ziv!

<3 queer writer! 20

[starshapedmorgue]

writer’s post!

hey tumblr! below I will list what I will write for and for whom. I do have preferences due to a lack of understanding of some characters and not feeling adequate enough to write for a said character. please do not take offense if one of your faves isn’t listed on here. <3

also, most of the writing will be x reader so if you have a preference for gn reader , fem! reader, or male! reader please let me know when you request! If not I will assume gn!

what I write for …

Attack On Titan

annie leonhart

pieck finger

mikasa ackerman

historia reiss

ymir

sasha braus

eren yeager

jean kirstein

armin arlert

connie springer

reiner braun

porco galliard

hange zoe

Marvel

wanda maximoff

captain marvel / carol danvers

peter parker ( tom holland, andrew garfield, tobey maguire )

kate bishop

natasha romanoff

monica rambaeu

yelena belova

The Boys

annie january/ starlight

queen maeve

kimiko

[starshapedmorgue]

Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could write a fan fiction about Annie giving a foot massage to a Male! Reader. Feel free to write what you want (headcanon, magine etc ...). Thank you so much.

P.S. sorry for my bad english but i'm not a native speaker. Thanks again!

hello! Thank you for requesting and don't worry about it! I hope you enjoy this little imagine I wrote up!

pairing: Annie Leonhart x Male! Reader

warnings: none

summary: after coming home from a long day of work, the reader is gifted with a foot massage.

a/n: Sorry, this took over a year to get done, life has been wild but hope you enjoy!

Hold it Down

Working in a restaurant wasn't the ideal lifestyle you wanted but it paid the bills and kept you afloat while you continued to pursue higher education. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for your sensitive feet.

It was typical to have some pain after standing for so long but after months of buying new shoes, socks, and foot gels, nothing seemed to work.

Opening the front door to your shared apartment, your eyes meet piercing blue ones. Annie laid draped over the half end of the couch, one leg on the ground, the other resting on the piece of furniture. She had one arm over the back of the couch, the limb swinging back and forth if you paid close attention while the ither held the tv remote. It looked like she had a busy day.

"You're a bit earlier than usual," she started off, "how was work?"

You groan dramatically before jumping face forward into the soft cushions next her. Her face is unfazed. 

You answered her question but all that could come out was a muffled response due to your face being stuffed into the comforter. 

“Yeah, I didn’t understand any of that so I’m guessing it was good.”

Huffing, you lift your head up to meet her eyes. 

“It was terrible. I had to serve a family of eight. Do you know how annoying it is to have eight people ask what’s on the menu when they have the piece of paper in their hands?” you flip your body, back now supported by the pillows and cushions Annie adjusted hours prior. 

You scoot closer to the smaller woman, moving your head so it can rest in her lap. She plays with your messy hair as you continue ranting. 

“Don’t even get me started on the number of times I had to run from the kitchen to the table because they didn’t ask for pickles. They could have just picked them out!” You grumble in annoyance. 

“oh no, not the pickles. How could you serve them pickles?” she teases you. You respond by throwing a pillow in her direction. Of course, there was no effort in the throw so she pushes it away effortlessly. 

“Shut up, it doesn’t help that my feet hurt.”

Snuggling closer to the blonde, you yawn and stretch your body. She laughs as she moves you both into a more comfortable position, her backside resting along with the couch head, and moves a pillow to rest on her lap so your neck wouldn’t be stiff.

“Have you tried those foot gels I bought for you? They had really good reviews on the website.”

You nod against her legs. “Yeah, but you know how sensitive my feet are. They just never seem to stop hurting.” She hums in agreement and continues to play with your hair. You’re nearly on the edge of falling asleep when she taps your head.

“Don’t fall asleep on me. I have to get up in a minute.”

“For what? Stay on the couch with me for a little longer.” You whined and pouted, giving the best sad dog eyes as you could.

She rolled her eyes, not even the slightest bit convinced, and carefully placed your head away from her legs before standing up.

