Request: “Can you do one where the reader is a tomboy and she can controls electricity and she is dating Peter. And one day she was dared or there was a dance making her wear a dress or skirt. This made all the boys to stare at her making Peter jealous at the same time”
Warnings: None
You adjusted your dress for like the hundredth time, Jean poking you from behind.
“Stop it, you look fine,” she said, putting the finishing touches on your hair.
“I know, but I hate dresses. I have no idea why Xavier had to come up with the idea for a dance,” you muttered.
“You look great in dresses. I know it’s not your normal, but isn’t it a nice change?” Jean asked, gathering up her makeup.
“I guess. I don’t feel very comfortable in them, either,” you admitted. You winced when the lights flickered a bit, a sign of your nervousness. You normally had your mutant ability under control, except when you got flustered or anxious.
“Relax. Peter will love it.” Jean patted you on the shoulder, motioning towards the door. “Now are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you resigned, getting yo and adjusting your dress one more time before following Jean. The two of you were going to meet Peter and Scott at the doors for the dance.
You walked carefully down the stairs on your shoes, catching sight of Peter and Scott standing next to each other. You could only imagine how uncomfortable your boyfriend Peter felt in his suit.
You walked into his view nervously, fidgeting with your hair. Peter’s eyes widened when he saw you, his mouth falling open.
“Y/N, you look…” He tried to speak, failing miserably. You blushed, fluffing out the skirt a bit. “I don’t normally wear dresses,” you said nervously. Peter shook his head, extending his hand to you.
“No, you look beautiful,” he said, pulling you next to him and into the dance. When you entered the room, you could feel everyone’s eyes turn towards you, especially the boys. You felt Peter’s arm snaking around your waist, drawing you into him. He glared at some of the boys, you laughing softly when he turned you to face him, his hands moving to rest on your waist.
“What are you laughing for?” He asked sharply.
“The look on your face. It’s almost as if you’re jealous,” you smiled, tipping your head to the side. Peter sighed, tightening his hands on your back.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t like the way they stare at you,” he whispered.
“Well, it is a miracle that I am even wearing a dress. I’d be surprised too, if I were them,” you joked. Peter laughed, kissing you softly on your forehead. “Never change,” he murmured.
“I don’t think I will,” you answered, sighing. “I can’t wait to get back into pants and a shirt.”
Toad's Cave 