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Your nerdy, game-obsessed, workaholic boyfriend was the only man you've ever loved this much, and you have made sure to not keep anything from him. You just wished he felt the same. Every time you would try to bring it up, he'd immediately shut it down and change the subject—talking about work, a new game he played, or honestly just anything except what he was hiding from you.

Eventually you gave up on verbalizing your curiosity, instead settling on figuring it out yourself. You felt weird keeping such a close eye on him, always giving him suspicious—but lovingly—lingering gazes. But you concluded that it was just you looking out for him, and that he would tell you eventually when he was ready... right?

"Hey, Spence," you come up from behind him while he was typing away at his computer, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. It was late, and you were ready to get home and be greeted by your comfy bed.

He didn't look up from whatever he was typing, "Hey, babe." You nuzzled your head into his neck, nose diving directly into his hoodie. He smelled of Kickstart and your favorite cologne he wears. He stopped his work momentarily, "Everything okay?"

You shook your head, still face-down into the hood of his grey hoodie. Spencer let out an airy laugh, leaning back into his chair and wrapping his own arms around yours, giving them a soft rub. "What's wrong?" Even though you couldn't see it, you could sense his cheesed smile plastered on his face.

"I'm tired," you dragged out, emphasizing your exhaustion and also silently hinting at the fact that you wanted to leave. You weren't very straightforward, and Spencer had come to recognize the hints you give when you want something without having to say it.

He craned his head in the direction of yours, "Give me like 10 more minutes."

In response, you tightened your arms around his neck slightly, giving him another shake of your head. "Whatever you're doing can wait, Spence."

"Y/n—" He began, but you cut him off, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

"Your work will still be here in the morning, and I'm not taking no for an answer," you were firm, eyes stern while staring into your boyfriend's.

He sighed, "I know, but I have to catch up from earlier—"

"And what exactly were you doing earlier that wasn't here at the office?" You couldn't help but ask, even though you tried your best not to pry. You hated being left in the dark, especially when it was Spencer doing it.

His smile instantly dropped and he hesitated, "I-I told you, I had to pick up some props that I left at the house this morning." You squinted your eyes, immediately detecting the lie that laced every word he spoke. You wanted to call him out on it, but decided to leave it be to not start an argument.

You sighed, "Alright, 10 more minutes." His eyes lit up and his smile returned to his face just as quickly as it left, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before turning back to his work. You held out your pinky finger without a word, waiting for him to catch a glimpse of it. Once he did he interlocked his own pinky with yours, silently promising that after 10 minutes, he would put his work down and pack up for the night. "I love you," you smiled at him, making his eyes meet yours again.

"I love you too."

———

A few days have passed and Spencer still has yet to tell you anything about this secret he's hiding. You thought that eventually he would tell you since you've been pushing a lot, but he never did. You were beginning to get worried.

Was his secret that bad?

You trusted him, knowing that he wasn't doing anything that betrayed your trust. But the thought couldn't help but creep into the back of your mind. Spencer was an incredibly loyal person, and he would never cheat on you, but what could be so important that he couldn't share with you?

With a sigh, you decided to brush it off and quit thinking about it for now, it only made your stress levels rise and you didn't need that right now. Instead, you opted for taking a small break, pushing your chair back from your desk and standing up. Maybe a coffee from your favorite cafe would help ease your nerves?

You debated it for a minute. The cafe was only a few blocks down from the Smosh office, and you'd be back in no time. It was almost lunch time anyway.

You tracked down Courtney before leaving, just to make sure you can slip out and not miss anything. Luckily you didn't have a shoot for another two hours, so everything will be fine if you leave for a few minutes.

After telling them you're leaving, they made you promise to get them a drink as well, which you happily agreed to. They gave you a bright smile and ushered you off with a rushed "be quick!" and "be careful!". You playfully rolled your eyes and nodded, beginning your trek to your car. You tried to flag down Spencer before you left to see if he wanted anything, but you couldn't find him anywhere. Oh well, he must be in a shoot or something.

Once you made it to your car, you quickly—but carefully—drove to the cafe, parking your car across the street in front of it. There wasn't any parking by the building, much to your dismay.

You walked over to the crosswalk after getting out of your car, feet bouncing on the pavement as you anxiously waited for the light to turn red so you could walk. Surprisingly, there weren't many people out at this time of day. It was the weird hour between rush hours and everyone was at work, so there weren't many people out in the streets.

As soon as the crosswalk light illuminated a bright white, you didn't even look both ways before speed walking across the street.

