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jisung-shine · 2 years

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Lee Jeno: Helping You Sleep☁️

🌙Pairing: Jeno x Reader ft. Renjun, Jaemin, and Jisung being chaotic as usual

🌙:Genre: fluff/comfort, a little angst(?) very fluffy and cute though jasljkdasljkf

🌙Warnings: anxiety/stress/inability to sleep mentioned, this is a comfort fic. It isn’t too detailed into these topics but I thought I would include the warning anyways :)

🌙Summary: After college stress starts to take its toll on you, your good friend Jeno offers to help you find a way to sleep.

🌙Make yourselves comfortable, grab some blankets, hot chocolate, tea, snacks, whatever you need, and I hope you enjoy, lovelies!

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“Hey, Y/n, we’re about to watch Spider-Man, if you wanna join us.” Jisung poked his head into his and Renjun’s room, where you were seated at Renjun’s desk surrounded by schoolwork and homework materials. Renjun had been so gracious as to lend you his space to work on your assignments, due to the fact that his desk had a wide array of relaxing candles, teas, and soft light that would create the perfect atmosphere for your studies.

You allowed the pencil in your hand to clatter onto the desk as you debated Jisung’s offer. You still had your work cut out for you in terms of assignments you had to complete, but you had already been chipping away at them for quite a few hours, now. Maybe it would be a good idea to rest your mind for a bit and spend some time with your friends.

You nodded, smiling and rubbing your eyes. “Sure thing! Give me a second, I’ll be right out there.”

Jisung offered you an overjoyed thumbs-up before grabbing his snacks from his stash, the bags crinkling, before he disappeared down the hall, probably to inform Jaemin and Renjun that you would be joining the three of them for the movie. (Jeno had been required to stay a little late at the studio tonight to work on his upcoming rap verses for the new album a bit more.)

Stretching your arms above your head with a little grunt, you stood from Renjun’s chair and slipped into your pajamas, in this case a pair of sweatpants and a loose, soft cotton t-shirt. After doing so, you made your way out to the living room, where the others were already seated comfortably, Renjun pressing buttons on the TV remote in order to set up the movie.

“Hello guys.” You greeted warmly. Jaemin beamed at you with a friendly smile, signaling for you to come over. He pat the space on the couch beside him, so you scurried over, snuggling into the couch cushions as Jaemin shared some of his soft baby-pink blanket with you.

Once everyone was settled in, Renjun pressed play. You pulled your knees to your chest, tucking Jaemin’s blanket up under your chin as the opening of the movie rolled across the screen.

As the film played, your tense muscles relaxed immensely, but the thought of all your unfinished assignments still nagged at the back of your mind. You needed a break, and you were glad you had decided to take one and hang out with the boys, but still, you worried about completing everything on time.

About halfway through the film, your distracted thoughts were interrupted as the door unlocked. All heads swiveled in the direction of the sound as the door swung open, revealing a tired-looking Jeno in a black hoodie and matching backpack.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, adjusting the strap of his bag as he let out a sigh. “I’m back.”

“How was the recording?” Renjun asked, pausing the movie.

Jeno gave a nod and a small smile. “It was good! I finally got the hang of my verses for the title track, so that’s good.”

“Wanna watch Spider-Man with us?” Jisung piped up from his corner, where he was busy shoveling crispy chips in his mouth.

Jeno glanced at the screen in surprise before a grin spread across his face, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents.

“Oh sure, I’d love to! You guys can just keep playing the movie, I’ll be right out. I’m just gonna go change and wash up.”

“There’s leftover takeout in the fridge when you’re done!” Jaemin called as Jeno disappeared down the hall. Renjun pressed play once more, and after a few minutes, Jeno returned with a freshly-washed face and a light gray hoodie eith the hood pulled over the dry strands of his overly-damaged hair.

Jeno headed to the refrigerator, rolling up his sleeves to reveal the prominent veins in his arms as he tugged on the door handle, searching for said leftovers. He emerged after a moment with the white container, popping it open.

“Oh, chicken, sweet!” You heard him enthusiastically cheer as he heated up his food and grabbed a can of coke, pouring it into a tall ice-filled glass. After that was taken care of, Jeno marched over and plopped himself on the couch beside you, his legs spread and the container chicken in his lap. You and Jaemin scooted over to make more room for him.

“Hey Y/n, good to see you.” Jeno whispered loudly through a mouthful of chicken, his eyes curving into sweet crescent moons once again.

“Hi Jeno, you too!” You replied, giggling to yourself as Jeno wiggled a little, spreading his legs a little further in an attempt to get comfortable as he maneuvered his chopsticks to stuff more food in his mouth. Renjun leaned forward and loudly shushed the both of you, pointing to the epic battle between Spider-Man and one of his notorious arch-nemeses on the screen.

You snuggled back into the squishy couch, now wedged between both Jeno and Jaemin. Every so often Jeno shot you a smile, causing you to repeat the action. His smile was contagious. Soon, the end credits appeared across the screen, and the boys stood, beginning to clean up and go their respective ways.

“That was a good movie.” Jisung mused, raising his arms above his head as he stretched his back.

“You say that every time we watch it.” Renjun chuckled, shaking out the soft chocolate-colored blanket he had been using during the movie and folding it into a neat square.

Jisung smiled in embarrassment, shrugging. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s a good movie.”

“Hey Renjun,” you called, helping Jaemin fold his pink blanket.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m still working on some assignments, so my stuff is still spread all over your desk...” You bit your lip, worrying that he would want to use his desk to create some late-night art. As he should be able to, after all, you WERE a guest.

“Oh, that’s fine. Take your time, Y/n. I’m just gonna hop in the shower, and then come back out here and read a book for a bit. Don’t worry about it.” Renjun smiled sweetly.

You let out a sigh of relief. “Great, thank you so much.”

“Wow, you’re so studious.” Jisung noted aloud. “I wish I was like that when I was in school.” (A/n: For clarification, the reader is a college/university student, just to make sure ages match up and to make sure things stay LeGaL of course. Carry on lovelies.)

You laughed good-naturedly. “No, no, I’m just very behind right now. I need to catch up, and quickly. Our final grades have to be in by tomorrow, so I have to get all my missing work in tonight.” You explained.

“Good luck.” Jaemin pat you on the back. “Remember, don’t overwork yourself, got it?” He gave you a pointed look.

“Got it, Jaem. Don’t worry about it.”

Well, perhaps worrying was necessary. Here you were, approximately three hours later, at 2:16 AM. You had completed a good portion of assignments somehow, but kept getting distracted...A text from Chenle, sending you cute puppy compilations from YouTube...your friend from school, asking for help on an assignment you, too, were missing (you hadn’t even gotten around to starting it yet), scrolling mindlessly through countless apps, and more. So here you were, still missing a decent amount of work (by your standards, at least) and just about ready to whip your laptop at the wall and cry.

“Okay, okay.” You took a deep breath, putting on your favorite song and lighting another one of Renjun’s scented candles, frankly not thinking much if Jisung didn’t like the smell. (You’d have to apologize to him tomorrow.) “You got this, Y/n. Come on. You’re smart, you can do this.” You hyped yourself up quietly so as not to wake up the peacefully sleeping Jisung a few feet away.

Taking another deep breath and

rubbing your eyes, you got to work.

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And started crying not even five minutes later. One of the assignments would take a lot longer than you initially anticipated. There was no way you’d even come close to finishing it. You’d have to email your professor requesting an extension. Thankfully, your professor was a very kind, understanding woman, so there was a good chance of her granting your request.

What you really needed was some quality sleep, but stress would not grant you that, especially now that your brain was in overdrive from working for hours.

Rubbing your eyes again as if this would prevent more tears from slipping out, you pushed Renjun’s chair back, deciding to get a drink of cold water from the kitchen.

Jisung stirred slightly at your movements, causing you to glance over to ensure you hadn’t perturbed him from his well-deserved rest.

However, you stifled a small gasp upon the little detail you had just discovered. Jisung was sprawled on his back, the comforter tangled around his legs and spilling onto the floor, and he was shirtless, clad in only a pair of dark sweatpants. In all your time you had known the Dreamies, you had no idea Jisung slept shirtless until this very moment. You didn’t know if he’d care or not, but you still felt as if you’d just seen something you weren’t supposed to.

Suddenly feeling quite awkward, you cleared your throat and hurried out of the room and down to the kitchen to obtain that water.

You passed Renjun on your way to the kitchen. He was fast asleep on the couch with a book cracked open and splayed across his rising and falling chest. You felt a pang of sudden guilt, as if it was your fault Renjun was sleeping out here on the couch instead of being tucked snugly in his nice warm bed, though it ultimately had been his choice.

You reached the kitchen, flicking on the light and rubbing your arms from the slight chill in the air. You pressed your lips together in disdain as you glanced at the clock on the stove. 2:37 AM.

You tried to remain quiet as a mouse as you padded over to the cabinet, tugging it open and grabbing a clean glass with a somewhat loud clink, making you cringe. However, it didn’t seem that you woke anyone up. You filled the glass with fresh, cool water, leaning against the counter as you took a shuddery, relieving sip. Your body was exhausted, as well as your mind, but it wouldn’t grant you sleep even if you tried. You’d just be tossing and turning all night, with no escape from your anxieties about school and life.

Your eyes began to well up with a fresh bout of tears once again, a fee stray tears sliding down your cheeks and landing on your shirt. You sniffled, attempting to wipe at the hot tears with the back of your hand as you finished your glass.

Then Lee Jeno appeared in the doorway, emerging from the shadowy hall and scaring the living daylights out of you.

You swore loudly, clutching your chest as your heart felt like it had just burst out.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that.” Jeno smiled apologetically, and you noticed dark circles ringing his eyes.

“I-it’s alright.” You replied, setting your empty glass on the counter as your heart rate slowed to its natural pace. It was only Jeno. “Um, it’s pretty late, the others are sleeping. What are you still doing up?”

“I could ask the same about you.” Jeno replied, leaning beside you against the counter. He chuckled warmly, a more than welcome sound after the almost-meltdown you just had. “I was playing a game, and lost track of time.” He admitted. “This always happens. It’s not very good for my health, now is it?”

“Indeed it is not.” You agreed. “You need sleep, Jeno.”

“Well, what about you?” Jeno asked, nudging your arm with his elbow. “You’re still up too, and, uh, were you just crying a second ago?”

You winced slightly. Just how long had Jeno been waiting to enter the kitchen before you noticed him standing there unsurely? “Why do you ask that?”

“Well, it’s just, your eyes are kind of red and puffy, and I heard some sniffling when I came down here. And...well, I walked by Renjun and Jisung’s room earlier and heard you crying.”

“Oh.” Was all you could manage to reply with.

“You know, crying is okay of course, it’s good to let it out, but...what’s bothering you?”

You sighed. “Mostly stress and exhaustion from all the overdue assignments. I don’t even know how everything piled up this much. How did I let it get to this point?” You released a shaky breath. “I asked for an extension on a big project, so hopefully that works out, and the other stuff I’m sure I could get in by tomorrow night, but my mind is still moving a hundred miles a minute.”

“So you’re worried you won’t be able to sleep?” Jeno asked for clarification.

You nodded. “And I was supposed to sleep on the couch, but Renjun’s out there, and I don’t want to wake him up, and I DEFINITELY don’t want to take his bed.”

“I see.” Jeno paused for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before a light pink blush crept across his cheeks. “Maybe...I could help you sleep?”

“What?” You asked, taken aback at his suggestion. “How?”

“Well, we can just talk or something and hang out until you feel sleepy. Sometimes having someone by your side can be comforting.” Jeno replied, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“You mean like...I stay in your room? In your bed...with you?” You asked cautiously.

“Uh, yeah. Only if you want to though!” Jeno quickly exclaimed, putting his palms out in front of him. “And not in like, a creepy way, either! Ew, no, I would never try anything weird like that in this situation!”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Oh, yeah, I know you wouldn’t. Um, you really think you might be able to help me sleep?”

Jeno nodded, his eye smile appearing once again. “I can try!”

You beamed at Jeno. He was quite sweet. You weren’t as close with Jeno as you were with say, Renjun or Jaemin, but Jeno was still your friend, and a very kind-hearted individual.

You yawned, as if your body and mind were already making the decision for you. “Sure, Jeno, if it isn’t too much trouble for you. And you have to sleep too, okay?”

Jeno laughed. “Deal. Now, I came out here for some water, so let me actually do that while you finish yours...”

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Patting your face dry with a towel and smoothing some of Renjun’s moisturizer into your skin, (he was simply too kind every time you visited) you stopped by Renjun and Jisung’s room before heading over to Jeno’s. Your laptop was still open, that cursed screen staring back at you. You turned it off and slammed it shut, plugging the slim device into the wall to charge.

When you arrived in Jeno’s room, he was seated at his big blue and black gaming chair, spinning back and forth as he scrolled through his phone.

“You all ready?” Jeno asked upon seeing you, shooting up from his chair. You nodded, rubbing your arms as goosebumps prickled over your skin from the air in the small room.

“Oh, you cold? You can borrow a hoodie if you want, I have plenty in my closet.”

“Oh, no—“ You began, not wanting to inconvenience Jeno, but he simply chuckled.

“I insist! I know it can be really hard to fall asleep when you’re cold.” Jeno replied, producing an oversize black hoodie from his closet and holding it out to you with a goofy grin.

You let out a small laugh, deciding to take the hoodie and slip it over your sleepwear. The material was soft, warm, and smelled just like Jeno. It was strangely comforting.

“Good?” Jeno asked, crawling into his bed, and you nodded. He situated the comforter over his body, fluffing up his pillow and sinking his head into it with a relieved sigh. He studied you expectantly, and you realized Jeno was waiting for you to curl up beside him. You shuffled across the room, climbing into bed and plopping yourself beside Jeno, you legs stretched out awkwardly. Unsure of how to lay, you scooted close to Jeno, feeling the warmth radiate from his body as you snuggled into your half of the blankets.

“Oh, very close, okay.” Jeno chuckled, his cheeks tinted with a pale pink flush. “Alright. It’s okay, I don’t mind. Whatever helps you sleep.”

Suddenly highly embarrassed, you attempted to pull away, right as Jeno asked, “Is it alright if I put my arm like this?”

You looked up at him curiously as he motioned wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “It’ll just be more comfortable, I think.”

Swallowing, you sat for a moment, pondering his request. Jeno wanted to put his arm around you. You searched his face, finding no signs of ulterior motives. He was gazing at you questioningly, curiously, awaiting your answer. It was safe to say you had trust in Jeno. He was a very trustworthy guy, in your opinion. Worst case, if Jeno tried anything d u s t y , all you had to do was call for Renjun or Jaemin, and they’d be here in a flash to break his kneecaps.

“Sure.” You decided, smiling. “Is your arm a comfortable pillow?” You asked jokingly.

Jeno laughed joyfully at your question, bringing a smile to your face. “Hm, I’m not sure. You’ll have to let me know.” Jeno replied, eliciting a giggle from you. “Oh, but before we get too comfortable, there’s something I need.” Jeno reached forward, falling flat on his stomach, torso pressing against the bouncy mattress as he stretched his arm toward the floor. Coming in contact with his goal, Jeno sprang back up, clutching a worn white polar bear stuffed animal, his fingertips digging harshly into the fabric of the poor creature.

“This!” He declared proudly, waving the bear in the air, its limbs flopping. “Doyoung got me this. It’s great for hugging when you go to sleep. Here.” Jeno thrust the bear into your arms enthusiastically, settling back into his pillows with a content smile as he looped one arm around you, resting the other across his blanket-covered stomach. He gently pulled you close, causing unknown (but not unwelcome) butterflies to swirl in your stomach as you nestled snugly in the crook of his arm.

