#spiderman! jisung

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300 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡: 𝙙𝙖𝙮 1 — 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k (phew its been a while since i wrote something this long)

𝙖/𝙣: OMG I FINALLY GET TO POST THIS!! yall i needed a minsung okayyyy i dont ship them IRL but i NEEDED this plot. also as of now, tickletober is put on hold until im able to finish it all and post it all at the same time :3

𝙩/𝙬: ROMANTIC PLOT, read at your own risk! rougher tickles but it remains soft between them, use of gentle restraint, teasing, and mentions of romantic moments

𝒍𝒆𝒆: spiderman! jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Minho had always been the type to go unnoticed, despite his strikingly pretty face. 

His quiet demeanor and cold attitude kept people at a distance, which suited him just fine. 

While others in his class buzzed with the excitement of high school friendships and crushes, Minho remained detached, his heart only warmed by small, random moments.

Then there was Jisung.

Minho first noticed him during chemistry class, a boy with messy hair and a habit of biting his lip when nervous. 

The thing was, Jisung was always nervous around Minho. He would blush furiously whenever they were partnered up, stutter when asking him something, and occasionally knock over a beaker or two in his fluster.

Minho found it…oddly adorable. Not that he’d admit it, but he’d grown a little fond of watching the way Jisung’s face turned bright pink whenever they were close.

But that day, Minho wasn’t thinking of Jisung or himself. He was just walking, thinking, in the middle of the night. 

Until he heard a crash, and three huge, buff dudes decided to approach him, backing him against the wall. 

“Where’s your money?” One asked harshly, and fear gripped Minho as he felt his back hit the wall. He was a student—he couldn’t lose his money. 

Before he could react, the guy grabbed at him, reaching for his bag, but just as panic set in, something—someone—appeared out of nowhere, swooping down in a blur of red and dark blue.

“Whoa, easy there! Hands off the pretty boy, yeah?” A teasing voice called, followed by the unmistakable thwip of web shooters. Within seconds, the robber was stuck to the nearby alley wall, struggling but securely bound in webs.

Minho stood there, wide-eyed and slightly dazed, his heart still hammering in his chest. His savior landed gracefully in front of him, offering an exaggerated bow. "No need to thank me. All in a day's work, saving helpless civilians."

Minho blinked, taking in the familiar red and blue costume. “You’re…Spiderman….”

“Yep, that’s me.” Spiderman said, straightening up with a cocky grin hidden behind his mask. “You alright?”

Minho stared in disbelief. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, his usual cool facade barely intact after the sudden encounter.

“Well, good. You should be more careful, walking around here alone. Cute guys like you attract all kinds of trouble.” There was a teasing lilt to Spiderman’s voice that made Minho bristle slightly. 

“Maybe next time we can hang out when you’re not about to get mugged.” Spiderman tilted his head playfully. “Got a number?”

Minho paused, his usual reservations kicking in, but something about the situation—the thrill of being saved, the strange charm of Spiderman—made him relent. “Fine. Give me your phone.”

Spiderman handed it over, and Minho quickly punched in his number before handing it back.

“Nice. I’ll be sure to text you if I save you again~” Spiderman teased.

“Don’t get cocky,” Minho muttered, watching as Spiderman grinned behind his mask and disappeared into the night.

Minho recounted everything that had just occurred with a disbelieving laugh. Did I just befriend Spiderman? And why is he shorter than me? 

Returning to his college the next day, Minho sincerely hoped Jisung had made progress on the chemistry project. He knew he was pretty pre-occupied last night. 

He walked up and sat next to the boy, watching his chubby cheeks turn pink as they always did, just as Han wished him a good morning, biting his lower lip and holding out his lab book sweetly; He had done half of the experiment already. 

Minho smiled gently down at him, taking the book from Sung’s shaky hands and reading through the data, all handwritten in Jisung’s neat scrawl. 

“Wow, good job, Jisung! I can’t believe you managed to do all of this in a day.” Min grinned at the smaller boy, who smiled a crinkly, adorable smile that made Minho oddly want to grab his face and kiss him senseless. 

“T-Thank you…” Jisung smiled shyly, ears turning the same shade of pink as his cheeks. God, he’s so endearing. 

After working hard on the project and suffering through every experiment part, Minho was finally done. 

“Good job, Hannie.” He knew he had to be gentle with Jisung; Just cause he wasn’t  popular doesn’t mean the sweet, nerdy, extremely smart Sungie wasn’t shy. 

“Thank you.” Jisung smiled shyly again. 

Minho got home to the dorms, pulling his phone out just to see a message: 

Spidey: Meet me on the roof in 5 >:)

God, not the roof. Minho had a horrible fear of heights. He knew Spiderman didn’t know that, though. 

Reaching for the doorknob, Minho braced himself as he stepped out, just to look down and feel fear immediately spike through his system. 

The ground below felt impossibly far away, the edge of the roof suddenly far too close. Minho froze, fingers tightening on the doorknob. 

His heart pounded in his chest, breath quickening as a wave of dizziness hit him. His knees gave out slightly, and before he realized it, he was practically crumpled at the door, clinging to the knob like a lifeline. Holy shit holy shit holy shit—

“Minho?” 

Spidey’s voice was soft, a teasing lilt barely audible over the sound of Minho’s ragged breathing. Minho squeezed his eyes shut, his knuckles white as he gripped the door behind him.

“I—I don’t think I can move…” He admitted in a shaky whisper, his breaths coming too fast now, shallow and desperate.

“Hey, I’m sorry…I didn’t know you were scared.” Spiderman’s voice was gentle, and Minho could feel a warm, gloved hand cover his. 

“I won’t let you fall, I promise.”

Minho’s breath hitched, but the warmth of Spidey’s hands steadied him. He forced his eyes open, meeting the masked gaze of the here as he pulled him upright, keeping a strong arm around his waist.

“Look at me—” Spidey said, his voice close now, almost soothing as it cut through Minho’s rising panic. “Even if you fall, I’ll catch you. You’re safe. I’ve got you, okay?”

Slowly, Minho nodded, clutching Spidey’s arm as they approached the ledge. When they finally stopped, Minho dared to glance down and saw the view before him—the city lights glittering like stars, stretching far into the distance. 

The sight was stunning, but his legs still felt weak, the ground far below pulling at him with an unsettling gravity.

But he knew that Spidey wouldn’t let him fall. Speaking of Spiderman, he was rambling animatedly to Minho. “See? Isn’t it so pretty?” 

Minho took another breath, steadying himself as his eyes roamed the view. Now that the panic was fading, he had to admit, it was pretty. The city spread out like a glittering web, each light flickering like tiny stars in the dark. He exhaled softly. 

“Yeah… it’s nice.”

“I—Oh…I-I’m sorry!!” Jisung gasped, knocking over a test tube as he dumped his books on the table with a tiny whimper and took a seat next to Minho. He was late, Min noticed. 

And he was wearing a long sleeved tee…it was really hot outside. Minho’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t say anything. 

Then, while Jisung was writing in his lab book, Min noticed a deep cut on his wrist, the skin red and bruised, and he wanted to ask what had happened, but the bell rang and Sungie seemed very intent on getting out of Min’s way. 

Minho met up with Spidey on the roof, giggling and laughing at funny stories and smiling as Spiderman continued his random antics. 

Minho found himself enjoying every moment, every minuscule thing he did with the red and blue decked superhero. It took all his worries away, and he knew that not much could do that. 

Spidey stopped rambling and winced, holding his wrist. 

