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chaileaf · 1 year

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒

part two of anonymous bidder

› featuring: med student!shuntaro chishiya + fem!reader

› word count: 2,674 words

› synopsis: it had been three years since you last seen shuntaro chishiya after graduation. suddenly, a fateful interaction brings you two back together. the question is: will you forgive him?

› rating: nsfw, +18

› cw: vulgar language, explicit content, sex on camera, angst, brief rough sex scene

› setting: after college au where reader is interning as a biotechnologist in a hospital and chishiya is a medical student doing clinical rotations

⤷ chai's note: hey y'all! i really appreciate all the love i received on anonymous bidder so i decided to enlogate it into four to five parts. i know this is a bit short (and extremely less smutty) but i hope you still enjoy it! (also dw pt 3 is gna be way more explicit) i haven't been able to write much because i've been away at medic training for the army (long story) but i wanted to get part two to you guys asap. if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know! anyone who's in my tag list will be tagged in all of my future writings so if you'd rather be tagged in only anonymous bidder update, please lmk! i love you all so much! thank you for allowing me to create beautiful pieces for you guys. i appreciate everything. much love, chai !!

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your fingers flipped the pages of your notes while your eyes scanned over the material. “let’s see… test subject a responded to chemicals a and e very well. that’s a good sign.” you whispered to yourself, highlighting the text with your pink pen. “but chemical b and c did not react well. that could be detrimental when putting it into certain med-”

“y/n? is that… is that you?” a somewhat familiar voice questioned from the breakroom door you didn’t even realize opened. your eyes widened as you turned to face chishiya shuntaro, cheeks going pale and mouth propping itself somewhat open.

“chishiya?” you said out of shock more than actually questioning it. you never thought you’d see him again after college graduation, thinking he’d go to some hot shot hospital for his medical rotations. instead, he was still in shibuya. the hospital was nice, sure, but there were better options for the school’s valedictorian.

“how’ve you been? it’s been, what, almost three years?” chishiya asked with a chortle at the end, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against the countertop with his hip. he looked nearly the same as he did when you’d seen him last. his silky blonde strands were still touching his shoulders. the brown eyes that had a habit of scanning everyone in the room were glistening with judgement. his frame looked bigger, as if he’d been working out in his free time. yet, something was off. he wasn’t the same chishiya. his presence seemed softer, as if he was less intense. could it be working with patients made him more susceptible to empathy and sympathy?

“i’ve been good!” your voice sounded excited and somewhat exasperated, as if you were holding a breath before speaking. “i started an internship here under the lead researcher for the hospital so work has been… draining?” you questioned, not sure if that was the right word to use. “but i really like it here! everyone is so nice and welcoming, surprisingly. i thought biotechnologists were snarky assholes.” the last sentence was whispered with a laugh. chishiya stared at you intently, causing the smile that creeped on your lips to fade. “is… is something wrong, chishi-”

“you just look as beautiful as the last time i saw you.” chishiya cut you off. the words were simple, but everything in your brain scattered as if the things he’d said were a complex math problem. you gulped, feeling a familiar crimson rush to your face. the room seemed about ten degrees hotter, causing your breathing to increase ever so slightly with your heart rate. his face was plain, but it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.

“i-” you tried to speak after a few moments of silence to kill the awkwardness. it was to no avail when the words decided to get stuck in your throat. you brushed the strands of hair coming out of your ponytail behind your ear out of embarrassment. “thanks…” your voice was so soft that he almost didn’t hear you. chishiya let out a small laugh, shaking his head. the almost-silver strands fell to cover his face, but you could still see his smile. he was definitely a softer version of the chishiya shuntaro you knew in college.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, y/n. it’s just a compliment. relax.” you let out an exhale you didn’t realize was trapped in your lungs at the end of his statement. an awkward laugh escaped your mouth as you turned back to your notes, pretending to focus on them instead of letting memories of the past seep in. “anyways, we should go out for lunch today. you down?” he asked. it didn't seem malicious, but you couldn’t help but think that he wanted something else.

your body was pinned under his, hands wrapped around your wrists as you screamed out of pleasure into the pillow. your back kept arching into him with each stroke of his thick cock. “you love that, don’t ya? fucking whore…” the last two words were mumbled under his breath as he continuously kissed your g-spot with the tip of his member. chishiya uncuffed a hand from your wrists and went to the locks of hair by the nape of your neck, pulling your head backwards to where his lips were pressed against your ear. “i wanna hear you scream my fucking name. show them how much you want me, pretty girl.” he relentlessly pounded into your cunt as you moaned loud enough for the camera to pick up. “show them you’re mine.”

it had been two weeks since the library incident, and you were absolutely needy for chishiya shuntaro. your pussy ached every time you seen his face around campus, as if it was made for him. your avoidance didn’t help, but instead made everything worse; especially since you watched him every time he livestreamed as k1ng0fd1am0nds. eventually, he cornered you in the dorms the same way he did in the library. one thing led to another until you were yet again underneath the beautiful man that was chishiya.

‘friends with benefits’ was what he’d call the situationship that lasted up to graduation. it was a wonderful experience, to say the least. chishiya was a very selfless person in bed and always made sure you got off multiple times before he did. you even gave in to his requests to perform with him on his cam streams. it was an anxiety inducing situation, considering nearly the whole school found out. it was the talk of the town for an entire two weeks, with some teachers even giving you a side eye. by the time everything went back to normal, graduation was nearing closer and you could see the finish line.

being done with chishiya was bittersweet. on one hand, you could finally be free of his grasp and actually try to find a real relationship. on the other, you knew you’d miss him. he was genuinely a fun person to be around whenever you weren’t at school. chishiya knew how to crack a good joke. he would pay the tab no matter where you two went out to eat. he also did his best to calm your anxiety whenever you were studying; in some cases, giving you head or fingering you while asking questions and stopping whenever you got the answer wrong.

at the end of it all, he didn’t seem bothered. chishiya didn’t even say goodbye. his dorm was empty and cleared out before you could get the chance to wish him well in his future. for some reason, it made your heart ache. you thought about it for a month straight trying to figure out what you might’ve done wrong. he never answered your texts or calls. he disappeared.

“no.” you stated before closing your notes. chishiya scoffed in disbelief, and he must have thought you were joking with the smile that was still plastered on his face.

“oh, you’re serious.” chishiya’s mouth downturned into a frown as his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “i don’t get it. it’s just lunch, y/n.” you almost felt bad. almost. you continued to pack your things into your satchel bag and put it over your shoulder. looking at him in the eyes hurt too much, so you focused on the wall above his head to make it seem like you were staring at him.

“chishiya, if you want to fuck someone, go find some other girl for your cam show. we ended things three years ago, let’s keep it that way.” the words flowed out of your mouth before you could stop them. you could tell they stung by the way chishiya was looking at you with skepticism. the emotional poison he’d given you three years ago was finally out of your body and returned the original snake.

“y/n-” chishiya started, but was soon cut off by your own voice.

“goodbye.” and with that, you left the breakroom with a slam of the door.

your heart was racing as you walked into work the next day, terrified that you’d be face to face with chishiya shuntaro again. you knew your words hurt, but you didn’t care. he hurt you. isn’t it fair?

guilt started to pour into your chest and made it feel heavier than usual. you did your best to shake it off on the way to the elevator, but it was to no avail. you wanted to apologize. you wanted to scream. you wanted to disappear, just like he did. all of these thoughts clouded your mind and you just wanted peace.

ding!

the doors to the elevators opened and hospital staff fled out as if they’d been in there for hours. you let out a deep breath, walking in after everyone cleared out and pressing the button for the lab. the doors shut quickly, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you clutched your satchel bag to your chest and rested your chin on the top. “i’m so fucking stupid…” you whispered to yourself while tears dared to well inside of your eyes.

ding!

the sound of the elevator brought you out of your thoughts and you leaned sideways on the elevator walls, facing a different direction than the entrance to hide the emotions that were slowly appearing on your face. “y/n?” chishiya’s voice felt like a burn to your ears. you closed your eyes and muttered a desperate ‘fuck’ under your breath. “are you okay?” his concerned voice was followed by the sound of the elevator creaking, causing you to look around with a somewhat panicked expression until the noise stopped and the elevator kept moving.

“yeah. yeah, i’m fine.” a sigh escaped your lungs as you leaned your head back onto the wall, ready to get this interaction over with.

“y/n, listen.” chishiya began, trying his best to speak before you could intervene. however, you weren’t about to let that happen.

“i don’t want to listen, chishiya.” you opened your eyes and positioned your head to where you could look him dead in the eyes. your gaze was nearly piercing his skull with every second you looked at him. “you disappeared, why can’t i disappear? why-” your voice became shakier with each word. you took an extensive inhale before letting it out and continuing. “why do i have to feel guilty for expressing my feelings in the breakroom yesterday? why do i want to apologize to you when you were the one who left me!” the tears that had left you returned at full force, dripping down your cheeks like a small waterfall in a forest.

the creaking noise of the elevator had gotten louder, but your frustrations drowned out every sound except the words coming out of your mouth. chishiya was staring sorrowfully at you, as if his own heart was breaking listening to you. his face was the least of your concerns as the elevator came to a halt. both of you grabbed onto the railings placed on either wall of the enclosed space, a thud bringing you both out of the current conversation. an automated voice rang through the elevator speakers, replacing the jingles that were playing prior to the sudden stop.

“please hold tight. assistance is on the way. do not panic.”

“jesus fucking christ.” you said with nothing but exhaustion and irritation. your head leaned against the wall again with a thump. this is not where you expected to be when you played the day’s events in your head this morning. “just my luck…” you mumbled, opening your eyes only to roll them.

“y/n, i didn’t want to do that.” chishiya started the conversation back up, walking closer to you in order to get you to look in his direction. you tried to back up, only flushing yourself further into the wall, as you stared him down. he stopped in his tracks. his body was clad in light blue scrubs and a white doctor’s coat. his hands came up and adjusted the lanyard and stethoscope around his neck out of what you presumed was anxiety. “do you want the honest answer, or do you want to keep going on hating me with no answer to why i disappeared?” chishiya quizzed, crossing his arms the same way he did when he was in college. his shoulder length hair was meticulously placed into a ponytail with only his bangs left out to frame his face.

you stared at him, waiting for him to continue talking instead of cooperating with a nod. chishiya inched closer, standing next to you against the wall so that you both were facing the elevator doors. he let out a profound sigh and began again. “i knew that i had feelings from you after the first time in the library, even before that, i knew.” he confessed, leaning his head against the wall as if to mimick you. your head turned to watch him as he spoke. “i didn’t want to accept it. i thought that i could keep you at a distance but everything kept telling me to go to you. i’d see you in the cafeteria and wave. you always avoided me, so i never even had the chance to tell you how i felt.” chishiya’s voice was lower now, almost as if he was embarrassed. “when i finally got you alone, we had sex. it was wonderful, don’t get me wrong.” he laughed to himself, causing you to chortle. the sentence almost made you blush, but it felt so natural to hear him talk like this. “anyways, i didn’t think that it would be the best impression if i asked you out after that. even when we were friends with benefits,” chishiya put air quotes around friends with benefits, making you stifle a laugh. “i didn’t want to ask you out. why?” he shook his head, strands of his bangs moving with him. “i have no idea. it would’ve been perfect. but part of me didn’t feel good enough. you deserved better. a clean slate of a relationship where it starts out as a relationship, not a fuck in the library. so i left.”

the end of his explanation came far too soon. you sat in silence, staring at his face that was focused on the elevator flooring. you wanted to feel guilty, but you didn’t. you had no reason to apologize since your feelings were valid and justified in this situation. his explanation was not an excuse. but… “i forgive you.”

the words were like an alarm to his ears, making him perk his head up and look at you. chishiya’s expression was that of a puppy you just asked to go for a walk. “what?” he questioned as if the words didn’t register into his brain.

