𐙚 my hero (part 1)
or any weeknd song really
{spiderman!scaramouche x reader}
synops𝐢s → scara was many things to you—the cause of all your headaches, the stone in your shoe that could never seem to get out, the reason you go to sleep crying—but definitely, very obviously, you hated him. maybe 'hate' is strong, it's just some rivalry. and spiderman was the opposite of that. he was muscular, his suit tugging at his biceps and quadriceps you couldn't help notice. He was heroic, friendly—like you said, the opposite of scaramouche. But soon,the truth is revealed and you find out the secret identity of your superhero was actually your worst enemy?
warn𝐢ng→ enemies to lovers, spiderman scara geheusisj, this au uses venom spiderman, slowburn, angst, kisses, mentions of alcohol, college au, reader is broke, pov switching, reader had a crush on tartaglia, cussing, mentions of other genshin characters, mentions of weed and alcohol, mention of abuse
autho𝐫 𝐧ote → and suddenly..... my pants are gone! not like I needed them. the way I've been dreaming about this ugh punch me. this was kinda rushed cuz I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. part 2 will be better thrust, so dont mind the mistakes. autocorrect them in your head
YOUR POV
the sun rose steadily, leaking into the blinds of a posh, high-rise building. already awake, you get up in your silk robs, preparing your waffles and freshly brewed coffee.
gently, you tipped the kettle filled with hot water into the coffee grounds and watched as the coffee ground melted into liquid. the aroma that filled the air alone able to make you smile.
this would've been your life. No, that could've been your life. if you were a nepo baby like scaramocuhe. instead of waking up like the star of a hit TV show. you woke up more like this: your hair disheveled as the sun hit you face first and all you can do is groan.
instead of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee, you had instant coffee which had been left out for only god knows how long and two slices of toast with butter spread over each slice.
you chowed down your not-so-impressive breakfast before rushing out of your shabby apartment building for school.
you rushed to your campus and looked up at the massive school in front of you. you had seen your college almost everyday. after all, it was your senior year here— your last and final year—but the building in front of you still seemed to make you feel breathless.
you strutted forward to enter, but before you could, you heard a car honk and quickly moved out of the way before you could get hit and literally fucking die. what gives? you thought.
you watched as scaramouche, with his perfect stupid purple hair, came out of the car, sorry, his "sweet baby-porsche." as he called it. of course it was him who almost runned over you, you sneered
fuck, you just wanted to throw a ball at the clean glass windows of the porsche. but that would be a waste when you could throw it at his head.
"hey, fuck face." scaramouche said as he walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "hey," you refrained from throwing any insults at him. "can you not drive or do you want me to file you for attempted murder?" you retorted. you wanted to sound as angry as you possibly can to maybe scare him, but all he did was chuckle.
"you dying would be the least of anyone's problem, you know?" you could've jumped on him and dug your sharp nails into his clear, porcelain doll skin. but you refrained from that too. you refrained from a lot of things. it was one of the things you admired about scara, he always spoke his mind.
like the time the teacher insulted you for your essay. he told the teacher that he should quit he can't see that your essay was a literal literary masterpiece. you wondered why he said that for you, he excused it saying your essay was actually trash but no one could insult you, unless it was him.
"I can believe I woke up today and still got to see your face. it hurts my ego." he jeered, looking at you to see your red face of anger and smiling at the sight. "anyways, I won't waste my precious time on you, see ya sweet cheeks."
it was a stupid nickname. in tenth grade, you had eaten a lot of food since you were rushing to get finish your group members part of the project since they happen to "forget" so you had to fill in their part—as you did for everyone else. scara so happened to be there and saw your full cheeks, pink, chubby and stuffed with sweet tatter-tots. earning the nicknames: sweet cheeks, squirrel and nut case.
you stomped off to class, face still red from his witty remarks. soon you met up with your best friend, lumine. she was the only reason why you hadn't been charged with murder with your face on the news with the headlines being: college girl kills enemy and famous model, scaramouche raiden. she always said the best things when you were angry at scaramouche. but today she was acting strange?
"hey, lumi!" you said in an happy tone before bringing her in for a hug. "hey, yn" she greeted you back with a smile which you reciprocated almost immediately. "are you ok? you seem a little heated."
it was true. when you entered you were mumbling some, concerning, things that would make your grandmother resurrect back from the dead from if she heard it.
"you wouldn't believe what scara did! the man is trying to kill me, i swear!" at the mention if scaramouche, lumines ears suddenly reddened and you raise a brow.
"hey... maybe he's not that bad of a—" you immediately cut her off. "not that bad of a guy? did he poison you?" you out a hand on her shoulder with a look of worry on your face. "did he.. hurt you?" you asked with a voice if weariness for your friend.
