summary: you don’t normally go live, you enjoy being what the fans have dubbed you as "nonchalant". so then tell me why the one time you do you break a glass table and leak your relationship all within the same day.
warnings: mentions of blood and hospital
tags: idol!sophia x 7thmember!reader
wc: 1.4k
note: yikes been a while huh
you sat in your room preparing to start the livestream, you liked your privacy and often kept to yourself so even after being debuted for such a long time, you had only done one solo live before this.
at the notification of you going live fans flooded in, shocked that you decided to livestream.
user1: NO WAY YOU REMEMBERED YOUR PASSWORD???
user2: THIS IS NOT A DRILL SHE RLLY LIVE
user3: do a flip
“hi guys…” you whispered into your phone. it was around 2am and you couldn’t sleep so why not talk to some eyekons?
“i’m sorry i buzzed your phone so late i just didn’t feel like sleeping.” you were in your room and decided you wanted to get up and move around. you placed the camera right up to your nose so as to not leak the layout of the house.
user34: whats your skincare routine my gawd girl
user82: not close enough
user92: MWAH 😚 just stole a kiss
finally you backed away revealing you on the floor of the living room with a couch behind you.
“i’ve been practicing with dani lately and learned how to do a flip. but because it’s so late at night i have to be super quiet okay?” you whispered as you gestured with your hands.
user23: hg abt to do a flip at 2am wtf
user62: don’t you live alone?
user8: starting off her first solo live ever with a bang
user3: maybe don’t???
you and sophia had been together for a while eventually even living together, keeping it a secret because you didn't want fans to over react. there were already too many videos on youtube titled “y/n and sophia moments to make you believe in true love” or something similar to the sort and telling people would only feed the fire.
if it was up to her you would've already been public with everything, but you wanted to keep it private for the sake of your "reputation being nonchalant". sophia hit you on the head after you said that, but respected your wishes regardless.
you placed the phone on the floor you started randomly swinging your arms around to show the fans that there was plenty of space.
“don’t worry i won’t fall, i practiced like 13 times yesterday and i’m practically a pro. did you see us perform the other day? it was so fun,” you continued chatting away.
preparing to do a flip, you noticed there wasn’t much clearance between you and the glass table, but that's okay you’ll just tuck your legs in more and be mindful of your jump.
surely everything will be alright… right?
“honestly sophia was worried the entire time, each time i tried to practice she had to turn her head away or else she would scream and mess me up.”
you adjusted the camera slightly so that the viewers could see the full living room with you in the background preparing to flip.
“okay count down… three… two…” you never got the chance to say one as there was a quick blur of motion then a loud crash as the phone fell down, leaving the viewers with a ceiling view. the chat immediately blew up as glass was heard clattering to the ground.
user102: LMAOO WTF JST HAPPENED???
user83: pls make a noise or something we need to know that you’re alive 🙏
user53: THE GLASS TABLE NOOO
a faint groan could be heard from the ground as you laid there with some shards of glass digging into your skin. “guys i’m okay,” you hissed through your teeth as sharp pains continued through various parts of your body. “no one tell any of the members about this, especially not sophia, but i think i just murdered the glass table.”
in times like these you were glad you got sophia a white noise machine, you could only pray to whatever deity that exists that she didn't wake up.
you felt something start dripping down your head, making its way down the side of your head.
you peeked your head into the camera frame as blood trickled from your forehead. “guys don’t i look cool though. oh blood warning by the way!”
user21: “don’t i look cool though” is crazy when u have blood leaking from ur head
user3: girl if you don’t go to a hospital rn
user9: sophia gonna kill ur ass ong
you glared at the comment section before awkwardly reaching for your phone, the sound of shards crunching beneath you making you wince.
“it’s just a little blood fuck i have to clean this up somehow… okay guys don’t snitch just stay there.”
you reached for the broom handle missing a couple times because now the room was spinning. it'll probably go away on its own, nothing to worry about you told yourself.
you started to sweep up the glass, the live being able to capture how you would sweep up piece of glass, drop blood on the floor, and attempt to sweep away that blood with your sock.
there were only so many places you could drip blood before the floor started to cosplay a crime scene, “chat i don’t know where the mop is, am i cooked?”
the live chat continued to go crazy fast, not giving you a chance to read a single comment as your head continued to spin.
“ill go to the hospital after i clean this up i don’t want sophia to wake up and get worried.”
user3: i thought you lived alone???
user83: ONG SOMEONE CALL SOPHIA
user99: we never getting a y/n solo live after this
“okay guys… i think i’m just gonna have a quick fall here… i’ll be up in a sec,” you mumbled before dropping to the floor unconscious, similar to how elegant a brick flies through the air before hitting the ground hard.
“what is the crashing sounds im hearing?” another voice suddenly entered, muffled but growing clearer. a sleepy and confused sophia walked into frame, hair messy and your oversized hoodie slipping off her shoulder. she froze when she saw the blood all over the floor.
“OH MY GOD Y/N?!” she screamed, as she dropped to the floor where you were.
she started hitting the side of your face to wake you up.
you groggily opened your eyes, “are you okay where does it hurt?”
“baby it hurts… my head” you pouted, before your eyes drifted back to where your phone had been set up. suddenly you were back to your super cool totally nonchalant persona.