“i forgive you.” you stated calmly with a profound sigh. “i understand that it might’ve been hard to come to terms with your feelings, so you did what you knew how to do. you closed yourself off and left. so, i forgive you.”

you both stood in the elevator for what seemed like an eternity of silence. the only sound present was a drowned out beeping noise from the elevator’s alarm system. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, nor was it awkward. you couldn’t help but feel as if you both were healing from the past wounds with each other's presence.

“so, y/n...” chishiya said with a cracked voice before clearing his throat. it made you chuckle, as an unconfident chishiya wasn’t exactly usual. “would you like to go on a date with me?” his eyes veered over to yours and you retained the smile from your previous chuckle, nodding your head slowly.

“yeah, chishiya. i would.”

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kazumist · 4 months

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EPISODE 16 ✿ WELCOME TO THE CLUB

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter

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might double update if i can finish ep 17 within the day 👍 can't guarantee anything though

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laurenairay · 7 months

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slamming down my girlfriend nolpats for first kiss thank YOU (congratulations btw i love u sm)

First Kiss – Nolan Patrick

Words: 1.5k

Thank you for kicking us off with nolpats, Cam! (ily too!) – I really hope you like this one!

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You looked up from your book to see a very welcome body filling the doorway to your backyard.

“Nolan!” you squealed happily.

You quickly shoved a bookmark in to make your page before leaping to your feet, throwing your arms around your friend. Your two families had always lived on the same street, and while you were a year younger than Nolan, the two of you had grown up together as close as any of your other friends. Sure, his hockey had taken him away from the familiar neighbourhood, as had your college years, but the two of you always made time for each other in the summers.

“Nice to see you too,” Nolan mused, kissing the top of your head as you finally dropped your arms.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the bench your father had built for the back porch, inviting Nolan to join you with a sweep of your hand, which he happily did.

“When did you get home?”

“Yesterday afternoon, actually,” he admitted.

“Oh?” you said, surprised.

He huffed out a laugh. “I was going to text you straight away, but I ran into Josh and he invited me to his party last night, and I kinda thought you’d be there?”

“Since when have I ever gone to hang out with Josh or any of your friends without you?”

He tilted his head in acceptance, before he seemed to hesitate.

“Actually, about last night…”

He trailed off, looking a little awkward, making you frown.

“What? What happened?” you asked.

He winced a little before smiling, although it was more like a grimace, only confusing you more.

“It was just something that the guys said. They were chatting shit, you know what they’re like, most of them bragging about girls and stuff. And then they mentioned you.”

What?

You sure as hell had never fooled around with any of them. You hadn’t even…

“Have you really never been kissed?”

Oh those assholes. Really? That was one of the things discussed at the party last night? Brilliant. It was only the fact that his voice was full of concern, rather than taunting, that you steeled yourself to reply.

“Have you seen the greaseballs that live around here?” you said dryly.

“Hey, I’m a greaseball that lives around here,” he shot back, although the grin on his face let you know he wasn’t mad.

“True, true, but you’re a greaseball that only lives here in the summer – totally different,” you teased.

Nolan shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’, making you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. Nolan nudged you back, before turning to face you properly, bending his knee up between the two of you as he shifted. You waited patiently as you saw him visibly think over his words, knowing him well enough that he wouldn’t speak until he was ready.

“Does it bother you?” he finally asked.

Okay, not what you were expecting.

“Bother me?”

“That you haven’t kissed anyone,” he added, his cheeks flushing a little with his words, “That people know you haven’t.”

You huffed out a laugh, shifting to face him properly too.

“It used to? When I was at college it did for sure – on the rare occasion that I would go to a party, and I saw all these beautiful girls making out with guys at the end of the night, I used to think there was something wrong with me, that I just wasn’t pretty enough to be wanted.”

“That’s bullshit,” Nolan said sharply.

An ugly knot squeezed in your chest. “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful, and if those stupid college boys couldn’t see that, then that’s their loss.”

Oh.

Your lips parted in shock, cheeks heating softly while Nolan blushed fiercely, but he didn’t take back his words. He really was that sweet, sweet boy still, wasn’t he?

“That’s sweet of you to say, Nolan. I got over it eventually? Only a handful of friends there knew and they never brought it up, so no-one ever made a big deal of it? By the time senior year came around I was too busy with classes and assignments anyway, and the novelty of it all wore off. When I graduated two years ago, I came straight back home for work and you already know my opinion of the boys round here.”

You rolled your eyes with your last words, making Nolan laugh, which only settled you even further.

“I guess…I guess I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t know what I’m missing out on, so it’s not really something I think about?” you shrugged.

“I still can’t believe that no guy has swept you off your feet,” Nolan said, frowning, “beauty, brains, and you’re actually a nice person? I don’t get it.”

“Believe it,” you mused, “But I accept your compliments all the same.”

Nolan chewed his bottom lip for a moment, seeming to think heavily again, before he caught your eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heartbeat racing. What?

“I don’t want a pity kiss,” you managed to choke out.

He’d never been cruel before, not like this.

Nolan’s face froze for a moment, before he rapidly shook his head.

“Holy shit, no, that’s not why…you really think I’d kiss you out of pity?” he spluttered.

“What other conclusion was I meant to reach after this ridiculous conversation?” you shot back, heart still racing.

But his frown persisted, even as he reached forward to take one of your hands.

“I think you’re beautiful, I’ve already told you that. I think every guy who hasn’t kissed you is a fucking idiot. Obviously if you don’t want to kiss me then I won’t push it because I’m not that kind of asshole. But the offer is open if you want to,” Nolan explained, “You’re my friend, and there are literally no stakes here, no pressure, and you deserve to have a first kiss with someone that isn’t going to be a dick about it.”

That was quite possibly the most you’d ever heard him speak in one go, and every single one of his words sent your head swirling. Could it really be that easy? Kissing Nolan just to say you’d kissed someone?

“I do mean it, no pressure. If you want me to leave, I will. If you don’t want to kiss me, then just let me know and it changes nothing about our friendship. If you…”

“You can kiss me,” you said suddenly, interrupting him before you could even process the words leaving your mouth, “I trust you. I know you won’t make fun of me for not knowing what I’m doing.”

“I would never,” he said seriously.

He cheeks were a little pink again though. That was a good thing, right?

“Do you want to, um, how should we…?”

You trailed off, your own cheeks flooding with heat as Nolan huffed out a laugh.

“Just like this,” he said softly.

You caught a flash of his rare soft smile as he cupped your face with his hand, barely remembering to take a breath before his lips were pressed to yours. You knew enough to close your eyes, leaning forward enough to rest your hand on his thigh for balance, but every other thought was consumed with the feeling of Nolan’s lips on yours. You’d expected him to pull away immediately, but Nolan didn’t – instead, he moved his lips slowly against your own and it was all you could do to mimic his motions, your blood surging through your veins like liquid fire as your heart raced.

You really had been missing out all these years.

Or maybe it was just Nolan.

At that thought, you broke the kiss, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, not having the functioning thought processes to move any further.

“Wow.”

Nolan’s murmur cut through the cloud in your mind, and it was all you could do to laugh as you finally sat upright, opening your eyes to look at his flushed face.

“Was that okay?” you found yourself asking, wincing as the words left your mouth.

“Okay? Babe you’re a fucking natural,” Nolan laughed.

Really?

You didn’t know what your face looked like – you could only hope it wasn’t ridiculous – but Nolan’s face softened, and he took your hand in his again. “I mean it, okay? You’re an amazing kisser.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding even as you felt stupid for needing that reassurance. At least you knew Nolan wouldn’t lie to you.

“We can always practice some more if you want to be sure yourself though.”

His smooth offer was almost successful, if it wasn’t for the red on his cheeks giving him away. He…liked kissing you?

“I’m sure more practice couldn’t hurt. Only if it’s not going to be a burden on your time, of course,” you said, smiling innocently.

Nolan just grinned. “Oh I think we can work something out.”

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navibluebees · 1 year

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hi. i've come bearing requests.

spider x reader when y'all just enable the WORST of each other. you guys literally SCREAM at each other, just bringing out the absolute WORST in the other person. but then you guys have a job/punishment together and you can decide the rest.

ily <3

Troublemakers

Welcome! I love to see ya~ Also playing off of the reader being Lyle's kid just for *parental bonding moments* aka suffering at the hands of teenagers 😂

Also, my loves, please see this post. I'm very serious about it. I don't want any minors on my page & I don't want empty blogs either. 💙

All ageless & empty blogs will be blocked. No minors!

"Shut up!"

Another day, another quarrel. You and Spider were screaming at each other from across the table. It had been going on for so long that you forgot what you were even arguing about in the first place, but you refused to back down. He slammed his palm on the table and leaned in close to your face, a snarl curling his lips into a threatening expression. A giant blue hand shot up and pushed him back from the table. Quaritch stood up, putting himself between the two of you.

"Enough! This is unacceptable. You two, clean up the table."

You opened your mouth to snap back and he held up a hand. "I don't wanna hear it. From either of you. Get it done."

He signaled the recoms to get up and leave their empty plates on the table. They filed out, your dad bringing up the rear. He turned and looked at you meaningfully, trying to get the message across to behave. You rolled your eyes and looked back to Spider.

"Way to go, genius," you sighed.

He scoffed. "If you'd just calm down and shut up, there wouldn't be a problem."

"I was calm!" you screeched.

He side-eyed you and laughed. "Yeah, clearly."

You started to growl and lunged for him, pinning him against the table and poked him in the chest.

"If you'd just kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't be here."

He jerked away from you and snatched a few plates up. They clattered in his arms as he walked over to the return slot for the plates, sliding them in their spot. The dining area was quiet except for the clinking of utensils. Finally it was time to wipe the tables down.

You filled a small bucket with warm, soapy water, already familiar with the routine as this was not the first time you and Spider had been stuck with this cleanup duty. You slapped your cloth on the table and the water splashed up, getting soap on Spider. He grumbled in annoyance and splashed you back with his own cloth. You squealed and flung bubbles at him from the palm of your hand.

He chased you around the table, water and bubbles splattering the floor. Alerted by the noise, your fathers came back into the area and yours hissed as he slid across the floor. He grabbed a chair and his nostrils flared in annoyance as he stared you down. You and Spider halted in your movements and stared right back at them.

You both burst into laughter, leaning on the table for support. Lyle and the Colonel looked at each other, irked but of the same mind that at least you were cleaning and getting along somewhat. They looked pointedly at the bucket and turned to leave, not uttering a word.

