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WAY BACK HOME ┆ A SIM JAEYUN ONESHOT

BREAKING NEWS! the friendly neighbourhood superhero spider-man has been caught trying to swing into a girl’s heart — but why is he failing miserably?! is this the spider-man we all know and love? or has our hero lost his spark?

or in which sim jaeyun asks you, his best friend out, forgetting that he was still in his spider-man suit.

GENRE! best friends to lovers, mutual pining, extremely groundbreaking embarrassing pick up lines, my missed hit at being a comdeian, jaeyun being jaeyun ( ie a hot loser ),

CAUTION! idiots in love, two timing ( but they’re the same person ), kissing, love, mentions of weapons and fighting crime, bad pickup lines, embarrassment for sim jaeyun, both reader and jaeyun are nineteen in this fic

WORDCOUNT! 5100

MIKAELA’S! hey everyone, this is the first ever oneshot i’m posting on my shiny new blog! please feel free to leave feedback through reblogs or asks! hope you enjoy jake embarrassing the soul out of himself🫶 i love sim jaeyun so much ( too much it’s embarrassing tbh ) this is the last of my old drafts, sorry for the spam!

playlist ⟡ way back home — shaun ⟡ forever only — jaehyun ⟡ pov — ariana grande ⟡ daylight — taylor swift

i. with great power comes a platter of hot embarrassment

“With great power comes great responsibility,” is what Spider-Man once said in an interview with The Daily Times, the most widely read newspaper company in all of Seoul.

It’s so out of character of Sim Jaeyun that he himself wonders what exactly went through his mind at that given time to blurt out such a philosophical quote — especially when he was having the bad urge to take a piss at that very moment.

But whatever it was: he needs it to return now, because he’s standing in front of you, his best friend, and he thinks that now's the chance; to finally ask you out after saving you.

Unfortunately Sim Jaeyun is out of luck, like he always is with you, because nothing but five utterly embarrassing words come out of his mouth.

“You tingle my spidey senses.”

You choke back a laugh as you stare at the masked superhero, amused at his sudden pick-me-up. “Are you rizzing me up, mister friendly neighbourhood hero?”

It seems like too much thinking has altered the already broken thought process in Sim Jaeyun’s brain, because it is only now that he registers that he’s still in his Spider-Man suit, and you don’t have a single clue that he’s Spider-Man.

“Uh, I mean-” but he’s cut off by the roaring cheer of the gathered public, who have their phones out and recording.

“Don’t back down, Spider-Man,” a citizen calls out, and Jaeyun thinks it’s far too late to back out now, because not only will it crush his ego, you might think Spider-Man isn’t as cool as he seemed to be.

“Would you let me swing into your heart- I mean, could we” he pauses, “could we hang out sometime?”

You smile, and it makes Jaeyun frown slightly under his mask, because he knows that smile — it’s the polite one, the one you use in a slightly uncomfortable situation, as if you didn’t want to embarrass the popular superhero standing in front of you at the moment.

“Sure,” you grin, pearly whites on display, “could I bring my best friend Jaeyun though? He’s a big fan.” It’s him, he thinks, he’s the Jaeyun you’re talking about. And his heart skips a beat at your thoughtful action.

“Okay! Tomorrow, here, five in the evening,” he says in excitement without a second thought. You’ve just agreed to go out on a date with him, and he’s too drunk in love to think about how he’s going to meet you as Spider-Man without telling you his identity.

He shoots a web up and swings after shouting an elated “see you, yn,” in the air. All too caught up in you to realise the three critical mistakes he’d made.

ONE. He never asked for your name as Spider-Man

TWO. There’s no way he could ever go on a date with his suit on in public

THREE. How in the fucking world is he going to a date with you as both Spider-Man and Sim Jaeyun?

Sim Jaeyun spends the whole night twisting and turning in his bed, mind in a flurry as he tries to think of the smartest way to solve these problems.

And it doesn’t help him when his phone pings with a new message from you.

Guess who just bagged us a hang out with Spider-Man tomorrow!

Don’t wear that Spider-Man suit or I swear to god I will not bring you to see him.

He sighs as he presses hard on the power button of his phone, staring blanking at the black screen. Fuck power or responsibility, he thinks, all he wants is his best friend’s heart, is that too much to ask for?

ii. man up, spidey-boy!

“BREAKING NEWS! Spider-Man spotted trying to swing into a girl’s — who supposedly goes by the name yn, heart. And after failing miserably at the first try, he succeeded on the second. Spidey may be a hero who saves lives, but it seems like he might have to take up what youngster’s call ‘rizz’ classes.”

The wide billboard screen casts a video taken by a bystander as the announcer's voice blared into the main junction of the city.

Jaeyun groans as he hangs his head low, adjusting the baseball cap perched on top of his head to cover his face. Not like anyone knew he was Spider-Man, no, but it was just far too embarrassing for him.

He hears you before he sees you, your voice is illegally sweet as it causes a smile to appear on his face amidst all of the stress. “Jaeyun!” You call, “you’re unusually late,” and Jaeyun groans, blaming it on the lack of sleep he had gotten last night, “Spider-Man isn’t here yet.”

Right, Spider-Man. Jaeyun still hasn’t found a solution to that.

His suit is tucked safely in the bottom of his bag, just in case. But for now, Jaeyun thinks it’s a better decision to disappoint you as Spider-Man instead of as your best friend. Besides, he hasn’t missed a single hang out session with you, and he isn’t ever planning to.

“Do you think he’s actually going to come?” You ask, head tilting in question and eyes soft, and Jaeyun wonders if he actually underestimated how much you liked Spider-Man, misunderstood that seemingly polite smile you gave him yesterday — should he have came as Spider-Man instead?

“Uhm,” he pauses, hesitant to squash your expectations, “how about we go first? I’m sure Spider-Man will swing by, it seems like he likes you a lot.” And even though he was talking about himself, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy bubbling in him at the thought of another boy liking you.

“Right,” you say, giving him a smile that makes his heart melt, “I guess it’s just us, like it always is.” Your fingers wrap around his, “I like it like this.” You mutter softly, yet in the buzz of the city square, Jaeyun catches the whisper of your voice, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Plus, if I ever need, you can be my Spider-Man — whip out that fake suit of yours. You have his physique anyway, and your pick up lines are just as idiotic as his. Maybe even more idiotic.”

Jaeyun lets out a loud laugh, one that’s of melodious dreams, and it causes a few pedestrians to stare but he doesn’t care, not when you’re next to him, asking him to be your very own Spider-Man. And he agrees immediately, all too ready to put on the ‘fake’ red and blue suit just for you.

He’s a little amused that you still believe that he’s a hardcore fan of Spider-Man, because the only time you’ve caught him wearing that very suit was two years ago, when you coincidentally entered his room to see him in a Spider-Man suit without a mask.

And he still remembers your accusations of him being a fanboy, asking him if dressing up as his idol was what he did in his free time. Jaeyun was way too flustered to even explain himself, and letting you know that he was the real Spider-Man never even crossed his mind as he bashfully nodded to your words.

But it wasn’t like you ever laughed at him about it, though you did tease him. You would still buy him different types of Spider-Man merchandise, ranging from Spider-Man socks to a custom Spider-Man mug with the words ‘Spider-Man loves Jaeyun’ in bold red.

With every gift given, came an opportunity to reveal his identity. Yet Sim Jaeyun never seizes it, he refuses to, because he finds it so endearing — the way you have the proudest smile on your face as you give him merchandise of himself that he has never seen before, the way you send him a picture of every single Spider-Man related thing you see on the streets.

“Right,” he nods as he gazes adoringly at you, “forget the real Spider-Man, I’ll swing into your heart.” And the giggle you let out once again makes his knees weak — he thinks the smile plastered on your face is much more genuine than the one he saw yesterday.

And he wants to kiss you so bad, tell you exactly how much he likes you, loves you. This familiar feeling that has settled comfortably at the bottom of his heart and back of his mind for the past four years, has only grown and never dwindled. It was times like this, where he didn’t feel the burden of having to be alert about ongoing crime.

Only with you can he feel like Sim Jaeyun — a lovesick nineteen year old and not Spider-Man, the hero of Seoul.

“Jaeyun, what do you want to do first?” You ask, pulling him through the blaring fun of the amusement park. He hums, following behind your excited figure, letting you choose what you wanted to do. “Oh my god, look it’s a Spider-Man toy.”

You halt in your step and immediately turn towards him, eyes sparkling. “Do you want it Jaeyun? I’ll get it for you. Just so you aren’t too sad that Spider-Man ghosted us today.”

He scoffs, as he examines the booth. It’s a shooting game, and he knows that you suck at shooting. “You sure, love? From what I remember, you aren’t too good at shooting games,” he brings up and you shoot him a sharp glare before pestering him to pay the vendor.

You end up blaming your best friend for jinxing you, “Yun, if you never said that, I could have shot them all down,” you complain, eyes morphing into slits as you pinpoint the blame on him. Jaeyun raises his two hands in innocence, face displaying an expression of shock, “I didn’t even say anything wrong, plus you barely hit one out of five balloons.”

You groan, shushing him in embarrassment, “If you’re such a professional, win it for me then,” you challenge him. Jaeyun shrugs, it’ll be easy — all those years of shooting webs has made him extremely sharp, so he manages to shoot all the five balloons without any effort, snagging the coveted Spider-Man doll.

“You sure you don’t want it, Yun?” you question, “add it to your collection as a fanboy.” He shakes his head, handing you the plush toy, “I won it for you. Plus, I like the ones you gave me more.”

It overwhelms you, the stark sincerity in his voice. And you feel the sudden need to kiss him, not like you’ve never thought of it before (more like you’ve thought about it too much), because Sim Jaeyun with his bright personality and handsome face is far too good to be real.

But you can’t bring yourself to be that direct, so you settle for a kiss on the cheek. A quick movement and a short peck before you let out a loud giggle, walking over to the next booth with a stupid smile plastered on your face, leaving Jaeyun in shock and awe — eyes wide and mouth agape before he bites back a smile.

He thinks it’s too hard to conceal his feelings any longer; that he has to tell you soon, next week, tomorrow, or maybe even now. And he feels the three words, eight letters, at the tip of his tongue.

As always, though, he swallows them back down, throat dry as he stares at you. The fear of rejection far too intense for him to handle.

How ironic, that Sim Jaeyun could fight criminals with equipped daggers that could kill him in one swift motion, yet he could not say three simple words to a girl who has pierced his heart and filled his stomach with butterflies.

iii. in a sticky predicament

“Now on to our very own Spider-Man’s upcoming love story that seems to be wilting by the looks of it — Spidey, in fact, did not show up to his date with yn, who was seen with another boy at the amusement park. Our very own hero is facing multiple accusations that he may be, like his representative colour, a red flag. However, a minority of fans have brought up a speculation; that the boy we call Spider-Man, might be the very boy accompanying yn yesterday unmasked. That’s all for Spider-Man, here on The Daily News.”

“Don’t you think that’s insane Jaeyun?” you laugh, throwing your head back into the soft pillow on his bed, “they think you’re Spider-Man.”

“Right,” he trails on, arms crossed as he leans on the doorframe, “that’s so impossible.”

His laugh awkward as his fingers find themselves combing through his hair for the nth time. And you turn your head, looking at him with suspicion. Right, that’d be crazy, insane maybe, you think, because Sim Jaeyun was well — him. He’s slightly awkward, likes physics, and hell he’s scared of bugs, so it’ll be mind blowing if he ever was the real Spider-Man.

But impossible, you think, might not be true. And you sit up on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on him. Same physique, similar height, he’s athletic, and he shoots well. Plus, from your ever so short encounter with Spider-Man saving you from getting your wallet stolen, Spider-Man is just as awkward as your best friend.

Could he really be Spider-Man? But he’s a fan of Spider-Man, wouldn’t it be weird if he was such a big fan of himself. Still, you couldn’t rule out the possibility.

“Jump,” you instruct, “hang upside down on the walls.” Jake is shocked, as his heart accelerates in nervousness at the thought of being found out.

“Don’t be weird,” he groans, trying to keep calm, “that’s literally humanly impossible.” His mind racing, finding a way to get out of this sticky situation, because as much as he wants to tell you his identity, the last way he wanted you to find out was through the internet. Also, maybe because you looked slightly angry, with your eyebrows furrowed and hands on your head, and Jaeyun didn’t want you to be mad at him.

You were deep in thought, was that why Spider-Man didn’t show up yesterday — because he is actually Sim Jaeyun, and he couldn’t be there as two different people.

That might be a stretch, but it isn’t an impossible scenario. You tilt your head, quickly grabbing the pillow you were just lying on, throwing it at him, “catch.”

He catches it easily, with one hand even, as his face contorts into an expression of surprise. “Don’t scare me like that, love,” he says. But you’re too flabbergasted at the fast reflexes of your best friend to even comprehend his complaint.

“You could really give Spider-Man a run for his money, you know?” you chuckle, as you tell yourself that no matter how much it might fit, it’s probably just a coincidence, “put on that suit of yours and fight crime.” It was all a coincidence, right?

“What if I’m scared of getting hurt,” he pouts, and you snort. With Sim Jaeyun’s level of cowardice, there’s no way he could ever be out there fighting.

“Then I’ll protect you,” you say, “I’ll be your sidekick, all you have to do is stand there and look pretty.”

He grins, walking over to stand in front of you; hands moving to ruffle your hair. “Okay love, you lead, I’ll follow.”

iv. tell him to grow a pair

Your newfound popularity brings you more drawbacks than benefits — by that you mean the sudden fury of boys approaching you to ask for your number. It annoys Jaeyun more than it does you, as your best friend flaunts a new irritated look that you’ve rarely seen.

“That’s the sixth fucking boy,” he grumbles, eyes rolling before he glares at the fleeting figure of Lee Heeseung, the boy who just asked you for your number, the boy who Jaeyun lashed out at.

“Be kind, Yun,” you chuckle, amused at your best friend’s sudden grumpiness, “I mean, I’ve never lashed out at any of the girl’s who ask you out.”

