#I hope that's okay with you tagger

[rosegoldscarlet]

“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @rcimu

tagging: Steal it. BECOME A CRIMINAL.

B A S I C S

Name: Remilia Scarlet Age: 541 Years (Physically stuck at 19 Years) Species: Demonic Vampire (Former Human) Gender: Female ( she/her ) Orientation: Lesbian (Homosexual/Homoromantic) Profession: Mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Medium-short, light blue Eyes: Scarlet Red Skin: pale white Height: 4'10" (147cm) Weight: Without wings, slightly underweight.

F A M I L Y

Siblings: Flandre Scarlet Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Scarlet. Now long deceased. Grandparents: Definitely had them at some point. Other Relatives: Her vampiric sire. Any Pets?: Tupai the Chupacabra.

S K I L L S

The ability to manipulate fate, this also comes with the ability to see potential futures. As for vampiric powers: Enhanced regeneration, super strength, super speed, hypnosis, telepathy, shapeshifting, and flight.

T R A I T S

—— Positive ——

Has a lot of charisma, very useful for negotiation. Cares deeply for her sister. Very cute appearance and sometimes personality-wise. Extremely intelligent especially in most social situations.

—— Negative ——

Huge ego. Certified PhD in manipulation. Tendency to act out as soon as she gains the upper hand. Suffers from hypersexuality, causing her to have super invasive inappropriate thoughts. Has a tendency to drown out her sorrows in pleasure: Food, alcohol, drugs, sex.

L I K E S

Colors: Red, Pink, Black Smells: Blood, fire, fresh pudding. Drinks: Tea, Blood, Wine, any type of sweet drink (including alcoholic)

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: Rarely Drugs: Yes Driver License: You think she's gonna drive herself?? Been Arrested?: Yes.

[niki-phoria]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could make a gn reader chishiya fic based on the aib characters saying sorry. I really liked what you made the argument about and can totally see it happening so pretty please if you are taking requests could you do this.

doctor chishiya >>>

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: hurt comfort word count: 1.7k

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood, stitches, are stitches considered gore?, canon typical violence, canon divergent game (i have run out of games to write about), arguments, kuina threatens to punch chishiya (kuina best girl !!), reader is called beautiful (if that needs a warning ??) but boys are beautiful too, this kinda turned into a journal entry at the end lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm glad you liked the post about them apologizing. i didn't want to leave this as angst so it has a happy ending and i changed a few things so that it wasn't exactly the same. i hope you like it :))

the post they're talking about -> chishiya, arisu, and kuina apologizing after an argument

requests open !! read my rules first

“y/n!” you can hear chishiya yelling at you as you rush to push the man out of the way, taking the blow for him instead. you hit the ground hard. your shoulder aches, both from the stinging cut and the impact. 

the man you saved is quick to scramble to his feet, kicking your attacker away from you before grabbing your arm and pulling you to safety. “thank you,” he pants. chishiya presses a hand against your back. blood seeps through your shirt. you nod at the man, trying to catch your own breath. 

the man rushes off in a different direction afterwards. you watch him leave, hiding further into the shadows to avoid detection. “shit,” chishiya curses. “this is deep. we need to get out of here. you need stitches.” 

you nod, forcing yourself to stand up. you reach back, replacing his hand with your own. “i’ll be fine. go win the game.” chishiya glances between you and the tagger before you gently push him away. “go!”

you’re not sure how long you stand in the shadows. the brick feels uncomfortable against your back as you hold your breath, waiting for the tagger to pass by the alley you’re hiding in. thankfully, they don’t notice you before your phone chimes, ending your torment with a simple “game clear. congratulations.”

the drive back to the beach feels awkward. chishiya keeps a close eye on your shoulder. you know he needs to keep pressure on it, but you can almost feel the irritation radiating off of him. 

he remains silent as you arrive at the beach, picking you up and carrying you into the basement. he sets you on the metal table, searching through various different cabinets for bandages, gauze, and supplies for stitches. the metal is cold against your skin. it feels nice against the warm blood still flowing from your wound. 

you don’t say anything about the slight tremble in chishiya’s hands as he presses the bandages against the cut. his stitches are quick and efficient - almost robotic in his movements. worry builds in your stomach. 

“we need to talk about this.” it sounds more like a question than a statement. like you’re asking if he’s ready to interact with you when he’s still so obviously angry, though you still aren’t sure exactly why. 

“after i finish this.” his words do little to console you. so, you simply nod, trying to relax your body as he continues tending to your wounds. 

“okay.” 

the air feels tense around you as you follow chishiya back to your shared room. he closes the door after you, silently leaning back against the wall. you awkwardly sit across from him on your bed, waiting for him to make the first move. chishiya crosses his arms over his chest, jaw clenched. you avoid eye contact, fidgeting with your hands. 

“that was stupid.” he finally says. 

“saving someone’s life is stupid to you?” 

“he was going to die anyways and you almost got yourself killed with him.” 

“i couldn’t just leave him there! he was begging for help!” 

“he could’ve gotten it from someone else!” his voice raises as yours does. chishiya sighs, running a hand through his hair. “what about these people makes them so worth saving?” 

“what about them makes them not worth saving? they’re people, chishiya, isn’t that enough of a reason?” 

“not when it puts you in danger! it was reckless!” 

“what else was i supposed to do?” 

“why can’t you admit you were wrong for once?” his words sting, but his demeanor is what makes you flinch. chishiya nearly glares at you from across the room. “have you ever considered that i know what’s best? you made a stupid decision, get over it!” you can see the immediate regret spread across his face. he almost shrinks back away from you. you bite your tongue, willing the tears building in your eyes not to fall. “y/n…” 

his words trail off when you stand up. “i need to be alone for a while. come find me when you’re ready to talk to me like an adult.” 

you furiously wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you rush out of the room. 

“y/n?” kuina furrows her eyebrows, opening the door to her room to let you inside. “what’s wrong?” 

you’re sure she can see the dried tears on your face. “i got in a fight with chishiya.” 

“oh, honey,” she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. you cling to her as she rubs a hand against your back. she pulls away after a few minutes, wiping another few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen. “do you want to talk about it?” 

“not really. i just… i got hurt helping someone and he yelled at me because it was reckless.” 

“are you okay?” 

you nod. “i’m fine. just a little sad, i guess.” 

kuina reaches over to grab your hand. it’s a welcome feeling of affection that breaks against the swirling thoughts in your head. “whatever happens, i’ll always be here for you, okay? you can tell me anything.” 

this time the tears that build in your eyes are ones of thankfulness. trust in the borderland is hard to come by, but when kuina squeezes your hand with a small smile and starts telling you about new gossip she heard around the beach, you know that you’ve found an ally. a friend. “thank you.” 

“kuina,” chishiya calls. he walks over to where she’s sitting, awkwardly stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets. “do you know where y/n is?” 

she briefly glances up at him, taking the wooden cigarette out of her mouth. “they’re on the roof.” 

“thanks.” 

“hey, chishiya,” she stands up from the beach chair, stepping closer. “if y/n ever shows up at my door crying because of you ever again, i’ll punch you.” 

he steps back a little, nodding. “it won’t happen again.” 

“good. now, go talk to them. they’ve been waiting for you.”

chishiya doesn’t wait any longer, quickly making his way back into the hotel to the roof. true to kuina’s word, you sit at the edge of the building, staring out at the coastline. the sun has just barely begun to set, casting a golden glow on everything. “y/n?” you turn to look at him over your shoulder, gesturing for him to sit beside you. chishiya obeys, dangling his legs over the edge of the building. you don’t move away when his knee brushes against yours.

you sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sunset. finally, he speaks. “i’m sorry.” you glance over at him, waiting for him to continue. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you. i was scared because you got hurt and i blamed you because it happened while you were trying to help someone.” 

“i’m sorry too.” you pull your knees up to your chest, resting your hand in the space between you and chishiya. “i know it was reckless and i understand why you were upset.” 

chishiya hesitantly reaches over, taking your hand into his. you reciprocate by intertwining your fingers, storking your thumb against his skin. “none of what happened was your fault. i’m sorry i yelled at you. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“i forgive you.” you turn to face him, bringing your right hand up to cup his cheek. you move it behind his head to the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him in to press your lips against his. chishiya takes your cue to lean in, pressing another peck against your lips when you pull away. 

he smiles a little when you pull away, coaxing you to lean against his chest. the sun glistens against the water, hues of pink and purple painting the sky. chishiya tucks his chin over your head. 

“do you know why i helped him?” your voice is quiet when you speak again. it’s getting darker now. the temperature drops as the sun disappears further behind the coastline. 

“no.” chishiya murmurs. he wraps an arm around your waist, rubbing your side. 

“i know it’s hard for you to open up to people, and i’m grateful everyday that you let me in. but it’s hard to survive out here. you survive by shutting everyone out. you built your walls up so high that it takes years to scale them, and even then, you didn’t fully let your guard down for months.” you pause, taking a breath. “i survive out here by relying on my humanity. i have to believe that people are good, because if they aren’t, then nothing else matters. none of the good deeds or random acts of kindness or small moments that remind me that love is everywhere around us matter. i don’t want to live believing that. so, i help people. i put myself in danger for strangers because i rely on my humanity. if i lose my humanity, then i lose everything.” 

silence falls over you once again. chishiya pulls you even closer so you’re fully sitting in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. he leans over your shoulder as the sun fully disappears behind the horizon. the stars are just beginning to appear above you. “i think there’s good in humanity too.” he finally murmurs. “i let you in because i know you’re good. and you’ve done nothing but show me that i was right about you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder. “you’re strong,” another kiss - this time against your neck. “and loyal,“ his lips brush against the underside of your jawline. “and beautiful,” this time they’re against your cheek. “and good. you’re a good person. one i don’t deserve. i’m thankful for everyday you’re with me.” 

you take the initiative this time, pulling him into a sweet kiss. chishiya pulls you back in again. you sit on the roof together, kissing underneath the stars until your lungs are begging for air and the air chills your bones. you rest your forehead against his when you pull away, letting yourself drown in the overwhelming love you feel. “i’ll take you home,” chishiya whispers. “i promise.” 

[drama--universe]

Savior

Requested by anonymous: Are your requests open? If they are can u do chishiya x teen!reader platonically ofc. Like the reader is friends with karube and Chota and Arisu somehow and they are in the tag game when chishiya saves them?😅

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x reader (platonically)

Word Count: 1019 words

Warnings: curse words

A/N Reader is 16, also reader is Karube's sister, because of convenience.

The roads were empty, the whole of Tokyo was. Maybe even the whole of Japan. You were just lucky that you were with people you knew, you doubted that others had the same kind of luck.

Luckily, you were stuck with your brothers and his friends. Okay, maybe not too lucky but it was better than nobody.

You'd already finished the first game in this land and to say you were terrified was an understatement. Chota had gotten hurt, that woman who joined your group was a pain in the ass to both you and Karube, and of course this game. You didn't know what game it was just yet, but the phone in your hand just made realize how depressing this was for you. You might die at this point, hell you had enough visa yet you were standing here anyway.

"(Y/n), you okay?" Arisu was kind enough to notice your stress and you gave him a kind smile, sighing softly as you pulled at your sweater.

"I'm nervous, what if this is a tough game? What if it's a heart game?" You asked, your voice going up as you started stressing again. Arisu was quick to cover your mouth, giving you a stern look and you sighed before nodding. He let go of your mouth and you thanked him softly.

Just then the phone rang out, announcing the game to be a tag game. You could feel some relief about the fact that it was a physical game and not a mental game. You were just a bit better with physical games.

When the game started, you were quick to run into the complex while trying every door, hoping that one would miraculously open. Of course it wouldn't be so easy, the first floor was too stupid. So you went up to the highest floor and started searching again before hearing a scream, followed by loud shots.

The hunter had a gun.

"How is this a tag game?" You mumbled as you leaned over the edge to look down, eyes landing on the hunter with the horse mask. One problem.

They were looking straight at you as well, gun raised in your direction.

"Get down." Someone growled and you were pulled to the ground, shots fired right above your head, leaving burn and bullet marks on the wall. You looked to your savior, a man with blond hair and cat-like eyes was staring at you. It was clear that he was a bit annoyed as he sat down while you tried to ignore the shots that were still aimed at you.

"Thank you." You mumbled, the fear in your voice was clear to anyone. You didn't expect a game to be so cruel.

The previous game was horrible and inhumane, but it was still just a game against a system. This wasn't a game anymore, this was straight up murder where the tagger was basically promised the win. They didn't even need to search, just shoot everyone from a distance and they'd win. It was unfair, which in turn terrified you.

Without even noticing, you were panicking again. The man next to you seemed to notice this, but he didn't move or anything.

"Just hide yourself, someone will figure it out. If not, then at least the hunter dies too." He spoke and you looked at him, snapping out of your trance to stare at him in shock and disbelief.

"I can't just let others do all the work, that's unfair. Also dangerous, everyone might be fucking idiots." You said and he scoffed before getting up. The shots had seized, the hunter had moved on and you could hear others yelling loudly.

"Seems they found the room." The man stated, his eyes trailing to the door that Arisu stood by. You quickly got up as well, staring at Arisu before running down the stairs to his floor and joining him in the found room.

"(Y/n)! There are two buttons, help me out!" Arisu exclaimed and you nodded before shrieking when a gunshot sounded again, followed by a sharp pain in your arm. You turned around, being faced by the hunter. They towered over you and you could only shrink back further as they refilled the gun before raising it back to you. Before they could shoot, they jerked before falling to the ground with the blond man behind them, taser in his hand and still crackling loudly.