You hurriedly finished up wiping the table and dried the wet places on the floor. Exhausted, you slumped into chairs and leaned against each other. It was so natural by this point with him being the only person who really understood you. It's probably why you got on each other's nerves so much.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Me too," you said with a huff of laughter. You linked arms and sighed deeply as you took comfort from each other's presence.

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"What do you think they're doing?" mumbled Miles.

"Who knows?" shrugged Lyle.

Miles paced. "It's been too long. I'm going in."

Lyle hopped off and followed him. "You worry too much, sir. I-"

Miles stopped him with an arm across his chest. They looked on at the two of you asleep and slouched together in the chairs. Miles moved forward and around the table, trying to figure out the best way to pick Spider up. He looked like he was about to attempt a fireman's carry when Lyle waved his hand to stop him.

"Easy, Colonel. They're little. You have to be gentle."

He crouched and slid an arm around your shoulders and the other under your knees and carefully picked you up, slowly untangling your arm from Spider's. Miles reassessed and copied Lyle's movements. He lifted Spider, held him close and took him back to their shared bunk.

Lyle followed right behind and held you close to him. As he walked, he looked down at your small face, scrunched up in sleep. He shifted you, holding you with one arm and used the thumb of the free hand to smooth out the crease between your brows. When he saw you relaxed and cuddled against him, he softened. His chest warmed with affection and he clutched you tighter.

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#lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet as a dad #recom wainfleet #lyle wainfleet fluff #spider soccoro sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar the way of water

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himbos-hotline · 2 years

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Ok so we know nothing about wrestling except what we’ve seen you post about, say we wanted to get into it what should we know and where to start? No pressure to answer this right away ! We’ve become very intrigued because you seem so into it and it looks really cool honestly

Hello friend! So you wanna get into the gay theatre that is wrestling! Where you never know if youre talking about horror movies, wrestlers or a porno.

Advice from my friends is just find someone your brain finds cool. They dont need to be anything spectaular or anything, they dont need a cool gimmick or have to be cool or anything like that just someone whose neat. Find their socials, follow them, dont try to gather all storyline details. Little things. Talk to other followers on tumblr about it and learn about things! Watch as little or as much of their matches as you like.

Learn about the terms. Theres wrestling terms like face and heel, gimmick and reciept, Here is a link to a list of wrestling terms

A list of some of my favourite wrestlers [blorbos my beloved] include:

Kenny Omega

'Hangman' Adam Page

Wheeler Yuta

Danhausen

The Young Bucks

Adam Cole [Baybay] [you have to add the baybay its wrestling law /j]

Maxwell Jacob Friedman [hes better than you and you know it]

Jon Moxley

Taz

HOOK

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Alexa Bliss

Dr Britt Baker DMD

Paige [Saraya]

Seth Rollins

The Dark Order [RIP Brodie Lee]

For the love of god let people have people they like, that goes for ships too, oh!! Read fanfic because some of the best fanfics I have read have been this fandom, join discord servers if you can, make friends! Learn about the drama or dont! DO whatever! write smut read smut, put your blorbos in a snowglobe and shake them!!

The wrestling fandom [at least the side im on] is so full of kind and wonderful people and I love them so much!!

Watch video essays or top ten lists, follow wrestling news sites, read fanfics, read different opinions and posts, reblog the same gifset over and over again.

These are very few of my favourite matches! [with two from my friends in the wrestling and writing server] [if any of you guys are reading this ILY]

some of my favourite matches include [CW:BLOOD]

CM Punk vs MJF- dog collar match

Kenny Omega VS Hangman adam page

kenny and hangman VS the young bucks

kenny omega vs kazuchika okada [all their matches are fuckin AWESOME]

Adam page VS adam cole- texas death match [I cannot find a fuckin link to this I have it downloaded on my laptop]

BCC VS JAS- blood and guts

Kenny vs Jon Moxley

fellow wrestling fans are allowed to reblog to add things and stuff! Welcome to the community

#mouse has pals #flamesystem #aew #wwe

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catgirl-yeji · 5 months

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this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

hi and welcome to my corner of the internet. this blog is still under construction until I can add my about page ( did you know that you have to personally ask support to be allowed to use a page code with javascript in it? :)) well, you do now ) so beware of the construction tape!

I'm Autumn or Faon, I use they/them pronouns and I was born '95. ticked about all the boxes on the queer registration form and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. central european & white. future linguistics student, and plant parent. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak german and english, and I'm studying french, korean, japanese and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. 🦈 I sometimes draw cat ears or fangs onto idols and actors ( see: my icon ), if you'd like me to make you an icon, drop me a DM.

my hyperfixations and interests change over time — yes, mom, it was a phase! name a constant state of being, mom! — and I change my username every two or so years. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, the one piece live action show, and I'm watching a couple of k-dramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age fandom as well an 00q shipper. I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie;; also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you for your attention.

you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf — and most recently @catboy-jaebeom ! 🌺

tumblr veteran and survivor of the mishapocalypse. I've been renting this space ( occupying, maybe, rather? skjsdlkgs it's not like I pay rent ) since 2012, and trust me when I say: this website is a hellsite, but it's our hellsite, so, I'll stay until the last person switches off the lights, probably. >< a lot of other social media networks just never grew on me quite like tumblr.

I have three sideblogs worth noting: @splittergheist, my writing blog where I post short stories and poems irregularly, and my secret and private miscecanis / omegaverse blog ( a lot more interested in the world-building, concept and lifestyle than the smut, but no hate! ) that I may give out if you ask nicely and privately. also, if you're interested in some tumblr rp, you can message me as well, I have an OC blog for that. 🐰

that said, I tag my posts extensively, so if you need me to tag something, you can shoot me an ask and I'll try to tag specific things for you! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 💛 oftentimes I'll message you privately when you send me an ask that doesn't seem like it should be answered publicly ( unless you've sent it on anon ofc ) and while I do answer tag games, I'm too anxious to tag ppl myself unless we're like super close, sorry ><

I track #faon.tagged. if you make ( especially kpop ) content you think I'd like ( itzy, got7, nct & wayv but especially ten, xiaojun and yuta, red velvet, shinee, svt but especially joshua, mingyu and dk, skz but especially hyujin and felix, but also others! ) you can use this tag, I'm always happy to reblog pretty gifs and support you guys, you're the backbone of our and any community.

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the cut, as well as some 'reviews' my lovely mutuals wrote for me ( if you like to leave a review, hit me up in my DMs! ) thank u, ily 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright, I think we could all use that at the moment;; I'd super love new ppl to talk to ( pls have your age or an approximate in your bio! while I'm fine with talking to minors, I'd like to know beforehand if I do ), so message me!!

kpop stuff

ult group: got7

other groups I like: nct 127, itzy, wayv, shinee, red velvet, seventeen, oneus, ...

soloists I adore: xia / kim junsu, taemin, ...

biases: lim jaebeom & choi youngjae; nakamoto yuta & xiaojun; kang seulgi; hwang yeji & lee chaeryeong; joshua hong & lee seokmin; choi minho & lee taemin; kim leedo & lee seoho; park seonghwa & jeong yunho; kanemoto yoshi; ...

wreckers: mark tuan & kim yugyeom; ten lee; kim mingyu & lee woozi; kang yeosang & song mingi; shin ryujin; ...

for as long as xitter still exists, I can be found under jaebueomgi.

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on november 22nd:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on november 22nd:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

#faon.own #faon.pinned

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sxnsitivities004-archived · 2 years

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welcome to my blog ✿

moved to @pocketmousiie !! everything below is irrelevant

about me : hey hi hello !! i'm mod nene (or any irl names), but yuyie works as well if we’re acquainted. i use he/bee pronouns mainly and identify as omnisexual n mousedollic + jellyidolic catgender ♡ tags ✦ anons ✦ pronoun page - i was previously luciid-pearls, pearllixo, and theatriix ! my sideblog where i ramble about games and whatnot is @yxyiie

requests are closed ! 1 request(s) in the inbox.

please check under the cut for req info + dni !

request information ..

what can i do ? : icons, wallpapers, headers, moodboards, layouts, userboxes, color picked flags & vice versa, tarot readings, pokemon teams, and doodles. kin assignments as well, but only for sources with an * by them. pride and ship edits are welcome!

defaults : icons are 484x484, wallpapers are 750x1334, headers are 3000x1055, and moodboards are 1080x1080 unless a size is specified! all are in px, so please give sizes using that unit !

sources - bold are favorite, italic are selective : genshin impact*, pjsk*, puyo puyo, helltaker*, pokemon*, ddlc*, tbhk*, jjba, kingdom hearts, ace attorney*, danganronpa*, unlisted. there's a few i'm sure i'm forgetting

blacklist : irls, jean pierre polnareff, h-iji towa, kaito momota, bnha/mha, mcyt, real people (characters played by real people are fine), illegal ships, danganronpa ships. sorry but dgrp shipping is actual hell on earth

also, please credit me if you use my edits !!

dni : usual dni criteria, irl doubles (you can follow, like etc. but please don't directly interact! sorry ily <33 + introjects, fictives, n kins are okay !! ), are / support endo systems, send anon hate, proshipper, truscum, describe yourself as a yandere, nsfw blog

also as a side note !! here's a rentry regarding my irls ,, was linked above but here it is again, sourcemates please interact !! i would so love to talk to you guys mwah

userboxes by @sweetpeauserboxes and @userboxcafe ! thank you v much !

#pinned

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sleepybite · 2 years

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—☆ all about me, sleepy!!

GENERAL

—☆ hello there! you probably know me but if you don’t—i’m the owner of this funny little shitpage. ya can call me sleepy, zero, ziel, or all idc!!!! i’ve been on this app a long, long time, and have been writing seriously since 2016. i also do enjoy reading, particularly the fantasy and fiction genres. i go by they/them and it/its pronouns and prefer masculine or gender-neutral nicknames.

—☆ this blog will be about characters! everything from serious stories and lore to silly little facts about them—think of this as of archive or something. some of my characters will be more developed than others, but feel free to send in your thoughts and opinions ofc! art and other media about them is also welcomed <3

—☆ if you’re coming from my dsmp blog—welcome! i appreciate you all being interested in both my characters outside of dsmp, and my other interests! ((you guys know ily /p.)) this will become my main blog eventually when dsmp ends, but as of right now i will use them both equally and my main blog(really just an xd fan page) of dsmp will still be there well after.

LIKES & INTERESTS

—☆ as stated before, i do very much enjoy dsmp! in terms of people I watch, i'm a massive fan of tommy, ranboo, technoblade, and quackity! i'm also a jschlatt, and all-around chuckle sandwich enjoyer as well.

—☆ MASSIVE fan of genshin impact as well! i like and play the game daily, as well as enjoy the characters as well. if you need a buddy to play with, hit up that ask box and i'll see what i can do <3

—☆ i'm also a fan of pokemon and splatoon! besides genshin these are my main gaming interests!

BASIC INFORMATION & DNI

—☆ absolutely do not, under any circumstances, mess with my mutuals. do not harass them, or anything of the sort.

—☆ if you could, please use tone indicators! i have a hard time with anxiety and it would give me very much peace of mind if you used them.

—☆ if you are anti-dsmp, anti-genshin, and anti-schlatt, please dni. it makes it easier for everyone if we just went our separate ways.

#[navigation]: about me

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coycares · 1 month

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Welcome to my CG blog, little ones! I hope you feel at home.