“No one has asked me out.” he groans, “are you flaunting right now?”

“Yes I am,” you reply, “don’t worry Jaeyun, you’ll always be my loser.”

He lets out a loud exaggerated sigh as he rolls his eyes, leaning against the locker as he grits his teeth in exasperation.

You wonder why no girl has ever hit Sim Jaeyun up. Granted, he wasn’t the best looking guy back in middle school with his choice of brightly coloured clothes that blinded eyes, but you think that was part of the appeal — how awkwardly adorable he was. Now, with his upgraded fashion style and bubbly personality, it’s a miracle no one has tried their shot at bagging him. Not that you wanted anyone to.

Sim Jaeyun is yours, just as much as you are his.

And he thinks the exact same. Despite what you think, he has had a girl approach him, professing his love only to get turned down by his puppy-like smile and his confession that he liked you.

Though his body exudes jealousy, there's a slight bit of relief at the fact that you turned all six of the boys down, telling them that you had a crush on someone else. He hopes, prays, begs that the person you think about is him. He furiously looks for a sign, because he’s tired of all this, and he needs a sign from you before he can courageously make the first move.

After school, the both of you walk down the buzzing streets with carts of street food lined up along the roadside. Your fingers bunching the fabric of Jaeyun’s shirt as he navigates the both of you through the crowded streets, making a beeline for his favourite churros shop.

“I told you the queue would be long, it’s Friday night,” you whine, mentally counting the number of people in front of you. Fifteen, that’ll take a while. “We should have just ordered in pizza and binge on Netflix shows.”

“Fine, we can eat churros another day,” Jaeyun pouts and you curse yourself for saying that even when you knew he wanted to eat churros.

“It’s fine, we can stay, since we’re already here.” You stop him, pulling him back beside you in the queue, “but you can’t leave to do something else like last time, you have to wait with me.”

The glow on his face coupled with the adorable smile on his lips makes you stare in awe. And you think Sim Jaeyun is so pretty and handsome all at once it’s a crime to look as good as him. His lips, god, they look so kissable and soft, you wish you could kiss them at any given time — now, tomorrow, forever.

But the moment doesn’t last long, as faint screams and shouts travel from a small corner shop down the road. “Thief, there’s a thief on the run.”

You watch as Jaeyun’s eyes widen, body in a sudden scramble, “uhm, I’m gonna go to the toilet for a moment,” he says amidst the whispers of the crowd, “stomach ache, you know.” Running off before you can give him a reply, brushing past people hurriedly into a random narrow street.

You shrug it off again because it isn’t the first time Jaeyun has acted out of character. However, you can’t help but realise it was always when there was crime.

The questions and suspicions floating around your head for the past week resurface as you focus on the narrow street your best friend had disappeared into.

Oh my god.

You blink profusely, pinch yourself, and rub your eyes because this is mind blowing information. You can’t seem to believe an ounce of what your eyes have just seen. Was that Spider-Man who just swung out of the very same alleyway?

Sim Jaeyun is Spider-Man. And your conclusion only seems to solidify as you hear the muffled voice coming out of his masked persona.

“Oops, sorry,” and a careless swing as he tries his best to manoeuvre through the crowd, accidentally knocking over a little girl’s ice cream cone, “I'm sorry, please don’t cry.”

Yup, that’s Jaeyun. His voice now so familiar you hit yourself in the head for not realising sooner. And his utterly helpless tone as he tries to soothe the little girl — you could recognise it from a mile away.

“I’ll get you a new one, I’m sorry,” he shouts as he spins his web and shoots again, lamppost to windows to signboards before effortlessly catching up with the thief; who was now bound to the wall by web.

“Sorry,” he groans for the fourth time in a matter of minutes, “it’s my job — i mean, not that you deserve to get away no, i just-” he rambles and you giggle at his comment. Seems like Sim Jaeyun will never change, even as a superhero or as your best friend.

“I meant to say, justice has been served,” he nods, seemingly proud of his awkward catchphrase that you were sure he stole from the superhero movie you watched with him a few weeks back. “I have to get back now, someone awaits me you know - i mean, no- I’m not supposed to give details of my personal life. I’ll just- stop talking… yeah.”

And you watch again as he swings back down the street. With his identity revealed, you can’t help but look up to Jaeyun even more now — a top student and a superhero? How unfair the world is. How lucky you were to have him as your best friend.

“Hey! Aren’t you yn? Spider-Man, is that your girl?” You shrink, head down as you fix your gaze on the floor immediately, cheeks a rosy red. God, you think, this is a little embarrassing.

You feel his presence before you see his shadow morphing with yours on the floor, “hey yn,” and you look up to see the superhero, who’s panting ever so slightly, stand in front of you in his glory. “Sorry about last week, I was well busy, and I know it isn’t any-”

“It’s fine,” you stop him from blabbering, a toothy grin plastered on your face. And Jaeyun feels proud, maybe him saving someone has put Spider-Man back into your good graces, maybe he has a chance with you as Spider-Man.

“I had fun with my crush at the amusement park. Actually, thank you for the opportunity, I kissed his cheek for the first time and it felt like heaven.”

He pauses, and Jaeyun wants to rip off his mask at the very moment to kiss you. You liked him back, fuck, you actually liked him back.

“Ah,” he says after a while of tense silence, his hands rubbing the nape of his neck, “that’s amazing. So- do you… I mean- so you’re like, in love with him? Wait love might be a little uhm-”

“Yeah, I’m in love with him.”

Time stops as your eyes pierce into his, and he can swear at this moment that you knew exactly who he was. He thinks it’s over, and he can finally ask you to be his — because he’s hellbent on loving you, for the past four years he has been.

“Seems like this crush of yours needs to step up his game, or I might just steal you away,” he remarks lightheartedly, uncaring of the sea of cameras pointing towards the both of you.

“Yeah, it seems like he does. Maybe you should visit him one day, tell him that it’s about time to man up, or I’ll be the one asking for his hand.” You shoot a knowing glance at him, a confident smirk on your face.

Jaeyun chuckles, “right, I’ll be sure to tell him that, wouldn’t want him to lose such a special girl.”

“Thanks Spidey, I wonder what I’d ever do without you,” you laugh, patting his suited shoulder before he once again swings away into the narrow alleyway, only to appear minutes later donned in his usual faded ripped jeans and white shirt, hair tousled and smile wide as he runs back to you.

And he’s before you all again, this time as your best friend and you swoon as his adoring eyes and elated smile. “You okay?” You ask, hand raising to fix his hair.

“I couldn’t be better.”

v. Batman vs Spider-Man, a battle of the mans

“Spider-Man should now change his name into wing man as he is spotted once again, engaging in conversation with the very same yn from last week. Spider-Man was not only ruthlessly dumped by her, but was also asked to quote on quote visit her crush to ask him to grow a pair. Seems like she is off the market for our poor lonely superhero, who can’t seem to catch anyone except for criminals. That’s all for Spider-Man, here on The Daily News.”

“Seems like you can’t catch a break, huh Yun?” You point out as you switch the television off, “not only defamed into a wing man but also asked to grow a pair.”

And it seems like he really can’t because ever since you confronted him about being Spider-Man, his days have been filled with even more ruthless teasing, and weird questions.

“How do you even piss as Spider-Man?”

“Can I swing from building to building?”

“Can you hang upside down for ten minutes?”

“How do you think you would fare against Batman in a fight?”

But there’s one unasked question still hanging in the air. And Jaeyun really wants to address it, but it seems like you’ve lost your confidence by the way the flesh of your cheeks heats an angry red at any slight hint of him being your crush — or as Jaeyun would like to call himself; your soon to be boyfriend.

“I’ve grown a pair,” he says, shifting towards you, eyes trained on yours, “seems like someone has lost a pair.”

“Have not” you argue, lies — you could barely look at Jaeyun now without a lovesick smile on your face. Neither could you muster up the courage to ask him to be your boyfriend. “And if you ever grew a pair, you would have asked.”

“Ask what?” He teases, face moving closer to yours. He looks too good, godly almost, with his black rimmed glasses perched at the bridge of his nose.

You pout, furrowing your eyebrows as you place a light slap on the middle of his chest. And he lets out a low chuckle, the vibrant sun rays flush through the sheer day curtains of Jaeyun’s room, a natural spotlight glowing on the both of you.

“Fine,” he whispers, and you can feel his breath on your lips, it’s warm and inviting and you feel yourself leaning into him. “Will you be my girlfriend, love?”

You barely nod your head before he attaches his lips on yours. And you think you’re going to be obsessed with Sim Jaeyun — your fingers find their way through his hair and he sighs. It’s like he’s imprinted in your heart and you want to kiss him again and again and again.

Sim Jaeyun with pretty eyes, pretty lips, a pretty face, a pretty being, breaks the kiss only to kiss you again and again as you wish.

“Did I swing into your heart, love?” He smirks as you playfully roll your eyes at his antics. “Are we not going to bring up the time when you fell after showing me your web skills?”

He tackles you down and you giggle, “I can fall from the sky, I can fall from a tree, but the best way to fall is to fall in love with you.” He grins idiotically before racing out the door as you cringe at yet another bad pick up line from him.

“Sim Jaeyun, are you kidding me? I wonder how you even make up quotes like ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ with that mind of yours.”

“What mind? You mean my mind — the place where you always are?”

You groan in fake disgust as you watch your boyfriend (boyfriend!) smile proudly at his idiotic pick up lines. The both of you drinking sunlight as if it’s love — where he’s all yours and you’re all his.

uncut. confessions i can’t make ( a crumpled confession letter written by a sixteen year old sim jaeyun )

hi dear yn,

i like you. it’s been a while since you took my breath away we first met. this is my first time ever writing a confession so i don’t really know what to say write… i guess it’s like writing physics notes so maybe it wouldn’t be too hard i hope

chapter one part one : what i like about you

i like the way you smile laugh, how your eyes turn into the tiniest of crescents, it makes me proud of the jokes i crack (that physics joke was good was it not). i like the feeling i have around you — it’s warm and fuzzy, natural — talking everyday without any forceful conversation, laughs or attention.

part two : why you should like me

i think you should like me because i like you. i think you should like me because i’m smart! i can help you with physics and maths. i don’t really know what else i can give you but i’ll try my best to make you smile everyday.

will you be my girlfriend? Oh god, this is so weird i actually like you a lot and

(a bunch of scribbling)

forget it. you’ll never like me back.

dear mister sim jaeyun,

after three hours of fighting for my life, i have finally gotten my hands on the most treasured item of the year, a sixteen year old you’s crumpled confession letter to me. and since you wrote it in a physics notes style like a loser, as your girlfriend i have no choice but to follow you (so that you don’t feel lonely)

one. what i like about you

everything. i like your hair, i like your face. I like the way you say sorry to every single person in the neighbourhood while courageously saving them. i like your pick up lines on some days and how you have the guts to challenge Batman to a fight when i proclaim him as my favourite hero. i like the way you laugh and i like the way you smile. i am especially enchanted by your kicked puppy ways and easily manipulated demeanour where i can always get what i want without question.

two. why you should like me

i’m your girlfriend and you’re my girlfriend. (you are my girlfriend) you should stop staring at me with those eyes, it gives me the ick (i meant that in a ‘whatever you say pretty boy’ kind of way) you should like me because i am the person who likes you the most. (i love you so much)

will i be your girlfriend? obviously i will, i mean who can say no to you.

love you babe,

spider-man’s (your) hot sidekick

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Hey! Could i request a fic about a spider reader who has the symbiote in his body and is acting in a more arrogant way and Natasha realizes this and tries to help her girlfriend. Thank you and I love your writing!!

a favour to fury | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above! i added a little bit of my own twist and had fun with it, hopefully that's ok.

natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader

word count: 4.5k words

warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence

read part 2 here

masterlist

natasha was five months pregnant when fury approached you regarding a supersecret project norman osborn had been studying for the past year and a half. they had called it a symbiote, you remembered, designed to mutualistically bond with a human host at the subcellular level.

you had asked what it was for, half-heartedly already packing your things to go home to your pregnant wife. work was done for the day, and fury was holding you back. he said he had wanted to make you stronger, almost invincible. you shot him a look that said seriously? and declined.

“do i not hit your KPIs or something, nick? do you not trust me enough with my current abilities?” you slung your bag over your shoulder, still very offended that he would suggest such a thing, to you of all people.

you felt you had been in the team longest, alongside tony. it was so unfair to hint that he wanted something more out of you just because you had been off of your game for the past few months dealing with more personal issues in your life, like your almost-failed marriage. “mind you, i trained that kid, that peter parker, from being nothing but a friendly, neighbourhood spider-man slinging around knocking the teeth out of pickpockets, to being able to deal with world-ending threats we face as avengers. all. by. myself.”

“i know–”

“–and who was the one who pulled SHIELD out of financial ruin when we almost went under? my weapons, my designs. i wasn’t proud that we sold it off to warring countries, but it helped us stay afloat!”

“and you have helped us out, dearly.”

“and lest you forget, i was the one, the only one, willing to let you and dr. ames experiment on me, injecting that spider serum on me when you knew i had a fifty-fifty chance of screwing up my nervous system beyond repair. when you knew i would most likely end up paralysed if it didn’t work. and i was your best agent!” at this point, you knew you were overcompensating, but it had been a long day, and an even longer week. you had just wanted to go home. but you couldn’t back down. “the one who’s stuck by your side from day one!”

“i know!” nick suddenly barked, slamming the door, your only exit out, shut. “you think i don’t know that?! you think i don’t know just how much i owe you?”

he took one step forward, you took one step back. the look on his face was dangerous, a warning for you not to overstep boundaries. he was still your boss, after all. “but oscorp’s our biggest funding, you know this too. and they need…”

fury’s lips quivered. “...they need someone to test out just the limits of the abilities of this symbiote before we are allowed to use it for our own lines of defence. and norman had initially suggested parker, the boy, because…”

you understood. norman osborn was a disgusting man. “...because he’s currently the weakest one out of all of us. they want to test his limits through it.”