“What’s wrong?” Minho asked gently, and the hero shook his head. “I got cut today morning, I was fighting a villain. It hurts, but I guess it’ll be okay.”  

Minho noticed the placement of the cut seemed very…familiar? Like he’d already seen it that day, and he racked his mind for any clue as to why an ice-cold realization was one thought away from occurring. 

Minho’s mind slowly began to create some connections between Jisung and Spiderman. It was probably his brain making stuff up…but he found the two really similar. 

They were both the same height, and he could tell Spidey’s cheeks were just as soft. He knew he would’ve thought that Jisung was Spiderman way earlier…If it weren’t for some differing factors. 

For example, Jisung gets shy almost immediately. He’s barely able to even hold a conversation with Minho, becoming flustered so quickly. 

And his clumsiness. 

Minho, noticing that Spidey and Sungie seemed to have the same cut in the same placement, but he had previously attributed Jisung’s little accident to his clumsiness. 

Jisung tripped often, often over his own feet, and his hands were naturally shaky and even his adorably thin, gold-framed glasses couldn’t save himself from his own tripping and falling. 

Minho thought for a little while longer, and for some reason, although everything fit, he was just unable to believe that the shy, cute,  blushing boy from his chemistry class was a web-shooting superhero. 

But it all clicked. 

The next day, Jisung stumbled into the class, hair tousled, late as normal, and he seemed to notice Minho staring holes into his head. “D-Do you need something, hyung?” He set his things down beside Minho. 

Minho shook his head, remaining silent. The teasing, confident spider he had been meeting on the roof was really shy, clumsy, sweet Jisung from chemistry. Minho almost couldn’t believe it. 

The second class was over, Minho was grabbing Jisung’s wrist, forcing him into the janitor’s closet and almost laughing at the flustered squeak he earned in response. 

“Hyung…what—” Jisung’s voice wobbled, his wide eyes darting around the tiny space as he blinked in confusion.

Minho pressed a finger to Jisung’s lips, grinning down at him. “You didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you, Spiderman?”

Jisung froze, his face paling before turning a shade of red that rivaled his suit. “W-What—?!” Adorable. 

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Minho teased, his voice low as he leaned in closer. “I know who you are now. Spiderman~” he whispered the name with a teasing lilt, watching as Jisung squirmed, trying to hide his flushed face behind his hands.

Sungie looked like he wanted to say more, his mouth opening and closing in shock and fear. “H-How?!” 

“Your wrist? You have a cut, Sung.” Minho deadpanned, and he startled at the sight of tears gathering in Jisung’s lashline. 

“Minho—Hyung…you can’t tell anyone! Okay?!” Jisung seemed stressed, his eyes widening as he made his point clear. 

“Sungie…of course I won’t. You don’t have to worry.” Minho smiled gently, cupping Jisung’s cheeks and waiting for the poor boy to calm down. 

“I-I didn’t think you’d find out…I tried to hide the cut, but I guess it didn’t work…” Hannie muttered, and Minho grinned. “You’re so confident and strong in your suit, but you’re so shy and clumsy here, Peter Han.” 

Jisung groaned, his entire face turning an even deeper shade of red as he covered his face again. “Oh my god...”

Minho chuckled softly, stepping closer until he was practically towering over the shorter boy. “You’re so tiny. And so cute~” he teased, poking Jisung lightly in the side.

Jisung whined as Minho leaned in, face inches away. “I bet you’re so cute blushing…so adorable~” 

“Hyung!” Jisung squealed. 

Jisung stumbled out of the storage closet, almost dropping half of his books, face bright red and lips swollen, Minho following with a grin, half of his lip tint wiped clean off. 

“Bye, Sungie!~” Minho laughed, smiling fondly as Jisung raced down the hallway with a blushing squeak, his face bright red and his cheeks looking even chubbier than usual. 

Minho waited at the roof, smiling as a certain red and blue superhero flipped and landed gracefully, squeaking as Minho pinned him against the wall immediately, yanking his mask off of his head. 

Min smiled fondly at the sight of Sungie’s messy hair and his adrenaline-flushed cheeks. 

Jisung, clearly caught off guard, took a step back—only to stumble over his own feet. He yelped, nearly losing his balance. But before he could fall, Minho’s hands shot out, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back upright.

“Careful, Spidey~” Minho teased, his grip firm and steady around Jisung’s waist. He grinned as Jisung squirmed in his arms, clearly embarrassed. “Can’t have my hero tripping over himself now, can I?” He pulled them so Jisung’s chest was flush against his. 

Without warning, Minho pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Wha—No! Minho!” Jisung groaned in mortification, hands flying to cover his face as Minho burst into laughter. “You’re the worst!” 

“And you’re cute,” Minho shot back, still grinning. He took a step closer, gently tapping Jisung’s chin to get him to look up. 

“Stopp…I’m not cute—!” 

“Are you kidding me?” Minho cut him off, tilting Jisung’s head slightly as he inspected him, his tone turning soft but serious. “You’re literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Your face is adorable.”

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, but Minho wasn’t done. “You’ve got this tiny mole right here.” Minho pointed out, tapping the small mole on Jisung’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss it since the first time I saw you.”

Jisung squeaked at that, his eyes widening in disbelief. “W-What?!”

“And your hair.” Minho continued, running his fingers through Jisung’s tousled locks. “It’s always a mess, but it’s so soft. You look like a tiny baby bird.”

Jisung let out an embarrassed whimper, trying and failing to hide his face as Minho kept hold of him, the teasing grin never leaving his lips. “Minho, s-stop…”

“And don’t even get me started on your body…” Minho said, pulling back just enough to look at Jisung’s small, slender frame. “You’re so tiny. How is someone this tiny supposed to be Spiderman?”

Jisungie groaned and hid his face against Min’s chest with a flustered whine, and Minho had an idea to cause some extra mischief. 

For a moment, neither of them spoke, content to just be in each other’s arms. The night air was cool, but Minho felt nothing but warmth with Jisung in his arms, the quiet moment feeling far more intimate than all the teasing that had come before.

Minho prodded Jisung’s side once. And just like that, the intimate energy was gone. 

“S-Stohop!!” Hannie smacked his hand away, but the tickle monster within Minho had woken up, and he was hungry. 

With a playful smirk, Minho snatched Jisung’s web shooter, and playfully stuck his wrists above his head with a speed Jisung’s couldn’t even comprehend, pressing them agaisnt the wall, causing Jisung to gasp in surprise. 

"You really think I’m gonna stop now, Sungie?" Minho asked, his voice dripping with amusement as placed Jisung’s web shooter back, and Jisung was trapped there, completely at his mercy. 

Minho stepped closer, leaning in so their faces were inches apart. Jisung held his breath, anticipation swirling in his stomach. But instead of a kiss, Minho’s fingers wiggled mischievously as they found their way to Jisung’s sides.

“Minho, don’t you dare—” Jisung began, but before he could finish, Minho’s fingers descended, spidering along Jisung’s sides with a devilish precision. Poor Sungie’s body jolted at the touch, a squeal escaping his lips as he arched his back, legs kicking out frantically behind Minho’s back.

“NONONO—Hyuhuhuhung nohohohoho!! THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!!” Sungie shrieked, eyes slitting as his heart-shaped smile appeared, stretching his chubby, pink cheeks. 

Jisung could feel his spider-sense going absolutely wild in his head, his body jolting at every touch as his spider suit allowed Minho access to every spot and detail along his skin uninterrupted. 

