Of Haircuts And Hyunjin

Of Haircuts and Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader (Y/N)

Summary: Hyunjin badly needs a haircut, and you're about to be his new favorite hairdresser.

WC: 1.95k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Suggestive Content. Let me know if I missed anything else.

The rays of the early morning sun shine down as Hyunjin pulls up outside of his favorite salon, District 9. The exterior is a sleek and modern building with an interior design of black and white. You stand behind the cleric counter tapping away at the booking computer's keyboard. You've just opened, so you're the only one here. As he approaches the cleric counter you greet him with a smile and a small bow.

"Welcome to District 9! You must be Hyunjin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your hairdresser today. Do you know what kind of style you're looking for today?"

He confirms and gestures to his hair with a chuckle "I think it's time to cut this a bit shorter.” All through dance practice the previous evening his silky black hair had been falling in his eyes and sticking to the sweat trickling from his temples.

You smile again and laugh "I think I can handle that. Are you interested in any color?"

Hyunjin finds himself caught up in your laugh - it's so warm and sweet and it lights up your face. Your rich brown eyes crinkle at the edges and he notices you have the cutest lips with a perfect cupid's bow.

After a moment he realizes he still hasn't answered your question.

"Color? Hmm..." He ponders. He hadn't been thinking about color but he could be persuaded. "What would you recommend?"

You study him for a moment - taking in the fine planes and angles of his face - before turning and leading him back to the hair wash stations. "I think you'd look very nice with a deep burgundy color."

He follows you a few strides behind and takes in your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top and a free flowing red skater skirt paired with black over the knee boots. He can't help the fleeting thought about how hot you look.

Once you reach your assigned wash sink, you gesture for him to take a seat on the plush leather. He does as instructed and reclines back so his head is over the sink. You turn the water on and adjust the heat until it feels just right.

You have to lean over him slightly to thoroughly wet his hair. He looks up at you through his lashes and is startled to realize that he can just catch a glimpse of your underboob. It's just a small sliver of flesh, but it looks firm and perky, and delicious. His tongue flicks out to lick across his upper lip. He flushes slightly at the trajectory of his thoughts and squeezes his eyes shut hoping you don't notice.

He opens his eyes again as you turn off the water and glances up at you. You give him a smile before turning to pump some shampoo into your hands. As you work the shampoo into a lather you also begin to massage his scalp and it feels heavenly. He closes his eyes again and lets out a small sigh of pleasure as he melts into the seat. 

You smirk at the sigh, you know it feels good - the wash step is everyone's favorite part about a haircut. While his eyes are closed, you study his face closer. His face is absolutely stunning, and you notice a beauty mark just below his left eye. You also notice the remnants of the flush that painted his face as you leaned over him earlier.   He may be your client, but it seems that neither of you are immune to the other's charms. And that, that makes you want to make him feel better.

Continuing your massage, you begin lightly scratching your short nails across his scalp. A bolt of pleasure zings down his spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shivers slightly and groans softly. The feeling of your nails at his scalp is transferring directly to his cock. He struggles  to quell his growing arousal. After all, the hair salon isn't the place to pop a full boner. 

Eventually, you remove your hands from his head and Hyunjin almost whines from the loss. You turn the water back on to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out before pumping some conditioner into your hands and applying it. After a few minutes, you rinse out the conditioner and squeeze the water from his hair. You wrap his hair in a towel and then purposefully lean over him again before tapping his shoulder and letting him know he can get up.

He looks up and catches another glimpse of that tantalizing flesh before you straighten up. He subconsciously licks his lip again before moving to get up. He follows you to your hair cutting station. He could just be imagining it but your hips look like they have a little more sway during your steps - your skirt swishing teasingly.

He sits in the barber's chair and you fasten a cape around his neck before adjusting the chair to the proper height. You prepare your comb and clippers with a #4 guard and say "well, shall we get started then?" He nods and you begin running the clippers through his hair. 

He strikes up a small conversation with you while he studies you through the mirror in front of you. He studies the way that top clings to your breasts. The way your skirt flares out from your waist. He asks how long you've been a hairdresser. You reply that you've been doing hair for about 7 years now, that your family doesn't approve, and that this is your first month with District 9. That explains why he's never seen you before, he'd have remembered.

You continue your movements while engaging in his idle chitchat, the words flowing effortlessly. Once his hair is uniformly clipped, you switch to your pair of scissors for the finishing touches. You spin the chair around to work on his hair in the front and Hyunjin promptly finds himself face to face with your perfect breasts. The barber’s chair is set to just the right height - all Hyunjin would need to do is lean forward and his face would nestle straight between your globes. The ones that he was just admiring in the mirror. Instead, he takes in a steadying breath through his nose. Notes of jasmine, amber, and a hint of citrus invade his senses. You smell smell warm, sensual and inviting. Rather than steadying himself, his exhale is even shakier. 

