#pavitri

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on Tumblr

also this tweet omg:

bonus hcs because i think abt them too much:

they're all trans and bi because i said so

hobie's still part of the friend group, but he just doesn't need a lover (#independentking), and he's probably the only one out of them that can like drive (or isn't scared to break the law and drive without a license), so he just drives the other four to go on their little dates

miles-gwen-pavitr-gayatri-hobie the friend group ever!!!

miles, gwen, and pav always feel bad for like leaving gayatri to do spider-man things and keeping their identities from gayatri, but then gayatri found out their identities like really early on but didn't tell them (saw someone say this about pav and gayatri and i'm deciding to make it about miles-gwen-pav and gayatri)

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on Pinterest.

At least, that’s what tourists tend to say. Gayatri was plenty used to it by now. Troubles of being a local? If one could call them that. Whatever.

It was Saturday morning. Gayatri wouldn’t exactly call it early anymore, but the sun was hardly halfway past rising. She hadn’t wanted to make a habit of climbing up to rooftops, but this was the fourth Saturday in a row that she’d decided to lean on the chest-high wall making up this roof’s edge.

And frankly, she planned on it being the last time.

There was a little chorus of voices from the balconies below. That was the first signal. Gayatri stood up straight, eyes on the other buildings in hopes of catching—

A white string suddenly coiled around the bars of a balcony across the way, and a blur of color flew up past the rooftops, seeming to hang in the air as it twirled a few times. Show off.

Gayatri giggled to herself, smiling as she raised her hands. “Spiderman!” She shouted, and that graceful twirl turned into a slightly panicked flail. The strand of white looped around the signal tower in the corner of the rooftop, and Spiderman swung down toward where she stood. His feet landed eerily silent on the ledge, and he pulled down the rope he’d been using as she approached him.

“Ah, good morning, Gaya—uh, Gayatri, right?” He had stepped down from the ledge and reached for a hug as he spoke, only to pull back to a handshake toward the end. “I’m so sorry; we meet like this so often, and I haven’t gotten your name down yet…”

The effort it took not to roll her eyes felt like enough to reverse gravity. That voice was awful. …He was so cute though. She was really biased, but still.

“It’s fine!” She assured him, shaking his hand with both of hers before stepping back. She picked up the backpack she’d brought with her, reaching in to pull out a bottle of water.

Such had become their little ritual. She’d wait for him right here, since it seemed to be where he usually finished his morning patrol, with not much more than a cold water bottle and some snacks from the corner shop where they went to school.

…Where she went to school. Herself. Obviously. Yeah, no; it felt dumb pretending.

Today, though, she’d prepared something a bit different. She turned away and pretended to rummage, knowing by now that he wouldn’t even open the bottle if he thought she could see him moving his mask. When the cap clicked back onto the bottle, she just so happened to pull out the little box she’d been looking for. It was tied shut with a handkerchief patterned with a fluffy yellow mouse and lightning bolts; she’d been meaning to return it to her boyfriend anyway.

“Here you are.” She said casually, and she could tell from the gasp he let out that he was ecstatic. She tried desperately not to smile too much at the way he struggled not to grab the box too fast.

“Oh, miss, you shouldn’t have!” He said brightly, only to clear his throat when his voice came out completely undisguised. “I-I, um… Thank you.”

She let out a bit of a snicker at his panic, gently motioning to the box. “Well, go on; you can open it.”

He sort of pawed at the knot on the cloth, touching it gingerly. Somehow, she could picture the look on his face from the way he rocked on his feet. “This, uh, it’s that monster game, right? It’s so cute; where’d you get it?”

“Oh, I just borrowed it from a friend.” She bit her lip on a grin when his gaze snapped up to her.

“Just a friend?”

She rested her hands behind her back, smiling coyly. “Well, we are very close. And he is kinda cute.” She moved closer and bumped him with her shoulder. “Just open it, please?”

He paused and glanced between her and the box before finally pulling the fabric loose, catching it between his fingers as he lifted the lid. Once again, she was purposefully looking away, but she grinned brightly at the excited noise he failed to catch in time. Inside the box were a few slices of khaman dhokla, each cut into the shape of the sun and decorated with sesame seeds.

