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[starshuas]

FALLING OVER YOU

Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.

❧ PAIRING; jeonghan x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, alcohol consumption, drunk reader gets hurt, soft bf jeonghan, light humour, FLUFF

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.7k

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▍12 MARCH 2025

The wedding reception was in full swing. The grand ballroom shimmered under golden chandeliers while laughter and music filled the lively air. You had been drinking since the cocktail hour, taking pleasure in the way the bubbles tickled your throat, and the coolness of alcohol making everything feel lighter and funnier. By the time the dance floor opened, you were undeniably drunk. Happily, recklessly, and joyously so.

And Jeonghan? He stood at a distance, leaning casually against the beverage bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. The ice clinked softly within the glass as he swirled the drink, but his attention was elsewhere.

You.

You were so radiant as you swirled and twirled, laughing with unfiltered joy. Your dress flared with every spin, which messed your hair from the movement, but you didn’t care. Neither did he. You were too caught up in the moment with the bride and your other old school friends, dancing like no one was watching.

But Jeonghan was. He always was.

You looked free. So genuinely happy that it made his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. It wasn’t often you let go like this. You didn’t have a big circle of friends, and sometimes, that quiet loneliness weighed on you more than you admitted.

But here? Here, you shone while being surrounded by familiar faces, old friends who knew pieces of you that Jeonghan didn’t.

When another upbeat song blasted through the speakers, you threw your arms around the bride as you both squealed and jumped in excitement. The way you moved with an energy so infectious and your laugh ringing out over the music, the other guests couldn’t help but be drawn in by your carefree spirit. Some even joined in. You spun too fast, causing your balance to falter for just a second before you recovered with a hearty laugh.

Jeonghan chuckled under his breath while shaking his head.

���Your girl’s having the time of her life,” one of his friends teased as he nudged him with an elbow.

Jeonghan cracked a small smirk, lifting his glass to his lips. “She always does” he responded.

Tonight seemed a little different to him. He saw you drunk before. He saw you let loose and have fun. But this was a bit different.

Maybe it was the nostalgia in the air with the way you clung to the bride like you were sixteen again. Maybe it was the way your smile didn’t wavered all night. Maybe it was just you being unrestrained and absolutely captivating.

And Jeonghan? He was just standing there, watching. And falling a little more in love with you.

When the song ended, you doubled over, breathless with laughter. You gripped the bride’s shoulders for support as you tried not to collapse from the high of it all. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and nonstop dancing. The bride was laughing too, both of you hanging onto each other like teenagers at your first party.

And then, there he was.

You caught sight of your boyfriend leaning casually against the bar with the other guys. He held a drink in one hand, but his eyes were locked on you with that damn smirk. The same one that made your heart skip every time.

Your giddy smile widened impossibly more. You didn’t even think.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the bottom of your dress and hiked it up just enough to free your legs. Then you took off, running towards him like you were in some ridiculous rom-com.

Jeonghan straightened instantly, and his smirk vanished into something closer to alarm as his eyes scanned your legs.

Your heels. Your long, trailing dress.

“Y/n, slow dow—”

Too late.

Your heel caught the fabric, snagging on the hem with perfect, cruel timing.

Everything swayed.

Your body pitched forward as your foot twisted at an unnatural angle. Pain shot up your leg instantly. Your arms flailed out instinctively, but there was nothing to grab, nothing to stop the inevitable.

You crashed to the ground with a hard thud and a sharp, agonising squeal that silenced the space around you.

Jeonghan’s heart slammed into his ribs. The glass slipped from his hand and fell onto the bar top as he bolted forward, pushing past the other guys without apology.

You were already curled into yourself as your hands clutched your ankle. Your face was twisted in pain, and your lips trembled as you tried not to cry.

“Ow, ow, ow!” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the sharp sting started radiating from your ankle up your calf.

The music didn’t stop, and neither did the wedding festivities. Some people nearby gasped while some others laughed, but Jeonghan tuned them all out. His expression was pure panic disguised as calm, the way he always got when he was scared.

“Baby,” he crouched beside you as his hands were already reaching out to check your ankle.

“Are you okay?”

You cracked one eye open, lip wobbling as you tried to play it down. Tried and failed.

“I think my ankle is broken.”

It came out in a pitiful pout, and for a split second, Jeonghan almost smiled at how dramatic it sounded. Almost.

“Let me see.” His tone shifted, lower and more certain now. He gently lifted the bottom of your dress as he bunched it above your knee.

Your ankle was already swelling, flushed an angry red. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, careful not to touch the spot that looked the worst. “It might just be sprained, but we’re not waiting around to find out.”

“I didn’t even run that fast” you said with a slight slur, blinking at him.

“Why were you even running? Have you seen the heels you’re wearing?” he tutted.

“I was excited!” you whined, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “You looked hot standing there.”

He let out a breathy laugh — just a small one — as he slid his arms under you. “You’re so drunk right now.”

“I know” you nodded sagely before gasping. “Hannie! This is so bad. How am I supposed to dance now?”

“You’re not,” he said firmly, not missing a beat. His tone was firm and final, and it made your face fall and bottom lip jut out even further.

“But I love dancing!” you cried, leaning into him as he adjusted you securely in his arms.

“And I love you, but you’re not risking making it worse,” he said, kissing your temple gently as he stood up fully.

You squeaked at the movement and quickly curled into him like a koala, arms locking tightly around his neck and your cheek pressing against his shoulder. The music still pulsed in the background, but none of it mattered now.

“Guess you’re carrying me around like a princess for the rest of the night,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, breathing in the comforting scent of his woodsy cologne.

“Guess I am,” he sighed, smiling despite the situation.

He carefully carried you away from the main crowd and into the quiet hallway just outside the ballroom, slipping through an open door and into a side lounge area that was set up for guests needing a break from the dancing. It was dim and quieter — just the way he needed it to be right now.

Jeonghan was painfully gentle as he lowered you onto the plush velvet sofa, moving as if you were made of glass. You winced as your ankle was settled on a throw pillow. The pressure was minimal but it was still enough to make your toes curl.

He sat beside you, his hand immediately finding yours. “Do you want me to find some ice?” he asked softly, brushing the hair from your face.

You nodded, “please…” your lips trembled.

He was up in a second, vanishing down the hallway like a man on a mission, and returned moments later with a small hotel ice bucket wrapped in napkins. He kneeled in front of you as he gently pressed the makeshift compress against your ankle.

You flinched at first, then sighed at the cool relief. “That’s better,” you breathed, slumping into the sofa with your eyes fluttering closed.

Jeonghan looked up at you, taking in the disheveled mess you were. Hair wild, mascara smudged from the tears you didn't let fall, lipstick faint on your lips after all the drinking and dancing. And still, his heart clenched.

“You know, for someone who can barely walk, you’re still kind of cute,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

You cracked one eye open and smiled lazily. “You think I’m cute even when I’m a drunk disaster?”

He chuckled and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Especially then. You’re very honest when you’re drunk. And a little clingy.”

“A little?” you scoffed. You sat up and immediately threw your arms around him again, clinging to his torso like a sloth.

“You’re lucky I didn’t propose on the dance floor.”

He laughed into your hair. “You kind of did, actually. Right before you tried to sprint in heels.”

You gasped. “No! What did I say?”

“Something about making me yours forever and then calling me ‘Yoon Jeonghan, Lord of Whiskey and My Heart.’”

“I hate me” you buried your face into his shoulder.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “I love you. Every ridiculous, dramatic, beautiful inch of you.”

Your heart fluttered at that. And when you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, his expression softened even more. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw, and then his lips were on yours. Gentle and warm. The kind of kiss that didn’t need to rush, that you were safe here.

You kissed him back with the same quiet intensity, letting your fingers curl into his shirt. “Can we stay here a while?” you asked when you finally pulled back.

“As long as you want.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes lingering on your face like it was the only view that mattered.

A comfortable silence fell between you. He kept the ice pressed to your ankle, and with your head resting on his shoulder, you began to drift.

“Promise me you’ll carry me like this forever,” you mumbled sleepily.

He leaned down and kissed your temple again, arms wrapping around you protectively. “Even when you can walk again, I’ll still carry you if you want me to.”

“I do.”

Jeonghan’s heart skipped at the words — slurred and accidental as they were — and for a moment, he let himself imagine it: the real version.

Loving you wasn’t something he’d ever need to be convinced to do. It was as easy as breathing.

[starshuas]

OFF THE GRID [TEASER]

pairing: f1driver!scoups x ex!femreader

genre: angst, romance, exes to lovers au, childhood bestfriends / neighbours au

description: Part of the Beyond The Grid series. Four-time world champion Choi Seungcheol has spent years at the top with Ferrari, but as the 2025 season drags on, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s not quite where he used to be. The competition is catching up, his team isn't what it used to be, and for the first time, he’s starting to wonder if he’s past his prime. By the time the season winds down, he finds himself back in his hometown, which isn't quite the same either. But the hardest race was never on track, and sooner or later, he’ll have to figure out what comes next.

warnings: strong language, stressful situations, descriptions of car crashes and physical exhaustion, f1 heavy, miscommunication

teaser w/c: 1.3k fic w/c: 46.5k . Part 1 comes out on the 10th!

glossary

a/n: While it is not required to read Lights Out to understand what's going on here, the first half of this fic runs parallel to it. I personally had fun writing the parallels, oh you know, the downfall of one, rise of another. If you've read lights out though, you probably know how this weekend ends, but shush! LMAO. This one's run longer than I expected it to, so it'll be divided into three parts. Again, the glossary helps, so do read it! you can sign up for the taglist here !

ITALY, AUTODROMO NAZIONALE MONZA

Saturday, Qualifying

The roar of the Tifosi is deafening, even from inside the garage.

Seungcheol sits in his cockpit, helmet still on, hands resting lightly on the wheel as the mechanics swarm around his car, making final adjustments. The session clock is still running, but for now, he’s stationary—P3 on the leaderboard, a tenth ahead of Jaehyun.

Outside, Monza is alive.

The Tifosi are everywhere, packed into every inch of the grandstands, a sea of red that stretches as far as the eye can see. Flags whip through the air, massive banners draped across the stands, their messages bold and impossible to miss. Monza is one of the circuits where the grandstands are sold out even during qualifying. There’s something different about this place. Something that doesn’t exist at any other circuit, something even the best drivers struggle to explain. It’s not just the speed, the history, the track itself. It’s this. The weight of expectation. The way Ferrari doesn’t just belong to the team—it belongs to the people. To the thousands in the stands who live for this weekend.

Usually, Monza is Seungcheol’s favourite track. He’s set impressive records here before and the energy of the crowd is always motivating.

Even through the layers of his helmet, his balaclava, and the deafening sounds of the other cars on the track, he hears them chant his name.

At least they haven’t given up on me.

His fingers tighten slightly around the wheel.

He sits in P3 for now. Ahead of Jaehyun, but still behind a Red Bull. A Red Bull on pole.

At Ferrari’s home race.

It’s an insult to their team, a disgrace on their part.

His gaze flickers across the garage, past the blur of engineers watching the monitors, past the mechanics murmuring updates to one another. No one looks at him. Not directly. Not long enough for it to mean anything.

But they’re waiting.

They won’t say it, won’t dare to speak it aloud but he knows what they need from him.

They need him to take back Monza.

They need him to put Ferrari back where it belongs.

Like always. Funny that they need me, now that their new star driver can’t manage to fucking qualify above P5 when it actually matters.

His race engineer's voice cuts through his earpiece, slightly more alert now.

“Track is clear. Sending you out now.”

Seungcheol scoffs, a humorless laugh against the inside of his helmet.

Right. Of course they are.

He presses the clutch paddle, lets the engine roar back to life, and rolls out onto the pit lane.

The television flickers, the glow of the screen casting soft light across the dimly lit living room. You keep the volume as low as possible. Your parents are sleeping, and you wouldn’t want to wake them up because of the commentary at this ungodly hour. 