That was stupid.

The next few moments happened so quickly, you don't even remember how it all went down. It went from the few people on the sidewalk screaming at you, a car honking at you, and then you felt yourself being swept up from the ground off your feet and into the air.

"WHAT THE F—"

Then you were set down a couple of blocks over from the cafe. You felt hands settle at your hips, steading your swaying body from just being lifted off the ground. Your eyes were wild as you began to process what just happened and the person in front of you. The first thing you noticed was red and blue and a little bit of black.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat.

"SPIDER-MAN?!!!" Your heart raced while staring at the hero in front of you, his hands still on your hips.

He chuckled, "That's me." Despite not being able to see his eyes, you could tell he was gazing into yours deeply. "Are you okay, miss?"

You blinked at him. "I- What the hell just happened?"

"You almost got ran over by a car. You’re welcome, by the way," he was quick to respond, not missing a beat.

You blinked again, this time realization hitting you like a bus. "Oh-! Y-yeah, thank you for the save. I was in a rush and not paying attention..."

He nodded, "I saw. You should really pay more attention while crossing the street, you could’ve died!"

“I know… I guess when I’m in a rush my brain kinda stops working,” you rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. “Like, all common sense just,” you made a swooping motion with your hands, “out the window.”

The hero sighed, “Just be more cautious next time, please.” You felt his fingers squeeze your hips, making you become aware of them there. With a nervous laugh, you slowly pushed his hands off of you, trying not to offend him in any way.

"I have a boyfriend," you gave him an apologetic smile, which he just lifted his hands up in surrender.

"Shit, sorry! I wasn't thinking," he sputtered, taking a step away from you. An awkward silence fell upon you both, just the ambience of L.A. life in the streets in the background. After a minute, you heard a ding come from your phone in your pocket, making you snap out of the trance you were in.

Pulling your phone out, your screen unlocked and you saw a text pop up from Courtney. Shit! You forgot about the time crunch you were in.

Court: Where are you??

Your heart rate picked up as you typed back an answer, giving them a small lie to not worry them about the events from the past few minutes.

You: In line rn. I'll be there in 10.

You quickly shut off your phone and slipped it into your back pocket before looking back at the confused hero. "Sorry, I gotta run. I promised a friend a drink and I gotta get back to work." You started walking back towards the cafe, not taking your eyes off of Spider-Man. "Thank you again for the save! I'll start paying more attention when crossing the road." A small giggled left your lips as the man began walking towards you.

He tilted his head, "Promise?" You stopped in your tracks and nodded. He held out his pinky to you, waiting patiently for you to loop your own with his.

Without thinking twice about it, you wrapped your pinky around his tightly. "Pinky promise." He gave you a nod, seeming pleased with your promise to him.

And then you were off, this time looking both ways twice before crossing the crosswalk and running into the cafe. Spider-Man watched you the whole way there, not moving from his spot. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at you, the feeling of worry not leaving his stomach. He already kept a good eye on you, but now realizing how ignorant you were when you were in a rush, he was going to watch you like a hawk to ensure your safety. He wasn't going to let anything happen to his girl.

———

Staying true to your word, you were—surprisingly—back at the Smosh office in 10 minutes with no time to spare, your coffee in one hand, and Courtney's drink in the other. The condensation from the melting ice in your coffee was cold to the touch, making your movements just a little bit faster.

After giving Courtney their drink, you sighed and slowed your pace down to a chill walk, letting your heart rate go down and your anxiousness dissipate.

Once you made it back to your desk, you plopped down in your chair dramatically, catching the eye of your boyfriend who was walking towards you.

"You look... frazzled," was all he said. He stopped in front of you with an amused smile on his face and arms crossed.

You blew upwards with your mouth, still slightly out of breath. "I am. I just snuck out and had to hurry back."

He nodded, leaning on the side of your desk next to you. "And you didn't get me anything??"

Your mouth dropped open and your back straightened quickly. "I couldn't find you before I left, or I would've!" Your hand pointed towards him defensively.

Spencer chuckled, leaning down to your level and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm kidding, tiger." You huffed and crossed your arms across your chest, looking up at him.

"Did you have a shoot earlier? Usually you're at your desk this time of day," you asked, no suspicion laced in your voice whatsoever. It was an innocent question, but for some reason it made Spencer stiffen. You noticed it, too.

He cleared his throat and shook his head, knowing that if he lied and said he was in a shoot, you would find out the truth. "I was probably in the bathroom or something."

