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the-kr8tor · 4 days ago

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Y'know what I'm gonna ask, right? 💅

About that SpiderPunk x Criminal!Reader idea

Please include all of that ideas that we talked about

I'm craving it

I would love it if it turns into a series ou mini series, if it's not too much trouble of course 👉👈

You're the best 💅❤

I finally got to this req!! Thank you for requesting this cool ass prompt! Hope you like it ❤️ and thank you for being patient ❤️☺️

Also requested by @rexlroze : I copied and pasted the idea from @hao-ming-8 reblog cuz I'm too lazy to write it down so I apologize 💀 Y/N and Hobie (Hobie, not SpiderPunk) have a history. Then R got arrested and shit, but she managed to scape by herself. BUT she needs to stay low for a while. Then she just disappear for a long time, leaves the city or whatever. After a long time she comes back with this new persona, the criminal one, she uses mask and stuff, never showing they real face. At this point, Hobie has already become SpiderPunk. They starts robbing rich people, Hobie/SpiderPunk makes this deal where R only steals from the rich and gives it to those who need it.After some time, they start to get quite close in the meantime, then they discover they true identity.There may be times like where Criminal!R reminds SpiderPunk of Y/N and/or vice versa.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), mention of death, CW vomit mention, CW violence and implied violence to R (not from Hobie), Hallucinations, established relationship, CW injury, R has her own vigilante persona, A dash of hurt/comfort, angst.

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The room is dark, moist clinging on its metal walls. Save for a single lightbulb hanging on the low ceiling, James could barely see. His hands are tied behind a creaky wooden chair, feet bound together. Sweat dribbles off his brow as his fear claws on his throat, unable to scream with the handkerchief gag shoved in his mouth. He blinks as the room sways slightly, metal creaking and groaning. His stomach flips from the movement, the chair slides a bit to the right before the room shifts back in its upright position.

He feels like he's gonna hurl. Eyes frantically roaming, he makes out a shape in the far corner. Its shadow looming over him, a clear threat to his well being.

“Hello, James Jameson.” A voice echoes from the corner, tone reverberating all over the dank walls. A pair of glowing red eyes appear within the dark, and he swears he felt his heart stop for a moment.

His muffled desperate yells increase as heels clang against the rusted metal floors.

“Did I rough you up too much, rich boy?” The seemingly familiar voice gets closer and closer until James can see a pair of boots. His eyes shoot up just in time as arms cage him in, gloved hands grasping the chair and a masked face of a fox greets him head on.

The fox tilts her head, clawed finger gently lifting up his chin as she rubs her thumb over his jaw. “You did not change one bit.”

James blinks, realization hitting him like a truck. The voice was a dead giveaway, even with your different look and face hidden, he knows his band mate anywhere.

You've been missing for years.

His muddled words are tamped out by the cloth gag. And he swears he heard you chuckle. With a careful hand, you yank out the piece of cloth and James dry heaves on the floor, making you forcefully grab his chin to face you once again.

“Look at me. You remember me don't you?” The intimidating red eyes of yours glows in the dark.

“You're alive?” He says in bewilderment. “H–How?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, crack in your façade. “I saved myself.”

“I– we've been looking everywhere for you!” James leans forward, smile slowly growing on his lips, and relief flooding his senses. “But you weren't in any system! We checked hospitals, prisons, shit— even goddamn farms just to look for you! Hobie would be so happy to—!”

“Enough!” Your fists tightens around the chair. With a swift kick, you twirl James around on the rickety chair until his head is spinning. He never really had a strong stomach for vertigo.

“Shit!” He suddenly stops mid turn, almost emptying the contents of his stomach on the cold floor. “C’mon, mate! What did I ever do to you!”

“You left me!” Your booming voice rings in his ears. “Hobie—” your neck cranes at an odd angle, as if you've hurt yourself from saying his name. “—left me in that fucking river to drown and for what? Just for a few quid?”

James hears shuffling behind him, and you suddenly crouch down in front of him. Elbows placed on your knees, head atop of your palms. If he could see through your mask, he knows you'd be smiling. And not the same sweet smile the band is used to.

“It was a botched job! We tried to get back to you but the coppers were on our arse!” He exclaims, fear etching back on his face as you make your clawed fingers walk on his legs. “We didn't mean to fucking leave you!”

“I was in the fucking raft, did you know that? Five years in that hell hole with only one thing on my mind.”

“Fuck.” He whispers in bewilderment. “W–Why were you put there, that's maximum security—!?”

“I don't fucking know.” You suddenly grab his ankle in a neck breaking grip. “All I know is that the band left me. I waited for everyone to save me, five years of waiting on nothing! But now that I'm finally out...” You exhale. “Tell me where the rest are and I might consider letting you go.” Your jaw clenches, eyes watering from the name etched in your mind. “Where's Hobie?”

“W–Why?! Fuck no!”

“Aww and here I thought we were mates.” You pout under the mask, nails digging into his skin.

“I–I don't fucking know you anymore.” A tear escapes from his blue eyes.

