☆ ──꒰synopsis꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ your friendly neighborhood spider-man will always be there to save the day, especially if it means impressing you

pairing: spider!keonho x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

(notes) fluff headcanons/oneshot MCU au! mentions of canon mcu events, skinship, kissing (on the cheek), mentions of violence, (maybe??)humor, swearing, keonho and y/n are implied to be childhood best friends, y/n is unaware of spiderman's true identity, keonho has the fattest crush on y/n; in honor of the release of Spider-Man: Brand New Day🕷️🩷

Spider!Keonho who, while peacefully swinging through the buildings of Seoul on his nightly patrol, suddenly hears a very familiar voice screaming from a nearby alley.

He recognizes your voice almost instantly. After all, you were his childhood best friend; and crush.

Spider!Keonho almost loses his breath trying to reach you, terrified that something might happen if he arrives too late. Fortunately, he makes it just in time.

Spider!Keonho who has been a hero for a year now. He's fought aliens and crazy scientists; he even stole Captain America's shield once. Yes, Captain America's. (He likes to believe Cap didn't go easy on him, even though Mr. Stark reminds him otherwise every chance he gets. He just loves watching the hope disappear from the young boy's eyes.) But he's never been as scared as he is now.

I know what you may be thinking, the great spiderman is hopelessly in love, but like every man plagued by it, he's terrified that you might get hurt.

Spider!Keonho finally reaches the alley where you're being cornered by two men, who were likely trying to rob you. He carefully sneaks up behind them, moving through the shadows like a snake.

"Now, guys, that's no way to treat a lady, y'know?"

The two men turn around, confused by the sudden voice. The confusion is quickly replaced by rage.

"Mind your own business, spider kid" one of them shouts, grabbing you by the hair and pressing his gun against your temple.

A whimper escapes your trembling lips. Your legs feel like jelly beneath you as you stare at the masked man in front of you, your heart filled with a thousand emotions.

"You don't want the lady to get hurt, do you?”

Spider!Keonho would like to say that he remained calm and handled this maturely. Only, that would be a complete lie. Instead, his mind went to panic instantly.

Fuck, he’s screwed.

“Alright buddy, let the lady go. She has nothing to do with this.”

Keonho tries to reason with him carefully. Meanwhile, he uses his spider-sense to find a way out of this without you getting hurt.

One of the men lunges at him, the blade of his knife glistening in the moonlight. Keonho yelps and jumps back. “Woah there.”

He manages to shoot a web at one of the men, the sticky substance trapping his hands and torso against the brick wall of the alleyway. “Angry, aren't we?”

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, and your eyes dart in every direction. It's not like you could do anything, trapped beside the criminal. You take a good look at your "savior." He was wearing a red suit with some sort of web design on it and a spider emblazoned across the chest. A mask conceals his face, keeping his identity a secret. Some kind of spider hero, maybe?

You think you saw him once on youtube doing a backflip on top of a building. Cool shit, if you could say so yourself.

Suddenly, your captor shoves you against the brick wall, sending a sharp pain through your back and shoulders.

“Ow! dude what the fuck?!” you groan.

“You stay here, and don't you dare fucking move. Do i make myself clear?” the man's voice is dangerous, and you can only nod once as you stare at him with hatred.

Whilst the fight continues, your gaze drifts to the man trapped against the wall. He struggles to free himself, making you wonder just how powerful that strange substance really was.

When the hero finally manages to knock out the last guy, letting their unconscious bodies collapse onto the wet concrete, he turns to you, the spider-like eyes of his mask suddenly widening.

“Are you okay?” he rushes to your side, kneeling in front of you. “Did they hurt you?”

You can hear the worry in his voice intensify, and it feels almost natural to reassure him. “Don't worry, i'm fine.”

You stare at him. One of the criminals managed to cut through his suit, slicing part of his skin in the process. Your finger gently brushes against the wound, making him hiss. “Shit, i'm sorry. Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head, letting out a small chuckle. “It's just a small cut. Nothing i can't handle.”

“Here,” he wraps an arm around your waist and helps you to your feet. "Hope you're not afraid of heights, Miss”

“Excuse me-” a startled yelp escapes your lips as he shoots a web toward a nearby rooftop, pulling the two of you into the air.

Spider!Keonho streaks through the lit-up city like a bullet, shooting webs from one building to another. You can only clamp your arms around him so tightly that it would probably choke a normal person.