You hadn’t planned on watching qualifying. It had been a long day and the last thing you needed was to be up at one in the morning, wet hair dripping onto your t-shirt after a bath, on the edge of your seat as you watched your ex-boyfriend qualify for his team’s home race.

You should be asleep, but instead, you sit curled into the corner of your couch, staring at the leaderboard on the screen.

P3 – Choi Seungcheol.

The commentators have been talking about him all session. About how this weekend is crucial, about how Ferrari needs a strong result at their home race. About how Jaehyun is only P5 and how Seungcheol is the only Ferrari in a position to fight for pole.

The pressure is unbearable even from here, thousands of miles away. You can only imagine what it must feel like there, in the cockpit, in that worrying little head of Seungcheol’s.

The camera cuts to the Ferrari garage, to Seungcheol sitting in his car, helmet on, hands loose on the steering wheel as he waits.

Your stomach twists as his engineer’s voice crackles through the radio.

"Track is clear. Sending you out now."

Seungcheol doesn’t respond. Just shifts into gear, rolling out of the garage onto the pit lane.

The commentators barely take a breath before launching into his out-lap analysis.

"This is it, folks. One final shot for Ferrari’s Choi Seungcheol. He’s currently sitting in P3, but can he challenge for pole?"

"He’s had a tough session so far, struggling with the car’s balance, but he’s pulled off magic laps before. Let’s see what he can do."

You exhale slowly, pressing your knuckles against your lips as the camera follows him through the out-lap. He’s weaving aggressively, warming up his tires, testing every movement.

And then, finally—

"Choi Seungcheol begins his final lap."

The screen shows his car flying into a long, sweeping curve, and something tugs at your memory.

"It’s trickier than it looks," Seungcheol had once told you. It was late, the two of you sitting in the dim glow of his kitchen after Monza in 2023. "It’s easy to take it flat-out, but if you misjudge the line by even half a meter, you’re screwed on the exit."

Your breath catches slightly as you watch him now, the Ferrari holding steady, perfectly placed, just like he described.

The timing screen flashes, indicating a purple sector.

The commentators react instantly.

"He’s improving! Seungcheol is on a great lap. Can he challenge for pole?"

Your fingers tighten around the edge of the blanket draped over your legs.

The car flies through the next sector, fast and on the edge. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. It’s pure instinct, the kind that only comes after years of knowing exactly where the limit is.

Purple again.

"He's still gaining! This could be huge for Ferrari!"

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath.

The final corner looms. The moment of truth.

"It’s deceptive," he'd said, "the Parabolica. The biggest mistake is to brake early. If you do, you lose all your momentum. You have to trust the car. Trust yourself."

His Ferrari dives in so late you think for a second that he’s overdone it. But who are you kidding? It's Seungcheol. Seungcheol who would never settle for anything less than a front row at Monza. He knows what he's doing.

As he crosses the finish line, the leaderboard updates.

P2.

The commentators erupt—a front row start for Ferrari. The camera cuts to the grandstands, where thousands of fans in red are screaming his name.

You exhale.

Not pole.

But at least he’s ahead of Jaehyun.

The screen flickers back to the garage. Seungcheol removes his helmet slowly, setting it down beside him. He doesn’t look at anyone, doesn’t react to the pats on his back. His expression is unreadable.

Seungcheol is disappointed. Yes, he's out-qualified Jaehyun. But a Red Bull still sits on pole. Another at P3. His teammate's stuck at P5.

He mentally scoffs, A championship contender, that boy.

It's been a hard weekend for Ferrari this year. The Red Bulls have been fast all weekend. All season, but this weekend matters the most and Seungcheol has a chance. To prove to the team, to prove to himself and to win for the fans. 

He watches as Jaehyun gets out of his cockpit, looking thoroughly frustrated for once. 

Good, Seungcheol thinks. He's not going to be able to fight for the championship always, but if Ferrari has any chance of challenging for the constructors then Jaehyun needs to start doing better. Needs to start being harder on himself. 

As his PR manager approaches him, Seungcheol thinks about what this year's driver’s championship winner would mean. If it’s going to be Haechan, which seems to be the most probable case, then that would mean the downfall of Ferrari again. If Jaehyun won against the odds, it would mean that Seungcheol lost to a teammate for the first time in his career.

Ferrari is going to start asking him to play the team game soon. He's not going to have the choice to deny that. He just hopes it doesn't start tomorrow.

He needs that win.

[starshuas]

Strawberry Sunscreen

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance

description: Seokmin is intent on making this year's valentines day a day to remember and maybe one way to do that is by writing you a song

w/c: 2.6k

a/n: would definitely recommend listening to the song Strawberry Sunscreen by lostboycrow. This is written for the valentines day event by kstrucknet. I know it's late, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways!! unedited

When Seokmin asked you to be his valentine on the 28th of January — way too early in your opinion— you knew he’d done it because he couldn’t hold himself back. The excitement of what he’d prepared for you had been bubbling up for days, maybe even weeks. There was no way he'd wait until valentines week to ask you.

Thinking back to that day makes you giggle as you wait for Seokmin to emerge from your shared bedroom. Still in your dress from dinner, you feel a bit tipsy as you stare at the checkered tablecloth that lays folded on the sofa. We really need to put the clothes in their places, you think to yourself. Usually you’d sigh with such a thought, but today is Valentine’s day, which means that you’ve had good food and you’ve had enough wine to fill you with a fuzzy warmth (not that Seokmin lacks anything in that department) but not enough to send you crying to your pillow like most of the times you drink.

From the shuffling and the muffled bang you hear from your bedroom, you confirm that Seokmin is a little tipsy too. “Seok, are you fine?” You call out, mirth in your voice as you kick off your heels and tuck your feet under yourself. You didn’t notice the cold since you had Seokmin’s blazer on, but now goosebumps rise on your arms and you rub them up and down to warm yourself up. 

Seokmin finally walks out with his guitar in one hand and your pullover (read: your father’s from 10 years ago) that you love to pieces. You gasp, thanking him before pulling it over your head. Seokmin pats down your hair before settling on the couch next to you and begins pretending to tune his guitar.

You eye him curiously, “Are you planning to serenade me?”

“Obviously,” Seokmin grins, but his lips quiver slightly and it makes you melt.

“Are you nervous, Seok?” You coo, “Come on! You’ve sung to me so many times before. And besides, if you’re trying to serenade me, shouldn’t you go and do it outside so that I can come stand at the window?”

He stares at you, a little mortified but fully looking like he was thinking about doing it.

You scoff, hitting him on the arm, “No, you silly. Your voice is amazing but I doubt you’d want to sing on the streets at 11 p.m,” You raise an eye, “Would you?”

“No.” Seokmin admits with a dramatic frown before smiling, “Anyways. I wrote you a song.”

Your jaw drops, heart instantly jumping against your ribcage, “Shut up, you didn’t.”

“Did so,” Seokmin smiles before strumming the strings of his guitar, “I really hope you like it.”

What's your type?

She'll paint a cabinet from the 60s

And find diamonds when she's thrifting

Seokmin could never, ever forget about his first date with you. Well, that’s what you like it to call it but he’s never going to let that be the first date when he hadn’t even asked you out.

The two of you met at a matchmaking / painting workshop thing that your friends had dragged you to. Seokmin knew what he’d been getting into because Soonyoung had practically begged him for weeks to accompany him to it. You, on the other hand, had thought it was just a workshop for upcycling old and antique furniture. 

Seokmin still remembers the pure confusion on your face as you found out the two of you were paired up, turning to your friend and whispering in hushed voices, brows furrowed as you got to know the truth. For a moment, Seokmin had thought you didn’t like the fact that the two of you were together. At first glance, he’d though you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen, in your hand painted dungaree, hair tied up into a ponytail that swayed gently as you skipped around in excitement behind your friend.

But when you walked up to the station he was at, a small smile on your face, Seokmin could swear he’d felt his heart do a little gymnastic warm-up.

You’d introduced yourself to him before asking if the two of you could start picking out what you wanted to paint. Midway through the search, your eyes raking over each and every corner of the store and Seokmin’s completely entranced by you, you’d suggested an idea.

“Hey, why don’t we both pick one piece and then paint it for the other to take home?”

Seokmin’s mouth had opened slightly at this, a little surprised, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not? You only live once, it’ll be fun, come on!”

You had grabbed his hand then, asking if he could pick up a mini cabinet that you’d seen, saying you hoped he had space for it at home. Seokmin now wonders what you would’ve said then if he’d told you that— in that moment, and forever onwards— he’d have space for anything that was you.

He’d picked a vase for you, the same one that now sat on top of your coffee table, the flowers that he gave in the morning neatly arranged inside it. He’d painted it a soft blue before you let it randomly slip that your favourite colour was actually yellow. He’d find out later that it was because you loved everything to do with it. The sun, the honey, the flowers. So he had turned away from you, hiding the vase as he painted a million little suns on it.

The cabinet you picked sat in your shared room, the paint and varnish beginning to chip off. But it was still one of the last things he saw before going to bed and one of the first after getting up and Seokmin wouldn’t have it any other way.

Meet me under the movie screen

I'll kiss your face in the dark

Don't really care if it's too soon to say

But I like the way you pull me apart

The first time Seokmin had kissed you was at a movie night hosted by one of your friends. The two of you had been hanging out a lot, not really putting a name to whatever was going on between you, but he thought that this was a defining step— getting invited as your plus one to an intimate gathering with your friends. 

You’d gone to the old theater in the city, rented out for the night by Jihyo, that was playing a late-night double feature of classic films. The movie was a black-and-white romantic comedy, the kind of film where the couple always found their way to each other by the end. 

One of the things Seokmin liked about you was the way you were never afraid to speak your thoughts. You were completely at ease, occasionally whispering sarcastic comments about the movie, your breath tickling his neck and making him forget how to breathe.

Halfway through the second movie, the screen had flickered, the audio warping for a second before cutting out completely. Confused murmurs rippled through the small crowd as the image froze, the actors’ faces stuck mid-laugh.

Jihyo had groaned somewhere behind you, “I hoped this wouldn’t happen. Sorry, guys! I’ll go find someone to fix it.”

You had turned to Seokmin, eyebrows raised. “Wanna go check it out? We might as well be nosy.”

Seokmin had been wary. He wasn’t usually the daring type. But if he’d learned anything about himself in the past few weeks, it was that he’d do anything you asked him to.

The two of you had slipped out of your seats, ducking through a side door that led behind the screen. The space had been cramped and dimly lit, the glow from the frozen movie scene casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“Honestly, this is kind of creepy,” You had muttered lowly, eyeing the tangled mess of wires and old projectors, “I dream about stuff like this and it usually ends with me dying or something.”

Seokmin had laughed, hands gripping your shoulders as he led you to the only lit projector, “I’ll protect you, don’t worry,” He’d dramatically grunted.

You had rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. “How heroic of you.”

He’d bent down to inspect the projector, pretending to analyze the mess of buttons and wires as if he actually understood any of it. In reality, he’d been hyper-aware of you kneeling beside him, so close your shoulders brushed.

Seokmin’s breath had caught in his throat. He’d glanced sideways, his eyes tracing the curve of your cheek, the slope of your nose, the way your lashes fluttered as you blinked. You were close—too close. He hadn’t meant to stare, but he couldn’t help it.

When you turned, Seokmin had frozen, hearing his heart pounding in his ears. He’d tried to say something casual, something funny, hoping you’d laugh his nervousness off, but his mind had gone blank. 

Wait, no. Not blank. Just empty of any thoughts other than how inviting your lips looked right now. 

He brought his gaze back up to your eyes as soon as he realized he was staring at your lips, but it had been quite obvious that you had noticed.

