#his hair got more wavy I think that's a plus

[kyuhu]

Laughing because even after 10 years I still do the giant eyes sfdasgf

#I'll delete this later #I just noticed this #I went crazy with the blurring tool on the old art haha #his hair got more wavy I think that's a plus #also glad I toned down the very rectangular face shape #pats myself on the shoulder sdfghdfh #I drew the old art with the drawing function on the snipping tool and colored it in paint.net #how desperate have I been

[steddielations]

nsfw, actor eddie, hair and makeup artist steve, sub top

The downside of Eddie having a bunch of tattoos is that he has to sit in the makeup trailer longer than anyone else getting them covered, along with his character’s makeup. 

The plus side is he gets more time with Steve. 

They have this game. It started on Eddie’s first day. He was all wired up with nerves because it’s his first time in a lead role on a big production like this.

Every nightmare scenario of how he could screw up was running through his mind. He couldn’t sit still enough for Steve to give him the wavy hair and facial scars that his character has. 

Eddie kept apologizing and Steve was great about it. He asked Eddie about the heart on his arm with “Wayne” across the ribbon and distracted Eddie from over-practicing his lines, busy telling Steve all about his uncle who raised him and where they’re from. 

Eddie killed it on set that day, and pretty much every day since then. He loves acting, he loves fully immersing himself in the story he’s telling. This role is the biggest of his career so far, but it’s not even about that, he loves the character he’s playing, he meshes well with the director and has chemistry with his co-stars.

But Steve is his favorite part of this whole deal.

Eddie ran out of tattoos for their little game of telling Steve the story behind a different one every day. They never ran out of things to talk about though.

But Steve takes his job seriously and he’s good at it. He explained once why he likes doing this. It’s an art, getting the right look for the right character, or the right person, connecting with and taking care of whoever’s in his chair.

He explained it all while he was running his fingers through Eddie’s hair in those perfectly practiced strokes. Steve’s very good at his job, that’s why it feels so nice when he touches Eddie, even if it’s just work, because Steve cares about this. That’s why it’s easy for Eddie to be lulled into bliss when Steve’s fingers are so gentle on his scalp.

And, okay Eddie’s not made of stone, and he has eyes so he has a thing for Steve. A crush, but there’s a line there. This is work. They’re co-workers, despite how many pretty smiles and lingering looks are exchanged. Eddie won’t cross that line.

Until he does. 

It’s an accident. He never would have done it on purpose. 

Steve’s fingers are just so talented. Eddie’s eyes are closed, he was having another fit of nerves earlier so Steve took extra time with his hair. It put Eddie in a space so relaxed that he feels like he’s floating when Steve’s hand twists in his hair with the perfect amount of tension. It feels so intentional. The moan just slips out.

Eddie apologizes like crazy afterward, he feels terrible. Steve is a picture of professionalism, he’s charming and fun but he runs the makeup trailer like it's the navy and he takes his shit seriously and Eddie crossed a line. 

But Steve just shushes him, guides him to sit back in the chair and says it’s alright. 

Eddie blinks in disbelief but Steve just looks at him. 

It’s a look. 

A look that Eddie can’t stop thinking about for the rest of production.

It’s a look he sees again on his last day on set.

Eddie already shook everyone’s hands and said his goodbyes. He's just stopping by his trailer one last time to make sure the assistants got all his stuff cleared out. 

When he opens the door, his stomach flips, finding Steve waiting inside for him.

“You wrapped filming today,” Steve says in place of a greeting. But his smile and the way his arm is languidly stretched over the back of the couch is inviting. 

Something tells Eddie to lock the door before he goes over to sit next to Steve.

His gaze is even more intense up close. Eddie feels Steve’s eyes on him everywhere, like he’s just eating Eddie up. 

“Yeah, I did,” Eddie says, a tad nervous.

He doesn't want to make a move he can’t take back in case he’s wrong about why Steve’s in his trailer looking at him like that. He doesn’t want to be one of those douchebag movie stars that assumes everyone wants him and he has a free pass to hit on the crew. He’s sure Steve’s had enough of that bullshit.

“We don’t work together anymore,” Steve simply states.

“I know, it sucks,” Eddie laughs a bit sad because he really is, “Sorry if it’s weird to say, but I’m gonna miss you.”

Steve’s eyes shift between Eddie’s and then down to his lips, making his heart stutter in his chest.

“No it’s a good thing,” Steve says and Eddie’s brows knit in confusion. “It means I can do this finally.”

Eddie thinks he’s watching his daydreams play out the way Steve starts leaning in. 

It’s only real when Steve’s lips press softly to his.

Just once, so light, long enough for Eddie to catch on that it’s happening, then Steve pulls back before Eddie can reciprocate.

Steve chuckles faintly at the dramatic frown Eddie’s pulling. 

Then Steve’s hand cups Eddie’s cheek, his thumb stroking Eddie’s face as he tells him, “We can stop there and keep it professional and say our goodbyes. Or I can climb on your lap and give you something to remember me by.”

Eddie gulps. Steve’s offer and his silky voice and his perfect touch that Eddie’s already so addicted to is such a heady mix, making it hard to form words. “Yes, climb me— I mean, option B.”

“Yeah, honey, you want that?” God, Eddie always blushed hot when Steve called him that casually in the makeup trailer, now he’s melting hearing Steve say it like this. “Well, go on and take your pants off for me.”

It happens in a syrupy warm blur. Eddie sheds his jeans and underwear like he’s told and he’s rewarded with a gorgeously naked Steve Harrington in his lap. He’s allowed to touch, only after Steve has threaded his fingers through Eddie’s hair more reverently than any time before, like something precious in his hands, and kisses Eddie deep and hard. 

Then Eddie gets to nuzzle the chest hair that’s been driving him crazy peeking out of Steve’s shirt every time he leaned over. Eddie gets to touch Steve’s soft strong thighs, feeling the smatter of hair leading up to his ass that’s been driving Eddie even more insane trying not to stare at. Then he slips his fingers in and moans into Steve’s mouth when he feels the hard bulb of a plug nestled inside Steve.

Steve pulls back from the kiss, smiling and smearing his thumb over the spit on Eddie’s lips. “Yeah, I’m so ready for you, Eddie, baby, you have no idea.”

Eddie’s practically drooling watching Steve take out the plug and get a bottle of lube from between the cushions and a condom, oiling up his hand. When his fist wraps around Eddie’s cock, Eddie helplessly bucks into it, but Steve’s solid thighs pin him down. That makes his mind lust-foggy and his eyes flutter up at Steve, who bites his lip watching Eddie as he lines up to his hole.

“Mm... you know how bad I wanted you?” Steve sounds relieved as he sinks down on Eddie’s cock. “You know how bad I wanted to climb on your lap when you were sitting in my chair. You know how starry-eyed you get when you’re drifting? Just from me touching your hair, so fucking cute.”

Eddie’s just a mess of moans, Steve is so hot and tight around him. It’s too much with all the sweet praise to really comprehend that Steve knew all those times he was getting spacy.

“It’s so easy to put you down.” Steve’s breath comes harder, not letting Eddie move as he starts to roll his hips. “Such an actor, high strung all the time but that’s okay. It’s your passion. That’s sexy. Been dying to hold you down and ride you until you can’t think about anything but me, though.”

Eddie gasps out a groan when Steve tugs sharply on his hair, being right about everything that Eddie’s into so far. It’s no secret that Eddie’s intense, just a different kind of intensity in the bedroom than with his craft. 

Steve seems to get it, seems to know that Eddie needs everything hard and relentless with the way he’s bouncing on Eddie’s dick. He can feel the strength in Steve’s hips, dying to feel them fucking into him too, mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock jumping with all the movement.

“You’d let me tie you down and use you, hm?” Steve asks, drawing Eddie by the hair into a biting kiss that just barely grazes the surface of what Eddie would let Steve do to him. “I know. I’d fuck you up so good if we had time, baby.”

“Steve, holy shit,” Eddie practically sobs, fingers digging into Steve’s ass.

“You close, honey?” 

“Fuck, yeah.” 

Steve suddenly cups his face, just a tad rough and Eddie thought— hoped for one hot moment— that Steve was going to slap him. Just the thought is enough to make him do what he's supposed to, “Can I?” 

“Mh-hm just keep looking at me,” Steve strokes Eddie’s face as he circles his hips and takes Eddie deep. “Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come inside me.”

Eddie does as he’s told, his gaze falling half-shut as he lets go, spilling into the condom like he’s pumping Steve full.

It’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, followed by the second hottest thing when Steve kisses his slack mouth as his warm heavy spurts of come land on Eddie’s belly.

While Eddie’s coming down, he lets Steve shift him onto the couch. He gets some tissues and then pulls Eddie to lie on his chest because of course he would, he’s Steve.

“Was that enough to remember me by when you get all big and famous?” Steve asks after a while, trailing his knuckles down Eddie’s bare arm.

Eddie looks up, seeing the first glimpse of hesitance in all of Steve’s practiced smoothness.

So Eddie leans in and assures him between pecks on his lips that slowly turn to smiles pressing together. “Nope, think we gotta do it again. And again. And again.” 

#here's some sub top eddie from yours truly #also i've talked about actor eddie before but we need to talk about him more plssplss #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie smut #subeddieweek #sub eddie week #famous eddie munson #hairdresser steve harrington

[shawnxstyles]

prank? more like spank

DATE: JANUARY 28, 2023

summary: after a day out with your friends, they convince you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

request: yess

words: 3.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [pussy spanking, clit play/edging, masochism, slight nipple play], dirty talk, aftercare) language, and fluff.

note: THIS TITLE IS SO FUNNY PLEASE. the gif is so random too 😭 sorry i’ve been so inactive, i’m so busy!! tom masterlist

soft dom!tom

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“What if I just got a tattoo?” You ask spontaneously as you approach the tattoo and piercing shop. You and your friends were wandering around town, having a much-needed girl day. The two girls stare at you for a moment before giggling hysterically.

“You hate pain and plus, Tom would freak!” Alina laughs harder at your ridiculousness. She had a few simple tattoos herself; small ones on her hands and elegant drawings on her arms. Her black hair was long and sleek, always looking on-point. Even though her tattoos fit her beautifully, it didn’t convince you to get one. You could never get a tattoo, even if you were paid.

“What about a piercing?” You suggest. You have had your lobes pierced since you were young, but you’ve never desired anything else. Nose and lip rings were trendy when you were in high school, but you never understood why anyone would ever put metal inside of their face, let alone the more sensitive parts of their body.

“Again, your pain tolerance is very low,” Alina says, swinging her small bag of leftover food from lunch. “Did you know people pierce their vaginas?”

“Of course. I’ve considered it,” Reyna nonchalantly inserts. You and Alina gawk at her, dumbstruck because she’s never mentioned anything like that before. One thing about Reyna was that she always surprised you; there was always something you didn’t know. One day, she said she was getting a tattoo, so she did. Another, she said she was going to Venice, so she did. In a way, she was very good at keeping her word, which made her a great friend.

Her body was littered in tattoos from top to bottom. Her drawings were thick, dark, and colorful along her naturally tan skin. Her ears were engulfed in pieces of jewelry, while her nose held a septum and two opposing studs. How did she breathe? Her red-dyed hair was frizzy and wavy and shaped her face just right. Her eyes were a hazel, but could easily pass for a shade of green.

“What does it even pierce? Where does the jewelry go?” You ask, trying to imagine how painful it would be on a scale.

“Your clitorus,” Reyna answers, sipping from her straw casually.

“That’s like the most sensitive part!” Your face screams in horror. Why would anyone ever do that to themselves? You feel your legs clench in protection like you can feel the blinding pain just picturing it.

Unfathomable out of ten you decide on when thinking back to the scale.

“I don’t think you could pay me to get that done. Even if I could have it removed,” Alina shakes her head in disapproval.

“When I told Riker I was thinking about it, he was freaking the fuck out. He was trying to be supportive, but I can tell he was scared,” Reyna chuckles. Her boyfriend was the complete opposite of her. She is sociable and outgoing, and is always at someone’s place to party. Riker, her boyfriend of eight months, was a homebody who played video games in his free time. Their largest sharing characteristic is that they are extremely hardworking, which led them to meet while working at the same job.

Ah. Romance.

“I can’t even imagine how Tom would react,” You say, eyes wandering the ground.

“You should see,” Alina suggests.

“What do you mean?”

“Tell him you got a piercing. See what he says,” Reyna adds for clarification.

“Oo, you should record it!” Alina claps giddily and you laugh at their ideas. You shake your head at the recording part, but heavily consider the main idea. Why not have a little fun? You turn over your shoulder and peer at the tattoo and piercing shop that fades in the distance as you continue to walk. Your sundress flows in the spring breeze as you bite your lip.

“Okay,” You shake your head, somehow convinced to play a stupid joke on your innocent, loving boyfriend.

“Ah, how I love a good prank,” Reyna smiles to the sky as you all approach the car.

—

When the girls drop you home first, you wave goodbye to them and then head straight for the door. The sun was beginning to set in the evening, and you wondered what Tom had been doing all day.

“I’m back!” You shout, removing your shoes and hanging up your purse. His response echoes from the kitchen and you walk toward him with nerves.

You weren’t the most convincing liar, so trying to pull off a prank was going to be difficult. Your fingers fiddle anxiously as he turns around from the stove to face you. A soft smile curls on his lips and your insides melt. However, your heart races in extreme nervousness because he looks so innocent and unknowing.

Oh, he’s so going to fall for it.

“Hey, baby. How was your girl’s day?” Tom’s hands slide under your arms and hug you securely. His lips press a firm and tender kiss on your forehead and you sigh softly.

“It was… exciting,” Your eyes sparkle as you stare at him. He looks at you, patiently waiting for you to continue. But you don’t, you wait for him to ask.

“What was so exciting, love?” He delicately brushes the wispy hair from your face, admiring every one of your facial features. Tom was so in love with you, he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that you were really his.

“I got a piercing!” You smile widely as you squeeze Tom’s biceps in exaggerated excitement. Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say that. He always just assumed you went out for lunch or went shopping. He would have never assumed you got a piercing, especially knowing how much you hate unnecessary pain.

“You did? Where?” Tom smiles as he curls your hair behind your ears, scouting for the nonexistent jewelry. His eyebrows scrunch when he searches your face as well, but doesn’t find anything.

“It’s on my clit,” You whisper sweetly, biting your lip. Your heart pounds in your chest and you’re hoping he can’t feel it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh at his reaction.

Tom’s eyes widened so much, you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. He blushes profusely and pulls away from you, cheeks a rosy pink as his jaw practically slides along the kitchen tile. He dryly coughs, trying to hide how flabbergasted he is.

You smile wider and harder, trying not to break your act. Seeing Tom so shocked makes you want to burst out laughing at how easily he fell for it. He knows you absolutely hate pain, yet he still believed it.

