#spider man no way home lockscreen

[the-kr8tor]

I'll keep saving you over and over again.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN Reader/ Spider-Punk x GN reader

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: Spider-Punk saves you twice in one day, unbeknownst to you, Spider-Punk and your boyfriend of 2 years are one and the same.

Tags: tw Blood, established relationship, fluff with a hint of angst. Near death experience.

* I do not consent to having my work translated and/or published on other platforms*

Living in London has its perks, good food, walkable streets, and its very own Spider-Man, or some people like to call him Spider-Punk. You like Spider-Punk, you even have a tiny crush on the man. But of course no one can ever replace the love of your life, Hobie Brown. you two became quick friends the moment you were introduced to Hobie, a few months later, your friendship became much more than that. You've been together for a couple of years now, he made your move to London much more bearable, you honestly would've moved back home a long time ago if it weren't for him. You haven't been this happy in a long time.

Well at least you would be, if you weren't running away from this week's villain.

You were on your way home, when a crowd started running towards you, with a sense of self preservation, you ran with them. Knowing this was London, where there's always a villain of the week attacking its historic streets, you kept running away with the crowd without asking anyone what you're running away from. Best case scenario you're in a prank show, worst case, the Green Goblin's up your ass, so you kept running.

Your lungs burn, your ankles getting weaker with every step. 'I need to start doing cardio' you thought. There's a sudden crash behind you, slowly smoke and debris fill your surroundings. Screams can be heard from various directions.

This is definitely not a prank.

With a burst of adrenaline you ran faster than you've ever had in your entire life. Without looking where your feet landed, you accidentally tripped on a piece of debris, you felt gravity take its course. You close your eyes instinctively, before you face planted you heard a thwip sound behind you. Instead of the cold concrete meeting your face, you felt a sturdy body holding you. Slowly opening your eyes, praying to every deity that the one holding you isn't actually Green Goblin or worse, the Vulture.

Instead you meet Spider-Man's iconic mask, the spikes on his head would've looked menacing for other people, but to you it was hope, a reassurance that you would come back home, back to Hobie. He looked down to see the giddy smile on your face, wordlessly he tilted his head in curiosity. He finally set you back down in a plaza where people are gathering.

"Were we swinging?" You asked, swaying, trying to find your footing.

He tilted his head again, adorable you thought.

"Are you-" he cleared his throat, "Are you alright lo-?"

Weirdly enough he spoke in a much higher voice when he corrected himself. But you didn't pay it any attention, adrenaline still rushing through you.

"You're THE Spider-Man! I can't believe it! I just got saved by Spider-Man himself!" You gestured at him animatedly.

"You're definitely alright" He pointed out with a small laugh.

If you weren't fangirling so much you would've noticed the relief in his voice, and how his shoulder relaxed a bit.

"Please stay here" He instructed

"But-" Before you could get a word in, he's already swinging back to the fight.

"I can't believe it! I can't wait to tell hobie!" realization hit you, "oh God! Hobie! He must be so worried" quickly grabbing your phone from your coat pocket you open it, your lockscreen of a selfie of both you and Hobie filling the screen. You call Hobie.

It rings once, before an explosion nearby blasts the sheer force of the explosion knocks you on the ground. The plaza erupts into chaos. You look up and see the gigantic marble statue that once stood in the middle of the plaza, now falling towards you. Everyone's running away from the falling mass. But you just sat there frozen in fear. You're still holding onto your phone, hearing Hobie's voicemail wake you up from your stupor, you pick yourself up and run away from the falling mass. With dust and tears hindering you from seeing where you're running. A wall meets your face, you get knocked down, you look back, the statue still tumbling towards you rapidly. Your life flashes before your eyes. From the corner of your eye you get a glimpse of Hobie's face from your lock screen. You close your eyes to face your fate.

Suddenly an eerie silence seemed to blanket the entire plaza, the only thing you could hear was your own breathing. You open your eyes to see how you're still alive. The smoke clouding the plaza slowly dissipates and you finally get a good look at what's in front of you. A white marble statue holding up a spear fell with its spear pointed at your figure, its tip mere inches away from your neck.

You try not to move or the blade could skewer you. You try to back away but the wall stops you from doing so. You squint at the rest of the statue, web clung to it like a net, stopping it from its tracks. At the end of the web you see a red and blue silhouette dragging it away from you. The body of the humanoid Lizard lay a few feet behind him, with Spider-Man's guitar broken in half next to it.

He saved you for the second time.

He shoots his web towards you, he lands next to your figure. For the second time that day he asks you the same question.

