#silver whistle necklace

[floatingoverwicklow]

Songbird II

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ ACE OF SPADES

part two. | rich boy aven masterlist.

synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ your first date with rich boy aventurine is more fun than you initially expected, who knows where things will go from there // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

cw. fluff, slightly suggestive, rich boy au, reader wears a dress, flirty aventurine, a/n. this will have a part two if you can't tell, fem! reader ♡

you turn your face to the left and let your visual perception take in the luxurious casino you've been invited in— undeniably, your first reaction was dedicated to the chimes of whistles of various slot machines announcing wins and losses, in combined action with racketing noises of their shafts being pulled.

your jaw parts and your eyes grow, it felt surreal to stand here with an expensive dress hugging your body tight, a small gift from your date, nothing more, nothing less. rich boy aventurine slowly slides his palm over the back of your hand to lure your thoughts back to himself as he intertwines his fingers with your own.

you stiffen, it didn't take a genius to notice that you were slightly nervous about your first date with the infamous gambler. if only he would've picked a better place to get to know each other— alas, in a way it was exactly what you've expected.

well yes, aventurine choose the probably, most unromantic spot for a first date— but, you got a dress as a gift, together with an embellished necklace and a free entry to a luxurious, private casino.

so, did you really mind? hmm, not really. in fact, it was quite unique and exciting to be here, you also felt safe by his side, and especially intrigued to get to know more about his, quote on quote, playground.

men, or how people called them here; high rollers in pretentious suits, glide like sharks over the soft tumble of the dice. it's all very crowded and distracting, needless to say it was interesting to witness, but you notice how your heart was thumping faster, that's when you began to feel yourself getting difficulties to breathe evenly.

snugly pressed against aventurine, you walk past the shrill murmur of crowds and bells of roulette wheels as the gambler spins you towards his chest, his hand carrying on to hold yours gently, "are you okay? you look a little nervous," he says nonchalantly, although his handsome voice told you a different story, an affectionate perception, "our table is right there, we can take a seat and talk if you want. "

your gaze slowly shifts to where aventurine was pointing his head towards as you look at a large table right next to the exclusive sight of exquisite gold and silver fountains and statuaries. this must've cost a fortune, you were certain that this area alone was the most breathtaking one.

you awkwardly glare up at him, your breathing picking up on tempo, "of course, but..." your last note was drawn out as aventurine cocks a curious brow at you, "would it be okay to excuse myself for a bit?"

you continue shortly, fists balled, "it's a little stuffy here, you see, i'd love to take some fresh air without bothering you about it,"

in all honesty, the air was, well, utterly despicable. the lofty mixture of overpriced cologne and sweat penetrated your nostrils to the point where it began to ache and scratch your brain.

despite the fact that everything was overwhelming in its entirety.

being embarrassed by your human reactions might be an imprecise wording and false emotion to feel, you shouldn't feel bad about this. although you felt awkward and uneasy to ask aventurine if you could take a swift breather outside.

what if he found you to be boring now? or even worse, ungrateful when it was him who made it possible for you to see something like this in the first place.

a high class casino that could never be visited by the ordinary.

he looks at you through his glasses and you could swear his eyes had a mellow glow, a tender glimmer of serenity as his lips carve into a handsome smile, "oh of course, lets go right away so you won't get nauseous," he utters out, his stomach sitting heavy with lead and eagerness to look out for you.

you freeze for a second, "uh, wait, i really don't want to ruin this night for you," and sigh, letting your gaze wander around everywhere but his direction before tapping out a nervous rhythm against the soft marble on the floor.

all aventurine does was laugh airily, "you're adorable,"

"you're not ruining anything, in fact, you really couldn't, even if you tried,"

ugh, everything about you is just so pretty, you're sweet and angelic and he's glad he's bought this dress for you, it fits you like a second skin— aventurine takes note of your beauty, he stores it into the most important places in his brain so he could dream about you later.

memorize how this dress looks on you. closer and closer.

"but here, take my jacket, okay? it's rather cold," he flips his jacket down his shoulders before draping it over your own before suddenly closing the distance from his lips to your ear— silent, there's a voice next to your skin, it's deep, handsome and smoking hot. barely above an octave as it holds a teasing verge to it, "i wouldn't want you to catch a cold, yeah?"

you hum in agreement as you rest your hands above his clothed chest, butterflies storm through your belly and settle heavily inside as aventurine wraps one arm around your waist, his breath wafting around your lovely lips.

you felt the need to kiss him, and so did he, feel the same towards you. for a moment, you two linger feeling each others warmth a little longer, relishing in your precious attempts to getting to know each other better. it's slightly awkward, you could tell that aventurine noticed how your eyes were fighting the urge to keep admiring him.

yet, he's not complaining— he could never, not when you're so cute, and your touch on him was consistently warm, your trace firm but confident, content and safe.

he hopes you will enjoy yourself tonight, and maybe, only maybe, you will invite him over to your place later.

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[lcvemiyuki]

"close to his heart" | hinata, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: you attend an intense and crucial match for the jackals and discover a certain wing spiker wears his promise ring in secret to give him good luck during a game

warnings: fluff, established relationship, timeskip!msby hinata

character(s): hinata

word count: 590

a/n: i saw a fanart of this exact scenario and just HAD to write something about it because ughhhhhhh. like that was me fr in the stands. (if i find out who the artist is i will add it in the future!). also, i know jewelry is prohibited to wear during matches, i don’t know what the protocols are, but for the sake of this writing lets just pretend if anything🤗

art creds: @/sunfluff on ig @/ah_e0k on twt (inspired this scenario)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

'wham!'

the ball ricocheted off the ground, sending the crowd into a frenzied uproar.

the match was a nail-biter, with each team clinging to the game with pure willpower. the players' shoes squeaked in protest against the polished floor; their faces glistened with the sheen of sweat, a tangible testament to their craving for victory.

in the midst of all this, you knew that every match held a special significance for the orange-haired decoy—every single point, every last serve, it all mattered.

as the jackals were nearing the final set of the match, it was apparent that hinata was exhausted, his energy nearly depleted. but adrenaline forced his legs to move just a bit longer, his thigh muscles searing and flexing with every strenuous movement.

all of his senses were heightened.

he became intensely aware of a certain necklace he had tucked under his jersey as well.

the realization of its presence served to slow his fast-beating heart just enough to keep him grounded.

the closest, tangible thing to him wasn't his teammates or the high-speed ball whirling toward him. 

it was you.

wearing his promise to you on a silver chain around his neck was a risky move, but it was the only thing that seemed to calm his nerves.

the game demanded his attention once again as the blond setter lofted a perfect set in his direction. with a sudden burst of renewed energy, hinata leaped for the quick attack, his hand connecting with the ball with infallible precision and force.

the resulting smack echoed ominously through the gym. before anyone could fully comprehend what had happened, the match was over.

the crowd was only a few seconds late in reacting, their cheers filling the stadium as the realization dawned. the shrill sound of the whistle signaled the winning point, initiating a wave of exhilaration that swept through the stands.

"yeah!" hinata yelled, triumphantly balling a fist into the air. his teammates, brimming with uncontained excitement, rushed over with their hands delivering congratulatory slaps on his back.

as the match drew to a close, you finally allowed yourself to release the breath you'd been holding. next to you, the younger, orange-haired girl—her face glowing with pride for her older brother—jumped up and down with joy.

both of you were clad in jackal merch, his number visible on your jerseys. despite blending in with the sea of fans, a pair of keen eyes found you anyway.

after sharing a celebratory hug with natsu, you turned your gaze back down the stadium. you were searching for the mvp of the night—only to find that he was already staring up at you.

at that moment, the deafening noise levels of the stadium seemed to fade into insignificance. it felt as if only you two were there— as if, he was telepathically communicating with you. a loving smile spread across his face as his hand reached for his neck. slowly, he removed the skin-toned bandages to reveal the shiny, silver-chained necklace and his promise ring to you dangling on it.

you gasped, the sound getting caught in your throat and leaving you speechless.

"he was wearing his ring this whole time?" your fingers immediately touch your own, fiddling with it.

as if he could read your mind, hinata’s smile grew larger. he brought the silver ring to his lips in a tender gesture—a small peck that resonated in your heart.

this ring was his good luck charm, the one thing he wanted close to his heart. and for that, he was willing to break a few rules.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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[heyjwi]

7 minutes in heaven | pjs

synopsis: you decided to attend your campus’ halloween party in hopes of seeing your crush, jisung. one thing leads to another and you both end up sweaty and breathless, locked in a closet..

_________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

crush!jisung x fem!reader

warnings: smut, public(?) sex , unprotected

the party was packed. everyone was jumping up and down, screaming song lyrics and passing drinks around. the only thing you were focused on was finding jisung, your eyes scanned around the room until you saw a familiar side profile in the kitchen. you grabbed one of your friends and headed straight to the room.

you ended up joining a random game, only focusing on staring at jisung. his costume was all black, paired with devil horns and a silver necklace. it was all so perfect until..

“jisung and you!”, a random male voice yelled out, his finger pointing right into your face. jisungs head turned ever so slightly to see who he was paired with. you turned to him and smiled, oblivious to whatever you got chosen for.

a bunch of ooo’s and whistles filled the room as jisung slowly stood up and crouched down in front of you, he pushed your hair to the side and whispered,

“i’ll see you in the closet.”, he stood up and walked off without looking back. your soul was quite literally gone. your friends had to snap you out of your thoughts and push you over to the closet. taking a deep breath, you walked in.

jisung stood against the wall in the dark enclosed space, looking into your eyes as you stared into his. he didn’t seem to mind being in here with you, considering how he was now slowly moving closer.

everything felt unreal, feeling his lips on yours. heat spread through your body, causing you to lean in further, deepening the kiss. jisungs hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. his hands found their way to your waist , gently caressing your skin through your dress.

“your so fucking beautiful”, he whisper, moving down to kiss along your jawline. you gasped at the feeling and gripped his hair.

jisung slowly started to unbuckle his belt as he pulled away from the kiss. you watched as his hands fiddled with the silver buckle , staring at his veins bulging out.

as soon as his belt came off, he pushed you against the wall, sliding his hands under your dress. his fingers pressed against the damp middle of your panties.

“we should.. hurry up..”, you breathed out, feeling a new sensation building up inside you. jisung looked up with a grin, he pushed up your dress to your stomach and pulled down his boxers.

everything happened in a flash. jisungs breath hitched as he felt himself slowly entering your tight heat. he groaned, pumping his hips gently at first before picking up the pace. "try to… keep it down..”

your lips parted to release a moan but jisung was quick enough to cover your mouth. grunting quietly, he couldn't contain himself anymore, his hips thrusting in quick jerks as he buried himself as deep as possible with each thrust. his hands tightening over your lips.

jisungs thrusts became faster and harder, his hips slapping against yours. his hands slipped from your face as he pinned you against the wall to steady himself. you latched your teeth onto his neck to hide your sounds, though it didn’t really hide the loud groans you let out.

his fingers dug into your hips as he growled low in his throat, your bodies moving together in a rhythm. the closet was now filled with your heavy breathing and moans. feeling you bite his neck only served to fuel his passion further, his hips grinding against yours even harder.

“fuck i’m almost…” finally reaching his peak, jisungs body tensed, his seed spilling deep inside you. his breath hot and ragged. you panted, your heart racing from whatever just happened.

that’s when you realised, you two were just fucking in a closet at a halloween party where all of your classmates were.

jisung stared at you through his sweaty bangs, bringing up his hand to your chin, making you face him. “the point of the game is to fuck. no ones gonna judge us”, he chuckled, moving away from your body to pull up his pants.

you gulped and pulled down your dress, clearing your throat before speaking up.

“do we just leave now..? i mean like we did this, with no feelings attached?”, you said with a hint of sadness.

you don’t really know what you expected, did jisung like you the way you liked him? or was he just overly loyal to this game.

“i’d like to get to know you more.”

he replied.

© heyjwi

[ladykailitha]

New Year's Eve

Hi!! I hope you all had a great year this year and that the next one is even better.

This is a sequel to this so be sure to read that first.

It does get spicy and there is a trigger warning for homophobic language (Steve's mom is a bitch).

Summary: Eddie and Steve ring in the new year as lovers and inspire others to do the same. Steve's mom tries to make trouble, but trouble finds her instead. All and in all, it's been a good year.

***

“I can’t wear that!” Eddie protested. “I’m going to the Newfield! I’m pretty sure it’s black tie to even breathe in its direction!”