Hi. I'm Ender or Coy. I recently fell in love with the immaculate vibes given off by CG blogs (especially the Hazbin ones ily guys sm), so I decided to make my own and open up my ask box for everyone!

I have just a few rules for the littles who visit this blog:

🤍 nothing nsfw or kink related. we obviously can't have that around the littles.

🤍 nothing hateful. I want to curate a safe space, and we can't have any bigotry in that

🤍 patience please. my caregiver headspace is there, but more than anything I am a little just like you- not to mention I have other things completely to focus on. I will try to reply to asks as fast and often as I can

as long as you can follow these few rules, I'll be so happy to have you here!

my boundaries and your taken anon tags will be under the cut!

anon tags:

none yet

general boundaries:

🤍 i'm pretty iffy on roleplay, but i can do a little bit... things I can do more are: advice/comfort, finding you worksheets/coloring pages, listening to your babbles, recommending music/shows, and making you moodboards/stimboards/outfits

🤍 while I can listen to your vents, if there too triggering I won't post them as to avoid triggering the other littles

🤍 I can care for all ages, but I know how to care for 2-5 year olds best I think

name boundaries:

here's a list of what I am and am not okay with being called, but if you want to call me anything that isn't on there just ask!

#age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere cg #sfw littlespace cg #agere caregiver #sfw littlespace caregiver #agere carer #sfw littlespace carer

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nenes-numberonefan · 2 months

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welcome

Im H, the only person running this account

you guys can call me H, (sicky) vicky, eggy greggy, or cupid

editing blog is @tiny--light

mafuyu fanpage is @mafuyu-fan079

don’t forget your daily clicks ♥️

Informally known as nenes number one fan

plant mother, crazy cat lady, ensekai player, professional yapper

the drawing box 😩

in this little silly page i just talk about nenes events, nene focus events, nene gachas, and sometimes I just talk about other characters.

MUTUALS

TAGS:

//nenes number one fan, posts about nene

//tangent, just me talking about random stuff

//glory, asks

//theanonspeaks, the unnamed anons 😟😟

//the[anonname]anonspeaks, the named anons 🤭

h mootsiesss 😍, mutuals 😍

cool accounts for u to check out:

ROLEPLAY ACCOUNTS I LOVE

@tenma--tsukasa--official

@kusanagi-nene-official

if y’all see this I love u guys ur so swag, ur role plays are so cool

FANFIC ACCOUNTS I ADORE

@lovely-showtimes

@mizu-nights

@enamation

@nogenderbee

if y’all like pjsk writing, check them out, the way they write is absolutely beautiful

I’m gonna recommend a piece of writing for each of them because they have loads of amazing ones but these are just my personal favs

lovely_showtimes, I recommend to read their “out on the balcony” story, it’s so cute and if y’all love wxs as much as I do, u will prolly love this!

mizu-nights, I recommend reading literally any of their mizuki stories, they are all super cute

enamation, first off their name is so creative, but I recommend reading their rui kamishiro x clingy reader head cannons, super cute, absolutely adore them.

nogenderbee, idk why i haven’t added them on here yet, bees writings never dissappoint, they have master lists for wxs that are so long i could read all of them, bonus points because they’re super sweet, actually all these people are super nice but she sticks out to me ily pookie 😍

anyways enough of my talking, goodbye for now!

user boxes by @/sweetpeauserboxes!

#//tangent #//nenes number one fan #//glory #h mootsiesss 😍#//theanonspeaks

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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back to you.

✎ pairing — spiderman!chan x school reporter!reader (terms are gn but chan calls the reader pretty and there is a mention of them wearing a dress at the end)

✎ genre — spiderman au, fluff (lots of it), tiny angst, an attempt at humour

✎ warning(s) — swearing, a brief mention of blood, poorly written fight scenes, a poor understanding of how chemistry and injuries work (i'm so sorry)

✎ word count — 9.2 k words

✎ synopsis — it’s not easy being your friendly neighbourhood spiderman, not when you have a crush on a very, very cute reporter.

↳ this is also for ficscafe's dpe event! using prompts #31 & #13!

✎ a/n — thank you @starlightjoong for helping me bring this idea to life! while i was writing this fic, she was writing the secret language of flowers !! ily bestie! 💖 also @minghaofilm !! it's finally complete :) thank you for crying over chan with me.

this is my first long oneshot, and to be honest i'm kind of unhappy with how the middle portion was written? 😭 a lot of parts are kind of vague and probably inaccurate and i'm sorry for that, i'll work harder to do better research and improve my writing! all feedback is appreciated~ ily guys!! 🤧💖

“Gooood morning Diamond Hill High! This is your host yn speaking—”

“—and their co-host Soonyoung speaking!”

“And welcome to the DHH Show!”

Soonyoung gives you a sideways grin, this was always the highlight of your mornings. You twirl your pen and grin back as Soonyoung raises the enthusiasm in his voice for the camera. “For today’s agenda, we are going to be talking all about superheroes!”

“And for our first guest, you know him for writing the script for our upcoming production of Beauty and the Beast—”

“—Tickets for Beauty and the Beast go on sale next week!”

“That’s right Soonyoung! Now please welcome...Joshua Hong!”

The hushed claps coming from you and Soonyoung, as well as that one kid from the AVI club you could never remember the name of, echoes throughout the school’s storage room as Joshua makes his way into frame and sits on the small chair placed at front of your desk.

“Ah, for the record guys, next time can I be introduced as the head journalist for the school newspaper instead?”

“You got it Joshua! Now, the students of Diamond Hill High voted on superheroes to be this week’s topic. Would you please walk us through a little bit of what the newspaper team had in mind for the next issue?”

Joshua takes the makeshift mic from your hand and tries not to show his surprise at its quality. It’s a real mic, it just appears that you’ve wrapped some cardboard around it and pasted the school’s logo on the front for a...professional feel.

“Right. So this month the newspaper team decided to coincide the special additions page with the theme for this month’s DHH Morning Show—”

“This was all yn’s idea by the way!” Soonyoung pipes in, and you try not to smile too wide as to appear cheeky.

“And she’s also one of our journalists! We’ll be featuring all sorts of articles and anecdotes about the heroes in today’s modern society, so be sure to check it out!”

“Thank you Joshua! You heard it here first folks, the Diamond Hill High Newspaper Club has all sorts of juicy stories coming your way. Now, back to you Soonyoung— ! Oh wait, first and foremost the joke of the day...”

Chan grins up at the fuzzy television screen that was hung above in his homeroom’s hallway. One of the few reasons he always came to school on time was to see you start everyone’s mornings with your cheery personality. Others found the DHH Morning Show to be corny, but he thought that your personality made it exceptionally charming.

Upon hearing you tell the joke of the day, Chan shakes his head and laughs quietly to himself while putting his skateboard into his locker and slinging his backpack onto his shoulder for the first class of the morning.

“I have a plan.”

Chan falls back into his chair and finishes scribbling down the last of the notes from today’s class. As the bell rings to signal the end of the school day, he nudges his best friend until said friend pulls out the headphones he had been hiding under this sweatshirt.

“You have a plan?” Vernon says, barely audible, already half asleep and completely ready to head home, but Chan chooses to ignore his friend’s half-lidded gaze and taps the table impatiently a few times before sliding over a notepad. “This is how I’m going to confess.”

“Sorry but, how many of these have you gone through with me? And how many have been successful?”

“This is the one! Let me run this through with you on the way home okay? I'm going to ask them to prom, and there’s one month for it to happen.”

Vernon only squints and tosses Chan his jacket, which had slid off the chair unbeknownst to Chan’s excitement. “Which is just code for you saying that you want to procrastinate a little more right?”

Correct. Chan huffs and swings his backpack over his shoulder. Vernon was right, but he would never admit it out loud. He can only mumble instead, “No, that’s not it...”

“Just, run it by with me once we head out okay? We can even stop by the skate park if you’d like.”

Yeah, I would like that. Chan nods and turns back to do a quick check of his things before turning on his heel facing the door, on his way to grab his skateboard from his locker.

“Hey!”

Chan almost drops his notebook and curses as he fumbles with it rather lamely while you hold your hands out trying to calm him down between giggles. “Sorry, sorry!” You laugh some more, but Chan doesn’t find himself getting bothered by your reaction. His hand finds the back of his neck while he tries to slow down his heart rate. He feels the hints of a blush begin to creep upon his cheeks and he turns away from you promptly to avoid your gaze.

Vernon, is nowhere to be found. And Chan doesn’t know whether to be thankful or terrified that his friend just left him alone in an empty classroom with his crush.

“Hey! Umm did you leave something behind?”

Lame. So lame. Why couldn’t he have replied with something cool? Like—

“Not really! I just wanted to talk with you, Vernon actually suggested that I should for this idea I have...”

Vernon? Vernon actually talked to you, for him? Chan glances at his phone and makes a mental note to buy Vernon food from the cafeteria during the next lunch period they shared. He quickly turns back to you however, not wanting to look uninterested when it was actually the opposite, “Oh! What’s it about?”

You grin and take out your own notepad. Chan tries not to notice how cute you look, tapping the pen on the edge of the paper like a real reporter about to get filled in on some juicy details. Your twinkling eyes and bouncy steps distract him from the fact that he was going to be the first subject for your questioning.

“So I’m writing for the school newspaper right? And I was thinking...”

“You did not just set me up for self sabotage!”

Chan presses his wrists into his eyes and groans, falling onto the bench and nearly sending his skateboard flying into a child after he kicks it accidentally out of exasperation. He bows his head in apology when he ends up being on the receiving end of a harsh glare from the mother.

“Well I didn’t know that they were going to ask for your help for an article about yourself! They just asked if I knew anyone who wasn’t paired up with a writer yet so they could take the photos.”

Joining the photography club was probably the best decision Chan has ever made in his high school career. Not only did it allow him some leeway between classes, but it also allowed him to meet you. And seeing you in your element, excitedly directing the writers, editors and photographers to their stations and assigning projects, made him excited to work.

“How. On. Earth. Am I supposed to take photos for an article about Spiderman?” Chan takes his head into his hands as Vernon pats his back. It was frustrating that his only chance of working with you closely was for a project that was impossible for him to take part in.

“Sorry dude, but next time they asks I’ll definitely ask what it’s about first before turning them to you.”

“No, no, I’m really grateful for what you did by the way. I just really wanted to say no but—”

“Wait, you didn’t turn down their offer?” Vernon abruptly pauses before his kickflip to stare at his best friend and Chan rubs the back of his neck while avoiding the gaze of disbelief that was aimed his way. “I may have said I was going to meet with them this weekend to brainstorm some ideas?”

“Dude, you’re so whipped.”

Chan runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He doesn’t know if it's out of amusement at his own actions, or stress from the new situation at hand. He decides that it’s because he’s going to meet you this Saturday, and he can’t wait to see the outfit you have planned.

“Yeah, I am.”

When Chan walks into the cafe, the scent of coffee and baked goods hits him before the warmth of the cozy ambiance, the sound of muffled chatter, and the calls for order numbers register within his mind.

He easily spots you in the corner, typing away at your laptop whilst sipping on what he would assume to be a triple mocha. You see, he's remembered your order by heart ever since that one time he and Vernon were assigned to food pickup duty during a newspaper jam session.