"That's the second time." He stated before looking up as someone else climbed through the window, looking around the room before getting up to help Arisu with the buttons while you just backed up again. When she got ready to hit the button, the hunter awoke again and started firing at her and Arisu. You got pulled back again, landing on your butt behind the blond man as he slammed the door shut. The shots stopped and he opened the door again, throwing the taser to the female climber and she tased the hunter again. Then she and Arisu slammed their hands on the two red buttons, to which the phone chimed and the announcement rang.

The hunter on the ground was revealed to be a woman before the necklace exploded and effectively killed her while also covering everything in a layer of blood.

"Three times, kid. You own me one." The man besides you said and you looked up, frowning as you tried to figure out if he was serious. He seemed serious, his face remained emotionless like before.

"I didn't ask you to! You just did." You replied and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"If you ever want to return the favor, find me on The Beach. Tell them Chishiya recommended you." He said before stalking off with his hands pushed into his pockets. You just stared at him before getting up to follow Arisu out and find your brother again.

Chishiya on the other hand had already returned to the car he came in, waiting for his others teammates before thinking back to you. You were a student, that much was clear, hence why he told you about the Beach.

He was responsible for multiple deaths by now, but he could save you.

[yellowhollyhock]

Why is trying to make friends in this fandom so hard?

hey it's okay

I don't have a reference point for how hard or easy it is to make friends compared to other fandoms because tmnt is the first fandom I've made an effort to make friends in, but I will share a few things I've learned

-just post. at first you will get 2 or 3 notes on a phenomenally good day. but keep posting. the more posts you have the better an idea people have of what you're about and therefore want to follow you. btw this doesn't have to be original posts, reblogging is good for this too

-related, make sure you're tagging in a way that people can find your stuff. tmnt is great, but if you specifically love the 2012 show tag with tmnt 2012 so that other hard core 2012 fans are seeing your stuff. And if you hate the 2012 show (or whatever other show or character) tag bashing, being a considerate tagger will mean less likely to get blocked, and people who have that content filtered can feel safe following you if they never have to see it

-follow people. find the ones who post what you want to see, reblog their stuff, tag it with all the unfiltered keysmashes and emojis in your heart. the more chances people have to see you, the more likely they'll want to get to know you

-message people. I have lots of people in the fandom who I'm aware of and fond of but don't talk to, simply because it's a large fandom. there are probably people who are aware of and fond of you who don't know that you'd like to be friends. or even if they have no idea who you are, most people will respond positively to 'hey i like your posts/art/stories/gifs and I'd like to be friends'

-participate in events or ask games. start your own if you want. I met a lot of great people through March for Raph, made a lot of friends during the booping of April 1st, again in tmaynt. When I first got on tumblr I always felt shy about joining things, like a vampire who needed an individual invitation, but after running an event I realized that of course people just want participation. it's not weird or pushy, it's how fandom works and they'll be excited for you to be there

-if you have ao3 make your usernames match or put your link in your blog description. or other accounts if you use them to connect with people from tumblr just make that findoutable in some way. I just added my tumblr username to my discord bio today after realizing ppl in the server I'm in had no way of knowing I was also the same person who bothers them on tumblr lolol 💀. embarrassing for me but easy fix! and makes making friends easier because well, people will recognize you from around y'know?

-block people. don't be afraid it's not an insult. if they're consistently posting stuff you don't like, neither of you is hurt by blocking them. And if someone is actively mean to you definitely block them

I hope some of this helps. I'm really sorry you haven't found this easy. It is a large fandom so it does partially come down to luck. In my experience it's been a very welcoming community, I really hope that given time you find the same

[becauseplot]

Last line rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew and tag some people (borrowing tagger's rules).

tagged by @factorialsotherfandoms friend! hello!

[...]Though, as Roier toes off his shoes and tosses his jacket onto a hook on the wall, he can see that the TV—while muted—is on, and he can hear running water and clinking silverware. Oh, good. Cellbit must be washing the dishes. The situation in the sink was getting fucking bad, and there was no way Roier was going to enjoy dealing with that after having to cover Etoiles’ shift.

writing Roier POV for the first time (and an au version of him, no less) and suffering. character voice........ 0(-( it's okay do it alone and do it scared, or so they say. first time's gotta happen at some point.

errrr... writers... @qtubbo-is-not-fine i believe youve mentioned writing before? if not that's chill, consider this me waving at you (hiii!! o/) @thanotaphobia ive been seeing you posting writing and snippets! no pressure to take part, ofc. hope yall have a lovely day <333

[sageofthestrange]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 Italics only means the behaviour isn't as prevalent as others; rarely happens or they only tend to happen in specific situations, or are just not as common. Bold only means it's much more common to see on her; frequency is somewhere in the middle. Bold & Italics mean that the behaviour is effectively one of her glaring "tells" and can easily be associated with her; guaranteed or almost always guaranteed to happen.

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position / leaning in closely // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy/relaxed posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up / shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION : short breaths // “ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth / grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

tagged by: No one, I yoinked this (hope this is okay!) from @triickst / @silvrkillr

tagging: (Sorry if you've already done this meme before; if you're a multi-muse blog; choose any charas you want!), @lordgortrash, @devotedhero, @nerimoi, @n1ghtwarden, @negativeroom, @celestialheal, @infernaliscor, @thcdoomed, @wizofwaterdeep, ANY of my mutuals (feel free to tag me as the tagger!) as well as just anyone who comes across this and wants to try it for themselves! ♥

[artekai]

Tagged by @banukaihelpme to do this picrew!!! :D (sorry I took so long to get to it but here I am!)

Tagging @wildcard-rumi, @yushandholder @daz4i, @almightyrozenidiot, @nicxan, @meep-m33p, and @soliscital just some friends who I know have lovely OCs :D Hope it's okay to tag but absolutely no pressure to do it if you don't feel like it!!!! And if you're not tagged but you see this and wanna do it feel free to tag me as your tagger!

From left to right:

Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West

Artekai (he/him), self-proclaimed Chosen One, best (and most annoying) archer in the Cut, and Aloy's long-suffering comedic relief sidekick!

Fross (we use he/him for him but he doesn't really care), Artekai's boyfriend, lowkey yandere damsel-in-distress, and fourteenth secret Zenith. You know how it is.

Dailah (she/her), Carja noblewoman with her sights set on the stars and experiments that defy the will of the Sun! One day she will make a huge scientific breakthrough and show them all ❤️

Bartenak (he/him), Artekai's adoptive older brother who's trying so hard to be cool but he's actually really sad and feels overlooked :'( Doomed by the narrative.

Tess (she/her), Fross's bio mom and Elisabet's in-law. A repressed lesbian in a comphet marriage, who always wanted to pursue a science career. Doomed by the narrative.

Raesh/Raeki (they/he/she), high ranking Eclipse kestrel and Artekai's self-proclaimed archnemesis! (if you've never heard Artekai say a word about her... yes, exactly lol)

Persona 5 Royal

Kaito Maruki (he/him), Takuto's fifteen year old son, thirteenth(???) secret Phantom Thief, and basically just Artekai's P5R AU self ❤️ I would've given him his signature high ponytail but this is the first picrew I've seen with ombre hair options so I had to go with that lol.

Fandomless

J (they/them), Vampire who's obsessed with Christianity aesthetically, like in a cultural appropriation way. Yes they kill vampire hunters but are otherwise chill and dopey but isolated.

Jane (she/her), People pleaser girlboss with tons of expectations on her shoulders, a competitive, perfectionist streak, and a hidden cynical, perhaps even self-serving side.

[evanescentdawn]

tagged by @lizhly-writes thanks! this was much fun! and made me realise I have a lot of bunch of wips. and a lot of bunch of wips that I forgot! existed!

• The game is to find the words given by the tagger in your wips and then tag whoever you want with new words to find. ^^

uhhhhhh tagging(if you wanna!): @kylermalloy @rosekasa @bluewindfall @tonguetiedraven @29rynoah @yukiokumura

ur words: rage, hands, stupid, voice, water

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confess

lmaoooo, the fact I don’t use this word in my work at all (a surprise) and made me dredge up this old really fun wip in 2021 i totally forgot about?!

“What don’t you confess then? If you can.” Kouko spits back, caught up in their argument, not expecting Mitsuo to actually do it. She watches wide eyed, panicking, as he calls Mrs. Ultrasonic over and opens his mouth, and looks like he’s actually planning to —

save

there’s no reason why this snippet is so long i just really love this stupid wip. theyre So Ridiculous

“To save water bill,” Jung Heewon elaborates, and Han Sooyoung promptly wilts at that. Of course, it was because of a stupid reason and not because Jung Heewon wanted it.

“I, uh, got into some trouble with my part time job at the cafe shop and haven’t found another to replace that yet….” Jung Heewon explains, further evaporating all of Han Sooyoung’s hope and thoughts she might have.

“Okay,” Han Sooyoung says.

It’s entirely unreasonable for Han Sooyoung to readily agree to Jung Heewon’s suggestion to cut down on water bills, considering the hefty sum in her bank account and the fact the only reason she’s living in a shared room is to get away from home.

She definitely has ulterior motives.

She wasn’t the one who suggested all of this, though. It was Jung Heewon, so Han Sooyoung is going to shamelessly take advantage of this and oogle Jung Heewon all she can and seduce her while she’s at it.

bloom

I DIDNT THINK ID HAVE A WIP THAT CONTAINED THIS but what do you know. this old spn wip does! n apparently, another wip, too, has this word fjjfjfjf. posting this wip because I tots forgot it existed, and because it’s a freaking weird one

Flowers bloom fast, right on the clock, as the hand touches July. Bursts of colour across the world as it awakens from it’s long slumber, from its long year of being buried in white snow. The snow has melted. Umbrellas, put away. Heavy boots that belong to the adventures, who dare to venture out and map out the unknown planes of winter, are placed in boxes and away. Dean Winchester is one. An adventure like his mother and her parents before her.

young

I DONT REMEMBER SHIT ABT THIS WIP. what. like okay I vaguely remember doing this, but still. what the fck.

There’s another person. Someone else, achingly young that responds eagerly to his messages. This Bihyung reminds him of the early parts of the scenarios, shy and star-gazed at the constellations. The memory of his death is still fresh in Kim Dokja’s mind and perhaps, that’s why he keeps indulging him.

jump

the chadhime fic that’s permanently stuck in a blackhole because im Not working on it :’)

“Guess we’re heading over to Ichigo’s?” She says.

Sado-kun gives her a small smile which makes her heart do a lil jump! as he nods at her.

uhhhhhh tagging(if you wanna!): @kylermalloy @rosekasa @bluewindfall @tonguetiedraven @29rynoah @yukiokumura

the words: rage, hands, stupid, voice, water

[joifee]

(same anon as last time) it’s okay! I hope you’re feeling better /feel better soon <3

its okay really i often forget people will read my posts. i am not used to having followers and i am a lazy tagger i will be sure to not forget it next time. I hope so as well - it might take me a while i hope you have a nice rest day/evening/night/morning

[zaenight]

CHAPTER 1

"You must be J.T. Hope." a woman asked.

"Ma'am?" the man questioned as she looked at his cowboy boots.

"Sam's expecting you, I'll

take you to your office." The woman said leading the way.

"She'll be with you in a moment." she finished.

"Morning, Mr. Hope." a woman said walking into the room,sam brookes was her name.

"What is this all about?" J.t asked.

"It's a department requirement." Sam told him.

"Every new program has to be evaluated by a qualified professional." She continued.

"A single mother from out of state?" He questioned.

"She'll be at the ranch

by the time you get back,I also understand you have a teen girl living there,with nothing but men,she might need someone to look up to." Sam continued.

"What?, and Daisy is the daughter of one of the ranch hands its different." He started to say.

"The department pays her salary,you'll have to look

after her room and board,I also saw that Daisy has a record." Sam started.

"Tagging,stealing,assualt,her father not coming into her life until she turned fourteen , must've been hard on her,

Her being around these boys ,

could make her go back to her ways." Sam explained with concern.

"You load my up with extra costs,and still you refuse to fund the program?,and Daisy

won't be an issue." J.t questioned and explained.

"We've already discussed this." Sam stated.

"I only applied for my expenses!" J.t Exclaimed.

"Prove to me that your program works,and we will revisit the subject of funding."

Sam continued.

" If your approach worked,

I wouldn't be doing this." J.t said.

"Mr. Hope, if you're so determined to work with kids, why don't you re enter the force,and work the juvenile division?" Sam questioned.

"Look, let's not start giving

each other career advice, okay?Now, I have met your requirements,I'm doing this program,I came here for my firstthree kids and I am not

leaving without 'em." J.t stated sternly.

"Fine,I'll introduce you." Sam started.

"First, we've got Booker Stokes,17 year old bipolar bully moved in the stock market,also convicted for

possession, assault in bed."

"Sounds like a real charmer." J.t said.

"No, actually that would be Ernesto Mendoza,16 year old tagger, gangbanger and car thief,who would follow you into a revolving door and come out ahead of you,I would keep him away from Daisy." She stated.

"Lastly, Kieth Frasier, 17, we busted him breaking into a pharmaceutical warehouse.

Ran the cops asses off, Mother's in jail, no father,

God knows how long he's been using,He's been here before,hasn't responded to any program or treatment yet

And like the other two,

goes straight to adult court

next time he's picked up,

I wanna see these kids back

here in exactly two weeks." Sam finished explaining.

