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Gnossienne Pt.3 | myg

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: angst, violence (though it’s not too too graphic), mentions of blood, swearing, non idol! au, mentions of weapons (guns, etc.), some fluff but it’s mostly angst, mafia! au

words: 6,366

rating: pg-15 (violence and swearing)

–summary: how could you have been so blind? didn’t you know everything about him?

a/n: okay YES i know that i haven’t updated this series in forever but i kinda got stuck on it. but now i’ve figured myself out SO here’s part 3!! i hope you guys like it :)

Gnossienne

gno·ssi·enne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life

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| part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Yoongi quickly looked down at the shirt in his hand. Reddish, iron colored blotches and streaks littered the front of the white t-shirt.

“Woah, hey!” he said, trying to catch your appalled gaze. “Yes, it’s blood. I sliced my finger while cutting vegetables for my grandma. See?”

He held up his left hand where the pointer and middle fingers were wrapped with gauze.

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. You sighed in relief.

“Jeez, that scared me. That’s a lot of blood, I thought something worse happened,”

“Nah, I didn’t realize I hurt myself at first so I ended up getting the blood everywhere,”

You nodded in understanding before taking his hand.

“Still, I don’t like that you got hurt like this,” you said quietly, smoothing your thumb over his palm. He shook his hand out of your grasp and instead raised it to your cheek.

“Hey, I’m fine. I promise. Don’t worry so much. You trust me right?” he asked, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm and nodded immediately.

“Always,”

Min Seo ran up to you on Monday morning, an eager smile gracing her face.

“Well?”

You raised a brow, your coffee mug pausing halfway to your lips.

“Well what?”

She clicked her tongue in irritation and she rolled her eyes.

“What do you mean ‘well what’? What did he say?” she pressed. You blinked, feeling stupid.

“What did who say?”

She stared at you.

“(Name), sometimes I wonder just how stupid you are,”

“Excuse me?”

“Yoongi, (Name). Yoongi!”

“What about Yoongi?!”

She groaned with unhidden exaggeration.

“What did he say? About your promotion?”

You gasped.

“He’s back, right? You mentioned that he was back on Saturday. So what did he say?” she asked with a grin. You weakly smacked her, realizing your fault.

“I forgot to tell him,” you sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. She blinked owlishly

“What?! How do you forget something like that?? You telling me that you didn’t talk to him at all since last week? Not even on the phone?!”

“No! I did, I just thought I’d surprise him,” you groaned. She rolled her eyes at you and shook her head.

“Wow (Last Name) (Name) you really amaze me with your stupidity sometimes,”

You glared at her and pulled out your phone.

[4:03 p.m.] (Name): you wanna go out for dinner tonight?

“What better way to surprise him than over dinner?” you smiled as you tucked your phone away. Min Seo flashed you a thumbs up. You grinned and sat back down at your desk, resuming research. Since your story had done well, your supervisors were looking for a continuation and more stories about these gangs. So the story was now assigned to you and you were in charge of finding more things about them.

“Looks like we’re stuck together huh, buddy?” you muttered, placing a palm under your cheek as you zoomed into a blurry screenshot of one of the members - the bulky one with a lot of piercings.

[4:14 p.m.] Grumpy: sure. what’s the occasion?

[4:15 p.m.] (Name): to celebrate the end of my peace and quiet

[4:15 p.m.] Grumpy: and for that reason you’ll be paying

You smoothed down the folds of your dress and smiled at your reflection. Sure, it wasn’t too fancy of a dinner, but it was still more posh than the two of you regularly indulged in, so why not dress up?

“You’re really not gonna tell me why we’re doing this?” Yoongi asked, walking into the bathroom while buttoning up his collared shirt.

“I told you it was to celebrate the end of peace for me,” you smiled teasingly, letting your eyes rest on his frowning reflection.

“Okay okay,” you sighed catching his expression. “Truth is, I missed you and I just wanted to spend time with you,” you confessed, turning away from the mirror to look at him. Yoongi smiled, his gums emerging from behind his pink lips. He didn’t say anything else, simply opting for a chaste kiss to your forehead before exiting the bathroom.

You bit your lip in excitement as Yoongi’s car pulled up to the restaurant and quickly stepped out. Yoongi followed behind you while loosening his tie in irritation. You laughed softly as you told the hostess your name.

“Why did you wear a tie if you weren’t gonna be comfortable?”

“Well you dressed up nice so I didn’t wanna come looking like I was homeless,” he grumbled, his hand dropping his tie and instead slipping around your waist. You snorted.

“Don’t you wear a tie to work everyday?” you asked and Yoongi licked his lips.

“Irrelevant,”

You chuckled as the hostess led you both to your table and you took a seat. After some measly small chat and once your orders were placed, you cleared your throat and placed your hands on the table. Yoongi looked up from his bread with a raised brow.

“I have something to tell you,” you tried to say seriously though your leg was bouncing in excitement.

“Yes?” Yoongi asked, putting his knife down. You were about to tell him, but Yoongi’s phone went off, vibrating against the table. Your eyes darted to the screen and took in the caller ID.

“Shit,” Yoongi muttered, before declining the call. His dark eyes settled back on you and he smiled lightly. “What were you saying?”

“Oh,” you grinned, pushing the two letters out of your head. “Well, while you were in Dae-” you stopped abruptly as his phone began to buzz again. NJ again appeared on his screen. He cursed once more and you frowned.

“Maybe you should get that, Yoongi? It might be important,”

Yoongi looked away from his phone to study your face and once he realized that you were okay, he smiled gratefully.

“Thanks baby. I’ll be right back,” he stood up and placed his napkin on the table before grabbing his phone and heading out.

“What is it...?” you heard his voice trail off into the phone as he stepped outside to take the call. You sighed and dragged your finger over the rim of your glass. You couldn’t even have it in you to be annoyed that he was bringing work into your time. After all, Yoongi worked so hard everyday and the amount of effort he put into helping his coworkers was so admirable. After a few minutes, Yoongi walked back inside, a deep frown on his face.

“All okay?” you asked as he sat down in front of you. His expression eased immediately and he nodded.

“Yeah just some idiot messing shit up at work. It’s fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Anyway, what were you trying to tell me, babe?”

“Right,” you cleared your throat and grinned. “So while you were in Daegu….I submitted my article!”

“No way!” Yoongi smiled. “How did it go?”

“Really well!”

“Yeah?” he asked but then he frowned. “But I thought you needed evidence,”

“Well…” you trailed off and his eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“I did some more research,” you admitted and he shut his eyes.

“(Name), I thought we agreed that would be dangerous and that you wouldn’t try to get closer!” he asked, a crease between his brows.

“I know,” you said immediately. “I know. I promise that I didn’t put myself into any danger, Yoongi!”

“How do you know that?!” he fired at you and you pursed your lips. At your expression, he sighed. “What did you end up submitting as evidence?”

“Oh I….” you hesitated and then spilled only a part of the truth. “A video. Some kind of footage of a gang talking,”

“Footage?” his eyes narrowed. “What kind of footage? Where did you get it?”

“O-Online,” you said, and you immediately regretted the lie. But, it’s fine. You were only doing it to stop his worrying. It didn’t really matter where you got that footage. Besides, it was surely taken offline anyway. Right?

Yoongi sighed. “Online. Alright,”

He didn’t say anything else, instead resuming with buttering his bread. You looked down dejectedly. Why was it so hard to tell him? You just wanted to say you got a promotion. But instead the conversation had pissed him off. The rest of the dinner felt off. Though you both did talk to each other, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about your accomplishment. Even he, you could tell, was still irritated and you couldn’t help but feel like you disappointed him. After all, he was worrying about your own safety. He stood by while you were first discovering the gang but he had warned you that interfering with them could be dangerous. And he was right? Who’s to say that the gang isn’t aware of your nosiness at this very moment. Suddenly your food didn’t seem so tasty. Even the ride home had a tense air and you didn’t like it.

“I…” you started weakly and you could feel Yoongi open his eyes from behind you. You turned around in his embrace and tried to make out his facial features in the dark. “I submitted the article and everyone was super happy with it. I got a promotion. That’s what I wanted to tell you. That’s why I asked you to dinner today…”

It felt good telling him, even though you wanted it to happen in a better setting. Not when you had ticked him off and made him worry. Yoongi’s gaze softened considerably, or at least, you hoped it did.

“I know I still told you that I wouldn’t dig deeper,” you gulped, finding a string on his black t-shirt more interesting than his face. “B-But I really wanted to find out more. I really wanted that promotion. I thought about my parents. Maybe they would actually talk to me now that I have a better paying job. A-And I figured that it would help us too. I mean you always did say that you wanted to move out of this crappy apartment and-” you took a breath. “I’m really sorry Yoongi. I thought you’d be happier,”

Yoongi sighed. “(Name)...I’m not mad okay? I just get really worried. I mean this isn’t just a common story, right? These are gangs. They’re dangerous,”

You nodded miserably. “I know,”

“And I’m not saying this to scare you but I’m sure that they wouldn’t like people digging into their crimes and stuff. What would I do if they came after you, huh?”

Once again, you nodded mutely.

“But,” he said. “That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of you,”

You looked up and he smiled. “You managed to put together a story that basically had no evidence to support it and proved a lot of people wrong. And you got a promotion. That’s amazing (Nickname),”

You grinned. “Thanks, Yoongs. I’m really sorry for not listening to you,”

“It’s okay,” he sighed and pulled you closer to him, his hand rubbing your back gently. “Just no more okay?”

“But I’m the only one in charge of this story,” you said. “It’s part of my promotion,”

He groaned but relented. “Fine, just promise me no more digging. You can use evidence that shows up from the police and shit. But I don’t want you trying to follow them around for pictures and an autograph, got it?”