You raise your arms to trim some uneven pieces of hair and your breasts rise with them. Christ. He groans to himself. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra, and if he’s not mistaken, he can see your nipples. Hard tips pressing against the ribbed material of your top. He can’t help but lick his lip again as he imagines what it would be like to take one of those points between his lips - his teeth. 

As you're trimming with your scissors, you leave the ghost of touches along the shell of his ears, and down the back of his neck. Brief and teasing, but innocent enough to be passed off as accidents. The feather light touches heat his skin andsend jolts of pleasure shivering across his body. Between everything - his thoughts, your smell, your touches - he’s rock hard in his jeans. He’s never been more thankful that the cape covers his entire lap. He wonders if you know what you're doing to him. (You do - and you love how responsive he seems to be).

As quickly as you turned him to face you, you spin him back around. You set down your comb and scissors and brush off any stray pieces of hair that remain stuck to his shoulders. You lean down and whisper in his ear “all done.” His brain seems to freeze as he feels your warm breath caressing his ear. Before he realizes it, you’re standing up straight as if nothing happened asking "what do you think? Have you given any more thought to color?"

His brain is still struggling to catch up. Did he just imagine that you whispered in his ear? He clears his throat and studies his reflection in the mirror. He thinks the hair cut is perfect and just what he wanted. He shouldn’t have his hair in his eyes for a least a couple months. After studying himself for a second, his eyes slide to look at your reflection. His hair might be cut, but he’s not quite ready to leave yet. He swallows and replies "the cut is perfect and I think I'd love to get some color."

You grin and excitedly reply "you want to go with the burgundy?"

He nods and you clap your hands and head off to mix the dye.

He watches you go with a smirk on his face. Just what are you doing to him he thinks. 

You return and apply the dye to his hair before setting a timer and leaning your back against the counter in front of him. You cross your arms, pushing your breasts together and up. After seeing them up close he wants to touch them so bad. To feel how they fill his palms, and to test their weight. He has to clench his jaw and his hands into fists below the cape before he does something that would be very inappropriate. 

You catch him staring and give him a smirk and wink. "Do you like what you see?" Your voice is low and sultry.

"Darling, you have no idea," he groans. You might have some idea you think to yourself.

You unfold your arms to push yourself up to sit on top of the counter. As you do so your skirt rises slightly. Hyunjin’s gaze tracks straight to the toned thighs that are revealed a little more. You cross your legs, allowing him a flash of your panties as you do. "Well, I like what I see too,” you say as you not so subtly look him up and down. He flushes slightly but meets your gaze. His twin orbs seeming to mirror the desire you feel. 

You spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the color to develop and exchanging flirty remarks. When the timer goes off you lead him back to the hair wash station. You know exactly what you’re doing as you take your final chance to lean over him. You take your time carefully rinsing the dye from his hair. 

Afterwards, you lead him back to the chair for a quick blow dry. As you fan the heated air across his hair, ears, and neck he can’t help but think of the warm air that came from your breath. He stares hard at your reflection while you work - thinking of this experience and all the things he’d like to do to you. Glancing at him in the mirror, you catch him staring. 

Turning off the blow dryer you place it back in its holding slot. You lower the barber’s chair to it’s resting position and remove the cape from around his neck. "Alright Hyunjin, if you're done checking me out, let's go ahead and get you checked out!" You grin at him and he smirks back, taking a moment to not so subtly adjust himself. Your eyes flick down to the way he grabs himself through his jeans. It’s your turn to lick your lips. 

At the cleric counter he hands you his sleek black card and you ring him up. He signs the receipt and leaves you a big tip. You hand him a copy of the receipt. At the bottom is a hastily scribbled note.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### - <3 Y/N

A/N: Thanks for reading my second fic, y'all. I left this one suggestive but let me know if you'd be interested in a part 2.

Also, my requests are open and I'd love to hear your ideas!

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You had been best friends for a life time so you were well aware how protective Felix was about you and it had never been an issue until it was one.

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Cuddles make so many things better

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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Take My Offer?

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Smut? It's suggestive but also sweet?? Words Count: 1k + Fake texts Warnings: Jealousy, Mentions of cheating note: Chan is referred to as Chris + No use of Y/N a/n: This started as a fake text but then I thought it might be better if I wrote it? So I did both.

