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[eu4mi]

➪ you disappear hours after a concert, your family reports you missing but the company states that you left voluntarily. nothing makes sense. all anyone can ask is, where are you ?

➪ “i fucking hate how people talk about you, acting like you weren't our best friend” - e.m. part one.

i. IT’S JUST A SHAME, THAT'S ALL

you disappear hours after a concert, your family reports you missing but the company states that you left voluntarily. cctv shows differently. nothing makes sense, especially with everyone moving on so fast.

ii. IT’S JUST A SHAME, THAT’S ALL — THROUGH THE LENS OF MARTIN

martin's seen you time and time again get smart with staff, it's no wonder that something was bound to happen, at least in his opinion.

iii. IT’S JUST A SHAME, THAT’S ALL — THROUGH THE LENS OF CORTIS

continuation to part one and part two. cortis tries their best to continue living normal lives without the core part of their group. can they manage without you ?

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taglist is open. i didn’t include my general taglist and cortis taglist because then it’d be like four different lists but trust, you guys WILL be tagged too, don’t worry.

[tanghuyuj]

TOMODACHI DREAM BOY ?!

in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!

pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:

please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.

CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)

maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶

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[2i1han]

see you again | anton lee

pairing : camp host!anton x f!reader/oc addressed as wen ⭑ wc : 5.2k

tags : summer love, childhood sweethearts reunion, coming of age, soft romance (?), fluff

playlist : i wait for you / alex g , to all of you / syd matters , skinny love / bon iver , somethin stupid / frank sinatra , oldest trick in the book / matt maltese , intolewd / matt maltese , photograph / ed sheeran , cigarette daydreams / cage the elephant

remembering a boy from your childhood during a three-day summer trip, you return to the same camp from 16 years ago hoping to piece together the memories.

growing up, you had your fair share of friends. you were the kind of kid who'd wave at strangers and start conversations on the swings. outgoing, chatty, always the first to suggest a game of tag or hide and seek. the neighborhood kids adored you. some even called you the "mayor" of your street. at one point or another, nearly all of them had been your playmate, even if just for a single afternoon.

you don’t really remember much before the age of eight, except for one kid.

you were five when your parents took you camping to a forested site hours away from the city. a trip that was supposed to be ordinary, just a short weekend surrounded by pine trees and buzzing cicadas. the campsite had the smell of firewood and damp grass, and the lake glimmered under the summer sun. that was when you met a boy who changed everything, even if you wouldn’t remember it clearly for years.

he was around your age, with chubby cheeks and grass stains on his shorts. his hair stuck out in funny places like he had been rolling on the ground.

"hi," he shyly approached when he saw you standing by your parents' tent. "i like your shoes."

you blinked down at your pink sneakers, confused. "they got wet."

"that’s okay. mine are dirty."

he held out a rock with a shiny stripe in the middle. "this is for you. it looks like candy but it’s not. i found it by the river."

you nodded solemnly and took the rock like it was treasure. and from that moment, you were inseparable.

you ran around the campsite, chasing butterflies and pretending the trees were giant towers. you dug for pretend treasures, you played hide and seek, though you always gave away your hiding spot by giggling. you climbed the same stump over and over like it was a castle.

when your parents sat down by the fire to talk and laugh, the two of you built a tiny fort out of sticks and pretended it was a bakery. you made mud-pies and "soup" with leaves and pine needles, serving them to your parents.

on the second day, he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the flower-dotted clearing near the edge of the forest.

"let’s play wedding," he said, eyes wide with excitement.

"what's a wedding?" you asked, blinking.

"it’s when you get married and be friends forever and eat cake."

you paused, then smiled. "okay, but i wanna wear a dress."

"you can pretend," he said, and gave you a little flower—a forget-me-not—clumsily plucked from the grass. he connected it and pushed it gently onto your pinky.

"this is your ring. it’s magic, so you gotta keep it safe."

you held it up like it was made of diamonds. "now we’re married?"

he nodded seriously. "yes, i’m the prince and you're the princess."

he picked up a stick from the ground, not too long, with a bend at the end and held it up like a wand. "we're married now," he declared, puffing out his chest. "the spell is complete!"

"what kind of spell?" you asked, eyes wide.

"a forever spell," he said, matter-of-factly. "so we can be best friends and play every day."

he tapped your shoulder with the stick like he was knighting you. you giggled and grabbed a twig of your own, mimicking his movements.

"and now i crown you king of mud pies," you said.

he burst out laughing. "then you're the queen of tree forts!"

you both laughed so hard you ended up collapsing into the grass, side by side, staring up at the patches of blue sky peeking through the branches. a dragon-shaped cloud drifted by, and you pointed at it at the same time.

"jinx!" he yelled.

and then you raced to see who could reach the stump first, already forgetting who won last time.

that night, you sat beside him by the campfire. he gave you the last marshmallow.

but by the third morning, his family had packed up early. you remember waking to find their tent gone, only an empty space left behind. no goodbye. just the smell of burnt logs and the forget-me-not still tucked under your pillow.

after that you never asked your parents about him. not once. you only mentioned the campsite again when you turned eight, asking if you’d ever go back there someday. but when a new campsite opened closer to the town, just minutes away, your dad chose that instead. you never returned to that faraway forest again. you even forgot what it looked like, or what it was called.

life went on.

sixteen years passed. you were now in your third year of university. childhood felt like another lifetime, buried beneath the noise of lectures, parties, and leaving your hometown behind. you weren’t sure whether to visit your parents this summer, especially with friends inviting you on a beach trip. but in the end, something pulled you back.

it had been a year since you last saw your family, so you booked the trip home.

and that one decision , that small, almost random choice would change your life more than you could ever imagine.

the cab slowed at the familiar street. your parents' house stood there just as you remembered: a cozy craftsman-style bungalow painted in a warm, earthy yellow, with white trimming that caught the sunlight. it wasn’t grand, but it had the kind of comfort that hugged you before you even stepped inside.

you reached for the neatly folded cash, handed it to the driver, then stepped out with your single luggage and backpack in tow.

climbing the porch stairs, you opened the door slowly and peeked around the living room. there, by the kitchen counter, were your parents, sipping coffee and talking.

"i’m home!" you called out, voice rising with excitement.

your mom turned first, eyes lighting up as she put down her mug. "wen, sweetheart!"

your dad stood, grinning, as both of them pulled you into a hug. your mom cradling your face and your dad giving your back a pat so strong it knocked a laugh out of you.

"we didn’t think you’d come home this summer," your mom beamed. "we missed you."

"i missed you too," you said, pouting a little as your dad took your backpack and wheeled your luggage upstairs.

