#again sorta

If Abolish got to Owen sooner and Legs focused on Pyro rather than Owen we could have had a happy ending for vampires

Clark Kent x fSpiderman!reader || WC: 3.2K! 😯

- When your 3 AM patrol leaves you in shambles, the comfort from your best friend picks you up, leaving both of you wanting more ☆

-cw: fluff but some angst, reader gets their shit rocked badly, descriptive details about injuries (blood, burn marks, glass shards, broken ribs), an electro cross-over cuz why not, when your duo is chill but your both vigilantes, use of Y/N once, VERY corny ship name, everyone seems to ship you two together, Clark is a star wars fan, Fucking up a sandwhich turned romantic?, slow burn(?), playful Clark!

a/n: can you tell im a marvel baby? this was fun to write, its not the best but i hope you can enjoy!

Earth-04181938. Or home, whichever one you want to call it.

Let’s start this story one last time. I promise I won’t tell it again.

My name is y/n l/n, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider that phased through a nearby rock while I was taking pictures of a radioactive spill into our water systems by Lexcorp when I was an intern at the Daily Planet. And for the past five years, I have been the one and only Arachne.

The Daily Planet had been specifically buzzing with life that evening. The Bullpen smelt like freshly printed paper, it seemed everyone was on track to finish their deadlines, and the city— oh the beautiful city, had been completely silent, meaning you had time to fully edit and reconstruct the pictures Clark oh so needed for Superman and Lois required for Arachne (which looked better then Superman’s by a long shot, but your weren’t telling that to Clark.)

Clark was weird; he had joined the Daily Planet about the same time Superman made his first big break in Metropolis, but you didn’t think much of it. There could be no way that Superman, heroic, selfless, and an all-American alien, was the same as the Kansas sweetheart that was Clark Kent. Clark was an amazing person, but not Superman amazing. He lit up the room with just his smile, always seemed interested in what anyone said, even when he had 0 idea of the topic, and had such perfect dimples that could hypnotize you in almost an instant. All those things made him your perfect crush. But you felt bad. You were so incredulously down for Clark, but if hypothetically you two had become something more, you didn’t know if you could give up the little schoolgirl crush Arachne had on Superman. 

She deserved something, you know, she swung around all day dealing with petty criminals and cats in trees (with the occasional bone-breaking fights), she deserved at least one (non-fighting, she obviously won all her fights) win. Arachne loved chatting with superman, wether it be post-fight damage control, or the hundreds of “friendly” coffee dates you two had went on, accidentally starting a fan-base called “Superchne” (pronounced Super-Knee.) filled with people who swore the both of you were dating, and as much as you wanted it, you could never put superman in that position. Maybe in another universe…

“How’s Superman looking?” A voice boomed behind you, causing an unmistakable smile to spread across your face. He leaned on your desk, his head finding comfort on your scalp, a gesture he had done many times before, causing you to giggle. You switched tabs from Arachne to Superman, earning a satisfied whistle from Clark. It was one of your best ones yet. The sun seemed to be shining directly in his face, making him look nothing less than a Greek god. The lens had caused a little rainbow over his head, and the best part? It was almost as if he was posing for you, a grin so homey and his chest popped out so confidently, oh yeah. You were satisfied, Clark was satisfied, Perry would definitely be satisfied, and you were set. 

“Jeez.. those look amazing..” Jimmy stated, and Lois soon joined the huddle.

“If those are Superman’s, imagine the ones you got for me of Arachne.” You smiled at Lois, flipping back to the tab with Arachne on it. You had multiple breath-taking shots (all taken by the beautiful drone you had managed to set up). Lois giggled excitedly and gave you a high five ecstatically.

“How do you even- do that?” Jimmy asked, shocked, but VERY curious.

“Superman’s, I take hand Pictures of, but Arachne, due to her inability to ever stay still, I have a drone that takes candid pictures every .3 seconds that practically follows her around. She’s fine with it, so.” You explained your tone steadily as you scrolled through the array of pictures, stopping at the last one, which was a picture of you and Superman. You kneeled, taking care of a few excited kids, while Superman stood in the back, watching you with a look you couldn’t quite describe. You felt Clark’s breath hitch softly on your scalp, while Jimmy and Lois simultaneously exclaimed “aweee”, causing you and Clark to turn your heads, Clark detaching his chin from your scalp, and your eyebrows furrowing.

“Do you see the way he looks at her?” Lois cooed teasingly.

“I think it’s a look of respect, nothing more.” Clark rebutted

“Okay, no, that’s definitely a look of adoration,” Jimmy reassured.