"Two weeks?" J.t questioned.

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"What do you want old man?" Daisy questioned.

"I told ya to stop calling me that, Need your help rounding up the cattle." Shorty said from the door of the cabin.

"Yeah, yeah im comin'." Daisy said putting on her hat.

"Hurry up now!" He yelled.

"Im comin'" She exclaimed.

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"J.T is doing some program, now I don't want you to hang out with whoever he brings." Colt said to his kid.

"Don't tell me what to do old man!,stop acting like my father when you barely apleared in my life." Daisy said as a truck came down the trail.

"Why you little!" Colt said as she stuck her tongue out.

Shorty let out a sigh.

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"How are you doing boss?" Shorty questioned.

Daisy noticed one boy in the passenger seat and two in the back.

She was pretty sure the two in the back were lookin' at her.

"Colt,Shorty,Daisy." J.t greeted.

"Come on out boys,line up over here,grab your gear two." He continued.

"Why don't you meet our new friends." J.t said as Daisy walked up to them.

"Im gonna enjoy this." Daisy stated seeing one of them look her up and down.

"hola nena mi nombre es Ernesto." The boy said with a smirk kissing her hand.

(Hi babe my name is ernesto)

"Well Ernesto,Im Daisy." She said with a blush.

"Alright Daisy is off limits,unless you want Colt to rip you a new one,This is Ernesto,Booker,And Keith." J.t Said clapping Daisy and Ernesto on the Shoulder.

Colt glared at the three,specifically Ernesto.

Daisy gave him a "Oh this pisses you off,well too bad imma do it anyway." Look.

"This is shorty." J.t said as the old man walked up to shake their hands,none of em' did.

Colt scoffed out a laugh.

"Daisy if you would be so kind." J.t said.

"Out here our days start at six and ends at six,What you do after that is entirely up to you,there is no leaving the bunkhouse after nine under any circumstances,make sure you take care of your buisness before than." Daisy said , the words burned into the back of her mind.

"Wait I stay in the Bunker house!" Daisy exclaimed.

"She ain't gonna be in there with em'!" Colt said.

"We'll see what we can do." J.t said.

"Ernesto wouldn't mind waking up to your beatiful face every day." Ernesto said winking at her.

"Back off boy!" Colt exclaimed.

"You back off, Old man!" Daisy exclaimed.

"Alright! now we got you some new clothes , I want ya'll to put them on." J.t said cutting the tension.

"No more of this whatever you call this here,Daisy your clothing also need to be... changed." J.t said.

"Whats wrong with what im wearing,Im not changing what im wearing all because of them." Daisy said with a glare, her plaid shirt was cropped and opened showing a black crop top,her shorts torn up almost too her thighs.

"Don't argue,I already told you about those clothes!" Colt

exclaimed.

"Yeah,Yeah,Whatever old man!" Daisy exclaimed.

"Ernesto thinks you look good." Ernesto said winking.

"I swear boy you better-" Colt started only to be cutoff.

"Why thank you Ernesto." Daisy said running her hand through her hair.

"Get a good nights sleep,you've got a busy day ahead of you,oh and keep an eye on Keith here,seems he's training for the olympic track team,reminds me of when we met Daisy." J.t stated.

"There all yours shorty." He finished as Shorty Laughed,spitting on the ground.

"Oh this is gonna be fun." Daisy clapped her hands.

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[tetrafelino]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

I got tagged by @knivesofwater! Thank you ^.^

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what book are you currently reading?

I've been reading the lotr trilogy (for a while) and I'm a little ways into the third book, Return of the King. I'm also reading Literaturas da floresta: textos amazônicos e cultura latino-americana by Lucia Sá - it's this very interesting study on the often overlooked literary traditions of four indigenous south american cultures and their influence on latino american literature. I'm taking my time with this one too, but it's worth it to really absorb the information.

what do you usually wear?

At home sweatpants, outside basic jeans. I have an infinite rotation of perfectly inoffensive tshirts and sweatshirts ready at all times. The nicest thing I wear on a daily basis are my converse shoes (black). I enjoy the colours grey, blue and brown. Other than my haircut (that I cut at home myself) which serves as a sort of permanent statement piece, I'm just not a very interesting person to look at.

how tall are you?

I've no clue really, but somewhere between 1,65 and 1,70m.

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Leo! No birthday that I remeber, but I was actually born on the date Vincent Van Gogh was fatally wounded (which is not the same as the date he died). So there's that.

do you go by your name or a nickname?

Irl by nickname, but tumblr is basically the only place where I'm called by my full first name, so I mostly keep it that way here.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

Haven't really become anything so far, so no.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I don't think I'm cut out for that. dtf tho. I do have this really embarassing crush on a goth guy from college, and I hope he doesn't remember I exist.

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

I'd say I'm good at anticipating people's needs and reactions, but I'm bad at comunicating my own.

Dogs or cats?

Cats! I love dogs, but I just find cats easier to handle. And nicer-smelling.

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

ooohh I'm always excited to share! let's see...

"Amongst romans, such a relationship is seen as making one man the lesser for taking cock in ass."

okay no sorry I'm gonna be serious now

"Is it your goal to upstage every creature you show yourself to?" He asked without moving his mouth.

The night-black panther did not answer, though it looked a little too smug, even for a cat.

I do have one drawing I really liked but I never finished rendering it so it's... rough.

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Oh so that's where the emptiness is coming from.

what’s a hidden talent of yours? 

I can imitate my cat's vocalizations perfectly, and I use this to fool my family on the daily.

what's something you wish to have at this moment?

A nice chicken parmesan would be perfect tbh. With a side of rice and fries and a tall glass of iced tea.

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aaaaah idk who to tag - I guess any mutual who wants to do this can go ahead and use me as your tagger! Especially you.

[prodbyblush]

Hello! I love your writing. Those one-shots (I hope that's what it's called) are making my day! Really! I was thinking... Could you maybe do headcanons with Karube, Chishiya, Arisu, Usagi and Aguni where they reacts to their s/o's death in a game with the tagger? Maybe gender neutral reader? Thank you and have a great day/night, Blush! (If it's okay to call you that) ☺️☺️

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ . . .

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

AN: Hello anonie, I'm sorry but I do not write for Aguni, but I will proceed to write for the other characters! And yes please feel free to call me Blush 🙈

Taglist: @ahahawowwwwww @chishiyaslosthoodie @jnrenner @dorizone @bangtannie7 @fruity-frutta @miniminnie27 @itsmeaudrieee @andreeasancheez @cherriruto

→ gn!reader

Arisu:

• would honestly have a hard time coping • his cries can be heard throughout the apartment complex • not even karube can pull him away from your lifeless body • the other players feel sorry for him, others not paying attention • would give your body a proper burial, placing flowers on top of the earth

Chishiya:

• he'd stare at your lifeless body while tears roll down from his eyes • wouldn't be able to say a few words • felt his chest heavy and tighten on him, like he couldn't breathe • didn't want to leave your body just laying there • would bury your body in a place you love most

Usagi:

• would choke out a few sobs while clinging onto your body • not caring if your blood were getting on her clothes • couldn't bear the thought of another person leaving her • she'd lay down on the ground for a long time • but would get up again and live for you

Karube:

• would be mad at himself and the world you both are in • anger coursing through his body, wanting revenge • he'd be distant from chota and arisu, even more so to shibuki • it's just because he wants to be alone for a while • and when he's alone, he'd always look at the ring inside the engagement box

[niki-phoria]

i'm literally obsessed with this gif i'm sorry LOOK AT HIS EYELINER HES SO PRETTY

pairing: chishiya x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff, hurt comfort kinda happy ending ?? word count: 1.4k

inspired by this post from @cupofcappuccino !! i hope it was okay for me to write this, i loved this idea

a/n: requests are open !! i made a hyunsu (sweet home) fic a few days ago pls go read it my boy deserves more

warnings: not really canon compliant, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, slightly ooc chishiya, i can't really remember how tag went ngl, blue shirt guy is supposed to be arisu if it doesn't make any sense lmao

chishiya barely glances at you, biting back a sigh as he leans back against the wall. he holds his modified taser in his pocket, sizing up the other players underneath the rim of his hood. he keeps his gaze on the floor as two men walk up the steps, each grabbing a phone and logging in. 

“excuse me,” another man hesitantly steps forwards. “i don’t know what’s going on, could you help me?” 

“you have a visa connected to the phones,” the man in blue says. “you have to win the games every three days.” 

next to him, his friend elbows him in the ribs. “are you crazy? we don’t know him.” the man in blue shrinks back, walking with his friend away from the other man and out of the stairwell. 

“registration closed,” an announcement chimes. an automated voice plays from speakers. “difficulty: five of spades. game: tag. rules: players will find a safe zone in an unlocked room and press a button while avoiding a tagger in the hallways. game clear: players find and press the button in the safe zone. game over: the tagger finds the players or the time limit is reached. players have five minutes before the game begins.” 

chishiya shoves his radio into his pocket, unplugging the headphones and pulling them out of his ears. you follow after him as he makes his way up the elevator, leaning over the edge on the fifth floor. 

“do you need something?” he asks, eyes focused on the other players. 

you cock your head at him, standing away from the edge. “no.” 

“then stop following me.” 

“but you’re so cool,” you walk over to the edge, leaving space between you and chishiya as you lean against it. you ignore chishiya’s slight glare, pulling your jacket up over your shoulders. the breeze is cold against your skin, making you zip it up fully. 

chishiya remains silent, even as gunshots start to ring out. you flinch a little at the noise. you can see the tagger as they make their way through the hallways. they’re wearing a horse mask and an army uniform. they hold a gun across their chest, heavy black boots echoing with each step. you lean over a little further as they suddenly stop, repeatedly firing at a specific door. the nervous man you saw in the lobby hides behind the wall. the man wearing blue rushes over to him, pulling him away from the door. the shooting stops once they leave. 

“that must be where the button is,” you murmur. chishiya hums, startling you a little. his gaze remains fixated on the door. 

you’re not sure how long you’ve been standing around when chishiya suddenly moves away from the ledge. he uses one hand to push his hood off of his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way to the staircase. you follow after him as he makes his way to the fourth floor.

the man in blue is already there, making his way into the room. the tagger chases after him, shooting through the walls of the apartment building. chishiya pulls you out of the way, holding the door shut. you can hear a struggle from inside the room before the man yells out. 

“there’s two buttons!” 

“are you serious?” chishiya scoffs, letting out an exasperated laugh. he pulls the taser out of his pocket, setting it down on the ground. 

he cracks the door open, sliding the taser to the man. he takes it, quick to turn it on and press it against the tagger’s side. the tagger falls to the ground as the man scrambles to his feet, looking between the two walls.

from the window you can see a woman hoist herself up through the window. “you called?” 

chishiya reaches over, pulling you further away from the door so you’re behind him. the timer clicks down before they both jump up at the buttons, pressing them with only one second left. the woman grunts when she hits the ground, sitting up and staring at the clock before letting out a relieved sigh. 

chishiya helps you up, opening the door and entering the room. the tagger sits on the ground- a woman, staring up at you terrified. she pulls at the collar around her neck to no avail. you turn behind chishiya’s shoulder, flinching at the noise of it exploding. 

he kneels down, checking through her suit for anything that could’ve been left behind. in a pocket, he pulls out a small scrap of paper, opening it. you peer over him to see what it is. it’s a circle with seemingly random lines passing through it. “what do you think it is?” you murmur. 

“i’m not sure,” chishiya says, shoving it into his pocket. you follow him out of the apartment building, joining aguni and the others on their way back to the beach. 

you’re completely silent when you pass by chishiya, making your way to your room. blood stains the edges of your jacket. it’s smeared across your cheek. your eyes are red and puffy. 

kuina raises an eyebrow at him, watching you leave. “is everything okay?” she asks, taking her wooden cigarette out of her mouth. “i haven’t seen you with y/n all day.” 

chishiya simply shrugs, though a small part of him is curious about what happened to you. “he’s probably fine.”

kuina furrows her eyebrows. “are you sure?” 

he pushes the unsettling feeling in his stomach down, glancing over to where you are. you wave arisu and usagi off, rushing to hide away in your room. 

“i’m sure.” 

chishiya’s side feels oddly empty without you next to him, tagging along wherever he goes, asking questions about what he’s making, silently observing every action he’s making and mirroring it. he sighs, setting the newly created bomb aside and standing up in search of you. 

“kuina,” the girl looks up at him, surprised. “have you seen y/n?” 

she shakes her head, rolling her cigarette between her fingers. “he usually stays on the roof, right?” chishiya hums, shoving his hands into his pockets before he makes his way up through the hotel to the roof. the beach’s lights shine brightly in the night sky. golden hues light up the ground below. 

your back is turned to chishiya when he closes the door to the roof. he pauses, silently watching you. your knees are pulled up to your chest, hoodie wrapped tightly around your body. it’s out of character. 

he’s sure you know he’s behind you as he steps closer. you don’t react when he sits down next to you, leaning back on his hands. “have you ever seen someone die?” your voice is so quiet it almost catches chishiya off guard, though he tries not to show it. “i mean… before all of this.” 

“yes.” 

