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Is this a safe space to write a fic about Stanley Pines???

Something about an old man with a criminal past 🥰

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The Injured Spider

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Peter Parker angst: Mentions of: Blood and violence :)

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“You’re going to die.” Her words hung in the air around them. 3am, He came through her window. Battered, bruised and in need of immediate medical attention. Medical attention he couldn’t receive without risking his identity so instead they sat in her studio apartment. The lamp light illuminated the current slash she was tending towards. Her fingertips stained crimson as he winced from her stitching. She’d grown accustomed to blood. The smell didn’t phase her anymore, it had come to be something she’d associated her boyfriend with.

Peter let out a small chuckle, trying to defuse the situation at hand. He wanted to avoid the conversation that statement would lead. “You should see the other guy.”

Silence followed his words. It was Interrupted by the sound of a police siren ringing out, followed by that of an ambulance. 3am In a city that never sleeps.

Static sounds came from Peters police radio. How he’d managed all this equipment evaded her, she didn’t bother to ask. She listened in, it seemed the police had it covered. His body relaxed back, shoulders slouching as he continued to let her doctor his wounds. No doubt if they’d needed him he would’ve swung off into the night. Completely ignoring his own needs, As he was known to do.

That’s what Spider-Man did. He had found himself to be more of a symbol for New York than a person. A symbol doesn’t rest, a savior doesn’t succumb to injury. Spider-Man doesn’t stop.

She let out a sigh as she fixed up the last stitch, sitting back on her knees to examine her work. The first-aid course she’d picked up after high school came in handy more and more often these days.

“You’re going to die in this suit.” She tugged her lip between her teeth when she spoke again. She stared down at her chipped red polish, at least it matched the staining underneath her nails.

Peter sighed and turned to face her. This was a conversation he’d had before. A glimpse of Gwen and him in a similar position plagued his mind. He had failed her, and it had taken him a while before he learned to love again. He couldn’t help but fall for the girl who sat opposite of him now. She’d been patient, she’d been kind, she’d been understanding before even knowing who he was. Even going as far as sweeping the cancelled dates under the rug with a smile and rescheduling.

It was easier when she didn’t know. Lying was easier. She didn’t get that furrow in her brows from worry. She didn’t chew her bottom lip from nerves while watching the news. She didn’t frown at the articles against Spider-Man. When she didn’t know, she watched with wonder as the masked hero swung by her. She didn’t look up to blow a kiss, wondering if he’d make it to their dinner reservations. He couldn’t protect her from the dangers of loving a superhero. He knew that. He had learned that before. But, If he could go back and protect her from doing so knowingly, he would.

“Someone has to protect the people.” He stated plainly. The humor in his voice from earlier disappeared. It was replaced with a solemn tone, one she couldn’t say she hadn’t heard him use before. Especially when this discussion arose.

“It has to be you?” She questioned, but she knew the answer. ‘With great power’ and all of that. She wondered if Uncle Ben had known the life he was sentencing Peter with at those final words. “You’ve done enough. Maybe it’s time now to just be Peter Parker, a student at Empire State.”

“I’m not just Peter Parker. I haven’t been in a long time.” Truth be told, he hadn’t felt like Peter Parker since he turned 15. If he’d become the spider or the spider became him, he was unsure. All he knew now was the strength he had, the responsibility he held in his hands.

“You could be.” She tried again, cupping his face in her left hand, thumb gently brushing over the yellow bruise under his left eye. “It doesn’t have to fall on you.”

“But it does fall on me. If I don’t do this, people die. Innocent people.”

“You’re an innocent person Peter.”

“If I do nothing, I’m not innocent. I’m a bystander.”

She was stunned by that. How could she argue? He was right. She hated to admit it so instead she just turned her head from him.

“I’m scared for you.” She exhaled, fighting with the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks. “I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself.”

“Then don’t.” He said the words before he’d thought them through. The implication behind the sentence suffocating them both.

A beat passed, then another. She looked back towards Peter. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” He started, pausing as he tried to think of what to say. His eyebrows fell in defeat as he reached towards her.

She shook her head and he retreated. “No, You’re right. I can’t do this. You want to kill the man I love? Do it. But, I refuse to be part of it.”

He stared at her, blinking a few times in surprise. “What?” His voice was soft, like a child being scolded. “That’s not-“ He stopped himself as he heard another siren in the distance. Peter took a breath before slipping his mask back down over his face.