“No- I think he just- likes the way she works.” You stutter slightly, earning you weird looks from Lois and Jimmy, but one of appreciation from Clark.

“Oh boo, you both are party poopers, you guys aren’t team Superchne?” Jimmy quipped, earning two dragged-on laughs from both you and Clark. “Whattttttttt!” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean, it could be platonic-“

“And who knows it could make Arachne super uncomfortable-“ Clark added on.

“And maybe Superman-“ you followed.

“Well, maybe not Superman,” Clark stated at the same time you stated “probably not Arachne though…” earning both of you flustered looks. Lois and Jimmy just watched, amused looks, grinning at the stupid interaction. 

“Do you 4 get any work done?” Perry’s voice startled all of you, but Jimmy immediately recovered, having a light bulb go off. “Perry, look at these two.” Jimmy turned your screen to Perry’s sight. “What do you see?” Perry took a pause, everyone anticipating his next words.

“You would have to be a complete and utter imbecile to think those two aren’t in love.” Jimmy and Lois cheered as you and Clark groaned. “I switched teams last year when that picture leaked of them sitting together in a Firehouse Subs after getting their asses kicked for 2 hours, and they were both scarfing down their sandwiches while Arachne was rubbing her foot against his leg? Yeah, they’re endgame.” Jimmy reassured himself, proud of himself.

“I wouldn’t they they got their asses kicked…” you mumbled..

“Scarfing seems over the top…” Clark murmured. You both had your brains turned fuzzy and flustered, for reasons only your own person knew. Today couldn’t be any worse, though, right?

Well, you were right, ‘today’, April 17th, wasn’t any worse, but 3 AM on April 18th should’ve been considered due to its ridiculous irony. One second, you’re on night duty, stopping petty criminals, then exactly 3 hours and 43 minutes later, you’re being smashed into a light pole by Electro at 225 mph, breaking a few ribs on impact. Great, more injuries to your now double-sided list of injuries you had gotten in the past hours. You had agreed with Superman that Electro was your designated Villain, but Golly, did you need him right now?

“Jeez, Sparky- you’re usually not this passionate about bending me-“ you quipped, before dodging a car and swinging it back to electro. But in what had seemed to be an instant, he had gotten hold of your webs, and suddenly you felt yourself being what it must’ve been, being cooked inside out. You fell once again, but this time into a car, leaving bruises and a dented roof. Your muscles moved jaggedly, trying to make aggressive motions, but failing miserably, making you jolt and flinch like crazy. You were in and out of consciousness, your suit felt (and smelt) burnt up, and everything looked hazy, but you had to get up. You stumbled, rolling off the car. You had to use your web slinger to find a safe area to take a quick breather, even if the slinger was malfunctioning. Your judgment was cloudy, yes, but you had one mission, and that was to swing into safety. Even through jolts, you had swung far into the air, before you felt a tingle shoot through your body, causing you to lose control and phase through someone’s nearby window, knocking over a few tables and hitting your side into a couch, then your head on a wall.

You had coiled up, taking shaky breaths and twitching involuntarily while letting out groans of pain and dismay. You urgently pulled your mask up and greedily sucked air into your system, but it only made you sting more. After a little, you had sat up against the wall. You were dazed, but you had to examine your body, which looked worse the better your eyes focused. Your suit, in its black and red glory, was ripped and burnt everywhere. The places where it was ripped, your skin showed gnarly gashes, some still oozing bubbly blood, others were turning colors. You hadn’t even noticed the big shard in your side until now, pulling it out in a painful manner that you should’ve known better than to do. Where you had burn marks, though, the flesh was cooked, smelling pungent and crisped. Lastly, you noticed the swelling that had occurred in your chest, the result of broken ribs. You let out a devastated moan, knowing that in the end, you still had work in 5 hours. You prayed your regeneration would cut the B.S. and do what it needed to do. Groaning at the thought, you heard a familiar staticky, but taunting voice coming from outside, making your skin crawl.

‘The itty-bitsy spider came up the water spout..” Electro teased, “Down came the rain, and washed the spider out-“ you groaned stumbling up your head pounding as you spider-senses went off, but it was different, it wasn’t electro causing your senses to go haywire, you suddenly snapped your head to the near light source, seeing a 6’4, 225 pound wide-eyed man stand in the door way, toothbrush in mouth, obviously getting ready for bed. 

Your shoulders relaxed— oh, this was just Clark’s apartment— you thought— happy to see him.

….

oh.

Oh. shit.

Your shoulders immediately tensed up as you wiped the blood from your face to pull what remained of your mask back over your face. He tried to approach you, but you quickly whipped away, phasing through his window, going back outside. 