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You thought it was a good idea to bring Chris to your best friend's housewarming party. He’s never really met your full circle of friends so you figured that this would be the best opportunity to show him off. You’d never admit it to anyone but you were really looking forward to seeing the look on your not-so-close friends' faces when you walked in with Chris on your arm and their reactions certainly did not disappoint. Almost everyone had to do a double take when you introduced them to your man but the glowing crown of victory was swiftly knocked off of your head when you saw her.

The girl that makes it a mission to flirt with or even steal anyone’s boyfriend that she can and of course that’s the girl that Chris ends up bumping into in the kitchen. He left you on the couch to grab you both a brownie from the snack display and now he’s got her laughing about god knows what with that damned smirk on his lips. That smirk is for you only. Why is he giving it out like candy to women he doesn’t even know! 

That was enough for you to text him and now you’re here, watching with crossed arms as he excuses himself from the conversation, nodding his head towards her politely before setting his sights on you. He’s quick as he crosses the room, taking his previous seat beside you and sighing when you turn away from him.

“What was this about me cheating on you?” His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers to you. The feeling mixed with the sound of his voice is almost enough to sweep your annoyance under the rug. Almost. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He snakes his arm around you and pulls you into his side, ignoring the ogling eyes of your friends scattered across the living room. “You seemed real comfortable over there.”

“I was being friendly, baby.” His light chuckle earns an eye roll from you. “I never pinned you as the jealous type.” 

“I’m not jealous.” 

“Then why did you insinuate that I’m cheating on you with a woman that I just met?” 

“You were smiling at her.” He raises an eyebrow as he takes a second to study you. Are you really upset at him? “Look at me.” His voice is soft but there’s a certain ring to it that you can’t quite put your finger on but that doesn’t matter because you don’t plan to listen anyway.

“Babygirl.” He calls for your attention and sighs when you continue to ignore him. You part your lips to speak but the words die on your tongue when he takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to turn your gaze to his. “Listen to me, okay?”

You huff a breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding as you maintain eye contact with him. You’re still mad but looking deep into Chris’ honey eyes is not something that you could ever pass up. They’re just sparkly and pretty and - what the fuck, you’re supposed to be mad at him.

“I’m yours.” His voice is loud enough that anyone standing by you could hear him and you’re more than positive that a couple people around you did actually hear his profession. “Only yours, always yours. No one else here catches my eye.” 

You’re hanging onto his every word like velcro and you can’t help but to feel your heart - and something else - flutter at the sound of his voice. “Want me to stop smiling at people?” He asks, a smirk adorning the very lips that your ‘friend’ was staring at. 

“Just her.” You huff another breath as you allow yourself to melt a bit into his touch. He moves his hand from your face so that it’s resting on your thigh. Tracing over the skin peaking through the slit in your skirt. “She’s a total homewrecker. Can’t be trusted with anyone’s man.” 

Chris nods his head slowly as the information sinks in. “That explains why she asked how long we’ve been dating and if we live together.”

“She did what?” Your blood is boiling in an instant and your eyes start darting around the room to find that ratty woman but Chris steals your gaze back before your eyes land on her. 

“Don’t worry about her.”

“But she -”

“I don’t even remember her name, baby.” He scoots a bit closer to you which seems impossible with the way that he’s practically a part of your body already. “I don’t remember anything about her. Every other woman is featureless compared to you.”

The blush on your cheeks lets Chris know that he’s successfully talked you down from your ledge of anger but you keep your fake attitude to maintain the edge that you had before. You can’t let him off that easily. “You can stop sucking up to me now.”

“Do you believe me?” He smirks down at you and you avert your gaze to avoid smiling like an idiot. Maybe you can let him off that easily cause he’s sweet and he loves you or whatever - Ahh gosh he totally loves you. “Yes, I believe you.”

You roll your eyes with a smile and Chris laughs at your attempt to sass him. “I have an offer for you.” You stare back at him with pinched brows but his smile doesn’t waver. “Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you that I don’t care for anyone else but you.”

You smile in an attempt to distract him from the way that you shiver in his hold. “What did you have in mind?” He leans closer, his lips brushing the shell off your ear.

“Take a picture of me tasting your pretty cunt.” Your thighs press together, his filthy words and his husky voice whispering in your ear can and most likely will turn you into niagara falls if he keeps it up. “Then send it to whoever you think wants me.” 

“Are you serious?”  You whisper back and he pulls back to catch your gaze. He doesn’t even need to verbally confirm his offer, the look in his eyes is telling enough. 

“So serious.” He leans in, placing a quick kiss to your lips. “Wanna take the offer?”