It drove Sungie mad, unable to squirm away due to the strength of his own webs as Minhi moved to his ribs next, grabbing his rib-cage with his hands and kneading in mercilessly. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASEE!!” Jisung tried to squirm, tried to wiggle free, but Minho had him firmly pinned, his legs helplessly flailing as his laughter grew louder, sweeter, more frantic. 

His cheeks flushed a deep pink, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he gasped for air between giggles. “WAHAHAHAIT!! Wahahahait wait a sehehehecond—!!”

“Oh, wait? I don’t think so~” Minho cooed, his fingers suddenly pinching at Jisung’s sides, moving up to the tender area just beneath his ribs. “I’ve got you tied up all cute like this, baby. No running now.”

Sungie squealed, his spider-sense telling him to squirm to the right, then the left, and then the right again, but neither way provided any relief for poor, ticklish Sung. It certainly wasn’t helping that his sense was heightened and made everything that much more ticklish. 

“Look at you, Sungie~” Minho purred, leaning in closer, fingers now dancing across Jisung’s lower side belly, a spot that always made him lose control. 

“So squirmy… so helpless. You love this, don’t you?” Minho’s teasing voice made Jisung blush even harder, his mind whirling as he tried to keep up with the relentless tickling.

“NOHOHOHO!! Nahahahha dohohohon’t!!” Jisung laughed, eyes crinkling in joy just as Minho had an idea.

Moving his fingers to the web design on Sungie’s suit, he traced along the pattern all the way along his chest and sides, pulling the sweeter, frantic giggles as Jisung thrashed side to side to escape the ticklish sensation. 

Jisung threw his head back, a wide, helpless grin taking over his face as he squealed loudly, his laughter filling the silence in the area. “I CAHAHAHAN’T!! YOUHUHURE SO MEHEHEHEAN!!”

Minho only grinned wider, his heart practically bursting with affection as he watched his Sungie fall apart under his fingers. “Going crazy, huh? But I haven’t even gotten to the good spots yet~” Minho teased, his fingers suddenly moving higher, targeting Jisung’s underarms and causing him to shriek in surprise.

“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH!! Plehehehease leehhehet gohohoho!!” Jisung’s voice was tinged with frustration as Minho had him exactly where he wanted him, helpless to his tickling hands. 

Minho kept his fingers exactly where they were, curling around his underarms, moving to a sensitive spot right underneath, opening and closing his fingers in that same, maddening motion that had poor Hannie squealing out, kicking as Minho laughed along with him. 

“MIHIHINHOOOO!! AHAHASTOHOHOHAHAHA!!” Jisung screamed, frustration lacing through his movements as he struggles as hard as he could before giving in, limp against the wall as Minho’s tickling fingers continued to dance along his ticklish skin. 

After what felt like eternity, Minho finally ripped off the web, smiling as Jisung stumbled, his senses fried to the tickling. 

Minho slowed to let Jisung catch his breath, smiling as Sungie melted into his waiting arms, head pressed into his shoulder and wet cheek squished against his neck.  

He gently wrapped his arms around Jisung, his hands circling Han’s tiny waist. 

“You’re so mehehean…” Jisung whined, and Minho laughed gently. “Stay over tonight, baby.”

Minho stirred in the early morning light, soft rain tapping gently against the windowpane, the rhythmic sound lulling him further into a peaceful daze. 

The world outside was wrapped in the gray softness of a rainy day, clouds casting a gentle, cool glow through the bedroom. Minho blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, and as he turned his head, his breath hitched at the sight next to him.

Jisung was fast asleep, curled up against Minho’s side, his soft, steady breaths the only sound in the quiet room. His delicate features were utterly peaceful, lips slightly parted in a tiny, innocent pout as he snuggled closer in his sleep. He looked so small, so fragile, and yet so perfectly content.

Minho's eyes drifted to the shirt Jisung was wearing—his shirt. It was far too big for him, swallowing his tiny frame, with the sleeves hanging loosely past his fingertips. Below, Jisung was wearing shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem of the oversized shirt, making him look even tinier, as if he had tried to hide in Minho’s clothes.

Minho couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his heart swelling as he watched Jisung shift in his sleep. Jisung’s tiny body curled further into Minho, letting out the softest little squeak as he nuzzled his face into Minho’s chest. 

The sound was so innocent, so vulnerable, that it made Minho’s chest ache with affection.

He didn’t want to wake him, didn’t want to disturb the precious serenity of the moment. Jisung, still fast asleep, let out another soft squeak, his brows furrowing slightly as he shifted again, pressing impossibly closer into Minho’s warmth.

He tightened his arm around Jisung’s waist, careful not to wake him, but unable to resist the urge to pull him closer. As Jisung nestled further into his chest with a contented sigh, Minho knew, without a doubt, that he had fallen in love all over again.

He also knew that no matter what, when he was there, his Hannie was always home. 

[fluffylino]

Slow Down Bugboy

you're watching the news when you hear someone outside your window. is it a burgler? is it a ghost? oh wait, its spiderman?!

-contains soft themes (some injuries)

heavily inspired by that one scene from the amazing spiderman.

jisung is so spider coded🕸❤️‍🩹

enjoy~

keyboard clacking while you glued your eyes to the laptop screen. trying to make sense of the words and phrases you needed to write for an english assignment.

for some reason, you just couldn't focus.

maybe it was because jisung hadn't texted you since afternoon. glancing up at the clock to see it was an hour past 10pm.

your eyes now plastered onto the tv screen. the news flashing vividly. headlines popping up one after the other.

<Spider Man was seen fighting the giant reptilian>

<Who is this SpiderMan?>

the news anchor only raised more questions. dwelling into the details of this commotion.

you had mixed opinions on this so called 'man', who shoots webs out of his wrists. you'd rather call him

'weird insect man who crawls up buildings'.

was he a hero? i mean, he seemed like one. do you think you'd ever want to come face to face with him?

maybe? spiderman seemed chill.

anyways jisung!

right. where the hell was he?!

<ji, are you alive?>

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<message me rn>

.

<are you okay? just mssg me if you're okay>

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<JISUNG. HAN JISUNG>

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looking away from your phone. you gulped down the lump in your throat.

was he accidently caught in the whole 'lizard incident' at the school...?

you didn't want to lose your friend. your bestfriend.

<i love you man, please tell me you're fine...>

"spiderman please...im really begging you to protect him if he's hurt" praying under your breath. heart pumping slower than usual while you took deep breaths.

the smell of your mom cooking a late night snack downstairs travelled up to your room. on any other occasion you wouldve eaten like a hog. but right now, you couldn't.

knock knock

soft thud

body taking a screenshot in fright. someone's outside your window. with how dark it is at this time of the night and only the moonlight, you think its a burgler.

That is until you see the silhoette of a masked man. the suit he wears is webbed, with colours of dark blue and red.

knock.

this time he presses his palm flat onto the glass, body slumping.

you throw your laptop on the bed, running to slam your door shut before making your way to the window.

"s-spiderman?" you mumble under your breath.

gasping as the man falls right into your arms. legs still dangling out. a catch a whiff of perfume that instantly makes your brain shortcircuit.

raising an arm to help him get the mask off. the mop of hair gives away his identity.

"sung..."

"han jisung! what the fuck happened to you?!" you exclaim, heart dropping when he rests his head on your shoulder. limply trying to hold onto you.

"i'm...uh s-shit" he mutters, grunting as you hold him up.

he plops onto the couch with a pained groan. you stand there dumbly. too much was happening. 

A heavy scent of blood filling the air. quickly shutting the window before kneeling down by his side.