“i just wanted to take a closer look at this laminate flooring. a quick breather you know?” you mumbled, not looking at sophia. she was going to call your bluff and you could only hope and pray she gives you some grace.
user88: WAIT IS THAT SOPHIA
user17: NICE KNOWING U Y/N U GETTIN SCOLDED FS
user83: bros breather is passing out on the floor quick everyone point and laugh
“baby we need to get you to a hospital okay?” sophia said as she was trying to hold back all a laugh at your change in attitude.
not wanting to anger her further you nodded silently, “pia… the-”
thinking that you were about to protest, she cut you off before you could warn her about the live that was still going on. one would think you would turn it off as soon as you fell but you needed to maintain your reputation of being nonchalant of course.
“don’t pia me y/n, you hurt yourself and you are going to the hospital or so help me god you are not getting any kisses for a month.”
you saw the way the chat froze for a millisecond before absolutely imploding.
“we’re live,” you mumbled to sophia, who looked up with wide eyes.
“…oh.” she gave the faintest smile, then turned to the camera. “hi.”
the chat exploded so fast your phone lagged.
user99: BABY???
user23: NO KISSES FOR A MONTH? WHAT
user3: pr training abt to go crazy after this
user73: i alr know the managers are in shambles after this one
“okay eyekons i’ll be taking this one to the hospital, she will be fine!” sophia reassured chat before ending the live stream.
she helped you get up and make your way to the front door.
“i’m sorry i’ll clean this up when i get back.” you said looking back at the mess.
“if your head didn't hurt already i would’ve hit you, stop worrying about that and focus on not falling down the stairs later.” she sighed and looked at you with fake annoyance and in return you could only give a cheeky smile.
# 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: it feels like the universe favors megan skiendiel more. every time you’re just about to have a moment with daniela avanzini, something—or someone—always finds a way to ruin it.
SYNOPSIS: Daniela’s intuition transcends your sixth sense entirely.
Daniela Avanzini x Spider-Man!Reader
WARNINGS: None. tiny bit of angst; mentions of violence; Mentions of Y/N here and there and last name Parker, otherwise written in the second person point of view. Gender neutral reader. Everyone is above 18. Happy reading!
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Three missed calls.
You swung off the fire escape of a bodega on 9th and landed in a crouch that would've looked totally cool and awesome if you weren't currently panicking about your phone buzzing in the pouch sewn into the suit's hip.
Babe where ARE you??
party started 40 mins ago and Megan is being weird and wont tell me where you are
if you dont answer in 5 min im calling aunt may
Nothing about tonight had gone to plan. The plan had been: patrol twenty minutes, stop nothing scarier than a Citi Bike thief, be back by 8:15, shower, wear the shirt Daniela picked out, show up fashionably late like a normal person. Instead the Citi Bike guy had a mean friend with a knife, then a trash-can fire happened that escalated way past reasonable, and now it was 8:52 and you were blocks out wearing a suit under a hoodie that smelled like smoke.
You ducked into an alley, checked both directions twice, and started peeling the suit off, typing one-handed.
so so sorry. Megan asked for help with some errands. 10 min i swear
Megan had needed help with exactly nothing. Megan was currently, per her last text, "I KEEP AVOIDING DANI LIKE A LUNATIC HURRY UP BEFORE SHE TORTURES AN ANSWER OUT OF ME."
You stuffed the suit in your backpack, yanked on a plain grey tee that fit different now, in a way that still made you feel a little caught-out every time you saw it in a mirror, and checked your reflection in the dark laundromat window.
Phone buzzed again.
4 min ago
and put on the shirt i left on your desk not the grey one. if I see you wearing the grey one I’ll burn it once we get home
You looked down. Grey one.
"How does she…?" You muttered, already jogging.
——
Megan was exactly where she'd promised, looking suspicious and off-putting by the bar.
"Dude." She sagged with relief. "She's asked me four times. I told her you got stuck on the Q train cause someone lit the tracks on fire. The Q doesn’t even run today! I don't know how much longer that holds."
"I know Meg, I’m sorry. I owe you my whole life."
"You owe me Shake Shack, minimum. She's on the balcony."
Daniela was leaning on the railing, her cup untouched and hair loose from dancing already. Her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed which meant that you’re fucked.
"There you are." She didn't move right away, which was worse. "I was about to file a missing person's report."
"I'm so sorry, I—"
"Megan told me. Three different stories. If you're gonna get your best friend to lie for you, sync up the details first."
"It's not like that, I just lost track of time! you look incredible, is that a new—"
"Don't change the subject with a compliment." But she grabbed the front of your hoodie and pulled you close anyway. "It is new. And you noticed even in whatever state you rolled up in, so I’ll let it slide.”
"I always notice things about you.” you grinned dopily and let yourself get pulled in, hands finding her waist, the tension of the last hour draining out of you at once. "You look really pretty tonight. Not just to get out of trouble."
"You're not out of trouble." But she'd already gone up on her toes, and whatever she'd been about to say next got lost against your mouth instead.
Dani pulled back first, studying your face with narrow eyes. That look has been showing up more and more lately, affection tangled with something sharper underneath, like she was trying to find her way into your brain.
"What?" You asked.
"Nothing." She smoothed a hand down your chest sweetly, except her palm lingered a beat too long. "You just run so warm lately."
"It's the hoodie. Also it's a sauna in here."
"Mm." Dani muttered as she kissed your cheek, not convinced. She was never convinced anymore. "Come dance with me before Sophia steals you away for that stupid trivia so she can win the Target gift card again."