Chrissy raised her eyebrow. “Do you want to know what Steve told me when asked me to help find you something to wear?”

Eddie looked at the red silk button up, the tight leather pants, the chunky boots and grey vest and then back up at her.

He sighed heavily. “Something about being me?”

“Close,” she admitted. “He told me that he wanted to make sure you stood out as the artist. That you were on display as much as your artwork. That people would look at you and go ‘yes, that is the master’. His words, not mine. But you don’t have to wear this. We can find something else.”

Eddie reached out to rub the silk of the shirt between this finger and his thumb.

“I’ll try it on first.”

Chrissy nodded.

He got dressed slowly, taking the time to admire each piece that Chrissy had picked out for him. The pants first. He loved the way they hugged his body without being skin tight. He pulled on the boots, happily twisting in the mirror. They went easily over the pants and highlighted how long his legs were.

Next came the shirt. It was a lot looser than he expected, making it almost billowy in nature. The silk felt divine against his skin. Chrissy tucked it into his pants and rolled up the sleeves. It kinda bunched at the waist, but when he put on the vest, it covered that immediately.

The whole ensemble was set off with leather bangles and chain bracelets on his wrists, a few necklaces that would show off the skin of the first three buttons of the shirt undone.

No earrings, though.

“I wanted earrings and to put your hair up,” Chrissy lamented. “But Steve said he liked your hair down.”

Eddie blushed. He had told Steve that a lot people seemed to think that because he had it long, he had to pull it back. But unless he was painting, Eddie liked it loose.

The fact that Steve had argued on his behalf in favor of leaving it down sent butterflies dancing in his ribcage.

“I like it,” Eddie said, looking into Chrissy’s three way mirror. “It’s classy without taking away who I am.”

Chrissy nodded. “Then I did my job right. I can’t believe I get to be your plus one at this.”

“Steve wanted to be my plus one,” Eddie said. “But then he found out he got ten free tickets to this it made the point moot.”

“Which means all your friends and family get to come,” Chrissy said with a fond smile.

He laughed. “More like he gets to invite all the kids because I also got ten free tickets as the featured artist.”

Her eyes went wide. “Really? So this going to be a blast tonight, isn’t it?”

He turned around a couple more times in the mirror. “Oh hell yeah!”

She clapped excitedly.

“Now show me your dress, Cinderella!” he crowed pushing her in the direction of her closet.

Chrissy giggled and pulled out a garment bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a long silver sheath dress with long sleeves and plunging neckline.

“Try it on and give me a twirl, love!” Eddie cooed.

She got out the underwear she was going to wear with it and slipped behind the mirror. Once she was dressed she stepped out and slowly spun in a circle.

Eddie wolf whistled. “You are going to finally bag that lesbian you’ve had your eye on with the dress, girly. You look fantastic!”

She tugged at the sleeve a little. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

Eddie picked her up and spun her around. “I think it’s perfect for an art exhibition.”

She blushed. “Yeah, okay. Let’s finish getting ready. We have to be at the Newfield by three so you can get everything how you want it.”

Eddie didn’t have much more to do so he wandered the loft a bit. It was strange to see it so empty. But all his artwork was either hung up or displayed to be auctioned off.

When Chrissy joined him, she had another garment bag and black silk shirt and deep blue vest.

“What’s this for?” he asked as he took the hanger from her.

“The exhibition tonight,” she said. “You can’t wear the same thing you wore to the auction, babe.”

He blinked at her in confusion. “Why not?”

“People are snobs,” was her curt response.

Eddie frowned but a slow smile spread over his face. “Does that mean that Steve has change too?”

Chrissy smacked his arm. “No sex in the Newfield, you heathen!”

“Well, someone has to pin the art to the walls,” he replied with a smirk.

She stared at him wide-eyed. “Did you just call Steve a work of art?”

“Yup!”

“Oh god,” she sighed. “This is going to be a long night.”

Eddie kissed her cheek. “You love me though.”

Chrissy batted him away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

*

The auction was huge success and they ended up raising more than three million dollars for “Roll Initiative”.

And according to Steve there would probably be checks waiting for them at the end of the night, too.

Eddie was sad to see the blue jewel toned tux Steve had been in for the auction go, but the outfit he arrived in for the exhibition more than made up for it.

He was all in black with matching long tie and pocket square. From a distance you almost couldn’t see the tie at all. It made Eddie feel things. Uncomfortable things considering how tight these leather pants were.

Eddie was coming back with two glasses of champagne for him and Steve when he saw the most elegant woman he had ever laid eyes on in his life chatting with him.

He got a little closer and realized they weren’t chatting, it was far too heated for a chat.

“I don’t even know why you’re here, Mom,” Steve was saying.

Mrs. Harrington waved him off. “All board members get tickets to these sort of events and when I heard you had booked the night, I just had to see who my son would pick for his little pet artist.” She wrinkled her nose. “But I wasn’t expecting this.” She waved her hand at the artwork on the wall.

“And what’s wrong with it?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

She flicked his forehead. “Don’t scowl, Steven. You don’t have much good looks to ruin, but don’t ruin what you have.”

Eddie had bite the inside of his cheek to avoid throwing hands with this woman.

Steve leveled her with a glare. “You could have looked up who he was, Mom. You didn’t have to come.”

Mrs. Harrington sneered. “What if I wanted to see my son? To see what he had done with all the money his father had left him?

Steve straightened up. “Don’t act like you didn’t get the lion’s share of Dad’s money when he died.”

“It was the least he could do considering he died of a heartache in that woman’s bed!” she hissed.

Steve barely suppressed a giggle, Eddie did not. She turned to him and critically eyed his clothes, his hair, his tattoos.

“And who are you supposed to be?” Mrs. Harrington snarled.

Eddie walked up to Steve and handed him a glass. Then with his free hand, slid it around Steve’s waist.

Steve leaned into Eddie’s side, soaking up the warmth and support. “This is Eddie Munson, Mom. The artist being shown tonight and my boyfriend.”

Contempt darkened her face as she looked him over again. “Just like your father, throwing events for the whores that grace his bed as favors. I thought you better than this, Steven.”

Eddie bristled but Steve laughed outright. “Oh, Mom. You know nothing about me if you think that. When was this event put on the schedule?”

Mrs. Harrington wiggled her shoulders. “I wouldn’t know, dear.”

“Bullshit,” Steve snapped. “You know very well when it was.”

She glared at him. “Fine, back in August. I don’t know the exact date.”

“The seventeenth. For the silent auction,” Steve acknowledged. “When was it turned into the double event.”

She squirmed under his gaze until she folded. “After Thanksgiving.”

Eddie turned to Steve in shock. “What?”

“That was when I decided it would be my Christmas gift to you,” Steve murmured, nuzzling Eddie neck.

“But we didn’t get together until Christmas!” Eddie said.

Mrs. Harrington looked away.

Steve scoffed. “Which you probably also knew, considering how close you are to Dr. Martin Brenner, the head of the board. Because I called him on Boxing Day to let him know the change in plans regarding the speeches tonight.”

She turned to scowl at him.

“And I’m betting that’s when you decided you wanted to crash the party,” Steve continued. “You couldn’t let me enjoy tonight with all my low brow friends and my boyfriend.”

“It’s demeaning!” she hissed. “Your father would be very displeased if you saw you now.”

Steve laughed again. “That’s what you said when I bought out the stockholders. And again when I changed the way the company did business. And again when I hired Robin. And again when I had the Hendersons move in with me when they lost their house to a fire. And again when when I came out as bisexual last year. I’m glad he would be displeased with me, because that means I’m doing something right.”

Mrs. Harrington gasped, bringing her hand to her chest. “We didn’t raise you this way! To wallow in the depths of sin!”

“No, you didn’t and thank God that Steve didn’t listen to a god damn thing,” Eddie said, tightening his grip on Steve’s waist. “Because this is the best, most beautiful, bright, wonderful human being I’ve ever met and I’m happy I get to call him mine.”

“He’ll tire of you, you know,” she smirked. “Just like his father. Always hopping from one bed to the next. He was always like that. Even as a child, never being able to focus on one thing for long. The way he would just prattle on.”

Eddie could feel the blood boil up under his skin. He was sure that it was just his parents that made Steve feel like he was too much, but home should be safe.

“Sounds more to me like bad parenting,” he said nonchalant, “then it being a problem with Steve.” He kissed Steve’s cheek. “Come on, babe. Jeff and the boys wanted to meet you.”

And then they left her standing there sputtering and stomping her foot.

They went in search of Eddie’s friends, who were thankfully all grouped together.

“Finally we get meet the man, the legend,” the short, fluffy haired one that reminded Steve of Dustin.

“Steve, these the remaining members of the Hellfire Club,” Eddie said, steadfastly ignoring the comment. “Jeff Lawrence, his girlfriend, Miranda Steiner, Gareth Hughes and his twin Gethin, and Brian Martin. Gethin and Miranda aren’t participating members, but are important nonetheless.”

Steve waved. “Nice to meet you all.”

Miranda looked around. “When Eddie told us that you had organized all this for him, I didn’t believe it. But it’s so amazing for people to come see this, see his work.”

Eddie’s phone went off. Then again. And again. He pulled it out to look at it.

“Holy shit!” he cried.

“What’s up, Ed?” Gareth asked, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m getting notifications from my website of people buying prints and posters and mugs...” he whispered.

“Looks like you’re going to have to expand your marketplace, Eds,” Steve murmured before kissing his cheek.

“T-shirts,” Jeff suggested. “I always wanted one of the half-elf fighter.”

“Tumblers!” Gareth said excitedly. “Or those insulated coffee mugs.”

“Dice boxes!” was Miranda’s contribution. “You could even start getting dice made based on your work. Like a purple and green swirling one for the half-orc bard.”

Eddie’s eyes glittered. “And selling that stuff would give me time to work on my own passion projects plus being able to focus on the charity...” He turned to Steve. “And it’s all because of you, Stevie. I can’t thank you enough.”

He pulled Steve closed and kissed fiercely on the lips.

Steve was bright red when they finally pulled apart. “You did all the work, babe, I just forced people to look.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I might have a couple of ideas,” Steve growled low and seductive.

Eddie gulped and then turned to his friends. “Yup, bye. It’s nice to seeing you all, but I’ve really got to dash!”

He grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him toward the bathroom. He hit all the stall doors to make sure they were empty and locked the door behind them.

“I almost creamed my pants at your little suggestion,” his voice came out as a low rumble, deep and dark from his chest.

Steve’s eyelids drooped and he looked up at Eddie through his eyelashes. “Did you now? It must have been so painful in those pants, darling. Should I help you out?”

Eddie gulped. He had brought Steve in here for the express purpose of getting off with his boyfriend, but now faced with the actual prospect of seeing Steve on his knees had him shaking.

Steve ran his hands over Eddie’s torso as he slid to the floor. He looked at his watch and grinned. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the countdown. Let’s see if I can get you off before then.”

Eddie staggered against the door for something to support him because he knew once Steve got his mouth on him, his knees were going to buckle.

Steve slowly unzipped Eddie’s pants and was pleased to see that no there was nothing between him and Eddie’s cock. He slid his hands up and down Eddie’s thighs as he took in the sight.

Eddie was about to tell him to hurry up when Steve licked a slow agonizing stripe up his length. His retort became a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck, Stevie,” he gasped. “You feel so good.”

And then Steve took him completely in his mouth and good wasn’t even close as a descriptor for how amazing it felt.

Steve was licking, sucking, and kissing in turns and all Eddie could do was grab the beautiful man before him and hold on for dear life.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to come down Steve’s throat with a breathy moan.

Steve tucked him away and then Eddie pulled him to his feet to kiss him deeply.

“Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart,” he muttered against Steve’s lips. “That is the hardest I’ve ever come.”

Steve smirked. “That’s just the appetizer. The main course will be tonight after the exhibition. I just didn’t want you feeling uncomfortable all night because I gave you a raging hard on.”

Eddie chuckled. “My hero.”

Steve checked his watch and nodded. “We’ve got five minutes to wash up and get back out there before the ball drop.”

Eddie leaned his head against the door and let out a shuddering sigh. “I think mine already did.”

Steve laughed.

“Chrissy is going to kill me, by the way,” Eddie said once he had caught his breath enough to stand on his own.

“Oh?” he asked, looking up from where he was washing in hands in the basin.

“Yeah, she told me no sex in the Newfield,” he said, cocking his head to the side with an easy smile. “And that just happened.” He waved between them lazily indicating what they just got up to.

Steve laughed. “Oh boy, is she going to be in for a shock.”