“I want to make this recipe I saw for dinner since you’re obviously exhausted.”

Your arms stretch towards her, telling the blonde that you wanted her in your embrace. She simple stares at your figure before cracking a small smile before bending down to kiss your forehead.

“Give me about an hour and we can cuddle on the couch for as long as you want.” you groan but agree. After she leaves, you doze off, completely losing yourself to the exhaustion.

It isn’t too long when she wakes you up, pleasure shutting throughout your body when your feet begin feeling slight pressure. you open your eyes and you’re greeted with an odd sight.

Annie had taken the liberty to strip you of your shoes and now, she was gently messaging the soles of your feet. She hadn’t noticed you stirred awake so you take the sight in for as long as you can. Her brows knitted together and her eyes were slowly trained on your feet. She looks beautiful, you think to yourself.

You give it a few more minutes before you speak up, “ I have never seen you so focused on a pair of feet, it has me thinking you have some kind of foot fetish.”

You’re laughing until she huffs and throws your feet off of her lap.

“you’re such an ass …”

“Wait! Babe, I was kidding, come back!"

Annie was gone, her figure disappearing into the kitchen. She let you poke at her at times yet this time she wasn't too pleased with your comment.

Ten minutes pass by when you realize she won't come back out so you muster all your strength to get off the cozy couch and saunter into the small space. There, by the stove, stood Annie with her back to you stirring the mysterious contents in the pot.

You lean against the doorframe before speaking.

" I'm sorry if I offended you, " pushing yourself off the frame, you come closer and envelop her into a hug from behind, " I meant to say thank you for doing soething so thoughtful - "

she cuts you off, " and disgusting."

You roll your eyes before continuing, " and disgusting but I want you to know that I really appreciate and love you. "

she ponders for a few seconds before mumbling a I love you too.

"Get off of me now, your stubble is making my neck itch."

" My stubble isn't anywhere near you!"

You both continue to banter for the rest of the night, indulging in the lightheartedness of the conversations.

[starshapedmorgue]

hii!! may i request general dating hcs of annie in modern au! readers pronouns are she/her! have a nice day!!

hello there! thank you so much for requesting! here are some modern! au annie headcanons! <3

pairings: Annie Leonhart x Fem! Reader

warnings: none!

Talking Is Hard 

In the modern world, away from titans, you meet Annie Leonhart at an animal adoption center and immediately hit it off. 

you tell everyone it was love at first sight but she tells them she knew you were the one when you continually visited the center to volunteer.

While she’s shy and quiet, you are the opposite, loud and talkative.

It worked. You talked and she listened.

She loves your bubbly spirit but at times, she hated having to wait for you to stop talking to an old friend you ran into at the grocery store

Grocery hauls. You both enjoy them due to how domesticated it feels. One pushes the cart while the other reads off the list of items to get. 

let’s talk about favorite places for dates!

In the first few months of the relationship, you both went out on malls dates, coffee dates, exclusive dinners, etc. Those were fun but they didn’t satisfy your needs for something more meaningful.

When things became serious after a year after, you silently agree over time that you’d both rather prefer a night in. A homecooked meal, a movie, and snacks were what she looked forward to every week.

If either party felt spontaneous enough, she or you would grab an old picnic basket and travel to the nearest park or rural area for a date.

you have an annoying habit of rubbing your freezing feet against the warmth of her body. She scolds you but secretly enjoys the contact even if she has to sacrifice her own warmth.

Every year for her birthday, you gift her a box of donuts, flowers, and a heartfelt card. She hated parties, get-togethers, anything big so you opted for something small like this and she appreciates it more than anything.

for your birthday, she likes to keep it intimate like booking tickets to an art show or taking you out of the state on a little road trip. She wants you to enjoy your day.

Annie was never really into celebrating holidays because they brought along bad memories and feelings but over time, she learned to enjoy them because of you. Whether it was Christmas or Halloween, you always had the energy to decorate the house/apartment from the inside and outside. 