It’s not like Chan has never spoken to you before. You’ve had your fair share of conversations while putting the newspaper together. It was just that he never had any real excuse to spend more time with you.

You didn’t share any classes, and whenever he wasn’t swinging around the city, putting stops to robberies and saving cats from trees, you were hustling under tight deadlines and coordinating with the heads of all school activities.

In short, Chan wasted no time jumping at his first opportunity to get to know you better. And he was yet to figure out a solution to the problem that came with that.

Once you spot Chan, you give a small wave to beckon him over and Chan quickly hurries to your table, sliding into the chair in front of you. While removing his jacket, you slide a mug towards him, and Chan immediately recognizes the drink when he catches a whiff of the steam still blowing out.

“How did you know that I liked lattes?”

“I think I was on food pickup duty for our last jam session? Well you ordered this for the all-nighter, so I just thought you might like it again today.”

You have an eye smile, Chan notices. And he adds that onto the mental list of things that he likes about you. “Yeah,” Unbeknownst to him, you’re also noticing the way he smiles for the first time, “I do.”

“I guess you can say that I’ve noticed a latte— Ah! Sorry that was terrible.” Chan begins to laugh at the way you cover your face with your hand out of embarrassment. So maybe you were a bit of a dork too. He likes this side of you a lot.

“Anyways! Let’s get started.” You take another sip of your drink and Chan tries not to wrinkle his nose at the fact that he could practically smell the sugar steaming out of the lid. He was in no position to judge coffee orders, as he had his own fair share of energy drinks before night patrol. It amazed him how his mind perceived everything you as endearing.

“I’ve been doing some of my own research, and have found a few areas where frequent sightings of Spiderman have occurred.”

You whip out your phone and lean closer to Chan’s side of the table to show him some photos. Chan tries not to notice how you smell like strawberries, and he wonders if you had tried a new shampoo recently.

His heart starts to feel heavy when you start swiping through photos of Spiderman, to no surprise hanging around the places Chan liked to frequent, including the top of the city’s conservatory building, the stairwell behind his favourite local sandwich shop, and the library by the corner on the same block of the school.

The city’s conservatory building always had the best views, and Chan liked to sit there to admire the bustling streets of the city and observe the little people, wondering what kind of lives they led that was beyond what his eyes could tell. The spot was very open to the public’s eye if he sat on the ledge, but he didn’t mind if it made people feel safe to have someone watching over them.

The local sandwich shop was run by a kind old man who used to give Chan free snacks and drinks after classes, during his middle school days. He liked to keep his change of clothes in the alleyway next to the shop. Chan isn’t sure if the owner was aware of his hidden storage area, but he doesn’t feel like bringing up that conversation.

Now the school library. Chan doesn’t spend much time there other than to pick up the occasional comic book. But he knows from his routinely city patrols that you go there after school almost every day, presumably to do some further research for the next article you were writing. Chan knows that you are perfectly capable of handling yourself, but that doesn’t stop him from lingering at that spot a little longer just to check if you made it home safely afterwards.

“—These photos are too blurry to use, so I need you to take a few clear pictures around these spots for the article. They don’t have to be while I’m interviewing of course, candids from any time will work. Does that sound good Chan?”

I can do this, Chan figures that he could take a few of his own candids during patrol before the time you were planning to do your interview. There was no need for him to take pictures of Spiderman, so the plan was perfect. The one thing that he cannot pinpoint for the life of him is why you were so adamant on this particular project.

“Gotcha, although may I ask why candids from these specific spots? And why Spiderman of all people? He’s a pretty busy guy you know— swinging around, doing cool stuff, like fighting…”

You purse your lips, and for a moment Chan thinks that you’re going to say something obvious like: Spiderman? Of course I’m going to write about him, he’s always saving the day and who wouldn’t want to read about that?

“Because,” You finish the last of your coffee, and the sound it makes when you place it back on the table brings Chan’s attention back to your storming irises, partially dreamy and fully determined.

Like a true journalist. “Spiderman’s a person, someone who probably hangs around these spots when he’s not in costume for a reason. He has a life and he has a story. But he’s still risking everything for this damn city, so I just want to ask him, why?”

You break eye contact to call for another order of triple mocha. This time, with extra sugar. Chan is at a loss for words because his mind was still pondering over your last comment. You didn’t seem to notice, as you continued rambling all of your ideas to him while occasionally typing in new ones into your document.

Chan doesn’t mind, he likes hearing you talk.

Unknown ID : hey Chan! this is yn speaking~ i asked Vernon for your number if that’s okay?

Unknown ID : remember when i said candids of those spots from any time will work? well I was thinking that maybe the article would feel more authentic if we had a few shots with Spiderman in it!

Unknown ID : what do you say about going on a little search for spidey?

Well, shit.

The cool spring breeze tickles Chan’s face as he walks with you side by side along the streets of South Korea. It has been approximately one hour since your “search” for Spiderman had begun, and Chan feels extremely guilty as he sees you get more and more ansty.

“I swear he’s really easy to spot, sometimes I feel like he does it on purpose. I’ve even seen a few glimpses of him swinging by buildings after school.”

You’ve noticed when Chan was watching over you after school? The other times, yes he was trying to be a little more public about his appearance. But after school? He really needed to work on his stealth training.

“Maybe he’s busy? Saving cats from trees or helping old ladies cross the street?”

You laugh for the first time since you started searching, and Chan immediately wants to hear it again. “You’re right, I can’t expect him to appear just because I want him to. We can go looking another time.”

“Yeah, we can.” Chan tucks his hands into his pockets and tries to focus his attention on the street you’re about to cross instead of seeing you disappointed because of him. “Why don’t you give up on Spiderman and go chase after Iron Man instead?”

He meant to say it as a joke to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t expect you to look down and fiddle with your hands. You had a habit of playing with your hands, which only makes Chan want to hold them more. Your voice is quieter, and he swears you almost sound shy, “But I like Spiderman.”

Chan momentarily freezes in his place. “You like Spiderman?” God, why did you have to look so cute smiling at the ground as you swing your hands back and forth like an excited child. “I mean, he is pretty cool I guess but Spiderman? Of all the superheroes?”

You look like you’re about to say something else, but aren’t able to finish your thought when the sounds of sirens start to echo across the city, the noise reaching closer and closer to your ears by the second.

A loud blast follows the sound of the sirens and Chan immediately drags you by the hand across the street and pulls you behind a car. You peek from behind the vehicle just to see a truck crash onto the pavement along the very sidewalk you were just walking on.

The sound of the blast rang through your ears as you scream out of panic, not being able to process your surroundings or move your legs. You see Chan’s lips moving but you can’t make out what he’s saying to you. You’re immediately pulled into his chest and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You were used to seeing stories on the news about events like this, you’ve even written a few articles about them yourself. But you never imagined that you would find yourself in the middle of one. You’re only allowed a few seconds to bury your face into the soft material of Chan’s shirt before you regain your hearing.

Chan has to pull you away and hold you by the shoulders. There are a million emotions flashing across his face but you could only make out the way his eyes just look so guilty.

“Yn, I’m going to need you to head over to the sandwich shop across the street by yourself okay? You’ll be safe there

For the first time, you are at a loss of words. Was Chan really going to leave you here when both of your lives were in danger? You could only focus on the way Chan rubs the sides of your arms and pleads to you with his eyes. You snap back into reality when Chan gets up from your hiding place and you are quick to grab onto his sleeve. “Wait! Please don’t leave me here— Chan I’m— I’m scared.”

“I’ll come back to you right away, I promise. Just— Just do this for me please okay yn?”

Maybe it’s the urgency swimming through his eyes, or the shouts of people from the distance that urge you to slowly release your grip on Chan’s sleeve. He gives you a small reassuring smile and squeezes your shoulders one last time before booking it down the street in the direction of the commotion.

You regain the feeling in your legs again and start running.

The sandwich shop owner lets you in without hesitation and ushers you into the back room along with a few other customers. He didn’t look scared at all, as if he knew the protocol like the back of his hand.

You don’t know how long it is before the sounds disappear from outside, but you stay in the sandwich shop for a few more hours. You don’t move places because Chan said he was going to come back.

When you don’t see the familiar brunette boy enter the shop after another hour, you head out and look for him yourself. The sandwich shop owner and customers don’t notice you sneaking out of the backdoor amidst their hushed conversations.

You were going to look for Chan and bring him back with you. Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is to be running off in the middle of a city wide lockdown?

The streets are eerily quiet. The city looks like something straight out of a dystopian novel from the way the cars are flipped over, debris from neighbouring buildings are scattered amongst the roads, and there are no people whatsoever.

Despite your initial terror, your mind couldn’t help but construct a headline from this event. Perhaps Spiderman— No. The school newspaper was not a priority right now. You needed to find Chan, and Chan needed to be safe.

You don’t even make it to the end of the block before you hear the first siren after many hours. This was a mistake. You needed to keep searching for Chan. Should you head back to the sandwich shop? Your mind was telling you to head back to safety, but your feet wouldn’t stop moving forward. Where was Chan?

The sounds of your footsteps come to halt when you round the corner and are met face to face with someone who definitely isn’t Chan.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Standing before you is a man wearing an all black suit made of what appears to be the skin of a reptile. You stop breathing when the man morphs into something unrecognizable and protrudes a veiny neck that turns towards your direction. You aren't even given time to think before it lets out a gut wrenching screech.

You stumble backwards and hit the concrete while pressing your hands over your ears, you swear they’re about to bleed. The sound feels like it’s piercing through your body and you start to see stars in your eyes. Amidst your hazy vision, you see a body on the pavement behind the creature, you hope yours isn’t going to be one of them.

As if on cue, a web shoots from behind you and a flash of red whips past your figure.

“So there you are! I thought I was going to have to— wait m- ma’am?”

“A friend of yours Spiderman?” The creature takes a step towards you and you flinch, but Spiderman immediately covers you from its gaze with his body. When it bares its teeth and you try not to look at the blood dripping from its fangs.

There is a throbbing sensation on your ankle, probably from your fall. But all you could do was stay paralyzed in fear as Spiderman and the creature circle each other in the middle of the tight spaced alleyway.

Something lunges forward. You aren’t given time to think before Spiderman takes you by the waist and swings into the air.

“Didn’t I say— why aren’t you in hiding with the rest of the city?” Spiderman zips through the city swinging from building to building as the creature tails closely from behind. You don’t have the strength to open your eyes as your arms wrap limply around his neck.

At some point, Spiderman sends you both spinning through the air and you use all of your willpower to swallow the vomit rising in your throat. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. Spiderman probably could have defeated the villain long ago if you weren’t too nosy for your own good. You were sure he couldn’t hear you, but you feel a hand squeeze your waist reassuringly.

He drops you off on the rooftop of the city’s conservatory. The creature is nowhere in sight, but you know he’s going to have to get back to the fight as soon as possible. “Stay here this time okay? Don’t go anywhere and I promise that I will come back for you.”

“Wait!” Spiderman freezes at your voice. When he turns around, a familiar feeling settles within your gut and you cannot pinpoint where it comes from. “My friend, I was looking for my friend Chan. Have you seen him? He just ran off and I don’t know if he’s okay. He’s about this tall, has a really sweet smile and he’s always holding a skateboard and—”

“He’s safe.” You bounce on the balls of your feet, not entirely convinced yet. “I made sure that everyone in this city was settled into a hiding space beforehand.”