Hearing the sarcastic irritation in his voice made you giggle and you nuzzled in his chest with a smile. “Okay okay. You’re so bossy,”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Someone’s got to keep your ass out of trouble,”

A few weeks later you woke up with a horrible back ache and an ugly wetness between your legs. Rolling onto your back slowly, you frowned with displeasure as you realized what time of the month it was. After cleaning yourself up, you trudged into the kitchen where Yoongi stood leaning against the counter. His reading glasses were perched low on his nose as he scanned the paper, a steaming cup of black coffee in his other hand. You slid your arms around him and sighed, pressing your cheek into his shoulder blade.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his eyes remaining on the paper.

“Morning,” you answered nuzzling into his warmth.

“What?” he chuckled.

“What?” you repeated, confused.

“Why so clingy this fine morning?”

You pouted and pulled away. “I love you?”

“Ah,” he hummed in thought. “Period?”

You blinked slowly. “How did you know?”

He scoffed before setting the paper down. “Stupid question. I’m stuck with you everyday. I can tell these things by now,”

You rolled your eyes as you dropped a slice of toast into the toaster. “Don’t act cool,”

“I don’t need to act for that,” he shrugged and you snorted before pouring yourself a glass of water.

“What’s the plan for today?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi responded. “It’s been a long fucking week. I’m just going to relax today,”

You grinned as he plopped down on the couch in exhaustion. Leaning down to kiss his cheek, you patted his shoulder.

“Good. I can’t remember the last time I saw you relax. Has to be...maybe a decade?”

He rolled his eyes. “Well you’re disturbing me now,” he pointed out.

You laughed and sat down next to him as he turned on some morning show. With the pain in your lower abdomen, a day of relaxation sounded like heaven.

“Hey Yoongi?” you asked a couple hours later after rummaging around in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” he called from his spot on the couch, laptop balanced on his legs.

“Can you do me a favor?” you asked, standing up and dusting your hands on your pants.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you run out and buy me some supplies? I’m almost out,” you asked and Yoongi sighed before grinning.

“This is why you restock before it starts, (Nickname). Everyone at the store knows me as the boyfriend who’s always buying pads. All the old ladies keep giggling at me,” he laughed while standing up.

“Well I would go,” you started indignantly. “But I look like a mess and I’m too lazy to get ready. You look fabulous all the time,”

He rolled his eyes. “No need to flatter me. I’ll go get some,”

You beamed at him. “Thanks Yoongi,” you kissed his cheek gently as he moved to tug his shoes on. You plopped on the couch before lazily scrolling through the channels as you heard your boyfriend shut the door behind him. After watching some movie for a few minutes, you shivered at how cold the room was, goosebumps prickling along your skin. You thought of going to find a blanket, but then you remembered that you had Yoongi. One of his big warm sweaters would do nicely. You stood up ignoring the chill that ran up your spine and made your way into your bedroom before pulling open Yoongi’s closet. Flicking on the light switch, you tapped your chin as your eyes raked over the clothing. Finally deciding on his black pullover, you turned to go back to your movie when something caught your eye. Under a pile of dark clothes in the corner of the closet, something shiny glinted in the light. You reached down and pulled up the clothes, briefly realizing that you had never seen these clothes on Yoongi before. You grabbed the object, feeling the cool metal on your warm fingertips and pulled it up. The brass knuckles in your hand made you gasp out loud.

“What the hell?!” you whispered to the emptiness of your apartment, the cold object feeling foreign in your hand. You flipped it over to examine it. They were slightly worn out and dirty, as though they had been used for a long time. The thought made you shiver. These couldn’t be Yoongi’s. What would he need brass knuckles for? Yoongi had never fought anybody. You glanced at the pile of clothes you had found the brass knuckles with.

“Probably one of his friend’s stuff?” you muttered to yourself, though your own voice sounded unsure. “Yeah that’s gotta be it,”

You quickly dropped the metal in between the clothes and rummaged them around to make them look as you had found them. You tugged Yoongi’s sweater on and shut the closet quickly, an uneasy feeling in your gut. You didn’t want to see or think about that ever again.

You lazily scrolled through websites on your laptop, eyes searching for updates about the gang you had been hunting. The TV was quietly droning with the news in your empty apartment. Yoongi was still at work and you craved his words of comfort because honestly, you felt like you had hit a dead end. You had come back home much earlier than you had expected, and your apartment wasn’t helping your lack of inspiration either.

“-and gangsters causing problems in the neighborhood. This symbol has been officially marked as dangerous and any civilian who sees it should report it to the authorities. These gangs are getting more suspicious and dangerous as time goes on and are currently under heavy investigation. They’re suspected to be major players in the underground drug cartel and the major robberies occurring around the city. Though there haven’t been any cases of muggings reported, civilians are advised to be cautious at night and to report any illicit activity…”

“Damn, they’ve been busy,” you mumbled to yourself, tugging your laptop closer to begin taking notes on what you were hearing. Maybe that’s what the old woman you interviewed had overheard. Shipment issues related to drugs. You shook your head in disgust.

You heard the lock of the front door click and perked up. You tossed your laptop to the side and peeked over the back of the couch as Yoongi pushed his way inside wearily.

“Hey you’re home-” you paused. “What are you wearing?”

It seemed that Yoongi wasn’t expecting you home because he flinched and whipped his head up so fast you thought he might break something. His eyes were narrowed threateningly but then softened when they focused on you. But you were more focused on the black skin tight jeans and heavy black jacket he was wearing, which was certainly not his daily work attire.

“O-Oh I-,” he cleared his throat. “I had to change since some idiot at work spilled coffee all over my clothes. These are some spares I had for emergencies,”

He chuckled to himself as he shook his head, walking into the living room to bend down and kiss you.

“Oh,” you said lamely. “You changed your shoes too?”

You raised a brow at the black combat boots that he most definitely didn’t wear to work that morning. He looked at you with a slightly nervous grin and shrugged. “It matched the outfit,”

You snorted and sat down properly, now focusing on the TV and droning out Yoongi’s movements. You didn’t notice how Yoongi paused to listen to the news, a quiet curse leaving his lips before he started to the bedroom.

“I’m gonna be on some office phone calls, baby. Just don’t disturb for a little while, ‘kay?” Yoongi asked you with a sweet smile and you tore your attention from the screen.

“Okay,” you grinned and nodded at him. He flashed you another small smile and shut the door to your shared bedroom.

“So you’ll get something on your way back?” you asked as you rummaged around your purse for your bus ticket.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighed on the other end of the receiver. “Ever since this stupid project started we’ve had so much more work to do. Sorry I can’t be home earlier to eat with you, baby,”

You smiled sweetly through the phone regardless of the fact that he couldn't see you.

“It’s okay. You know I admire how hard-working you are,” you shook your head with a grin as you sat down. That earned you a tired chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Thanks for always being so understanding, (Name),” Yoongi said, and you laughed.

“Don’t need to thank me. Just take care of yourself and come home soon. I miss you,”

Yoongi chuckled fondly and voiced an affirmative. After a farewell and a quick “I love you” you ended the call and got comfortable in your seat before tugging on your earbuds and shutting your eyes. You would probably catch a quick nap before you reached the apartment. At least, that’s what you wanted to do.

Only a few minutes had passed when you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine. The hairs on your arms stood up and a wave of uneasiness passed over you. You peeled your eyes open to look around. The bus was mostly empty, given one or two passengers. They all seemed normal however, except for one.

He was looking straight at you when you made eye contact with him. He sat straight, dressed in all black with a heavy leather jacket making his frame look even larger. His big arms were crossed menacingly and you wished you could put a face to his description but the mask he was wearing covered everything but his eyes.

Dragon eyes.

He tore his eyes away from yours as soon as you looked and you shivered a bit. You were probably overthinking it.

That didn’t mean you wanted to spend more time having a staring contest with this man, however. You quickly shut your eyes again and pretended to fall asleep, because even though you knew he was looking at you, it felt a lot safer to not be looking straight into those eyes.

You must’ve been on that bus for hours, or at least it felt like hours. When the bus pulled up by the stop just near your apartment, you quickly stood up and hurried down the aisle, not sparing anyone a passing glance. You stepped out into the nighttime and breathed out in relief before starting the walk to your building. When you glanced back to the window of the bus, the man was pulling out his phone and placing it near his ear as the bus started rolling away. Your racing heartbeat began calming down as you reached the door to your building. You weren’t sure who that man was, but you knew he was intimidating as hell. If he was actually staring at you, and hopefully he wasn’t, you wished you would never cross paths with him again.

You sighed and brushed a few strands of hair out of your face as you climbed up the front steps and went to open the main door. You wished that Yoongi was waiting for you at home so that you could cuddle up with him, share a bowl of ramen, and tell him about your day and this man and how nervous he made you. But Yoongi had work. You could never be angry at him though. Yoongi was so hard-working and he was doing his best to pitch in and help you both lead comfortable lives. Just the thought of your sweet boyfriend made you smile as you moved to tug the door open.

Pressure on your face made your eyes widen in confusion and before you could realize anything it was already too late. The cloth being pressed against your nose and lips was doused in chloroform and though you had never even had the chance to see it, you knew. You tried to shout but the hand pressed harder, making the sounds more muffled. Your heart rate spiked once again as a big arm wrapped around your body and began dragging you down the stairs. You were crying and you didn’t even realize it. Instead you were trying your hardest to get a hit on the person behind you. You rammed your elbow back and hit a body, which released a low masculine grunt. His grip loosened a bit and you managed to take two steps before he grabbed you once again. Though now, your vision was blurring and your head was spinning and everything was going out of focus. You tried hard not to breathe in, but eventually your lungs burned and you took one more breath and everything went black.