"come on now," your mom said, already walking back to the kitchen. "you’re just in time. we made breakfast."

you followed her, the scent of eggs and toast filling your nose, the warm kitchen light casting a soft glow over the countertops. you began to talk. about classes, your professors, the annoying group project that never ended, but somewhere in the back of your mind, the memory of that boy hung around.

soon enough, you and your parents had gathered around a peaceful dinner table. the clink of utensils and warm scent of seasoned steak filled the space as laughter passed easily between you and your dad, your conversations ranged from random stories to summer vacation plans.

"how about another camping trip?" your dad suggested, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of steak.

you shrugged at first, nonchalant. but then a vague memory stirred—of trees towering above your five-year-old self, of pine needles on your shoes, and a quiet little boy who'd once been your entire world in two short days.

"in that old campsite?" you looked up from your plate, browa lifted.

your dad shook his head, eyes still on the steak he was slicing. "nope. i meant the usual site, just a few minutes away."

you pouted a little without realizing, pushing peas to one side of your plate, then corns to the other. your parents exchanged quick, knowing glances.

"why?" your mom asked with a playful smirk. "do you want to go back there?"

you narrowed your eyes at her. "no, i'm just curious. we only went once."

"you know," your dad said, a grin tugging at his lips, "when we first and last went to that campsite, you were five. this small." he gestured with both hands beside him, chuckling. "there was this boy your age. he was the son of the couple in the tent next to ours. you two were like two peas in a pod!"

"oh, you even played weddings!" your mom added with a laugh, leaning back in her chair and dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

you listened, smiling as the memories slowly began piecing themselves together— images of flower crowns, tiny feet running across crunchy leaves, and a shy boy with black clothes and quiet voice.

"really?" you asked, leaning forward with interest.

"really," your dad nodded. "and the boy even gave you—what's it called again?"

"myosotis," your mom answered. "forget-me-nots. he put one on your finger like a ring."

you couldn't help the small laugh that left your lips. "that's actually kind of sweet."

just as you were about to say more, your mom's face lit up as something clicked in her head. she stood up with a sudden spark of excitement. "oh! we figured you'd eventually ask about it when you got older, so…"

she walked over to the living room and opened one of the cabinets near the back. you turned slightly in your chair, watching her rummage through the rear shelves until she pulled out a small wooden box. she brought it back and placed it gently on the table.

"we had one flower preserved in resin," she said, flipping open the lid.

inside was a silver ring. at the center was a smooth resin dome, and nestled perfectly inside was a single blue forget-me-not.

your eyes widened as she placed it into your palm. "thank you!" you grinned, slipping the ring onto your finger. it was adjustable, and it fit just right.

you held your hand up, admiring the little flower frozen in time. "this is really pretty."

"told you," your mom said, giving your dad a nod as they both watched your reaction.

as you closed the box and placed it beside your plate, you suddenly remembered what you meant to ask earlier.

"by the way… what was the name of that campsite?"

"camp windlow," your dad replied.

you hesitated, then asked, "mind if i spend a day there?"

they both nodded without hesitation.

"go on," your mom said. "just don't forget to come home and spend the rest of summer with us."

you smiled, feeling the ring on your finger—light, and comfortable. "i won't."

the next morning, you got up early, only to find your father already awake in the kitchen, sipping coffee and flipping through the newspaper. you had planned on taking a cab, but the moment he spotted your packed bag, he stood from his seat with a familiar look that said "you're not wasting money when i have a perfectly working car."

so instead, you found yourself in the passenger seat with one large bag, a singular tent, a portable table, and just enough food for a night. your dad drove you through the winding, tree-lined roads until you reached the trail entrance. he pulled over by the wooden gate and waved you off with a smile as you stepped out.

"call me if anything," he said as you nodded. waving before driving away.

you turned toward the gate. it stood quietly in the midst of trees, like a threshold between now and then. off to the side, an old but well-maintained wooden sign read: camp windlow trail

you noticed a bus parked nearby, likely for a group of students already at the site. you gave it a passing glance before starting up the trail. it was a short hike. just a few minutes, and then you saw it another wooden sign greeted you at the clearing, nailed to a tree: welcome to camp windlow

the space opened up into a cozy camp ground, surrounded by cabins and a cluster of trees. off to the side near the entrance was an old camper van with a sign hanging beneath a shaded awning: camp host.

you made your way to the rv’s side window. the soft crunch of leaves beneath your shoes was the only sound. you tapped the small bell on the built-in counter and tiptoed to peek through the screen, but the space inside looked empty.

just as you were about to turn around, you caught movement in your peripheral. a tall guy near one of the cabins—mid-conversation with a student—looked in your direction. he said something to the student, nodded, then jogged toward you.

"good afternoon, miss. welcome to camp windlow," he greeted with a small nod.

his dark, tousled hair fell over his forehead, framing gentle features. his eyes had that warm, sleepy crescent shape when he smiled. he wore a loose, off-white baseball jersey with thin black pinstripes, and beneath it, the collar of a black shirt peeked out.

"hi, uh—yes. are you the camp host?" you asked.

"yes, miss. sorry i wasn’t at the station. some students needed help with their cabins. i’m the only volunteer on duty today," he said, voice soft and low like it could disappear if you weren’t listening close enough.

you gave a small nod. you had more to ask, but decided to keep it simple. "i just wanted to check where i can set my tent up. i’m not renting a cabin."

"got it," he said, then gestured ahead for you to follow. "come on, i’ll show you the tent area."

you followed him past the cabins, toward a grassy clearing beneath tall trees. the space was flat and quiet, the sunlight filtering through the canopy tree above. you could see the river nearby, shimmering under the noon, and a small wooden shed sat near its edge.

"you can pitch your tent here. it’s a good spot. but let me know if you’d prefer somewhere else," he offered, pausing to look back at you.

"no, actually this is great already," you said, giving a casual wave of your hand.

"cool," he smiled, continuing. "there’s a water pump near the cabins if you need it. just a heads up—no wandering after nine."

you nodded, noting the direction he pointed in.

"thank you," you said.

"how many days will you be camping?" he asked.

"just a day."

"alright. i’ll log you in real quick so i know you’re out here," he said, turning toward the rv. then he paused, glancing back. "oh- and your full name?"