You slowly nod, and Spiderman proceeds to launch himself off the building. This time you are set on believing the last words spoken to you before being left behind.

You start looking for a place to hide, but almost trip over something slippery stuck to your shoe. You rub it against the ground vigorously, but it only releases a stench that you could only recognize from chemistry class. You run to the edge of the conservatory roof and muster all the breath you can to call out.

“Spiderman! Spiderman! Use water! This— this thing, is hydrophilic! Ms. Kang from eleventh grade chemistry said so!”

You were on top of a conservatory. There had to be water somewhere. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you hobble over to the stairs and start desperately searching for a source of water.

It looks like Spiderman’s fight with the creature had moved the bottom of the conservatory building. You bid Spiderman a silent apology as you run past the scene. From the corner of your eye you see Spiderman take another blow to the chest. You wince and start praying to the gods that somewhere there would be— aha.

When you turn around, Spiderman is lying limp on the concrete. If it wasn’t for the faint rising and falling of his chest, you would have thought he was dead, but you don’t even want to think of that possibility right now.

“All worn out Spidey?” The creature’s voice comes out in hissed breaths as it begins to take the form of a man again, and your hands start to shake as you watch Spiderman try and fail to get up. “I wonder...” It drawls its words in slow, panting breaths, "What your little friend would say if I happened to lift that mask." A slimy gloved hand reaches out to dig its nails into Spiderman's neck, you see a flash of pale skin underneath—

You twist the valve with all the strength in your body.

Your body shakes as water blasts out of the nozzle with overwhelming pressure, you were pretty sure that the ruckus around the conservatory’s area may have damaged some of the equipment.

The man-creature falls to the pavement as you carelessly increase the valve’s pressure and aim it in his direction. The source of the water explodes and you feel a cold shock hurl you backwards, you pray that the blast reaches the enemy.

You’re pretty sure that you were knocked unconscious, because the next time you open your eyes, you are lying in a puddle of something sticky and the man-creature is nowhere in sight.

The sounds of police sirens snaps you out of your daze and you turn to your side to see Spiderman still in his spot, this time, you aren’t sure if he’s breathing.

“Spiderman! Wake up, please Spiderman! The police are on their way!”

Spiderman stirs a little, and you almost engulf him in a hug, that is, if you knew for sure that he didn’t have any broken ribs. On instinct you take his hand, you hope that somehow your energy would transfer over to him. You squeeze it and rub circles into his palm, it probably does more comfort for you than him.

Nevertheless, it works. You breathe out a sigh of relief when Spiderman stirs from his spot and immediately sits up. He takes you by the waist again, and swings you somewhere far away.

You don’t question it when Spiderman drops you off at your exact address, there are some things that are not worth questioning at the moment. You both were a soaked mess. But you’re pretty sure Spiderman had it way worse than you from the way he sways back and forth on your window’s ledge.

“Spider—” Spiderman falls forward and you catch him. His weight causes you to tumble onto the floor but you don’t let go of your arms around him.

“I’m sorry— ” he begins, but you shush him. “Don’t be. Thank you for saving my life.” He says something else but it only comes out as a mumble as you usher him to lean on you for support, but you’re also wincing at your ankle.

Somehow, you’re able to place him in a lying position and are about to lift your arm, but you hesitate, not wanting to take off his mask without his permission. You knew he could get into serious trouble if you did. Sensing your hesitation, Spiderman reaches for his mask and does it for you.

Chan.

You try your best to keep a composed figure for the injured boy lying in front of you; but all your mind can do is spin in circles at the fact that the sweet boy from the photo club is the very superhero that has been swinging around your city and defeating villains. You may also be try to process: what the actual fuck is Spiderman doing in your bedroom.

The article. No wonder Chan always looked so nervous whenever you asked him for his thoughts about the article. It all made sense now, and you feel guilty for having been so pushy about it, even though you had no way of knowing that he was actually Spiderman.

“I trust you,” is all he says. His eyes are closed and there’s a fresh bruise forming on his cheek. You will yourself to stay calm, and you sigh in relief when the injuries don’t look as bad as how you originally imagined.

This wasn’t the shy, sweet Chan you were used to seeing riding to school on his skateboard and bringing in snacks for the newspaper club. This was a defeated Chan who was no longer trying to move, he was alive, but he just looked so helpless.

“Are you able to breathe okay? Any swelling around your ribs?”

“They’re not broken,” he croaks. You trust him, he would know a lot more about injuries than you do.

“I’m going to just clean you up okay? We have a first aid kit in here somewhere and I can definitely wrap those bruises up and—”

“Thank you.” Chan’s eyes are still closed but his voice is stronger now, almost as if he’s trying to reassure you that he was going to be okay. You squeeze his hand and muster a small smile, even if he wasn’t going to see it. He’ll be okay.

Chan wakes up in a room that most definitely isn’t his. There’s a throbbing pain in his arms but he thinks that’s just from overworking his webs. Exhaustion fuzzes his memory and he tries to get a hold of his surroundings.

The star decals stuck to the ceiling are the first thing he notices, and he almost smiles at the childish charm. When he sits up and he also notices that he’s wearing a hello kitty shirt? Okay, so he’s not wearing his clothes either. When he lifts the blanket he's relieved to see that he’s at least wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

He feels something scratching his chest, and lifts the shirt a little to see it wrapped neatly with a bandage. There's a bit of a soreness when he moves, but he feels much better than yesterday.

The room is pretty neat for the most part, except maybe for the pile of papers scattered across the desk in the corner and the heaps of sticky notes scrawled with little notes Chan can’t make out pasted all over the wall above.

The sound of the door creaking snaps him out of his thoughts and he almost faints at the sight before him.

He sees you shyly peek around the doorframe offering a tiny smile while holding a tray of what seemed to be pancakes? Chan’s mind immediately goes into panic mode, but when he jolts into a sitting position and hears you let out a small giggle, he relaxes a bit as his mind replays the events from the previous day. You must have taken care of him and let him stay over, he thinks. He feels guilty for putting such a burden on you.

You were wearing your own Hello Kitty shirt, but along with a pair of pajama bottoms to make the matching set. Chan doesn’t fail to notice your ruffled hair and the way you try to use your elbow to cover a yawn that overtakes you.

His heart falls when he sees you leaning on the door for support, and the way you use the walls to help you hobble over to his side.

“Hey,” you say to break the silence. When you woke up your ankle was throbbing more than ever, and you regret not finding a better way to handle it before falling asleep.

“Are you hurt?” is the first thing Chan asks, but you shake your head and try to smile through the pain.

“No, I’m okay.”

“But why were you limping?” To be honest, you thought that Chan was in a more dire situation than you were. Last night, you remembered him fading in and out of consciousness and mumbling about the pain in his chest. He assured you that he didn’t break anything, but you still worried that there was something serious.

“I may have twisted my ankle but that’s all really,” are the only words you supplied him with. Was it a stupid decision to not have gotten it checked immediately? Maybe, but you didn’t want to leave Spiderman alone and unconscious in your bedroom either.

“You can’t call that nothing yn, let me have a look.” Despite your protests, Chan takes the tray of food from you before ushering you to switch places with him.

He kneels down in front the bed, and you’re grateful that he was looking a lot better than yesterday. When he gently lifts your foot you can’t conceal the faint gasp that leaves your lips at the pain that shoots up your leg.

Chan glances up and gives you a knowing look, but you only huff and wrap your arms around yourself as he grabs the first aid kit you set aside last night. He begins to wrap it carefully, and you’re grateful that he’s way too focussed on his task to see the way your cheeks begin to fill with warmth.

“Promise me that you’ll get this properly checked out at the hospital okay? I don’t want it getting worse.”

“Then we are both going, no excuses Chan, you don’t look like you're in a better state than I am.” You give Chan your best pointed look, but it ends up coming out more like an upset pout. Chan has to hold back his smile. “Deal.”

Chan moves back to sit next to you on the bed and a comfortable silence passes between you both. You’re about to offer Chan the breakfast before he says something else, “So…”

You, having a feeling about what he’s going to bring up next, offer a small smile in his direction, “So…”

“I’m Spiderman.” Chan drawls out his words slowly and carefully, and you laugh at the way he seems more in shock than you do.

“You are.” You take the tray of food and place it over his lap, nodding your head for him to start eating.

Chan obliges, taking a slice of the pancake (that you cut for him) and shoving it into his mouth as he looks at you in disbelief. “You’re not surprised at all?”

“Well I had all night to mull it over when I was washing your suit,” You’re speaking in between giggles now, and Chan doesn’t think he’s ever seen a human as precious as you are. “I’m glad you are though, I mean— being Spiderman and all. I feel much safer knowing that someone like you is watching over the city.”

This time it was Chan’s turn to blush, and mumbles out a quick thank you while looking down at his food. You fiddle with your fingers while sitting on the edge of the bed, you're smiling but you don’t dare to meet Chan’s gaze, in fear that you might go into cardiac arrest.

“Is the food okay?” You say while keeping your eyes facing downwards. From the corner of your eye, you see Chan take another bite before answering your question.

It’s a little burnt, Chan thinks, but it tastes nothing but delicious to him. “It’s perfect.”

“That’s good.” You gently lift your legs to the bed and wrap your arms around them. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, as you were just beginning to reprocess all the events that had just occurred in the last 24 hours.

“Um,” Chan scratches the back of his neck as if he was just remembering something, “Do your parents know that I’m here? Or do they know that Spiderman was just lying around in your bedroom last night?”

You give Chan a strange look, but it doesn’t last very long when his eyes widen and you start laughing at his reaction. At this point you’re starting to get an idea of what exactly the boy feels for you, but you want to tease him a little bit before you return your own feelings. “It’s just me and my mom actually, and she’s away on a business trip. She knows I’m okay though.”

“Oh so it’s just us here?” Chan immediately regrets the way his words come out, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I was just curious, I hope you know that I’d never try anything—”

“I know wouldn’t Chan," His expression falls into one of relief. "—and I understand just being curious. I also hope you know that I wouldn’t say anything about this right? I really appreciate that you trust me.”

Chan's face morphs into one with a smile, you think he looks best smiling that way. “Yeah, I do.” The room falls back to comfortable silence again, and you lie down on the bed to gaze at the stars on your ceiling as Chan finishes his breakfast.

“Also, nice shirt.”

Your eyes flit to Chan and you grin at the way he pinches the material of the shirt he’s wearing and how adorable he looks sitting on your bed with rumpled hair and cheeks puffy from the food in his mouth. “Yeah? It was the largest one I could find, the shorts too.”

Chan makes an appreciative nod at your answer. Two weeks ago, if someone told him that he would be sitting in your bedroom, wearing your clothes, and eating the breakfast you made, he would have most likely passed out on the spot. But he’s glad that he could even call you his friend now, and the fact that you two were able to hang out in such a natural comfortable way brought him immense joy.

“I don’t mean to bring this out of the blue but I was wondering by the way...that maybe you would- I mean if you would like to—”

“—go to prom with you?” You finish for him, and you try not to smile too wide at the way Chan’s jaw drops open.