The first thing you could smell was dampness. The smell of wet concrete and mold filled your burning nostrils before you could even open your eyes. When you had fully gained consciousness, you chose to keep your eyes closed, opting to strain your ears and listen to your surroundings. You could faintly hear the sound of clanging metal and the rush of a few cars but other than that it was silent. You peeled your eyes open and your heart dropped.

You were on an old couch, brown with stains of things you didn’t want to know. A dirty rug decorated the concrete floor and you looked around with tears pooling in your eyes at the metal walls. Was this some kind of warehouse? Cigarette butts and bottles were haphazardly strewn across the floor and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach. You had to find a way out. You stood up shakily and tried to find your bag, but of course it was nowhere to be seen, which meant that your phone and house keys were gone too.

Oh god, Yoongi would be so worried.

You wondered whether he had called the police or if he was searching for you or if he was going crazy with worry before a thought struck. How long had you been here? If it had only been a few hours and Yoongi was still working then there was a chance that he didn’t even know you were taken at all. You gulped as nausea rolled over your gut once again. You began quickly and shakily stumbling towards the only door you could see, freedom tasting bitter on your tongue.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,”

Your heart leapt into your throat as you quickly turned around. Plump pink lips were stretching into a menacing smirk as narrow brown eyes shone with mischief. You knew him. You knew this man.

He was graceful and he was familiar. Faded orange hair, a toned body, it was him.

No.

You stumbled back and the man clicked his tongue. “Careful sweetness, you’ll fall,” he sighed. “And don’t try anything. I’m prepared,”

His fingers tapped his side where you could see his gun and you shakily gulped.

“You’re lucky we didn't decide to handcuff you or something,” he said nonchalantly.

“What do you want with me?” you asked, sounding much braver than you felt.

“I don’t really know. I’m just following leader’s orders. He said you were a threat and that’s why you’re here. And no, we’re not gonna kill you. As long as you don’t give us a reason to,” the man sighed as you opened your mouth.

“U-Um,” you started and the man raised a brow at your stutter. Fuck, he was intimidating. “How am I a threat?”

Please don’t be what I’m thinking.

He chuckled. “You tell me (Last Name) (Name),”

You didn't even bother asking the cliche “how do you know my name?” question. It was clear to you now. The gang knew you and they were angry with you for digging up on them. Yoongi was right. You had never felt such a horrible sense of regret and you feared you weren’t getting out of this alive.

“The research I’ve been doing?” you asked nervously. The man smiled sweetly, a contrast to his intimidating aura.

“Mhmmm~” he sang, sitting down on the couch as you stood anxiously. “But anyways, contrary to what those stupid fuckers in the news make us sound like, we aren’t demons. We don’t kill innocent people,”

You raised a brow but allowed a bit of hope to settle in your chest.

“You didn't really know what you were doing and from the research Hoseok hyung has done on you, it was only to make your company happy, right?”

You nodded slowly, briefly wondering who the hell Hoseok was. But the fact that this man was apparently understanding your situation was much more important. He wasn’t going to kill you.

“But I still think that she knows too much,” someone said, and you turned to the door to see a taller man walk in, a scowl on his face. In his hands was a bowl of plain rice and a water bottle and you eyed him from head to toe, instantly recognizing him from his piercings and bigger build. Knife boy.

“C’mon Jungkookie~” the man on the couch purred teasingly. “Don’t scare her,”

The bigger man looked to the other in shock and disgust. “Hyung don’t say our fucking names what if she-”

“She’s not going anywhere and she’s not gonna tell anyone,” he sighed. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

As a barely hidden threat, the orange-haired man tapped his gun and you nodded meekly. He suddenly smiled brightly as though he didn’t just threaten your life. Knife boy rolled his eyes and handed you the food, which you began scarfing down without a second thought. He raised a brow but didn’t say anything else.

“Jin hyung told me to bring her some food,” he muttered. “Because we’re not supposed to starve hostages,” he added sarcastically. The orange-haired male simpered.

“See?” he asked you teasingly. “We’re taking care of you,”

“Oh shut up Jimin,” another voice chuckled. “Quit acting like that. It isn’t you,”

Another man walked in, around the same height as “Jungkookie” with silver hair. His voice was deep and you recognized it from the footage. But it still sounded more familiar, like that wasn’t the only time you’d heard it. You racked your brain trying to find it, but could come up with nothing. On a completely different note, he was so extremely pretty. He had a sculpted face and unique eyes and his pink lips curved into a weak smile.

“I came to check if she was awake. Namjoon hyung wants to talk to her,” the deep voice of the man washed over you. “Jungkook, I thought you were on interrogation duty,”

“Yeah but then Jin hyung called,” Jungkook grumbled. “He told me to get her something to eat,”

“I’m sorry, can I please leave?” you interjected pleadingly, tears forming in your eyes because you were so scared and tired and you missed home. “I swear I won’t do anything more. I’ll keep my mouth shut just please let me go home. I didn't know, I’m sorry,”

The silver-haired male's eyes softened a bit but Jungkook spoke up in exhaustion.

“Look, we’d like to get you out of here and forget that you exist, too. But Namjoon hyung still has to decide what to do with you,”

Your blood ran cold. Decide what to do with you. Why did that sound like there was still a possibility that you could be killed? You hoped that this Namjoon was understanding but another part of you was convinced he wasn’t going to be. You were about to find out.

Namjoon was the man on the bus. You were absolutely sure of it. Though the man on the bus had his entire face covered, you would never forget those cold eyes. Dragon eyes.

The same eyes that were looking down at you with a steely, calculating gaze. You wanted to cry so badly but you bit your lip and forced the tears back. Yoongi would tell you to be strong.

“(Last Name) (Name). 21. Aspiring journalist. Did I get the basics?” Namjoon asked in a rough yet cold voice. You nodded slowly and he glanced down at you. “You’ve been getting yourself into places you shouldn't be Miss (Last Name),”

“I know I’m so sorry. Please don’t kill me,” the shaky words were out before you could stop them and your stomach dropped in fear.

Namjoon only sighed and asked you a question. “(Name), what do you think of us?”

“I-what?” you stuttered dumbly, feeling chills run up your spine.

“What do you think about us?” Namjoon repeated coolly and you balked.

“I….” you started. “..That you’re a dangerous gang,”

“And what makes us dangerous?”

“The fact that you’re involved in underground drug trading and burglaries and deaths-”

“How many deaths have you heard about?”

“A-A few,” you responded dumbly, eyes flitting over to Taehyung whose lips twitched upwards a bit at your glance, as though trying to comfort you. Nothing about this situation was comforting.

“And how many of those were innocent civilians, (Name)?” Namjoon asked, turning away from you.

“I-I don’t-” you struggled but Namjoon answered for you.

“None. Because we never allow innocents to get hurt in our business. The deaths you saw were all related to people involved in this life. I promise you that we don’t hurt innocent people. We may not be good but we aren’t evil,”

Jimin blinked slowly with a calm smirk and your shoulders dropped a bit. “S-So you...aren’t gonna kill me?”

“No,” Namjoon’s eyes flitted to you and you saw the fatigue behind them. “But you have to make us a promise,”

“And keep it,” another man, Hoseok, added from his spot behind Namjoon.

“You cannot get involved with us anymore. It’s very dangerous for you and your loved ones. No more digging and outing us to the news. You’re forbidden. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” you agreed easily, anything to get away from the dangers these boys were pulling you into.

“Be serious,” the handsome broad shouldered man piped up. “Otherwise things won’t end well for you,”

“I’ll send Jungkook to kill you,” Namjoon commented offhandedly. You glanced at the bulky male and gulped. You didn't like him very much and with what you’ve seen him do with a knife, you weren’t taking any chances.

“Yes sir,” you bowed quickly. “I promise,”

In the back of your mind, you wondered how they could be letting you go like this. For all they knew, you could go rat them out to the police as soon as you left. That’s when you realized that they were serious. They really didn't hurt innocent people. Even the threat of sending Jungkook after you was to scare you. They’d never act on it. They didn’t hurt innocents. That’s why they were giving you a second chance.

“Good,” Namjoon’s lips turned up and you were surprised at the dimples that appeared. When he smiled he looked much less intimidating and more like an overgrown bear. “You’ll have to be blindfolded before you step outside but once you get into the van, Taehyung will take you straight back to your apartment.

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly before pausing. “Wait-Taehyung?”

“Oh, I didn’t get to introduce myself,” the silver-haired man grinned. “Sorry we had to do all that to you. I’m Taehyung,”

Wasn’t that the name of…?

You pushed the thought aside and nodded softly. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Just because they were letting you go didn’t mean you were suddenly going to trust them. You were sure each of them had identical guns to the ones tucked in Jimin’s black jeans. In Jungkook’s case, maybe more than one.

“Take her back Taehyung. And (Name),” Namjoon called out. “Remember your promise,”

You nodded mutely and followed Taehyung out. He walked you down a corridor in relative silence. Well, what exactly do you say to a kidnapper anyways?

“Um, I know you’re probably scared and upset. I’m really sorry you had to go through that. We don’t normally do these kind of things. But we had to make sure that you weren’t a threat,”

You only nodded again and Taehyung sighed. “We were protecting the people we care about. I think you’d understand if you were in the situation,”

“I...understand,” you mumbled and Taehyung hummed a bit. As you continued down the hallway, you heard a faint grunt of pain. Then some talking and then another shout. Taehyung didn't say anything and continued walking but as you got closer to the room, the sounds became louder.

“-better tell me who the fuck it is, buddy,”

“GO TO HELL, ASSHOLE!!”

The sound of metal colliding with flesh and the howl of pain that followed made your skin crawl.

“Mm try again. Who the fuck sent you after us, huh?”

