zb1 mlst

pairing — spiderman!matthew x mj!reader (ex!jiwoong-harry osborn-like)

genre — fluff, developing relationship, light angst

syn — chinese food on the clock tower makes an unconventional but romantic dinner

your eyes are shut tightly against the blustering, chilly wind that whipped against your body and roared in your ears; arms wound around his neck, legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s waist as you both catapult through the air. you felt a sort of sadistic rush that came with being so high up in the air with no real support to keep you from plummeting to your death, although it’s softened by your unshakable trust in the boy that has you suspended above the city.

you both finally hit a solid surface and matthew’s lowering you to your feet, his hands still supporting your wobbly legs. although feeling a little disoriented, you were able to register the giant face and hands of the clock looming above you— you instinctively knew it was the historic manhattan clock tower. you looked down and noticed the blanket laid out and adorned with a single candle stick, a bottle of wine, and several cartons of chinese food from your favorite place.

“i know it's not a fancy dinner in manhattan”, matt said sheepishly, taking off his spider-man mask. “but it’s got culture, a nice view, and the best chinese food.”

you thought back to the time when you dated jiwoong. he’d drive you around in the nicest cars, take you to eat at the most expensive places, and gift you jewelry. it was fun at first and you’d certainly basked in the attention, but to your surprise the novelty had worn off fairly quickly. before long you started to feel more like an ornament than a person, something pretty to be shown off—something to be seen rather than heard.

you distinctly remembered sitting at a luxurious restaurant with white tablecloths, in your best dress with your hair and make up perfectly done. jiwoong seated in front of you, poorly feigning interest and too busy answering a text to even notice that you had stopped talking. you’d never felt more ugly or unlovable in your life than in that moment.

matthew looks at you with an attentiveness that made you feel like the most important person in the world. he couldn’t afford to take you to expensive restaurants or buy you expensive gifts but he took you to places that were off limits to the rest of society. you got to experience the beauty of a sunset from atop one of the highest buildings, or run your fingers across the stone structure of a gargoyle. you were able to sit up there overlooking the crowded city filled with countless people going about their lives without ever once leaving the ground.

“it’s perfect”, you told him, and a look of relief washes over him.

sitting cross-legged with lips covered in sauce, you’ve never felt more beautiful or lovable than you do in that moment across from the most spectacular human being alive.