"Are you alright?" He asks breathlessly. His heart beating a thousand times per second, the whites of his mask roam your body for any injuries.

Instead of answering him with the same smile, and energetic words, your lips turn into a frown. You try to bite your lip so that tears wouldn't fall from your already blurry eyes. Slowly blood starts seeping out from your nostrils.

The eyes of his mask widen at your face, he clenches his fists, if it weren't for the gloves acting as a barrier, he would've drawn blood. Hobie exhales, grounding him.

" 'm going to get you out, ready?"

You don't nod in fear of getting nicked by the statue, but you managed to let out a small "Yes"

Without thinking he grabs the front of your neck softly. His hand acts as a wall between your neck and the spear. In turn the tip of the weapon nicks him, crimson flows from the back of his hand. The eyes of his mask looked determined. Despite the pain he slowly slides you towards him. More blood seeps from his hand as you both move in tandem. Everytime you both move the nick turns into a longer gash. You felt his pain, wanting to grab his hand and replace it with your own. Before you could do just that, he finally gets you out with one final pull.

You both fall to the ground, you on top of him. Relieved that you're out of danger, you cry on his shoulder. Hobie cradles your head with his injured hand, you feel the warm liquid drip down on your neck. He could finally breathe, he holds onto you harder, like you're gonna turn to dust right in his arms. Hobie focuses on his breathing trying to calm himself down. If he wasn't so focused in regulating his breathing, he would've noticed your stiff reaction and realization marking your face on why the embrace was so familiar.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed reading! Feel free to like and reblog 💗

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hii :) i love ur fics & i was wondering if you could do childhood friends to lovers with friends to lovers w/ miles morales (e-1610) where they're mutually pining but think that they don't feel the same but literally EVERYONE else sees it. bonus points if there's a confession in the rain or an accidental confession while crying when one of them gets seriously injured. sorry if my ask is either too descriptive or not descriptive enough thank you for your time <33

(Hello! Of course I can, lovely! Enjoy!)

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Frontline Confessions

Your guys' crushes on each other was practically orchestrated by y'all's parents

They always knew you guys would in some way like one another

You guys were best friends growing up, never leaving each other's sides

You also forced your parents to be friends just so you guys could hang out even more

You guys were always connected by the hip

If one was near the other was following closely behind

Miles and you always shared everything, sometimes you would come home at like 6 and your parents would be like

"Whose sweater is that?"

"Miles!"

And look at each other knowingly

Rio and your mom were mostly excited, as Rio wholeheartedly approved of you as she thought of you like a bonus child

Everyone could tell you two liked one another, it was no secret

But you guys didn't even know you had feelings until you guys got older

Miles would do anything for you

And I mean anything

Constantly sketching you, you and him as a photo on his lockscreen, he was bursting at the seems trying to keep it in he was Spider-man, but you found out

You guys had those little kid marriages under the slides at recess

You and him fended off childhood bullies or one who teased you guys

Only you two needed each other honestly

You guys obviously had other friends but always were each other's number one

The one to walk with you anywhere just to hold your hand

You guys had "platonic" affection but really just acted together

So many people thought you two were dating when they saw you guys

Ganke actually thought you were dating for like 6 months

You guys denied it over and over but couldn't help but wonder if you guys would ever actually date

His mom was constantly teasing him about you

Half of your closet was really his because he knew he wasn't getting them back

You guys were always out with one another, getting food, hanging on top of rooftops, sneaking away from your parents

He sometimes swung you around on his web shooters

You guys would also hang out at Uncle Aaron's apartment

You were there with the good and the bad

And Miles really needed you in the bad

He was always outside knocking on your window, or sneaking inside or just standing in front of your apartment door

You guys had movie marathons or pulled out old photos of you two when younger

"Look at your missing tooth!"

"Well, look at this horrible ponytail! What is this?!"

"You cut off half of it!"

"Oh, right-"

You guys always were seen giggling, holding each other or laughing your heads off

Everyone would look and know

Begging to be put out their misery

Confessions didn't happen for a long, long time, until a certain time you were almost bleeding to death

"Holy- I'm so sorry, (Name)!"

Miles panicked, by your side and spitting out apologies as you bled, holding your newly adorned soon-to-be battle scar.

"Are you okay?" Miles asked, glancing behind himself as Peter fought, Gwen and the rest of your friends desperately trying to keep up without you guys.

"Are you okay to fight?" Miles asked, grimacing at you and even more so at the look you gave him.

"I think I'm dying, Miles!" You yelled, holding your side in the pain as Miles tried to help stop the bleeding.

"Don't die! You can't die!" Miles said once more, trying to convince himself more than your blood piled beneath you.