“I-I, you—This is amazing!” He had snuck a bite of one of the slices, and Gayatri snuck a glance over her shoulder just after.

“Yeah, that ‘friend’ of mine has an auntie with the best recipe. I thought you might like it.”

Spiderman’s act had been thoroughly broken down, and Gayatri couldn’t help being a bit captivated by the smile on his lips as he finished the slice. He did a slight double-take when he noticed her watching him, pulling his mask back down and stammering.

“I should—I should go, miss. Yeah, um, thank you so much, really, but I—yeah...” He clutched the box and started to step away, glancing between her and the edge of the roof.

Gayatri’s face fell, a tiny bit of panic rushing through her as he tried to flee. “W-Wait, please! I’m…sorry.” She said softly, stepping forward and grabbing his arm gently. “Would it be okay if I, um, if I hugged you, Spiderman?”

She kind of expected him to run off, but he leaned just enough to set the box on the rooftop before spinning around and hugging her almost too tight. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she hugged him back, letting her chin rest against his shoulder.

“I really don’t like pretending anymore…” She murmured after a moment.

She could feel him hesitate as he moved his hand, and he pulled her in tighter by her shoulder. “Yeah… I know the feeling sometimes.”

“N-No, I…” She took a breath, and when he started to pull away, she held him tighter. “I’m done. Pretending, I mean.”

He was about to say something; about to use that stupid voice again, too. Before she could even stop herself, her hands had squeezed at his sides, thumbs pressing right at the base of his ribs.

He squeaked, his hands tensing for a moment. “H-Hey!”

She couldn’t help the smile that caught her lips, and she threw her arms around him again while her fingers sought out a certain spot along his back. “Oh? Are you ticklish?” She asked gently, trying not to smirk when he didn’t pull away from her.

“Only a little—EEK!” He yelped as her nails slipped up between his shoulders. “Gayatri!”

“A little, huh?” She teased, realizing he seemed to be making an effort not to push her away. Suddenly, so many moments made so much more sense. “You were hiding the super strength. Aw, घाम…”

He didn’t even seem to notice her murmured comment, giggling into her shoulder as she let her fingers crawl up and down his back.

“You’re amazing, Pavitr.” Her hands had slowed to gentle scratching, raking away the phantom tingles that always drove him crazy when she tickled him.

He went still. He stood up straight and stared into her eyes.

She smiled at him, resting her hands on his sides. “Pavitr. If you do that voice again, I’ll destroy you.” She joked, prodding his ribs gently.

He prickled, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her. “Gayatri… I…How?”

“How?” Gayatri blinked, a part of her appalled that he would even ask. She brought one hand up, running her fingers through the hair that flowed over the top of his mask. “How?!” She started to laugh, leaning into his chest and shaking her head. “How did I ever miss it?! Pavitr, you—You’re…I don’t even know!”

Her hand had fallen to his cheek, and he didn’t stop her when she slipped her thumb under his mask. He moved his own hand over hers, finally pushing the mask up and off of his face. She laughed excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as he hugged her tightly.

“Y-You, um, you won’t tell anyone, right?” He asked softly, catching her lips in a kiss before looking away.

“Of course I won’t. You know I can keep a secret.” She ran her thumb across his cheek, and she watched his smile brighten as he leaned into her palm. “Just promise you’ll be careful.”

“I know; I already am.” Pavitr let himself chuckle, cradling her hand against his face. “Oh! I just thought of something!”

“Yeah?”

“You know now. So, guess what~” He laced their fingers together, his free arm slipping around her waist.

She tipped her head, and she giggled as he pressed a few kisses to her temple before whispering:

“I’m not going to hold back as much.” Pavitr’s grin turned playful.

Gayatri realized instantly, but somehow, it still wasn’t fast enough. His hold was like iron, and his fingers crawled like spiders up her back. He laughed right along with her giggles as he nuzzled into her neck.