Your eyes had widened just slightly, but you hadn’t pulled away. If anything, you’d leaned in closer, your breath warm against his cheek.

Seokmin had swallowed hard, every nerve in his body on high alert. He could’ve sworn the world had gone completely silent, the hum of the projector and the confusion of your friends on the other side of the screen fading into nothingness.

He’d leaned in slow, hesitant, giving you ample time to pull away. But you stayed there, eyes shut and waiting for him.

The first touch was soft, delicate, like a question. And then you’d answered, pressing back just enough for Seokmin’s heart to lurch, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady himself, his fingers grazing your arm.

His mind had gone blank—really blank this time, every thought evaporating as he kissed you. You were warm, your lips soft and sweet. He could taste the coke float on your lips, dizzying and addictive. He’d tasted some from your glass too, but god, it seemed to be much better right now.

Seokmin’s hand had moved before he could think, fingers brushing your jaw before curling at the nape of your neck, holding you closer. You’d sighed softly against his lips, and the sound had sent a shiver down his spine.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes fluttering open, Seokmin had just stared at you, trying to catch his breath. He knew he must’ve looked like an idiot—wide-eyed and stunned—but he couldn’t help it. His heart was racing, pulse thrumming in his ears, and all he could think about was how he wanted to kiss you again.

You’d smiled, lips swollen, eyes sparkling in the dim light. “So… did you fix it?” you’d teased, nodding towards the projector.

Seokmin blinked, trying to remember why the two of you were even behind the screen in the first place. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “Uh… yeah,” he finally managed, the word coming out more like a croak. “Fixed it. Totally. We’re… we’re good.”

You’d laughed, gentle and sweet, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before standing up. “Good to know, hero.”

Taste the strawberry sunscreen

Laughing at songs from the 90s

The soft brown light over the kitchen island and the buzzing, harsh orange from the street lights outside were the only sources of light, casting shadows that danced along the walls. It was late, too late for music, but that hadn’t stopped you from blasting some old 90s playlist through the crackling speaker on the counter.

Seokmin leaned against the fridge, arms crossed as he watched you sway to the beat, your hair loose and messy, your bare feet padding softly against the cold tiles. You were singing along, off-key and dramatic, purposely exaggerating the words just to make him laugh.

“Are you just gonna stand there staring, or are you gonna come dance with me?”

You were grinning at him now, arms outstretched as you swayed dramatically to the music. Seokmin couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “This isn’t dancing. You’re just flailing around.”

“All the more reason for you to come and teach me!” You’d gasped.

Much closer to you, Seokmin could smell the strawberry scent of his sunscreen that you would insist on putting on. Even though it was winter now, it would remind you that summer wasn’t so far away.

Seokmin had laughed at that, but now he understood. The scent was intoxicating, sweet and nostalgic, like a memory he didn’t know he had. He’d leaned in, his nose brushing your hair in a way that he knew tickled you. He’d earned a smack on the arm for it, but the tiny tinkling laughter of yours that followed was always, always worth it.

You’d squealed as he spun you around, your laughter echoing off the kitchen walls. The song had changed to something faster and Seokmin had followed your lead, matching your energy as he twirled you under his arm, laughing when you stumbled into his chest. You were breathless, cheeks flushed, eyes bright as you looked up at him. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you panted, a giggle slipping out as you tried to catch your breath.

He grinned, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer. “Takes one to know one.”

“Hey,” you murmured, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you, you know that?”

He’d heard you say it before, so many times, but it still made his chest ache, still made him feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice low and a little shaky. “I know.”

You leaned back, your nose brushing his as your lips curved into a smile. “Good. Just making sure.”

Seokmin had laughed, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too.”

You had kissed him then, soft and slow, your lips warm against his. His hands had tightened around your waist as he fell back slightly, making you smile into his lips. With your hand splayed against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm, he’d thought for the umpteenth time. There was no place he’d rather be.

See what it's like to be loved

When he looks back up at you, strumming the last chord of the song, he’s not surprised to see tears in your eyes.

He sets the guitar aside, a soft smile playing on his lips as he stands and closes the distance between you. His thumbs gently brush the tears from your cheeks, his touch warm and familiar.

“You’re such a sap,” you tease, your voice wobbling as you laugh, swiping at the last of your tears.

You let yourself melt into him, breathing him in, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep into your bones. It’s steady and familiar, grounding you in a way nothing else can.

“Thank you,” you murmur, voice muffled against his chest. “I loved it.”

“Happy Valentines day, honey,” Seokmin smiles into your hair, pressing a little kiss.

You laugh, the sound light and full of joy as you pull away from him for a moment, “Happy Valentines day, indeed.”

And as he pulls you in again, you think that maybe you’ve finally seen what it’s like to be loved.

[starshuas]

KITTY'S GOT CLAWS ₊ spiderman and black cat 𐙚

SYNOPSIS ) ; being a superhero isn't as easy as it seems, and it's even harder when you're notorious supervillain black cat with a past threatening to catch up with you and a pesky spider that won't leave you alone

WC ) — ~8000 words

GENRE ) — a svt spiderman x jujutsu kaisen au (what a mouthful >< ), spiderman!mingyu, blackcat!reader, lots of banter, mild fighting scenes = mentions of blood and injuries !!, fluff with angst if you squint

INCOMING MSG ) — ding ! this is a purely self indulgent fic connecting all of my silly interests >< but i hope it finds a home with some of you guys as well !

MINGYU HESITATES BEFORE BREAKING THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM. 

there’s a stillness in the air only midnight can create after all; none of that grumpy commuting that sounds like impatient honks and trains beeping a warning that the doors will close soon, and none of that bustling joy in the afternoon when highschoolers experience short-lived freedom and workers get off work. there’s only the whistle of the wind, the glow of the moon, and the company shared by two.

spiderman leans back and inhales, drinking in the familiar comfort of night.

“stop that.” you say, breaking the tranquil silence with a soft thud as you land on your feet. sauntering over to his place on the skyscraper, you can’t help but feel on edge at his open vulnerability.

mingyu turns to you and even with the webbed mask you know his lips are curved into a smirk. “stop what?” he asks, as annoying as you remember.

“that.” you gesture vaguely at him sitting on the ledge. one leg dangling over the edge, the other propper up as an armrest, there was really only one word that described him best. “how you’re acting all pretentious. you think you’re a hotshot now just because you got a temporary pass as an avenger?”

“better check where you’re getting your news from because last i heard spiderman is now a permanent addition to the team.” he watches as you huff, stepping closer until you slide onto the lifted ledge too, getting comfortable. “you of all people should know that the morning news isn’t the most credible place to hear about superhero business.”

“oh, don’t patronize me, spider. i have eyes and ears on you everywhere.” the cement is cold through your suit, and you eventually settle for laying down, eyes up to the stars.

looking up at the endless abyss made it easier to delude yourself into thinking you were *only *the black cat, notorious thief and supervillain, rather than a plain jane university student who had a mountain of work to do upon returning home.

robbing the most notorious bank in the city? easy. escaping the biggest prison? piece of cake. fleeing from the strongest superheroes, the strongest police force? all in a day's work, really. but the moment you stripped down from the tight latex suit and adorned your civilian persona again, the faux confidence crumbles around you. the past was easier to forget when you were committing crime and fleeing into the night.

so, the moment you glanced out your window and saw the spiderman symbol illuminated in the night sky, you had rushed out to meet up with him even if you had just been holding a knife to his throat a week ago.

it didn’t matter if you were enemies, it never had and as you basked in the silence his company offered you, you wish it never will. just like how you could slip into your civilian persona, you could just as easily fall back into rhythm with your longtime friend, even if your lives were protected from one another by feeble masks.

“so?” you say to the sky. “what made you drag this kitty out? finally turning to the side of crime and evil, perhaps?”

“is this a personal invitation to come along to one of your famous heists?”

“usually there’s a no pest allowed rule, but i might let it slip if it’s you.”

mingyu laughs, shifting around to sit up. “that’s sweet, cat, but i’ll have to pass. i called you out here because there’s something i need you to do for me."

"if you're asking for a favour, that isn't the right way to go about it."

"i need your help." he tries again.

"you're so close, mingyu. just one more word."

"please?"

this gets you excited, you turn over again, this time resting on your stomach so you can give him your full attention, placing your chin on your palms and kicking your feet in glee. you smile at him through your lashes. “something even the spiderman can’t handle alone? i’m curious, tell me more.”

“i hear curiosity is bad for cats.” spiderman retorts and you scrunch your nose at him in disgust. “but you’re right, i guess i’ll have to tell you what’s going on.”

a second passes before spiderman chuckles, poking your nose. you flinch while he stands up, stretching out his limbs. “but where’s the fun in that?”

your first mistake was allowing your body to relax in his presence. when he reaches out, it’s only your instincts that cause you to roll to your side, leaping to your feet to seek out a counterattack. you lash out hoping for contact but there’s none. when spiderman withdraws his fists, you realize he never intended to hit you.

spiderman holds your whip in your hands.

“what the fuck?”

“if you want this back.” spiderman says. “then you better keep up!”

mingyu turns and runs, leaping off the roof of the building without hearing your response. your reaction was already enough to satisfy him and he lets his glee run loose in a laugh.

you chase after him, after the miraculous sound, clicking your tongue as you begin to pounce from building roof to building, even though you hadn't done your stretches yet. this would certainly come back to bite you the following morning, but in the moment you couldn't help but smile.

"slow down!" you yell over the wind. without your whip, you weren’t able to make the leaps as easily. “you’re cheating, you can sling your webs but i can’t!”

somehow, spiderman hears you. he pauses on the ledge of another skyscraper, this one being a large office block for the jujutsu technology company. turning his back to the drastic drop below, he waits until you slow just a few metres away.

"have you lost your edge?" he taunts, waving your whip in the air. "i swear you were faster than this.”

“cats don’t fly.” you hold out your hand. “and if you’re not careful, spiders might.”

“what does that even mean?”

“i’m going to throw you off this building if you don’t hand that back, spider. you can understand that at the very least, can’t you?”

that stupid mask. you can never gauge his expression beneath it though this time, he doesn’t hide his arrogance at your taunt. he holds your whip up high, lazily spinning it around his finger. “well, aren't you going to grab it?"

you want to laugh at his attempt to make you look pathetic. "spider, you're going to have to do better than that." you say. then, you run at him.

your actions surprise him and he freezes, unsure whether to guard or to remain standing. your arm comes forward and he stretches further up to keep the whip higher, but just before you make a move to grab it, your hands close around the front of his suit.

yanking, you pull him towards you, and then pull yourself off the ledge.

wind rushes past your ear, running through your hair as you fall on your back. the fierce fall almost suffocates the sound of mingyu swearing but it’s loud enough in your ear that you giggle. he manages to whip out his wrist and web an adjacent building, wrapping his other arm around your waist for security. you comfortably lean into his chest, grinning as he fumbles to swing back up.

“i didn’t actually think you’d jump right off!” he curses.

“cats always land on their feet.” you remind him over the wind, leaning in so he can hear. you don’t hesitate to blow into his ear and he jerks away, one hand cupping the side of his face. while he’s temporarily stunned, you yank your whip back into your hands. “i’ll take this back. gross, how did you get it so sweaty already?”

“cute girls make me nervous.” he teases and when you shiver and it isn’t the cold that gives you goosebumps.

"are you flirting with me?" you ask, batting your eyes up at him.

you feel him go rigid against you and through the wind, you hear him say wisely, "uhhhh."

laughing, you squeeze him once before jolting him back to reality. "we're going to hit the ground hard if you don't snap out of it."

spiderman tightens his arm around you as he slings towards a streetlamp, the asphalt road coming closer in focus. he only releases you when he arrives at his stop, the side wall of an alleyway. clearing his throat, he says, "we're here."

you eye the walls, stepping up to peek around one corner and gauge the view. looking up, you gaze up at a large isolated structure on a raised hill and recognise its design on many blueprints you have thrown about in your office. “the going museum? oh spider, you shouldn’t have! how did you know this was going to be my next big hit?”

spiderman’s face scrunches and you have the pleasure of watching his mask wrinkle at his brow. “i’m starting to regret this.”

