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TRIGGER WARNING — graphic descriptions of violent fantasies, threats, murder mentions (screenshots included below).
i can’t believe i have to say this in the first place, and i’ve been debating whether i should post these at all, but this has been going on for over a year now, and it’s gotten to a point where i feel like i should address it.
↑ these are some of the anonymous asks i’ve received over that time. all of them contain violent fantasies & some even admit to murder. i already mentioned this when it first started happening, but i never shared the actual messages, because i didn’t want to give the person behind them the attention they were probably looking for, and because i sincerely hope that, at the end of the day, they’re just trolling. also i thought that, considering it had been almost a year since i’d gotten this type of ask, this anon finally got a fucking grip, but oh well.
i have no idea why i’m the one receiving these/what their point is, but whether these asks are legit or made up to troll me, sending graphic confessions & fantasies to random strangers online is just insane behavior like?? i’m a fanfiction writer on tumblr dot com. there is nothing about my blog that would make me an appropriate person to dump this on. in fact, there is no reasonable justification for sending messages like these to anyone online, ever, just because you have the opportunity to do so anonymously. i don’t want to turn off the anon feature because i still want those anons who know how to behave to have the chance to share their thoughts & requests. with the stuff i write, i understand why some of you would rather send requests anonymously, and i don’t want one person ruining that for everybody else.
tbh i’m not sure what i’m trying to accomplish with this post beyond making it clear that sending shit like this to random strangers on the internet is not normal, regardless of what you’re hoping to get out of it. i’m only here to post my silly little fics. you don’t know me & messages like these are a pretty good reminder of why i prefer to keep it that way. i wasn’t even planning on posting this: as i said, some of these screenshots are almost a year old atp, and ignoring them was working for a while, but considering this anon is apparently still around & reading my blog, i’m assuming they’ll see this too, so i’ll end with a general psa: if you’re sending people stuff like this (real or not), being on anon does not make you impossible to identify, and if i’m not the only person you’re sending it to, maybe take that into consideration.
SUMMARY: It was four months into your relationship with Nat when you found out she was Spiderman. Swearing to her to keep it a secret but also swearing to yourself to always be there for her surrounding her whole vigilante alter ego.
CONTENTS: Mostly sfw, spiderman!nat, set in the same year as yellowjackets but without the crash, making out, your relationship is still secret, mentioned injuries, cat calling, fluff + non sexual intimacy.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Merri’s Notes. . . Natalie Scatorccio is back on the blog. Everyone cheer (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) We are also gonna pretend there’s actual buildings to swing from in Wiskayok… Kay?
SPIDERMAN!NAT who didn’t think she’d be able to hide the fact that she’s Spiderman from you for very long, even she’d been surprised you didn’t find out until four months into your relationship. She had been wanting to tell you, but she was scared. She didn’t need to be, not with you. Which she quickly realised after you did find out. Quickly getting over the shocked period of it all, you were immediately invested.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who had to keep up with every one of your sudden realisations that yes, everything about Spiderman in the papers had been about her. That she did, in fact, do that stuff. Seeing the injuries and her throwing herself around town on a string of web, which was impressive you admit—but still dangerous!!—made you even more concerned whenever she did go out.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who accepts your help, for once. Letting you sit and clean the scrapes on her skin. Gently putting bandaids over them every time. Sometimes it’s in the school bathroom, others she’s climbing through your window after crouching on the outside of it and tapping on the glass until you see her.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who always sleeps over on those days she appears at your house after patrol. Taking a shower and borrowing your clothes (which she totally takes home btw) and cuddling up in your bed with you. Who prefers to stay at your place most of the time, no way for her to be alone in a cold bedroom with her thoughts if she’s cuddled up in your bed with you.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who finds little blue Spiderman doodles all over her notes when she does actually pay attention in class for once. Who gets teased by Van for clearly being a “massive Spiderman fan” (like she isn’t) if she’s drawing the dude instead of partaking in class. She has to force herself to nod and not look behind her where you’re sitting tapping your blue pen against your notebook.