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SPIDER-FIEND - chapter ii

read chapter i here!

— synopsis: whoever documented your personal altercation with spider-man was clearly out to get you.

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: cursing, classmates picking on you

— featuring: epex ayden, nmixx jiwoo, nwjns danielle

— a/n: who else missed this series !!

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ii. INTERNET FAMOUS ERA

“I heard Spider-Man spilled coffee all over you,” yet another one of your classmates tormented you over your run-in with the superhero. God damn him, you already didn’t like the guy and here he was, spilling your coffee all over you and swinging away without an apology.

“Where’d you hear that from?” you inquired, facing your classmate.

“More like where’d I see it from,” he snickered, a few more laughs being elicited from your nearby classmates.

“God damn it, Ayden,” you looked at him, annoyed, “was it eBaum’s World or YouTube?”

“YouTube. You should see it, it’s got like a thousand views right now.”

You rolled your eyes and faced the front of the classroom again.

“At least your outfit was cute,” another classmate, Jiwoo, whispered to you with a smile.

You weren’t surprised at all that there was a video somewhere. YouTube was super popular, and so was Spider-Man, so your run-in was obviously going to be uploaded. If it was anyone else, you would’ve probably laughed at the video too. But because it was you, it was a nightmare.

The one person that you really needed to vent to right now was Riki. You’d sit with him at lunch and tell him all about it, but lunch was in two periods. You weren’t sure if you could wait that long, so you sent him a text:

you : OMG

you : i am going 2 die!!!!!

You slipped your phone back into your jacket pocket and tried your best to focus on the lesson so you could retain something before class ended.

For another twenty minutes, your calculus teacher droned on about reviewing for your AP exam, which was in a month or so. You couldn’t wait to be freed from the grasps of AP classes.

The bell rung and you put your textbook, calculator, and notebook all in your backpack before rushing out into the hallway. You couldn’t take the risk of being slow. Not only was there the rush of impatient high school students, but the idea of being approached by another peer about the video was tormenting you.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. When you pulled it out, you were met with a text from Riki.

riki XD : wat happend

You pocketed your phone again as you scrambled your way to your locker with the intent of stowing away your AP calculus textbook and calculator. You quickly arrived to your locker, putting in the code.

12-09-90

You knew it was bad, but since each locker didn’t automatically come with a lock and you had to provide your own, you got to pick the code. And yeah, it was Riki’s birthday, but what other six digit code would be that easy to remember?

You shook your head at yourself, opening your locker and putting your calculator and textbook in it. You grabbed your paper bagged lunch. The mere thought of having to run back across the school before lunch bell was Hell to you, so you grabbed it now.

Once the lunch was grabbed, you took the European history textbook out of your locker and stuffed it in your bag. The lunch was put in quickly after.

You scrambled to your next period, hoping that no one would mention the video to you.

Your balloon of hope was soon popped as another classmate, Danielle, approached you. She walked up to you immediately after the teacher had said to split into partnerships to work on an assignment.

“Hey, Y/N,” Danielle started, “I saw that video. Is everything okay? I’m sure people have been bothering you all day about it.”

You were caught off guard by the remark, expecting her to be yet another person to make fun of you for the altercation.

“Yeah,” you sighed, half-smiling at her, “I guess I am.”

“Okay,” she said, looking into your eyes, “you have some serious balls for cursing out Spider-Man for what he did. He totally deserved that, that was so cool of you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Thank you, but how’d you know that I cussed him out? The only video I saw was the one on eBaum’s World, and it was just the clip of him spilling the coffee on me.”

She gasped, “OMG, have you not seen the YouTube version? It’s like a whole minute long!”

You buried your face in your hands. Not only was there the clip of him spilling coffee, but apparently there was a version with the part where you cussed him out? You worried for your future; if colleges or jobs that you’d applied to or been accepted into see that, you’re done for.

“That is so embarrassing,” you said, muffled by your hands.