“How did you know?” Chan’s mind races through a million possibilities. There was no way that you were a superhero too right? Maybe you were—

“Maybe next time don’t keep your confession plan in your suit’s pocket.”

“Ah…” So much for the element of surprise. “So um, would you? I mean, like to go to prom with me? I didn’t mean to ask you this way but I really like you and—”

“Yes”

Chan almost can’t believe it, and he would have reached over to hold your hand if it wasn’t for the fact that you had used them to cover your face as you squealed in delight, “Yes Chan! A million times yes! I would love to go to prom with you.”

You reach over and squeeze Chan’s hands; you had a habit of doing that, and Chan hopes that he’ll be able to see you do it more. "And..." You're having trouble meeting his eyes, but you're able to do so with a warmth to your cheeks. "I also, really like you too Chan."

Chan’s too distracted by your sparkling eyes and blinding smile to even ponder the bizzarity of the current situation. You continue to ramble a little bit more. "Before we go though, can we like, go on a few dates or something? There's still a few weeks or so."

Chan is a little surpirsed at your eagerness, but he is quick to nod and reply with a soft yes.

“And! One more thing,” Chan is in too much of a daze to register everything that was happening at the moment and he replies with another yes without even thinking.

“Are you gonna set me up with an interview with Iron Man or…?”

The room is filled with your giggling protests as Chan pouts and threatens to take back his prom invitation.

You have never felt more confident walking into the school on newspaper release day with a cast on your foot and a Lee Chan holding your hand.

The article turned out even better than you could have ever imagined. Of course, having Spiderman as your boyfriend did give you extra brownie points.

“So umm, how would you describe your...umm your motivations for keeping the city safe?”

“Why are you being so awkward?” Chan reaches over the table and pinches your cheeks, you can't see it, but his smile is so wide that it reaches his ears. You whine and swat his hands away.

“This interview is supposed to be professional Spiderman! No harassing the interviewer with cheek pinching!”

“You know you love it.” Chan leans back on the chair with his hands behind his head and you swear that he’s smirking underneath the mask. He has definitely gotten a lot more comfortable with teasing since you’ve started going out, and you often find yourself finding a reason to be flustered at least once a day. So much for being shy and awkward at first.

Getting the photos was much easier as you and Chan wasted no time in going on your first date, where there was plenty of time to take photos as Chan had decided to take you to different spots around the city.

You were happy to say that the article was a hit. The never-before-seen photos of Spiderman along with the casual interview got multiple shares across social media platforms that weren’t even associated with your school.

You grinned up at the TV screen as your interview with Spiderman played above the hallway on the way to Chan’s locker.

“So Spiderman, I wanted to end by asking; why? Why do you do all of this for the city?”

“Well,” Chan leans over with his elbows on the table and you can see yourself trying to avoid smiling and rolling your eyes. “For people like you."

"Hm? What's that supposed to mean?" You try to conceal the suprise that becomes evident in your body language, but Chan can tell that he's made you a little flustered. He smiles underneath the mask and continues.

"People have lives and they all have stories to tell right? When people like you are so passionate to share what makes the world so great, it pushes me to do better."

“Hey yn!” You see Chan running towards you with his skateboard under his arm. “Are you ready to let me teach you how to skate at the park today?”

His hair is ruffled, and he’s slightly panting. It looks like he just ran out of class to get to you. Every day you find another reason to love Chan, everything about him was so endearing. You take his hand in yours and squeeze it, he squeezes back.

“Of course.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER~

Channie ♥: yn!! yn!! i’m sososo sorry but i don’t think i’m going to be able to meet you at your house tonight because of...you know. i’m so sorry.

Yn ♡: don’t worry about it! i understand completely. I’m just going to carpool with soonyoung and his date and if you finish early, you can meet me there okay?

Channie ♥: i love you.

Your heart warms at the last text, and you reply with your own i love you before texting Soonyoung for a ride. It took a while in the beginning of your relationship to get used to Chan’s spontaneous schedule, but you were more than willing to work things out with just a little more effort.

Some might say that you and Chan had exchanged I love you’s too early, but you got closer in a shorter amount of time than you expected. Maybe it was also because of the fact that your bedroom window was one of his go-to spots after city patrol.

That, and Vernon’s, who you’ve also gotten better acquainted with. Vernon liked to call you his co-person-in-the-chair whenever you two would team up to help Chan get out of class early, or to assist in surveillance on one of his missions.

Prom is pretty boring. Not just because you were the only one without a date, but also because you were the only one without a date. You take your sad place next to the fruit punch stand and watch all the couples sway under the dimmed lights.

If Chan were here, you were sure he would have taken you dancing almost immediately. You’ve had plenty of dates in each other’s rooms when he wasn't busy doing Spiderman stuff where you’d just let the music and play and spend the time jumping around and singing along. You check your phone regularly for any updates as you swallow your disappointment.

You glance down to check the cast on your foot. You were actually on the cusp of getting rid of the cast entirely, but part of you didn’t want to take it off. The little sharpie doodle of a Spiderman mask on the side kept you from getting rid of it entirely.

“Spiderman says to get better soon.” Chan says while adding the finishing touches to his design on your cast. You plant a kiss on the side of his face and his cheeks tinge pink as you both admire his work.

“Yeah? Tell spiderman I said thank you.”

An alert jolts you out of your state and your eyes widen to see a video of Chan- no Spiderman, beating the crap out of some supervillain. After you see him take a fatal blow to the head, you suddenly find yourself chugging the last of the fruit punch and running (more like: hopping) out of the event centre as fast as you could.

“Can I just ask one thing yn?” Chan tries to keep his tone light as he guides you along the paved area of the skatepark. Your hands steadily grip his as your feet remain planted on his skateboard.

“Hm?”

“I need you to promise me that whenever you see me on the news fighting someone, please do not try to go where I am, okay?”

You momentarily look up to meet his eyes from concentrating on your foot placement. “Chan, you know I can’t promise that sort of thing to you…”

Chan knows that this was a difficult thing to ask. He wants to find a solution so, so badly. “Please, please, please yn, I don’t ever want you to get hurt again.”

“Chan I’m going to be a journalist when I leave school, what are you going to do when I have to be where all the action is?”

“Hmm, what are you doing here?”

Spiderman swings down from a building and approaches you while you casually stroll around the park near the scene. The fight barely lasted more than twenty minutes. You were proud to say that your boyfriend's improvement had been accelerating since the last time you saw him fight.

Chan ushers you to follow him while the police are still occupied with the situation, you see someone being handcuffed and someone else being urged to go into the police car. You had already taken a few pictures yourself for an article, but you were more focussed on catching up with your boyfriend.

You didn’t need to answer his question, Chan knew that you were coming.

“Chan I’m going to be a journalist when I leave school, what are you going to do when I have to be where all the action is?”

“I really don’t know to be honest, but I’ll respect whatever decision you make.” Chan smiles and squeezes your hand to reassure the truth of his words. "We have lots of time, we'll find a way."

“Then…” You move closer to rest your head on Chan’s shoulder and play with his fingers. “You’ll be stronger by then right? You’ll be able to protect me and the news crew even better than how you’ve been doing right now.” You feel Chan rest his chin on the top of your head as he silently urges you to continue.

“For now...what if I go meet with you when everything is over? I can still stay with you and get what I need for the newspaper.”

Chan wraps his arms around your waist and sways your bodies side to side. You can’t see his face, but you can hear the satisfaction in his voice, “Sounds like a plan.”

You find yourself in the alleyway behind the sandwich shop you hid during the first day you and Chan went out for Spiderman hunting. Chan grabs a backpack hidden underneath the stairwell and starts changing out of his suit.

You’re facing towards the wall as you hear the rustling of clothes from behind you, “You’re okay right Chan? I know you beat the crap out of that thing in no time but no injuries? Like at all?”

“For your information, I have gotten a lot better since the last time you saw me fight,” Before you’re able to reply, you feel something wrap around your shoulders and you turn and see Chan covering you with an oversized flannel shirt. “It’s cold, and you’re wearing your prom dress, which looks amazing on you by the way.”

Your cheeks warm at his last comment, and you wrap the article of clothing tighter around yourself and inhale the familiar scent. Chan reaches into his backpack and pulls something else out.

“I got you flowers. Sorry they’re uhm… sorry they’re all crumpled.”

It can’t be easy being your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman and a full-time boyfriend to a school reporter. You inhale the sweet scent of the daisies rearranged within the magnolias. “Don’t be sorry, I love them.”

You move closer to adjust his tie properly, and he sneaks a kiss on your nose as you do so. He’s about to go in for another until he freezes in place, and you hear him mutter out a string of curse words.

“What’s the matter?” Chan looks at his watch and groans. "Is that your Chan-tingle telling you something?" Chan nods his head, not without giving your cheek a little pinch at your last comment.

“The villain escaped, I’m gonna have to run back there again. Do you wanna wait here or—”

“Or how about I do a livestream as you beat that thing? You did it last time pretty easily right? What do you think?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see that,” Chan's hand moves to hover above your head before hesitating. See, he would normally ruffle your hair but this time it's all done up and you just look so pretty. Instead he gives you one last grin before pulling the mask over his head and swinging out of the alleyway.

“Soonyoung! I need you here pronto! Spiderman just blew the shit out of that scary looking thing and I need coverage! Take the camera from the record room and get here now!”

You can hear Soonyoung groaning through the phone, and if you weren’t literally about to cover Chan’s biggest fight you would have laughed. “Soonyoung!”

“I heard you! I’m on a date right now you know that yn?”

You now hear Soonyoung hastily explaining to someone on the other side of the phone. It’s muffled, but you can still hear the conversation. “Sorry, sorry, this is really big, and I need to cover the story since no one’s arrived at the scene yet.”

More muffled chatter, and you hear Soonyoung sigh. “It’s for Spiderman. You’re okay with me leaving you here for Spiderman?”

“UH HOLY SHIT IT’S FOR SPIDERMAN? Babe what are you doing? Go now!”

Turns out, you both completely missed prom.

Chan doesn’t really mind, he smiles admiringly at the footage of you doing a broadcast at the scene. You’re sitting down because of your ankle, your hair is windswept and your makeup is smudged from all the running. His favourite part however, is the oversized flannel wrapped around you over your dress. He doesn’t think you could get any prettier than this.

“And there you have it folks! Our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman strikes again and saves our city. We always knew he was reliable. Oh and if you’d like to see some exclusive photos from before and after the fight, you can check out our blog…”

Chan looks up from the camera to see you sitting on the ledge of the conservatory. The wind is tousling through your hair and you sigh while pressing the flowers he gave you close to your chest. It’s not like Chan was expecting a magical night under the hazy lighting within a gymnasium filled with sweaty teenagers. Prom was a little overrated anyway.

Chan joins you on the ledge, the city lights illuminate the serene smiles on your faces, and he makes it a point to take your hand in his and rub circles into your palm.

“Dance with me.”

“But…there’s no music.”

Sometimes Chan wonders if you ever thought about what it would be like to be with him in another life. A life where you weren’t always on your toes waiting for him, or worrying about where he’s gone off to. One where you weren’t always in uncertainty.

But he sees you looking at him expectantly tonight, and the stars in your eyes wash away all the doubts in his mind.

