#•~SPIDER KIDS~•

[5starluvr]

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.

•~~~~~~•

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.

Red means i can’t tag you.Taglist:open

Taglist: @juskz @blackhairandbangs @sxnset-angel @emossssss @hanjsquokka @feelikecinderella @starlostastronaut @kpopsstuffs @lixxpix @jinnie-ret @bangchans-angel @puppyminnnie @michelle4eve @kpopsstuffs

[succoallimone]

Chat about the young’un from 1610

[fernacular]

I could make serious fanart

Or I could make some of the stupidest shit anyone has ever seen

[tikklil]

Consuming Media™️ with the Gang

[aesthetic-uni]

Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT

[alienbycomics]

A comic about Spider-Gwen doing her best to support Peter’s transition in her early crimefighting days (yep, they can both be trans!)

[the-siren-in-your-fridge]

I love the concept of Gwen being trans because it implies the following conversation

Gwen: I’m a girl

Her dad: of course, I love and accept you, what do I need to do to help you with this

Gwen: I’m also spider woman

Her dad: absolutely NOT

[djarin]

Gwen Stacy + Protect Trans Kids 🏳️‍⚧️

[5starluvr]

Night active

Paring:Bang Chan x Reader

Genre:Angst,fluff at the end?

Warnings:none

Spider Kids

This chapter didn’t come out to my liking at all (i rewrote this 5 times and decided to scrap everything and completely redoing it just a few hours before

Rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the storm brewing inside Y/n. Another text. Another "running late, sorry babe." This time, the excuse wasn't even creative. Just another night sacrificed at the altar of the recording studio, another date with Chan turning into a solo act for Y/n.

She stormed out of her apartment, the crumpled reservation for their fancy dinner clutched in her hand. The address was meaningless now, another casualty of Chan's workaholic tendencies. The neon glow of "JYP" mocked her from across the street. It was a familiar sight, a beacon that usually promised exciting new music, but tonight, it felt like a prison holding her love captive.

Pushing open the heavy metal door, Y/n was met not by the expected cacophony, but by an unsettling silence. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and burnt popcorn, remnants of late nights spent chasing sonic perfection. Yet, the mixing console was untouched, the keyboards lay silent, and the screens displayed static ghosts of unfinished projects. A knot of worry tightened in Y/n's stomach.

"Chan?" she called out, her voice echoing eerily in the empty studio.

She navigated the maze of cables and instruments, checking the sound booth, the vocal recording room, even the dingy kitchenette - all deserted. A growing sense of unease gnawed at her. This wasn't like Chan. He might be late, he might be stressed, but he wouldn't simply disappear from his own studio, not without a message.

Desperation clawed at her. She tried calling him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. Panic bloomed in her chest. Had work finally pushed him over the edge? Had something bad happened?

The crumpled reservation slipped from her hand, forgotten on the worn floor. The fancy dinner, the carefully planned evening – all insignificant compared to the gnawing worry that had taken hold.

Y/n knew this wasn't just about a missed date anymore. This was about Chan, and the terrifying possibility that under the relentless pursuit of his passion, he might be lost.

The studio walls seemed to close in on Y/n. Each unanswered call, each ignored text, resonated like a hammer blow. Panic transformed into a cold dread that gnawed at her insides. She tried calling the studio again, just in case, but it went straight to voicemail once more. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the glow of the computer screen.

Desperate for any sliver of information, she frantically searched the news. Traffic accidents, building fires, even a report of a rogue squirrel causing a power outage – nothing. Then, a headline jumped out – "Spider-Man Thwarts Bank Robbery, Two Villains Apprehended!" Relief washed over her, so sudden it almost made her dizzy. Chan was alive, that much was clear. But the elation was short-lived.

Spider-Man.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. Her usually reliable, grounded boyfriend was also the city's hero. The missed dates, the late nights, the cryptic excuses – it all made a horrifying kind of sense. But where was he now? Was he injured? Had he gotten caught? The image of Chan, hurt and alone, flashed in her mind, and a fresh wave of terror threatened to consume her.

Y/n knew waiting at the studio was pointless. Grabbing her jacket, she raced out into the rain-soaked night. Chan's apartment was the only other place he could be. The journey felt like an eternity, every car horn, every siren, a potential omen of disaster.