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who couldn’t help but laugh with you when she told you about what happened when she was first turned. That time she refused to put one of the soccer balls away after practice? Yeah her hands were stuck to that. Suddenly being as good a goalie as Van? Yeah her reflexes caught her off guard too.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who had a slight habit of forgetting to check her web fluid before going on patrol. Ending up on a roof, thankfully hidden, and half knocked out from throwing herself at the nearest flat surface so she didn’t fall in the middle of the street. Who dragged herself to your place where you forced her to stay awake in case she had a concussion before letting her sleep. Who got greeted with a kiss when she woke up, and borderline threatened to check her web fluid every day.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who surprised you on your six month anniversary with a date to the drive in. Questioning how she got the money. Nat sat next to you, cigarette hanging from her mouth before grabbing it with her fingers and claiming she sold Spiderman pics of herself to the news who hate her for extra cash. You had stared at her before she shrugged and handed over your shared drink like it was totally normal.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who isn’t satisfied with only throwing a bottle at the back of the assholes car that stopped and told her to show them her tits. Memorising their faces before running and following them throw Wiskayok until they were in a more secluded spot before dropping down and immediately getting into a fight. Her new abilities helping her fight way more than she thought, able to dodge with no problem.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who, due to her new senses, notices the little things now. Flies in the trailer, which direction the soccer ball is gonna be kicked in, the way Van looks at Tai in class. Hand on her chin, a small smile on her face. Who can’t help but look at you, thinking about the amount of times she’s watched you just like that when you’d been rambling about something.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who sometimes gets pulled back into the locker room by you before she has a chance to leave and go on patrol. Pulling her against you and kissing her against the lockers, hidden away in the back corner. Not for too long, to risky in case you get caught, but just enough time for the two of you to just be together.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who has a hard time on slow patrols. She likes the action, being able to think about other things. Sitting on a roof alone whilst watching people live. Often coming back to your place quiet, or brushing off any questions about how patrol went. Just slow. Still sweaty from soccer and the skintight suit doesn’t help.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who lets you shower with her. You’re home alone so there’s no chance of getting caught by anyone. Just taking your time to gently wash her hair and take care of her. Being careful around the healing bruises on her knees and almost healed scrapes on her hands.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who got caught approximately one time smoking whilst out as Spiderman. It was a slow night again, one that turned into a fast one when she got caught on a roof, mask just up above her mouth with a cigarette in her hand by someone with a camera. Immediately yanking it down and swinging out of there. She didn’t care so much that people knew Spiderman smoked, more it was something that could possibly be connected to her in the long run.
SPIDERMAN!NAT who follows you whenever you go out when it’s close to dark. Just jumping across rooftops as you walk, keeping an eye out around you. She thinks she’s slick but she’s really not, not to you.
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SYNOPSIS: Vi never imagined attending her first Pride parade would leave such a mark on her.
WC: 2k | CW: no use of y/n, this is just pure fluff
a/n: this sickly sweet fic is part of the pride & bloom collection! requests are open if you want to hop in and show our girlies some love during this month.
Bass thumps through the pavement beneath your shoes, mixing with bursts of laughter, whistles, and the occasional shout from somewhere up ahead. Rainbow flags flutter between buildings, bright against the summer sky, while crowds pour through the streets in every direction.
Vi shoves her hands in her pockets as she takes in the sight in front of her. She had never been to Pride before. Not because she didn’t want to, but because life kept getting in the way. She was too busy surviving, and that left little room for any sort of celebration, let alone a parade crowded with unapologetically happy people.
Her gaze drifts over the sea of color stretching down the avenue. Couple walking hand in hand, friends dancing to music spilling from speakers, people waving giant rainbow flags and others cheering loudly.
It’s an unfamiliar sight, not because she’d never seen queer people or loved another woman before. But seeing others existing without any fear, without the need to hide or look over their shoulders? It hits deep in her chest.
“It’s pretty impressive, right?”
Your voice finally pulls her back to the present. Vi glances over at you, finding you already watching her instead of the parade.
“Yeah,” a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “S’cool.”
“You nervous?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Please. I’ve survived prison fights.”