“yes.” fury wasn’t proud of what he was implying either, “but he’s too young, too inexperienced. and i was sure, as his mentor, you were never going to let it happen to him. you don’t admit it, but you love him. you and tony. he disagreed too.”

you couldn’t let it happen to peter. it was too dangerous, too risky. but fuck nick for also thinking that you had nothing to lose. you had a baby on the way, and a relationship just-repaired, for heaven’s sake.

but if not you, who else?

you knew natasha would have never approved. what you should have done was tell fury you would think about it. that natasha was pregnant, and she needed you relatively sane, and stable, for her and the baby.

you should have told natasha explicitly of what the experiment entailed, and why you wanted to do it. that you were merely protecting peter, and you didn’t wish for anyone else to suffer through the treatment like you were going to.

these were things you did when the person you love will inevitably have to go through the ups and many, many downs, of what the next few weeks would entail between the both of you. you had learned from past experience.

in hindsight, you also knew that even though natasha recognised your selflessness, and your sacrifice, she still would not have approved of you destroying your life to save peter’s. but in hindsight, neither of you, nor fury, would have known of just what the venom symbiote would do to you.

–

the bonding had been relatively painless, taking into account the fact that the team had to sedate you completely before allowing the symbiote to even come close to the host. fury had promised you it was the last favour he would ever draw from you before you shut your eyes, and it was only natasha’s face waiting for you at home that allowed you to drift off under the anaesthesia so willingly.

when you came to, the aches and bruises from previous fights had suddenly disappeared, and the wear and tear your bones have suffered through the years had dissipated to the point that you felt like you were at the prime of your youth again, just right after they had first injected the spider serum.

–

when you came home, you kissed natasha’s forehead first, then her cheek, then her lips, and finally, down to her swollen belly, where one of these days you hoped you had the privilege of hearing your child kick.

“how’s the pain today?” you folded your sleeves to your forearms, heading to the sink to wash your hands as natasha began plating dinner. “is he giving you heartburn again?”

natasha moaned in relief as you came to rub circles on the small of her back, untangling the knots that had accumulated in her aching body. “better. he’s learned to not give mama so much pain entering the second trimester. we all grow.”

your soft smile made the woman swoon, even after all these years. “that’s great. atta boy.”

“what about you? how was…” she had wanted to say the inhumane procedure, the cruel dilemma, they put you through, but all she said was, “...the experiment?”

“it was alright,” you reassured her. she knew you hadn’t wanted her to worry, “happy to be back home with you, that’s all.”

it was your signal to her not to push the matter further. it was you telling her that what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her.

–

in the next few days, however, the heightened powers and new abilities that had latched on to you from the symbiote had also brought about a new impatience, a little bit of arrogance within you.

panting as you watched the pixelated bodies of enemies taken down all around you, your heart pounded in exhilaration at the sight of them “dead”. you had never felt power like this before, and as much as the scowl on fury’s face was deepening day by day, the excitement, and hope, in your own face, began to grow. you really were stronger than ever.

and the sleek, indestructible new suit that the symbiote had formed around you when you were in battle was just a cherry on top.

–

it had all started when steve asked for a sparring session with you one day. you were usually equally matched with him in toe to toe combats, with the occasional instances where he won by distracting you with natasha’s mention.

but you had never taken him down as quickly, and easily, as this before. he had fallen with one swift lunge to his stomach, and began choking out his dinner from earlier as you stepped back.

“stop playing with me, captain, get up.” you said, when you got irritated that he told you he needed a breather.

“y-you’re the one who kicked me so hard in the guts, it really hurts, you know,” he wheezed, catching his breath.

you scoffed. since when had he become so weak?

you pulled him up against his will, and beat the shit out of him two more times before he raised the white flag desperately.

–

for lunch one afternoon, natasha had come by with her newfound skills in cooking, bearing lunch for the team. she was welcomed with open arms, except for maria, who was nursing a blackeye you had given her earlier.

as the both of you settled for a break after lunch, however, natasha finally brought up the topic that had been plaguing her mind for the past few weeks.

she had asked you about your thoughts on her returning to work, on a deskbound duty. “...and the occasional logistical support for missions, if you know what i mean.”

you paused the paperwork you had been doing in front of her, giving it a beat or two, before shaking your head. “no.”

“no…?” she hadn’t expected the firmness of the answer. while she was expecting resistance, she had thought you would be kind enough to humour her with a certainly not in the field, or just desk duty, not a flat-out no.

“no.”

“why?” she held your hand then, stopping you from returning your pen to paper, and you raised an eyebrow. natasha thought you looked slightly too annoyed for a relatively inoffensive question. “i thought you would be supportive. we agreed, when i was three months along back then, that i could return when i was ready.”

you shook her hand off, sending natasha’s heart down to a plunge. you had been more on edge, even at home recently, to the point where she was feeling she had to almost tiptoe around you on your bad days. “i don’t think i need to explain just how dangerous it would be for you, and the baby. no.”

she called your name in disbelief. “how about just paperwork? i could help you do your paperwork. then we can see each other around more often, just like we used to. i miss you at home, and it’s so terribly boring, all day, being alone.”

“natasha, i said no. you should respect my wishes on this.”

“what is so dangerous about paperwork?!” she stood then, frustrated that you were so unyielding. you never were so unreasonable like this. perhaps, natasha thought, she had gotten too used to receiving the princess treatment from you throughout the duration of your relationship. but she wondered if that was even such a bad thing. “and why are you dictating my decisions and what i want to do?!”

why in hell was she being so annoying today? you found it hard to shake the unsavoury thoughts out of your head.

just then, natasha’s phone began to ring, a new, annoyingly high-pitched frequency ringtone that immediately sent stings like sharp jabs into the nodes of your brain. you flinched, instantly forgetting what you had wanted to say to her, and dropped the pen you were holding unconsciously.

“baby…” she grabbed the phone, silenced it, and turned to you, who was panting and massaging your temples from the pain.

but you only shook your head, preventing her from coming closer. “we’ll talk about this later at home, okay? i’m not feeling so good right now.”

“do you want me to fix you anything? do you want to lie down?” she came to you, holding her hands over yours, noticing they were shaking. you visibly calmed as she ran her hands up and down your back, bringing you back to earth with her.

natasha led you to sit by the sofa again, climbing on top of you to hold you as you calmed down. it was in her embrace that the ringing finally stopped, and you could refocus.

it was also in her embrace that your mind suddenly cleared, and the remnants of the conversation just before came back to you. you had been so dismissive.

your eyes watering as you faced her, you said, “i don’t know what came over me…i was so…out of it, earlier. i don’t know why i…why i thought you didn’t deserve to come back. i’m so sorry, nat.”

she furrowed her eyebrows in worry. she wondered if it was something she needed to bring up with fury, on the effects of the experiment on you. but she piped it all down, insteading threading her fingers through your hair and pressing a comforting kiss on your lips.

“it’s okay, we’ll discuss this more at home.”

“no, i…” you needed to rectify your mistake, needed to make it up to her. you couldn't stand knowing you had hurt her feelings by underestimating her, “...i’m going to talk to fury. see what roles we have for you that’s convenient for you and our son. i’ll…”

you got up shakily then, placing natasha back down on the sofa. there were cold sweats beginning to form on your forehead. natasha pleaded for you to sit down and rest for a bit, but you were already out the door in the next second, leaving her more concerned, and confused, than ever.

–

in the tests that followed in the next few days, natasha watched, in worry and obvious agony, the way you were losing yourself more quickly than ever.

fury stood next to her behind the safety of bulletproof glass, where you were on the other side, in a climate and condition controlled environment. it was essentially SHIELD’s containment room for the most dangerous of specimens.

but she thought you looked so small, so vulnerable, in the middle of the vastness of the room, crouched with your head hung low between your legs.

“fury, we should stop. she’s clearly at the limit.” she held her hand over his on the console, but the man standing right next to fury was adamant.

she hated norman osborn for what he was about to say. “we’re so close. just a few more tests.”

he swatted hers and fury’s hand away, and pressed the button the both of them had been hovering above. the enemies came charging again, and despite your pleas for a breather, the symbiote had automatically enveloped you in the suit and began defending the both of you again.

you were exhausted. every fibre in your body hurt, and the symbiote was seeping all of your strength and willpower to do the fighting for you. you were nothing more than a bird in a cage for fury and osborn, then, you knew. and you regretted so much allowing natasha into the viewing panel for your test, in the name of her helping to fill out your paperwork for the symbiote.

“no more, please…” you begged the team above then, wanting to just collapse, and crawl into natasha’s arms perhaps, and forget about the extremely harrowing and traumatic day you just had.

but osborn wasn’t so kind. and he had pressed the button to test the symbiote’s limits once again. “please, mr. osborn!”

“stop,” you breathed as more enemies charged right in, “stop,” you had begged when the suit once again took all the spirit that you had left, “stop,” you tried a final time, when osborn tried something new this time; a high-frequency call that the lab had identified to be a potential weakness.

“i said STOP!” it wasn’t you who screamed it the last time. a much deeper, gravelly voice had taken over, along with the explosion of black tendrils emanating from your suit. the enemies were flung into pixelated darkness, but the tendrils had pierced right through them, aiming for the source of the pain; the frequency pitch.

it destroyed the sound system in the containment cell, but it was not enough. because even as fury slammed the controls to stop all the tests at once, the tendrils were still against the glass of the viewing panel, and as the symbiote spread and spread, the bulletproof glass, for the very first time since natasha had used it for the past decade or so, cracked.

osborn watched in horror as the crack began to spread, before he was quickly knocked out by natasha pushing him aside to reach the microphone.

“baby, it’s me. it’s natasha!”

the tendrils stopped the rampage on the glass momentarily. it had worked. fury instructed her to go further. “please, can you…can you get the symbiote off of the glass? we–i–want to see you, please.”

it was silent for a minute, then two, and with her heart in her mouth, natasha watched as the tendrils slowly retreated, shrinking the surface area they covered until your body was visible and it had gone back into the suit.

and natasha’s heart broke at the sight of you unconscious, at the mercy of the symbiote, and crouched into a foetal position to try to protect yourself before the explosion from earlier.

hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman, norman osborn learned that day, as he went home with more bruises and broken bones from one natasha romanoff than he had ever had to endure his whole life.

–

you no longer liked the strength, the agility, the injury-free protection, the symbiote gave. not after that test. not after it had caused you to wake up in the medical wing, with a sobbing natasha by your side begging you to stop the experiments, and let the symbiote go.

“what is happening to you?” she begged later on, as she had climbed into the bed herself and enveloped herself in your embrace. you shushed her cries and reassured her that you would fix everything. that you were alright, and you were going to be alright for her.

“i don’t know, i’m sorry.” lately, all you could say was you were sorry. it was terribly unfair to natasha.

and to make things even worse, the moment that those meaningless, obsolete words left your mouth, a hint of movement came from natasha’s belly, triggering your spider senses immediately. the baby had just kicked.

when you forced natasha to go home to rest with laura later on, for the first time in your life, you cried yourself to sleep at the failure of a partner you had once again become for your wife.

–

natasha was understandably reluctant at your request to be separated. but she was also pragmatic, and understanding that you had to do it not only for her own safety, but your peace of mind. she was too good to you, you always knew.

“it’s just for a week,” you reminded her, lips still chasing hers as the both of you fought on who would say goodbye first.

she latched on to your tongue. “i know.”

“just a week.”

“i know.”

but the both of you groaned then. “but why does it seem like forever?”

–

“fuck osborn.”

“heard.”

“we’re removing that symbiote from you,” fury looked a little unkempt, which, if you knew fury, meant he was at the edge of losing it. it was clear how much the symbiote had been affecting him as well, “i can’t lose you.”

leaning against his desk, you nodded. “please, fury.”

–

several attempts were made, with many different methods the team of SHIELD’s best scientists had tried, to remove the symbiote from your host. but obviously, without the principal team who had done the research on the symbiote itself, it was difficult to do so without oscorp’s help.

all attempts had been unsuccessful. and the symbiote inside you was growing angrier and angrier.

it broke your heart to see, that after each lashing out, each beratement and burst of anger you had at the team, they oddly seemed…afraid of you. and yet you couldn’t tell them that you yourself were drowning, that you had no control over your own emotions and actions in those bursts of anger, that it wasn’t you. fury had sworn you to secrecy.

perhaps it was for the best that you had sent natasha away. you were deathly afraid of what you would do to her if the symbiote lashed out in her presence.

you called her every morning, and she called you every night. it was a routine the both of you agreed to set up, mostly to keep yourself sane and for natasha to not worry about you too much. it broke your heart to know that one morning, she hadn’t answered your call because she was at the obstetrician, all alone. natasha hated going for her medical appointments all alone.

afterwards, you apologised profusely for missing out on your baby’s development, and had sent her a bouquet of flowers. but you still felt it was barely adequate for making it up to her. you hated yourself for hurting natasha because of your own damn actions, once again.

she was only kind enough to tell you that she was alright, and that you needed to focus on getting the symbiote out before returning to her.

–

but as the days passed with little to no success of the extraction, you were growing more frustrated, and the symbiote was growing more powerful.

natasha was approaching six months, and you hadn’t answered any of her calls for a few days now. you were afraid of what little progress you would have to tell her, and worried over what her reaction would be.

you’re a failure. you are always going to be a failure. she will hate you, and she will regret even getting to know someone like you, marrying you, being the mother of your child. you cannot be the one she deserves. you don’t deserve anyone. except us. us.

the voices weren’t your own. you should have known.

“fury, please, please,” you begged, barging into the meeting room he was in, barking orders at the scientists to try harder, to think of solutions faster. they were clearly at their wits’ end too.

“please, call oscorp,” you got on your knees for him, in front of everyone, grabbing his hands in desperation, “call osborn here. i’ll do anything, i’ll beg him too, to get this thing off of me.”

