"first off, hi, i'm y/n. i'm 17, i live in Brooklyn, New York, i'm a senior at Midwood High School, and i am writing in a dumb fucking diary. oh, and i am the one and only spider-man. or so i thought, originally. turns out being spider-man isn't that easy, and i'm stupid for thinking it would be. not that it ever was." you hadn't been spider-man long before you met hobie, but thank god you had. suddenly mastering web-slinging and confronting your identity had never been easier with someone by your side. a journal format story about a newly bitten spider-man making a friend, despite some multidimensional hiccups.

'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in the cafeteria Ghost had been targeted by some higher ranks for his 'snarky' responses You felt like there was gasoline pumping in your veins, fueling you and setting your skin on fire as you itched to make them hurt. You eyes glared and your jaw clenched as you wanted nothing more than to hurt those motherfuckers, humiliate them the way they had your Lieutenant." •Slow burning relationship. •Mature/offensive language. •She/her Pronouns.