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Start a riot

Paring:Lee Felix × Reader

Genre:pure Angst

Warnings:Kidnappingish?, abduction, death,blood,arguing, mentioned injuries

Wc: 4.5k

Spider Kids

The fire escape clanged with a metallic shriek as Felix, his mask half-shredded, tumbled onto Y/N's fire escape once again. Groaning, he peeled himself off the cold metal, wincing as a throbbing pain shot through his shoulder. Another night, another scrape with a supervillain with an even dumber name – tonight it was the Mime Master, and let's just say Felix was feeling less than amused.

He barely had time to knock before the door swung open, revealing Y/N in a rumpled t-shirt and sleep pants, her hair a wild halo around her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, then narrowed in a way that sent a familiar shiver down his spine. It wasn't just concern this time, it was simmering anger.

"Felix? What happened this time?" she demanded, her voice tight. "Uh, hey," he mumbled, offering a weak wave that felt more like a defeated smile. "Just, you know, the usual. Took a tumble down a fire escape... literally."

Y/N's jaw clenched. "Literally every night, Felix? This isn't funny! You come waltzing in here looking like you lost a fight with a runaway blender, expecting me to fix you up like some glorified trauma center, and then you just disappear back into the night!".Felix felt a prickle of irritation crawl up his spine. "Look, I can take care of myself, Y/N," he said defensively, the familiar spark of annoyance erupting in his chest. "It's not like I'm asking you to play damsel in distress every other night."he says his voice rising. "You show up here half-dead, expecting me to patch you up and coddle you, and then you just vanish without a word! You could at least try to be a little more considerate of the people who care about you!"

His irritation flared into a full-blown argument. "Considerate? You think I do this for fun? You think I enjoy getting beat up by every clown with a death wish? There are things you don't understand, Y/N!"

"Maybe not," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "but that doesn't mean I can't worry, Felix! You're my best friend, and frankly, it hurts seeing you like this all the time. It makes me feel helpless!"The words struck a raw nerve. Helpless? Was that what she thought of him? Anger, hot and sharp, twisted in his gut. "Maybe you should feel helpless," he spat, the words sharper than he intended. "Because that's all you can do – feel helpless – while I'm out there actually doing something!"

The accusation felt like a punch to the gut. He did care. Maybe more than he cared to admit. But how could he explain? How could he tell her his secret, the burden he carried, the reason he was constantly teetering on the edge?

"There are things you don't understand," he said finally, his voice strained.

"Maybe not," Y/N said , her arms crossed tightly. "But that doesn't mean I can't worry, Felix. You're my best friend. And frankly, it's getting a little old! It's like you have this whole other life you won't let me in on, a life that gets you hurt all the time!"

He felt a surge of anger, hot and unwelcome. "This isn't about some other life," he snapped. "This is about me protecting people! People like you!"

The words came out harsher than he intended, but the frustration of the secret, the fear of losing her, it all boiled over. Y/N flinched, her eyes widening in hurt.

"So you think I can't take care of myself?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Shame washed over him, cold and suffocating. He hadn't meant it that way. But the damage was done.

"Look," he started, his voice softer now, but the anger still lingered. "I appreciate you patching me up, but maybe it's time I found somewhere else to do it. Somewhere they won't judge me for doing what I have to do."The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter truth wrapped in a barbed insult. Y/N's lips turned white, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Fine," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Go then." The words hung heavy in the air, the hurt flickering in Y/N's eyes a punch to his gut. But the anger wouldn't subside. He stormed past her, the door slamming shut behind him with a finality that echoed the hollowness in his chest.

He didn't look back as he swung through the moonlit city, the echo of his own cruel words ringing in his ears. He'd crossed a line, he knew that. But the anger wouldn't dissipate. Maybe she was right. Maybe keeping his secret wasn't just protecting her, it was a betrayal. But the thought of her knowing, of seeing him as anything less than... well, anything less than what, he didn't know – was terrifying.

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The shrill ring of his alarm clock was a foreign sound, a jarring intrusion into the tense silence of Felix's apartment. He stared at the ceiling, the events of the previous night replaying on a loop in his mind. The anger, the argument, the cruel words that hung heavy in the air – all fueled by a desperate need to protect his secret and a simmering fear of losing Y/N. He winced, the throbbing pain in his shoulder a unwelcome reminder of his nighttime activities. School. The thought of facing Y/N after their fight, the weight of unspoken apologies and unspoken truths, filled him with dread. He fumbled for his phone, the glowing screen displaying an ungodly early hour. Skipping wasn't his usual way to go , but the idea of facing her scrutiny, the possibility of her pity, was unbearable. With a sigh, he sent a quick text to his best friend – a lame excuse about a appointment.

The day stretched before him, empty and purposeless. He tried to focus on homework, on video games, on anything to distract himself, but Y/N's face kept flashing in his mind, the hurt in her eyes a constant accusation.

