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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous: could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too,

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as strands of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Better

Idol: Loona

Warning: bullying, physical abuse

If anyone told you that being a part of a successful girl group at such a young age would be terrifying, you wouldn't have believed them right off the bat. When your dreams of becoming an idol came, your focus was simply on being able to achieve said dream and nothing else.

But now, as you lay on the cold floor, covering your head with your arms just to avoid it from getting hit by your fellow classmates, you would have taken a step back and actually thought about it.

Why they were so upset with you, you never truly understood. When you were announced as Loona's final member and maknae, though you were only younger than Yeojin by a few months, various people from your school have shown complete displeasure, even those who didn't know you. Your friends, whom you believed you could trust, ended up turning their backs on you due to not telling them, having only one left, but even she was too afraid of the bullying to do anything about it and just ended up watching from the side and apologizing to you when no one else was around.

The bullying started off with insults, people telling you that you weren't good enough to be in the group. But after a while, things got worse and you ended up being shoved in the halls, or even locked in a room. None of the teachers were aware because the students were able to hide it so well and you didn't want to get into trouble, so your excuse every time was because you were just a clumsy person. It was worrying, but you had no choice.

No one knew. Not even the girls. They all believed that you really were just clumsy, so they always had a first aid kit ready in the dorm just in case you needed it, but the look Haseul or Heejin would send you from time to time showed that they were a bit confused and didn't wholly buy your story.

"Do everyone a favor and leave! Jeez, you can't even sing or dance without looking like a weirdo." One of your classmates spat, delivering one harsh kick to your stomach as you curled up on the floor until they were finally satisfied.

Tears fell from your eyes as you closed them tight, hoping suppress the sob that was fighting to come out. As their footsteps fade away, you slowly look up, wincing as the small movement caused pain to flare through your body. You bit your lip as you forced yourself to sit up, one arm wrapping around your stomach while the other reaches for your bags and spilled items.

You slowly began to fix everything before looking down at yourself. Your uniform was covered in dirt, but luckily you had a jacket to cover that until you were able to change your clothes.

Arriving at the dorm later than you usually would, you peeked inside, your bag in your hand as you quietly entered, doing your best to not make a sound and notify anyone about your presence. You were able to walk towards your room, but when the door opened, your heart sank at seeing Jinsoul and Hyunjin inside.

"Y/n!" The blonde hopped out of bed and you braced yourself when she ran over to engulf you into one of her hugs. The moment her body collided with yours, you felt like screaming due to the pain that was washing over your body, and Hyunjin's brows raised as she noted the grimace on your face, but you had pulled away from the older girl and plastered a smile, dropping your bag on the floor as you walked to your closet and grabbed some clothes to change into. "How was school?"

The question made you pause for a split second before you mustered your best smile. "It was great! My friends and I had a lot of fun." You grinned, clothes in hand as you headed for the door. "I'm just going to get changed, unnie. Be right back." You didn't even wait for a reply as you exited the room, shutting the door behind you and letting out a trembling exhale while tears pooled your vision.

With your back against the door, you slid down until you sat on the floor, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to keep your sobs muffled. Your entire body was aching and moving made it worse. When you undid the buttons of your uniform to check, you could see the various yellow and purple patches on your skin, others looking older and were healing, but there was much more fresh bruises.

You figured that a showered would be the best to make it feel better, but it could only do so much. As soon as you were done, you threw on a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, making sure that no bruises were visible, before making your way back and then carefully laying down with an exhale. You didn’t realize it then, but you were far more tired than you thought you really were. So, when your head hit the pillows, you were out like a light.

Tapping your nail lightly against the desk, you kept stealing glances at your watch, wanting time to go quickly just so you could leave. You could already feel eyes on you, but you refused to give them any form of attention because as soon as you were let out, you grabbed your things and then darted out of the classroom to head to the dorm.

It was finally break and you wouldn’t have to suffer from all the torment your schoolmates have been giving you and you could focus on your group and members.

But just before you could exit the school grounds, someone had grabbed your backpack from behind and yanked you backwards, causing you to stumble and land on the floor with a yelp.

