dunno. 'S May home?"

"Nah, she's at book club," Peter grinned.

"Well let's head over then."

Ten minutes later we were flopped on the couch, watching Friends reruns. I unzipped my dress which had grown tight after the dessert.

My head was nestled in his neck, and my palm lying flat on his chiseled chest.

"I'm glad we went. I'm... I'm not gonna lie, it brought back a bunch of memories."

"Good ones I hope," Peter laughed, his voice low and raspy.

"Very good ones," I corrected, nudging my cheek further into the crook of his neck, loving the feeling of his warm skin radiating to my body. "You're so warm. I don't get it. How are you so warm? Jacob Black or something."

"Did you just compare me to a Twilight character?"

"Maybe."

"Y/n," he groaned, and I chuckled ruthlessly. I know he hates when I do that. "You know I hate when you do that! But... I don't know. Maybe it's just that you're so cold all the time, eh?" He nudged my shoulder, and I scoffed.

"I am not cold."

"Your fingers are like ice babe."

"No, your fingers are like fire!" I argued, "Why are you so warm?"

"So you don't like it that my body sustains a reasonable temperature, is that it?"

"That's not what I said," I muttered, but he didn't hear me, only shiver me off him, and I rolled onto the floor.

Standing up I scowled, "Peter Parker!" I huffed, jumping onto the couch, grabbing the nearest pillow I could.

I swung, but he easily stopped me, grasping my wrists, firmly, but sure to not hurt me.

"Hey," I pouted, swinging the pillow in my limited range of motion, anxiously aiming for his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he frowned. "Don't try and hit me."

"You pushed me!" I screamed, "I don't think that was very nice!"

"...you're right. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

I pretended to think about it for a second, before nodding. "I guess so."

He let go of my wrists, and I fell onto his chest. Raising my head, I gave him a kiss. "Mhmm. I love you." He whispered in my ear.

"I know," I told him, nestling into his warm body.

That was fluffy.