"That was one time—"
"You knew the entire 2019 Mets roster from memory. That's not normal partner behavior, that's a cry for help." She was already tugging you toward the living room by the hoodie strings, laughing, and you let yourself be pulled, and hoped that tonight might be a normal party after all.
You really should've known better.
————
Finally, Dani was distracted enough for you to go find Megan in the kitchen.
“Dude! She almost crucified me before you got here!” Megan whisper-shouted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “And now she’s being all sweet like nothing happened. Where were you?!”
“I’m sorry! I followed your tracker and it kept blinking even after I stopped the Citi Bike guy and then his friend with a knife—”
“That was like, thirty minutes after I texted you!”
“I know, I know! But then I had to stop a dumpster fire and the smoke made me all sweaty and I got stuck on the wall again!”
“I thought we practiced you not getting stuck on things anymore! You know, breathe in, breathe out?!”
“We did, but my hand wouldn’t cooperate! So it was stuck to the wall for like five mi—”
“What was stuck to the wall?”
Both your heads snapped back to see Dani standing in the doorway, looking a little tipsy.
Silence.
“Um,” Megan gulped. “We’re just… um, talking about the huge spider that got into Y/N’s room the other day.” She bumped her elbow against yours for help.
“And it wouldn’t unstick from the wall, so we had to, you know, help it out?” You added, in a tone you hoped sounded convincing, sipping your drink to distract yourself from panicking.
“And it was really cute! So we wanted to let it free instead of, you know…” Megan made a swatting motion.
“Huh.” Daniela narrowed her eyes at the two of you. “So, cute spider, huh?”
“Very cute,” Megan said instantly.
“Almost like a… friendly neighborhood spider?”
You almost choked on your drink.
Dani’s eyes snapped to you immediately. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Nothing!” Your voice cracked. “Why are we even talking about this? Let’s go back out, yeah?” You started steering her away from the kitchen.
“Wait.” She grabbed your arm, and it felt firmer than it used to a few months ago. “I wanna be with you for a second. Is that a crime?” she muttered, leaning close.
“What? No, not at all. I’m not going anywhere.” Your hands came up to rest on her waist.
“Are you sure? You’ve been slipping away from me lately…” She rested her head in the crook of your neck, tucking her hands into your hoodie pocket. “Mm, so good. Warm me up, will you?” Her hands started wandering, slipping underneath your layers.
“Dani, we’re in public—”
“So? I just wanna hold—”
Her hands stilled on your stomach when she felt actual muscle there. Actual, defined muscle, where three months ago there had been regular, soft, extremely-lovable Y/N Parker torso and absolutely nothing that felt like this.
She pulled back an inch and shoved both hands up under the hem of your shirt, right there in the middle of the kitchen with zero subtlety, and pressed her palms flat against actual abs.
“Oh my God.”
“What’s wrong?” you asked nervously.
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?” She still had her hands under there, patting like she was confirming it wasn’t a costume. “Since when do you have a six-pack, Parker?”
“I’ve been going to the gym. A lot. With Lara.”
She looked at you. Then looked over your shoulder at Lara, who was heaving in the hallway from climbing three flights of stairs.
“With Lara.”
“She’s really committed lately.”
“Uh-huh.” She patted your stomach one more time, slower, thoughtful, then let it go with a little squeeze at your hip that made you want to combust on the spot. “Well. Whatever you did, I’m not complaining.”
She kissed you again, shorter this time, and pulled back with an odd little tilt to her head, studying your face. "You also grew, like, two inches. And you stopped wearing your glasses. And last week you caught a full glass of orange juice out of the air after Megan knocked it off the table, and it was fast. Like, unnervingly fast. Like main-character-in-an-action-movie fast."
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
"Reflexes," you said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere closer to strangled. "Always had good reflexes."
"You once dropped an entire pizza because a bee flew at your face."
"That bee tried to kill me, Dani! You know how dangerous they are?!"
"Uh-huh," she said again, and this time there was something new in it, something sharper under the teasing, something that made the hair on your arms stand up in a very different way than it did before a fight. She smiled at you, easy and warm on the surface, and pressed one more kiss to your jaw before turning to go find Manon, and you would replay that exact smile a hundred times over the following weeks and understand, far too late, that it had been the exact moment Daniela Avanzini decided to start an investigation.
————
Three weeks later, you were on a slow patrol. Mostly just rooftop-hopping, half-listening to the police scanner app Megan had rigged for you, when Manon’s house party three blocks over turned into the worst five seconds of your life.
Some junior named Blake had decided the third-floor balcony railing was an acceptable surface to climb onto for a photo. He lost his footing, grabbed for the nearest person to steady himself, and succeeded only in yanking Dani, who'd been standing there minding her own business with a red cup, clean over the edge with him.
You heard the scream from two blocks away and knew before your brain had even finished processing whose voice it was, that you were already moving.
Blake caught the railing on the way down, dangling and screaming bloody murder, mostly fine, mostly an idiot. Dani did not catch anything. She had about a second and a half of pure freefall before a line of webs snapped taut around her waist, and then physics did the thing physics does, which is not stop. The web caught her, yanked her sideways hard enough to knock the air out of both of you, and the momentum carried the two of you straight through the gap between buildings instead of putting her neatly on a balcony like you'd planned.
"OH MY GOD—" Dani's voice cracked directly into your ear as you swung, one arm locked around her waist, the city tilting sideways underneath both of you. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING—"
"I'VE GOT YOU, I'VE GOT YOU!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a couple degrees thanks to a very alive, very loud girlfriend suddenly attached to your hip, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing, sailing clean over the alley and out over the street, Dani's whole body curled tight against your chest, both fists locked into the fabric at your shoulders like she was trying to fuse herself to you through sheer willpower.