The words come easily, the same way they always do whenever she’s trying to brush something off. But you don’t look convinced, not even for one second. Vi fights the urge to fidget under your gaze, really hoping you’ll let it go before you manage to see through her.
The thing is, she is nervous, and she feels ridiculous about it. She’s fought people twice her size, faced down armed enforcers, survived years she never should have survived at all. A crowder parade shouldn’t make her stomach twist itself into knots. Yet, she can’t shake the strange feeling sitting heavy in her chest.
Her eyes drift back to the crowd. To the women holding hands without hesitation, the couples wrapped in pride flags, the older woman laughing just as her wife pulls her into a dance in the middle of the street.
The sight makes her chest ache in a way she doesn’t understand. Not because they’re together or because they look head over heels in love, but because they’re older. Grey hairs, smile lines, years written across their faces.
For so long, Vi had never allowed herself to think that far ahead— life had taught her not to. She’d worried about tomorrow when tomorrow arrived. Anything beyond that felt dangerous, like tempting fate. So, she got used to focus on the next day, the next fight, the next problem around the corner. Thinking about the future had always felt like a luxury meant for somebody else.
But all around her are people who look like they’ve made it. People who found someone and got to keep them to build a life together. The realization settles beneath her ribs, because for the first time, she finds herself wondering what growing old with someone would be like, to stop surviving long enough to actually live.
Before she can dwell on it for too long, you reach for her hand.
“Hey,” your voice is gentler now, thumb brushing against her knuckles. She didn’t even notice how tightly she was clenching her fist. “You okay?”
Vi glances down and stares at your joined hands for a moment. She allows herself to just enjoy the warmth of your fingers wrapped around hers.
She squeezes your hand back. “I’m okay.”
You take a small step closer, your free hand rummaging through bag. A few seconds later, you pull your hand back out, something wrapped around your fingers.
“Here.”
Your fingers brush against her skin as you carefully fasten a bracelet around her wrist. Small beads in shades of orange, white and pink catch the sunlight when you pull back. There’s a tiny charm hanging from it, and Vi lifts her hand to inspect it more closely. Her heart skips a bit as she takes a good look at it— it’s your initial.
“I made ‘em last night,” a shy smile spreads across your face as you lift your own hand. “We’re matching.”
An identical bracelet sits there, except for the small golden V dangling from it.
The matching bands aren’t even fancy, the beads aren’t perfectly aligned, hell— one of them even looks slightly crooked. And somehow, that only makes it better, because you made it for her.
Warmth settles in her chest, pushing against the strange ache that had been living there since you arrived at the parade. Her thumb brushed over the tiny charm, your initial, and a grin spreads across her face before she can stop it.
“It’s the prettiest bracelet I’ve ever owned,” she starts, and there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes when she looks back at you again. “Pretty cheesy, though.”
Your jaw drops. “Cheesy?”
“Very.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” you point accusingly at her wrist. “Take it off then.”
Vi immediately wraps her hand around the bracelet, taking a small step back as she looks at you with an offended expression.
“I’m never taking it off.”
The grin that spreads across your face is impossible to miss.
The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of color, music, and laughter.
You drag her from booth to booth, stopping to admire handmade crafts, sample food from street vendors, and buy enough stickers to cover an entire wall. At some point, a volunteer paints a tiny rainbow on Vi’s cheek. She pretends to hate it, but the dozen photos she let you take of her suggest otherwise.
The parade is louder than she expected. Cheers erupt from every corner of the street, music spills from passing floats, strangers dance together as if they’ve known each other their whole lives. Normally, crowds like this would put her on edge and she’d be scanning every exit, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It’s in those overwhelming moments when her fingers drift to the bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Her thumb brushes over your initial in a small, absentminded gesture. Every time she touches it, the warmth in her chest returns.
For the first time in a long time, Vi finds herself enjoying the moment without worrying about what might go wrong or wondering when it will end. She laughs when you pull her into a dance she swears she doesn’t know, steals bites from your food when you aren’t looking, and lets you take picture after picture, even when she complains about every single one.