“This bear is so cute.” You smiled at the stuffed bear, giving it a tight hug as you attempted to distract yourself from looking directly at Jeno.

“It is, isn’t it?” Jeno replied. “I’m gonna put on some music to sleep, are you alright with that?”

“Sounds good.” You replied with a yawn, sinking deeper into the hoodie you borrowed from Jeno. The warmth from his body acted as a heater and made you feel even drowsier than you already did.

Jeno tapped on his phone, and, after a moment, Harry Styles’ “Falling” began drifting out of the speaker by his desk.

“This is a nice song.” Jeno mused. “Good for falling asleep, too. Okay, you all set? Are you comfy?”

You nodded, hugging the stuffed bear close to your chest. “Thank you again, Jeno.”

“No problem.” The young man replied. “Do you want to talk a little more after I turn off the lights?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You replied. Jeno let out a hum before using his phone to switch off the lights completely, leaving the both of you in pitch-darkness.

You blinked into the nothingness, feeling Jeno shift against you as you heard him drop his phone beside the bed with a clatter. “So, how was your day?”

“Not bad.” Jeno’s voice cut through the cool darkness. “I was a bit frustrated that I had to re-record all my lines and couldn’t come home with the others, but in the end, I’m glad the producers suggested I come in to do it again, ‘cause I think it sounds really awesome, now.”

“That’s good.” You yawned, giving Jeno’s stuffed polar bear a squeeze as you shifted your body to the side, accidentally shoving your face straight into Jeno’s chest. You felt his breath hitch as you snuggled closer, your mind cloudy in your half-asleep haze. “What else did you do today besides being an amazing rapper?” You asked, your voice barely comprehensible. “Like...what did you have for breakfast?”

Jeno let out a surprised laugh at your compliment as well as your question, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You’re sweet. And breakfast? Uh...I think I had cereal.”

“Mm, cereal.” You repeated, nuzzling into Jeno without a thought or care, your heavy lids closed and heartbeat slowing. “Cereal is good.”

“I agree.” Jeno nodded into the darkness, his eyes still wide open. Sensing that you were almost entirely asleep, Jeno rubbed your arm gently in an attempt to soothe you into a peaceful slumber. Apparently it worked, because in a few short minutes, you were pressed against Jeno beneath the comforter, fast asleep. Shortly after, Jeno found his own exhaustion catching up to him, falling asleep with his cheek pressed into your hair.

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Jeno blinked groggily, his mind foggy as natural light streamed into the room. As he came to his senses, he was surprised to find you in his bed, until the memories of the night before came flooding back. What jolted Jeno even more, however, was the fact that you had swapped out the stuffed bear (which was now on the floor beside Jeno) for Jeno. You were laying with both arms tightly wound around his fit torso like a koala.

Jeno had his arms around you as well, the both of your legs tangled up together beneath the blankets. He felt his cheeks flush as he smiled down fondly at your sleeping figure, and he found that he would be unable to pull away from you, even if he wanted to.

Which he didn’t, not really.

By the looks of it, you were sleeping tranquilly, leaving Jeno feeling content and happy. He did it! He had helped you get your well-deserved rest.

“GOOD MORN—“ A loud voice boomed, cutting itself off with a gasp. Jeno whipped his head toward the sound, and there he was: one Na Jaemin, still in his sweatpants, with dark messy hair and a spatula in hand, his mouth agape and staring between you and Jeno and back.

“IS THAT Y/N?” Jaemin nearly shouted at the top of his lungs. Jeno shushed him loudly, glancing at you warily as you began to stir awake, still clinging to Jeno. You let out a small sleepy sigh, bringing Jeno even closer to you as you fell back into dreamland. Jaemin positively crowed.

“Now when did this happen?” He asked in an excited whisper.

“Huh?” Jeno emitted a sound of confusion, (A/n: You know the one he does, like when his phone goes off during a VLive or something?) cocking an eyebrow at Jaemin. “When did what happen?”

“THIS!” Jaemin replied loudly, gesturing frantically at the scene of you and Jeno practically cuddling closely up to each other. “When did you two start dating? And why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“DATING?” Jeno’s eyes widened so far it seemed they were about to pop out of his skull and roll away. “Who? Y/n and I? We aren’t dating?”

Jaemin lowered his arm, cocking his head in clear confusion. “Wait, you’re not? Then wh—“

“‘Morning Jeno.”

Your voice cutting quietly into the two boys’ loud perplexities made Jaemin close his mouth, peeking curiously as you finally awoke from your slumber. You had no idea he was even standing in the doorway, having only came to your senses a moment ago. You peered up at Jeno in pure fondness, making his heart nearly explode. “Did you sleep well?”

Jeno glanced menacingly at Jaemin, warning him, before turning back to you and grinning stupidly. “Yeah, I did! What about you?”

“Like a baby. All thanks to you, Jen.” You replied, blinking tiredly. Jeno beamed at the sudden nickname, wanting you to never call him anything besides “Jen” ever again. “You do make quite a nice pillow.” You pondered.

Jeno giggled, as you blinked again, finally becoming a little more awake. Awake enough to realize you and Jeno were wrapped around each other like there was no one else in the world. Before you could do or say anything about this observation, Jaemin let out an outburst from the doorway.

“GOOD MORNING Y/N.”

His overly chipper tone scared the life out of you, your head popping up to witness the man standing there with a smug expression and a sly smile as your body practically ascended to the next dimension. “Hello Y/n. Jeno here tells me you two aren’t dating, but it sure looks that way to me.” He declared straightforwardly.

“What? We’re not!” You exclaimed firmly. “He was just helping me sleep, that’s all.”

“Helping you sleep, you say.” Jaemin mused, wiggling his eyebrows, and Jeno gagged. “If you say so. Breakfast is almost ready, by the way.”

Having completed his duty (that nobody assigned him) of making you and Jeno a flustered mess, Jaemin departed, on his way to go wake up (harrass) Jisung, leaving you and Jeno alone again.

“So, um, how long have we...been like this?” You asked awkwardly.

“Like what?” Jeno asked, facing you.

“Hugging each other like this.”

“Oh...I woke up and found us both like this. You looked comfortable and happy, so I didn’t want to disturb you.” Jeno explained.

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Should we get out of bed?” Jeno asked, studying you with his warm, dark eyes.

“I don’t know if I can face Jaemin after that. I can only imagine what he’s telling Jisung and Renjun.” You giggled.

“Ugh, me too.” Jeno groaned, the sound melting into a laugh. “But I suppose we have to eventually, baby—“

Jeno’s whole body froze, his soul leaving his body.

“Baby?” You squeaked out in a small voice.

“Um...” Jeno’s mouth went completely dry as he searched his mind for an answer. “I don’t....I’m sorry! Jaemin was just talking about dating, and I guess it accidentally slipped out? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You were still staring at Jeno in shock, but you were smiling. Truth be told, when the term of endearment left Jeno’s lips, your stomach flipped, and...you wanted him to say it again.

“It’s okay.” You finally told him, laying your head on his chest and giving his torso a firm squeeze of affection.

Jeno sighed with utter relief. “Thank goodness. It won’t happen again—“

“No, Jeno...I mean, it’s OKAY.” You repeated, putting emphasis on the last word, hoping Jeno would get the hint as your heart thundered in your chest.

“Oh...O H.” The realization hit him like the time that basketball Chenle threw at him hit him square in the back. “Wait, you mean...?” Jeno paused, gathering his words, his heart pounding.

“Do you...wanna go out sometime then?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

You nodded, resting your chin on his warm chest and gazing up at him. “I would love that, Lee Jeno.”

“Okay! Great!” Jeno hugged you tightly with an overjoyed laugh, beyond ecstatic at the fact that his crush agreed to go on a date with him. “I have work today, but how about...tomorrow night?”

“That sounds perfect.” You replied.

“Awesome! I can’t wait, baby!” The pet name slipped from Jeno again, earning loud laughter from the both of you. But neither of you minded. Not one bit.

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🌙Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this scenario!

🌙It was pretty long, but I hope you liked it! It was so fun to write!

🌙Feel free to leave a comment and chat about the story! 🥺💞 I would love to hear your thoughts hfdsjfjshkj

🌙Have a great day, and remember, you are amazing and special! ☀️✨🌼🌻🤠

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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How Parker Met Stark

Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)

Warnings: Swearing, graphic depictions of violence, end fluff

A/N: COMMENTS/REBLOGS APPRECIATED/ENCOURAGED: Because, honestly, I don’t know if anyone likes it otherwise so I can continue or not.

Summary: A prequel to my Hard Enough one-shot, and the second installation of my Crumble!Verse work: The first time you meet Peter Parker, he saw your hot temper and couldn’t help himself.

This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man

Something was wrong. Peter could feel it. The air was thick, his throat was dry, and he was certain that the ground beneath his feet may have shook just a tiny bit, but maybe that was his spidey senses toying with him. Perhaps something was happening with the woman he spotted across the hall.

Peter was currently in the MET, taking photos for a high-class, black-tie event that he was afforded, somehow, a press pass to get into so he could catch some of Earth’s mightiest heroes let their hair down. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he was standing here. He wasn’t taking pictures nearly as much as he used to since he was finally working in an actual lab that produced actual results and he made actual money for it. But because he had such a hot streak catching pictures of Spider-Man (and still does, when it’s the holiday season and he wants to treat himself), J. Jonah Jameson reached out to him with a quest.

Get amazing pictures of the Avengers.

He had Tony with an arm wrapped around Pepper, and another arm wrapped around Bruce’s shoulders as he had yanked the man into his side and was kissing his temple while Pepper was watching the scene and laughing at Bruce cringing because Tony was laying a ‘wet one’ on him.

Clint looked bored, but Peter couldn’t resist this photo. The man was literally standing by a window, unbothered by everyone, nearly hiding behind one of the curtains as he shoveled food in his mouth. The man resembled a chipmunk/human hybrid and it was impressive. Natasha was caught whispering in Wanda’s ear, but both of their eyes were clearly glued to a man’s butt as he bent over to pick up his fallen handkerchief.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam looked like the perfect trio of pals. Steve was in the center, head down, smile on his face, eyes closed as he listened to Sam and Bucky go back and forth roasting each other, with Bucky outright flipping Sam off while said man was using a napkin to mimic an emo, swooping hairstyle. Thor, in typical Thor fashion, was surrounded by women, and even a few men, as he spun tales of Asgard and his conquests, not realizing Steven Strange was behind him and rolling his eyes at the stories.

Then there was you. You were off to the side, a corner that could’ve been hidden to most, but Peter couldn’t help but spot you immediately. After all, you weren’t just an Avenger, you were a very, very pretty Avenger who happened to perfectly fit in the same age bracket as he did. You were absolutely glowing in a floor-length, golden gown moved like water whenever you did.

You were off speaking to someone in a corner, a man he recognized to be your boyfriend, thanks to several magazines and newspapers that couldn’t manage to keep themselves out of your life. However, instead of the usual demeanor they caught you in when together, smiling, laughing, having fun, you looked like you were going to explode. That must have been the feeling that he was having. It really was his spidey senses tingling.

Confused, Peter slowly started to walk towards you, his senses going off the closer he got. He felt the floor shake ever so slightly and looked around, but not a soul seemed to be bothered by this except for him. Perhaps because of his senses he was more sensitive to it, but he knew what was coming, he was familiar with your powers. He knew what was next for this whole building if things were as bad as he was imagining them to be.

Looking at you, Peter noticed your hand shaking. He then noticed the tips of your fingers start to turn red. Suddenly, he could see the veins bulging on your hand up to the middle of your forearm, and ugly red and purple bruising start to form around them. His eyes widened a little bit, looking up to see your face. Your right eye was twitching and you were gritting your teeth like you were trying to hold back, and what were you trying to hold back?

By the looks of it, he’d have to guess you were trying not to put your fist through his face.

Peter watched as you opened your mouth to speak and were immediately shut down by your boyfriend talking over you, hands waving around, voice getting louder by the second. Your eye was still twitching, and the bruising was creeping up your forearm fast and reaching your shoulder, causing you to wince as your other arm grabbed it and held on to it.

Peter could hear the sound of marble cracking and knew he had to intervene. Quick on his feet, he walked over to you and held up his camera the second he saw your injured hand starting to rise, “Ms. Stark, why don’t I take your photo over there? Just yours, of course.”

You saw this as your out, and as much as you wanted to let go of the powers you were holding in and just break your boyfriend’s face in two, you decided that maybe now was not the time to commit manslaughter, against your better judgement. Instead, you exhaled slowly, smiled politely at the photographer, and nodded as he quickly led you away out in the hall, lying to you and saying something about getting the ‘perfect’ night lighting.

“How do you get perfect night lighting at night in a dimly lit hallway? Shouldn’t that be outside?” You asked as the doors shut behind you.

“Nah, doesn’t matter,” Peter turned around and lowered his hands in front of him as he studied you. “I just thought I should stop you from murdering someone during a charity event, as cool as those pictures would look.”

You laughter. You snorted and laughed at him, and while you thought that snort was some kind of combination of unholy and unattractive, Peter grinned watching you shake your head and turn away from him.

“So that’s why you lured me out here? And here I thought you thought I was pretty,” you replied.

Peter grinned, “It can’t be both?”

You blushed, surprised he matched your banter. You scoffed a little and crossed your arms over your chest before remembering the pain one of them was in. You winced slightly and let your arms drop to your sides as you studied him, “What’s your name, hero?”

He smirked, because he was positive you had no idea the double meaning behind that nickname, “Peter Parker. It’s a nice to meet you, Ms. Stark.”

“Yeah, even under these circumstances?” You quipped, stepping backwards to lean under a particularly dim sconce, just to rest your back and get some weight off of those pointy heels you were wearing, “Sounds a little strange, Parker. You’ve got a murder kink or something?”

“Well, if I did, I would’ve let you finish off your boyfriend back there.”

“And watched? Now that’s just a little too voyeuristic of you, Parker.”

Peter laughed as got down to his knees and angled the camera up to take a photo of you. You tilted your head to the side in confusion and stepped forward to leave but Peter protested quickly as he moved to lay on his stomach.

“No, stay right there. You look amazing like that,” He said as he started to snap photos of you, “Like a real bad ass.”

“I don’t usually let press take photos this easily.”

“I know, I hear you’re a camera breaker,” Peter remarked and glanced up at you from behind the camera, “What’s a guy got to do to get you to spare me?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, “Not sure. You already got down on your knees fairly quickly for me,” You laughed and leaned back again, staring off to the side with your injured arm resting in the shadows, your good arm resting softly on your stomach as you thought about this particular predicament you were in. “How about you don’t release any pictures of the two of us arguing?”

“What makes you think I took any?”

“I’m confident it was your job to get some juicy pics of the Avengers here, since you’re Spider-Man’s personal photographer — well, not so much these days,” You replied, watching as he looked up at you in surprise before standing up. “Yeah, took me a minute, but I remember the name now. I like your photos.”

“Thanks,” Peter nodded as he dusted his pants off and walked towards you. “No pics of you and the boyfriend fighting.”

“Hm, well, not sure how long he’ll have that title anyway. I’ll give you the exclusive in case I do rip his heart out with my bare hands.”

“Hot,” He mumbled, watching you chuckle and shake your head once more. “Should we get that checked out for you? That looks, well, not great,” he told you as he studied your arm.

“It’ll go away in a few days,” You waved your good hand dismissively. “It’s happened before. It’s not a big deal. It’ll recover quick enough. It’s just going to be annoying walking in with this for all to see now. I left my jacket at my seat.”