“I…I can’t tell you, man,”

Another loud blow, this time earning a scream. Your skin crawled as bile rose in your throat. The room was only a few steps away now, the door slightly open.

“I have all night, bitch. I’ll be here until you’re in so much pain you’ll be begging to die,”

There was only a whimper to be heard as you reached the door. Taehyung’s back was getting further away but you still decided to glance inside. You wish you didn’t .

You wish you didn't catch the familiar black hair and pink lips bent over another man’s bloodied body. His hair was messy and wet and his lips were pulled back into a bored snarl. His pretty hands were splattered with blood and his fingers were sporting a familiar piece of metal.

“Tell me,” he sighed condescendingly. “Who sent you?”

“Go….fuck…...yourself,” the other man wheezed. His gums appeared, but not in the smile you knew, but rather in a malicious smirk. A dark chuckle escaped his lips and you watched with tears in your eyes as he reeled his knuckled fist back before shooting it straight into the man’s head. You stumbled back with a shaky cry of disbelief, tears spilling over as you saw his face completely. Taehyung turned around in confusion but your eyes weren’t on him. Dark eyes narrowed at the body, the dark eyes that sparkled with love for you, now empty and cold and cruel. Though they didn’t see yours, you saw everything clearly, and every last bit of trust in you shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

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Plus One - Peter Parker (part one)

word count: 5123 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n’s) sister is getting married, and has high expectations that she’ll bring her boyfriend with her to the wedding. The boyfriend that doesn’t exist. Unlike Peter Parker, who very much does exist, and just happens to be free the day of the wedding to play the role. song: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado

PART ONE: Scott’s Noodles and Thor’s Gossip

[ oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me // oh you could mean everything to me] ___

With great joy, Alina (y/l/n) and Jonathan Davis cordially invite you to their wedding celebration on the twenty-first of June. The ceremony and celebration will be held at the Villa Barone Manor. RSVP with your choice of Chicken, Steak, or Fish.

(y/n) stared at the beautifully crafted invite in her hand, reading and re-reading the fine scripted words printed on it. She’d known of her sister’s wedding for months, a year even. She’d known that it was at the end of June, and she knew that she was the maid of honor since the day Jonathan had proposed to her sister, Alina.

She picked up her phone from where it was sat on her desk, reading the message her sister had sent regarding the wedding, (which was one week from today).

[ Ali ] : hey sis! you better have gotten your dress in the mail, i sent it a few days ago. Send me a picture of you in it!

Her eyes darted to her closet, where her dress hung in it’s protective plastic bag, untouched.

This wasn’t the text from Alina that troubled (y/n). It was the following one that had been sent just moments after the first, and dumped a weight onto the girl’s shoulders.

[ Ali ] : and babe you have a plus one! bring your boyfriend !! i’ve been dying to meet him!!

(y/n) set both her phone and the invite down on her desktop, and hung her head in her hands.

When she’d been recruited to the Avengers by Tony Stark himself, as an esteemed mechanical and technical engineer, and a certified genius, she’d moved away from home in NYC, and into the compound in upstate New York to pursue her talents.

Her parents and big sister were more than supportive of her achievements, but besides texting and a few Skype calls, they rarely were able to talk. Much less see each other. (y/n) hadn’t visited since Christmas, and was only in town for two days. Being a part of a team like the Avengers became her life, and a top priority.

However, being so far and barely having enough time to keep in touch meant that it was hard for her to send updates back home. Such as the update that the guy she’d been dating at Christmastime, had dumped her.

Besides, how do you send news like that in a casual text to your big sister?

(y/n) groaned, reading the texts again. She could always respond right now, with a picture of the dress and a quick message saying that she wouldn’t be bringing a plus one, because he hadn’t gotten enough attention from her and gave up on trying.

But she didn’t want to sound like she wanted Alina’s pity.

Alina was a loving, and protective big sister, as most older siblings turn out to be. And the older they got, the more this became apparent. While she respected (y/n) and all any of the things she chooses to do with her life, Alina was always pushing for (y/n) to have a significant other. At first (y/n) had laughed it off, treating it nonchalantly. But now she felt this pressure of pleasing her sister’s expectations.

[ (y/n) ] : trying on the dress now

She settled on something short and sweet instead, and took her special dress off of it’s hanger and pulled down the plastic covering it. She’d only seen it in pictures, and hadn’t taken it out of it’s wrap since it had arrived yesterday. Her guilt about not wanting to go to the wedding overshadowed her curiosity and excitement about such a gorgeous dress.

And it truly was gorgeous. A dark crimson color that Wanda Maximoff would wear well, (y/n) thought to herself as she slipped it on. The silky material pooled at the floor around her bare feet, but with the black strappy heels she’d be wearing to the wedding, it wouldn’t go any further than her ankles.

With the spaghetti straps and the deep v-neck that came to an end right at the middle of the valley of her breasts, she exposed just enough skin to feel a little scandalous and yet still appropriately dressed for the occasion.

I could always just go without a date and explain there, (y/n) thought as she admired the dress in her mirror. Her hands ran down the sides, softly stroking the silk. After spinning around a few times to view it at all angles, she decided that this might be the most beautiful thing she’s ever worn.

She snapped a picture in the mirror and sent it to her sister with a heart eyes emoji.

[ (y/n) ] : this is your best work yet, i’ve never worn something so beautiful

[ Ali ] : oh sis you’ve never LOOKED so beautiful [ Ali ] : drop dead GORGEOUS !!

(y/n) chuckled fondly at the incoming messages with countless compliments, and sent back a heart before finally taking the dress off to hang it back up in it’s plastic. From here on out she was going to be hellbent on keeping the fine material protected.

All she had to figure out now was how the hell she was going to find a date to the wedding in a week. ___

Scott Lang didn’t live at the compound like a few of the other Avengers did. But he sure was around a lot to not be staying there permanently.

(y/n) had told him this when she’d walked into the kitchen to see him making a cup of noodles in the microwave.

“If I didn’t have Cassie, and I guess my fiance, then I would live here” He’d told her animatedly.

“Fiance?” Peter Parker asked from where he sat at the kitchen table, with a burrito and a busted web shooter.

(y/n) would easily call Peter her best friend. Since the first day she’d moved into the building, she’d been thankful to have him around. He was her age, and just as nervous about living with the ‘actual freakin’ Avengers’ as he’d put it, as she was. They’d hit it off fast and spent a lot of their time, both working and casually, together.

Right now she’d planned to meet him in the kitchen for lunch and to give him a hand with figuring out what was wrong with his shooter.

��You proposed to Hope?” (y/n) asked Scott, a bit surprised. She knew Scott loved Hope Van Dyne in a way that a soulmate loves a soulmate, she just couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of him proposing to anybody.

“Well, she proposed to me,” He said bashfully, grinning widely and fondly at the memory. “Got down on one knee and everything. We were tiny at the time. I wanted to take her for a ride around on Cassie’s train set so she’d finally understand how fun it was, and she just… did it”

“Awe” Peter cooed.

“That’s really sweet Scott, I’m happy for you both,” (y/n) told him kindly, and squeezed his arm as she walked past him to sit with Peter at the table. “However, you’re not allowed to have any sort of wedding drama. I’m up to my knees in it already”

Peter seemed to sit up straighter, focusing his attention on her as he pushed his now empty plate aside.

“Oh my god I can’t believe I forgot, when’s your sister’s wedding?” He asked, and (y/n) sighed, wincing a bit.

“Next week,” She told him defeatedly. “And I’ve been awful. I only just tried on my dress this morning, bought my bus ticket down there a couple days ago… I’m so thoroughly fucked for this wedding-”

“Don’t let Steve here you talk like that” Scott teased, shoveling noodles into his mouth as he listened to (y/n) complain.

“Alina thinks I’m still dating Seth” (y/n) added reluctantly, and Peter’s eyes blew wide with surprise, only making the girl wince more.

“What? But you guys broke up before New Years”

“Who’s Seth?” Scott pried.

“We broke up at New Years. Like, literally at the party. Thirty seconds before the ball dropped” (y/n) groaned, squeezing her eyes shut tight and trying to burn the memory out of her mind.

“Who’s Seth?” Scott asked again, and he’d probably keep asking until he got an answer.

“A guy I dated, for like, a month. But just long enough that we were official when I was home for Christmas, so my family knew about him. And then when he broke up with me…”

“You just never told them?” Peter asked, and (y/n) nodded guiltily. “How? Don’t you and Alina talk about everything?”

“Sure, when I see her. But she’s so pushy about me having a boyfriend. She turns into a full psycho about my love life, and can’t help herself but meddle with it”

“Woah, back up,” Scott said with his mouth full, and swallowed before speaking again. “He broke up with you?”

(y/n) nodded, furrowing her brows as he seemed to be confused by this.

“But you’re an Avenger”

Peter ducked his head as he giggled at the statement, and (y/n’s) cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.

“That’s uh… that’s kinda why he broke up with me,” She said. “I was too focused on working here that I didn’t give him my full attention and… he left” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. Scott frowned, but she waved a dismissive hand. “It was months ago, and we were barely even together. I’m more than over it” She assured him.

Scott seemed to accept that as an answer, and continued to eat while eavesdropping on her and Peter.

“Are you gonna tell her that you aren’t dating him anymore?” Peter asked curiously, while (y/n) took his web shooter and began to tinker around with it.

“I don’t know what to do, she was so excited for me when I told her about him at Christmas,” (y/n) sighed, and popped open the cartridge that holds the web fluid. “I mean, more excited than when I became an Avenger, Peter. That’s some serious happiness”

He chuckled and smiled at her while she was totally focused on his gadget. He always thought she looked prettiest when she was tinkering with something, it’s why he always worked in the lab at the same times that she did.