He replayed the argument, his anger morphing into a gnawing guilt. He'd lashed out, using her concern as a weapon. The truth was, he did care about what she thought. Maybe more than he cared to admit. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He was Spider-Man, the city's protector, but right now, he felt powerless, adrift in a sea of his own mistakes.

As the day wore on, the silence in his apartment became deafening. He missed Y/N's usual teasing texts, her goofy voicemails. He missed the easy camaraderie they shared, the unspoken bond that transcended friendship.

The guilt deepened. He knew he had to apologize, to bridge the gap he'd created. But the words wouldn't come. How could he explain his life and feelings without pushing her further away?

•~~~~~~•

The shrill ring of the first-period bell sliced through the nervous tension that had coiled in Y/N's stomach all morning. She shuffled into English class, eyes instinctively scanning the room for Felix's usual messy mop of hair and lopsided grin. But the seat beside her remained stubbornly empty.

A hollow ache settled in her chest. Skipping school wasn't like Felix. He was more likely to show up with a concussion and a lame excuse than miss a single class. Their fight replayed in her mind, his harsh words echoing in the sterile classroom. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was being helpless. Maybe...But the thought of him out there, injured and alone, chasing down supervillains while she sat safely in class, made her stomach churn. She chewed on her lip, her gaze flitting across the room again. Maybe he overslept. Maybe his dentist appointment ran late. Maybe...

The teacher droned on about Shakespearean sonnets, but Y/N's focus remained laser-sharp on the empty chair. Throughout the day, the same pattern repeated. History, Math, Chemistry – Felix's absence loomed like a thundercloud. She stole glances at his usual lunch spot, her heart sinking further with every unanswered text.By the final bell, a knot of worry had tightened in her gut. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. Ignoring the curious stares of her classmates, she bolted towards the library, the only place Felix sometimes snuck off to for a stolen nap between classes.

He wasn't there.

Disappointment pricked at her eyes. She sank into a chair, burying her face in her hands. Had their fight been that bad? Did he really think so little of her concern? A hot tear squeezed out, tracing a path down her cheek.

Suddenly, the library door creaked open. Y/N looked up, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. But it was just Sarah, their chatty classmate, with a pile of books teetering precariously in her arms.

"Hey, have you seen Felix?" Y/N blurted out, wiping at her tear with the back of her hand.Chan frowned. "No, I haven't. Isn't he feeling well? He skipped class today."

Y/N's heart sank. Skipped class. Not just missed it. A cold dread washed over her.  Her anger at him was quickly fading, replaced by a gnawing fear that she couldn't quite place. Felix might be secretive, he might be reckless, but he wouldn't just disappear. He wouldn't leave her hanging, not after something like last night.

•~~~~~~•

The droning of Mrs. Rodriguez's lecture on Victorian literature was a dull thrum against Y/N's growing unease. Felix's empty chair was a constant reminder of their fight, his harsh words echoing in the sterile classroom.  She chewed on her lip, her gaze flitting between the empty seat and the clock, willing it to move faster. Maybe he overslept. Maybe—

Suddenly, a thunderous boom rattled the windows, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Y/N. The fluorescent lights flickered and died, plunging the room into an unsettling darkness. Screams erupted from the hallway, a cacophony of terror that sent chills down Y/N's spine.

Panic flared in her chest.  This wasn't a prank, this was something worse.  Her eyes darted to the window, a flicker of movement catching her attention. A figure, silhouetted against the twilight sky, scaled the side of the school building with unnatural agility.

A cold dread gripped her. Supervillains. It was something they only ever joked about, a distant threat from the city news. But here it was, unfolding before her very eyes.

Mrs. Rodriguez scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling as she ushered the students towards the back of the classroom. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest.  She needed to get out of there, but her gaze couldn't tear away from the window. Felix.  Where was Felix?

Then, a horrifying realization slammed into her.  Felix wasn't here because he was out there. He was probably facing that monstrous figure, risking his life while she sat huddled in a darkened classroom.

Guilt clawed at her. Her anger seemed trivial now, replaced by a fierce protectiveness.  She couldn't just hide.  Not when Felix, the reckless, infuriating, yet undeniably brave Felix, was out there facing danger. As the screams continued to echo in the hallway, panic had jammed the hallways into a human bottleneck. Students were shoved, whimpering, towards a single, creaking fire escape while a distorted voice boomed through the loudspeaker system. "Attention, students! This is The Showman! Consider this a pop quiz! Your survival depends on entertaining me!"