“Oh,” Peter slipped his jacket off quick enough, “I got you. That’s fine.”

“I can’t —“

“Come on. You can walk in. Get your jacket, and give me mine back. Plus, I had this dry-cleaned.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Recently?”

He blinked twice as he chewed on his bottom lip, “This year. I think.”

Snickering, you thanked him and slipped on the jacket. You took a moment to inhale the scent lingering on the jacket to see if it was as bad as you feared — it wasn’t. It smelled like his cologne, spicy, warm, and left just the right amount of tingle in your nostrils, and you were instantly attracted to it. You cleared your throat, muttered your thanks, and walked into the main hall with Peter hot on your trail.

All you had to do was get to your seat, put on your jacket, and you were good. Hell, you might even try to make an early exit and just go home, but, no, why would things be easy. Your boyfriend was waiting by the door, checking his watch anxiously and looking around. When he spotted you wearing Peter’s coat after you returned, everything he wanted to say flew out of his brain as he started walking towards you.

Peter noticed him and cringed “So, uh, what were you two fighting about?”

“He embarrassed me in front of a bunch of people and got really angry and defensive when I said he was being shitty and condescending. Why?”

“I think he wants to finish the conversation.”

You turned around at his remark and nearly slammed into your oncoming boyfriend. He looked at the jacket you were wearing, then at Peter, who stood there with his lips pursed, eyebrows up, and eyeballs going in very other direction that did not have either of you in it.

“I thought you were just taking pictures. The fuck are you doing with this soy-faced cuck’s jacket on you? The hell did you do out there?” He shouted, garnering too much attention from those surrounding you.

Including your father, Tony Stark, who immediately sobered up and put his drink in Bruce’s chest as he undid his jacket button and started to walk over.

Peter, however, sensed it before he could see it coming. Before he could even react, your hand was up, your boyfriend was on his back having gone through a table and wound up on the ground covered in appetizers, drinks, and a now-soiled white tablecloth.

You exhaled and twisted your wrist a few times, “That feels better. We’re done, by the way.”

“Spawn…” Tony began as he looked between your new ex-boyfriend, Peter, and yourself. “You know, if you held out for twenty more minutes, I would have won a bet.”

“Sorry, dad,” you remarked as you began to slip off Peter’s jacket. “I couldn’t help myself. Really, really tried, too.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Tony sighed and noticed your arm, “Holy shit that looks horrible.”

“Yep.”

“Okay, time to make an exit,” Tony looked to Peter and furrowed his brow. “What, you think now’s the time for a photo op?”

“He’s my friend, dad,” you turned and handed him the coat. “Thank you, Peter. It was nice meeting you.”

He beamed as he took his jacket, “Nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

“Make sure you give them a good picture,” you joked as Pepper came over to you with your jacket so you guys could leave. “Sorry it wasn’t a real homicide.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll catch it another day,” He joked with you, ignoring the confused looks he was getting from Tony and Pepper. “Maybe I’ll even see you around.”

“Maybe,” you nodded and waved goodbye to him. Charmingly enough, you gave your boyfriend the middle finger and told him to lose your number as you walked out of there with your father and Pepper in tow, while the rest of the Avengers seemed to be playing games of rock, paper, scissors to see who should stay for appearances, and who could run out and leave as well.

~*~

The following day, you made your way over to the kitchen, feet padding against the cold floor as you made a beeline to the coffee. After pouring yourself a cup, you grabbed the Daily Bugle sitting on the counter and unfolded it. You smirked behind the coffee cup as you spotted the photo on the front page.

‘Y/N Stark, Showstopper at MET Charity’

Of course, the story went on to detail some of the drama from the night, but you were enthralled by the photo. You looked ethereal, god-like, powerful. You could faintly see your bruised arm in the background. Hiding in the shadows, it almost looked sinister, but you loved how you looked.

You looked to see ‘photograph by: Peter Parker’ and smiled. So he did pick a good photo of you, as he should.

Humming to yourself, you leaned over the counter, “Hey, Jarvis.”

“Yes, madam?”

“What do you know about Peter Parker?”

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x stark!reader #stark!reader #crumble!verse #crazycookiecrumbles #spiderman x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x you

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Anon Requested: Could you imagine dating Eddie Brock/Venom and then bringing them home to meet your father & mother figure Peter B. Parker and MJ? Like- maybe the reader is a spider-person aswell, who is/was Peter's mentee/unofficially adopted kid, like- the awkward tension. (Especially if this is a universe where Peter knows Venom's identity, but Eddie doesn't know Peter is spider-man)

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Spider!Person Reader

A/N: Day 15!! Halfway through October already? Shucks. Also this prompt had too much comedy potential for me to not write it ASAP. I hope you enjoy it! Also Spider-verse!Eddie/Venom has been on my mind since I saw the movie. I think they'd look neat in that style. I could draw them myself, but I would not do the idea justice I don't think--

"All I'm saying is-"

"Knock knock!" You called, opening the door, "I brought a very special guest, but you knew that."

Peter looked at the door, "Whose the guest?"

You threw open the door, "Ta-Da!"

You stepped out of the way and gestured to your "special guest," who was really just your boyfriend, Eddie Brock. Mj knew that, Peter knew that, however, Peter had no idea what the guys name was. He just put two and two together with your texts and shrugged it off as, 'Oh, the boyfriend introduction. Great.'

Peter stared at Eddie, no emotion or, in fact, any lights on upstairs. It's like the film reel just stopped turning.

Mj didn't get it, nudging Peter's arm, "Hey, don't stare. You're going to give the poor guy the creeps."

Peter looked at Mj, and then back to Eddie, rinse and repeat, "Really?"

"What?" She replied.

Peter looked at you, "Really?"

"What?" You echoed Mj's confusion.

"This guy?"

Eddie stepped over and held his hand out, "I'm sorry- Forgot to introduce myself."

Peter didn't have much of a choice, so he took the other man's hand. It didn't feel right, but it had to be done.

"I'm Eddie Brock. I work at the Daily Bugle-"

"I'm aware." Peter said flatly, immediately catching himself, "Ah, I just...Mean. Big fan...Your biggest fan."

"And where are my manners!" You half shouted, sliding over, "I'm so sorry. This is my dad, Peter, and this is my mother, Mj! Uhm, Uh, this is Eddie. He just said that- I- Anyone want something to drink?" You slinked away into the kitchen.

"This is awkward." Peter sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'll go help with the drinks- Make yourself comfortable. Not too comfortable though."

Eddie stood as still as a post. He's never been invited to meet anyone's parents, so he wasn't too sure if making himself comfortable was really a good idea.

Peter walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into you as you prepared a few glasses of lemonade.

"Can you at least pretend to like him?" You were begging but you refused to look at him, "Please? I really like him."

"Does it have to be him?"

"Yes. It does. He's really nice."

"I'd beg to differ." Peter scoffed.

"You say that like you know him."

"You're saying you don't?" Peter scratched his face, "Really? No, uh, no bells or whistles? Hairs don't stand on end? Nothing?"

"No." You sighed, "Should I?"

"You aren't connecting any dots?"

"No, did you hit your head again? Do you need an icepack?"

"I'm being serious."

"I am too."

You grabbed the tray with the cups and walked back to the table. You sat down next to Eddie and he aided you in passing out the cups. Him and Mj were getting along, which you knew they would, since naturally she gets along with everyone. You just hoped that Peter would at least attempt to do the same. It would mean so much to you if he did.

Peter came back out and sat across from Eddie, continuing the blank stare. He really wasn't meaning to, but he couldn't help it. Like, how the hell does this happen. You and Him were literally beating the snot out of this guy like two days ago. Peter's secretly hightailing this guy to see what his problem was.

And now he's in his home. At his table. Enjoying everyone company but his. Peter was certain that Eddie had ulterior motives, because why else would he be here. Eddie probably wanted to watch Peter's world burn- Probably. Maybe Eddie figured out Peter's whole identity thing, and this is payback.

Eddie, on the other hand could not, for the life of him, figure out why Peter was just staring at him. It was making his skin crawl. Of course, Eddie wasn't going to say anything, seeing as this was very important to you. He didn't hate Peter, mostly because he didn't know the guy until now. Yet, despite that, Peter seemed to have a pretty good idea of who he thought Eddie was.

Eddie knew first impressions were everything, and he absolutely sucked at them. What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? His coping mechanisms said to crack a joke, but the other voice in his head just said to eat everyone, except you, and go home. Obviously, that was not a viable option. There was an odd nagging feeling throughout the whole thought process.

"I enjoy reading your stuff in the papers." Mj said, trying to ease the extremely obvious tension.

"I'm glad you like it." Eddie replied, "I'm still new to the company- Uh, but I hope to do my own photography. I just have to keep pestering my boss until he gets sick of me."

"You should see some of his pictures," You added, "They're all so great! I was thinking of having him teach me so that way we could work together!"

Eddie really liked the idea of working with you, you were great to hang out with so why not be work buddies too. It just made sense to him. Oh, he thought, maybe that's what was bugging Peter. He was probably just jealous, and maybe felt replaced. Eddie figured that he'd have to make it up to him- Maybe not today, but maybe he'd invite Peter out to brunch or something.

It all made sense to Eddie now. Of course he's jealous! He was used to being the only guy around, and now he had to share the attention. For a moment, Eddie was worried that he had already done something wrong.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you guys." Eddie said, "You seem like wonderful people."

In that moment, despite every bit of knowledge that Peter knew to be true, he saw that look in your eyes that he's only seen one other time... And he knew, he had maybe misjudged, well not misjudged, but hell he's trying to feel guilty here- Perhaps he was jumping the gun. Maybe Peter had to separate alien from host- Oh, now there's an idea.

"We plan on visiting more," You said, "Since you mentioned that the basement needed some work."

"You two really don't mind?" Mj said, "I'd hate to-"

"Ma, please. We'd love to! Besides, I think looking around and doing some work here would be good for us." You reassured her, "We gotta get house ideas from somewhere, right?"

Peter let out a rather high pitched yelp, thinking that it happened in his head. You three looked at him, all concerned, Eddie more nervous than worried, though.

"Oh, did I do that? Out loud?" Peter asked, "Yikes. Sorry, you said house ideas- Which means that you'd- Oh boy, live together and I guess I panicked." He tried to nervously laugh it off, "Wow, I really did not mean to do that. Out loud. For everyone to totally hear."

This guy is a nutjob.

Eddie scratched his neck, looking over at the clock. Has it really been that long already?

Peter continued to laugh as he got out of his chair, "I think I hear my phone ringing."

You looked down at the table, seeing that his phone wasn't doing anything at all.

"It's not, but alright."

"It could be. It might."

You stood up and took care of the empty cups, "Eddie and I have plans tonight, so we'd better get going anyways."

"How exciting." Mj said as she too got up to give Eddie a quick hug, "I do hope to see you two again!"

"Definitely." You smiled, giving her a hug, "We can make dinner plans once I'm done with unpacking my stuff at his place if that's cool-"

Peter let out another yell, again, garnering all the unwanted attention that follows. He began laughing again, "Oops, there I go doing it again. Maybe I should get that checked out."

"Does he normally do this?" Eddie asked quietly.

Mj chuckled, waving you two towards the door, "He's just being himself."

You walked over to Peter and gave him a hug, "See you later, dad."

It bugged him to send you off with that guy, but it's not like there was much he could do about it now. He hugged back, "See ya around, kiddo. Don't be a stranger."

You walked to the door, waiting for Eddie, who was saying his goodbye to Peter. Shaking his hand once more, thanking him for his time, you know, the works. The nagging feeling continued until Peter caught on.

"You alright?" Peter asked, "I didn't ruin anything, did I?"

"Oh, no, no." Eddie replied, "I- Sorry, I just have this weird feeling."

The next words out of Eddie's mouth were said in a lower tone, but were said out of curiousity and not out of malice or even knowing anything.

"Do I know you from somewhere? It feels like we've met before."

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #venom imagine #into the spider verse x reader #into the spiderverse imagine #peter b parker imagine #peter b parker x reader

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Couldn’t Be Happier

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Request: could you do a headcanon where sirius is in love w/ the reader but she’s dating remus? ou vice-versa if you prefer

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x Remus Lupin

Summary: Sirius insists he couldn’t be happier for his best friends. But why are there tears trickling down his cheek?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst, mild swearing.

a/n — This isn’t a headcanon unfortunately, but it has been 2 years since I wrote and this request gave me the most inspiration. I hope you and everyone else reading this enjoy it nonetheless, as this is my first Marauders one-shot!

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You had always stuck by Sirius Black.

Ever since you two met, both coming from a long line of Slytherin pure-bloods. You held a glint of mischief in your eyes when you saw the six-year-old hidden behind the legs of his father, cowering away from the intimidating presence of your family. Weaving through the parents as inconspicuous as possible, you resolved to give the boy a small fright, sneaking up behind his frame and placing your beloved plastic spider on his shoulder.

Safe to say, it did more than just a small fright. You both were sent to your room to avoid disturbing the grown-up conversation, as they put it. But the entire time, Sirius wouldn’t even meet your gaze, too embarrassed with himself and terrified by your brazen act.

The next day, you would see that boy again, although this time in entirely different circumstances. You woke up early in the afternoon to the distant sounds of his parents conversing with your own, only to exit your bedroom door and be instantly met with his face shielded by the most grotesque mask. You shrieked loudly at the sight. “Gotcha!” you heard him exclaim with a childish giggle, taking off his mask to reveal his elation.

Although it hurt to have your pride challenged by such a cowardly display, you saw him as an equal from that point onwards. You two would continuously pull pranks whenever you’d visit each other’s houses, which was often given the closeness of your families. By the time you both turned eleven, you and Sirius were practically attached by the hip.