And every time she catches the sight of the grin on your face, she finds herself smiling right back.
By the time the sun begins to sink lower in the sky, painting the streets gold, the crowds have started to thin. You walk side by side, your hands brushing occasionally as you make your way away from the parade route.
The day settles comfortably between you with that kind of silence that only exists when you’re with the right person. Vi’s thumb catches on the bracelet again, and you notice. A soft smile takes over your lips as you bump against her shoulder lightly.
“You’ve been playing with that thing all day.”
“It’s my favorite thing in the world,” Vi glances down at the bracelet, smiling with such tenderness it makes your heart ache.
You chuckle at her statement, and the sound makes her heart skip a bit. She looks over her shoulder, watching the last of the festival-goers pass by. The families, the friends, the couples…
She exhales quietly. “I think I get it now.”
You glance at her, eyes slightly furrowed with confusion.
“Get what?”
Vi hesitates because she’s not used to being vulnerable out loud. At least, not in the middle of the street. But she looks back once again, toward the flags still waving in the distance and the people who had spent the entire day celebrating who they were without apology.
A lump forms unexpectedly in her throat.
“Pride.”
Your expression softens, fingers curling around hers as you listen intently.
“I always thought it was just…” She gestures vaguely. “Y’know, music, big party, lots of hot people on the street.”
“And now?” you prompt, eyes never leaving her face.
Vi swallows as she tries to turn her overwhelming train of thought into a coherent sentence. Now she thinks about the older couple dancing in the street, about the countless hands she’d seen intertwined throughout the day, about the future, about belonging… about you.
“Now I see is people getting to be happy,” her grip on your hand tightens softly. “People getting to love who they love and not have to hide it.”
She pauses for a second. Then, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
“And maybe it is about realizing there’s a place for us, too.”
Your eyes fill with so much affection it nearly knocks the breath from her lungs. Before she can mutter anything else, you step closer. Close enough that she can catch the faint scent of sunscreen lingering on your skin, mixed with whatever sweet drink you’d been carrying around all afternoon.
Your hand rises to her cheek, and the rest of the world begins to blur. The tiny rainbow has started to fade, but she still feels your thumb brush across it.
You lean in, your lips finding hers with such tenderness it makes her knees weak. The kiss is slow enough for Vi to feel every part of it— the warmth of your mouth, the way your fingers curl against her jaw, the quiet sigh you let out when she leans back into you.
All day she’d been watching people celebrate love without fear, and now she finally gets it. She’s certain that she doesn’t have to earn her place beside you, she doesn’t have to fight for it, she’s allowed to be loved.
You pull back first, only far enough to rest your forehead against hers. Her hands find your automatically, fingers intertwining as the bracelets on your wrist shift with the movement.
Vi opens her eyes and finds you smiling at her, a smile so full of love it makes her chest ache all over again.
“I love you,” you whisper, thumb tracing over her cheek.
The lump returns to her throat, but she doesn’t try to swallow it down now. Instead, she squeezes your hand.
“I love you,” and she means it.
For the first time, the future doesn’t feel frightening. It feels worth looking forward to.
“…you’re a big sap.”
Vi groans immediately, hands grabbing your waist as she lets her head drop backwards. “Oh, c’mon.”
“You got emotional and it almost made me cry,” you grin, pulling her closer. When she glances back at you, she notices your teary eyes.
“I did not get emotional.”
“You should totally do next year’s Pride speech.”
Her face immediately drains of color. “There’s no fucking way.”
You laugh, the sound bright and carefree as you begin pulling her down the street.
“Please! You’d be great.”
“No.”
“You could talk about belonging.”
“No.”
“The future? Or at least give the girls some lesbian sex tips?”
Vi nearly trips over her own feet. “Okay, that’s enough.”
Your laughter only grows louder. She rolls her eyes, but smiles despite herself and lets you guide her down the street. Vi’s fingers brush against the bracelet wrapped around her wrist one last time, your initial catching against her thumb. It’s a small, simple detail, yet it somehow feels like everything.