Y/N pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Every instinct screamed at her to get out, to run.  But the image of the figure outside her window, silhouetted against the twilight, propelled her forward. Felix. She reached the end of the hallway just as the fire escape door slammed shut, leaving a desperate throng wailing behind her. Disappointment clawed at her, but then a new sound pierced the chaos – the unmistakable crackle of electricity followed by a maniacal cackle.

Emerging from the shadows with a flourish, a man clad in a purple leotard and a top hat that sparked erratically, was The Showman. Bolts of electricity danced around his fingers, casting an eerie glow on his twisted grin. Flanking him were two hulking figures, their faces obscured by metal helmets and glowing red eyes.

„Ah, a volunteer!" The Showman's voice contorted into a parody of a game show host. "Let's see what you're made of, little contestant!".Before Y/N could react, the two figures lunged. One grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip, the metal glinting coldly under the flickering lights. The other clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her scream. The air crackled with electricity as The Showman unleashed a wicked smile.

"Let the games begin!" His voice echoed down the empty hallway, a cruel promise of what was to come. Y/N's eyes darted around, searching for a way out, for any sign of Felix. But all she saw was the terrifying glint of the red eyes as the villains dragged her deeper into the darkness, the echo of Felix's name a silent plea on her lips. Panic clawed at Y/N's throat. The villains, hulking brutes nicknamed "Watt" and "Bolt" according to their glowing red eyes, dragged her through a labyrinth of darkened hallways. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, each beat punctuated by the distant screams of her classmates.

Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring her vision. This was a nightmare, a twisted game show come to life. But through the haze of fear, a sliver of determination flared. Felix. He might be out there, trying to stop this madness, and she couldn't just be a helpless victim.

As they passed a cracked window, she caught a glimpse of the night sky. It was enough. With a surge of adrenaline, she twisted her body, landing a sharp elbow into Watt's metallic stomach. He grunted in surprise, momentarily loosening his grip.

Y/N lunged forward, aiming for a fire extinguisher hanging on the nearby wall. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal, sending a surge of hope. But before she could pull it free, Bolt's hand clamped down on her wrist, his grip like a vise.

"Trying to be a little hero, huh?" he sneered, his voice distorted by the helmet.

Y/N gritted her teeth, channeling her fear into anger. "Where are you taking me? What's The Showman planning?"

Bolt chuckled, a sound like gravel scraping against metal. "The Showman wants to put on a little show, of course! And you, my dear, are the main act."

His words sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. The fire escape door slammed shut at the back of her mind. There was no escape. Her only hope was Felix, or maybe some miracle she couldn't even imagine.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed down the hallway, followed by a booming voice. "Looking for a volunteer, Showman? Seems you already found one!"

Y/N's head snapped towards the sound. Standing at the end of the hallway, bathed in the moonlight streaming through a broken window, was Spider-Man. Felix . A jolt of relief washed over her, so strong it almost made her knees buckle.

"Well, well," The Showman cackled, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Looks like we have a challenger! Let the games truly begin!"

Watt and Bolt exchanged a look, then lunged at Felix . The hallway erupted into chaos. Y/N watched, wide-eyed, as Felix dodged their attacks with incredible agility, his movements a blur of red and blue.

He wasn't just dodging, he was fighting back. Each web-shot found its mark, momentarily restraining the hulking villains. But The Showman wasn't idle. He unleashed a volley of crackling electricity, forcing Spider-Man to take cover behind a metal locker.

"Impressive reflexes, bug boy," The Showman taunted. "But let's see how you handle a real challenge!"

He raised a hand, directing a concentrated blast of electricity towards Y/N. Fear turned to icy dread in her stomach. But before the attack could connect, a figure swung in front of her, a red and blue shield deflecting the energy blast.

"Don't worry, Y/N," Felix said, his voice distorted by the mask. "I've got you."

He looked at her for a fleeting moment, his eyes filled with a concern that made her heart skip a beat. Then, with a burst of speed, he launched himself back into the fray.

Y/N knew she had to do something. These villains were formidable, but they didn't seem to be expecting a civilian to fight back. As The Showman unleashed another blast of electricity, aiming for Spider-Man's blind spot, she saw her chance.

With a surge of adrenaline, she lunged for the fire extinguisher that hung tantalizingly close. This time, her fingers grasped the cold metal. Wrenching it free from the wall, she aimed it at The Showman, spraying him with a thick plume of white foam.

The effect was instantaneous. The Showman shrieked with fury, his electrical aura sputtering and dying. Watt and Bolt, momentarily disoriented, stumbled back, their attacks faltering.

Spider-Man used the distraction to his advantage. He webbed up Watt and Bolt in a matter of seconds, their struggles quickly turning into muffled thumps.