“didn’t you need my help? to win some, you have to lose some.”

he watches you for a second before sighing. “just make sure i don’t lose too much.”

you nod but give no verbal agreement. sensing this was the furthest you could relent, he lets out another sigh and says, “i need you to help me take something from here.”

“take?” you repeat, slowly.

“steal.”

“good boy.” you grin. “and this thing is?”

spiderman mutters something, rubbing his temples. “a painting. a big one, like, about this big. gold frame, there’s a woman in there somewhere and it looks old, all grays and browns, you know?”

“i knew someone like you would never have an eye for art.”

“that’s why i’m glad to have you here.”

“flattery won’t compensate for your lack of details. there’s probably a million portraits of women in that museum, spider. can’t you offer me a little more? who is the artist, is it well known, what time period exactly is old?” even before you finished your sentence, spiderman was groaning and waving you away.

“trust me.” he says, and it’s funny because you never will. “you’ll know it when you see it.”

your mind whirls as you recall the timely pieces you had reviewed when studying the going museum but truly, his description left much to be desired. you could only bookmark some thoughts on where to look first, hoping that fate would guide you. mingyu gives you no time to come to peace with this thought. he gestures up to the building, to its impressive lights seen from miles away, and, was that a helicopter or two circling the roof? “there’s no point anyway in talking about the painting when we’re not even there yet.”

“you sure you're not turning to a life of crime?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"feeling nervous?" mingyu responds, leaning in close. "if it's something you can't handle, i can always call in someone else."

you push him back. "and for the record, i'm not doing this because you provoked me."

you palm the brick wall and heave yourself up using its shallow ledges. looking down, you see mingyu follow after you, fingertips pressed flat against the brick. once he catches you looking, he peels off one hand and lounges around, tilting his head up at you. you huff, turning away.

show off. 

you flip up the last distance and stand on the roof. “you dropped us off miles away, spider. where’s our ride?”

he climbs up easily and stands before you, arms open wide. if you yanked off his mask, you’re sure to find a wide beam. “right here!”

staring at him, you let time tick by. “where?”

“here!” he gives his arms a little shake. “the flight before was a preview. come on, a little skinship isn’t making you nervous, is it?”

gritting your teeth, you ignore the chill that runs its course through you as you take a step, not a tentative one just a normal, calm, normal step, towards him. this was suddenly much more embarrassing now that you weren’t plummeting from the sky. where did you have your arms around him again?

thankfully, mingyu jumps to help and wraps his arm around your waist first, slotting comfortably against you. awkwardly, you swing an arm around his neck and pretend you can’t feel your own heartbeat thumping dramatically against your ribcage.

“if they spot us, it’s over.” his voice is loud in your ear. “for our reputation, at least. you sure you want to go through with this? i mean, i know i asked you to come but–”

“trust me, nothing will go wrong if you have me around.”

“just like we used to, then?”

“obviously.” you wish he would just go. “can you just go already?”

spiderman flexes his fingers and cranes his neck. peering over his shoulder, he gives you one last look. “quiet as a cat?”

“sneaky as a spider.”

he slings forward and you’re taken right after him, wind blowing through your hair and against your flushed skin. spiderman’s webs find themselves secure against the sides of walls and within the darkness of night, until they begin to scale up the small cluster of trees up the hill. miraculously, nothing seems to touch you or rather, you feel nothing but the warm human touch of his body pressed up against yours, and you have to remind yourself again that he was the enemy.

eventually, he slows to a stop at the outskirts of the museum, where the trees offer just enough protection from the searching lights. you pull yourself from his hold, not even daring to clear your throat and regain composure, instead making quick work of the distance to the entrance and dodging the helicopters as they swept the ground from above.

it was almost child's play, a familiar dance between two people.

if this was the best security the city of shibuya had to offer, it was no wonder theft and crime rates were so high. you couldn't help but feel a growing doubt at mingyu's intentions.

the thought is quickly pushed to the back of your mind as you approach the back door where two guards stands. one yawns, no doubt affected by the late hours of the night.

spiderman crouches beside you. "well?"

"it's two guards, spider. don't tell me you're scared."

"i just thought we should have some fun." he whispers, voice muffled by his mask. he picks a small pebble up off the guard and peg it at one of them. unfortunately, he misses, and it clatters on the ground by their feet.

the security guards perk up at the noise, but it’ll be a while before you lose your touch. leaping forward, you sweep out your feet and catch the security guard on the right. he falls forward, arms flailing about in an attempt to regain balance, though you'll never let him. you swing your leg around and punch the heel of your shoe across his face.

the guard makes a startled sound against the sole of your boots, before falling limp on the guard. perhaps you went soft on him because he slips back into reality, eyes bleary as he eyes his attacker. "you!" he hisses, struggling to get on his feet.

“i've always liked my men a little pathetic.” you wipe the bloodstain beneath his nose tenderly, other hand holding down his chest. "though you're a little too much for me." with a smile, you lift your fish and slam it into his face. this time, the guard truly slips into deep sleep.

turning around, you notice spiderman had finished taking out the other guard, the body thrown into a once perfectly trimmed hedge. mingyu looks up at your words. “pathetic?”

“it's easier to keep them on their toes that way.”

"and him." mingyu starts, pointing to your victim on the guard. "did you leave him alive?"

you roll your eyes. "oh spider, i know you're squeamish. don't worry, he'll wake up just fine, maybe with a black eye or two. i know you don't like corpses."

"my saviour. and what luck!" he gestures to the door. "looks like we've found our way in. ladies first."

you dance around the bodies and pull open the door, letting out a gasp when a flying knife narrowly misses your head.

spiderman points to it, wedged into a crate behind you. "okay, i did not know that was going to happen."

"just close your mouth and follow me."

museums were all the same. dim, quiet, and full of goods just waiting to be relocated. usually, the entrance was followed by a reception desk typically lined with one or two people behind the tables, controlling the flow of guests. during closing hours, the main gate is locked but the same can't be said for the staff-only door.

you pull out the staff pass you swiped from the guard earlier, pressing it against the id pad.

spiderman looks around. "should it be this easy?"

you hush him, stepping through into the exhibitions when it's all clear. "usually, it's leaving that's a bit more difficult. you're less flexible when you're carrying a heavy sculpture or heaving around a giant ornate sword."

he hums, uninterested. "i see."

you push him to the side as a torchlight sweeps the door.

another woman in uniform steps through, flicking the torch back and forth around the entrance.

you press yourself against the corner of the wall, holding your breath to mask your presence.

the guard lowers her head towards her walkie-talkie, speaking lowly to people on the other end. "noise at door 2. it's begun, over."

that ball of doubt in your stomach grows but you're forced to ignore it again when you catch a blur of blue and red whizzing towards the center of the museum. considering he had no experience, you found him incredibly overconfident.

something else catches your eye, something shiny, and you look only to look again. a beautiful cabinet stands off to the side, the glass like a mirror reflecting your wide eyes and slightly agape mouth. inside, suspended around a faux neck, is the most beautiful necklace you've ever seen in your life.

the thin gold chain sparkled in the overhead lighting, the intricate red gem dangling from the front, winking at you. it seemed to whisper, pick me, pick me! and you'd be a fool to not listen. your fingers twitch, edging closer.

peeking over your shoulder, you double check your surroundings and find it desolate. your hands find your glass cutter kept in the toolbelt around your waist, and quickly attach it against the glass. drawing a circle, you open a small hole and reach in, closing your fingers around the elegant jewellery.

it's only when you close your fist around it that you begin to feel guilty.

gentle footsteps sound around the corner and you hastily tuck the necklace into your pocket, putting the small circle of glass back into the display case.

"is someone there?" an unfamiliar voice calls out, and you creep into the dark spots of the museum just as the guard from before steps into view. "hello?"

dumbass, you think. she'd be the first to die in a horror movie.

before you can decide whether to knock her or slip past, fate solves your problem for you. as if the shadows themselves were alive, they begin to creep closer and closer and you watch in suspended wonder as they cling onto the guard’s own shadow. it happens so fast, blink and you’ll surely miss it, because one moment the woman is shining a light down the corridors of the hall and the next, something dark and foul arises from the ground and swallows her up. the abyss closes, and it’s only when the gaping hole seals over once more that you realise it was the mouth of a beast.

it licks its lips before disappearing.

"that's the last of it!" someone calls out cheerfully, voice echoing in the empty museum. "what a workout. humans are always persistent about the most useless things."

from behind the display case, you make out a familiar figure. his blue skin and stitches were difficult features to forget, and it didn't help that you had worked together with hoshi before.

you reevaluated the painting you had come to steal tonight. perhaps it was more important than you had initially assumed.

someone else follows after hoshi. they're of a bigger build with two antlers growing from their head. when they speak, you can't make sense of it.

woozi, you realise, if you even recalled correctly. in the past, working with them had been shrouded in a tense secrecy you didn't dare pierce. as long as good money was made, you never pried into your client's cases though you wish you would have looked into them more considering they had now become your enemy.

"woozi," hoshi was saying. "you're no fun. it's not everyday we get to lounge around and sight see. what do you think of this painting? looks like something even i could do, no?"

the strange language woozi speaks was something you could never decipher.

"don't you remember? he's showing up later. all we have to do is get the cursed painting." something changes in the air and hoshi pauses, turning around.

tension rises, you swear there's something wrong with your heart as it beats against your ribcage, almost beating to completion when his eyes pass over your hiding spot. but even off guard, you won't allow yourself to get caught.

"we're being watched." hoshi says, cheerfully.

you edge backwards slowly, careful not to make a sound.

where on earth did mingyu disappear to?

you find him walking up to the main attraction of the art museum, if the spotlights were anything to go by. seriously, it was like sticking a bright red target on the painting practically taunting anyone to come and steal it.

you tap spiderman on his right shoulder and peek around on his left, though he was already aware of your presence.

"you made it." mingyu says, sparing you a quick glance but his attention is pulled back to the portrait. "what's the situation?"

his cheerful tone is such a contrast to the tense situation from before that you almost laugh. “we’re not alone. it looks like hoshi and woozi also have their eyes on the painting, seriously, how important is this thing anyway that two notorious supervillains are sniffing it out?”

“the guards?” he ignores your question.

“gone. they were all taken out.”

the eye slits on his suit had narrowed slightly when you said their names, but aside from that he made no expression of surprise. "they're early."

"you were expecting them?"

mingyu shrugs and it makes you want to ditch him. "think of them as competition. as long as the painting doesn't end up in their hands, you don't have to worry about anything else."

"you're exploiting me." you hiss. "tell me what's going on."

"some bad guys want this painting and i don't want them to have it. in fact, i want it for myself. it's simple, really."

"i'm a bad guy."

he makes an unsure sound. "i'd say morally ambiguous at best."

it annoys you that he makes you laugh. “i can never really tell what you're thinking, or what face you're making under that mask.”

spiderman lifts the bottom half, revealing a smirk. you hate that you find it attractive. “it’s always smiling at you.”

you look off to your right. "put that away."

he grumbles, pulling down the mask. "yes ma'am."

a noise off in the distance puts you back on guard. "they're coming. sounds like three people. grab the painting and let's get out of here." more footsteps, tap tap taping against the tiled floor. "okay, they've either brought reinforcements or split into a million copies because now there's a lot more headed our way."

"guard the painting."

"sorry?"

you're sure he's grinning as he flips himself up on the ceiling. "don't be, just be ready. we'll take them out before we take the painting."

“saying that like it’ll be that easy?”

you faintly see him tilt his head. “when we’re together, shouldn’t it be?”

nothing leaves your mouth.