“I-I thought you hated pain…” He starts breathily, “What…how…?”

“Reyna convinced me. She said it feels great when having sex,” The lies spill from your mouth before you could even process what it meant. Did that even make sense?

Tom blinks rapidly, mind racing at the change. He didn’t even know that one could get their clit pierced. He never would have thought you would want to get yours done. He remembers early on in your relationship when you told him you cried the entire time when you got your ears pierced. And when you got your shots at the doctors. He even remembers you telling him you cried when you first had sex… but that was understandable. But being reminded of that just makes him even more confused on why you would get something so painful.

You must have cried a lot, he thinks. His heart aches a tad because he wasn’t there for you.

“Well… can I see it?” Tom tries to cool down his burning red face, but it only seems to intensify as he imagines seeing it; your clit irritated and puffy as a bar of metal sears through it.

Now, it was your time to widen your eyes. You tried to hide it by wandering your eyes all over the place, but if anything, that just made it more obvious you were hiding it. Tom contorts his face in mild confusion at your hesitation as you laugh nervously.

“Y/N, can I see the piercing?” He repeats, stalking a bit closer to you.

“No!” You deny too quickly, backing away from him like he was psychotic.

“No? Baby, I’m going to see it eventually. Might as well see it now,” He smiles, reassuringly as you struggle to come up with more lies. Why did you think he wouldn’t want to see it?

“It’s um… really swollen and puffy. You can’t even see it,” You shake your head as you wave it off, swallowing your nerves dryly. Tom skeptically squints his eyelids, puzzled at your sudden defensiveness.

“I can’t see it? How do you know? I haven’t even tried yet.”

“I looked. It’s like it’s not even there,” Nervous laughs release from your mouth and you would be surprised if he still believed you.

Then he quirked an eyebrow, sensing your deceitfulness. Your nervousness gives him a growing confidence. He licks his lips and clicks his tongue, a sly smirk threatening to curl up on his lips.

“Let me see it, Y/N.”

“No!”

Before you could even take off in a sprint, Tom’s arms are tightened securely around your waist. He drags your flailing body and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, forcing you to stay seated. You wiggle profusely underneath his strong grip, but realize it’s no use compared to his thick muscles. You huff, annoyed that he captured you.

“I guess I’ll have to see for myself since you want to be so stubborn,” He grumbles as he crumples the sundress up to your waist. You hold your breath, hands gripping the counter. He forces your legs to spread, eye level with your panties. Your cunt aches as it begins to dampen the material.

“Is the piercing making you that wet? Or is it something else?” Tom taunts, yanking the flimsy fabric until it’s tossed along the kitchen floor. Waves of heat creep up your neck at how close he is to your cunt. He’s seen you naked a million times for your usual sensual, soft sex. But with a lie in between you, you don’t know what to expect.

Tom’s arms lock your thighs to the marble counter. He stares at your pussy, looking as gorgeous as ever. He takes his rough fingers and carefully spreads your soaking folds, inspecting for a piece of jewelry. You gasp as more arousal leaks out of your pussy, begging for more friction. As he gets closer to your clit, you whine from the teasing.

“Well, your clit is puffy… but I don’t see any piercing,” Tom pretends to pout like he hadn’t known you were lying most of the time. His thumb delicately taps your neglected nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. “Why did you lie, baby?”

“I don’t know,” With clenched teeth, your eyes focus solely on his devoid touches. Your mind is so distracted by the tedious teasing, you barely comprehend his words. Before you could even reconsider your answer, Tom slaps his hand directly on your clit. You yelp as your hips thrust forward at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock that sears through your body. Your clit throbs as you continue to seep on the cold counter, more desperate than ever.

“Another lie. You’re being such a bad girl today. Do I need to punish you?” He questions, palm rubbing deliberately slow on the hood of your clit. Your body trembles as you roll your hips against his hand. With an upset growl, his hand comes down on you again, harsher and more demanding than before. A needy moan escapes you, your hands clawing at his T-shirt. “You just never learn.”

Tom tsks disappointingly and spreads your legs impossibly wider, juices leaking onto the solid surface below you. The texture of his hands roaming your skin created the most sinful scenes in your head. You imagined his thick digits pushing into your cunt, slippery and soft as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You mewled just at the thought, causing him to stare at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about? Hm? Answer me truthfully this time or I won’t even consider you coming tonight,” Tom demands as he flicks your pulsing clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise. Your hands squeeze his muscular shoulders as you try to remain still.

“Your hands. I love your hands,” You admit breathily. Tom slowly removes the loose straps of your dress until they’re slipping off your smooth shoulders and down your arms. He reveals your breasts, nipples pointed and neglected.

With a smirk, his dominant hand continues to deliberately stroke up and down your clit, while his other toys with your nipples. Your breathing heaves as your eyes gawk at his motions, getting more turned on just from the sight. He twists and pulls on your buds until they’re aching painfully good. Tom makes sure his hand tickles your skin when it trails down your torso to add more stimulation to your clit.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, darling,” One hand forces your legs open while the other collects your arousal too lightly. You clench around nothing, pleading for his teasing to end. He resumes his delicate tapping on your nerves, making you whine in agony. “Why did you lie?”

Your heart races and thighs begin to shake from being stretched out.

“I-I wanted to see how you would react,” You reply breathily as he repeatedly taps you. You roll your hips in circles, trying to get more friction against the pad of his thumb. He hums, satisfied yet evilly.

“So this is what you wanted?” Tom slots his middle finger into your seeping hole, causing you to gasp as if it was your first time. With all the teasing, you were sensitive to any little touch, grateful for what he was giving you. “Wanted me to freak out, wanted me to punish you?”

You release a nosy moan, clutching around his digit as it sinks into you deeply. You nod your head to every thrust of his finger, slow and tedious. As your high builds from the edging, his finger is removed from your cunt, empty and aching. You elicit uncontrollable whines as you scoot to the edge of the counter to get closer to his hand. His hand grips your hip tightly to ensure you stay still.

“No, no. This is a punishment, baby. If it gets too much, let me know, but,” Tom husks with a soft expression. When you nod impatiently, waiting for his next moves, his sinful glare returns to your eyes. “you said you liked my hands, so I’m going to give you one.”

Tom’s hand strikes down on your pussy, a wet slapping sound against your arousal. You squeak with a strong grasp on his shoulders as he smirks, pleasured from catching you off guard. He spanks you again, clit throbbing under the palm of his hand. Your stomach tightens as you grind into the air, begging for more. When his hand slaps you again, he makes sure to directly strike your bundle of nerves, making you tremble immensely.

Fireworks shoot through your body like you’ve never felt before. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain; so shocking and blissful you thought you might pass out. You never would’ve thought you’d be enjoying something as agonizing as spanking, especially on one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

You felt hypocritical and pious; for someone who hated even the idea of pain, enjoying spanking was the last possibility crossing your mind.

But each slap of skin sent you higher into the sky as you floated with ecstasy. Even though you were inching closer to heaven, you’ve never felt more sinful and devilish in your life.

Tears slip down your face as you moan in euphoria. Your core clenches and your eyes roll back as you lose your grip to reality. Your legs beg to close, but Tom’s hand and body forces them to remain open.

“Look at you. Enjoying your punishment,” Tom tsks as his thumb rapidly circles your clit. You gasp with a cry, shaking violently from the blinding pleasure. “Are you going to come from me playing with your clit? Hm? From me spanking you?”

His words have your stomach tensing and mind spinning. You felt like you were flying through a starry haze; a dreamland where everything felt too good to be true. Your high builds and builds until you’re falling down so fast, you’re floating gracefully. Waves of euphoria crash through your body as your muscles spasm, chants of his name repeatedly leaving your lips.

A knowing and encouraging smirk is in your view as he rubs you out, draining you of your orgasm. The white moisture coats his hand before he brings it up to his lips and licks his fingers clean.

Your pussy lips pulsate as your clit continues to throb in irritation from the spanking. Your breathing relaxes as you blink away the glossiness from your eyes. Tom licks his lips, smiling goofily at you as he wipes away your tears.

“You did so well for someone who doesn’t like pain,” Tom compliments as he smooths your wild hair away from your tear-stained cheeks. You roll your eyes with a raspy chuckle and shake your head. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? And how was it?”

“I didn’t think… I never would have thought…” Your mind continues to blur as you forget the words on your tongue. Pulling up the straps of your sundress, you try to recall what you were going to say. “I liked it, surprisingly. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Tom chuckles at your enthusiasm and leans in to you. His lips lock with yours in a breathtaking kiss, rocking back and forth. Similar fireworks spark in your body again as you wrap your hands around his neck to sink deeper into him. His tongue slots into your mouth with ease, making you melt in heart-bubbling bliss.

To catch a breath, you release from each other, you now both wearing silly, fond smiles.

“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get a piercing… right?” With skepticism and hopefulness, Tom looks at you. You bite your lip, pretending to really consider it.

“I mean, now that I have an amazing tolerance to pain, I might as well. I have nothing to lose!” You push Tom away and hop off the counter with an overwhelmingly ecstatic smile. With shaky legs, you sprint out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

A burning sensation is felt on the skin of your vagina as your legs rub against the irritation surface. You hiss and wince as you make your way up the stairs. You regret running away from Tom because he said he was going to take care of you. Your skin screams in agony as you make it to the bed. You didn’t think it would be this painful, especially after he just spanked you. And you liked it.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shouts as he jogs up the staircase. “Swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself before entering the bedroom.

He finds you lying on the bed, wincing with a pinched face. His expression softens as he comes to your aid.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” Tom rubs your shoulder, searching over your body for injuries. Your hands push down on the material of the dress right over your burning mound. He nods in sudden understanding before heading toward the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of some type of cream or ointment. “Lay back, baby.”

You do as he says and crawl back until your head is relaxing comfortably on the pillows. He slowly widens your tense legs and flicks the flare of your dress up to your hips. He takes a peek at your irritated skin, a deep frown on his lips. With the cream on his fingers, he very gently rubs it onto you. It’s cold, almost too cold compared to the heated burn on your skin. But the contrast cools you and relieves all your pain, causing you to sink into the mattress calmly.

“Better?” Tom asks, softly applying the medicine to the bare areas.

“Yes,” You sigh with your head thrown back, breathing steadily. Tom bites his lip, looking at your distraught figure.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I went too hard. I’ll never do it again—”

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Tom. Really, I liked it. I’m not lying this time,” He smiles softly at you and you return the favor reassuringly. He hovers above you and gives you a graceful kiss on the lips. He falls beside you and stretches to grab some tissues for his hands to clean off the cream. Then you two lay in the comfortable silence of each other.

“If I really did get a piercing though, how would you react?” You question, turning your head towards his.

“Probably the same.”

“Noted,” You smirk, causing him to turn his face in slight horror at your back and forth attitude. “Kidding! I can’t even handle moderate pain.”

“You’re crazy.”

You infamously roll your eyes before he kisses you again, making you forget everything. You laugh against his lips, causing the whole kiss to be a sloppy mess. In hysterics, you both laugh full heartedly as you pull away.

“Come on. Let’s go finish dinner,” Shaking his head, Tom gets up from the bed and begins to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.

“What if I got, like, a tongue piercing?” You shout from the bedroom. You hear him groan in annoyance as you follow him to the kitchen.

Oh, you loved pranking your boyfriend.

—

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[ghoul-slime]

could i request prompt 115 with raindrop? when rain is first summoned, dew is immediately smitten and wants to take rain to bed, right? but when it finally happens, dew gets nervous because he overthinks wants to make things perfect

Got two requests for 115 with Raindrop (plus 104), so I went ahead and combined them. Hope that's ok with you!

Have some newly summoned Rain/Dew with smitten (slightly jealous) Dew, little bit of Dew getting into his head re: body image issues (nothing too heavy), and some fluffy, kissy ghouls being nasty in their hotel room together.

When Rain is first summoned, Dew expects to hate him. Another water ghoul, taking his place. Sure, Dew has technically been promoted to lead guitar, and with it voluntarily underwent the elemental transition to fire. But Dew’s nothing if not possessive. So when Rain is summoned, tall and elegant and an effortless master of the bass guitar, his old bass guitar, Dew feels a twinge of jealousy.

But instead of being jealous of Rain, Dew finds himself jealous of the other ghouls. How they all fawn over him, praise his good looks and skilled fingers. How sweet Rain blushes at them, modestly denying his own talent with a crooked little smile and a wave of his hand. 

Dew thinks that smile should be for him. That Rain should be at Dew’s side as he shows him the ropes of his new life topside. He was the former water ghoul afterall. Those pretty, shy smiles and blushing, inquisitive looks should be for Dew.

He knows all the ghouls are clamoring to get Rain into bed with them. He sees how Mountain tucks a flower, freshly picked from the garden, into Rain’s hair and tells him how the hue of the petals bring out the beautiful blue of Rain’s eyes. He sees how Aether offers to use his quintessence to soothe Rain’s sore fingers each night after practice. How he reaches out to hold Rain’s pretty hands with his own, tells him how important it is to take care of himself. And he sees Swiss, another new summon. A multi-ghoul with a deadly-handsome smile and more confidence than any other ghoul in the abbey, how he teases Rain, makes him laugh. Whispers into his ear and gets him blushing like nobody else is capable of doing.

Dew thinks if he can’t be the first to take Rain to bed, he can at least be the best. Because Dew knows that he’s good. They way he uses his mouth to have any ghoul in his bed crying out and begging for more. Knows how skilled his fingers are, years and years of practice with the guitar making them nimble and dextrous, capable of wringing pleasure from places his partners had never even knew they had. And Dew knows just how to use his body, small in stature, sure, but beyond flexible. And with more stamina than any of his partners can even come close to matching.

So when he and Rain are paired together for the first overnight hotel stay of the tour, Dew starts to plan. 

They get back from the venue late, sweaty and high on adrenaline from the show and Dew lets Rain take the bathroom first. While he showers Dew contemplates the room. Two big beds covered in plush pillows and crisp, clean sheets. If things go as planned they’ll only be needing one of them. 

And if things get messy enough, there's a spare, Dew smirks to himself.

Rain emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, baggy sweatpants hanging low off his slim hips and toweling his wavy hair dry. He smiles sweetly at Dew, and Dew feels his own face go red, confidence slipping, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He wonders if Rain is onto him and his plans to finally try and get into bed with the water ghoul.

“All yours, Dew,” Rain offers cheerfully, motioning to the bathroom. “Thanks for letting me go first.”

Dew blushes harder, hating himself for getting flustered so easily, and grumbles out a “Yeah, thanks. Sure...” as he slips past Rain and into the bathroom, slamming the door just a little too hard behind himself.

He takes his time in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw, letting the conditioner sit in his hair longer than necessary, meticulously cleaning under each and every nail until he feels absolutely spotless. 

When he emerges, his nerves are buzzing. And when the steam clears and he gets a look at himself in the mirror, his stomach drops.

