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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 7 months

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I’m SOBBING my two loves 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

han jisung as spider-man! ✭

pairing: spiderman!han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis: how it would be if han jisung was spider-man and had a crush on you.

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, friends to lovers (kinda), headcanons.

warnings: talk about bruises (duh han is spidey), nothing else i think.

word count: 0.9k

a/n: sooo, i wrote this on a hot night when I couldn’t sleep so yep! still i really like it and will die saying han jisung is one of all the spiderman that there are in the multiverse.

so, you cannot tell me that han wouldn’t be spider-man. he’s so peter parker coded. LIKE EVEN THE LOOKS, HE JUST GIVES PETER PARKER VIBES????

anyway, we all know han, he’s an awkward boy.

but as every other version of peter parker, when he steps in the suit, his confidence level SKYROCKETS. he fr becomes chat noir.

he wishes he could have that confidence when he talks to you:(

you’re the cute top student and he’s the friendly neighborhood spider-man. he knows you would make a good couple. HE'S JUST TOO SHY.

but don’t worry the guy in the chair aka lee know is here to the rescue.

he loves to play cupid AND HES A GOD AT IT.

han owes him everything<3

one casual day, on lunch break, lino appears in your table and starts eating with you. no explanations, no hello’s, he just eats with you.

han is DEAD, GONE, HE DOESN'T LIVE IN EARTH ANYMORE

and you might think “oh, but they were just eating together, no conversation was even made”

WELL, it starts with eating together and then every time han goes to talk to lino in class you’re already there.

HE’S SO GONNA KILL LINO

until he presents you both and you smile and put out your hand for him to shake it.

friendship with lino HAS NOT BEEN CANCELED!

and thank god because not even two and a half weeks later he gets so tossed around in a fight. and that’s with lino’s help.

he’s sure he would’ve died if he was alone on that one.

thankfully, all he has is a black eye and some bruises around his face and torso.

you however are not thankful that he ‘only’ has those bruises. THEY’RE NOT NORMAL BRUISES WHAT IS HAN JISUNG ON?

you’re about to cry and han can’t take it and he hugs you and and and hides his face against your neck.

HE FELL FIRST YOU FELL HARDER

no bc you need to fight yourself to not sigh and hug him harder right there and there

he wouldn’t have minded though

now, you aren’t dumb. and yes, your mind was a little fogged when that hug happened but you still didn’t forget the bruises

especially when he goes to your house at 5 am to wake you up just so you would help him cover it up. you give him some glasses and a tap on the shoulder

apparently him and lino saw a youtube video after and bought makeup products to hide them????

they’re still mostly visible lmao

BUT ANYWAY

you’re suspicious because, what was han even doing outside out of school that’d get him a black eye???

(when I say black I mean BLACK)

and as time passes you start to realize how he leaves situations in the weirdest ways possible

and how he constantly limps every other day a week

i mean, you aren’t the top of the class for nothing

after realizing you start to get more interested in the news bc they talk often about spider-man. just bc deep down you know the boy behind the mask is your cute classmate han jisung

lino knows you know almost instantly. he is lee know after all!!!

he winks at you every time han disappears out of nowhere. it’s your own little inside joke now:D

you’re the top of the class but also a reckless teenager falling in love. so one day you follow han when he starts running to the danger

oops

ofc you get hurt bc duh you haven’t been bitten by a spider before.

han wants to kill the criminal and then kill you bc what were you even thinking?

he’d revive you after obviously BUT STILL

when he takes you home (as spider-man) after the fight, you pull him in with you

for someone who just got their ass handed to them you’re stronger than he would have thought

plot armor💪

he knows you, AND, is blinded by anger so he just starts taking care of your bleeding knee

he doesn’t even stop to think that his super smart friend who’s super aware of the danger that comes with strangers wouldn’t let one enter their house, not even a superhero

he only stops to think about it when you keep looking at him like you can see through his mask

(you can:))

he knows

you know

and so, he takes his mask off and sighs

HUGS LOTS OF HUGS

and oh! muffled whispers than you can barely understand bc han has his face buried in your chest

AND HE SAYS “why did you follow me? you could’ve gotten so deeply hurt. i wouldn’t have been able to forget myself if that happened” AND YOU SAY “you’re one to talk mr. spiderman, i go to sleep every day scared i won’t get to see you the next morning at school”

you obviously have feelings for each other and you just, start dating some days after??? don’t get me wrong but this is not riverdale shdhhdh

after what you’ve been through together, your conexion goes deeper than a romantic relationship and even tho you agree than you are in one, it’s not the center of your general relationship and interactions.