"wendelin hale." you replied.

he blinked, as if a bulb went off in his head before nodding, jogging back toward the camper van.

you dropped your bag down and took a breath, turning to look at the view of the river. it was quiet and beautiful. familiar in some way. you looked around, piecing together scattered memories, smiling to yourself in recognition. this might’ve been the exact spot where your parents had pitched the tent years ago. across from it was probably where the boy’s family stayed. and in that nearby park space where the two of you had played wedding.

you chuckled softly and wandered closer, tapping your hand against the trees as you passed, letting your fingers graze the bark like an old habit.

when you turned back toward your spot, you caught the camp host looking up from the logbook through the rv’s side window. he glanced at you. you smiled politely, and he returned it before lowering his gaze back to the page.

he looked out toward the area you’d just visited, staring for a moment with a knowing smile. then, he went back to work.

you unzipped your bag and pulled out the tent, sighing as you knelt by it. it had been years, and you barely remembered how to set it up. you fiddled with the poles and fabric, trying to recall the steps, but it quickly turned into a mess.

from the rv, the man noticed you struggle. he stepped out and jogged over.

"need help with that?" he asked.

you gave him an embarrassed smile and nodded. "yes please."

he smiled back and knelt beside the tangled tent, hands moving skillfully.

"i'm guessing this is your first time camping alone?" he said as he worked, not looking up.

"yeah, just a day of trip down memory lane," you replied, watching him work, trying to learn.

"places like this can really hold onto the kind of memories you want to relive," he said, echoing your thoughts.

"deep talk," you said with a faint smile.

before you knew it, the tent was standing, sleek and sturdy, a perfect black triangle in front of you.

"well, i could say i’m also here for a memory lane trip," he said, standing and dusting off his trousers. "there you go."

you nodded, impressed. "thank you."

"of course. miss hale, right?"

"yes," you replied, smiling. "but no need for formalities."

"just trying to stay professional."

"okay... sir—?"

"lee," he said. "anton lee."

"alright, sir lee," you chuckled.

anton smiled at that, then looked at you more closely. "you seem socially entertaining for someone camping solo."

you shrugged as you started setting up your small foldable table. "not really. i just prefer solo trips like this so i can unwind peacefully."

"fair," anton said, nodding. he stepped closer and unzipped the tent door, folding it up neatly to keep it open. "want help with the rest?"

"yes, thank you."

he helped you with your things in silence, arranging everything carefully. after a moment, you spoke again.

"you mentioned you’re here just for a quick nostalgia trip?"

"yeah, well… i figured i could also volunteer for the summer. extra credits for uni, you know," anton replied.

"oh, so you’re a student?"

"yup. just like those people over there." he nodded toward the cabins where students were busy setting up for camp. "and you?"

"i’m in uni too," you said.

"cool! just around here?" he asked as you both kept working on your setup.

"not exactly. my hometown’s a small town somewhere around here in oregon, but i study in portland. five hours away."

"you sound pretty established," anton smiled.

"not really," you shrugged, standing once you were finished setting up, noticing anton was done too. "still stuck here in the same state."

"hey, at least it’s something," anton said as he walked toward the riverside. you followed him, and together you sat in the open wooden shed.

"so, what about you?" you asked.

"really complicated," anton chuckled. "my hometown’s all the way in new jersey."

"that’s basically a plane ride away," you gasped. "how’d you end up here?"

"like i said, complicated. i just got back here after many years. i also decided to study around portland."

"and you volunteered as a camp host here." you laughed.

"obviously," anton nodded. "you know, you kind of seem familiar."

you looked at him, that same strange feeling rising inside you too. "yeah, you do too."

"what’s your name again? wendelin?"

"mhm, why?"

"nothing, just… i used to know someone with a similar name. well, not exactly the same, but she's called wen."

"that could be wendy or something else. wen’s a common nickname."

"i know."

"so, you think i seem familiar just because of my name?"

"maybe?" anton shrugged.

"well, you seem familiar too, somehow," you said, watching him, waiting to see if he wanted you to explain. "the first time i came here, i was about five," you started. "i had a friend, but i don’t remember his name."

"was it a girl?" anton asked.

"no, no." you shook your head, smiling at the memory. "we used to play a lot around here. we even played wedding. it’s cute but also kind of embarrassing. my parents teased me for it."

you looked down at your hand, twisting the ring on your finger.

anton noticed. "he gave me a forget-me-not flower ring. my mom even had it preserved in resin," you explained, showing it to him.

"eerie. i remember having the same memory," he said. "same place, same story. that’s why i came back here, to volunteer this summer."

"if i didn’t know your name, i’d swear that boy was you," you chuckled. "but i don’t think i ever heard the name anton back then."

"i get that," he smiled. after a pause, anton looked at you with a spark in his eyes.

"is it chanyoung?"

and as if remembering a song you've been searching for your entire life, it clicked in your head.

"chanyoung-ah, come here! it's time to eat!"

her mom's voice echoed in your memory. you could see him—five years old, turning to wave at you. his small feet kicked up dust as he jogged across the field to his mother’s table, where bowls of food are laid.

"come!" his mom then called out to you, her warm smile beaming under the shade of the pine trees. "wen? do you want to come over and eat with chanyoung?"

you’d nodded excitedly, cradling the bowl of leaf soup in both hands as you placed it carefully down by the tree where you’d been playing, then ran toward them with light steps.

you stared out at the river, its surface glinting under the sun. you smiled to yourself. a wide, happy, almost disbelieving smile, as your eyes visibly brightened up in recognition.

"chanyoung!" you beamed at him as he did too, his eyes crinkling with that same lighthearted smile. "since when were you anton?"

anton let out a chuckle, the corners of his lips curling into a smile that made your heart slightly jump. he glanced at you briefly before turning his gaze back toward the river ahead, hands resting loosely in his pockets.

"well, when we settled here in the u.s., i had to go for an english name. so, i pretty much went by my english name my entire life outside our house."

"i would've... never remembered." your voice came out quiet.

"that's on me," he replied with a smile. "it's nice to meet you again, wen. i kind of had a hunch when you started wandering off to specific spots here earlier."

you smiled to yourself, looking down shyly, hiding the stupid grin spreading across your face. you swung your feet a little from your seat, your heels lightly tapping the wooden platform beneath.

"so, that’s why you looked familiar. you still kinda look the same as when we were kids," you said, grinning up at him.

"well, you changed. your hair used to be some kind of lighter blonde and now you’re brunette," he pointed out. "but your eyes are still the same pretty shade of hazel."

"you remember that?" you turned to him, surprised, trying to keep your tone from sounding too delighted.

"of course." anton sighed before hopping off the seat. "you wanna walk around?"

you hummed and then nodded, hopping off your seat too. leaves crunched beneath your shoes as the two of you wandered off, the camp fading behind you as you stepped deeper into the quieter parts of the grounds.

you and anton walked around the wide area, the soft rustle of wind through tall grass and tree branches filling the silence between your conversations. every step brought you to an old spot. you even unlocked more memory you've completely forgotten. thanks to anton, who seemingly had remembered everything.