Eddie walked over and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. “Yeah, how’s that, babe?”

“It’s a badly kept secret that the board brings their lovers in here all the time to fuck among the art.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, god. I can’t wait to tell her.”

Steve grinned back at him and they got cleaned up and made it back out to the main area before the countdown.

Mrs. Harrington glared at them when they emerged hand in hand.

The countdown began.

“10.”

“9.”

“8.”

“Happy New Year’s Eds.”

“5.”

“Happy New Year’s, baby.”

“2.”

“1.”

They pressed their lips together as fireworks ignited outside, bursting over top of the Newfield to ring in the new year.

When they broke apart, they looked around for all their friends and family. Dustin and Suzie were making out under Eddie’s painting of the Entwives. Lucas and Max had their heads pressed together as they held hands. Wayne and Claudia were happily chatting away near a statue of some Greek hero. All of the Hellfire club had clustered together and were toasting the New Year. Even Robin and Chrissy had finally sealed the deal, judging from the way Chrissy was laughing into Robin’s neck.

But no, the surprise of the evening was the way El was smiling and hopping up and down joyfully at Will and Mike slow dancing to the music in their heads. Mike’s hand gently pressed against Will’s side while his other hand was clasped in Will’s. Will’s hand kept stroking Mike’s face like if he stopped, Mike would vanish into thin air.

Eddie licked his lips. “Well that’s new.”

Steve laughed. “It most certainly is. But it’s also a long time coming. I think they had to grow up first.”

“Do you–you don’t think they got together because of us, do you?” Eddie asked shyly.

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully.

“I mean it might have got their heads of their ass,” he said after a moment. “But that a thought for another time. I’m practically vibrating to get you out of those clothes.”

“You’ve got it, baby,” Eddie murmured, kissing the side of his mouth. “Let’s go say goodbye and then we’ll leave.”

They said their goodbyes and had reached the door when Steve felt someone pull on his arm.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Steven?” Mrs. Harrington hissed. “There is still an hour left and having both the host and artist leave before the end? Scandalous!”

Steve shrugged her off. “I’m an adult, Mom. I have been for nearly a decade. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“Maureen!” someone called out.

All three of them turned to see a distinguished older gentleman with a neat beard and shining eyes.

“Oliver!” Mrs. Harrington greeted.

Oliver Jensen was one of the museums biggest donors and on the board with her.

Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand and held it tightly.

“Word tonight has reached me of your homophobic views,” Oliver said with a rich accent that practically oozed grace and dignity. “I was hoping you would refute the rumor.”

Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand. He didn’t know who this man was but he would be stupid not realize that he was on their side.

“It’s a perversion in the sight of God!” Mrs. Harrington hissed. “This man has corrupted my son.”

Oliver tilted his head in confusion. “He came out as bisexual three years ago and only recently met Mr. Munson, how could he have corrupted your son?”

“Have you seen the filth this man puts on his website?!” she snarled.

Oliver blinked at her. “Yes, of course. Talented young man. I’m quite fond of the Drow BDSM scene with the spider web behind them. I was hoping that the original would have been up for auction earlier and was sadly disappointed it wasn’t.”

“Text Stevie your address,” Eddie said. “I’ll have it mailed right over.”

Oliver lit up. “Oh would you? It’s my husband’s favorite piece!”

Mrs. Harrington blanched. But then she turned red. “You Satan’s spawn! You’ll go to hell too!”

Oliver snapped his fingers and Mrs. Harrington was being pulled away, kicking and screaming.

He pulled out his checkbook. “Who do I make this out to?” he asked Eddie. “You or the charity?”

Eddie blinked. “You don’t have to! Think of it as a gift for throwing the old hag out.”

Oliver laughed. “So the charity then.” He wrote out the check and handed it over to Steve because Eddie was too stunned to take it.

“Sir,” Steve said. “This is too much.”

Oliver waved him off. “Nonsense. It’s great to see children being encouraged to participate in things outside the norm.” He patted them both on the cheek and walked away.

Eddie finally startled out of his daze to look over Steve’s shoulder. There in big, bold, black ink was a check made out to Roll for Initiative to the tune of one million dollars.

“Oh shit.”

Steve could only agree. He carefully put it in his wallet so he wouldn’t lose it and then took Eddie’s hand again.

“Here’s to the best year I’ve ever had,” Steve murmured.

“And here’s to the next one that will be even better!” Eddie agreed.

They kissed as the fireworks continued to burst in the night sky behind them.

Later they would go Eddie’s loft and strip each other bare. Then they would make love several times before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

And when Steve woke up the next morning he found Eddie in front of an easel.

He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “What’s got you working at seven am on New Year’s day?”

Eddie relaxed against Steve’s broad chest. “A companion piece to your Christmas present.”

Steve nuzzled him right below his ear. “Oh?”

“Nothing about your painting said that it was a D&D yellow dragon,” Eddie murmured. “So after tea, the yellow dragon transforms and...” He shoved hair in front of his face, even though he knew Steve couldn’t see it at that angle.

Steve hummed thoughtfully. “Perhaps you show me what the dragon does to ravish his knight.”

“It’s a long way off from being finished.”

Steve took Eddie’s earlobe between his teeth. “I meant in the bedroom, darling.”

Eddie got up so fast that the knocked over the stool in his haste to get them back to the bedroom.

Steve laughed as he followed behind. He thought back to that day when he called and spoke Chrissy on a whim.

He had been so sure she would tell him to get lost. Dismiss him as just another creepy fanboy just trying to get into Eddie’s pants. He left the business card in their mailbox and hoped.

He got way more than he bargained for. All he wanted when he set out on this quest was to get something for the Party that they would cherish forever. What he got was lifelong friends, an amazing boyfriend, and Robin a girlfriend.

Perhaps magic existed after all.

***

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[charlizekkelly]

dark descent ; billy hargrove

Paring: fem! reader x Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

TW’s: Drugs (drugging), kidnapping, minor stalking, mentions of death/ taking lives.

Word count: 1516

Author’s note: I like my Yandere men…so Billy is on the darker side plus who wouldn’t want this man to be obsessed with you? This hasn't been proofread so, deal with it! (interact to be tagged in future parts)

Pt. One | Two | Three

He was supposed to kill her. At least, that’s what he told her – that he was supposed to feed her to the beast that lurked in Hawkins – but he couldn’t. So instead, he’d made a deal with the beast – one life for five others – and snatched her from the light. Nothing but a silenced scream and the low rumble of an accelerating engine left to echo across the night, because who was he to give her up?

The light to his dark descent.

Bitumen stones skittered across the lamp-lit street as the toe of her Converses sent them tumbling and she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, unbound tresses and emerald-green shirt shifting in the night’s breeze, jeans littered with glitter from the preschoolers she’d spent her afternoon babysitting twinkling in the light. And because luck was on her side, the McGill residence was on the opposite side of town to where she lived along its outskirts, a stretch of forest and gravelled road separating her household from the rest.

She found peace in the silence of the night as her gaze flitted to the rustling leaf litter and lingered on a dark shape situated beside her driveway, brows furrowing with her confusion, bitumen giving way to gravel. Her instincts bellowed at her to turn around – to head back to the safety of Hawkins’ suburbs – but, instead of heeding its silent command, she paused in the centre of the road, booted feet crunching beneath her as she pivoted in a slow circle, corralling around her senses whilst she surveyed the shadowed tree line.

“Hello?” she murmured unsurely, mentally cursing herself a moment later when the foolishness of her actions caught up to her.

Could you be any more of an idiot? She thought, shaking her head before she started forward and an eerie whistle ghosted the night, drawing her gaze to a shadow distorting a tree trunk. Pinpricks trailed across her arms beneath the fabric of her long-sleeved shirt as the sensation of being watched embedded itself in her bloodstream, impossible to ignore when a sharp snap to her left lurched her attention to the awaiting darkness, heart jackhammering in her chest before she whirled to the shadow beside the tree, only to find it gone.

Breathing in a fortifying breath, she hurriedly started for her driveway, clutching the strap of her bag as her heart raced beneath her sternum to a rhythm she wished to slip from, refusing to acknowledge the fear oozing into her bloodstream. Dammit Eddie, she thought as her mind drifted to the brunette boy from her science lab. Why did he have to talk about monsters from his latest campaign?

A startled scream tumbled from her lips when a familiar blond with shoulder-length curls stepped into the light of a flickering lamppost. “Billy?” she blurted, eyeing him with a frown carved across her brow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Needed some fresh air,” Billy said, shrugging his leather-clad shoulders like it wasn’t strange to lurk in the darkness, a cigarette perched between his fingers.

“...Because smoking will give you that?” she quipped, arching her eyebrows with a fissure of bemusement as she gestured to his cigarette.

He huffed a husky laugh as he shook his head, dropping the cigarette to the floor and snuffing it beneath his boot. “Honestly? I was waiting for you.”

 Confusion trickled through her veins and settled in the centre of her chest as she appraised him for a long moment, silver necklace peeking from his maroon-red t-shirt glinting in the moonlight, his sapphire-blue irises impossibly dark in the night’s thrall. Billy cut a striking image in the darkness, one that sent a bolt of awareness down her spine and reminded her of the attraction she felt – chose to ignore – toward Hawkins’ resident ‘bad boy’.

But, despite the attraction she felt for him, it was strange — foreign — for him to seek her out. He was the bad boy; the new ‘king’ of Hawkins High and she was the girl who favoured silence; a nobody content in a world full of people longing to be someone. So, why now did he choose to wait for her? What prompted his change of heart?

“Why are you here?” she murmured, surveying him with a fissure of carefully masked unease.

“I needed to see you,” he said, taking a step in her direction that she mirrored with two back.

“Why?” she said, glancing over her shoulder like she’d find a savour in the darkness, heart racing beneath her sternum.

Billy’s eyes dropped to the gravel road as he toed the ground with his boot, husky voice drifting across the night, stare returning to hers. “Did you know there’s a beast in Hawkins?”

Her tongue darted out to wet the flesh of her bottom lip as a nervous breath stuttered from her chest, grip tightened on her bag, palms claming with sweat. “They’re stories,” she said, a tremble to her voice.

“Are they?” he prompted, cocking his head eerily to the side as something she couldn’t place careened through his eyes.

“The Hellfire Club might have started that rumour to ruffle the jocks’ feathers, but the Mind Flayer…thing isn’t real. The Flayed were something they tacked on to scare the freshmen,” she said, recalling Eddie and Dustin’s smug pride when they’d told her about it.

“The Mind Flayer is very real, sweetheart,” he crooned, a sinful smirk dappling his features.

“It’s not,” she objected, shaking her head as if it would dissuade his words.

Billy held her gaze for a long moment as the moonlight dappled his face and highlighted his features in a way she found enthralling like a sailor lured to the unforgiving reefs by the forlorn song of a siren, misleading her budding fear for a few seconds. Terror cleaved a wicked path through her chest as she forced herself to refocus and he stalked closer, hand darting out to wrap around her bicep, staunching her retreat with uncanny ease.

“It wanted you dead,” he murmured, stooping down to hold her gaze with an off-putting lilt to his tone, opposing hand lifting to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “But I couldn’t kill you. You’re so…different–a light in the Flayer’s darkness so, I struck a deal with it.”

“What did you do, Billy?” she muttered, a chill creeping into her bones despite the fragment of her being that preened beneath his attention.

“I offered it something.”

“What did you offer it?” she said, gritting the words through her teeth as she pulled against his grasp.

A grin brimming with malignant satisfaction crawled across his face as his scent of leather and mahogany filled her lungs, a lightness she’d never seen trickling into his eyes like the warmth of sunlight melting the winter’s snow. His calloused thumb stroked the flesh of her chest as tenderly as someone treated the finest jewel, sapphire irises alight with depraved adoration – for her – that couldn’t be extinguished. 

“Five lives to spare yours,” he said, not a trace of regret in his tone as he peered down at her.

“Billy–” she started, panicking as his hand dropped from her face to search for something in his jacket’s pocket.

“Shh,” he murmured, the brush of fabric ghosting her fingers. “I couldn’t let you die, my sweet girl.”

“Please–” 

“You’re mine. My light,” he cajoled, a soft smile bathed with reassurance quirking his lips.

“I need to go–” she tried, pulling against his grip.

A flash of white darted across her vision before her heart lurched in her chest and Billy’s hand swiftly moved, blanketing her senses with a sweet-smelling odour. Dread prickled across her chest as she struggled against his grasp and his hand released her bicep, his arm banding around her waist, her palms pressing against his abdomen, a sickening sensation swirling in her stomach.