“It’s not that bad,” she replied, slipping her phone out of her pocket. She hid it under the desk and unlocked her device, pulling up the YouTube website. Danielle owned a new iPhone, and to say you were nearly seething with jealousy was an understatement. You couldn’t hold it against her, though, it just seemed like all of your peer’s parents were more well off than either of yours. It probably had to do with the fact that their parents were still together. That filled you with more jealousy than not having an iPhone ever would.

Danielle clicked on the search bar, typing in the words “Spider-Man spills coffee on girl” and quickly pulling up the video to show you.

She looked up in the teacher’s direction, who was miraculously turned around at the moment, and clicked on the video, turning down her volume.

The video was simple; it was the clip of the “amazing” hero ramming into your back side, you then whipping around, and then followed by the waterfall of curses that escaped your lips. Damn, you needed to chill.

“Holy shit,” you commented, smacking a hand on your forehead, “that’s bad.”

“It’s really not that bad,” she reassured.

“It really is.”

It really was. The view count was 2,045. How you managed to break out into “fame” at age eighteen was beyond you, especially with these circumstances. You would never live this down. You hid your face in your arms and groaned.

You pulled out your phone and sent Riki a text back:

you : i need 2 show u a vid @ lunch

You slid your phone back into your pocket and laughed dryly, “Danielle, this is horrible. I’ve done a great job of staying on the down-low my entire high school career, and I was doing so well. One month until we graduate and I feel like everything I’ve worked for has blown up in my face.”

“Don’t say that,” she grabbed your hand, “it’s really not that bad. It’ll blow over soon, and by graduation, you’ll probably have forgotten all about it.”

You breathed out. This was going to be the death of you.

a/n : aaaaaa

[gloomwitchwrites]

Just Like Dad (2 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff, some humor, canon-typical swearing, Kyle is a girl dad

Word Count: 935

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

An evening of peace is interrupted when Kyle has to answer questions about what he does for a living.

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Peace is shattered.

It always is when you have a kid.

It’s not just scraped knees or melted ice cream splattered on the pavement. Sometimes, peace is shattered because your child is a feral goblin who decides disturbing your sleep is the perfectly logical thing to do.

Wearing a pink onesie, standing in the bedroom doorway with her little fist raised and clutching a thin piece of paper, you and Kyle’s six-year-old daughter is ominously backlit by the hallway light. Kyle blinks, a little stunned by the sight before him. You shift beside him, one hand reaching out to him, murmuring his name.

There are a few seconds between her sudden appearance and the leap onto the bed. She spider-crawls like a thing out of a horror movie.

“Bloody hell,” groans Kyle, pinching the bridge of his nose as his daughter perches like a gargoyle next to him.

“Daddy,” she whispers.

You are already awake, turning over onto your back with squinted eyes as you’re blasted by the bright light of the hallway.

Before you can even speak, Kyle is shaking his head, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve got this,” he groans, sitting up to turn on the bedside light. You glance at your daughter before returning to your original position.

Kyle rests his forearms on his bent knees, staring at his daughter who gazes at him with a peppy eagerness like she’s just eaten a cake heavily coated in icing. She shouldn’t have this much energy at this late hour.

“Go to bed,” says Kyle. “It’s past bedtime.”

She clutches the thin piece of paper. “I wanted to show you earlier.”

While Kyle is typically indulgent when it comes to her, he’s not feeling that way at the moment. He only wants to sleep.

“It’s late, bug,” he replies. “Tomorrow.”

She shakes her head, her tight curls bouncing slightly. “I didn’t know what to put here. You don’t talk about your job.” She points to a spot on the paper, and Kyle frowns as he peers closer.

Fuck.

It’s one of those questionaries where the child answers all these questions about themselves, and several pertain to her parents and what they do. She has left that entire section blank. Kyle understands that schools do this so that the students can build identity in their community while also making connections with classmates.

But she’s right. Kyle doesn’t talk about his job. At least not with her. You, his wife, are an entirely different story. You, the one who has been through nearly all of it, is the only person who truly knows everything. His daughter is far too young to know specifics or to fully comprehend the sheer violence of his work.

“You’re right, love. I don’t.”

“Why?” she asks automatically.