By far, Halloween is her favorite holiday to spend with you. You weren’t surrounded by family or friends so she gets to have you all to yourself, occasionally. I say occasionally because you force her to go to parties in matching costumes. 

When you feel overwhelmed for any reason, Annie finds that simple late-night car rides help you get through the high emotions. She holds your hand, rubbing circles on the back while the other is glued on the steering wheel. 

Even though she does this, you prefer driving e because Annie tends to go over the speed limit, by a lot. 

Karaoke is a special thing between you and Annie. In the car, in the shower, or while cleaning, you both love to serenade the other or just straight-up blast the high school musical soundtrack (she will only admit she loves the series on her deathbed) there is a singalong.

Annie has no filter. You find out when you’re showering and she barges in, kiddie in hand, and begins showering with you. Screaming, you cover your figure with the shower curtains.

“Stop screaming, I’ve seen your boobs before.”

You ignore her for the rest of the day but it does become a daily occurrence that you become accustomed to.

You don’t know how but you eventually get matching tattoos with the short blonde.  

the permanent ink is in the shape of a simple frog with a cowboy hat. She has one with a fedora decorating its head.

Annie Leonhart knows she’s in this forever when she watches your peaceful form, arms and legs shooting out in different directions,  sleeping.

[starshapedmorgue]

Hello! Hope you're okay, could you write mikasa ackerman x reader fem relationship headcanons, just fluff 😋👌🏻

sorry for bad english

hello! I’m doing okay, thank you for asking and requesting! I hope you enjoy <3

pairing: Mikasa Ackerman x fem! reader 

warnings: there are manga spoilers ahead!

a/n: had to rewrite this a few times because my computer crashed on me :( I also may have done a little too much haha …

Coming Down 

before you officially became Mikasa’s girlfriend, you were a resident of wall rose, a simple child leaving home to pursue her dream of joining the military police. making your family proud was what you strived for, so the journey as a soldier began. 

if you wanted to join the military police, you needed to be one of the top ten cadets of your class, you swore to yourself you would let nothing stand in the way of your goal but then she walked by and you knew, at that moment, there was no going back. 

 the jet black hair, grey eyes, and extraordinary strength lured you further away from the objective, watching her take down her sparring partner with ease struck a deep sense of awe within you. she had you hooked so to say. 

 turns out, you weren’t the only admirer. learning a boy by the name of jean kirstein was also infatuated with the smaller girl bugged you to an extent. he was cocky and arrogant, traits no one found attractive. you crossed your fingers she was one of those people. you nearly cheer when you witness the girl reject him, leaving the stunned boy on the porch. 

 you spend weeks going back and forth, whether you should introduce yourself. you were afraid she’d turn you away like she did with jean but it’s not like you’re asking her to marry her. a simple hello would do, you think. you expect to catch her alone, awaiting someone when you finally gather the courage to approach. 

 instead, while practicing hand-to-hand combat, you’re knocked into her causing the both of you to stumble and fall to the ground. the first thing you notice when you open your eyes is the pink tint that colors her cheeks. her face was mere inches from yours. you mirror her expression. somehow,  she landed on top of you. 

you sputter an apology, blaming your partner for being reckless with their actions. she dusts herself off before helping you off the floor. you thank her in return. thinking you blew your chances, you begin with another apology but she cuts you off. 

“it’s ok, just be careful next time.” you gulp before nodding, still, the apology slipping past your tongue and into the wind. she leaves you with a small smile. you get your ass handed to you for the next hour. 

it’s lunchtime when things get interesting. you sit in your usual spot, next to Annie who listens as mina spews about stories from her hometown. you listen and eat. when a shadow appears in front of you, you’re seconds away from turning to them and telling them off but when your eyes meet grey ones, you nearly choke on the bland soup. 

you want to rub your eyes to make sure it wasn’t some sort of dream. it wasn’t. the others thought the same. their eyes glued to your figures. Mikasa Ackerman sat in front of you and was speaking. she was speaking!

“ oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you, I was somewhere else, what did you say? ” she stared at you before repeating herself. 