"Why not? I'm gonna anyway!" You bickered back, much less concerned for your wound than Miles.

"Because I still have something to still tell you!" Miles tried once more, his own small tears in the corners of his eyes at the thought.

He couldn't lose you.

"Tell me then! What's the point of holding it in now?!" You continued on, shaking your head as your hand was almost coated red.

"I can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm scared you won't like it." Miles revealed, shaking his head as you gave a look of disbelief.

"Who cares! I'm dying." You countered.

"I like you! I've liked you since we were kids! And I don't want you to die because I'm scared!" Miles yelled back, looking down at his hands as they both tried to stop the blood, making it better, somewhat.

Miles then noticed his mistake, not able to take back his words but instead being able to slowly look up at you, grimacing at himself.

You couldn't help but stare at Miles, barely believing your ears, much less now.

Much less with the boy you had liked since you were kids.

"...you like me?"

"...yeah."

Miles stared at you for a moment, like the world went away as he took in your face as you spoke.

And suddenly, Miles laughed.

Miles laughed hard, the tears in his eyes turned to relief as he laughed. As your best friend, and maybe now more, laughed, you couldn't help but join in.

Miles then took a moment, turning it over in his head before he launched forward, bringing you in closer to him.

You and Miles stared at each other, closer than normal, then suddenly, you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him, one you wanted to do for so long.

The kiss wasn't long, but it was waited for, dreamt about and slow and passionate, lips moving together almost like they were meant to be.

Miles pulled away, not away from you but away enough he could laugh, smiling in victory.

"Have you wanted to do that for as long as I have waited to do that?" You laughed at the both of you, and so did Miles as he nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah I have." Miles shook his head, the same smile there as he hugged you, arms around your waist as he almost pulled you into his lap, but stopped.

"Ow, ow, ow!" You cried out, punching his arm, cause even if you liked each other, you were still best friends, and friends hit.

"I'm sorry! Shit! I'm sorry!" Miles cried out, wincing as he looked at the blood on his arm, wiping it away quickly.

"We gotta get you out of here." Miles said, tucking his arm under yours and starting to lift you to your feet, a bit too rough at your circumstances.

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Don't make me leave you here!"

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@sweetheartlizzie07

[marigoldbaker]

khalid asks hot neighbour jaheira to get a bathtub spider OBVIOUSLY

Jaheira would not have joined the apartment group chat if not for the man in 12A. The man in 12A kept objectively batshit hours, and she worked her accursed, horrible business-hours service job, which meant that more often than not, when she was heading home, he was heading out. They’d exchanged cursory waves and smiles a few times, and she was incredibly proud of how normal she had managed to keep her face throughout all of it, because the man in 12A was the loveliest man she had ever met. She’d been going through his mail when he first moved in—she had gotten into the habit of doing this whenever anyone new moved into the apartment, just to get a sense of what sort of neighbor complaints she would be dealing with—and he had caught her, which was not uncommon, but what was uncommon was the way he’d smiled, blushed, ducked his head, and said, “N-nice to be seen as, as…interesting enough to m-m-merit scrutiny,” which was so far afield of the usual response to her covert espionage that Jaheira had stared at him for fifteen seconds without realizing that he’d reached out a hand to take the mail back. And then he’d said, “Ac-actually? Keep it,” smiled as though this was normal, and left Jaheira with three letters addressed to Resident, Subscriber, and James Pickens, which was the man who had lived in 12A prior to the most interesting man that Jaheira had ever come across.

As such, she had begun to check the group chat regularly, just to see if 12A sent anything interesting. Most of the time he just sent photos of baby animals to “brighten up the building’s day.” The first time he had done this, she had thrown her phone into the wall and spent thirty minutes before work pacing around the apartment, muttering ominously about horrible, evil men with eyes that sparkled like a river under sunlight and hands that looked like they would surely be very good for holding, among, obviously, other things. The second time he had done this, she had saved the photo to her phone and turned it into her lockscreen. The fifth time he had done this, she had said to Panther, who was perched on the top of her chair and systemically shredding the fabric, “I am going to figure out a way to marry that man,” heard the words out of her mouth, realized that she apparently had some sort of feeling for a man, and amended, “I am possibly also going to kill myself.”

She heard the text tones going off and snatched her phone—no, picked it up normally. Picked it up normally, and definitely did not knock absolutely everything off her coffee table in the process. No one was in the apartment to provide an alternate perspective to her statement. (She would clean up the glass later.)

12A: Hi, this is a little embarrassing, but there’s a spider in my apartment and I’m not doing that great with it. Is there anyone who’d be willing to help me out?