"WHY ARE WE STILL GOING?!" she screamed, directly into your face this time, because somewhere in the chaos she'd twisted around to look at you instead of down, nose inches from where your mask should've muffled the sound and absolutely did not. "IS THIS NORMAL?! IS THIS WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN—"
"MOSTLY!" You fired again mid-swing, aiming for the fire escape three buildings down instead of fighting the momentum. "IT'S FINE, I DO THIS ALL THE TIME!"
"WELL, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!" Dani was still yelling, but her grip shifted, the white-knuckled panic softening into laughter, high and a little unhinged, the sound of a brain that had shifted from terror straight to hysteria. "I'M GONNA THROW UP ON YOU, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, IF I THROW UP IT'S GOING RIGHT ON THAT SUIT–"
"NOT THE SUIT, ANYTHING BUT THE SUIT!"
"OH MY GOD WHY AREN'T WE STOPPING?!" Daniela's voice cracked directly into your ear, fists locked into your shoulders like she could physically stop the city from moving underneath you.
"GIVE ME A SECOND!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a hair, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing where you'd meant to.
"YOU'VE HAD LIKE FIVE SECONDS!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW PHYSICS WORKS!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT PHYSICS, I CARE ABOUT—" She twisted to look ahead of you, over your shoulder, and went stiff. A wall of glass and steel was rushing up fast, way too fast, filling the whole sky in front of you. "OH MY GOD THAT BUILDING. THAT BUILDING IS RIGHT THERE—"
"I SEE IT, I SEE IT, I'M HANDLING IT!"
"YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE HANDLING IT?!"
"CAN YOU MAYBE TRUST ME FOR ONE—"
She didn't let you finish. Whatever survival instinct took over, it decided the correct move was to fling an arm straight up and clamp it over your eyes like that was going to help either of you in any way whatsoever.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Your voice went up an octave. "I NEED THOSE—"
"I CAN'T WATCH—"
"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO SEE, I AM—"
"OH MY GOD!" She yanked her arm away just as fast as she'd slapped it there, horrified at herself. "SORRY, SORRY, I PANICKED—"
You fired the next line half-blind on instinct alone, felt it catch, and the building slid past under your boots with about a yard to spare instead of the ten feet you'd been aiming for.
"See?" you wheezed, voice still shaking. "Handled it."
"You almost died. WE almost died. Because I put my hand over your eyes."
"In fairness, that part was mostly you."
"Don't you dare."
"I'm just saying, realistically speaking—ow!"
She smacked you in the chest, hard, still clinging on for dear life. "Land this thing before I do it again."
You caught the fire escape rail on the fourth swing, absorbed the impact through your knees, and used the last of the momentum to vault the two of you up and over onto the flat roof of the building beyond it, skidding to a stop in a crouch with Dani still wrapped around you like a very frightened, very furious koala.
Neither of you moved for a second.
"You're okay," you said, voice pitched low and rough behind the mask, and it came out shaking despite your best effort. "You're okay, I got you, I got you—"
"We went through three blocks," Dani said into your shoulder, still catching her breath. "Three. You said you had this."
"I did have it, it was just a slightly larger swing radius than I anticipated."
"A slightly—" She pulled back to stare at you, hair wild, eyes huge, and then smacked you square in the shoulder, hard. "You scared the absolute hell out of me, whoever you are!"
"Uh, I saved your life?"
"You gave me whiplash saving my life!"
Her hands, even mid-scolding and shaking with adrenaline, had started moving. Quickly and deliberately, her palms flattened against your shoulder blades and down your spine through the suit like she was reading braille.
You felt it everywhere. You felt it in places that had absolutely no business being felt in the middle of a near-death experience.
"You're okay," you said again, a little strangled, and set her down like she was made of glass. “Okay! Uh, bye? Sorry for…actually why am I apologizing? I saved your life! …Sorry I didn’t mean it like that… anyways be safe!” You started walking towards the edge of the roof again before—
“HEY!”
You froze dead in the tracks, assuming the worst. That’s it. Daniela realized it was you and she’s going to be SO mad and you’re in so much trouble—
“You’re just going to leave me on a roof?! You’ve never walked a girl back home or something?!”
Only if you knew. You thought to yourself as you swung the girl back to the party.
“Here we are. Happy?”
“Wait! Can you actually…can you please swing me home?” Dani asked, suddenly sheepish.
You blinked.
“Are you single?”
“No, I’m very happily taken, what about it?” She crossed her arms defensively. Cute.
“Tell your partner to walk you home then. Bye!” And you were gone.
“ASSHOLE!”
Five minutes later, after hastily changing behind the dumpster, you ended up walking Dani back home.
————
What you didn't know, walking Dani home that night, was that she'd spent the entire walk replaying the exact shape of your shoulders under her palms.
What you also didn't know was that two days later she showed up at Manon's apartment with a whiteboard and markers, already plotting your demise.
"Okay, walk me through it again," Manon said, not looking up from her nails. "You think your adorable, harmless partner is Spider-Man."
"I don't think. I know." Dani flipped the board around. "Look. Every single disappearance lines up with a sighting. The abs. Their eyesight. The reflexes. And three weeks ago I got picked up out of a literal freefall by a person with Y/N Parker's exact shoulder blades."