It was the first time either of you had experienced friendship. However, it certainly was not the last.

~~~

“Write to me as soon as you get sorted into Slytherin, alright dear?” your mother demanded with a hint of a smile pulling against her lips. You and your parents were standing on the platform in front of the Hogwarts Express, getting ready to enter your first year. She placed a small kiss on your forehead before your father embraced you in what can hardly be considered a hug. Affection was not a big concept in your household, but you have come to accept that over the years.

Although the implication of her request left you agitated in the deepest part of your consciousness, you returned a confident smirk as you nodded towards her. “Of course, mother.”

With one last scan, your parents sent you off with a proud gaze. You took a sigh of relief upon entering the train, excited by the prospect of living outside of your parent’s scrutiny. You could hardly contain your joy as you hastened to find Sirius.

However, when you finally spotted his mop of black hair and pulled open the door to the compartment, you were surprised to see two other boys sitting across from him. Sirius made friends already?

There were mixed reactions to your entry. The boy with the glasses looked thoroughly amused, while the guy next to him seemed half asleep. Sirius, on the other hand, stared at you with his distinctive get me out of here eyes. Although it was subtle to the untrained eye, you were well-versed in the complex art of his facial expressions. You flashed them all a nervous grin.

“Hi there, you must be Y/N? Sirius told me he was waiting for you,” the glasses kid spoke, reaching out his hand as you tentatively shook it. Looking to Sirius in confusion, he gave a slight shrug.

“And you are? Sirius never told me about you two,” you asked lightheartedly, not wanting to offend them with your directness. The taller boy next to him chuckled before speaking.

“We just met the guy two minutes ago. James wanted to come say hi since he was sitting alone,” he explained before gesturing towards you, “but it doesn’t seem like that was necessary. I’m Remus.”

Reaching to shake his hand as well, you smiled at both of them before settling down next to Sirius on the bench. “Nice to meet you two. And don’t worry, Sirius could always use more company.”

The boy in question rolled his eyes before shoving your shoulder. “You’re making it seem like I’m a loner.”

“No way! You are far from it!” you exclaimed dramatically before leaning into the boys across from you and whispering, “Excuse him, it’s a bit of a sensitive topic.”

Remus and James laughed at your dynamic with Sirius. Throughout the rest of the trip to Hogwarts, you four got along incredibly well. It was as if you all balanced each other out while also matching their characteristics. You felt a friendship blossoming within that train.

However, this prospect was cut short at the Sorting Ceremony, upon seeing Remus and James sorted into Gryffindor with little hesitancy. You and Sirius felt nervous, both expecting and silently loathing the idea of getting into Slytherin. It seemed hardly unlikely given your heritage. You two were meant for that house.

Before the hat called Sirius Black, you squeezed his hand tightly. Despite the fascination you two shared about Hogwarts, houses were never discussed. Instead, there was unspoken derision between you two towards being in Slytherin, although never expressed directly, knowing it was sealed in your collective fate from the moment you and Sirius were born.

However, that day you broke that unspoken aspect. After hearing your friend gulp as the hat announced his name, you muttered under your breath to him.

“We are going to be different, Sirius.”

And with that piece of encouragement, Sirius walked up to the hat, assured of who he is and who he aspires to be. There was a short length of silence before the hat shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!”

Cheers erupted from the table clad in red and gold. And not too long afterwards, when the hat announced the same for you, more celebration ensued. You two couldn’t be happier.

After giving your friend a warm hug, you sat down at the table with a wide grin tugging on your face. Sirius saw how happy you looked with the outcome, and he couldn’t help but feel excited as well. As you glanced up to your front, you were met with a gentle smile from the boy sitting across from you. Remus nodded his head approvingly, while you nodded back with a playful expression.

You held his gaze for a moment longer before turning to your side, only to notice the beaming smile on Sirius’ face replaced with something you couldn’t quite decipher. It flashed on his countenance for a brief second before he looked at you with a slightly weaker grin.

It was the first time you had failed to read his expression. However, it certainly was not the last.

~~~

You, Sirius, Remus, and James had since become the best of friends. Ever since that encounter on the train, you four were inseparable in Hogwarts. Moony, Padfoot, Whiskers, and Prongs; always together, in both mischief and suffering.

Even upon finding that Remus was a werewolf, you had convinced the others to try and become an Animagus so he wouldn’t be alone when transforming. It was a thoughtful act, albeit nearly impossible. However, when you three finally achieved it in your fifth year, the possibilities for adventure had grown astronomically.

Perhaps it was during that time that Remus found himself falling for you. And during that time that you began to reciprocate those feelings as well.

Or even during that time that Sirius realized he needed to act quickly if he wanted you to himself.

One lazy Saturday morning resulted in James, Sirius, and Remus lounging in the Gryffindor common room. You were fast asleep upstairs, as usual when it is before 2 pm and there is no schedule to uphold.

“My god, when is Y/N going to wake up? Everyone already left for Hogsmeade,” James groaned into his palms. Sirius was sprawled across the couch while Remus worked diligently on his Potions homework. Finally, after another minute of hasty writing, he dropped his quill and dramatically flopped onto the floor.

“I’ve finished my assignment and she’s still asleep,” Remus mumbled against the carpet before sitting back on the armchair. “Incredible”

Sirius yawned while fidgeting in his place, trying to find a comfortable position to nap. At the sight of his attempts, James threw Remus’ quill directly to his head with a slight giggle.

There was a brief period of silence afterwards that Remus cut through with a surprising question. It arose a strong reaction from a certain black-haired male nearby, who quickly stood up with all trace of exhaustion wiped from his face.

“Do you think I should ask out Y/N?”

“What the absolute fuck?” Sirius shrieked, striding towards Remus before grasping his shoulders. He was confused by the response, although he continued regardless.

“I mean, I like her quite a bit as I’m sure you all know by now, and I’m fairly confident she feels the same. What’s the matter?” Remus inquired, looking at Sirius strangely. He let go of his shoulders promptly, realizing his peculiarity.

Clearing his throat, Sirius clarified, “I mean, don’t you think it would be a bit weird for the group?”

James piped up in response. “Personally, I don’t really care.”

Wow, thanks for the help dickhead, Sirius thought to himself, trying to prevent his middle finger from raising.

Remus gestured towards James, a grin spreading across his face. “See? James won’t mind,” he exclaimed before pouting at Sirius. “Do you not approve of us, Padfoot?”

Sirius backed away, stuttering nervously at the implicit accusation. “N-no, it’s not that. I just-” he sat back down at the couch, resuming his previous position, “nevermind. I don’t really care either.”

“Alright, it’s settled then,” Remus smiled, a blush rising to his cheek. James nudged him playfully at the sight of his love-struck expression while Sirius turned to the other side of the couch, pretending to fall asleep.

It didn't take long after that when you finally sauntered down the staircase, rubbing your eyes with weariness. James dramatically sighed in relief, and you punched his arm with a light chuckle.

"Good morning," you yawned, only to be met with incredulous looks.

"Merlin, get a grip. It's 2:30 pm, Y/N," Sirius exclaimed, standing up from his seat. You playfully rolled your eyes in response.

"Well then, can we go to Hogsmeade? You guys are wasting our time," you exaggerated, earning scoffs from the boys.

As you all began heading towards the portrait hole with the map in James' hand, you were held back by Remus gripping your wrist. Turning towards him, he immediately averted his gaze, a tinge of pink visible on his face as he nearly whispered.

"Is it alright if I talk to you for a moment?"

You nodded your head curiously, following him back to the couches. He sat down while still avoiding your stare, and you took a seat right next to him.

Meanwhile, Sirius and James had only noticed you two were gone by the time they exited the common room. James whistled knowingly while uneasiness weighed on Sirius' heart. He felt a strong urge to intervene, even if the rational side of his mind advised against it.

"Shit, I forgot my wand," Sirius groaned despite feeling the wooden stick in his pocket. "I'll be right back."

He didn't wait for an answer before swiftly and cautiously entering the portrait hole. When his two friends on the couch were finally within view, he stopped in his tracks and crouched, making himself inconspicuous.

"Well? What would you like to say," you gently prompted, resting your hand on Remus’ clasped ones. The contact ignited a spark within the both of you, although you were careful not to show it.

"Y/N, I've liked you for quite some time now."

No...

"You are probably one of the most brave and thoughtful person I've ever met, so I hope you can understand why."

No, no, no! Sirius found himself panicking at the sight of a brewing confession.

"I really like you. And I don't know if you feel the same way, but that doesn't change how strongly I feel about you."

You have got to be kidding me, Sirius thought, already overcame by dejection. He could never imagine a world where you don’t end up with him. Before even realizing his feelings, Sirius has always envisioned a future together. A future that doesn't involve being just friends.

"You've made me assured in myself and my worth. You continuously enhance my life in so many ways, often with your presence alone."

Sirius finds himself recalling all these imaginations he would have. You and him, dating, sometimes even married with an entire family. Nothing short of love and care shared between you two in these fantasies. But perhaps that is why he is the one eavesdropping from the corner while Remus sits next to you. Because these were only ever fantasies. Not something to enact.

"I don't think I'll ever truly be able to describe how deeply I appreciate you."

Then don't! Sirius could almost imagine himself shouting.

"But I could try. Every single day, if you give me the chance to."

Sirius felt a small drop on his hand, then another. He reached up to his eyes and quickly discovered the source.

"Y/N L/N..."

Please don't do this...

"Will you be mine?"

Sirius felt his heart drop.

"Yes," you answered with a growing smile, "I will."

And with that, you crashed into Remus' outstretched arms, embracing him in a tight hug. And with that, Remus found himself delighted by his confession being a success.

And with that, Sirius couldn't contain the tears from flowing. And with that, he had officially lost.

Lost the girl of his dreams to his best friend. How bittersweet that feeling is. Sirius turned away from the two of you hugging and faced the back of the portrait with an aura of melancholy surrounding him.

It was the first time Sirius had felt utterly and hopelessly shattered. However, it certainly was not the last.

He couldn't help but dwell on what he should have done differently. He should've taken the initiative to go on those late-night study sessions before Remus would offer. He should've been more affectionate and expressive when Remus would be, rather than completely close himself off. He should've been the one to meet your gaze. He should've captured your heart when he had the chance, not Remus.

Remus, Remus, Remus. He should have been better than Remus.

But he wasn't, and now he has to live with that. Live with the fact that the love of his life is happy in the arms of another man.

Sirius insists he isn't unhappy. No, he is quite happy you found the one for you. And even happier that it is someone he knows personally to be a good guy. If anyone were to treat you right, it would be Remus fucking Lupin.

I couldn't be happier. I couldn't be happier. I couldn't be happier. Sirius thought that if he repeated it enough, he might start to believe it.

As he lazily stood up from his spot, he was approached by you and Remus hand-in-hand. You greeted him first. "Oh, hey Sirius. I didn't realize you were waiting."

Noticing the direction of Sirius' gaze, Remus raised his hand enclosed with yours. The grin widened on his face as you blushed at the display. "If you couldn't tell, she said yes!"

The two of you scanned Sirius for a reaction. A weak smile cracked his hardened expression.

"I couldn't be happier."

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a/n — Aaand there it is; my first one shot since mid 2020! Feels good to be back, although I can’t promise I’ll update regularly since school is a lot busier now. Still, I appreciate you all reading this, and please like, comment, and reblog to show support!

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Tangled Thoughts || jjk

“It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean?”

🕷️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x exGirlfriend!Reader(f)

🕷️ Genre: exes to lovers, marvel au, crime~, angst, action/adventure

🕷️ Warnings: shooty bang-bangs (guns), slicing and dicing (knives), blood, hint of sexy time at the end, cursing, people get boo-boos (injuries), kidnapping, explosions, pow-pows (fighting)

🕷️ Word count: 10.5k

🕷️ Author’s note: I wrote this last night after spending all day reading every Spider-Kook fic I could get my hands on. I was not planning on creating this haha but… I love Jungkook. I love Spider-Man. It’s only right for me to contribute to the Jungkook spider-verse. I’ve never written a Spider-Man fic, so hopefully, it flows alright!

Disclaimer: NOT ALL CHARACTERS ARE REPRESENTED AS HOW I SEE THEM OR REFLECT THEIR REAL-LIFE ACTIONS OR PERSONALITIES. THIS IS FICTIONAL.

(Update Jan. 17, 2021: I have redacted Hobi as Ironman. He will not be in this story because I have other plans for our sunshine in future chapters. No, I am not anti-Hobi. Please don’t even go there. This is just what happens when you write a story spontaneously without planning out the storyline. Hoseok will appear in an upcoming chapter.)

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The air in the room felt thick. Your body was jittery and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dancing around the room. Anything was better than looking at him.

Jungkook, your latest ex-boyfriend of two years, sat in your desk chair across from you. While you could tell he was timid, he was less so than you. You weren’t sure why you even agreed to meet with him. It’s been a little over a week since you last saw him. You hated the way your heart still ached at the sight of him—hated the way your body yearned for his gentle touch on your skin. You hated that you wanted him back as soon as he came to you again. You hated how weak you were for him.

“I- I wanted to apologize,” he spoke after what felt like hours, though it was only a minute of silence in reality. You kept your gaze averted, inwardly rolling your eyes. Wanted to apologize for the hundredth time and not mean it. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “I know I have already, but… Argh,” he huffed, annoyed at his own lack of words.

“Why are you really here, Jungkook?” For the first time since he arrived, you looked at him straight in the eyes. His round, dark brown globes were filled with anxiety and hopelessness. The pain in your chest from seeing such a sorrowful expression made you want to wrap him in your arms and tell him everything would be okay.

But it wouldn’t be.

“I promise to spend more time with you. I wasn’t seeing anyone—I swear! Please, Yn, I tried to give you the space you asked for, but I- I need you,” he said, his voice slowing and speeding up at random times. Shaking your head, you looked at your closed window in your room. The curtains were slightly pulled back to reveal the cotton candy sky. The juxtaposition of the colorful sky and your gloomy room was humorous to you.

“Promises are meant to be kept,” you countered. “You promised before you would stop running off randomly, or ditching me in the middle of dates—hell, you promised to even show up on our dates. You didn’t keep those promises, Jungkook, so what makes you think I’ll believe this one?” You huffed, your low voice raising with irritation as you continued. You were tired of his lame excuses as to why he had to leave abruptly or why he couldn’t make it to your dates when it was supposed to start 30 minutes ago. Jungkook never seemed like the type to cheat, so the thought never crossed your mind until the end. You tried to reason and believe his poor excuses, but nothing seemed acceptable after deep contemplation. It didn’t help that he couldn’t give you a reasonable explanation as to why he was lying to you about his whereabouts whenever you confronted him. He knew you knew he was lying, yet he continued to do it. Straight to your face. You spent three months playing this ridiculous game. You were just so desperate for everything to get better. Two years with the same person, seeing them every day, was difficult to let go. It was obvious that you loved Jungkook. At one point, you thought he loved you, too.

“I know, I know, but I truly promise this time. I’ll be there for you more. I’ll be here,” he pleaded. His voice was grave and sincere. You pulled on your bottom lip with your lower teeth. God, you wanted to believe him. You wanted to go back to normal. The last months, especially the last week, have been nothing but misery. Deciding to leave Jungkook had to be the most difficult decision in your life so far. You debated it so many times in your head. All the pros and all the cons. Your eyes wandered his face, being reminded of how soft his skin was when you held his face in your hands when you used to kiss. How his hair easily slipped through your fingers when you played with it while he laid in your lap.

“Give me one more chance, Yn,” Jungkook said and slowly stood from the chair. Your room wasn’t that big, so it only took him two paces to come to stand before you. He knelt down on your floor, hesitantly taking your hands in his as he stared up at you. His big doe eyes were glued to yours; his soft lips begging to be kissed.

“O-okay,” you sighed. It wasn’t even a second later that his eyes lit up at your reply. Although he wanted you to agree, he wasn’t expecting you to. He quickly leaned in to give you a kiss but was interrupted by his phone going off. His movement came to a halt, lips grazing yours and eyes widening at the sound. He gave you an apologetic look as he pulled away and read his message.

Your hands suddenly felt cold from his absence.

It was subtle, but you noticed the panic in his brown eyes. Of course. You knew the moment his phone rang that this would happen. You watched as he contemplated his next move, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in thought. You weren’t aware you were holding your breath until he stood to his fullest height.

“I-I’m so-”

A scoff erupted from your throat involuntarily.

“Breaking that promise already, Jeon?” You questioned teasingly, but there was no humor in it. He swallowed harshly, his face contorting in a grimace at your words. Usually, you would feel bad, but the anger forming in your chest overpowered any other emotions coursing through your veins.

“Yn-”

“Forget this whole conversation. Forget about us. I don’t want to see your face right now,” you broke him off as your eyes moved off him. He stepped closer to you. He wanted to ignore his message. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and pull your body to his. But he couldn’t ignore there were people in danger.

“What about tomorrow? We can tal-”

“I don’t want to see your face ever,” you hissed and narrowed your eyes at him. His breath caught in his throat and he found it hard to breathe. Surely, you weren’t serious.

“Get out of my home,” you spat. When he didn’t move you softened your voice, “Please.” It pained you to see his face like this and knowing you caused it. You were hoping he would just leave before he could see the tears fall. Better yet, you hoped he would say fuck it and stay.