You felt sick. If you died in this fight right now, you’d be very unhappy ending it with Clark like that. You were fucked, but that was the least of your problems. You had to finish this fight; it had woken up too many people and put too Many in danger. “Hey, Sparky!” You yelled, getting Electro’s attention, putting both of your fists in a fighting stance,readying for his next attack.

The fight ended at 5 AM. You (barely) came out the victor, being able to tame electro, minimizing civilian damage, but maximizing your own damage. Your body was shutting down fast. You needed somewhere to pass out in, where you could take a quick nap to rejuvenate, but alas, through the cheers and screams of your glory, a large gust of wind came from above you, and you suddenly felt soft, not forced hand wrap around your body. Your senses were at an all-time high, so you flinched and turned to fight, only to be reassured by Superman. 

“Took you long enough,” you tried to joke, only for it to come out as a whimper. your body shutting down right before your own eyes.

“Shh shh hey it’s okay, you’re okay, you’re fine. You did great.” You were shaking so bad in his grasp, if your mind wasn’t practically in another dimension, you’d be embarrassed, but your brain was scattered, and your body was in so much pain it felt practically numb. Superman bent over and whispered comfortingly into your ear, “You can rest.” Your breath had become sharper, trying to balance. “I’ll call out for you; work can wait till later. Perry’s just gonna have to extend your deadline hmm?” In your delirious state, you took a shaky sigh of relief, laying your head on his shoulder, your vision shutting off almost immediately, leaving your unconscious body in his warm grasp.

The soft wave of sun through the windows and the unmistakable smell of pancakes had managed to lull you out of a peaceful sleep in a more than comfortable bed. You shivered slightly, grabbing more of the comforter to cover yourself in. You nuzzled your head into the edge of the blanket, trying to recall the events that led you to be in this half-drowsy state.

Patrol..electro….bad fight… Clark-

Oh Clark.

You slowly sat up, wincing from the still self-regenerating wounds, wanting to immediately call Clark to apologize and explain yourself, when you realized something was off.

This isn’t your apartment.

You looked down at your body, seeing that you were wrapped in bandages too tight to have been done by you, and on top of that, you were being greeted with a VERY oversized tee that had Queen Padme Amidala plastered in the middle, a shirt you had bought Clark last month as a birthday gift. what the-

“Usually when a friend needs to sleep over-“ a voice chimed in, causing your spider senses to flare— “they would use the door to enter, and not fling themselves through my living room.” Clark’s tone was teasing. He stood in the doorway way leaned against the frame, wearing a shirt that did miracles for his biceps, His glasses halfway on his nose, his hair tousled in a way only someone who just woke up could rock, carrying a plate of pancakes with eggs and bacon accompanying them. You didn’t know what to say, how to start, or how to stop the flush in your cheeks as he walked over with the food, making the situation feel 10x more domestic.

“Clark i-“ you tried to respond, earning a finger to Clark’s lips, with a brighter smile someone should be wearing, having just figured out their best friend is a vigilante.

“Eat first, the last time you’ve eaten was 2 days ago. Your body needs the food to regenerate faster, no?” he said, crouching down next to you, laying his head over his crossed arms on top of the bed. All you could do was stare at him, before graciously nodding, accepting the fork, and almost immediately scarfing down the pancakes, displaying how hungry you were. He smiled as he watched you eat, grazing his fingers against your knee. “How are your ribs? I saw that you had big chunks floating around, and I didn't know if they still hurt as much.”

You scoffed. “You saw them? Jeez, Kent, I didn't know you had a portable X-ray in your house.” You laughed, earning a grin from Clark.

“Well, I guess when you put it like that,” Clark replied, pulling off his glasses— “I could be considered a walking X-ray.” You stared at him for a second, trying to figure out what he meant, before you realized how disgustingly similar he looked to Superman without his glasses.

Oh

You stared at Clark, letting out a breathy laugh. “I- uhm- wow.” You stammered, your brain not forming fully coherent thoughts. Superman— I mean Clark— chuckled, his grin widening ever so slightly.

“Am I allowed to say that’s the same reaction I had last night when you crashed in here?” Clark cooed, making your face flush.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry about last night, that wasn’t how I wanted to tell you- I hope I didn’t get any blood anywhere, that was so inconsiderate of me-“ you rambled on, stopping at the hearty laugh Clark had responded with, making your face flush even more.