And despite that, she still seemed to win more of their tickle fights than he did.

he can't handle any of this pain with the burning on his skin, the stinging of the blood against his own skin, the sounds of the bustling city, the wind blowing past him as he runs and swings away from danger. a whimper escapes pavitr's mouth as he limps to one of the many alleyways in the huge city that he called home. 

pavitr drops his exhausted body to the ground beneath him as he clutches at his wound, his hand stained with his deep red crimson blood. his breath hitches as the liquid drips off of his fingers, bleeding onto his suit. he feels like he can't breathe. 

his breath is shaky every time he inhales air, his ribs are sore and the skin above is probably littered with forming bruises. pavitr can't focus on anything but the burning of his skin as he tries to focus on anything else that would make his pain lessen but he can't– it's too much. 

he tries to think about how quickly he could get home from here without collapsing but that'd be impossible. he can barely stand without getting dizzy, let alone swing across the city. he doesn't even want to attempt it in the case that he gets attacked again or he just straight up collapses. he can't do anything except sit in silence and wait for himself to somehow limp himself over to his house that's on the other side of the city or just die. 

pavitr rests his head against the graffiti filled brick wall against him as he sighs, his body hurts. he feels a stinging pain everywhere he can feel. he's scared he might die, he's horrified at the fact. he hasn't done anything in his life– he hasn't graduated school, he hasn't told gayatri he loves her. he pauses as cold travels through his body– oh my god, gayatri. 

if he died, what would they tell her? that he just randomly bled out one day? or that he was spiderman and risked his life? she probably wouldn't believe them– she'd probably laugh at the news. she wouldn't believe anyone about that, he was doing just fine hiding it.

glass crunches closely in the distance, the clinking of the glass shards against the concrete. pavitr tenses up as he clutches his abdomen, trying not to groan in pain as he attempts to stay quiet. 

"pavitr?" a familiar soft, lively voice calls out for him. 

pavitr pauses in confusion– why was she here? how did she know he was even here? pavitr had so many questions but it's not like he could possibly ask them without explaining why he had on a spiderman suit and why he was nearly bleeding to what he assumed was his death.

he hears her shoes moving and soon she pops her head into the alleyway. 

"oh, there you are." she says and pavitr freezes in his spot, he feels like he can't possibly move at this moment. 

"huh?" pavitr asks as she walks closer to him, he wants to tell her to leave, to go– anything. she can't know. she can't. but a part of him wants her to stay and hold him closer than ever before. 

"i got worried about you." she says as she crouches in front of him, "you were fighting so well, pavitr." she chuckles softly as she ruffles his hair.

"i don't–" pavitr coughs as gayatri still stares at him as if he had hung all the stars in the sky, "who?"

gayatri stares blankly as pavitr pretends not to know that spiderman was himself. 

"i'm not stupid, i know you." 

pavitr nods slowly as she smiles at him and he knows she has won already. 

"do you, though?" pavitr asks and she rolls her eyes as she groans then she grins widely as she glances out of the alleyway before looking back at pavitr. 

"you don't." pavitr affirms her.

"really?" she lifts a brow, "let me see you then. without the mask, obviously."

pavitr hisses and he shakes his head, "defeats the whole purpose of the mask, you know?"

"i just need to confirm something, please." she says and pavitr can't help it. he knows that he has the mask for a reason and he can't have anyone knowing it's him but gayatri has him wrapped around her finger and he can't really resist her anymore. 

"i–" he stutters, unsure of what to even say, "i can't." 

"okay." she speaks softly before she eyes the wound on his abdomen, "let me see that."

pavitr can't resist her as she presses down on the wound with light touches and yet he's still hissing and flinching from the pain. gayatri looks up at him with her round eyes that remind pavitr of everything good in the world but he can't really say that, can he? 

"thank you." he says as she rolls down his suit to see a mess of his bloody injured torso. he watches her face, expecting her to tense up or even run away in disgust– but she doesn't. all gayatri does is stare at it as she examines it without ever touching it. her eyes are focused as she squints and stares at his bruised and bloody torso covered with his own and other dark crimson blood, but mostly his own. 

she purses her lips as she moves to roll the sleeves up on her blouse and pavitr freezes, "what are you doing?" 

gayatri furrows her brows, "helping you…?" she's clearly confused as she brushes his concern off.