“besides, we’ve fought them before and won. it’ll be a piece of cake, what are you worrying for? look, get ready.”

you curse him as he crawls off looking every bit like a spider.

"what a pest." you mumble to yourself, flicking out your whip and latching it around a small curse that throws itself your way. in the distance, you watch as mingyu drops down, landing on the shoulder of a caught off guard woozi.

"black cat." hoshi says, standing before you, drawing your attention back. "who knew we would come face-to-face like this again?"

"i always had a feeling. i never really liked you." you say honestly, flexing the whip between both hands.

his grin is all teeth. "you were great help last time. whatever reward spiderman is offering you, we can offer more."

"not interested." you say.

"don't say i didn't warn you."

his figure suddenly enlarges, fist growing exponentially. there's no time to stand and watch in awe as his fist comes quickly and you roll out of the way, flinging out your whip such that it wraps around his feet. you pull it towards you but he quickly breaks free by shrinking.

his annoying cackling swerves back and forth as he runs around like a little rat.

you kick open the blades attached to your boots, climbing up onto a cabinet to avoid cutting holes in the floor. with your eyes fixated on the small running man, you call out, "spider!"

from behind you, and engaged in his own fight, mingyu slings a glob of web your direction. you crane your head slightly to let it pass you, hitting hoshi and sticking him to the ground.

you're already moving before it makes contact, using your hands to flip forward, slicing a line down hoshi's front as he returns to normal size to wriggle out of the web.

up close, he swings at you, narrowly missing when you throw a punch of your own. hoshi growls, skin already regrowing in a horrific bubbling of flesh and blood. he grabs your leg and twists it uncomfortably, intending to snap it right off to which you twist your entire body to follow his movement and flip him onto the ground.

he doesn't make contact with the floor. he falls into a rabbit, hopping away when your foot comes down again.

"can you stop wriggling around!" not hitting your target several times was starting to get on your nerves.

woozi suddenly flies through the air past you, slamming against the wall and indenting through the scaffolding. spiderman lands to your right. "need help?"

crackling fills the air as woozi stands, picking themself out of the hole and from the debris. one of their horns had been snapped clean and they limped when they took a step forward.

"looks like you're not done just yet." you push spiderman aside just as hoshi creeps up, avoiding his attempt to catch you off guard.

spiderman webs him into woozi before he turns to you. "see? easy."

hoshi grins at you from behind spiderman, but when he doesn’t move, you let out a breath.

quick and simple. just like every other fight with spiderman by your side has ever been. but why was he still smiling?

you nod at mingyu’s words but the inkling that something wasn't right wouldn't go away.

“c’mon, we’ll leave this to the police. i already called them.” he shakes a disposable phone in his hands, disposable so it’s easier to discard in case it comes into someone else’s possession, and pockets it with the glow of victory. “let’s grab that painting and get out of here.”

your eyes never leave hoshi’s and your breath echoes in your head as you focus. what were you missing?

with a start, you quickly survey the museum. "wait, there were more footsteps."

"hm?" mingyu hums, but it's too late.

hundreds of small curses fall from the ceiling, crashing through the glass ceiling with a deafening crack. you swing your whip in an arc above your head to dispel as many as you can, but there's thousands of them, and they cling to you painfully, teeth digging through your latex and deep into your skin.

you let out a fierce growl, backing up from the ceiling but there’s already too much. you attempt to shake them away but their teeth are strong and stubborn and you can only scream in agony as it burns.

"cat!" spiderman slings you to him, wrapping the two of you inside a ball of web. inside, you flick off the ones on you and crouch beside him.

"when we get out of here." you pant. "i'm going to kill you."

mingyu looks as bad as you do. a curse had managed to scratch off part of his mask around his mouth and you watch as a grin grows on his face. "sounds like a date. what, kitty's already out of tricks?"

"i'm always interesting, you know it's true." you flush and hope he doesn't catch it. "but can you focus, spider. you know, this is entirely your fault.”

“my fault?”

“it’s going to be easy.” you mimic in your best imitation of his voice, leaning in. “won’t even last a minute, you won’t even break a sweat. well now that we’ve broken through skin, what do you have to say for yourself?”

his mask stares at you for a moment. after a moment of silence, interrupted only by the hideous cries from the curses and the maniacal laughter from hoshi outside the web bubble, he finally jolts. “no, this is good because now we can talk.”

you narrow your eyes. “we were talking just fine before they showed up.”

spiderman shakes his head. "this superpower belongs to another villain i've been tracking and i had hoped he’ll make an appearance here, today. i don't really know his name but i've seen him from afar. it looks like he's the mastermind behind most of hoshi and woozi's schemes so if we take him down here, it’ll really help lessen the workload these past few weeks. from what i've gathered, he has control over manipulating curses drawn from negative emotions. the bigger the accumulation of negative emotions, the stronger the curse. that painting we’re after? let’s just say the artist was really going through something as they were painting it.”

you store that information in the back of your mind for now. "okay, so what can we do about him?"

"he's watching from somewhere." mingyu points to the ground and begins sketching out the general structure of the museum. "there are two leverage points he could be at. here, up on the far right balcony or here, on the roof. i'll sling up, you take the balcony."

"got it. and the other two?"

"they should be struggling with the web. i loaded it with paralysis gel before we met up. we only have a few minutes; we deal with the big guy, we get the job done." he grins. “easy.”

you ignore his comment and nod, beginning to stand up. "and then we take the painting, you give me compensation for this horrible night and we part ways. got it."

"what compensation?”

without hesitation, you lift your leg and slice through the thick webbing with the knife in your boots, opening up the space. you leap out to avoid the curses that pour in, sparing a glance at the dent in the wall to see hoshi and woozi still crammed under a coating of white string. something shone in hoshi’s eyes, something akin to anticipation.

you throw yourself against the balcony door, and feel it give out against your shoulder. exposed to the open air, you guard yourself with your whip and keep a hand ready by your toolbelt. just as spiderman had warned, there was already a figure standing back to you, near the railings.

something goes off.

not a bomb, not something physical, but you feel it just as painfully. you should have known from the ticking your heartbeat tonight that something was going to go off and it’s here, on the balcony, that it finally detonates.

countdown now gone, your heart stops beating and your fingers grow cold. you almost lose balance on the pole as you gape at the figure.

"wonwoo?"

even as you utter his name, you know it can't be true. you were there when you saw your best friend die, you were there. you saw his lifeless body slumped against the wall of an alleyway, hole through his side, blood, endless blood pouring down his side staining his clothes. his eyes were already dull and gone by the time you had rushed to his side and his skin cold, frozen against your palm as you laid a hand against his face. there was a small smile there despite it all, and damnit, if only you were one second faster, if only you hadn’t been so naive as to leave him to chase after some stupid, low level threat because of your pride, if only you hadn’t thought to show off, if only you had never told him your secret identity, if only–

you saw it all. his couldn't be him.

but still, your grip relaxes and your shoulders slump.

it couldn't be him, but god did you wish it was.

"black cat." wonwoo calls out pleasantly, then after a pause he says your name, your real name, and whatever resistance you might have had disappears entirely. "long time no see."

"wonwoo?" you move your legs, tentatively stepping closer. the shadows lift off his face until you can make out his eyes and they're just as you remembered, gentle and patient. "you're not, you can't be." your words are feeble, threatened to be carried away by the wind.

his smile was so familiar.

your fingers clench into your palm, drawing blood. "you're not him." the pain is real.

"have you forgotten my face in the time we've been apart?"

his voice was so familiar.

"that day, you died. i know you did. i, i couldn't hear your heartbeat anymore." another step closer, until his pupils were clearer. they were the colour you saw haunted on the back of your eyelids every night before you slip into sleep, where they reappear to remind you of your loss once more.

it was so familiar, this had to be him. the pain was real, this couldn’t be a dream.

"you're hurt." wonwoo says. "let me get a closer look at you."

reality hits you with a gasp. "hold on, get back! there's a villain somewhere on this rooftop. you need to get down, wonwoo, i'll help you this time, i’m sorry for leaving you but it won’t happen again, i promise! i don't want to lose you again so, please just listen to me. we can, we can talk about what happened later, i’m sorry, but please, can you just…"

you hurry to where he stands.

the gaping hole of alarm in your stomach is blaring now, having grown through this entire endeavour. something was wrong, it screams at you, but that can't be right. you had no time to decipher its cries, wonwoo was standing before you as you had always dreamed, you needed to concern yourself with this first.

the closer you got, the more light fell onto his face.

it happens all at once, shadows lifting, and you see him in his entirety, stitches and all. something was wrong, but you had no time to come to peace with that conclusion as you watch his kind smile contort to something disgusting, and watch as he gestures upwards.

the curse that raises from the ground swallows you whole.

gas surrounds you immediately and it burns. the tears that fall from your eyes are red and hot, and you gasp painfully as it invades your lungs. harsh, shallow pants escape your mouth.

"wonwoo." you utter, helplessly.

you can't die here.

with effort, you wrench the blades from your shoe and wield them in your hands, digging into the fleshy wall of the curse. you can't tell if the blade ever makes it through to the other side but you keep going anyway, fueled by something that makes you sick.

when you hit something sensitive, the curse gags. the floor under you shifts, and you balance yourself against the slime. you're ejected from the mouth with a sudden rush, landing ungracefully on your side.

you quickly look up. but there's no one there.

"no." your voice cracks against the single, desperate syllable. "no, not again."

the door to the balcony is thrown open. your heart jumps in hope despite yourself, but it's spiderman that stands at the frame.

"cat? what happened to you?" his voice is the gentlest you've ever heard as he bends down to pick you up.

you can't linger on that achievement, your eyes are squeezed shut against the loud static in your ears. "mingyu." you gasp out his name.

he moves instinctively, wrapping his arms around you and you cling to him, breathing heavy.

"what happened?" he repeats into your hair.

"i, i can't tell you." knowing each other's names was one thing, but the two of you had never shared any other personal information. to know would be too intimate, too normal, as if the lives you both led could ever spare something like normalcy. he should never know your weakness lest the two of you became true enemies, and if he knew the origins of your evil doing, the revenge you plan to inflict on the world after they failed your best friend, well, you couldn't stand it if mingyu ever saw you as vulnerable. “the painting, damnit mingyu, what about the painting?”

“it’s fine! the police arrived, the other two are in custody. it’s fine now, it’s fine.”

“wonw–” you stop yourself before finishing your mumble. “the other supervillain, the one you were looking for, where…?”

his arms still. “he’s gone. i saw him leave.”

gone.

despite it, you allow yourself a moment of peace in his arms.

"i'm, sorry for making you come up here?" spiderman’s voice curls at the end as if unsure. “maybe i should have gone instead. i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry.”

you don't say anything.

"can you look at me?"

you pull back, casting your eyes downwards. you gaze was still unsteady, your heartbeat erratic, and the tremble in your fingers wouldn't go away no matter how hard you squeezed them. cold. "it's fine, i just lost composure for a second."

a hallucination, or a superpower that brought out your worst memory. that's all it was.

you shake your heads and the thoughts bang into each other. "did you catch him?"

"no, i told you he escaped."

"and the painting, it's—"

"safe." mingyu tries to meet your eyes. "what did he do to you?"

"it's nothing, mingyu, he just caught me off guard."

"off guard? you're lying on the floor bleeding! and covered in this weird goo..." he lifts his hand and the goo oozes down.

"he had a hallucinogen. or, something, i don't know. i'm just dazed."

"whatever you saw—"

"i know." you try and give him a reassuring smile. "it wasn't real. come on, spider. you think my life has been all sunshine and rainbows? he used my past against me and i wasn't expecting it. rookie mistake, it won't happen again."

"i'm not blaming you." there was a crease between his brows.