“I don’t mind. Do you?”

#caratwritersclub #ficscafe dpe #dino x reader #lee chan #seventeen x reader #lee chan x reader #dino x you #seventeen dino #lee chan x you #seventeen x you #dino scenario #dino scenarios #seventeen scenario #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #dino fluff #seventeen humor #seventeen crack #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #fallinchan fic: back to you #im not proud of this at ALL and i spent so much time on it *cries*#feedback is greatly appreciated!!#for anyone who was wondering i chose magnolias and daisies for the flowers because #magnolias: perservernce - mc and chan will work hard to make things work!#daisies: innocence - their love is still pretty new and theres lots to explore!#also sol and i talked about making a little nod do her florist chan fic bc #flowers!!!#so there you go #im gonna go take a nap now editing this was a pain

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If you need me

SUMMARY: A one shot of where y/n experiences something that reminds her of her traumatic past and Harry’s 5000 miles away

based on the song If you need by julia micheals

WARNING: Angst with fluff :)

pairing: Harry Styles x uni y/n

wordcount: 2.3k

A/N: Welcome to my first fic, I needed to write something to get in the flow to write my 2000 word story so here it is :)) ily guys <3 (also would you prefer y/n or an oc, please let me know!!)

Y/N was very happy about how her morning had been going.

She had woken up early, worked out and made her favorite breakfast. She had also gotten herself some flowers to celebrate the fact that she had submitted her 10 page essay early. The only thing that would make her morning better would be face timing harry but she knew it was 1 pm here meaning it would be 9 pm in London where Harry was and he had a concert to perform. She threw on one of Harry’s treat people with kindness hoodies over her sundress as she headed to the library that would often get chilly or she was just always cold as harry often teased her. She smiled as she remembered harry telling she would overheat if she continued to wear zip ups and pile blankets on herself even during summers.

She had by now almost reached the library when she suddenly bumped into someone causing the other person to drop some of their stuff. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I should have paid more attention-” it felt as if the words were stuck in her throat as she glanced at who she bumped into.

“Oh hi Y/N” Asher taunted, her ex. She hadn’t seen him since the break up when he told her that he needed space and took off to France only to send her the infamous break up text. And, here he was 6 months later, looking the every bit same. She felt a feeling of anxiety creeping up on her as she started playing with her fingers trying to stop when she saw Asher’s eyes drop to her hands.

“Are you nervous y/n? Always played with your fingers when you were” he said with a hint of smugness, as he reached his hand forward trying to grasp hers. She immediately pulled back, crossing them against her chest as she took a deep breath.

“What are you doing here Asher? Aren’t you supposed to be in France?” she snapped at him, her nervousness quickly turning into anger. Asher raised an eyebrow as if surprised at her response.

“Been keeping tabs on me?” he smirked. “Well forgive me if I wanted to know where my boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend ran off too on our 1 year anniversary” she scoffed.

“Finally grew a backbone y/n?” he drawled looking her up and down. Y/N had never felt the urge to pull someone’s eyeballs out more than she did now. She found herself thinking what she ever saw in this piece of shit. She snapped back to reality as she heard him droning about something.

“..you need me, so I’ll take you back-” he was in interrupted as y/n threw her head back laughing. When she looked at him again, he had an annoyed look on his face. “I need you? Well, I’d like to inform you that you’re wrong again. I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone. I managed myself when you left and I’m doing so now too. So, you can see yourself out of my life again” she reiterated. Asher now looked furious, he lunged forward and grabbed her by her wrists as she tried to free herself from his grip.

“Is all this attitude because of her famous singer boyfriend? Yes, I know all about him. Is he telling you that you’re beautiful? or that you’re important? because news flash, you’re not y/n. You’re worthless, stupid, ugly and you’ll be nothing without me. You’re a whore” he growled. Y/N felt herself flinch as she heard his words before she composed herself and kicked him in the balls. His grip on her wrists loosened giving her the perfect opportunity to attack. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and jerked it forward, raising her knee and smashed his face against it and then shoved him backwards. She heard Asher yelp in pain as blood gushed out of his. One of his hands was on his dick while other on his nose. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction rush through her as she looked at him.

"You bitch, you broke my nose. You'll pay for this" Asher yelled at her. She decided it was best to kick him one more time for good measure and she did, smiling as he groaned in pain. "No, you listen to me. If you ever come near me again or try to hurt me I will fuck up your life and I'll get my famous singer boyfriend to help too" y/n taunted as she turned out to head back to her apartment, she had never been more glad to have her apartment be a 5 minute walk from campus. The whole incident had taken a huge toll on her.

She locked her room as soon as she entered it, leaning against the door as she slowly sank to the floor. She took a deep breath before the sobs broke out. Her entire body was shaking as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to feel as if she wasn't alone in the world. Y/N picked up her phone to send a text to harry but she try made her feel even more shitty. What if he realized she wasn't worth it, what if he had enough of her breakdowns. She pressed her nails into her palm, hitting herself to try to stop herself from feeling too much. She had come so far and now all it took was one interaction for everything to come crumbling down.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting like that but her phone rang, she looked at the clock to see it flashing 5 pm. Realizing that it must be harry on the phone, she got up and rushed to the bathroom, quickly washing her face, she laid down on the bed so he could only see half of her face and then accepted his call.

Harry appeared on the screen all smiley and sweaty. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him. All she wanted to do was hug him. "Finally picked up, huh? I thought y'were gonna leave me hangin' lovie" he teased her. "I'm sorry, my phone was on silent" she said softly.

Harry realised the change in her demeanor, his smile turning into a frown. "Y'alright honey? Not even showin' me y'pretty face" he said to her. She tried to smile as she moved the camera a bit so he could see more of her face. "I'm just tired H" she whispered. Harry had been moving around, probably trying to find a quieter area. He shut the door behind him as he entered what looked like his dressing room.

"Have y'been cryin' y/n?" he questioned as he saw her red nose and faint traces of year marks on her cheeks. y/n knew there was no point in lying because it was pretty obvious. "Yeah, I didn't do very well in one of the assignments my economics professor had assigned but I'm fine now" she told him adding a smile in the end to make it more believable and maybe Harry would have believed her had he not caught a glimpse of the nasty bruise on wrist as the sleeve of her (his) hoodie slipped down when she was pulled the hood up. Harry was furious and the visible anger on his face made y/n want to curl up.

"What the fuck is that y/n?" he questioned furiously. "What are you talking about? "y/n replied looking genuinely confused. "The fucking bruise on your wrist” harry snapped, by now he had lost all his patience. No one gets to hurt his lovie.

Y/N was at a loss, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to worry about her but she couldn’t come up with anything to say. “Asher came back, he cornered me and when I tried to go, he grabbed my wrists” she mumbled, playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. She dare not glance his way, afraid of his reaction. After a minute of silence, Y/N glanced at her phone only to find the screen to be blank. Had he hung up on her? She stared at the blank screen of her phone in disbelief. She felt as if she was having an out of body experience. Opening her gallery, she started scrolling through the numerous photos and videos of her and harry. It was at this time that she was grateful with her obsession of taking pictures and photos. A few tears escaped her eyes as she realized how much she missed him and how he probably didn’t want to talk to her ever. Was he going to break up with her? Y/N’s heart clenched at that thought, she put on harry’s playlist on her spotify and laid there.

She must have fallen asleep because she woke up to the sound of pots clanging. Her heart sped up, no one besides her and harry had the key to her apartment and harry wouldn’t-

She threw the blanket covering her aside (which had not been there before) and rushed to the kitchen. And sure enough there he was, her boyfriend, with his back facing her. Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes, he came here for her. Harry turned around to see her standing in the entryway of the kitchen, crying. He reached her in three quick strides, pulling her in a hug. She tightly wrapped her arms around him, fearing he might disappear. Harry pulled back after a few minutes, cupping her face in his hands he gently brushed his thumb over her cheek.

“Gonna properly tell m’what happened now bubs?” he urged. Unable to say anything at that moment Y/N just nodded. Grabbing her hand, Harry led her to the sofa, grabbing her by the waist and seating her on his lap. He patiently waited her to start talking. For a while Y/n just played with his hair, then she took a deep breath and told him everything that happened. She could feel Harry’s grip tightening on her hips, not to the extent that it was painful, when she told him what Asher had said to her.

“M’gonna fuckin’ kill him” Harry cursed when she had finished. “I already did some damage” Y/N told him, smirking as she remembered Asher’s face. Harry looked at her questioningly, “I might have kicked him in the balls and broken his nose and added another kick for good measure” she admitted. Harry grinned, “that’s m’girl” he said proudly, pulling her in for a kiss. They sat like that for a while with Harry telling her about tour and she filled him in with other things that she had forgotten when they had their facetime sessions.

Y/N told him that she wanted to report Asher, in case he ever tried to pull shit like this again. Harry not only told her but also showed her how proud he was of her, how brave she’d been and how much he loved her in multiple ways.

The next day they headed to the dean’s office, where Y/N saw two officers sitting outside. Luckily there were several camera’s in the hallway where Asher had cornered Y/N, so by noon, with all the available proof, she’d gotten a restraining order against Asher. If her were to come within a distance of 6ft with her, he’d serve jail time. As they left the dean’s office, Y/N saw Asher standing , she could feel harry tensing up, so when Asher looked Y/N up and down and smirked, Harry lunged forward punching him in his already swollen nose. Asher yelped in pain, he tried to fight Harry back but by now the officers had restrained him, taking him away.

Back at the apartment, Y/N tended to Harry’s bruised knuckles as she felt a hollowness knowing he’d be leaving soon. By the look on her face, Harry knew what she was thinking about, he took the cotton swab from her hands, placing it on the table before he kissed her.

“I’ll be back soon, it’s only a matter of two months now and by then you’ll graduate and I’ll be done with tour and we can have everyday to ourselves” harry told her, wiggling his eyebrows. She lightly smacked his chest, pressing a small kiss to his lips. “I know, It’s just that sometimes I miss you” she commented. “Only sometimes?” Harry pretended to be offended, “Well a bit more than sometimes” she retorted. “Just a bit more? I miss you so much, it hurts” he admitted. Her shoulders slumped a bit as she pulled him in a hug. “I love you Harry” she whispered and heard him softly whisper I love you too sweetheart.

That evening Y/n drove him to the airport, they knew they couldn’t outside for long so Harry pulled her in a kiss before he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “Promise me you’ll tell me anything that happens, I don’t care if it’s just a paper cut or not. Just don’t hide things from me, If when you need me I'll be there" he blurted. “I promise” she said firmly, showing him she was serious. She didn’t want him to worry but he’d eventually know something was up and it was better to sort things out. He kissed her again before he went in the airport. She stood there until he was no longer in her sight before she sat in her car and started driving off.

Her phone chimed, picking it up she saw that Harry had sent her a image. It was a very poorly drawn graphic of a guy lying on the floor with a crooked nose and blood around him that she assumed was Asher and a girl stood over him wearing a superhero cape. He had written, ‘my hero’. She smiled fondly before sending him a picture of her reaction as she increased the volume of her radio and driving off. Soon.

This is my first time writing a harry fic/blurb. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I’ve turned on the asks (I didn’t know they were off) so you can send in your requests!! Thank you :))

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