"Okay, but hear me out.” Manon paused ominously. “Have you considered just asking them?"
"They'll just lie again!" Dani dropped back onto the couch dramatically. "They’ve had four months of practice lying to my face. I need them caught. Actually caught. Mask-off with no-wiggle-room caught."
Manon looked up again for a second. "So what, you want to stage another almost-death? Because last time that went so well you nearly went through a Chase Bank."
"Not a real one." Dani was already grinning the specific grin that meant trouble for you. "A fake one. I lean off my own balcony, make a little noise, and Spider-Man, who apparently cannot resist me, shows up! Except this time I'm not letting them disappear the second they land. This time I fight back."
"You're going to fight Spider-Man."
"I'm going to get their mask off if I have to wrestle them into a chimney."
Manon lowered her nail file very slowly. "I love you, but this is insane."
"I'm willing to be insane for love."
————
You had no idea any of this was coming.
It was a Thursday, close to eleven, and you were three rooftops from Dani doing the kind of lazy web-check patrol you did when nothing was on fire, when you heard her voice carrying up from her own balcony.
"Spider-Man! SPIDER-MAN, HELP!"
You didn't even process the situation. Your body was already moving before your brain caught up.
She was leaning way too far over her own railing when you swung in, one of her hands theatrically clutching the rail while the other pressed to her chest like she was in a soap opera.
You caught her out of pure instinct, scooped one arm under her knees, and the second, the ACTUAL second her feet left the balcony, her whole demeanor changed.
"Why are you in Jackson Heights at eleven o'clock at night?" she demanded, immediately, inches from your face, not even a little grateful.
"Um-what? I'm saving you!"
"How did you get here so fast? I screamed twice. TWICE. You were here before I finished the second one. You're either stalking me, or—"
"I'm not stalking you, I patrol this whole—"
"—or you know exactly who I am, which means you know exactly who you are to me, which means…" She twisted in your arms, and you felt the exact moment she stopped pretending to be a damsel and started being a problem, one hand shooting up toward your face. "Which means this comes OFF—"
"Okay, HANG ON LADY!"
"Don't 'hang on' me, I've had a plan for a WEEK!"
She got two fingers under the edge of the mask before you managed to grab her wrist, which meant you were now mid-air, over a Queens sidewalk, wrestling your own girlfriend for control of your face while trying very hard not to drop her.
"Da—aggressive lady, I need at least one hand to actually land us!"
"Then LAND US, and then we're finishing this—"
You did not land gracefully. You landed like a person being actively assaulted by their own girlfriend, hit the neighboring rooftop at an angle, and skidded four full feet on your hip with Dani still attached, both of you tumbling to a stop in a heap of gravel and tangled limbs and one (1) very determined woman still going for your mask.
"Ow, ow, hurts! that's my whole face you're grabbing!"
"GOOD." She had a fistful of the fabric at your jaw and absolutely no intention of letting go. "Hold still."
"I'm trying to hold YOU still!"
You caught both her wrists this time, and for one full second the two of you just stared at each other, breathing hard while sprawled across a gravel rooftop like the world's least dignified wrestling match.
"You're stronger than you look," you said, a little winded, and immediately regretted it.
"You're squirmier than I expected," she shot back, and then, before you saw it coming, she wrenched one hand free and jabbed two fingers straight into your side, right above the hip, into the exact spot she'd known with total, ruthless certainty for six years was your single greatest weakness.
The yelp that came out of you was not a superhero sound. It was not even a human sound, really. It was the sound of Y/N Parker, specifically, betrayed by your own nervous system in real time.
Dani went very, very still.
"...Y/N?"
You didn't answer fast enough. That was answer enough.
Her hand was still curled around the edge of the mask, but the fight had gone out of her fingers. She wasn't yanking anymore, just holding on, like she needed something to hold onto. For a long second neither of you moved, gravel digging into your back, her weight still on your chest, the two of you just staring at each other in the dark.
She slowly took the mask off.
Daniela looked at your face like she was checking it against something in her memory, feature by feature, and you watched the weight of all of it land on her all at once.
"It's you," she said, and her voice cracked on the second word. "It's actually you."
"Dani—"
"How long?" She sat back slightly, off your chest but not off you, hands braced on your shoulders now instead of your face. "How long has this been you?"
"Since February." There was no version of that answer that sounded better out loud than it did in your head. "I got bit in February."
"February." She said the month like it hurt to say. "That's…that's the whole time we've been living together. That's every single time you came home late, every bruise you said was from a bike accident, every night I laid there wondering if something had happened to you and you were right there, you were RIGHT there and you let me think—" Her breath caught. "You let me think I was losing my mind. I started keeping notes, Y/N. On a whiteboard. Because I thought that was better than saying it out loud and being wrong."
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"Why didn't you? Was it me? Did you think I couldn't handle it?"
"No. God, no." You sat up carefully, and she let you, still not quite looking away from your face like she was afraid it would change back if she blinked. "I thought if you knew, every night I left the apartment you'd be sitting there worrying if I was coming back. I didn't want to give you that. I thought I was protecting you."
"You weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself from watching me be scared." Her hands tightened slightly on your shoulders. "I was scared anyway, Y/N. The whole time. I just didn't have a reason for it, so I had to invent one, and half the time I decided the reason was that something was wrong with me."
"Nothing's wrong with you. You were right. You were right about all of it."
"I know I was right." A short, humorless breath, not quite a laugh. "That's not the part that's bothering me."
