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pedgito · 2 years

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Hii omg i just discovered you account and I’m obsessed with you writing 🖤

I have a request if that’s okay

Something like reader has this big crush (kinda obsession lol) with Eddie she’s always looking at him, going to the Hideout every tuesday to watch him perform and buys him weed but she doesn’t actually smokes and eddie notices that and thinks is cute so, so when she meets him in the woods to buy weed eddies like “i know you aint smoking that, why dont you tell me what you really want from me? Why dont you just ask me yo fuck you” or something like that 😩

author’s note: full disclaimer, i'm so sleep deprived on nyquil from how sick i've been, so this will either be really good smut, or complete disjointed and all over the place, either way, i hope it's not too horrible lol

cw: 18+ (minors dni), pining!reader (but also eddie too), god complex!eddie (if you squint) fingering/sex in the back of his van, lots of teasing, protected sex!! (i know, such a shocker coming from me), i'm probably missing something so just lmk!

word count: 5k

You didn’t think it was the best idea, but it made the most sense. Buy the weed, talk to Eddie, offer it up to some stoner willing to pay the same price—it had been seamless, almost too easy, and Eddie never seemed to question it either, despite the fact that you were as clean-cut and proper as it got, you’ve never been around anyone while they were smoking weed, let alone do it yourself. The prospect was terrifying, fear that you might lose control over your body and thoughts, end up being one of the people that experienced terrible highs—so you steered clear of actually trying it for yourself. Besides, it was the only excuse it gave you to talk to Eddie.

It wasn’t that he fully ignored you—you still had classes together, passed each other in the hall on occasion, but you both ran in completely different groups, which didn't leave much room to get to know each other or even have a normal conversation.

You wouldn’t call it obsession, either—because Eddie seemed as intrigued to talk to you as you were to him—you were an enigma he couldn’t figure out, so many mysteries wrapped up into one, he was dying to figure you out. And sometimes your friends like to sneak over to The Hideout, it’s not the first, second, or even third choice of hangout spots on your list—but Eddie performs weekly, every Tuesday night, it was a highlight of what was usually a very dreary, miserable day. You tried hard not to be noticed, always shoving yourself in the furthest corner of the bar, the lights dimmer near the back, which helped obscure your face—though Eddie, he spotted you the moment you walked in, every time, but you didn’t need to know that.

It goes on for weeks, nearly three months into the beginning of your senior year—and Eddie’s third go at it, until he feels the itch, the nerve, just to say something. He doesn’t really know what to expect of it, but he’s curious. Eddie doesn’t understand why you’re always so skittish or nervous around him, keeping a few feet away, but staring at him like there was nothing more important on your mind—you had the prettiest smile, which Eddie had been on the receiving end of more than a few times. He just wanted to know more about you—and why you thought buying weed from him was your only option; frankly, you were taking away from his business in some form, buying a hefty amount with no real use, he could’ve been dragging in new customers with that merchandise, but you disposed of it like nothing. Eddie was challenged in some form, unable to focus and pass his classes like the rest of his classmates, but he wasn’t dumb—you didn’t reek of weed, not like most of the people he sold to, you always agreed with what he offered, never arguing on price or strains—you had no idea what you were doing, it was so blatantly obvious. Eddie tried to play it off as long as he could, but it hit him one day—nestled on the edge of the picnic table, feet dangling just above the freshly fallen leaves, the dried foliage cracking beneath your feet.

“I’m gonna have to start giving you discounts,” Eddie comments jokingly, a slight hint of teasing in his voice as passes you the small sandwich sized bag of weed, dangling it in front of you, “you’re drilling through my product with these weekly meetups.”

“Sorry,” You reply lamely, grabbing the baggie and shoving it into your pocket quickly, shoving your other hand into the pocket to match, yanking your jacket over your middle as you talked to him, insecure of his openly he looked at you—it was like he could see right through you, “I guess I can buy less, if it’s really a problem.”

“No, no,” Eddie stammers, hands shaking out in front of him, he turns around to fiddle with the items in his chest—a mess of different items: papers for rolling, more weed, a lighter, and a fat wad of cash. You were completely out of your element with him, all the time, “—you know, since you’re such a loyal customer, I was thinking—“

“What?” You reply eagerly, forgetting self control for a moment, face blushing a deep red, cheeks burning like you’d just stood over a fire.

Eddie laughs softly, reaching in to pull a joint between his fingers—new and untouched. He’s got a look on his face, like he’s about to engage in a dangerous game, ready to pull you down with him. It’s terrifying, but you’re nearly on your tiptoes now, shifting awkwardly in the silence—maybe you should run.

Instead, you stay, “I was gonna offer you a freebie.” Eddie admits, placing the joint between his soft, pink lips, flicking at the lighter with difficulty—he hits the bottom a few times, still nothing. The calluses on his fingers were a pain in the ass and he wants to put you on the spot, seeing if you crack under the pressure. It’s the perfect opportunity. “Do you mind?” He asks, voice muffled around the joint in his mouth.

You nod hesitantly, pulling the lighter from his grip gently—it wasn’t the first time you’ve ever held a lighter, you weren’t that clueless, but to try and think of a way out of this situation, it seemed impossible. You flick the lighter a few times, the flame finally coming to life, Eddie leans forward slowly, letting the end burn until it smokes, inhaling quickly. You make a subtle move back, pressing the lighter into his hand. You squint, the haze of smoke hitting your face. It makes your eyes water and your nose burn, you hate it. The appeal was never apparent to you—and you didn’t judge Eddie, but it always seemed so pointless to you, throwing away money for a temporary high.

“Here,” Eddie says roughly, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment, breathing out as you took the joint from his fingers, “—it’s good shit, I promise.”

You pluck it delicately, held between your thumb and pointer finger—it’s so close, maybe you could just fake it, but now Eddie’s staring at you, waiting. You’re scrambling for a reason to weasel your way out of this.

“I, uh—I can’t, Eddie.” You tell him softly, passing the joint his way, “My parents will know, I can’t just go home smelling like that.”

He stifles the laugh at your choice of words, the irony so relevant.

“I can smell the weed I gave you from your pocket,” Eddie points out, “how do you explain that?”

“I leave it in my bag—and then I move it, I don’t keep it in the house.” You explain weakly. Your heart is hammering in your chest, the sound of blood rushing and pounding in your ears.

“How often do you smoke then?” Eddie asks curiously, trying to seem less abrasive with his questions. He wants to catch you in your lie, but he doesn’t want to scare you away.

He’s always been intrigued with, infatuated—he didn’t want you running in the other direction.

You didn’t know what sounded believable, so you settled on, “Uh—every other day, sometimes twice on the weekends.”

That bag was enough weed to last anyone a month, as long as they didn’t overindulge. Eddie pushed in further, pointing out the slight inconsistency.

“Oh—because I usually only give that much to the real, real heavy smokers—they smoke at least twice a day, every day, and it still takes them a couple weeks to move through that much product.”

And if you heart couldn’t physically drop to your stomach, it still definitely felt like it.

“Uh, it’s—uh,” You try desperately to recover, “I share with friends too, so it goes pretty quick.”

“Aren’t you generous?” Eddie teases, having smoked through nearly half the joint by now, “Your nerdy little friends? The one’s in that book club?”

It was a soft jab, a pot calling the kettle black.

“It’s not nerdy,” You defend passionately, “you literally play D&D. That’s not fair.”

The squeak in your voice has Eddie smiling behind the joint, appreciating just how fiery you could be.

“Why do you even care?” You ask, frustrated with him, it felt like he was picking on you for no reason.

Eddie sighs softly, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” He stresses out, hoping you’ll relax, he sees your shoulders settle and takes that as a sign, “I’m just trying to figure you out—we talk a lot in passing, but I barely know you.”

It’s all your fault, your shyness, your innate fear of being caught in your lies—they were harmless, but it still felt wrong.

“It’s okay.” You tell him quietly, hands fisted in your pockets in tight balls of frustration.

Eddie laughs to himself, nodding for you to take a seat on the bench, you're hesitant but listen anyways, taking whatever bait he is offering. If you weren’t going to fess up, Eddie was going to drop his knowledge of it to you and wait for your reaction—it could go horribly, but it was worth the risk. It wasn't like he couldn’t notice the way stared at his lips every time he took a drag from the joint, or how he licked his chapped lips frequently, chewed at his bottom one out of habit; you were mesmerized.

“I wanna show you something,” He explains, squeezing in beside you, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against the outside of your leg, the prickle of the wood digging into your thighs where your dress didn’t cover, he grabs his supplies and sets the rolling paper out, a small bagging already ground up weed that was ready to go, and makes a small motion with his hand, “but I wanna see how well you do it first.”

“Eddie—“ You panic, glancing between him and the items in front of you. You didn’t have the slightest clue how to roll a joint, you wouldn’t even know where to start, Eddie looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised slightly in question, “—I, uh—“

Eddie moves silently, grabbing the supplies for himself, working quickly and expertly, like he’d done it a million times. It’s surprisingly fascinating, eyes locked on his tongue as it pokes out to seal the paper together, his eyes flicking to your momentarily.

He set it down gently, hand curled up on the table as he looked at you, other hand resting against his thigh, he fiddled with his rings with the pad of his thumb, letting the silence linger for a moment.

Then finally, “You've never smoked before,” Eddie deduces, smirk crawling up his face, “have you?”

You shake your head slightly in defeat, his fingers curl against the denim, he is desperately holding back, your wide eyes staring up at him.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to buy weed to talk to me.”

And if you weren’t dying of embarrassment before, you were now.

“That’s—that’s not,” You fumble with your words, trying to find some kind of remark or comeback, or just explain yourself—nothing ever comes.

“What’s the real reason?” Eddie’s turned toward you now, leg swung over the bench so he’s straddling it, facing you’re curled in body, still struggling to keep your distance, jacket hugged right around your midsection.

“My friend’s are scared of you,” You admit, eyes turned down toward the table, “—I had to find a way to talk to you without seeming obvious.”

Oh, it was very obvious. Eddie doesn’t want to strike you while you’re down though, so he keeps that to himself.

“So, you like me?” He teases, nudging your arm with the soft touch of his knuckle, smiling sweetly at you. If your heart wasn’t already pounding out of your chest, it was definitely going to burst if he kept looking at you like that.

You shrug indifferently—you weren’t sure of what your feelings were; curiosity, yes—the idea of trying not to obtain something seemed impossible, it was intriguing, to say the least, and it wasn’t like you were immune to all the rumors about Eddie. People constantly talked about him around school—either hateful or downright rude, but there were a few that talked about him like he was god personified—you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself religious, but it wasn’t going to stop you from finding out how true those rumors were.

“Like is a strong word,” You laugh slightly, crossing your left leg over your right, shoes shifting together under the table. You felt a few raindrops hit your shoulder, pulling you both from the intense conversation, “—I should probably go.”

“Wait—“ Eddie stops you, grasping the wrist of the hand that was still shoved firmly in your pocket, “—don’t go.”

And against every fiber of your being, you nod, letting him lead you down a path you weren’t sure you’d be able to feel remorse over.

“Why do you park so far away from the school?” You ask randomly, letting him drag you along the way, feet desperate to keep up with his wide strides.

“Principal Higgins would skin my ass if he found out I was smoking on campus in the mornings,” Eddie explains, glancing back at your briefly as he reaches to open the rear of his van, giving you a full view of the back—it was surprisingly unmessy, aside from a few empty cans of beer and some suspiciously wadding up pieces of tissues and magazine pages, it wasn’t unwelcome—though, it reeked of weed and cigarettes, “—well, here’s my home away from home—trailer, whatever.”

Your parents would surely kill you if you went home smelling like either of those.

Eddie leans inside, allowing you to crawl underneath the bridge his arm made, pointedly avoiding the opportunity for him to look up your dress, turning on your backside to scoot in beneath him—he looks mostly unphased, maybe you were reading into this too much. It could just be an innocent gesture to get to know you, altering motives aside—not that you would mind; you were hoping for it, selfishly enough.