"that’s where you scratched your knee," anton said, pointing toward the root of a large tree, half-exposed in the dirt. "you tripped there. i thought you were gonna cry but you laughed."

you furrowed your brows for a moment, but then a smile bloomed across your face. the picture came back to you—your five-year-old self giggling with a scraped knee and grass in your hair.

"wow, you remembered again?"

"of course," anton nodded, walking beside you, relaxed. "i considered you as someone important in my life. you were also my first friend back then. i never really interacted with anyone as a kid, but you didn't scare me, and i found a friend in you."

your heart warmed at anton’s words. you looked down for a moment, suddenly feeling a little guilty. not for forgetting completely, but for remembering less than he did.

"i’m sorry i couldn't remember a lot," you said.

"don’t be sorry for anything." he waved his hands dismissively, his voice light. "if anything, i should be sorry for suddenly leaving."

you turned your head slightly toward him, curious.

"we were five and things happen," he continued. "the babysitter of my younger brother who's a baby that time called my parents that day, saying he got sick and was hospitalized. so we had to go back home earlier than we planned to."

"that’s okay. i understand." you paused, then looked up at him with a smile that tried to push away the lingering guilt. "well, at least we’re here now again, right?"

anton looked at you with soft eyes, his expression calm before nodding.

"i hope i don't come off as weird but—" anton paused, stopping beside the path. his voice dropped to a murmur. "i feel... unexplainably comforted. happy, even. you're the reason i came back here."

you looked at him closely, eyes searching. his gaze never left yours.

"why?" you asked. "is it really that important to you?"

you waited for an answer, but instead, anton simply exhaled softly through his nose and offered a lopsided smile. "it's almost sunset," he said, glancing toward the golden sky. "you shouldn't miss the view from your spot." then, without another word, he turned and walked back toward the main site.

that evening, the two of you sat on the log seat beside the crackling campfire. a few snacks between you, and hours spent sharing stories from your shared childhood. you told each other what life had become. he shared that he'd taken up swimming in university, dabbled in instruments, and, at his core, remained the same introverted boy you remembered.

anton didn't seem surprised when you told him you'd become an art major and that you had a decent circle of friends.

"i always knew you'd be an artist. you used to draw cool things for me, remember?" he paused, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "i still have them, actually. my parents kept a box of my things. your drawings are in there."

as the night wore on, you realized how naturally your bond had rekindled. anton had always been interesting and it became clear that the years hadn't eroded what once connected you. you both laughed, talked, and forgot about the time.

you looked at him with guilt simmering behind your words. "i hope you don't think i saw you as someone unimportant."

anton smiled gently, reaching out to pat your shoulder. "i never did. because if you did think of me as someone unremarkable in your life, you wouldn’t have bothered coming back here..." he then nodded toward your hand. "...or wearing that flower ring again."

"and..." he spoke again, but then hesitated, as if something weighed on his chest. "and it's getting late," he said instead, standing up. "i should head back to the van."

you didn't push as you just nodded. "do you want to exchange contacts?" you offered, standing up as well.

"that'd be nice," he said, pulling out his phone. you exchanged numbers, and the night passe from there.

in the morning, you got up early. students were already busy around the campsite as you sipped on a warm coffee. you looked over at the van and saw anton setting up his things. you smiled at each other.

"good morning!" you called out.

"good morning," he called back. but you didn't hear him. you only saw the shape of the words on his lips. you smiled anyway and went on with your day.

anton went to his daily morning work, while you joined a group for exercise. later, you packed everything up. new clothes on, your tent dismantled and tucked back into your tent bag. it was time to leave.

anton approached, his morning work done. "leaving already, i guess?"

"yeah," you smiled tight-lipped, slightly disappointed. "told my parents i'd only be out for a day. my dad's picking me up too."

anton nodded in understanding. "i already have your number, so i don't think there's anything to be sad about."

he helped with your bags until your phone buzzed with a notification from your dad—he was near.

"i should get going," you said, sliding your phone into your jeans pocket.

"i'll walk you down," anton offered.

he lifted your tent bag and your folded table while you carried your own backpack. the walk down the trail was peaceful, though the thought of saying goodbye made your chest feel heavy.

by the roadside, anton carefully set down your things in front of you.

"let's keep in touch," you said.

"sounds nice," he replied. a second of silence followed. then, he spoke again.

"and—it is. it is that important to me because you promised me, and i held onto that."

you blinked, confused, watching as anton smile.

"you've forgotten," he said. "but the evening before the morning we left, you told me something by the riverside."

he looked down briefly, then up at you again.

"you promised that you'd see me again. that we'd be friends forever—because we're married."

anton laughed a little.

"and... i'm happy you didn't break it even though you forgot about it."

the memory then struck you like a spark to dry wood. your small pinky held out to his.

"when we get home, i’ll see you again no matter what. because if we’re married, we’ll forever be friends."

the memory clicked into place like the last puzzle piece in a long-lost picture.

"i remember now," you said. smiling warmly back at anton.

then, a white car approached from the distance, pulling up just then. your dad rolled the window down, eyes landing on the two of you with a knowing, content smile as if he had seen this coming.

"did i make you wait?" he asked.

"just in time," you replied, opening the backseat door as anton helped load your things.

you then turned to him once more.

"i won't say goodbye."

"yeah. i won't, too," he said with a small smile. then, anton pulled you into a warm hug before letting go.

you opened the front seat door and got in. just before it closed, anton stepped forward.

"wen," he said, as you looked at him through the open window.

"see you again."

[yeppieats]

NOTHING BEFORE THE NOISE .ᐟ

— ✶ TABLE OF CONTENTS:

OO. profiles pt.1 OO. profiles pt. 2

O1. good news!

O2. pre—nervousness

O3. meet the bassist! (written)

O4. walk her home (half-written)

O5. I smell a rat

O6. sensitive men!

O7. it's just a party (half-written)

O8. party—rockin' (written)

O9. hungover

1O. limits

11. all apologies

12. u're the shit!

13. mad mad (half-written)

14. a little... delusional

15. imagine hating on me

16. anton and the jets (half-written)

17. jigsaw falling into place (written)

18. everyone noticed

19. hard to explain

20. bed—rotting (over)

21. can't go far with a lie

22. curiosity killed the cat (half-written)

23. girls insane

24. back already?

25. once and for all (written)

26. saturday, 3 a.m.