"i don't want you to stain your clothes." pavitr says quietly. he thanks god that he still had the mask on because if he didn't gayatri would surely see him flushing so badly that his skin was practically painted pink.

"oh, how romantic." gayatri cooes and pavitr swears he can see her blush for a solid second before she continues, "well, i own a washing machine thankfully so i don't have to worry about that!" 

"right." pavitr nods, "of course." 

gayatri pulls something out of her purse that he had not even noticed she had with her. she purses her lips as her eyes trail over his scarred torso, his torso littered with small scars, yellowing bruises and two large scars underneath his pecs, those were definitely not from battle, she knows that. 

gayatri pulls out small wipes from her purse and pavitr doesn't even know why he tries to rationalize what she has or doesn't have in her bag at this point. her fingertips are pressing down around the wound, wiping off the excess blood of the wound as he hisses softly in pain, his eyebrows are eyes scrunching up at the pain. 

"sorry." she mumbles as she swipes the blood off of his skin. pavitr nods and mumbles something about it being okay even though deep in his heart it really wasn't because it hurt like hell. 

"i'm going to clean the actual wound now, okay? it's gonna hurt more now but i'll be here, okay?" she affirms pavitr who simply nods. he's already in pain so he can't possibly imagine how much worse it could possibly get. 

he watches as she pulls q-tips out of her bag and some sort of ointment for him. pavitr glances at it nervously and he watches as she looks up at him with her round brown eyes. 

"just breathe." she says as she demonstrates, breathing in and out slowly as pavitr shakily nods. 

pavitr is not excited as he watches her swipe the tip of the q-tip against the tube of ointment. she breathes slowly as she inches near pavitr's wound and as soon as he sees her breathe slowly in, he can feel the searing burning pain in his side. 

"shit!" pavitr whines as he grips on to gayatri's bicep, "gayatri, i can't do this. it hurts." 

he can only feel the searing pain in his side as she swipes at the wound. he can feel her pause before she speaks once more, "pavitr?"

he gasps out, "what?" 

"i never told you my name." she says and he swears he can hear a smirk on her lips, knowing she's caught him. 

"fuck!" he shouts both in pain and the fact that he accidentally just revealed himself without meaning to. the pain stops as she removes the q-tip from his body and tosses it into a nearby trashcan. 

pavitr peels off the mask as he watches gayatri grin, not in shock but from the pure fact that she was right. 

"how long have you known?" pavitr asks as she unravels the gauze in her bag. how big was her bag anyways? 

she shrugs, "a year, i think?" 

"that's the exact amount of time i've been spiderman." pavitr sighs as she leans over to wrap the gauze around his waist. 

gayatri shrugs, "you were never that good at lying, you know."

"that's not true." pavitr says and all she can do is lift a brow. 

"oh, it most certainly is." she grins as pavitr gasps in shock. he can't believe her, he's the best liar he knows. 

gayatri purses her lips, "it was kind of obvious without you even lying, though. i would see you with bruises and marks and it'd worry me until i realized that he has the same injuries that spiderman does so…" 

"okay that's just an insane reach now." pavitr laughs as she chuckles as well, tucking in the gauze and cutting off the excess. 

she nods as she leans against the wall beside him. it's silent between the two– only breathing is heard in the silence of the night. 

"i was worried about you." she says softly as she scratches at the skin around her nail, "i don't want you to die."

pavitr chuckles as he glances at her– the light bouncing against her warm golden brown skin that made her look like an angel. he couldn't think of life without her. 

"will you still kiss me, even when we're ghosts?" pavitr says and he watches as gayatri's eyes falter at his words before a breathless chuckle escaped her lips.

"i would." she smiles softly, "but i hope that you stay safe so i wouldn't have to do that."

"okay." pavitr nods, breathlessly, "i'm fine with doing that." 

"good," she says, "lets get you home now, hm?"

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on Pinterest.