You strip off your jacket once you’re seated, feet crossed out in front of you as you lay your jacket over your lap. Eddie closes the doors with a rough tug, nearly knocking himself on his ass, before finally taking a seat across from you, let’s outstretched around your own, one foot planted against the floorboard to allow him to rest a hand on his knee.

“So—what did you want to—“ You start, quickly interrupted by Eddie motioning you over, you hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not it was worth it—your body moves on its own accord though, pushing up with your fingertips until you’re crawling toward him, breast peeking through the fabric that hung down. Eddie didn’t avert his gaze, though you’re almost positive his eyes are solely locked in yours, heated and intense as he stared you down, face still holding every bit of its softness.

You shift to sit beside him, but his hand comes up to stop you, “Come here,” His voice is soft, pleasing—like he knows what you want, it’s exactly what he needs, he’s more than willing to give you whatever you were hoping for, “right here.” He instructs, watching as you hesitantly swung your leg over his thigh, his left shifting down to accommodate room for you, the back of your thighs settling against the top of his, dress flowing out over his jeans, covering all the rips and holes that showed off his pale skin.

Eddie’s hands slip over the fabric of your dress gently, testing his boundaries, still holding his gaze on your face, “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?” He asks with a hint of knowing to his voice—he just wanted to hear you say it. “No more lies—or buying weed off of me for no reason.”

You put petulantly, shoulders falling slack as you watched his hands travel further up your dress, settling on your waist, the heat of his hands seeping through the thin cotton material, he squeezed gently, you gasped, “I’ve heard…things.” It’s a lame response, but it’s all you can manage.

“Things?” Eddie mocks, fingers coming around to fiddle with the tie on your dress, only lingering and never pulling, he wouldn’t take that step unless you allowed him.

“Girls talk about—you—and how good you are at,” His ringed fingers slip under the string, pulling against the strings, “stuff—like, with sex and all that.”

Eddie chuckles darkly, pulling a hand away to tilt your head up to look at him, rubbing tenderly at the skin of your jaw, “Sweetheart, if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”

If only it were that easy—you’d never be bold enough to say it, not without a heavy amount of coercion, and a lot of teasing, it seemed pathetic to say it so simply—part of you enjoyed the game he was playing at.

“I’m not like that,” You confess, “—too scared.”

Eddie nods slightly, “Too shy,” He notes, thumb dragging along your pursed lips, pulling them apart gently, “that’s okay.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” You laugh nervously, “I still—still think you’re really cute,” You admit, “and you’re so nice to me—“

“An adorable girl who buys all my weed and will do anything to talk to me?” Eddie asks redundantly, “I’d be stupid not to be.”

Eddie takes a moment, breaking the heated facade, “Say—what have you been doing with all the weed?”

You wonder if you should lie, deciding if it’s worth confessing over—but it seemed like everything was already being laid bare, “Uh, this guy—his name is Rick. I sold it to him really cheap, I just wanted to get rid of it.”

“Rick?” Eddie questions like he wants you to elaborate.

“Always smells like weed, looks kinda homeless—he hangs out behind the Rec center near my house.” You tell him honestly, and Eddie can feel the proverbial light bulb switching on in his head.

“You’re selling weed back to Reefer Rick?” He asks with a slight hint of incredulousness in his voice—it bordered on betrayal.

“I—I don’t know who he is!” You say defensively, “He didn’t seem sketchy or anything—did I do something wrong?”

“No—it’s just—“ Eddie laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, “—I’m not selling you anymore weed, sweetheart.”

“That’s fair,” You say on a small sigh, “stuff is gross anyways.”

“And you’re sitting on the lap of Hawkins second biggest pothead,” Eddie challenges, “so what does that say about you?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try you,” You reply boldly, voice still too soft and innocent, “—it’s not the same, you know.”

Eddie pulls his bottom lip between his teeth slowly, like he’s struggling to hold off whatever is eating at him, eyes half lidded and staring straight through you.

“Tell me what you want.” Eddie demands slowly, other hand joining your face, adjusting your head until it’s locked between his grip, assuring you tell him directly rather than to your lap.

“I want you to touch me.” You admit shyly, his face pulling up in a smile

“I am touching you.” He points out; the smartass he’s known to be. “Show me.”

Shaky hands pull at his fingers, curling around his open palm until his hand is settled under your dress, pressed against the sticky, wet material of your underwear—there is no reason to feel shame now, not with the full grin that spreads across his face.

“I knew it.” He snarls, fingers rubbing soft circles into the material, the cold press of the fabric making you squirm, “How long?”

“How long?” You repeat, confused at his questioning.

“Since you’ve been touched.” He clarifies.

“A few months,” You tell him, “I had this thing back in the summer—whatever, it doesn’t really matter—“

Eddie laughs at you rambling, an attempt to settle your rattled nerves. “It’s fine—I was just gonna say you’re really wet—I’ve never, never touched a girl for the first time and had it feel like that,” He tells you honestly, “it takes time—god, can’t believe I could’ve had you all this time.”

“All this time?”

“You really think it was all one-sided?” Eddie asks, “Sweetheart—I’ve known for weeks that you weren’t smoking that weed.”

“I guess I wasn’t very smart about it.”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement, “Doesn’t matter—we’re here now. Can I touch you?”

“You are.”

“Not how I want to.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, nodding shakily in response. His hand slipped under the fabric of your panties, one large finger running down your folds, ghosting over your already sensitive clit, dipping his finger inside of you instantly, a sharp gasp ripping from your chest as you gripped his shoulders, leaning forward slightly at the sudden intrusion.

Eddie looks up at you, your mouth hanging open slightly as he works his finger inside of you slowly, “Can I?” He asks, mouth parted slightly as he looks down toward your breasts, soft skin peeking out the top of your dress.

You nod fervently, exasperated by his constant polite questioning. “Eddie—stop asking, just do it.”

“Just wanna be sure.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want it—all of it.” You tell him honestly, “Plus, it’s ruining the whole—thing everyone says about you.”

“Thing?” He laughs softly, mouthing over your breasts.

“They—they say you’re like—I don’t know,” You feign the importance of it, it doesn’t really matter, “that you’re a god—with, you know.”

“A god?” Eddie teases, testing the word on his tongue, taking a small nip at your chest, your breath catching, “You think I’m a god?”

“Not me,” You shake your head, “it’s just what I’ve heard.”

“But, I’m sure you thought about it—so be honest with me.”

You sigh, shoving his face against your breasts to muffle his endless rant, “Jury’s still out—we’ll see.”

Eddie hums against your skin, dragging his tongue through the valley of your breasts, somehow having worked another finger inside you without you noticing, so caught in staring at his mouth that it’s an afterthought, but then he’s curling his fingers and you can’t do anything but moan, head falling back in anguish, your stomach tightening at the sensation.

“Condoms?” Eddie asks hopefully, he could feel his cock straining painfully against the line of his zipper, he was sure you felt it too, he wanted nothing more than to relieve that ache.

“Oh, fuck—no, I don’t have any.” You say with deep regret, wishing you had thought ahead, had some type of courage that you could turn things into more, but no—and now here you were.

“Wait—“ Eddie yelps, pulling back from your chest, “—passenger side, under the dash,” He points in that direction, removing his hand gently to allow you to scramble toward the front of the van, yanking open the compartment to find two dust covered foil packets.

“God—these things have to be a hundred years old,” You complain, grabbing at the items and returning to Eddie, tossing them into his lap, “are we sure that’s safe?”

Eddie takes a hesitant look, nodding gleefully as he reads the black print, “Thank god—they’re still good for a few months.” You look at him with narrowed eyes, wondering why he had such a decrepitated pair stashed away.

“We got them during one of those safe sex classes,” He says defensively, “better safe than tied down with a kid, right?”

He had a point—plus, you were more than eager to move things along.

You reach for the tie of your dress, struggling to find the string at this ankle, Eddie noticed, “Hey, don’t worry about—“ He says soothingly, “just take your underwear off—they’re already soaked to nothing anyways.”

“God—shut up,” You reply lightheartedly, stripping yourself of the garment before returning to his lap, watching as he pulled himself out of his pants in hurry, red leaking tip screaming for relief, holding the shaft firmly in his hand while he ripped at the foil with his teeth, grabbing the rubber and throwing the trash to the side.

“Wait—“ You interrupt, pointing at the condom in between his teeth, “can I?”

Normally he’d find it weird, but it was the ultimate turn on when it came from you—curious hands and curious minds, he couldn’t deny you that.

“I’ve just—never,” Most guys refused to wear condoms, so it was kind of fascinating, “—forget it.”

“Oh—of course,” He obliged, handing the protection over to you, watching as you slowly rolled the latex over his tip, down his shaft, until it stopped near the base, fingertips brushing through his curls faintly, “—I always wear one, I don’t see why guys complain about it. It really doesn’t make a difference.”

You laugh softly, “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?”

“A godly gentleman, I hope.”

Your smirk softly, guiding your hips over his own, letting him rub his wide, aching tip through your folds, gathering up some of your slick before slipping in slowly, allowing you to adjust to the girth of him. You let out a quiet sigh, hips rocking slightly as you forced him deeper and deeper, a collective groan from the both of you when he was fully seated inside you.

“Let me untie your dress,” Eddie practically begs, yearning for the sight of your bare breasts and soft stomach as he fucked into you, wanting to see your body shift with every movement, “yeah?”

You nod, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you shifted your hips slightly, small lifted motions as you moved against his dick, Eddie muffled the groans in the alcove of your neck, fumbling with the tie until the dress fell loose, pooling at your hips.

“There we go.” He sighs in relief, pulling at your arms until they’re resting at your side, giving him the perfect view of you, so wound up and panting for relief, hair askew and in your face, much like his own. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a new concept, you did it often—just never in the presence of others. But, Eddie sent a surge of confidence through you, something completely unexpected. Your fingertips dragging against the skin gently, body breaking out in goosebumps at the sensation, you squeeze at your breasts, receiving a small grunt from Eddie as he thrust into your harder, eyes locked on you, alternating between your working hands and exasperated face.

“Fuck—I thought you were so innocent,” He laughs warmly, hands gripping at your hips, thumbs digging into the curve of the bone settled their, rocking you in time with his eager thrusts, forceful and totally in control, “guess I was wrong.”

“Surprise.” You mock breathlessly, the soft mounds of flesh squeezed gently between your hands, thumbs rubbing over the hardened buds testingly—you’ve never been super responsive, but then Eddie is reaching his tongue out, following the drag of your thumb, and that concept flies completely out of the window.

“You gonna come on my dick?” He asks teasingly, mouthing at the undersized of your breasts, “—think you can come without me touching you, sweetheart?”

You shake your head in a hurry, the thought was like torture, but Eddie doesn’t budge, removing his hands from you fully, resting against the side of his van, arms outstretched at his side. You stop for a moment, frustrated.

“That’s not fair.” You pout slightly, earning an amused laugh from Eddie.

“If you want it so bad—you’ll get what you need,” Eddie tells you, his thighs nudging your hips forward slightly, causing him to slip even deeper, “take what you need, okay?”

You look at him with a heated gaze, lust and anger laced together, “Lay down.” You order, watching as he shifts eagerly, allowing you full room to stretch your hands over his chest as he lays back, giving you the perfect amount of space to lose yourself, rocking your hips at a pace that has Eddie choking on air, palms pressed firmly against the material of his shirt, gripping slightly for assistance.

“Fuck—okay,” Eddie pants, meeting your thrust with fervor, “I see how it is—shit, please tell me your close.”

“So close,” You whine, “God—so fucking close.”

Eddie makes a noise, “Mmm, not god, sweetheart.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh through baited breath, mouth hung open on a wordless gasp as he thrust into your harshly, hitting a spot so deep that you’re curling forward at the suddenness, nearly coming then, but you try to hang on, “Eddie—-shit—“

“It’s alright.” He nods, hair messy and bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, rubbing your thighs tenderly, letting you rock your hips with such an intensity that he can’t hold back any longer, coming almost immediately after you, both of your desperate gasps of pleasure mixing together, cunt clenching tightly around him as you came, almost completely untouched—it was intense and visceral and like nothing you’ve ever felt. Eddie pants loudly, letting out a sudden laugh when you finally lock eyes.