27. boys will be boys

28. raindrops + sunshowers (written)

29. epilogue: the noise of you (written)

30. lovebomb (extra chapter)

taglist ★ (closed) @iknow-yuno @tontonantonies @the-phantomss @antosaurius @nekotoni @lixiesw1fe @ottokki @wenoberry @saranghoeforanton @txtsoobean @eynh4e @bananabread785 @jenozini @dodot04lover @jvngw0nlvr @iluvjellies @sinforsim @tonielvr @aquariusscollection @mimis-world3 @luvvyushii

[hrtfelt4u]

collision. | anton lee masterlist.

synopsis: when the photo and fashion club collide for a style magazine collaboration, your social circle gets a whole lot more interesting with the addition of the cute swimmer who's been flying under your radar. chaos ensues as freshman-year love triangles, secret relationships, and messy exes rise to the surface. let's just say... your junior year of college should be one hell of a ride.

featuring: fem!reader, rii7e (all members), &team (nicholas), le sserafim (chaewon), katseye (megan & daniela), and more!

content warning: suggestive, swearing, drinking, smoking

author's note: hai :3 i've been a tumblr writer for a long time but i've opened a new account for smau because i enjoy them recently. this is my first one! go easy on me :P

(w) = written portion

profile 1 | profile 2

001. klab hell. | 002. dani daddy. | 003. patrón trauma. | 004. spongebob boxers. | 005. hot dining worker. | 006. woopsi. | 007. tipsy move. | 008. misandrist down. | 009. arsonist tendencies. | 010. degradation kink. | 011. evil spawn. | 012. de-flowered. | 013. mario party. | 014. banana milk. (w) | 015. spill the beans. | 016. side of eggs. | 017. find my friends final boss. | 018. artsy bf. | 019. roman senators. (w) | 020. lover boy era. | 021. marriage contract. | 022. five times two. | 023. hannah montana. | 024. game on. (w) | 025. Ls in the chat. | 026. cookie crumbs. (w) | 027. spin the bottle. (w) | 028. asian bieber. | 029. bag of the year. | 030. nosy ass. | 031. therapy money. | 032. dictator. | 033. on cod. | 034. lame ass fishes. (w) | 035. fish boy. | 036. sex sock. | 037. cheese. | 038. mozzarella flowers. | 039. out of ten. (w) | 040. deal package. | 041. backflip. | 042. sausage party. | 043. last shoot. | 044. messy. | 045. no tomorrow. (w) | 046. mind reader. | 047. dumb and dumber. | 048. carnival booth. | 049. snipe. | 050. see you soon. | fin.

taglist (closed): @jvngw0nlvr @lcvehee @meongryeongi @nujeskz @fae-renjun @buns-inhiding @jkeydiary @tadadw @r11zejjang @tkooooop @yuyita-rosier @mbella607 @janjoonty @i03jae @bartxnhood @slowlylefttyphoon @mwrsi @strwberie @rizzimura-babes26

© hrtfelt4u 2025

[beamyniki]

Don't Go Lovey Dovey ✷ MM.

yuck, that boy's so mushy. ⟡˖ ࣪ ⠀ 𓇼 sending me flowers? I'm just tryna get lucky!

pairing: mackiah mercer x bsf's sister!reader 𒀭 ࣪ㅤgenre, tropes: non idol au, university au, smau (+ written chapters), unrequited love turned mutual, brother's best friend, "what are we?" kind of beat, some angst (oops!)

You never thought of Mackiah Mercer as anything more than your little brother’s weird best friend. He was just always there, loud, persistent, and annoyingly loyal. Sure, maybe he’s had a thing for you since forever but you never took it seriously. Especially when you had a boyfriend who you thought was your forever. But forever ended faster than you expected. Wounded from a fresh break-up, you could’ve taken time to heal, focused on yourself, stayed in. Instead, you partied, drank, and somehow, you started noticing Mackiah a little more than you used to. ㅤ ㅤ@beamyniki 𒀭 STARTED 05/08 OF 2025, ONGOING

𒀭 ࣪ㅤnotes: reader is older by a year and a bit, she's also a mess lowk... includes some kms/kys jokes, dirty jokes, mentions sex but i'm not writing smut, weeekly's zoa is y/n faceclaim, mackiah is DOWN BADDD, friendly bullying, swearing, super corny writing, slow updates, warnings will be added before chapters when needed! ALWAYS ignore the timestamps because they're none of my business shhh

featuring: lara (katseye), moka (illit), ni-ki + jungwon (enhypen) + the rest of the ampers&one members (except brian and kamden </3)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ✶ ⋅ ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִtaglist open! 

PROFILES: hello kitty pyjama girls & amping it up !

first, the prologue. 001. oh my, love is a lie! 002. a party rock anthem? 003. moments before disaster 004. partied on... WHO!? 005. so... don't tell seungmo 006. evil ex moved on to the next? 007. kicked to the curb 008. please don't think i'm weird 009. jiseok more like doucheok! 010. flee the facility or your feelings 011. is this thing on?... 🎙️ 012. flirts and fraternities 013. meet the mack pack...?

𒀭 ࣪ㅤauthor's note: sooo guess who got into ampers&one…. I COULDNT HELP IT! and unfortunately i am in love with mackiah so guess what i had to do? make an smau 😝 my riki fic is still ongoing btw! still gonna publish as much as i can, it’s just that i now have 2 fics to work on. hope you guys like it! <3

⭐. ㅤDO NOT STEAL OR COPY MY WORK! reminder that everything i write is FICTIONAL and does not represent the idols in real life.

[writtenbycleo]

does your mother know?

It's your final year at KOZ High School, and unfortunately for you, the play of your dreams premiered last year, so you're stuck doing Mamma Mia!, even though half the seniors aren't keen on the project. Or: It's Woonhak's junior year, and going against most of his principles, he decides to audition for this year's play, more interested in the possibility of getting a chance with you than in landing a lead role.

PAIRING: Woonhak x reader

WARNINGS: kys jokes, cursing, underage drinking but nothing that serious or that bad, additional warnings will be on each chapters!

STATUS: completed.

NOTE: is this also based on my personal experiences??? maybe. i guess at some point i will have to stop turning my experiences into fics, but that time is not close.