The Showman, blinded and disarmed, stood fuming in the middle of the hallway, a comical picture of thwarted villainy. Spider-Man stood over him, his voice a low growl.

"Seems like the show's over, Showman," he said. "Time for you to take a little vacation."

Y/N watched, her body trembling with the aftereffects of fear and adrenaline. As Spider-Man secured the villains. But before Felix could cuff him, a surge of raw desperation flickered in the villain's eyes. With a final, desperate growl, he channeled all his remaining energy into a single, concentrated blast.

The electric current ripped through the air, a blinding white streak aimed directly at Spider-Man. Y/N screamed, a primal cry of terror that echoed through the devastated hallway. Time seemed to slow down, the image of the crackling energy etching itself onto her memory.

Just as the blast connected, Felix threw himself in front of Y/N, his body acting as a shield. The electricity surged through him, a sickening crackle that resonated in the deathly silence that followed.

He crumpled to the ground, a shudder wracking his body. The mask, usually a symbol of invincibility, seemed to dim in the aftermath. A pool of red blossomed on his chest, staining the blue of his suit.

Y/N's scream died in her throat, replaced by a suffocating gasp. Felix. It was Felix under that mask. Fear morphed into a cold, sharp terror that clawed at her insides.

"Felix!" she cried, scrambling towards him. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her own arm, she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the unresponsive form.

The Showman, momentarily stunned by the unexpected turn of events, cackled with glee. "Looks like the hero couldn't quite save the day, could he?"

His words were drowned out by the roar in Y/N's ears. Felix, the reckless, infuriating, yet undeniably brave Felix, laying hurt before her. The anger from their fight was a distant memory now, replaced by  a desperate need to fix this, to somehow make everything okay.

Ignoring the Showman's deranged laughter and the buzzing in her own head, Y/N ripped off her jacket, pressing the makeshift bandage against Felix's wound.  Her gaze darted around, searching for anything, anything she could use to help.

Then, her eyes landed on the discarded fire extinguisher.  Grabbing it, she aimed the nozzle at The Showman, a fierce glint in her eyes. "The game's not over yet," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

Y/N's voice echoed in the devastated hallway, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths escaping Felix's lips. The blast had ripped through his suit, leaving a jagged tear that revealed a sickening red beneath. Panic clawed at her throat, threatening to choke her. This wasn't a scrape, this was serious.

Ignoring the Showman's renewed cackling about a "worthy opponent," Y/N's mind raced. She couldn't fight, she wasn't Spider-Man.  But that didn't mean she was useless.

Her gaze fell on the fire extinguisher, a forgotten weapon in her shaking hand. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be the hero, saving the day with a wisecrack.  She shouldn't be the one wielding a weapon, desperation fueling her movements.

With a growl that surprised even herself, Y/N aimed the extinguisher at the canister of compressed air strapped to The Showman's back. It was a desperate gamble, a rage fueled by a raw need to protect Felix.

As if sensing her intent, The Showman lunged, a surge of electricity crackling around him.  But Y/N squeezed the trigger, a deafening hiss filling the air as the compressed air canister erupted.  A blinding flash followed, a shockwave that sent them both flying.

The world spun for Y/N. When she finally blinked the spots away, The Showman was gone, nothing but a ringing silence and the acrid scent of burnt metal remaining. Her makeshift bandage was soaked red, a horrifying reflection of the crimson staining Felix's chest.

He wasn't moving.  A choked sob escaped her lips as she scrambled closer, fear battling with a newfound determination.  There was a hole, a gaping wound on his abdomen, the metallic glint of something embedded within it.

"Felix," she whispered, her voice thick with terror. "Don't you dare leave me... Please, Felix!"

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She knew first aid wouldn't be enough. He needed a hospital, a real doctor. But how? How could she get him out of here without anyone seeing his... his secret identity.

Panic threatened to consume her, but a flicker of movement in his chest sparked a sliver of hope.  He was alive, barely.  Y/N knew she had to act fast.  With a deep breath, she ripped strips of fabric from her remaining clothes, applying pressure to the wound.

Then, looking around the deserted hallway, a desperate plan formed in her mind. It was risky, maybe even reckless, but it was the only chance she had.  She needed to get him out of here, and fast.

Reaching into her pocket, she fumbled for her phone. With trembling hands, she dialed a number she hadn't used in years – the abandoned fire escape at the back of her apartment building, their secret haven from childhood.  It was crazy, but it was the one place she knew no one would find them.

"Felix," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Hold on. Please, just hold on a little longer."

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her secret, his injury, and the fear of losing him pressing down on her. 