He looks like hell, he thinks. Skin bright pink from too much scrubbing, his eyes bloodshot and stinging. Did he get shampoo in them? He contemplates his own image with more scrutiny now. His too-skinny chest, ribs showing through skin. How his wet hair hangs limp and stringy and dripping. 

He bites his lip as he feels the last of his confidence fizzle out. What in the hell was he thinking? There’s no way in hell Rain is gonna want to fuck him tonight, or ever for that matter. 

He frowns at his reflection for another beat before sighing in defeat, reaching for his towel. He just wants to go to sleep and get this fucking night over with.

His blood turns to ice when he realizes his towel isn’t there. He’d purposefully left it sitting on top of his luggage with his pajamas out in the room, fully expecting to walk out with confidence, nude, and seduce Rain right there on the hotel bed.

He feels like a fucking idiot. 

Just as Dew starts contemplating curling up on the floor to sleep on the cold tile rather than facing Rain, a quiet knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts.

“Dew?” Rain calls softly. “You ok in there? It’s been a while.”

Dew freezes, face flushing as he starts to panic. Maybe if he doesn’t answer Rain will just go to bed and leave him alone.

Instead, Rain knocks again and calls out, “Dew?” He sounds genuinely worried.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine,” Dew answers shakily. “Just, uh. I forgot my towel.”

He hears Rain huff out a sigh of relief. “Oh!” He laughs, breathy and beautiful. It makes Dew’s heart ache. “I’ll grab it for you!”

There’s a moment and then Rain is tapping at the door again. Dew crowds his body behind the door, shielding himself, opens the door the tiniest amount and reaches through the crack to grab blindly for the towel in Rain’s hands. He drags it back inside and shuts the door again with a click. 

He towels himself off in a daze, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror. He steels himself, wraps the towel around himself tight, and makes for the door, fully intending on dashing out to grab his pajamas and retreating back into the bathroom to change. He thinks hopefully, that maybe Rain will finally be in bed.

But when he opens the door to make a run for it, he walks smack into Rain, still standing at the door, waiting for him.

“Oh!” Rain exclaims, startled, reflexively reaching out for Dew’s shoulders. 

Dew is mortified, and he looks up at Rain fully expecting to be laughed at. Wishing he could just curl up and disappear. He thinks about fully making a run for it, back into the bathroom or out the door and down the hall this time. Aether would probably take pity on him, lend him some clothes and let him sleep in his room…

Instead he sees Rain smiling down at him, looking at him with a fondness that takes Dew’s breath away. Rain’s smile fades when he sees the look on Dew’s face.

“Dew?” He asks, sounding concerned and cocking his head to the side. “Why so shy?”

Dew wants to scream or laugh, or maybe he wants to cry. He has no fucking idea what to say at this point.

“Argh! I don’t know,” he exclaims, unhelpfully. “I just… I just wanted to make you like me,” he ends up saying. He regrets it immediately, feeling his cheeks burn with shame. A feeling he’s entirely unused to having.

“Oh, Dew,” Rain soothes. And then he’s pulling him in by the shoulders, wrapping Dew in a hug and squeezing him against his body. Dew looks up at him with wide eyes as Rain leans down, kisses him sweet and chaste on the lips. Dew’s in a daze as Rain takes him by the hand, clinging to the towel wrapped tight around his body as Rain leads him gently to the bed where they sit side by side.

Rain leans in and Dew reacts this time. Opening his mouth for Rain to deepen the kiss, feeling the way he hesitantly licks into Dew’s mouth. Dew reaches up to cup Rain’s face, kissing back fully, humming against his lips, feeling like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

When they break the kiss, Rain laughs, nuzzling his forehead against Dew’s and looking at him with bright, beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you know how long I was waiting for you to take me to bed?” Rain asks with a smile. “I was starting to think you found me ugly or something,” he chuckles. Rain laughs it off, but Dew doesn’t miss the blush that spreads across his pretty face.

Dew answers with another kiss, threading his hands into Rain’s hair and nipping at his lips. And then Rain is pushing him down, crowding them both back to lie against the pillows and swinging his leg across, settling himself in Dew’s lap.

“Rain, wait,” Dew worries again, “My hair’s not dry, I’ll get the bed all wet…” he trails off.

“Who cares,” Rain shrugs. “There’s a spare. We can mess this one up as much as we want.”

Dew barks out a laugh, and hauls rain down for another kiss while Rain fumbles for the towel at Dew’s waist.

“Can I?” Rain asks eagerly, face flushed and tenting his own sweatpants.

Dew nods. This is not now he envisioned the evening going, but as Rain is flinging the towel from his body and diving down to lick a wet stripe up the length Dew’s hard cock, he can’t find a reason to complain.

Rain sucks him off, one hand holding his own hair back as he deepthroats him, and it’s all Dew can manage to try not to bust immediately in his perfect, wet mouth and beg for forgiveness.

Rain backs off with a kiss to the underside of the head of Dew’s cock that has his toes curling. He sits back on his haunches to wriggle out of his sweatpants, and then he’s crawling back up Dew’s body. He grabs for Dew’s wrist, tentatively bringing his trembling hand to rest between his legs, guiding two of Dew’s fingers to his entrance.

Dew gasps and Rain groans in response.

“Feel that?” Rain asks breathlessly, dragging the pads of Dew’s fingers though the slick between his cheeks. “Dew, I’ve been wet for you ever since we got our hotel keys tonight.”

Dew curses under his breath as he lets Rain guide his fingers, helping to press two into his body, sliding in with ease. Dew looks up at Rain, mouth agape, feeling him flutter, wet and hot, around his fingers.

“Feel good?” Rain has the audacity to ask him, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. 

Dew laughs again, feeling like it’s all he can manage. “Feels fucking amazing.”

And then Rain is pulling Dew’s fingers free, reaching back to grasp at Dew’s cock, to run the head through the mess between his legs.

“Can I ride you?” Rain asks and Dew is clenching his eyes shut, nodding so hard he feels like he’s gonna get whiplash.

Rain leans in to give a peck to Dew’s lips, and then he’s sinking down, taking Dew to the base and bottoming out. 

Rain bounces on his cock and Dew holds on for dear life, feeling the pull of Rain’s tight body with every stroke. Watching the taut muscles of Rain’s belly flex as he rides, the flex of his thighs as he bounces. Dew drinks in every moan and whimper and sweet little noise Rain gives him as he fucks himself so good on Dew’s cock.

“Fuck me, Dew,” Rain whines, head tipped back and neck exposed. Grinding down deep. “Fuck me, ohhhh.” 

Dew grasps his hips, fucks up into him, meets each and every one of Rain’s bounces with a thrust of his own, reveling in the wet slap of skin against skin as Rain babbles filthy words from his pretty lips.

“Rain,” Dew grunts out. A warning. Squeezing bruises into Rain’s hips withs his fingers. He’s agonizingly close and Rain can feel it.

“Cum inside me, Dew,” Rain commands, rolling his hips and clenching around Dew’s cock kicking deep inside him. “Cum inside me and I’m gonna squirt all over you.”

When Dew starts to cum Rain shouts, his own orgasm set off by the feeling of Dew filling him up from the inside. He cums untouched, shooting hot and wet and dripping all over Dew’s heaving chest.

They come down together, Rain pulling himself off of Dew to drape himself across his body, heedless of the wet mess between them. They kiss, sloppy and sweet as their breathing evens out. Rain rests his head in the crook of Dew’s neck.

After a few moments Rain is leaning back, looking down at Dew from where he’s perched on top of him. He’s beaming, and Dew thinks it’s the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his fucking life. His pretty face is flushed and his hair is damp again and Dew can’t believe for anything that he’s lucky enough to be the one who did it all to him.

Dew is lost staring, and Rain reaches down to playfully pinch his cheek, to snap him out of it before he’s asking, 

“Wanna go again?”

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[lucy90712]

morning cuddles with João Felix?

A/n: this is short but I think it’s cute

WC: 1.2k Life recently has been so chaotic I have been doing so much overtime at work to finish a big project which thankfully is finally done. Joao has been really busy too with the crazy schedule of games at the start of the new season. We have been able to spend a bit of time together but it has mostly been meeting for dinner somewhere when we both have a few hours free. Don't get me wrong I love having dinner dates with Joao but what I've really been craving is just sitting at home and doing nothing with him as I know we are both so exhausted. Joao has a few days off this week as the team don't have a game for a little while but the last few days I've still had work so we still haven't seen much of each other although he has made dinner every night. I've been a little jealous of him having time off as I haven't truly had a day off in ages but finally I can actually take the weekend off after finishing my project. 

Knowing I'd have the weekend off I've been really looking forward to not being woken up by an alarm and getting to sleep in. Typically I woke up at the time my alarm would go off even though I hadn't set it my body is so used to the routine that I naturally woke up way too early for my liking. As I was about to turn over and go back to sleep I felt Joao's arm move from where it was rested around my waist up to my face where he gently stroked my cheek and moved some of my hair that had gone astray over night. I turned to face him just as he opened his eyes slightly although I could tell he was still a little delirious as he kept blinking to clear his vision. 

"What are you doing awake you should be sleeping in" Joao said in his morning voice 

"I just woke up my body is so used to getting up at this time I just woke up naturally" I said 

"Well let's go back to sleep you deserve it plus I want to cuddle with you for once" he said 

"I can't say not to more sleep and cuddles" I smiled 

Joao was quick to pull me as close as humanly possible and wrap his arms around me so tightly I nearly couldn't breathe. Some people would hate to cuddle like that but I love to have Joao as close as possible as we have to be apart quite often so having him close it me always feels so comforting. My head nuzzled itself into Joao's neck as it was comfy and I found myself playing the the hair on the back of his neck and head which was so soft and slightly wavy from where he'd slept on it. He gently traced shapes on my side until my eyes started to feel heavy and I drifted back off to sleep.

I was sleeping peacefully until I felt something wet all over my face in my sleep which woke me up. For a second I wondered if Floki had made his way into our bedroom but then I decided that it couldn't be as he always runs about and stands on me on in the mornings and there wasn't enough noise either. As my eyes opened I was met with Joao's face right in front of mine pressing a kiss on my nose. Once he realised that I was awake he got more aggressive with his kisses all over my face which made me giggle but then he started tickling me instead which made me laugh even harder. He knows exactly where I'm the most ticklish so of course he had to focus on those spots and tickle me until I was gasping for air. Eventually he did stop and when he did he flopped down on top of me so I used my chance to tickle him as although he says he's not ticklish he definitely is. 

Once we had both stopped our assaults on each other we just laid down together with Joao resting on top of me while I played with his hair. Playing with Joao's hair is one of my favourite past times I love running my hands through it and scratching his head sometimes I put his hair up in different styles too but he often complains that it hurts when I do that. This morning I couldn't resist braiding the few stray strands of Joao's hair; for once he actually let me as he was too distracted playing with the edge of his shirt that I wore to bed. 

"I don't ever want to move from this position" Joao said 

"I'm happy to stay here for the rest of the day" I said

"Good because you're not going anywhere" he laughed holding me tighter 

"What do you think our lives will be like in 5 years?" Joao randomly asked 

"I don't know so much has changed over the last year that I would've never predicted but I'd like for us to have settled somewhere" I said 

"I hope we stay here I really love it here the city and the team are so great but whatever happens as long as you're with me I know everything will be ok" he said 

"What do you think our relationship will be like then?" I asked 

"I'd love for us to be married and thinking about starting a family but that's only if that's what you want" he said 

"I'd love to get married and have kids with you one day when the time is right" I said so he didn't get any ides just yet 

"I'll wait as long as you need amor until then we can just practice" he said 

That earned Joao a slap on the back of the head but he just laughed and continued to talk about life. We discussed loads of things like my ideal proposal, how our wedding would be and how many kids we would like. It was fun talking about the future with Joao, although we've talked about all of this before that was before all of the changes to our lives and things are different now plus we are older so it's good to know we are still on the same page. After talking about all of those serious topics we moved on to talking about what we are going to do with the rest of today and tomorrow as those are the only days we both have off. Both of us wanted at least one lazy day so we decided seeing as we'd spent a while in bed already today would be our day to relax. 

After a while of cuddling together watching tv Joao randomly got out of bed and went downstairs. I wondered where he had gone and why until he came back upstairs holding a tray of pastries and two plates. He had ordered breakfast for us from my favourite bakery in town which we both very much enjoyed in bed. When we were done we went right back to cuddling. I think this has been my favourite day in a long time as I've missed spending time with Joao so getting to do nothing but soak up the cuddles I've missed out on is exactly what I've been craving. 

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[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 2.0k ❧ warnings: cursing ❧ genre: fluff, angst if you squint?, drabble, childhood friends to lovers, model jungwoo, normal person reader, mark is there but he doesn't pass the sexy lamp test so i'm not calling this a love triangle, also gender neutral reader on this one ❧ extra info: this is a reworked version of a drabble from an old multi-group writing acct of mine from years and years ago. it was previously about hyunjin from stray kids, so if you read this like six plus years ago and it feels vaguely familiar, that’s why! ❧ author’s note: happy new year!

“Oh,” you forced out a giggle, voice cracking awkwardly as you added, “You missed… again.”

“No I didn’t,” he declared steadily, closing the space between you two again.

December 31st.

New Year’s Eve.

Ever since you were little, you had spent every New Year’s with Kim Jungwoo. And he insisted that even though he was a very popular model now and his reputation could easily be ruined with any slight scandal, that fact wouldn’t change. You were his best friend, he insisted, which meant that you would keep your traditions.

And so that’s how you ended up on a balcony at some fancy hotel that his agency had rented out for the occasion, needing some fresh air for a moment. Being around so many people, not to mention that they were all incredibly famous, was overwhelming and exhausting to you sometimes. Checking the time on your phone, you winced when you saw that it was only 10 p.m. Jungwoo had told you that the party would probably last until 2 a.m. at least, meaning that you theoretically still had four more hours of this. Your feet ached from standing and the goofy dancing you had done at first with your equally goofy friend and his surprisingly down-to-earth coworkers. All you really wanted to go home and change into your pajamas and go the fuck to sleep. New Year’s never mattered much to you; it was always Jungwoo who made you have fun on the seemingly pointless holiday.

The thought of your handsome, bright-eyed, and caring best friend brought a familiar bittersweet pain to the left side of your chest. You’d realized the not-so-small crush you had on him last New Year’s, when he’d given you his routine Happy New Year’s kiss on the cheek, and missed, pecking the corner of your mouth gently. It had been pretty easy to ignore your agony-inducing feelings since you didn’t see him much while his model life kept him extra busy. But now that you were at this party with him, and he had pretty much glued himself to your side the entire time, it was difficult to push them away.

For the past thirty minutes, however, you’d had a completely different issue plaguing your mind. One that you knew you needed to talk to Jungwoo about. As if he could hear your thoughts, his voice suddenly manifested from behind you:

“You’re missing Johnny and Haechan’s drinking contest.”