This is not a conversation he wants to be having. She needs to be in bed, and Kyle should be asleep and spooning you before he has to take this feral fiend of a daughter to school in the morning.

Kyle sighs and runs his hand over his face. “Where is this coming from?”

Her face falls slightly, and then becomes steel. “I want to be like you,” she says. “I want to grow up and be strong.”

No, babygirl. No. You don’t want to be like me.

You stir beside him, shifting like you’re about to turn and join the conversation. But Kyle knows you need your rest, and this isn’t the sort of conversation he desires to have this late at night.

That hardness melts away, and Kyle’s heart fractures slightly. She’s so small and yet so determined. Her little fist clutching the paper shakes slightly as if asking him is taking all her strength.

“Give me the paper.” Her smile widens as she hands it over. “And go turn off the hall light.” She groans loudly and Kyle shushes her as she throws herself off the bed and drags herself to the hall.

The light flicks off, and then she’s rushing back to him. He pats the side of the bed, and she crawls in, curling up next to him as he grabs the book off his bedside table.

“Pencil?” he asks, and she whips one out, her smile wide.

Kyle snorts and snags it, twirling it end-over-end as he tries to formulate an answer to the questions. Some of that gentle humor slips away, falling into memory, all the lead and blood and carnage comes back, roaring in his ears.

He takes a deep breath, silencing it all.

Graphite touches paper, and Kyle begins jotting down answers to all the things his daughter didn’t answer. She rests her head against his shoulder, watching the pencil scratch across the paper.

When he’s done, he presents the paper, and his daughter takes it reverently, as if all the secrets she doesn’t have are now suddenly before her. She does not take the pencil as she slips off the bed and starts to sprint for the door. She comes to a halt and turns on her heel, running back to him.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she says a little too loud before kissing his cheek and heading out into the hall.

The bed shifts, and Kyle turns to look at you as you twist to face him.

“What did you write?” you murmur.

Kyle sighs and shuts off the bedside light. He snuggles in, and you reach for him in the dark. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you close, inhaling your scent, allowing his mind to drift toward dreaming.

“A nice truth,” replies Kyle softly just before he slips into sleep.

[dvrk-moon]

SPIDER-FIEND - chapter iii

read chapter 2 here!

— synopsis: you learned that riki isn’t really one for sympathy, even towards his best friend.

— word count: .9k

— warnings: cursing, mentions of suicide

— featuring: p1h jongseob, kiof haneul

— a/n: this short ass chapter wbwjdhwjwr

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iii. SPIDER-CLUTZ?

“I still can’t believe that happened to you,” Jongseob laughed in shock, hitting replay on the video for what seemed like the tenth time.

You tried to swipe the phone out of his hands, but to no avail, you were unsuccessful. Jongseob moved the phone out of the way and hit replay again.

Moments later, Riki made his way over to your lunch table and sat next to you. He pulled out his brown bag lunch and simultaneously pulled out a notebook and a pencil. 

“Hey,” you offered, giving up on Jongseob and turning your attention to your best friend. He paid you little to no mind as he flipped through the notebook, seemingly trying to find an exact page. As soon as he found said page, he stuck his pencil in the notebook as a page holder and shut it promptly. Riki grabbed his lunch and opened it, quickly pulling out an orange to peel for himself.

“Hello?” You nudged Riki, “Is anyone in there?”

He kept his hands peeling at the orange and his gazed fixated down but hummed, “Yes?”

You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your own lunch. You had packed a salad, but you weren’t even sure if you had the appetite to eat it right now. You were already full of stress.

Jongseob hit replay on the video again, and Haneul made her way over to him from her spot to watch the video with him. There was no doubt that she’d already seen it, but of course, as your best friends, they wouldn’t miss any chance they had to mess with you.

After hearing yourself say, “You ruined my shirt, thanks.” for what seemed like the one millionth time of the day, you loudly sighed.

“If I hear that video one more time, I’m actually going to blow my brains out,” you commented, “and I’ll write your name on the suicide note.” You glared at Jongseob and Haneul, who were watching the video and laughing.