You squinted your eyes, noticing his shaky voice and the nervousness that graced his cadence. You decided to brush it off and nod your head, silently telling him that you believed his very obvious lie.

You loved your boyfriend more than life itself, but he was a horrible liar.

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed as he took in the unsure look on your face that you didn't realize you were still making. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his, the phrase sounding a little too familiar from what happened on your coffee run. "Yeah!" You replied a little too quickly, "I'm fine."

He gave you a look that spoke words that you unfortunately understood but decided to ignore. He didn't believe you.

"Did something happen when you left?" His voice was filled with concern, as well as his eyes that had gone soft while gazing at you.

Your heart rate picked up and skipped a beat. How did he know that?

Oh, who were you kidding, that man could know everything about you just by looking at you. It was almost as if you were an open book that was only in a language he could understand. Unfortunately for you, it was hard to lie to him—much like himself.

You thought about it for a second. Should you tell him what happened? Or should you give him a taste of his own medicine and leave him in the dark?

If you were being honest with yourself, you also didn't want him to know about what happened because it was embarrassing. You couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you were in too much of a rush that you almost got hit by a car and died.

Yeah, you weren't going to tell him.

You met his eyes again and shook your head, "No, nothing happened. Just a lot of anxiety to get back to work unnoticed." You laughed dryly, hoping he would leave it at that.

His eyes squinted before nodding his head, "Okay. I'm just glad you're back in one piece." He leaned down to hug you, giving you a tight squeeze. Your eyes widened as you reciprocated the hug, thinking about just how accurate his words were. Surely, he didn't know, right?

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer was in his head secretly hoping you would come clean about what happened since he knew about it… Well, he didn't just know about it, he was the one who saved your life. But you didn't know that and it was going to stay that way.

———

A few days had gone by, and your brain couldn't stop thinking about the interaction you had with Spider-Man. Something about him felt so familiar, but you just couldn't put your finger on it.

And Spencer... He was acting weirder than usual. You thought he was acting distant before, but now you barely even get the chance to talk to him.

The worry in your chest kept growing more and more; if you weren't super concerned before, you definitely were now. You’ve noticed that the past few nights he's been getting out of bed and leaving your apartment too. Why? You didn't know because he never brought it up. Honestly, as much as you wanted to know where he was during the odd times of the night, you didn't want to bring it up to start a fight.

You didn't want to fight with him, you hated fighting. But it's getting to the point where you can't handle this anymore. The secrets are getting too much and you feel farther away from Spencer than ever.

As much as you didn't want to, tonight you're going to confront him and hope and pray that he tells you something that's the truth. It seems he's forgotten what truth is here lately.

The day was long but not horrible, and you couldn't stop the pit growing in your stomach that made you feel sick. It was Friday, and Spencer promised that he would make it to date night. The past few he had to cancel, or sometimes he showed up too late, saying that he forgot or he got caught up with work.

Lies, lies, and more lies.

You were sick of it, and tonight was your breaking point.

You got all dolled up, hair, makeup, and one of Spencer's favorite dresses that you wear. Maybe if he saw you, he wouldn't be as distant and would open up. That's what you keep telling yourself, that is.

He texted you after work that he was running a bit behind and that he would meet you at your favorite restaurant. You made sure to remind him before you left work about your date to ensure he wouldn't forget. All he did was give you a smile and held out his pinky. You hesitantly interlocked yours with his.

He's coming, you told yourself as you sat at the table. He made a promise.

You sat at the table for a good 20 minutes, the waiter coming by every so often to refill your drink. You texted Spencer:

You: Hey, I'm here. 8:48pm

You: Are you almost here?? 9:01pm

You waited and waited, yet no response from him whatsoever. Panic arose in your chest as you thought of all the horrible things that could've happened to him.

About 10 more minutes passed before your waiter came back with an apologetic look on her face. "Excuse me, miss?" Your eyes darted to her figure as you played with the rings on your fingers.

"Yes?"

She sighed, "I hate to tell you, but if you're not going to order anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." You felt a knot forming in the back of your throat, embarrassment washing over you.

Your voice wavered as you fought down tears, "O-oh, okay." And then you quickly collected your things and gave her a tip for being so patient with you before storming out of the restaurant with tears still threatening to fall.

Once you made it to your car, you broke down, sobs leaving your lips and your makeup smeared around your eyes.

Spencer stood you up even though he promised he would be there.