“Their what?” You spun around, looking absolutely bewildered.

“I’m kidding, I needed to get your attention,” Jungwoo let out a melodious chuckle as he stepped closer to you, looking just as dazzling as before in his simple black suit, the jacket having been discarded long ago in favor of just rolling his sleeves up to just below his elbow. That, paired with the slightly-mussed up and wavy hair, gave no aid in calming your thundering heart. How was one man allowed to be that attractive?

“You could’ve said ‘hey.’ You know, like a normal person,” you snorted, going back to leaning against the balcony railing as he joined you.

“Since when have we ever been normal?” He bumped your shoulder.

“Oh, I’m perfectly normal—” You bumped his shoulder back. “It’s you that’s fucking weird.”

“You know, I’d tickle you if I wasn’t afraid of touching the art.”

Your skin heated up immediately, counteracting the chilling winter winds easily seeping into your skin. At your lack of response, Jungwoo spoke again, “So what’s on your mind? You’ve got your thinking frown on.”

Dropping your face into your hands, you mumbled, “Woos, I’ve made a grave mistake.”

“What did you do this time, Y/N?”

“I might have agreed to give Mark a New Year’s kiss.” You took your face out of your hands in time to see Jungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Like, kiss on the cheek?”

You shook your head.

He seemed more distressed than you, rubbing his face in frustration as he thought. Finally, he groaned and offered, “I’ll tell him that you know… he can’t do that, because you’re my best friend and that’d be weird for me.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about.” You ignored the twinge in your heart when he called you his friend.

Truth be told, you were doing this hoping that it’d help you get over Jungwoo. Not necessarily by getting into Mark, that wasn’t exactly what you wanted. But just a little extra push to forget about your feelings for your best friend.

Jungwoo’s eyes were nearly popping out of his face as he asked, “So is it like… the actual kiss, then? What, why?”

“I’m a bit rusty,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck.

“So it’s been a few months since you’ve kissed someone, whatever. It’s like riding a bike.”

“More like a few years…”

“How many years?”

“Like… ten? I’ve only ever had my first kiss, okay?” You admitted, your skin prickling hot with embarrassment. “Got a bit… busy after that.”

Jungwoo crossed his arms. “And you’re really going to let Mark Lee be your second kiss?”

You shrugged.

“You don’t know him that well, Y/N.”

“I barely know anybody here,” you pointed out with another shrug. “Why are you making a big deal out of this?”

“I don’t know, don’t you want your first adult kiss to be with someone you know, and who actually cares about you, and isn’t just some guy who would get affection from a rock if he could?”

“Well yeah, but, who would that be?”

“Not Mark.”

“If you can find me someone like that within the next—” you looked at your phone again “—one hour and fifty-six minutes, then sure, Mark Lee won’t be my first adult kiss.”

As you had said that, you looked at him with a newfound fire in your eyes, waiting for him to respond to your implicit challenge. His jaw was clenched, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided to close it again, taking a step back.

“Fine.” Jungwoo shook his head, walking back into the venue and managing to disappear his tall form into the crowd.

Your friend’s cold departure from you had left you in a sour mood for all of five seconds before some of his coworkers had found you and provided ample distraction from the tears threatening to make an appearance. Never had Jungwoo ever looked so upset or disappointed in you, and it hurt. It really fucking hurt.

You had a feeling that Jungwoo’s friends had been able to surmise that something bad had happened, considering you wouldn’t even look in his general direction, a stark contrast from just an hour ago when you were laughing together while his arm had been around your shoulder. The ghost of his arm there was still present, and you desperately pressed yourself even further back into the couch you were on to try to rid yourself of it. You really only succeeded in tucking yourself into Yuta’s side, as you were crammed onto the couch with him and a few of the others, not including Jungwoo.

Mark was on your other side, trying to yell out a story above to the constant loud hum, one that Johnny on his other side could apparently understand, as his deep laughs reached your ears. The light tinkling of Taeyong’s laughter brought your attention to your other side, and you felt Yuta attempting to worm himself off the couch. You scooted closer to Mark to give Yuta some more room, and when he stood up, you saw that there was a dark brown stain all down the front of his light-colored suit. Realizing that your sudden jolt into his side must have caused him to spill his drink all over himself, you tried to apologize, but he waved you off and disappeared as well.

Now with more space, you scooted back away from Mark, only by a few millimeters, as the couch was definitely not meant to fit even four people like it was now. As you leaned in to listen to Johnny’s addition to the conversation, you felt someone slide in beside and slightly behind you again and were surprised at how quickly Yuta had returned. But then an arm snaked around your waist and an all-too familiar voice was beside your ear and you knew it wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Jungwoo didn’t have to whisper too much, the room was definitely too loud for anybody further than a few centimeters away to hear anything he was saying. “If you want to fuck Mark—”

You snapped your head around to hiss incredulously, “I don’t want to fuck him! Jesus Christ, Woos, it’s a kiss on New Year's. I don’t even like him like that. Like you said, he’s just some guy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you scoffed.

“I’m sorry. Seriously.”

You elbowed him in the side. “Yeah, yeah, I forgive you. I know you were trying to look out for me. You’re a good friend, Woos.”

“Yeah, I know.”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he sounded disappointed when you called him your friend. But when he rested his head on yours and your hopeful heart hopped painfully against your ribcage, you reminded yourself that all you were was his friend, and you had to learn how to be happy with just that.

You were towards the back of the large mass of people crowded around the huge TV announcing the countdown to the New Year. With Mark on your left and Jungwoo on your right, you blamed the heat for your sweaty palms instead of the idea of having your first kiss in a very long time in a very visible place and with a somewhat-random person. It would be just a peck, you had convinced yourself. Not a big deal.

The voices of everyone counting down in unison reverberated through your brain.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Before you could even turn to the man on your left, you were yanked to the right, a pair of lips descending onto yours in one fluid and firm motion. Jungwoo’s hands were gripping either side of your face and neck, his body pressing against yours, and his mouth meshing with yours in a way you could only describe as perfect. Your own hands grappled for something to hold onto as your breath was stolen from you, finding a somewhat suitable place clutching desperately onto his shirt.

Finally, Jungwoo deemed it necessary to breathe, moving his face back just a few millimeters from yours, a thin line of spit still connecting you two. You widened the distance, taking a few shaky inhalations as you tried to look anywhere except Jungwoo. Which was difficult considering he took up much of your vision, still being only a couple centimeters away.

“Oh,” you forced out a giggle, voice cracking awkwardly as you added, “You missed… again.”

“No I didn’t,” he declared steadily, closing the space between you two again. “There, you kissed someone who actually cares about you. So if you want to go kiss Mark—”

“No.” Shaking your head with determination, you looked him in the eye, “I don’t want to kiss him. Or anyone else…”

“Except me,” Jungwoo finished your implicit statement with a shit-eating grin.

Rolling your eyes, you nodded nonetheless.

“So, can I date you on a proper date, then?”

You pretended to contemplate this for a moment before grabbing his collar and tugging him back down for another kiss, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck. Jungwoo grinned into the kiss, pulling you closer by the hips.

The very amused voice of Taeyong startled you into nearly having an aneurysm, “You two might want to stop that before the CEO comes by to say Happy New Year to everybody.”

You folded your hands politely in front of you, nodding sheepishly as the rest of his friends could only giggle at your being caught.

Mark then complained, “I still didn’t get a New Year’s kiss!”

“Come here, then!” Haechan wrapped an arm around the older man’s neck, pursing his lips as Mark tried to get away. The whole group burst into laughter, taking enough attention off you and Jungwoo for him to take your hand in his.

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[kumeramen]

I just want your take on Shisui. Normally Im a Kisame Simp so me suddenly being into Shisui is like really left field for me. I prefer my men beefy and Shisui is more Uchiha Standard Twunk. Please help me understand why Shisui has caught my attention so strongly!!

Anon, you're the first person to ever say you're thirsty over my Shisui art 😳😂 Idk what to say than thank you? Not the right word for it, still, I truly appreciate your honesty~!

I think from my own understanding and perhaps by many Shisui fans out there— the unruly wavy hair and long eyeliner (and not to forget his cute button nose imo) is the part what makes him automatically attractive~ And people would always portray him as warm and friendly among them Uchihas which is a plus! Idk if I could help to give enough reason why you like Shisui though, what I can share is that I tend to draw him cutely whenever his eyes goes big or being happy in a way~ and you kinda notice when he's half closes his eyes, he gives off sensual vibes instead 👀

You got the perfect timing to ask me about Shisui too because I think you might love packs of Shisui art I'm gonna share later hehe~

#💌 #shisui uchiha

[psychoc1ty]

✧.*- “dads best friend”

summary: johnny is your dads best friend.

warnings: drinking, smut, praise, age gap, dirty talk, aftercare at the end

a/n: enjoy me trying to write something based off this since the author doesn’t have a dad 😸 (age gap clarification; reader is 24 y/o, johnny is 31 y/o. this all took place in 2002.)

wc- 1603 words

god, you couldn’t even count how many friends your dad had. although he had a good, good friend. he’s around the area, and they’ve known each other for a while. your dad texted you,

“hey, i’m throwing a huge party tonight, and i’m inviting some of my friends. do you wanna come?”

you responded back; “is your best friend going to be there ?”

he responded, “yes. i already asked him, and he said he’s willing to come. why are you asking?”

only reason why you wanted to know is because you wanted to know him more, “dad, i just wanna know him more, i promise it’s not a crush type thing, plus i’ve never seen him.”

you were in a huge rush. you just threw on a satin dress, and you began to curl your hair. afterwards, you brushed it out, so it became wavy. you did your makeup, which you did pretty quickly, considering you were already in a rush to get to your dads.

after that was all done, you got on some heels, and went off to your dads. you had to be there since it was already 6:50, he said to be there by 7:00.

by the time you get there, it was 6:59. right on the dot. you opened the door, and got in. your dad and his best friend looked at you, you gave a smile at both of them, “hey dad! sorry if i was late.” he gave you a hug, “it’s no worry darling. oh! have you met him?”

he pointed over to his best friend. he smiled at you and shook your hand, “hi, i’m johnny. i don’t know if you know me or not..” you smiled back at him, “nice to meet you! i’m y/n, my dad was talking about you in our texts today!”

johnny looked at your dad, “i didn’t know you told her about me already.” your dad chucked, “she was wondering, because she found out i have a new best friend.” you nodded, then johnny did understandingly, “oh, okay. i understand.”

your dad clapped his hands once, “okay! so darling, i’m gonna let you and johnny get to know each other a bit more if that’s fine with you. i’m gonna go try to find your mom.” you smiled at him, “that’s fine!” your dad nodded, then left. it just left you and johnny together with a whole bunch of other people.

he went ahead and started a conversation, “so, what’s your name again? i already forgot.” you laughed, “that’s okay! it’s y/n.” he nodded, “okay, thank you. also i don’t know if anyone has told you this yet, but you look really good tonight.” you gave a smile at him, “aw, thank you!”

johnny smiled back, and that’s when your dad came back, “soo, how did your guys’ talk go?” you smiled at your dad, “it went good! johnny is VERY nice. and since mom isn’t with you, she’s with her friends.” your dad nodded.

johnny chuckled, “thank you. i try.” your dad rubbed your shoulder, “well, y/n. johnny is a very nice guy. i think you’ll like him.” you smiled, and your dad said something again, “also! johnny is staying over tonight, so if you want to as well, feel free too. i don’t care.” you licked your lips, “i’ll think about it, because i might. but i’ll think about it.”

time passes, and everyone was gone, or was leaving. it just left you and johnny downstairs in the living room. you had a glass of wine in your hand, "i might stay here tonight." your parents were already going to sleep, and they didn't care if you stayed. your room was beside the living room.

"don't you get too drunk on that wine now, hon," johnny suggested. your stomach did a little flip whenever he called you 'hon.' and you'll admit, you did have a bit of a crush on him. he was the perfect one.

you scoffed, "johnny, i'm not gonna get drunk. i've only had two drinks!" you also adjusted your dress, because it was starting to get uncomfortable. johnny saw and smirked at you, "is it uncomfortable?" you grunted, "yeah, kinda."

johnny got up, “do you want me to help you?” you sighed, “if you don’t mind, please.” johnny went behind you, and grabbed both the straps of your dress, “oh, i see why. it’s too tight, honey.” he loosened it, letting the straps of your dress fall down your shoulders.

you moaned in relief, “thank you so much. this feels a lot better.” johnny chuckled, “you’re welcome.” he rubbed your shoulders before going to sit back down. he sat down beside you.

“you are so perfect,” he mentioned. you smiled. johnny was admiring you a lot, but you never thought ahead of time of what would happen next. he cupped one of your cheeks and rubbed it with his thumb. johnny took looks at your eyes, then lips.

he went in for a kiss, thinking he would get embarrassed right after. he felt like a teen. that wasn’t gonna happen with you. you kissed johnny back, then you two pulled away. johnny got a bit desperate, “oh my god, do that again..”

you two had a little bit of a makeout. next thing you know you were on his lap. johnny was gripping your waist, and your hands laid on his shoulders. he stopped kissing you for just a second, “i really wish me and you could just take this somewhere else.” you giggled, “you know my parents are asleep right?”

johnny gave a smirk, “oh?” you nodded, “mhm, my room is right over there, and if i lock it, they won’t be able to hear a thing we do.” that’s when you two ended in the bedroom.

he was topping you, pinning you down to the bed, his knee on your crotch. you were moaning already, and your clothes weren’t even off.

“desperate, aren’t we?” johnny teased. he scanned your body again, before slipping your dress off. the air hit your body right, making you have chills. johnny touched you everywhere, making him needy.

you moaned, “mmh, johnny..” he looked at you, “what is it, sugar? what do ya want?” you were needy already and your clothing wasn’t full to off yet. if he took off your panties, then imagine the things he’d do.

“you, johnny, you! i want you!” you cried out. johnny played with your bottom lip, “aw, you want me? you’re so precious.” he then got a hold of your panties by his teeth, and pulled it down. once he reached the feet, he yanked it off.

johnny reached his hand down to your pussy to play with it. he put one finger in, making you elicit a moan. he then took it out, and looked at it, “look at how wet you are and we just started.”

you bit your lip once you felt his finger back in you. you thought this would try to resist you from making noise, it didn’t work. johnny inserted another finger, making you moan louder. he chuckled, “oh, we aren’t done after this. this is just to start off. but once you feel me in your little pussy, everyone should know who you belong to.”

the more he played with you just made you ache for more, you felt like you were about to cum. the pleasure was too much for you, “johnny… i’m gonna cum!”

he cooed, “aw, guess what? you’re not gonna cum, you’re gonna hold it till i say. you can be a good girl for me, yeah?” your hands were tangled in his hair, “yes, yes i can, sir..”

he took his fingers out, and unbuckled his pants, followed by his boxers. his dick sprung free, and it was already hard. you looked so desperate for it. johnny saw you and grinned, “you’re so damn needy.”

he aligned himself with your wet heat, then inserting into you. johnny held onto your shoulder, as he began to thrust his hips into you. he moaned already, “i love feeling your pussy squeeze onto my dick.”

your hands were placed onto his chest, moving to his back. johnny’s thrusting got a bit harder and a tad rough. he then got a bit desperate to hear you, “aw, why are you quiet now? i wanna hear you.”

without warning, he did a hard slam to you, making you do a loud moan, “oh, johnny!” he smirked at the response he got, “yeahh, good fuckin’ girl.” your mouth was open, and lewd noises were spilling like crazy.