“how do you do it?” this time your voice cracks. chishiya can almost feel pieces of his resolve chipping away, your emotion breaking down his walls in ways he never thought were possible before. “how do you keep going knowing you couldn’t save them?” 

your hands tremble as you dig your nails into your palms. chishiya reaches over, gently pulling your hand into his. your skin is cold. your gaze remains fixated on the sky in front of you. “none of this is your fault,” he whispers. “there’s nothing you could’ve done that would change anything. you’ve done everything that you could.” 

chishiya remains fixated on you. the tears welling in your eyes roll down your cheeks. you swallow harshly, trying to push the emotion down. you forcefully wipe the tears away from your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you mumble. 

“come here.” you turn to him, hesitating before slowly making your way into his arms. chishiya stiffens before he relaxes, wrapping his arm around your waist. he gently rubs your back, letting you cry into his chest. you cling to him tightly, hands shaking as you bury your face into his neck. he ignores the uncomfortable feeling of your tears wetting his skin and soaking into his jacket. “it’s okay,” he whispers. “it’s gonna be okay.” 

you sniffle when you pull away, forcefully wiping the tears away from your eyes. “you promise?” the words feel juvenile as you’re saying them but chishiya nods anyway, gently wiping your tears away. you let his warmth seep through you. chishiya holds you even closer. 

“i promise.” 

[viastro]

catch me | lee jihoon

ミ★ synopsis: jihoon didn’t want any weaknesses, he couldn’t afford to have any. that’s why he ended your guys friendship. he couldn’t risk your life because of how dangerous his lifestyle is, but everything seems to crumble the moment he saves you for the first time.

ミ★ genre: best friends to strangers to lovers!au (kinda?), spiderman!woozi, action, angst, some suspense, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: since this is a superhero au, there will be violence in this oneshot as well as the mentions of some weapons (knives and guns). some suggestive jokes, minor character death

ミ★ word count: 13,787

ミ★ pairings: woozi x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! sorry this is so late, but here’s my 2,000 follower celebratory oneshot <33 i remembered how much you guys liked my spiderman!joshua oneshot, so i decided to write another one. i’d like to thank @thepixelelf​ for giving me the idea to make spiderman!woozi <33 i’m not very good at writing fighting scenes ?? and i feel like more could’ve been done, but this is the best i can do with my busy schedule ! sorry if it’s not up to par </333 this shit is long as fuck though holy shit why do i write so much helPBJEKSBRGKD anyways, make sure to give woozi lots of love ! thank you for 2,000 followers again, i’m so grateful to you all.

“You’ll never catch me!” You squeal, running around the playset as fast as your small legs will allow it. The similar sound of other children laughing and screaming from joy just by being at the playground ring in your ears. You turn back to see if your best friend is close behind you, only to let out a scream when you see him close enough to tag you.

“Uji! Go away!” You say with a laugh as you run under the slide, moving to sprint up the stairs. You’re only stopped once you feel Jihoon’s small hand grab onto your wrist, and you let out a whine. Turning your head, you see Jihoon standing behind you with a toothless smile. 

“I caught you, yn! I’ll always catch you, remember? You have to tag me now, we only have time for one more game because it looks like our moms are tired.” You pout at him, and he giggles, reaching out and patting down the flyaways of your hair. 

“But I hate being the tagger.” You whine, looking down at the ground to try and appeal to your best friend. Jihoon only smiles, shaking his head at you as he releases your hand from his grasp. He motions for you to cover your eyes, and you let out a sigh, before nodding your head.

“Count to ten. Okay, yn?” Jihoon asks you, and you find your lips morphing into a smile, nodding your head. You raise your hands up to your eyes, and Jihoon immediately begins to find a hiding spot. He turns his head to glance back at you as he runs, smiling when he hears you call out:

“One!”

You gasp awake, staring up at your dark ceiling. Your bedroom is silent, except for the quiet sound of your humidifier, a stark difference to that of the squeals from the playground. You roll over with a groan, reaching out and checking the time on your phone, just to let out a tired sigh. 

“Six in the morning? I don’t need to be awake until nine.” You whine, raising your hands up to cover your face. The remaining bittersweet feeling from the dream slowly drifts away as you feel your fatigue begin to take over. 

Before you drift off completely, you find yourself hoping that you’ll fall into the same dream again. For it’s the only place where you can speak to your ex-best friend, Lee Jihoon.

“Woozi, we have a quiz today! I can’t keep saving your ass from the professor.” Seungcheol says in exasperation as he attempts to keep up with his friend, internally wondering why no matter how hard he tries to match Jihoon’s pace, he’s unable to.

“Well you have to if you still want my mom’s kimchi! Please, I’ll make it up to you. Something came-”

“Something came up, I know, I know. Just text me when you get back to your apartment, okay? I’ll give you my notes later.” Jihoon quickly turns back to glance at his friend, letting out a grateful smile and nodding his head.

“Of course! I’ll see you later, Cheol.” Jihoon calls out in response, hurrying towards the exit of the university. Seungcheol just watches until that black head of hair disappears, before sighing and walking in the direction of their building. 

“Gonna make him buy me bbq this time, I swear to God.”

You tiredly enter the bank, needing to deposit cash from your recent tutoring job. Holding back a yawn, you walk over to the shortest line and step behind the last person. You pull out your phone and scroll through Twitter, beginning to question why you haven’t asked the parents if they could just pay you through Venmo. 

“Open the vault if you don’t want a bullet in your head!” Your eyes widen when you hear the loud voice boom in front of you. Glancing around, your heart falls into your stomach when you see a few of the other people who you presumed were also waiting to be helped by an employee, are now holding guns up towards innocent people. 

Your thumb moves on its own across your phone screen to call the police, but the cold sound of a click next to your ear makes you freeze. You don’t dare to move, staying frozen as you watch the other gunmen shove the innocent employees of the bank towards the corner. 

“I suggest you give me your phone and go join them if you don’t want your head blown to bits.” The man behind the gun says to you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly move your phone in his direction, and he snatches it out of your hand. He nudges you with the butt of the gun, and you quickly make your way to the other people, sitting down beside one elderly man on the floor. 

“We’ll need to take all of your phones. For our safety, of course. I suppose for yours too, considering that if you call the cops then we’d have to kill you.” The man who pressed the gun against your head says with a smile, and you watch as everyone slowly reaches into their pockets or purses and holds it out. You presume he’s the leader when the other people in the group take the electronic devices and throw them into a box they stole. 

You look down at your trembling hands, intertwining your fingers together in an attempt to stop them from shaking, but to no avail. You sit in silence as you listen to the robbers discuss when their ride will get here, wondering how cold hearted they must be to not even care. 

“Someone. Please help us.” You quietly plead, feeling the elderly man begin to shake beside you as he holds back his own tears. 

“I don’t think that money belongs to you.” Your ears perk up at the sudden voice, looking up when you hear the sound of the front doors close. Your eyes widen when you see the familiar dark red and blue suited figure, the one you’ve seen on the news. 

“Spiderman.” You mutter, watching as the gunmen all turn towards him, guns aimed at the superhero’s head. The presumed leader of the group tilts his head with a laugh, still holding the backpack full of money in his hand. 

“And who are you to decide that?” The man asks, lazily switching off the safety of his gun as he holds it in Spiderman’s direction. You watch as the superhero shrugs his shoulders, looking like the definition of ease as he leans against the wall. 

“I pay my taxes.” Spiderman responds, and you bite back a laugh when you notice the twitch to the leader’s eye. The amusement almost immediately turns into fear when you watch the leader’s finger press on the trigger, and you unconsciously reach out towards the superhero. 

Everything moves faster than you can imagine.

Within seconds Spiderman has the leader’s hand trapped onto the wall with the spiderweb, and knocked the guns out of half of the robbers hands. You watch as he fights with a few of the other guys, and you hold back a scream when you hear the sound of a gun go off. Your eyes widen when you see one of the men fall to the ground, blood pooling around him. Your gaze trails over towards the leader, seeing him staring at the body with an indecipherable look on his face.

“We have to go while they’re distracted, come on.” You turn your head away from the sight and look up at the elderly man, watching as he holds his hand out towards you. You look around and see the other hostages speeding towards the exit, knowing that the superhero gave them the signal to run. 

You nod your head, reaching out and grabbing the elderly man’s hand. The two of you quickly walk towards the doors, the sound of grunts and fighting being heard from behind you. You’re about to reach the exit when you’re yanked backwards by the collar of your shirt, choking you in the process as an arm wraps around your neck. 

You almost let out a scream until you feel the familiar feeling of cool metal being placed on your temple, and your body immediately turns rigid in the hold of your captor. You flinch when you hear him whistle beside you, gaining the attention of the superhero. 

“Spiderboy! I suggest you don’t make any move to come closer unless you want a bullet in their head.” The familiar voice of the leader rings in your ear, and you clench your fist at your side. You take notice of the fact that Spiderman freezes the moment he looks in your direction, and you blink back tears when the head of the gun is pressed harder against your temple. 

“So you do listen to commands when someone’s life is at stake, good to know.” The man says, and Spiderman just stands there, staring at the two of you as the rest of the robbers lay on the floor. Either knocked out or held in place by the strong web that was shot at them. 

“Let them go.” Spiderman seethes, and your captor simply laughs, causing you to flinch. He tightens the grip he has around your neck, and you let out a squeak, causing the superhero to take a step forward. 

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t want to lose an innocent life today, don’t we?” Spiderman halts his movements when the man turns off the safety of the gun. The tears slip past your eyes from the sound, and you look at the superhero, silently begging him for help. 

Spiderman tightens his fist at his side from the sight of your tears, before tearing his gaze away from you and looking at your captor. “What do you want?” 

“Let my men and I-”

“Me and a few of my men.” The captor pauses, tilting his head at the superhero, wondering if Spiderman really just corrected him on his grammar in this situation. You even have to hold back a snort, which is an odd thing to do considering that you’re on the verge of losing your life if you make one wrong move.

“Let me and a few of my men take a few bags of money and go. I’ll let this,” Noticing the red and blue flashing lights coming through the windows, the man wiggles his arm around your neck a bit, constricting your airway as you let out a gasp for air.  “This civilian, go.” 

The two stare each other down for a bit, before Spiderman loosens his fist, nodding his head. Your eyes widen at the superhero willing to protect your life by letting the money be stolen. Your captor lets out a chuckle, before releasing his hold on your neck. You immediately fall to your knees, gasping for air as the tears fall from your eyes onto the tiled floor. 

“No funny business, Spidey.” The leader says, grabbing two backpacks full of money and nudging a few of the guys until they wake up. Spiderman doesn’t respond, instead rushing over to you and grasping your face in his hands. 

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you badly?” The superhero asks in concern as he checks over your features, but you don’t respond. Instead you stare at him in silence, suddenly wondering why his voice sounds so familiar, and why he’s holding your face so tenderly. 

“Who are yo-” 

“Oh! Spiderboy.” The two of you glance over towards the leader and a few of his men, now holding quite a few bags full of stolen money. Your eyes widen when he raises the gun in your direction, and Spiderman sharply inhales when he realizes what’s about to happen. 

“Never trust a conman.” The leader states, before pulling the trigger. 

The loud echo of the gunshot rings around the room, along with the sound of the doors opening and closing as the robbers try to escape. Your eyes slowly open when you don’t feel any pain, and you realize that you’re being held in the arms of Spiderman, hanging high from the ceiling. 

He slowly lowers you both back to the floor, and he lets you go as soon as your feet touch the tile. You slide down onto your knees, feeling dazed as to what just occurred. 

“Don’t get yourself into trouble again.” Spiderman says in a soft tone, and you slowly look up at him. The two of you stare at each other in silence, and you wonder if he’s always this worried about other people he saves.

You open your mouth to respond, only for the doors to slam open. You freeze, fear crawling up your throat at the thought that it may be the robbers, only to relax when you see the police and FBI enter, already beginning to make arrests. 

“Are you okay? Someone get this person a blanket!” An FBI agent orders once they walk up to you. They help you up off the floor, and you turn your head to look for the red and blue suited superhero, only to see that he’s disappeared without a trace. 

“Thank you, Spiderman.” You mumble, before getting escorted out of the bank. 

“Fuck.” Jihoon cries as he limps towards Seungcheol’s apartment, hand clutching onto his thigh in an attempt to stop the bleeding. As soon as he left the bank, he realized he didn’t leave unscathed as he flew through the city. He changed once he got to the alley where he put his stuff, and made his way to Seungcheol’s. 

Once Jihoon reaches the door, he immediately slams his fist onto it, desperately needing his friend to help him. “Woozi, I already told you how my neighbors feel about you banging on my front door.” Seungcheol says with a grin as he opens the door, having not looked up at his friend yet. It’s only when Jihoon practically crumbles onto the door frame that Seungcheol realizes the state he’s in, and he immediately pulls him inside. 

“What the fuck did you do?!” Seungcheol asks as he practically carries Jihoon into the bathroom, placing him onto the toilet. The blonde scrambles through his drawers, searching for the first aid kit. While Jihoon just grimaces in pain, rolling up his pants with a shaky leg to reveal the gunshot wound on his thigh. Seungcheol’s eyes widen, the first aid kit falling from his hands at the sight. 

“You got shot?!” Seungcheol hisses, and Jihoon just lets out a tired laugh, beginning to feel a bit faint. 

“I’ll explain later, but I can’t go to the hospital. I know you’re only an intern right now, but you’re the only one I trust. Please.” Jihoon pleads, and Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek harshly, before nodding his head. 

“I swear to God if you’re a drug dealer Jihoon-” 

“I’m not a drug dealer, you fucking buffoon.” 

“Oh my God.” Jihoon quietly eats the instant rice, letting Seungcheol go through the five stages of shock. He glances over at the blonde, finding him still staring down at the table with wide eyes.