You turned back to Riki, who now had his notebook open. From what you could tell, it looked like he was drawing someone. You didn’t really want to interrupt him, but it was either that, or listen to your own voice cuss out Spider-Man for what seemed like the billionth time that day.

You scooted closer to Riki, not missing how he quickly slammed the notebook shut and looked at you. He moved it away from the both of you, but he still kept taking glances at it when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Everything okay…?” You asked, looking at him as if he had a second head.

He quickly cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“You’re acting super weird,” you said, “I mean, you are weird, but this is a new level.”

He slightly nudged his notebook further away from you and returned to his orange, “I’m fine. Want a slice?” He offered you a slice of his orange.

You declined, “No, thanks. I don’t really have an appetite at all right now.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Why?”

“That damn video is giving me so much stress.”

“What video?” He asked.

You were taken aback. How had your best friend of all people not seen the video? You sighed, “The one Haneul and Jongseob are watching. It’s this stupid video of me getting mad that was uploaded and tons of people have seen it.”

“Is that one you texted me about? Am I allowed to watch it?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I’m not gonna stop you. It’s not like everyone else hasn’t already seen it, so…”

You snatched Jongseob’s phone out his hand just before he could hit replay again and handed the phone to Riki, the video still pulled up. Jongseob whined in protest but immediately shut up when you gave him a deadly look.

Riki said nothing while watching the video; he didn’t chuckle, didn’t cringe, didn’t furrow his eyebrows, didn’t do anything. When the video ended, he handed the phone back to Jongseob and still said nothing.

“So,” you started, “do you understand why I’m so stressed now?”

“Not really. The video isn’t that bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Thanks for the sympathy, asshole.” You scooted away from him towards Haneul and Jongseob who had finally stopped watching the video.

“You know, I really liked that blouse.” Haneul commented.

“Same,” you sighed, “but when some random inconsiderate jerk decides that he doesn’t, I guess spilling coffee on it is definitely a way to get me to never wear it again. Now no one can like that blouse.”

Finally breaking his blank façade, Riki spoke up.

“Maybe it was an accident.”

Your head shot towards him, “What, so you’re defending him now?” You teased, slightly masking your passive-aggressive comment.

“No,” he said, grabbing his notebook, “I’m just saying, superhero aside, he’s just another person. He could just be clumsy.”

“I’d get that,” you replied, “but he didn’t even apologize. That’s what stuck with me.”

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you commented, “because I want him to.”

Like that, the bell rang, signifying that you had to transfer to your second-to-last bell of the day before you could leave.

You gave Riki a look before leaving, “Will you be able to Skype tonight like usual?”

“I should be, yeah.” He said.

“‘Kay. I’ll talk to you later.”

a/n : i haven’t updated spider fiend in sooo long im so sorry 😭

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SPIDER-FIEND - series masterlist

— synopsis: it was 2008, you had it all! myspace, youtube, new smartphones, cropped leggings…spider-man???

or alternatively,

“friendly” was not a word you wanted to use to refer to your spider-man. more like “stuck-up”, “doesn’t say sorry”, “big headed”, and “loser”. he’s only a little bit better after he saves you a couple times.

— word count: tba

— warnings: cursing, reader has divorced parents, this takes place in 2008, meaning that riki, jongseob, and haneul would all hypothetically be born in ~1990

— featuring: jungwon, p1h jongseob, kiof haneul, brief mentions of other idols

— genre: riki x fem!reader, best friends to lovers, spiderman!au, enemies to lovers for spider-man!riki

— playlist: tba

— a/n: use this series as a place holder while i figure out wtf is going on in my life rn (aka postponing eat me up sawwy)

CHAPTER i - COFFEE, NEWS, AND A SPECIAL GUEST

CHAPTER ii - INTERNET FAMOUS ERA

CHAPTER iii - SPIDER-CLUTZ?

CHAPTER iv - coming soon…

© dvrk-moon 2024.

[dvrk-moon]

SPIDER-FIEND - chapter i

— synopsis: spider-man spilling coffee on you wasn’t on your 2008 bingo card.