Somewhere deep in your memories, your heart breaks from his harsh words.

Rage fills you, but before you could break his ankle, a string of webs shoot right at you, flinging you away from James and into the wall in a thud. Your wrists are restrained, chest heaving and frustration rolling off of you.

“Oi oi, you're not allowed to do that without knowin’ his safe word.”

You kick and scream, his voice echoing deep into your mind. Head shaking, you try to tamp out the voices bouncing around in your skull, overlapping with the stranger's voice.

“You alright, bruv?” The leather clad vigilante unties James while keeping his eyes on the threat— you.

“Shit, Spider-Man!” He yelps and jumps up to embrace him.

Your head tilts at his punk suit, flashes of memories flowing in your mind with every detail you see on him. The buttons on his vest move, as if they're laughing at you. His spikes glimmer in the single light, blinding you. And his laced up boot gives you waves of memories from the past before you were dragged into hell and faced death itself.

“What's up with fox ‘ere?” He clasps James’ shoulder, eyes wandering around your twitching form.

“Don't know, but I have to warn my band mates.” James stretches his aching wrists.

“Why?” The vigilante asks, tugging James back to question his band mate. Sometimes he forgets that his friends don't know his identity. Not yet anyway.

“She's bonkers, thinks we did this… whatever this is—” he gestures to you whilst you bang your head against the metal walls. “to her.”

“Who's she?” His palms sweat underneath his gloves, the eyes on his mask widens, heart thumping loudly. Hope sparks in him, but also fear of what you've become all these years.

Then James says your name. The same name he whispers everyday, the same name he wishes to see written somewhere— on the news, the paper, anywhere, he even checks the obituary everyday. He wants closure to what exactly happened to you, everyday his guilt eats at him that he wasn't fast enough to save you in that raging river. All he has left of you are memories and a jacket you left in his houseboat before that fateful day.

He has wished to see you alive again, but he never thought it would be in this circumstance.

As he turns to face you, you've managed to free yourself from the webs, already lunging at him at breakneck speed. Hobie pushes James away, your name slipping from his tongue as his arms shield his face.

“Who are you?!” Your guttural yells ricochet around the walls as James slinks away from the scene. Fists gripping his vest tightly, you straddle him while he doesn't even fight back. “And why— why do I know you?!”

What have they done to you?

“I—” Hobie lifts his hand up slowly to hold your cheek. The mask prevents him from feeling you, finally touching what his soul craves. He'd do anything to see you smile again. To stare into your eyes once more. “Love—!”

“No!” Raising your fist, Hobie aims above him and outside the room. He shoots up and away from you before your punch could connect at his face. “Get back here!” A headache throbs on the back of your head, another memory flashes, one that has the sun shining on you and a face smiling down on you but his face is blurred, scratched out from your memories. You hold onto the floor before shaking your head and bolting after him.

Heels clicking rapidly against the ship's bow, you see him raise his hands up in surrender. The moon shines on him, making you close your eyes tightly under the mask, knuckles trembling as another headache rips through your skull.

“Look, I don't know what they've done to you—”

You groan, voices whispering and screaming in your ears. “You have no idea!”

“Then let me understand.” His boots thump on the floor as water laps against the fishing boat’s hull. Hobie slowly makes his way towards you to not startle you. His hand reaching, heart beating loudly on his chest.

He lost you once, he's not going to lose you again.

“Please, let me help you.” Hobie's warm hand touches your shoulder, and you immediately feel the voices fade. Vision returning to normal and heart beating at a normal pace. He smiles underneath his mask. “There, breathe slowly, yeah?”

You snatch his other wrist, pulling him closer and placing his hand right atop your heart. His warmth eases you in place like nothing else has done in years. Taking deep breaths, you stagger backwards until the small of your back hits the cold metal railings of the boat.

“Who are you?” You ask, and your voice has never been this stable before. It's like his mere touch alone has saved you. “Do you— is that your power?”

Hobie chuckles, teary eyes blinking at you beneath his mask. He has dreamed of the day that he gets to hear your voice again. If only he was brave enough to ask you to take off your mask. But he has to be patient for this to work, something was done to you, and he intends to help you find your old self, even if it takes him years of not seeing your face. Or for you to not know him truly like before.

“That's not my power. Spiders have the opposite effect on some people, y’know.” He shrugs, acting nonchalant in front of you when it's the opposite. Hand sliding down your bicep, he expected for you to move away, but you can't seem to find it in yourself to move. It's as if you're magnetized to him.

“I guess it's different this time.”

“Yeah, I guess it's different with you.” He only hopes that he could reach into you and bring back your old self. Yet, in all those years, will he still be able to find you in there? “You the same bird that terrorized Oscorp last week?”

“And the one before that.” You nod, eyes searching his mask, not truly knowing what you're even searching for.

“Big fan, foxy.” He smiles, and you can briefly see it underneath his mask. Your mind is still quiet, peace that you haven't felt in forever.

“Let's make a deal then, Spider-Man.” You put up your walls again, and yet your hand never left his own.

“Name your terms.”

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