Send an ask or leave a comment to be added to the taglist!

intro

track 1: Honey Honey

track 2: Money Money Money

track 3: Mamma Mia

track 4: Dancing Queen

track 5: Our Last Summer

track 6: Lay All Your Love On Me

track 7: Super Trouper

track 8: Gimme Gimme Gimme

track 9: The Name Of The Game

track 10: Voulez Vous

track 11: SOS

track 12: Does Your Mother Know

track 13: Slipping Thru My Fingers

track 14: The Winner Takes It All

track 15: When All Is Said And Done

track 16: Take A Chance On Me

track 17: I Have A Dream

track 18: Thank You For The Music

epilogue

the divider is by @cursed-carmine

[ampwons]

my grades are being jeopardized by spider-man ?! first edition

♡ spider-man!kyrell x f!reader smau

first edition | second edition | third edition | fourth edition | fifth edition

in which kyrell is struggling to balance his college life and being a crime-stopping superhero while also hiding his short-term secret from his crush since orientation that so happens to be his partner for his biology project.

cw. sfw but mdni blog, she/her pronouns, feminine nicknames (ex. wife), typos, ignore timestamps, kys joke (ex. im gonna kill you), poor attempts at humor (sorry evi isn't funny guys), jiho swears, ooc jiho oof

notes. im awful at consistent posting so expect part 2 in approx. 7 years and 2 days. anyways i hope this is coherent im tired Asf... this is inspired by the many spider-mark aus i've read and fell in love with everybody say thank u spider-mark,, i will also try to tag my series with their titles so they're easier to find in my blogs. lmk how it works!

thank u for reading <3

[aeritakus]

﹏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⁺ ⠀JAPAN? CATACOMBS! ⠀ ⁺⠀⠀⠀𔗨⠀⠀﹏

sypnosis. a group of friends go from planning the 2026 japan trip to escaping the paris catacombs ! featuring. stella of hearts2hearts , anton of riize , martin of cortis , and youtuber flamingo warnings. mentions of slur usage ( as a joke ) , suicide jokes , fat jokes , cussing , lmk if there are more ! ☆ read part two here and part three here !

authors note. smash that like button and reblog for pt 2 with jailbreak :3

[06mercer]

ur so fuckin funny dude 😭😭 this is so chaotic i love.

[aeritakus]

i wanna let yk i was spying on u liking my shit and then read a kiah smau u reblogged mid spy

[06mercer]

IM DEADDD

[woonhakworld]

on the low

anton x reader

in which your best friend convinces you to go on a 2 man with guys you both met at the bar.... despite the fact that you both have boyfriends... ( aka INFIDELITY!!!! don't like it don't read )

feat. yechan 82major as your bf, anna meovv as your bsf, anna's bf is myungjae bnd & her side piece is jo &team

cheating obv, no smut but well... damn near (MDNI) anton's a freak, anton's also submissive & a crier, use of nicknames (pretty boy, needy boy, he calls her mommy once sorry, anna gets called a whore, etc), yechan ain't shit but not bad enough it justifies you lowk, yn is mean to everyone oops, and somehow anna is worse than you

an. if you've seen @aeritakus's down bad losers ( and if you haven't... wtf r u doing ? ) you mayyyy notice a common thread of reader & anton + anna & jo as a 2 man and wellll... it's not a coincidence! anna is my stand in + reader is his... which means we WILLL be getting an anna spin off ofc! i have no idea how many parts this'll have but there WILL BE MORE!!! it depends how popular this gets on how long it'll run

[aeritakus]

GUYS THIS ISMY DAY ONE AND BSF ID LIKE TOTHANK JALEN BRUNSON FOR GIVING THEM THE MOTIVATION TO MAKE RHIS FORME I LOVE MYDADDY 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️go read thanks

[woonhakworld]

omg you reblogged right before i edited it guys ignore the anton dms making no sense 😭🥀🥀🥀 also GO READ DOWNBAD LOSERS THIS IS THE EVIL VER OF THEM

[aeritakus]

﹏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⁺ ⠀JAPAN? CATACOMBS! ⠀ ⁺⠀⠀⠀𔗨⠀⠀﹏

sypnosis. a group of friends go from planning the 2026 japan trip to escaping the paris catacombs ! featuring. stella of hearts2hearts , anton of riize , martin of cortis , and youtuber flamingo warnings. mentions of slur usage ( as a joke ) , suicide jokes , fat jokes , cussing , lmk if there are more ! ☆ read part two here and part three here !

authors note. smash that like button and reblog for pt 2 with jailbreak :3

[06mercer]

ur so fuckin funny dude 😭😭 this is so chaotic i love.

[aeritakus]

DOWN BAD LOSER!ㅤ ‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎ㅤACCEPTANCE DAY

sypnosis. finally accomplishing the dream of going to college with your long distance best friend , life seems to be at an absolute high so far ! your dormmates are cool as fuck , you're making a ton of new friends , classes are lowkey a breeze , absolutely nothing could go wrong ! that's until you learn more about her family history when going back to her hometown for break and meet her unfortunately cute older stepbrother . now how are you supposed to tell your best friend you've fallen completely head over heels for some down bad loser who's related to her ? warnings. excessive cussing , incorrect timestamps , fat jokes , lmk if there are more ! directory. mlist⠀prev⠀next taglist. @luvkeiiii @aphantassia @jvngw0nlvr @rawrxnne @adidistupipi @oncyanii @love4yubin @meeoowchi @yougotmeoohlala @tonddosstar @luvvyushii @m1korwia @nishimoona @emislove @xoanton

authors note. WE HAVE MADE IT TO CHAPTER 1 BEFORE 2AM !! this was supposed to be made yesterday night but unfortunately employment schedule came out and completely interfered .. chapter 2 out by hopefully saturday or sunday night ! sorry for the wait hopefully this is enjoyable until then 🥹🥹🥹

[tmrwsuns]

(𐙚⋆.˚) liking this for the plot

a mackiah mercer mini smau ! — zero | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

upload #1: do not come to my town

𐙚 blue's corner ;; hi guys ! i forgot about this but i am BACK and starting to post this today enjoyyy. also mari and hanna saw this first heheh 𐙚 taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng @hot-girls-love-jiho @lovelyjuju @spacejip @kireilien 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

© tmrwsuns, 2025

[tmrwsuns]

𐙚⋆.˚ AIRPORT CRUSH — mm

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⋆.˚.ᐟ [airport crush!mackiah x reader] ...୨ᢉ𐭩୧... ss. 24 w. kms jokes! fluff 𑣲 @fish-and-cake-net ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

part one | part two

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ i missed post6ing mackiah content so here you go !! hope u enjoy and wait for part two !! 𐙚⋆.˚ .ᐟ @xikskrrrs @dazzlingjaeyun @my-root-came-2006 @jjwngyjn @kpxpseoul @starrihan @beamyniki @xionvlog @teacuplps @tiramisumin @reinmyheart @ikigaijo + lmk if you want to be added ! 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

© tmrwsuns, 2026

[slytherinshua]

NOT YOUR AVERAGE BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. spiderman au!! some angst. warnings. mentions of injuries, crying, cheating (but no one is), and overall light angst. some kissing. pairing. spiderman!beomgyu x fem!reader. wc. 3k. (help me) a/n. i've wanted to do this for so long. and i'm so freaking excited posting this rn. i hope i did an okay job 😭

Sometimes you wondered why you had been so unlucky in your life. Every unfortunate event seemed to happen to you, while everyone you knew was just swimming in good fortune. It simply wasn’t fair or even explainable.