Scott coughed, gaining Peter’s attention while (y/n) ignored it. The man gave Peter a suggestive wink and a grin, pointing his chopsticks towards (y/n). Peter just rolled his eyes and looked away.

“Do you have any ideas on what to do?” Peter asked, and she shook her head, not even looking up at him.

“She sent me a reminder with my invitation, and in a seperate text that I have a plus one, and that I better be using it,” She told him. “Basically threatened me” She added in a mutter.

“How much did you tell her about Seth?” Scott asked, wandering over to the table. It was clear that he was already working up a plan in his mind.

“That I had a boyfriend, and some exaggerated details about the kissing” (y/n) answered, shooting a smile towards Peter, who laughed quietly.

“You never showed her any pictures?” Scott asked, getting a bit more bubbly as he continued his questioning.

“We didn’t have any pictures” (y/n) replied.

“Did she even know his name?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I don’t think I was able to get a word out after, ‘I have a boyfriend, we made out a couple times’-”

“So she doesn’t know any details about him other than that he exists?” Scott asked.

“Yes, Lang. Now just spit it out-”

“Just bring Peter. Problem solved” Scott said, eating the last of his noodles, and tossing the cup into the garbage.

It bounced off the rim so he had to go pick it up and put it in the trash, dampening his moment a bit.

“What?” (y/n) let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not doing that,” She said shaking her head at both Peter and Scott. “That’s not fair to either of them”

Peter didn’t know what to say, and he tried his best to keep his expression neutral, but he figured his cheeks and neck were turning pink the longer he thought about it. Going to a wedding with (y/n), as her date, as her boyfriend. He’d do it in a heartbeat, obviously, but he could tell that the idea made (y/n) uncomfortable, so he stayed safe and opted to say nothing about it.

“Not fair? It wasn’t fair of- Elena, was it?”

“Alina”

“Right, it wasn’t fair of Alina to scare you into having and bringing a boyfriend anyways. And Peter doesn’t have anything better to do, right, Peter?” Scott turned to Peter, raising his brows and widening his eyes to make his point. His expression screamed play along.

“I mean- I- no I don’t but-”

“Scott, cut it out,” (y/n) said while Peter was stuttering. “I’ll just find a time to call her and explain myself”

“But it’s an easy solution to your problem!” Scott whined, earning glare from (y/n), before she went back to prodding at the web shooter, trying her best to avoid this situation.

“But the right solution would be to be honest- oh my god!”

While she was muttering to Scott, she got too aggressive with her tinkering, and the web fluid cartridge busted open, spilling the sticky substance all over her hands and wrists, and webbing them stuck together.

She groaned, and Peter was quick to shove his hands in his pockets in search of the dissolver he’d created, pretty much just for these situations.

“Don’t worry,” He said, taking her hands and pouring it over the web fluid. “It just peels off when this stuff activates with it”

“Thanks” (y/n) said, already starting to peel off the pieces she could, Peter helping her with it. Scott watched with a weird look on his face as the two interacted intimately while pulling the web fluid off (y/n’s) hands like dried glue.

“You guys are close enough already, you’d be convincing”

(y/n) narrowed her eyes at the man, threatening him with just a look.

“If my hands weren’t bound together right now, I’d wrap them both around your neck” She threatened him verbally too, for safe measure.

Scott gave her a thumbs up, and left the room without another word.

“I could always fake my death,” (y/n) joked, trying to get rid of the weird tension Scott had left in the room. “Then I wouldn’t even have to go” Peter laughed with her as he got rid of the last of the webbing on her hand.

“You’ll figure it out,” Peter shrugged. “You’re a genius remember?” She giggled at how kindly he’d reminded her, and shook her head.

“Yeah, well, I’m off to disappoint my sister and fix your web shooters again,” (y/n) said, giving him an ironically large smile as she got up from the table and headed off to the lab. “Common room for a movie tonight?” She asked before she left the kitchen. “I’ll order pizza” She added with a grin, like she even needed to bribe him to hang out with her.

“It’s my turn to pick the movie” He agreed, and she nodded before heading out of the kitchen.

“No Star Wars!” She called from the hallway, leaving Peter to chuckle to himself.

He’d never get her to watch Star Wars with him. ___

“I don’t understand your dilemma,” Thor said, tossing Mjolnir from hand to hand like it were a football. “Why don’t you just take the Parker boy to the wedding?”

(y/n) sighed, and halted her soldering, looking up to Thor and setting down the tool so that she could explain it more clearly to him.

“Alina, my sister, thinks I’m dating a guy, because last time I saw her, I was dating Seth”

“Okay” Thor nodded for her to go on, signaling he understood so far.

“And Scott Lang, the guy that drives a kidnapper van and was on house arrest until last year, wants me to bring Peter and pretend he’s my boyfriend” She moved her hands erratically every time she put emphasis on a word.

Thor pursed his lips and nodded slowly, eyes narrowing as he thought about it all together.

“Sorry. You lost me again,” He told her, and the girl hung her head in defeat. “What is your reasoning for not bringing Parker? He’s a fine young man, isn’t he?”

“Of course, sure,” You agreed as casually as you could, shrugging and nodding. “But I’m not gonna ask him to pretend to be my boyfriend, that’s ridiculous! Like anyone would believe it anyways-”

“Oh, I’m sure they’d believe it Miss (y/l/n)” Thor chuckled suggestively, earning a quirked brow from (y/n) as she suspiciously watched him.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, crossing her arms, and abandoning her project on Peter’s web shooters for now.

“It means that I thought you two were an uh… item, when I met you both” Thor told her honestly.

“What?” She scoffed, thinking he was lying. “How? How did you think that?”

“I walked into the room and you were being all, you know,” Thor shrugged. “Romantic”

“Romantic?” (y/n) repeated disbelievingly.

“Yes!” Thor answered delightedly, swinging his arms open wide, and making her jump a bit. She hated that he swung his hammer around so nonchalantly. Thor set it down on the ground to avoid any further jump scares.

“Remind me, what part of our meeting led you to believe that Peter and I were being romantic?” She asked, cocking her head to the side as though challenging him. “Pretty sure we were watching a movie… that’s pretty casual stuff”

“You were sat on the floor between his legs, Miss (y/l/n), what else was I to believe?” Thor said smugly. (y/n) furrowed her brows, and parted her lips to say something, but nothing came to mind other than weak arguments.

“So?”

“He was also braiding your hair,” Thor added, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Ah, I remember the warm summer nights where Jane and I would make love all evening, and I would braid her hair as well. If that isn’t damn romance at it’s finest…”

“Okay, okay I get it” (y/n) grumbled, and decided to just go back to finishing up the web shooter. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could get out of here and forget any of this ever happened.

Thor frowned at her actions, puzzled yet again by (y/n’s) strange actions.

“You’ll have to forgive me Miss (y/l/n) if I’ve upset you. I’d thought that you would enjoy the idea” He told her genuinely. Thor was a being of eternal kindness, and always intended the best for those he cared about. He just wasn’t great at displaying that in a more… human way.

“Why the hell would I enjoy the idea?” (y/n) asked, eyes trained on the soldering device as she precisely sealed the gadget back together.

“I had thought that your feelings for Parker would lead you to-”

Thor stopped speaking when (y/n’s) head snapped up at his words, almost soldering her finger had she not been paying attention.

“What?” She spoke harshly, but softly. “What gave you that delusion?”

Thor just smiled at her, and shook his head. He didn’t have to give her the evidence for that one, because she had it herself.

“You look at him with love,” He said simply. “It’s very sweet”

(y/n) blinked, at a loss for words completely now. If you’d told her three years ago that one day she would be working in a Stark lab and arguing with Thor the God of Thunder about whether or not she has a crush on Spider-Man, she would’ve laughed in your face. But here she was now, trying to come up with a way to shut the idea down in his brain before he could go spouting off this information to the others.

Thor liked to gossip about ‘office crushes’ as he called them, more than one might think.

“I…” She started, but failed to find a train of thought to finish. “Thor… you can’t… I don’t…”

With a groan, she sat down on the workbench and ran her hands through her hair, before tying it back rather aggressively.

“You’re worked up,” Thor noted, and she gave him a no shit, look. “I’ll leave you be, seems you have a lot to work on here tonight”

Thor stood to leave, giving her an appreciative nod for her time, and summoned Mjolnir to his hand on his way out.

“Goodnight” (y/n) mumbled after he’d already left.

She knew he was right, and she knew that he knew he was right. It didn’t take much for anyone to notice that (y/n) harbored some pretty serious and not so platonic feelings for Peter Parker. But you couldn’t blame her. Not when he was always so kind and loving and his his stupid dopey smile-

She shook her head and went back to her work, deciding that she needed the distraction.

Inviting Peter to be her fake boyfriend? No way, that was cheesy, it was lame. She didn’t need to pretend to have a boyfriend to get her sister’s approval. She worked with the Avengers, she lived in the same building as Iron Man and Captain America and Black Widow, she didn’t need a love life to show off when she had this lifestyle.

Right? ___

She’d burst into Peter’s bedroom without warning, and it was clear to him that she’d sprinted from the elevator and down the hall, because she was panting, and her hair was a mess.

“You alright?” He asked, standing up from his desk and looking her up and down. (y/n) had spent plenty of time in his room, but she always knocked first, or gave him a warning that she was coming in.

“Okay, hear me out” She said, waving her hands around. She was holding her phone and a pizza box, and Peter took them both before she’d throw them somewhere by mistake.

“I’m listening” He said curiously, and took a slice of the pizza while he waited for (y/n) to explain this little outburst.