“mmh! harder! please!!” you begged. he locked his hands onto your shoulders, and slammed himself into you, like he just slammed a door. you bit your lip, then opened your mouth again. johnny looked down to see your pussy clenching all around him, “you’re so fucking perfect, i love you so much..”

you felt yourself on the edge of coming, “i’m gonna cum!” johnny was heavy breathing, “i am too baby, we’ll cum together, okay?” he had a count from five, and once that was over, a loud moan came from the both of you, as you two came.

johnny then took himself out of you, and looked for his clothing. once he found his, he got yours too, “don’t tell anyone we did this..”

since your father said that johnny was spending the night over, he just slipped on his boxers, and you just put on a bra and your panties from your dresser.

and then you slept with your dads best friend.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut #womp womp

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he’s in love he doesn’t believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. A/N: Meet the Family plus one that isn't really nice. I finally caved and was kind to Buggy when it comes to romancing Sunny. End of the chapter mentions sexy times but nothing graphic at all. I just realized maybe I should take pity on the fool.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 16

Buggy couldn't fathom the amount of cousins you had.

They were broken into four age groups apparently. The 18 and older, the 12 year olds to 17 year olds, the 6 to 11, and the babies to 5 year olds.

The five and under thought Buggy was so cool and wanted to touch his face, hair, ask if he knew tricks since he looked like a clown, and when he resorted using his Devil Fruit to pick a grabby three year old up and hand the child to you, they thought he was even cooler.

The 6 and 11 age group felt they were too old for clowns and weren't really impressed that he was a pirate captain, but when he used his abilities to get their kites out of the branches of a tree and even some toys that ended up on the roof, they decided he was okay.

The older two groups mostly judged him because he was marrying their favorite cousin (you were somehow everyone's favorite in the family and Buggy fully supported that). Some of the male cousins tried to give Buggy the whole “you hurt her you die” talk but he wasn't actually intimidated by that at all for once. Found it to be more annoying than anything.

He would never hurt you in any way.

The female cousins thought you could do better, honestly, though they did ask what his hair care routine was when they saw how long and wavy it was (Buggy refused to tell).

All in all, meeting the cousins went better than expected.

He still had to meet your aunts and uncles. You told him it should be a little less stressful than the cousins, but when your dad mentioned the hot spring that all the uncles would be going to with some drinks, he insisted Buggy come along. You weren't there to help so he had no choice but to go with Blue.

It… it was weird. Buggy somehow was surrounded by all of them, each staring at him as they enjoyed their drinks. He didn't even try to drink yet, too nervous watching and waiting for one of them to ask something but they just stared at him.

“So, our little Sunny is engaged to a pirate captain.” One of them finally said (Buggy couldn't even begin to remember names right then). Buggy could only nod, unsure if this would lead to additional questions or what.

“How long have you been a captain?”

“How long have you been a pirate?”

“You better take care of our niece or else.”

Almost the entire hour spent in the hot spring went like that. Buggy barely spoke despite being in the spotlight. Blue actually did most of the talking even though he really didn't know Buggy well, but it sounded like he asked Sunny similar questions and got some answers and well, Buggy appreciated it. He had no problem being front and center when he was on his ship but off it, surrounded by this family, he was out of his element and hating every second of it.

A tiny part of him was starting to regret agreeing to coming here with you so early into the engagement since that had become a focus of a lot of conversation, but when he headed back to the main house and saw you with your cousins, holding the ring up that he gave you with a big smile on your face, he realized he could tough it out. It had only been a few days so far.

“Buggy, follow me.” Blue said as he put his hand on the young pirate's shoulder and steered him into the house. “I don't know if my daughter told you, but after Windy and I got married, we became jewelers.”

“Huh…” Buggy only nodded, not sure why that mattered. He was led into a tiny workshop where Blue turned the lights on, giving Buggy a view of everything.

Various tools, materials, stones, everything you would need for that kind of business filled the space of the small room. The worktop has dents, scratches, some scorch marks, showing years of love and hard work. There was a bright red cloth with two rings resting on it. Buggy picked one up to look at it, almost dropping it when he saw a tiny little engraving of his jolly roger on it.

“What is this?!” Buggy demanded, wondering if Blue was copying his jolly roger for some reason.

“Well, after you two showed up and told us the happy news, I started working on wedding rings for you both.” He chuckled, suddenly looking nervous and uncomfortable. “My wife sketched out the designs and I've been working on them the last few days as a surprise, but I realize now that that's silly because you probably have something better for the two of you.”

No, no he didn't. Was Buggy supposed to? He figured the engagement ring would be enough but was having a separate ring for marriage a thing? He was also thrown off by the fact that these rings were made in such a short amount of time. It was thoughtful, touching, but Buggy didn't know what to make of it. He set the ring back down and looked up at the older man.

“We… have to have a ring for marriage?” That was the question on his mind. He didn't have rings yet, he only had the (stolen) engagement ring so hearing that there was also supposed to be a wedding ring on top of it was a little much.

To his relief, Blue just chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Only if you want! You're a pirate, I'm sure you have your own traditions anyway. I just wanted to give you a gift for taking such good care of Sunny this last year. I figure you're someone special by the way her eyes light up when she talks about you.”

Buggy scowled as his cheeks burned. That wasn't the case, you took care of him. He didn't do anything worthwhile to earn the love you have for him. Why would you tell your father something different? He didn't say anything, looking back down at the rings. They were a simple band, practical for working on a ship, but he wanted something a little more to it.

“If you already have something, I understand! I know this is a bit sudden.” Blue assured him. “And if you don't like them, I'm okay with that too!”

Buggy hesitated. It was thoughtful but it was missing something.

“No, they're… fine.” He told him, jaw clenched as he looked down at the rings. “Can you just add one thing?”

~

“Yea! We can have the wedding while the whole family is here!” 

Buggy spat out his drink while you choked on yours. Your mother's sister, the second oldest, heard that you wanted just your parents and someone to officiate and well, she didn't like that idea. She wanted to see her niece get married, why couldn't everyone enjoy it? 

“We'll find an officiant, we have the space to have your fiancee's crew join us so long as they behave and we can make the reception the big family dinner we always have!” Your aunt Stormy continued. Buggy was against the idea, was ready to say so, but you took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“We just want to keep it small.” You told her, glancing over at Buggy. “The reception can be a party, but… we just want a small wedding.”

“Nonsense. You have a huge family, Sunny, and we want to see you get married.” Stormy said, shaking her head. “We won't take no for an answer.”

“‘We’?” You repeated.

“The rest of us aunts and uncles want to see you get married. It's not fair if we don't.” Stormy chuckled. “You're the first of the kids to get married, it's only right that the rest of us get to see it.” She glanced over at Buggy. “I imagine it will be quite a spectacle going by how your fiancee… is.”

“W-What-”

“I don't know what that's supposed to mean, Aunt Stormy, but the wedding will be small.” You told her, fixing your aunt with a look that told Buggy that the conversation was over. “Me, mom, dad, Buggy, and some of his crew. That's it.” You tightened your hold on Buggy's hand. “Please excuse us.”

You didn't wait and dragged Buggy away. He noticed you were tense after that, but you also jumped to his defense before your aunt could make any other jabs at him. Spectacle? What kind of spectacle was she expecting?

You dragged him into the house, relieved no one else was in there. Everyone was outside socializing. You took his glass and put it in the sink with yours, huffing in frustration. Buggy was both a little nervous but intrigued to see you frustrated, especially since it wasn't directed at him.

“Of course she would go against our wishes.” You muttered as you started washing the glasses. “Makes it all about herself. She just wants a reason to dress up and will end up making it about her. We are not having a big wedding. I don't want it.”

“Babe?” Buggy asked carefully. 

You looked up from what you were doing, frustration in your voice when you asked, “What?!”

“D’you want to… take a break and go to the ship?” He was hesitant to even suggest it, figuring you'd rather spend time with your family than with him, especially since you have spent so much time with him already. You stared at him in surprise and he started back pedaling immediately. “I mean, this is your family, and I know you want to spend time with them, so I shouldn't have even suggested that, babe. Forget it. We can stay. I don't need to go, y’know, I just wanted you to, uh, have���a break?”

“No, no, Buggy. That's a good idea.” You told him as you dried your hands. “We just have to sneak down to the water. Who knows what my aunt is saying about the wedding now.”

Oh, that was a good idea? He was pleased with himself, smirking at you as he leaned on the counter. “Yea? Maybe we come up with other good ideas while we have some alone time.”

You grinned and tossed the dish towel aside. “Oh, and what kind of good ideas do you want to come up with, Captain?”

“We’ll just have to see, won't we?” He looked quite proud of himself for being flirty without something happening to him for once. “I'm sure we'll come up with something, babe.”

~

Something was you and Buggy in bed, naked and tired, both of you not sure how long you were in there for, both too distracted by each other to really care about time anyway. You had initiated it after Buggy made some joke about getting naked and you didn't hesitate in stripping down in front of him, grinning at the blush on his face and how wide his eyes got up on seeing you naked for the first time.

Now he was a little hesitant. You had said you weren't disgusted by his body upon knowing of his Devil Fruit powers, how limbs and parts separated when he needed them to, but he suddenly felt a little self conscious, so you walked over to him and kissed him, pulling at his clothes to encourage him. He never did this before, you had said the same, but like everything with you, he wanted it to be perfect.

He knew what to do from stories he heard growing up from the Roger Pirates and you knew what you wanted from romance novels you used to read to pass the time at the shop. And while Buggy took charge, he listened when you gave him directions on where to touch, kiss, everything. Hearing how you moaned and whined, panting his name between little gasps spurned him to make sure you screamed his name in the end.

And he was impressed he managed to keep it together when he was finally inside you, holding back to keep from finishing too quickly. There would be other times, sure, but this was the first time for both of you, and you were letting him touch you, pleasure you, and he needed it to be perfect for you. He was so in love with you.

And after all that, he was in your arms, head on your chest as your fingertips stroked down his spine while he made himself comfortable. 

“We should probably make an appearance before they come looking for us.” You sighed, making no effort to move. “I just don't want to.”

“We can stay here. The crew won't let anyone onboard.” Buggy mumbled back, eyes closed as he sank into your arms.

“I would like that since the second my aunt sees me she'll want to talk about the wedding, which is the last thing I want to do with her.” You kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes. “It's kind of late, we can make an appearance tomorrow morning. I just want to spend time with you right now.”

“Yea?” He lifted his head up, eyes wide in surprise. “You’d rather spend more time with me?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a frown. “Of course I would. I love you, Buggy.” Touching his cheek, you gave him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love spending time with you.”

“Your family-”

“Yea, I'll see them tomorrow. I want to spend time with you right now.” You assured him. “Get some rest, honey.”

He nodded, settling back down with his head tucked under your chin, closing his eyes as you pulled the covers up over the two of you. He was more than happy to be in bed with you for the rest of the day, just spending time with you, not having to be surrounded by everyone else and their questions about himself and the wedding. 

Maybe Buggy could convince you to stay on the ship for the rest of the reunion.

#buggy the clown #sunny x buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x oc #buggy the clown x you #buggy x reader #buggy x oc #buggy x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x you #opla buggy the clown x you

[jahayla-parker]

Crushing Plans: Peter Parker x Reader

Part Two

Description: 6.2k wc, Crushing Plans part 2, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings (for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Click Here For Previous Parts and Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

When the bus stops in the alps for a group bathroom break, y/n jumped off and stretches her cramped legs.

"You shouldn't read in the car, it's more likely to make you feel sick and uncomfortable" Peter said, suddenly at her side.

Y/n held the spell book closer to her, looking up at him, "oh. I-. Wait, how did you know I was reading?"

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "oh.. When you... when you moved away from Brad, I made out the corner of your book around the seat".

Y/n sensed there was more to it, but doesn't question it as her attention turns to a glowing green light shining under one of the doors at the rest stop.

"Hey Peter," Ned called, signaling for Peter to step aside for a private conversation.

Peter apologetically excused himself before going to his other friend.

Y/n took advantage of his distraction and snuck into the room where the glowing light was eminating from.

Slipping inside and shutting the door, y/n instantly got hit with the sense something was off.

She went to exit but the door she entered through is now locked.

"Ahh, Ms. y/l/n, please relax, my name is Agatha" a firm but calm voice echoed.

Y/n turned around and came face-to-face with a brunette with wavy shoulder-length hair and a dark jacket.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she pressed her back to the door to keep her distance from the strange woman.

She could sense something was familiar, but wasn’t sure what it is as she did not recall ever seeing this person previously.

"I see you're not going to relax" the brunette groaned, waving her hand dismissively.

As she did, y/n could then see the enchanted locks the woman placed on the door after y/n entered.

Y/n gasped as the black fog faded and the woman's normal appearance disappeared.

Taking its place is the same woman, but with darkened fingers, messier hair, dark eyes, and her jacket was now a cloak, and some kind of crest resting just below her neck.

They woman smirked darkly, "I will keep this brief, I assume your family has taught you about the Darkhold?".

Y/n froze and whispered "the book of the Damned..."

Agatha rolled her eyes and signed dramatically, "see, that's the exact issue. This world sees the powers of witches to be evil, they see me, as evil. They see you, y/n, as evil".

Y/n shook her head, "no, I don't know what you're talking about, I-"

Agatha scoffs, "you really think your little crush is going to like you back when he finds out you're a witch?! Take it from me, he won't".

Y/n grit her teeth as she tried to ignore the dig thrown her way.

"I can help us both out" agatha smirked, seeing y/N’s hesitation rather than complete disagreement.

"You have been through so much lately, and you can't be as honest and close to that Parker kid as you want-" Agatha began.

"How do you know his name?!" y/n butted in.

"Sweet child, I know everyone's name" agatha remarked, "anyways, I can remove that barrier for you. No more responsibiliities, no more learning spells, no more fearing your crush will find out, none of it, just a normal happy life. Is that not what you told him you wanted?"

Y/n squinted as she wondered how Agatha was able to know what her and Peter had talked about…

Peter would never.. would he?

…sure he hid being spiderman, but y/n was hiding this.