and so

you know and he knows that you know and it’s a mutual acknowledgment but you don’t really talk about it

you kiss his head when he comes back to you hurt (YES THATS EVERY DAY)

and he tries to be more careful in his adventures (he doesn’t get black BLACK eyes anymore)

after all, you do make a good couple:D<3

@mochamvgz

#h’sficrecs #skz recs

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 9 months

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My Selene, I love you so much 😭

I hope you’re doing good and taking care of yourself <3333

#fluffyprettykitty #Selene<3

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 10 months

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how about something where peter and reader are having sex but reader gets a bad calf cramp midway. peter tries to help by massaging the leg but he's just laughing really hard. overall v funny and crack. love your work btw!

w: smutty smutty, a little name calling.

Your arms are glued to Peter’s while he thrusts into you, you grip him tightly trying to keep him close. The sheen that covered his body made him both sticky and sweaty.

“Fuck!”

The back of your head rubs against his pillow, his hands push higher on the backside of your knees, you’re fully spread open and he continues to push further, you’ve never felt him so deep.

“Baby, you’re… fuck,” you can’t even compliment him, you’re a million percent cockdrunk at the moment.

You could kiss your left knee with how high Peter had it pushed up, he grunts at the new angle and thrusts deeper. You shoot out a cry of pleasure, his words come out between clenched teeth.

“So good, you’re doing so good for me.”

You whimper and whine along with his praises, you’re so lost your words tumble out.

“Thank you, thank you, you know me so well.”

Your boyfriend grunts but a smile takes over, he slows down and puts a hand on your cheek. Your mind races but his touch grounds you a little, you push your hips into his, trying to get back the momentum.

“Are you thanking me for fucking you?”

You try to clasp your hands around his neck and he narrowly misses, you roll your hips into his taking control.

“You were being so nice, now you’re being mean.”

A sarcastic pout takes over his face, he pushes his body down, anchoring himself into place with an arm by your head, the other hand takes your leg to push it over his hip. In one fluid motion he thrusts into you hard, you lose your breath and gasp against the pillow.

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you hard and deep?”

He keeps going, drilling in and out and your mind spins with pleasure.

“C’mon, baby. Said I was being mean, is this better?”

Your fingernails pierce the skin on his shoulders, your boyfriend's aggressive words made you slicker, you can hear the difference in sounds and know he can feel it on his end.

“Like that? You like when I make you needy? Like you’re a dirty slut who-”

A punch to his chest, panicked words usher from your mouth.

“Out! Get out of me!”

He didn’t mean to take it that far, he thought you liked it, it felt like you liked it. Peter paused, his motions stopped but he didn't move.

Your leg had slipped down on his thigh and you were met with a wicked cramp that you needed to step down on to fix it, the pain and pressure was spreading up your thigh, a true life or death moment. You pushed at his chest to get him to move but he was frozen, you let out a yelp and threw his shoulders away the best you could.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

More aggressive than you meant but, fuck, charley horses were the worst cramps imaginable.

Peter finally snaps into motion and pulls out of you quicker than he normally would’ve, you hiss at the feeling but jump from the bed, he watches you with scared eyes. He shouldn’t have said that, called you a dirty slut, he was just talking in the moment.

The second you’re able to stand you deflate with air, the pulling motion eased. You finally had control of your leg back, it was tender as all hell from being locked up but it was your leg again. Picking it up and pressing your weight back down you felt ready enough to finish what’s been started.

You flop back down to the bed and open back up, “ready.”

Peter doesn’t move, you look down at the foot of the bed. His eyes are focused on yours, he looks scared.

“Are you-”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it was a just in the moment thing and I didn’t mean it.”

You squint your eyes and look at his face, “what?”

Peter’s arms fly out to cup your face, you have squished cheeks and are forced to look in his eyes as he hovers over you.

“I don’t think you’re a slut. Like, at all.”

You bat his hands away, “I didn’t think you did but, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Well, now he has no idea why you threw him off.

“I thought you didn’t like it.”

You sit up with him, “calling me a slut?”

A nod, you retraced the steps and let out an “ohhh,” then shake your head and smile at your boyfriend.

“I had a cramp! I feel like you know how much I liked you saying that.”

Peter’s hand was thrown over his chest, telling his heart it can stop going so fast.