“ I asked if you were interested in training with me tomorrow? I promise I won’t throw you into other people. ” on command, a bright shade of red marks your cheeks. you let out a quiet “yes, that would be great” before returning to your food. the rest of the cadets watch as you both steal glances at one another. 

your lessons consist of self-defense. she teaches you how to disarm an enemy, using the weapon against them successfully or how to free yourself from an attacker’s hold. they were the busiest days but also your favorite.

 fighting as offensive wasn’t exactly something you looked forward to. she spent the majority of the time kicking you to the ground. you’d sport a new bruise after each session. 

once, when you had enough, you try to attack her while she’s distracted but she’s faster and trips you. instinct kicks in and you try to catch yourself, but it’s too late because your foot is bent at an awkward angle, causing you to fall to the floor again. 

she uses herself as an aid, grabbing your waist and wrapping your arm around her neck, so she can walk you to the infirmary. you couldn’t walk for the next three weeks but it was worth watching her argue with the camp’s medical staff. 

feeling guilty for the sprain, she dedicates her free time to you. she helps you wash up, feeds you, and even reads to you while you sit, stuck in the girls’ dorm. 

you yap about how boring it is to sit and do nothing while she trains and how you’ve started to count the dust particles on the windows. For all her might, she can’t help but think how beautiful you are.

when your foot finally heals, she drags you with her, everywhere. from the cafeteria for breakfast to the fields for training, lunch to the showers, and finally, the girls’ dorm. you’re sitting on her bed, tired from the day’s work when she tells you about a land filled with flowers that stretches onto the horizon in her hometown.

“when the sun sets, the colors of the sky reflect on the petals of the flowers. it’s a beautiful sight.” you stop yourself from telling her she was the most beautiful sight you would ever lay eyes on.

It’s graduation day when you confess your feelings. she ranked first while you and Armin sat back and watched as they were honored. the military police never seemed that fun anyway.

after celebrating you wander through the city, hoping to catch sight of some flowers as a congratulation. the search was a distraction, something to stall the inevitable admission. it was late, making it unlikely for vendors to be out.

you almost give up until you find a small pink flower growing near the edge of an old older building. a strange place for something elegant like the flower but you shrug it off and head back towards the feast.

she notices your absence. she frowns and looks everywhere within the building. yet, you’re nowhere to be found. she asks the other cadets and she gets nowhere until Sasha points out she spotted you leaving the feast.

she has one foot on the stairs before you find yourself face to face with her.

“where did you go? I was getting worried.”

“I got you a flower as a congratulations for being number one.”

you offer her the flower and she kindly takes it. she brings it to her nose for a smell. you watch her with a smile on your face.

It was now or never, you had to confess before you lost her to someone else. your palms grew sweaty and your heart beat faster.

you failed to notice, but she was gearing up to say the same thing. 

you both speak at the same time. 

“I like you.”

your eyes along with hers, widen. you want to shake your head and ask her to repeat what she said but you’re stuck, mouth clamped shut.

you both try to say something but again, you interrupt each other. 

you both laugh, communicating the feeling of mutuality. she offers her hand and you take it without hesitation.

years later, when you’re standing on the sandy beach with the water running up and down your leg, you turn to look at her. 

“Do you think we’ll make it out of this, together?”

she looks back with a questioning gaze. 

“haven’t we?”

when eren disappears, you think it would have ruined your relationship but it only strengthens it. she no longer had the obligation to protect her brother thus leaving you two more time to mess around. 

you learn the hard way that mikasa is a sleep talker. when your request to room with your girlfriend is approved nights are sweet and warm but one night when you untangle yourself from her grasp to grab a canteen of water, her voice startles you. 

“what did you do?”

you stop and stare at her resting figure. “I was just-” “no, don’t grab potatoes, Sasha will eat them all.” you’re confused. what does being awake in the middle of the night have to do with Sasha and potatoes? she turns to face you, still sound asleep.

it clicks into your head when you see her eyes are still closed. she was talking in her sleep about whatever. you make sure to stay asleep every night after that. 

when you aren’t busy doing scout stuff, you and Mikasa have picnic dates. The last of the titans were wiped out and there was no need to fear the outside of the walls so taking horses, you ride into the secluded forest and reminisce about the past and talk of the future. 

