genre ⋮ fluff , oneshot , acquaintances to something ?
synopsis ⤑ you’re a photographer for a event and you run into spiderwoman taking off her mask and throwing baggy jeans and a hoodie on. to your surprise its billie .ᐟ.ᐣ
tags ⋮ f reader , reader is SUPAA introverted , not rlly famous billie more down to earth neighborhood spiderwoman ! i’ll do famous billie next. THANK YOU FOR 300 <3 art creds to weromica on ig and tiktok (˶˃𐃷˂˶)
wc ⋮754 (short)
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you wouldn’t usually do these events. but the extra credit your school assigned was worth it, you were super close to 100 anyway.
you were asked to photograph for the schools music night. mainly for the orchestra portion of it but also for some others. you didn’t really care for it but it was something nonetheless.
the night dragged on with soloists, dancers, and poets. none really caught your eye.
the food was mediocre, too. you’d think the sponsors would help bring better things than cold pizza. and a hardened cheese cast, ew.
once concert band started, the loudness sends shrieking waves through your eardrums. as a attempt of relief you head backstage to calm down and arrange yourself.
it’s usual darkness meets you as you walk in. it didn’t really matter to you because there was still some light.
shuffle shuffle.
what was that.
you freeze instantly hearing the noise, you see a figure throwing on a hoodie and jeans over what seemed to be a skintight suit.
is that spiderwoman???
why are my thoughts SO loud
should i walk away
this seems illegal
WHY aren’t my legs moving.
the figure slowly pulls off her mask, revealing herself to the void of the room.
billie?
the girl from 3rd period chemistry, you guys never really talked but when partnered up you guys held well for your names.
you had some lingering feelings for her. but it was something you pushed deep down to the bottom of your stomach in fear of rejection.
she was probably the only person who never pushed when you were quiet, or did she give attitude when you weren’t ready to talk.
your heart was pounding against your chest like a swat team. you wanted to run, hide, forget this ever happened to she wouldn’t know that you know what she doesn’t want anyone to know.
after pins and needles attacked your legs for what almost felt like forever, you finally tried to walk away.
until your eyes were hit with a beam of light like you met God himself.
billie had hit the lights on to find her instrument, making both you and her visible to each other.
when she turned to look at you she almost jumped, you could see the fear washing over her face and she could see the fear in yours.
“how long have you been there?” she asks you, trying to chuckle it off.
you choke up a “long enough.” when you felt your body was basically frozen.
“i’m sorry i’m sorry i came back here to get a break from the noise—“ you start to ramble but billie slowly gets closer trying not to startle you.
“hey, hey it’s okay. it’s not your fault.” she says, trying to assure herself more than you.
you look at her in distress, it was shocking how she was able to stay more calm then you when her identity was now exposed.
but it was you, and even though she didn’t know you that well; it calmed her a little.
“okay so.. i have to go and perform in like 2 minutes.” she starts. “can this just be our little secret?”
“yeah— of course.” you finally mutter to say, it wasn’t like you had anyone to tell anyway.
“okay, thank you.. so much.” she says to you before picking up her instrument and joining the orchestra.
you realize you have to take photos for her event, so after what feels like forever, you move your legs and walk away.
as the orchestra starts you slowly take your photos. it meant a lot to you that you got the photos nice and detailed, perfectly angled.
you look until you find billie, playing effortlessly with grace. you zoom in to take a quick picture of her as well.
she notices you in the crowd and gives you a slight smile. it felt like you two were the only ones in the room.
after the concert, you submitted the photos to the schools newspaper. alongside your awarded community service hours you felt achieved.
looking through your camera roll, it felt almost uncanny; seeing your photos of billie alongside photos you’ve taken of spiderwoman in action makes sense.
they were around the same height, same black hair with red roots, similar style. when she lifts her mask halfway they share the same soft lips—
you jump from your thoughts. weirdo.
you now knew of the information everyone died for. swearing secrecy of the knowledge that spiderwomans name is billie parker.
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a/n: yay spiderillie!! before i wrote anything of length i wanted to put out some headcanons! i hope you like em ♥️🕸️🕷️
billie o'connell who loves and craves academic validation. she may try to act cool, but she loves to put her all into her work for the big payoff. best science fair project? a trophy for her wall. best grades for the school year? a medallion to hang on her door hook. amazing work ethic? high marks and large complements from her teachers to stroke her ego.
billie o'connell who is just the cutest nerd and has the biggest crush on you. when you aren’t looking, she analyzes and admires you in every aspect. the way your hair falls over your shoulder, how your eyes crinkle at the edges when you smile, and how those jeans fit you just right.
billie o'connell who loves photography and has an internship with her local student paper, ‘the beacon’. but her favorite picture she took wasn’t one that was put in the paper...