“Aww, leaving so soon?” One of the bullies clicked their tongue while shaking their head. “We won’t see each other for a while.” Another taunted and you felt your heart jump to your throat as they closed in on you. Instantly, your eyes shut tight as you waited for them to start hitting you, but just as one was about to kick you, a voice stopped them.

“Y/n?”

All heads turned to the source of sound and you looked up, seeing Yeojin, Yerim, and Hyejoo all standing by the gates and looking at the scene in confusion.

One of your bullies quickly helped you up, plastering a fake smile as they patted your clothes, a little too harsh, and then patting your back. “Aish, you’re so clumsy.” They laughed before greeting the three, much more relaxed after sending you a pointed look.

“Are these your friends?” Yerim asked with a bright smile and you cautiously stepped away from the group. “We are! Y/n has been really clumsy so we make sure to look after her.” The leader of the group explained as you kept quiet, too afraid to speak up while Hyejoo took your arm and hugged it against her chest.

The other two smiled while nodding and then bowed their heads. “Thank you so much! We know that Y/n can get really clumsy at times, so thank you for taking care of her when we aren’t there.” Yeojin wasn’t the same school as you, but it wasn’t too far either. There were times that you would go home together, but since the bullying became more physical, you started to lessen that just so she wouldn’t see the damage you were receiving.

The seven people were able to ask the girls for pictures with you being the one to take them since they were able to reason that they spend every day with you and your members didn’t find anything suspicious about it, minus the frown that Hyejoo wore when she had to let go of you.

“They seem nice.” Yerim chirped as you all finally started to walk back to the dorms. The encounter left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you did well to cover it up. “Yeah, but unnie, you didn’t tell me you would be picking me up.” You tell them and Yeojin smiles. “We know that today is when your break starts, so we wanted to fetch you so we could all go home together.” She explained while you nodded your head in understanding.

The walk back reminded you of the earlier days you would walk with Yeojin. Of course, the members would pick you up every now and then when they had the time, but you also insisted that it wasn’t necessary for them to do so.

“Why haven’t you ever told us about your friends?” Hyejoo asked mindlessly before she felt you stiffening next to her. Since she had reclaimed your arm, she was clearly able to notice the shift in you. “Uh, I didn’t really think it was important.” You mutter and she narrows her eyes at you when you try to avoid her piercing gaze. Thankfully, the other two didn’t think too much of it and waved it off. “We don’t have to know every person Y/n spends time with.” Yeojin waved her hand.

“Yeah, at least we can trust that people are looking out for her.” Yerim says happily when she took your other hand, skipping next to you and relaxing you a little bit. Hyejoo wasn’t too convinced, but she let it slide when she did notice how you weren’t comfortable talking about it.

“Let’s try one more time.” Jungeun says after finishing another run of the choreography. She shot you a look when you tried to stretch your arms and legs. “Y/n, you were a bit stiff than usual. Are you alright?” She asked softly and you shot her a smile. “I’m alright, sorry. Just a little tired.” You explained and she nods while giving you a tiny pat on the head.

Though the bruises were healing, some of them were still too painful because of how hard your classmates hit you a few days ago. It was only the second day of your break, so it was understandable that your body was still sore from all the beating. Thankfully, the ones on your shoulders have healed up and the only ones left were on your back, hips, and stomach. Since you were able to keep those areas covered, you were a little more calm about any of the girls finding out.

“From the top!”

You all went over the dance again as instructed and you tried to tolerate the pain as you moved in a certain way. When you had to hunch over though, you weren’t aware of how your shirt had ridden up enough to show one of the darker bruises. And Sooyoung, since she was the person standing behind you, caught sight of it and immediately stopped dancing.

She broke from the formation and went to stop the music, causing everyone to stop as well before she’s pulling you aside, a serious look on her face. “What happened?” She demanded and you looked like a deer in headlights while staring at her. “I... got the step wrong?” You tried to guess, but she wasn’t having it as she pointed to your side, where she saw the bruise. “Y/n, I know that you’re clumsy, so what happened this time?”

You weren’t quick enough when she reached forward to lift your shirt. The gasp that came from her lips made you flinch and Sooyoung felt her blood run cold when she lifted the front part of your shirt to see more of the bruises that scattered across your skin.

