#listen i know this isn't my regular spiderman content

[s0apysm1les]

Ohhh my gosh~ I just came across a yandere x reader short for Spiderman and it was so so soooo good! But it left off at a cliffhanger! And it got me thinking...

yandere spiderman x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 1k+

Yandere Spiderman who sneaks into Reader's room at night just to stare at you and watch you sleep

Content: GN!Reader, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, Watching someone sleep

Only chicken little uses a beta

Living in New York, you always lock your windows - hell you'll put a slip of wood in along the track on your more paranoid nights. Which you've been having more often lately. You find it difficult to sleep lately, wanting to keep yourself up all night to make sure that there isn't anyone there. You know there isn't. There can't be! But you still can't escape the feeling that you get when you wake up... someone was here... it says. You can almost smell someone else's shampoo on your desk chair - well, it could be someone else's or it could be that the new soap your using just smells like that after a bit?

Whatever it was, you knew something was off. Was something moved or missing? Was there any sign of someone having broken in, but things were the same as usual. The bar was still in place, hidden in the window's track from creeping eyes, holding the frame down - should the lock be broken somehow. But what wasn't there the night before was a small spiderweb in it. And sitting neatly in the center of the web was one you recognized as a Lace Web Spider. It had a darker head and a butterscotch colored body and some splashes of a lighter honey-colored shade of brown.

You were well educated in the world of Arachnids and Insects due to a completely *rational* fear of them and bugs - despite what others might say. Your arachnophobia and Entomophobia had a long history, following you all the way back to why you moved to New York in the first place.

You stomached the small whimper that came up at the sight of the small creature and backed away slowly. You were so petrified of the currently docile ...thing! that you had immediately grabbed what you needed and quickly shot out of your apartment a good ten minutes before usual. Looks like this morning was the first in a long time where you wouldn't greet that Parker guy as you left for work.

You had developed a habit of greeting the soft-spoken brunet each morning as you both left at the same time. You worked at the coffee shop just two storefronts down and across the street from the Daily Bugle, so you two tended to take the same path and as such you started talking. He was cute... in a simple way. He wears a pair of black frame glasses and has a semi-permanent smile on his face, the kind that many people take advantage of. And you were sure that many did.

But ignoring him since he wasn't there, you went to work. You poured the regular cup for J Jonah Jamison for the moment his pressed intern of the week to rush in for it just ten seconds after you completed it. Jamison was a good man. Eccentric for sure! But he did mean well... for the most part... you hoped...

The day came and went, screaming matches from angry people were heard and given and you headed home. The spider, terrifyingly enough, was gone and you took an unused chopstick from your last order of chinese takeout and swiped the web up. Nothing. No eggs, no bugs in it and no damage to the window from in or outside.

Again, you went to bed not really wanting to go to bed and again you woke with the spider in the window, web once again on the stick.

It was tonight that you decided to test your paranoid mind. It never steered you wrong before and if nothing happened, that would show your mind that there was nothing to fear... So you go to bed thirty minutes more than usual and start doing math in your head to stay awake. While subtracting 7 from 100 until you got as low as you could that something happened. You were at 42 and you were sure that you messed up somewhere when a soft, barely audible tap was enough to catch your attention.

Never really one to lose their cool in high stress situations, you were still calm with level breathing and a calm heart rate when you hear a soft set of feet settle on the carpet you covered the ugly old wooden floor with.

You were curious. Who wouldn't be? You stayed there, trying to listen for their breathing and found and felt nothing. You were wondering how they even entered the room in the first place when a soft -ticking was the best word to describe it-sound seemed to come from around your room.

Your heart began to race, knowing just what you were hearing was the itch inducing sound of a spider's legs, like dry wicker brushing together. Your eyes shoot open and you were unfortunately facing said window as you did. From there, you could see a shadowy figure sitting in the chair in front of your desk. You only saw the large one at first, until you noticed all of the smaller ones too, crawling slowly through the light.

"It's okay citizen-" the figure chipped. His words sounded like they came from a smiling mouth, but they were cold and made your skin crawl. You saw the large white slits of his eyes stand out against his red textured body suit.

"I was just... making sure you were okay." The notably male voice of the now identified Spiderman told you in a flat tone. You held your head back from shaking negatively, be it either in disbelief or horror, you were sure he wouldn't appreciate the action at all.

You held out in the uncomfortable silence for a good ten seconds before you had to speak again.

"...Why?" You dragged out, slowly wrapping you throw blanket over you like a sweater under the gaze of your friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. There was something about not being able to see where he was looking as he stared at you that unnerved you even more so than the twenty-something spiders of varying species slowly walking to the super human sitting in your chair.

"I can't have you getting hurt~" His tone held a sort of joy in it as he spoke. Tilting his head, he continued, "After all, I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman, [Name]. You're safe, don't worry. Go back to sleep, now." He chuckled. He didn't clarify further, just continued staring at you until you laid back down onto your bed and tried to return to sleep under his scrutinizing gaze.