"i know, sorry. i'm just out of it still. here, help me up."

he takes your offered arm and pulls you up off the ground. your left side stings from it's impact with the unforgiving floor, but with mingyu aid you're able to make it back inside. he guides you away from the authorities as they remain blissfully unaware that the victory tonight had been largely due to the contribution of their most wanted villain.

you don’t dare to glance back at the balcony. for a moment, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to rob this museum again, knowing what had occurred beyond that door. with a sigh, you seal your experience behind the locked doors in the back of your mind and readjust the latex mask of black cat.

"this painting better create miracles." you grumble under your breath, wiping some goo off your cheek.

mingyu doesn't say anything for a while. the two of you hobble past the hole in the wall and stand before the display case. you finally take a good look at what you had tried so hard to steal.

it was a medieval woman's portrait, someone of high nobility perhaps. crystals shimmered about her head, resting on soft, delicate curls and a pair of vibrant ruby earrings dangled from her ear. necklaces adorned her neck layered one on top of the other and her dress was made of the smoothest silk, falling perfectly against her silhouette. the woman wore a smile as she gazed straight ahead and at nothing at all.

the entire thing sparkled. spiderman could have mentioned that in his description.

that alone would cause it to be a masterpiece worthy of million of dollars, but it was none of these details that drew your attention.

instead, your eyes were captivated by the haphazard stitching that crossed her forehead, so rough in contrast to her delicate beauty.

"i had a friend, my roommate." mingyu was saying. “he passed away a few years ago. i wasn't able to save him despite… being spiderman."

"i'm sorry."

he acknowledges your words with a small smile. "before he died, he was researching something big. he wouldn't tell me what it was, or rather, i don't think i ever asked him. it’s so hard to be present when you have this whole second identity to take of."

you thought of wonwoo and found yourself empathising with mingyu's words.

"he was obsessed with this woman. he believed she was still alive, somehow, despite having been recorded centuries ago. call it a conspiracy theory or a hyperfixation, that’s what i did anyway, but it drew him in and never truly let go. at one point, he told me he had found a lead.” spiderman dropped his head. “i think whatever he found killed him."

"you wanted to understand him." you realise.

he nods. "even if it's too late, i wanted to know what took his life. maybe then i wouldn't blame myself so much." his face falls for a second before he pulls his smile back up. looking down, his gaze is gentle. "look, i don't really know what's going on with you—"

"okay, harsh."

"but." he continues anyway. "you're not alone. we might be enemies on some days, but we're mostly friends, right?"

mingyu’s smile is completely visible due to the ripping of his mask and it quivers when you don’t immediately reply.

maybe this was cruel. maybe you were replacing the void wonwoo left behind with mingyu but if that were true, you can only imagine that he was doing the same with you and his roommate. this vulnerability was never something you wanted to share but in that moment, it was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, so you start laughing. it empties out the ball in your stomach and you lean into spiderman, giggling into your hand. "what the heck, since when have you been this cheesy?"

"i've always been this way." through the cut in his mask, you see he's beaming again. "does this mean you agree?"

"what part of my sentence makes you think that?" your laughter dies down a little, but the comfort you feel doesn't fade. "this woman, do you know who she is?"

mingyu shakes his head. "she was a noble in the 1400s and her lineage still runs strong. i tracked down her bloodline and found this kid. he’s in highschool, you know, i saw him the other day. you wouldn’t be able to miss him with his hair being bright pink and all.”

"and is he just a normal highschooler?" you ask.

"just a normal kid."

you frown. "are you completely sure? what if you missed something, what if it's just a facade?"

"are you concerned for me?"

"after hearing your sob story, i can't pretend like i'm not."

mingyu grins and a silence ensues. then, quietly, as if fearful of breaking the peaceful atmosphere that had settled on the pair of you. "well, you could come check it out with me."

there's something in his tone that makes you raise an eyebrow and snap your head in his direction. he's avoiding your gaze, looking anywhere but at you. "why are you talking like that?" you ask, slowly.

he coughs. "i don't know. it's just, earlier. i asked you out on a date."

you recall your time in his web bubble. "we were in a life or death situation."

"i was serious!" he finally looks down at you. "so? are you free tomorrow?"

the absurdity of it all. of course spiderman would ask something like that here, now. goo covering the two of you, roughed up from a close encounter with someone from your dark pasts, bleeding from one arm, a deep scratch on the other’s cheek, and yet despite all the grievances it was asking you out that made him the most unsure.

you bite your lip to contain your smile but it slips through. you can't help it, not when mingyu was looking at you so uncertain. it was adorable, even. "you're ridiculous. we're superheroes, we don't even know each other!"

"we can *get *to know each other." he doesn't back down. "that still isn't a no, you know."

"i know." you grin. "because it's not a no."

your smile must be contagious because he beams back at you. "okay!” a pause, as if considering. “wow, okay. great, i thought i'd have to bargain a bit but, okay. cool!"

you tilt your head up at him, watching him fluster. "is that all?"

his breath hitches slightly. "uh, what?"

you lean up and press your lips to his in a quick kiss. "it's a date then. you can't go back on it now."

mingyu's mouth fell open. "uhhh."

with a grimace, you reach up and wipe the goo from your mouth. "oh, this stuff does not taste good. don't lick your lips, spider."

he does it anyway, automatically in fact, before frowning too. "damn, you're right."

something dawns on you as mingyu busies himself with wiping the strange substance off his face. somehow, it had even gotten in his hair. frowning, you say, "wait a minute, you called the authorities, right?”

“right. unless you wanted to personally escort hoshi and woozi to prison.”

“what happened to stealing the painting?” you narrow your eyes at him. “i thought that was our plan. how could we steal the painting now that you’ve called the cops?”

mingyu doesn’t speak.

“you never had any intentions of robbing this place, did you? you just wanted me here to hold the villains off and claim the praise all to yourself, didn’t you?” your voice raises and you shove him playfully.

his arm freezes mid action and when he doesn't immediately answer, you know you're right.

"so you lied to me."

"i call it creative misdirection."

"that's lying!"

even as the two of you bicker, there's something still unsettling you. your fingers close around the necklace still in your pocket and feel the indents of the gem. even without looking at it, you can tell it matches the one in the portrait. your fingers catch a small projection off the charm and when you flick it open, a small piece of paper falls into your hand.

your eyes slide to the woman in the painting and for a second, it feels like she's staring back.

[starshuas]

things seventeen take pride in doing for their partners

pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of food, some kissing

author note: hello! i’m alive!! thank you anon for requesting this, and i’m so sorry it took…literally 5 months to write this 😭 i hope you enjoy it though! thank you to my awesome friends who helped me write this <3 (honestly i have no idea where so much for chan came from but extra chan love!!)

masterlist

seungcheol (s.coups) - buying you groceries

⟢ seungcheol is a provider, and he’d love to be the one getting you things, especially if it was something as important as groceries.

⟢ he’d totally just text you for a list, and expect you to just tell him exactly what you wanted—plus later, you’d get a bunch of pictures asking which brand or version you wanted of something to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong thing.

⟢ he’d want to pay for most, if not all of it—but he wants you to be comfortable with what he does, so you could both figure out who’s paying for it (though he’d definitely make sure to pay for the small things at least).

⟢ he has his card (and wads of cash) and he’s not afraid to spend it on you—in fact, he prefers it that way.

⟢ it’s even better when you’re with him, since you can spend time together and do something essential (and perhaps it gives him a glimpse of what’ll come down the line, once you’re both older).

jeonghan - getting you the hot gossip from work

⟢ jeonghan is…honestly, he’d make sure he picks up all the gossip for himself—and for you both to discuss later.

⟢ he wouldn’t be nosy per say…he’d just keep his ears open when there were people around talking, okay? it’s not his fault they’re so loud.

⟢ and of course, he’d retell it to you in such a way that you couldn’t help but be completely immersed in the drama because his manager is dating who?

⟢ there’s multiple lines of gossip that you both follow based on who you’re talking about, and each week there’s at least one debrief session where the two of you sit down on the couch and you just absorb the information he gives you.

⟢ he’s glad to see the different expressions you make, and it makes him happy to see you so interested in something he’s telling you about, even if it’s something horrendous about his co-worker—and then when you snuggle up next to him, ready to fall asleep he gives you a small smile and pats your head in contentment.

jisoo (joshua) - buying you flowers or little trinkets

⟢ i think that while joshua’s love language is more like quality time, he seems like the type of person to also buy you flowers every few weeks—or whenever the flowers he previously got you wilt.

⟢ he’d totally get a bouquet for you and a flower for himself to make sure he knew exactly when to get you some new ones.

⟢ obviously, it’ll be your favourite flowers! or just ones that remind him of you, depending on the week.

⟢ if you’re allergic to flowers, he’d get you chocolate or something else you really like—it doesn’t have to be exclusively flowers :>

⟢ he’d see little deer characters and think it would remind you of him, so he would drop them over at your place so you’d always have a way to remember him! (you’d definitely have a little deer and cinnamoroll collection at home somewhere).

junhui (jun) - cooking for you

⟢ even though jun is busy, he knows you are too, so he makes sure to make dinner for you when you get home.

⟢ he immediately rushes you out of the kitchen when you try to help and shushes your protests.

⟢ he’d beg you to just let him cook for you—unless you really wanted to cook yourself. at that point, he would make sure to be the trustiest assistant chef you’ve ever had, just to make it a little easier.

⟢ he just enjoys seeing you have something he made for you and the smile you give him afterwards always makes it worth it.

⟢ if he’s not there for dinner, he makes sure to leave a packaged meal for you in the fridge, complete with a sweet sticky note telling you to eat well and text him a cat meme when you see it.

⟢ he’d make sure to note down your favourite foods, and try to remake some of the things you’ve liked when you both go out on dates to make you happy—because it makes him happy too.

soonyoung (hoshi) - bringing you snacks when you’re busy

⟢ if soonyoung noticed you hadn’t gotten up to get food or drink water in a while, he would come in himself, giving you a plate of fruit or whichever snack you liked the most with a water bottle to keep by your side as you worked.

⟢ he’d do this even in the late hours, when you were studying for an exam or an important report for work, and give you something sweet as a treat—and a reminder that no matter what happens, he cares.

⟢ if you didn’t mind, he’d just sit with you in the same room and do something else to pass the time so you wouldn’t feel alone.

⟢ if he couldn’t be with you but knew you were working or studying long hours, he’d get food delivered to you—or deliver it to you himself again, showing up on your doorstep later at night, hoping a hug and a good meal will energize you.

wonwoo - fixing all your tech issues

⟢ honestly, this is something he’d be really good at.

⟢ like yes, he’s good at so many other things but as soon as you run into any problem whatsoever, he’d know how to help—even if he did have to watch a youtube tutorial or read a guide for your tv.

⟢ he’d fix his glasses right after he managed to fix that weird glitch where your google results were all in a different language or your phone would keep shutting down on you.

⟢ would definitely guide you through fixing anything if he couldn’t be there, and wake up sleepily to facetime so he could see the problem—his glasses askew and his bed hair on full display.

⟢ wonwoo would be proud to call himself your tech guy, especially if it made you smile—and besides, he’s happy he can help you with any challenges, even if it’s something simple.

jihoon (woozi) - planning surprise dates

⟢ jihoon, honestly, spends a lot of time on his own in the studio, and while you visit, he really knows he needs to get out of his second home sometimes—and a date with you is a good way to do that.

⟢ he’d do it shyly, calling you up to first ask if you were busy, and then ask if you could come meet him at the studio (he…can’t drive, otherwise he would pick you up.)

⟢ it’d be nothing much in his eyes: a stroll at a park nearby, learning something new, going out for dinner—simple things that were better when he did them with you. 

⟢ sometimes he’d just show up at your home with flowers, his face red, since he’d been encouraged by soonyoung to do so and be “more romantic for once!” (or at least, that’s how soonyoung saw it. he didn’t really know about the archive of songs that jihoon had written inspired by you, and you had only seen a few of them anyway.)