“Oh, don’t look so smug.” You chide, shoving at him gently.

Eddie doesn’t respond, leaning up to kiss you without warning, you make a noise of surprise, not offended in the slightest, but deeply caught off guard. Eddie pulls away slowly, staring at you hesitantly.

“That felt overdue, I’m sorry.” Eddie apologizes.

He doesn’t expect you to return the same eagerness, nearly toppling him back, lips pressed against him with all the energy and feeling you could muster, indulging in the simple act of kissing him. You’ve never experienced anything this special; so raw and real, it was exhilarating.

Eddie slips out of you gently, tying up the condom and disposing of it in the front of his van, a small trash can nestled underneath the dash—it was filled to the brim already, which wasn’t surprising. You dress quickly, watching as Eddie shifted and tucked himself back inside his jeans quietly, eyes lingering on you the entire time.

“No more excuses, okay?” Eddie says, “I get it if you don’t want to be seen with me at school—I can live with that, but seriously—I like you.”

You smile sweetly, tugging at your jacket pocket until it falls open, “I like you too, Eddie.” You find the bag of weed with ease, tossing it in his direction. “Keep the money, I don’t need it.”

Eddie catches it with one hand, “Same time next week then?”

You nod eagerly, leaning up to press a chaste kiss against his cheek, “Don’t be late.”

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serxinns · 2 months

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I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAA!!!

okay so like, what if there was a reader who was like really happy-go-lucky and kind and what-not but when it comes to battle or sparing they are a BEAST!!! i mean DISRESPECTFUL, folding people like HOT OMELETS IN A PAN! i also like to think what if this reader has a quirk thats like toph from atla and they know like reaaaally rare earth bending techniques like bone-bending and lava bending. how do you think yandere class 1a would react?

btw you dont have to write anything 4 this(though it would be a bit cool if u did, no pressure ofc!!!) i just wanted to share the thoughts in my noggin

(NOTTHEHOTOMELETOMG 😭 y'all are insane)

•You had a very powerful quirk which was earth bending you had telekinesis and were able to control earth like dirt, and sand, and mentally your quirk was considered dangerous and very powerful but despised that you were the exact opposite you were a happy full of life always smiles and your classmates and some of the teachers love about you

•Your classmates would do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours they would even fight to the death if that was the final result to make you happy, even in the darkest times you still were always positive and made everyone's day whenever someone was down you made them happy with your silly jokes and encouragement

•you got along very well with the happy, and chaotic ones (Ochako, Kiri, Izuku, Sato, etc) izuku Was writing down everything about your amazing power he wishes to be a hero with you and to always protect you from wicked villains so he can be called your hero or how Kirishima would be your number one "Fan" whenever he always feel insecure your encouragement and compliments motivate him on making him blush making him mumble about how manly you are

•And You got along with the quiet ones as well (Shoto, Jirou, Kota, and Shoji, etc.) Jirou and you would join in and sing happy tunes and talk about your favorite genre and Shoto wanting to have his private therapy section with you because he's memorized your positive aura and words Kota loves when you hang out with his animals he almost cried tears of joy when he saw his pet rabbit resting on your lap he is just in AWE he took a lot of photos that day

•Now nobody saw you angry heck is it even possible to make you angry one time a person rudely shoved you all you did was shrugged it off and hummed your tune, If you were so close to winning a game and you lost at the last second you still would just be like "Oh well!" and just play it again, everyone was curious to see that unknown side was but didn't matter to them sicje they like seeing your smile

That's what they all thought

•One day you were fighting some villain for stealing some money when all of a sudden the villain punched you in the face you were ok and quickly recovered from it but you were PISSED because they broke your favorite hero helmet, you quickly zoomed over trying to hunt that villain down and beat the absolute SHIT out of them while saying saying words that they didn't expect for you to say such vulgar words

•Bakugo wasn't even shocked this dude was cheering for you while the rest of the squad jaws were wide open

•iida was even speechless he didn't even try to stop you just...observed you he was more worried for you then the poor dude gets beat

•Kirishima was just a mess he thinks your a absolute badass, He honestly loved this side of you

•Ochako was just eyes was just sparkling she wanted to hug you right you right then and there and asked to marry you

•While Izuku was shocked he was secretly fanboying dude was writing down this whole new side while giggling to himself he was gonna ask you a lot of questions after this

Aizawa was just shocked while the mic was paranoia mic was begging Shouta to use his bandages on you to restrain you but aizawa was just smirking telling him "Wait wait just a little more" but he had to restrain you cause he didn't want you to kill the poor dude

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere

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ncteez · 2 years

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Persistent. (j.s)

Johnny has it in his head that having sex without a condom would feel better. Despite the number of times he’s asked, you always rejected the idea out of fear of getting pregnant. Only with the promise that he will pull out, you allow it this one time. except he doesn’t, and he probably didn’t intend to pull out anyway.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni !!

WORDCOUNT― 2.1k

PAIRING― johnny x afab reader

CONTENT― top johnny, anxious reader

WARNINGS― this is dubcon. do not read this work if you either don’t know or know that it will bother you. this is consensual sex for the most part except for like, when it’s not but also still is? i dont know? i will not trauma dump to give others the ability to grant me permission to write this. if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

NOTE― not proof read. here is ur dumpster fire @neopuppy u get full credit for me thinking bout this enough to write it in the span of like a few hours. anyway, *humps pics of mark lee*

It was just this once where you decide to let Johnny put it in raw. Not because he forced you, not because you felt guilty, and not because you felt obligated. Like him, you’ve never had sex without a condom but it’s the fact that you’re not on any form of birth control that leads you to reject the idea more often than not. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re curious in finding out what it feels like without the thin layer of latex preventing the very real feeling of a cock inside of you.

Today is a little bit different. Johnny brought it up again, promising that he has self-control and will pull out as soon as he starts feeling like he’s going to spill his load. If the past few years with him didn’t tell you that you can trust him, you feel like you’d probably have already broken up with him by now. So, for once, you agree. Slightly excited yourself to see if it actually feels any better, his smile only made it more exciting.

As expected, it did feel better. A lot better. From the drag of his bare cock to the wetness of him and you finally mixing. Johnny appears to agree with you, with the way his body tenses as he finally bottoms out, holding himself there and twitching inside of you. The twitch of his cock stretches you open much like it always did, except this time burning a bit more with how tightly he’s packed himself into your small, wet hole.

You watch him intently and notice only for a split second how dark his eyes have become by the sheer raw feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Usually, he’s talking, usually, he’s already chasing for more friction but it appears he’s getting just what he needs at the moment.

When he pulls his hips back he looks down at his cock, shimmering with a coat of wetness from you for the first time. He groans at it, finally being able to feel your warmth without the cold latex needing to be warmed up first, without the latex creating a barrier between your walls and him. Finally, you can feel him, and he can feel you. He can truly feel how slippery you are, sliding in and out with ease once he does finally move his hips a bit faster.

“So wet–” He seethes through his teeth, pulling his eyes from your pussy and up towards the ceiling so that he can bask in the feeling. “Fuck, so tight.” He looks back down and feels how easy the slide into you is compared to before. Faster, harder, Johnny leans over you and places both hands against the headboard so that he can balance himself for his next, deep, hard thrust.

You yelp as you feel him slam into you, and you really thought he would keep a slower rhythm like usual, but then you yelp again, and again because he’s continuously slamming his hips into you. Looking up at him, his pupils are shot and all you can do is drag your eyes to his biceps, flexing with each rough thrust. Partly, you wonder why he’s fucking you so good right now, then again, it’s a little obvious.

Having the ability to bask in the feeling of your boyfriend’s raw cock for the first time, you’re almost seeing stars when he pulls one arm away from the headboard and grabs at one of your legs, pushing it against your chest in an uncomfortable and painful way. You take note that he’s barely looking you in the eye and instead, staring down again at his cock plunging in and out of you with so much ease. The squelching sounds audible and almost embarrassing when it comes to how wet you are for him, despite the fact that he isn’t praising you as much as he usually does. You can tell he’s muttering things to himself, but too quietly for you to hear.

You can’t reach climax yourself like this, but you can’t look away from the way his face contorts in pleasure. You’d rather he slip on a condom and fuck you until you cum to be honest, or maybe have him lean down and lick your clit, but watching him alone is doing it for you. You’re incredibly wet, incredibly turned on, and love what he’s doing, but– it’s different. It almost feels like your boyfriend is further from the title than he’s ever been at this moment, this feels like a one-night-stand. The fear of pregnancy is still swimming around in your thoughts, the anxiety is definitely there trying to prevent you from getting off like this, but you ultimately ignore it much as he does.

Finally, you wiggle under him, shooting pleasure through you without intention. You’re want to feel him and want him to drive you straight to orgasm, but when he doesn’t even look at you.

“Johnny,” You try to say seriously, but he doesn’t respond and instead flicks his eyes to you in an immaculate show of how much self-control he doesn’t have.”Slow down, you’re not going to be able to pull out–”

You see him shake his head with a laugh. His hand goes straight to your stomach, pushing down hard so that he feels even more pressure against the head of his cock as it slams against the deepest parts of you.

“Of course, I can pull out–”

Wiggling again to try and get him to release his grip against your belly, he only presses down harder, this time groaning at the way he can feel the head of his cock pressing your belly against his palm.

“I’m so deep,” He comments, thrusting harder this time, harder than you thought he would do with you. “You expect me to stop now?”

You look at him for only a moment before rolling your eyes back at the sheer feeling of how deep he actually is.

“Yes–” You moan out, unsure if it was to his question or praise for how good he’s fucking you.

“Sounds more like you like it.” He fucks into you just as hard, pulling his palm away from your belly and now grabbing your other leg, holding it above his shoulder and nuzzling his face against the muscle there. “All spread out for me. You’re so wet for this, you’re practically sucking me in–”

He’s not entirely wrong. One side of you wants him to stop to save you both from the bigger issue, but the bigger side of you wants him to keep going. You want him to fucking tear you apart. He’s always been able to make you feel so dirty, but this, this felt exciting. Risking the idea of pregnancy, which is admittedly a huge anxiety for you is becoming nothing more than exciting now. It feels dangerous.

“Wait– really, you have to pull out–” You clench unintentionally around him as you make another attempt to not let him lose control, and he stutters his hips for just a moment before holding your leg against his shoulder with a tighter grasp.

“I don’t want to.” He grunts, thrusts now becoming shallow and short as he starts to gasp against the muscle of your leg. “Just let me,”

He chokes up a bit with another drawn-out moan, eyes hooding as the whites of his eyes become the only visible part of them you can see. He’s losing all control from how fucking slippery your pussy is against him, and to be fair, it’s sexy as fuck but it doesn’t change the fact that he genuinely can not cum inside of you.

“You can’t.” You almost plead in a disappointed whine, trying to pull your leg off of him. It’s not that you wouldn’t want to feel it, it’s just that neither of you can actually let this go much further. You’re upset because it does feel good, and honestly, you get it. You really fucking do. If it were under different circumstances, you’d be begging for more rather than telling him that he has to stop.

When you make an attempt to get him to pull out, he only jerks his body more, chasing where ever your hips go, thrusting hard as if to satiate your movements to force you back down onto the mattress, and when he holds your arms down roughly, the feeling of your body half-fighting for him to pull out only squeezes his cock more and causes both of you to groan out in a failed attempt to stop.

“Just take it–” He jerks his hips up a few more times as he says it, feeling so close to the edge. Any thought of actually pulling out of you was long gone, though he never truly thought he’d be able to anyway. “I want to see it pour out of you, just this once” He chokes out again, dropping his body so that his face is only inches from yours.

Feeling slightly smothered as you come to terms with the fact that he’s probably going to come inside of you, you find yourself only half-attempting to stop him again. His strong arms are holding you down, cock just as strong spreading you open in ways that make you feel dizzy. You stop fighting against it for a moment, relaxing your body.