“I-I can explain!” You were trying to think of any possible lies that could cover the fact that your entire torso was painted in bruises, but because of Sooyoung’s voice growing louder in volume, the rest of the girls came looking over. “Okay.” She huffed. “Tell me what could have possibly caused this and be an accident.” Her tone was sharp and you know that there was no getting out of this with the way she looked at you.

Jinsoul walked closer with a frown, resting her hand on your shoulder. “What’s going on?” She asked carefully and Sooyoung kept her eyes on you. “That’s what I want to know, too.” She was waiting for your explanation, and seeing how all eyes were now on you, you know that lying wasn’t an option.

So with a shaky breath, you lowered your head, looking like a child who had been caught stealing cookie from the cookie jar. “I got them from school.” You cringed and crossed your arms. “... my classmates did it.”

Hearing the last part made Sooyoung’s blood run cold while Jinsoul looked even more confused. “Jinsoul, can you get the first aid kit, please. And some ice.” Sooyoung breathed out as she took your hand and made you sit down on one of the chairs. The blonde did as told, coming back with the first aid kit and Heejin was tailing after her with a cold water bottle. “We don’t have any ice right now, so hopefully this is okay.” She said while Sooyoung thanked them and then turned to you.

“Up.”

You wanted to argue, but the stern look she was giving you made it impossible. So, with much hesitance, you slowly lifted your shirt to show more than what she had just seen and the other two gasped. Sooyoung inhaled sharply at the sight and she looked at your face while her fingers gently traced over the lighter bruises, not wanting to hurt you more.

“Your classmates did this?” Jinsoul demanded when she knelt in front of you while Sooyoung began to apply some of the ointment on your stomach. “Your classmates?” Since this was her first time hearing this, Heejin ended up shouting when she took in your form. Her eyes swept across your stomach, only to see that more trailed toward your back, covered by your shirt.

While the three girls fussed over you, the rest of Loona walked over to see what the commotion was about, only for them to have the same reactions as Sooyoung and Jinsoul. “How long has this been going on?” Kahei, being one of the eldest, questioned, worry written all over her face as you failed to meet any of their worried looks.

“A while.” You mumbled and Chaewon frowned when she pursed her lips. “How long is a while?” She pressed further and Hyunjin reached forward, looking at you for permission when she grabbed the back of your shirt and you reluctantly nodded. It was better to get this over with.

Seeing more bruises on your back made their stomach churn and Sooyoung was doing her best to stop herself from bursting. “Y/n, who did this and why?” Jiwoo asked when she cupped your face. “She said it was her classmates.” Jinsoul tells them, pressing the cold bottle to one of the harsher looking bruise.

“You mean those kids we saw when we fetched you from school?” Yeojin asked in surprise and Haseul looked to you and then the three other girls. “I thought you said they were your friends?” Yerim asked softly when Sooyoung shifted to get the rest of your bruises. “I didn’t say that...” You reply with a frown and Hyejoo clicks her tongue.

“I knew something was up with them.” She sneered and Chaewon looked at her best friend in confusion. “When we got to Y/n’s school, we saw them around Y/n, but they said that she just fell over and that they were helping her.” She explained what happened that day and the girls listened intently.

By the time Sooyoung was done, she put everything aside before she’s looking at you square in the face. “I want to know the whole story. Seeing that there are older bruises, this isn’t the first time.” She tells you, and judging by the looks on everyone else’s faces, they want to hear it as well.

And you did. You told them from start to present how your schoolmates have been mocking you for being a part of the group and how your classmates started actually hurting you ever since your comeback. Hearing everything as you desperately tried to hold back your tears made them feel horrible for not noticing sooner, but Sooyoung, Hyejoo, and Jungeun were furious when they found out.

“We need you to move to a different school.” Haseul said after you finished your explanation. She was not pleased with what she had heard and there was no way she would sit by and wait for you to get hurt again. “I agree. I know that you wouldn’t want to report them, but I think transferring is the best.” Jiwoo agreed while watching you.

“But what if the other school is just as bad?” Your question made their heart hurt, knowing that this experience has probably traumatized you because of how afraid you were to speak up. But they would make sure that they could protect you this time around.