"no! but I spoke to him when he had that history project together and he wasnt... as insufferable as you say he is." was your friend drugged, drunk or just stupid? "that's because he doesn't hate your guts. listen lumine, if this is something you want to speak about we can talk about it, but after class."
lumine was your best friend. if it turned out she felt... something towards scaramouche then you wanted to support her. even though you wanted to lecture her on her bad taste in men and to stay away from him. you had to support her in this.
you entered class, as usual, looking down at your seat. your seats changed every week and you had the luck to be seated with tartaglia, your crush since eleventh grade.
when you had caught a fever during pe and he had generously carried you on his back to the nurses office. he even set there with you, throwing jokes at you as you say there transitioning between laughs and coughs. Ait made your heart flatter.
even though scara had, utterly, ruined your morning, maybe tartaglia could fix it. you sat down next to him which caught his attention. he smiled at you, warmly. so warm it could melt you like an ice cream during summer. "mornin', partner in crime." he greeted you, adding a sly wink. you wanted to make his greetings your morning alarms. no? too much?
get a grip, you screamed at yourself silently. "morning, ajax." you wanted to call him tartaglia as it was more... appropriate? but he asked you to call him ajax anyways. it was probably because you butchered his italian name when you pronounced it.
your italian was always faulty. while his was always perfect. the way he spoke it in glass felt like drowning yourself in rich, expensive, sweet wine. it felt romantic, like he was speaking some romantic shit when he said it. meanwhile he was just saying something like "does my toe look big?"
tartaglia was always his surname, so it made more sense to call him ajax. "did you do the project?" you asked, half expecting him to say no and make up an excuse that he forgot. "of course I did! I can't make you do everything. how would I call myself a man like that?" he joked. you laughed.
it wasn't a that funny, but you laughed anyways as he pulled out the report. it was a biology project on the study of sea animals and mammal's brains: do they work the same?. you two decided to chose a dolphins, as it was the smartest sea animal, and a cow. well you chose the dolphin, he chose the cow, which you found funny for no reason.
your presentation started smoothly, impressing your biology teacher, but not scara. towards the end, you were meant to conclude the same way you started—smart, smooth and intellectual—but for some reason you slipped. you accidentally made eye contact with scara, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion.
"in conclusion.....in...in conclusion..." you swallowed thickly. childe—ajax—nudged your shoulder gently, you looked up to see his worried expression. you gave him a reassuring smile in return.
in the end, childe concluded for you. you don't know why your mind suddenly went blank. it confused you the more you thought on it.
"you ok?" ajax had asked you still concerned. unlike scara's cat like glare, ajax had a more... puppy like expression. he reminded you of a golden retriever while scara had reminded you of a black cat.
"I'm fine childe—ajax. sorry, ajax." childe smiled at your fumble. but it wasn't an accident. you had called him childe so he could tell you it was ok to call him childe so it could seem like you two got closer. and it worked.
"it's ok. childe is fine." he had smiled at you again. he always smiled at you. and it always seemed to have some affect on you. but his smiled always seemed like a pity smile than an actual smile. and you didn't want childe to see you that way. you wanted him to see you as more.
"ok, childe." you said his name as if you were testing out the waters, but it seemed to roll of your tongue perfectly. he smiled again, this time his cheeks red. "hey yn," he called your name so sweet it sent shivers down your smile and volts coursed throughout your body. you felt electric.
you sat down at the librarian's desk, constantly flipping through pages of your favourite series—crime and punishment. it was peaceful, in an eerie way. the librarian had gone for a trip to New zealand to see her grand daughter.
you pulled your phone from your tote bag, scattering through your stuff before finding your phone. you powered it on and watched as the phone flashed into your eyes and there you saw the time, ten-fourty-seven (10:47)
it was due the library's closing time, so you stood up to leave, juggling the keys the librarian had left for you along with a sandwich she made herself and sticky note which reads, don't over work yourself while in time ;D. you giggled, it was cute. just as you found the right key to insert into the keyhole. CRASH.
the stack of bookshelves falling into eachother, books tipping over and landing in the floor. was this.... an earthquake? no, the building was collapsing. you quickly inserted the key inside, adrenaline rushing threw you, just as you heard the third click, the key broke. just great, you cursed internally.
you were gonna die. but not like this. you ran towards the back door, but bookshelves had tumbled over it. it was then that you say a hole small enough to fit a person. you were a person. you tried to find humour in your situation, but it didn't work.
you climbed over the bookshelves as multiple stones hit your body, scratch you as dust fell on your hair and shoulders. when you finally reached the top, you realised you weren't tall enough to reach it.
a wave of disappointment and fear washed over you. were you actually going to die? before you could ponder more on your enviable death you slipped and fell, hitting your head and lossing all of your conscience.
a hand held you firmly, and warmly too. you open your eyes to see you were inches away from land. you wanted to scream but then you realised you weren't getting crushed by the library roof?
you looked up to see your night and shining armour, only to see someone with a black mask, swinging from building to building with what seems like... black spider webs?
then realisation hit you. it was... spiderman? you only heard and saw him on news articles and tv but never in your life hand you once imagined he'd be here, carrying you bridal style across your campus. holding you so gently, so tenderly—
"ah, your awake." you friendly neighbourhood spider said and you felt a smile creep up underneath his mask.