You are too terrified to close your eyes or even make a sound, though the cool night air burns them. It's like sticking your head out of a car window while it's speeding down the highway. For the first time, you truly understand the dizzying feeling of motion sickness.

Keonho glances at you through his mask, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. "First time flying, Miss?"

You are holding on for dear life, whipping your head toward him to distract yourself from the blinding city lights passing in a blur beneath you. "Are you kidding me?!" you yell; "Yeah, no shit."

He keeps chuckling, and before you know it, only a few minutes later, you're standing on a very familiar rooftop.

Wait. How does he know your address?

Keonho stands motionless, waiting for you to climb down. When he notices you still aren't moving, he gently helps you to your feet.

"Exhilarating, isn't it?" His voice is high and excited.

You're still trying to stop your heartbeat from racing, catching your breath with a hand pressed against your chest.

"Yeah... whatever floats your boat, dude."

You can practically feel him smiling beneath the mask, the cartoonish eyes narrowing into slits.

"Alright, guess my job's done here. Have a splendid night, Miss." just as he's about to shoot another web toward the horizon, you stop him.

"Wait! Uh– thank you for saving me earlier."

Keonho goes still for a moment. You almost think he didn't hear you. Meanwhile, he's spiraling inside.

"It's my job, after all." He coughs, his voice suddenly dropping an octave in an almost comical attempt to sound cooler.

"Yeah, i know. It's just... it was really brave of you."

Thank god Keonho has that mask covering his face, or you'd see his cheeks turn beet red. "Don't worry about it."

"Hey, can I get a name to go with the face of my savior? Well, mask."

“It's Spiderman."

"You know, i think i could've figured that out by myself."

"Really? How?" the masked hero asks, tilting his head.

"Beats me." you shrug, your eyes scanning the suit that looks suspiciously like a giant spider.

You hesitantly step closer to your savior, your gaze lingering on his mask.

“I suppose you won't be revealing your identity, so...” you murmur softly, your fingers lifting the mask just enough to uncover his nose.

Your eyes instantly drift to his pouty lips. Where have you seen them before?

Instead, you gently press a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind the ghost of your lips.

“Thank you, Spider-Man,” you hum against his skin. His expression immediately shifts into one of pure excitement, making him smile like an idiot.

“Sure,” he says, his voice cracking slightly. “Anything for you– I mean, anything for a fellow civilian.” he coughs awkwardly, quickly correcting himself.

You frown in confusion. What does he mean by that?

“I'll get going now,” he says with a nod, pulling the mask back over his face.

Before you can utter another word, Spider!Keonho is already swinging toward the next building.

HOW TO SPOT A PERFORMATIVE MALE 101 02— martin edwards x reader

synopsis: the thing you hate most in this world, right alongside crying babies and the sound of nails scraping against a chalkboard, is performative males. and in your book, martin edwards is the perfect example: insufferable, self-righteous, and completely incapable of talking to a girl without letting his superiority complex show. so what happens when you'll need his help to get back at your asshole of an ex?

pairing: martin x fem!reader

parts: 01 02

(notes) fluff & humor fake dating, swearing, enemies to lovers if you squint hard enough, social media au, reader has mixed feelings ab martin, beef between ryul's gf and y/n (one sided), feat stella (h2h), ryul (lngshot) & martin (cortis), reader STILL thinks that martin is performative, martin folds FAST in front of a baddie, stella is the #1 ryul hater, inspired by my absolute hatred towards performative males & a real beef i've had irl😒😒

teengirl's note! hey teengirl nationnn 😋😋💐💐💐 it's the day after my birthday🎂🎂🎉 bro when i tell you i've had the best birthday ever and that this hasn't happened in AGES😭😭 i received so many amazing gifts (including a martin cardboard cutout 🙈🙈🙈🙈 i trained my bsfs so well ik ik) and ate SOOO much cake, maybe even more than i should have😅😅 aight in my defense it was a red velvet cake. who doesn't like red velvet cake???🤨🤨 but omg the party was so fun!!! i loved it☹️☹️☹️ and i'm pretty sure my friends did too, which makes me so happy🥹🥹 ALSO i'm writing this while getting ready because i have a graduation party in like 3 hours and my bsf has to pick me up, so i don't wanna be late👀👀👀 +++++++ i met one of my opps in front of the restaurant where i had my birthday dinner and SHE GAVE ME THE DIRTIEST LOOK EVERRR like okay😒😒 jealous much??🤣🤣 ion curr baby i'm still badder than you'll ever be🤫

anywaysss enough about me oki😣😣 i love y'all smmmm xxx🥹🧸🩷 teengirl out!!