“That’s my girl,” He compliments, kissing against your neck just the way you like. “You’re so wet, don’t you want to feel full?”

“I’m only going to ask you one more time.” You say in a weak voice, hiccupping through the thrusts as he chases his high. “You need to pull out–”

“I won’t.” He admits in a choked-out moan, thrusting against you in a way that offers pressure against your clit. “You don’t really want me to, I can tell.”

You can feel the grip of his hands holding your arms become more bruising as he bottoms out one last time. His hips are pressing so harshly into you that it lifts your ass off the bed. You felt uncomfortably full as he bites against your skin but the way your eyes squeeze shut in anticipation to truly feel him shocked you.

“You’re going to take all of it,” He groans, releasing into you before you can even make an attempt to protest again. “Feel that?” He chuckles, licking against the swollen skin he had just bitten.

You’re silent. You do feel it, and it feels too good, but this isn’t supposed to be happening. The idea of pregnancy is heavy on your mind the moment you realize he’s actually releasing into you but he’s still going and showing no signs of stopping. Johnny is emptying himself inside of you without any shame and the anxiety is hitting you more than the orgasm that was building. It’s only when the last spurt is painted against your unprotected walls that he smiles at you as lovingly as he always did, but he says nothing. You watch now as he pulls back and sits upright to see the damage.

You had asked him to stop, and he didn’t. Then again, you didn’t actually want him to. In fact, you probably would have held him in place by wrapping your legs around him if he had actually listened to you.

He smiles more lovingly than he did towards you at the image of his cum seeping out of you and does little to understand the damage that you just allowed him to do. The whole point of this was just to see what it was like. He was supposed to pull out, though the blame can’t entirely be put on him.

When his eyes reach yours again, you can see a flicker or reality hit him but he plays it off.

“You good?” He asks.

You look at him, a little confused.

“Yeah, but–”

Johnny looks down at his cum pooling against the sheets, then back at you. “But?”

“You broke your promise.”

He keeps his eyes trained on you, searching for anger or discomfort. “You were really sexy, felt so good–”

It makes you feel good that he enjoyed himself but, he still allowed himself to lose control even after you at least attempted to have a little bit of control yourself. He enabled you to make a bad decision and willingly did it himself. Unsure of how you’re feeling now that the pleasure is gone, you go silent.

“I’m sorry, I thought–” Johnny panics at your silence. “I mean, you clearly wanted it?”

You did, physically, but it doesn’t change the fact that he failed you, and you failed yourself. The anxiety now bubbling much higher in your stomach and making you feel nauseous.

cue plan b trip at two in the morning and johnny apologizing 439574895439 times bc i dont know how to end this

#johnny smut #nct smut #johnny suh smut #nct 127 smut #[cnc]

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eustasskidagenda · 7 months

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hello im so excited that your ask box is open and youre taking requests! i dont request things often, so this might be a but of a weird concept, and i apologize if its too detailed. however the idea literally wont leave me alone. orz;;

maybe eustass kid has a crush on a somewhat reserved reader whose slow to open up and he hasnt quite realized thats what hes feeling until they stop on an island and meet readers childhood friend. they show a whole new side of themself with said friend by laughing openly, making stupid jokes, being much more physically affectionate. basically reader acts close with an old friend and kid gets jealous about it.

i dont mind if you do a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon, im just curious about your thoughts on this :3 thank you so much and i hope you have a great day!

Hello dear anon! Sure, I'm always happy to write for my pookie. It was fun to write, and it makes me smile a bit because Kid is such a mess, I love this angry tulip. Hope it will match your expectations. ☆

☆Kid with a s/o slow to open up

CW : g/n reader, a bit of cursing but fluff overall

WC : 700

Kid has always been loud. Whenever he's angry, he needs to shoot at someone. What can he say? His heart is filled with emotions, boiling and exploding like a thousand sparks. That's why you're a mystery. Always calm. Not letting others know what's on your mind. What makes you so quiet? He can't tell.

Just like the moon and the sun, you are polar opposites. And yet, as the sun always chases the moon, he's always looking after you. And he's everything, but not discreet. Asking loudly for almost all of his crew what they think about you and why you are so reserved.

Sure, he's used to introverted folks. Killer is one of them. But here's the difference: he can second-guess every word, thought, and breath of his best friend. He could probably achieve all of his sentences. And even through the mask, Kid could also guess the exact expression on Killer's face.

Killer, who is likely aware that Kid has a small crush on you.

Kid is genuinely frustrated. Loudly frustrated, obviously. He needs to feel in control of everything and hates when he doesn’t have a full-understanding. Usually, he fails to notice reserved people because he's taking all the attention. But there's something about you: your slight smiles, the flash in your eyes, the way you're always listening to others but never talk about yourself. He can't tell why, but it keeps his mind alert.

Perhaps you pose a bit of a challenge. Kid would never give two flying fucks about you if you were easy to see through. He's always looking after you because you're still a mystery. Sure, at the beginning, it was just to try to figure out who you really are. But now, it turned into something bigger. He hasn't noticed it yet, that’s all. Kid sucks with feelings. Feelings are actually something he hates because they make him feel weak. It puts his loved one in danger. Showing your weaknesses to enemies is a foolish move, Kid knows that perfectly.

However, everything is about to change. He decided to stop on that island for the day. For the first time, you asked to avoid robbery or harming anyone around.

"Ugh, we're pirates, y/n" Kid doesn't want to look like a nice guy. He's a tough, rude pirate. He has a reputation to uphold. For him, the only good way to open a path is by violent means. Kindness? For what? If he's still alive today, it's because he toughened up and decided to never show mercy to anyone.

"Fine, fine, I won't kill those people." Heavy sighs. But he wants to understand. He needs to understand. And finally, he's about to understand.

Because suddenly, you're smiling heartily and running towards those scumbag strangers. What. The. Fuck. It's like seeing the sun after an eternity of blizzards and grey clouds. You're a bright light, a true sunshine. A burst of joy. You're joking, laughing, talking, and talking a lot. You never said more than two sentences in front of him, and now you're chatting endlessly with those strangers and hugging all of them.

He's pissed off. Are those random people with terrible sense of style and ugly make-up better than him? The great Eustass "Captain" Kid? No way.

"Guys, here's my captain, Kid. Kid, here are my childhood best friends."

Kid's face is a mess of angry scowls and boiling with frustration when they say hello. Why aren't you smiling as warmly when you're with him? Why is his heart pounding so hard, almost painfully in his chest? And damn, is it the cold or are his cheeks completely red?

Poor Kid is both flushed and flustered. His first reflex is always exploding when he feels something. "Do you have a problem with me?" Barking through gritted teeth.

He's ruining the happy-shitty mood and he doesn't care.

So now, try to explain that you don't have a problem with him. Good luck, he's very stubborn. But once he's more or less calmed (because he's still pissed off), he still can't understand why his heart is racing at the sight of your soft, warm smile.

He wants to see that side of you more often. He wants to be part of those privileged people allowed to know the real you.

Yes, maybe he has a crush on you.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid #one piece requests #eustass kidd x reader #eustass x reader #eustass captain kidd #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

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noisyquokka · 6 months

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I know this is a very vague request and im really sorry in advance 😭… do you think you could write some headcanons/reactions for wayv? I noticed that most nct content is for dream, sometimes 127, and rarely my wayv boys and i LOVE them 😮‍💨, i dont really have a concept in mind i would prefer if it was made with a female reader in mind but gender neutral works just as well, and idk maybe a little bit suggestive if youre in the mood for it?? Idk anyways thanks for listening and im sorry im not giving you much to work with :)

+ OMG OK I JUST SENT IN A VAGUE REQUEST FOR WAYV BUT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NOW, idk if you’ll see this but do you think you could do wayvs reaction to a female reader whos more dominant, not necessarily in the bedroom sense (although that too) but just someone who looks more feminine but automatically takes on more masculine gender roles in a relationship like being big spoon, or bringing home the bag, or being the one to take care of things and fix things? Again i don’t necessarily mean in a sexual way just more in a general relationship because i know you said you werent confident/comfortable writing nsfw stuff, but if you wanted to take a more suggestive route too i wouldnt be mad, youre the writer here, im just here to support 💗, thank you again!

A/N - Not me having a whole-ass brain fart on gender roles as I wrote this🤪but ohhhohoo I love this idea!!! I'm sorry it took forever :( also some of these are longer than others, I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy 💛 Thank you for the request, Love!

WORDCOUNT - 1,165

WARNINGS - F!reader, suggestive if you squint from the other side of the galaxy??

Kun

you had told him that you were quite independent from the beginning of your relationship

perhaps you hadn't been persuasive enough, or it didn't register in Kun's head...

because when he comes home from tour, he doesn't expect to find you in the kitchen, cursing under your breath with your head ducked beneath the sink

it appears you're too busy groveling at the plumbing to notice his presence, the clanking of metal on metal hitting his ears

"What... are you doing?" is followed by a thud! and another hushed curse as you emerge from the cabinet, rubbing at the crown of your head with a grimace

you're met with warm hands and a concerned gaze as you straighten up, adjustable wrench in your grip

"The shut-off valve for the cold water failed," you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing the small space you have to work with under the sink, "so I went and picked up replacements for both."

and Kun's just standing there like 'woah, babe, go off'

but also a little worried

cue the "shouldn't we call a plumber", and the "are you sure's"

it's not that he believes you're incapable, far from it!

he's just got no clue about the tricks of that trade lmao

asks if you need help

will literally sit by and watch like a curious Retriever whether you need extra hands or not (without being in the way, of course)

he has no idea where your confidence comes from when it comes to these types of things, but it's kinda... 😏

you finish the job in two hours, checking for any leaks after you turn the water back on and let the water flow through the pipes to clear the air in the lines

after this, he quickly adapts to you taking lead around the house with similar things

he's so used to being the leader/taking lead on so many things that it's so refreshing for him.

you're just the type to say "Hey, I've got it!" with no expectations

he's gonna find his ways of thanking you for the things you do btw

cooking you dinner, cleaning the entire house, buying you something you've been eyeing for forever.

also lives and breaths you cuddling him

back hugs, waking up to you pulling him back into your arms before you're both falling asleep again

this man is so content being little spoon if it means you're right there

Ten

totally into it!

I'd bet that this man goes full doting boyfriend

probably the most curious out of all the guys

would be super invested if you were an HVAC technician or something just because of how physically demanding the job is

asks you if he could tag along to work one day like an excited child

to which you tell him that it's not as exciting for him to watch considering most of the job is you crawling into tight spaces

like you'd literally be in some dusty attic, sweltering as you work

it happens anyways, because you find that your HVAC unit is outdated, so naturally, you choose to update it yourself

cue a sneaky head peeking around the corner every chance he gets because, contrary to what you had said, Ten is very entertained

the man has the biggest heart eyes for you through the entire process - which is roughly 6 hours

"your attention to detail is beyond admirable!"