“Yn-” he tried again but you had had enough. Your chest felt as if it were burning with rage and sorrow. You quickly stood up and pushed against his torso roughly to show you meant it. Despite using a lot of your strength, he barely budged. However, he took the (not so) hint and left without a word with his eyes cast downward.

Another thing you hated about yourself when it came to Jeon Jungkook was how easily you were ready to crawl back into his web of lies.

It’s not like you didn’t like dressing up. You didn’t do it a lot, but the rare times you did, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You liked feeling pretty—as stupid as that sounds. Perhaps you liked dressing up because Jungkook was never able to take his eyes off you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you were pretty on a daily, but he wanted you to know he appreciated the little extra work you put into your appearance for him.

This time, however, you didn’t feel that same delight. You smoothed down your short, flowy dress in the mirror. You had exactly three minutes until your date was supposed to be here. It had been five weeks since you last spoke to Jungkook. Unfortunately, you couldn’t completely avoid him; he was in some of your classes. Now, five weeks may seem extremely short after a two-year relationship, but your friends told you it was good to get Jungkook off your mind. You felt slightly bad you were using your date as a mental get-a-way, but you hoped he didn’t mind.

“Yn,” you heard your father call out. “Someone’s here for you.” Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your purse and exited your room.

Kim Seokjin was indeed handsome. You had known him longer than you knew Jungkook, but you two never really took your relationship any further other than being high school acquaintances. You offered him a small smile as you saw him standing in your doorway, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He had his hair slicked from his face, exposing his forehead, and a dark suit on. After hearing the take-care-of-her-and-be-home-before-11 speech, you and Seokjin left for the restaurant reservation he made.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?” Seokjin said once the waiter left with your order. Your cheeks reddened and you shyly ducked your chin down. He chuckled at your reaction. While the compliment was nice, you couldn’t ignore the feeling—or lack of—when you received it. It wasn’t the same as when Jun- No. No, we’re not thinking about him tonight.

“This would be your fifth time,” you replied with a soft laugh, your smile not meeting your eyes. “You look very handsome.” It was Seokjin’s turn to turn away briefly as the top of his ears reddened. Cute.

It was a gloomy day in Seoul. The sun was being covered by its rival—clouds taking over the sky. As the night approached, the temperature outside dropped. Jungkook was walking with his hood up and his hands stuffed in his sweats as he moved along the sidewalk. Despite the chilly weather, there were many people walking in and out of the nearby stores. He didn’t know exactly why he rose his head at that exact moment, but he did.

And he faltered in his steps.

The clutch in his chest was undeniably painful. The smile on your lips as you leaned closer to Seokjin was clear in Jungkook’s view. He quickly took in both of your attires and knew what was happening.

A date.

You were on a date with Kim Seokjin. Jungkook didn’t know much about Seokjin besides his father was wealthy and he used to be friends with Namjoon. He still wasn’t exactly sure what happened between the two.

A wave of anger washed over him, but it was soon replaced with grief. Had you really moved on so quickly? Did you not care for him as much as you said? As much as he thought you did?

His gaze roamed your body. He would never not admire the way your hair cascades down your back, the small sparkle in your eyes when you were focused on someone speaking, or how you would cover your mouth when you laughed. Your beauty was a sight for sore eyes for Jungkook. As if he was in a trance, his fingers began to twitch at the loss feeling of your body against him.

His thought was soon interrupted by a loud explosion. Glass was scattered along the sidewalk and debris fell from the sky. The ground underneath shook violently and people quickly began running in every direction. The tingling sensation in the back of his neck tickled and he quickly rolled to the left, avoiding a piece of concrete that fell from the building seconds later. His heart raced with the chaos and he quickly peered into the restaurant. You were covering your head with your arms while Seokjin was quick to move over you. Without a second thought, Jungkook ran to the nearest alley. After triple-checking no one was in sight, he tore off his sweats and hoodie before slipping on his famous red and blue mask.

His right arm extended and released a web string, quickly grabbing on it and swinging himself around the alley and into the collapsing restaurant. He assessed the building quickly and calculated the estimated amount of time he had to save everyone inside. People were already scurrying to exit and the table you were at was empty. Where were you?

He quickly shot out small amounts of webs at the building’s weak points, hoping to adhere to the structure long enough to find you and save everyone inside. He’d worry about the cause of the explosion later.

“Yn!” A male voice shouted over the screams. Jungkook quickly whipped around at Seokjin’s voice. He stood in the sea of terrified customers, eyes trying to find his date. Jungkook could see the distress in his eyes. Jungkook swung himself onto a stable pillar to get a higher viewpoint. It took him longer than he wanted, but he quickly found you being pushed and shoved around by the frantic people trying to exit the building. Before he could move toward you, he slipped as the pillar he once was on began crumping.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jungkook hissed and quickly leaped off, shooting small webs to stabilize the pillar and grabbing the falling debris so it wouldn’t fall on anyone. When his gaze went back to where you once were, you had disappeared. He swung near your last location and widened his eyes at the sight of your curled-up body. You must have gotten pushed down by the crowd.

“I know I’m supposed to be saving these people, but fucking hell. Dumbasses,” Jungkook spoke to himself silently as he quickly leaped down. Shrieks were erupted by the sudden appearance of Spider-Man. People were in too much of a rush to stop and gape at the well-known hero.

Jungkook placed his arms out and forced people to step around you rather than kick or walk over you—literately. He could see people’s shoeprints on your dress and on your exposed thighs. Your skin was red from the abuse. When enough people were getting the hint to move around you, Jungkook quickly knelt down and gathered you in his arms.

You whimpered at the movement. Although you hadn’t been passed out, your body felt weak as if it were going to. You ached all over and you just wanted to be in your bed. You weren’t sure what was happening but you quickly clung to whoever had helped you off the floor. It wasn’t that you didn’t try to get up, but there were too many people rushing to leave. Every time you had gotten on your hands and knees to stand, someone would either trip over you or step on your hands, forcing you back onto the cold tile.

“Hang in there,” a deep voice said next to your ear. If you weren’t so weak you would say it sounded oddly familiar. It was deep like your friend Taehyung’s, but also not quite his. There was an underlying tone that ticked something off in your head. However, you dismissed it by thinking you were kicked in the head too many times.

You used all your strength, which was very little, to wrap your arms around the stranger’s neck. You felt his arm tighten around your waist before you were both hoisted in the air. A small gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. Who was this? You quickly peered at the man’s face and took in the red mask with eye-shaped white areas. You were in Spider-Man’s arms?!

If it weren’t for the fact you were high in the air, you would totally be freaking out right now. You weren’t overly obsessed with the masked hero, but you were curious about who it was saving people around the clock. You were impressed and wouldn’t lie to say you wished to meet him once in your life. Wish granted, however, you had wanted it to do so in a less dangerous scenario.

Spider-Man quickly swung around the collapsing building until you both were met with the chilly Seoul weather. He quickly sat you down far enough from the scene, but close enough for him to retreat back quickly. Your eyes were wide as you tried to catch your breath. You were popping yourself up on your arms but knew that wasn’t going to last long. Your arms trembled at supporting your weight.

“Are you okay, Y- ma’am?” The masked man asked hurriedly. You nodded. He stayed squatted in front of you, examining your face for any signs of further pain. Did he do this to everyone he saved? Just stare at them? He knew you must be hurting but the adrenaline was masking it. He just wanted to make sure you be okay for now.

“Oh thank goodness. Yn!” Seokjin came running from the restaurant and quickly took off his jacket to cover your shoulders. Before you could thank Spider-Man, he was already swinging his way back into the building. You watched silently in awe as he kept the building stable until the remaining people left the restaurant. Although you could hear Seokjin talking to you, his words weren’t registering. You were too focused on the man who saved you. After a quick double-check for any customers who needed help or were passed out, Spider-Man left the stumbling building into the night.

Jungkook sat silently outside your bedroom window. Your curtains were pulled back which allowed him to see you fully. You laid in your bed fast asleep. He heard that you were cleared from the hospital after learning you weren't concussed or badly injured. A few bruises would form but overall you would be okay. He was grateful to be able to simply watch as your chest rose and fell, noting you were alive.

He stared down at his gloved hands and wondered if keeping this a secret was truly the best for you. His mentor, Tony, told him it was safer to not expose his identity to anyone, but the more you drifted away from him, the more he doubted it. While he knew he couldn’t leave his double life (he wanted to be able to help those in need and if he was capable, then he should), he also knew he couldn’t live without you.

His fingers rolled inward until they formed a fist. He didn’t know what to do. He needed to protect you, but he couldn’t lose you. Movement in the corner of his eyes tore him away from his hands. You were stirring in your sleep and soon opening your eyes with a gasp. Thanks to his increased speed and quick reflexes, he flattened himself against your wall and out of your view. However, you had caught sight of the red and blue outside your window.

Steadily, you climbed out of bed, wincing at the soreness in your legs. Your pace was slower as you limped. You unlocked your window and slid it up with weak arms. You peeked your head of your window and looked both ways in hopes to find who you thought may be Spider-Man outside your room. You hadn’t thanked him and wished you had the opportunity to. Though you were only met with a chilly breeze. You sighed as you tucked your head back in, closed and locked your window, and pulled your curtain over it. You stayed with your hands resting against the window sill as a million thoughts raced in your mind. You weren’t able to interact with Spider-Man for long, but something about him kept you thinking back to him. You went back to sleep wishing you could thank him in person soon.

Although your date with Seokjin was a fail, he offered to make it up to you. However, you kindly declined. You enjoyed the short time you two spent together, but you knew it did nothing to ��cure” you of Jungkook. You didn’t want to lead Jin on for your selfish mental escape. It wasn’t fair for him. Though you didn’t tell him all this. You had simply said you didn’t think it was a good idea, but maybe another time. Luckily, he took no offense and told you he was here for you no matter what. You were grateful to have him in your life, even if you two barely spoke to each other until a few days before your date.

You examined your exposed legs in your mirror as you began getting ready for school. Your bruises were almost completely healed but your legs still ached. Wincing, you pulled up your jeans and slipped on your shoes. It was Friday and you planned to hang out at an arcade near the school with some friends. You ignored the memories of the late nights you and Jungkook visited at the same arcade, stealing kisses here and there as you both went around to play any game that interested the both of you.

“Hey, don’t hate me, but Jungkook will be coming with us today,” Jimin, one of your best friends, told you during the last period. You looked at him in disbelief and covered your face with your hands.

“You said you would make sure he wasn’t coming,” you huffed. Jimin frowned at your response and gave you a reassuring back rub.

“I tried, but Tae and Namjoon insisted. We can just hang out together without them?” He offered with a small smile. You could tell he was trying to make it up to you, but it wasn’t working. You hadn’t been close to Jungkook since you kicked him out of your home. Seeing him wasn’t the problem. The problem was you were scared you would succumb to him.

“I-I’ll be fine. Maybe I shouldn’t go,” you said. “That would be the easiest solution.” Jimin quickly shook his head in protest.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you, okay?” He lowered his voice when the teacher eyed you both. You were both supposed to be discussing the latest equations, not your weekend plans. Instead of arguing, you just nodded and glanced at the clock. The arcade trip was becoming less enjoyable by the second.

“That’s cheating!” Namjoon called out to Taehyung who had just plucked a strand of tickets from underneath a game machine. Taehyung smirked as he waved the tickets mockingly in Joon’s face.

“Hey, you didn’t say how to get the tickets. The bet is still on. I’m going to get more tickets than you,” Taehyung replied and quickly ran off to check underneath the rest of the machines. Joon growled under his breath before following Taehyung, trying to find any abandoned tickets on the floor or in a machine.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering to Jungkook in the corner. His back was toward you and he was in a conversation with his best friend, Yoongi. They were too far to hear what they were discussing, but it seemed serious.

“Yn,” Jimin’s soft voice reeled you back to him. “How about we go play that whack-a-mole game? We can pretend it Kook’s face.”

You snorted at his suggestion but followed him to the machine. You offered he go first as you stood next to it. You had to admit, Jimin was good at getting your mind off of things. Soon, you were giggling at his ridiculous, dramatic movements. There was no reason for him to hit those poor moles so roughly while making cute grunting noises. You didn’t even realize the pair of eyes on you as you watched Jimin with a smile on your face.

Jungkook leaned against the wall as he watched you walk to a game machine. Well, it was more like a limp. He tried to hid his frown at that. You had been limping for a few days after the incident. It was to be expected from the harsh bruises that were on your skin, but it still made him wish he could’ve done something sooner to prevent you from any pain.

“I think you should tell her,” Yoongi commented as he noticed the way Jungkook followed your every move. Yoongi was the only person to know Jungkook’s true identity. Although Yoongi was reserved, he was quite the observer. He was quick to call out Jungkook’s secret life. Jungkook was nervous that Yoongi knew, but there was nothing he could do about it. Yoongi could tell when Jungkook was lying to him. Call it a sixth sense for being friends for years. It was useless to keep denying the truth when he knew Yoongi had discovered his secret life. Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he thought about it.

“I don’t know,” he sighed out as he watched you laugh at Jimin’s excessive smacks to the machine moles. “Mr. Stark said it would put her in more danger if I did. I can’t have that happen. I can’t be the cause for that.”

“So you’re willing to just let her go then? You know that’s what’s happening. Every day that goes by, you lose a bit of her,” Yoongi replied. He was never the one to beat around the bush. Jungkook was grateful for that—most of the time. Jungkook sighed in defeat and confusion.

“Mr. Stark is going to kill me,” he mumbled under his breath. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He’s publicly known as Iron Man and he has enemies. He sounds like a hypocrite,” Yoongi replied.

“He’s been doing this longer than me; I’m sure he has points I’m not understanding,” Jungkook tried to reason. While he understood Yoongi, he was nervous to risk Tony’s advice in case it bit him in the ass later. Tony’s I-told-you-so speeches aren’t so fun to listen to.

“All I’m saying is-” A beeping interrupted Yoongi and Jungkook knew exactly what that meant. Yoongi nodded his head, letting Jungkook know he’d cover for his friend. Jungkook quickly glanced at you and to his surprise, you were staring back. He gave you a nervous (yet apologetic) smile before he silently left the room. The small smile that was forming on your lips unwillingly quickly disappeared when you realized he was leaving for an unknown reason again. Things never change apparently.

You tried to ignore what had just happened and go back to whacking moles with Jimin; however, something felt odd. You brushed it off thinking it was just you wondering about Jungkook. Yoongi came to your side a minute later, giving you a small greeting before he watched with amusement at you hitting the moles randomly popping up. You wanted to ask about Jungkook but didn’t want to seem interested in him still. You needed to move on.

“Why are you laughing at me, Yoongi?” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Yoongi shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

“No reason, just thinking about how I could beat both of your scores,” he replied. Jimin and you scoffed.

“Stop talking out of your ass, Min,” Jimin retorted teasingly to which Yoongi chuckled and reached out an arm for the mallet. You handed it to him and stood next to Jimin in anticipation. As soon as Yoongi slammed the hammer down on one of the moles, a loud ringing emitted through the arcade—silencing the entire building eerily. Your heart raced with fear before you saw them.

At least a dozen men dressed in all black stormed through different doors, assault rifles in each of their hands. Before you could register what was happening, Jimin shoved you behind his lean body. Yoongi had pulled out his phone and was typing something rapidly. Shouldn’t he be calling 911 and not texting someone?

“Don’t move,” Jimin whispered to you, head never moving to look at you. He had his eyes glued to the men surrounding the exits. You nodded against his back, hands clutching his shirt tightly. You hopped Taehyung and Joon were somewhere safe.