She would never betray him like that, surely he wouldnt either right?

"You're suggesting I just stop trying to learn about and strengthen my powers?" y/n asked offended that Agatha thought it was so simple.

"Of course not hun, I am suggesting I unburden you by removing them" agatha corrected.

In that second it hit y/n, her father had warned her about the dark/evil witches wanting to harness the power of those who were still pure or otherwise resistant to the darkhold and its draw.

However, he father had told her they usually did this to the strongest of the witches.

Not some mere teenage witch who was behind in her studies; in other words, not someone like herself.

"No" y/n spoke up, backing into the door more, the wood cutting slivers into her palms.

"Don't make me do this the hard way.. The Darkhold can be managed, I just need more powers and you, honey, do not want yours" Agatha chided.

"I did not say that" y/n defended softly.

"Oh, but didn't you? Is that not what you told yourself after your jealously nearly killed your classmates?" Agatha smirked with a sly wink.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Can Agatha read someone’s thoughts?

“I did not mean it" y/n weakly argued.

"Your powers are not something you can go back and forth on hun, all this shows is that you’re not worthy of such powers. After all, what did you do to save your classmates during the water monster attack, hmm?" Agatha asked, tilting her head mockingly.

Y/n felt anger boil up; at herself and at Agatha.

She also felt fear for herself, Peter - whom Agatha knew too much about-, and her classmates.

These emotions rose in her until she felt a cool touch hit her palm.

Turning around she saw she’d made the door disappear where her hands were.

As she focused her attention on the weak spot in the door, she muttered "obice removere".

Soon, the door disappeared completly, allowing y/n to distance herself from Agatha.

As she glanced back she saw Agatha turn herself back to her first -“innocent” appearance.

Y/n sighed and rushed to the others.

"I have to show you something" Brad gleefully greeted her, standing behind her as she steps onto the bus.

"Okay" she mumbled, dizzily taking her seat next to him.

Y/n stared out the window as Brad kept scrolling through his photos, trying to find some photo of Peter he swore he had.

She knew she should care, and should consider the implication of the photo having disappeared, but she couldn’t help but feel focused on Agatha.

After she took her phone out of her pocket, she sent her father a vague text asking for more information about the darkhold and evil witches he once warned her about; using their code words of course.

"I swear, it was here a moment ago" Brad griped.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she looked back out the window, catching the glimpse of something shiny in the air beside them.

She focused on the item and noticed it appeared to be a drone.

She shook her head, of course Agatha would not just give up so easily.

After all, thats what this was right?

Why else would some random drone suddenly be following them?

She slid her hand against the seat of her "repente de luc de quadraginta quinque gradus."

As she whispered the words, her eyes narrowed in on the sidemirror.

She suppressed the desire to release a loud sigh in comfort as a thin beam of her light blue glowing energy reflected off the mirror and hit the drone beside them.

Peter glanced over her way in shock upon seeing the drone explode, realizing what he suspected he saw earlier was true; she had controlled the canoe, she had powers.

Before he had the chance to come to terms with it, he spotted another drone heading their way just as the bus driver swerved due to the blue cosmic ray she sent.

When his teacher yelled at him and told him to sit down, he instead quickly shouted for everyone to look out the window.

Everyone, including y/n looked out the window.

But while the class was looking for nonexistent mountain goats, y/n was trying to calm herself down over the possibility the drones were there for her.