Your bad luck seemed to be on a streak this particular week, Monday starting off with a failed test grade, Tuesday gifting you a new top-ten most embarrassing moments of your life encounter, and insomnia blessing your body with no sleep on Wednesday night. Whoever was up there in the sky deciding peoples fates was outdoing themselves with yours.

After taking a power nap until 11 pm to substitute for the lost sleep, you got out your textbooks and notes to study for your upcoming science exam. You were so sure you were going to fail. You couldn’t focus in class recently, which meant you didn’t understand any of the chemistry you were supposed to learn in the unit, and there wasn’t even time to ask your teacher for help or a study session. The test was tomorrow, so you knew you were screwed.

There were two reasons that you had pinpointed for why you were losing focus. The first was because of your boyfriend, Beomgyu. He always seemed to be busy, and your usual late night dates were always cancelled last minute. It felt like he was ignoring you, or even falling out of love, you weren’t sure.

You had noticed that he seemed to be weirdly focused on something particular lately, taking his focus off of school and you. He had been spacing out for a couple weeks now. You’d seen him researching spiders one day in your computer block and you had jokingly asked him if he was going to pursue being an arachnologist. But that was only the first thing taking up space in your brain.

The second was because you kept being reminded of the news report from Tuesday night. A teenage girl’s body was found dead in an alleyway not too far away from your apartment building. The report had you spooked ever since that night.  “Found stabbed to death. A total of 34 flesh wounds were located,” The investigations reported. 

Worst of all, the victim had been around your age. When you first heard about it, you were surprised that it wasn’t you lying dead in the alleyway. With your bad luck, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched.

Apparently, a witness on the scene had claimed a masked red figure had swooped down to save them, “swinging from building to building with a sticky fluid similar to a spider web”. Because of the absurd claims of the witness, the nickname, Spider-Man, was quickly adopted for the mysterious hero. 

To be honest, despite the blurry images of a guy in a black and red suit, you were skeptical of the rumours. If this superhero really did exist, how did he fail to save one of the girls? He seemed like a pretty lousy hero to you. Maybe he was inexperienced or something.

Your mother would probably laugh at your thoughts right now. You had always been untrusting towards the news since you were two. She said your skepticism was one of your strengths, even though most people found it annoying. At least you weren’t trusting the media blindly and actually putting in some thought of your own.

You had gotten through 5 problems on the practice test for science, and each answer was jotted down with 0 confidence that it was right. You were really hopeless when it came to science. You were very fascinated by it, but when it came to actually doing it, you were just bad at understanding the concepts. Biology was decent enough for you, but chemistry went straight over your head. Usually you would have your science genius boyfriend to help you with it, but due to the situation explained before, he didn’t make it to any of your recent study dates.

Your concentration on a question about ionic bonds was broken with a tapping at your window. You turned, confused and half-expecting that you were hallucinating or something. But there actually was someone tapping on your window. They had somehow managed to climb up the fire escape to reach your apartment on the 8th floor.

You were hesitant about opening the window at first, but the person kept thumping on it consistently and saying something you couldn’t quite pick up on. Curiosity combined with your novice martial arts skills gave you enough confidence to go to the window and take a closer look.

“Is that-” You whispered, shocked at what your eyes were seeing as you pushed open the window. “Are you… the Spider-Man?” You asked the masked person, wielding your pocket knife as an emergency weapon just in case.

“Yeah, that’s me- the one on the news.” He nodded furiously, choking out the words. You raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was struggling to get words out and also why he came to your apartment. “Please, can I just come in-? I don’t think I can stand-”

You hurriedly opened the window enough and pulled him in. He was holding his stomach tightly as if he was in pain. You glanced down at your hand that helped pull him through the window, now stained with blood.

“Are you bleeding?!” You asked urgently, mind freaking out. You weren’t prepared to patch up someone, let alone a superhero who probably had superhero level injuries as well.

He nodded slightly, sliding down your bed frame on the floor, “I was beating this guy up, and then they suddenly pulled out a knife and-” He stopped his rambling to look back at you, the eye-parts of his mask portraying his facial expression. He looked desperate and like he knew you would help. 

You sighed slightly. You were at least glad that your room’s carpet had been replaced for hardwood floor last year. You would be able to clean up any blood stains on wood more easily than carpet.

You were about to rush to the bathroom to get some supplies, but you paused. Why were you helping him? Just 3 minutes earlier, you were thinking about how lousy a hero he was.

He winced in pain from the floor, some blood dripping from his side. You shook off your stupid thoughts. Who cares if you don’t know him at all? He was hurt, and he came to your room, so you should at least try to help him the best you could.

“I’ll be right back- shit, this is bad.” You muttered quickly, running to the bathroom. You grabbed whatever you could find that might help; gauze, disinfectant, water, towels, bandages, cotton swabs. You wished you had remembered that first aid class you had taken to become a babysitter when you were 14 a bit better, but it had barely gone over treating big injuries like this. The worst you ever had to deal with was a scraped knee.

You placed the supplies down, getting on your knees to be on the same level as him, “You should take the mask off, it’ll help you breathe better to not have it.” You said.

He shook his head, “I’m not taking it off.”

You shrugged, “Your choice, I guess. What is it with superheroes being so eager to hide their identity?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a towel, “You’re all probably old men in your 30s or 40s covered in flashy spandex suits.”

“I am not!” Spider-Man protested, flustered at the thought.

“Whatever you say… Hmm, I didn’t think this through well-” You paused, wondering how you were going to patch him up while he was wearing a full-body suit. You couldn’t ask him to take it off, that would be absurd. “I think I still have some of my boyfriend’s clothes in my drawer, one sec.”

You searched through your bottom drawer where you kept your pyjamas and managed to find a black shirt with some science pun on it. You sniffed it first, and your boyfriend’s woody cologne still traced the cotton fabric of it despite it not having been worn by him for weeks. You threw it to Spider-Man along with some sweatpants.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes to change and I’ll be back. I’d tell you to go to the bathroom, but I’d like to consolidate the blood to just my room, please.” You murmured, “And don’t touch any of my things-” You said finally, shutting the door.

You stayed right outside the door, hearing a small laugh and a little murmur that you could barely make out as, “cute”. You furrowed your brows. Did Spider-Man just think you were cute? You’d have to reinstate to him that you just gave him your boyfriend’s clothes, and that you were happily taken. 

Then again, if Beomgyu was falling out of love with you, maybe he would break up with you soon- You tensed up, shaking the thought away. 

“5 minutes are up, can I come back in?” You asked.