"are you okay? what happened ji...please tell me"

cupping his face. his eyes widening briefly. shakily bringing his hand up to hold your wrist.

"lizard man VS bugboy...i hurt him more than he h-hurt me..."

even in this state, he finds the time to joke. laughing weakly until he notices the pain in your eyes. not just from seeing him bleed but also from the fact that you weren't aware that he was THE spiderman.

"i'm sorry for coming uninvited...t-there was no where else i'd feel safe"

jisung whispers, nuzzling his cheek apologetically into the warmth of your palm. you can't control your body or your thoughts.

carefully pushing his damp hair away from his eyes. theres a small cut over the bridge of his nose. his bottom lip is busted harshly. he's sweating as you caress him.

clean up his wounds. yes.

right now, what mattered most was stopping the bleeding.

"where are you going..." his voice trails off. puppy like eyes locked onto every little movement.

"sit up....as much as you can"

a soaked towel and disinfectant in your hands. jisung does sit up quietly. its surprising.

"baby it r-really hurts...mh" the boy whispers, staring at you with slight fear.

'baby' was a nickname he often used. but right now, it made your heart do a summersalt. without asking, he begins to take the suit off.

revealing his battered torso. bruises and cuts from the 'battle' he was in.

silence fills the room, apart from the soft hisses leaving his mouth.

hands weakly grabbing at your wrists to pry your hands away from the slash across his abdomen.  stomach muscles rhythmically tightening in discomfort everytime you applied a layer of medicine.

without much thought, you inch closer. feeling his heavy breath right next to your ear. along with a choked out grunt.

lifting your head up slowly, only to meet his gaze.

"i'm sorry for s-showing up like...this"

jisung whispers, scooching closer. your noses nearly touching. lips grazing against eachothers. you hum. far too out of it, to even get mad at him.

knowing he was spiderman put you at peace. knowing that he was safe was all that mattered.

injuries or not, you would take care of him regardless.

"say its okay" he whines softly, pressing his lips innocently onto yours. its too gentle to even be considered a kiss. you can't stop the grin that grows on your face.

realising how much your acceptance of him, mattered to him. sucking in a sharp breath when you peck him with more feeling. the subtle tangy taste of blood flooding your senses. his lip was still sensitive.

butterflies erupting in your stomach when he gently cradles the base of your neck. pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

"easy there bugboy..."

you tease, not letting him have his way. revelling in the toothy grin he lets out. laughing against you.

"i'm not going anywhere"

you reassure, threading your fingers through his hair. moving into his embrace.

"i want chocolate." he blurts out in a hushed tone.

"what-"

pecking you once more. and another time until he doesn't pull away. kissing you slow and passionately. pouring all his emotions out.

maybe spiderman wasn't so bad afterall...

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teehee

[hanjisunglover]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓

content: rom-com, heroes and vigilant, love triangle into a poly relationship, delicate topics (su!cide), bad jokes (yo mama jokes).

pairing: 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 han jisung x 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 lee minho x f!reader

summary: You never forgot the antihero, deadpool, for taking your father away from you. You never forgot the hero, spiderman, to save your life from an attempt suicide. You forgive, but never forget.

author notes! ta-da! new mini series with my minsung ^^ can't wait to share with y'all the amazing result of this, some infos before y'all start. Deadpool doesn't have cancer, his face is not ruined due the experiments.

001. MUST BE FUNNY IN THE RICH MEN'S WORLD

002. 9 MM - CASSETTE EDITION

003. PRISON FOR LIFE

TAGLIST: CLOSED. @binnies-binna @ihrtlix @yeahsspider @p0eticjust1c3 @manuosorioh @hanjsquokka @boi-bi-ahaha @im-sinking-in-mud @weareapackofstrays @dprkbyn @cupidcures @i2nsstuff @xtegannoelx @lyramundana @catiuskaa @felinows @5starluvr @kpopsstuffs @xxstrayland @tiapatito202278ok

STARTED: 01.11.24

FINISHED: 04.07.24

#forgive but never forget series

© hanjisunglover, jan 2024. all rights reserved.

[eunse0k1]

spiderhan and minho jane ❤️🖤

[leebittymoodboards]

Stray Kids Moodboards

Marvel AU

Han X Spiderman

┄┄ ︰ ┄୨୧┄ ︰ ┄┄

Bangchan | LeeKnow | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[edenalieth]

A SPIDER-HAN STORY...

Words: 742 words, spiderverse!au Song rec: Sunflower by Post Malone & Swae Lee

A.N: hello hello! im back into my spiderverse era lately and who would be better than the han peter himself for a short story ? hope you will enjoy it! more is coming (hopefully...) soon :), maybe my very first full length jisung fic... who knows... — 240401

His limbs felt sore after his last fight. Massaging his left arm, he checked his body, looking for any important damage. Physical and material ones. He had been a bother for Mr.Stark… Endangering him because of his clumsiness. Thankfully, his mentor had more experience, knew how to keep his composure and perfectly controlled his equipment. However, the silent treatment the youngest had received couldn’t be mistaken. Mr.Stark was mad at him.

Jisung sighed loudly, pacing the rooftop of a building, as the scenes of the fight kept looping in his mind. Every single mistakes he had made were becoming clear and he couldn’t help but think that he had been fucking stupid to do such things. He just wanted to impress his role model, prove him that he was worth of his trust and that he could help on a bigger scale. Not just run after simple thieves or rescue Mrs.Yoon’s cat from a bad fall. He sighed again, head between his hands, fingers entangled in his hair. He looked at his mask, already torn here and there. Was he enough to call himself a hero ? A mix of guilt and shame was compressing his chest, the raging buzz of the city under making his head spin, his breathing getting quicker and chaotic. He couldn’t even hear himself think anymore. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, fighting the urge to punch onto something, anything. He had to calm down. Grabbing his crossbody bag, he threw it over his chest and shoulders and pulled down his mask. He checked that everything was correctly settled before putting his headphone over his covered ears. Deep breath. The downtown kept growling, like a beast, hidden by the high walls of the buildings and skyscrapers which were looking like claws. Again, his legs started to move. His steps were echoing on the asphalt. Faster, he thought to himself, pushing his muscles into their limits, his small strides turning into sprint. Soon, his feet met the edge of the roof, a swift jump over it, his eyes being dazzled by the tremendous city lights. He opened his arms, diving into the void beneath him. His fingers met the button on the side of his headphone, turning on the noise cancelling feature, finally finding peace. He shut his eyes close, enjoying the sensation he once feared which now felt like his only escape from his amazing yet stressful life as Spider-Man. When he began his late night strolls, he wasn’t going too far nor too high, yet unsure of his web shooters and of the distance separating him from the walls and ground. Not long after, it became his routine, his haven. 

Air was molding around him, like a blanket. He only opened his eyes when his spidey-sense warned him to do so. Smoothly, he shot a web on the nearest wall and started to swing from building to building. Jumping, letting himself free fall for a bit, clinging on a window, keep going. He even found himself chuckling while doing so. What a thrill… His relaxing time was cut short when he felt something buzzing inside his bag. Right after, he opened it and grabbed his phone, not noticing that several things were falling along the way… The screen softly lit up. A picture of him, his best friend Seungmin and you, appearing on it. He had three miss called. Two of his aunt and one from you. That was kind of rare and his heart skipped a beat. It was useless trying to deny the fact that he had a longtime crush on you. You became friends the second year of high school, creating a fine trio with Seungmin. Since then, you had never stopped to amaze him by your mind and beauty. In a blink of an eye, he perched himself on the fence of some emergency stairs and tapped on your name. Few ringtones. 