“... Must still be here… Didn’t…See… Leave,” you heard pieces of what a man said over the sudden shrieks and cries from the other arcade attendees. You glanced at Yoongi who was still typing on his phone, albeit discretely this time. You jumped when one of the men fired shots in the air, piercing through the ceiling. The room quickly grew silent again.

“Now that I have your attention, this can all go easily as long as you all corporate,” the man in the center spoke loudly and scanned the crowd. A couple of men entered the same room with other arcade customers. They must be rounding up all the customers for easy picking. In the crowd, you spotted Taehyung and Namjoon.

“All we want you to do is kneel with your hands behind your head and not move,” the man continued. “Doesn’t that sound simple?” He asked with feigned happiness. You watched as a couple of terrified customers nodded, easily complying with whatever the men wanted.

“Perfect,” the man grinned sinisterly. He motioned with his rifle to his accomplices as he spoke his next words. “Men on this side and women on that side.” Fear struck you again when you realized you would have to be separated from your friends. You instantly clutched harder onto Jimin. You followed Jimin carefully as he slowly moved to the men side, hoping to not be caught. Seven steps in and you both were stopped by one of the men.

“Not to be sexist, but I’m pretty sure that’s a lady behind you,” the man said when he noticed the length of your hair. He began to reach behind Jimin to get to you. However, Jimin was not having that. He quickly grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted, earning a yelp from the man. While Jimin was smaller in comparison, you knew he had skills in multiple aspects of martial arts. Jimin tried to knock the guy off his feet but he was outnumbered. Another man approached and Jimin struggled to fight both of them. Just as you were about to pounce on one of them, one of the men quickly smacked Jimin’s head with the butt of his rifle. You shrieked when Jimin fell to the floor with a grunt. You instantly knelt down to check on your friend but you were lifted up by your arms harshly.

“Do I need to teach you a lesson, too?” The man who hit Jimin grumbled and tossed you to the women’s side. You skidded on your hands and knees with a whimper. If it weren’t for wearing jeans, you were sure you would have had a carpet burn, similar to the ones forming on your palms. You tried to turn back to Jimin but were again pushed back down and shoved by a boot toward the other women. After another shove, you obliged and knelt down in the line, raising your arms behind your neck. You slowly peeked at the other side, inwardly sighing with relief when you noticed Jimin was knelt down, still alive and breathing heavily. You prayed he didn’t get a serious head injury from the asshole.

“Now that that’s over, let’s begin,” the main man spoke again. You weren’t sure what he meant by that and felt your body tense when a few men began approaching the women’s line, paper in hand.

Odd. They weren’t going to the men’s line, but simply standing guard.

You watched in your peripheral as the men lifted each women’s head up, roughly should you add, and lifted the paper to their face. When a man was unsatisfied, they would release the women’s head and move to the next—repeating the process.

They were looking for someone.

Your heart continued to race as they neared you. You tried to think of who they would be looking for in an arcade of all places. You didn’t recognize any of their faces and you don’t recall any gang making appearances in the news. Who were these people?

You tried to suppress your flinch as you felt a hand harshly gather a section of your hair. The man tugged backward, forcing your face to raise to his as he brought the picture next to your face. His eyes slowly widened as he glanced back and forth from your face to the picture in his hand. You wanted to spit in his face at the smirk he gave you.

“Bingo, fella’s,” he announced and pulled you up by your hair. A whimper left your mouth as he did so, hands quickly flying up to his own. All the men turned to you and watched as he raised the picture up again.

“Excellent,” the main leader said with a smile on his face. “Let’s go.”

Panic settled into your chest within seconds and you were quick to try to get out of his grasp. You didn’t want to go with them anywhere. If you were to die, at least you wanted to die where someone could find you. And of course, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You didn’t have much experience in that area, but when adrenaline hit, you were fighting as if you were a pro. Okay, so not really. But you knew men’s weak point was between their legs.

You gripped the man’s wrist tightly, using him as balance as you rose a shoe-covered foot straight to his groin. You dug your nails into his skin at the same time, hoping it would add to the pain and he would let go. Thankfully, it worked and you quickly fell to the floor as the man yelped in pain and released his hold. You heard the sounds of people rebelling but you weren’t able to see who they were.

You dodged another man’s punched and used your momentum to kick the guy in the back of the knee. You needed to get them on your level. Perhaps a gun, too. The man grunted as he fell to one knee. As you were going into your second attack, two men grabbed each of your arms and pulled you up. You kicked at them but to no use. From this angle, you were able to see who had attacked the other men. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung , Joon, and two other strangers had tried to also take down the goons. However, like you, they were outnumbered.

A shot rang out in the midst of the fight and you held your breath to see who was shot. Your heart dropped when you saw Taehyung fall to the ground, clutching his leg as blood began to paint his jeans. Screams roared throughout the entire room out of fear at the gunshot. However, Taehyung’s cry could be heard over them all to you. This fueled your fury. You yanked, kicked, and screamed at them to let you go. Of course, it still didn’t help. Their grip on your arms tightened.

“Next one goes to the head,” one of the men yelled at the rebellious men. They all stopped in their tracks. They knew they were outnumbered and out-armed. Your eyes flew to Taehyung as he laid there, hissing out breaths as he tried to stop the bleeding. You were thankful he was only injured in the leg and hoped someone would come to help before he could bleed out.

“Now, let’s go before the spider comes,” the leader huffed and began to walk away. No, no, no.

“Let me go!” You growled and thrashed in the men’s hold.

“Do you ever just shut up?” One of them gruffed. Before you could reply, a wet cloth was shoved onto your mouth and nose. It wasn’t long before your vision blurred and your body grew weak. The last thing you could feel was your body being slammed inside a vehicle.

“You’re much prettier when you’re quiet,” a voice said with a dark chuckle. Your vision was still hazy as you woke. Your throat felt dry and you knew new bruises were already forming on your body. Your head moved slowly, feeling groggy from the chloroform. You went to wipe the drool from your mouth but only were able to tug your arm a few millimeters.

“Sorry, gorgeous, had to tie you up in case you tried something.” Why did that voice sound familiar?

You blinked several times to try to regain your vision quickly, but it only made you dizzy.

“Wh-” you tried to speak but was quickly stopped when your throat tightened. You felt your head being tipped back as a cool liquid coated your throat. Water. You drank it quickly.

“All better?” The voice asked and you nodded weakly. You hung your head, eyes closed, as you tried to regain some senses. A few minutes ticked by before you felt your body recovering. Your eyes and mind became clearer and you swiftly took in your surroundings.

You were tied to a chair near the back of a room. It was bright. The room was filled with more light than you had thought. The floor was smooth—shiny even. The scent of cleaning supplies and a hint of… hay? filled your nose. You racked your brain to where you could be, but nothing came. Slowly, you lifted your head. There was no one in front of you. Whoever was here had left. You took the chance to scan the room more.

The room was bare except for a few binders on a shelf against the wall and a couch in the middle of the room. The walls were white and the floor a grey tile. You had never seen such a place. It was designed weirdly and seemed to not be used a lot. You glanced down and saw your feet were also tied to the chair’s legs. You then twisted your neck uncomfortably as you peered at your tied hands behind your back. You sighed as you tried to force your legs free with a strong kick. A sudden tsk’ing echoed in the room and your eyes snapped up. You’d recognize that stupidly handsome face anywhere.

“Hey,” he greeted casually and sat on the couch across from you. Your eyes narrowed at your former date.

“You have got to be shitting me,” you growled.

Seokjin gave you a soft smile and shook his head. “That’s no way to greet a friend,” he said to which you rolled your eyes.

“A friend wouldn’t kidnap each other and hold them hostage,” you argued, voice hoarse as you pulled against the restraints for emphasis on the hostage part. His lips were quick to dip downwards.

“I wouldn’t have to if you would just behave,” he sighed. He lifted up a cold glass of water and raised his eyebrows at it. “Thirsty?”

Yes.

“No.”

Seokjin smiled at your stubbornness and stood up. Despite your refusal, he gently poured the liquid down your throat again. You wanted nothing more than to spit it back out into his face, but you knew you needed it so you drank it quickly.

“Why am I here?” You asked when he sat back down again. You watched as he crossed a leg over the other and observed you silently for a moment.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I thought you were beautiful that night,” he commented, ignoring your question. You had no interest in hearing what he had to say, so you repeated your question. He frowned.

“Ever think that the world doesn’t revolve around you, Yn?” He questioned. You quirked an eyebrow up at him. If it didn’t involve me, why was I here? As if he could read your mind, he continued.

“You’re here for… guidance,” he answered. This made you even more confused.

“Guidance? For you? For what?” You scoffed and adjusted your whole body, trying to angle the rope on of the chair’s center pole. Thankfully, the chair had three poles in its design—all with sharp edges. You were never trained to escape from a criminal, but you had seen enough Supernatural episodes. This should work as long as I’m not caught, right? Slowly and as discreetly as you could, you began rubbing the rope you were tied with against the chair’s pole.

“Not for me,” he said with a chuckle. “For Spider-Man.”

You nearly choked at his words. You were sure your eyes were bugged out at this point. “Are you serious?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and nodded. “Of course. Why would I lie?” You could tell by his smirk he meant to be sarcastic. If only he was close enough and your hands weren’t tied. Oh, the things you wanted to do to him. Like strangle him, for one. Spit in his face, for two.

“I’m not connected to Spider-Man,” you laughed dryly.

Seokjin hummed. “I beg to differ. I don’t think you realize the way he looks at you, Yn,” he replied. You were genuinely confused and appalled by his accusations. You didn’t even speak to him when he saved you from the restaurant. He was just doing his job—saving people.

“I met him once, you know. And it was when we went to that restaurant,” you added with a snort. How ironic.

“You’re not very observant,” he tsked and checked his watch as if he was bored and waiting for something or someone. The rope around your wrists didn’t seem to be looser and you were doubting your escape skills. Stupid Supernatural. False hope and whatnot. However, you kept going at it.

“What am I not observing?” You asked. Seokjin smiled at the question. His once handsome smile became vile to you. How could such a pretty face be so dangerous?

“He’s in love with you,” he laughed as if he were stating the obvious. “He has and probably will always be.”

Could he be more cryptic? You tiled your head in further confusion. “You’re still talking about Spider-Man, right? Did you not hear when I said I only met him once? He doesn’t know me.”

“No, I’m talking about Ronald McDonald,” he scoffed, making you tighten your hands in a fist. Smartass.

“What do you want with Spider-Man?” You asked then added, “Were you the cause of the explosion at the restaurant?”

He ignored your first question but hummed in reply to your second, smiling. “I’ve been told my acting skills are spectacular.” He fumbled with something inside his pocket, but you couldn’t see what it was. “I had to make sure you were his weakness. He’ll come for you.”

You stared at him as you tried to make sense of anything he was saying. This was ridiculous. Spider-Man saved anyone and everyone. You were nothing special to him. Why would you be his weakness? He’ll come simply because someone was in danger, not because it was you who was in danger.

“Are you jealous Spider-Man is in love with me?” You teased, giving him a false pout. Seokjin narrowed his eyes at you and removed the object from his pockets as he stalked over. You stilled your movements as you looked up at him.

“Like I said,” he said lower than before, which sent chills down your spine. He took the rope that was in his pockets and forced it between your lips, tying it around your head. “You’re prettier when you’re quiet.”

You weren’t sure how long it had been since Seokjin left. You eagerly tried to force the wrist rope to break, but for some reason, you weren’t getting it. You also tried to remove the rope in your mouth. You probably had made the world’s record for most double chins in the process, but you didn’t care. At this point, you thought about chewing your way through it.

Just as you were about to begin nibbling, a loud crash shook the building you were in. Your movements were more frantic this time—trying to break the rope around your wrists. You could slowly feel it break.

You weren’t sure what was going on, but nothing good ever came from sudden loud noises. You could hear the sounds of grunting, fists hitting skin, and gunshots near you. You heard someone skid across the floor before a thud sounded. It was closer, which had you go hyper-speed on trying to tear the rope. Your movement was stopped when red and blue flashed in front of your eyes. The masked man was roughly thrown against the shelf, knocking over the furniture along with the binders. Some of them fell to where they opened up to random pages, but you couldn’t make out the content. You didn’t have enough time to really try either because the masked fellow was quick on his feet and shooting webs toward his attacker. Seokjin emerged from around the corner, rifle in hand as he took calculated shots at Spider-Man. Spider-Man, however, was quick to doge them—twisting and jumping into the air.

“Now, now, is this any way to greet a guest?” The masked man asked, rather teasingly despite the drastic situation. His voice sounded much different this time. It wasn’t as deep as you remember it to be. Did you remember incorrectly or did he change it somehow?

“You’re such a fucking pest,” Seokjin growled as he switched weapons. It was similar to a boomerang, but its edges were sharp like knives. You watched as the two men continued to battle the other, not even acknowledging your existence. However, you took this opportunity to continue your work with the rope. Almost there.

“Argh,” you hissed when something sharp cut across your shoulder then your opposing cheek. That bastard and his knife-erang. At the unexpected noise, Spider-Man whirled to look in your direction. His white-clad eyes grew when he realized you were here. You were alive.

“Love really does make you weak,” Seokjin chuckled as he took the opportunity to attack. Jungkook groaned and stumbled back when the knife-like object cut across his chest. It tore through the suit and left a line of red on his skin. A little cut? He’s had worse. Though, before he could fight back, he suddenly collapsed to his knees as a sharp pain shot through his body. His body twitched with the pain. He reached for the two fangs that were injected into him and sending electrifying shocks. He gasped for breath after he successfully removed them. He could feel his body already beginning to heal. He jumped to his feet, arm extended to fire a web but stopped when he saw where Seokjin was.

He pressed the edge of his rifle to the back of your head, a snarl on his lips. “See, gorgeous? I told you he’d come for you. You would guide him here,” Seokjin said behind you, giving your head a small nudge with his rifle.

Jungkook stood frozen at the scene. He was struck with disbelief, anger, and worry. You seemed to be okay, other than the more bruises and two cuts to your body. They didn’t seem deep, which was good.

“You got me,” Spider-Man announced cautiously. “Let her go.”

“Ahhh, there’s the line!” Seokjin said with mock excitement. “Don’t you just love it when they say that line? Let her go,” he mimicked dramatically. Jungkook moved to shoot a web, but Seokjin caught the small move and tsked, shoving your head rougher. While his focus was on Spider-Man, you continued your wrist movements.

“That’s not nice of you, Spider-Man,” Seokjin said before he ripped off the rope from your mouth. “Now, tell our guest to sit, gorgeous.” When you didn’t do as he said, he sliced your arm with his boomerang. He was growing impatient.

“Sit,” you hissed as soon as he cut you, feeling the blood slowly trickle from its wound. This one was deeper. The masked figure was quick to obey, which only made Seokjin chuckle.

“Now before things go any further, how about some counseling?” Jin asked and you rolled your eyes. Seokjin didn’t notice since he was only focused on the man on the couch.

“Really?” You scoffed. You weren’t expecting him to add another cut to your body at your reply. You realized he was being rougher on you now than before. Was it because Spider-Man was here? Was he trying to show his macho-man side? Or was he just showing his true self and the side you saw before was fake? It didn’t matter. He was still an asshole.

“Do I need to shut you up again?” Seokjin questioned. He was pleased when you didn’t answer. “Good. Now, tell him to take off his mask.”

You hesitated. Sure, you were eager to find out who was under the mask, but this was definitely an invasion of privacy. If this so-called Spider-Man wanted his true identity to be revealed to the world, he would’ve done so already. You heard Seokjin shuffle and you spoke quickly before he could do any more harm to you.