Maybe Pride is about celebration. Maybe it’s about community. Or maybe it’s about love. But as she looks at you, chuckling beside her with your matching bracelet glinting in the sunlight, Vi thinks it’s also about finding your people, about finding your place.
And finally realizing you were never outside of it. You were just waiting for someone to take your hand and lead you home.
i don’t remember if i’ve already requested this but it’s plaguing my mind like how cute would it be for them to be so supportive of their girl like i could def see them going to all the interviews and shows guys tell me u see the vision
♫ SUMMARY: You are a popstar and dating Caitlyn and Vi who are very support of your job.
CONTENTS: Slightly Nsfw, implied smut but mostly fluff, supportive girlfriends, established relationship, cuddling, tattoo artist vi, slightly subby vi also… blink and you will miss it, making out.
CAITVI! who attend or watch every single one of your concerts. Whether they’re in the crowd or watching you from backstage or watching you on the tv (Vi after pulling a muscle at the gym and staying home that one and only she swears time)
CAITVI! who are always lounging around the house when you drop down beside them on the couch, kicking your feet up onto their lap.
CAITVI! who have watched all of your interviews until they know most of your answers by memory. Even the ones before the three of you officially got together.
CAITLYN! who sometimes plays your music when she’s taking a solo shower, which doesn’t happen often due to both you and Vi also joining whenever you’re all free.
CAITVI! who are often followed around by paparazzi when the three of you are out together. The pics online lining up to be the three of you walking, the three of you entering a building, Vi giving them the middle finger before the door closes.
CAITVI! who are completely up for cuddling after concerts. Tired and drained from jumping around the stage and singing all night, you just nuzzle in between them both under the covers.
VI! who works as a tattoo artist. Doing a few of your tattoo’s also. Who at one point tattooed lyrics from a song you wrote about them onto Caitlyn’s ribs. One of the only tattoos she has but loves seeing it and reading the lyrics across her skin.
CAITVI! who helps you relax whenever you’re nervous about interviews. Often ending up panting and moaning in one of their laps as the other’s fingers move between your legs.
CAITVI! who your fans go crazy over when you post pics of the three of you together. On your story, full posts, TikTok’s, any tiny bit of your relationship they go crazy over and is circling your name for the next few days to a week until it calms down again.
CAITVI! who could be both fighting to make out with you, Vi’s lips attacked to yours as her strong hands grip your hips. Only pulling away when it’s by the force of Caitlyn grabbing her chin and turning her face to kiss her deeply letting you watch the both of them make out in front of you.
CAITLYN! who always ends up with lipstick stains on her skin from you kissing her cheek, her neck, anywhere on her body when you see her again post concert.
VI! who plays your music when she misses you. Even if she last saw you an hour ago. Sitting in the shop with it near blasting in her ears through her headphones, walking down the street, in the car coming from the radio.
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▐ 𝓢ummary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝓋i is nothing if not insatiable and touchy. nsfw beyond this point !
• 𝓋i : constantly has her hands on you, on your waist, hip, lower back, the place doesn’t matter. just the fact that her hand is somewhere on you.
• 𝓋i : she has a big thing for public or semi-public sex. if she’s feeling particularly teasing, she’ll slip her hand under your panties while you sit in the corner at a bar. she’ll tease at first—her hand rubbing slow circles over your damp spot, she loves the feeling of your thighs clenching around her.
• 𝓋i : when she finally slips her fingers into your wet cunt, your reaction is instant. she has to lean in and whisper in your ear to be quiet. to remind you that you’re in public.
• 𝓋i : ‘c’mon doll, you can control yourself better than this.’ she says, easing her fingers in and out of you. ‘shhh, quiet down, people’ll will start to notice. you’d like that huh? having everyone realize how fuckin’ desperate you are.’
• 𝓋i : who adores kissing your neck all over, biting. she loves the sight of hickeys and bite marks on you. it is by far one of the things she enjoys the most.
• 𝓋i : you enjoys slipping her fingers into your mouth, watching you suck and drool all over them.
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a/n: heyyyaaa this is not my usual fandom buttt @wishmoafi requested it and i can never say no to her sooo…hope you guys enjoyed it though!