“I thought you did, but then I thought I went too far, thank god.”

You scoff and tilt your leg open more.

“Not far enough, now give my leg a rub down and fuck me like a dirty slut.”

His fingers dig into the plush of your calf, already tenderizing the area, “yes, ma’am.”

#h’sficrecs

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 10 months

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I. Need. My. Peter. Parker.

peters nerdy side>>>> can we get more hot nerdy peter pretty pleaseeeee

nerdy peter makes me feral.

Peter Parker was finally rewarded for all the shit he deals with.

A teen, who was a silent walker in school, but a near lethal hero at night, one that has to deal with more stress and traumas than any other kid at seventeen. Night after night, his spirit being broken down a little more each bad guy he’s put away.

Queens see a hero that keeps the streets clean.

Sometimes, all Peter could see was someone’s dad, or husband, or son he was putting away.

All that bullshit he’s been dealt, the bullshit about power and responsibility, was washed away when he finally got something good, something he really thought he deserved.

He got you, and that’s why he’ll stop at nothing to keep you.

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

Was it dumb to listen to Flash of all people? Maybe.

Does he know more about girls and has a better track record at keeping them? Yes.

But of course, just like how you were the one to approach him, ask him out, kiss him first and ask for him to be your boyfriend, he should’ve trusted you. Could you really blame him though, not totally trusting he can have a purely good thing with no consequences?

He couldn’t, that’s why it shocked him when you made it clear you only wanted him.

You wanted Peter Parker, however he came. Science facts, nerdy hobbies, tirades and all.

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Have you ever built up an idea of who someone was in your head, and when you date the other shoe drops and they’re nothing like you thought?

That was you with Peter Parker.

He was adorably perfect, noticing him when sharing a history class. Peter sat three seats up from you on the left, perfect position for you to watch his habits. The shake in his leg, tapping pencils on his desk, blowing a breath every time someone answered incorrectly, sitting up and leaning over his desk when something catches his attention, chewing his bottom lip while going over notes, poking his tongue out when he takes a test.

Peter Parker was the constant subject on your mind, starting in history and causing you to look for him in other classes, you only shared one more, typing class. He was three rows behind you, there wasn’t a good way to look at him, instead having to rely on his quiet murmurs when the teacher stands behind his computer.

After two weeks of pining you couldn’t stand it, stomping over to his table at lunch you sit down right next to him. His friends paused at your sudden and aggressive entrance.

“Hi. We haven’t really talked but we share typing and history. For two weeks straight I’ve been watching you and I can’t get you out of my head, and I would really, really like to go on a date with you.”

You can see it on his face, how he goes from shock to excitement, then as he looks you over his face falls. He thinks you’re fucking with him, you don’t know how to make him believe it’s real.

“Here,” you pull at your backpack and rip the front pocket open, you pull a sharpie out and with a slight tremble you grab his arm, pushing his sleeve up you uncap the marker with your teeth. Scribbling your number onto his skin, “think about it, let me know.”

Before you lose your steam you scramble to stand and grab your bag, “okay, that’s all. Um,” you nod at his friends, silence deafening as everyone at the table takes in the scenario. “Thank you, and… enjoy lunch?” Cringing, you turn to leave, whispering an ‘oh my god,’ to yourself while pressing a hand to your cheek.

Peter is sure in that moment you were a hundred percent serious and you just mortified yourself, spilling your guts and being met with nothing.

Six steps away he calls out, “yes!”

You pause, then turn, “what?”

“Yes! I’ll go on a date with you.”

Oh, that’s a new feeling. It felt like your heart had wings, your stomach felt like you were on a rollercoaster, flutters everywhere. You couldn’t even try to play it cool, the guy you’ve been crazy about just as interested and curious as you were. A toothy smile overtook your face, eyes lit up.

Taking a few steps closer, you felt giddy.

“Really? You will?”

Peter’s smile matched yours, he laughed through his answer, he can’t believe you actually like him that much. “Yeah.” Biting your bottom lip you pull it together, “cool, text me and we’ll plan something?”

“You got it.”

Nodding you walk off, Peter’s riding on a high like never has. He’s never had such a pretty girl like you like him, want him, notice him. He felt like he’s been rewarded, that he does deserve a good thing.

Flash scoffs when you sit back at your table, immediately talking and watching faces gasp and squeal.

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

The last thing he wants to do, before he even gets you, is send you off. So, he listens and promises to be someone that should be with a girl like you, someone that isn’t really him.