Dizziness swelled across her mind as she squirmed in Billy’s hold and gravity turned its back on her, limbs moving in a disorientated tangent, heart racing in her chest. Her breaths came short and choppy, wedging the wrongness she felt to the forefront of her mind until it was impossible to ignore. Blinking did little to dislodge the unsteadiness she felt, hands gripping the leather of Billy’s jacket to hold herself up instead of trying to push him away.

Through the jumble of her mind and rioting senses, she peered up at him with glazed eyes, brow creased with her confusion. “What…did you d-do to me?” she murmured, her words muffled by the cloth.

“What had to be done,” he said, holding her gaze for a long moment.

Her eyelids fluttered as her grasp tightened on his jacket and she swayed on her feet, head feeling heavy before he removed the cloth and fluidly hoisted her into his arms; one hooked beneath her knees, the other remaining around her waist. Gravel stones crunched distortedly in her eardrums, coming and going as she groggily blinked up at him, barely registering the stars above or the gentle breeze kissing her skin.

“It’s just a story, Billy,” she breathed, willing him to believe her feeble whisper as she fought to keep her eyes open – to fight the bout of unconsciousness begging to wrench her into its embrace.

His blue eyes gazed down at her with a softness she couldn’t escape, lips twisted in an almost smile as the husky tone of his voice wrapped around her senses moments before the darkness of sleep claimed her. “And yet, it brought you to me. The light to my dark descent.”

[zaynmirrors]

A/N: I’ll be starting a tag list for this fic. Daryl and reader have been together for a while. I have their whole love story mapped out so I can post that at some point too. Let me know what you guys think!

JUST US

Chapter One: Riders On the Storm

Day Zero

Police sirens sounded as she reached for her phone, dialing her husband. The phone rang and rang, and rang. She cursed to herself putting her phone back into her pocket.

They were far from town, but the sirens blared loud enough to hear miles away. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she tried to breathe, confused but also fully aware of what this all meant.

Two hours ago the TV they kept turned on in the living room had gone blank, then displayed an emergency broadcast. Now the phones wouldn’t work.

Her husband was working at the local garage this morning, one of the few odd jobs he did. If she knew her husband well enough he’d be speeding home in that banged-up red pickup.

Just then Daryl walked through the door, clearly rattled. “Pack a bag, we gotta go,” he said hurriedly.

“What’s going on?” He brushes past her opening the hall closet grabbing his crossbow and holding it out to her. “Daryl”

“Y/n we gotta go, now” he looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes were wide like he’d seen something that had shaken him. She said nothing and grabbed the bow setting it on the back of the couch.

She watched as he grabbed their backpacks out of the closet, then began to frantically pack clothing, and canned food into their packs.

Y/n went into their bedroom, grabbing Daryl’s wedding band. One of the few sentimental things she didn’t want to leave behind. He hardly wore the band but it still meant a lot to the both of them. The second thing she grabbed was a necklace chain, placing his wedding band onto the chain, then clasping it around her neck.

She opened their closet door and began digging for the hunting knife Daryl had gifted her one year. It was missing, “I grabbed it” Daryl spoke behind her. Watching her as she stood and turned to look at him.

He noted the worn golden band on the silver chain around her neck. He should’ve known. She stepped closer to him, worry in her eyes. With his free hand, he rubbed her cheek, leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you” he spoke. Hearing those words was a rarity.

She sighed closing her eyes. This was it, the end of the world. Though it’s not how she thought it would happen. She guessed it didn’t matter. “We have to go get Dad” she spoke quietly, he only gave a curt nod.

Daryl jerked away as he heard the screen door creak open. “Stay here,” he told her. Grabbing the hunting knife from her pack. She watched as he walked down the hall, disappearing from her sight.

“Son of a bitch” she heard, albeit muffled, “Merle you can’t just-“ the rest she couldn’t make out. She made her way back out to the living room, where Merle and her husband stood.

“Hey princess” Merle drawled, smirking down at her. She shuddered, hating the nickname he’d chosen to call her over the years.

“You finished packing?” Daryl turned to her, eyes soft and questioning. She simply nodded, even though she wanted to pack the whole house in those two packs. Daryl sighed, knowing what she was thinking. He wished they could too.

Merle whistled, “Alright lovebirds, let’s get on with this shit show” walking to the screen door. It groaned as he opened it, stepping onto their porch.

Y/n followed behind him, turning to watch as Daryl locked and shut the door. He walked past her and down the steps of their porch.

The stairs creaked as she stepped down them one last time and over to the beat-up red Ford truck. Daryl held the door open for her as she stepped up into the truck.

Daryl slammed the door shut as she stared at their home. She barely noticed as he slipped in beside her. The engine of the old truck roared to life. Suddenly their home became smaller and smaller as he backed down their driveway.

The roads twisted as they made their way to her father's. The two sat in silence as he turned down the gravel driveway. Y/n noticed the front door was ajar as the truck came to a stop.

She went to get out but Daryl put an arm over her chest, stopping her. He slid out of the truck, rounding the front of the truck. Y/n watched as he made his way inside. Deciding not to wait she got out and headed inside.

A heavy metallic fragrance sat in the air. Instantly she knew the smell. Blood. “Daryl” She called out quietly, stepping a foot over the threshold of the door. There was a scraping noise, like an end table scuffing against the floor.

Y/n didn’t have a chance to react as she was tackled to the ground. She tried to push the being off of her, but with no luck. Screaming, she tried again as it snarled and lunged at her.

Y/n struggling against the being on top of her for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly the thing on top of her went slack. She cried out pushing it off of her, scrambling to get far away from it.

“Y/n you alright?” Daryl asked crouching to her level, “did it get you?” She shook her head, gasping for breath as she looked at the person lying limp next to them.

“What the fuck” she breathes out, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her dad, they were here for her dad. “Where’s dad?”

“Y/n” he spoke softly, like he was speaking to a wounded animal. Her stomach dropped and she shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.

She scrambled to get up, Daryl stood with her grabbing her as she tried to make her way back into the house. There was no way he’d let her lay eyes on the scene in her father’s bedroom.

“No” she croaked, pushing against Daryl. He only held onto her tighter. “No” was all she could say before sobbing into his chest. He was unsure of what to say, so he just held her.

Neither of them had heard Merle approach the porch until he spoke, “As touching as this is, we need to get on the road” Daryl glared at his brother, though he was right but he wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Y/n sniffled, as Daryl released her from his grip and ushered her back to the truck. She stared down at the floorboard, unsure of how she’d gotten back in the vehicle. Daryl had spoken to her, but she hadn’t paid attention.

She wanted nothing more than to curl in on herself, maybe even wake up cause this had to have been a dream. Right? Y/n rested her head against his shoulder, staring at the road ahead as he drove.

Chapter 2

[comfy-animewriter]

Beach Set up~Denki x reader

Warning: Fluff! female reader! xDenki Kaminari! xShortcircuit! xSpin the bottle! xTeenagers! xCute! xConfessing love! xTalks about a lot of outfits!

Info: Y/N means your name, L/N means your last name. h/c means your hair color, and s/c means your skin color. f/c means favorite color as well!

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I loved this idea a lot and wanted to do it! This was my first ask in my inbox so of course I had to do this! I hope this is what you wanted and what you visualized! By the way, if other people want to inbox me please do! I have been running out of many ideas.

Also: You are Kirishima's younger sister but you have his red eyes, which is why they are not up there. I also feel like Denki is a little oc. But, I do imagine him being shy with his crush but then he figures out the reader likes him back. Well, no need for him to be the only one embarrassed. His pickup lines will continue. Let's get into the one shot!

Your crimson eyes look around as you feel the car merge onto the side. The beautiful sun shines down in the middle of nowhere as there is a bit of grassy spots outside. The radio is turned up in the background growing out the sound of Sero and your older brother, Eijiro or as you call him. Eiji, arguing in the back. You eyes flutter to the ash-blond who is driving, is window fully down and his hand outside holding onto the car.

The ash-blond wore black jeans with holes in the knees and a black V-neck shirt. His hair was spiky as ever and looked rough. He also had a jean-like flannel. The sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and two pockets were placed on either side, as it was a button-up. To complete his look, he wore retros that were all black with a pop of orange and homemade laces that were dyed.

His piercing red eyes look into yours and he raises a brow at you confused. "What the fuck is up?" He questions, his voice rougher than usual. Bakugou's eyes land back on the road once again.

"Just bored I guess." You reply shrugging your shoulders. Bakugou nods at you showing he is listening. Mina jumps forward in the little space as she sits in the middle with Denki in the back of you.

"Whatcha talking about?!" She questions as she hums thoughtfully at the two of you. You glance at her for a moment before softly answering.

"Just saying I was bored, Mina." You smile glancing back at her. For a brief moment, you could see Denki's golden eyes widen and look at his yellow and black Jordan 1s. You huff a breath confused before settling back down in your seat. Mina looks you up and down and whistles at you.

"Girlie! Look out the window!!" She smiles at you brightly her light pink skin shimmering in the sunlight that leaks through the windows. Mina wore a crop top that was all light turquoise, and her bra strap that was seen on her right shoulder a hot pink. Mina's hair had a hot pink sparkly bobby pin in it on the side. She was a silver girlie and wore big silver hoops along with a beaded turquoise and light pink necklace. Her outfit was completed with black leggings and sparkly pink Nike blazers.

The sparkly girl just sits back and sings along with the song playing. Eijiro looks at me before he leans forward in the middle, his seatbelt off as his hand ruffles Mina's hair. "Hey!" Mina squeels pushing Eijiro away and she sticks out her tongue, a piercing placed on it.

You see this happen in the rearview mirror and you just laugh to yourself, before Denki's golden eyes settle on you in the rearview mirror. Your hand clasps over your lips and you muffle your laughing. A warm red blush paints across your cheeks making Denki look down once more.

You always had a crush on Denki but never wanted to tell him. You were as clueless as him but you both liked each other. Just, never wanting to admit it or say anything to your friends.

You hands unbuckle your seat and you lean your back on the car door. Bakugou looks at you amused his eyes then proceeding to focus. "Don't fall out," Bakugou smirks as you pout, your f/c Converse gently nudges his side. The ash-blond rolls his eyes and moves your foot away from him.

Locks of your h/c hair flow one with the wind as you take in the sight. Nothing else felt like it mattered as you just listened to the waves by the ocean that were appearing closer and the wind kissing your face. Your s/c skin looks picture-perfect in the sun. Denki's window is down and his eyes widen looking at you. Your face warms up and you feel little butterflies enter your heart.

The moment pauses as you take in what Denki looks like. His handsome golden eyes and messy, tousled bright yellow hair. The way his white t-shirt that is a v-neck like Bakugou's, shows off his slightly toned body. The way his pikachu hoodie that was all black but the leaves were yellow, tie around his waist. Making, him look cute in your opinion. The black jeans that had little sparks of lightning on his thighs, that he painted himself. Denki continues to look away as you don't want to. His perfect, black choker around his neck with a silver chain attached to it.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck and gives you a half nervous smile, eyes not wanting to meet your red ones that were bright, and full of life. "Ooooo~!" Comes from Mina making Denki's entire body jolt. The yellow-haired hero's eyes dilate looking at you and his famous dumb smile plays on his lips.

Mina made Denki short circuit! Your eyes widen with fear as you swing back in the car and hop over the center console. "Mina, switch me... I am going to help Denki." You say to her. Mina gets up and hops into the passenger seat you were in.

You sit next to Denki and your hands grab his bigger ones. You hold his hands in his lap as his frying brain makes his body spasm slightly, startling you instantly.

"Denki, bro? Y/N what happened?" Eijiro asks you making you sigh, Eijiro leans forward as Sero leans forward too. Sero wears a black beanie, and a black sweatfit. You brother, wears a red hoodie with the Nike sign that is little on the far left side. He wore black basketball shorts with his hair up and spiky, a red bandana around his forehead and tied in the back. Hightop red Nike's complete the outfit.

"Denki was looking at me and then Mina said ooooo. He then started to short circuit like crazy." You manage to say as your free hand that wasn't holding Denki's two then push his head on your shoulder. Everyone's seat belts off as the car grew silent. Pieces like a puzzle made everyone look at each other except you looked at Mina, Sero, Eijiro, and Bakugou confused.

Denki has a crush on you, but your to naive to think he does. So, of course, the puzzle pieces in your head don't match up. Mina gives everyone the "I'm gonna pare them up, together." Look as you blink looking down at the 16-year-old who is now sleeping.

