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If you came here from my BTS fics, hi hello it's nice to see you thanks for coming by but I don't write BTS fic anymore and I hope you'll stick around anyway.

Maybe check out my Spidey fic???

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I still love BTS and all kinda of Kpop stuffs but my interests are all over the place so prepare for whatever current hyperfixation I have at the time! Thanks 💕

[nat-draws]

must respect & cherish shizun

[mondaijo]

taxian-jun and his concubine for Ranwan Calendar (on twt/ig) 🎀

[double-m-b]

MXTX protags my beloved. Prettyboy table for the win

Bonus page:

[spintergem]

I did some fanart for a fic I really like.

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[in-consist]

Some Steddie doodles from a while back 😳

[moonlit-sunflower-books]

bitches be like “i like reading” and then ignore their tbr for months while they re read comfort fanfiction. it’s me i’m bitches.

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*taps mic* uh yes hi hello it's been ages and I'm not sure i remember how to do this right and i really don't like the way this app works but

Hello!!!

[punkzcakes]

Sony let me in I just wanna talk to youuu...

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Monthly, Weekly, Nightly and Daily (If I'm falling, Baby don't blame me)

Chapter Ten: Right Here

Peter swallows hard, forcing a shy smile to curl to the corner of his mouth and he holds out a hand to introduce himself. “Hey, um, I’m Peter Parker, it’s nice to meet you.” His voice sounds a lot more steady than he feels and he’s glad for that. 

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[concerningwolves]

sorry i was so weird but you invoked a topic i am incapable of being normal about

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Monthly, Weekly, Nightly and Daily (If I'm falling, Baby don't blame me)

Chapter Nine: Battle Scars

“Can we just agree you’re a self-sacrificing idiot and I’m an even bigger idiot for snapping at you for just trying to protect me and next time, don’t let me have a gun?” His worry wins over his anger because later, he’ll understand why Spidey keeps doing what he does and he’ll understand even more why he keeps seeing red like he does when it happens but right now he just wants to get Spidey somewhere safe. 

“Deal.” Spidey’s voice sounds lighter. “So we’re okay?”

“We’re always okay.” Ash assures him, knocked a little sideways over Spidey being the one worried over them being okay instead of it being him. “I might yell at you some more for being stupid, but I’m also going to kiss you senseless as soon as I get you alone because, for some reason, my stupid heart goes nutty over you saving my dumb ass like this all the time.”

“I’ll keep saving your cute butt too.” Spidey tells him, making Ash’s lips twitch into a smile. 

“Shut up, stop flirting. This is serious. How do we get down?” 

“Well, I don’t know if you know this, Neko Noir, but I’m Spider-Man and I have webs.” 

Ash resists the urge to slap him and rolls his eyes. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

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Chapter Eight: Piece Of Your Heart

“What? What is it? Do you wanna stop? We’ll stop. I don’t wanna stop but if you wanna-”

Spidey presses their mouths together to stop him before pulling back. “Shush for two seconds.” There’s a smile on his lips and Ash finds himself smiling back reflexively. “I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year.”

It’s so sweet. Ash grins, giggling softly and lifting both hands to cup Spidey’s adorable half-masked face. “Happy New Year, baby. Now get back here and kiss me.” Spidey does just that, slotting their mouths together perfectly. “You know what they say about your first kiss after midnight?”

“Hmm, that’ll you’ll kiss them for the rest of the year?”

“Damn right you will.” Ash presses his grin into Spidey’s mouth. “You’re gonna kiss me for the rest of the night if I have any say in it.” 

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Chapter Seven: For The First Time

“I know.” Ash smiles fondly up at him, his heart swelling in his chest like a balloon ready to pop but it’s a nice feeling and he doesn’t want it to stop. “ ‘s why I wanted to suit up in the first place. I didn’t want to be an Avenger. I didn’t want to fight the big baddies because there’s enough of us already doing that. I wanted to help the regular people. The everyday people because they’re the ones who matter in the end. Not that… what the Avengers do isn’t helping them because it is but I think sometimes people just need to know that they’re not always alone. Supers like us do care.”

Spidey tilts his head, leaning it against the wall as he looks at Ash, and Ash wishes he could see Spidey’s eyes and know what he was thinking. He’s looking at him, the hair on the back of Ash’s neck proves that, but whatever expression he’s wearing, Ash can only see the adorable curve of his mouth.

“You wanna kiss me? You look like you wanna kiss me.” Ash murmurs, dropping his cup just enough to free his mouth and not even two seconds later, Spidey is dipping down just enough to close the short distance between them. It’s a soft kiss, a warm kiss, a lock of lips that makes Ash’s heart feel all gooey in his chest and tastes like warm chocolate and it’s over far too soon when Spidey pulls away with that damn adorable smile on his mouth. 

“Kinda always wanna kiss you.” It’s whispered like a secret, a hushed confession, that makes warmth flow through Ash’s chilled body and he knows he’s blushing, knows Spidey can probably see it even in the darkness of the alleyway and he doesn’t really mind. Spidey should know how he affects Ash, in all the ways he affects Ash, even if it’s something as simple as making him blush. 

“Keep saying sweet stuff like that, Spidey, and we’re not gonna end up helping any more people tonight.” Ash tries to sound confident when he says this but he’s pretty sure his own voice cracked a little bit there and he tries to hide it by sipping more cocoa. 

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Chapter Six: Kiss Me Slowly

“You really hate guns, don’t you?” Spidey murmurs.