- You’re finally calling me back ! What took you so long ? Anyway, just wa-

His ears were welcomed by the soft tone of your voice despite your fake annoyed state. He was smiling to himself, holding his phone tenderly, swaying his feet in the air. Maybe one day he would be able to confess to you, to tell you all about this, to make you come along his little strolls. However, for that wish to become true, he had to be worthy of the title named: hero.

[holocenestatelines]

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ.

[jupitersnewmoon]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han?

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han? - Minsung Spiderman/College AU

ଳ Jisung likes to think he's very good at keeping his identity a secret but Minho can recognize that waist anywhere.

ଳ chapter 4 - Someone Call An Exorcist

ଳ cw - depictions of v!olence, swearing, gays being gays, Jisung is kind of a stalker, light angst because I'm a wuss, hurt/comfort, no smut... unless, a little corny, minsung, changlix, hyunbin

ଳ Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

When Minho opened his eyes he was greeted with the sound of Hyunjin whisper yelling something incoherent in the kitchen and the smell of something burning. He figured his two roommates were trying to make him something akin to breakfast in bed due to yesterday's events but as to be expected, it didn’t seem to be going very well. 

Minho has always gotten on his friends asses for their proper use of the terms ‘baking’ and ‘cooking’ because if Felix texts him he’s baking something Minho will impatiently wait all day for whatever masterpiece Felix will pull out of the oven. But if Felix says he’s cooking something he’ll have the fire department on speed dial and amazon open and ready to buy whatever kitchen supplies he destroys in the process. It’s almost comical the way Felix is so extraordinary at baking but the second you take away the oven and flour all his common sense seems to disappear along with the ingredients. 

Minho can poke fun at Felix’s lack of cooking skills all he wants but he knows that he’s gonna eat whatever burnt monstrosity comes through his door. Felix will ask how it is and Minho will lie through his teeth and tell him it’s the best thing he’s ever had. Not because he’s scared he’ll hurt Felix’s feelings but because Felix took the time to make it. Because Felix cares enough about him to try and cheer him up after he had a hard day. Minho will eat it all and love it because it’s Felix.

As if on cue Minho hears knocking at his door. 

“Come in,” Minho says raspily sitting up in his bed.

Hyunjin enters first with a look on his face that tells Minho all he needs to know about how their little cooking adventure went. Felix follows in after with the breakfast tray in hand and a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

“We know you had a rough day yesterday, so we thought we’d make you some breakfast in bed!” Felix beams walking over to Minho’s bed.

Minho looks down at the tray and see’s what seems to be a sunny side up egg that turned into more of a scrambled one, hash browns that are more black then brown, and french toast that's so soggy he’s pretty sure they forgot to cook it after they soaked it.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers looking up at Felix with watery eyes.

Felix’s smile somehow grows even brighter and Minho has to fight the urge not to squint. Felix sets the tray in Minho’s lap and pats his head.

“We’re gonna head to school in a little, think you’re feeling up to it?” Hyunjin questions as he walks over to the other side of Minho’s bed.

School had not crossed Minho’s mind since he left it yesterday and the thought of sitting through a lecture actually sounded the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Well maybe not worse than that mechanical squidward coming back to finish the job, but it was a close second. 

“Ah, I don’t think so-” Minho starts but is interrupted by Felix letting out a loud and dramatic gasp.

“OH MY GOD WHAT'S THAT!?” Felix squeals as he runs up to Minho’s window.

Hyunjin and Minho watch in curiosity as Felix climbs up on the desk that sits directly in front of Minho’s window. Felix slides it open and hangs his body slightly outside the window to grab something. Hyunjin gasps and runs to hold Felix’s waist to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance and fall out. 

Due to the two bodies covering up most of the window Minho is unable to see what Felix was trying to reach. He feels a small pit in his stomach start to form as he thinks about what it could possibly be. Had that deranged man come in the middle of the night and left something on his window as some sort of warning? 

What was probably only ten seconds felt like hours as Felix struggled to reach whatever he saw. Minho could vaguely hear the sound of Hyunjin nagging Felix to be more careful but everything sounded so distorted as his mind raced coming up with worst case scenarios. 

After a few more grueling seconds Felix made a sound of victory and made his way back inside. Felix didn’t bother getting off the desk as he examined whatever he had found. He had his back turned towards Minho who was still in bed so he was unable to see.

Hyunjin peaked his head over Felix’s shoulder to get a look at what Felix was holding. The two boys were silent for a moment until they slowly turned their heads to look at each other.

Minho held his breath awaiting the worst when he heard probably the most ear piercing screech come out of both the boys. Minho winced as the two boys started making incoherent noises in a pitch only dogs could hear. Felix playfully smacked Hyunjins arm as they continued with their high pitch squeals. Minho, still having not seen what was on the window, started to grow impatient.

“Are you guys gonna show me what you found or are you just trying to piss off every dog on the block?” Minho questioned as he looked between the two boys.

Minho knew he’d regret asking right after he said it.

They both turned their heads toward Minho and adorned evil smirks. Minho raised his eyebrows and shifted slightly at their unsettling gaze.

“Actually scratch that, I no longer want to know,” Minho said as he side eyed the two before looking down at his breakfast. 

 “Oh so should we just throw away this note from Spider-Man?” Hyunjin asked innocently.

Minho, who had just picked up his fork, stopped completely in his tracks. He turned his head to look at Hyunjin so fast he’s pretty sure he heard it crack.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Minho warned as he eyed Hyunjin trying to figure out if he was lying or not. 

“We’re not lying but hey if you don’t want it we can always just toss it back out the window,” Felix replied nonchalantly as he held the sticky note outside the window. 

Scientists and priests around the world still are unsure how Sonic himself managed to possess Minho in that moment as he launched off the bed at record speed and damn near dove out of the window to grab the note. 

Hyunjin threw his head back and laughed hysterically while Felix yelped in surprise as Minho basically teleported from his bed to on top of the desk in a flash. Minho yanked the sticky note from Felix and gently cradled it in his hands as if it were his first born.

All that was on the note was a drawing of Spider-Man’s head with a little heart next to it. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and for the first time Minho finally truly understands what they mean. On the outside Minho probably looked almost bored by the contents of the note but on the inside he was kicking his feet, twirling his hair, and squealing like a damn schoolgirl. 

Unfortunately for him, Hyunjin and Felix knew him well enough to look at his ears to see his true reaction. What they found were his ears turning an almost comical shade of red. 

Hyunjin and Felix squealed again at their friends’ reaction and started teasing the older. 

“Oh my god Min you’re so whipped it’s adorable!” Hyunjin teases.

“Awee you’re getting all red you must really like him Min that’s so cute!” Felix coo’s.

Minho doesn’t have it in him to bite back at his friends like he usually would. All he can think about is how Spider-Man checked up on him last night to ensure he was safe. Minho wondered if it was a little pathetic to be this affected by a sticky note with just two little doodles on it but he couldn’t stop the butterflies from swirling inside him like a tornado. 

“Hold on, we should frame this!” Felix says hopping off the desk and running out of the room. 

Hyunjin and Minho chuckle when they hear Felix rummaging through boxes trying to find a suitable frame for something so small. While Felix is distracted Hyunjin takes this opportunity to talk to Minho.

“So how are you feeling, like actually feeling?” Hyunjin questions resting a comforting hand on Minho’s shoulder.

“I don’t know honestly. It feels like some weird dream I had but the fear of that evil Hrank wannabe coming back to finish what he started is what’s really getting to me.” Minho answers honestly.

