Can You Please Say Something?

spxdeyimagines:

Heyyy! Here’s another request that I’ve written! I am so sorry that it has taken so long to get up but here it finally is!

Request: hello! can i request a peter parker x reader where the reader cant talk bc they lost their voice or something like that and peter is trying to get them to talk

Word Count: 1104

Warnings: None that I can think of!

You clear your throat, gripping your textbooks tight against your chest. There was a constant itch in the back of your throat, bothering you to no ends. Today was your first day at Midtown High and just to your luck you had lost your voice overnight. It had been the source of your unrest for the two hours after you had woken up and spent at home before school. You had tried to convince your parents to let you stay home but they wouldn’t have it. According to them the first day of attending a new school is one you can’t miss and losing your voice was not a good enough excuse to stay home.

The first class you had was chemistry. You absolutely hated any form of science classes but you didn’t really have much of a choice. Most of the classes were already full so you just took whatever you could. As if chemistry wasn’t hard enough for you, you were far behind the rest of the students in the class. And that probably meant a whole lot of homework and catch up stuff.

You walked into the room, silently congratulating yourself for finding the correct classroom. The students were chattering loudly between themselves and you thanked the heavens that they didn’t notice your presence. Your eyes scanned the class for an empty chair, falling on a seat beside a brunette boy with his head fallen onto his arms. His arms are crossed on the table, his head resting on them. You quickly head to the chair, taking a seat as the teacher walks in.

You groaned silently but it sounded more like a noise that a chicken would make if it were being strangled. The teacher blabbered on about something that you had no idea about, her hands moving animatedly as she gestures at the board. You notice the boy beside you glance at you, his eyebrows furrowing.

He was very cute. His tousled brown hair fell over his forehead, brightening the baby pink of his lips. His chocolate eyes fixate themselves on your empty page before the flicker to you. He wore a Midtown High Science jersey with a pair of jeans, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Are you doing alright?” He blurts, his cheeks tinted pink. You just nod. You really don’t need to sound like an animal in front of someone so attractive.

“Um,” He mumbles, placing his pen down beside his book. “I’ve–uh, I’ve noticed you struggling a lot. Do you need any help? You must be new because I’ve never seen you around here before and there’s probably a lot you need to catch up on. One of the teachers asked if I could make sure you’re doing okay because I–”

He cuts himself off, noticing the playful glint in your eye. You don’t say anything–you just kinda giggle. No noise actually comes out of you though.

“What I’m trying to say is,” He sighs. “I’ve been asked to tutor you if you let me.”

You open your mouth to speak, instantly shutting when you remember the minor pain that speaking currently causes you. All you do is smile and nod, flashing him a thumbs up. The boy just raises an eyebrow.

“My name is Peter, by the way.” He says, picking up a pen and scribbling something onto your empty piece of paper, his hand shaky yet stiff at the same time. “That’s my number. In case you need it, I mean.”

You bite your lip, desperately wanting to speak to him. And you try to say your name and introduce yourself but nothing comes out.

Peter questioningly looks at you, obviously wondering why you won’t speak to him. You bite your lip, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks. You cursed your luck to have lost your voice for today instead of the many days before you started at Midtown.

“Not to be rude or anything but can you please say something?”

With a frustrated sigh, you grab the piece of paper and begin to scribble a note.

Hey, sorry.
I can’t really speak so I’ll just write. My name is Y/N and it’s very kind that you’ve offered to help. It would be awesome if you could tutor me. Here’s my number too….

“Are you mute?” He blurts, “Or did you like, accidentally drink bleach or–”

You shake your head rapidly, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

“Oh my god,” He whines, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

Peter gets cut off once again, this time by your hand being placed onto his shoulder as a soft smile graces your lips. You thought he was so bloody cute and hot and beautiful all at once. You touch the pen to the paper once again.

It’s okay. I’ve just lost my voice. I should be good as new by the end of the week.

The bell rings, signifying the end of class. You release a breath, moving to pack up your things. Peter does the same, shoving his stationary into his backpack.

It was difficult for him not to stare at you. You were completely mind blowing and he couldn’t even fathom how it’s possible for someone to be so damn gorgeous. From the way your eyes glistened under the sun and the way you styled your hair to the worn out converse and the jeans and Star Wars shirt that you wear; everything about you had him almost drooling.

Just as you’re about to walk out the door, Peter stops you. He looks down to his feet than back up to your eyes, his cheeks tinted pink. Peter’s bottom lip sits between his teeth and his fingers shakily hold the straps of his bag over his shoulder.

“Would you, uh, maybe wanna get a coffee or something with me on Friday?” He asks, nervously awaiting an answer. “You’re just–you’re really pretty and I should shut up before I mess up any more chances of you saying yes to going on a date with me.”

You giggle hoarsely, nodding and grinning widely at him. Without thinking you pull him into a hug, your arms automatically wrapping around each other. You both knew that this is how it’s supposed to be between the two of you.

Peter had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of you than he had thought and that made him feel giddy beyond words. Or maybe that’s just his Spidey-Senses. But Either way, he had no idea how close you two would become in the near future and neither did you.