“you know norman’s not going to stop once he has you. he’ll turn you into something even worse if we let him have you.”

“please!” you were crying then, feeling like a child begging their parents for an unachievable, stupid, stupid dream. only this time, you were begging for your life back.

–

“i’m scared, nick. of what this will do to me, of what i will become.”

nick had brought you aside later that evening. it was in his eyes that heartbreak was evident; he knew all too well what he had done to you. and he had fucked up, truly, this time.

“i’m so sorry.”

“please, try again, can you try again?” you were in the room where they had conducted the tests; the containment cell. you knew fury was slightly afraid of being in the same room with you all alone, and there was a reason he had brought you there. you could get into the cell if you lost control.

he shook his head. “i just–we just–don’t have anything…”

“i cannot become the symbiote, nick. i have natasha, and the child, at home. i can’t go like this, please.”

you were hunched over the console, grabbing at it desperately to stop the symbiote from coming out, from enveloping you in your shared rage at fury’s insistence, and killing the man right before you. beads of cold perspiration drenched your entire being, and the look in your eyes was one the man had never seen in all the years he had worked with you.

he could only shake his head, and leave the room. outside the compound, fury screamed into the vast nothingness of the night, exasperated in his futility and your predicament.

–

but natasha had had enough of your pulling back, of you pushing her away. she was not about to lose you again. she had almost lost you to wanda then, she was not going to lose you to a symbiote now.

and as she arrived at the compound and discovered that it was eerily dark, and empty, the first person that she hounded was fury.

he apologised to her as well, over the phone, and told her that he had instructed everyone to go home early for the day. the avengers were told to find accommodation elsewhere. something about a routine deep-cleaning going on for the night.

it was suspicious the moment he told her you were still inside, however. still, she braved the recurring doubts in the back of her mind, stole her old equipment back when she was still on active mission duty, and braved through the compound.

“just me and you baby, don’t give mama such a hard time, okay?” she even winced, when the baby kicked right as she rounded a corner.

and you admired your wife, adored her, even, for still braving through six months of pregnancy and trying to find you in an almost-abandoned compound. the compound was never empty. the lights were never flickering, and you were never alone just with her in that entire building.

but when she carefully opened the door to where you were, still hunched over the same console she had smashed norman osborn’s face against just a few weeks ago, you wholeheartedly wished she was the last person to find you in that way.

the shock in her breath was evident, with the number of dead bodies around you then, and the distinct stench of blood in the air. you were shaking, breathing haphazard, as you tried centering yourself not to hurt anyone else. three breaths in, two breaths out, you always taught natasha in her panic attacks. now, you struggled to even manage it yourself.

“baby…?” the woman didn’t want to believe what she was seeing.

you shook your head painfully. why, of all people, why did it have to be her? the gun was aimed right at you, you knew, and you struggled to bring yourself up to even face her. your efforts ended with you falling right onto the console again.

“...tell me what’s going on. tell me what’s wrong, we can still get through this together.” you absolutely despised the fear in her voice.

instead, all you could choke out was, “natasha…”

you finally turned to face her. natasha dropped the gun at the symbiote already engulfing half of your face, milky white eyes replacing the eye patches in your mask, sharp, elongated teeth forming around your mouth area. the symbiote had clearly gained full control.

in the one eye that was still yours, you were tearful, as you begged her, “...please, get out of here.”

a/n: does this call for a part 2?

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel cinematic universe #venom! reader #venom symbiote #natasha romanoff x spidey!reader

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hey hey hey. don't mind me, i'm just a friendly little nit who's come to bring you my brainrot of the day.

i don't know how often you write him, but - just hear me out - gaz with a mommy kink. i feel like he's the type to have lost a lot of his non-military contact with women, including maybe his own family, so he's really just desperate for feminine approval. but the poor baby is too afraid to tell anyone about it because he doesn't want his partner to think he's weird or something like that. :(

so when he comes home from an op, off his rocker from desperation, he accidentally lets it slip while he's practically fucking them like a dog in heat. what he doesn't expect is that they don't mind, and it just melts his brain to nothing.

friendly neighborhood nit, over and out.

I TRIPPED AND FELL AND PASSED OUT READING THIS OHHHH MY GOD!! my friendly neighbourhood nit i hope u know im kissing u on the mouth rn. THANK U FOR THIS BECAUSE- BECAUSE-

i was- i was trying to find this lil slip of a thing i wrote of gaz with a sugar 'mommy' and how it just makes sense... not necessarily an older partner but a mature partner yk? a partner who pampers him and spoils him; who treats him like the king he is, and he is left trembling, aching, his desire bloating-

gnawing on a rock rn !!!

god.

thinking about the way gaz is fucking you so desperately, humping his cock along your walls, muffling his moans on the crook of your neck because his little secret—the shame that he's always carried—is dripping from the column of his teeth, poisonous as it slithers on the tip of his tongue, and kyle wants to–

he wants to–

"fuck, kyle," you whimper, your moan drawing his name out in that delicious way that makes him buckle. he knows tears must be pooling into the corners of your eyes, surely staining the silk pillow sheets, and the image that forms in his mind makes him groan, deep rumbles of his pleasure reverberating from where his chest is pressed on your back.

kyle has you on your knees, gentle and tender, but the slide of his cock in your cunt had him snapping—his restraints are thinning, the fog in his mind gaining strength.

it feels like torture. like pinched pleasure.

it feels like kyle is being edged even when he knows he isn't. because his cock is rutting along the warm press of your walls, being milked for all his worth, and yet–

it's not enough.

the first sob startles him more than it startles you, but kyle is too far gone, mouth agape, letting drool stain the soft caress of your shoulder. he feels your walls clamp down harder on him, your slick gushing along the twitching length of his cock, drenching his crotch, and kyle feels the need throbbing from his gums—

"god, mommy."

the fear that shoots through him is instant, snuffing the peaking elation of his pleasure. apologies gather on the base of his throat, choking him, cutting his air supply short.

messed up, he thinks to himself, already slowing down, pulling away. i fuckin' messed up–

"where's my baby goin', huh?" you croon, desire heavy on your tone.

you turn your head lightly, not enough to meet his eyes but enough that your voice is no longer muffled. "mommy didn't say you could stop, sweet boy."

kyle's body locks, his arms buckling, leaving him to stumble, all of his weight bearing down on you. his cock hits somewhere deeper at the sudden action, snug along the grip of your wet cunt. then, kyle cums, ecstasy razing through him as he mewls, his eyes shut close at the intensity of his pleasure.

he doesn't notice that he's humping your pussy as he shoots his warm cum into your cervix, stuffing you whole. like the good boy that he is.

"mommy, so fuckin' good f'r me. so good f'r me," kyle babbles, words slurring and incomprehensible.

white noise fills his senses, his eyes met with an explosion of blinding static. he is deaf to your squealed moans, not realizing the litanies of your own praises dribbling from your spit-slicked lips until the explosion of his pleasure peter into a quiet simmer.

shame curls in his heart, only for it to be snuffed out because you say, "my perfect boy. s'good f'r me. s'beautiful f'r me."

prickling feeling envelops the backs of his eyes, his body trembling at your continuous reassurances.

you coo, "always makin' me feel good. always pamperin' me. y'r the loveliest boy, kyle. my lovely boy."

kyle hides his face on the back of your shoulders, stifling his sob.

"thank you," he says, voice a quiet tremble.

"shh," you say, breath hitching at his aborted movements, feeling his cock still hitting your sensitive parts. "won't you make mommy cum now, lovie?"

"f'course," kyle replies, heart still wavering because–

how was it all so easy when it comes with you?

he knows you and him will have to talk about this later—semantics need to be smoothed out, establish boundaries. make up rules for kyle to follow.

he shivers, cock twitching with new interest.

"'of course' what, darlin'?"

kyle breathes in sharply at what you're asking. then, "f'course, mommy."

you hum, a happy titter. "good boy."

#anon #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz smut #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #cw mommy kink #female reader #ask #suns

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widow's bite (1) || e. williams

summary: "...the dangerous Black Widow is to be approached with caution, as the Black Widow's bite can cause death. she encases her victims with silk, then kills with poison from her fangs."

you're a black widow. you're sent to kill Spider-Woman. something inside of you just can't do it.

warnings: smut in future chapters, ellie is 18 and reader is 19, dreykov being gross which is canon, mentions of suicide attempt, canon death (sarah), swearing maybe? probs more, not proofread cause i'm lazy

word count: 4k

a/n: soooo i got this request and although it took FOREVER for me to write it, i was so excited that i just had to make it a series...i SWEARRR i'll try to update regularly but going back to uni is kicking my ass a little. also, ellie is basically mcu!peter. some of the avengers may make appearances. tony isn't dead.

You stood tall in front of the massive screen in his office. Videos of a girl in a red and black suit swinging through New York City illuminated your solemn features. At the top of the screen, there were only a few words: Spider-Woman: TERMINATE.

“She keeps coming so close to discovering our New York base,” Dreykov’s accent spread through the dark room. “I can’t have her getting in the way of my work. This is important.”

You nodded, eyes never leaving the screen.

“You will bring her body back to me. She seems to have some sort of abilities, abilities I can use to make you stronger. Better.” His thick hand slithered up your shoulder. “Do you copy?”

“I copy.”

His lips twisted into a sinister smile, his gross breath hot on your cheek. “Always so obedient.” He licked his lips.

He smiled, “You take off…” he glanced at his watch, “right now. I don’t want to see you again until she's dead,” he spat in your ear.

“Yes, sir.”

"Hey! Come back, mister criminal!”

Faint thwips filled the air as Ellie swung past corporate building after corporate building, chasing some burglar who happened to try robbing Delmar’s when she was ordering sandwiches for her and Joel. He would have to wait. She was just lucky she had her suit under her clothes.

He booked it down the sidewalk, cash flying out of the duffle bag, throwing pedestrians to the side as he tried escaping Spider-Woman.

She grunted as she dodged semi-trucks and cars, bikers and typical New York tourists. She almost lost sight of him when he turned a corner, but she could still hear his laboured breathing.

She could sense that he had stopped, under the impression that he had thrown her off his trail. He was resting in an alley up against an apartment building. Climbing to the roof, she perched herself on top as she looked down at him, hands on his knees as he panted.

“Hey, man, I think you forgot this!” She yelled as she dropped next to him. Before he could react, she cocooned him in webbing and left him stuck against the wall.

“You got a pen by any chance?” She asked, to which she had to dodge a ball of spit directed at her head. “Should've guessed.”

She pulled her calculus notebook out of her backpack with one of her good pens and scribbled a note on it:

“This is the one that robbed the bodega. I think you should cut old Delmar a tax break for his troubles.

Love,

Spider-Woman”

She called it into the station and webbed the note to the criminal, webbing his mouth shut too while she was at it.

As she walked out of the alley muttering “all in a day’s work”, she heard the faint pleas of a small child. Letting her heightened senses guide her, she swung until she found the source coming from an open window in a different apartment complex.

She slid the window open far enough to get inside, putting her hands out in front of her when the child noticed her and was frightened.

“No no no! Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman, not gonna hurt you! I promise,” she said, getting to the little girl's level. The girl’s eyes softened and she seemed to trust Ellie.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, lip trembling. “My sister…please help.”

“Okay, where is she now?”

The little girl pointed outside of her door, “The kitchen.”

Ellie took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m going to go help her. You stay right here, okay? Don’t move.”

Something inside of her told her that something was wrong. She brushes it off as someone else being in danger.

As she creeps out of the child’s room, she surveys her surroundings. It looked like a regular New York apartment, a little messy, but nothing her and Joel’s place hadn't seen. Everything was fine.

Until it wasn't.

She suddenly had difficulty breathing when you jumped from somewhere above and wrapped your legs around her neck, squeezing. You elbowed her head repeatedly.

She grabbed you by your hips and threw you off of her, gasping for breath. Her naivety still told her that you needed help.

Was it her naivety?

“Calm down, lady! I’m trying to help you!” she said, still gasping. She watched the girl scurry past her and over to you. “I thought I said—”

She stopped talking when she saw you hand the girl a twenty, eyes still trained on Spider-Woman.

Once you knew the child was a safe distance away, you attacked. His voice rang in the back of your head. No casualties. No witnesses.

You lunged at her, hands finding her throat.

“Woah, at least take me on a date first,” she remarked as she easily slid out of your grasp, jumping up to the ceiling and latching on. She webbed your left arm to the wall. You let out a grunt of dissatisfaction as you squeezed your fist, a blade coming out of your cuff and slicing through the web. It was installed in all of the Widows’ suits in case of capture.

“Oh. That's pretty cool, honestly,” she said as she dodged a bullet from your pistol, flipping down from the roof. You charged her again, this time taking out her legs and pinning to the ground. You threw a hook right at her jaw, to which she exclaimed “Ow!”, catching the next one with ease. Your eyes widened as she flipped the two of you over, pinning you underneath her.

“Look, I don't want to—”

Before she could finish, you had sent electric currents through your suit, effectively tazing her.

In her incapacitation, you were able to flip over again and pressure your knee against her neck. While she struggled for air, her legs flailed underneath her. She managed to knee you in the stomach, opening up an opportunity to throw you off her. You both stood up, ready to go at it again, both slightly out of breath.

“Are you gonna say something?” Silence. “Can you even talk?”

She lunged forward in an attempt to pull down the mask that covered half of your face, a piece of fabric resting atop the bridge of your nose. Before she could grab it, you grabbed her wrists, locating her web cartridges. You released another electric current, frying them.

She stepped back, trying to shoot webs, but to no avail. That's when she saw the text on the bicep of your suit: WIDOW-893. “Shit!”

You threw a swift kick into her abdomen while she was caught off guard and knocked her down to her knees. Her eyes widened as you threw punches at her face, too dazed to think of blocking. When she finally grabbed your fist, she could feel the blood from her nose leaking through her mask and could taste metal.

“You’re a Widow? Like Nat?”

You struggled to get your hand out of her grasp. Instead, you pushed all your weight forward and landed on top of her chest, pinning her arms.