—---------------------

You figured it was first date nerves.

That or just the fact you’ve never been alone with each other, especially under the guise of a date. It wasn’t like he was weird, but he was off. The person you watched in class was goofy, using his body to express himself, confident when speaking because he could back every word up.

This Peter was quiet, guarded and almost… boring.

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, he just had some jitters. Maybe if you kissed him it would settle him, you could prove that you liked him and he had nothing to be nervous about. Trying to look past his awkwardness you took the night as it was, wishing he was making you laugh like he had in class, or wishing he would ramble on in a story like you’ve watched him do with his friends at lunch or at his locker.

It may have been different than you thought but he’d come around after a date or two surly, you’d kiss him and after another few dates he’ll open up and be his true self. It was hope, but you were riding on it.

Peter ended the night by walking you home, conversation slowly dwindling as you approached closer, falling flat when you were in front of the building. Waiting for a moment you looked at his mouth, he made no reaction, you hadn’t expected him to sweep you off your feet but to not offer anything made you feel unsure.

“Can I kiss you?”

It was obvious from the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting anything in the slightest, but he licked his bottom lip and nodded softly, “yeah,” leaning in you wait for a moment, he makes no move, he has to be extremely nervous, no other option. You kissed him, you pressed into him and grabbed his face, his hands gently hovered and you pulled away.

Maybe he just pitied you, just agreed because you put him on the spot.

“Um, you know if you didn’t want-”

“Can we do this again, please?”

And just because he asked, and because it seemed like he realized he acted off and he wanted another chance, and because you really do believe in first date jitters, you say yes.

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The first time you went over to his house his room was oddly clean, empty spaces on his bookshelf and shelves, almost like he’d put things away. Eyeing a bin by his closet you walked closer, “you collect comics?” Hoping you wouldn’t find, but still opening the top and starting to look through the ones on top.

Peter took a deep breath, “as a kid, kinda stupid now, don’t you think?”

You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head, looking back down at the comic in your hand. You thought when you started dating he’d open up more, instead he got more closed off.

Clearing your throat you place the comics back in, in the exact same order and putting the lid back on. “No, I don’t think they’re stupid. I was hoping you had some new ones I could catch up on, but if you think they’re stupid now I guess I’ll have to get ‘em myself.”

If he had known you like comics he would’ve never said that. It’s his fault for leaving them out, he should’ve put them away like everything else that screamed ‘nerd alert’.

“I didn’t mean they’re stupid, just you know… collecting them as an adult… is.. weird?”

The lamest excuse you’ve ever heard, but you keep your patience. It hasn't even been two weeks, he’ll come around. You know it.

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Surprising Peter with a hug he budged against your weight before supporting you, talking to a friend while he wrapped his arms around your back. Picking up on pieces of the conversation you nudge your head up, interested in his words.

The Peter you like, the one that’s animated and rambling, moving his hands across your back as he talks. You place a kiss at the bottom of his neck, “whatcha talking about?” It sounded like a new program that was going to change the future of computer engineering, when you questioned he blew you off. “Nothing important.”

You had tried, you tried to be kind and patient and understanding but he just wasn’t who you wanted. You wanted that person, the person that’s excited about new technology and collected comic books.

Peter closed off when you asked, guarded back up, you wished it could’ve been different. Maybe one day he’d open up more, you didn’t want anything but his true self.

You gave it a month before you had to accept that Peter Parker wasn’t the person you thought he was, today, you had to accept that you were breaking up with Peter Parker. Pulling away you grab his arm, silently telling him to look at you.

“Can I come over later?”

“Yeah, of course. Wanna come with me after school?”

“Sure,” you wondered if he could see through your smile. It doesn’t seem like it, he leans down and gives you a quick kiss, you pull away and back away through the halls.

He has no idea what’s coming.

—------------

Gently pushing Peter’s shoulders down to coax him into sitting on the edge of his bed, you grin politely when he follows instruction. Dragging his desk chair to sit in front of him you pause to think about what you were going to say, clearing your throat you begin.

“So, I like you a lot, and I’ve enjoyed having you as my boyfriend for the past month-”

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he holds his hand up, “enjoyed? Are you breaking up with me?”

You bite your lip and nod solemnly, “I’m sorry, Peter.”

The silence is unsettling, you look away from him, his figures deflated and his mind races.

“Why?”

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out you shrug, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Peter. But, uh, you’re just… not what I thought you’d be like.”