"I'd say it's necessary when I'm working with electrical, Babe."

wants to learn how to do whatever it is you're working on

doesn't matter what it is you're doing

soaks up whatever you teach him

mans is a whole sponge istg

at the same time he's absolutely gonna tell you to keep being the boss-ass bitch that you are

WinWin

supportive but a lil insecure :(

like he loves you loads, supports you 100% in all that you do

but sometimes it'll make him feel like he's not doing enough in terms of your relationship

I don't see the insecurity coming from your confidence of taking on a more masculine role, but more out of worrying that his time is so limited with you and around the house so when he is home, he feels like it's not enough

feels like he shouldn't tell you at first

like it sounds a little like an excuse to be an ass

but eventually thinks it's the best thing for your relationship

y'all take communication so seriously so why start holding back over something like this

you're quick to reassure him that he does more than enough

like sir, sit down and kick your feet up, you literally do so much for me, I will write you a whole list rn

it works to a certain extent, so you offer him some options "to make up for it" cough I'll leave this up to interpretation💀

fair to say that all is better with a little communication

Xiaojun

I say this solely for his safety and benefit

do not, under any circumstances, let this man know you can do some of the things that you're capable of!!

boy is too petty and competitive to have this knowledge

I feel like he'd be the type to see you so confidently take care of yard work and the next week turns into a competition of who can complete said tasks better

he wouldn't do it to make you feel less than, or to put you in your place (as if you wouldn't set his ass straight)

he's just a little dramatic

a lil competitive

he loses almost every time 😔

either makes excuses for it ("I didn't know there were levels to the lawn mower", "the handle on my rake was broken") or stays quiet

will be whiny for a few days afterwards

you have no issue giving him something to whine about-

Hendery

full cheerleader mode!!

he literally grew up with three sisters, ain't no way he's gonna be against a strong and independent woman doing her thing

is the best assistant when you need an extra set of hands

literally the kid that holds dad's flashlight while dad fixes the car except you don't have to remind him to hold it steady

he's on top of it, baby 😎

mans takes this as seriously as performing open-heart surgery

I'm talking brows set in concentration and hands as steady as my granny threading a needle (that woman was so talented)

tools are in your hand before you've even finished telling him what you need

bro is just that good

loves helping you to the point that when you don't need his help, he's just a pouty boy in the corner

like Kun and Ten, he'll just watch and cheer you on in those instances

he is the ultimate ally

YangYang

I could see him drawn toward a woman who takes initiative in a relationship

probably finds it attractive as hell

at the same time, I could see him not caring much about traditional gender roles

sees it as a social construct that is meant to be broken

he digs how dynamic you can be in any situation, definitely!

that said, he is the reason you fix so many things 🧍🏻‍♀️

listen, him being your boyfriend does not guarantee your safety from The Menace™

feels bad about it sometimes

but like... you never complain

YangYang swears he's a magnet for finding patient people that can tolerate his antics

which is exactly why he's wrapped around your finger

MASTERLIST

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 11 months

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I DONT KNOW THE SPECIFICS BUT SOFT DOM!MINHO?? like it could be the reader just in need of being doted on or something and turns into sex or something 🥹

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18 + MDNI, Oral sex, Soft dominance, orgasm denial.

A/N: thank you so much for your requests.... i am loving soft dom minho so much we defiantly need more of him

When you came home today, Minho was the last person you expected to see. “What are you doing here?” His eyes became soft as he saw your tired eyes.

“You haven’t texted me all day," he said, cutting carrots.

“Sorry, it's been so hectic." You are still confused about why Minho would visit you. He wasn’t your boyfriend. You were just playing buddy.

“Did we have a play session booked, sir?” You said, placing your bag on the hook.

"No. You didn’t answer my texts,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

“So you let yourself into my apartment because?” The corner of Minhos' mouth turns into a smile.

He placed the knife down as he walked over to you, putting his finger under your chin. “If you read your text messages, you’d know,” he said, lifting his chin to look him in the eyes.

He turns back towards the kitchen. You can’t help but look at how his ass looks in the slacks hugging his thighs. Curious about the text he sent you; you open your phone.

Minho

“What are you doing tonight? I’m coming over.”

Minho

“Hello?”

Minho

“Are you ignoring me?”

Minho

“I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.... but I know where you hide the spare key, remember.”

You giggle to yourself as you read the last text he sent.

“Go wash up dinner is almost ready," he said, not even looking up from the chopping board.

………

After having a quick shower, you throw on a T-shirt and panties.

“Sit,” Minho says, gesturing at the dining table full of food.

“Why are you here, Minho?" you ask, placing your hand on his chest.

“Does my little kitten not want me?” He says, kissing your nose.

You sit at the table. Minho plates your food and sits beside you. "Are you not eating?" Your eyes widen.

“My kitten has had a hard day. I want to make sure she eats first." He grabs a scoop of rice and adds some kimchi to it before feeding it to you.

“Oh, this is so good… thank you, sir”, you smile while covering your mouth to chew your food.

Minho pulls your hand down by your wrist and kisses your lips softly. “I will always take care of you," he whispers.

You and Minho finished eating, so you took his plate to the sink to wash up.

“So, tell me about your day”, he says, turning you around and trapping you between his body and the sink.

Minhos's veins bulged as he gripped the bench as you told him how stressful your job was. He brushes a string of hair behind your ear. "Kitten," he says softly.

“Yes sir”, you reply.

“We need to talk about you ignoring me” his mouth forms a mischievous smile.

You wrap your arms around his neck as your lips hover over his. “Do we?” He chuckles as his hand rests on your hips.

“How many times do I need to tell you? I hate being ignored,” he growls. "I'm going to have to punish you,” he says, brushing his lips.

“Punishment…. What's that?” You are just being cheeky to him now; Minho acts tough, but deep down, he’s a softy. Even during your play sessions, he checks in more than most dom would.

“Don't”, he growls as his lips clash with yours, his hand sliding down to your ass. You grin against his lips, your hands running through his hair. He pulls away, a smirk on his face. He knows he can't stay mad at you for long.

Grasping the backs of your thighs, he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips. He stops kissing you briefly. You trace your lips down his neck as he walks you to the bedroom.

Placing you on the bed, he kneels on the floor, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He kisses down your thighs. His kisses are passionate and gentle at the same time as he continues moving down your thighs, teasing you as he moves. He looks up at you with desire. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he explores every inch of your skin with his lips.

His hands move up your body to your hips, gripping them firmly as he kisses his way back up. His breathing is heavy, and you can feel his desire as he moves up to your lips, connecting with them in a passionate and deep kiss. He pulls back with a mischievous smile on his face.

"You are driving me crazy." The words send goosebumps across your body.

Minho lifts your shirt slightly, letting the cool are brush across your skin. Minho licks down your breast flicking your nipple as he works his way down your body. His touch and tongue send tingles throughout your body, and his words send you a wave of pleasure and anticipation. You can't help but feel excited about what he has in store for you.

He traces circles around your navel with his tongue, his hands skimming along your thighs as he moves lower. His hot breath sends shivers through your body, each touch and lick more tantalising than the last. You can feel your heart racing in anticipation as he explores every inch of you.

Placing a kiss along your underwear line sends a shock up your body. You giggle as Minho's eyes lock with yours, and his lips move closer to your body. The pleasure builds until it reaches its peak when Minho finally devours you.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets as Minho eats your pussy like he’s been starved. Sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue as though this may be the last time he does this. “You are so good tonight”, you moan, causing Minho to press a smile into your heat.

Bunching the sheets in your hands, you arch your body, causing Minhos tongue to lick up your pussy to your clit.

Your vision blurs as Minho reaches under you and stabilises your body while holding onto your ass. "Please, I want to come", you whimper under his touch.

Minho stops immediately. You feel yourself coming down from your high instantly, your eyes opening as you start breathing heavily. "next time.... think about this moment before you decide to ignore my text."

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cyxnidx · 1 year

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Hi, I’ve liked your works for a while and was wondering if you would write something with Scaramouche and a reader who’s insecure because of her small chest? You can add any other characters if you want. If you’re busy, feel free to ignore, I don’t wanna disturb you.

PERFECTION !!

characters: scaramouche , zhongli

warnings: small chested!reader, fem!bodied, reader is called ‘darling’ & ‘love’ (zhongli)

a/n: ofc!! i dont mind. i had also added zhongli, considering i have a headcanon that they also love those with small chests<3

!! SCARAMOUCHE

is surprised when you bring it up. not in a bad way, but one thing he didn’t expect was an insecurity. let alone, from you. especially with the way you always acted so full of yourself..he felt somewhat deceived by how easily you fooled him, though didn’t think now was the time to try and scold you or act any kind of way. scaramouche being the person he is, and struggling with explaining his emotions, he simply starts poking at them, playfully, but it concerned you, yet it still made you laugh. and that was his goal. to make you laugh. it was his backup plan for everything that went wrong with you. making you laugh, it fulfilled him perfectly and honestly made him a bit more confident now that the mood has been lightened by your cheerful voice. “i dont care..” he sighed, finally being able to look you in the eye without getting the least bit flustered. though, he was slightly struggling to find the right words to finish off his sentence. he’d hate for you to assume that was all he was going to say, but he also wanted to find the right words as to not make it too harsh, or have something sound different than what it is. “..for size.” you couldn’t help but feel a tightening sensation in your throat, preventing you from speaking. in slight retaliation, noticing your emotional distress, scaramouche wrapped his arms around you and sighed. “you’re so..sensitive..about it. if i had that large of a preference you wouldn’t even know i existed.”

!! ZHONGLI

could already tell that you were somewhat insecure of them, yet deemed it insensitive to say anything. but now that you’re complaining about them, he takes it as an opportunity to say his piece. “y’know darling. it is not something to worry about.” he said softly, cupping your cheeks. “why not?” you replied quickly, avoiding eye contact. “well, from what ive been told, those with bigger sizes often get back pains..i’d hate for you to have consistent pains due to something you can’t control.” he explained. you knew you were some kind of lucky because no back pains, but you did wish they were at least a little bigger. though, your avoidance of eye contact only made zhongli want to care for you more. “why’re you so worried about your breasts anyways, my love? it’s not that you can control it.” he asked, now curious. what started such an odd insecurity? why would you wish something upon yourself that you could not control? why wish you had it, yet not bother to think for the pain? he didn’t understand. had you forgotten cause and effect? give and take? all things are given with a price. it made perfect sense to him, but he couldn’t understand it coming from you. understandably, he could never. he’s not in your place. however, why be insecure about them when he’s always showed so much love for it? “it’s just. frowned upon in communities. most men have preferences of that kind..” you said, trailing off out of embarrassment. “well, it’s not frowned upon here. and im certainly not ‘most men’, now am i?” planting a kiss on your forehead, he smiled softly at you as you nodded. “i love you the way you are. please do not hope to change yourself in any way. i developed great feelings for you, not any other. if you aren’t you, i wouldn’t have the same attachment.”

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hearts4maddison · 7 months

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You read? Part 2

- Mason mount x reader

summary: You and your girls decided to have a clubbing day out. Funny enough you bump into a familiar face you’ve see before.

Warnings: Swearing,drinking and fluff.

paring: single dad-mason “Mason mount” x female!Reader

You woke up feeling good knowing tonight you would get to go out with your friends ever since holiday and ever since your interaction with mason. All the dates you had been on didn’t go so well and all your friend’s new that. That’s also the whole reason you ended up going clubbing in the first place.

Once again, you were sat there figuring out a perfect dress. You had finally made up your mind on dress and it was final. You couldn’t waste anymore time all your friends were waiting on you already.

once you met up with all of your friend’s you headed inside the club. The same old music blasting, having to walk through a crowd of dancing people just to reach the bar.

Most of your friends were already on their fourth or Fifth drink already. You had said to your self you’d take it easy didn’t want to wake up with the worst hang over of your entire life but you knew one way or another you’d end up having one drink and end up having many more.

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The clock had now read 7:30 Most of your friends were already wasted.you were now on your Fifth drink by now probably had more than five.One of your friends Ashley wasnt as drunk was the rest which was good.

Most of your freinds were dancing. You decided to go and freshen up in the bathroom.

You decided to tell Ashley in case she wondered where you had went “hey im going to the bathroom really quick.“ you said with a slight smile

“want me to go with you?“ She smiled back “nah you go and enjoy I'll be back in like a minute or so.“ you responded with a smile and walked to the bathroom.

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when you entered the bathroom the music faded. You fixed up your hair and were ready to head back out. You told yourself you'd have one more drink and then ask Ashley to drive you back home with the other girls.

As you walked back your full attention on your phone your phone you accidentally nudged someone knocking whoever's phone out of their hand.

“oh shit! I'm so sorry I wasn't looking!“ you said a lace of worried in your tone. “it's okay you didn't break my phone at least“ whoever responded had a voice you has definitely heard before.

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Looking up at whoever you bumped into gave you a shock “Mason!?’’ you said with a surprised tone as you got up and handed his phone back.

“Lexie? Well this took a turn“ he said scratching the back of his head you hadn't talked to mason ever since at the airport and when he spoiled that good book it still struck you that he read?.