"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled a little too loud as if the wind would carry your words away. you were so high up you could see little people underneath yourself, and it was... magical? no, breath taking is a better way to describe it.
soon, spiderman dropped you in front of your university and swinged away, not without giving you a teasing wink which reminded you awfully a lot of someone else.
it seemed the black spider never left your head because you didn't pay attention to scaramouche mock you after class—you had done a test where you had gotten a 92 while he got a perfect 100. .his insults seemed to fly above your head as you thought of last night over and over again.
"earth to yn?" scaramouche snapped his fingers in front of your face and you were seemingly brought back to earth. scaramouche scoffed, a glint of mockery hidden in his eyes as he said, "is your head in the clouds or something?" he questioned coldy causing you to roll your eyes.
"you even forgot your speech half way during the assembly." it was true. as the student body president—and scara being the assistant—your expected to be perfect. but you looked and sure didn't feel perfect.
"shut up." you flip him off, which caused his eyes to widen, removing the nonchalant, mocky mask off and you something more pure in him. but he recovered with a smirk and soon it was back to the mask you were used to.
"didn't expect that, sweet cheeks." again with the nicknames. you were about to jump on him and rip his perfect silky, soft shirt off his scalp but then lumine walked towards you.
"lumi." you embraced her quickly. you had totally forgotten about yesterday. you barely had anytime since you were spending your lunch tutoring childe.
scara had gone elsewhere, which wasn't your concern. "omg yn are you—" you cut her off, hiding the bandages on your leg, but she already saw them and the one wrapped around your forehead wasnt easy to hide. "we have a lot of discussing to do."
SCARA'S POV
it was a normal monday night for scaramouche. he just finished talking to his mother who tried to make amends with his for all the times he had maltreated him.
failed efforts cause she only only ended up saying some pretty shitty and hurtful stuff. so now, scara was taking a walk around the campus. walking has always eased his mind temporarily. it felt like he was on the moon.
he decided to walk further outside the campus and walked pass a library a few minutes away from the school. about thirty minutes away and suddenly, scara felt that tingling sensation at the back of his skull, and all of his hairs rose.
he found a small space where no one would spot him and proceeded to removed his jacket and shirt and dug into his bag for his mask. yes, he wore his suit underneath his clothes. it made this hot, but he had no choice.
scara's mom knew a lot about him, but she didn't know this. she didn't know he was spiderman. the hero that everyone looked up to and praised. and apparently he acted a little different behind the mask.
he rushed to the library, climbing over it and spotting an opening. through there, he saw.. yn? he saw you, almost lifeless as a small pool of blood rushed out of your temple.
he moved quickly, grabbing your petite body, wrapping his arm so gently and steadily around your waist before shooting his black sticky web to the nearest building.
as he swung around he held you so tight so he couldn't lose you and let you fall down. then you opened your eyes, you curled eyebrows fluttering. "ah, your awake." he said, not sure what to even say now that you were awake.
"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled loudly and scara help back a chuckled. like this, he could easily let you drop, but he didn't want to lose you. not like this.
he dropped you in front of the campus and swung away. not without giving you a wink. he didnt know what the wink meant. maybe childe was rubbing off in him.
scara jumped in through his window and threw his mask in the floor, kicked a metal chair—denting it—and groaned, not in pain, but in frustration.
you hated him. it was obvious when he stole your favourite barbie and chopped her blonde hair off, unevenly. it was obvious when he told your date for junior prom that your toes smelled and he bailed out in you. it was obvious today when you scowled at him like you wanted to wipe him out of this earth.
but the way you looked at him today, just now, was like you wanted him to hold you forever, in his arms. and he detested it.
scara sat down on the chair he just dented, sighing and man spreading as he slumped down in his seat. he ran a hand through his hair almost hopeless.
I mean he kind of was. he was in love with you, and he didn't know why. why when he was meant to hate you, he loved you. why the universe cursed him to want to protect you, and you alone.
it hurt. it hurt. it hurt....
"that girl... do you like her?" the deep monstrous voice spoke within scara. he jumped on impulse, immediately tucking at the black gooey monster glued to his suit, to his body.
but it failed, just like the other times. venom, as he liked to call it, controlled some of his thoughts, his movements. it took his so much will power to not eat yn. to not allow the symbiote from detaching himself from his body to eat yn's brains.
"it seems likely." it spoke again, making scara angrier by the second. the more it spoke the more scars to wanted to get it off him. fast.
he sat back down with an impact, sighed again, running a hand through his hair. just breathe. in and out... slowly... just like he told you..
"you know," jesus, fuck this. "you can just let me eat her if she doesn't want you. it would solve a lot of—" "can you just shut the fuck up?"
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