You reached forward and slid your fingers under the fabric of her mask. She struggled underneath you, but you had her pinned and she wasn't going anywhere.

You basked in her struggle, slowly sliding the mask off her face.

“I was sent to kill you.”

“So you do talk. Wait—”

“And that's what I’m going to do.”

“Please don't take my mask off. Please. Please don't kill me. Oh god, I have so much to live for, please—!”

You slipped her mask off completely to be met with her perfectly curved and soft lips, her delicate green eyes, and her pretty freckles, her auburn hair messy from having it under the mask. Her brows furrowed and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for it to happen. When it didn't, she slowly opened one eye, and then the other. She was met with you admiring her face, gaze raking over her features.

Your eyes were wide and seemed slightly glassy, and she couldn't help but wonder why they looked so distant. Why it looked like you were trapped behind them.

She realized you weren't pinning her down anymore. She loosened an arm slowly from underneath you and brought it up to the fabric around your face, gently beginning to tug the mask down.

Your cold grasp on her wrist stopped her. “Don't.”

“Why not?” She whispered.

You tore your gaze away from her, standing up. You turned your back to her.

Looking back at her once more, you said, “Because it will end badly."

You moved to leave through the window, but a thought stopped you briefly

The truth is, you didn't know what to do. It's like you had just gained free will, like she had broken some spell. You had thought you were operating on your own terms until now.

You'd been sent to take out powerful men, some women, usually old, usually established, usually somewhat corrupt. But when you saw the fear in the eyes of a girl your age, your body shocked you back into free will.

Your back still to the girl, you just shook your head and jumped.

She coughed as she pushed herself up off the ground and shoved the mask back down over her face, wondering if she'd ever see you again. If she'd ever find out who you really are.

“This is WIDOW-893,” you said into your comm-link, talking to an obscure agent you'd probably never meet. “I need an extraction. I’m sending you my location now.”

Static sounded in your ear before a harsh male voice began, “Has the mission been completed?”

You elected to ignore the question.

“Has the target been eliminated?”

More silence as you hunted for a place to lay low for a bit.

“Widow, has the target been eliminated?!” The agent’s frustration was palpable in his voice.

You swallowed. “Negative.”

“What do you mean, negative? This mission was of utmost— Sorry? Yes, sir.” Some keyboard clicks. “She can hear you now.”

“893, why wasn't your mission completed?” Dreykov’s invigorated voice droned through the comm. You searched for an excuse that wouldn't get you terminated. Or worse.

“The target seems to have heightened senses. She was able to get the jump on me before I was in position. My identity was almost discovered so I was forced to retreat.”

Dreykov let out a pained sigh. Slowly, he said, “I’m only going to tell you this once, agent, so listen very carefully. You are disposable. The mission must proceed, regardless of your comfort. We can easily terminate you and move on to the next Widow. Copy?”

“I copy.”

“Now, if this happens again, I will have you terminated. You get a pass this time because you're one of the…finer specimens we have. You will not be sent an extraction. You will complete this mission in terminating Spider-Woman. Do not make contact until then,” he said, and you could almost feel his hands slithering up your back and around your neck. “And don't think you're not being watched.”

With that, the connection was severed.

Ellie threw the soggy McDonald’s bag down on the kitchen table as Joel stood at the sink washing dishes.

“Couldn't get sandwiches from Delmar’s. Poor guy got robbed again,” she said as she began digging in the bag for her fries.

Joel turned around to give her a shocked look. “Someone’s gotta look out for the people in this city. Lord knows the cops ain’t doin' much,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well…Spider-Woman looks out for people,” Ellie said, tearing the waters. Joel never really sided with J. Jonah Jameson from that stupid news station, but he was never really for the “vigilante” either.

He sighed. “Look, Ellie…I know you think Spider-Woman is cool and all, and I think it's good that she looks out for the normal people of New York, but I think it's irresponsible. I mean, I’m sure she's got people in her life that love her and she’s puttin’ her life at risk seven days a week,” he said as he dried the dishes and put them away.

“Yeah but,” Ellie said through a mouthful of fries, “If you had that power, wouldn't you be responsible for using it for good?”

“Yes, I suppose. But with great power comes great responsibility, Ellie. And with responsibility comes an immense need for balance. Remember that,” he said, turning to look at her.

Ellie swallowed the last few fries as she took a moment to digest what Joel had said. She gave him a meaningful smile before he turned back around to put the last few dishes away.

She couldn't help but think about your “power”. Was it given to you, or forced on you? How did you become so skilled? You were her age, or at least not far off. She’d never met someone so close to her age who held such a huge responsibility. But was it really a responsibility if you were being forced into it?

She knew she'd probably never come across you again, so there wasn't really a reason to overthink it. Right now, she just wanted to finish her Physics homework and watch The Empire Strikes Back with Jesse.

Weeks had gone by and every moment plagued your mind with thoughts of Ellie. Or rather, if you had it in yourself to kill her.

Your immense training in Covert Ops was indeed handy for situations like these. You shadowed Ellie almost 24/7. You followed her on her commute to her high school, which you noted to be Midtown. You surveilled her through the cameras you'd planted in all of her classes. You followed her after school to the alley where she'd leave her school stuff and switch to her second life. You climbed from building to building as you followed her web-slinging as closely as possible without being seen. You searched and searched for something to justify it, something to prove she's a bad person and deserves to be terminated. But nothing. Nothing when she helped old ladies carry their groceries inside, or rescue little girls' cats from trees, or stop lecherous men from harassing women on the street. Especially nothing when you spied through her living room window and saw her laughing with her dad every Sunday morning.

Three weeks after your first attempt at termination, you had stumbled across the perfect moment to investigate your target’s bedroom. She was at a field trip to the Museum of Modern Art with her class, and her dad was at work.

Around noon, you whistled as you climbed the stairs to the apartment, smiling softly as you find the right one. You knock for good measure, and when nobody answers you slide two bobby pins out from your hair when to pick the lock. Classic, but it always works.

When you open the door you lock it again from the inside so nothing would seem astray. You feel an uncomfortable, throbbing pain in your chest as you look around at the framed portraits of your target and her dad, lots from when she was young. One of her holding a medal in a soccer jersey. One of them at a planetarium together. One of them with a model dinosaur in the background, a hat atop its head, both of them grinning.

You creep through the hallway, looking for one room in particular. Opening the first door, you enter an office space. You decide it might be useful in gathering intel on her family.

You slide open a drawer of the filing cabinet labelled “records”. There seemed to be two sections, one for her father’s business, and one for their personal records. The latter had significantly less material. You slid out the folders and placed them on the desk, taking a seat in the chair.

The first folder read: ADOPTION RECORDS

You skimmed the papers and deduced that about five years ago, a man named Joel Miller (presumably the target’s father) and a woman named adopted a girl named Ellie Williams, but had fostered her long before that with a woman named Theresa Servopoulos, the word “deceased” in brackets next to her name. Anna Williams, her single mother, died shortly after childbirth and a woman named Marlene took her in. However, Marlene gave her up to a foster home once she hit school age.

Another folder read: MEDICAL RECORDS

Ellie had a long history of optometry visits prior to about two years ago, then they just suddenly stopped. There was nothing else really interesting in her file.

Joel, however, was a different story. Medical records that yellowed and flaked at the edges sat in his file from over 20 years ago. He was admitted for a self inflicted GSW to the head shortly after the death of his daughter, Sarah Miller. He was admitted to a psychiatric ward by request of his brother, Tommy Miller, shortly after.

Another file read: ELLIE’S SCHOOL RECORDS

It was evident that Ellie had excelled in school ever since she had settled in with Joel, specifically in the math and science areas. Her transcripts highlighted a bright 4.0 gpa. She had a bright future.

Now with a name for your target, you decided to search her room to gain some more personal intel. Tucking the files away and closing the drawers, you stalked out of the office and down the hall to what was Ellie’s room (the words “Ellie’s Room!” scrawled on a banner on the door making it painfully easy).

The door creaked slightly when you pushed it open. You were immediately hit with the vague sent of pine and mahogany. Dirty flannels and socks were piled in a corner or sometimes littered around the room. An empty ramen cup sat on her nightstand. Notebooks and textbooks filled with complex calculations sat open on her book. Her blankets were peeled back, revealing astronaut bedsheets. “Cute,” you thought.

The cracked open window let in a nice breeze. The light blue walls were littered in posters, photos, and banners. Next to a lesbian flag above her bed were photos of her and the two friends she was always with. Plastered around her room were covers of comics, something called Savage Starlight. There were silly math reference posters, Star Wars posters, and just about everything you would never expect from a crime fighting vigilante.

Her laptop was left open, and a few clicks and an easy password guess later, the screen unlocked to Ellie’s web browser. Her search history made your brows furrow. You expected to find “How to buy weed NYC” or “porn” at the very least.

Search: Is there more than one Black Widow?

Search: Natasha Romanoff history

Search: The Red Room

Search: Dreykov The Red Room

Search: Dreykov Russia

Search: Black Widow Assassins

Search: Natasha Romanoff Phone Number

She had been researching you. Hell, she hadn't done a very good job by the looks of it. And did she really think The Black Widow’s phone number was public information?

You grabbed a figurine from Ellie’s desk and toyed with it as you took a moment to think. Was it really worth taking the life of an innocent girl just for the sustenance of your organization? Was it even your organization? It's not like you could remember how you got there. It's not like you remembered your family, or your friends, or what it was like to have them… It wasn't so bad if you didn't really have anything to compare it to, right?

A soft pressure around your ankles made you look down. Silky webbing coated your boots.

“Sit down,” her voice came from near the window. You turned as much of your body as you could and watched as Ellie gestured to her desk chair. With no choice but to oblige, you sat. She webbed your arms to the armrests, not taking any chances.

She spun the chair to face her direction and then leaned back against the window.

“What do you want with me?” She inquired, green eyes searing into yours.

“I told you. My mission is to-”

“No. If you were going to kill me, I’d be dead already.” Good point.

You broke eye contact and looked around her room dramatically. “Cute room. I like the flag.”

“Tell me what you want with me,” she said, stalking closer to your chair. “I’m not asking this time.”

“What happened to the ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman’ I met? Do you rest all your guests like this?” You quipped.

“Yeah? Well, forgive me if I’m not so friendly to the one who tried to kill me, has been stalking me for weeks, and broke into my apartment.”

You roll your eyes.

Her large hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to look in her eyes.

“Roll your eyes one more time and see what happens,” she growls. “Now tell me.”

You jerk your jaw away and kick her in the stomach, enough time for you to effectively sever the webs around your wrists and ankles.

“Fuck, I forgot about those,” Ellie says under her breath as she webs her bedroom door completely shut and stands in front of the window to block your exit.

“Move,” you demand.

“Nope.”

“Move. Or this won't end well for either of us.”

“Nah, I think I’ll just stay right here ‘till you tell me what you want with me.”

You charged her, attempting to throw her to the side and leap through the window she entered through, but she's stronger. She's like brick as she pushes you back.

“Just let me go. I’ve made up my mind anyways. I’m done with you.”

“No can do. I’m not in the habit of letting pretty girls who try to kill me go so easily,” she said, and you felt your cheeks heating up. She webbed the window shut and sat down in her bed, gesturing to her desk chair again. “Come on. I just want to know what your people want with me. Then you can go, I promise.”

You knew it wouldn't hurt to tell her. You'd have to go on the run from Dreykov anyways. Rip your tracker out and all. So you sat and watched as she reached into a drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a pack of peanut M&Ms.

“Want some?” She asked as she peeled it open. You shook your head and she shrugged. “More for me, then.”

“What do you want to know?” You asked.

“Start from the beginning.”

You cleared your throat. “I was given the mission to find you and-”

“No. I get that part, I’m not stupid. I want to know how this happened to you. And how I can help you out of it."

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lueurjun · 8 months

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neighbours to lovers! jake sim.

neighbour!jake x reader! in which jake sim has been in love with you from the minute he set his eyes on you. thank u so much for your support<3

OKAY LEMME TAKE A MOMENT TO GATHER MYSELF

because NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR JAKE???

WHO HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU WERE KIDS?

dead. cant breathe.

his family and your family obviously know each other well

and i see his house as being ‘the spot’ during your childhood where all the neighbourhood kids used to play

he had these monkey bars in his backyard that everyone always wanted to play on

but jake always made sure you got to go on them first

#whipped

#nineyearoldrizz

brace yourselves

are you braced?

i’m not sure you’re braced

… HE WAS YOUR FIRST KISS

i know!! so cute right?

fighting back tears rn

you were only eleven so you didn’t really think much of it. he was your first kiss and you were fine with that

jake on the other hand?

he still thinks about it

in fact, that’s one of the scenarios he thinks of to help him get to sleep

boy is hopelessly in love

and everyone knows it too

like he denies it but everyone just knows

because he will drop anything just to do you the smallest favour

“hey jake, are you busy? i could really use your help watering my parents flowers?”

jake, who is in fact busy, “nope. not at all. never. give me that watering can.”

i repeat: w h i p p e d

cant blame him tho. you’re the embodiment of warmth, the personification of excellence. you are simply amazing.

i got more rizz that jake just sayin… ;D

despite knowing you for so long, he still gets all tongue tied whenever you’re around

and you’re just clueless

a perfect little dumbass

no matter how many times your family and friends — and even HIS family and friends — try to tell you, you’re convinced he’s just being friendly

because boys like jake don’t like people like you

you’re not enough for him. and he’s certainly not attracted to you

keep thinking like that. i dare u. i’m outside of your house. ur perfect! MWAH MWAH. take all my love pls

in true neighbours to lovers fashion, your bedroom window faces his

#youbelongwithmecore

and sometimes like the little creep that you are, you peek inside of his room to see if he’s there

unbeknownst to you, little jakey poo does the exact same thing

soulmates fr

twins asf

people that creep on each other, end up with each other

i do not condone staring into your crushes bedroom. do not do that. you may get arrested… but if you do send me your mug shot, i bet u look adorable! KIDDING IM TOTALLY KIDDING PLS DONT GET ARRESTED

anywhooo, one particular night you peek into his room

at the exact same time as him

cue that spiderman meme where they’re just pointing at each other

you both just kinda freeze

staring at each other

because now what? you’ve both caught each other out

eventually, you shuffle forward and open your window which coaxes jake to do the same

the confidence comes naturally because it’s only jake, you know him like the back of your hand

tho ur screaming on the inside because a) you’re embarrassed and b) JAKE WAS STARING INTO YOUR ROOM WHICH MEANS HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU

it’s almost like he’s in love with u or sumn idk

“are you stalking me, sim?”

his cheeks go bright red and he kinda starts spluttering

“i—no. i promise i wasn’t—i-“

well. that was disappointing. you kinda hoped he’d keep up with your flirty banter

“it’s okay jake, i was doing the same thing.”

honest icon. you truly can do no wrong

even more spluttering. even more blushing

because YOU???? WERE WATCHING HIM??

bro loves stalkers. IM KIDDING ILY

anyways there’s something about the atmosphere

and to jake, it just seems right to say what’s on his mind

which leads to him sitting with his feet hanging out of the window and the darkest shade of red on his cheeks

“i still think about that kiss.”

did u hear me scream?

your mind goes blank

because what tf does that mean?

the kiss?? THE KISS? THE FIRST KISS???