It seemed crazy to you that your own boyfriend ghosted you. You wouldn't be as surprised if it was a first date, but you've been dating for a few years and this is Spencer we’re talking about. He would never do this. Boyfriends aren’t supposed to ghost their girlfriends. Period.

After crying for what felt like hours, you calmed down enough to drive home. Once you made it home, you half-expected to see Spencer, but to your disappointment, he was nowhere to be found.

You just rolled your eyes and kicked off your shoes, heading straight to the bathroom to take off your makeup and put on some comfy clothes. Yeah, that's what you needed. Pj's, ice cream, and a movie, that would help cheer you up.

———

About halfway through your second movie, you hear the door unlock and footsteps step inside, the person throwing their keys in the bowl on the table next to the door.

The footsteps were quick to run over to the living room, revealing to you that it was Spencer. You didn't spare him a glance, but you knew he was out of breath and staring at you with that familiar apologetic look he gives you every time he forgets a date.

"Y/n, I—"

"Don't," was all you said, your face blank as you kept your eyes on the TV.

He sighed and set down his backpack on the floor before walking over and sitting next to you on the couch. "I'm so so sorry, baby, I just got caught up—"

Your face contorted into a look of fury, snapping your head in his direction. "Don't you dare say you were caught up at work because you and I both know that's a lie."

Spencer winced at the venom in your voice, and it was then that you noticed a small cut on his cheek. Your eyes softened slightly as you focused on it instead of his eyes. "What happened to your face?" Your voice was gentle, but it was still full of irritation and fury.

He lifted his hand and swiped at his cheek, smearing the blood on his fingers and pulling back to see that he was bleeding. He sighed, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

You scoffed, "Don't worry about it? Spencer, I've been worried sick all night!" He looked down at his lap but stayed silent. "First you ghost me, and then you don't respond to my texts at all, and now you just showed up hours later at midnight with cuts on your face and you're still lying to me! You don't think that doesn't worry me?"

"Y/n—"

"No, let me finish," you interrupted. "A matter of fact, I've been worried for the past few months, Spencer! You lie to me all the time and you're super secretive and won't tell me a thing! I'm just left in the dark as you keep sneaking out and staying out late doing God knows what." You took a breath, preparing you for what you're about to say. "I'm tired of it, Spence. I don't know if I can keep doing this." You felt tears begin to flow down your cheeks.

Spencer stiffened and whispered nervously, "Doing what?"

"This!" You motioned your finger between the both of you. "Us."

He felt his heart drop to his stomach and a knot formed in his throat. "W-what?" His voice wavered, unsteady and full of regret.

You sighed, attempting to wipe the tears away but every time you do, your cheeks get coated with a new layer of salty wetness as they continue to fall. "I'm tired of the lying and worrying and the secrets. I can't do this anymore. I feel so far away from you, it's like we're not even dating."

That felt like a punch to the gut.

Shit, he's messed up bad.

Tears fall down his cheeks as he reached for you hands. "I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

You couldn't look at him, instead opting to stare down at your lap. "What have you been hiding from me, Spence? Please, it's all I want to know." You pleaded with him, all the anger you felt before gone and turned into heartbreak and anguish. You figured that he would come clean if this was going to be the end of your relationship.

Spencer's heart broke at the sight of you and the cracks in your voice as you begged him for answers. Answers that he couldn't give you. He gripped your hands tightly, not enough to hurt you, but tight enough to tell him that you were still there. For now, at least. "I-I can't tell you."

Your head slowly lifted to meet his gaze, your e/c eyes full of sorrow and despair. "Why not?" You whispered, trying to search his eyes for some sort of answer.

He choked out a small sob and stared at you, shaking his head. Your face scrunched up and you got your answer, he wasn't going to tell you. More sobs left your lips as you curled into yourself, hugging your arms tightly around your chest, head hanging low.

You both sat there and cried for a while, not daring to speak to each other. After you calmed down a bit, you finally got up and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind you softly. You couldn't stay here tonight, not with him.

So, you decided to call Angela and tell her what was going on. You two were really close, and she's not unfamiliar with your talks about Spencer and how distant he's been lately. She's been there since the beginning, and even though you hated calling her at this hour, you figured she was the best person to call.

She picked up in only a few rings, her voice still alive and upbeat like normal, telling you that she wasn't asleep. Relief washed over you.