“Vivi unnie and I will talk with your principal about it, and if necessary, we’ll have our manager with us.” Haseul explained before Sooyoung took over. “You can enroll in Yeojin’s school. Since you’re in the same grade, it’ll be okay.” She states while said girl nodded her head. “No one is mean there, and they really love you.” She said reassuringly while you look at her carefully.

Jinsoul held you gently, rubbing your arm to comfort you as you leaned more into her. “We’ll settle this whole thing out.” Hyunjin tells you and even with your fears, you believe them, knowing that your members were serious with the current matter.

“Y/n, you’ll be okay. I promise that nothing like this will ever happen to you again.” Sooyoung tells you after she was able to calm herself down with Jungeun. Chaewon and Yerim were currently trying to talk some sense into Hyejoo because she was too busy trying to look through your school photos since she hadn’t bothered remembering your ‘friends’ names.

“Next time, if you’re still too scared, come to me.” Sooyoung told you when you stood up. “Okay.” You say softly and she smiles before running her fingers through your hair. “Good girl. For now, you can rest until you’re feeling better.” She tells you before pecking your cheek and then Heejin gave you a gentle hug.

As everyone went into formation, Haseul and Hyejoo walked off to talk to your manager and Yeojin cast you another look, where you gave her a small smile and nodded to her. She smiled sweetly before blowing you a kiss as they started the dance again.

Though you had initially planned on avoiding the topic until school ended, this alternative helped take a huge weight off your shoulders as your members promised you that they would be there for you from now on. Of course, Hyejoo made it apparent that she was willing to throw anyone who dared to hurt you, the scarier person was her partner. Because even when Chaewon was quiet about it, the anger was clear as day in her eyes and if she ever had the chance of seeing any of your bullies, there was no way you would be able to convince both of them.

Sooyoung, later that night, made sure to stick by you as you all went to a restaurant to eat and then headed back to the dorms after. Since you were the youngest in the group, her protectiveness towards you was ten times worse compared to everyone else, but you had no problem about that.

Being the maknae may have meant that you would constantly be teased, but it also meant that your members would baby you as much as they wanted, and you were okay with that.

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spaceskam · 4 years

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A series of napping for @angsty-aliens ❤️

2008

“Um. Hey.”

Michael opened his right eye to see Alex Manes standing in the doorway. He’d spoken to the guy approximately four times in his life, all to ask for a pencil because Michael consistently had none and Alex consistently had 20.

But now he was staring at him while he was trying to nap.

“Do you need something?” Michael asked. Alex blinked at him and looked around before looking back at Michael.

“What are you doing?”

Michael sighed, tucking his backpack beneath his head more. “Trying to take a nap.”

“In the music room? In the middle of the day?” Alex asked. Michael just huffed and ignored him. It was silent for awhile and then the door closed, so Michael thought he’d left. Except footsteps got closer and Michael opened his eyes to see Alex joining him in the corner behind the raised stands.

“What are you doing?” Michael asked, a slow smirk finding his face as Alex gracefully sat down and then shrugged his backpack off. He put it beside Michael and laid down. They were face to face.

“Trying to take a nap,” he answered. He wasn’t smiling, just raised a challenging eyebrow. His face said ‘say something, I dare you’.

“Okay,” Michael agreed softly. Alex crossed his arms and closed his eyes. Michael stared and Alex knew he was staring and neither of them said anything because this didn’t feel like something you spoke about.

Michael was fucked.

2011

“Gotta warn you, man, a guy came in saying he knew you and didn’t really take no for an answer. He’s in your room.”

Alex’s eyes widened as Lawrence said the words so, so casually.

“You let some random guy into my room?” Alex hissed. Lawrence looked at him like he’d lost it.

“Yeah, man, chill, no one’s after you,” Lawrence said. But the fact of the matter was Alex was fucking around more and more with hacking into things he shouldn’t. He was still learning, he could’ve fucked up. Someone very dangerous could be waiting for him and knowing he knew shit he shouldn’t.

“Was he Russian?” Alex asked even quieter, pulling his gun from it’s holster. Lawrence just eyed him even more.

“No, American, you fucking weirdo,” Lawrence said, shaking his head as he focused back on the game he was playing. Still, Alex held the gun up and slowly made his way towards his room.