HE STILL THINKS ABOUT THAT???

he can’t look you in the eyes, choosing to fiddle with his fingers instead

and you just stand there dumbfounded

bby talk to him before i lose my mind

when you don’t say anything, jake scrambles back into his room which kinda snaps you out of your trance

his fingers are itching to close the window

“i’m kinda upset that you’ve never come back for seconds”

i literally have a lambo and nine mansions

marry me rn

now it’s jakes turn to be speechless

bro is FLABBERGASTED

“oh.” 🧍🏻

“oh?”

“oh.”

this is painful. it’s 5:30 am rn cut me some slack

you have this poor boy breaking out into a rash from stress

and it worsens when you grab your coat and demand for him to meet you outside

like the true gentleman, he doesn’t leave you waiting long and almost falls flat on his face trying to get through the door

what a loser. i love him

he shuffles towards you, hands in his pockets and a look that says he’s absolutely terrified

are you gonna slap him? tell him you never want him to speak to you again?

“look, i’m sorry if i overstepped—“

“are you gonna give me my kiss i’ve been waiting for or not?“

it’s then that he notices that you’re both in the exact same spot as you were all those years ago when the first kiss happened

literally giggling and kicking my feet rn

“a-are you sure?”

and those are the exact words he uttered the first time too

he was as nervous as he was back then, perhaps even more so this time around

because this isn’t an innocent childhood kiss

you’re grown now. it’s different

in true y/n fashion, you start to lose patience

so you trust your gut and you grip onto his shirt, tugging him closer giving you the perfect chance to collide your lips with his

jake’s hands waft around in stress until they finally settle on your waist and he gains enough confidence to pull you somewhat closer to him

i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend.

the kiss is a thousand times better than the first

it's passionate and sentimental, full of longing and tenderness. it’s everything and more.

pulling away is almost a chore as you rest your head against his.

“i could get used to that.”

jake goes to respond, a breathless chuckle ghosts your lips when suddenly a wolf whistle cuts through the street

“AYO JAY OWS ME 20! I KNEW HE’D GROW SOME BALLS EVENTUALLY”

sunghoon, the neighbour across the street who also happens to be jake’s best friend, is leaning out of his window.

that definitely should have ruined the moment but you were far too wrapped up in the bliss of having jake so close to you, that nothing could ruin the happiness you felt

not even sunghoon and his idiocy.

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starhrtz · 10 months

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╭﹕🕸️ ｡♡・hey lover!

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — spiderman!xiao bf headcanons

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — maybe ooc xiao // brief mentions of wounds // a bit suggestive at paragraph 14?

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — i feel like I'll be doing this for all the anemo boys ngl, i tried making this long :3

spiderman!xiao who never wanted you to find out about him being spiderman. You only found out when he webbed you by your waist when his tingle told him you were going to fall down the stairs.

spiderman!xiao who wished he told you sooner about his alter ego. The way you would gently tend his wounds made him flustered and shiver just from your touch.

he would often winced when you applied the ointment on his wounds, but he would never let out any noise wanting to be seen as a hero in your eyes.

spiderman!xiao who loves swinging both of you to a random rooftop to see the sunset or the starry sky, a smile tugged on his lips as he saw how amazed you were just by the view of the sky.

spiderman!xiao who hated how your dates would always be cut short because of some villian of the week disrupting the city's peace, he would often try and defeat the villian as fast as he could wanting to be in ur embrace soon.

on rare nights, he might miss the dates that both of you had planned. You understood it was due to his duties but your heart did sting though the next morning that sadness was replaced with surprised as you opened your doorstep to see a giant plush toy infront of you with the note 'from your friendly neighbourhood spiderman'.

spiderman!xiao who likes to doodle you inside his notebook while in school, of course he only does it when both of you don't share classes. His doodle was mostly him drawing how you looked last night or what you were wearing, he'll also try and sneak in his spidersuit colours inside as a small little touch.

hu tao found out he often went to an abandoned train station to spray paint and she found he actually spray painted many moments between you and him. (she was only there because she was ghost hunting.)

spiderman!xiao who likes to visit you at night, wanting to be in your embrace or perhaps to steal you away for the night to show you a new place he had found.

spiderman!xiao who spends more time at your house than his actual home, his excuse was that your window had a clearer view of the city so he could see the crime easily while protecting you. (he's a horrible liar.)

he'll also come to your home late at night, wanting to sleep in the comfort of your arms or use you as his personal pillow. When you wake up, you could either find your legs being tangled with xiao's or smell something delicious coming from your kitchen where you could find your boyfriend cooking breakfast for you.

spiderman!xiao who at first didn't want to swing with you in his arms, afraid of dropping you but please don't be afraid to tell him if he left bruises on your hips because of his grip... The last thing he wants is you injured especially if he is the one who caused you pain.

spiderman!xiao who gets flustered whenever you try on his suit, to him it made you even more attractive in his eyes.

one time, you accidentally used his web shooters to pin him to the wall... Instead of being angry, he was really flustered and found it rather hot of course he'll never tell you. He'll keep it a secret as long as he lives not wanting to be teased by it.

spiderman!xiao whos favourite memory was when both of you had a spiderman kiss (where he was upside down with his mask tugged above his mouth)

spiderman!xiao who says you're the reason why he is still spiderman, you're the one who keeps him going and you're the one who makes him see the brighter side of things.

#astronetwrk #xiao x reader #xiao x you #spiderman xiao #xiao headcanons #xiao fluff #genshin xiao x reader #xiao modern au #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin xiao #★ — writing

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wreckmyimage · 1 year

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hi! i saw your post about jack as spider-man/peter parker i was wondering if you could maybe write one?? i feel like he fits so well ❤️

spider boy, king of thieves ✦ ethan landry

summary: Ethan Landry as spider-man.

warnings:

NOTES! thank you sm for the request! i love the idea as jack / ethan as spiderman <3 can probably be read as gn reader !!!

shall i make this a series? (i need an excuse to write sooo)

♪ karma by taylor swift / masterlist / series masterlist

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It had been the same for months now, Spider-Man enters your apartment, gets patched up by you, and then swings his way out your window with unsaid words.

But you didn’t know anything about him. All you knew was that he was the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. You wanted to know more about him.

Every night, you awaited for the familiar knock on your window.

Hell, you even stayed up for him. You liked the fact you could talk to him and he’d talk back with you in a actual conversation. Your friends never done that. But he did, he listened.

So you waited, like every other night for his knock, and eventually you heard it, which made you basically leap off your mattress to your window which was covered with your curtain.

You didn’t hesitate to move the fabric aside and open the latch to your window.

You see the masked vigilante waiting there, “Hey,” You greet him as you open your window further, letting him in.

“Hi.” He nods, clutching his side.

“What happened this time?” You ask, your eyes dripping in concern as you eyer his slightly slumped figure.

“Long story.”

“I have time.” You nod for him to sit on your bed, “Let me patch you up, too.”

“I promise you it’s not that bad.” He tries to assure you but you wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t care, I don’t want you swinging around New York with a kidney popping out.”

If you could see his face, he definitely screwed a face at that, “I don’t have a kidney popping out.”

“I don’t care, sit.” You point to him, then your comforter as you go through to your bathroom, but then you pop your head back in the door, “I swear to god, if you bleed out on my bed you will have a kidney hanging out.”

Spider-Man just nods, seemingly to be intimidated at your words.

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graneymar · 1 year

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u and kylian are childhood friends and you and neymar are talking or whatever but kylian doesn’t know

#1. NEYBAPPÉ: JUST A FRIEND

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRINGS: Kylian x female reader friendly, Neymar x female reader romantically

"Where are you? Want to come over and watch a movie?", Kylian asked me through text. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of an excuse. Neymar sat down on the couch next to me, handing me another glass of wine, "Is anything wrong?" I sighed and pointed at my phone screen. Keeping my 'situationship' with Neymar a secret from my best friend felt like torture to me.

Kylian and I used to tell each other everything, we were like each others diaries. We grew up in the same neighbourhood and went to kindergarden and school together. He actually was like big brother to me. Back when I got bullied in school, he would always stick up for me. Whenever someone talked badly about me he'd make them shut up instantly. Sometimes he was a little too overprotective though. After I broke up with my first boyfriend of two years and Kylian found out he cheated on me, he made sure he would regret hurting me - by breaking his nose. I kind of had a thing for 'bad boys', which always led to me suffering from heartbreak and lovesickness. Since Kylian viewed me as his little precious sister he had to take care of, he slowly started hating every guy that I only laid my eyes on. I understood he was afraid I'd get hurt again, but he loved to exaggerate.

Neymar and I first met each other at Kylians birthday party and it simply clicked the very moment our eyes met. After that, the three of us would go out for dinner, attend parties or just relax at home every now and then. I always had a crush on Neymar, but I never told anyone, not even Kylian.

One night, Neymar and I accidentally bumped into each other at a club. I wasn’t able to find my friend I came with and I had more than enough drinks anyway, so he refused to let me go home alone and decided to go with me. Long story short, we ended up in bed and from that day on, we had our little 'situationship' going. Yes, of course I was developing feelings, but Neymar kept giving me mixed signals, so I assumed it wasn’t anything too serious for him. I was scared of Kylian finding out because I knew he would kill us, especially Neymar if I ended up getting hurt.

"Just don’t reply. I mean he doesn’t have to know where you are and what you are doing 24/7", Neymar shrugged it off and started playing the show we were watching. He was right, but I still felt bad for 'breaking' my best friends trust.

Drinking a few more glasses of wine, Neymar and I completely forgot about the show and were all over each other again. "Let’s go to the bedroom", he said as he pulled away, but continued to kiss my neck. I was sitting on top of him, his large hands running up and down my body. Right when I was about to get off of him after sharing one more kiss, the door bell rang. Neymar rolled his eyes. "Who the fuck…", he groaned annoyed, walking up to the door as he tried to hide the huge bulge in his pants. I sunk into the sofa, hoping we could continue where we stopped fast enough. "Hey man", I heard a familiar voice greeting him. No no no no. I jumped up, looking around to find a place to hide in, but Neymars furnishings were too simple. I couldn’t even run to hide in another room without getting noticed. My heart raced as I heard the footsteps getting closer. Fuck. "Kylian, bro, I'm not…", Neymar started, but Kylian entered the room before he could even finish, "… alone." Finishing his sentence was more than unnecessary because Kylian already stood a few metres away from me, looking at me in disbelief and confusion. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and threw Neymar an angry look. He just shrugged, meaning he couldn’t do anything about it. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" I swallowed hard, unable to find a reasonable explanation. Kylian pouted and nodded slowly, noticing our wine glasses. "I guess it’s not the first time. Is this the reason you two have been so busy lately?" I tried to answer but I was lost for words. Not only have we kept our 'affaire' a secret from him, but we absolutely neglected him too. "Take your stuff, Y/N, I'll drive you home", Kylian said, making me shake my head from right to left and repeating the action. "I- I don't want to go home." His eyes widened. "I understand you only want what’s best for me and you’re trying to protect me from getting hurt, but I am a grown woman and got to make my own decisions and if I want to stay with Ney tonight, I will. There’s nothing you can do about it, I'm sorry." Neymar softly but proudly grinned at me. Kylian breathed in and out heavily. He was obviously disappointed and mad. "Y/N, could you leave us alone for a minute? I think we should talk about it", Neymar said. I sighed loudly walking out.

I was relieved, their conversation seemed to go well, both of them speaking calmly and quiet, but a few minutes in, Kylian raised his voice, "You don't know understand, Neymar! She has been so hurt so many times, I don't want to see her suffer because you take advantage of her and end this whole thing once you get bored!"

"No, you don't understand! It’s not just sex! I- I like her, I really do. I just didn’t figure out how to tell her yet", Neymar replied, lowering his voice at the last part. I literally forgot how to breathe, my heartbeat stopped for a moment. Kylian remained silent, but chuckled a few seconds later. "Are you telling me my two best friends are probably dating in near future?" Neymar whispered something, I couldn’t tell what it was, all I heard was Kylians laughter getting louder. "Are you done?", I asked entering the living room. Kylians wide grin expressing his amusement, Neymar looked somewhat uncomfortable. Before standing up, Kylian patted Neys shoulder, but he slapped his hand away in embarrassment. "You know what, you’re right. You’re a smart, strong woman and don’t need me to protect you from everything and everyone anymore", Kylian hugged me tightly, "Just don’t forget about the other sort of protection, yeah?“ He winked and laughed as he let go of me. "Shut up", I gasped.

"Have fun", were his last words before waving us goodbye and leaving the apartment.