“We will talk about this later.” He moved down, lifting his mask up over his lips to plant a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m Sorry.” Peter left the same way he had entered. Through the window, Following after the bright red and blue lights. He was headed towards whatever danger awaited him.

The depth of his apology wasn’t lost on her. “I know.”

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Liar

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-Angst- Gojo x Reader paring.

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Mentions of: Blood, Violence, Death. :)

*Manga Spoilers*

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How? How would one begin to fix this? He might be Satoru Gojo, but he was no God. He was as mortal as the rest, maybe harder to touch but death grasped him as fondly as it had many others in your life.

“Nah, I’d win.”

The memory was muddled in your mind, but the most important words from him rang clear.

“I’d Win.”

Your world stopped the second you heard the haunting thump of his body. Your breath hung in the air. Desperately, your lungs tried to fill themselves. They painstakingly beat against your chest as shock filled your veins.

White hot rage crawled up from your stomach, the feeling causing you to nearly double over as you reached out. You fell against the ground, palms hitting the earth instead of his familiar chest. Sobs finally crackled their way out of your constricted throat. Voice hoarse as if someone was choking you, but there was nothing around your neck. Nothing but the few little love marks that occurred when he’d been unsealed. A grim reminder of the fact that they would fade and he wouldn’t be replacing them.

The scene laid out before you was something not even your worst nightmares had the ability to conjure up. He was sliced, his body disconnected. the two parts motionless against the ground. Satoru was never one to be still, never one to rest.

“Satoru.” You stated his name in disbelief. Half expecting him to hop up with a laugh and dust himself off. This couldn’t be. He’s the strongest. He’s Satoru Gojo. He’s supposed to win. He promised he’d win. He always won.

You moved your arms first, pulling yourself to him. You placed your hands on his cheeks as the metallic scent of blood ran up into your nostrils.

You were trained for this, trained to use your cursed energy to heal. That was your job. You had to do it. You had to fix him.

“Hang on, Hang on. Please” You whispered to him, the fighting going on around you pushed to the back-burner. You had no wish to see who Sukuna would take from you next. You had no chance in a fight against him. If Satoru couldn’t do it, who could? “You- no we- still have so much to do.”

“I have to take him” Ui Ui offered nothing else, preparing to use his curse technique.

“I just got him back.” Your hands shook as you tried to stop the bleeding. Anything to hold him together, anything to give him more time. It was a delusional thought. Blood loss wouldn’t hurt him, he was already gone. You sat back on your knees, If he had any chance at all it was from Shoko’s technique. You weren’t of any use in your current state.

You had to lose him, all over again.

Before the white sheet covered him, you got a final glance at his face. The beautiful face you’d memorized. The face you’d laughed with, the face you’d argued with. The face you’d peppered with kisses afterwards. His eyes weren’t hid from you with a blindfold, but with heavy lids that wouldn’t open again.

The face you’d missed for 19 agonizing days was now the face you’d now miss for many more.

“I’d win.”

Liar.

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Thanks for reading! hope u enjoyed! this is my second writing on here so I wanted to keep it short and sweet as I’m still finding my groove. I took a few liberties with how the events played out in order to fit in the X-Reader character. Not entirely proof-read so pls ignore any mistakes. <3

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“ What do you think Satoru would be like as a boyfriend? “

It was an innocent question for Utahime to ask, her eyes glancing towards the two girls in front of her as it left her lips. A night of studying led to You, Shoko and herself burnt out, talking about everything and nothing at all. Typical girls night.

So why was that question still replaying in your head?

Shoko was the first to respond, a laugh tumbled out of her as she did. “Satoru? Really?”

“Not like that.” Utahime clarified, crinkling her nose in disgust at the thought alone. “I just mean I can’t see it. He’s popular but I don’t see him being a good boyfriend.”

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Satoru looked down at you as you walked, him on one side, Geto on the other. Something was clearly bothering you. He could tell from the way you had your eyebrows furrowed, barely spoken more than a sentence to him and Suguru at all.

“Why are you so quiet? Usually we can’t get you to shut up.” He asked, adding on the last bit to try and rile you up. Get your mind away from whatever claimed your attention. He could admit, selfishly, he wanted that attention on him.