“My best friend is Spiderman.” Seungcheol mutters, his hands going up and gripping his own hair as his eyes widen even more. Jihoon nods his head, reaching over and taking some kimchi, placing it into his mouth.

“That’s why he always left class at the most random times.” Seungcheol whispers, hands trailing down to cup his cheeks as all the pieces begin to come together. Jihoon continues to eat in silence as he lets his friend go through an existential crisis. He glances down at the stitches on his thigh, before looking back up at Seungcheol from across the table. 

“Thank you for stitching me up. The hospital would’ve asked a lot of questions and I couldn’t afford that.” Jihoon says, placing the empty bowl of rice on the table. Seungcheol finally looks up at his friend, and he runs a hand through his hair. 

“Is that why you suddenly got really strong in high school?” Seungcheol asks, completely missing the fact that Jihoon just thanked him. The black haired beauty nods his head in response, taking a sip of water. 

“Got bit by a weird spider on that field trip in junior year, and suddenly my hands were sticky and I could break sinks easily. It was a strange moment in my life.” Jihoon answers, and Seungcheol runs his hand through his hair again. Jihoon rolls his eyes, reaching out and slapping the blonde’s hand, making Seungcheol yelp. 

“You’re gonna go bald if you keep pulling your hair like that.” Seungcheol frowns, before leaning back in his seat and letting out a sigh. He glances over at Jihoon and raises an eyebrow when he finds him with a furrow to his brow. 

“Now you’re the one who looks like you’re going through an existential crisis. What’s on your mind?” Jihoon looks up from the table to find Seungcheol staring at him in concern, and he lets out a breath. Jihoon takes another sip of his water, before pursing his lips. 

“Yn was one of the hostages at the bank robbery today.” Seungcheol’s eyes widen at the mention of your name, having not heard Jihoon utter it since your guys’ falling out in high school. “I don’t know why the fuck the guy chose them to get to me, but he did.” 

“Is yn okay?” Seungcheol asks, and Jihoon nods his head. He looks off to the side, remembering the frantic look in your eyes as tears trailed down your cheeks. Biting his bottom lip, he stands up from the table and limps over to the couch. 

“Woozi.” 

“Yn’s fine, Cheol. I made sure of it. The stupid guys all got caught by the police and FBI outside anyways, I saw the blue and red lights. It’s the only reason I let them go. They can’t get to yn either, they don’t know shit about us.” Jihoon says with a sense of finality, laying down onto the couch and closing his eyes. Seungcheol nods his head, knowing better than to push his friend for more answers. 

“Spiderman doesn’t have any weaknesses that the public knows of. Yn’s safe.” Jihoon adds, soon falling asleep while clutching the throw pillow on his side. Seungcheol looks down at the table, wondering if Jihoon is saying that with confidence, 

Or in an attempt to convince himself.

You walk to your next class on campus, feeling self conscious from everyone’s stares as you do so. Reaching into your pocket, you turn up the volume on your earbuds, trying to block out everyone’s whispers. 

Everyone on campus knows of what occurred at the bank, and you’ve become a hot topic since you were saved by your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. The thought of his voice still lingers in your head, and the feeling of his hands cupping your face remains even if it’s been a week since the incident. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you look down at the ground as you walk, attempting to pick up the pace so that you can get a seat in the back row of the auditorium. You’ve always been clumsy though, as you soon find yourself accidentally slamming into the shoulder of someone walking past you, making the person drop their books behind you. 

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, quickly pulling out your earbuds and bending down to pick up all the textbooks that fell onto the ground. Once you’ve grabbed all the books, you glance up, only to freeze when you look into those familiar brown eyes. Slowly you stand up from the ground, books in your arms as you and Jihoon stare at each other in silence, unsaid words being exchanged through your gazes.

“Jihoo-” The black haired beauty takes the books out of your grasp, and simply nods his head at you. 

“Thanks.” He mutters, before continuing on with his day, not another word or glance back at you as he does so. Your eyes trail after him for a moment, before you purse your lips, nodding your head at the sad reality that is, 

You and Jihoon aren’t best friends anymore.

You walk towards your apartment with the bag of takeout in your hand, feeling tired from the eventful day you had at university. Letting out a breath, you glance up at the sky for a moment as you walk, staring up at the cloudy skies. 

“When will the sun come back?” You mutter, wondering if a smidge of sunshine will be able to lift your spirits. Looking back down at the pavement, you freeze when you feel something sharp be pressed into the side of your stomach. 

“Give me all your money.” Tiredly, you turn your head, seeing a man with a black ski mask over his face as he stares at you. Glancing downwards, you find that he’s pressing a dull knife into your side, before boredly letting your eyes trail back up towards his face.

“Are you kidding me? Another robbery?” The robber tilts his head in confusion as to why you’re not afraid, watching as you look up towards the sky and send a middle finger towards the clouds. 

“God. You know that I’m a poor fucking college student, yet you continue to put me in these money stealing situations not once, but twice in the span a week?!” You shout, and the robber flinches slightly at the anger in your tone. Letting out a sigh, you turn back towards the masked man, staring at him for a moment. 

“I hope you can still have children after this, but then again, you shouldn’t be robbing people. Especially broke college students, have you even looked at my backpack? So you know what? Fuck you actually.”

“What?”

Without another word, you rest both hands on the robber’s shoulders, and with as much force as you can, knee him right in the crotch. The man lets out a shriek, falling to his knees, knife hitting the sidewalk as they clutch their poor genitals. 

“I fucking hate it here. My backpack literally has holes in it and I have a bag of takeout from the cheapest restaurant in town. Are you dumb? Why would you try to rob me?” You rant to yourself as you take the knife and chuck it down the alleyway. The man calls out to you, and you shoot him a glare, before turning around and walking away. 

“Sick and tired of this bullshit.” You grumble, about to turn the corner when you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Your eyes widen, fear taking over as you impulsively start to walk faster, wondering if the man already healed from the fact that you destroyed his chances of having children. 

You’re about to break into a full on sprint when you hear two bodies collide behind you, followed by a grunt of pain. Slowly you turn your head, just to find the robber hanging upside down in a web from the top of the streetlight, and your eyes slowly trail down to see the red and blue suited figure staring at you.

“Spiderman?”

“I thought I told you not to get into any trouble again.” The superhero states, walking towards you after making sure that the robber is unconscious. You raise an eyebrow, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “You think I’m trying to get robbed and murdered?”

Spiderman shrugs his shoulders, now standing directly in front of you. “Considering that this is the second time I’ve come to save you in a span of a week-”

“Are you complaining about your job to me right now, Spiderman?” You ask with a grin, and the superhero pauses, before letting out a sigh. You chuckle, tilting your head at the red and blue suited figure standing before you. 

“Just. Be safe, please.” He says in a softer tone, and you feel warmth flood your face slightly. You stare at him for a moment, wondering why he seems so familiar, and why he cares so much for you. 

Jihoon searches your eyes through the mask, somehow feeling both heartbroken and happy. Heartbroken because him being in the suit is the only reason he can speak to you right now. Happy because he’s able to see you, even if it’s only for a brief moment.

He nods his head before you can ask any questions, preparing to shoot a web to swing away, but you reach out and grasp his wrist. Jihoon sucks in a breath, turning back to glance at you, “Yes?”

“If I happen to be in a situation like this again-”

“Which you won’t.” Spiderman states, and you nod your head, but give him a small smile. 

“Will you come save me?” You ask, and the red and blue suited figure stares at you in silence for a second, before nodding his head. 

“Of course.” Spiderman mutters, and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting go of his arm so that he can swing away. You raise your hand up and wave at him with a smile on your face, 

“Bye, Spiderman.” 

Jihoon’s heart warms at the sight of your smile, sending you a wave as he shoots a web towards the top of the building. 

“Bye, yn.” You watch as Spiderman swings away from you, staring until he’s out of sight. Reaching into your pocket, you call the cops to make sure that the robber gets arrested, before walking in the direction of your apartment. 

It’s when you’re about to enter the building that you pause, turning back to glance behind you when you realize. 

“How does Spiderman know my name?”

“You said their NAME?!” Seungcheol yells from across the table, and Jihoon flinches back from the volume. He lets out a frustrated sigh, slapping his own face for his stupidity in the moment. 

“I didn’t mean to! I don’t even know why I said their name! It just slipped out when they waved at me with a smile on their face!” Jihoon responds, looking out the window as he recalls the warm look on your face as you stared at him. His expression morphs into a scowl, wondering why he let himself do that.

“As long as yn doesn’t get into trouble again, it should be fine. I won’t have to run into them anymore.” Jihoon mumbles, letting out a sigh as he rests his forehead down onto the table. Seungcheol watches as his friend’s shoulders slump forward in exhaustion, and he takes a sip of water. 

“If you ran into yn again as Spiderman, it’d be sus too. Enemies might look at them as your weakness if it happens too frequently, so hopefully yn getting into trouble was only a two time thing.” Seungcheol adds, and Jihoon glances down at his hands, remembering the harsh reality he has to live as a superhero.

“I hope so, or else the pain of ending our friendship would’ve been for nothing.”

“Cheol, do you know where Uji is? I’ve been trying to reach him for the last week but he hasn’t replied to my text or calls. I even went to his house multiple times but he won’t answer, and when I’d walk up to him during class he’d mutter an excuse and leave.” You explain, fumbling with your hands as you wonder why your best friend hasn’t contacted you. Seungcheol stares at you with a sad look to his eye, before pointing with his chin in the direction of the parking lot. 

“Jihoon just left to go to his car, he should probably still be there.” You nod your head, giving Seungcheol a grateful smile. 

“Thank you, Cheollie. I’ll text you later!” You call out as you run to the parking lot, and the black haired beauty simply watches until you turn the corner, now out of sight. He lets out a small breath, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side. Closing his locker, he looks back up in the direction you left in. 

“Woozi, why are you hurting yn like this?” 

You push open the front doors, and let out a hopeful smile when you see Jihoon’s car still in its parking space. You run towards the vehicle, tapping on the glass of the driver’s seat window when you make it. Your best friend turns his head to look at you, and you frown when you see a tired sigh leave his lips. Jihoon rolls down the window, looking up at you from his seat. 

“What?”

“Why have you been avoiding me? You’ve been missing out on our weekend movie nights and my mom’s been asking for you-”

“Yn, we’re about to be seniors and you’re this dependent on me? You expect me to free up my schedule all the time for you?” Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at Jihoon, curious as to why he’s being so cold. The black haired beauty sighs again, turning on the engine to his car. 

“I think it’s best for us to not be friends anymore. We’ll probably go to different universities anyways.” Jihoon states, taking one last glance at you before backing out of his parking spot. You clench your fists at your sides, heartbroken and angry at the complete bullshit you just heard. 

“Just like that? Ten years of friendship gone just like that?!” You yell out, and Jihoon glances at you. You suck in a breath at the iciness to his gaze, never having had that look directed towards you before. 

“I don’t care. You shouldn’t care anymore either.”Jihoon simply rolls up his window and drives out of the parking lot after his harsh words, leaving you standing there alone. Harshly biting the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from falling, you walk back towards the school, not sparing the vehicle another glance.

You lean back into your seat at the memory, wondering why your ex-best friend has been on your mind for the last couple weeks. Letting out a quiet sigh, you stare down at your notes for statistics, suddenly feeling a weight of exhaustion lay itself on your shoulders.

“I’ll take a small walk then.” You mumble, standing up from the table you’ve been occupying. Stretching your arms above your head, you begin to take a walk around the university library. Unconsciously, you head towards the manga section, wondering if you could possibly rent a sailor moon manga. 

You walk into an aisle and look around the assortment of manhwas you can choose from, and a bright smile forms on your face when you find the next volume of the sailor moon manga you wanted. You take a step forward and grasp it, only to freeze when you look up and lock eyes with those familiar brown eyes in the aisle in front of you. 

The two of you stare at each other in silence for a moment, before you look away first, grabbing the manga and walking out of the aisle. Clenching your fist at your side, you head back towards your table, now feeling more angry than exhausted.

Jihoon lets out a breath as he watches you sit down at your table, opening up the manhwa and beginning to read. He walks over to a table by the window, sitting down into the comfy seat and opening up his laptop. His eyes slowly trail up towards you again, and he curses to himself, looking down at his assignment. 

“Why’d I even come to the library to study when I have my own apartment?” Jihoon asks himself quietly, but he already knows the answer. He glances up in your direction again, finding you still reading the manga as your foot taps the carpeted floor beneath you. He lets out a soft smile when he catches you giggling quietly, his heart warm just from seeing you.

Jihoon just wants to protect you.

You stir slightly, your vision blurry as you blink your eyes, trying to remember where you are. You gaze around the room, before sucking in a breath when you realize that you’re at the library. The manga you were reading lays open in front of you, and you cringe at the small drool mark left on the table. 

Frowning as you inconspicuously wipe away your drool with a tissue, you recall the feeling of being poked. You glance up from the table, just to squint when you see a familiar figure walking towards the exit of the library. Your eyes widen when you realize who it is, and you quickly shove your stuff into your bag, rushing towards the exit to catch up to him. 

Jihoon steps out of the library, walking down the steps. He let you sleep for around half an hour until he received a text from Seungcheol letting him know of what seems to be a dangerous drug deal occurring near his apartment complex. 

On his way out, Jihoon carefully poked your shoulder until you began to stir, before exiting the library. He only stayed at the library for so long to keep an eye on you, as you have been a magnet for trouble recently. 