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v4mpgutz · 5 months

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Call It What You Want, Ethan Landry [ DRABBLES ]

— you don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?

ethan landry spiderman au mini fics !

note: this au isn't based off of the original peter parker story its just ethan with the core 4 + anika, quinn and you ! basically everything is the same as scream 6 except no ghostface (wayne is still an asshole and richie is still dead) ... totally didn't reference scooby-doo, not at all.

warnings ! — ethan has attachment issues, mentions of violence but not descriptive, blood and mild gore, petnames (baby, angel)

you discovering that ethan was your friendly neighbourhood spiderman wasn't exactly intentional.

-> you live in the apartment directly next to chad and ethan's, making fast friends with them when you moved in which was a relief to you. one night, ethan is all bloodied up from fighting some amateur villian and he accidentally swings himself onto your fire escape — not paying full attention as he bleeds out.

he grunts as he lands, panting and whining softly as the pain starts to kick in. shit, that hurts more than he thought. he slowly opens the window, climbing inside. your eyes are wide open as you lay in your bed, thinking someone just broke in. you struggle to hide a gasp when you watch as spiderman leans against your wall, his eyes rolling around lazily as he struggles to keep them open.

you go to get up from your bed, to help him, when he takes off his mask. immediately, your concern doubles as you see the face you loved so dearly.

"ethan?!" you exclaim and rush over to him, helping him onto your bed

he laughs, drowsy, "woahhh! this isn't my apartment!" he giggles before his eyes shut and hes unconscious.

you examine his body and realise he's bleeding in quite a few places, cuts and bruises being evidence of a nasty fight between someone who clearly had a weapon.

you patch him up and let him stay the night, explaining how he got there when he wakes up the next morning.

"wait so—" he panics, eyes wide.

"yes, i know you're spiderman," you sigh. "don't worry, i can keep a secret," you whisper with a wink, holding a finger to your lips and kissing it gently.

ethan landry who is so terrified when you start dating because what if some lunatic finds out he's dating you and tries to take you hostage?

-> "i'm just worried about you, angel," he huffs in frustration when he discourages you from going out with your friends again.

you look annoyed, your brows furrowed. "you don't trust me?" you ask before scoffing, "unbelievable!"

he frowns and walks over to you from where he was sitting on your bed and sighs, wrapping you in a hug. he leaves a gentle kiss behind your ear and whispers to you softly, "i don't want someone to take you."

you go to protest again before realising this wasn't coming from ethan landry, econ student — it was coming from ethan landry, spiderman.

you pull away a little, hands on his shoulders as you look into his eyes. "hey, i'll be okay," you reassure him with a kiss to his cheek.

"and if you're not?" he asks, eyes watery as his voice cracks.

"then i know you'll be there to save me."

ethan landry who takes you on late-night swings throughout the city.

-> "ethan, if you drop me i swear to god!" you yell. he's holding you tight to him with one arm as you hold on for dear life and he's using the other to sling webs from building to building.

"i'm not gonna drop you, baby," he laughs as he plants the both of you down on the roof of some random apartment building.

you smack him on the shoulder and cross your arms, looking away from him. he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist as he hugs you from behind, pulling his mask up just enough to show his lips before he kisses the back of your neck gently.

he rests his head on your shoulder, seeing you fight off a smile as he moves a hand up to turn your jaw towards him.

he pulls his mask completely off, holding it in his hand as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, mumbling against them.

"only a fool would drop someone like you."

dropping this here now hehehaha, might make a full oneshot from this bc i love spiderman ethan

#— river's sticky notes ✩˚｡⋆#ethan landry #fanfic #writers on tumblr #scream 6 #x reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry angst #angst #spiderman #spiderman au

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Anomaly

Description: You’re doing your usual thing running around saving people, being the friendly neighbourhood Spider that people expect you to be. When you stumble across a goblin that is definitely not from your world. Characters: Gwen Stacy, Y/N , Your Aunt (A/N)

It was another day for you as you swung around, everybody down below yelling out waving at you as you slipped pass them. You stopped suddenly at a water tower and crouched down ready to eat the lunch you had pre packed yourself and stuck to the water tower once you returned from chasing down some bad guys who decided to rob a bank in broad daylight. You had to give it to them for attempting to do that knowing full well you would show up and take them down as you always did.

You sat down on the edge of the water tower legs daggling, with your mask half up as you took a big bite of your sandwich. You watched the kids in the street below playing soccer in the middle of the road baron and empty, the train went by your head as you took in the familiar sounds smiling to yourself. What wasn’t familiar to you though was a loud beeping going off next to you. Springing into action you leapt from the water tower with your back pack and sandwich still in hand taking another bite. A green man wearing a suit on a hovering machine was in front of you cackling as he prepared to throw another bomb.

Taking one more bite of your sandwich you pulled your mask down, threw your bag to the closest wall again sticking it as you dodged another one of those bombs. Your Spidey sense ringing as it missed you but started to fall below to the children who had now stopped playing their game and were looking up towards you and this masked man in front of you.

Your web flew down catching the bomb, using your momentum you threw it back towards the goblin who hit it up towards the sky another eruption going off.

“Look I don’t know who you are and I’ve got to say I wasn’t expecting to see this today, but I have to get back to my studies and I really don’t have time for this today” You said as stood tall on the water tower, or what was left of it.

“Where am I?!” He screamed at you, you were taken back by what he said.

“What do you mean? This is New York?” You said shooting him confused looks under your own mask.

“This looks nothing like New York, is this a joke?” He said, with a step on his glider he took off towards you, spikes coming out of his glider at the front, you leaped up once again avoiding his glider, you shot a web between his legs sticking as he dragged you behind.

“That was a much better idea in my head” You said, he flew over a flock of pigeons and you already knew what was coming.

“Oh no” Sure enough the pigeons all stuck themselves to you, one landing promptly on top of your head leaving a nasty surprise for you later which you watched drip down your spider eyes.

“Ugh gross” You said throwing the rest of it off. You shot another web and pulled yourself closer to the man hitting his back and knocking him off his glider. Before he managed to hit the ground you shot another web saving him in the process and then landing next to him.

“Stop please don’t hurt me” He said cowering in the corner, his demeanour changed, no longer did he have that evil aura about him. You crouched down next to him gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Woah hey sorry about that, look you were trying to kill me so my Spidey fight or flight mode switched. Let me help you what’s your name?”

“Norman Osborne” He said looking at you with fair stricken in his eyes.

“Norman Osborne, the billionaire scientist?” You said, he nodded his head agreeing. You let go of the mans shoulder and stood up facing out of the alley you guys had landed in.

“Norman’s been dead now for 5 years, there’s no way this mans…” before you could finish your sentence you felt a sharp pain between your ribs and strong arm wrapped around your neck.

“You’re just as weak as the other Spider-Man I’ve fought” Other Spider-Man? This man had experience, so he must be from another dimension your eyes go wide. You grabbed his hand wrapped around your neck and threw him over your shoulder down the alley, he went to grab his glider a few feet away, you tried stopping him and shot your web but your vision became hazy. You looked back down at your side and saw a knife sitting out of it.

“that’s not supposed to be there” You said, you knelt down to the ground feeling weaker every second, before you passed out though you saw a figure land in front of you, and all you could think of was teal ballet shoes.

You began to gain consciousness once again. You were no longer in the alley but in a strange room you had never seen before, you sat up slowly taking in your surroundings. You were bare from the neck down noticing your mask was still on but the rest of your clothes had been taken off. As you started recollecting your memories you remembered the guy in the alley and went to stand up only to take a fall.

“woah there soldier stand down” Came a soft sweet voice, you looked up and saw the same ballet shows you saw before you passed out completely.

“It was you” You said gesturing to her shoes, she lift her legs gently staring at her shoes with a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know what that means but yes here I am” You sat up on the ground wincing and holding your side, you looked up at your saviour only to see a spider-woman? Her white suit looked amazing you had 50 million questions coming through. Before you could ask any of them your stomach grumbled and you remembered you only had a quarter of a sandwich before that guy came over at attacked you.

She giggled a little and you knew you wanted to hear that sound again. She handed you your bag which had the other sandwiches and you began to scarf them down.

“Nsh to bef rufe buf whf are yof” She looked at you and you could imagine a confused look under the mask, you swallowed down your food, took a massive chug of water and looked back at her.

“Sorry, what I mean to say was do I get a name for the person who saved me?” You asked standing up gently, winching again at the throb that was coming from your side.

“Ahhhhh my name is Ghost Spider, but I guess you can call me Gwen” She took off her hood and you were not expecting her to look anything like that under her hood.

“Gwen, hey, I’m y/n” You took off your mask and watched her face look shocked, she tried to compose herself quickly but it was too late you had noticed.

“Okay well since your much better now, I have to go and catch this guy” She put her mask back on and flew out the window thwhipping away. You ran towards the window about to run after her but looking back down at your ribs you noticed your super healing hadn’t kicked in just yet.

You made your way back home on foot, as it hurt to use any of your limbs. You slid up to your apartment and were greeted with your Aunt.

“Where have you been!?” She yelled as you walked in the door. You gave her a sorry look and walked over to her.

“Sorry A/N I got held up doing some Spider stuff” You said throwing your back pack on the couch and sitting down, another twang of pain going through your body, you lift up your shirt and she gasped.

“Quick to my lab” You ran towards her lab she had stashed in your apartment, one thing you loved about your Aunt apart from the fact that she knew and was so supportive of the Spider-Man stuff was that she was an expert in the health department, which she tried teaching you so you could pick up her mantle. As soon as you entered the lab she pushed you onto the bed and go to work.

“This isn’t good Y/N” She said as she looked at the wound, your body not healing was the biggest red flag for her.

“Okay I’m going to get some of the Spidey serum we have at the moment, hopefully that will multiply your Spidey cells and kick them into over drive to work and start healing you” You nodded as she ran over to her makeshift fridge and pulled out a serum that was a mixture of blue and red. She walked over to you, with the serum in a needle ready to inject.

“This is highly experimental I don’t exactly know what’s going to happen” You nodded at her.

“I have full faith in you A/N” You said grabbing her hand, you laid flat on the bed, she grabbed the needle and plunged it into your arm. As soon as she injected it you began screaming.

“I am so sorry Y/N it should be over soon” As soon as the vial was done she pulled out the needle and took a couple of steps back. The wound on your side healed almost instantly but you were still crying out in pain. Your senses were overloaded, your body convulsing. Until all of a sudden it came to a complete stop and you just laid there motionless.

Your Aunt ran up to your bedside and saw that you were conscious and attentive but was just laying on the bed breathing heavily.

“Gwen’s in trouble” You said as you quickly got off the bed, grabbed another signature Spidey suit and headed out the closest window you could find. As you shot your web out you thanked your Aunt.

“I am so sorry for leaving so quickly but a friend of mine is in trouble…” She kissed your forehead and you swung away.

As you felt the cold air brush against your skin you noticed all your senses were kicked into hyperdrive, you knew exactly where Gwen was and what was happening, long story short she was losing to the Goblin. As you began swing you felt your arms were a bit bigger, you leaped from a tall building and felt your strength much stronger than what it was before. Carrying you a couple more blocks than usual.

“Whatever that stuff was that A/N gave me I feel much stronger, I don’t know what the side effects are but I don’t care I need to save Gwen”

You came up to the docks and heard bombs going off left right and centre, you swung down to the roof trying to keep the element of surprise and saw Gwen shoved against a wall, her mask was half burned off, her body was sliced, battered and bruised. She looked so tired and out of breath. Without even thinking you swung down and kicked goblin off his glider which caused him to drop Gwen. As she dropped you shot out your web catching her hang and springing her back up to you catching her in your arms.

“Sorry I’m late” You said getting her to safety.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” She said looking at you.

“I am here to help since you helped me and I could hear where all the fighting was coming from” You said placing her down on the ground, you heard Goblin’s glider start up again and decided to take care of him.

She grabbed your hand before you could take off and pulled you back towards her.

“Be careful please, I can’t lose you again” She said sadness evident in her voice, you looked confused under your mask but gave her a thumbs up as you swung back down.

“Hey Goblin, lets finish off what we started” You yelled out trying to get his attention. His evil maniacal laugh came from the shadows.

“Poor little Spider caught in a web I set” His glider came out from the corner of your eye towards you with no Goblin, you jumped dodging it and shooting a web into one of the shadows. The laugh game again.

“You are all so weak, too busy caring about people and your feelings” You hear him spit out those words with venom etched in his voice.

“Everyone has a weakness Goblin, yours is that ego you have thinking your stronger than everyone because you care about no one” You said shooting your web towards another shadow, once again coming up empty handed.

He laughed once again and you closed your eyes, taking in your surroundings using only our Spidey-Sense to guide you through this fight, the glider started up again and you heard him jump on top of it. Before he could prepare his next attack you had shot your web at him on his glider, pulled yourself towards him and hit him hard. He fell off his glider and slid backwards a few feet. You webbed him up enough that he wouldn’t be able to break out of it, grabbed his glider and split it in half.

“You won’t be hurting anyone else any time soon” You said to him, you saw an orange bracelet out of the corner of your eye, you shot your web towards it and pulled it closer to yourself.

“Gwen are you okay!? Can you hear me?” You ignored the voice but made your way to Gwen who was still in the same position you left her. You sat down next to her an she let out the biggest sigh of relief when she saw you.

“This is yours by the way, I’m not too sure what it is or who it is but they really want to talk to you” You said handing her the bracelet, as you did a face appeared and they looked relief.

“Jess sorry about that he was a bit more than I could handle and he took my watch”

“That’s okay I’m just happy to see that you’re okay”

They spoke for a bit longer but you tuned them out finally taking in the day you had. You could guess from the watch who she was talking to, there’s more of you out there you thought. You smiled and stood up, Gwen watched you intently and you picked her up again.

She pushed shoved your chin causing you to drop her, you looked at her like she grew a second head. Her face was red as she stood up herself.

“I don’t need you to carry me” She said placing her hood over her face, you rolled your eyes.