“I didn't expect seeing you here...how are you?’’ you said trying to make some kind of small talk to ease up this awkward cconversation“oh yeah i’ve been good how are you?“ he said a small smile on his face.

“I'm good..How's Maisey?“ you said with a smile on your lips “oh she's good! did you come here alone?“ he said sounding a bit curious “oh no came here with some friends what about you didn't take you for a clubbing type“ you said with a smile on your face.

“I could say the same thing pretty lady and again I'm sorry for spoiling that book when we were at the airport“ he said with a slight chuckle “Dont worry apology accepted I guess“ you said with a smile.

“good...Anyways u know you made the best impression on masiey cuz she keeps wondering where the pretty lady from the airport went” he said with a chuckle.

“guess i just make a good impression on everyone!” You say with a laugh causing mason to let out a laugh as-well.

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throughout,most of the night you and mason had talked at the bar which then you guys talked and talked and talked until it was time to go home you could see Ashley gesturing to get up and go home now.

“hey it was nice bumping into you mason! but i should get going now.” You said with a smile planted on your face “nice bumping into you too i’ll definitely be telling masiey i bumped into the pretty lady again” He said with a slight laugh causing you to smile.

“Good and don’t you dare spoil another book for ever again!” you said with a fake angry tone causing mason to put his hands up in defeat and laugh “don’t worry they end up together” he said with that same cheeky smile.

“…Are you serious!! How dare you spoil it for me!” you said angry but also trying to bite the smile back “I’m sorry it funny seeing you all mad and that pout you make”he said laughing.

“I’m leaving now! Thanks alot mount!”you said fake angry at him mason just waved and headed back to his group of friends.

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you got back in your friend Ashley car your other friend’s passed out sleeping in the back “girl what took you so long?” she said sounding curious “nothing i just bumped into someone i knew” you said resting your head on the car window.

“Omg! that cute guy who you were talking to he looked interested in you!” she said with a squeal “Oh shut it! you said with a smile “okay okay just saying” she said with a cheesy smile on her face.

your phone buzzed and as you looked at it was mason number the text message reading.

“Come to masiey birthday party? and i’ll make up for spoiling the book pretty lady.’’

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Ooo…A Invite wonder what’s gonna happen next…

sorry this took like months to get out i was so busy and couldn’t be asked but i’m back now! just a disclaimer this has not been proof read.

hope you enjoyed it.

@am0urjjkx

@judesluv

@almondsblog

#mason mount fic #mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount x you #mason mount imagine

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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I saw the rollo with the reader who is scared of magic and i liked it so much 😁. May I request Rollo with a reader who is homesick because of flower town. Seeing people with their families at home just remind the reader that they can't do that. I know they are similar fanfics but i dont mind.i just like comfort.With gn!reader please!!

rollo x reader who misses their world headcanons (gn!reader)

thank you so much for requesting this, anon, i enjoy writing for rollo a lot <3 and also thank you for saying that you want it to be soft because i immediately thought of yandere hcs right when i read your request 😭😭 i hope you like these and they're just as cute as you expected!

♡ rollo can't imagine how lost you must feel right now. of course, he knows that it's hard for you to live in a world full of magic as someone who's completely magicless, but he also knows that.. well, he's still a magic user, so he can't fully understand your pain. you also have to deal with overblots and nrc students in general. he really wishes he could help you in some way, even though he knows that you're staying in the city of flowers only for like three days.

♡ he's very protective of you and he makes sure you're safe and comfortable. if he sees a nrc/rsa/literally any magic school student talking to you and being annoying, he will gently stop them and tell them that he knows a place they will definitely find interesting, so maybe they should leave you alone and go there instead. and yes, he knows, that it's his job as a student council president to watch over all students and not just you, but.. fine, fine, he has his favorites.

♡ he would love to listen to you talk about your world. you can talk to him about it if you miss your home so much that you can't stop thinking about it or you can just do it to spend some time with him. he's not sure that you will find him that interesting, but he can assure you that he's a good listener and he's genuinely curious about your world. also, he just hopes that you will feel better after talking about it. again, he's okay with doing anything to help you.

♡ your stories fascinate him. he had no idea what it's like to live in a world that doesn't have any magic and now he knows about it thanks to you. haha, it really does sound like a perfect world.. oh, um, he hopes you didn't hear that. but you did. you tell him that your world is far from perfect, but you still love it and miss it so much. sure, you remember wishing to wake up in a world that's just like the books you used to read and the movies you used to watch as a kid, but now.. you understand that you weren't made for a life like this. yes, you made a lot of friends here and you're slowly getting used to this place, but you really want to see your loved ones again. also, this world is just way too dangerous for you. so yes, even though your world wasn't perfect, you still want to go back.

♡ and rollo really wants to help you. he has no idea how to send you back to your world, but he will try his best to find at least some information about it. he asks you if crowley knows about your situation, you know, he's the headmaster after all, so maybe you should ask him- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID ASK HIM FOR HELP BUT HE STILL DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. wait, so the jokes about crowley keeping you here so that you can do his job for him weren't jokes at all?? um. well. hey, y/n, do you mind if rollo steals you from the nrc students for some time, haha.. <3 no, no, he's not being serious, it's just.. you know, if you want to, you can always transfer to nbc-

♡ whenever you see families looking happy, friends having fun and couples showing their love to each other, no matter how much you try to remind yourself that you're not alone.. it still hurts. you almost end up crying after seeing them. and rollo notices. he's not sure if his words will make you feel better in any way, but he says that if you need anything from him, he'll always be glad to help. again, he knows that you're here only for three days, but if you want, maybe you two can.. uh.. you know, keep in touch even after all of this is over. you smile and ask if rollo wants to be friends with you. your question surprises him, but he knows he has to be honest with his feelings and he says yes while covering his face with his handkerchief again. haha, he really is cute.

♡ to be honest, rollo actually starts to forget about his.. "plans" because of you. all of his thoughts are about you now. he just can't get you out of his head, he really wants to help you and support you and he's very, very worried about you. when he remembers that you'll have to go back to nrc soon, his heart starts to hurt in a strange way, he never thought he would feel like this about someone. w-well, it's probably just because he likes you and thinks that you deserve better than what you have right now. of course, he likes you only as a friend and that's it.. but rollo doesn't understand why the thought of you leaving twisted wonderland scares him so much now. wasn't he supposed to help you go back home?

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #rollo flamm #rollo flamm x reader #rollo flamme #rollo flamme x reader

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tyxoxo · 1 year

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One Night Only - V.

ch.4, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction)

tagging: @sukistrawberry @mingiandbaconjam @baecobies @produmads

a/n: guys this chapter was going so well and then i just hit a dead end (darn writers block >.<) i will attach a link to a piece i cut from the final draft cuz i felt like it was boring and messed with the pacing :))

Chapter 5

Renjun was still expecting an answer. His jaw clenched as he saw you reach for your chopsticks and grab a piece of food without another word.

You didn’t want the rest of the hangout to be awkward just because you lacked an explanation.

But you needed a couple more seconds to come up with a response, plus you were quite hungry.

“I was just curious is all.”

“Yeah, suuure.” Renjun’s drawn out annoyance had a hint of lightheartedness, much to your relief.

“He hasn’t seemed to scare you off yet. You must really like it there.”

“Hmm?” Your mouth was too full to make a comment of inquiry.

Renjun shook his head with a smile as the two of you continued your meal in comfortable silence.

The optical illusions museum was a nice change of pace for an off day. Not too much out of your comfort zone, but enough to keep your brain stimulated.

The two of you were currently in a liminal space of sorts, an Ames room with furniture to boot. Renjun looked awfully tiny on the couch in the upper corner whilst you looked gigantic next to a standing lamp in the opposite corner. Passerbys stopped every once in a while to view the two of you move around the small area.

“I wish they had a camera to take a shot of this and print it out for us.” Renjun said as he stomped along the floor to touch the other props placed in the room.

“Just ask someone to take a picture for us. I’m sure they will.”

“Good idea!”

You leaned against the yellow painted wall as you watched him skip out to ask a stranger who happily agreed. In those few seconds you had the idea to check your phone, not really understanding why you were expecting something from him.

The two of you had never exchanged messages before; the only reason you had each other's numbers was that Mark insisted on it in case of call-ins.

“You ready?” Renjun hopped back over to his favorite spot, the couch. You got back in the corner and aided in an awkward pose as the elderly lady snapped a few pictures with a smile.

Once she was done, the both of you bowed in thanks as Renjun retrieved his phone.

You hovered over his shoulders to view the pictures, both giggling at the results.

“I’ll send you these later okay?”

“Sounds go-”

You were interrupted by a call that popped up on Renjun’s screen…

Caller id: Jeno

Embarrassingly enough, your heart dropped.

Renjun accepted it but remained close enough for you to hear the other end of the line.

“Dude…I just got an email from a Seoul Fashion Week associate!”

This much excitement was unheard of.

“Woah, really?!” Renjun jumped slightly, disregarding his inside voice.

“I read through it like five fucking times. I guess they want me to audition for LIE?”

“That’s the one I was hoping for!”

“Let me finish! It’s in 2 weeks, at the Dong…dae..mun Design Plaza.”

You found it oddly endearing how he slowed his reading to make sure he pronounced the name of the plaza correctly. Though, you mentally shamed yourself for using that favorable of a word to describe his comprehension skills.

“Okay but still! They probably want you to bring a bunch of stuff. Did it say? Y’know what, nevermind! We can discuss it later when I get home.” Renjun rushed, knowing you were standing closeby, but you didn’t mind.

“Where are you anyways?” Jeno asked, seemingly eating cereal based on the crunching and tapping of his spoon in the background.

“I’m at that optical illusions museum I told you about.”

You blessed Renjun at the fact that he spared mentioning you were there, even though it was much deeper than that.

“With who? You’re too lame to go by yourself.”

With a look of regret towards you, Renjun mouthed a “sorry” before spilling your name.

You slammed your eyes shut, waiting for his presumed dickhead response.

That still didn’t prepare you.

The familiar disconnect tone rang through both of your ears.

It was uncalled for.

“What the hell?” Renjun’s voice was far from calm, baffled by the “Call Ended”. You knew exactly why he hung up, but Renjun sure didn’t.

It was best if it stayed that way.

“We should move, I think there’s some people that want to get in here.” Your tone of voice had dropped to that of disappointment but you spoke quickly to distract Renjun, who was on his way to call him back.

Planning an escape would be ideal.

Was he unsatisfied about last night? Disgusted? Appalled?

These were the questions that became of justified interest; yet you weren’t guaranteed an answer, even if your life depended on it.

What made it worse, was that you would have to see him again at work tomorrow, if he didn’t call in.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Renjun snapped you out of your inner monologue, eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

“I’m fine. I know you need to go help Jeno. We can meet again later.”

“Well wait a second! We still have 2 more sections left to look at!” Renjun pointed back towards the art pieces that were indeed waiting to be seen. But based on the impending catatonia that was bound to erupt out of you, there was no patience left in you to stay here.

“No, it’s fine. I know this is a big deal and you need plenty of time to prepare. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

You turned on your heels and walked towards the exit, leaving Renjun in the middle of the crowd.

There was definitely something he was missing, and he had to figure it out.

“Jeno, I’m homee!” Renjun’s voice rang through their apartment as he took off his shoes by the door.

He heard the flush of a toilet and running faucet water, assuming Jeno was busy in the bathroom.

“The museum was super cool! You would’ve liked it.” Renjun spoke low, trying his hardest to gauge Jeno’s body language as he appeared out of the bathroom.

“Mm.” Jeno didn’t bother making eye contact, instead plopping on the living room couch to view the emails on his laptop with the most horrid sitting posture.

Noted.

Renjun joined him on the couch, leaning in to adjust his eyes to the tiny font.

“Okay so let’s go over this again.” Renjun said as he quickly scanned the email for anything Jeno could’ve missed.

“They need you to bring a physical portfolio, ID, aaaand, that's it. They’ll supply you with clothes and makeup for the audition.”