She dreams of a home somewhere away from the towns, quiet and peaceful. she’s had enough of the fighting. so did you. your ears perk up when she includes you in small detail.

“I’d like to settle down and start a family if you wouldn’t mind. There are many children who reside in the orphanage since you know … we can’t conceive …” you laugh and nod. “Sure, whatever you want.” you both laid side by side until the sun no longer provided light.

Things get complicated when eren reveals himself to be undercover in Marley and when he unleashes great terror, the problems worsen but through it all, you stick with her.

when all is said and done, you stand in the kitchen of the cabin, scrubbing off the leftover mess off the dishes when she walks in with the weekly produce. A smile on her face, the sun shines through the doorway, surrounding her with the light. It is then when you think to yourself, this is how it always should be. 

[hlvstia]

what’s up, lena!! can you write about andrew’s peter parker falling for a villain reader?

GIVE ME A CALL. / / Peter Parker

a/n : hello, i am back! can someone dm how to add my master list to my bio? that way, i don’t have to pin my post 😭 also my posting schedule has been changed to friday, saturday and sunday! other than that, no post will be made unless i have a holiday break <33 enjoy this one shot, and feel free to submit more requests. ( make sure to pls include which gender you want for the reader! )

word count : 1.2K!

pairing : andrew’s!spider-man x connor’s daughter!reader

SPOILER WARNING FOR TASM! DO NOT PROCEED TO READ IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP.

“We need to talk,” Her father sat down at the dinner table as she took a seat across from him, having a worried look plastered. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked, her hands crossing over her chest as he nodded, placing papers down. “We’re already into the second semester and you’re failing. I don’t know what’s going on but you need to fix it!” Raising his voice, Connors shut his laptop, his eyes still fixated on his daughter. “Your mother didn’t die for nothing, [Y/N]. I am rather… disappointed.”

“You don’t deserve to mourn her name.”

“I’ve raised you since you were born, yet, you’re still the dumbest child to exist.” Standing up, he looked at the door to see he had a visitor.

Peter Parker.

“Go to your room and don’t leave it until I say so.”

“Whatever, Curtis.” She snarked, locking herself in her room as she opened her laptop, going onto FaceBook to message her friend, Gwen Stacy.

( You will represent you, Gwen will represent Gwen. )

You : I think I’m one string away from running away.

Gwen : What’s wrong? Is it your father again?

You : Yes! Apparently I’m not smart enough, and he’s disappointed in me. Am I really a bad daughter?

Gwen : [Y/N], not at all! You’re one of the best human beings to exist on earth. You shouldn’t belittle yourself because your father calls you a bad daughter. You’re amazing, and you should know that!

You : Thank you, Gwen. It just gets tiring… you know? I just want to leave the house and relax for once, away from him.

Gwen : How about we go to the pond near that school’s monument?

You : Sure, I’m down. I’ll see you there.

Gwen : Alright! Bring your jacket, it’s going to be cold.

Putting on her jacket, she went out the house through the window, falling in the process. “Ah, shit! Dude—“ She groaned in pain, dusting the dirt off her knees as she sucked in the air through her teeth.

Beginning to walk, she eventually made it there, seeing a smiling Gwen. “[Y/N]!” Her voice echoed through the surrounding, catching the others attention. “Hey! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She laughed, giving Gwen a hug before pulling away quickly. “You didn’t! Just a two minute wait, I think.”

“But, if you ever need help in school or in general, I’m here for you, promise.”

“Me, too.”

-

As time was passing by, she went home to notice her father was gone, and as well, papers were scattered around the room as the front door was left open. She didn’t like to admit it but, she still loved him. “Dad?” She called out, looking around the living room. “DAD?” Once again, she yelled, pulling out her phone.