“okay.” billie said, letting out a breath as she lowered the camera to look through the dozens of photos she’d already taken. most of them were just different shots of the pier. different angles. different lighting. the same pictures basically.
“i’ve taken, like, a hundred pictures of this thing already. maybe i should get some from the side?” she looked over at you for guidance.
you nodded immediately, leaning against the railing and pointing toward the ocean in the distance. “get one of these waves in the shot,” you suggested. “it’d look so pretty.” billie lifted the camera, following your finger. but somewhere between ocean and the pier, her attention drifted. the viewfinder landed on you instead.
you stood with your arms crossed against the wooden railing, looking out over the sea completely unaware. the breeze pushed strands of hair across your face. the late afternoon sun caught the edges of your silhouette, turning everything gold. billie paused. then she pressed the shutter.
click.
you glanced over at the sound. “did you get it?” a smile tugged at billie’s mouth as she lowered the camera. “yeah,” she said. “something pretty.”
“good,” you replied, turning back toward the water. billie didn’t tell you she hadn’t been talking about the sea. later that night, after she got home and uploaded the photos to her computer, she found herself stopping on that picture.
the pier wasn’t centered. the ocean waves were barely in frame. objectively, it wasn’t even close to the best photograph she’d taken all day. she still couldn’t stop looking at it. after a moment, she right-clicked the image and set it as the lock screen on her work computer.
billie o'connell whose camera roll is 40% blurry science experiments from her prototype web fluid, 30% screenshots from instagram she’ll never look at again, and 30% photos of her friends and city skylines.
billie o'connell who is a stellar student and regularly tutors students. her one academic flaw? she acts confident about helping everyone else but struggles to ask for help herself.
billie o'connell who, more than anything, wants the people she loves to be safe, even if it means carrying things alone.
billie o'connell who the day she was bitten, walked the quiet streets of highland park with her headphones on, rap music humming in her ears as the late afternoon sun warmed the pavement beneath her feet.
after being sent out on a grocery run, she stopped by the local farmers market, weaving between vendors and grabbing a few vegetables and pieces of fruit for dinner.
as she reached for a bag of tomatoes, a small radioactive spider crawled unnoticed up the side of a produce crate. it skittered across the paper bag in her hand and onto her fingers.
before billie could react, a sharp sting shot through her skin. “ow, the fuck?!” she jerked her hand back and smacked at it instinctively. the spider flew off into the crowd and disappeared beneath a nearby table. she muttered, rubbing the spot with her thumb. it hurt for a second, but not enough to worry about. after all, it was just a spider bite, right?
billie grabbed the rest of her groceries and continued through the market, completely unaware that her life had just changed forever.
billie o'connell who constantly worries about revealing her identity to anyone except you and keeps herself quiet. but if you ask one question about spiders, engineering, physics, chemistry, or web fluid, suddenly she’s pacing around her room talking for twenty minutes straight.
billie o'connell who absolutely abuses her wall-crawling powers at home. why walk downstairs when you can crawl across the ceiling and drop into the kitchen?
billie o'connell who spends hours modifying her web shooters and suit tech because she aims for perfection.
billie o'connell who sings by day and web-slings by night.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.
spiderillie who instead of nonstop quips, would mostly stare at villains like they’re inconveniencing her. the occasional joke would land harder though because she barely makes them.
spiderillie whose suit is oversized, practical, and intentionally intimidating rather than sleek and traditional. her orange-based suit wouldn’t be complete without her backwards hat to hide her red roots, an oversized sports jersey, baggy shorts, fingerless gloves to cover her web shooters, and her favorite pair of jordan 4s.
spiderillie who has playlists for every patrol route. she purposefully built a mask with bone conducting earbuds that way she could listen, but always be aware. it’s laughable how many times billie fought criminals to a song off of justin bieber’s ‘journals’ or something by green day.
spiderillie who loves to decompress by swinging around the city at night. she loves to hear the bustle of los angeles, but her favorite thing to do is swing by her hometown pop shop to grab her favorite drink at the moment before getting right back out there.
the pop shop's nostalgic bell chimed overhead as spider-woman stepped inside. the small store was packed wall-to-wall with colorful glass bottles, rows of sodas stretching from floor to ceiling. boxes of candy lined the aisles, and the familiar scent of sugar and old wood hung comfortably in the air.
