oneshots

spidermark (nct mark x reader)

A dark silhouette discreetly passed through the dark alleyway. Light footsteps, almost inaudible tapped against the concrete pavement. Black mask hiding the pretty little freckles decorating their face. And suddenly, they stop. Right in front of a wall.

They look left and right before entering the building and racing up the stairs. Panting, they reach the rooftop and push open the doors. Arms spread wide they embrace the early November air and spin once letting the breeze fly through their hair. Pulling the mask down to their chin they sigh and breathe in.

"Alright. Let's get to work," they whisper to themselves. Dropping the little black bag down, they pulled out a thick rope and a few cans of spray paint. The rough material of the ropes and cold metal of the spray cans contradicted their warm and soft palms. They wrapped the rope around themselves and slowly let themselves down the edge of the building.

Super risky to be dangling off the 7th storey of a building at 1 am in a very quiet alley but they lived off of the adrenaline. Besides, they know they would never fall. Someone was always their to look out for them.

The friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. To say that he had taken a liking to them would be an understatement. Out of all the people who lived in this city and through all the mishaps that happen in a day, the little spider boy always found time to appear in their day atleast once.

The leather jacket clad person was humming to John Mayer, waiting for the awkward hero to arrive and entertain them. The vandalizing initially started as a way to express their thoughts but soon it became an excuse to go out and get a glimpse of the male who shot webs from his arm.

As if on cue, a flash of red whipped past their locks of hair. One hand swooped around their waist while the other shot up in the sky, a long string of fibre attached to the highest point of the building. The vandalizer smirked behind their mask. "Took you long enough to arrive cutie," they teased.

The youngest Avenger inhaled a sharp breath through the spandex suit before unleashing his frustration, "Why do you keep doing this?! You know how dangerous it is to dangle off a damn building! And those ropes of yours are of no use. I tell you not to do it everyday and yet here you are defying what I say!" The male huffed in annoyance.

"It's fun to see you all worked up. Besides, I know I won't ever fall cause your cute little butt will fly up in the middle of the night to save me," they winked. The high-school boy rolled his eyes in annoyance (not that they could see it).

But he couldn't deny the faint blush painting his cheeks. It was true that he was always on the look out for them. Mark Lee, senior at SOPA was just an awkward boy with a crush, who wears spandex and whips out webs at criminals. Kinda weird but he rolled with it.

He had a crush on them ever since beginning of senior year when they decided to choose the seat next to his in their Biology class. They were the coolest person in Mark's eyes. Smart, intelligent, sarcastic, pretty, he could go on and on. But he never had the courage to confess his feelings in fear that his secret of being an Avenger would be revealed. Also because he believed they were too good for him but we won't mention that.

A snap of fingers right before his masked face brings him out of his trance. "Oi! Don't you drop me accidentally in your daze. I gotta finish this piece of art," they cheekily complained. "Right, sorry," he apologized before adjusting his hold on their smaller frame.

They stayed in that position for about an hour. Mark's body was hurting but he wouldn't dare mutter a word about it. Truth is, he loved being this close to his crush. It was the only time he got their undivided attention and physical closeness although it wasn't meant for 'Mark' but for 'Spider-Man.'

He watched intently through his mask as they sprayed various colours across the wall. Their eyes contorted to form a concentrated expression; hair fluttering in the wind; grip on the can tight as they let their imagination run wild.

A while later the art piece was done. It was a reflection of Spiderman and a person. The person's face wasn't visible; it was just filled with black to resemble a silhouette. A small saying was etched in the edge, "Spider man is human too."

Those words hit Mark, hard. The responsibility of saving people and being a superhero was hard on the high-schooler's shoulders. He often wanted to just live a normal life and whenever he tried, he somehow got tangled up in a mess. Those four words meant the world to him. And to think that his crush was the one who thoughtfully made this graffiti made his heartbeat quicken.

"Hey," a small voice whispered, grabbing his attention. "I'm gonna..do something. I'll need you to hold tight no matter what 'coz if you let go we both fall and die." That sentence sent shivers down the spine of the male. He gulped in fear. "What are you gonna do?," he questioned.

The arms snaked around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist to get a better grip. The proximity between the two slowly decreased and Mark felt his cheeks warm up. A finger tugged his chin and pushed into the opening of his mask. Before Mark could process it, his mask was pulled up revealing the bottom half of his face.

"H-hey! what are you d-" he was cut off by a warm sensation on his lips. He was scared that the mask would be taken off and his identity revealed. But no, they didn't pull it off completely; they pulled it just enough to view his lips and his button nose.

Pink lips seized his and the boy was in a state of shock. They didn't move, waiting for the male to reciprocate. Mark shut his eyes behind his mask and kissed back. Their lips moved in sync. Soft and gentle. They tilted their head to gain better access to the boy's plump lips.

The male tasted like mints, the same one's that Mark always carried to school. With their close proximity, they could smell their cologne. That woody and musky smell that made their legs go all wobbly. The scent so familiar, that it was hard to forget.

Soon they pulled away, panting because the two kissed for two minutes straight while dangling meters above the ground. They pulled the mask back down and rested their head against the red mask. They both tried to catch their breath and cool off the flaming sensation in their cheeks.

"Can you walk me back home, please?" they requested in a quiet voice. Mark just nodded because he didn't know if his voice could form a coherent sentence without stuttering. The two walked home in silence still trying to process the kiss.

Before they knew it, the two had reached their house. They paused before the porch turning around to face the Avenger. "Thank you for today," their voice laced with sincerity as they turned the doorknob. Their frame disappeared behind the door before their head peeked out, "Goodnight Markie!" they giggled before shutting the door.

They knew. For those lips could belong to Mark Lee and Mark Lee only. They would always find him even if they were hiding behind the facade of a superhero.