“So I know it’s crazy, and I wanted Scott to shut up earlier so bad I was about to slap him,” She rambled, and Peter chuckled, but still seemed a bit confused. “But look I- I can’t tell my sister that I don’t have a boyfriend, okay? Like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted for me, ever. It doesn’t matter that I graduated top of my class and that I’m working here now? Who cares that I personally know Carol Danvers if I don’t have a boyfriend, right?”

“Uh-”

“And I swear I tried, alright? I drafted a few texts, wrote out a few ideas even before typing it, I was very serious about being honest with her, okay?”

“Okay?” Peter answered, mouth full of pizza, and a cute crease between his brows. He thought he’d known where this was going when she started, but now she was on a rant about trust and honesty and the boy was lost, so he just kept eating the pizza.

“- okay, I’m getting off track. My question is…” (y/n) wrung her hands together as she looked back to Peter nervously. “Willyoubemyfakeboyfriendnextweek?”

He grinned at her, having heard every word despite her forcing them out in one clump of slurs.

“Awe, (y/n/n),” He mocked, placing a hand over his heart. He stuck out his bottom lip just to mess with her, watching her fumble and anxiously wait for his answer. “I thought you’d never ask”

“Shut up,” She hit his arm and shook her head. “Will you?”

“Yeah of course,” Peter shrugged like it was a totally normal occurrence. “Gonna need to get a suit though”

“I’ll text Tony,” (y/n) answered quickly. If he was going to be doing this huge favor for her, she’d get whatever he needed for the rest of his life. “Anything else?”

“I mean, you’ll have to tell me what ticket you bought so I can get the same one, you know, so I can actually be there” Peter thought aloud.

(y/n) nodded, and grabbed her phone, starting a new notepad so that she could plan out what they’d need to do for the next week. Suit. Bus ticket.

“We’ll have to come up with a story, too,” She said, and sat down on his bed, taking a piece of pizza as she brainstormed something believable. “Something cheesy”

“Why does it have to be cheesy?”

“Because it’s you, and it’ll be more realistic that way” She shrugged, and typed backstory into her phone.

“You think I’m cheesy?” Peter asked, taking another slice and leaning against his dresser.

“Pete,” (y/n) giggled. “For my birthday, you took me on a swing around the city, and we wined and dined on the rooftop and watched the sunset”

His face went pink at the memory, and (y/n) laughed more.

“It was sweet, don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of it. But that’s the cheesiest that it gets”

“Okay, okay. So we got together in a cheesy way. Did I ask you out?” He thought, and (y/n) nodded in agreement.

“It just has to be before Christmas” She told him.

“Wow, we’ve been together for seven months? Time flies when you’re in love” He teased, and her face lit up.

“Oh my god! Boundaries!”

“Sorry-!” Peter panicked, but she shook her head.

“No, not that, what I mean is technically we’ll have been together for half a year, you know?” She explained. “You’re gonna have to remember to tell me you love me all the time,” She said, and Peter nodded.

That shouldn’t be too hard.

“And we’ll be staying with my sister at my parents’ house. Jonathan is taking over their apartment before the wedding, and they can’t see each other before the ceremony- anyways, so we’ll have to be like…”

“Touchy?” Peter asked, a bit unsure. (y/n) nodded, eating her pizza so she didn’t have to say anything right away.

“It’s just a couple of days,” She reminded him. “And if at any point it gets weird then we’ll just… stop,” She finished quietly, a part of her hoping that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable about it. “We’ll be really honest, right?” She asked, “Like, we have to dial communication up to eleven, because if I do something that-”

“We’ll be alright,” Peter chuckled. “But yeah, communication”

He was fairly certain that he was going to have no problem with this.

“So, what was my grand gesture?” Peter asked. “Was it love at first sight, or did you string me along and watch me pine?” (y/n) giggled and shook her head.

“Whatever you want Pete”

“Stringing me along it is” He decided, and watched her smile at him delightedly.

“I said ‘I love you’ first though, I call dibs”

“You call dibs on saying I love you first?” Peter asked, and she nodded eagerly. “Fine, but I still made the first move”

“Deal”

They laughed to themselves at how crazy this was, crafting a story of their relationship.

“This is kind of fun” (y/n) said after they’d gone through every detail they possibly could. It was probably too much, but it was easy to get off track. It was like writing a romance novel, as both of them shared ideas that they’d daydreamed about and thought would be a romantic tidbit to add, if anyone were to ask them about it.

“It is,” Peter agreed, giving her a soft smile. “I feel like that makes us manipulative, but,” He shrugged, and (y/n) chuckled, ripping the last pizza slice in half and sharing it with him. “Thanks,” He mumbled, and he tapped his slice against hers. “Cheers”

“Cheers,” She repeated. “To our beautiful relationship, full of love and romance” She giggled as she took a bite, and Peter forced a small laugh.

It was comfortably quiet between them both as their brains ran wild with how they pictured next weekend going. (y/n) figured it’d be simple. On Friday, they would bus down, and get into town late, pretty much going to bed as soon as they got to her parents’ house. Saturday morning would be brunch with the whole family, and likely some last minute plan changing on her sister’s part. She’d probably get to give Peter a little tour of her hometown if she wasn’t needed for maid of honor duties, and they’d have a relaxing dinner the night before the wedding with her parents and sister. Sunday would probably be hectic, hair, makeup, dresses, suits, and a one hundred percent chance of tears as well. But the ceremony would be beautiful, and once they made it to the party afterwards, everything would be easy. Everyone would dance and have some drinks and reminisce and mingle, it’ll be fun.

It’ll be fun, she repeated in her head.

“Hey, (y/n/n)?” Peter called out, and the nerves were clear in his tone.

“Hm?” She hummed, and laid back on his bed after finishing her pizza.

“Are we gonna have to… um… kiss?”

She looked over at him, appearing just as surprised as he’d felt when the thought crossed his mind. How had they not thought of that?

“Oh” She said softly.

“Did I make it weird?” Peter asked, regretting ever mentioning it. “Oh my god, I made it weird already-”

“No, you didn’t,” She reassured. “I just… hadn’t thought about it. I guess we could always just not kiss…” (y/n) trailed off, and gauged Peter for his reaction. He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly.

“I’ll just kiss your cheek if the moment comes up”

“Good plan” She replied quickly, probably too quickly, and they both nodded their heads rapidly.

“Yeah, yeah that is a good plan” Peter mumbled to himself.

It was quiet again, and they were reimagining the whole trip now. What if the moment did come up where they were expected to kiss? (y/n) knew she was overthinking this whole thing and taking it way too far, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Want to go watch a movie now?” Peter asked, and she nodded, quickly following him out of his room and towards the elevator so they could go to the common room.

Suit. Bus ticket. Backstory. Pull it off.

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secret-kpoplibrary · 6 years

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Mafia’s Girl Pt. 6

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2875

Warnings: None really this time

Genre: Might find some angst if you squint

Summary: Being kidnapped and hired by the biggest gang leader in your city was never part of your plan. Yet here you are, working for him now, doing odd jobs here and there, nothing too dangerous. Little did you know he wanted more from you than to be just another employee. He planned to make you his. How exactly was he going to do that? With your attitude it wasn’t going to be easy, but what Suga wants, Suga gets, every time. Would you be the exception?

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You'd heard from Yoongi once in the last 2 months. He asked you to go down to a warehouse with Hoseok and check out a potential threat, but that was a few weeks back and other than that it has been radio silence on his end. Not that you mind really. You'd gotten back into the swing of your life quickly once you came back. You're back in your own apartment and after having a few conversations with Namjoon about the whole Mafia thing he's come to terms with the change to your life. He's even gotten close with Taehyung and Hoseok. The four of you becoming fast friends although they still think Namjoon doesn't know about any of your involvement in Yoongi's mafia business. You're sitting on Namjoon's couch mid marathon of your favorite shit show, Grey's anatomy, when your phone buzzes. You ignore it at first, but then it goes off again so you reluctantly check it.

M.Y. Boss: There's a car waiting for you outside your building.

M.Y. Boss: Hurry up.

"Uh hey Joon? We're gonna have to press pause on the marathon for today." You say confusion laced through your voice.

"What? Why?" He asks.

"I uh, have to go apparently." You say getting up to put on your shoes.

"Apparently?"

"Boss man sent a car for me." You say.

"Didn't you say you haven't seen him in two months?"

"Yes, but he's not very patient so, whatever he wants best not keep him waiting." You say opening the door.

"Be careful! And keep me updated, this man can't go radio silence on you and just demand your presence."

"He's my boss not my boyfriend, so yes, he can." You say with a chuckle before leaving the apartment. You make your way downstairs and climb inside the very car that picked you up for your first mission once upon a time ago.

"Hello Miss Y/n. It's good to see you again." Jungkook says when you enter.

"Hello Jungkook. How are you?" You ask smiling at him.

"I'm well, thank you. How are you?" He asks.

"You're so unnecessarily formal. I'm okay Kooks." You laugh.

"K-Kooks?" He asks taken aback by the nickname.

"It's a nickname. Does it bother you?" You ask.

"I-I kinda like it." He says.

"Okay, then Kooks it is." You nod. The two of you lapse into a comfortable kind of silence for the rest of the ride.

"You remember how to get to the Boss's office right?" Jungkook asks you as you both enter the huge house.

"Yes I do Kookie, thank you." You say taking off in the direction of Yoongi's office. You knock on the door briskly waiting for a response.

"Come in." You hear through the door so you open it and walk inside, closing it behind you.

"You wanted to see me boss?" You say.

"Yes. I'm hosting an event tonight." He says.

"Okay?" You say with confusion.

"Your outfit is in the room you stayed in before if you remember where it was." He says dismissively.

"Outfit for...?"

"The event."

"Oh! Was that supposed to be an invitation?" You scoff.

"No. You have to go. It was an order." He says looking at you.