You reached for her hand, and she let you take it, though her fingers stayed stiff in yours for a moment before they finally curled around your own.
"I'm sorry. I’m sorry for not trusting you with it. That was never fair to you."
Dani was quiet for a while, looking down at your joined hands instead of your face.
"I don't want you to do this alone anymore," she said finally. "Any of it. Not the patrols, not the injuries, not the deciding-for-both-of-us what I can and can't handle. If something happens to you, I want to know. I would rather be scared with the truth than calm because you lied to me."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Y/N."
"I know. Okay." You squeezed her hand. "No more of that."
Silence.
“How did you even know it was me?” you asked, still sprawled in the gravel.
Dani looked at you like the question itself was insulting. “Y/N. I have known you since we were fifteen. I have seen you naked more times than I can count, you think I wasn’t going to recognize you just because you put on a spandex and popped lenses over your eyes?”
“It’s not a spandex! it’s nano—“
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.”
Some of the tension finally left her shoulders. Daniela leaned in and rested her forehead against yours, both of you still sitting in the gravel with the mask crumpled somewhere between you like it belonged to someone else entirely.
"I'm still figuring out how mad I am," she admitted quietly.
"That's fair."
"And we're talking about this again tomorrow. Properly. Not on a roof."
"Anywhere you want."
She pulled back enough to look at you, and something in her face softened despite everything. "For what it's worth," she said, "I'm glad it's you under there. I don't think I could have handled it being anyone else."
“Yeah, it would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” You grinned stupidly.
"Don't ruin the moment, Parker." But she kissed you anyway, careful and a little unsteady, and for the first time in months, there was nothing left between you that either of you were hiding.
Yeah, turns out spidey-sense doesn’t come with a warning for girlfriends.
Some things you just have to get caught for.
END.
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Woww did i post a completely unrelated fanfic or #whatt sorry i really wanted to write something spiderman related again i used to do it all the time on ao3. Hope you guys liked it!! Let me know if you hated it!!
Also i think my account is fixed now if not im gonna be super embarrassed
ⓘ you’re hired as an actor for girlset’s music video (tweak), which you catch camila’s eye. but lockets immediately dig up your past, finding out you worked with katseye (when they were still in dream academy). things only get worse when girlset’s eldest becomes attached to you and katseye’s main vocalist member reappears in your life.
⚠︎ this was inspired by @/camdunez maphinz fic, smau, ooc portrayal of members, ocs included, crude jokes, angst, sexual innuendos, fanwars, toxic dynamics, jealousy, one of my old fics so this is not plagiarized, more to be added
“Are you sure?” Megan asks as you sit on her lap. Both of you naked, lining up your entrance with Megan´s glistening tip. “Last time you barely lasted 30 seconds”
“Shut up” You said before sinking slowly. “Fuck- Megan, you are stretching me out-” you held her shoulders for support as you sank completely. It wasn´t the first time you tried riding Megan, but it was the first time you were determined to succeed.
You started moving your hips in circles, mostly to make yourself more comfortable. Megan was holding your hips, helping you for a while. She knew you needed some time before riding her properly.
“You are the prettiest girl ever” She murmurs as she places soft kisses all over your neck and shoulders.
You hum in response and start to move up and down slowly. The sound of skin slapping makes you (and Megan) more and more aroused with each second that passes.
Megan tries to match your pace by thrusting upwards, but you stopped. “Megan, no”
“Y/n-”
“No, Megan. I wanna do this for you” You whisper, and Megan is quick to catch your lips in a sloppy kiss.
“I love you so much, Y/n”
“I love you too, Megan.” You resume your pace, with Megan sitting still below you.
You frowned a bit as your knees started to hurt. But you couldn’t let down your girlfriend, not this time. She noticed your expression, and caressed your hips. “Come on, baby, you can do it” She whispered and kissed your sternum.
Megan’s body got a bit shaky, her hands roaming all over your hips and waist. She was so close. You heard the soft whimpers he was letting out as she hid in your neck.
“Y/n…”
You held her nape and pulled her away softly. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Meimei”
Megan opened her eyes and mumbled “Can’t– feels too good”
Your knees were hurting more, but you could feel her cock twitching inside you, she was close “Megan- I´m close”
She kissed you “Me too, baby, fuck- me too”
Megan came quickly, her cum dripping down your thighs as you kept riding her for a few more seconds, chasing your own orgasm. Seconds later, you collapsed on top of her.
“You did so good, baby, so good” Megan murmurs into your neck as she holds you close. “Ready for round 2? I’ll do all the work this time”
Tags/Warnings| dom!megan , sub!reader, face fucking, degrading kink, masturbation
Teaser| It’s Megan’s birthday and she sheds her usual shy and bubbly persona when you grant her big wish
a/n : I love sub megan, but we had to switch it up for the one time you guys. [wc : 1k+
➤ kinktober
You’d never expect to find Megan in this position – pupils blown, chest heaving as if she’d been running in a marathon. “Happy birthday baby…”
Your eyes flutter open timidly, the faint glow of the sunlight streaming through the half closed curtains you left open before falling asleep. The dream of Megan shoots through your brain immediately, dragging your body to the bathroom–you will yourself to wake up. The thought of surprising your girlfriend overwaying the urge to stay asleep–your eyes draw to your hair, the bonnet you had nowhere to be found.