“Yeah, come in.” He called back.

You opened the door, the superhero now adorning your boyfriend’s clothes, but mask still on. He looked surprisingly natural with them on, or maybe you just thought that because your boyfriend hadn’t worn them in forever.  It had been weeks since you had seen him in a T-shirt, which was also weird cause he used to live in them. He wore exclusively long sleeves now, even though it was fairly warm. He often adorned big hoodies with the hood up, covering most of his face. 

Your best friend said that he was probably trying to conceal hickeys from another girl that he was cheating on you with, but you knew Beomgyu wouldn’t ever think of cheating while in a relationship. He would at least break up first. The thought did confuse and bother you, but you didn’t want to seem like an annoying, naggy girlfriend, so you didn’t press him about it.

“You can keep these clothes, by the way. My boyfriend hasn't come over in a couple weeks. He’ll probably break up with me soon, and I’m sure he won't miss one pair of clothes.” You muttered bitterly, opening up the bottle of disinfectant and a packet of sterile cloths. You weren’t sure why you were telling this to a complete stranger, but it made it a bit less awkward while you disinfected his wound.

“What? Why would you think that?” Spider-Man asked. You smiled at how his tone seemed so concerned for you. Why would a superhero care about someone like you?

You shrugged, “We barely talk, and it feels like he has no time for me anymore… I would tell this to him, but I don’t want to ruin the times we actually get to spend together by interrogating him. Still, it feels like he’s hiding something from me.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting to tell you- ouch.” Spider-Man offered, tensing up from the sting of the disinfectant. 

“Maybe… But how hard is it to spend some time with your girlfriend? He’s not out trying to save the world like you, so what the heck is he doing?” You pointed out, using the first example of something important you could think of, which happened to be the superhero seated in front of you.

“What if he is trying to save the world?”

You rolled your eyes, “My boyfriend doesn’t have what it takes to save the world. He’s scrawny and nerdy and goofy and I love him, but he’s nothing like people on TV.” You said while wrapping the gauze around his stomach, “Plus, he barely has any muscles, so he’d be pulp in any fight. I mean, look at your defined abs and muscular physique… If you took one look at my boyfriend you’d know what I’m talking about.” You explained with a smile. 

You didn’t say it like it was anything bad— in fact, it was one of the things you liked about your boyfriend the most. He wasn’t intimidating or challenging. He was comfortable and approachable and safe. You weren’t one to fall for someone based on a muscular figure.

“Have you ever had a secret you were scared to share?” Spider-Man asked after a moment of silence. 

You paused, thinking for a moment, “Yeah, I had one once. Why?”

“I’m kinda… struggling with that right now. I need to share it cause it’ll be worse if I keep on hiding it, but I’m really… really scared.” He admitted honestly. He sounded stuck and genuinely confused. You didn’t realise a superhero could sound this helpless and lost, but you felt the urge to help him with this as well.

“Do you need some advice?” You asked, packing up the kit. He nodded. “Just tell them. Whoever it is you’re hiding it from. It’s better to rip off the bandaid instead of waiting forever out of fear. If you want to tell them and are ready to, don’t hesitate. If they really love and care about you, nothing will change. They’ll still love you regardless of the thing you’re trying to hide.” You explained, surprising even yourself at how wise you sounded. Maybe you should reconsider going into psychology and becoming a therapist like your nine-year-old self wanted.

“I should tell them as soon as possible, then?”

You nodded, “The sooner the better. You’re all done, by the way. You think you’ll be okay to go out the same way you came in?”

Spider-Man sighed, eyeing the window, “I should be fine… But, I want to repay you for patching me up… and the words of advice. Do you mind following me?” You nodded a bit confused, standing up at the same time as the hero.

He opened your window and hopped down the 2 feet to the landing carefully and then offered a hand to help you get down. After you were both safely on the fire escape, you climbed up the stairs to the roof of the apartment building. You went up here often enough, so it wasn’t too hard to reach the top.

“Can you turn around for a second…?” Spider-Man asked you nervously. You did as he said, brain immediately thinking that this was the way you were going to die. You had been a fool to follow a stranger up to the top of the roof, and now he was about to jump you or throw you off the side of the building or-

“Y/n?”

You turned around, eyes meeting the bruised and cut face of your boyfriend, mask held loosely in his hand, face scared and anxious. You were stunned for a few seconds, frozen in place, unable to move or speak or even blink. You must have scared Beomgyu by your lack of response. He wrapped his arms around you, not knowing what else to do.

“I wanted to tell you so badly…” He whispered.

“Is- is this why you’re always gone?” You asked, tears slipping down your cheek.

He nodded furiously, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I would never cheat on you, right? I love you so much- I hate that I left you to overthink all that time.” He sobbed, crying harder than you were now, “I’m so awful, Y/n, I’m sorry-”

“Stop, you’re not.” You assured him, hands bunching up the fabric of his T-shirt, inhaling his scent that you had been deprived of. You hadn’t hugged him like this in ages.

A minute later you sat down on the concrete of the building, Beomgyu being forced to stay still as you tried to inspect every single tiny cut and bruise on his perfect face with the crappy lighting from the dim bulb on the roof..

“Is this really necessary…?” He asked, eyes shut on instinct from how close your face was to his.

“You look worse than when you got bullied in 8th grade, shut it.” You dismissed him, hands still holding his cheeks and turning his face every which way to spot everything. He whined about he was fine and his newly acquired super powers helped him heal from wounds quicker, but you wouldn’t buy it.

He opened his eyes slightly, a stumped expression on his face like a child trying to figure out how to reach candy from a high-up shelf. Eventually, he found a solution.

He leaned forward abruptly, lips crashing onto yours before you could stop it. You tried to protest, but it was impossible to say anything when he was so determined to kiss you. He waited until after you were fully kissing him back to pull away, hoping that it would be enough to spare him from any more face-inspection.

“So, can you really shoot webs from your… web shooter thingies?” You asked, struggling to find the proper words to describe your boyfriend’s inventions.

He nodded with a big grin, “I constructed it all by myself. I went through over 15 trial versions of both web-fluid and shooter before landing on this.” He gushed, showing you the small container filled with white sticky fluid. “It holds the most web-fluid while still maintaining speed, accuracy, and power. Impressive, right?”

You nodded, even more confused than you had been while taking the practice test for science, but determined to keep the smile Beomgyu wore for as long as possible.

“What else can you do?” You questioned, excitement finally kicking in after the shock of finding out, though it was still hard to process that your boyfriend was a superhero.

“So much more-” 

You smiled, eyes twinkling as you realised it would take all night to discover everything you needed to know about your boyfriend’s new identity.

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