Reaching his building, she sprinted up the stairs, two at a time, ignoring the burning in her lungs. Her trembling hand fumbled with the keys, finally unlocking the door. The apartment was dark and silent.

Calling his name, she flicked on the light switch. Empty. The air hung heavy with a familiar cologne, a ghost of his presence, but no sign of Chan himself. Disappointment clawed at her, a cold companion to the gnawing worry. She checked every room with growing desperation. The kitchen was spotless, his usual mess of takeout containers and forgotten mugs absent. The living room held no sign of struggle, just the usual clutter of his life – books, instruments, a half-finished model airplane. Finally, she reached his bedroom, the last bastion of hope and dread.

Pushing open the door, Y/n's heart hammered against her ribs. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, revealing an unmade bed, clothes strewn across the floor – a familiar, comforting mess. But the sight that made her blood run cold wasn't the scattered laundry.

A figure perched on the windowsill, back to her, clad in a sleek, crimson and blue suit. The unmistakable mask with its large, white eyes sent a jolt of terror and… something else, a flicker of recognition, through her.

"Chan?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

The figure remained motionless, but a soft sigh escaped it. It turned slowly, revealing the familiar face beneath the mask, etched with exhaustion and concern.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" His voice, distorted by the mask's modulator, was a low rumble.

Y/n stared, speechless. The pieces clicked into place – the missed dates, the frantic exits, the news reports – it all pointed to this. Her boyfriend, the reliable, music-loving Chan, was also the city's hero, Spider-Man. A bewildered laugh escaped her lips, laced with a touch of hysteria.

"You... you're Spider-Man?"

Chan winced at the laugh, a sound devoid of joy, and carefully climbed off the windowsill. "Look, Y/n, I—"

He started to explain, but Y/n cut him off, her voice surprisingly steady. "Hold that thought. Right now, I just need to know you're okay. Why weren't you answering my calls? Where were you?"

Relief flooded his features, momentarily pushing aside the guilt. He reached out, but stopped before his hand could touch hers. "I was... busy with something. I couldn't risk taking my phone out."

His explanation was thin, and Y/n's gaze narrowed. "Busy with stopping another bank robbery as Spider-Man, you mean?"

Chan flinched again. The secret was out, hanging heavy in the air. He sighed, deflating. "Y/n, I... I didn't want to lie to you. Being Spider-Man is a huge responsibility, and it takes up a lot of time. But I never meant to hurt you."

He took a tentative step closer, but she remained rooted to the spot. "Did it never occur to you that maybe I could understand? Maybe I wouldn't want you to give up saving people, but I also wouldn't want to be kept in the dark."

Hurt flickered in his eyes, quickly replaced by a pleading look. "Y/n, please. Give me a chance to explain everything."

He gestured towards the bed.

Chan sat there, the mask tucked under his arm, his face etched with worry. He sat beside her, a comfortable distance maintained.

"You said you wanted to explain," Y/n said, her voice quiet.

He took a deep breath. "It started a few years ago," he began, his voice low and sincere. He recounted the fateful night he was bitten by the spider, the awakening of his powers, and the dawning realization of the responsibility thrust upon him. He spoke of the fear, the exhilaration, the constant battle to balance his life with that of a masked hero.

As he spoke, Y/n listened intently. The anger began to recede, replaced by a grudging respect. She saw the burden he carried, the sacrifices he made to keep the city safe. But his words also revealed a crucial flaw.

"You never gave me a chance to understand," she said once he finished. "You treated me like I wouldn't handle it, like I was too fragile to know the truth."

Chan looked down, shame flickering across his face. "I was scared. Scared of losing you, of you judging me. I thought keeping you in the dark was protecting you."

"But it wasn't," Y/n said softly. "It pushed me away. It made me feel like our relationship wasn't important enough to confide in."

Silence stretched between them again, heavy but not without hope. Finally, Chan spoke. "Y/n, I love you. More than anything. This whole… Spider-Man thing, it doesn't diminish that. I just want a chance to show you."

She met his gaze, the hurt still lingering in her eyes but softened by a flicker of understanding. "I need to know if there can be a balance," she admitted. "A life where you can be a hero and still have me by your side."

Chan reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. "There has to be a way," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I won't give up on being Spider-Man, but I also won't give up on you."

Y/n squeezed his hand gently. "Let's talk it through," she said, a glimmer of hope returning to her voice. "Together."

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