"Yeah no thanks. Don't really do fancy parties." You say.

"You have to be there."

"Why? I'm just barely a field agent." You roll your eyes.

"No. You're my '02. Which means you have to go." He sighs.

"I can only assume you're '01. How many numbers ya got? And how am I '02? I just got here." You cross your arms."There are six others. '03 through '08.""Who are they?"

"The ones you've met are Dr. Kim, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook in no particular order. You'll meet the last member tonight."

"That only makes five." You say.

"The sixth member needs to be replaced."

"Your computer genius?" You ask although it's not really a question.

"Yes." He nods anyway.

"Now go get ready. It starts at eight."

"I still don't get why you're making me go." You roll your eyes.

"Because the worst of the worst will be there and you need to familiarize yourself with the kind of life you're involved in now. It's changed a lot since you were ten." He says.

"But as a field agent I literally just have to do what you say and get things done. I'm not rubbing elbows with the 'rich and famous' of the drug world on a regular basis. Plus you said no one would know I work for you anyhow." You argue.

"Just be ready by eight o'clock y/n. Stop being so stubborn." He sighs. You roll your eyes but don't say anything else as you leave his office. You head up to the room you stayed in before and immediately call Namjoon.

"So what's the deal?" He asks picking up after a couple rings.

"He's having a party tonight, and I have to attend." You scoff.

"You sound upset." He chuckles.

"Hello? Parties shouldn't be mandatory. Besides it's all these big bad drug dealers probably from all over the country and that makes me nervous." You say opening the dark grey garment bag that's laying dauntingly on the bed.

"I mean, it doesn't seem like you have much of a choice." He chuckles.

"I don't." You mutter eyeing the dress.

"Wait what are you wearing? You didn't take clothes." He asks.

"Yeah. He, or more likely someone else picked out a dress for me." You say cautiously picking it up to look at it closely. The dress is rose gold, sparkly as all hell, and while your front is aptly covered, the back of the dress basically only covers your spine with four pale gold spaghetti straps of fabric connecting the back to the front, leaving the rest of your back open. The matching stilettos are at least five inches tall.

"Is it nice? Do you like it?" He asks.

"It's... sexy." You mutter.

"Sexy? Is that good?" He asks.

"I dunno, I mean I've made a living off sexy, you know that, but I feel like I'm going as his arm candy or some shit to be honest." You say placing your phone on the dresser and putting Namjoon on speaker so you can change.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asks.

"I'll let you know after tonight." You say looking at yourself in the mirror.

"I do look gorgeous in this dress though." You tell him as you apply your makeup.

"Of course you do. When don't you look gorgeous?" He laughs.

"Shut up my goodness." You roll your eyes. You continue speaking to Namjoon until there's a knock on the door at eight o'clock. It took you quite a while to finish your make up since you weren't sure what colors to use to match the dress. You eventually decided on golden shimmery eye shadow with thick black eyeliner and a pink matte lipstick.

"Woah, you look... gorgeous y/n." Hoseok says when you open the door.

"Thank you Hobi." You smile.

"Boss told me to make sure you made it to the party." He says holding his arm out for you to loop yours through it.

"How sweet." You chuckle looping your arm through his.

"Sweet is my middle name." He winks causing you to laugh.

"So is the party here? That doesn't seem really smart. What if someone tries something?"

"You think just like him. He owns a beach house about twenty minutes from here he's hosting it there." Hoseok says as he opens the door to his car for you.

"Thank you." You nod.

"You're welcome." He winks again.

"That explains the radio silence in the house." You say once he enters the car.

"Yep. It started about an hour ago but he told me not to get you until eight o'clock." Hoseok says pulling off.

"Is Tae already there then?" You ask.

"Yeah, he almost came with me to get you but got sidetracked playing pool." He says. "Are you excited?" He asks.

"Not in the slightest." You say.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Look I'm all for parties and junk but I don't see why I have to be at this party. I don't like the idea of having to be around so many people like my father." You say.

"Like your father?"

"Oh did Suga not tell you? My father was a pretty big deal in this whole drug trading thing." You say.

"Wait a second what? Does the boss know that?"

"Well he killed him, because of me. So yeah, he knows."

"Does he know you don't want to come?" Hoseok asks.

"I told him. Didn't matter. It wasn't a choice it was an order. So here I am."

"Well then Tae and I will do our best to make sure you have a good time tonight. Promise."

"Thank you Hobi." You smile.

"No problem, you just have to promise to try and let loose a little."

"Excuse me. I practically live in a club, I can let loose just fine." You scoff.

"Then tonight will be good for you." He nods. With that you lapse into silence for the remaining half of the drive. When you arrive the beach house is crowded. Like any typical house party there are people scattered about all over the place and music can be heard playing from the backyard. "Ready to go in?" Hoseok says after he's parked.

"Yes." You say with a deep breath and a smile. You get out of the car and Hoseok rushes to your side, placing his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walk into the house. He walks you over to Taehyung before going to get you a drink.

"Tae Tae!" You say drawing his attention from his conversation.

"Y/n! You came!" He smiles sweeping you into a hug.

"I didn't have a choice." You laugh. "But having you and Hope here will make up for it." You add.

"Where is he by the way? Did he abandon you?" Taehyung asks not seeing him anywhere.

"He went to get me something to drink. He should be back any minute." You say.

"You look really good in that dress by the way." Taehyung says.

"Thank you. It isn't mine." You tell him.

"Well it's not like I can return it so, I hope you plan on keeping it." He says.

"Wait a second you picked this out?" You ask.

"Surprised?" He winks.

"Given your wonderful fashion sense not really." You laugh.

"The boss is going to fall at your feet when he sees you." Taehyung smiles.

"He doesn't know what I'm wearing?" You ask.

"Not a clue. I wouldn't tell him."

"Wouldn't tell who what?" Hoseok asks returning with a bottle which he hands to you.

"I wouldn't tell the boss what I put y/n in for the night." Taehyung explains. You glance at the drink before taking a sip of the red colored liquid.

"Well she looks hot."

"Dude what is this stuff?" You ask Hoseok. It's pretty decent but you've never heard of it and the sweetness surprises you.

“It's called happy juice, Suga likes to get it for parties. It's a fruit punch flavored alcohol." He explains.

"So what do you guys do at these things?" You ask them.

"Mingle, flirt, meet clients." Taehyung says.

"Okay well I'm going to go search for Suga." You announce.

"Want us to come with you?" Hoseok asks.

"No, I'll be fine." You wave them off before wandering away. As you make your away around the room looking for your boss a man comes over to speak to you.

"Hello." He smiles.

"Hi." You say slyly.

"I've never seen you at one of Suga's parties before." He notes.

"This is my first one actually." You say honestly.

"I figured. There's no way I'd forget a body like yours." He says looking you up and down. You take a sip of your drink in an attempt to drown your nerves when an arm slips around your waist.

"You look absolutely stunning y/n." You hear, the person's breath tickling your ear. You glance at the person beside you and are relieved to see it's Suga.

"Thank you- Suga." You smile at him.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks turning his attention to the man you were speaking to before.

"Well I was planning on taking her home with me. So yes actually you are." The man's brazen words stun you for a moment.

"If you plan to take someone home you'd better find someone else Jax because she's not going with you." Yoongi says holding you tightly.

"Aw come on Suga you could have any girl in the room, let me have this one."

"No can do, she's mine, and I don't share. Isn't that right babygirl?" Yoongi smiles. The man looks skeptical of his proclamation and glances at you for confirmation.

"Yes daddy." You say with a smile. Yoongi smirks at you seemingly satisfied with your answer. Yoongi guides you quickly away from the man.

"Daddy? Nice touch." He says smugly. You almost want to hide away from embarrassment, you're not sure what made you even say that.

"I was trying to make the lie convincing." You shrug.

"I wasn’t lying. You're mine. I mean it." He says.

"I'm your employee." You say.

"You think I don't have enough of those?" He scoffs.

"Look I didn't want to tell you this way but I guess I should explain what '02 means."

"Oh I finally get an explanation on that?" You say sarcastically. His jaw clenches but he chooses to ignore your sassy remark.

"First I'll explain the others. Obviously I didn't start off with such a formidable reputation, but as I made my way there I developed a team, people I'd trust with my life, more so than body guards or employees that pledged to protect me with their lives. These guys were like family." He says."Hoseok, he's '03, hence why he's head of security. I trust him more than I'd trust my own blood. He might as well be my brother. The doctor, Jin, I've known him since we were kids, he's '04, during my very first knife fight he came right away, treated me, he was still a med student at the time, but he's always been there for me, for my employees. Much like you he's got a regular life, respectable doctor in the med field so he doesn't do field work. Taehyung, he's '05. I met him somewhere along the way and only really took a liking to him because Hoseok adored him. He's very driven though. '06 is a guy named Jimin, you haven't met him, he started out just being my personal trainer, but one night he saw just a little too much, he was valuable, so I offered him a job instead of threatening to kill him, he jumped at it. Jungkook is '07, cute kid, he got dragged into all this too young. His parents were killed, it was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There as a shootout, it was bad, Jungkook was sixteen. I couldn't just leave him there, like that, traumatized. '08 was childhood friend of mine who turned out to be working with one of my rivals." Yoongi says.

"I-" You start.

"I didn't really skip '02 on purpose. Initially it was Hoseok, but as I developed close ties with more people Jin pointed out to me that one day I may want a queen to rule my empire. So at his suggestion I did some shifting and left a spot if the right person came along, one I believed could rule with me." He says.

"Rule with you?" You mutter.

"Well, they say life's only worth living if you have someone to love. That life without a partner is a life unfulfilled." He says.

"And you believe that crap?" You scoff.

"I didn't, but then I saw you, and I knew right away that I'd never let another woman take that '02 spot if not you." He says.