You shook your head, his voice bringing you out of replaying last nights conversation for the time being.

“Huh? oh, just tired. Up late last night studying with Shoko and Utahime.” You replied, stretching your arms up with a forced yawn to solidify the little white lie. How could you tell him what’s bothering you?

Why does it bother you?

Satoru decided to leave it alone, shrugging his shoulders. He continued to chat along with Suguru, leaving you in your own little world for now.

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“He’s just so self centered, You know? with his ‘I’m the best’ personality.” Utahime continued, ranting about the poor qualities she found Satoru Gojo to hold. “Not to mention an asshole.”

Shoko and Utahime both looked towards you, waiting for you to chime in either with your own complaints or thoughts on the matter. Besides Suguru and Shoko herself, you hung around him most.

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It wasn’t long before you and Satoru were sat on a park bench together. Suguru had gone off to handle some low level curse, leaving you both to enjoy the daylight.

Enjoy was a strong word, It was hot. The heat wave nearly unbearable this time of year. The black school uniforms didn’t make it any easier. Uncomfortable was putting it mildly, you felt as if you might melt into the bench.

“Thirsty?” Satoru called out towards you, draping his arm around the back of the bench as he shifted his knees, clearly bored of waiting for Suguru. He noticed the tiny beads of sweat appearing on your forehead from the heat.

“Yeah, actually.” You replied, looking towards him as you did so. His sunglasses fell down his nose just a bit as he turned his own head down to meet your gaze.

“Wait here.” He stood up and walked off leaving you momentarily puzzled before he returned with two drinks from a nearby vending machine, handing you one.

It was your favorite.

You took the can from him as he plopped back down on the bench, popping it open you took a few sips. You let out a breath of contentment, the cold liquid cooling you off as it went down.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” you asked, moving to grab your wallet to pull out a couple bills in repayment.

Satoru gave an amused scoff. “You aren’t serious right?”

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“I agree he can be immature.” Shoko spoke, shrugging her shoulders, nodding her head at the next thing Utahime rattled off.

“And disrespectful,” Utahime added on, “Full blown narcissist. Don’t you agree?” Utahime looked towards you, eyebrows raised.

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Satoru and you were walking back towards the school, Suguru had sent a text to meet him back at the training grounds. The sun had finally started to set, dark clouds covering the sky giving some relief to the high heat.

“We’d better hurry, it looks like rain” You spoke, picking up your pace to match his long strides.

“Nothing I’d have to worry about” He smirked, flashing you a smug smile. “Bounce right off me.”

As if the universe heard his words, it immediately started to downpour, heavy.

“I don’t have that luxury.” You complained. The one day you didn’t carry your umbrella. the droplets quickly damped your hair, before starting to run down your face.

Satoru grabbed your arm, quickly leading you to shelter. Once you were under the overhang of the building you looked up at him. He was looking perfect as always, with his infinity figured out, the water didn’t even hit him. Clothes completely dry.

You on the other hand, hair was stuck down to your head, clothes dripping from how hard it began to pour. Your teeth chattered from standing in wet clothes in the chilled afternoon air.

Satoru let out a low whistle, shaking his head. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. You glared at him. “Shut up.”

“You’re helpless” He murmured, taking off the top of his uniform. He wrapped it around your shoulders, doing what he could in the moment to help warm you. “Use that to hold over your head when we go back out.” He stated, readjusting his undershirt. “If it doesn’t let up soon I’ll go find an umbrella.”

The rain didn’t let up, and Gojo had to return with a cheap umbrella from a nearby convenience store. In his other hand he also carried a towel.

“Dry off.” He stated, handing the towel towards you, stopping halfway. Satoru got a grin on his face and took the towel in both hands, drying you off himself while giggling like a child. purposefully messing up your hair.

“Satoru!” You yelled in frustration, snatching the towel out of his hands and using it to properly dry yourself off, trying to flatten out your hair from his games.

“Wow, this is the thanks I get?” He frowned, snatching the towel right back. He stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner.

“Here.” He shoved the umbrella into your hands, putting his own back in his pockets. He tilted his head in the direction of the school, signaling for you to start walking.

You opened up the umbrella, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Right, saved the day again.” You started walking and he followed behind.

Even with the rain falling you couldn’t help but smile.

“I think you’d be a great boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Nothing, Let’s get back to the school.”

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