Scrolling down, she clicked on the contact name ‘Curtis’

He wasn’t answering, nor’ texting back.

There was only one solution, and that was going to his workplace.

Pushing some people, [Y/N] had a worried expression plastered, scared that something bad would happen. “Excuse me!”

“Coming through!”

She said as she made it, noticing there was something going on in the upper floors. “GWEN??” Shockingly, she made eye contact with her friend, seeing she was next to a machine. “What are you doing here?! You need to get out! It’s not safe!” Gwen kept looking at the machine, watching the countdown go down.

“Why are you here— What the fuck is that Lizard?!”

“Wait, LIZARD?”

“Please, call me Curtis Connorsssss.” The monster had a lisp, despite having the talking characteristics of a snake. “Eh— Dad?”

“[Y/N], that’s your… dad?” Looking at the Lizard, she cocked an eyebrow up. “Yeah, but I didn’t publicly announce it. I don’t want my name to be included… with… whatever he is.” She gagged, grabbing a mysterious serum that was next to her.

( a/n : it’s giving… steve rodgers… 😭 )

“[Y/N], don’t touch that!” Gwen scolded her, trying to dodge the Lizard that was coming after her. “What is it anyway?”

“Stren—“ Breaking his ankles, she threw a rolling chair at the mann. “Strength serum, but only for 10 minutes!” In defense, she shouldn’t have said that— of course, she would take it.

Being stubborn, [Y/N] injected herself with the serum, waiting til it rushed to her other body parts. “Feelin’ like a million dollars!” Running towards Connors, she upper cut him, knocking him back as he chased her. “As mentioned, you are a failure. Nothing betterrrr.” He tried to belittle her, but with the serum inside her, she could do whatever she wanted to.

He managed to knock her done but she got saved by Spider-Man. “I don’t need your help, Spider-Boy!” She angrily pushed him off, running towards Connors again. “It’s Spider-Man, but enough. We’re not killing anyone today!”

Who did he thinks he was? Trying to stop the girl from commiting a murder that was reasonable?

“Fuck off, he deserves it.”

Knocking her father off again, she continually punched him in the chest, wanting to make his heartbeat stop.

“Enough!” Spider-Man used his web to wrap [Y/N] in a cocoon, also restricting Connors with his web.

Maybe she took it back… to ever caring for her father. He didn’t deserve it, and he would never earn it at all.

Trying to budge the webs open, she couldn’t— talk about strength serum, more like weak serum. “I hate it here,” She sighed, waiting for the Spider-Man to free her. “Next time, don’t beat up someone who has no control over their body…”

Ignoring him, [Y/N] was finally freed as she walked over to Gwen, embracing the blonde. “You know her, Gwen?” Questioning, he cracked his back, making a brief groaning sound. “She’s my friend, why?”

He looked at her for a second, analyzing her features. “Tell her to give me a call, she’s quite…”

“C’mon, we practiced on how to talk to girls!”

“Ahh, pree— pretty!”

“So, is your type villains? You nearly just witnessed me beating the shit out of that lizard and you’re asking for my number? Wow! Men are quite easy to amuse…”

It left her confused, I mean, what kind of guy was he? Did he like strong women? Or, serumed women?

“If you want to put it that way, then yes! Just ask Gwen to give you my number, goodbye!” He sounded nervous before jumping away to sling himself somewhere else. “We just got you a potential boyfriend!” Gwen squeaked, smiling big for her friend. “I just met that pos, Gwen. Calm down!”

“So?! He asked for your number!”

-

A year has passed ever since that day, leaving you dumbfounded on how you still managed to get the heart of Peter Parker, your boyfriend. He was always charming to eye, yet, still shy around you. It made you fall in love me, knowing that you still gave him the butterflies.

“Peter, I’m cold!” She shivered, wrapping herself in a blanket but it didn’t do nothing but bring her more coldness. “I can’t help it! I’ve asked the maintenance to fix our AC but they keep ignoring our calls since we’re too… young.” He frowned, pulling his girlfriend closer. “We just turned 19… how is that too young? We’re adults!”