As Peter landed back inside the bus, he looked her way but relaxed when he saw that she was not watching him.

~~~~

Peter pressed his hands down his sides, hoping to straighten out some of the wrinkles in his suit.

MJ approached and smiled at him.

Peter smiled back but noticed her happiness didn’t make him as giddy as normal.

He brushed it off and made small talk with her as he scanned the surrounding area.

They were standing just outside of the main entrance to the opera house, most of their classmates in pairs or small groups waiting to enter.

He hadn’t seen his classmates this finely dressed before tonight, if it wasn’t for the serious safety concern driving such a change, he’d laugh.

Peter wasn’t sure who or what he was looking for.

His behavior was not related to his mission as he had his ear piece in already place and knew he’d be alerted if any action started early.

It wasn’t until his eyes caught a glimpse of y/n that he stopped searching.

Peter felt his eyes widen, his lips part, and his heartbeat felt like it was beating so loud and fast that it would cause an earthquake.

She was wearing a very elegant but still age-appropriate light blue tulle dress.

The faint yellow antique light fixtures around the building were making the silver sparkles in her dress shine as she walked down the cobblestone street.

Peter’s eyes raked in every detail he could, desperately wishing he didn’t have to go help Mysterio soon.

He wasn’t sure he ever wanted his eyes to depart from the scene before him.

His eyes trailed from the bottom hem of her dress up to the corset/cinched top that hugged her body, making him nervously snap his eyes up further.

Peter felt some odd urge to play with the various dangling fabric strands that hung off her shoulder straps.

He slowly dragged his eyes up to her face, a shy smile forming on his still parted lips.

Peter took in the way the light made her face look somehow even more flawless than normal, the nighttime shade causing a sharp contrast that allowed the light to highlight her features.

Her hair was halfway pinned up and she looked more confident than normal, albeit a bit nervous about something.

He hadn’t realized he was staring until he watched as y/n tapped her foot on the ground as she tried to find someone to talk to.

Peter took a deep breath and began to make his way to her when a voice stopped him.

“Boh” MJ teased.

Peter snapped his head back to MJ with a guilty look on his face when he noticed he wasn’t listening to whatever she’d been saying.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear-“ Peter mumbled.

“I know” MJ laughed slightly with a disappointed but friendly smile, “you only saw her”.

Peter knew he was blushing madly but hoped the lighting hid it, “I don’t know what you’re-“.

“Please” she chuckled, “it was like some magical force took over when you saw her. Go talk to her”.

Peter bit his lip and gave her a sympathetic nod, turning to look at y/n again.

He watched as y/n checked her phone before looking around again, almost seeming to be avoiding looking his way.

Had he upset her?

Peter waved his hand in the air as he approached, hoping her peripheral vision would pick up on the motion and cause her to look his way.

Sure enough, within seconds she turned to him and a grin broke out on her face as she waved back.

While he had hoped his behavior would get her attention, her eyes meeting his caused him to struggle to breathe deeply.

He knew he’d had feelings for her before, even if he tried to pretend he didn’t.

However, analyzing the way he felt when seeing MJ dressed beautifully as well, compared to y/n’s arrival, made him understand his feelings fully.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, but he knew in this moment he finally realized his true crush was y/n.

He sped up and held his hand out to her.

Both of them stood there shyly, looking at his hand; neither one knowing why he did that.

Y/n smiled softly at Peter as she slowly set her hand in his upwards facing palm held before her.

Peter couldn’t explain what came over him if she were to ask, but he lifted his hand up above their heads, signaling for her to spin.

Y/n giggled gleefully and beamed at him as she shyly twirled while holding his hand.

He grinned as her forget-me-not colored dress sparkled as it swirled around her twirling body, her hair arcing around her joyful face.

Fortunately for Peter, she didn’t question his unusual behavior, and instead just whispered a soft greeting to him when she stopped spinning.

“Hi, y/n, you… ummm..” he swallowed thickly, a nervous sound escaping as he resumed his attempt to compliment her, “you look really pretty”.

His nervousness turned to pride as she radiantly smiled widely at his statement.

“Uh.. o-oh! Thank you Peter” She responded timidly, “I wasn’t sure about the dress”

It was partially true.

She felt confident in the dress as she’d been the recipient of many compliments the one other time she wore it.

But, y/n wasn’t sure how she would stack in comparison to MJ or if Peter would even notice her.

Peter shook his head as if she said the craziest thing he had ever heard, “light blue is certainly your color”.

Y/n bit her lip and gazed bashfully at him.

He obviously meant that in reference to her dress, but she was thrilled as it was also the color of her abilities.

“You look very nice too Peter” she said, trying to get the focus off of herself.

His cheeks flushed maroon and he shuffled his feet softly against the cobblestone street.

“Thank you” he sighed blissfully, biting his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Do you w-“ y/n began just as Peter blurted out a question.

“Do your powers … make, or, ummm, help you glow?” He suddenly asked.

“What?” She gasped, reaching for the necklace that she had donned for the night.

“Sorry if it’s personal, I get that” he muttered apologetically, “it’s just..it looks like you’re glowing. Like actually glowing”.

Y/n couldn’t help the surge of confidence his declaration cause, but remained focused on the main implications of his question/statement.

Powers?

Did he know her secret?

If so, how did he find out?

And, how long had he known?

Had he always known?

If so, why hadn’t he said anything?

Was this a recent discovery?

Had it been during one of the times her emotions got the best of her during this trip?

Did she slip up and expose her secret to him?

Is that why he suddenly paid attention to her?

She had a million questions running through her brain but could only utter one weak one, “what powers?”

Peter gave her a kind smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I know… your um.. abilities… but it’s okay”

“I don’t have-“ she began to argue, hating to lie but worried about others finding out.

“Yes you do” he whispered, “if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay, but… just… uhh, you know, Uhh.., you don’t have to keep it a secret from me”.

“That’s a bit hypocritical” she remarked, literally biting her tongue seconds after the words left her lips.

“What?” he asked with a sharp inhale.

“You’re keeping a secret from me too, Peter” she defended, arms crossed over her chest.

“What secret..?” He asked, hoping it was something minor.

Y/n rolled her eyes and looked around to ensure no one was nearby.

She saw MJ had joined Ned and Betty, and that the line was finally starting to move.

Facing him again, she explained “Being Spider-Man”

His eyes widened, “Oh! I…what..uh..,no-“

Y/n just stared in silence, knowing he needed a moment to process someone finding out his secret.

“Okay… umm… alright.. how did you-“ he began questioning.

She was slightly irritated he’d been cognizant enough to ask her the very question she wanted to ask him.

“I had my suspicions that you were different. For awhile now. But… then I saw you during the whole water battle thing, with your umm.. web throwing things” she clarified.

“Oh,” he nodded slowly, squinting shyly, “you saw me use my web shooters with the elemental”.

“Yeah,” y/n nodded, “How did it happen? How are you.. you know..?”

“Spider bite” he shrugged nervously.

Y/n suppressed a giggle, “that’s so cliche”

He feigned offense but soon smiled softly as he nodded at her once, “you?”

“It is sort of a long story” y/n admitted.

“I’d like to hear it.. uhh.. if that’s okay” he said.

“Sure, so basically-“ y/n began.

“Peter! Y/n! Let’s go, come on, get to your seats!” Their teacher shouted from the entrance.

Peter frowned and nodded his head to the side, in the direction of the door.

She smiled and cautiously reached down and grabbed his hand as she walked with him to the propped open door.

“Did you umm- want to sit together?” She asked when she saw the sudden upset look on Peter’s face.

He nodded far too eagerly, “I’ll get us glasses”.

She smiled and slowly made her way to save him a spot.

Just as she had sat down, Brad moved to the seat directly beside her.

“Oh, actually-“ y/n whispered as she tried to politely ask him to leave.

“I don’t know what his deal is” Brad laughed, “but no worries, I’ll always keep you company even Peter flakes”.

She squinted, an involuntary frown forming on her lips as she looked back and saw Peter had left.

Y/n sensed something was wrong.

Even if she and Peter hadn’t officially discussed whatever happened between them tonight, she knew him well enough to know something had to have happened.

Even if nothing changed between them, he wouldn’t just agree to sit together and then rush out right away for no reason.

Y/n ignored Brad’s insistent comments and quickly made her way out of the amphitheater as the lights began to dim.

Unbeknownst to y/n, her friends MJ, Ned, and Betty followed her out.

Her mind was on Peter and making sure he was okay, so she hadn’t picked up on the faint footsteps behind her.

In her defense, the loud sounds of the carnival celebration were soon overwhelming as they entered the festivity sector of the town.

Y/n tried to search through the faces in the cramped public square for Peter.

Meanwhile, her friends had found themselves entranced with the festivities.

However, y/N’s search came to a screeching halt when what appeared to be a… lava… monster-looking creature formed before her.

With wide eyes, y/n rushed to the corner of the nearby brick wall so she could hide her hands as she began calling upon her powers.

As she pressed her back into the bricks, she looked back to the square and saw a black masked figure swinging through the air; Spider-Man Peter.

She let out a sigh of relief, both for the fact she wasn’t lone in fighting this thing..

Peter called the water one an elemental?

Maybe this one was too given the denotation of ‘element’ in the name he used for the water creature.

But she also was relived he did have a valid reason to flake out on her moments before.

Y/n began reciting her basic energy directing spells, her fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly as she struck the elemental with bursts of her power.

Upon seeing the blue waves of cosmic energy radiating through the fight scene, Peter felt his muscles relax slightly.

He was pleased she was here, knew why he left, and was offering him back up.

If he was honest with himself though, he also wished she wasn’t here; he hadn’t had the chance to know if she could remain safe during a fight.

Peter pushed down his fears and nodded discreetly in her direction in a show of appreciation as he began fighting again.

She felt bad she couldn’t get closer to the creature, but she couldn’t risk people seeing her using her powers.

Unlike Peter, she hadn’t packed a battle suit that hid her identity this evening.

However, as she watched Peter be aggressively thrown against the Ferris wheel base, she ignored any thoughts of self-perseverance.

Y/n vengefully veered towards the new elemental, her hands at her side but glowing brightly through the dark sky.

Peter caught sight of her actions as he stumbled to regain his fighting stance.

He shook his head at her, groaning when she didn’t look his way to see his warning.

Peter knew Betty and Ned were on the contraption and he’d seen MJ earlier as she screamed about her friends being stuck.

He knew y/n couldn’t come closer without displaying her abilities for them all to see.

Yet, even from far away, he could see the determined stare she wore.

Peter moaned as he pressed his hand to his ribs and stood.

He glanced up and was pleased Betty and Ned were too panicked to see her, so far.

Peter carefully shot out a web a few inches in front of her with one hand, the other hitting the villain as to make it seem like the first web was merely a missed shot rather than to block y/n.

As the web crossed before her and clung to the brick entrance of a local pub, her stalk faltered.

She stepped back just in time to keep the sticky substance from touching her, glancing over at Peter.

Through the lenses in his mask, he locked eyes with her and shook his head again.

Y/n sighed but complied and rushed back to hide behind the corner.

Peter calmed and resumed his fighting as y/n once again shot energy beams.

Y/n not only hated that she couldn’t be closer to help more…

She had this sense something was still off.

She hadn’t had the chance to talk to Peter truthfully about what the water elemental was, why it was here, or anything related.

However, this round, she was more clear headed than the first fight and could sense something was deeply wrong.

Y/n was still new to understanding how to differentiate between and identify the source material of energy waves and fields around her.

She learned how to detect them and could make out if it was basic technology or not, but hadn’t advanced much further.

Yet, this skill was developed just well enough to alert her that this elemental wasn’t … well, wasn’t elemental in nature.

Sure, it seemed to be made of lava- and/or the earth’s mantle -and the one before that was made of water…, but that wasn’t true; at least not this one, she was confident in that.

Y/n could sense that the power behind this creature wasn’t an element, or even cosmic.

Elements are easy to sense and identify given how they have existed in everyday life since the start of time.

Cosmic energy was easy as well as she harnessed the ability to use it herself so she’d become familiar with the feeling of its properties.

This wasn’t either of those.

Instead, it felt technically structured.

She couldn’t be more precise than that, but she could sense pulses of electrical currents driven by what felt like conductors.

But what she felt didn’t match with what she and Peter were seeing.

She wished she could talk to Peter about it, maybe he’d know.

He was better with modern technology than she was, and maybe he’d be able to use her faint detection skills to narrow it down somehow.

As the strange new hero from earlier arrived to help her and Peter, Peter looked her way.

When she gazed back at him, simultaneously hitting the elemental with a surge of cosmic energy, Peter nodded his head in signal for her to go.

She hesitated, worried to leave him behind but he nodded again and glanced towards where their friends were.

Y/n nodded back and withdrew her energy field as she lowered her hands to her side.

Rushing over to their friend group, y/n encouraged them to leave the area with her.

Ned looked conflicted but when y/n glanced back at Peter before she gave Ned a knowing nod, he relaxed.

He luckily picked up on her knowledge of Peter’s secret rather easily but he did seem slightly surprised.

“Hey. You gotta celebrate. We did something good tonight” Beck encouraged, trying to cheer Peter up.

“Yeah. Fury was right. Tony did a lot for me so I owe it to him, to everybody” Peter rambled, guilty for letting y/n get involved in his responsibilities.

“Do you?” Beck inquired.

Peter signed, ”yeah. I mean Mr. Stark gave me the chance to be more. He wanted me to be better than him. And Fury wants me to live up to that”.

Peter pushed back the flashbacks of Tony’s reprimand on the ferry in NY.

“What do you want?” Beck pushed, leaning against the bar.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, pushing away his memories of Tony.

“What do you want?” His new friend asked with a soft chuckle.

“I don't know” Peter shrugged, staring at the counter.

“What do you want? You, Peter Parker. Now. I know you're thinking about it” Beck continued, pressuring him to answer honestly.

Exasperatedly, Peter confessed, “I wanna go on my trip. I want to go back on my trip with my friends. And go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with the girl who I really like and tell her how I feel and... give her a kiss.”

Mysterio laughs softly agin with a smug grin.

Peter groaned, “shut up, man.”

With a knowing look Beck sighed, “but, you’re not gonna do that, are you?”

Peter stared off as he imagined inviting y/n to the top of the tower and telling her how he felt.

Pulling his focus back to reality, he shook his head, “No, I can't”.

Despite their whole conversation explaining Peter’s response, Mysterio still asked once again, “Why not?”

Irritated with both Mysterio’s insistence and the predicament he was in, Peter gave Mysterio a look, “Because I have too much of a responsibility”.

Y/n starred at her phone as her classmates rushed up and down the hallway of their strip of hotel rooms.

Everyone was in a rush to pack, most still on the phone with their parents as they were being screamed at by their parents.

She’d spoken to her parents about the elementals but they hadn’t any more insight into what was happening.

They advised her to simply return home with her classmates.

But she couldn’t get herself to pack or book her flight home.

Instead, since they’d arrived back at the hotel, she conversed with MJ and Ned for a bit, brushed off Brad as he yet again hit on her, and restlessly awaited Peter’s return or text as to where he was.

Mr. Harrington’s voice was the only sound that managed to pull her from her exhausted and distant stare.

“Don't put me on hold. Oh, Peter, you're not dead. Oh, my God. Yes, good. Stay here. Don't go- Put some clothes on. We're booking flights” her teacher updated Peter.

Y/N’s eyes rose until she saw Peter next to Ned.

Peter gave her a small smile and Ned nudged him closer to her.

“Are you okay?” Peter and y/n asked at the same time.

Both laughing, Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey, so umm..” Peter began, but Mr. Dell shouted over them.

“We came for science, we're leaving because of witches. Welcome to the new Dark Ages!” He screamed, running around manically.

Y/n froze, her eyes suddenly heavy and body feeling out of place.

Peter noticed the drastic change in emotions and respectfully placed his hand on the part of her back that the dress material was covering, “let’s get away from all of this”.

She silently let him guide her away from the rest of their classmates as her mind raced.

Was Agatha right?

Was y/n only going to be seen as evil if people knew she was a witch?

Had Peter put it together that she was a witch?

If he had, he wasn’t reacting the way Mr. Dell did.

As they reached the street, Peter paused and braced her biceps as he tried to get her to look up.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Peter questioned, eyebrow raised as his eyes scanned her face.

She sighed and nodded, “it’s just I realized she was right.”

“Who?” Peter asked.

“Agatha, this.. uhh… this evil witch, that’s been following me this trip” y/n stated.

“Someone’s- an evil witch has been following you?!” Peter froze, “since when?!”

She shrugged, “I don’t know when it started but I ran into her at that rest stop before the drone thing”.

Peter frowned and furrowed his brows, displeased to be just learning of this.

“I think maybe the drones were her” y/n added with a guilty sigh.

Peter shook his head, “hey, no, no don’t put that on yourself. That was my fault”

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion y/n stared at him wordlessly.

“I… let’s just say I let my emotions get the best of me and wasn’t thinking clearly when I used some fancy Stark tech” Peter explained.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and nodded, “if it helps, my powers are impacted by emotions too. Hence the ..uhh side mirror thing when we first left the airport”.

Peter hummed, “back to this Agatha person? She’s been following you?”

“Yeah, maybe the drones weren’t her, but I’ve spotted her watching me from a distance here and there” y/n admits.

Protective anger took over Peter’s system and he took a deep breath, “has she hurt you?”

She shook her head, “threatened to if I… didn’t give her my powers. But hasn’t hurt me yet”.

Peter contemplated the information, “you can give up your powers? How does that work? How did you get them?”

Y/n bit her lip, “I don’t think we have time for the whole family history right now”.

Peter chuckled once and nodded in agreement, “cliff notes version”.

Laughing she nodded, “it was passed down in my family. There aren’t many of us left and none out in the opening… well… sorta. I guess that female twin the Avengers recruited counts.., but she’s not directly related”.

Peter thought through her words, “Ms. Maximoff? The Scarlet Witch? You have powers like hers?”

Y/n shyly looked into the canal nearby, “you know how your identity is based on how you got your powers? But that doesn’t mean you’re actually a spider?”

Peter nodded slowly as he tries to read her facial expressions.

“Well, Wanda‘s is different, she actually is a witch” y/n lowered her voice, “as are my family members”.

“Including you” Peter stated simply.

“Yes, but! Please, you have to know I’m not, we’re not like the stereotypical witches you hear about! We don’t want to hurt people and-“ y/n began rambling quickly.

Peter pouted, squeezing her arm softly, “hey, relax, it’s okay. Y/n, I know you. I trust you. I don’t care if you’re a witch”.

“Really?” She asked, voice so low he hardly heard her.

“Really, I’m sorry about Mr. Dell. But, to be fair, he has screamed about the dead frog specimens in the biology lab being evil so I don’t think he’s the ruling authority on that”.

Y/n laughed and smiled, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, umm Peter. There’s something else I need to tell you” y/n said, lacing her fingers with his, with the hand he had grabbed earlier.

He nodded, gaze attentive.

“I think there’s something off about the …elementals.. thing” she treaded carefully.

He sighed, “it does feel that way but Mr. Beck assured me-“.

“Mr. Beck?” Y/n interrupted.

“Oh, right. Uhh, the mysterio guy, his name is Quentin Beck” Peter told her.

“You don’t always share other people’s secret identities this freely do you?” Y/n teased.

Peter’s face flushed as he shook his head, “no, he doesn’t mind, I-“.

“I’m kidding Peter” y/n giggled, leaning against his shoulder as she started walking down the dimly lit street.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, “good. Well, I too, sense something is off. But, Mr. Beck has been dealing with these elementals for years, so I trust he’d know best”.

Y/n pondered as she swung their enclosed hands as they walked on.

“You keep calling them elementals. Did you come up with that or did this Beck guy?” Y/n wondered aloud.

“It’s in ancient theology” Peter declared.

“It is? What culture or theology?” Y/n questioned, visibly confused.

“Another universe” Peter mumbled.

She stopped walking and spun to look at him, her now dirty dress still sparkling through the dirt as it swooshed in a circle, “what?!”

“Yeah, right!! How cool is that?! The multiverse is real, which means-“ Peter exclaimed, pleased when y/n had a similar reaction.

He pulled himself together, “that’s for another time”.

“So these elementals are some ancient theology from another universe?” She reiterated.

Peter nodded, “kinda like Thor”.

Y/n hummed as she thought deeply, “but Thor could be traced back more. Plus, there should still be some version at least of these elementals in this universe… Peter something is going on”.

Peter sighed, he had a gut feeling she was right but he also just wanted to be done with all of this and try to salvage his plans to tell her how he felt.

“Y/n is right” Ned said, suddenly in the street with them.

“Ned?” Peter groaned.

“Just look” Ned said, tossing a metal cylinder their way.

As it hit the ground, a projection of the battle began around them; sound effects and all.