“Loathe them.” Ash says with a grin and a wink which just makes Spidey snort. 

“How do you handle ‘Pool then?”

“With a firm hand and a little twist.” His lips curl into a coy smirk as he knocks his hips into Spidey’s. Spidey chokes just a little bit which makes Ash grin all the more. “He just doesn't use them around me. He’s a thoughtful punk like that.”

“It is thoughtful.”

“Ey! You two gonna keep flirtin’ or you gonna get us out of here?” One of the mobsters yells, wiggling in his tight bounds. 

“Sh, this isn't about you, he was about to kiss me, you fool.” Ash flips the mobster off.

“I mean, I wasn’t.” Spidey points out, digging out his burner phone so he can send off a quick call to the police. 

Ash gasps, offended. “Don’t act like you haven’t been watching me with heated eyes all night, Spidey babe! I’m a cat, I have instincts, I can feel it.”

“Feels desperate.” One of the mobsters mumbles, earning a swift kick to his jewels before Spidey can reach out and stop Ash. 

“You’d be desperate too if you felt those spidey lips.” Ash grumbles, stepping away from the groaning mobster with Spidey’s hand on his arm.

“Sounds like someone’s not getting any spidey dick.” Another snorts out, earning a bit of laughter from his fellow mobsters. 

“I have another one of those blue balls and I will use them on you.” Ash threatens with a hiss.

“No, he won’t.” Spidey assures. 

Ash makes an offended noise. “I totally-”

“Someone has blue balls for sure.”

“Alright, that’s-”

“Enough.” Spidey’s arms are around his waist before Ash can jump into the pile of snickering mobsters. He kicks against the hold but Spidey is firm and well, his arms are nice and Ash likes being held by him so he stops fighting relatively quickly. “Cops will be here in ten. We should split.”

Ash huffs and lets Spidey put him back down on his feet. “Fine. Let’s blow this popsicle stand, It's full of squares anyway.”

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Chapter Five: Old Scars/Future Hearts

“Am I really no hindrance to you at all? I know I'm not a hunky buff babe like Wade but I’m still pretty solid.”

Spidey shakes his head as he catches them again and keeps swinging. Ash’s stomach flops each time he does that. “ ‘Pool was kind of cumbersome at times because he’s so large and a lot larger than me but his weight was practically nothing for me. So, I barely feel you at all. I know you’re there but your weight is nothing to me.”

Ash gasps, squeaking. “He thinks I'm Skinny!”

Spidey snorts. “Well, you are thinner than I am.”

Ash scoffs. “I’m just small in stature okay. But have you seen my thighs and my waist? All that dairy is adding up okay. I’m thick and I like it and I’m beautiful and sexy and I love myself.”

“I’ve definitely felt your thighs.” Spidey murmurs softly, a hint of heat to his tone, and Ash perks up like a dog with a bone. 

“Yeah?” Ash leans in close to Spidey’s ear, his breath hot as he squeezes Spidey with his thighs. “You feel that, Spidey babe? Always wondered what it might feel like to have you between my thighs.” Spidey chokes on his spit but Ash isn’t done. “Do you like it? Do you like being between my thighs, Spidey?”

They both make a noise when Spidey’s grip suddenly falters on his web and they fall a few extra feet before he catches them and swings them around another building. 

“Snap crackle and pop, Neko, you can’t say stuff like that while I'm swinging!”

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Chapter Four: Hanging By A Moment

Ash purses his mouth and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re not a menace.”

Spidey breathes out a laugh and shakes his head. “I try not to be but some people see me that way, and that’s okay. We both know the cops want my head and they’re in the right for that. I’m not official.”

Ash heaves in a deep breath, tapping one of his feet and turning his gaze to the newsstand beside them. The front page of The Daily Bugle has a beautifully taken picture of Spider-Man swinging through the city with the big slandering words ‘bridge menace’ above it and it still makes Ash’s blood boil. 

“Whoever wrote that article was just doing their job. They probably didn’t even want to write it and if they did, that’s fine. Journalism is journalism.”

Ash hums. “And this,” he squints, “Peter Parker? Who keeps selling these photos of you to these slandering neanderthals?”

Spidey gets a little tense and that makes Ash cut his eyes to him. “Uh, ha, um.” He coughs awkwardly and releases Ash’s shoulders so he can stand up straight and put his hands on his hips. “Maybe they’re just doing their job too. People gotta eat, you know?”

Ash squints at him, really squints at him, leaning in with his arms still crossed over his chest. Spidey laughs again, awkwardly and Ash knows there’s something Spidey isn’t telling him but also knows it’s not really his business, probably. 

“It’s really nice that you want to stand up for me, Neko, seriously. Super cool and all but, these are just people, not criminals or villains so… promise me you won’t go looking for them?”

Ash leans back, searching that mask for any sign of actual emotion. He can hear it in Spidey’s voice that he wants Ash to stop with this, that he’s praying he just drops this and that means Ash is hitting too close to home. So, he caves. He sighs, drops his arms, and nods. 

“Fine. I promise I won’t go and bother these innocent people slandering you. But if I hear any slander in the street, it’s donkey kong on, capisce?”

Spidey laughs a pretty sound that sends chills over Ash’s skin. “Okay. Deal.”

“Sweet.” Ash bounces over to Spidey’s side and bumps their bodies together. “So you won’t mind if I burn these papers, right?”

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