“Take off your mask.”

Jungkook kept his composure better than if you were to ask him this in any other scenario. It was awfully ironic, he thought, that although he kept his identity a secret from you, someone still found a way to torture you to get him to show up. He didn’t want to see you hurt again so he steadily brought his hand up, gathering the bottom of the mask to pull it up. You watched silently as his skin was slowly revealed. The man’s skin seemed to be like honey. Just as the mask was about to reveal his lips, the rope around your wrists broke free.

Without hesitation, you quickly reached back and pushed the rifle upward and away from pointing at your head. However, as you did so, you caught the tiniest glimpse of what may have been a mole under the masked man’s bottom lip before he quickly shoved the mask down again. You didn’t know anyone with a mole in that location except for…

“You bitch,” Seokjin roared and fired a shot, sending a bullet to the ceiling above you. Spider-Man was quick to react, shooting a web at the rifle and yanking it out of both yours and Seokjin’s hands. Spider-Man quickly unloaded the gun and fired a web toward the boomerang that was nearing your neck. With a rough tug, the weapon was freed from Jin’s grip. You hurriedly untied your ankles from the wooden chair. As you were about to run, Seokjin gripped you by your hair and yanked you back against him.

His arm snaked around your neck in a chokehold. Quickly, you lowered your chin to block him from crushing your windpipe. Seokjin was definitely bigger than you, but that didn’t mean you were defenseless. You lowered yourself in a squat-like position and with all your might, threw your body forward. Seokjin was unexpectedly pulled from his stance on the floor and heaved over you. However, he weighed more than you, and instead of going directly in front of you, he tipped over, causing you both to stumble to the floor. You landed with a thud and Seokjin groaning under you. You didn’t realize you nailed him in the balls on the way down, but hey, you’ll take the win.

You scrambled from his grasp quickly, kicking him in the groin again for good measures. Spider-Man gently moved you aside and shot down webs to trap him to the floor. While he was ensuring Seokjin was down, you moved to look at the opened binders. Although it could be nothing, something about them intrigued you.

“Is this the time you claim you would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for these meddling kids?” Spider-Man teased the webbed-up Jin. You weren’t paying attention to their interaction as you picked up one of the open binders slowly. You flipped it over so it was up-right and slowly flipped through its pages. There were pictures of your face from different moments of your life for the past few weeks. They were stalking you. You flipped more and nearly dropped the book. There, staring downward with his doe-like eyes in an alley was Jungkook. It was dark, but unmistakably Jungkook. His hair was wet against his head, lips pursed together to reveal the mole underneath his bottom lip. You peered closer and located the mole on his right cheek. Definitely Jungkook. Though it wasn’t just any Jungkook. No, this one had the famous red and blue suit on. You glanced up at Spider-Man, who was still teasing Seokjin. You finally took in the masked figure body portions. He was built similar to Jungkook’s and that voice… The mole… The honey skin…

You quickly slid the photo out of the binder, tucking it into your pocket, and closed the binder on the floor. The police suddenly swarmed the room, guns pointing around the room to which you put your hands up. They ignored you and automatically went to Seokjin.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” A sudden voice whispered in your ear, causing you to jump. Although you couldn’t see his smile, you bet there was a bunny-esque one hiding beneath the mask.

While swinging through the air looks cool, it was not.

You nearly threw up three times, making Spider-Man stop for rest each time so you didn’t hurl on innocent Seoul residents below. Heights didn’t terrify you, but they also weren’t your best friend, either. You guessed the height combined with everything that happened, made you sick. He had lowered himself so he wasn’t so high up, but it didn’t do much to ease your stomach.

He left you at the hospital at his demands. While you felt overall okay, he still insisted you get checked on. After arguing for a few minutes, you caved. You realized that Taehyung may be at this hospital, too, and you needed to check on him.

Luckily, your intuitions were right.

“You know how much I love you, right?” You spoke honestly as you stared down at your dark-haired friend. He smiled at you and held your hand tightly.

“I love you, too,” Taehyung replied. You smiled brightly at him, pecking his cheek affectionately. You learned the goons had left after they took you hostage. Yoongi had already called the police, but they took longer since they were at another crime scene at the time. This city truly needed more officers. Fortunately, the gunshot went through cleanly. He should return back to normal without any hiccups. That is, as long as he allows his wound to heal properly.

After hearing your rival, Jimin, Joon, and Yoongi came to stop by the hospital. It turns out Jimin was fine, besides his ego. You assured him that he could’ve taken all them out if they didn’t have guns. He didn’t completely agree, but it did ease him slightly. Although you were eager to get home, you were forced to stay in the hospital for at least a day in case you had any hidden injuries. Your parents came to visit you, terrified at the news, but forever grateful that you were still alive.

You stared down at the photo in your hands as you sat on your bed. Jungkook. Spider-Man. Jungkook. As Spider-Man. Spider-Kook? Kook-Spider? Kook-Man? Jung-Man? You rolled your eyes at your thoughts.

It all made sense, though—the excuses, the abrupt absences, the lying. He would always leave to save someone. You laughed lamely and frowned. You never really thought how he might feel in all this. It couldn’t have been easy. At the thought, your heart tightened and you suddenly missed him more than usual. You didn’t want to reveal that you knew his hidden identity unless you felt like he wanted to; however, if you didn’t he would still lie to you. You wanted him to feel comfortable opening up to you. He trusted me, didn’t he?

Although you would no longer be upset at his excuses or absences, you wondered how this affected Jungkook. He rarely ever lied prior to becoming Spider-Man, so you truly wondered how he was coping. Sighing, you cursed to yourself. You should’ve thought of his feelings more.

Jungkook sat on the rooftop of his apartment building, feet dangling off the edge. The cool breeze seeped through the holes in his black, ripped jeans. It was a comfortable chill that he welcomed.

“Did you really have to tease the guy for five minutes straight, though?” Tony questioned as he stood next to the younger one.

“What else was I supposed to do for five minutes? He deserved it,” Jungkook mumbled. Tony laughed and gave the kid a pat on the head.

“I’m glad you’re safe—both of you,” he said, referring to you. Jungkook peered up at his mentor.

“Yeah?” He questioned. He was nervous he had disappointed Tony and wanted to hear some comforting words from his mentor. Tony’s lips formed his signature smile.

“Yeah. You did good, kid,” he teased to which Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully. Silence loomed over them. Jungkook messed with the frayed fabric of his jeans as he thought of a question.

“What would you do if I told Yn the truth?” Jungkook asked quietly. He heard Tony let out a sigh. He didn’t reply for a minute, which made Jungkook turn in worry.

“You know I’m against you doing that,” he said and Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but Tony held up a finger. “But, I understand why you feel like you need to.”

“Really? You wouldn’t like, kill me, right?” Jungkook questioned nervously.

“Why would I kill you?” Tony scoffed.

“No reason,” Jungkook replied.

“Just remember—the more people that know, the more danger you put on them and yourself,” Tony warned. Jungkook nodded, eager to visit you. He needed to get this off his chest. He needed you to know so you could trust him again. Although you may want him as your boyfriend, Jungkook needed you in his life in some way.

“Got it, boss,” Jungkook replied quickly. “I’ll talk to you later,” he said then quickly jumped off the side of the building. Tony couldn’t stop the playfully eye-roll when he heard a loud shout of excitement from the swinging man in the distance.

You weren’t surprised to find Jungkook at your window rather than your door.

“How are you feeling? I- I heard you were in a pretty dangerous situation,” he said, trying to act nonchalant after sliding into your room. You hid your smile at his poor acting.

“Yeah, I’m doing fine. How are things with you?” You questioned, interested in his excuse this time. However, it was out of entertainment than spite.

“Just busy with school work, you know?” He said and slowly took a seat in your chair when you motioned him to sit. His face was slightly flushed and his hair tousled. It seemed like he had just come from running a mile, but you knew better. He probably swung here. You wanted to run your hands through his dark locks.

“I met that spedicey dude,” you changed subjects. You noticed the way he grimaced at the name.

“I think it’s Spider-Man, actually,” he corrected cautiously. You hummed in reply, trying to suppress your laugh. He was adorable with those big eyes of his. You really missed him.

“Well, he was alright,” you shrugged. He stared at you closely as you spoke.

“Just alright?” He questioned. You nodded.

“He helped a little, but in the end, it was me who caught the guy,” you said dramatically. You should feel bad for teasing him, but you couldn’t help it. His face was hands down one of the cutest on planet Earth.

“T-that’s good,” he stammered then quickly continued as if ripping off a band-aid. “I actually need to tell you something… About Spider-Man.” You perked up at his. You figured you would eventually call him out in the future when he never did it himself. You weren’t expecting him to reveal his second life so suddenly. Especially not willingly.

“I’m-”

“Spider-Man”

“Spider-Kook”

You both spoke in unison.

“Yes, wait no, wait what?” Jungkook stuttered, eyes growing wider and eyebrows raised to the sky. His lips were parted slightly as he stared at you, completely perplexed.

You giggled at his expression. “Did you not like the name?” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief.

“You knew?” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in your chair. You gave him a sheepish smile.

“Are you mad?” You questioned and fidgeted with the blanket under you. You didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t expect him to be so… grumpy?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned back. His gaze grew intense as he never left your face.

“I figured you would like to tell me yourself,” you answered with a small shrug. He stayed silent for a while before rising to his feet. You looked up when you heard him move in front of you. Two steps as usual.

“I’m not mad,” he assured and he slowly lowered himself so he wasn’t towering over you. “I’m just stunned. I- I didn’t think you knew. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?”

“A little,” you replied honestly. It would explain a lot of what went wrong in your relationship. “But I understand why you did it.”

“You do?” He asked skeptically. You nodded and gave him a smile to assure him.

“I found out from this,” you added and pulled out the photo from your nightstand. “It was in one of the binders.”

He took the picture from your hand and examined it quickly. You watched his face silently and quickly was flooded with guilt.

“Thank you, by the way, for saving me from that restaurant. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough,” you began and Jungkook snapped his eyes to yours, puzzled. “I’m sorry I never considered what you were going through.”

“Jagiya, baby,” he spoke softly and took your hands in his large ones. He understood what you were beginning to say. You stared down at his bruised knuckles. You missed when he called you those names. “I would’ve felt the same if the roles were reversed. I should’ve been honest sooner, but I was trying to protect you. I was told that knowing my identity is dangerous, but it turns out not knowing is dangerous, too.”

You watched as the dark-haired man gave you a small, sad smile. Your eyes fell on the exposed mole and you reached out to touch it. He chuckled softly at your action but didn’t stop you. “You could be in even more danger now,” he added. You nodded in understanding.

“I know,” you acknowledged. “But I can’t lose you again. It’s worth it to be with you.” It was his turn to nod at your words. Your hand brushed some of his hair from his eyes so you could see them properly. After a few silent moments, Jungkook slowly leaned over you, trapping your body between his strong arms.

“So,” he started. His voice was low, eyes darkening with lust as he continued to ascend your bed. You followed his movements and moved so you both were in the middle rather than the edge. Your body was heating at the sudden change in atmosphere. You gently placed your hands against his taut chest as he lowered his body more until you were fully laid down, one of his knees wedged between your legs. A corner of his lips quirked up in a teasing smirk.

“You kept a picture of me inside your bedside table?”

A/N: Ta-da! I just want to say one thing... KIM SEOKJIN I LOVE YOU MY BBY I’M SORRY IT WAS JUST FOR THE PLOT YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL, PURE, INNOCENT MAN WHO I LOVE AND I KNOW YOU WOULD NEVER BE THIS CRUEL. YOU ARE NOT EVIL <3333 I LOVE YOU JINNIE!

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Marvel Masterlist

*Agent Phil Coulson*

Best of the Best ~ ☁️Coulson becoming like a father to you and being extremely protective of you.

HYDRA VS. SHIELD Battle #??? ~ 📬☁️hiya! could i request something (headcannon, one shot whatever you feel like writing really) with coulson? sth about the reader being captured by hydre even though she knew nothing about it or shield or anything (maybe shes from europe? and not involved with this just a regular student or sth) and getting saved by the agents and being real sassy and stuff and coulson somehow finding it cute hope thats not too specific! love you!

Late Start, Great Discussion ~ 📬☁️im having a bad day and i was wondering if you could write something about coulson helping? im not feeling good in my body (i gained a lot of weight bc of my antidepressants). hope this isnt too annoying

*Bucky Barnes*

15 Minutes ~ ☁️A morning at the Avengers Compound.

BOOM. ~ ☔️Because of your powers, you keep to yourself around the team. Can one of the Avengers get you to open up?

But He’s Married ~ 📚You meet a guy at a party. *Warning! Spoiler!* Abusive relationship.

Company for the Lonely ~ ☁️You’re house sitting for your aunt when you start to feel a little lonely.

Completely ~ ☁️Bucky always doing whatever to protect you.

His Past ~ ☔️You watch a movie with Bucky, but you can tell that he's holding something back from you.

*Doctor Strange*

Same ~ 📚Doctor Strange x Reader x BBC!Sherlock Holmes. This is an ongoing story. Two more chapters to be posted. Through the many dimensions Dr. Strange showed you, you meant Sherlock Holmes. Over time you grew very close to the two men. Because of your powers, you get tired very easily, and have to go into frequent comas. Both men come to check on you during one of your stays in a hospital.

*Loki*

A Story From The Avengers’ Tower ~ ☁️I decided to write a fic based on the era of Tumblr right after the first Avengers movie came out. If you’re familiar with Avengers fics during that time, you’ll hopefully recognize some similarities to them. Feel free to comment as many as you catch. Enjoy.

The Onslaught of the Sister ~ 📬☁️Loki s/o is very innocent and shy and almost defenseless. She's also very dainty. Also she has a older sister who's very protective over her.

You Finally Tell Loki ~ 📬☔️Loki and s/o have just started dating, or have for a while now. She thought it was about time to tell him about her bad childhood and to show him her thigh s-h scars. She's really worried it will ruin the relationship. Ends up with hugs after

*Matthew Murdock/Daredevil*

Beautiful ~ ☔️A story about your relationship with Matt and what happens when you are taken from him.

Peace ~ ☁️Matt comes home one night. You're there to greet him.

*Miguel O’Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)*

His Home ~ 🔥Miguel has some morning sex with you before he must go back home.

*Peter Quill/Star Lord*

The Worst Chris/The Best Peter ~ ☁️This is sorta my response, sorta just a message to myself about the whole Chris Pratt situation. In this, you and Quill talk about everything I know about the situation, and he reacts accordingly. Let me know if I leave anything out or get anything wrong. I probably just didn’t know.

*Tony Stark/Iron Man*

Designated Crying Space ~ ☔️The only way you’re able to keep things together on the daily is to sneak into the lab by yourself every once in a while to cry your eyes out without anybody knowing. Somebody knows.

Fuck The Odds ~ ☔️Tony broke up with you. Why did he break into your apartment in the middle of the night?

*Young!Charles Xavier (X-Men)*

Goat Legs ~ ☔️You have the power to see other universes. Sadly, that power controls you.

#marvel masterlist #mcu masterlist

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Crash Landing On You // Chapter 2

Summary: Technically, though, you did sign up for this - this, being one of the protectors of this city and its people. Getting shot is nothing but your usual workplace hazard. But getting shot at with a fucking rocket launcher to the head by one of Kingpin’s henchmen was new.

It was fucking overkill.

What the fuck.

OR: You’re a fledgling heroine who landed in a strange place after almost dying. Doesn’t get less strange from there, to be honest.