You quietly explained the events from the night, trying hard to fight down the tears again, but they pushed through and flowed down your cheeks anyway. Angela went from her usual happy self to a concerned mother with anger in her voice as she spoke about killing “that dickhead”—her words, not yours. You just gave her a small chuckle, but the happiness fell short quickly.

When you sheepishly asked to come over for the night, she didn't hesitate to say that you were welcome anytime and that she would love if you stayed with her. A small smile lifted your lips, tears beginning to dry but the smile didn't quite meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Ang," you whispered, a relieved sigh leaving your lips.

She smiled, even though you couldn't see it, you could hear it in her voice. “Of course, Y/n, you can come over anytime you want. Just don't let Spencer come near me because I'll kill him.” You laughed softly before you bid your goodbyes.

After hanging up the phone, you opened the door to see Spencer, who held his fist up like he was about to knock on the door. Your face fell and showed annoyance as you pushed past him without a word. You went straight to your room and packed a backpack with clothes and some essentials in silence. Spencer watched you from the door, frown evident on his face and his eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.

"Where are you going?" His voice was unsteady and sounded like he was on the verge of crying again.

You didn't look at him as you zipped up your bag. "Angela's. She said I could crash there tonight." Spencer's eyes widened as you tossed the backpack on over your shoulder, making sure to grab your phone charger before you left.

As much as he wanted to, Spencer didn't say a word, knowing it would only make things worse if he did. He followed you all around the house as you grabbed stuff to take to Angela's. You were in a rush, and you definitely didn't get everything you needed, but you wanted to get out of there as quickly as you could.

Once you thought you had enough, you walked towards the door—Spencer still hot on your heels—and grabbed your keys. When you reached the door, you turned back and looked at him for the first time since you started packing your things. His face was full of regret and you could tell that he was heartbroken. The look on his face made your own heart break, but you knew you needed to get over it. It was his fault that you were leaving, after all.

And so, with a deep breath and tears about to fall from your eyes once again, you turned on your heel and walked out the door, closing it gently behind you. After you left his sight, Spencer let his head hang low and tears fell down his cheeks again.

Idiot, he told himself. This wouldn't have happened if you just told her the truth.

———

After a few days of staying at Angela's and calling out of work, you finally showed up to the Smosh office, feeling a little nervous for the day ahead of you. You knew seeing Spencer was inevitable, and even worse was that no one knew about your fight except for Angela and maybe Shayne if Spencer told him about it.

Angela also had to keep her distance from Spencer, knowing that if she saw him, she would go berserk on him. She loved you so much, and hated to see you in this much pain, so naturally she wanted to kill the source.

Of course, she wouldn't actually kill him, but maybe just a few hits to the face would subdue.

It was lunchtime now, and you decided to go to your favorite cafe—with more caution this time—to get something light to eat.

Like your last time coming here, you parked your car across the street and carefully crossed the crosswalk, making sure to look both ways twice this time. Once you made your way to the cafe, you opened the door and were very relieved to see the line was short. You just barely beat the rush.

After one of the workers called your name, you grabbed your sandwich from them and walked to the back of the cafe to the stairs that led up to the roof. They had a sitting area up there if patrons wanted to eat outside, and since the weather was nice today, you thought you'd take advantage of it.

The crisp L.A. winds brushed through your hair as you opened the door, revealing the empty area. Good, there wasn't anyone there and you could relax in your solitude.

You sat down at one of the tables and ate your sandwich, your phone in one hand as you scrolled through TikTok to keep you entertained. A few minutes later, your sandwich was gone and the wrapper was thrown in the trashcan that was up there, now leaving you with just your phone. You still had about an hour left of your break, and you didn't feel like going back to work yet.

You didn't feel like being near him yet.

Right as you closed out of TikTok and opened Instagram, you saw someone walk up and sit down in front of you in your peripherals. You looked up with your eyebrows furrowed, fully expecting it to be a fan or something.

Your eyes widened as you saw the familiar red and blue costume in front of you with those big white eyes.

"Spider-Man??"

He nodded, "Hey."

You turned off your phone and set it down. "What are you doing here?"

He ignored your question. "I see you made it over here in one piece this time."

A small laugh left your lips and you nodded, "Yeah, I made sure to look both ways twice before crossing this time."

The hero nodded, "Good, good."

There was an awkward silence that fell over you two, much like it had a week prior.

Spider-Man spoke up, dissolving the silence quickly. "Are you okay? You seem... down." His voice was full of concern, sounding a lot like Spencer when he was worried.

You wanted to nod and tell him that everything was fine and nothing was wrong, but you couldn't. The tears that formed in your eyes beat you to it.