His heart was pounding in his ears and he stopped right before he opened it, questioning if he should put the gun away and play dumb. But he knew if he’d fucked up enough for them to be here, it meant he’d fucked up enough to not completely hide his identity and they were certain it was him and not Lawrence. The gun stayed up.

Alex gently kicked the door open and went in gun first. Possibly a bad choice, but he was firm about this decision. He was prepared for a fight, adrenaline pumping in his veins as he prepared to be attacked upon entrance.

And instead he found a body in his bed.

Alex dropped the gun the moment he recognized those curls and those muddy cowboy boots on the floor. Michael laid sound asleep, his face all scrunched up like he was angry about whatever dream he was having. It made Alex smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, though he knew he wasn’t going to get a response. He put his gun on the dresser and locked the door behind him, leaning against it to calm down. Alex smiled.

Michael was laying on top of the blankets, mouth parted with drool in the corner of his mouth and probably staining Alex pillow. His clothes all looked soft from years of use, holes in his jeans and in his t-shirt. His shirt was riding up just a bit, revealing a small patch of skin that looked good enough to taste.

Once the adrenaline of thinking he was about to be gunned down went away, Alex kicked his shoes off and stripped off his stiff uniform jacket before crawling up behind him. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and hugged him so tight that he heard a soft squeak before those beautiful eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked again, pressing a soft kiss beneath his ear.

“Well, I was trying to sleep, but I got rudely woken up,” Michael said, voice gravelly with sleep and it sounded like home. Alex smiled wider and breathed in the sweet smell of the fancy shampoo Isobel had gotten him. Alex had on good authority that he only used it when he knew he’d be around Alex.

“I missed you,” Alex said, nuzzling up closer. Michael sleepily pat his hand that was pressed to his stomach.

“Well I drove 14 hours to see you, so I’m glad,” Michael said, “Now I’m tired.”

“Okay,” Alex whispered, pressing his smile into Michael’s shoulder, “Go to sleep.”

They both slept until dinner.

2014

“Fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything!”

“Aw, does someone need a nap?”

Michael spun around to see Alex playfully pouting in the doorway, arms crossed and looking fucking fantastic in his uniform. He had to blink a few times to register it.

“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone before hanging up. He can deal with Isobel’s caterer later. “Alex.”

“I got a nifty little invitation to one Isobel Evans’ wedding,” Alex said, walking further into the ballroom that was decorated for the reception. Michael gulped. They had gotten into a fight last time they saw each other three months prior and they hadn’t spoke sense. “I didn’t know she knew about us.”

“Uh,” Michael fumbled, trying to piece together the fact they were technically still in a fight and yet Alex had come all this way, “She doesn’t.”

“Well, she must have a idea since she invited me,” he said, stepping up to Michael completely, “Listen, I’m sorry about last time.”

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve have gotten angry at you for wanting to re-enlist. It’s your life,” Michael said, bowing his head. Alex grabbed his hand.

“No, it’s our life,” he said which was enough to make Michael’s stomach drop and his heart skip a beat, “And you deserve better than me just deciding things for you. Listen, I’m in town for two days, can we talk about it?”

“Yes,” Michael said without hesitation. Alex smiled and moved in for a kiss that ended in Michael just going in for a hug. He needed that hug. He needed Alex.

“Okay, now, who were you bitching at on the phone?” Alex asked. Michael huffed and decided not to move from the comfort of Alex’s arms.

“The caterer. They said they got the order wrong or something and they’re not bringing any vegetarian option. I have to bitch at them until they do because I know for a fact I order vegetarian options,” Michael rambled. Alex chuckled and rubbed his back.

“How about this,” Alex suggested, pulling Michael out of the ballroom and into the massive back foyer. There was a fainting couch sitting against the wall and beneath a large painting. Alex dropped himself onto it and Michael dropped himself onto Alex. “You take a nap–the bags under your eyes have bags so don’t fight me–and I’ll handle it. Give me your phone.”

Michael gave it up willingly and snuggled up close, his eyes closing. He hadn’t gotten more than a couple hours a night since he and Alex had fought. Maybe he could actually steal a couple hours before he had to be at the rehearsal.