Silence continues to fill the car before Bakugou pulls up and parks on the beach. Mina gets out with Bakugou as you shift your body, subtly shifting Denki without stirring him awake. Eijiro ruffles your hair before winking at you and climbing over the seat after Sero. Waves of the ocean trample over each other as they make a nice motion.

Your eyes scan to see Mina, carrying a blanket and Bakugou carrying two cases of soda. Eijiro and Sero both try to push the cooler on the sand and they finally get it to roll. Your eyes drift down to Denki's sleeping form. Your back leans against the leather seat. Your eyes drift close as you feel yourself nod off. Before sleep captures you, you feel Denki's head snuggle closer into your neck as the side of your face lays on fluffy, soft hair. Warm, calloused hands instinctively pull you closer to them.

The waves lull you to sleep and you are at rest with your crush.

~~~~~Bakusquad~~~~

Once Mina sets the blanket down on the sand she sits on the blanket that is tye dye colors. Bakugou walks up, some sand entering his shoes as he sets down the soda on the sand. He stands there watching the sun stand on the horizon, the clouds a soft cotton candy color in the sky. Eagles and other birds fly into the distance making it look like a beautiful Bob Ross picture.

Sero and Kirishima get the cooler on the side of the blanket and they huff and puff. Sero falls onto the blanket as he turns on his back, "I am never doing that again." He looks into the sky and still, his chest is heaving with ragged breaths.

Kirishima nods his head agreeing as he puts an arm around Bakugou's shoulder, "Hey, let's talk about Denki bros-"

Mina instantly cuts Kirishima off and says, "Yeah! Denki's massive crush on Y/N!"

Bakugou crosses his arms and raises a brow at Mina. "Pinky! You are the reason dunce face short circuted! If you didn't make that sound we wouldn't be dealing with him sleeping to recharge!"

"Yeah, yeah." Mina sighs as she puts her hands up in mock surrender. Kirishima lets go of Bakugou and stands beside his best friend.

"Truth or dare. We can do that to get the two of them to admit to each other." Kirishima smiles his big toothy grin as his idea pops in his head.

"Mmm... that is a great idea!" Mina squeals as she gets up and jumps up and down. Kirishima pauses before answering Mina.

"Don't, make em' to anything bad Mina. I don't want my sis to do anything she is not comfortable with." Kirishima raises his voice slightly and nods his head waiting for Mina to answer.

"Fine, fine." Mina puffs out her cheeks as Sero laughs and lightly punches her shoulder.

"Promise Mina?" Sero asks as Bakugou talks to Kirishima about something, their voice inaudible to them both. "I promise. I cross my heart." Mina vouches her fingers crossed and x over her heart. Little did Sero know, Mina had her fingers crossed behind her back.

~~~~Sleeping Duo~~~~

Denki's eyes open as a yawn escapes his lips. He looks out the window of the car, the stars settled in the night sky. Denki's eyes fall onto your sleeping form. Heat rises in his face as a blush spreads across the freckles he has.

Denki stops cuddling you and sits up, removing his face from your shoulder. Your head leans on his for support so your neck falls to the side, your small snores leaving you. Denki softly smiles at you and he pauses for a moment. You are so beautiful, sleeping or awake.

The young hero sees you shiver making his eyes look down at his pickachu hoodie that is wrapped around his waist. Denki unties it but opens it up before gently moving your head up and sliding his oversized hoodie on you. You looked adorable in his hoodie, and he knew it too.

Denki softly smiles at you as his eyes widen in alert and he catches you stirring in your sleep. Red eyes meet his gold ones as you yawn, stretching your arms up.

"You okay Denki?" You ask him as you look at him worried hoping his quirk is now calmed down and stable. Denki nods his head and looks at you for a moment.

"All good!" He says a little louder than anticipated. Denki gives you a wink and then a thumbs up, a small laugh leaving you as Denki just continues being himself around you.

"Well I am glad you quirk is doing bett-...." Your breath catches in your throat and you see that you are wearing your friend's favorite hoodie. "O-oh.... Denki?" You ask waiting for a reply.

"You were shivering in your sleep, so I wanted to make you not be as cold." He admits nodding his head slightly. You nod back as well and then your eyes land on your friend group.

"Let's go head over and hang." You say absentmindedly and smile at the boy. You get out of the car but finally, look down at yourself. You are wearing f/c Converse with your light blue bell bottoms that are huge and have deep pockets on the side. You had a normal white T-shirt on. But, Denki's hoodie is covering it, his hoodie reaches above your knees.

Denki gets out of the car too slamming the door as he runs off to the group, too frazzled to talk to you again. You walk up to the ground and sit next to your brother. Eijiro notices you and the new wardrobe change. He smirks a little before he ruffles your hair and gives you his famous toothy grin.

"Sleep good?" Eijiro teases and you nod your head elbowing him in his side. Eijiro rolls his eyes and puts an arm around your shoulder bringing you to his side.

"Pretty manly of you to do that for Denkibro." He nods at you smiling. You smile back and just softly say, "Not that big of a deal. Denki's acting a lot stranger than usual though." You comment on the two of you having your own secluded conversation.

Mina sits next to Sero as Sero sits next to you and you sit next to Eijiro. Eijiro sits next to Bakugou and Bakugou sits next to Denki who sits next to a giggling Mina.

"Truth or dare Y/N!" Mina chirps leaning on her hands making Bakugou cuss under his breath silently. You blink confused before saying, "Dare, just because I am younger doesn't mean I am a chicken."

Mina rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers pointing at you and Denki before she says, "Kiss Denki Kaminari." Your heart races as your breathing stops for a moment. Denki looks at you as he seems a little hurt. Why would Denki be hurt?

You stand up, brush yourself off, and sit in between Bakugou and Denki. Bakugou scowls at you as Eijiro looks like he is going to smack Mina. Eijiro gently pulls Mina towards him but Mina fights against it.

Your face as far as possible from Denki as you softly whisper, "Let's just get this done and over with."

"No, Y/N! I am not going to kiss you! That is not how I wanted our first kiss to go or for me to express how I feel." The yellow-haired boy has tears in his eyes as he rubs them raw and he dashes running away. Your red eyes widen and you reach out for him but your grasp slips through your fingers.

Mina stays quiet as everyone else does. Your legs stand and they carry you quickly. Your breath heaves with exhaustion and your hair is now a mess. Locks of it are tangled now.

You turn the corner sharply behind a rock to see Denki sitting with his knees against his chest and his face burrowed in the tops of his knees.

"Denki-" You start off your words left in the air as it feels like it is getting pierced by Denki.

"No. Just stop Y/N, I don't understand you. First, you talk to me and start to openly flirt with me, and then you back away in this type of shell, for months and once in a while talking to me. Then now, I see you in the car, out the window. Looking, beautiful as ever and you see me get flustered and I look away. You don't. And now, you tell me to just hurry up and kiss you and get on with it?! I have liked you for the past 2 years since I met Kiri at UA. I have a massive crush on you. I felt like you did too but then I felt like you didn't. When I felt you didn't I got more flustered and nervous around you." Denki pauses as he looks up at you, the tears dried from his face now.

"How do you truly feel Y/N. Are you just messing with me all this time! Is this a game to you!?" He yells as tears threaten to water.

You look at the sound and sweat drips down from your forehead. He screams back at him, your heart unable to contain your feelings any longer. "I do! I like you Denki, no hell. No, I love you! I never wanted to tell you because I got so scared! I thought you didn't feel the same way! To hell with it all!"

Hands instantly cup the sides of your face and your breathing staggers even more. "You love me?" Denki asks softly his eyes widening with realization. You nod your head trying to move from him. Denki looks down at you and instantly pulls you to his chest. The hero holds you in his arms and just cries happy tears.

"I thought you were messing with my emotions... it just turns out you had no idea how much I.... I-I love you too." Denki smiles at you before winking at you playfully. You blush and he blushes as well.

Denki smiles at you before he softly asks, "Is it okay if I kiss you now?" Your eyes widen and you nod your head mid-nod. Without being able to finish Denki's soft lips smash onto yours.

The kiss is soft for a moment before he pulls you closer, his hand on your back pulling you closer, and his other plays with the locks of your h/c. Your hands wrap around his neck as you lean more into the kiss.

You pull away out of breath and Denki gently kisses the top of your forehead. "I am sorry for being an ass and pain to you earlier."

You softly smile and you listen to him talk, "Denki. You are my ass and pain, now." You laugh slightly within moments he continues the kiss and he is a little bit rougher but still as gentle as before.

You admitted your feelings to your crush, and now you are kissing him under the stars. How is life going to go on? Is Denki going to forget about you and continue on with UA. Or ask to be your boyfriend?

[floatingoverwicklow]

Songbird II

[pines-square]

(OOC POST)

Hiiii!!! Welcome to Pines Square, basically it’s a newsies district for me and a few of my friend’s ocs(they’ll be tagged with their characters)

Boundaries:

No NSFW!!! All the ocs and most of the creators are MINORS

I dunno about shipping tbh…it really depends on the oc; but as a basis assume there’s no shipping…

INFO:

The district leader of Pines Square is Jittery!!!(my oc) the second in command being Songbird/Birdie

Feel free to ask questions to any(or all or more than one of) the characters!!! RP interactions may be aloud for certain characters! Just ask :33

Pines square is oddly foresty for a New York town and selling isn’t always the fastest- which is why not many newsies live there.

[OC INTROS]

Name: Jesse “Jittery” Monroe

Owner: @coffeeistired

Age: 14

Sexuality: they dunno anymore…aroace spec??

Pronouns: They/Them

Inventory: coins, random rocks, the other glove(they only wear one) and a small notepad

^ district leader

Name: Kenneth “Mouser” Stewart

Owner: @elmer-not-the-glue

Age: 15

Sexuality / gender: ??? Bro’s just chilling…(he/him, I think)

Inventory: random stuff he picks up!!

Name: Max “Match/Matchstick” Harris

Owner: @thegreatbuttoneer

Age: 15

Sexuality: grayromantic asexual

Pronouns: He/They (AFAB at birth)

Inventory: two matchboxes, one cheap one and one from a fancy bar. (Hasn’t actually been in that bar, found it dropped outside,) scraps of torn up old newspapers or wood, probably a couple dried leaves too

Dating Birdie/Songbird!!

Name: Juliette ‘ Church / Church Bell’ Crowe

Owner: @plxtonixm

Age: 17

Sexuality: ???

Gender: Agender, fem presenting

Inventory: Inventory: notebook and pencil, a penny whistle, half a loaf of bread, bandages, a couple penny candies

Name: Salis “Scrabble” Lovell

Owner: @just-david-jacobs

Age: 17, but if anyone asks 18

Sexuality: ???

Gender: man.

Inventory: newspaper scraps, old charcoal peices

Name: Kit “Songbird(fem)/Birdie(masc)” Caggiano

Owner: @finchesslingshott

Age: 16

Sexuality: ???

Gender: genderfuild (she/they/he- fem presenting)

Inventory: songwriting notebook, pan flute stolen from an antique store, some loose change, a couple half-broken pencils, their mother's locket

Dating Match!!

Name: Harvey ‘Giraffe’ Byrne

Owner: @piece-of-moss

Age: 15

Gender: FTM, He/They

Inventory: a piece of rope that they use as a leash when needed for Nettle, a scrap of paper with his favorite poem, a stolen bracelet

*Nettle is his dog

Name: Tai ‘Twig’ Saylor

Owner: @twig-collector

Gender:doesn’t know, any pronouns

Sexuality: ???

Inventory: silver necklace given by mother, newspaper scraps with quotes they like

Name: Maíz ‘Pages’ Farest

Owner: @thatmusicaltheaternerd

Gender: transmasc non-binary (he/they)

Sexuality: ace + pan

Inventory: a book or a journal and pen, a ||switchblade|| their glasses and the case, at least three rings (they collect them, and sometimes make them too), and a couple guitar picks

Name: Marcus ‘Baozhi’ Chung

Owner: @crazed-lamb-leg-enthusiast

Gender: man.

Sexuality: confused???

Inventory: haw flakes, a reusable shopping bag and a pair of flip flops in his inventory

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

Part 1: [Wings, Behavioural Habits, Courting Ritual and Courting] | Part 2 |

A/N: I had these thoughts a pretty long while ago and believed it was best to compile them so everyone can follow and understand where and why Eönwë does all these gestures. Due to the headcanons being incredibly long (because I went into heavy details), Pre-heat, Mating and Post-heat would be in an entirely separate post. I did so much research for these sobs. So, this is the first part. It's all fluff. So, here are my characterisations of him and what I use to write my fic.