⟢ he’d always make sure to look into places where you would be interested so you could go together, and he could watch you be entertained by something you wanted to do—even if it wasn’t something he would do himself. 

seokmin (dokyeom) - notes of encouragement

⟢ seokmin’s the type of person to send long, long texts about how much he loves you and how proud he is of you every so often, especially if you’re busy and he can’t see you as much as he wants to!

⟢ he’d leave little notes around the kitchen after weekly movie night, so that when you wake up the next morning, he can see your reaction when you see his shameless puns on the colourful paper—which are all definitely related to whatever you watched. or you know, dad jokes. one of the two.

⟢ if he ever brought you lunch while you were out, he’d leave a little note telling you to eat well and message him so he knows you’re doing okay!

⟢ he wants to make sure you know you’re loved and when you write your own notes for him, he just about melts, giving you a gentle peck on the forehead and a long hug until you both end up giggling.

mingyu - fixing things around the house

⟢ yes, he may be clumsy but mingyu is always volunteering to build you new furniture or fix things you (or he) has broken.

⟢ every so often, he’ll just scan through the entire house under the pretense of cleaning for you when you’re busy, and creates a mental list of what to do. it’s like he’s trying to sneak around but it doesn’t really work because it’s so obvious where his gaze is.

⟢ he also loves to help you rearrange furniture too! like your own little interior design helper except you only pay him in cuddles on the couch…wherever you two put it.

⟢ would totally text you pictures of furniture if he goes to ikea and asks if you want them so he can just buy them for you (and so you can have a little date at home building whatever it is).

minghao (the8) -  watering your plants / taking care of your pets

⟢ he would show up early at your door, ready to help out if he was available—and something he would always do is take care of your babies (plants and/or pets!)

⟢ he’d water your plants for you, leaving a note to remind you to not do the same later, and hum to them to help them grow faster and stay healthy.

⟢ he’d also make sure to help out with grooming or feeding a pet—whatever you needed so you could focus on yourself first.

⟢ if you don’t have either, well he’d take care of the sleepy you by making sure you get through your morning swiftly and happily.

⟢ he’d be proud of making sure you were alright in the mornings, despite how hard it could be some days.

seungkwan - making sure you’re active

⟢ seungkwan loves to do sports and go on hikes and the such, and i think that he would want you to be with him!

⟢ obviously, he wouldn’t force you to but hey, you do need to stay active, and it’s better if it’s with him than on your own—plus, it’s more fun by his side.

⟢ he would totally buy you matching jackets to go hiking in, and always pick activities that you’re comfortable with doing.

⟢ he lights up every time you would say you’re having fun and would run over and give you a quick kiss before continuing your badminton match.

⟢ once you’re both tired out, it’s time for cuddles on the couch…and maybe a quick cheesy rom-com where you can both make fun of the protagonists.

⟢ eventually, he can see the difference in your strength and stamina, and it reminds him to keep working hard too, because you do the same for him.

hansol (vernon) - remembering you

⟢ hansol is a bit of a forgetful guy but he would never forget you (well, for the most part at least; he still has his moments). 

⟢ you’re brought up casually in most conversations he has simply because you’re so important to him that you can be brought up anytime.

⟢ everything and anything ends up reminding him of you, even if it’s not meant to. he’d tell you about most of them because he loves getting a text back full of love, or a smile on your face as a reply.

⟢ even if you’re not present, he’s always hyping you up without realizing. 

⟢ with you, he’s always sending you cat memes and posts in general saying “us” or “u n me fr” 

⟢ he takes pride in simply knowing you, and having the ability to be around you so much :)

chan (dino) - driving you around

⟢ we’ve all seen the dingo video where chan drives a fan somewhere, right? yeah that’s him on the daily with you.

⟢ you’re his passenger princess !! (gender neutral <3) and he makes sure you know it, always offering you a ride no matter where you need to go!

⟢ the grocery store? your friend’s house? the optometrist? [insert any ridiculous place he doesn’t need to accompany you to]? he’s already waiting for you outside.

⟢ this goes even if you’re fully capable of driving yourself because he knows it can be tiring getting on the road some days, but he’ll always brave the bad traffic if it’s for you. 

⟢ knight in shining armour? no, he’s your knight in a really nice car, one that, in his mind, has your name all over the passenger seat. 

⟢ other than that though, he would offer to take you for a late night drive often, with your choice of music on the aux as he drives you over to a spot he researched about weeks ago because it was the perfect couple spot (at least, that’s what it is according to google).

⟢ he’d have a huge smile on his face every time you waved at him before opening the door and plopping in right next to his side, where he could sneak glances at you while waiting for the light to turn green.

thank you for reading ‎♡ - moon :>

[starshuas]

MY QUEEN IS FINALLY BACK YES OMFG

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pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 505

warnings: none!

author note: hi :) i’m alive !!! just some seokmin fluff but i hope you enjoy reading ‎♡

masterlist

“seokmin, get back here!”

despite your call, your boyfriend continues to speed away from you, clutching his phone close to his chest.

“no! you said you were going to delete everything!” he exclaims back, almost in horror of just the thought of his hard work being gone.

“i didn’t say that!” you huff back, climbing over the couch to get to him faster.

seokmin has been showing you a cute video he got of a puppy the other day (with permission from the owner of course, even if it was awkward to ask) and right before he exited out of his gallery, you saw a familiar face—your face.

you squinted, asking him hesitantly why exactly he had over two hundred pictures of you and he froze up, giving you the perfect opportunity to open up the album of…well, just you.

most of them were ones you’d never seen before, and seokmin almost always showed you the pictures he took of you, even if they were candid—or so you had thought before seeing all of these.

there were some from the trip the two of you took to the beach during the summer, both of your birthdays, and even…yesterday? he took photos of you yesterday?!

you click on the most recent ones, recognizing the back of your body as you walked in front of him on the way back to your place after stopping by the convenience store for ice cream, since seokmin wanted some.

you hadn’t even registered him taking these, and suddenly it made sense why he would be quiet sometimes when you were together, giving you a sweet smile if you asked before changing the topic to something else—he was always taking pictures and saving your time together so he could look back on it.

right now though, seokmin’s pout once you corner him is the only thing on your mind as he looks at you pitifully.

“please…i’m sorry for not telling you about these,” he mutters, looking away once you make eye contact. “i just thought you looked really nice and wanted to remember it, that’s all.”

your heart melts a little as you respond, taking his free hand in yours softly. “i’m not mad at you. i’m just…surprised at how sweet you can still be, despite knowing how you already are.”

seokmin lights up but looks at you shyly. “it’s really not that big of a deal! i’m just glad you like them.”

you giggle and he smiles back at you, kissing you gently on the cheek before sitting back down on the couch, taking your interlocked hand with him so you sit right next to him, like you always have.

“do you wanna see my favourite ones?” he asks, already scanning his phone screen for the ones in his mind, and you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“i would love to.”

the grin you get back makes the rest of your day so much brighter than you thought it would have been, even with seokmin by your side.

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i'm going to turkey !! hehe it's actually my first real overseas trip bc when i went to my home country it was mainly to visit family !

but i'm really excited to see the blue mosque and grand bazaar when i get there !!

also have fun getting hotpot with ur friends !!

HI YENANANANA !!

how are u ml?? how is life !!!

its been soo long since i sent an ask 💔 i missed u 💔💔

AAAAAAA MY DEARESTTT HELLO!!!!!

ive been good 😊 it really has been soooo long since we've last talked omg im so sorry 4 not keeping in touch either 💔💔 how have you been???? has anything interesting happened over the last few months????

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i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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moonrise

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/comfort, established relationship

word count: 564

warnings: the moon is talked about like it’s a sentient being cause i’m sentimental, a forehead kiss, can be read as existential in a way but it doesn’t have to be, Big Promises, there is so much implied in their words that even i can’t figure it out

author note: happy birthday to me :) (this is queued!) to me these still seem like midnight ramblings from a month ago but i hope you enjoy reading nonetheless! this goes hand in hand with sunset but they’re not directly connected, just written with the same things in mind and the same late times

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he stares at you, unsure of what your pensive look means as he says your name, his voice a gentle reminder of him being by your side. 

“you alright?” joshua asks, concern etched into the way his tone shifts to a whisper at the end, blending into the air around you, the window open in his room to let the two of you see the sky clearly.

you turn towards him, and he’s entranced by the way the moonlight shifts on your skin, creating shadows and plateaus on your face he never noticed before.

“the moon is so beautiful,” you say instead, his previous question left to swirl into the breeze that was now picking up.

joshua smiles, shaking his head, and you know it’s him silently agreeing with you.

“it knows so much more than we could ever seek to understand, doesn’t it?” you ask, and his eyebrows furrow at the thought before he nods.

“it’s seen all the emotions that exist in our languages and those left unsaid—rage, resentment, regret…” joshua holds your hand in his as he continues quietly. “love, compassion, and comfort. it knows all these personally, all while never experiencing them itself.”

you hum in agreement, and the two of you go back to staring up at the subject of your musing. 

“i wonder if it ever judges us—if we’re hated for our foolishness and mistakes that it’s seen us repeat for millennia.” 

you let the silent question hang in the air. am i too foolish to be with you?

joshua turns to you once more, squeezing your hand in response before speaking. “eventually, i think it may be proud to see our achievements, the way we continue to love despite our circumstances.” 

no, you never could be.

his shoulder brushes against yours and you sigh, warmth seeping into your arms at first before slowly reaching your neck and your head, and finally manifesting in your temple once he places his lips on your forehead. 

joshua pulls away too quickly, and the sun does not take over the moon as you thought it would while he was pressed against you. 

he smiles softly, bringing his arms around to wrap you in his grasp. maybe the sun has come out, the light on your eyelids too bright to be false as you close them.

you both sigh in unison as he places a hand over the back of your head, shielding the two of you from the breeze. he lets go after a moment to close the window, even though he doesn’t want to move from your side, and leaves flutter in with the scent of jasmine as he sits down beside you once more. 

joshua tries for a wide grin and when you chuckle softly, he knows that it’s alright to hold your hands and whisper as he looks into your eyes. “my love for you will stay with the moon for the next lives we live, even if they are apart.”

you smile softly, your touch holding a thousand promises left unspoken. “our lives will not be without each other, and the moon will stay with us for the moments we are unable to be together.”

joshua’s eyes slide back to the calm surroundings outside the comfort of your company and his shoulders slump down against you, desperately hoping that the moon will keep your foolish wish alive. 

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starry eyes (sparkin' up my darkest nights)

summary. reader is slandered left and right for being a self made woman. cue possessice seungcheol wanting to go public with their relationship. based off of taylor swift's 'call it what you want'

pairing: ceo! c.sc x ceo! fem! reader

genre: fluff, established but secret relationship, hurt comfort, possessive! coups heh

warnings: profanity, misogyny, mentions of strippers, food mentions, lmk if i missed any :)

a/n: here it is... there's plenty more where that came from. also, take a shot every time you read the word reporters lol.

"Y/N of L/N Enterprises caught in yet another scandal! Earned her place or just another Nepo baby?"

another day, another scandal. you heave a sigh and toss your phone aside. not that this was anything new but it wasn't exactly something you wanted to see the second you woke up.

you're interuppted out of your thoughts by your boyfriend pulling you back into bed with him.

"cheol, let go of me! i'm late already! and next thing you know, there's a headline about me being late."

seungcheol looks at you in confusion. why are you yelling at him about getting to work on time at 7am on a sunday?

"darling, first of all, it's 7 am so you have 3 hours till you have to go and also, it's sunday so you don't have work."

you pick up your previously abandoned phone and check the date and sure enough, it's a sunday. you let out a breathless laugh before crawling back into bed. seungcheol just chuckles as he wraps his arms around you.