— word count: 1.7k

— warnings: cursing, mentions of divorced parents

— featuring: p1h jongseob, kiof haneul

— a/n: i will die on the riki spiderman hill. anyways enjoy this thing while i kms over finishing eat me up 😆😆😆🙏🙏🙏

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i. COFFEE, NEWS, AND A SPECIAL GUEST

You were sat at a table with two of your friends, Haneul and Jongseob, in your favorite coffee shop. For it being in New York City, it had a quaint atmosphere, something that not a lot of places here had. You three were exchanging in conversation about school while drinking your drinks.

You and Haneul had just been laughing at some stupid joke she made about one of your teachers at your school: Midtown School of Science and Tech. You hated the fact that of all people, you had to go there. You only had three real friends anyway, Jongseob, Haneul, and your best friend, Riki.

Speaking of Riki, he was supposed to join you all at the coffee shop today, but had just not shown up, no warning. He had a tendency to do that as of late, and it had you losing your mind over what the hell he could be doing that’s so important.

Suddenly, Jongseob pointed his finger at the TV behind both you and Haneul, interrupting your conversation and grabbing your attention. You craned your neck to take a look at what he was pointing out, but your eyes had to take a second to focus. The news was on, but the camera was moving so rapidly that you couldn’t place your finger on what was happening onscreen.

As if it had read your mind, the news now had subtitles accompanying the chaos, some speech about the alleged “Spider-Man” saving some people from a threat. You had seen pictures in the newspaper of the anthropoid-human figure, some videos on a new platform called YouTube, and even caught him in person once, swinging from building to building.

You didn’t really understand all the hype, though. Sure, it was cool that he could save people or whatever, but there had never really been an actual “supervillain” for him to defend the city from, so most of the time you called bullshit on his “powers”.

It was a little cool, though. Just a little.

The TV screen suddenly went black, signifying that something had happened to the camera or news station. You couldn’t tell, you hadn’t been paying that close of attention anyways.

Turning back around, you were met with a gaping Jongseob.

“What is wrong with you?” you teased, pointing out his facial expression. Haneul laughed and mimicked him.

“Stop it,” he commented, fixing his face, “I just think he’s cool, is all.”

“Awww,” Haneul reached across the table and grabbed Jongseob’s cheeks, “our little baby is a fanboy!”

He swatted her hands away before pulling his wrist to check his watch. You took a peak at the wall clock in the shop.

It was 5:17 PM, April 10th, 2008. Stopping by the cafe after school with your friends was always your favorite, but you’d been there for almost two and a half hours now, you should probably leave.

You gave Jongseob and Haneul a pointed look, and you could tell that you were all thinking the same thing. It would be best to go.

You stood up, grabbing your mug and bringing it to the counter, asking the worker for a to-go cup so you could leave. You returned to the table and grabbed your bag and your iPod from off the table, which Haneul had been using for the time being.

Walking back to the counter, the barista called out your name and handed you the coffee in the to-go cup.

Jongseob and Haneul met you near the counter, you three now taking your leave from the coffee shop. Jongseob opened and held the door for you two.

The streets of the city were as busy as ever, people, traffic, flashing lights, you were used to it all. Even in a neighborhood less close to the heart of the city, it was crazily busy. You watched from across the street as a man was casually walking backwards, another man was breakdancing for money, and a woman was scantily clad calling out at random strangers from her window. Some classy city you lived in.

You shook your head as you exited the building, taking a right to head towards the subway station, which was about three blocks away from the cafe. Haneul and Jongseob quickly caught up with you, following your lead.

“I don’t know,” Jongseob started, “I think it’s just be cool to see Spider-Man in person.”

You groaned and looked over your shoulder at him, “So we’re back on this now?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying,” Jongseob defended himself, shrugging at you.

“I just don’t really think I get the hype,” you admitted, picking up your pace as you reached a crosswalk.

“What’s there to not get?!” Haneul cocked her head at you, furrowing her eyebrows but still smiling.

“I dunno,” you said, reaching the other side of the crosswalk, “I just don’t think he’s all that.”

“Sounds to me like you’re just being a hater for no reason,” Haneul commented.