“Jihoon!” The black haired beauty’s eyes widen at the call of his name, refusing to turn around and instead continues to walk towards the crime scene he needs to go to. “Lee Jihoon!” He picks up the pace when he hears your footsteps draw nearer, only to stop when your hand grasps his shoulder. 

“I know you heard me.” You breathe out, and he slowly turns to look at you, trying to appear as uninterested as possible as he does so. Jihoon sighs, “Do you need something, yn? I’m busy right now.”

“Why did you stay at the library while I slept? Did you wake me up?” You ask, and your ex-best friend chuckles, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. Your arm awkwardly falls back to your side, and you clench your fist.

“It’s embarrassing to drool on the library table.” Jihoon answers, and you scoff, turning away from him to look up at the sky. The black haired beauty raises an eyebrow at your reaction, “What’s got you so annoyed?” 

“Why would you care about whether or not I was embarrassing myself?” Jihoon stares at you, unable to answer your question. Looking up at the cloudy sky, you let out a bitter laugh, before looking back down towards him. 

“You said you didn’t care about our friendship three years ago. You said you didn’t care about me, but your actions right now are fucking confusing me!” You shout in frustration, raising your hands up to your head as you stare at Jihoon. Tears fill your eyes the longer you look at him, and you bite your bottom lip when one escapes your left eye. Jihoon’s gaze follows the single tear, watching as it trails down your cheek.

“You ended our friendship without any remorse, acting as if ten years never mattered. You left me, Uji. You left me! You can’t just suddenly come back into my life and act like you care when you fucking left.” You hiss, stepping forward and poking his chest with each enunciation. Jihoon just stays quiet, feeling nothing but remorse as he watches the tears fall past your eyes. The pain is obvious in your gaze and your words, but he can’t tell you the truth. 

He can’t risk your life. 

“Fucking pick one. You either care about me or you don’t. If you choose the latter? Then fucking leave me alone, please. The pain is still too much to bear.” You state, before wiping away the tears from your face and turning around and walking away. Jihoon’s eyes follow after you, and he clenches his fist at his side once you turn the corner, now out of sight. 

Letting out a breath, the black haired beauty shakes his head as if it’ll clear his thoughts. He turns back in the direction of the drug deal going on and continues on his way, knowing damn well he’s already far too late. 

He somehow can’t bring himself to care right now, though.

Jihoon swings from building to building, heart still heavy from the conversation the two of you had a few days prior. 

Is it bad for a superhero to despise being one?

Jihoon never asked to be bitten by a radioactive spider and become your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to lose you, one of the people he cares about most in this god forsaken world. 

Jihoon never asked for this. 

“Ah, but my morals won’t let me just not use this power for good.” Jihoon mutters to himself as he swings onto the top of an apartment complex, staring down at the streets as the stars shine brightly above him and the car lights shine from below. 

Removing the mask from his head, he pats down his hair, just looking out for any trouble going on from below him as he does so. He lets out a sigh, letting his legs dangle off the ledge as he stares out across the city, somehow feeling lonely. 

The sound of your voice from afar rings in his ear, and he looks down to find you waving off a guy. Reaching over and putting on his mask, he squints his eyes when the guy tries to grab your shoulder. 

“You’re really attractive, can you just give me your number?” You hold back from rolling your eyes, instead just shaking your head and giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m not interested.” 

“You don’t have to be a bitch. Just give me your fucking number-” You’re about to yell back when a flash of red and blue lands right in front of you, blocking you from the stranger’s advances. The guy’s eyes grow rather large, and you hold back a smirk of amusement as he takes a step back.

“They said they’re not interested. Did your parents teach you nothing about consent?” Spiderman asks coldly, and your eyebrows furrow. 

The man takes another step back, having suddenly lost all of his confidence as he shakes his head. The superhero gestures with his chin, waving the guy off. 

“Leave while I’m asking nicely.” Spiderman states in an icy tone. The creepy man doesn’t need to be told twice, as he practically sprints away, not sparing another glance back as he does so. The red and blue suited figure turns back towards you, tilting his head at the sight of your frown.

“Are you just a magnet for trouble or something? Why do you always-”

“Jihoon?” 

The two of you stare at each other in silence, you with wide eyes, and Jihoon with his mouth dropped open behind the mask. Your eyes trail over his physique, the pieces suddenly coming together as you realize Spiderman and Jihoon have the exact same body type. 

Why Spiderman was so stunned to see you at the bank, why his voice was so familiar, why he was so adamant on you being safe, why he’s always there when you’re in a bad situation. 

It’s all because it’s Jihoon.

Your ex-best friend is Spiderman. 

“Who?” Jihoon asks, trying to play off that he wasn’t shocked at all by the fact that you just uncovered his identity. You continue to stare at him in shock, and you raise a hand to your mouth that you didn’t make the connection sooner. 

“You’re fucking Spiderman?!” You whisper-shout, and the superhero runs his hand over the top of his mask. After a moment, Jihoon extends his hand towards you, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Let’s talk about this somewhere else, yn.” Spiderman, no, Jihoon says. You stare at his hand for a second, before your eyes trail up towards his mask. Letting out a breath, you reach out and grasp his hand, and he pulls you closer so that your arms have to wrap around his waist. 

“You trust me?” Jihoon asks as he shoots a web towards the top of the building. 

“No, not since you left.” You answer, and your ex-best friend lets out a breath. He turns to glance at you, and you look back at him, aware of the close proximity between you two. 

“Hold on tight, yn. I won’t let you fall.” Jihoon tells you, and you slowly tighten your grip around his waist. His hold on you is strong as well, and before you know it, the two of you are flying up into the air, swinging around. 

“Oh my God!” You shout, holding Jihoon’s body even tighter as you close your eyes to the sight below you. Before you know it, the black haired beauty has landed the two of you on top of a building, but you keep your eyes shut. 

“Yn, you can let go now.” You hear him say, but you refuse to let go, still holding his waist as you keep your face in the crook of his neck. Jihoon’s aware of how fast his heart is beating from the fact that you’re basically hugging him right now, but all he can hope is that you don’t feel it. 

“Yn-” 

“Just. A few more seconds, please.” You plead, voice shaking slightly from the overwhelming emotions you feel as you hug your ex-best friend. Jihoon bites his bottom lip, nodding his head as he keeps one arm wrapped around you. 

After a moment, you pull away and stare at the masked figure. He lets out a breath, knowing how dangerous this is, but he was already caught red handed by you. Slowly, he reaches his hand up and takes his mask off, revealing that familiar face you’ve always known, just with his black hair sitting messily atop his head.

“We need to talk, Jihoon.” You state, and he nods his head, turning to look out towards the city. 

“Let’s talk then.” 

“So you ended our friendship to protect me, not because you suddenly decided to be an ass?” Jihoon purses his lips at the term, knowing that he did act like a bitch. Nodding his head, you turn back to look out towards the city, letting out a sigh.

It’s been almost an hour since you realized that Jihoon is Spiderman, and the two of you are currently sitting on the ledge of the building. He just told you everything that you didn’t know, and it gave you all the answers to the questions you’ve been asking yourself for the last three years. 

That doesn’t mean you’re not pissed off though.

“You could’ve just told me the truth.” You mutter, and the black haired beauty beside you immediately shakes his head, no. “No one knew I was Spiderman until the day I saved you the first time. I had to tell Cheol the truth because he was convinced I was a drug dealer when I collapsed into his apartment with a bullet hole in my thigh-”

“You got shot?!”

“So he was the first person to ever find out the truth after three years of me keeping my identity a secret. You were able to figure it out though.” Jihoon finishes, ignoring the fact that you’re staring at him with a shocked expression on your face, very concerned at the fact that he got shot. The superhero is fine though, it healed nicely.

“You really hurt me, ya know.” You state, turning to glance at Jihoon. He looks away from you, feeling ashamed for what he felt that he had to do. He nods his head, staring out at the lights in the city, watching them shine brightly. 

Jihoon thinks that they could never shine as bright as you, though.

“I know that my apology probably means nothing in comparison to what I destroyed and how much I hurt you, but I’m so fucking sorry, yn.” Jihoon says, the regret very clear in his tone. He doesn’t turn back towards you, but you understand. He’s never been good at being open about his feelings, let alone apologizing. 

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You mutter, turning away to look out at the city alongside him. The two of you stare at the lights from the cars and buildings, seeing how alive Seoul is at night. 

“I missed you.” Jihoon whispers after a moment of the two of you just sitting in silence, and you hold back a smile from breaking out onto your features as you glance down at the busy street below the two of you. Nodding your head, you let out a sigh, looking up at the stars as your vision soon turns blurry. 

“I missed you too, Uji.” 

Seungcheol practically drags himself to his apartment door after the insistent knocking continues even though he originally ignored it. The blonde wipes his eyes as he opens the door in an attempt to wake himself up more, only for his mouth to drop open.

“Yn and Woozi?!” Seungcheol gapes, and you give him a smile, raising your arm up and waving at your old friend. “Hi Cheollie!” 

Seungcheol nods his head at you, mouth still dropped open as his gaze falls to Jihoon, who is just giving him a sheepish smile. The blonde steps to the side, allowing you and Jihoon to enter his apartment as he closes the front door. 

“Would you like any food, yn?” Seungcheol asks as he slowly walks over to the kitchen, and you nod your head as you look around your surroundings. “That would be great, thanks.” 

Seungcheol grins, before grabbing Jihoon’s wrist and yanking him into the kitchen without another word. You bite back a laugh, choosing to walk over towards Seungcheol’s couch and sitting down, allowing the two to catch up on what just transpired.

“Yn KNOWS?!” You glance over towards the kitchen when you hear Seungcheol’s voice ring out. Finally letting out a giggle when you hear him shout in indignation from what you presume was Jihoon’s slap. 

After a few more minutes pass, the two finally exit the kitchen with a fresh pot of ramen, which Seungcheol places on top of a potholder onto the coffee table. Jihoon hands you a bowl and chopsticks, to which you gratefully accept and begin to eat.

“So. You know.” Seungcheol begins, and you nod your head as you slurp up more noodles. The blonde nods his head back at you, looking away and eating some ramen himself. “Good for you, good for you.” 

The sounds of the three of you slurping up noodles fills the strange silence that has settled itself over Seungcheol’s apartment. You share a glance with Jihoon, who just looks both amused and annoyed, before sneaking a peek at Seungcheol, who still appears to be in a state of shock. 

The latter turns to look at you again, “You and Jihoon are friends again?” 

As you chew the noodles, you take a look at the black haired beauty, only to end up catching his gaze. You tilt your head at him, wondering the same thing, and he just gives you a close-lipped smile. Taking a sip of the soup, he gestures towards you with his hand. 

“I don’t think I have the right to decide that after what I did, not to make that sound like I don’t want us to be friends again. I missed you a lot, but it’s your decision on whether or not you want to be friends.” Jihoon explains, and Seungcheol nods his head in agreement. You poke your tongue into the inside of your cheek, having appreciated Jihoon’s response. 

Leaning onto the back of the couch, you reach your hand up and rub the back of your neck, shrugging your shoulders. The two look at you expectantly, waiting for your answer as you take a sip of water. 

Giving them both a small smile you say, “Yeah. Jihoon and I are friends.”

Jihoon smiles softly at your answer as he stares down at his ramen while Seungcheol lets out a cheer, beginning to happily catch up with you on everything the two of you haven’t been able to discuss. His eyes trail over to you, seeing the bright smile on your face as you converse with the blonde. While Jihoon is happy that you’re in his life again, deep down, he’s worried for your safety. 

For good reason.

Unbeknownst to the three of you, on the other side of the city, people are talking. 

“I think Spidey knew who they were, that’s why he let us go that day.” The man reports, sliding over the photo of you and Spiderman standing before each other from a few hours prior. The leader clicks his tongue as he easily recognizes you, surprised that you’re still alive even after he shot his gun in your direction.

“So the superhero does have a weakness.” The leader says, amusement written across his features as he stares at the photo of you and Spiderman for a second longer. Placing the picture down onto the table, he looks up towards his underling, giving him a smile.

“Do more research on that person and get back to me when you find out where they frequent.” He orders, softly stroking the photo as he tilts his head. Letting out a chuckle, he leans back into his seat, eyes trailing over towards the window, seeing the lit up Lotte World Tower shining back at him.

“Can’t let Spidey’s weakness just slip out of our fingers, can we?” 

Sitting on a blanket laid over the grass at the university forum, you type out your lab report on your laptop with the soft ost instrumental playing through your earbuds. As you do your assignment, you fail to realize that the sun that was shining on you has been blocked for a few minutes now. It’s only when you look away from your laptop to grab a grape to snack on that you notice the pair of sneakers standing right in front of your blanket.

Your eyes trail up the body until you lock eyes with Jihoon, and you let out a bright smile at the sight of him. Raising your hand up slightly, you wave at the pretty man. 

“How long have you been standing there? Come sit with me.” You say, scooting over on the blanket and grabbing the bag of grapes. Patting the space beside you, you look up at Jihoon expectantly, who grins softly down at you. He places his bag down and slips off his shoes before sitting down next to you on the blanket, taking a glance at your laptop screen.

“Studying?” You shrug your shoulders at the question, typing out the last sentence of your lab report. Shutting your laptop, you turn and send a wink towards the black haired beauty. “Not anymore, I just finished. Now I don’t have any bio homework for the rest of the day.” 