***

you wake up to your phone going off with notifications. you sit up, still in a haze, and check your phone.

'Former CEO of L/N Enterprises releases statement regarding Ms. Y/N's appointement as CEO : "She's easier than a stripper" and other shocking revelations!'

the headline shocks you so much, you don't even register your phone crashing onto the floor. seungcheol hears the crash and rushes to get to you.

"what happened?! are you okay?!"

you wordlessly pick up your phone and hand it to him, he's confused but reads the headline.

he's positively seething at the absolute bullshit the former ceo of your company has spewed out in the article.

"the fucking audacity of that motherfucker! does he not realise you could sue him and win?! this is defamation and sexual harassment, he could be in jail for yea-"

he's cutoff by a particularly loud sob. he looks away from the phone to see you on the floor, sobbing your heart out.

seungcheol swears he can hear his heart shatter when he takes you into his arms and tells you let it all out.

both of you lose track of how long you sit there, you crying out the frustrations of the past few years and him trying his hardest not to cry. by the time you feel better, your stomach is cramping in hunger.

"cheol, i'm hungry"

seungcheol isn't looking st you, busy ordering food, but he can still feel the whine in your tone and the pout on your face. he just chuckles and tells you he ordered burgers, fries and vanilla milkshakes - your comfort combo. you find yourself wondering what you did in your past life to be with someone as amazing as him. but what he asks you next shocks you harder than the news,

"y/n, do you want to go public with our relationship?"

your initial knee jerk would have been to reject his offer because god forbid his perfect reputation is ruined because of you. but now, you don't think you can take more of this slander against you all alone. so, albeit reluctantly, you say yes to offer.

seungcheol honest to god thinks he heard you wrong when you say yes. the moment he gets the confirmation that you had indeed accepted his offer of going public, he releases a statement from his company's official page and you have to stop yourself from asking him how long he had that statement written and ready.

the next day, you instruct your secretary to organise a press conference to clear up the rumours and do some basic damage control. right before you're about to leave the house, seungcheol stops you at the doorway. you look up at him and see him taking off his necklace. a one-of-a-kind custom piece he had gotten from his mother when he became the head of his company a few years ago. the one which he had mentioned in multiple interviews stating only one other person would have the honour of wearing it - his future wife. he hands it you,

"it's up to you if you wanna wear it as you go in, but i really want to see you wear it when you walk out of there," he says with a soft smile, dimples peeking through.

a few hours later, you step out of your car to flashing cameras nearly blinding you. you regain your footing almost immediately and strut your way into the convention centre.

the absolute silence compared to the chaos outside the venue is a welcome change. you go up to the stage and sit down, mentally preparing yourself for the invasive and disgusting questions you'll have to deal with in the next few hours. you speak into the mic,

"okay, i'm ready. does anyone want to start with the questions?"

a reporter stands up. you take a deep breath and get ready to defend yourself.

"are you engaged to mr. choi seungcheol of choi enterprises?"

wait, what? engaged? where did that question come from?

"i'm sorry, could you elaborate?" is the only thing you can bring yourself to say amidst your confusion.

"your necklace. mr. choi has mentioned it in multiple interviews and press meets, especially about it's significance and the only person allowed to wear it. so, are you engaged to him?"

you chuckle at her extensive explanation and start to speak,

"i would love be engaged to him someday but for now, we're just dating. we've been in a serious relationship for about five years now and i will not be entertaining any further questions about him or my relationship with him. this press meet was organised for the purpose of disspelling malicious rumours about me spread by the former ceo of l/n enterprises. if there are no questions about the same, i will take my leave."

the reporters, clearly affected by your threat, start clamouring for your attention. they start yellling out the questions, most of them wanting to know the same thing,

"are the rumours true?" and "if yes, what action is going to be taken against the former ceo?"

you tell your management to get the conference under control while you think about your answer. the meet comes back under control after a few minutes and you speak into the mic,

"the rumours are all false. i built that company from the ground up with no connections in the industry and my only support being my family and my partner, who later managed to start his own company as well. being a product of nepotism is far out of the question considering my family is from the countryside and none of them could have imagined this level of success from their only daughter. and as for the former ceo, my legal team is currently preparing to file a suit against him for verbal abuse, workplace harassment, sexual harassment, defamation and other violations as well. this is all the information i have been cleared to provide. thank you all for coming and have a nice day."

with that, you walk off the stage. the reporters crowd around you as you leave the venue, bombarding you with more questions about the lawsuit, and even more questions about seungcheol.

you try to avoid answering the questions as much as possible but finally relent, answering to a plethora of questions at once,

"all of you can call it what you want to but if there is one thing i'm sure about in my life, that is seungcheol."

the reporters go quiet all of a sudden. you finally look ahead to see him. seungcheol in nothing but a loose fitiing t-shirt and grey sweatpants, leaning against his car, holding a bouquet of roses, smiling at you.

the press abandons you in favour of questioning him about your relationship, all of which he ignores to give you the flowers and open your door for you.

once you're in the car, he moves to the other side and pushes throught the sea of reporters to get into the driver's seat and honks to get the reporters away from the car, still giving them the silent treatment.

once all of them move far enough, he fastens your seat belt for you and speeds off without a second glance at the people yelling behind him.

you notice that he isn't going towards either of your houses but whatever. if he you to run away with him, you would do so with no objections. after all, he was your lover and you were his.

for more, see the library!

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JOSHUA I Don't Understand But I Luv U @ Caratland 2025

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im good !!

i've just been constantly bombarded with tests lately so it's become hard to catch a break 😔 i DO have an overseas trip for spring break soon so i'm really just trying to keep up until then </3

anything fun going on for u too babes??

HI YENANANANA !!

how are u ml?? how is life !!!

its been soo long since i sent an ask 💔 i missed u 💔💔

AAAAAAA MY DEARESTTT HELLO!!!!!

ive been good 😊 it really has been soooo long since we've last talked omg im so sorry 4 not keeping in touch either 💔💔 how have you been???? has anything interesting happened over the last few months????

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ও wen junhui as your college boyfriend

gn!reader, wc ~500 tags: requested by anon, college au, fluff, crack, est. rs., this is so cute omg i want a college bf!junhui now

he's honestly so adorable no matter what

so u can bet he's the cutest college bf ever too!!

memorised ur wholeee schedule on day one and sends YOU reminders about ur own classes every day

makes a point to eat lunch with u whenever possible

also whenever Not possible too

like he'll come SPRINTING across campus after his class just to have lunch with u if that's what it takes

sue him, he likes spending time with u :(((

he's also thee best comforter during exam season omg!!!

more than willing to stay up all night studying with you if it makes you feel better

he knows how u spiral into panic if you're left on ur own, so the closer it gets to exams, he starts showering u with even MOREE affection than before

and you know he'll be showering u with kisses once exams r FINALLY out of the way as a congratulations 😙

always leaves snacks in your bag and little post-its with cat faces drawn on them to reminder you to drink water bc he KNOWS that you're so bad at taking care of urself when you're fully locked in

"hey junnie, you know you can just text me, right?" / "are you saying you don't like my cat drawings :((" / "whAT NO I WOULD NEVER—"

also just bc he's a broke college student does nawwt mean you'll ever catch him slacking as ur bf !!

gives you little gifts whenever possible, is always showing up at ur dorm with flowers, buys you books + clothes + stationary + groceries + whatever he can to show he cares

one thing he won't do, though, is catch bugs for you.

nuh uh. that is a no-go.

who cares that he's literally 600000x bigger than the spider? the spider is still WAYY scarier than he'll EVER be so he is NOT touching that no thank you.

the two of you stay glued to one corner of the library till ur friend arrives and scares the spider off

but junhui makes up for his bug-related uselessness by being useful in literally every other area of ur life

hungry? he'll cook for you. sick? he'll take care of you. stuck on an essay? he'll help you, even if he's not studying anything remotely related to ur major

he could be in the throes of finishing his dissertation, bags under his eyes and the world on his shoulders but he'll still drop everything to help you

what can he say? he's in love with u.

and what makes it even better is he knows, he knows that you'd do the exact same thing for him too

you're so full of love, so kind and wonderful that he can't help but do all of this in return, just to try and give an ounce of that same love back

it's the least you deserve, he thinks.

(and don't tell anyone, but right after graduation, he's thinking of getting you a promise ring and taking u to visit china with him b4 u go to ur respective internships.)

(and then, further down the line... he's really hoping to marry you one day. you know. because he really does love you a lot. hopefully you love him just as much too.)

fics tags: @jeonginssa @weird-bookworm @minhui896 @slytherinshua @haowrld @belladaises @moonlitskiiies @mirxzii @zozojella @kawennote09 @a-wandering-stay @abibliolife @wonranghaeee @icyminghao @sweet-like-caramel @your-yxnnie @odxrilove @kyeomyun @crackedpumpkin @kellesvt @eightlightstar @onlyyjeonghan @aaniag @starshuas @raevyng @isabellah29 @hrts4hanniehae @mcu-incorrect @dokyeomkyeom @suraandsugar @tulsa24 @melodicrabbit @dokyeomkyeom @hopeless-foolery @aaa-sia

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yes i am doing good !! omg ur so real for that bro my spring beak isn't for three more weeks 😭😭im actually dying out here

👀can't wait to see what u write for lyrnation heheh HAVE FUN ON UR BREAK !!

hello lyr !! how are you <3

omg amelia hello hello!! i'm doing well─made it through the week and ready for spring break!! i hope you're doing well 🤍

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dinito !!

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SIGN ME UP! ; kwon soonyoung

summary after posting boyfriend applications as a joke，you somehow choose the only man who didn’t apply。 starring bsf! soonyoung x f! reader genre fluff，comedy，best friends to lovers，i stole this from an old wip of mine contains studying…☠️ word count 0.4k

from rhin，dedicated to @juyeoz ! alya pls don’t cry i made sure this releases today for u😕🙏

you were kidding. everyone knew you weren’t serious when you posted boyfriend applications on your socials. it started all because your friend suggested boyfriend applications after you were complaining about all your friends having significant others and you were the only one who was still single.

what was serious, though, was the number of messages random boys sent you about the applications. you never bothered to answer because you thought they were all joking at first. however, they kept asking your friends if it was real, convincing you that not everyone knows you’re joking.

“you do know that my applications are fake, right?” you’re confirming with soonyoung, one of your friends, in the library in the middle of a group study session with your other friends.

“okay, wait, so if it’s fake, why did you post it anyway?” he queries, puzzled as to why you did it—to which even you aren’t too sure why.

“it was a joke! everyone knew that—well, not everyone. so many of your friends kept spamming my phone about it, you say as you show him the unread replies from his friends.

he looks at you with a disgusted expression. “(name), you do realize that if men who can’t get a girlfriend see that a single, pretty girl like you jokingly posts boyfriend applications, they’re going to seriously apply.”

“are you guys talking about (name)’s boyfriend applications?” jun asks as he sits next to soonyoung, who nods in response.

a few of your other friends chime in on the conversation. “hey, i heard so many guys were trying to apply,” mingyu brings up. “did you pick any of them?”

you stay silent, pretending to think of an answer, but in reality, you’re looking around your surroundings. all your friends that are studying with you happen to be the friends that have romantic partners. the only ones left are you and soonyoung.

you look at soonyoung, then look down at his hand. grabbing onto it and holding it up, you announced, “soonyoung! he applied,” you lied. your friends began to tease the both of you, calling you two a perfect pair.

“didn’t know i was your boyfriend now?” he whispers, teasing you as well.

“gosh, just play along with it,” you huff, lightly pushing him.

he shrugs. “okay, but instead of playing along with it. what if i actually become your boyfriend? i’ll sign up for that boyfriend application of yours.” he switches from his silly tone to a low voice. “so please, pick me.”

svt masterlist .ᐟ

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not a good time to be wonwoo biased