Dragging your hands throughout your hair , mind running mindlessly as you finish up. Padding downstairs, hair still slightly messy but more tamed, skin soft and moisturized from the shower. Hearing the doorbell sound off, you rush to the door, lips forming a massive grin as you take in the sight of your girlfriend in front of you. “Hi baby”
A lovesick grin overtakes megan’s face, large eyes shining brightly as she takes in the sight of you in front of her. Her once pink streaked hair now jet black, curls falling in waves framing her face beautifully. The apartment radiating a sweet scent of apples and sugar, placing a kiss along your temple she lets out a slight chuckle.
“Hi”, Megan continues in, sliding past you as she walks towards the couch. Approaching her eagerly, you place a slightly hungry kiss against her lips, your teeth nibbling, tugging on her bottom lip before relenting. “Happy birthday.” Eyes locked on the way her pupils dilate, chest movement increasing slightly from the sharp inhale.
The way she stares at you makes you almost forget about the surprise you had for her, breathing deeply as the heat of the room seemed to double instantly. “I have something for you – i need you to go to the room and wait for me okay..” Megan nods automatically, huffing as she rushes down the hallway, hair bouncing with every step.
Gathering yourself you walk towards the spare room, lips swollen from the brief kiss earlier, switching your clothes out for the wine red lingerie set you seen her staring at the last time you guys were at the mall. Standing you slip on a random robe, feet taking you towards the other door of the connecting bathroom.
Opening the bathroom door , you watched as Megan practically vibrated in her seat along the edge. You could see her half-hard clad dick straining against the fabric of her jeans the longer you continued to stare. Hands twitching along her sides.
Pushing off the frame, you made your way towards her. Hands cupping her cheeks as you continued to stare into her doe eyes, you wiped along the bottom of her lip forcing both of you to suck in a sharp intake of breath, “take me baby–” breathing deeply, you watch as Megan freezes. “go ahead baby, todays about you..”, your voice cuts through the room, sliding in between her legs you drag the material till it pools around her ankles.
You watch Megan's bulge strain and throbs against her boxers–pre cum covering the material in the middle, leaning forward, your tits practically falling out of your bralette–you place a chaste kiss along the tip. For the first time since you stepped out megans body relaxed, chest heaving as she watched you make out with her dick, lips leaving kisses along the shaft. Hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat, her lip trembling as her hands tightens in your hair, grip pulling you closer.
“You want me baby–hm..?”, megans hips lifting from the bed as she drinks in the sight of you submitting to her. Nuzzling into her more, nose breathing in her scent, your body surprisingly enjoying the way she took charge. Her cock twitches in between your bodies, lifting your head she tugs her boxers down, cock in one hand as she smears her cum along your face and mouth. Eyes staring down at you taking in every detail. Voice slightly muffled, “i want you, want you so so much–” words coming out more of a whine then actual coherent words.
Your mind continues to grow hazy, tongue sticking out to taste her, eyes closing in delight momentarily before fluttering back open. You could feel yourself begin to clench around nothing, hips stuttering under you as you willed yourself to stay still and allow megan to determine the pace. “Say ah.” megan murmured abruptly, before pushing the tip paced your lips. “thats right.. get it nice and wet for me”
“You look so gorgeous like this,” You continued to look up at her, eyes glossed over and glassy with the deepest, prettiest pout to match. Her hand running through your hair as she continued to work your mouth down her length, jaw relaxing as you allowed her to stuff your mouth. Blinking back tears you sat on top of your hands as she started to thrust, her pelvis meeting your nose with very deep thrust.
“I think you like it when I use you like this,” letting out a moan you nod the best way you can. Her thrust grew faster- a mixture of spit and cum falling from your lips every time she pulled out until only her tip was left. You could feel your slick coating your thighs, hip twisting and twitching in sync with her thrust- a hand slipping in between your legs, fingers coasting across your slit as you continued to look into her eyes.
Megan groaned when she realized that you were touching yourself, breath picking up as you hollowed your cheeks throat wrapping around her tighter. Her large hands cradled the back of your head, “you want me to make you my cumslut? huh… I bet you’d like it if I painted you with my cum.” She couldn’t get enough of watching the way your eyes watered, caressing your cheek Megan slowly pulled back- mouth twisting into a grin as she watched you attempt to catch your breath.
Your eyes stared up at her, fingers still in between your legs- your cum dripping on the floor below you. her voice filling your ears “make yourself cum.” nodding shakily you applied a little bit more pressure to your clit, every little movement pushing you closer to the edge. Your whines and whimpers getting louder the closer you got “look at you getting this wet just from me using you”
You started riding your fingers faster, grinding down harder, desperately chasing your orgasm. The wet and filthy noises filling the room as you chased that perfect feeling- “im going to cum… please megan can I cum” you pleaded out desperately, moans getting cut off by a sob as your fingers touched a place inside you that made you see stars. You watched as she drew closer, her eyes drinking in the way you body hung onto every moment “cum for me angel,” your head nodding even as you fucked yourself harder, eyes struggling to maintain eye contact.
Your hips jerked once more before your orgasm washed over your body- eyes blinking up towards your girlfriends face you could barley make out the devilish grin before you felt her hands jerking you to your feet. You were back straddling megan’s lap before you could blink, her hands squeezing and grabbing at your tits harshly, the smell of her sweat and perfume squeezing your heart tastefully.
Your head was thrown back, megans lips finding that spot along your neck that made you tingle all over. Reaching out, you tangled your fingers into the patch of hair along her nape, your hands desperate for something to latch onto. Her hands slid down your waist, pulling you closer to her body. You could feel megans dick pressing more and more against your core, your cum smearing along her length, the longer you lost yourself in her affects.