Peter stepped back from the scene, instinctively pushing y/n back with the backside of his arm.

Y/n peered at the display in awe, trying to get a feel for the energy to see if it matched.

If she could touch the device, she could know much easier.

But she didn’t know how to do that with Ned standing right there.

Peter seemed to understand when he felt her fingers twitch against his leg that was brushed up next to hers.

“Ned, can we have a moment?” Peter pleaded.

“No Peter, not right now, focus! This thing was left behind after the fire guy! Your webs seemed to have knocked it down” Ned argued.

Y/N’s eyes analyzed the scene as it repeated itself while the boys debated.

“The angle” y/n muttered, causing them both to look at her.

“It can’t just be a fancy camera with a 4D display or some crazy thing like that that you accidentally hit with your web shooters Peter” she elaborated, pointing at the smokey display.

“See the angle? If it was a camera, it would’ve caught the elemental thing in the video too. It doesn’t” she added.

Ignoring Peter’s protests, she stepped forward and touched the gray puffs of smoke, “Peter, Ned, feel this”.

“It feels real” Peter gasped as Ned stepped back right after touching it.

“But it’s not” y/n corrected.

“Now, we don’t know-“ Ned began.

Y/n shook her head, picking up the device, the need to solve the safety issue over powering her desire to keep her identity from Ned.

As she shut off the device, she shushed the boys so she could concentrate.

Ned glanced at Peter in confusion as y/n ran her fingertips across the metal object with her eyes closed.

Peter ignored the intense look his bestfriend was sending him as he watched y/n.

She kept her eyes closed as she turned the device on again, this time not caring about the projection itself.

She was searching the properties of the energy behind the projection, no longer the images it showed.

Peter’s brain was working on decoding the situation as well, but the distraction of y/n made his thoughts process slower than normal.

“Peter” y/n said with a shake in her tone.

Was he right?

Did he really mess up this badly?

The look in her eyes suggested that he did.

“I think this is Stark tech” she whispered defeatedly.

Peter brushed his wavy hair out of his face before he ran his hand down it.

“Does it have a logo?” Ned asked.

“No-“ y/n admitted.

“Then how can you possibly know?” Ned asked, feeling left out and regretting not having been Peter’s man in the chair during this trip, unlike the way he normally was.

Y/n gave Peter a look that Ned noticed but couldn’t decipher.

Peter turned to Ned, “you just have to trust me on this. Okay,” he faced both of them, “I need to tell Fury”.

Ned nodded, “we’ll cover for you, go”.

Peter smiled and patted his friend’s shoulder gratefully.

Looking at y/n he sighed softly, “thank you”.

“Do you want any help?” She asked quietly.

Peter smiled and shook his head, “it’s my mistake trusting him. I need to face up to it and face Fury’s reaction”.

“Okay,” she nodded, walking to Ned, “don’t miss the bus to the airport though!”

Peter laughed and waved to them before running off.

Y/n took a deep breath and she and Ned shared a concerned look as they headed back to the hotel.

She had no problem covering for Peter, but she worried about how fury would treat him and she couldn’t be there to support him if needed.

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Hellfire's Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 1

Quick note: i got impatient and posted this lol. This has been on my wattpad for months and I wanted to post it here lol. This is just part 1, I've got like 16 more chapters I'll be posting soon! Lmk what y'all think

Warnings/summary: some family trauma, nothing too spicy yet, this is just backstory (and Dustin) so we can get into the good stuff next time

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You stepped into your new room in Hawkins, Indiana, a town which seemed to have just about as much personality as the bottom of a shoe. Glancing around the empty, but spacious room, you thought about how many rooms just like this you had lived in before. With your dad working some secret government job, you moved around the country a lot and hardly ever had time to really settle into a space or get to know the people around you.

It felt like just when you started to get used to a routine somewhere new - finally started decorating your room and hanging out with people outside of school - your dad would be relocated and you'd have to go with him. Your mom wasn't in the picture anymore, she had been gone since you were 13, and the only explanation your dad every gave you was that "she didn't want to live this type of life anymore, and we weren't enough to keep her around," the last bit always stung when you thought about it.

Dad was quiet after mom left, and he didn't really seem to care what you did with your time as long as your grades came back fine and you weren't gone for an unreasonable amount of time. Plus, working most nights meant he hardly had the schedule to keep tabs on where you were.

Nevertheless, a fresh start in Hawkins felt necessary. The last place you had been was LA, which was waaaay too big and waaay to noisy for your taste. That was another thing that set you apart from people your age: you weren't really into parties and shopping and sports like most high school seniors were. How could you be? You were never anywhere long enough to play anything or get invited anywhere. You kept yourself busy with books, movies, music, and most of all Dungeons and Dragons.

The game which was being shunned as a satanic cult was your escape from reality and the only constant thing in your life. Yes, it was hard to find a group to play an entire campaign with, but you managed, plus your favorite part was creating characters and imagining fantastic new worlds you'd love to explore. In fact, a good amount of the boxes you brought with you, which contained everything you owned, were full of binders, manuals, books, and figurines you had collected in your years of playing.

You started unpacking, throwing your childhood stuffed animals on your queen sized bed in the corner of your room, and stacking your plentiful collection of books and movies on the floor and on your desk. You were about to pull out your favorite books - The Lord of the Rings trilogy - when your dad knocked on your door

"Hey y/n, sorry to interrupt...uh I just got called into work so I'm gonna head out, but I'll leave some money on the counter for you"

"Oh okay, thanks. Do you know when you'll be ba-"

Before you could finish, he was out the door. You shook your head and returned to your packing, hearing your dad's car drive away outside.

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By the time you finished packing it was already dark outside and you could hear faint talking outside your window. You walked over, pulling your curtains aside, and looked to your neighbors house to see two young boys, probably around 14-15, standing in between your house and the next. One of them was wearing a hat that said "thinking cap" on it, which you thought was funny, and the other was taller and had wavy black hair. They seemed to be arguing about something

"No Dustin, Lucas said he has his championship game tomorrow and there's no way he's gonna make it to Hellfire"

"Eddie is gonna KILL us man!"

They we're talking pretty loud, and you were pretty tired and didn't want to hear their bickering while you tried to fall asleep, so you opened your window

"Hey, idiots!"

The boys shut up instantly and looked over to you

"Listen, I really don't mean to interrupt, but I don't know who you are or who this Eddie guy is, but your bickering over him is really getting in the way of my sleep and I have had a very, very, long day of unpacking"

They looked at you, wide-eyed, before the shorter boy in the hat moved closer to your window

"Oh um, sorry, our bad. And I'm Dustin by the way, I live just there," he gestured to the house next to yours, "and this is my friend Mike"

"Pleasure, I'm y/n," you didn't want to be mean to them, so you figured you'd go ahead and introduce yourself, "well I'm gonna go get that sleep I mentioned, and please just keep your voices down."

"Aye aye, captain," Dustin said with a salute before he and Mike walked away from your window towards his house.

You closed your window, took off your sweaty clothes, turned off your light, and crawled into your new bed, nervous for your first day at school tomorrow.

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Part 2

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[the-gayest-sky-kid]

Right back at you what are YOUR favourite Chuuya headcanons (and dazai)

okay so the way i draw skk is pretty inconsistent i think but...!!!!

I think its pretty apparent in most chuuyas i draw that i am a BIGGG freckle chuuya enjoyer. it's what he deserves. but also ive been picking up on dark circles/eyebags and such for him too. real and canon to the enlightened one. OH AND PIERCINGS ‼️

↑↑↑ i like doing em like this

and thennn... not really headcanon? but people are so used to anime chuuya so .... big brown eyed chuuya fan. big sienna haired chuuya fan. harukawa was right from the start... oh and i tend to floof up most characters hair when i draw them but really i do imagine his hair at least really wavy? i dont put much thought into hcs when i draw them so its not very consistent but if i made a definite guide itd be on there. wavy-curly hair

NOW AS FOR DAZAI‼️

i like giving him moles fhrhej typically i do one under his left eye and one by the right side of his mouth but occasionally I'll slip some extra in. i also like giving him eyebags... i don't think his sleep schedules the greatest. i think tend to make them darker for port mafia dazais and less obvious for ada dazai ? thats how it is in my head

...and i really like freckles okay shhhhhshshshshh but i do imagine them to be a lot fainter or non-existent when hes younger, being visible when he's older. getting more sun. but i do draw them as a lot lighter than or sparser than chuuyas, like here.

personally i think hes got dark brown hair, but a bit darker in the mafia because he doesn't take care of it often enough. had i actually been focusing on consistency id probably note like. flatter darker hair (oily) for the mafia & curly hair in the ada. curly haired dazai 🔛🔝...

NOW FOR HEADCANONS IN GENERAL (BUT SLIGHTLY MORE DAZAI IM SO SORRY HE IS ON MY MIND ALWAYS)

theyre both trans. both of them‼️ trust me. soukoku transmasc swag. their periods are synced. i think they'd use different products though tbh. dazai seems like a pads guy but i feel like chuuya would use menstrual cups mainly

chuuya should get a big splotchy birthmark. as a treat. im thinking on the side of one of his legs or smth. i think dazai should have a smaller one on his shoulder or smth.

chuuya likes his coffee black but will have something sweet with it. dazais coffee is more milk and sugar than anything

scars!!!!! on both of them!!!!!!! in particular i think corruption scars chuuya is cool + dazai having one from the scythe slash in fifteen. plus some stupid ones. dazai tripped over his shoes once and now hes got one on his knee. chuuyas got some barely noticable burn on his hand because he forgot to put on oven mitts once

dazai will twirl anything hes holding (pencils. his hair. someone elses hair) but chuuya will flip stuff (coins. pencils. his phone)

theyre both asexual. double black ace rings. if you even care

dazai needs glasses so bad his right eye is so fucked up guys. his headaches are probably the worst go take an ibuprofen dude tf.

dazai also canonically knows embroidery so i like to think its a genuine hobby

OH ALSO chuuya crochet hobby. crochet cant be done by machine. btw

#longer post #caps cw #swearing cw #aethers asks #THIS TOOK FUCKING HOURS IM SO SORRY #I JUST SAT HERE FOR FOREVER THINKING ABT THIS #i hope this is Suitable

[wrongcaitlyn]

Wait…I was imagining Apollo with like a wavy, messy mullet thing lmao 😭 All I know about his hair at this point it that it’s definitely grab-able, (and this is gonna sound so weird so just hear me out lol) in like that intrusive thought ponytail snatching way.

oh it 100% is!! you’re def right abt that, but yeah i don’t think i was rlly picturing a mullet - it’s more just like a few layers, and wavy-ish hair

just went on pinterest to try and find some examples

this kind of style is what i think is close to what i was picturing

plus around this length? except wavy

so yeah and he definitely likes putting it up into a ponytail most of the time!! or like a half up half down bun (i’m totally not projecting bc that’s what i do half the time) and it is most definitely grab-able lmao😭😭 it’s always so hard for me to try and like accurately convey the image in my head but i think this is the closest ive got!!

thank you for the ask!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks

[klm-zoflorr]

My headcanons for the heads of the Magnus Institute- Part 2!

Part 1

Joseph Winsley (1903-1934)

This dude was closer to the previous head's affairs, to the higher administration of the Magnus Institute (which is by now a pretty recognized establishment). And also pretty ambitious. So it didn't come as a surprise when he became the next Head.

Joseph Winsley came from a very religious family. I don't think Jonah cares. He has his own god of terror (or like, gods. Fourteen of them lol) to bother with.

This body has dark hair arranged in a fashionable wave and pale skin, he looks a bit like a vampire. He's got literally the best mustache, thick and beautiful. He has a slim nose, practically non existent lips and in general looks a bit like a lizard. He has a very deep voice, and in retrospect I think he'll end up being one of Jonah's favorite bodies.

This era is somewhat characterised by darker tones, during this time he was wearing dark blues and greens. That's around this time Jonah started to make the shift from reds to greens. This was a very slow process lmao. Also, hats were very much a thing at this time. Jonah never liked hats, not a big hat guy he is, but for once he sucks it up and puts on a top hat.

Anyways, Joseph was 35 when Jonah took over and 66 when he booked it off. I think by this point Jonah got a bit more comfortable with extending his stays. Joseph Winsley disappeared under mysterious circumstances around the time of the new year, which means the next Head was appointed the year after.

Pictured: 40's, 50's and 60's

Richard Mendelson (1935-1973)

The body Jonah stayed in the longest so far, from when Richard was 31 to when he was 69. Richard stayed in relatively good health, so there wasn't a need for a change.

He has a flat, low nose, I guess you could call his face gaunt? With hard lines. He looks a bit like a predator and his lips are constantly curled in a sort of smirk. He has huge ears.

After the world's best mustache, you've got the world's shittiest stache. Jonah still loves it, this freak. Plus some sparse, low brows. Richard really doesn't have much in the way of facial hair. He does have glorious hair though, wavy and thick and chocolate far beyond the moment he should have been greying. And he is rocking these undercuts baby.

Oh, yeah. This one wears glasses (more as a statement, Jonah never needs glasses). He's also VERY tall, and built like a stick, with narrow poking shoulders.

I did promise suspenders and I delivered, thank you very much.

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[tpwkwriter]

‘Vougue darling’

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- influencer!y/n doing her makeup for vogue and gets interrupted ☁️

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“I’ll be quiet babyy” H whines begging to joined the girl in her video

“This is for vogue darling” she smiles plonking down her makeup bag into the sink.

“Stilllll”

“Jus’ wanna watch” he added, leaning his tall, muscular frame onto the door frame, y/n took one look at his pouty lips and tousled fluffed hair

“Fine” she murmured against his lips

“But you’ve got to let me get on” she continued pressing her lips to his.

The girl continues to lay out all the products she intends to use throughout the video and set up her camera on the windowsill of the bathroom window.

“Y’look pretty” he shyly implies

“Thank you baby” she blushes twirling in her light blue silk robe and pulling the white towel from her damp wavy hair

“I’m gonna start now okay, so get comfy”

He walks into the shared bathroom shutting the door behind him, pressed a kiss to his loves temple and sits on the closed toilet seat beside where she was standing.

“Hello everyone, it’s y/n y/l/n here,and um I’ve been nominated by vogue to show my makeup routine” she began

“And if you can’t tell already, I’m joined by my number one fan” she smiles motioning towards H

For most of the video H was absolutely in a trance of the girl, the way her face moved when she was applying products, to the way her soft voice spoke towards the camera, he wondered how he really got this lucky to have such an Angel.

“And this is another one of my favourite products, I’ve been using this fo-“

“I love you” he blurted

The girls cheeks heat and her mouth curls up into a small smile.

“Thank you H” she sighs

“Love you too” she gushes continuing with her video.

It wasn’t long until she finished up her video and sent it off too vogue, too finish it off, once she was finished she cleaned up all her products and was finally able to give her lover some attention.

“Did you think that went well?” She asked, still focused on clearing up.

“Darling, you did amazing” he replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around her waist, enjoying the natural scent of her.

“Hope so, it’s the biggest thing, I think I’ve ever done, y’know it being vogue and all”

“Don’t stress yourself out Angel, you did wonderful, m’sure your fans will love it” he confirmed, turning her around in his arms so he can easily access her lips for a kiss.

“How about you get comfy, and I’ll get dinner for us?” He asked

“Sounds good” she smiles kissing him once more.

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Within 2 hours the video was released and was already trending at number 3 on Twitter, screenshots from the video where gushed over by both y/n’s and Harry’s fans, many comments included: “ the way he’s looking at her!!” Or “soo jealous of them” this also included edits that the fans had made of the video

You felt as if your could burst, everything seemed to go perfectly, scrolling further on Twitter 95% of fangirls are frantic over the section of the video he said ‘I love you’ which even you found fair enough 3years into the relationship and butterflies would still erupt when he phrased that.

“Food will be here soon love, ordered your favourite” he claims seating himself almost on top of the girl.

“Thank you baby” she giggles keeping her eyes glued to the phone.

“What y’ laughing at”

“Cant laugh like tha and not tell” he pouts

“Just watch” she smiles handing over phone

The phone revealed a compilation on tiktok that had been fan made of all the times he gave the the girl heart eyes through the vogue video, they had just filmed, throughout the quick compilation he looked at her in complete awe and love, and the comments went frantic.

“Quite the lover boy hey?” She teases

“Cant not look, when such a girl is in-front of me love” he smiles kissing her temple.

“Plus it’s all for ‘vogue darling’” he teases thinking of the remark you made this morning.

He instinctively pulls her into his lap, keeping his arms around her waist and resting his head on hers.

“Just admit you love me, I mean, your quite cute at times y’know” y/n mutters once again on his lips

“At times? Thought I was cute all the time” he says acting offended

“Shut up” she laughs, kissing him more

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[signedkoko]

hello! i would like a hazbin hotel matchup pls

ima straight woman, my mbti is estp and ima aquarius sun virgo moon and cancer rising if that means anythin to u lmao

im 5'0 (sadly 😭) and i have long wavy black hair w red streaks, i usually straighten it tho. idrk how to describe my style but if i had to id say like the stereotypical y2k grunge girl look (think tara yummy) im also rly into makeup n wear eyeshadow n big ass lashes like everyday 

im kinda all over the place personality wise, but most of the time im rly energetic and always making jokes n laughing, i also love partying n going out but i need to have sum time at home too or else i get burnt tf out, im always there for the ppl i care abt even if we aint that close if someone ever comes to me for advice or anythin i always help as much as i can, i also am very very anxious but i usually keep it underwraps unless somethin triggers it and i also have a lottt of trust issues n lowkey be thinkin everyone out to get me sumtimes

i honestly dont have a lot of interests, i rly love music fashion n makeup tho, i take any excuse i can to dress myself up even if i aint goin nowhere, i listen to almost any type of music but my favs are the weeknd, lana del rey, rob zombie, and stunna girl

in a relationship im also pretty all over the place, i love very intensely n i overthink a lot n need a lot of reassurance but i tend to focus on my partners needs a lot more than mine, but if my partner brings it up i wont lie to them n if the overthinking gets rly bad to the point i cant ignore it ill bring it up, im also very clingy n always wanna be w my partner or talkin to them in sum way, im very thoughtful n love spoiling my partner w affection n gifts (usually homemade cuz im broke 💀)

ik this is rly long i tried my best to make it as short as possible mb 😭 but i hope u have a great day n thank u for doing my request :)

You got…Lucifer!

No need to worry about height because you are both the same! If not an inch or two apart, His hat, fortunately, makes it seem like he's the taller of the two of you.

Lucifer is very...fashionable? Man himself, so he really likes seeing the time you put into your outfits. They are a lot less crisp and white than his, but what's more interesting than things he isn't? Your make-up is a lot more mature than his, though, so you have two completely different dressing and makeup areas so as not to mix up his bright colours with your shadowy palettes.

When it comes to people, he has plenty of trust issues. After his wife left him without much explanation, followed by his descent into depression, it takes a lot for him to really be open to people. This made a lot of your relationship-building quite awkward, which in turn made it funny.

He loves your laugh, and he's glad you enjoy jokes because he really has way too many to count! He's got a pun for every letter in the alphabet. Even if it isn't appropriate, if it means cheering you up, he will go to some crazy lengths. He loves it when you laugh at his jokes, and he will definitely get competitive with anyone who tries to compete.

Lucifer really could use your advice, and in turn, he has a lot of wisdom. Some of your longest conversations are those where you both sit in a quiet, dark place after a long day and share feelings, worries, and solutions. He's lived a long life and seen almost everything the world has to offer, and if you ask him for a taste of his knowledge, he is absolutely thrilled that he can be of use to you.

Dedication is what he feels. Lucifer has every love language and accepts any at all in return; he has everything in his grasp, so what you want is all yours. The fact that you are clingy is just a plus, because it assures him that you do actually love him and that he does actually get to enjoy his days with you.

Any homemade gifts you make are met with utter delight. All he does these days is craft rubber ducks, so you are free to venture into his workshop and use what you need to make your items. Lucifer believes what is made by an individual is the most vulnerable gift to give. 

Expect a lot of fast, loving emotions and busy days every day! Lucifer will make you feel loved and special, and he will make sure you smile at least once a day in his company.

Author’s Note - Your runner up was Valentino! But if you ask me, Lucifer is a much better bet.

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