"You're joking, right?" You look at him.

"No. I'm not joking y/n, you're going to be my queen." He says.

"First of all you can't force me to be your queen. Second of all I certainly don't like you enough to be your queen if it means what I think it means. This is ridiculous." You say shaking your head and turning on your heel to walk away from him.

"Stop fucking walking away from me all the damn time!" He growls grabbing your arm.

"Well maybe if you'd quit pissing me off I'd be less likely to storm away." You snap wrenching your arm out of his grip before pushing him back. The surprise causes him to stumble back but by the time he's gotten his footing you've disappeared into the crowd. You quickly make your way out of the beach house and call Namjoon as you walk up the street. You find yourself at a nice looking hotel and he agrees to pick you up from there though very confused as to what your doing that far out of the city.

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A/N: W O W remember this story guys? Yeah it’s not dead. I just got side tracked writing something else but now I’ve finished it so get ready to read the rest

Part 6/???

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elliyoyo · 6 years

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Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker/Reader)

A double update? In one weekend? Yes, this is really me, I’m okay, I’m just hyped to write about the actual loml after Infinity War. Again, just a reminder, this fic will have NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS. I repeat THIS IS SPOILER FREE AND SAFE TO READ.

Warnings: Swearing, kind of a makeup tutorial in a fic, lots of description, cliche kind of kissing, blinding highlights, my own head canon for Peter’s skin type, and a make out session

Words: 1879 (I went overboard, I know, I’m not sorry)

“There’s no way I’m letting you touch me with any of that, (Y/N),” Peter says, his eyes suspiciously scanning over the many bottles and compacts of makeup now splayed across his bed. You pick up foundations and take his arm, wanting to start color matching him so you could be done with the look you were doing before Aunt May went to bed, which was lifetimes away, so you weren’t too worried about it. Even so, you told her to come check on the progress in about an hour, even though Peter kept protesting getting his makeup done in the first place.

He tries to pull his arm away, but before he can, you reassure him with, “It’s nothing bad. It’s gonna be like I’m painting on your arm, then when I find the right shade I start painting your face.”

You shoot him a smile and pump a little drop of your foundations out on his arm. The drugstore one you had run out and grabbed earlier today was the one that worked best, probably because you had a keen eye for shade matching and your foundation shades were bound to either not fit his complexion or skin type. So before you came over, you quizzed him and grabbed one you thought would be perfect.

“They look weird. Why are some all gel-ish and some are runny and some—”

“We just know that the different textures and different formulas have different results. I have no clue how they do it, that’s their secret.” You laugh and grab your primers before you put any foundation on him. “Alright, Peter, time to play 20 questions again.”

“What? I thought you already had a foundation for me?”

“I do, but I need to find out what I need for primer. They’re also specialized to skin type and all that. Plus, it’s fun because I get to learn about you.” You pick up the five different ones you had, all drug store, but differently colored and purposed.

“...Alright, then ask me the things,” he sighs, giving in, knowing that if he wanted to look like all the girls on instagram that everyone obsessed about (and get the $5 you promised him for being your personal barbie doll for the night), he had to just answer the questions and let it be over with.

“Do you have a problem with your pores or too much oil on your nose, forehead, or chin?”

“The pores on my nose kinda bug me sometimes. I heard that if you put an ice cube on there, it closes them up a little bit, so I do that every morning when I brush my teeth,” he admits, flushing slightly pink, thinking it was kind of a weird thing to do.

“Alright. Have you done anything else about it? Soaps, treatments, masks— any of that?”

“...” He is silent for a moment, flushing even more, before admitting even more. “I sneak some of Aunt May’s soap every once in awhile to clean the pores and when I have a few extra bucks, I’ll grab a pore tightening mask.”

“I never knew you were so into facial care. Now that I know your secrets, I may one day look as perfect as you,” you joke, but you’re secretly serious. You would do anything to have his perfectly smooth, acne-free skin, even though it’s marred by cuts or bruises sometimes from some of the fights he’ll tell you about now and then. “So you take extremely good care of yourself and are conscious of pores. Any of the oiliness or no?”

“Not unless I’m doing a little workout or in gym class, no.” You nod, putting the mattifying and redness-cancelling primers aside.

“Are you looking for a big glow or a more natural look?”

“I guess natural. I don’t wanna look like a light bulb, you know?”

“Right, right, that’s Mr. Stark’s job.” You snort out a laugh, avoiding Peter’s hand as it goes to slap your shoulder. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to offend your dad.”

“He’s not my Dad! He’s just my boss and mentor and all that… And he doesn’t look like a lightbulb. He’s just… shiny.”

“So are lightbulbs, case closed.” You put the extreme illuminating primer aside with the other two as well. “Lastly, is your skin dry at all? Any flaky bits or spots that feel a big rugged when you run your fingers over it?”

“Not dry, but my slight beard coming in is a bit rugged sometimes…”

“Peter, you say that like you’ve got a beard that’s braid worthy or something, calm down there.” You set the hydrating one in the pile of rejects as well, focusing on the poreless primer that was still remaining in front of him. “Then here we go, we’ll use a poreless one on your forehead, nose, and chin, then just use a base moisturizer over everything so you still have a base for the foundation.”

Peter looked at you curiously as you squeezed out the peach-colored gel and started putting it on his nose first. He makes a face and scrunches his nose for a moment, muttering something about how it smelled and he didn’t think he was going to like this.

You then put a little more on his forehead and chin, grabbing a beauty blender that you had wet beforehand, making sure there was no excess water before you start buffing out the primer. You then grab the bottle of moisturizer and pump a little onto his entire face once you’ve given it time to sink in.

“Alright this foundation is going to feel like a weird extra layer of skin that you can’t pull off, but you seriously can’t touch it or feel it because it can and will rub off on your fingers if you do,” you warm him, pumping some of the foundation onto the back of your hand. You take a brush and start applying it liberally, knowing you were going to need to pack on heavy highlighter and contour to make him look like the Instagram model he wanted to be.

“It feels like you’re smearing pancake mix on my face. Half of me loves it and half of me absolutely hates it.”

“Focus on the half that loves it, ‘cause we’ve got a lot more to do.” With that, you grab your beauty blender and start to blend the foundation into his face, neck, and ears, making sure that he didn’t look cakey, but also had a nice, even base. “And now is where you need to stay very still and non-complain-y.”

You pick up the blush compact from beside you and sigh. Oh, how you wanted to make him look like a certain villain that isn’t even present in the marvel universe, but you were a kind significant other, so you restrained yourself from doing so.

Kind of.

—

Forty-five minutes and about fifteen brushes later, Peter Benjamin Parker has perfect smokey eyes, winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut someone, lashes put on perfectly to compliment the rest of his eye look, eyebrows done up to the gods, a blinding highlight, contour that he really didn’t need because he’s already got those good cheekbones, and the perfect Jenner lip look.

“You look… Woah.” You try to keep your mouth shut, or else a lengthy rant about how he looks super hot will come tumbling out, but it doesn’t work. You can’t help but gape at how amazing he looks, hair tousled, highlight shining from the moonlight shining through the window, his eyes only popping more from how you lined his waterline.

“Am I leaving you speechless?” He strikes a pose, puckering his lips with a small laugh, but fails to notice how your eyes bug out for a second at the beautiful sight.

You must have zoned out for a moment staring at him because the next thing you know, he’s way closer than you remembered and he’s calling your name, trying to get your attention back on him, unaware that it never left.

“(Y/N), you alright? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve fallen in l—”

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, Peter.”

“—ove with this look… Oh…”

“Oh, I didn’t… You can just ignore the fact that I said that if you want to, I’m sorry.”

“No, I, uh… I just didn’t, you know, um, expect it! It’s great that you love me, actually, ‘cause surprise! I love me— you— I love you, too!”

There’s an awkward silence for a moment before you two both lean in a little further for what seems like centuries before your lips connect. Neither of you move for a moment, afraid to do something wrong, but once it passes, you place your hand on his cheek and he puts a hand on your waist so he can steadily move towards you.

Soon enough, he’s over you, his fingers intertwined with yours while still keeping him above you and not crushing you into his mattress. You slide your tongue into his mouth at one point, courageously making the first move, but as soon as you do so, his door is opened by Aunt May, who takes a moment to see what’s going on.

“Hey, how’s the look going? I really hope you made him look weird— it would be going straight on my facebo— Peter what are you doing?!”

He jumps off of you, hitting his head on the top bunk with a small gasp. He looks down at you for a moment, both urging you to help him explain and admiring the small bits of glitter that had rubbed from his high points onto your face. It was also in this moment that he got lost looking at your puffy from kissing, lipstick stained, inviting lips.

“Peter, I asked you a question. What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?”

“He was seeing if the lipstick would transfer easy,” you blurt out, not able to think of anything else. “He doesn’t have any celebrity crush posters, so I had to be his subject.”

“...I… I mean, valid point… but why in the bed so… teenager-y?” At this point, May is just teasing Peter, which you catch onto and join in on.

“Well, we are teenagers. We have glands which release…?” You look up at Peter, somehow managing to make you hiding your smile pass as you wiping the lipstick off your lips. “—Pete, this is review for you! What do glands release?”

“Uh, hormones! They release hormones! Wait, no, May, come on, can you give us a second, then I’ll show you how it turned out? Please?”

“...Alright, but that lipstick better be fixed by the time I get back in here in five.” She eyes you two down for a moment, then closing the door.

“...Wow, what a shit show.” He laughs out, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me about it, that was hilarious.” You grab the lip liner again, just planning to make his lips look a little bigger so you didn’t have to redo any foundation or contour.

“Now, even though it got us into this mess in the first place, I’m gonna need you to pucker up, Parker.”

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