“Maybe I am,” you replied, “so what? It’s not like he’s ever gonna know.”

The steps down to the subway station quickly came into view, so all three of you picked up the pace. Ever since you left the cafe and got closer to the heart of the city, the human traffic only picked up. You had to almost shove your way through to get to where you needed to go.

You grabbed your Metro Card out of your bag, ready to swipe your card as you neared the entrance.

Once through, you three stepped up to the platform, waiting for the subway. Moments later, Jongseob’s phone started blasting his ringtone — “Low” by Flo Rida — and begging to be answered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, he had a much newer phone than yours. He was lucky enough to get an Ericsson P1i, one you’d been wishing for, hoping to have for a little less than a year now.

You were stuck with a dingy Nokia N70, a hand-me-down from your older brother, which was now an almost three year old phone. You couldn’t always complain though, some of your classmates weren’t allowed to have individual smart phones. It was hard for you to believe; it’s 2008 now, not the 1800s!

Jongseob quickly answered the phone to who you assumed was his mother because his demeanor completely changed. Seconds after he answered, the subway pulled up, and you three filed yourselves in.

At the other end of the car you’d just entered, there was someone performing music with a guitar and a hat on the floor for money. You really didn’t want to listen to whatever was going on, so you fished your iPod and Apple earphones from out of your bag and drowned out reality. The music wasn’t bad, per se, in fact it was better than a crack addict being in the car, but you just weren’t in the mood today.

Your green iPod started playing “Thnks fr th Mmrs” by a band called Fall Out Boy, a song you had recently purchased on iTunes.

You let your mind drift to Riki. It’d been like that all too often lately. He wouldn’t even do anything and you’d be thinking of him. You knew you liked him more than a friend, you had now for a while. You weren’t stupid. But with all the flakiness he had been pulling lately, you began to get annoyed with him.

A few songs later and you were at your stop. Haneul and Jongseob still had a stop to go, so even when they offered to walk you home, you politely declined. You knew the way home well, and it wasn’t even dark yet. Plus, you had a taser in your bag.

You straightened your white blouse and plaid skirt before bidding your goodbyes to your friends, stepping out of the car and making your way back up the stairs up to the ground level.

You didn’t live extremely close to the inner city, you were about 15 minutes away by subway. It was far enough to not go crazy by the amount of light that Times Square had always elicited at night, but close enough to where you didn’t feel isolated from the inner city life.

The next song on your playlist was “How to Save a Life” by The Fray, a new favorite of yours. It had come out last year but you weren’t sure how you’d missed out on it for so long. As soon as you got the iPod for Christmas with an iTunes card, you bought that song. 2007 really did have the best hits.

As you slipped through alleyways to get to your street, you made sure not to spill any of your coffee. You hadn’t been drinking it so the cup was mostly filled, but you were waiting until you got home. You’d probably post about it on MySpace.

You got through a few more alleyways and back to a more crowded street that led to your mom’s apartment, easing your nerves as you approached your safe space.

Maybe it was because you had your earphones in, maybe it was because you’d been looking down at your iPod for a second too long so you could turn up your music, or maybe you were too distracted, your mind still on Riki.

No matter what it was, you definitely weren’t expecting to see Spider-Man swinging around your neighborhood. He had a bit of swagger about him naturally.

You wondered who hid under that mask.

Once your eyes left his figure, you once again drew your attention towards your iPod, turning it up once more. You believed it would be optimal for you to go deaf.

Within an instant, your once white blouse had hot coffee spilled all over it. Your mouth flew open, turning around to face the culprit that had bumped into you, roughly, causing you to spill your drink. You weren’t even sure how the drink had spilled as much as it did, you had a safety lid on it.

When you whipped your head around, you did not expect to be met face-to-face with none other than your personal hero, Spider-Man. You couldn’t believe what happened, immediately starting to curse out the man under the suit.

“Yo, can you watch where the fuck you’re going, man? You ruined my shirt, thanks.”

Instead of offering an apology, Spider-Man stood there for a few seconds before simply webbing away.

Some fucking hero he was.