Jihoon turns away when you wink at him, feeling warmth flood his face at how cute you looked. Confusion and discomfort settles over him after a second, wondering why he felt so flustered when you winked at him. It’s nothing new, you always used to wink and act cute whenever you were excited or wanted something from him. 

So why is Jihoon’s heart racing right now? Why has it been racing every time he’s seen you recently? 

Oh my God, am I having a stroke?

“You’re having a stroke?!” You ask, sitting up onto your knees to check over Jihoon’s face. The latter’s mouth drops open slightly, having not realized he said that out loud. He immediately raises his hands up and shakes his head at you, “No! I’m fine, yn. Don’t worry.” 

You let out a breath of relief, plopping back down beside him. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, just appreciating each other’s presence while the sun basks the both of you in warmth. 

It’s been a couple weeks since you realized that Jihoon was Spiderman, and the reason why he ended your guys’ friendship so abruptly. At first, he was too afraid to approach you, as he wasn’t sure what the protocol was now that you guys were friends again. However, the two of you quickly become comfortable, falling into a dynamic similar to what you once had three years ago. 

A similar dynamic, as the two of you have realized one thing incredibly different.

You unconsciously turn your head to take a peek at Jihoon, just to lock gazes with the pretty man. You’re about to look away, only to stop when you see the hint of a smile forming on his face. You tilt your head at him, wondering what he’s thinking as he lets out a breath, turning away from you. 

“Wanna go do something since you don’t have any more homework to do?” Jihoon suggests as he looks around the square, noticing all the couples that surround the two of you. Glancing down at your shut laptop, you nod your head, finding the idea of spending the day with Jihoon to be rather lovely. 

“What would we do though?” You ask as the two of you stand up from the blanket, packing all your things to bring back to your apartment. Jihoon places your laptop into your bag, before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder along with his own backpack. He gives you a grin, “I have an idea in mind.” 

Pursing your lips as the two of you begin to walk off the grass and onto the cobblestone pathway, you find yourself wondering what his plan is. 

“Sounds suspicious. I’m in.”

“I’m concerned at what your thought process was to come to that conclusion, yn.”

“Don’t worry about it, Spidey.” 

The sweet flavor of the ice cream hits your tongue, making you let out a happy sigh as you look up at the night sky. Jihoon turns to glance at you, grinning at how content you look while holding your ice cream cone. 

“Now that idea wasn’t bad, now was it?” You smile at the sentence, nodding your head as you remember the events of the day. 

Jihoon took you both to the movies, where you both thoroughly enjoyed the new Disney movie as you shared a bucket of popcorn. There were a few cliche moments where you would both reach for the popcorn and grab each other's hand, only to jerk away and just not attempt to get a handful of popcorn for a few minutes. 

After the movie ended, you went to go and get dinner where you both just joked around like old times. An argument ensued where the two of you fought over who’s paying the bill, only for Jihoon to sneak the waitress his card while you weren’t looking. This resulted in you almost going back to the waitress to request a refund so that you could pay for the meal (which isn’t how it works at all), only for the two of you to come to a compromise.

Now here you both are at 11 pm, walking along the street towards your apartment complex as you each eat ice cream that you paid for. 

“It was rather fun. It reminded me of our old movie nights.” You respond with a grin, turning to glance at Jihoon. He chuckles at the old memories of the two of you meeting at each other’s houses on Friday evenings to watch movies, and he nods his head in agreement. 

Jihoon opens his mouth to make a joke, only to pause when he realizes you’re no longer beside him. Turning around, he sees you standing a few feet behind him, a look of awe on your face as you look up at the sky, ice cream in your hand long forgotten. His eyes look over in the direction you’re staring in, and he lets out a soft smile when he sees the full moon surrounded by billions of stars.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes sparkle happily upon the sight of it. 

Jihoon feels his breath get taken away when his gaze trails over to you, the light from the moon shining onto you, giving off an ethereal glow. His heart pounds against his chest, and he feels warmth flood his face when a smile forms on your face. Slowly, he looks back over towards the moon, swallowing the lump in his throat as he answers softly,

“The moon was always beautiful.”

“Jihoon! Stop banging on my door, I’m coming! Jesus Christ-” Seungcheol calls out as he walks over towards his door. The blonde is seriously contemplating just giving his friend a key to his place due to how often he comes over nowadays.

Seungcheol swings the door open, just to find his superhero best friend looking incredibly dazed and confused. He raises an eyebrow when Jihoon just walks inside the apartment without being let in, and he sighs. 

“Can I come in, Cheol? Yeah, of course I’ll let you in Woozi! Thanks for asking so nicely. Of course, you’re my best friend, Cheol! Oh really? You’re my best friend too, Woozi.” Seungcheol bitterly roleplays as he watches the black haired beauty walk over towards his fridge and grabs a can of cola. He tilts his head to the side, wondering what has his friend so distraught as Jihoon mindlessly drinks the battery acid in a can, before crushing it in his hand once he’s finished. 

The two stand in silence for a moment. With Seungcheol staying a few feet away for his own safety as he’s never seen Jihoon act like this, and Jihoon just staring absentmindedly down at the floor with wide eyes. 

“You good, Woozi?” Seungcheol asks after a second, and his friend finally looks up at him, making the blonde squint at the state Jihoon’s in. “Woozi-”

“I like yn.” 

The two stand across each other in another beat of silence. With Seungcheol gauging the incredibly out of the ordinary information that was just bestowed upon him, and Jihoon staring at him with wide eyes. 

Seungcheol gasps, raising his hands to his mouth after the confession suddenly hits him. He raises his hand up and points at Jihoon, and the latter winces slightly at what he knows is about to happen. 

“YOU LIKE YN?!”

“Stop squealing! You’re hurting my ears.” Jihoon grumbles, but the upwards tilt of the corner of his lips shows that he’s anything but angry at his friend. Seungcheol just lets out another squeal in response, and the black haired beauty sighs as he leans back while taking a sip of water.

Jihoon finally admitted the truth that he had been avoiding since the moment the two of you shared underneath the full moon.

He likes you.

Lee Jihoon likes you.

This could either be a very good thing or an incredibly terrible thing depending on what he decides to do. 

“You should confess!” Seungcheol exclaims, causing Jihoon to look at him with a look that says, are you crazy?! without actually saying it. The blonde runs a hand through his hair, opening his mouth to go on but Jihoon simply shakes his head again.

“No.”

“Hear me out, Woozi-”

“Absolutely not. I just got yn back in my life and you want me to quite possibly ruin our relationship a second time? I don’t even have the right to have feelings after what I did to them.” Jihoon snaps, gulping down more water to try and soothe his anger.

“But yn likes you back!” 

All the water is now on the table as Jihoon coughs rather violently from the news Seungcheol just delivered, while the blonde just sighs and walks over to the kitchen to grab paper towels. Jihoon punches his chest, inhaling deeply to try and calm down. 

“Yn what?” Jihoon asks once Seungcheol enters the living room again, wiping the water that the superhero coughed all over the table. He watches as his friend scratches the top of his head, giving him a smile.

“Okay, so yn may not have actually admitted that-” Jihoon stands up from the table and walks over to the front door to leave, only to halt when he hears Seungcheol shout out towards him. 

“But I can see it from the way they look at you!” His hand rests on the doorknob, waiting for Seungcheol to continue so that he can decide whether or not to leave the apartment and pretend this whole interaction never occurred. The blonde quickly throws away the used up paper towels and steps closer towards Jihoon, knowing that he only has a few seconds to explain what he meant.

“What you did to yn was awful, they know that, you know that, we all know that.” Seungcheol begins, and Jihoon purses his lips. “But you apologized and told yn the truth, and you know what? They forgave you. The two of you have been hanging out almost every time you’re not out there saving the city. I wish you could only see that the way you look at them, is also the same way they look at you when you’re not looking.” 

Jihoon stands by the door in silence for a moment, gauging the information that Seungcheol just dropped on him. He looks down at his socks, trying to remember the times he caught you staring at him when he wasn’t looking. Tilting his head, he begins to wonder if the sparkle he saw in your eye is only there when you look at him. 

Jihoon lifts his head up towards the ceiling and lets out a sigh. Seungcheol waits in anticipation, finally grinning in excitement when Jihoon turns to look at him with a furrow to his brows. 

“If you’re wrong, I’m going to stick you to the ceiling.”

“I know.” 

“Okay, good. Now help me figure out how to confess to yn in a cute way.”

You walk through campus, a smile on your face as you look up at the bright blue sky, feeling happy with the weather. You’ve always enjoyed the sunshine, it always automatically uplifts your mood.

Glancing over to the side, you see a familiar blonde head of hair walking while looking down at his phone, making you raise an eyebrow in amusement. Quietly, you sneak over to where he is and rest your hands on his shoulders as a means to make him look up at you. 

“Who the fuck-”

“Seungcheol!” You greet cheerfully when his eyes lock with yours, and you watch as his look of confusion melts into one of joy when he recognizes you. 

“Yn! Were you heading this way?” You shake your head, no, at his question. Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at you, and you just grin. “I just wanted to say hi before I head over to my next class. Have you seen Jihoon today?” 

Seungcheol bites his tongue to prevent himself from spoiling the whole surprise, and instead gives you a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. He looks off to the side, just to see the man in question heading over in your guys’ direction. 

“No not yet, why?” Seungcheol asks, and you purse your lips, wondering why you asked that question as well. When you open your mouth to respond, you jump up slightly when a hand softly rests on your shoulder, making you turn to see Jihoon smiling at you. 

“Uji! I was just asking about you.” 

“Mmm, talking shit?” 

“Of course.” You respond cheekily, making the black haired beauty roll his eyes as you let out a laugh. Seungcheol and Jihoon share a glance, to which the blonde shoots him a quick nod of his head. Seungcheol raises his arms above his head, and you look over to see him giving you a regretful smile. 

“While I would love to stay and hangout with you guys, I gotta go do my internship. See you two later!” You grin and wave at your friend, to which he waves back. Seungcheol pats Jihoon on the shoulder as he passes by him, and soon the two of you are left alone. 

“Are you busy later?” Jihoon asks you suddenly, and your eyes widen slightly. After a moment of thinking of any possible homework, you shake your head in response. “I haven’t been assigned any homework that’s due anytime soon, so I’ll be free. Why?” 

You squint when you notice the pink tinge on Jihoon’s cheeks, watching as he runs a hand through his black hair. While avoiding your inquisitive gaze, the superhero mutters something that you’re unable to decipher.

“Heh?” Jihoon almost lets out a sigh, feeling too shy to ask a second time, let alone a bit louder. He finally looks back into your eyes, and you feel your heart stutter within your chest at the warmth to his gaze. 

“Meet me at the ice cream shop we went to a couple weeks ago at around six. I have something to tell you.” Jihoon says, and you tilt your head to the side with a teasing smile on your face. You watch as he scowls at your expression, making you let out a giggle.

“What?”

“Why are you edging me?” Jihoon chokes on his saliva from your out of pocket question, causing you to laugh loudly and reassure him that you’re just joking when he doubles over. The black haired beauty looks back at you with a look of disbelief once he’s calmed down, but you smile when you see that all the traces of nervousness have disappeared from his face. 

“I forgot how out of pocket your lingo is, Jesus Christ.” Jihoon mutters, and you shrug your shoulders with a chuckle. Glancing down at your phone, you notice that it’s almost time for your lecture, and you let out a breath. 

“I have to go to class, but I’ll definitely meet you at six tonight!” You reassure, and Jihoon nods his head. Beaming, you walk past him to head to your class, his eyes following after you. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you stop a few feet away, watching as you turn around to face him again. 

The sun shines down on you, casting a pretty glow on your skin as you smile at him from afar. Your eyes sparkle prettily at him as you raise your hand up and wave at him, causing warmth to flood Jihoon’s face as he reaches up and waves back at you shyly.

“See you at six, Uji!” You call out with a wave, before turning back around and heading to your class. Jihoon sighs, feeling his heartbeat go back to normal once you’re out of sight. Running a hand through his hair, he goes back on his way towards his apartment, a soft smile forcing itself out onto his face at the thought of you.

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you walk towards the ice cream shop with a content smile on your face. The night air is warm this evening, adding onto the remains of your happy mood from earlier in the day. 

Tilting your head, you wonder what Jihoon has to tell you that he had to wait until the evening. You pause your movements, suddenly realizing how stupid you are. 

“Yn, he’s literally a superhero. He’s Spiderman! He has other priorities, that’s why he had to wait. Don’t be dumb.” You remind yourself, shaking your head as you continue on your way towards the ice cream shop again. Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you pull it out, seeing that Jihoon’s texted you.

uji: i’m here

want me to order your ice cream ?

You smile down at the message, seeing that he’s a few minutes early. Glancing up, you notice that you’re about a block away from the shop and nod your head. “Might as well order for me already.”

you: awe are you paying for me? <333

uji: sigh

i suppose....

you: AWE<3333

uji: are you almost here? i don’t wanna order your ic if you’re still far

you: i’m about a block away !

btw what did you wanna talk to me about?

uji: you’ll find out when you get here stinky

see you soon

you: booooo okay

see you soon <333

Grinning down at your phone, you place it back into your pocket. You look up to start walking faster towards the ice cream shop in order not to keep Jihoon waiting, only for everything to turn black.

Panicking, you reach up to try and remove the bag that’s over your face, only to let out a garbled scream when an arm gets wrapped around your neck. You’re pulled backwards, and you claw at the arm that’s wrapped around you, about to scream more when you hear the sound of a van door open behind you.