Warning: nothing but just fluff and jealous Eönwë fighting more birds.

| Wings |

His wings are the replica of the Stella Sea Eagle, huge but just fluffier and whiter.

The outer coat of feathers has a silvery sheen that becomes obvious when sunlight reflected off them. It gives off a tiny iridescent glow with the sun setting.

Has the ability to release his feathers, meaning he can detach his feathers one by one and still have control over their motion (just like Hawks from BNHA), though he takes an excess volume of time to regrow them when damaged.

Like birds, he also goes through the process of moulting before the mating season which means he sheds his feathers and regrows them. Thus, there would come a time when you would see some of his feathers appearing dull and new, while his wings also appear empty.

While moulting with regular birds can take up to months, with Eӧnwё, it’s only a few weeks or up to two (2) months, given his Ainur abilities. His plumage would symmetrically fall off and renew itself.

During this time, his wings become extra sensitive, so moving around and lying on his back becomes impossible and painful. Even the muscles closer on his back around the base of his wings become awfully sensitive and painful.

Also, because his wings are a part of him, when he’s shedding and they grow lighter, he loses his balance. His wings are essentially his equilibrium, so losing them or losing the weight throws him off and he gains wobbly legs.

| Preening |

By nature, Eӧnwё is highly serious about his appearance and is considered one of the most pristine and cleanliest Ainur, second to Manwё of them all.

Always cleaning his feathers for any dirty, small pebbles, mud or any ruffles of the sort, even for bugs that may have attached themselves to his feathers throughout his flights.

He has an entire day dedicated to cleaning his wings. Mostly performed in one of the private pools or hot springs, he’ll gather a bunch of oils and sweet-scented fragrances to help make his wings appear shiny and pleasant.

One by one, he releases his feathers and lay them out to be cleaned using a soft cloth and gently scented soaps. He prefers the scent of peppermint and vanilla.

Not only does he focus on his wings, but he also focuses on his body, his hair, nails and skin. He places the same volume of effort on his wings on the rest of this body. Always tidying and adjusting some part of his appearance or clothes.

Adorned mostly in blue, white, silver and cream, Eӧnwё keeps to his colours, not liking the idea of breaking patterns and keeping true to his instincts.

The only extra he'll adorn himself in are flowers, like flower crowns that you would have given him or the little elflings gave to him.

| Regular Behaviour |

He’s a lively person by nature and he’s always singing and dancing, whistling some merry tune.

Bobbing his head to the beat of drums or swaying lightly on his feet to the sound of harps in the distance. Like most birds, he does personal aerial dances but that’s for when he’s impressing his mate.

Naturally loves sparkly objects and would collect and store them away. He has a private collection of rocks and little broken jewellery pieces, just anything sparkly.

Furthermore, he loves to accessorise with sparkly items; from necklaces to bangles to circlets and hairpins. Eӧnwё adores making himself appear glittery, though he sometimes gets mesmerised and plays with them (like some cat).

On the regular, he stretches his wings by going on flights. Flying to great heights and soaring with all the other birds, feeling the wind between his wings and basking in the sense of freedom.

Along with his avian tendencies, he is a social person by nature, always hopping around and curious. Interacting with others and learning, mimicking and engaging. Learning any new pieces of information, never knowing when they could be useful.

He is also a tidy person when it comes to his nest, and not in the manner of mating but in terms of cleanliness. He hates the idea of mess and will spend hours even up to days tidying his home.

| Jealousy |

Eӧnwё’s avian behavioural traits are very similar to those of an eagle, thus, high-key territorial and refuse to share his space with other birds, but this only becomes so when he has a mate.

On the regular, because he does have compassion and understanding, he doesn’t have a problem interacting with other birds, playing or feeding them, evening going as far as to preen them.

However, when he does have a mate, his jealousy is unmatched. He doesn’t even allow for another bird that’s your pet or friend around you. Thus, smaller birds become terrified before him when he’s radiating his jealousy.

Chirping and snapping at each other, as much as he does have Avian tendencies, he is also Ainur with people-person-like behaviours, so he’ll use some of those as well when arguing with the birds.

Flares his wings and fluffs them to appear more presentable in your eyes when other birds are around. Would go as far as to wrap his wings around you to shut them out (you always have your fearless birds).

When jealous of others who aren’t birds, he is territorial still, but his feral side is riled up a lot more. He knows that those other birds can’t compare, but actual people can so Eӧnwё just might engage in an actual fight.

Now, his jealousy isn’t sudden, this occurs when he’s approaching mating season, or you are ovulating. Thus you don’t have to worry about him randomly snapping at people, though it’s best when the mating season approaches to stay indoors.

By avian nature, he is jealous, but when he’s just being himself, he’s rather chill and relaxed. He understands that you have friends and desires to interact with them.

| Pre-Courting/Attracting A Mate |

Very similar to my Ainur Simps headcanons, Eӧnwё has no problem when it comes to swooning you with all the tricks up his sleeves.

From singing to dancing, whistling a merry tune whenever you’re around and fluffing up those feathers.

He spends extra time preening himself to ensure that he’s looking spick and spank just you for, and when your eyes do fall on him, please compliment his appearance otherwise he feels as though all his efforts went to waste.

When being around him, you need to do lots of research on avian behaviours otherwise when he performs all his little gestures, you would be clueless and reciprocate wrongly.

This being said, his love for collecting shiny objects will increase he would pass them to you whenever he returns from trips. Do not throw them away because it would break his heart and cause him to believe you had rejected him a long time ago.

Store them in a safe place and show him one day all the collectables you saved he gave you and watch as he melts completely. In his head, he’s singing about how he can’t wait to marry you.

It is a part of his courting ritual to gift his mate with presents/gifts as a token of love and to prove that he can provide and swoon/be romantic. At the same time, he does present you with actual gifts like jewellery, hairpins, and necklace (sparkles).

Incredibly protective in this stage and will ward off any and all potential suitors because he is already your mate. He’s growling and pushing people away as well as ruffling in his feathers and fluffing them as a warning.

He loves to take you on little walks to open areas where he can perform aerial dances for you— only the best dances saved for you. Clap and applaud him as well as give him praises; his feathers shine a lot more.

| Courting |

Now that the both of you are courting, Eӧnwё’s form of affection will amplify. At first, he begins by holding your hand, nuzzling into it and enjoying your scent.

He’s always attached to your side and it’s to mostly rub his scent all over you to ward off any birds, other persons with animalistic traits and unwanted suitors. He even takes no chances when it comes to his Lord Manwё, knowing that he has avian traits as well (bird-brain thinking).

Whenever you are visiting, he does extra tidying and adds lots of flowers to sweeten his home for you. He likes to sneak in the little question “Do you like it?”. Your answer does have an effect on him.

Yes, means that it’s a piece of additional information for preparing for your future home together— anything to make his mate happy. Do not tell him no, I will find you if you break his heart.

Speaking of cleaning, when it comes to preening, he does enjoy it when you assist him. It did take him a while to welcome you into his type of intimacy because they’re his wings and a part of him.

Eӧnwё will take his time to show you all the proper steps when teaching you how to care for his wings. How to part the feathers, how to wash them, which direction to wipe, everything.

This also leads to him allowing you to wash his hair as well— when you’ve made it to that stage, that’s when you know Eӧnwё is comfortable with you. Preening with him takes place quite frequently and sometimes on purpose, he will dirty himself just to feel your hands on his feathers.

When you are cuddling, he would enclose his wings around you both, cocooning you from the rest of the world and it’s just the both of you. He loves to coo and chirp for you as signs that he’s happy.

Slowly closing his eyes and opening them, nuzzling into your hands when you rub his head (swear he’s a cat).

He always leaves a feather behind when he’s going on trips; a piece of him for you to keep. He can hear the vibrations of your voice through the feather when you speak, but sadly, he can’t communicate through them to you.

Also, know that he will also cook for you, an ability as your mate which is important to possess. Showing you that he can feed you, so you’re getting home-cooked meals.

Taking you on flights, sorry if you’re terrified of heights because it’s an excuse for you to cling to him. Just joking, he wouldn’t take you on flights if you’re terrified. But if you’re not, he’ll show up on your balcony at ungodly hours of the morning to take you to watch the sunrise.

Picnics in Yavanna’s flower fields, swimming in Ilmarin’s pools, requesting for gifts from Aüle or asking Manwё to make you a cloud so you can sit on because he’s that whipped for you.

He’s serious from start to end about courting you and his façade never drops because he’s true about his feelings and love for you.

Masterlist

Taglist: @edensrose @cilil @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @someoneinthestars @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @starborne0661 @floraroselaughter @the-phantom-of-arda @rain-on-my-umbrella @singleteapot @wandererindreams @asianbutnotjapanese

[gulb0]

×𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭!

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs!

✦Rosa was helping others to make their hairstyle! She used to want to be a hairdresser.

✦ Nekko was scared of fire.

✦Insidiae (Kevin) and Duskworld23 (Spencer) used to spend a lot time together.

✦Matt's and Rosa's biggest fear was spiders.

✦ Matt used to make wooden whistles and flutes and gift them to Benjamin.

✦Kevin was extremely forgetful.

✦ Spencer acted quite mature for his age and this was highly respected by others.

✦Benjamin, Matt, and Rosa used to have special walking days and usually went to an abandoned park with 2 swings and 1 slide.

✦Nekko was a responsible person.

ABOUT THE MOONCHILDREN CULT!

☾ Except for high-ranking individuals, sharing about the cult was prohibited for others.

☾ The ranks of the individuals within the cult were discernible from their necklaces or hairclips!

Metal blue: was for the most important people! Like the leader!

Gold: this one was also important but not as metal blue. This color usually used by the helpers of the leader!

Bronze: and this one was for members!

☾ In every ritual, they were asked to shed a small amount of blood from everyone.

☾ Prayers were said and songs were sung towards the moon at every feast.

☾ A round hole is dug for the purpose of gratitude towards the moon, and the members would dance around this water!

☾ In every full moon everyone in the cult used to come to the cult house and pray together.

☾ And in every bloody moon a fire is lit and the members take torches in their hands and dance around the fire. (Extra headcanon.. While dancing around the fire Nekko accidentally set himself on fire and this is why he scares from the fire)

☾ Everyone in the cult had their own personalized mask! And plus they all were forced to wear their necklace or hairclips everyday.

☾ It wasn't allowed to sing or play music inside of the cult house. Musical instruments were always used in the garden of the house!

☾ People who born with blue eyes or who had skin diseases such as albinism or vitiligo were included as important people in the cult ( Because they were thinking about that they resemble the moon ) and got privilege! They also got a accessory made up from silver!

☾ The acceptance of a cult member required approval from the leader and the helpers of the leader.

☾ In the ritual of entry into the cult, it is learned whether the person is resistant to pain and they would record it into a list.

That's all for now! Thanks for reading :3 💛🪐💫

[jaylienpotter]

October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

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Chapter 4

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San POV

Since the day Wooyoung had joined us, things have felt more lively. We all seemed more relaxed now, which was nice. Hongjoong, though, definitely upset me when he basically forced Wooyoung to do something that he clearly wasn’t very comfortable with. I was surprised when Wooyoung finally agreed, but the other day when I offered to join, it seemed like he truly wanted that. So today, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung, and I all went to take some more photos near an open field.

The goal was to show just how powerful he and I could be. Yeosang had done our makeup as well as picked out similar outfits to match. Wooyoung was wearing a nice gray blazer with no shirt underneath, nice black dress pants and a very simple makeup look, light pink eyeshadow, and a slightly dark lip tint. I had worn a loose-fitting black sweater, black jeans, basically a no makeup look, and a nice silver necklace.

Simple but effective outfits, honestly. Mingi gave us a whistle when we both walked over to him. Wooyoung was blushing and, of course, was trying to hide his face with the sleeves of the blazer. Cutie. There was no reason for Woo to be this nervous, honestly. I wished silently that he would feel confident in himself.

“Wooyoung is showing off today, I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus when he looks this hot.” Teasing Wooyoung was easy, plus seeing his ears turn red just made me laugh before wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Awe, there is no need to be so shy. Woo, you look amazing.” Mingi was, of course, going to be the one to tease Wooyoung, knowing how nervous and stressed he’d been all day.

This boy was so fidgety when nervous, grabbing the camera I handed it over to Mingi. “Come on, the sun will start setting, and I think the golden hour is perfect timing to take these to display how good looking Woo and I are. Giving him a wink before having him stand next to me.

