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ANNOUNCEMENT

ok, so, idk whats happening, probably something with my email, since tumblr its working fine on the other account, but im here to say im moving to @nebularsung bc of it. i can only login here a few times (idk wtf is happening but its giving error 😭😭😭) and only on the pc.... i hope you understand :( see you there!

- skye <3

⌕ LYING WEBS, a mark smau

Yizhuo sat in silence, her fingers hovering over her phone screen, her eyes fixed on one name—Jisung. His contact sat there, untouched, blocked just a day ago.

She knew you were right. She was the problem. But… wasn’t he wrong too? Why did she have to be the one to fix things? Why did she have to be the bigger person when he was just as childish?

Well, he actually tried to talk to you, and you blocked him… her conscience reminded her, sharp and unrelenting. She sucked in a breath, shoved the thought away, and sank onto the couch. Alone.

As always.

Her parents were away. Again. Off to another work trip, leaving her with nothing but silence and the endless cycle of her own thoughts.

She turned the TV on. A distraction. Anything to stop her mind from spiraling. But her phone remained quiet—no messages from you, no texts from Elena.

And then—

"The city remains peaceful today, thanks to our very own Spider-Man, who apprehended a group of delinquents, rescued stray cats, and even assisted an elderly woman across the street. However, there have been no sightings of his partner, Silk. Our other beloved hero has yet to make an appearance."

Yizhuo sat up.

You weren’t with him?

You never missed a watch. Never.

Was this about her? Were you that upset? So mad that you couldn’t even bring yourself to protect the city, just so you wouldn’t have to ask for her help?

She sighed. The weight of it all sat heavy on her chest.

"His partner? 'Our other beloved hero'?" you scoffed, arms crossed tightly over your chest, rage bubbling under your skin. "Is that how they see me? Just Spider-Man’s sidekick?!"

“They must’ve misspoken,” Haechan said, trying to soothe you as he handed you the snacks you’d asked for, dabbing cooling gel onto your ankle. “They don’t really see you like that. They see you as you. As Silk.”

You hissed as he massaged your ankle roughly.

“Sorry…” he murmured, wincing.

Your sprained ankle was a pathetic story. You, a spider, capable of climbing walls and swinging through skyscrapers, had injured yourself changing a lightbulb. You hadn’t wanted to call anyone for help, but eventually, you caved—unfortunately, to Lee Donghyuck, the absolute worst.

At first, he was worried. And then, after you told him how you got hurt, he laughed in your face for a full minute while you glared at him, unimpressed.

Now, he studied you with a knowing look. “You look really bothered. Is it the news? Nings and Jisung? Or am I just terrible at this?”

⎯⎯⎯ ﹙지젤﹚ worship my girl .ᐟ ㇹ.

⸝⸝ notes. another birthday fic and this one is more than special because is for @aracgio my babygirl, my wife, my ride or die, the person i love the most :( hope you enjoy your birthday baby, unfortunately i won't be there (again) BUT I'LL BE CHEERING OVER HERE!!! and gigi too 💞

For the first time in the eight months you and Giselle had been together, you made love. And it wasn’t just sex—it was the most intense, electrifying experience of your life. Every touch, every whispered word, every shared breath felt like a revelation, like something that had been waiting to happen for lifetimes.

Even now, as you lay beside her, your mind struggled to find words that could capture the magnitude of what you felt. The way her body fit so perfectly against yours, how her hands clung to you like she never wanted to let go, how she knew exactly what to say to keep you unraveling beneath her touch. It was more than physical—it was intimate, emotional, transcendent. And in that moment, you knew one thing for certain: you loved Giselle.

Now, she lay fast asleep next to you, her bare body curled up against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin beneath the soft duvet. The slow rise and fall of her breath, the way she instinctively sought you out in her sleep—it was mesmerizing.

Your eyes traced her features, memorizing every little detail. Her hair, freshly dyed a soft pink, framed her face in delicate waves, making her look even more breathtaking than before. The way she clutched the duvet like a child holding onto a favorite blanket, her lips slightly parted, her long lashes resting against her cheeks—she was beautiful beyond words. And with the golden morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a dreamy glow on her skin, she looked almost ethereal.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me?" Her voice, still husky from sleep, cut through the silence, though she kept her eyes closed. "You're starting to look a little obsessed."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you turned your head away playfully. "Can’t a girlfriend admire her beautiful lover?"

Giselle hummed, the corner of her lips quirking up in amusement. "Pussy so good I got you in a daze, huh?" She nuzzled closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

You shot her a warning look. "Aeri."