“Hmm yeah I could see-, wait who the fuck is Hank?” Hyunjin asks.

“You know, the octopus from Finding Dory,” Minho answers matter of factly.

“Okay, respect, anyways, I think you should probably take today to just rest. Sure you didn’t receive any physical injuries but the mental effect this can have on someone is no joke. Also don’t feel like you have to fight this alone, you know Felix and I are always here for you. Whether that’s to listen to you talk, sleep in our rooms, or even make you barely edible breakfast. There’s still police patrolling the block and I’m sure Spider-Man is somewhere nearby. And of course if you want me to stay with you today I would be more than happy too. Please just take care of yourself and let us know how you’re feeling. We want to be there for you.”.

“Thank you Jinnie, seriously. But you’re not getting out of class that easily, I’ll be okay here by myself,” Minho says with a small smile as he squeezes Hyunjin’s knee. 

“Worth a shot,” Hyunjin sighs and squeezes Minho’s shoulder comfortingly. 

Hyunjin knows Minho took what he said to heart without him having to say it. Minho wasn’t a man of many words but they’re close enough to understand each other without needing to speak. 

Felix bursts back into the room with a small picture frame in hand and slightly out of breath.

“It took me a while to find one that was close enough to its size but I figured we could just put a piece of paper behind it or something to fill the empty space!” Felix explains excitedly while he approaches his two friends. 

Minho and Hyunjin watch with fond smiles as Felix places the sticky note and a similarly colored piece of paper gently into the frame. With the way Felix is handling the note you would think it’s worth millions of dollars and to Minho it is. Not only is it the first tangible thing he’s ever received from Spider-Man it’s also a confirmation that he’s staying true to his promise. Spider-Man is keeping him safe. 

After Felix is happy with the placement he secures the frame and holds it up to show his friends like he’s a young boy who’s showing his parents his first ever art project. 

“Thank you Lix, where should we put it?” Minho asks, indulging the younger.

Felix hums to himself deep in thought as he scans over Minho’s room. Hyunjin and Minho chuckle to themselves at how serious Felix is taking this. 

Felix’s eyes light up as he sees Minho’s bedside table. Felix skips over to the table and places the frame down and positions it to face in the direction of Minho’s bed.

“There! Now it will be the last thing you see before you fall asleep and the first thing you see when you wake up!” Felix exclaimed very clearly proud of himself.

Hyunjin laughs while Minho’s ears start to turn red again.

“Don’t worry Min, I’m sure soon you’ll have the real thing to wake up to every morning,” Hyunjin teases while he hops off the desk.

Felix laughs this time while Minho swats at the back of Hyunjins head. Hyunjin ducks out of the way and sticks his tongue out at Minho.

Minho grabs some of the tissues that were on his desk and starts running toward Hyunjin. Hyunjin lets out a high pitched scream as he turns around and bolts out of the room. Minho stays hot on his heels as Felix is curled up on the floor laughing hysterically at the two. After a few minutes of chasing each other around the apartment Minho grabs hold of Hyunjin and wrestles him onto the floor in the hallway.

“FELIX SAVE ME!” Hyunjin yells thrashing around trying to get out of Minho’s grip. 

Felix walks out of Minho’s room hunched over and clutching his stomach still laughing. 

Hyunjin is laid out on his back while Minho straddles his abdomen. Minho uses his thighs to keep Hyunjins arms strapped to his sides and unable to properly fight back. 

“WAIT MINHO STOP THIS ISN’T YOU!” Felix yells in between laughs.

Minho raises the hand he’s holding the tissues with and gets ready to shove them in Hyunjins mouth. Before Minho can seek his revenge he’s interrupted by someone faking a cough from across the hall.

All three boys turn their heads and see Chan, Changbin, and Jeongin standing across the hall looking between the boys with amused smiles. 

Chan and Changbin are leaning on opposing walls with their arms crossed while Jeongin stands between them. 

“Hope we’re not interrupting,” Changbin says, smirking at the three boys.

While Minho is distracted Hyunjin uses his chance to throw the older off of him. Minho lands on his side with a huff as Hyunjin scrambles to his feet. Felix is holding back a laugh as a blush creeps across Hyunjin’s face at Changbin’s suggestive tone. Minho rolls over to face the other three boys and props the side of his head on his hand.

“So harassing Hyunjin at school wasn’t enough you've resorted to breaking and entering Binnie?” Minho innocently asks Changbin.

It’s now Changbin’s turn to blush and he turns his head towards the floor.

“No, we just wanted to check up on you and we ran into Jeongin outside and he said he had a key so he let us in,” Changbin pouts quietly. 

Felix can no longer contain his laugh due to Changbin’s expression and the rest of the boys join in. 

Once the laughter starts to die down, Chan pushes himself off the wall and walks to where Minho is still on his side. He squats down and scans his eyes over Minho’s body.

“Like what you see?” Minho teases. 

Chan just chuckles at him and pats his head.

“How are you feeling?” Chan questions softly.

“Good, for the most part,” Minho replies with a sigh.

“Well if you ever need or want to talk about anything you know I’m always here,” Chan assures him with a soft smile.

“Thanks old man,” Minho teases with an equally soft smile.

“You wanna go through another traumatic event?” Chan warns with the most menacing glare he can muster up. It doesn’t scare Minho though, he can see the smile Chan’s trying to fight back. 

Minho and the others laugh at Chan’s “threat” as Changbin joins the two on the ground. 

“So what was it like being saved by Spider-Man?” Changbin asks.

Minho doesn’t see the way Chan sends an actual warning glare to Changbin as he’s too busy trying to fight the redness threatening to overtake his ears again. Jeongin perks up at the mention of Spider-Man and joins the boys huddled up around Minho.

“What was it like web swinging!?” Jeongin questions excitedly. 

“Were Spider-Man’s arms comfortable?” Changbin teases as he notices Minho getting redder by the second. 

“Awe look! Min’s almost as red as Spider-Man’s suit,” Jeongin teases as he ruffles Minho’s hair. 

Minho sends Jeongin a look so deadly the poor boy's soul nearly left his body. He leapt up from his spot by Minho with a tiny yelp and ran to cower behind Hyunjin. Hyunjin wraps his arms around Jeongin and pushes his head into his chest while he sways the boy back and forth. 

“Leave my baby alone,” Hyunjin pleads dramatically. 

“Tell your baby to shut his mouth before he finds out what happens to you when you say something stupid,” Minho threatened unseriously. 

Hyunjin and Jeongin both dramatically shivered at Minho’s empty threat. Minho was about to get up and chase the two until Changbin put the back of his hand on Minho’s cheek and smirked evilly at him.

“I don’t know Min, the kids got a point. Why are you turning so red? Don’t tell me you got a thing for the little bug boy?” Changbin asked tauntingly. 

Chan lightly smacked the back of Changbins head and tsked at him. 

“Okay that’s enough if we don’t get a move on we’re all gonna be late let’s go,” Chan ordered the group.

Chan and Changbin stood up while Hyunjin very reluctantly let Jeongin, who was at this point gasping for air from the older’s tight hold, go. Chan was about to walk back down the hall when he noticed Minho still sitting on the floor.

“You coming?” Chan asked as he reached his hand out for Minho to use.

Minho gratefully used Chan as leverage to stand as he moaned and groaned the whole way up.

“Pft, yeah and I’m the old man,” Chan muttered under his breath.

“This conversation is so not over,” Changbin whispered from behind Minho who jumped at the younger's sudden presence. 