An hour went by way too fast, Mingi had taken dozens of photos and decided to do more as the sun set. Wooyoung relaxed quickly as Mingi and even Yeosang gave us intrusions on how we should pose, where to look, where our hands should be, and basically everything else. Believe it or not, these two together might be more bossy than Hongjoong and Seonghwa together. That thought alone is beyond terrifying.

“Sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get home, Woo. You did so well today. I'm proud of you.”I give Wooyoung a small reassuring smile. Once we were finally done and back in Mingi’s car, I noticed Wooyoung was dozing off. Reaching up, I helped guide him to rest his head on my shoulder.

Mingi glanced in the review mirror, raising his eyebrow at me when our eyes met. I gave him the finger before closing my eyes and letting myself rest. I didn’t expect today to be as long and tiring as it was, but one thing was for sure this was the most fun I think any of us had in a while. There were things Wooyoung didn’t know about yet, which made me feel guilty about it. Such as us knowing who Changbin was already, how we knew who’d hurt him that one night.

Wooyoung had no clue that Changbin was working with another group like us but ended up our enemy. I hated the thought of what the man's reaction might be once he finally found the truth, but yet a part of me wished we’d just tell him already so in the future maybe Wooyoung wouldn’t be as upset with us.

When we got back home, it was Mingi. He gently woke me up. He pointed to the sleeping beauty, who was still sound asleep with his head resting on my shoulder. I knew I couldn’t get myself to wake him up just yet, so I focused on the way his lips parted, how his cheeks puffed out just a little bit, and even the small nose scrunch when he adjusted his head ever so slightly. Wooyoung was truly stunning. He even made it hard to look away even.

After a few minutes, I finally decided to wake up Wooyoung, running my fingers through his hair before leaning down close to his ear. “Wooyoungie~ wakey wakey come on cute petal.” I could hear him grumble, saying something that I honestly couldn’t understand. “I will make us some ramen, hm? Come on, sleepy head.”

“Better add a few eggs, too.” He finally spoke to me. god, his sleepy voice was so damn adorable. Nodding my head, I moved slightly when he’d sat up, watching as he winced when moving his head to the side, trying to relax his stiff neck.

”I will add them, don't worry. Go take a hot shower, though. That should help you loosen up and get washed up from all the makeup and hair products.” Sliding out of the car first, I held my hand out for him to grab. The others had already gone inside. Wooyoung got out, looking at how we were holding hands just so easily his cheeks were rosy red now. Walking inside together, I watched him go to the bathroom as I made my way to the kitchen.

“I think you two will be fine working together, Woo seemed a lot more relaxed this time. Plus don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you were looking at him. All goo goo eyes with giant hearts. Little Mountain has a crush.” Of course, Mingi was going to give me shit for showing interest in Wooyoung.

Flipping him off with a small annoyed huff as I grabbed the ramen from the top cabinet. Sure, Mingi was right about the crush, but there was no way in hell that I’d even try anything until we’d had time to get closer, and he knew more of the truth. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t mention it to him, okay? I don’t even want to try and date anyone until Wooyoung learns about our involvement in how Changbin got hurt. Hell, I think we are all just as shocked that Hongjoong hadn’t told him on the first night.”

Focusing on cooking, I watch as Mingi walks to the counter, leaning against it. “I think Hongjoong is planning something that specifically is tied to Wooyoung. A part of me wonders if he plans to use Wooyoung against Changbin. I know it sounds fucked, but honestly it would be one way to make Stray Kids fall weak. I think Wooyoung knows most of them even though he has no clue what they truly do ya know… So seeing him with us might shock them. I know Wooyoung and Changbin recently fought because Woo half told him about what he was doing now and that he’d quit his job.”

Mingi opened a bottle of water before looking at me before he spoke again. “Wooyoung came to me to talk afterwards. He’d cried for a while because he sees Changbin as a brother more than his best friend. I don’t want to think about his reaction once he learns the truth. Part of me wants to hide it forever. Though I know he’d take it better then maybe Yunho and Yeosang, those two have such gentle hearts.”

Both of us stayed quiet until Wooyoung walked over looking at the food, smiling before he went to the fridge to pull out a cola. “Feel’s nice to not cook for once since I’ve joined the group.” Of course he was only teasing, his dimples showing as the male smiled at me. My heart started to beat fast, damn I wasn’t prepared for his cute smile. “I’ll grab the bowls for us since it looks like everything is almost done.”

After the 3 of us ate Mingi said he was going to go out for a bit, the others were all gone as well doing their daily things or just enjoying the day off basically. Wooyoung and I had decided to go up to my room to watch Lucifer even though it was a foreign show we both had picked since it was being recommended through Netflix. We brought up snacks, drinks, and Wooyoung brought his own pillow to lay on.

After a handful of episodes we were both wide awake, I'd notice how Wooyoung would get all shy or blush when sexual things had appeared which was difficult to not laugh at honestly.

“I'm telling you, San he’s a damn douche! He betrayed her and had the biggest damn lie! Ugh. Honestly though Lucifer is so much better for Chloe, Though Maze, now I lowkey wish there was more on her. Then again we are like… 9 episodes into this so probably more will happen. Though I'm just saying if she doesn't learn the truth about detective douche I'll be mad as fuck.” Wooyoung went on a small rant of the show, though I silently agreed with him that Lucifer and Chloe were cute together. Letting out a yawn I glanced over to my watch, it was already 2am now. I'm surprised no one bothered us but noticing Wooyoung starting to yawn I decided to call it a night.

“We can watch more tomorrow, it's time to sleep though. I forgot we needed to be awake by 7am tomorrow since Hongjoong wants us to work on our cardio. Damn man wants us to suffer.” I sat up and stretched out my arms, grabbing our trash before getting up and tossing it in the bin. I noticed the small pout the other had as he got up, he stretched out before walking over to the door.

“Remind me why I agreed to this?” he asked, clearly not amused with the plans that were made for us in the morning.

“Because Hwa scared you and you said you needed change. Things will be fine though, we can work out for a bit then go get chicken hm? A reward for you working hard.” I tried to make him feel a little better plus something more to look forward to.

Wooyoung took a moment before nodding in agreement. “Only if you are paying Sannie.”

Rolling my eyes at him as I opened my door I just nod, “Yeah, yeah, I'll spoil our pretty Wooyoungie I promise.” holding my pinkie out to lock with his. Once they were locked together and we sealed the deal I noticed how big his smile was now.

“Goodnight Sannie.”

“Sleep well petal.”

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[Riconti] The Long Con (part 2/6)

Bitchy Felix my beloved. Rated T | 2k words | ao3 link [previous] [next]

"Oh, really?" Ace said, feigning interest. "An architect? That has to be a really demanding profession."

The man next to him cleared his throat. "Not really."

Ace forced a smile and silently cursed his luck. He'd been trying to break through this guy's facade for nearly half an hour without much progress.

"He's lying!" the woman opposite the table from Ace exclaimed loudly. "Two weeks ago, we stayed at the office for 36 hours straight to finish a project!"

"Wow." Ace whistled lowly. "Now that's what I call dedication. You had to be dead on your feet after, huh?"

A minute shrug from Mr. Antisocial. "A little."

"You drank a quadruple espresso. Black," the woman continued, then turned to Ace. "I thought he was going to give himself a heart attack—I kept screaming 'Don't you dare die before you finish that render!'"

Ace laughed good-naturedly. "Hey, have to keep your priorities straight. And for what it's worth, I'm very happy neither of you succumbed to a caffeine-related early grave."

That got a small twitch of the man's mouth. "I think Americans and the sugary milkshakes you call coffee are more at risk for that."

"Well, excuse us for not wanting to drink bean water au natural," Ace teased.

The joke only earned him another bored glance. Ace took a big gulp of his beer to fill the awkward silence.

This really wasn't going according to plan.

When Ace first walked into the beer tent that Meg had pointed him to, he'd been briefly overwhelmed by the sheer size of the space. The tent looked even bigger than it had from the outside, full of tables and benches and a bar that ran almost the entire length of the room. A good portion of the tables were already occupied and wait staff scurried about in traditional outfits, carrying huge glasses of beer to their eager customers.

Ace had made his way to the bar and ordered the first beer on the menu. The bartender—dressed in suspenders and lederhosen and one of the ugliest pairs of socks Ace had ever seen—filled his glass from a wooden barrel, and Ace had to admire the vendors’ dedication to preserving the old-timey atmosphere.

Unfortunately, tradition also seemed to dictate that the default serving size was one whole liter of beer.

Ace had struggled to even carry his damn beer without sloshing it all over his favorite shirt. In the end, he only made it to a currently closed section of the bar, but it was a good vantage point to take in the sea of people.

While observing the chatter, the unholy amounts of beer being consumed, and the most leather pants Ace had seen since the eighties, he'd spotted a small group sitting at a corner table not far away. Or more specifically, his eye had been drawn to a woman dressed in a seemingly unassuming white t-shirt and a simple silver necklace, gesturing animatedly with her purse as she talked to her friends.

But the shirt looked like an expensive material, the sunglasses pushed up into her hair were from a designer Ace recognized, and the necklace he remembered seeing in a pawn shop—selling for over a grand. The woman's entire outfit radiated the sort of casual luxury that most people wouldn't even notice.

Fortunately, Ace had spent the last thirty years practicing how to do just that. And with the majority of festival-goers sporting identical-looking traditional Bavarian garb that was impossible to appraise, the woman was by far the safest bet when it came to schmoozing up to a wealthy target.

Ace sipped on his beer and kept watching the group out of the corner of his eye. It was only three people—the woman and two men—and Ace waited to see if others would be joining them from the bar or returning from a bathroom break. Larger groups were usually harder to squeeze into and if another woman joined the trio, they were obviously two couples enjoying the festival together who would not be happy about Ace fifth-wheeling.

But after ten minutes and no sign of potentially missing friends or the group even glancing around for anyone, Ace felt confident enough to proceed with his plan. He gave himself a cursory once-over to check for beer stains on his clothes before making a small detour back to the bar, just on the odd chance that he was being watched. He pretended to study the food menu before looking around the tent like a dumb little tourist—which wasn’t entirely an act—and then made a show of noticing the group for the first time and strolling up to their table.

After that, it was the familiar spiel of, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?", followed by a sheepish smile as they turned to look at him, and then, "This is actually my first Oktoberfest and I'm a little lost."

The woman had immediately offered an excited, "No, no, sit down!", the man next to her had smiled and nodded, and Ace turned to the final member of the group who he'd only seen the back of so far—

And proceeded to nearly choke on his spit because holy shit, was that guy a model or something?

One of the most handsome men Ace had ever met frowned at him, his brows drawn together as his icy blue eyes studied Ace. His blond hair was impeccably styled with not a strand out of place and his checkered dress shirt and navy blue waistcoat hugged his broad torso perfectly. Like almost everyone else, he was also wearing lederhosen, though these were of the more form-fitting variety and Ace sorely regretted not ogling his backside while he'd been watching their table earlier.

Ace managed a friendly smile, to which the man just turned back to the table and shrugged unenthusiastically. The message was clear: Ace could stay, but he wasn't happy about it.

Not bothered by the reaction, Ace took his seat and the woman immediately started introducing them all in heavily accented English. Her name was Lauren, the man beside her was Daniel, her husband, and the hottie with a bad attitude was Felix, her business partner slash best friend.

And, really, Ace's original plan had been to simply befriend Lauren—at least as soon as she said "husband" and Ace realized that flirting would probably not go over well. Still, Lauren was sociable, already tipsy, and seemed to like Ace from the get go; it would probably only be a matter of time before she asked her charming new friend to watch her purse while the rest of them got more drinks or something.

But then Ace rolled up his sleeve and reached over the table to shake Lauren's hand, and Felix's gaze immediately snapped to Ace's exposed forearm before roving over his entire body.

Ace's skin felt hot from the obvious once-over and he almost stuttered on his own name as he greeted both Lauren and her husband. When he went to shake Felix's hand, Felix's large palm was a little sweaty and he couldn't quite meet Ace's eye anymore.

And sure, Lauren would have made an easy target. But Felix? 

Well, flirting was definitely back on the menu when it came to Felix.

…Or that's what Ace initially thought, but after countless attempts at conversation that Felix shut down immediately, he was starting to doubt his intuition.

Maybe Felix hadn't been checking him out. Maybe he just hated arm hair with a passion, or felt extreme second-hand embarrassment from Ace's shirt choice?