“If you ask me… I think it’s because we’re too loud—“

She pushed him away in a jokingly manner before flicking him in the forehead. “You’re gross, Peter!” He chuckled before using his webs to pull her closer once more. “Only for you, my love.”

-

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[starshapedmorgue]

hi ziv !! can you do something where tobey’s!spider-man does his daily night vlogging with reader?

Hey Lena! I am so sorry this has taken a while to get up but I get distracted easily and to be fair, Tumblr was being weird. I originally was planning on leaving a cliffhanger but I backed out last minute and chose to do a one-shot instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you! <3

a/n: This post is Spider-Man: No Way Home spoiler-free!

Young & A Menace

“Now, I think the camera is working but it’s not showing anything.”

“Oh my god, Peter, how hard can it be?”

The shuffling in the background grew louder and louder as the seconds passed by. Peter struggled to get the camera operational for the couple's daily vlogs. He was a genius who could crawl on walls and beat thugs with a single hand but switching on the camera proved to be a challenge for the young man.

You watched as he continued to struggle.

“I seriously don’t know why this isn’t working…”

Rolling your eyes, you decide to have mercy on him and take the lens off.

“There, now it works!”

Peter checked the camera again and smiled. Turns out, his girlfriend was less of a dimwit than he was. Shaking his head, he lifted the camera, facing both of you, and hit the record button.

“ Hey, people of the world! It’s me, peter, and my favorite person in the world, ” he points in your direction. You smile and wave, “we are currently outside of a supposedly haunted mansion on some spooky island- ”

“ we’re literally near my parent's house, please, don’t lie to the audience.” you teased him.

He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, we’re a couple of blocks away from their house,” he shoved the camera closer to his face dramatically, “but it’s still a spooky house that is said to be haunted by some people and by people we mean kids we overheard at the grocery store, let's go explore!”

He carried the camera on his shoulder, showing the journey from the front lawn of the abandoned house to the inside of the hallway. The walls were littered with cobwebs, unknown stains, and dust clung to the ceiling. You notice stairs leading to a second floor. Something to investigate later on in the night. No more than a couple of seconds later, the smell of mildew entered your noses.

Your nose scrunched in disgust. The house was clearly filthy and the floorboards creaked with every step. You turn to face the camera.

“You guys can’t smell but the stench is horrendous.”

“That’s not what we’re here for babe-”

“I know, I just want to let them know, it’s a part of the experience.” You walked around, peeking into rooms with peter following closely behind. They were nearly empty, many of the rooms consisting of broken furniture pieces and ripped paintings. The hairs on your arm stood up. The house was definitely creeping you out. Peter was feeling the same way, you notice. He was constantly looking behind him, making sure you both were alone. If it weren't for the little light the camera gave, you’d high-tail it out of there.

“It’s so dark … it’s not this dark outside. “ you hear peter whisper from behind. Taking the lead was a mistake, you think. The leaders are always the first ones to be taken out. The thought made your hands sweaty.

You whisper back. “ shush! I’ll puke on you if you don’t.”

“Told you not to eat the rest of that sandwich but don’t be scared, I'm right behind you.”

You squinted your eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” It was a sweet affirmation but nonetheless, it didn’t change the fact that you’re most likely going to be another ghost roaming around the stinky home for eternity.

“I’m just saying if anything comes out to get you, I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn to face him with a smirk. “Oh really? Just because you’re Spi-,” His eyes widened, immediately telling you to stop your sentence before you expose his vigilant hobby, “Strong doesn't mean I won’t meet my end to moldy surfaces.” Leaving an emphasis on strong, you awkwardly smile at the camera. What a save.

Suddenly, footsteps are heard from the floor above. Both you and Peter crane your necks’ in order to pinpoint the exact area. The trail leads from a supposed kitchen, the hallway you occupied, then, the stairs that stood near the doorway leading to the front lawn. Whatever or whoever was here knew the house had more guests.