Hyunjin giggled at his friends banter as he grabbed Minho’s shoulder and turned them both to walk towards Minho’s room. 

“Come on old man, let's get you back to bed,” Hyunjin joked.

The other four boys turned to look at the two as they made their way further down the hall. Sensing their stares Hyunjin looked back and spoke again.

“Minho’s not going to school today, he’s gonna take it easy. Don’t ask if he wants someone to stay with him, I already tried that.” 

Minho turned around but before he could expose Hyunjin for just wanting to skip class he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. A little startled, he looked down and found Jeongin wrapped tightly around his torso. It took a second to click but once it did Minho reciprocated the hug and smiled. 

“Stay safe Min,” Jeongin murmured into Minho’s chest.

“You know, since I won’t be at practice today, someone's going to need to fill in for me,” Minho says, slightly pulling away from the younger to look in his eyes.

Jeongin looks at Minho with widened eyes and tilts his head questioningly. 

“Someone’s gonna need to hold those losers accountable and well Jinnie and Felix are kind of soft captains so how’d you like to be one of the captains today? Hold down the fort until I get back?” Minho proposed. 

“I, uh, me? You want me to be a captain while you’re gone?” Jeongin asks in disbelief.

“I don’t think there's anyone better,” Minho stated truthfully. 

Despite Jeongin being one of the newer members of the dance team no one could deny the boy’s raw talent. He had a way of grasping everyone in the room's attention on and off stage. Not to mention he was far more mature than half the team. Minho saw himself in Jeongin and knew the boy was going to go on to do great things. He meant every word he said when he told Jeongin that there was no one better to fill his role even for just a day. Jeongin was always the first one to offer help to anyone who needed it just like Minho. He spends hours in the studio perfecting routines alongside Minho. He could be strict or gentle when needed just like Minho. Damn, maybe Jeongin was Minho’s kid. 

“Yes, yes, yes of course, I’d love to! I promise I won’t let you down!” Jeongin exclaimed excitedly, letting Minho go to give a salute.

“I know you won’t,” Minho replied, giving a small salute in return. 

Jeongin turned around and skipped down the hall excitedly towards the others. The other three boys laughed at how Jeongin was practically bouncing off the walls with joy. 

“See ya Min, call us if you need anything!” Chan says as the four boys continue their way to the door. 

“Even if it’s just to fluff your pillow or something, we’re always here for you!” Felix adds.

“Later bug lover try not to get kidnapped!” Changbin ribbed while Chan smacked the back of his head again. 

Changbin let out a dramatic groan and held the back of his head and whined. Before he could complain Felix interrupted. 

“Oh by the way, where's Sungie?” Felix questioned Chan.

“Ah he stayed up super late last night to finish something and was super exhausted today. He’s been working hard recently so we didn’t push him to go today,” Chan half lied. 

“He isn’t overworking himself right? Actually why am I asking you, you think pushing yourself to the brink of death is normal when it comes to projects,” Felix sighs.

‘Hey I’m not that bad!” Chan defends.

The three boys stare at him with unamused faces and Chan sighs. 

“He’s fine really, it’s just been a lot of late nights. We agreed it would be best if he caught up on some sleep,” Chan half lied again.

“What kind of projects is he working on so late in the night?” Jeongin questions.

“Oh well apparently he’s a stripper,” Changbin says trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“WHAT!?” Felix all but screams as they round the corner and get farther away from Minho and Hyunjin.

The two boys laugh as they head into Minho’s room.

“Alright old man hop back in bed, it's time to rest,” Hyunjin says, lifting the forgotten breakfast off of Minho’s bed so he can lay down comfortably in it. 

Minho rolls his eyes but still gets in his bed and waits for Hyunjin to pull the covers over him to tuck him in. Hyunjin sets down the breakfast on Minho’s side table before he tucks Minho in. After Minho is secured Hyunjin cups Minho’s cheeks and kisses his forehead. 

“Remember if you ever need anything we’re just a call away,” Hyunjin says while he smooths out Minho’s hair. 

Minho just nods his head and enjoys the comforting touch.

“We’ll see you when we get back. Your delicious breakfast is cold now and I know that’s absolutely heartbreaking because it probably would’ve been the best thing you have ever tasted but make sure you eat something today.”.

Minho nods his head again and sinks further into his bed. Hyunjin pats Minho’s head one last time before leaving his room and shutting the door softly. 

Minho lays in bed for about half an hour after his friends leave before he hears his cats start meowing. He realizes he hasn’t fed them yet this morning and begrudgingly untucks himself from his bed and heads towards the living room. 

By the time he starts dishing out their portions the cats have decided to act like they hadn’t been fed in weeks. They start meowing so loud Minho’s afraid they might get a noise complaint but right before he’s about to shush them they suddenly stop. Minho looks at them confused by the sudden halt in their little choir performance and see’s that they’re all staring intensely down the hall. 

Minho’s heart skips a beat as joins them to see what they’re looking so intently at. He doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary and he’s ready to just chalk it up to them being weird before he hears the sound of knocking coming from somewhere down the hall. 

Minho has watched many scary movies in his lifetime and so he immediately thinks he’s about to get possessed by some demon that’s been dormant in their apartment for billions of years until the symphony of cats woke it up. He starts accepting death for the second time this week until he hears the knocking again but this time it sounds… unusual. 

He hears it again and again and realizes that whoever is knocking is doing it to the beat of a song. Now Minho is no ghost buster but he’s pretty sure a demon wouldn’t use a song with such an upbeat tempo if they were trying to scare him. 

Minho starts scooting closer and closer to where he thinks the noise is coming from and stops when he gets just outside his room. The knocking still hasn't stopped and he swears he recognizes it. 

He slowly opens his door and peeks his head in. He looks toward his closet and sees a shadow casted on the doors, whoever was knocking was outside his window. 

Minho freezes as his mind starts to replay the events of the day before but he is quickly snapped out of it when he realizes that if the villain was trying to come back for him he probably wouldn’t be knocking. 

Minho focuses on the beat as he opens the door wider, preparing to look at whoever or whatever was on the other side of his window. He goes through every song he knows as his shaky hands push the door open farther. It isn’t until the song is almost over that Minho connects the dots.

Whatever is knocking on his window is doing it to the beat of a fucking Madonna song. Not just any Madonna song, but Material Girl. His soul damn near ascended because someone was vibing to Material Girl.

 All the fear he previously had was thrown out the window at this new discovery as he enters his room without a care. He looks towards his window but all he sees is a hand sticking up from the bottom of the glass still going to the beat of the song. 

Minho walks closer to get a better look and realizes that the knocker is wearing a red glove with… lines all over it? As Minho continues on his journey the hand stops and waves to him. He stares at the hand bewildered and in true horror movie fashion he calls out to it. 

“Who are you?”.

The hand doesn’t respond verbally but makes the rock and roll symbol. Minho, still confused as ever, stops his advancements and stares. The hand starts flicking its wrist while still assuming the shape of the symbol. It takes him a little longer to process then he’d like to admit but he gets the hint eventually. 

The hand isn’t doing the infamous rock and roll gesture, it’s imitating web slinging. 

Minho sprints into action as he climbs up on his desk and slides open the window. He goes to peer out over the edge when Spider-Man suddenly pops up and startles him. Minho jumps back with a yelp as he loses his balance and starts to lean back, starting to fall off the desk. He braces for impact but opens his eyes after a few seconds when it never happens. He looks up and sees Spider-Man crouched in his window with one of his webs attached to his shirt keeping him from falling. 