How could you not like him? He’s done everything right. He was the perfect suitor, he acted like the typical non nerd male. The kind of all american guy every girl wanted.

“I don’t… what does that mean?”

You laugh, “I have a type, and you’re not it. I like nerds, like, straight up goofy, funny guys that know something about everything and collect comic books and get excited at new, humanity altering technology. I thought you were that guy, but I guess not.”

Oh my god.

He’s fucked it all up, he was dumb enough to believe you wanted something else.

He can show you he’s a nerd, he’s been one his entire goddamn life, he’s about to nerd olympics the hell out of you.

Peter jumps from his seat so quickly it startles you, his hands come down on the armrests of your chair, the seat tilting backwards as he pushes his weight towards you.

“I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever meet.”

Your seat jostles when he lets go and opens his closet, pulling out a box he sets it on his bed.

“This is everything I put away when we started dating,” he turns with three rubik’s cubes, each one in various sizes. “,these are my rubik’s cubes, I can finish the standard in forty three seconds, the six by six took me about thirty minutes and this baby?” he bounced the biggest one in his hold, “, this is a twenty one by twenty one, it took me about three hours.”

Peter dropped them to the bed and continued, “and this is my national championship trophy for chess club,” he shoves it in your face before he keeps digging, a small picture frames come next, “this is when I won the states most innovative science fair project,” frantic digging, “, this is a figurine of my favorite video game,” two large disc sets next, “lord of the rings and star wars,”

He spins around, flying past your body where he picks up his comic book container, “remember when I was late to our date last week? I was getting these,” three new additions of an old comic you had just started to pick up, “, and currently?” Peter moved to his desk, tapping on his keyboard until his screen woke up, code covered the screen, he pointed between the monitor and a notebook, “I’m learning to read binary code.”

You felt like the grinch because your heart grew the times the size, adoration blossomed, you could feel your chest crack and glow. The Peter you wanted, the person you thought he was from the start, was real and in front of you.

This was who he was, so why was he hiding it?

“Why did you hide that from me? Peter, that’s like, the entire reason I wanted to date you. I liked who you were, then you turned into someone else.”

Peter rested against his desk and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I figured a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want some nerdy guy, it might be cute at first but when I’m stoked about something I read on wikipedia and make it my thing for a day and talk your ear off about it, you’re gonna wish you had a boyfriend that just watches sport clips for fun.”

That’s the point you were trying to make, “that’s what I want! I was literally dumping you because you weren’t that.”

“Well, I am that. So there’s no point in breaking up, right?”

You hum and spin in his chair, “I dunno… you dragged me along for a month, hiding yourself from me, making me question everything. I mean, you have a lot to make up for, parker.”

“C’mere,” you’re not given an option, he reaches forward and pulls the chair towards him and pulls you from the seat, flopping himself down and tugging you into his lap. Your stomach clenches, this was the confident Peter you wanted, it was confidence in himself.

His pointer finger taps on the monitor, “you read binary from right to left, and you separate them into groups of eight. Now the key is knowing that each one and zero mean-”

Your mouth on his, cutting his words off with a kiss, you held his face tightly, never wanting him to separate from you. Caught off guard he froze for a moment, then wrapped his hands around your middle. Pressing into him, separating for air but giving small pecks.

“Baby,” kiss, “, I’m sorry,” kiss, “, I shut,” kiss, “, you out,” kiss, “I didn’t,” kiss, “, know it meant,” kiss, “, so much,” kiss, “, to you,” kiss.

“You’re so much smarter than me,” a chaste kiss, “it’s so hot,” you look into his eyes, he’s flushed out and breathing harshly. “You’re so hot,” another kiss, Peter feels like the room is spinning, he’s never felt so wanted, so needed, the way you can’t stop kissing him, how tight you’re holding him to you, how blown your pupils are, the way you’re gulping him like water.

“I mean if you,” he grunts when you kiss down his neck, biting into his collarbone. “, if you want, I could show you how quick I can solve my rubik’s cube.” Your hands drag up his hair, gripping and tilting his head away, better access to nibble and lick the skin. “Or, recite the first seventy nine numbers of pi.”

Attention caught, “you know the first seventy nine numbers of pi?”

“Mm hmm, I could also tell you” a whimper, “, all the elements. Want me to start rattling them off?”

Kissing the middle of his throat you hum, “I’d rather you take your pants off.”

For the first time in Peter Parker’s life, memorizing the periodic table got him laid.

#h’sficrecs

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