“Duh, that’s what it says.” Jeno spoke matter-of-factly, obviously annoyed.

“I’m just trying to gather all this info, no need to have an attitude… jeez.”

“We have time to gather everything. I’m gonna head out.” Jeno slammed his laptop shut on the coffee table and rose from the couch. Renjun immediately took note again:

Distancing.

“Okay you sounded so excited earlier. Now you don’t give a shit? What’s the deal here?” Renjun got up from the couch, purposefully blocking Jeno’s view of the front door. He was beginning to get hot-tempered, oddly matching his best friend's habitual energy.

“All I said is that we have time! You automatically think I’m disinterested now?”

“This is a big deal, and you’re blowing it off! Don’t come to me pissed off if no one ends up wanting you!”

Renjun tried his best to fight back a lip quiver, somewhat apologetic for saying such a statement.

Jeno froze. Eyes stinging and anger brewing.

There was an uncomfortable pause. One where Renjun considered asking if there was missing a puzzle piece to you and Jeno’s madness.

Before he could commit, Jeno grabbed his keys and phone off the coffee table and shoved past Renjun, slamming the front door shut on his way out.

Jeno already knew where to go to get away from Renjun.

The subway ride felt like a drag, but he found himself staring off into space; eyes nowhere near a female like usual.

Jeno experienced déjà vu, realizing he was in Hongdae.

But he wasn’t here for you. He was here to see Haechan and Jaemin, to take his mind off the overstimulation present in his life. He needed something boring, for once.

2:32pm

[jeno]: im on my way up

[haechan]: kk

Jeno shook his head, the way it never failed for Haechan to make him cringe with the use of “k.”

Jaemin was the one to open the door. Stopping in his tracks at the sight of him.

“You look like you just got laid. How do you feel? Better I hope?” Jaemin’s devious grin paired well with his bizarre observation.

“Whatever.” Jeno scoffed as he took off his shoes near the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“No, I’m serious. Who was it this time?” Jaemin followed behind, eager to hear Jeno’s storytelling, as it was something he was always good at.

Instead, Jeno made headway towards the pizza box sitting on their kitchen island, not even bothering to ask for a slice.

“Sooo…?”

“Don’t make me leave.” Jeno took a bite out of the pepperoni pizza, chewing rather savagely.

“Can I make a few guesses?”

“No.”

“Oh wait, I think I know who.” Jaemin’s cheshire grin grew even wider at his own speculation.

“It’s that chick you work with isn’t it?” This time Haechan chimed in, making his first appearance from his own bedroom.

“Y’know, I came over here hoping to relax, not play 20 questions.” Jeno finished the slice within their sentences, grabbing another and dragging his feet to their living room.

“We knew it. Sorry.” Jaemin followed again, sitting next to him on the couch.

“I’m guessing it went terrible, based on the fact you’re not saying much.” Haechan said as he grabbed the remote to turn to a scary movie, Jeno’s favorite, hoping to cheer him up from his “awful” experience.

If only they knew it was the complete opposite.

You were absolutely amazing, he thought.

He just didn’t want to share that. And to gloat about you, felt unnatural unlike the others.

If he could keep you to himself, he would. No one else needed to know.

“Well there’s plenty of them left out there.” Jaemin patted Jeno on his back, feeling smug that his friend felt comfortable enough to come around.

They had everything misunderstood, but maybe it could stay that way.

11:25pm

You were being suffocated by your thoughts.

To think you were replaying the events of last night again, made you somewhat nauseous.

Jeno. Naked. You. Naked.

How he rearranged your guts in the most filthy way possible.

But it was everything you wanted. And more.

It wasn’t often you were faced with the dilemma of grabbing your phone and staring at your contacts, contemplating communication; finger hovering over his name.

Before you could even take a breath, a dropdown notification covered the upper half of your screen:

“jeno”

It wasn’t even a text. The obnoxious ringtone being the only indication to snap you out of your disbelief.

If this was “pre-fuck” Jeno, you would’ve let it go to voicemail.

Your trembling thumb tapped the green phone symbol, opting to hear him talk first.

“Probably wasn’t expecting me huh?”

His voice was still just as cocky, with a sneer to go along with his mixed signals.

[cut part]

#nct dream fanfic #nct dream fanfiction #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno smut #nct dream x reader #feedback is appreciated <3

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breadboybin · 10 months

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slytherin!yeonjun x ravenclaw!y/n [ft. ravenclaw!taehyun, gryffindor!yeri, slytherin!kim lip, hufflepuff!san] harrypotter!au , slowburn ? , some fluff ?, intended romance ;; wc: 7.7k — in which yeonjun and y/n slowly develop feelings for each other.

a/n: i imagine them much older bec also not imagining them as teenagers writings this? but you know for lore sake sixth year is what would make sense. also the level of deranged i am for not having written so long and then writing this piece in one day. there is so much going on i dont even know what to say but if anyone reads all of this and enjoys it i'd love some feedback! i just really enjoyed the thought of writing a slytherin!yeonjun and honestly, think this set up will help with writing any future scenarios or prompts of this au for yeonjun! (mxf although idt gender is ever mentioned so could also be read as gender neutral!) long ass a/n sorry i hate myself for this too. not proofread and maybe in the future i'll come back to rewrite or add or even rename this i just really wanted to get this out bec i was super excited to write it and have some semblance of completion!

“Hey y/n, are you busy this Saturday?” Is the first thing Taehyun asks after he enters the Ravenclaw common room area, making his way to where you’re seated on the ground by the fireplace.

You toss him a quick glance before your eyes return to the parchments spread out in front of you, quipping back, “Why? You finally pull up your pants and asking me out?”

At your sarcastic remark, Taehyun playfully pushes the back of your head with his hand before taking a seat on the couch beside you. He leans back into the soft blue cushion, spreading his entire body out as he finally relaxes from the long day of classes. From the corner of your eye, you can see him lean his head back as well before he continues.

“I have a friend who needs help with potions. Wanted some tutoring sessions, so I told them I’d ask around,” he says nonchalantly as his fingers begin tapping gently against the golden rim of of the couch linings.

“So, who have you asked so far?” You ask as you lean down to underline a few things, shifting your papers around before etching in a few extra notes on the sides. You had an extra project you were working on for Care of Magical Creatures and the professor was expecting a full report from you by Monday night. So, although you weren’t opposed to offering your services to help tutor someone, you weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity either.

Taehyun lets out a chortle before he sits up and leans forwards, resting his elbows on his knees as he takes a closer look at what you’re working on. “You’re the first. You actually have potions with him so I figured he might be more comfortable working with you.”

That specific comment piques your interest and you sit up to turn at look at him with your full attention. If the friend he was talking about shared a class with you - they likely knew that you were good friends with Taehyun. On top of that, if they were in the same house as you, they wouldn’t have hesitated to reach out to ask for your help considering you’ve helped plenty of other students both in and out of your class session - Ravenclaw or not. or not.

“So, does this Slytherin friend of yours have an ego issue or something that prevents him from reaching out for help on his own,” you easily deduce that it’s not a fellow Ravenclaw student after the fact of potions comes up. You’re still curious though, to know who this friend could be considering you didn’t really peg any of the Slytherins in your class to be close to Taehyun. Maybe a few acquaintances but Taehyun didn’t throw the term ‘friend’ around loosely.

Taehyun chuckles at your question before he joins you on the ground and carefully shifts a few of your papers around to skim its contents.

“Ego. Pride. Tell me what issues he doesn’t have related to those,” Taehyun replies before his attention moves from the parchments to the library book you have sitting on the side. He takes it into his hand and begins flipping through the pages while you continue scratching notes onto your papers before answering the big question. “It’s Choi Yeonjun. He mentioned falling behind in Potions because of Quidditch practice and asked if I could help him but my schedule’s pretty full.”

You don’t hide the expression of hesitation that crosses your face when you hear his name. The star seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Now that you thought about it, you recalled there were often times he had been missing from class for Quidditch practice considering it seemed he was getting a fair amount of professional attention regarding his skills. It allowed him special cases to miss class for additional and more extensive training. If you were honest, he had a questionable reputation from the things you heard but you never pegged him as the type to fall behind on his schoolwork.

“I didn’t realize you guys were friends,” is all you manage to respond with as you finally put your quill down and look at Taehyun expectantly. “He always seems a bit too aggressive on the field when he loses against you.”

Taehyun cracks another grin at your reaction before chiming in, “He’s just passionate about the game. Planning to go pro you know, so of course it gets to him when he loses against me.”

You scoff at his conceited tone before rolling your eyes. You could sort of understand from Yeonjun’s point of view if that was the case though. Taehyun being good at academics and sports? Hell, sometimes even you got irritated with how easily Taehyun seemed to grasp onto academic topics and acing tests compared to the effort you had to put in. But it was also part of the challenges and friendly competition. In a sense, you were kind of like Yeonjun - only, you were sure you were much better friends with Taehyun.

“So, he just needs tutoring for Potions?” You ask to confirm considering that all big questions are out of the way.

“Why? Did you want more?” Taehyun smirks with a raised brow before you groan out loud and throw a punch at his arm.

You had told Taehyun to pass along the message that you were more than happy to help the egotistic Slytherin - he just had to prove to you that he was serious about it by meeting you at the library that Thursday after dinner. That was approximately ten days ago since Taehyun had brought up the tutoring for Choi Yeonjun to you. It didn’t bother you perse considering that you typically spent Thursday evenings studying in the grand library anyway. What did irritate you to no ends though was the attitude the Slytherin had when he showed up unannounced, slamming his bookbag onto the table.

It had garnered unwanted attention as the other students throughout the area all turned to stare at the two of you while Yeonjun absentmindedly continued fumbling about as he got himself situated onto the bench. A few potion vials with a mysterious blue liquid rolled out from his bag - which had landed on top of the book you were transcribing notes from - onto the tabletop.

You didn’t hide the glare that quickly took over your eyes as you continued waiting in silence for Yeonjun to finally stop moving about and realize how much disturbance he was causing. It took about another minute of his shuffling until he finally felt the burn from not just the students around but also you that he slowly turned to look at you before realizing you weren’t exactly happy.

A hint of shame washed over his face before he stopped shifting and put his hands together on the table, looking at you awkwardly.

“You’re y/n right? Taehyun’s tutor friend?” He cleared his throat quietly while side-eyeing the remaining students that were still watching him in silence. “Taehyun said that you could tutor me in Potions.”

You held back the urge to roll your eyes at him and instead turned your focus back down to the papers and book below you - setting your quill down before you robotically picked up his bag and set it to the side. Your eyes lingered on the few vials for a second out of curiosity, trying to pick out what potion they were and finding it odd that he’d have those considering they didn’t look anything like what you guys were currently studying for said subject.

“He said that over a week ago,” You firmly replied while continuing your notes. You wouldn’t have been so opposed about tutoring him despite it having been that long but to show up and basically interrupt you without the slightest ounce of consideration for your time? It was completely insulting considering he was probably expecting you to do this for free considering you were both friends of Taehyun.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Yeonjun spoke up, “Right… I got caught up with Quidditch practice again so I couldn’t make it here that Thursday.”

“If you don’t want to tutor me anymore though that’s alright.”

You can tell that’s an empty statement in the way Yeonjun remains seated to his spot, making no move to grab his bag or anything. He must have been much more desperate than he was letting on - which, you would think meant he would have sought you out sooner to help him rather than continue pushing it off. In a sense, you almost feld a little bad for him.

“What’s in those vials?” You ignore his statement and finally give in to your curiosity about the small things. Although you were upset, you weren’t petty enough to revoke your offer just because Yeonjun didn’t have better time management. Well, as long as he didn’t intentionally waste your time following this session you were willing to adjust your schedule to help your fellow classmate.

Another moment of silence takes over as Yeonjun remains quiet until you look directly at him. He sighs before lightly rolling his eyes and grabbing the few vials hurriedly. He makes a move to toss them into his bag but you stop him before he can, quill landing gently on his hand while you raise a brow at him.