Spider-Man hops on the desk as he slowly pulls Minho back into a kneeling position. They’re now only a few inches apart and eye level when Spider-Man speaks up.

“Sorry sweetheart didn’t mean to scare you. Guess you could say you fell for me though huh?”. 

Minho wants to call him out for the stupid overused cliche but he’s unable to do or say anything as his brain processes Spider-Man calling him sweetheart so casually. 

Spider-Man tilts his head to the side and Minho realizes he’s just been gawking at the guy in silence for about 30 seconds so he does his best to snap out of it. 

“I wouldn’t have fallen if you hadn't, I don't know, came in through the door like a normal person?”

“But where’s the fun in that? Isn’t it far more romantic to scale the side of your building to come check up on you? I mean anyone could knock on your door, I’ve gotta stand out.”.

Minho’s brain starts to go haywire again as words die on his tongue. Romantic? He has to stand out? Spider-Man has been in his apartment for less than 5 minutes and Minho is already about to explode. 

“So how are you hm? How’s my favorite civilian?” Spider-Man asks as he leans in slightly. 

“I’m uh, I’m good. Kind of hard to sleep last night but it wasn’t too bad,” Minho replies, looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

“Aw you poor thing, wish I could’ve been there to help you sleep better,” the hero tsks as he releases the web that was keeping them connected. 

Minho could move back now, create some space between them so he could think properly. But Spider-Man wasn’t making any moves to leave Minho’s personal bubble and Minho’s pretty sure he’d die if he did. Maybe that was a little dramatic, but being so close to the hero is bringing back a sense of peace and calm he’s missed so much. 

“But you were. I mean, you were here last night, right?” Minho questions as he looks up at the hero through his lashes.

“Ah, so you got my note.”.

Minho nodded his head and quickly glanced at his bedside table remembering that it was not only framed but also displayed. Embarrassment slowly crept up on Minho and he hoped Spider-Man wouldn’t notice his ears turn red for the millionth time that morning. 

Unfortunately for Minho, Spider-Man had been studying Minho’s face like he had an exam on it since he got in his apartment. He immediately noticed the way Minho’s eyes shifted to something in the room and turned his head to follow the olders gaze. 

Minho’s sure that if the hero didn’t have his mask on he would be able to see a massive shit eating grin on his face. Before Spider-Man could confirm that the picture proudly presented on Minho’s bedside table was indeed his note, Minho jumped off the desk and made a run for the frame. 

Minho made it only a few steps before Spider-Man also jumped off the desk and slung a web to grab Minho’s waist. The hero pulled at the web and spun Minho right into his embrace. 

Minho stumbled slightly at the sudden movement but Spider-Man steaded him by grabbing onto his waist while Minho threw his arms over the hero’s shoulders. The two stood in silence in the middle of Minho’s room chest to chest. The close proximity was intoxicating for the both of them. 

“Hm seems like you were made to fall into my arms,” Spider-Man quietly muses. 

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Minho giggles not trying to fight the obvious blush spreading across his face.

“Crazy about you sweetheart” Spider-Man mumbled, bringing them impossibly closer. 

“You’re insatiable,” Minho whispered, afraid that speaking too loud would break the moment. 

“Oh you don’t even know that half of it,” the hero responds.

Before Minho could question him their little bubble was burst by another symphony of meows, this time much more pained and loud then the last. 

Minho sighs and lays his head on Spider-Man’s chest. He can feel the hero laugh softly and he can’t bite back the smile that forms on his face. Minho lifts his head and stares at Spider-Man.

“Wanna help your favorite civilian feed his cats?” Minho questions sliding his hands down to lay on the hero’s chest.

“God I thought you’d never ask,” Spider-Man replies, squeezing Minho’s waist.

A/N

In honor of it being Minho's and I birthday today, here is a long awaited update! I'm so unbelievably sorry for taking such a long and random break but trust I have no plans to disappear like that again! Did you guys miss me? It's okay to say you missed me I missed y'all too. I hope you guys enjoyed this one and let me know what you think! Thank you all again and I'll see you soon! ⋅˚₊‧ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[skz-fanfic-recs]

spiderman aus

what i want by mandukiss

linoiscute 12:23 AM SPIDERMAN JUST SAVED MY ASS jisung dropped his phone off of the streetlamp in pure shock, cursing and scrambling to peer down at where it settled in the grass. he slid off of the lamp by hanging from a string of web and landed on the lawn, picking up his poor abused phone and wiping the gathered dew off of it with his glove. he blinked at the message one, two, and three times before typing a somewhat passable response with shaking fingers.  hanhanhannie 12:25 AM woah really?

further along, farther away by spearbi 

they stare at each other for a few long moments. “you’re spiderman?” jisung says lowly, his voice deepened by sleep and something else seungmin can’t quite put a finger on. seungmin nods jerkily. “yeah.”

forget about mundane yesterday (wake me up like in the movies) by consistently_inconsistent

being spiderman is tiring, with a stressed felix always in his ear and hyunjin's s.h.i.e.l.d reinforcements popping in to clean minho's "mess". reporter han jisung only adds to his problems - but minho isn't complaining.

one for the fame, one for the game, one for the way, i'm gonna take by balzamchik

the red and blue guy pointed at himself in mock surprise. ‘wait, you really don’t know me?’ he shook his head defeatedly. ‘all those publicity stunts - and for nothing… i’m spiderman, of course!’ there was a long uncomfortable pause. ‘what, no one?’ he unbelievingly asked. ‘wow…’ minho shrugged a bit, as far as he could, with the douchebags still holding him. ‘i might have seen you with batman on the news once,’ he supplied helpfully. ‘friendly area spiderman?’ spiderman shifted his weight a little, and even though he was wearing a mask, minho knew for sure that he was beaming. he could just feel it. ‘yeah! your friendly neighbourhood spiderman! that’s me!’

hate me (sometimes) by mandukiss

“take my hand,” jisung offered out a red and black-gloved hand, already planning their escape in his head. he raised his eyebrow as minho gawked at him, even though he knew that the questioning expression was covered up by his mask. “are you insane? no!” minho half-shrieked, recoiling away and looking at jisung like he was crazy. “i’m not asking for your hand in marriage! i’m trying to save your life!” jisung insisted, trying not to feel too offended by the refusal as he kept his hand outstretched, “just take my hand!”

[escapizm]

🕷️ Peter Parker Han 🕷️

[x8jnox]

for all of the fellow spiderman loving stays out there here is spider han fanart!!

[clsa6122]

SpiderHan🕸️

[collisvng]

thinking about him.

[hanjisunglover]

003. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

002. <- 003.

author note: sorry y'all! I needed a big break and the only thing that I was able to think about for finishing this mini series was this, I'm sorry! also, there's a time skip - about five months after y/n talked with jisung, also it doesn't have a specific theme; it's more like randoms tweets

TAGLIST -@binnies-binna @ihrtlix @yeahsspider @p0eticjust1c3 @manuosorioh @hanjsquokka @boi-bi-ahaha @im-sinking-in-mud @weareapackofstrays @dprkbyn @cupidcures @i2nsstuff @xtegannoelx @lyramundana @catiuskaa @kpopsstuffs @xxstrayland @tiapatito202278ok

[gay-little-cloud]

even more random collages i made that happen to have kpop boys in them (can you find where the kpop boy is on the teletubbies one ??)

if youre wondering which teletubbie i got on the blind box: its clown tinkiwinki !! (one of my top3 favs so i won), heres an edit i made of renjun holding him:

[skewiie]

SPIDER HANNIE SPIDER HANNIE SPIDER HANNIE