He dozed off to the sound of Alex insisting that chicken only just wouldn’t do.

2017

“Hey.”

Alex stared at Michael across the room. He was partially hiding behind the door frame, looking childish and scared and slowly making Alex regret calling him. But he wanted to see him, so he pushed that regret away.

“I’m okay,” Alex assured, though he wasn’t entirely sure if it was the truth, “C'mere.”

Alex was posted up in the spare bedroom of his brother’s house. After he’d lost his leg, he had to have someone sign off saying they’d be there to help him adjust and that he wasn’t just going to try to do it on his own. That led to Kat, Greg’s wife, insisting that she play mommy. Those weren’t her exact words, but that’s how Alex heard them. He was too appreciative to be angry.

“You don’t have to look at it,” Alex promised as Michael hovered by the edge of the bed. Michael’s face contorted into something even more hurt, but he quickly sat beside Alex and took his hand in his.

“Oh, God, Alex, I’m not grossed out or scared of your leg,” Michael insisted, bottom lip quivering as he brought his hand to his lips, “I just… I hate that you’re hurting.”

“I’m a lot better. The scars are healed and I got fitted for a prosthetic yesterday. I’ll get back to normal,” Alex promised. He didn’t know if he was promising Michael or himself.

Michael shook his head and kissed his hand again. “None of that matters to me. As long as you’re safe.”

“I’m safe,” Alex promised. Michael let out a sigh of relief and moved forward, settling in bed beside Alex and putting his head on his shoulder. It was the most Alex had relaxed in weeks.

“I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you before this,” Michael whispered

“I didn’t really want you to,” Alex admitted. Michael snuggled closer.

“Does it still hurt?”

“It’s mainly just sore. But I’m also on painkillers still.”

“When do you stop those?”

“When I run out of this bottle. I only take ‘em when I need 'em.” Michael squeezed his hand.

They sat in silence until sleep took over. Too many hours were spent apart. It didn’t matter that it was noon.

2020

“The baby is asleep and I’m going to kill you if you don’t put that down.”

Michael looked innocently up at Alex who had his hands on his hips in the most motherly way. They had gotten the task of babysitting the littlest Ortecho, 6 month old Illiana. Liz needed a break, so they agreed to watch her for two whole days.

Now Alex had turned into a sleep deprived mom.

“Put what down?” Michael asked.

“That,” Alex said, gesturing to the towel Michael was folding, “I hate how you fold them.”

Michael blinked up at him. “Since when?”

“Since I went into the bathroom this morning and half of them were folded into squares and the other half were folded into rectangles,” Alex explained. Michael slowly put the towel down and decided he’d fold them again once Illiana was back with her parents. “Okay, now move the basket off the couch.”

“Alex–”

“Just do it.”

Michael did as he said and prepared to get angry at him for being bossy, but Alex didn’t really make that an option.

“Now lay down.”

“What?” Michael asked. Alex just raised a challenging eyebrow. Michael laid down on the couch.

“Spread your legs,” Alex continued to instruct and Michael smirked.

“There’s a baby in the next room.”

“Will you just do as I say?”

“Yes, Sir,” Michael agreed happily, spreading his legs as he was told.

He was expecting some more bossiness to occur alongside X-Rated nudity, but instead got a whole body on top of his. Alex laid his cheek over Michael’s heart and his hips fit securely between the space his legs had left open.

“I thought this was going a different direction,” Michael chuckled, wrapping his arms around him nonetheless.

“Rule one of parenting: nap when the baby naps.”

“Yes, Sir,” Michael agreed again.

This was way better than folding towels.

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Well, It’s All An Adventure *Peter Parker x Reader*

Requested: since requests are open: could you possibly do a spider-man x male! reader that includes the spider-man kiss? (also I greatly appreciate the fact you write for male readers bc there’s so few out there and my gay ass heart is in love with peter parker 💖💖💖)

Pairing: Peter Parker x (M) Reader

Warnings: so much fluff

Word Count: 1676

A/N: I had so much writing this- mostly because I listened to the greatest showman soundtrack- this heavily inspired by Tightrope from that album because it gives me so many feels!!!