Set vaguely in the Raimi movie-verse but will have mentions of other characters that weren’t present in those movies. Or even the same franchise. || Doc Ock x (f)Reader || Also on AO3

[Chapter 1] Chapter 2:

The sound of running water drowns most of the whine that escaped you as you tilted your head to the side to get a better look - which you regret immediately.

“Ugh, gross… this is… ugh, what the fuck,”

Despite the who knows how long worth of grime and water stains on the mirror, the extent of the damage on your face glares angrily back at you. The raw, gnarled skin looks like it should hurt more than the throbbing behind your eyes, but you’re grateful for whatever it is that dulls the pain for you, because holy shit, just the sight of it looks agonizing enough. Nothing a good night’s (or day, whatever. You’re on a shifting schedule.) sleep couldn’t fix, but still. You stomp down the urge to poke and prod and inspect the ruined skin on your face; no need to make it worse and give yourself an infection. With your other hand, you willed your mask to appear again. For a moment, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears as nothing happened for a second, and then five, and then thirty - your stomach sinks with worry and fear because what if the damage it took was strong enough to shatter it completely - but then you felt the air shift around you before could see the purple swirl in the middle of your palm and then - The sight makes you wanna cry.

In your hand is your broken mask with rough, jagged edges on where it deflected the hit. You run your thumb across the cold porcelain, and the silence caused by the absence of the warm, heart-like thrumming it usually exudes is deafening. It’s a white mask, plain save for the eyeholes. Now it’s a quarter of a plain, white mask. With a heavy sigh, you pull your fingers closed, and your mask - sadder and colder and silent - dissolves into nothingness once more. Maybe you could ask the Metalero to have it repurposed as a half-mask, just to salvage it? If he agrees, you may need to reinvent your outfit - maybe use a black hoodie this time and pair it with some joggers? Sure you’d look a little less than your brothers and more like a ninja, but… ninja are still cool, aren’t they? You grit your teeth in anger and shame. While it’s impossible to remember how many nights you’ve come limping or crawling home, this was the closest scrape you’ve had with death. With the type of person that you were going after, an attack like that shouldn’t have been a surprise. Not when your very blood sings at the prospect of a fight. This can’t happen again, you tell yourself. You can’t afford to be this careless! You were a second away from having your head completely blown off, and you’re not sure even you can survive that, insane healing factor or not. You look around the surprisingly neat bathroom Doctor fucking Octopus lets you use to distract yourself, finding a bar of soap that looks like it hasn’t been used much, and you start lathering your hands under the running water. You bent down, lowering the good side of your face closer to the sink so you could wash the dust off. You weren't being vain, you’d just rather not get acne from all the dirt. Your junior year of high school is hell enough, thank you very much. The cold water is a welcome relief from the events of this night, and that’s -

Doctor Octopus. Freeze frame. Record scratch. He’s alive -

It was almost two years ago, and you’ve been Skytoucher for less than two weeks, picking up on Spider-Man’s slack, when you first met Doc Ock. Honestly, you were kinda disappointed when you saw him and he’s a lot more mecha than marine animal-themed. When you told him that, however, he responded by throwing you out of the 50th floor, which didn’t do shit because you weren’t called Skytoucher for nothing. Doctor Octopus is alive -

The last time you saw Doc Ock, you and Spider-Man were taking turns in pummeling his face. Which, contrary to how it sounds like, is an even fight because he has four metal arms on his back, and he sure was giving it as well as he was getting it. When his reactor thingy overloaded, the minuscule sun almost blinded you, and you found yourself completely drawn to it. There was no denying how brilliant Doc Ock's mind is, despite the madness that seemed to plague him. It wasn't until Spider-Man practically thrust the hostage - a pretty girl named MJ - into your arms that you looked away from the reactor. He told you to get her as far away from the half-submerged warehouse as fast as possible. He had pulled his mask off, and it was your first time seeing his face. His name was Peter, apparently, and to your surprise, he didn’t look that much older than you. You had to almost tear MJ away from Spider-Man, as she refused to leave him alone after finding out (confirming, is what she said afterward) who he is underneath the mask. You left her by the docks just as when the police were getting out of their patrol cars. “I’ll find him,” You promised, draping your suit jacket around her shoulders. “I’ll bring Peter back to you, okay?”

How is Doctor Octopus alive - An officer stopped you just before you took into the air, asking for your statement. You couldn’t believe that you still had to repeat several times that neither you nor Spider-Man was working with Doc Ock, that you were actually trying to save the city from being erased from the map, and as you talked to the cops, you had half a mind to go straight to the Daily Bugle and have a private talk with J. Jonah Jameson, with him dangling over the building he works in. By the time you get back to Spider-Man, he’s sitting on top of the wreckage, exhaustion and grief etched into his face. He looks up when he hears you approach, and you didn’t see the need to ask if he was able to save his teacher. His tear-stained cheeks were enough evidence. Oh, how wrong you were. “I’m sorry about Doctor Octo… uh - Octavius,” You offer, sitting gingerly beside him. “You knew him, right? Like, before the accident?” You originally wanted to say arms to light up the conversation a little, but it didn’t seem right. You weren't that tactless. Peter nods, jaw tense. “He just… he just wanted to help, you know? Try to make living in this world a little better,” “I know,” Was all you could say. “It’s not fair.” It didn't cross your mind to ask Peter whether Octavius really did sink in the depths along with his creation. At that time, all you knew was that the fight took a lot from both of you and Peter was obviously grieving for the man he idolized. Both of you stared into the river, making small talk until the sun’s rays began peeking over the skyline. You removed your mask and introduced yourself, waving off his protest, saying that you don't have to tell him who you are just because he did so. You tell him that it’s only fair and that you’d want him to know who you are just in case. Peter Parker reminds you of Alexandra Trese; Despite the stark difference in their behavior, they both have the same rock-solid resolve to fulfill their duties. Alexandra carries the weight of being the babaylan-mandirigma, of being the sixth child of the sixth child. But she has your brothers by her side to watch her back and help ease the weight somehow. Peter stood alone, and you listened as he told you why Spider-Man disappeared for a few weeks. You wonder how it would feel, to suddenly feel so lost that you don't even know who you're supposed to be anymore. To be afraid of making the wrong choice. Before parting ways, the two of you end up eating breakfast at this hole-in-the-wall place near his college, and you were met with other college kids looking as half-dead as you felt.

-- You jumped in surprise when someone knocked on the door, calling your name. Well, the only other person in the warehouse. You didn’t realize that you’ve been zoning out for quite some time that your hands turned pruney under the water.

“I-I’ll be out in a sec!” You call back, turning the tap off, muttering a low-leveled glamour spell to make your eyes look normal, before rummaging the cabinets for something clean to wipe your face with.

Glancing back at the mirror, you couldn’t help but let out a small, happy Yes! You look fully human now - face almost done repairing itself, and the sight of a blue-violet patch on the side of your face is a lot better compared to seeing your inner muscles. You were in the middle of wiping your face dry with a clean towel you've found in one of the cabinets when he knocked again. “I know you’re trying to get yourself together, Skygirl, but you might wanna hurry it up a little,” Urgency coats Octavius' voice, his knocks a little more frantic. You roll your eyes (you have a pair of eyelids now! Hooray for skin! Better to roll my eyes with, little red riding hood!), stomping towards the door and pulling it open. “You gotta go that bad, Doc?”

Octavius didn’t look that different from when you saw him, it’s only been a short while, after all. He didn't look the same, though, is the thing, and you're able to see him a little better under the pale fluorescent light. His hair is a little longer, curling at the tips of his ears, and he’s a little less clean-shaven, with the beginnings of a salt-and-pepper beard on his face, which, you think, objectively, of course, looks nice on him. He’s got his glasses on, and you watch his eyebrows peak above their tinted rim. He held up a police scanner with one hand. “A squad is on their way here - oh, your face looks… better.”

“Glad to know the 12-step skincare routine is paying off,” You beam up at him. “So uh, you need the bathroom or something?” “Christ, I almost forgot,” He mutters. “The police are on their way here, thanks to you -" “Woah, hold up there, buddy, okay? This so not my fault. If I can control the trajectory of where I land, I would literally be anywhere but here Doc, no offense.” You interrupt. “That’s not what I’m trying to say,” He says slowly, frustration evident in his voice. “No one knows I’m here. And I was planning on keeping it that way."

“Right,” You drawl. “But I still kinda hear you blaming me, so…” The scanner crackles to life, and you both hear the police relay to other nearby patrol cars about inspecting the area. Octavius’ eyes flash to you, and you can see the fear and anxiety with the way he blinks rapidly, even under the tinted shades of his glasses. An idea comes to your mind. You don’t particularly like it, seeing as you’ll be inviting the “former” villain into your home, but it's the safest place you can think of right now, besides, if Peter didn’t see him as a threat all this time, then… You'll need to speak with your Spider friend too. Get a few things cleared up. “Okay, fine, I know a place. But I don’t know how to take us there without getting attention, it’s not like I can fly you there or we can magically teleport to my - of course!" You snap your fingers as the thought solidifies in your head, the near-manic grin in your face contrasts the confused expression on his. "Ever passed through a dragon’s gate, Doc?" It was his turn to roll his eyes, mouth curving downwards in a deep frown. "Good thing I have this with me all the time," You continue, fishing through the pocket of your pants and pulling out a vial of dragon’s blood. Octavius eyes you curiously. "I presume we'll be, as you said, teleporting with the help of whatever's in that ?" The sigh you gave him in response is unnecessarily dramatic, even by your standards. You're trying to help him, dammit. "Eh, not exactly, Doc. What I'm saying is, we’ll be granted a safe passage through a portal with the help of what's in this vial." "And what exactly is that?" "Pure dragon's blood." "No!" He snaps, nostrils flaring Which, honestly, is a little too much of a reaction. "I'm not sure if you're here to mess with me, Skygirl, but I've stuck to the terms Parker and I agreed upon." His voice took a low, dangerous turn, reminding you of just who he is and what he's capable of. You took a step back, as his tentacles started circling the man they're attached to. The lower right tentacle snaps at you. You resist the urge to snap right back.

"And your meddling, dear girl, isn't part of those terms." Meddling? You scoff. Who uses that word aside from Scooby-Doo villains? "Okay, listen here, Doctor Octopus. I am trying to get you out of here. I mean, I don't have to. I can just go. Right now. But I'm not gonna do that. Thing is, I can't just fly you out of here for obvious reasons -" You gesture to him. "I mean, I can wing it if it's just you. But each tentacle is what, a hundred pounds or so each? " You scoff. "Unless you can run fast enough before the cops can shower you with lead." "I'd like to see them try." Dammit. "Look, no one has to - no one has to get hurt. Going through the dragon gate is your best option. And the only way to survive the trip to the dragon gate is by taking some of this," You give the vial a little shake for emphasis.

"My… situation with the actuators, while mostly stable, is not perfect. I am in control, but I'm not sure how opiates will affect them.” Or me, went unsaid.

Wait... opiates? That's not - Oh . Your eyes widen in realization. So that's what he was worried about. You're such an idiot. Dragon's blood does sound a lot like euphemism for drugs. Of course, he was worried about losing control.

"It's not... drugs." You tell him earnestly, meeting his eyes, resisting the urge to fidget. "Wait, did you think that I'm some sort of dealer? You know what? That's on me. Sorry. I should have clarified. I mean it literally. Dragon's blood. It tastes like tar, but it doesn't affect your brain like uh, like that. It helps with... how familiar are you with ley lines?" “I’m a scientist -” “I know, I know, but you’ve heard of them at least, right?” Octavius crosses his arms over his chest. You take that as a yes. “Right, okay, so - the dragon’s gate is a portal that makes use of this world’s natural ley lines, allowing for safe passage, yadda yadda, and those ley lines can’t be accessed by beings without dragon blood, so ingesting them is the next best thing,”

"And where did you get this... dragon's blood?" "Dragons," You shrug. "I told you, it's literal. Harder to get them here, though." "I've got no time for this nonsense," He all but growls, turning to walk away from you. "Okay, okay, look I know this all sounds insane but I'll answer whatever question you have later. Right now, we gotta go, Doc." He stops, stepping a little too close to your space. “Where are we going?” “My apartment.” “How reassuring.” “Wow. You got somewhere better to go?” He scowls at you, but you can practically hear the gears turning inside his head. Behind him, his little helpers stir about, like having a discussion amongst themselves In the distance, police sirens grow louder. Octavius sighs, giving you a curt nod. Doctor Octopus - 0. Skytoucher - 1. “Pack your bags Doc. Oh, I'll need all the salt you have, please. And a knife.”

He was silent as you worked, and you could have sworn you could almost hear his tentacles click and chatter as you prayed to cleanse the instruments you’ll be using for the spell. What you did hear, out loud, was the sharp breath he took when you cut your palm, letting your blood mix in with the salt he got for you. You weren’t entirely satisfied with how you drew the sigil on the floor, but it’s good enough to let the two of you pass through the gates in one piece, given the time pressure you’re under. And once you’ve completed the circle, it glows a purplish-red in the relative darkness of Octavius’ warehouse. “Magic requires sacrifice,” You say by way of explanation, glancing at him over your back. “These materials alone wouldn't have worked. Not without an offering."

You bite the cork off of the vial with a pop, offering it to Octavius first.

He takes the vial gingerly, and you watch in fascination as his actuators crowd the tiny bottle, looking like curious puppies instead of the weapons of destruction you know they are. The doctor takes a whiff, and his face crumples in disgust. You had to stifle a giggle because nope, you didn’t just find that slightly adorable. No sir. “How much do I have to drink?”

“Three, four gulps, I think?” “I see,” He didn’t look too happy at the prospect, but he brought it up to his lips nonetheless. You laugh quietly as his mouth puckered in disgust. “Yeah, it’s an acquired taste, but you really need all of that inside you so please don’t spit any of it out." He quickly hands the vial back to you, and you wink at him before taking a gulp of your own. It’s not bad per se, it’s just that you never quite get used to the taste and feel of it burning down your throat - like downing an entire bottle of gin bulag in one go. The sirens are a lot louder now, and you could already hear the police shouting from the outside to surround and secure the area. You smile at him - a little softer, a little more sincere - as you hold out your hand. “When I say jump…” Octavius sets his jaw, but he grasps your hands tightly. “I ask how high.” “Atta boy.” You say, ignoring how small your hand is compared to his, focusing instead on leaping down into the blinding explosion of light, pulling him along behind you. \\ A pair of New York’s finest run inside the suspiciously dark building, guns and flashlights drawn out. The yellowed beam hits a darker spot on the floor. Water damage, from what it looks like. Nothing out of the ordinary. But the officer with the name Harris on his badge catches something a bit odd in his peripheral - he stares curiously at the purple embers as it floats listlessly into the cold, damp air, before fading out of his sight.

notes

- The Metalero is a character from Trese Vol 4, a reference to another philippine pop culture icon 'Ang Panday' (translates to The Blacksmith) played by the late actor Fernando Poe Jr.

- Also, we all know that Doctor Octavius wasn't Peter's teacher in the Raimi movies, but Skytoucher doesn't know that, lol.

- Alexandra Trese is of course, the titular character of the Trese series. And yes, you read it correctly. Skytoucher's brothers are The Kambal (The Twins). Skytoucher isn't their triplet, though.

- gin bulag (translates to "blind gin") is a reference to a local urban legend: if you drink enough (of this) gin you'll go blind. which i think is less of an urban legend and more side effect of alcohol poisoning.

Once again, I'd like to thank you for reading this self-indulgent mess!

#doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #fic tag: crash landing on you

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