You hung your head to attempt to hide your emotions, but the hero noticed immediately. He reached his arm across the small table and put his hand on your arm in comfort. "What happened?"

You shook your head and wiped your eyes, "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if you're crying."

He was right, it definitely was not nothing.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you lifted your head to look at him. "I can't believe I'm telling a stranger this, but my boyfriend has been keeping secrets from me and ghosted me a few nights ago."

Spider-Man's heart sunk. "Oh shit."

"Yeah..." You nodded your head and looked down at your hands. "I don't understand what could be so bad that he couldn't just tell me, you know? I mean, we've been dating for almost four years now, you would think keeping secrets would be like a sin at this point." The hero only nodded his head, not saying anything and letting you speak your mind.

"It hurts," you let out a small sob after trying to keep it in. "It hurts so bad that he couldn't be honest with me. It hurts that he doesn't trust me enough to tell me what he's hiding. It hurts so so bad because I feel like he doesn't love me anymore." You hid your face in your hands as you cried, feeling embarrassed that you just revealed something like this to someone you barely knew.

He sniffed, sounding like he was crying too. "He still loves you."

Your head lifted up and revealed your puffy eyes and the heartbroken look on your face. "H-how do you know that?" Your voice sounded so broken and pitiful, it made the hero want to reveal himself to you right then and there. But he couldn't, not here anyway.

Spider-Man sighed, "Because I just do, okay? I'm sure he feels like absolute shit for making you feel this way and an even bigger asshole for not noticing that you were hurting."

You just looked at him, tears still running down your cheeks. "What did I do wrong?"

The hero got up out of his seat without a word and moved to your side, pulling you out of your own seat before engulfing you in a tight hug. It was warm and felt a little too familiar. Maybe it was because he's held you before when he saved you. Yeah, that seemed logical. But you couldn't help but recognize the hug, it reminded you too much of your boyfriend. He kind of even smelled like him. You figured it was just your imagination because you were thinking about him.

Spider-Man rubbed your back soothingly, "You did nothing wrong at all, okay? It's his fault from keeping things from you and in no way did you do anything wrong."

You nodded at his words, your tears soaking through his red and blue suit and creating a dark spot where your head was. You pulled away from the hug and wiped your eyes again, this time your cheeks were dry. Good, you stopped crying. A short silence filled the air once again, but this time it wasn't awkward, it was comfortable.

Until your phone alarm blared loudly, snapping you out of your trance and alerting you that you needed to head back to work.

"I guess you gotta head back, huh?" He asked, head tilted to the side.

You gave him an apologetic smile, "Yeah, I don't wanna be late." You grabbed your phone and turned off the alarm before looking back over to the hero. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For listening. And the hug."

He smiled brightly at you, and even though you couldn't see his facial expressions, you knew he was. "Your welcome, Y/n."

Wait a minute...

Before you could say anything, he jumped off the roof and swung away. You stood there in shock, not being able to fully process what had just happened.

How did he know your name?

———

Later after you got back to work, still in shock from your interaction with Spider-Man once again, you sat at your desk and typed up an email.

You came to the conclusion that maybe he was a fan and watched Smosh, that would be the only logical explanation. Unless it was someone you knew... Or better yet, maybe it was someone in the office.

Unlikely. You think you would've figured it out by now if it was someone here. Right?

Stuck in your thoughts, you didn't see someone walk up to your desk with something in their hands. The person cleared their throat, now gaining your attention. Your eyes widened at who it was, surprised to see him.

"Spencer?"

"Hey." Was all he said as he fumbled with his hands and messed with the thing he was holding. God, this was so awkward.

You tucked your hair behind your ears, "Umm, do you need something?"

"Oh, yeah! Uh, sorry," he stammered, looking down at his hands and outstretched them towards you. He was holding a small f/c case that held your glasses. You thought you brought them to Angela's with you, but when you realized you forgot them at your place, you decided you could go without them because you didn't want to face Spencer. But here he was, in front of you with your glasses in his hands. "You forgot your glasses at home, so I brought them here to give them to you but you haven't been here and—" he stopped himself; he was stammering. He just handed you the glasses case without another word. Once they were in your hands, he took that as his queue to leave. "Uhh, your welcome, by the way." And then he was off, leaving you with a confused expression before everything clicked.

You remembered Spider-Man telling you that exact same thing when he saved you a week ago.

Then you remembered the interaction with Spencer after you got back from your run-in with the hero.