Ace forced down some more of his beer and desperately grasped for another conversation starter. He glanced around the tent and spotted a few rays of sunlight shining in through a transparent panel on the ceiling—surely, small talk about the weather was at least a safe topic? 

"Really nice weather for a festival," Ace said.

"I like rain," Felix said, because of course he did.

Ace would have probably excused himself at that very moment. But Felix started unbuttoning his cufflinks—the tent was getting a little warm from the sun—and Ace happened to catch a glimpse of his watch in the process.

Mechanical. Swiss made. Possibly platinum?

Oh, and probably worth at least thirty grand.

Realization slowly dawned on Ace: Felix was likely the wealthiest person in the entire room. Hell, maybe even the entire festival.

Ace straightened his back and put on his most charming grin. The pot had just been sweetened a whole lot, and Ace wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

He'd crack this man's code somehow.

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"—And Melbourne was really nice as well," Ace said. "Have any of you been to Australia?"

"Not yet," Lauren said.

"Once, but that was over twenty years ago," Daniel said. "I don't remember much."

Ace nodded, then smoothly leaned closer to Felix. "What about you, blondie? Any exciting travel—"

"What are you doing, dad?" a very familiar and thoroughly exasperated voice butted in.

"Meg!" Ace exclaimed, quickly putting distance between himself and Felix. 

He turned to face Meg, who was standing behind him with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. At least she'd had the decency to pretend they were related instead of addressing him as "Hey, asshole" like she did most times.

"I was just getting to know some of the locals," Ace said. "Did you want to join us? I mean, if that's okay…?" He glanced at Lauren in question.

Lauren was already nodding enthusiastically, but Meg immediately shot the suggestion down. 

"No," Meg said pointedly. "I just wanted to talk to you. Alone."

Ace smiled at the table. "Be right back."

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"What the hell are you doing!?" Meg hissed once they were out of earshot.

Ace shrugged. "Getting into the festival spirit?"

"If by 'festival spirit' you mean Blondie McSnob's pants!" Meg accused. "Just nick his wallet and dip!"

"I'm playing the long con," Ace said. "He's loaded, and he likes me."

Well. Sort of. Maybe.

Meg crossed her arms again and glared. "I remember what happened last time you said that."

Ace winced. "Last time" referred to almost a year ago, when he'd seduced a target and then ended up running through the fancy garden of her estate in the middle of the night, clad in only his underwear while her husband chased him with a shotgun.

That night Meg had been the angriest Ace had ever seen her, patching up his wound from where a bullet had grazed him while screaming in his ear about, "You knew she was a mob wife and you still fucked her! You could have died, you fucking useless piece of shit!"

Ace knew it meant, "I was so scared, please don't ever do that again."

"It's not like that," Ace insisted. "He's harmless."

Meg scoffed.

"Come on, look at the guy," Ace said. "He can barely put a sentence together and he's an architect. The most dangerous thing he's done is probably yachting without a life jacket."

Meg snorted and discreetly looked back to the table. "He does kinda seem like a nerd."

"A rich nerd," Ace stressed.

"Ugh, fine," Meg groaned. "As long as you remember rule number one."

Ah, throwing Ace's own teachings back in his face: one of Meg's favorite pastimes. Rule number one, of course, being, "Never get attached to your target."

"I know what I'm doing," Ace said, then smirked. "You'd better get to work if you still plan on winning our bet, dear 'daughter'."

Meg responded with the middle finger, and then she seamlessly slipped back into the crowd.

Ace sighed and absent-mindedly fiddled with the rabbit’s foot hanging from his belt: one of the knick-knacks he’d attached to it in what the internet told him was an old Oktoberfest tradition. Hopefully one of the lucky charms would work, because god knows Ace could really use some good fortune right now.

Forcing a smile onto his face, Ace ventured back to the table.

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Hard lessons and love Pt.2

Superboy/ Connor Kent x southern reader 18+

Ok it's finished! So I kinda turned it into smut. I couldn't help myself ok! I have a problem. 😫

Anyway this is a continuation of the first one if you couldn't tell by the pt.2 in the title. Definitely 18+!!! I'll let yall get to reading.

18+ Under the cut

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The next day at school when you walked into class there was a small box wrapped with simple paper on your desk. Curiosity got the better of you and you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled off the paper. Inside was a small felt box with a jewelry store name emblazoned in silver foil on the front. You opened it finding a modest silver necklace. There were tiny diamonds along the thin strips of metal that were shaped into a heart which hung from the silver chain. As you pulled the necklace out you felt a small piece of paper on the bottom of the box. With the necklace in hand you pulled off the note and read it. *Sorry for being a jerk - Connor * there was a small heart next to his name. Remembering how he loomed over you in the chair that night made a bright blush form on your face. Your heart fluttered as you snapped the hook closed on the necklace. You lifted the heart up so you could study it closer and a smile formed on your lips. You looked back at him and he averted his gaze and started whistling as if he hadn't just been watching you. Under your breath you spoke to him. "Thank you...Darlin'." You grinned to yourself as you heard him immediately stop whistling. You could feel his eyes on you as you opened your book.

He had been waiting for you to get to class and held his breath as you opend the gift he'd left on your desk. As you read his note you had smiled and he heard your heartbeat as you got flustered. But he hadn't expected what you said under your breath. "Darling" with that his heartrate quickened and a blush of his own came over him. Did you just flirt with him? Maybe he'd heard you wrong. Yeah that had to be it! Maybe he should ask when you leave class? He waited impatiently as class went on and his gaze kept moving to you. The bell rang and he sprung up with his bag jogging over to you. "What did you say at the beginning of class cause I don't think I heard you right?" As students filed out around you you stepped closer and whispered to him. "I said thank you... Darlin." You put a bit of emphasis on the last word fluttering your lashes and grinning mischievously up at him. His face was one of shock and a bright blush covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "Heh, didn't expect that reaction, after all you're the giant flirt. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air and you giggled. "C'mon let's get to our next class." He followed behind you as you led him to class. This room didn't have assigned seats so he decides to sit next to you.

During class you help him with some of the work that he says he's having trouble with. He's mostly just doing it so you'll talk to him but you're none the wiser. The teacher announces a test coming up and everyone groans. Connor asks if you'll help him study and you agree.

That evening you go over to his place again to help him study. This was a biology test so you pretty much had it in the bag. As you laid out your book on his desk he spotted the necklace dangling from your neck. "You like the necklace?" "Yeah thanks it's really pretty." He rubs his neck as you sit next to him. " I figured you'd like something less expensive and I came across that in a store window last night." What were you doing out so late?" "Oh yeah there was a bank robbery a couple blocks down so I figured I'd stop the thiefs." "Well it's a good thing you have bulletproof skin." "Heh yeah I'd be pretty dead otherwise." "Don't talk like that please." The slight worry on your face made his heart tighten a bit. "Hey don't worry I've got super strength and a couple other powers too, so I'm safe." You nod and turn back to the book in front of you. "Let's get to studying." "It's Biology right?" You nod again and watch as he pulls out his own book, flipping to the page you're on. "I wonder when they'll teach sex ed?" You snort and push his shoulder making him laugh. A blush comes over your face as you look down at the book with a smile.

He sits back putting his feet up on the desk and looks at you. "Your heart is racing again." You bite your lip and face away from him crossing your arms. You wait with baited breath to see what he does. Suddenly you're spun around in the chair. When you come to a stop his face is close to your's and his confident grin greets you. You blush even darker as you realize his hands are on either armrest effectively caging you in. "Me being able to hear your heart excites you doesn't it? I guess when I think about it that it is kinda exciting. I can determine exactly what excites you by your heartrate." He leans down to whisper in your ear. "And this definitely excites you doesn't it...baby?" A small sound escapes your throat and you cover your face with your hands. "Heh that was cute." With that he sits back in his seat still grinning wickedly at you.

After a minute you're calm enough, so in retort you stand and sit in his lap. Your bold move catches him off guard and a blush forms on his face as you lean into him. "Wh-what are you doing!?" His face makes a wicked grin spread across your lips. You place your hands on his chest and with your body pressed against him you lean to his ear. "I thought we were flirtin'...Darlin'?" Your southern drawl comes out full force and he tenses under you. He gulps audibly as you run your hands down his arms. "Mmm you are strong." You blow on his neck and he shivers. Suddenly you feel hands on your hips and you draw back to look at him. There's a dark blush on his face and his eyes have a sparkle to them. "Honey you alright?" One hand comes up to cup your jaw and he leans forward to meet you. "What is i- mmm!" His lips connect with yours making you squeak, the hand on your hip squeezes your flesh gently and you lean into him again. Your eyes flutter closed as his other hand comes down to hold your lower back. Arms snake around his neck and you pull him ever closer. He pulls away to let you breathe and you look at him with hooded eyes.

"H-Holy cow, you're gorgeous!" Your eyes widen at that and he realizes what he just said. "I said that out loud didn't I?" You nod and he cringes at himself. "Just keep kissing me you dork." You connect your lips with his again and this time it's more heated. You tangle your fingers in his hair and his hands roam your back and sides under your shirt making you shiver. Abruptly his lips leave yours and you're about to protest when you feel them on your neck. A choked gasp leaves your throat instead. You pull his hair as he leaves gentle pecks on your sensitive skin. Your breath hitches when he nips an especially sensitive spot. "Mmn Ah!" He sucks on your pulse and your back arches into him. At this point you're like putty in his hands, the tables turning once again on who's dominant and who's submissive.

That noise was the best thing he'd ever heard. Your heartbeat loud in his ears as he explored your soft skin. You scooted your hips closer to his and felt something hard against the crook of your thigh. You felt him tense under you again and he stops looking down at his crotch which is pressed against yours. "Um...well that's awkward." A burst of confidence overcomes you and you grin again. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's excited." You lift your hips and sit right on him making him hiss. A delighted shiver runs up your spine at the feeling of him pressed into you. Leaning down you give him a light peck on his cheek and leave a trail of kisses down to his neck. "My turn Darlin'." He sucks in a breath and you continue kissing him.

His breathing quickens as you nip and kiss his skin. Your hand in his hair pulls his head back and you lick up his throat. A noise escapes his throat and you grind down on him. His hands squeeze your hips but he's careful about his strength. You slowly start to grind on him and he let's out a strangled sound, his hips bucking up into you. Suddenly you're lifted out of the chair and you hold onto him to keep from falling off. Your legs hook around his waist keeping you against him. His hands hold your rear as he moves to his bed. Your back hits the soft sheets and he hovers over you arms on either side of you. He licks his lips before kissing you again. His hips push into your's and a bolt of pleasure runs up your spine. He starts to thrust into you and your legs tighten around his waist. His thrusts are slow at first and he breaks the kiss to bury his face in your shoulder.

He mainly did that so he could listen to you and focus on you. Right now he wanted to make you feel good and he wanted to hear the noises you made. He wasn't disappointed, you let out whimpers and mewls and your nails clawed at his back. If he hit you at just the right angle he was rewarded with you writhing against him in immense pleasure. He drew it out as long as he could, pausing whenever he sensed you getting close. You whined in protest and got a low growl in response. You bury your face in his neck and wait for the coil in you to relax. His hips start moving again and this time he's not as gentle. His hips roughly grind into your's and you gasp at the sudden pleasure. And you whimper his name in his ear. "Co-connor!"

Your little whimper of his name makes him snap and he uses his forehead against the mattress to hold himself up. Both his hands grip you tight to him as he thrusts hard into you. One hand on your hip the other on your shoulder pushing you down into him. His breathing is heavy and rapid as he ruts into you relentlessly. You pant and mewl, clawing his back at the pleasure he's giving you. He grunts and growls as he chases your release. And when he let's out a curse under his breath your coil snaps. Your body tenses and you cry out his name. He gives a few more thrusts before releasing aswell. A choked growl leaves his throat as he keeps you firm to him. You can feel him twitching hard against you and can't help but think what he would feel like inside you.

You both catch your breath and he sits up on his hands to look at you. Your hair is splayed out and overall you're disheveled. Your hands are above your panting blushing face that he thinks is gorgeous. And he can't help the pride that swells in his chest knowing he did that to you. He's got a smile on his face and you lean up connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Pulling away you sigh remembering your test tomorrow. "We need to study." He sighs but gives you a hand, pulling you up and into his arms. He gives you a peck and holding your hand takes you back to the desk. You sit and get started on memorizing the notes from class. "This is going to be so boring!" You rolled your eyes. "We can make out again once you've at least memorized half of the notes." He perks up at that making you chuckle. "Ok it's a deal then."