Spider Noir X Reader Oneshots

2. One Rainy Night

A crack of thunder echoed across New York's sky, pulling your attention from the novel you were absorbed in. The storm sounded far off, yet the rain poured from the night sky like the tears of an angel. As ratty and run down as your apartment was, you were thankful to have a roof over your head. It was better than nothing and you knew a lot of people right now had less than nothing.

As it always did when the weather turned ugly, your thoughts drifted to a certain Spider-Man. You hoped he hadn't gotten caught in this downpour, that he had a roof over his head wherever he lived. You didn't know much about the man behind the mask, so you didn't really know if he even had a place to hang his hat. You hoped he did. In any case, you had expressed to him that your home was always open to him.

Another boom of thunder caught your attention, closer this time. You worried for the integrity of the lock on your bedroom window. It always had been flimsy. You set down your book and stood from the couch, heading for your bedroom. You wanted to make sure the window wasn't open or leaking or anything.

  You were gone hardly a minute and yet somehow, in that span of time, your Spider had silently materialized inside your apartment. It always amazed you how quiet he was able to move when coming and going. You pushed your amazement aside for the moment, once you saw how he was soaked to the skin.

  "Got caught in the storm, huh?"

  Spider-Man levelled you with a look. The rain dripping off his clothes was audible as it hit the floor.

"Gee, doll, what gave it away?"

You couldn't help but giggle. You crossed the room, gesturing for him to remove his hat and coat. He did without complaint, knowing you'd lay them on the radiator to dry. It had become something of a routine between the two of you, when the rain was heavy or the snow unrelenting. Your apartment was always a warm reprieve from the unforgiving weather.

  "So, what's your story?" You asked. "How'd you get caught in this downpour?"

  "Chasin' a coupla goons who'd swiped a tin can," Spider-Man explained. He paced around your apartment, not wanting to ruin any of your furniture with his rainwater soaked clothes. "Felt like they took me on a joyride 'round the city before I finally nabbed 'em, 'bout a coupla blocks away from here."

  "Was the car salvageable?"

  He shrugged. "Maybe? Dunno. Had to make tracks because someone rang the coppers." 

  "Tough break."

  "Ain't it, though."

  You hadn't noticed his pacing at first, but now it was becoming apparent he was just wandering aimlessly because he didn't know what to do with himself. You approached him and took hold of his arm, surprising him.

  "Would you come and sit down?" You said, pulling him towards the couch.

  "Sweetheart, I'll ruin your upholstery in this state", he argued, fighting against you halfheartedly.

  You scoffed. "Ain't much to ruin, darling, believe me."

  Your Spider chuckled at that and finally acquiesced, letting you pull him across the room. Once he was seated, you were more than happy to settle next to him, slipping underneath his arm and snuggling into his side. You felt his hand give your shoulder a brief squeeze and you smiled.

  "You sure you don't mind the damp clothes?" He asked.

  "Spider, nothing could keep me away from you," you replied.

  "Bold claim."

  "For a bold guy."

  "I ain't that impressive, darlin'."

  "Well, you're awfully impressive to me."

  "I think you need some cheaters."

  You playfully smacked him, laughing. "This has nothing to do with my eyesight!"

"Sure sounds like it does to me," he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Easy for you to say," you said. "You probably have perfect eyesight from those superpowers of yours."

  "Oh, you'd be surprised."

  That piqued your curiosity. "You wear glasses?"

"Sure do." Spider-Man pointed to the goggles over his mask. "They fit perfectly under here."

"They ever break?" You asked.

Your Spider was unable to contain a laugh. "More times than I can count, unfortunately."

"Must be rough. Glasses ain't cheap."

  "You're tellin' me. I try to fix 'em up as much as I can myself, but..." He shrugged. "Well, I try to pick up tin here and there and hope I have enough when I need it."

You playfully swatted him. "Spider, why didn't you tell me things were so hard? I coulda been helping you pay for these things."

"I'd never ask such a thing of ya, doll," Spider-Man said, shaking his head. "Besides, it ain't like I'm beat."

"Hey, things have been rough all over for a while now," you stated. "Everybody could use a little help now and then. Even you, Spider."

  Suddenly, a loud boom of thunder sounded overhead, almost shaking your apartment. It came so out of nowhere and you jumped as if you'd been shocked, letting out a yelp of fright. Your Spider couldn't help but laugh softly at your reaction.

  You buried your face in his chest, hiding how red your face had turned. "Glad you thought that was so funny."

  "I'm sorry, dollface, I don't mean to laugh," he said, still chuckling. "It's just... That little sound you made was cute as a bug's ear."

  "It was an awful sound is what it was," you argued, your voice muffled against his vest.

  "I think we all sound pretty dingy when we get surprised, don't you worry," your Spider said. You could tell he was trying to help you feel not so embarrassed.

  You acquiesced and looked back up at him. "Well, you say that and it makes me wonder how you react when you get surprised."

  "Usually reach for my gun," Spider-Man said, and he kept his tone so flat, so serious, you couldn't help but laugh.

  "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh," you immediately got out, echoing your Spider's earlier statement, but he waved a hand.

  "Don't be," he replied, and there was no denying the smile in his voice.

  As the rain pattered against your windows, as the thunder boomed and lightning flashed, you and your Spider spent a long while settled on your couch, simply enjoying each other's company and joking playfully together.

  These were the moments you valued most, when there was no mortal danger to be seen or when Spider-Man wasn't at risk of bleeding out on your floor. For a few sweet moments, it was just you and him, as if there were no others in the world who could possibly tear you apart. All worries could be forgotten, for a while at least, and the two of you could just be.

  You silently thanked whoever was listening for the current storm raging outside, for it was able to give you and your Spider these precious moments together.

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was the ending a lil weak? felt a lil weak to me but i didn't know how else to change it lol

i hope y'all enjoyed this one regardless! it's always so fun writing noir and it was nice to just write a cute fluff piece x3

if any of you ever have any questions regarding the 30s lingo, feel free to leave em in the comments! i'll gladly answer because wow it's like they spoke another language back then lol

leave me your thoughts in the comments if you enjoyed! i'll try to get another chapter out soon☺️