On cue, you meet peter’s petrified eyes. This is it. This is what you were looking for but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared shitless. You point your finger above your head and mouth for him to point his camera in the same spot. A chance to gather video evidence of hauntings wouldn't go over your head. It would bring in more views. He hesitates, a little shaken from the noise but ignores the feeling and follows your command. Looks like Spider-Man had one fear, ghosts.

Getting closer to him and the device in his hands, you speak clearly enough for it to capture your voice.

“We’ve been in this house for less than thirty minutes and the activity has just started. Moments before, we heard what sounded like footsteps above us. Peter is going to go and show you.” If it weren’t for his super strength, you’re sure his neck would have snapped with how quickly he turned.

“I’m not going up there, you go!”

The light is on you now, the electronic facing you. Your boyfriend was putting you on the spot. “You’re tonight's reporter and the reporters investigate.” He gave a lopsided grin. He had a point, you decided to take the lead on this vlog while he operated the equipment, the excitement bubbling inside taking over your rational side. You regret the choice.

Nibbling on your lip, you gave in and mentally prepare yourself for the worst. Walking to the set of stairs, you look back at your boyfriend, throwing a dirty look in his direction.

“So much for the hero complex.”

He gave you a thumbs up and waited for you to ascend the staircase. Sucking in a breath, you cautiously took one step at a time. The stairs squeaked under the weight of your feet, making you grow more uneasy. Peter’s presence helped calm your nerves but you were terrified.

At the top of the stairs, the light illuminating your path from the darkness suddenly went out. Like something straight out of a horror movie, you gasp but the strange events didn’t stop there. What seemed like footsteps at first turned into full-on running and it was heading your way. Freezing, you close your eyes and scream at the top of your lungs.

“Peter!” Your mind was telling you to run but your body wouldn’t budge.

Dropping the camera, peter quickly whipped his body in front of yours, crouching in order to pounce the oncoming foe. The running stops but he’s still in a fighting position although the dark proved as an obstacle. All the powers he was granted, yet night-vision wasn’t included in the deal. You stand behind him, shaking and on the verge of tears.

The sound of doors slamming shut startled the brief second of silence. Your eyes shot open. It was useless, confronted with the darkness of the void. You’d have to wait for your eyes to adjust to the dark. Struggling to gather your surroundings, things were clearing up. You look around, noticing you are still glued to the same spot as before, untouched.

“Oh, thank god,” you release a breathe, one you didn't know you were holding. Still, peter is apprehensive about the situation. You’re confused as to why he was staring down an assumingly empty hallway. You wanted to ask him but a deep growl halted the action. Your heart drops. You’re too scared to see where it came from so, in an instant, you bolted down the stairs leaving your boyfriend to deal with whatever he finds.

You make it outside without a hitch. You stomp around, hitting the air in frustration.

“Stupid! Stupid! Why would you run away! Ugh!” You continued to rant, not caring about how loud you were being, “I should have just sucked it up…it’s no use anymore.”

“Babe.”

You let out a yelp. Peter stood behind you, camera in hand with, a smile plastered on his face.

Why was he smiling? You wanted to be mad at him but he did keep his word, protecting you from what lurked inside the house.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but I managed to grab this bad boy after I dropped it,” He waves the camera around, “but I hate to say that we can’t upload this video, it’s too dark and my webs are visible.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. After all the trouble, it’s the video he begins with. The realization made your eye twitch. It annoyed you but you appreciated him even more for it.

Watching him tinker with the device, you settle on hugging him, forgetting about the prior events. Thinking about it, leaving and going home to watch a movie sounded way better than spending the night in some old rickety building.

“Can we just go? I hate it here.” Your voice is muffled, head tucked inside his chest but he understands.

“Sure, let’s go, it’s already super late,” He swings an arm around you, pulling your bodies closer together, “what do you say about sticking to food reviews?”

“Yeah, I had the same idea, we can leave the ghost hunting to the pros.” You both laugh and walk off the property, arguing about your next vlog.