And then the pinky promise with Spider-Man, something that you only did with Spencer.

And the hug…

These weren't just reminders of Spencer, they were Spencer.

It all made sense now. The secrets, the being out late, the sneaking, the random injuries he would come home with...

Spencer was Spider-Man. That was his secret. That's what he was hiding from you.

Even though it made sense now, it still hurt that he didn't trust you enough to tell you.

You were going to confront him tonight. And you were going to get answers once and for all.

———

That night, you stayed later than you needed to at the office, telling Angela that you would be home late and to not worry about you. She was suspicious but didn't argue, just saying to text her when you were on your way home.

The office was empty, it was literally just you and Spencer there now. You're pretty sure he didn’t know you're there, but who knows, maybe he did because he had spider-like abilities.

You used this extra time to type up some bit ideas and other things for work, trying to make use of staying late.

After another hour, you finally heard Spencer sigh and collect his things, so you did the same thing. He was moving quickly, making your movements pick up speed to catch him before he left. You weren't going to let him out of your grasp. You were getting the answers you deserved whether he liked it or not.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you hastily gathered the rest of your things just as Spencer passed by your desk. He stopped in his tracks, head snapping in your direction with a fake look of shock on his face. "Y/n? What are you still doing here?"

You shrugged, "Getting caught up on work." You both knew it was a lie, and it stung Spencer. He was getting a taste of his own medicine.

"Okay..." And then he awkwardly walked away towards the front door, but not without you hot on his heels. The switch-up was ironic, reminding him of the night you left and he was following you just like how you were following closely behind him.

He reached the door and walked out, but still made sure to leave it open so you could slip through after him. Once you're out the door, he let go of it and it slams behind you. You jumped a little, looking back at the door for a split second, only for Spencer to start speeding off towards his car while you're distracted.

When you looked back in his direction, he was almost to the parking lot but was still on the sidewalk close to the building. Luckily he wasn't too far.

You ran after him, "Spencer!" He slowed and stopped completely, but kept his head straight and didn't turn around to face you. "Wait up." You panted a little after reaching him, putting your hand on his shoulder and forcing him to face you.

Panic arose in his body, and his eyes told you that. His pupils were wide and his eyebrows were raised slightly, a face you only saw when Spencer Agnew was panicked.

"Y-yeah?"

You took a deep breath as you thought about how you should go about this. Spencer looked at you with expectant eyes, waiting for you to speak.

"I know," you started, "I know what you've been hiding from me."

Spencer's eyes widened, "W-what?"

You sighed and put down your backpack and the things you were holding. You were going to be here for a little while.

"I know you're Spider-Man."

Spencer's stomach dropped and his face went pale. You could see in his expression that your theory was correct without him having to say anything at all.

"I'm not... Spider-Man," he shook his head, not meeting your eyes. His heart was beating a million beats a minute.

You took a step closer to him, but he immediately took one back. Eyes squinted and arms crossed, you skimmed your eyes over his body language. His posture that was once slouched was now straight as a board, and his hands fumbled with his keys nervously.

"Would you quit it with the lies? I know your secret now, you don't have to hide it from me anymore!" Your voice was stern, and even though you tried to stay calm, your frustration got the best of you. Spencer just stared at you and stood there like he just saw a ghost. "Please say something."

He sighed and set his stuff down as well. He made sure to keep some distance between the two of you. You both stood there for a few minutes, a heavy tension in the air.

"Spencer, please," You pleaded, "I know the truth now, but I still need to hear it from you... Please just say something."

He looked down at his feet, "I'm sorry." Was all he said. You stayed silent, urging him to continue. He looked up at you and met your gaze, eyes full of regret and a little bit of tears. "I never should've hid it from you."

There was your confirmation.

Spencer was, in fact, Spider-Man.

"I just wanted to keep you safe."

"Keep me safe? You wanted to keep me safe by driving me away?" You frowned, voice a little aggravated.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "No." His voice was soft and quiet, almost a whisper.

You stepped forward, reaching your hands out and grasping his in your own.

"And I'm so sorry for making you worry and hurt and think that I don't love you anymore," his voice began to tremble. "I still love you... so so much. More than you will ever know... I just thought that if you knew, someone bad would use you against me and put you in danger. I don't know how I could live without you. I can't."

Tears slipped down your cheeks. "I can't live without you either. That's why I've been so worried about you." You sniffed, taking another step closer to Spencer and cupping your hands on his cheeks. You wiped his tears with your thumbs and made him look at you.