14B: bro are you not a man??? lmaoooooo

12A: LOL not a really good one I guess

14B: sit tight i’ll come down and kill it for you

12A: Actually I’m fine, no worries!

12A: If it’s between me handling it and you killing it I think I’d rather figure out how to handle it myself

Jaheira slammed her phone down, picked it back up again, typed, 14B you offer nothing to the world so why don’t you go jump in front of a moving train, pocketed the phone after sending the message, and ignored the many agitated vibrations from her phone as she sprinted out of her apartment and across the hall. 12A’s door was shut, so she knocked rapid-fire, heart pounding in rhythm with the sharp taps of her knuckles.

The door opened. Her upsettingly handsome neighbor was standing in front of her, his expression first surprised, then softly touched. “Twelve—twelve, ah, B,” he said. “Y-yes?”

Jaheira said, “Do you have a glass I can use?”

“Wh-what?”

“For the spider. I am going to bring him into my apartment.”

The man blinked a few times, then said, “Wh-why?”

“Most indoor spiders will not survive outside,” explained Jaheira briskly, “and I don’t mind if he lives with me. Of course he runs the risk of being eaten by my cat, but such is the circle of life. Much more humane, in my opinion, than consigning him to brave the winter weather.”

“...I didn’t know that,” said the man. He sounded a little upset. “I’ve, I’ve taken a few spiders out–outside before. Does that—w-would that—?”

Surprised, Jaheira inquired, “Then why would you need help with this one?”

“He’s,” the man winced, smiling self-deprecatingly (and upsettingly adorably), “s-sort of—um—fast.”

Jaheira tried very hard to bite back her affectionate laugh. It didn’t entirely work. The man seemed to recognize that she was not mocking him, though, because he brightened and grinned, blushing softly. “Well,” she said, “I am faster. And you should not worry too much about the spiders you did manage to bring outside; you were only doing what you thought best with the information you had. Call me next time and I will take in any spiders you need.”

Of course that was one of the most insane sentences she had ever said to a man, particularly a man she was interested in becoming intimate with, but before the general feeling of what the fuck is wrong with you had any time to solidify, the man’s face broke open in a warm, shy grin—the sort of response one might have if complimented effusively, which was not at all what Jaheira had done. Possibly. Probably. What was happening.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll need your name, though.”

“What?” Jaheira winced. “Oh. Jaheira.”

“Khalid,” said the man, then blinked, and laughed a little ruefully. “Th-though I suppose you, you probably know that, if, if you were—that is, I-I-I’d hate to be redundant, in-inadvertently–”

“How would I know your name?” started Jaheira, before remembering. Mortified, she managed, “I stopped reading your mail after you caught me, I can assure you! And none of the mail I took had your name on it, anyway. Do you want it back? I still have it. Unopened. I did not know how to give it back without��I was not entirely sure what happened—”

Khalid said, “N-no, keep it, it’s probably just, just bills, and I don’t want to find out about them anyway,” which made Jaheira laugh as she followed him further into the apartment. “The spider’s in the kitchen,” he informed her. “Can you—?”

“Absolutely,” said Jaheira.

[xalala]

can you make lockscreens about the new no way home posters please ;)

Spider-Man: No Way Home

lockscreen.

[thewildseuphoria]

Spiderman no way home wallpapers. 🕸

And Doctor Strange in the multiverse of madness wallpapers.

[parkerrfkz]

Like or reblog if you save.

Don't repost.

[ledgercine]

stonefield : gweter lockscreens! like or reblog.

[partyofbanners]

SPIDER MAN AESTHETIC LOCKSCREENS

• like this post if you save

[spiderszman]

TOM HOLLAND on instagram

olivertrevena: ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️Use extreme caution when training with a friend who is also a Marvel Superhero. May cause post workout collapse. @tomholland2013 🕷🤪

(January 17, 2022)

[smellyzcat]

spiderman lockscreens

[marvelocks]

i’m not sure if the third image is an official poster or fan made, if anyone knows who made it please let me know so i can give credit.

like if you save.

save through the app for better quality

please, don’t repost or remove my watermark from the lockscreens! have respect.

[phoenixwwitch]

spiderman lockscreens

please like/reblog if you save or use!

+bonus:

[yen-stanning]

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) lockscreens/wallpapers

like or reblog, if you save :)

[wondercarols]

spider-man: no way home lockscreens + icons

like or reblog if you use <3

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[xalala]

Spider-Man: No Way Home

lockscreen.

[thewildseuphoria]

hello love, can you make some andrew garfield lockscreens please? thanks

Andrew Garfield wallpapers.