“You were flung into my apartment involuntarily, and you’re apologizing? Yeah- no doubt you’re Arachnid. I’m mad I didn’t notice before.” He gave you a warm smile before standing up. “Scooch. The floor’s uncomfortable.” You complied almost instantly, letting out a soft groan as you moved over on the bed. He gave you a slightly sympathetic look, joining you in bed. He made sure you were still comfortable. You both sat in silence, not knowing what to say next. I mean, you, Arachnid, and him, Superman? There was a lot to unpack.

“So- have you told anyone yet?” Clark asked, trying to break the silence. You shook your head no, not knowing who to tell. “You?” 

Clark smiled, taking a deep breath. “Well, my parents, the ‘Justice gang’, Lois-“ he took a pause, and you interjected, “You told Lois before you told me?” You scoffed in disbelief. Clark gave you a shrug.

“Lois figured out through sheer luck, like 3 years ago. Plus, I didn’t know how you’d react.” His tone quieted at the last part. “But can’t I make that same argument for you?” 

You sighed, nodding. You knew that if Clark ever distanced himself from you, you wouldn’t know what to do.. “I just- didn’t want to lose you, Clark.” He looked at you, leaning over and leaving a peck on your forehead. “You won’t. And you wouldn’t have. I would’ve understood. Superman or not.” You smiled, letting yourself melt under his touch. 

“In the office, when we were looking at the pictures…did you mean it? When you said you wouldn’t mind- if we…” You merged your hands together, giving Clark an unexpected cough, clearing his throat.

“Well, I mean- I didn’t know because I don’t want to make it uncomfortable-“ he stammered, making you smile.

“‘Cause I don’t mind.” You said blatantly. You had waited for this moment for years now, and you weren’t gonna waste what could’ve been your only chance. Clark’s eyes widen, locking you. You had turned your body at this point, fully facing Clark. You felt bad, he looked overly flustered, but deep down, you knew how hot that made him. You crawled in front of him, going into the space between his legs, putting your hand over his. His breath hitched, but he immediately adapted, wrapping his hands delicately around your waist. You fixed the loose strand on his face, lowering your hand to cup his cheek. “..do you?”

“Do I….what?” His voice was husky as he took a sharp breath, drawing circles in your waist. 

“Mind? Do you mind?” You craved his approval, that verification that proved the years of lingering touches, elongated eye contact, and syrupy sweet talk weren’t in vain. He paused, before breaking into a small grin, shaking his head no, leaning forward cautiously, and you let him.

You closed the gap instantly, your lips making the bare minimum of contact, but the signals seemed to go off crazy in both of your heads, causing both of you to crash into each other, prompting both of your eyes to flutter closed. Clark lifts you up, putting you in a straddling position, your hands moving to the back of his head. You let him take the lead, his hunger seeming to outmatch yours..

-

When both of your adrenaline levels seemed to die off. Both of your breaths were heavy as Clark left lazy pecks scattered through your whole face.

“Jeez, Kansas..” you breathed, “Does this mean we’re automatically team supernche now?” You mumbled, earning a hearty laugh from Clark.

“I guess so.” He cooed, leaving a soft peck on your lips that seemed to make everything feel better. And everything was better. Everyone you wanted to know, knew, and you were able to appease both yourself and Arachne, making that morning one you could’ve never forgotten..

[achievement unlocked: it found you anyway]

Read through @fairsweetlonging 's horror game au the other day, and it stuck in my brain immediately. It's so rad so far, and I can't wait to see how they continue it!

Some process/without text versions under the cut

Sonic the Hedgehog, reference

Sonic, post-prime; character redesign from These Restless Hearts are Waking, my sonadowverse series

Especially when the characters have money. For the love of god, if you’re gonna write an obscenely wealthy character, please let them buy tacky, stupid things, and have ridiculous weddings. I would like to live vicariously through a character with a skincare routine worth more than my entire current bank account. I gotta see them spend that money, either that and/or donate. You gave them money, make them interact with it.

I’m just sick of blasé characters. There’s practical and then there is just a killjoy. Especially with weddings, especially when most or all of the characters’ families get to be there. Like I need authors to remember that a very happy, big, nice wedding is a privilege not everyone gets. And I’m not saying every couple from here on out needs a million dollar wedding or anything, I just wish there were more sweet, sentimental, well done weddings in fiction. I feel like I sound crazy when I talk about this, but marriage is special, especially queer and/or disabled marriage.

I think I'll call it "The Pac Land Chronicles" or something like that. I'll probably shove the information pertaining to it in a Google Doc as it's developed.

Funny, I originally intended to rewrite PMATGA but here I am creating lore for the 80's Pac Man show haha.

Just…you know. In case.

Shadow was in their burrow, having slept in after a rough morning. He was sliding on his air shoes when the box materialized on the table by the door.