He looks into your eyes, "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm Spider-Man."

You let out a giggle, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. "I know."

Spencer shook his head, "I should've told you months ago, but I... just couldn't. You know why." You looked down and nodded your head. "And it's not because I don't trust you, I trust you with my life." You looked back up at him. "I didn't want to put you in danger."

You nodded your head.

"But now that you know, I won't keep anything from you anymore. It killed me to see you hurting and I hate that I caused that. You deserve the world, and I promise to never keep secrets like this from you ever again," Spencer spoke with full truth in his voice. It was refreshing to hear.

You raised an eyebrow, "That's a big promise."

He smiled at you and gripped your waist. "I know, and I plan to keep it."

Smiles formed on both of your faces. You removed your hand from Spencer's face and held it out, pinky up. He chuckled and held his own up, curling it around yours as you both held it tightly.

A minute went by and your dropped your hands to your sides, but your fingers were still attached. The thick tension in the air turned into comfort, and silence overcame you both once again.

Both of you stared into each others eyes, faces moving closer together slowly. Eventually, Spencer had enough and shot a web out of his free hand, pulling you flush against his body rapidly. A squeal left your lips, but Spencer's were quick to shut you up, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. It was filled with unspoken feelings and love and passion.

He was glad to have you back.

And as your kissing continued, you made a mental note to text Angela that you won't be coming back to her place tonight. You were coming home. To Spencer. To your Spider-boy.

———

A few days later, you now had all your stuff back at home from Angela's, even though she was a little sad that you were leaving. You laughed as she gave you a tight hug, reminding her that she would see you the next day at work and she can visit you anytime she wanted.

It was late as you walked up to your front door, your backpack slung over your shoulder and your house keys in-hand. It was a quiet night and the only light that lit up the area was the street light, making your vision impaired just a little. The porch light flickered and wasn't very bright so it didn't help with your vision too much, it just helped you see when you got closer to it.

As you neared the front door, something fell from the sky in front of you, stopping you in your tracks as you screamed. A hand quickly flew to your mouth and shut you up.

You removed the hand, "Spencer, what the hell?!" You saw his face and the smirk that was plastered all over it faintly in the light. He was hanging upside down from his web that connected to the roof. He's at the perfect height, his face sitting right in front of your own.

He cackled, "Sorry, babe! You should've seen your face!" He contorted his face into an exaggerated horrified expression, his free hand slapped against his cheek.

You rolled your eyes, "You're such a dork, Spider-boy."

Spencer moved his hand and grinned at you, "But you love it, tiger."

"Yes I do," you beamed, looking at him like he was the only person in the world and you would do absolutely anything for him. The look of love.

He lifted his free hand and cupped your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. He softly pressed his lips to yours, but you deepened it by grabbing his face with both of your hands, fingers dipping into his curls.

You stood there for a few minutes, lips moving together in sync. Minds distracted, you and Spencer don't notice the two cop cars zooming past your house. Sirens blared loudly and the moment was sadly ruined. You separated from the kiss and glanced at your boyfriend half-lidded.

He groaned, "Duty calls."

A giggle left your lips, "Go get 'em, Spider-boy." Spencer smiled at you with a sparkle in his eyes. He was so glad you knew his secret now. His once difficult and lonely job became much easier, and he was happy to have you as his personal cheerleader.

Spencer pecked your lips and jumped down from his upside down position. His hands moved at a fast pace as he grabbed his mask from what seemed like his ass—you didn't know where the hell he stored that thing.

Walking backwards towards the road, your boyfriend had his mask bunched up at his forehead and stopped. His eyes never left yours. "I'll be back soon. I love you."

For the millionth time this week, you grinned at him with hearts in your eyes. "I love you too." And then he was off, mask pulled down over his face as he swung away from your house and into the city.

Even though the last few weeks had been rough with your relationship, you’re more than happy that everything worked out. You don't know what you would do without your nerdy Spider-boy, and neither did he.

Not gonna lie, you hated the fact that he risked his life almost every single day saving the city. But you knew deep down that Spencer could take care of himself, I mean, he did for months before you found out about his identity anyway.

That didn't stop you from supporting him though.

After you and Spencer restored your relationship, the people of Los Angeles noticed a difference in the hero. He fought with more passion and worked harder to keep everyone safe. He was a changed man. A better man.

That's your Spencer, a good man and an incredible hero.

And a nerd. Mainly a nerd.

But he was your nerd.