“I just saved you?” She poked her tongue out at you and started to thwip away.

You followed suite catching up to her.

“Come over to my apartment” You said swinging next to her. She shot you with a web. Causing you to lose your balance and fall. You managed to get a hold of what you were doing and caught back up to her.

“Not like that! My Aunt is big on health stuff she might be able to help with your wounds and that!” You said giving her a look.

“Fine but only because his glider had some weird stuff in it and I’m not healing as quickly as I would normally”

You nodded and took the lead towards your apartment, once you arrived your Aunt was in the kitchen preparing dinner. You slid through the window into the lounge room, Gwen looked at you like you grew a second head yourself and you walked right up to your Aunt and gave her a hug.

“I’m back from saving my friend” You said grabbing some bread from the counter, your Aunt slapped your hand and you skulked away. Gwen made her way into the apartment giving you a confused look.

“She knows about me, its cool, she’s helped me out so many times” You said grabbing the same bread but with your web.

“Hey Honey! You look a bit beat up lets see what we can do for you” Your aunt said grabbing Gwen’s hand and heading towards the Lab.

“Although your wound isn’t as severe as Y/N’s this should help out slightly with the toxins in your body” She gave Gwen a drink, it looked a lot less intense from the one you had. Gwen drank the contents of the vial and immediately her wounds began to heal.

“Thanks’ A/N” She said with the biggest smile on her face, her face was immediately replaced by sorrow. Your Aunt looked at her.

“I’m assuming you already knew me before our little encounter today” Gwen nodded her head.

“In my world where I’m from we were very close” Gwen said looking at your Aunt. At this point you had headed towards the Lab to see what was taking them so long and didn’t expect these turn of events.

“I lost both of you to a freak accident, it was Prom, we were going, you were our chaperone, me and Y/N were going together” She blushed as she mentioned this, you were still hanging back wanting to leave so you didn’t over step your boundaries but you needed to hear this story. You folded your arms leaning against the wall with your eyes closed.

“One of my other friends Peter had been bullied his whole life, create a serum that turned him into a lizard to get back at the bullies. He went to attack them, and I had to go into full Spider mode. I didn’t know it was him but I stopped him, as soon as the commotion was over the roof had collapsed and it trapped us all in it. Peter didn’t make it, I went searching for you both in the rubble and saw that you both were under the rubble, no movement no nothing. My Father is the captain of the police force and tried to arrest me, ever since then I’ve just been hurting and now you’re both here” But you’re not, you’re completely different people from the people she knows. You pushed yourself off the wall and headed into the lab watching your Aunt and Gwen stand there both.

Your Aunt pulled her into a hug seeing the hurt she had been carrying all this time, you stayed back not wanting to interfere again because once again this girl you had just met this morning and she had a whole history with you.

While they were hugging a portal opened up next to her, out come Jessica Drew, the lovely lady you heard on the other end of the watch.

“Mission successful, I just snagged the Goblin from the port thanks to Hobie’s help.” Gwen looked surprised to see Jessica.

“What are you doing here!?” She asked confused, Jessica smiled and threw something towards you.

“We can always use more Talent” She said, with a smirk. “Miguel was impressed with your work and wants you to join, I wouldn’t say no by the way it’s a little hard to convince him to get people to join” As she said that a face appeared in her watch.

“No it isn’t , I took no convincing to let Y/N join, the clearly had the skills…” As Miguel kept going on about his decision Jessica disappeared into her portal and it closed.

You looked confused but Gwen held her arm up towards you and smiled. You looked towards your Aunt who rolled her eyes and pushed you towards Gwen, Gwen opened a portal and held her hand towards you.

“Y/N, You got a minute” You grabbed onto it and she pulled you through the portal.

#gwen stacy x reader #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #oneshots

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delta-hexagon · 5 months

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HEY ALL YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD HEXAGON IS HERE WITH NEWS

i now have a new patreon page up for anyone who would consider helping me achieve my life dream of creating for a living~!

its no secret that im chronically ill and disabled. i have crohns disease, anemia, chronic migraines, and all the mental baggage that comes with it, and my current living situation of working 9-5, monday to friday, with an almost hour commute each way is making my health overall worse

ive been feeling like im falling to pieces for quite some time, basically

ive opened a patreon in my pursuit of escaping Capitalism Hell for a slightly less mind numbing Capitalism Heck. if i'm going to have to make money to survive, i want to do it in a way that doesn't completely destroy my body!

right now it's just a digital tip jar, but if theres enough interest and im able to downgrade my fulltime job to a parttime one so i can dedicate more time to creating, i absolutely plan on getting something like postcards or physical goods up and running again

if youre interested in donating but dont want it to be a recurring thing, i also have a ko-fi:

thank you for reading and stars bless, traveler~!

#patreon #ko-fi #crowdfunding #im gonna do it im gonna make an attempt to get out of Capitalism Hell #any reblogs would be appreciated!!#i know its not a lot now but i have lots of plans for the future

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magewritesstories · 1 year

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your instagram while living in the tomholland!spiderman universe

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thereal.y.n @spiderman.offcial. thanks for returning my bike!

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→ the_amazing_flash he really is the best → thereal.y.n for once we agree flashlight

→ mystery.jones how did you lose that thing in the first place, idiot? → thereal.y.n HEY goldfish memory is a real problem y’know!

→ spiderman.offcial. no problem @threal.y.n just doing my job as the friendly neighbourhood spiderman! → mystery.jones i didn’t know space counted as “the neighbourhood” → TheGuyInTheChair dude havent you been to space??

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thereal.y.n. who needs a valentine when you’ve got a @mystery.jones?

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→ TheGuyInTheChair you guys went to the beach without us?! → thereal.y.n sorry ned it was a girls only trip, we’ll got Moira’s tmr promise

→ the_amazing_flash your only saying that bc you were sad and lonely on valentine’s day → mystery.jones it’s you’re* @the_amazing_flash

→ _peter_parker_ i thought you got a secret rose? → thereal.y.n oh yeah i almost forgot abt that

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thereal.y.n @spidermanofficial what do you think abt my new shoes?

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→ TheGuyInTheChair you finally finished them? → thereal.y.n no, ned this is a fake pic...

→ spiderman.official i love them, 10/10

→ the_amazing_flash where did you get those???? → thereal.y.n wouldn’t you like to know thotson

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thereal.y.n this is going to be the best summer vacation ever, also look at my pretty boys, @_peter_parker_ and @TheGuyInTheChair ❤️

→ TheGuyInTheChair i still can’t believe you’re planning on surviving the entire summer vacation on one suitcase

→ _peter_parker_ awww thank you ❤️ → thereal.y.n just speaking the truth babes ❤️ → the_amazing_flash get a room → the real.y.n get a personality

→ mystery.jones i still can’t believe you talked me into going to disneyland

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Loving Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: Bonus scenes from Won The Goalie, a continuation of Score A Goalie.

This is part of the Christmas Challenge with a squad of absolutely amazing writers, with @nytb being the absolute dream and organising this fun time, thank you! Check out @putellas11 for the previous fic in the line-up, whilst you can find the next fic with @footygirl114 coming up soon!

🎄🎁 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! 🎁🎄

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The flight from New York to Barcelona was long, especially with the delays and cold weather. You ended up spending a long chunk of time staring out the window through half-open eyes, clad in one of Clàudia’s hoodies, pining for her. Leaving the arrivals section of the airport, rolling your suitcase behind you as you glanced around, eventually spotting Patri holding up a sign with a smirk, whilst Clàudia snuck up on you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hi, bebé.” You cooed, melting in exhaustion but full of love as you snuggled into your girlfriend outside the airport.

With you having arrived back in Spain in the middle of the night, Patri retired to her room quickly, ready to go to sleep again, whilst you followed Clàudia to her room, curling up under the bed sheets with her.

Patri didn’t expect to end up sitting on your spine as she plopped down on the couch the next morning, wondering why the couch was so uncomfortable until she heard muffled Spanish for ‘get off my back!’

“¿Qué? Why are you on the couch?”

“Clàudia’s on a work call… and I’m jetlagged… can you get off me, por favor?” You grumbled, rolling off the couch onto the floor as Patri stood up.

“Now you’re up, your girlfriend mentioned you make good… pancakes?” Patri tried out the word on her tongue, watching as you frowned for a moment before nodding.

“Sure, I can make pancakes. Where’s your frying pan?” You enquired as Patri led you to the kitchen, not realising that Clàudia had finished her call and was now watching you and Patri make breakfast.

“Buenos días mi amor.” You smiled as you spotted Clàudia eventually, the forward/midfielder revealing herself once the test pancake was over and done with, but she kept her phone out as Patri made gagging noises to tease you both.

Your Atleti teammates ended up seeing two different tiktoks later on in the day, one on Clàudia’s account of you and Patri making pancakes, before you ended up spotting her and the video ended with Patri getting a pancake to the face after teasing you and Clàudia. However your tiktok was a little bit different, turning into a pancake tutorial whilst Patri danced to music that didn’t fit what you picked for the tiktok, and Clàudia hugged you from behind, watching you watch the pancake. The caption of your video made your Atleti teammates chuckle though. Carmen had even texted you, asking if pancakes were the only thing you knew how to cook.

‘How many Barça players does it take to make breakfast? None, you need an Atleti player.’

“Hey, babe, where’s your- found it! You might want to put whoever’s sock in the laundry, it’s covered in dust, just like your games console… you sure you’re okay with me playing Spider-Man on it?” You double-checked as Clàudia grimaced at the sock, flicking it towards Patri’s face, as the midfielder was laying on the couch, watching you both.

Patri let out a laugh as the sock hit her in the face, removing it to spot how Clàudia had curled up in your lap like a cat as you got the games console working. You were staring at your instagram for a moment as you waited, spotting the uploads from Atleti which included Lola, Merel and Carmen in Atleti festive jumpers, with Merel between Lola and Carmen. You chuckled into Clàudia’s shoulder at the tinsel around Carmen’s and Lola’s necks, before you glanced up, seeing the console was up and running.

“Sorry but I’m changing the system language for now, I don’t know enough Spanish to save New York as your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” You announced, but Patri and Clàudia were too busy watching the video game introduction cutscene, and how you slowly figured out the controls and started web-slinging around New York by yourself.

“Underestimate me. That'll be fun. In fact, I dare you, underestimate me, you'll regret it.” You murmured to yourself, not realising how much Patri was trying to hold back her laughter as Clàudia shifted in your lap, blocking the TV as her nose brushed yours.

“Bebé, you are threatening the TV.”

“I’m threatening Kingpin, but yeah… I’m threatening the TV…” Quickly hitting pause on the videogame, you pressed your lips to Clàudia’s, her hands around your shoulders before a sock hit you in the back of the head.

“Rude, Guijarro!”

You ended up playing Spider-Man for a little longer until a knock at the door had Patri getting up to go answer it, since Clàudia was more than happy not to move, snuggled into you. You had missed Clàudia whilst in New York, and she had missed you when she had stayed in Spain, later admitting she wished you two could have been together on New Year’s Eve at least.

“I wish I could have been kissing you at midnight, as the fireworks were going off, lighting up the New York skyline…” you were cut off as Clàudia whispered a countdown in Spanish, pressing her lips to yours after uno, the two of you so distracted in each other that the sound of the door shutting went unheard, and so did the footsteps of two of your girlfriend’s teammates walking in with Patri.

“Hey! Not on the living room floor!” Patri exclaimed, making Clàudia jump whilst you fell backwards, almost hitting your head on the coffee table but Clàudia cupped the back of your head with her hands, leaning over you as you let out a breath, gazing up at her.

You were so distracted by Patri that you almost misheard the Spanish that came out of Aitana’s mouth about Patri being a third wheel in her own home. Clàudia was busy playfully glaring at her and Laia when your girlfriend realised you knew what Aitana had said, and watched as your face fell.

There were many reasons that when you stayed over in Barcelona in your free time that you didn’t try to impose within the home that Patri and Clàudia shared, which explained why Clàudia had stayed in Madrid with you post-Euros. You lived alone, you had no roommates to make uncomfortable with any public displays of affection, although Patri just loved to tease you both instead.

“I got you something, whilst I was in New York…” you whispered into the darkness later that night, Clàudia shifting slightly to look at you in sleepy intrigue.

“I’ll show you in the morning, mi amor. By the way, did you see that social media post, trying to rumour me leaving Atleti for Gotham. I’m happy in Spain. I just don’t know where I’m going on loan yet. Will it bother you? If I’m further away, or end up at Real Madrid or something?” You enquired, but Clàudia kissed your forehead.

“Te amo, wherever you are in Spain, bebé.”

Waking up the next morning, Clàudia was using you as a pillow with her arms wrapped around you, the Barcelona player still asleep whilst you laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Your thoughts kept their hold on you until Clàudia’s fingers running over your bare skin caught your attention, her eyes on you with a smirk as her fingers located the raised skin of your tattoo that you got in New York.

Your mornings in Barcelona stayed this way, spending time with Clàudia, and by extension, Clàudia’s teammates when they were around, the first match back for Barcelona being on the 7th after all. A match against Sevilla, which you thought was a little ironic, since it was when Clàudia was loaned to Sevilla that you first saw her. Atleti’s first match was the day after, but you wouldn’t be present at the away game, a fact you found out about when your phone began to ring, interrupting your conversation with Clàudia and Patri as you flicked the latest pancake from the pan onto the plate and picked up the phone.

Clàudia and Patri watched as you paced up and down the kitchen, unknownst to them at first but you were on the phone with your management, asking questions as the two Barcelona players watched.

Clàudia didn’t expect you to cover your speaker, leaning forwards to kiss her on the forehead before continuing your conversation, flustering the striker as Patri began to tease her.

Luckily for you both, Patri had not seen the gift that you had brought Clàudia back from New York, because if the midfielder did see it, you knew that both of your entire teams would never stop the teasing that would follow. Clàudia didn’t care, she loved the gift you got her, and she loves you.

She was in love with a goalie. Her goalie, you were her goalie.

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