“coming for your usual?” mr. pete called from behind the register. the old shop owner looked up from his newspaper with a warm smile, one he'd worn nearly every time she'd stopped by. “you know it, mr. p.” billie said, glancing across the shelves. “you still got that lime soda i like?” he nodded and shot her a wink. “wouldn't dream of getting rid of it.”
“good.” she spotted the familiar green bottle tucked between two others. “ah. found it.” she grabbed it and made her way toward the register, already reaching for the few crumpled bills she'd stuffed into her pocket earlier. before she could set them down, mr. pete held up a hand.
“nope.”
“mr. p—”
“nope.”
“c'mon.”
“absolutely not.”
spider-woman sighed dramatically, shoulders dropping. “you know i'm trying to be a responsible, tax-paying citizen.” she said, trying to convince the man. “and i'm trying to thank the person who stopped my store from getting robbed three months ago.” the web-slinger sighed and threw up her hands. “that was my job.”
“and this is mine.” before she could protest again, he pointed a finger at her. “don't argue with an old man.” she laughed softly beneath the mask. mr. pete's expression softned. “i mean it, kid. it's on the house.” he nodded toward the bottle in her hand. “you spend every day looking after this city. let us look after you every once in a while.”
for a moment, billie was quiet. people thanked her all the time. shouted it from sidewalks. posted it online. waved when she swung overhead. but somehow hearing it like this felt different. more real. more personal. “thanks, mr. p,” she said quietly. “anytime.”
she gave him a small wave before pushing back through the door. the bell chimed behind her as the afternoon sun greeted her once again. a second later, a web shot from her wrist. she swung into the los angeles skyline with a smile hidden beneath her mask. the city below buzzed with life. and for the first time all day, she felt a little lighter.
spiderillie who puts her family and your well being before everything, even her own. she will go to her wits end to make sure you all stay safe, no questions asked and with zero hesitation.
spiderillie who loves to try many different types of aerial tricks when swinging around town. she loves the feeling of the air through her air and the feeling of being weightless, although sometimes it’s just to show off.
spiderillie who tries her best to balance her singing career to fight crime in the city. she still loves to record and sing in the little free time she gets, even sometimes using samples she recorded during her patrols.
spiderillie who loves incorporating little pieces of her hero life into her music; a rooftop view, a late-night mission, a stranger's conversation drifting up from the street below... anything could spark an idea. inspiration seemed to find her everywhere, and she'd quietly turn those moments into songs before anyone else even noticed them.
spiderillie who loves taking you swinging with her. the second you texted her "i'm bored," she'd treat it like an emergency. twenty minutes later, she'd be outside your window, mask on and hand outstretched.
when you opened it, she'd be perched on the ledge outside, mask on and hand outstretched. "c'mon, i'm taking you to a place that isn't here."
before you could ask another question, she'd wrap an arm around your waist and pull you against her side. "billie-" and then you'd be airborne. the city rushed beneath you as she swung between buildings, one arm securely around you while the other shot webs overhead. every time she dropped suddenly, your grip on her tightened and she'd laugh. "you're enjoying this way too much." you said, punching her shoulder gently. "hey, you screamed! this is comedy gold babe." you groaned, holding on tighter. "because i thought i was gonna die!"
sometimes she'd take you somewhere specific; a rooftop with a good view, a quiet overlook, a private place she'd discovered. other times she'd just swing aimlessly until both of you were laughing too hard to care where you ended up.
eventually she'd settle on some rooftop overlooking the city, billie sitting back on her hands to breathe easier as she sat beside you. the two of you would watch the lights below for a while, the comfortable kind of silence settling between you. then she'd glance over. "not bored anymore?"
you'd smile. "not anymore." you leaned over and pulled up the bottom of her mask, exposing her full lips before pressing a sweet yet passionate kiss on them. billie just melted into it, deepening the kiss before pulling away reluctantly. "mm, good," she'd say, already standing up and tugging her mask back down.
and when she looked away too fast afterward, pretending that hadn't made her just as happy as it made you, you'd know exactly why she'd shown up so quickly in the first place.
spiderillie who has a soft spot in her heart for buskers. sometimes she'll leave money, or even stay for a full song. her heart is full as she quietly sings to herself, not wanting her cover to be blown by her well known voice.
spiderillie who despite the obstacles, loved what she did, and would serve as your friendly neighborhood spider-woman for as long as she could.
