Summary: How about a fic where you’re super popular and Peter has a massive crush on you but never pursues you because you’re popular and gorgeous but you see him every night as his nurse as Spidey and he tells you he likes you (as Spidey) only for you to be like I have to know who you are to date you. So he goes to you the next day at school and you’re like hi Peter and he wants to tell you but can’t so you’re about to leave and he just webs you over and that’s how you know and he just days, “Date me?”
Warnings: brief mention of feeling nauseous
Word count: 964
“You’ve really gotta stop fighting lawn mowers, Spidey.”
He gives a small chuckle beneath his mask as you finish up, tossing cotton balls into the nearby trash can.
Looking back up into his mechanical eyes, you can’t help but worry. You don’t even know the person behind the mask, or anything about them, but somehow, you care.
“I’m serious. You must have people who care about you a lot, and it’d suck if you just died on them.” you say, eyes trailing back to meet Spider-Mans’.
Silence fills the room. Both of you are still.
Then you break it.
Peter’s heart clenches in his chest before tossing itself against his ribcage. Your words echo in his head for a few seconds before he scoots toward the edge of your bed, grunting in pain before he grabs your hands with his gloved ones.
Your heart begins to race.
“Since the first day I came to your window – covered in bruises, I have…” he pauses before continuing. “felt for you. In a way I don’t think words can express. Even before that night, I saw you in my normal life-”
“Wait, do I know you?” you question, suddenly feeling queasy. Oh god, was he a creepy stalker?
Seeing the worry in your voice he gives a small laugh before wincing, his bruised ribs protesting. “Yes, you do. And I’m not sure if you’d ever think of saying yes to me without this suit, so…will you go out with me?”
Your eyebrows furrow as your grip on his hands loosen. “I’m sorry but, I’d rather know who’s asking me to date them,” feeling his hands leave yours, you cup his masked face with one hand. “but I’m sure you’re a hell of a guy. Putting other people’s lives over yours…”
Of course she’d reject you, Peter. Even as Queen’s personal superhero. Peter thought bitterly.
You feel your heart sink when he doesn’t answer. By his body language, you can tell he’s thinking deeply. Just before you can apologize, he’s hobbling across your room to the window.
But it’s too late. The humming of cars peeling by and blinking streetlights is all that answers where Spider-Man once stood. A cold breeze comes in through your window and you shiver before closing it, feeling somewhat guilty.
After pulling the curtains over the window, you sit in bed, in the dark, pondering. You couldn’t pinpoint the spiderling’s voice to anybody you knew, but of course, he’d want to keep his identity hidden; no wonder he had such a deep voice that was filled to the brim with the thickest New York accent you had ever heard.
Before sleep could take you over, you couldn’t help but think of your crush. Closing your eyes, you smiled as the image of him filled your brain.
The whole day of school goes by in a blur, making you beyond exhausted. That is, until your crush (who you’ve hardly talked to) approaches you.
Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your butt as your heart races.
Oh god what if I look hideous right now?! What if I can’t speak? What if I forget how to breathe? Does my breath smell?
Exhaling slowly, you try acting as if you don’t notice him coming your way, rearranging your locker. Once he stops beside you, you glance over and smile, as if you just noticed him.
Your voice comes out so relaxed that it surprises you.
“Oh hey, Peter.”
He presses his lips together in a nervous smile. “I uh,” he clears his throat, looking away before meeting your eyes again. His cheeks begin to flush lightly.
You slowly close your locker before facing him again, seeing his face is scorching and eyes are locked on the floor.
His mouth opens, but before he could say anything, a voice calls you from down the empty hall. Turning around, you see your friend peeking her head in through the school doors.
She spots Peter and smugly smiles before saying, “Nevermind. Take your time.”
Your cheeks then burn as she disappears back outside. With a sigh you look back at Peter. “I really don’t want to rush you but my mom’s going to kill me if I’m not home in twenty minutes.”
“O-oh,” Peter stammers, hand scratching at the back of his neck. “I won’t keep you waiting then.”
With a forced smile, you don’t let your disappointment show before you turn around. Peter feels a breath catch in his throat. No. He can’t let you go. Not again.
With a small thwip Peter launches a small amount of webbing before tugging you back, catching you before you can collide with his chest.
“W-wha?” you glance down at the webbing, seeing it lead to Peter’s wrist before looking at his face. “Y-you’re…?”
You being so close to him never felt so right. His hands gently held your hips. A new wave of courage takes him over. “Date me?”
Without hesitation, you do the one thing you’ve daydreamed since middle school. His lips are softer and warmer than you ever imagined. His grip loosens as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body against his.
Lingering for a few seconds, you stroke the hairs at the nape of his neck before pulling away with a smile. “I’d be honored to,” you lean in with a smirk. “Hey um, Peter? How do you take this off?” you ask, pulling at the webbing before turning around. “Peter?”
The hallways were empty.
Instead of feeling frustration, you shake your head in disbelief with a smile.
“I just kissed Spider-Man…”