The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burnt metal. Y/N's frantic pleas echoed off the shattered lockers, bouncing back unanswered. Felix laying  crumpled in her arms, his once vibrant costume now a gruesome tapestry of dark red. Each shallow breath he took was a ragged gasp, a desperate fight against the tide pulling him under.

Panic gnawed at Y/N's insides, a ravenous beast threatening to consume her whole. This couldn't be happening. Felix, was reckless yea, but undeniably brave Felix, who filled her days with exasperation and her nights with secret dreams, was bleeding out in her arms.

"Don't you dare..." She choked on the words, tears blurring her vision into a kaleidoscope of red and blue. "There's... there's so much I need to tell you..."

A weak cough racked his body, his eyes fluttering open with agonizing slowness. They were clouded with pain, but a spark of recognition flickered within them. Recognition, and something else – a raw vulnerability that ripped through Y/N like a thousand paper cuts.

"Y/N..." His voice was a rasp, barely audible above the ringing in her ears.

"I'm here,Felix.It's going to be ok" she gasped, her hand clutching his desperately, her fear threatening to tear her apart.

"The fight... I messed up..." His words were slow, each one a struggle against the pain that clawed at him from within. "I should've been more careful..."

She shook her head, tears tracing a path through the soot and grime clinging to her face. "No, you were saving me... saving everyone..."

A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a bittersweet echo of his usual mischievous grin. It was a smile that held a universe of unspoken emotions, apologies clinging to the edges like cobwebs. But it was his next words that shattered the fragile dam holding back her emotions, a revelation that slammed into her like a speeding train.

"I... I wasn't just saving everyone," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I was saving you..."

His confession hung heavy in the air, a weight of unspoken affection pressing down on them. A sob escaped YN's lips, a torrent of grief and a sudden, overwhelming realization. The anger, the frustration, all of it paled in comparison to the love she felt for this reckless, brave boy who carried the weight of the city on his shoulders.

"Felix," she choked out, her voice thick with tears. "I..."

But the words died on her lips. He squeezed her hand ever so slightly, a faint pressure that spoke volumes of the pain he was enduring. 

"It's okay," he rasped, his eyes fluttering closed. "You don't...  have to say anything..."

A choked sob escaped her. It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. The pressure in his hand slackened, his grip turning cold and lifeless. The red on his chest had spread, a gruesome stain mocking the warmth she felt for him.

"No... please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don't leave me... Felix... I..."

The words never came out. He was gone. The boy who drove her crazy, the boy who kept her safe, the boy she'd come to love more than she could ever express, was gone.  And with him, the truth remained unspoken, a heavy burden laid to rest with him.

Y/N cradled his head in her lap, the tears flowing freely now, a silent tribute to the boy who was her best friend, her hero, and the one love she'd never get to confess.  As the distant sirens wailed in the distance, a hollow echo of help that came far too late, Y/N knew this wasn't just a night the city lost a hero.  It was the night she lost a part of herself, a part buried in the secret resting place of a boy named Felix, and a superhero named Spider-Man.

The weight of his body grew heavier in her arms, a physical manifestation of the emptiness that bloomed in her chest. In the flickering streetlight, she saw a single red and blue web clinging to his chest, a stark reminder of the double life he'd led, a life he'd kept hidden from her, but a life that had ultimately taken him away.

She closed her eyes, her body wracked with sobs. The echo of his final words, a confession of love laced with regret, reverberated in her mind.  She'd never get to tell him how she felt, never get to see his face light up with that goofy grin when he realized she felt the same.

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heads up! food mentions. also reader doesn't like eating oranges.

"channie?" oh no. you only called chris 'channie' whenever you were about to tease him over something or when you wanted something silly. "would you peel an orange for me?"

he looks up from his laptop, chin resting in his hand as he wonders what you're getting at. he would, but... he knows you. "you don't like oranges."

"i like orange juice!" you pout. "channie... that's not the point."

he fights back a smile--how cute. you're always so cute. "are you hungry?" he closes his laptop, rolling his chair away from his desk and to where you've curled up on the little loveseat in the home office the two of you decorated together--opposite the wall from your own desk. "is that why you're asking?"

you only pout more at him. "you didn't answer the question."

"i'll cut up a peach for you," he says. "or peel some boiled eggs."

and, oh, the cute way you lit up. "you would?"

he finally lets himself crack up with giggles, reaching out to pinch your cheeks, "i've literally done it for you before!"

you end up giggling, too, hands reaching up to bat at his own. "for what it's worth," you say, holding his hands in yours. "i'd peel boiled eggs for you, too... and an orange, if you wanted one."

and maybe he'll hold you to that one day, just to tease you before stealing as many kisses as you'll let him have.