I kinda want to do a small series based upon every song from The Greatest Showman soundtrack, let me know if that’s something I should consider. It’ll be Peter Parker x Gender neutral reader but, I don’t know, I think it could be really cool to do a series where each part is based on a song from the soundtrack; just an idea! - Rosalie

Your mind was racing with a million thoughts. Trying to find that pivotal moment that changed your whole life, your whole existence, your whole being but you couldn’t place it so simply. Maybe it was because it wasn’t one moment, it was a million different ones that led you here. It’s exciting and different, yet terrifying and stupid at the same time.

You had allowed someone to walk in your life and show you a world so amazing, so enticing and different, so new and wonderful. It’s intoxicating how life can be when viewed so differently. How someone can make every normal day feel like an adventure, even if it’s just staying at home.

You guessed this is what it feels like to love someone.

He had shown you wonderful things, beautiful things. How he sees the world and people, he really opened your eyes and mind. The uncertainty stuck with you though, the never sure if he’ll catch you if you should fall- not physically because he could, it’s his job to save and his speciality is catching people with his webs.

Peter Parker was an enigma to you, emotion wise. He showed you breathtaking views, he helplessly stuttered around you, and shyly smile and blush around you. He just never acted on his emotions around you, it was cute at first but now you want Peter Parker to have Spider-Man’s confidence. You had seen him be so effortlessly confident as his alter-ego, but Peter was so cripplingly shy and you loved, plus hated it about him.

You were walking a tightrope with him, high in the sky. Sure he was holding your hand but there was a nagging, the slight slip that you could fall and he wouldn’t hold on, he’d let you go and it was terrifying.

All thoughts were ceased when a loud clap of thunder startled you, you looked up in time to see dark clouds had rolled over and the beginning of a thunderstorm was happening. Droplets of rain started to drip down, a few landing in your hair. You had forgotten a jacket too, you sighed as you slung your backpack over your back and began to walk faster.

The rain poured down, soaking through your white tee and jeans, your hair stuck to your forehead. Your shoes were getting ruined due to the number of puddles you stepped in, doing the only rational thing you stalked down an alleyway- a shortcut to your house. It didn’t really shield you from the rain but it would get you home quicker, and that was a good thing.

“You shouldn’t have forgotten a jacket,” a voice calls and you frown, turning to look over your shoulder but seeing an empty alley, a small tap on your shoulder made you turn back and jump in fright at the masked face in front of you.

“Fuckin’ hell!” You yell you could tell that Peter was grinning, he always had a smug grin whenever he manages to scare you. “Yeah, well, shut up!” You sighed, turning your head to the right because he was upside down and using a single web strand to hang down in front of you. “Aren’t you meant to be saving people?” You sighed slightly.

He shrugs to the best of his capabilities being upside down, “You look like you could use a little saving, to be honest.”

“I don’t think you can save me from my mind,” you say before you can think, you sighed because you can already tell he’s frowning. “It’s raining, I just want to go home.” You mutter and go to walk around but he lifts a hand, pressing it against your chest and stopping you, you don’t bother protesting because Peter wouldn’t allow you to walk off anyway. He’s silent, his small way of telling you to explain.

The rain picks up, ultimately soaking you both more and you push the hair off of your forehead, shivering at the coldness of the rain. “I like someone, a guy, and I know for a fact he likes me because he refuses to let me go home even though it’s raining,” that receives a small chuckle from him, “But I don’t want to fully fall without actually knowing if he’ll be there to catch me, it’s all an adventure till it goes wrong.” You shrugged slightly, looking away.

You listen to the rain hit the alleyway floor, creating pools of puddles and splashing against the walls. The rain hit the trash cans creating a loud, vibrating sound through the alley; despite the loudness, it was calming and the cold rain helped calm your heated skin.

Something wet grabs a hold of your wrist, you glance to see one of Peter’s gloved hands is pulling you slightly closer to him and you step silently. Your feet now standing in a puddle, you don’t care as you frown at the closeness between you and masked Peter who is still, somehow, hanging upside down.

“I don’t want to pressure him either,” you mutter, a faint whisper into the rainy air, “don’t want him to think he has to declare his undying love for me or whatever, just want to know we’re on the same page.”