Letting out a shaky breath, you press your forehead against her shoulder. Both of your eyes were darkening the longer time passed- reaching down you slowly guided her inside of you. You could feel her hands everywhere, lips moving and pressing against the line along your throat. “Can you go again for me my love,” megan whispered as she thrusted lazily.
AN | omg not me actually posting 🤭 who would’ve thought it would’ve actually happened. I did originally plan for this fic to be much longer but after finishing it finally today after forever, I decided to just keep it cute and give a little something.
I shall be posting more eventually and until next times my babies 🤎
# 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: it feels like the universe favors megan skiendiel more. every time you’re just about to have a moment with daniela avanzini, something—or someone—always finds a way to ruin it.
⚽︎ soccer player manon x black fem teammate!reader headcanons
soccer player!manon when you first joined the team your sophomore year of college, she didn’t seem to like that you were replacing one of the previous teammates. She never wanted to pass you the ball or include you in group activities, which caused a lot of tension between the team. your coach didn’t seem to care, so your teammates came up with a plan of their own to make you guys get along, and how were they going to do that? by planning an ambush!
one day, one of your teammates asked you to get another ball from the storage room, and when you got there, you suddenly got shoved into the room, followed by the door being slammed shut.
“no fucking way”
“bannerman, what’s going on?”
“you think if i knew i’d be in here with you?”
it was straight silence for ten minutes until manon spoke up first, sparking a conversation, finding out that both of you actually had a lot in common.
“it’s actually not bad talking to you, rookie”
“you’re not so bad yourself either, bannerman”
soccer player!manon who, after that day, was nicer to you and included you in more group activities. she still gave you shit, but it was more in a playful way. She would even ask you if you’d like to train with her, which surprised you, but you were glad she was warming up to you.
“you gotta fix that footing position. you have a stance of a grandma.”
“ha ha, very funny, don’t piss me off, bannerman”
soccer player!manon who came to you asking if you could tutor her for one of the classes you shared together because she wasn’t understanding the material, claiming the professor didn’t know how to teach.
“I don’t know where that professor got his degree from. he can’t teach to save his life.”
“whatever you say, bannerman”
soccer player!manon who has multiple times forgotten to read the room and ragebaits you at the worst possible moments, which made you upset with her. she followed you every time you stormed off.
“y/n wait i’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again!”
it in fact does happen again
soccer player!manon who got butterflies the first time you called her manz because she brought your favorite snack without her knowing it was your favorite.
“no way, thank you so much, manz.”
“umm… uh- anytime, rookie”
“i’m sorry, was that too much?”
“no, it wasn’t too much. you can call me that now if you want.”
soccer player!manon who doesn’t let anyone else call her manz, but you. if any of your teammates called her manz, she would tell them off.
“hey, manz wassup”
“don’t call me that.”
“but you let y/n do it.”
“that’s different.”
soccer player!manon who started to be around you all the time. whether it be you two studying at her house, hanging at your house, or even being at school, she was always somewhere close to you.
soccer player!manon who made a deal with you that if she got over 80% on her test, you would have to go to a party with her and the rest of your teammates because she noticed you didn’t really go to them.
“If I get an 80% or over, you have to come to this party with us.”
“okay fine, deal”
soccer player!manon who came to your house ecstatically about getting a 95% on her test.
“rookie, i did it! now you have to come to the party”
soccer player!manon who decided she was going to stay by your side the entire night of the party, but you had other plans and went straight for the liquor, surprising her. she made sure to keep an eye on you and asked your teammates to keep an eye on you too.
“hey, can you please keep an eye on the rookie”
“yeah for sure, manz”
“don’t call me that.”
soccer player!manon whose ex girlfriend showed up and immediately started following manon’s every move while she was trying to keep an eye on you.
soccer player!manon who told her ex girlfriend to get away from her multiple times and that she’s moved on while staring at you the whole time she was talking.
“oh, so you’ve moved on to that thing.”
“she's not a thing, and I think you should get away from me.”
soccer player!manon who went around asking everyone if they had seen you because you disappeared after she took her eyes off of you for a millisecond.
soccer player!manon who drove you to her house after finding you outside alone puking out your guts because she knew your parents were home and she didn’t want you to get into trouble.
“who knew you could drink like that, rookie.”
soccer player!manon who slept on the floor, giving you her bed to sleep in. she left water and tylenol on the table beside the bed, knowing you were gonna have a massive headache when you woke up.
“how you feeling, rookie?”
“like shit, manz”
soccer player!manon who, when there was another party, made sure she stayed by your side the entire time.
soccer player!manon who asked you out on a date at one of your study sessions at her house.
“so hypothetical, if i asked you on a date what would you say?”
“since it’s only hypothetical, i guess we’ll never know.”
“do you want to go on a date with me?”
“is this hypothetical?”
“no”
soccer player!manon who made sure it was the best date you ever had. she asked your friend group for places liked to go and set up a plan.
soccer player!manon who you kissed when she dropped you off at home after the date.
“This was the best date ever, manz, thank you.”
“it’s not a big deal i-“
you cut her off by kissing her.
soccer player!manon who a few days later, asked you to be her girlfriend. She had asked for your parents’ permission without your knowledge.
“mrs. l/n and mr. l/n would give me your blessing to date your daughter.”
soccer player!manon who treated you like a princess by remembering little things about you.
soccer player!manon who definitely said I love you first, no questions asked.
