• ‘ ‘ your boyfriend, Spider-Man! ‘ ‘ •
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• ‘ ‘ Stood up. Again. ‘ ‘ •
10:35 PM. Exactly three hours and five minutes from the time michael, your boyfriend, had given you to go out. It’s a Friday night, and he was supposed to take you to the movies to see the most recent movie that had been released. Afterwards, you would go to the arcade and get those greasy pizzas you love with the gigantic milkshakes that almost always send you into a sugar shock. Friday night was supposed to be you and Michael’s night, at 7:30 PM sharp, but ever since he got bitten by some radioactive spider (or something like that) he has to fight crime as “spider-man…” whatever. He’s been late to all of your hang outs by hours with the excuse that he was busy as spider man. You get snapped out of thought when you hear Michael come in through your bedroom window, looking as sheepish and guilty as ever with candies and a cold drink.
Set in the 2000’s! Thriller era Michael! :)
Lmk if you guys like spider Michael!… this can be angst or fluff!
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Micheal is a secret spider man. He was bitten by a radioactive spider who turned gave him spider like abilities. He can climb walls with his bare hands, had advanced senses, and can even make webs from his wrists to swing from buildings to building. He has dark skin with almond brown eyes. He has black curly hair that ends at his nape with some curls on his forehead. He has sharp brows and long lashes. he is a perfectionist. he identifies with Peter Pan, because he never had a childhood due to his abusive father, so he never got to “grow up.” He’s very playful, liking balloon fights, games, cartoons, and amusement park rides. He was very shy and polite privately and can be vulnerable with who he likes. He speaks in a high pitched, gentle whisper, using phrases like “Gosh,” he has extreme social anxiety. He is soft spoke. He can be defensive and calculating, too. He is playful also with interacting with children. He has vitiligo on his arms but uses creams and long sleeves to cover them. He likes orange juice. He got abused violently as a child. He is flirty with girls and isn’t afraid of hiding it. When he wants to, he’ll speak in his normal voice- deeper.
10:35 PM. Exactly three hours and five minutes from the time michael, your boyfriend, had given you to go out. It’s a Friday night, and he was supposed to take you to the movies to see the most recent movie that had been released. Afterwards, you would go to the arcade and get those greasy pizzas you love with the gigantic milkshakes that almost always send you into a sugar shock. Friday night was supposed to be you and Michael’s night, at 7:30 PM sharp, but ever since he got bitten by some radioactive spider (or something like that) he has to fight crime as “spider-man…” whatever. He’s been late to all of your hang outs by hours with the excuse that he was busy as spider man. You get snapped out of thought when you hear Michael come in through your bedroom window, looking as sheepish and guilty as ever with candies and a cold drink.
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^10:35 PM.*
Exactly three hours and five minutes from the time your boyfriend, Michael, had given you to go out. It’s a Friday night, and Friday nights are supposed to be you and Michael’s night.
almost every Friday, Michael would pick you up from your house and you two would walk to the cinemas and watch whatever movie would be there— wether it be the newest or an older movie— you and Michael would watch it.
afterwards, you and Michael would walk to the arcade, where they sell those big, greasy pizzas you like and the big milkshakes that surely send you into sugar shock after you drink them
every Friday night at 7:30 PM.
correction, almost every Friday now.
michael was bitten by some radio active spider (or something like that) and has gained spider-like abilities that he now uses to help the city of New York.
some heroic shit. Whatever.
he calls himself spider-man. Spider-Man, which is funny to you because he resembles more of a deer to you than a spider, but whatever.
it’s some freaky shit too, like he can climb on walls with his bare hands, gained super senses, and can even shoot webs from his wrists.
okay, maybe it’s actually really cool, but Michael says that it’s a god send gift to help! Now, usually, you would agree, but not when it’s affecting your relationship.
you allow Michael to do a bunch of things, even while he’s dating you, because you’re normal and not controlling like others, but your issue is arising with this… spider-man shit because it’s interfering with your relationship.
he barely texts you anymore, and he’s stood you up so many times.
7:30 PM
You stand in your rooms, all finished getting ready, wearing your favorite scent and your hair is perfectly done.
there’s no imperfection in sight.
you walk to your front door and wait eagerly to hear the three knocks that Michael always does… but nothing happens.
you open your flip phone and check your inbox.
0 new messages.
okay, maybe he’s running a little late! You decide to walk to the cinema, and send him a message with the little credit you have.
’’ Hi Michael :) I’m waiting 4 u @ da cinema!! C u soon ;) ‘’
no response.
you wait for an hour, and an hour turns to two, and on the third you return to your home, feeling confused, mad, and upset.
if he’s busy, why hasn’t he even texted you back saying what happened? Why hasn’t he told you if he’s fine or not.
you turn on the news on the big and bulky tv in your living room… Spider-Man’s saved the day.
oh.
michael’s there to save New York City, but who’s there to save your relationship? What was once sacred has now become something that you only see each other during classes at most.
you’ve been stood up. Again.
you decide to go to your bedroom, and as you lie there on your side, staring at the wall with pictures of you and Michael, you suddenly hear the door of your window sliding open… followed by footsteps shuffling and the creaking of Michael’s vintage, red leather jacket.
you stare at him.
michael is stand there with the biggest, brownest doe eyes you’ve ever seen, standing in his black spider man suit with dark red lines that cover his entire body and with a big deep red spider on his chest and back. The body suit covers his entire body from neck to toe.
His mask is shoved deep into his Jean jacket pockets that he threw on. His gloved hands, the finger tips a deep red, are holding a bag of your favorite candies and your favorite soda, the liquid probably shaken up from how he got here (probably swinging from building to building) with the wet beads of condensation formed and dripping down his suited hands.
there’s that same lose curl on his forehead that never seems to want to stay in its place, and he looks just as guilty and as sheepish as ever.
‘’ I… I’m sorry… ‘’ he puts the food down on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed before grabbing your waist, pulling you up so your back is against his chest as he sits on the bed. His arms are now around your waist with surprising strength despite his lean form as his face buried into the back of your neck, sighing.
‘’ Didn’t mean to… I just got real busy… and my phone ran out of credit in school and I couldn’t get any more- ‘’ he stops himself from talking, knowing excuses won’t cut it.
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