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. I’d stay silent if you want to live.” Your blood runs cold at the familiar voice near your ear, making you halt your movements. You’re thrown into the van, and the bag gets yanked off your head once the door closes. 

You’re about to break through the window of the van when the familiar sound of a click resonates next to your ear, and you know that you’re fucked. Slowly, you glance over to your side, just to lock eyes with the leader of the failed bank heist. He lets out an amused smile, nudging your head with the gun.

“So I see that you know Spiderman?”

Jihoon panics as he walks around the block, raising his phone to his ear as he calls you for the upteenth time. 

You were only a block away. You told him that you were only a block away. 

An hour has passed and you’re nowhere to be found. 

“Yn, please. Please pickup the phone.” Jihoon begs as he crosses the street, trying to give himself excuses of what could’ve possibly made you late. He curses to himself when the call goes straight to voicemail, and he lowers the phone so that he can call you again. 

He’s about to press on the call button when his phone rings, and he lets out the biggest sigh of relief when he sees that it’s you calling him. Immediately, he presses the phone to his ear. 

“Yn! Where are yo-”

“Spidey! You’ve been calling yn’s phone so much I almost wanted to break it.” Jihoon’s blood runs cold at the voice, any sense of relief he felt now down the drain as he stares at the sidewalk with wide eyes. 

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to yn?” Jihoon asks icily, looking around for any suspicious vehicles. The man on the other end lets out a shocked laugh, and the superhero squints his eyes.

“Now, now, Spiderboy. I’m a bit offended that you’ve forgotten me so quickly.” Jihoon’s mouth drops open when he hears the incorrect name, only having heard it from one person so far. He bites his lip harshly, anger running through his veins.

“You’re the guy from the bank. The conman.” Jihoon mutters, looking up and beginning to head towards his apartment so that he can change into his suit. “Ah, so you do remember.” 

“Yeah, thought you were in fucking jail. Guess the police couldn’t do their goddamn job right again.” The black haired beauty says angrily, already blaming himself for having left you alone. 

“True. You know, the police really aren’t all that great at catching us bad-” 

“Cut to the chase. Tell me where you’re holding yn and I’ll go there.” Jihoon cuts off, and the man on the other end lets out an amused chuckle. Tilting his head, the conman turns to glance back at you, smiling when he sees that you’re still passed out. 

“We’re at the top of the Lotte World Tower. Be here by 8:00 or else.” The man says with a smirk, and Jihoon clenches his fist at his side as he begins to sprint. “Got it.”

“See you soon, Spiderboy.”

Jihoon climbs to the top of Lotte World Tower, the only thing on his mind being that he has to get you out of here. He knows that the police and FBI are on their way, having called them while he was swinging over. Looking down at the busy street below him, Jihoon sees the flashing red and blue lights a few blocks over, and he purses his lips.

Jihoon’s about to pull himself onto the rooftop, only to pause when he overhears a conversation, staying where he is.

“Boss, don’t you remember how fast he was able to unarm us? There was double the number of our team at that bank heist than there is here. He’ll be able to-”

“Shut up, Doyoon. Remember your place.” 

Jihoon lets out a breath, before pulling himself onto the top of the building. He locks eyes with the leader of the group, who only smiles cheekily when he lays eyes on the superhero. The conman glances down at his watch, seeing that it’s 7:58 pm.

“You made it with two minutes to spare. Good job, Spidey.” He announces, voice laced with sarcasm. His four men all turn with their guns pointed towards Jihoon, and the superhero lets out a scoff.

“I let you guys go with your money and yet you’re calling me back here? Do you have a fucking deathwish?” Jihoon asks through clenched teeth, and he has half the mind to hold back his chuckle when he notices the worried glance two of the guys share. 

“Ah, ah, ah! Remember Spiderboy, I can push yn off this building at any given moment.” Jihoon’s gaze trails over to find you tied up in a chair close to the edge opposite of him, tears filling your eyes as you stare at him. 

“Yn.” Jihoon breathes out, about to take a step forward, and you shake your head at him. You bite your bottom lip, looking down at your lap to try and hold back your sobs. Jihoon clenches his fist at his side, before turning to look back at the leader.

“What do you want, whatever your fucking name is?” Jihoon asks, and the conman laughs loudly. He paces back and forth in his spot, grinning at the superhero. 

“My name is Kangdae.” He answers, and Jihoon sucks in a deep breath, beginning to run out of patience. 

“Well, that’s one question answered and that was the most useless one of the two. Now tell me what you want from me, I’m impatient.” Jihoon practically commands, eyes flitting over towards you after every beat. The conman, now Kangdae, simply lets out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders as he looks up at the night sky.

“I had everything planned for the day of the robbery. My men and I planned it for months, it was fool proof.” Kangdae begins, and Jihoon almost lets out a scoff, but holds himself back as he simply just calculates how to snatch all four guns at the same time. The conman chuckles darkly, “We never expected the supposed superhero of the city to appear, and I never expected for him to kill my brother either.”

Jihoon’s head snaps towards Kangdae, and the leader of the group smirks to himself. He looks down from the sky, locking eyes with the superhero behind his mask, silence passing between them.

Jihoon remembers someone getting shot that day, but he was never the one behind the trigger. 

“I didn’t kill your brot-”

“Bullshit!” Kangdae’s voice booms, staring at Jihoon like a rabid animal. He chuckles darkly, raising up his hand to scratch his head. “You were fighting him when it happened. There’s no other way my brother would’ve died except by your hands.” 

Jihoon just stands there, not knowing what to say as he knows it would arise a reaction from Kangdae either way. The man laughs as he stares at the superhero, before he hears a quiet cry from beside him. Jihoon’s eyes widen when he realizes that Kangdae has remembered that you’re sitting in the chair close to the edge. 

“I tried looking for any type of weakness from you, but there was nothing and no one I could find. Until my men discovered how often you saved yn, that I finally found your weakness.” Kangdae states, slowly looking up at Spiderman with bloodshot eyes. Jihoon glances over at you, seeing your eyes widen when the conman turns to look at you. 

“This will serve as a reminder to never have a weakness in this field.” Kangdae practically mutters, and Jihoon snaps his head to look at the man. The leader turns and grins at Spiderman, before motioning towards his men. “Kill him.” 

Kangdae turns back to face you and grabs your chair, tuning out the sounds of your screams and cries for help as he drags you closer to the ledge. You sob loudly, trying to stop the man from getting any closer as you try to plant your heels into the ground. 

Jihoon’s already moving, having unarmed the four men right away. His heart pounds loudly against his ears as he hears the sound of your screams, fighting the men with his instincts doing everything for him as he just blindly punches and kicks. 

“P-Please. Please don’t do this.” You beg, hiccuping as you let out another scream when you realize that you’re able to look down over the tower. After a moment of just listening to your hiccups, Kangdae tightens his grip on the back of your chair, before bending down and cutting the ties around your wrists and legs. You’re about to ask what he’s doing, feeling a sliver of hope rise in your throat. He grabs your arm tightly and pulls you up so that you’re standing.

All hope goes down the drain when he looks at you with sad eyes, “It’s what I have to do.” The conman mutters. Your eyes widen when he pushes you, and suddenly you’re falling.

“YN!” Jihoon yells when he sees you fall off the edge, finally knocking the last guy unconscious before sprinting over and shooting a web down to your body. You reach out towards it, feeling the web hit your stomach so that you’re no longer falling. Panicking, you look down, seeing how high up you are from the ground, and you hold on tightly to the web.

“Oh God. Oh my fucking God. I’m gonna hurl.” You whisper to yourself, looking up at Jihoon to give him a thumbs up that you’re okay.

Jihoon lets out a breath of relief, quickly tying his end of the web to the ledge. Right as he finishes, he’s shoved onto his side. His eyes widen when a sharp blade comes straight down towards his face, and he dodges it, immediately standing up to fight Kangdae properly. 

“You’re ruining my plan.”

“I didn’t kill your brother.” Jihoon mutters, eyes flickering over to the web to make sure that you’re still okay. Kangdae notices this, and he lets out a grin. “Yeah, and I didn’t kill yn.” 

Within a second, Jihoon is fighting for the knife from Kangdae. Knowing that if he doesn’t get the weapon away from him, then he won’t be able to protect you. Jihoon lets out a hiss of pain when he doesn’t dodge fast enough, the blade slicing a bit of his arm. 

“I don’t want to kill you.” Jihoon mutters as he continues to dodge all of his stab attempts. Kangdae chuckles darkly, staring at the superhero with hatred in his gaze. “You didn’t show my brother that mercy.” 

The two begin to fight again, with Jihoon simply dodging the knife as swiftly as he can with his wounded arm. He kicks Kangdae’s legs out from under him, making the man fall hard onto his back, letting out a wheeze. 

“Stop this, Kangdae.” Jihoon orders, staring down at the man below him. The conman simply chuckles, slowly standing back up as his eyes trail over to the web that’s tied to the edge of the rooftop. Kangdae looks back up towards the superhero, and lets out a smile.

“You’ll never catch yn.” 

Kangdae quickly steps over and slices the web, only for his mouth to drop open in horror when he loses his balance and begins to fall over the ledge himself. The superhero quickly shoots a web towards Kangdae’s foot, keeping him from falling to his death as Jihoon sprints and leaps off the building to catch you.

“YN!” 

“JIHOON!” You sob, reaching out towards him with your hand.

Jihoon positions himself to fall faster, panicking when he sees how he won’t make it to you in time. In a last ditch attempt, he shoots a web towards you, almost letting out a cry of relief when he sees you catch it. Jihoon pulls you up with the slim string, watching as you outstretch your arms towards him once he’s close enough.

Jihoon wraps his arms tightly around your body once you’re within grasp, before turning and reaching out his hand, shooting a web towards the top of the Lotte World Tower. Your bodies jerk when the string attaches itself to the ledge, and he swings the both of you towards the building beside it, the wind blowing against you as Jihoon safely lands the two of you onto the rooftop. 

Once your feet touch the ground, you cling to Jihoon’s body tightly, sobs wracking your body as you refuse to let go, even though you know you’re safe and sound. The superhero holds you just as tight, tears falling from his eyes at how close he was to losing you.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Jihoon mutters, his own body trembling as he reaches his hand up to cradle the back of your head as you continue to cry. You shake your head into the crook of his neck as a way to tell him it’s not his fault, unable to find any words at the moment as you just want to hold him. 

“I caught you.” Jihoon breathes out after a moment, tightening his hold around your waist as you sob loudly into his neck. You nod your head, letting out a wet laugh, hands still shaking as you hug Jihoon tightly. 

“You’ll always catch me, Uji.” You mumble. He closes his eyes, the feeling of relief flooding the both of you as you hold each other underneath the night sky.

“I caught you, yn.”

[leothil]

Fuck it Friday

Thank you dearest @clusterbuck and @rewritetheending for tagging me, usually these day-based posts pass me by as a non-writer! Unfortunately I have nothing interesting to share, so enjoy a couple of quotes from my sister from when I had her watch 9-1-1 with me, a comic panel that describes my experience at a tech uni perfectly, and a fantastic playing card with my face on it drawn by my friend!

(Watching 2x06 Dosed) Taylor Kelly: "Do I look like I eat fudge?" My sister: "Bitch."

(Watching 2x02 7.1, about Ali's boss) Sister: "No offense but I hope he dies"

(...)

Eddie: "I'm all he's got." Sister: "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS MOM?" Eddie: "His mom's not in the picture." Sister: "Oh. Okay."

(Watching 1x08 Karma's a bitch) Bobby: "God is not punishing me by killing me, he's punishing me by forcing me to stay alive!" Sister: *scoffs* "Catholics."

Questionable Content

It's uh. Past midnight here and thus not Friday anymore, so no official tags but please go ahead and use me as your tagger if you want to share anything!

[larrysballetslippers]

Saturday snippet mess 3

Last one I hope. The word search one. I have been tagged by @onlythebravest @larrydoinglaundry @loveislarryislove so that means 9 words lol. The goal is to find words chosen by the tagger and find a sentence using it in my WIPs.

down

It was not the best morning to be late, the rain slowing you down even more and the construction on campus making it impossible to run. - For My Lovers part 4. for @louisrarepairfest

whisper

“Hey, cutie. You look nice today,” Louis whispered and a soft smile formed on her face. - Girl direction fic for @1dkinkfest

cheek

Louis pulled back, pulling a whine out of Harry, and cupped his cheeks. - For My Lovers part 3. for @subharryficfest

gentle

She kept slowly thrusting her finger inside Harry. It was delicate and gentle. - Girl direction fic.

kiss

“Thanks baby… Just don’t call me daddy with your sister there.” Louis pulled one sock off his foot and walked to Harry to give him a kiss. - For My Lovers part 3.

nervous

Harry giggled nervously and gave Andrew a glare. - For My Lovers part 2 for @bhficfest

hands

Andrew clearly got offended, started stuttering and fighting with his hands even more. - For My Lovers part 4

legs

“You’re Gemma right? I’m Andrew.” He crossed his legs, even his voice was a bit shaken. - For My Lovers part 3

waist

“Off you go.” Louis grabbed Harry’s waist and lifted him up in one fast motion. - For My Lovers part 3

Am I done? God, that's a lot. I feel like I gave away a lot but it's out of context so hehehe. Okay for the the words beg, dance, soft I'm tagging @larry-hiatus @sarahswalls28 @thebreadvansstuff @larrieblr @justalarryblog @homosociallyyours @littleroverlouis