☆ ──꒰synopsis꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ your boyfriend would do anything for you; that includes coming late to practice just to sleep in with you a little longer.

pairing: keonho x fem!reader

(notes) fluff. established relationship. keonho and reader are both idols. clingy!keonho. swearing (neither from keonho or reader). skinship/cuddling. kissing. wc: 0.7k

The sunlight pierces through the curtains, catching the dust hovering in your bedroom. Its golden halo bathes you in light as you sleep peacefully, while Keonho just stares. He takes in the slight rising of your chest as you breathed softly, your slightly parted lips, your flushed cheeks and the messy hair that falls on your face, which his fingers lightly brush away.

When your dear boyfriend, oh so tired from practicing all day, called you late in the evening asking if he could come over, you didn't have the heart to decline. Of course, him sleeping over wasn't planned.

His fingers hover on your cheek for a moment, grazing it in slow, light motions.

He can only think of a word to describe you right now— pretty. Pretty pretty pretty.

Times like this are the only ones where Keonho can stare at you shamelessly without getting teased by his friends (basically just Martin-hyung and Seonghyeon; Juhoon-hyung and James-hyung didn't really care... well, they did, they just didn't show it. which was good for him, by the way), so he indulges.

You stir in your sleep, pulling the covers higher in an attempt to shield yourself from the chill that seeped in from under the door. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you feel is the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s body beside you.

“keonho…” you call out to him, your voice still thick with sleep.

“what is it?” he replies with the most delicate tone you’ve ever heard.

His fingers absentmindedly trace shapes along your arm, but they freeze the moment you turn around and your eyes meet.

“what time is it..?” you mutter, scratching your eyes.

He picks up his phone from the nightstand; “almost 9AM.”

“shouldn't you be at practice right now? james might scold you for being late again”

“nah, it's whatever” he hums.

Keonho reaches for your hand and brings it to his face, pressing his cheek against your palm as if he can't get enough of your touch.

"you're gonna get us in trouble" you sigh, though there's no real conviction behind your words. Your thumb strokes his cheek gently, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"i don't care"

Before you can reply, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and pulls you closer, his arms tightening around your waist. A quiet laugh escapes you as your fingers find their way into his hair, combing through the soft strands.

For an instant, the world seems to slow down.

Moments like these are rare. Between packed schedules, endless practices, and the constant fear of being recognized, neither of you gets to enjoy each other's company as often as you'd like. Getting caught would be a nightmare; but somehow, that risk has never been enough to keep you apart.

Keonho suddenly lifts his head, his wide, boba eyes finding yours.

"what?" you chuckle, cupping his face between your hands.

Instead of answering, he leans closer until the only things separating you are mere inches. For a while, neither of you moves, lost in each other's gaze. Then, as naturally as breathing, your lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss.

You both don't seem eager to pull away; not even when Keonho's phone starts ringing. And ringing. And ringing again.

With a groan, he finally reaches for it and answers.

"hello?"

"keonho, where the fuck are you?!" James' voice blasts through the speaker.

"good morning to you too, hyung."

"don't pull that shit with me. you have ten minutes to get to practice or i'm kicking your ass."

"alright, alright. i'm coming..."

The call ends before he can say anything else.

"he sounds pissed" you hum.

"yeah, you heard him" he sighs.

"you should probably get going, then"

"but i don't want tooo" keonho whines, immediately burying his face in your neck again.

A laugh escapes you. "come on, you big baby."

You gently take his face in your hands and press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "i'll see you later, yeah?"

For a second, Keonho just stares, completely starstruck. The only response he manages is a small nod. God, he is so hopelessly in love with you.

You watch as he scrambles to get ready in record time. Just before stepping out the door, you call out for him one last time. "oh, and baby?"

"yeah?" he turns around.

"i love you, bye."

The words leave your mouth so casually that it takes him a bit to process them.

"i love you too."

And judging by the dumbfounded smile on his face as he leaves, he really does.