He still doesn’t say anything as he drops your wrist, using the same hand that once held yours and using it to lift the mask from around his chin and to his nose. You frown for a moment, watching as he doesn’t pull the mask fully off. Before you can speak again he tugs you closer, holding the back of your neck and connecting your lips to his.

You’re shocked for a second, not thinking for a moment that this would happen. Your eyes close instinctively, smiling despite how weird of a first kiss this seems to be. Him upside down, wet hand holding the back of your neck, your own cupping his cheeks. It’s mostly your upper lip trapped between his, yet it’s perpetual bliss. Even as the rain pours over the two of you, you forget about how cold you feel and instead sink into the feeling of Peter’s lips, finally, against your own.

You hear a faint beeping from his suit, a beep that you know all too well. You can feel that Peter is trying to ignore it, trying to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, even if you are drenched from the rain but that doesn’t seem to bother him either as he continues to kiss you in it. You try to pull away, he only pulls you back in for more causing you to chuckle.

“Go!” You mutter against his mouth, he pulls away enough for you to lift the mask back up and cover his mouth, stopping him from getting carried away again. “Go, so I can finally go home.” He chuckles, nodding once and swinging himself up and away from you.

You shake your head and continue your way home in an almost dream-like state, before you know it you’re back home and rushing upstairs to find some dry clothing. Pulling on a jumper and joggers, picking up the heavy, wet clothing and placing them in the dryer. It’s only when you hear the dryer rattling that the events settle in.

Peter Parker had just kissed you, in the rain, dressed as Spider-Man and upside down. You let out a light chuckle at that, grabbing a towel and drying your now messy hair with it, sighing contently at your house now warming you up but the bubbling warmth of Peter’s kiss had helped with that too. You fall back on your bed, letting the towel lay messily on your floor as you stare at the ceiling.

You end up falling asleep, only awakening when you hear your window being opened and closed- rather loudly. You turn your head to see Peter, wearing a dark hoodie and jeans, he gives a look around your darkroom before seeing you laying on your stomach looking at him with raised eyebrows. He looks exceptionally cute with his little, shy smile and hands in the hoodie pocket.

“You didn’t answer my texts,” he whispers and holds his phone to your face, the blinding light has you squinting.

“I’m asleep,” you mutter, “I mean, I fell asleep!”

Peter rolls his eyes, “I can see that now.” He nudges you, you roll over to the other side of the twin bed that’s pressed up against a wall but you dragged the pillow with you. “Hey, that’s meant to be my pillow!” he whines.

“Do you live in this bed?” You asked raising an eyebrow, hugging that pillow and resting your head on the other pillow with a grin.

He pouts and shakes his head, “No but my boyfriend does!” He says smoothly causing you to choke on the air you breathed and cough loudly, rather attractively too.

You regain your breathing, smacking him lightly as he laughs. His head thumping down on the mattress, dramatically turning to face you and using his hands as a makeshift pillow.

“I have something to tell you,” you mumble seriously, “I kissed another guy.” He frowns, a look of utter betrayal shoots across his face. “Yeah, this weirdo Spider-Man like, totally, stopped me in an alley and wouldn’t let me leave till I kissed him. It was raining, so I had to do it!” Relief crosses his face now, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “You should beat him up.”

“Well, I have something to tell you I am Spider-Man,” he says dramatically and you gasp loudly, sitting up and smacking the pillow on his face, very hard. “Ow!”

He removes the pillow as you fake anger, “I cannot believe you didn’t tell me!” He laughs causing you to chuckle.

Laying back down beside him as he places the pillow behind his head, you hesitantly rest your head on his chest; despite being in this exact position thousands of times before, this time feels different, maybe it’s because he called you his boyfriend a moment ago but it feels safer somehow. You both lay in silence, you listening to his heartbeat and Peter playing with your hair.

You hear the rain had started again, pattering against your window and you smile slightly to yourself.

A small part of you wished Peter could mind read, your mind repeating the words ‘i love you’ over and over with every tap of rain against the window.

(I don’t know why I ended it the way I did, it’s kinda a rambled mess at the end. I hope people like this, I tried really hard to make it cute and fluffy, I haven’t done a request in a while /: - Rosalie)

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