In response, Yeonjun sighs before answering you quietly, “It’s Alihotsy Draught.”

“Why do you have Alihotsy Draught? And three vials at that?”

Yeonjun looks slightly flustered when you press with more questions but he’s quick to answer as ignores the quill still on his hand before hurriedly stuffing them back into his bag. “I made them to prank a friend for-”

At the mention that he made them, you’re immediately taken aback. Alihotsy Draught wasn’t a potion that was taught in the general courses that you were required to take. It wasn’t a hard potion to make but if you didn’t have a good grasp on the subject, chances were you were going to struggle with it. So… Yeonjun needing tutoring but being able to make potions like this outside of class? Things weren’t adding up.

“Wait. You made these?” You immediately ask in response before you slip a hand into his bag and retrieve one of the vials. You ignore the look of surprise on Yeonjun’s face at the invasion of privacy as you bring the vial up to your eyes for a closer inspection. Part of you is tempted to open it and take a whiff to see if he actually made it correctly - but on the chance that he did, even the fumes could lead to you having an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“If you can make potions like this perfectly fine, I don’t see why you need tutoring,” you follow up with as the temptation to open the vial sits on your fingertips. You begin scratching at the cork keeping the potion encased and look back up at Yeonjun who’s completely focused on your hand.

“I’m- I’m not horrible at making potions. I’m pretty good if I have to say so myself I just struggle with all the textbook material is all,” Yeonjun replies as his fingers reach towards yours before halting midair. He looks up at you with panic in his eyes for a mere second before his expression shifts and he immediately looks away. “When it comes to the written exams, I have a really hard time recalling details from the textbooks.”

He continues to avoid your eyes as you stare at him intensely before sighing out loud. You push the vial into his hands and turn your eyes back to the notes spread beneath you - missing the blush that spreads across his cheeks as he glances at you from the side before shoving the vial back into his bag. You gather you papers and organize them into a neat stack before shoving them into your book to mark the spot.

“I’ll tutor you, but you can’t skip out on me for ten days like this. I have extra projects and others who need my tutoring help as well. So if you’re serious about this, I need you to commit to meeting me weekly no matter how busy you are with quidditch practice. I know you’re not going to need Potions to help you advance with your Quidditch career but you passed the OWLs exam for it and still have to take NEWTs just like the rest of us.”

Yeonjun nods quietly along with everything you say before quickly agreeing, “Right, right. I won’t skip out and I’ll let you know if a time doesn’t work for me. Does that work?”

You take a good look at him and it seems like he’s actually sincere about being considerate of your time. It makes sense considering that he’s busy enough as is. Surely, neither of you wanted to waste time unnecessarily if there were better things you both could be doing instead of tutoring nonsense if Yeonjun didn’t want to fail the class.

“Alright.”

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months. You - admittedly - were quite surprised that Yeonjun actually followed through with meeting you in a timely fashion and keeping his word when it came to updating you on any of his schedule changes. Additionally, any rules that you added following your initial meeting, he surprisingly respected them as well. From not stuffing vials into his bag randomly (considering he couldn’t break his habit of slamming his bookbag on the tabletops to announce his arrival leading to one of his vials smashing open) to not asking you to meet him in sketchy parts of the castle for your study sessions (catching more than one couple doing things that should be done privately).

It was safe to say that the neutral misconception and slightly negative first impression of Yeonjun you had were easily washed away through the time you spent getting to know him through your tutoring sessions together. Unintentionally, you learned more about him as time went on like how he liked having his hair just a tad bit longer because he thought it made him look like a god but how his fringe would also annoy him at times leading to you keeping a hairclip on hand for him to use. Or the way he wasn’t a morning person at all and would somehow convince you to let him take naps on the weekends during your morning sessions promising you the best pumpkin pastries ever (which he always did) to make up for any lost time.

It had gotten to the point that some of your closer friends even started referring to Yeonjun as your friend after the amount of times they would see the two of you interact outside of class and tutoring sessions unprompted. Yeonjun wasn’t as abrasive towards you as he was with his male friends (especially that loud Gryffindor Beomgyu) but you didn’t think he was particularly kind to you either. The dynamic between you seemed to be quite neutral in your opinion.

You shared casual conversations walking from class, acknowledged each other in the great hall after meals talking about your session times, and sometimes ended up at gatherings in hogsmeade with each other because of the few friends you shared through Taehyun. Otherwise, it wasn’t as if you or Yeonjun went out of your ways to interact with each other intentionally.

Are you sure he doesn’t like you y/n?

Yeri’s voice echoes in your mind as you sit alone, reeling in the thoughts about how comfortable you seemed to have grown around Yeonjun as of late. Her question and your thoughts alone had planted an uncertain feeling in the pit of your stomach and you weren’t sure why it was making you feel so anxious. You were barely friends at the very most, borderlining acquaintances actually.

So why was the analyzation of how close you two had become throughout the months suddenly shaking you up so much? You had never considered much when it came to feelings regarding Yeonjun because - well - simply because you just never did. Yeonjun had always just been Yeonjun to you. Another student who needed help.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when said Slytherin suddenly pops into view calling your name questioningly.

“Are you alright? I was calling you from across the courtyard and you didn’t respond? Got your headphones in?” He asks as he raises a hand to push your hair to the side to inspect your ears. However, his expression only grows more in curiosity when he realizes you weren’t in fact listening to anything. “Something on your mind? You look completely out of it.”

It’s hard hearing your conscious when your heart is beating in your throat and your stomach is turning itself inside out. Because as Yeonjun is standing there in front of you with his mouth moving incessantly, you’re not processing anything he’s saying - utterly lost in that moment as you just stare at him in confusion. Because did it make sense if Yeonjun liked you? Yeri may not have been as academically proficient as you but she had a keen eye when it came to reading people.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You miss the concern in Yeonjun’s voice as he speaks to you again, only realizing that he’s still waiting for you to respond or react in any kind of way until the back of his hand is pressed to your forehead.

A small gasp escapes your lips when you finally process the physical contact and you immediately scramble, doing your best not to look like you’re having a mental breakdown. You gently push his hand away from your face as you try to grab your bag but Yeonjun is quick (curse his seeker reflexes) and gets a hold of your hand instead.

At this point, you’re sure that panic is clear as day on your face as you try not to look at Yeonjun directly, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. He’s looking off to the distance with a deep frown on his face.

“You don’t feel too hot or too cold,” Yeonjun mumbles to himself quietly. He seems lost in thought now, trying to pick apart your strange reaction - or better yet lack of reaction - and continues to hold onto your hand gently.

When you don’t think you can handle the pressure any longer, you rip your hand from his and push past him without giving him a second glance. In that split second, you both hate yourself for how irrationally you reacted and for the lame excuse you came up with to escape Yeonjun the situation.

“Sorry, I have a stomachache.”

Things return to normal after that interaction. Or so you think so. You’re not sure actually… and it’s starting to drive you insane because you feel like you’re starting to read into everything too much. Part of you wants to sew Yeri’s mouth shut because as much as you loved her, after she had asked you that you were struggling to look at your relationship with Yeonjun the same as before. You made a mental reminder not to mention anything about Yeonjun again around the nosy Gryffindor.

Your tutoring sessions with Yeonjun continued as is and he didn’t seem to be perturbed or even remember the way you had acted strangely. After calming your own thoughts down, you were able to put the idea to rest that Yeonjun might like you after seeing the way he interacted with another Slytherin sixth year. Jungeun if you remembered correctly, who was the vice president of the duelling club. She had seemed quite taken by Yeonjun and him in turn as well.

That one interaction alone had extinguished the idea that Yeonjun could possibly like you. It wasn’t disappointing perse, but you could tell the immediate difference in how you were around him. However… that didn’t change the way Yeonjun was around you and that was what was slowly driving you crazy.

You sigh as you shake your head to rid the unnecessary thoughts and continue on your trek towards the Quidditch pitch, pulling your coat in closer from the cool autumn air. Part of you regrets not having brought your scarf for more warmth. You had thought that being huddled with other students on the stands would keep you warm enough, but your inexperience in having never really attended any games was clearly showing through.

Today was a big game, Ravenclaw versus Slytherin. Although you weren’t quite into the sport as much as the school population and even some of your good friends, you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to show some support to your friends considering that both Taehyun and Yeonjun were the seekers for each respective team.

On top of that, after all the time that Yeonjun had committed to seeing through his tutoring lessons with you while maintaining his Quidditch, you had to admit that you were somewhat curious to see him play if he was seriously as good as everyone said (even Taehyun).

As all the students begin filing towards the staircases to the seating areas, you figure that it wouldn’t hurt to sneak towards the teams preparing for the upcoming match. No one pays you any mind considering they’re all lost in their own conversations about the winning teams and placing bets while you slip into one of the corridors towards the team waiting areas.

It takes you a bit of walking until you finally run into someone, hoping to ask if they can direct you towards the Ravenclaw team when you suddenly see Yeonjun pop out after them. You catch the surprise on his face before it turns into one of arrogance as he smirks and approaches you, telling the other to continue with whatever they were doing - leaving the two of you alone.

“Are you here to wish me good luck?” Yeonjun grins haughtily at you while he resecures the gear around his hands.

You hesitate at first on what to say but opt for telling him the truth, “Actually, I was looking for the Ravenclaw team. You know, seeing as I’m a Ravenclaw and all.” You pull at the Ravenclaw insignia embroidered into the front of your coat for emphasis.

Yeonjun is in high spirits though and simply laughs at your honesty.

“Yeah but I look pretty cool don’t I? Don’t you think that’s enough to root for me a little more than your house?” Yeonjun asks as he places his hands on his hips to display his uniform to you.

Silently, you give him a quick lookover but make no comments. Mainly because you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep it together considering that he did look good in his uniform. His fringe was much longer now than it had been before and part of you wondered how he was going to be able to see clearly with it hanging in his eyes. With the way he’s acting though, it seems as if it doesn’t bother him at all.

Yeonjun doesn’t exactly wait for your response though as he continues on a small tangent, mentioning his talents and why he’s bound to win this game. Part of you is glad that he’s so engrossed in his own excitement because it’s happening again. You can feel your stomach turning inside out as your heart starts beating in your throat instead of your chest. There’s something about Yeonjun that is more charming that you had ever thought or cared to realize. It seemed cliche, that it took seeing him in his Quidditch uniform for you to finally recognize all the things people always talked about him.

You don’t even notice the cold biting at you and your body scrunching into itself to preserve heat as you stare at Yeonjun in a daze until he suddenly leaves.

Was the game already starting? You hadn’t been listening to anything he had been saying at all - how embarrassing.

However, before you can even make a move to turn back towards the stands, Yeonjun is rushing out of the changing room with a green and black scarf in his hands. There’s a smile on his lips as he approaches you and hovers over you.

There’s a warmth in his eyes that you didn’t notice before when you finally look him in the eyes as he stares at you before he begins wrapping the scarf around your neck.

“Keep this warm for me won’t ya?” He smiles cheekily before pulling your coat over it gently. “And, how about I get that good luck instead? Seeing as the Ravenclaw changing room is all the way on the otherside of the pitch and the game’s about to start?”

The look he gives you this time is almost eager and with the way your heart is beating in your chest, you know that there’s no way you can say no.

“Good luck, Yeonjun.”

True to his word, Choi Yeonjun won the Quidditch match for his team that day. It had been a close one too with both Taehyun and Yeonjun constantly on each other’s tails tracking down the golden snitch. In the end, Yeonjun had managed to snatch the golden ball from under Taehyun making the Slytherin team victorious.

Since that day however, it seemed as if you had begun to see less and less of Yeonjun as he began receiving more attention and he had less and less time for schoolwork. Not long after that match, he had actually been granted an excuse for a week to meet with the coach for England’s national team to train alongside them so they could get a feel for his fit.

You almost forget why you’re thinking about Yeonjun to begin with until Yeri opens her mouth and starts talking to you that you remember why. Regardless of whether you initiated a conversation about him or not, she always seemed to have an idea for when things happened.

“So, did something happen between the two of you or something?” Yeri asked nosily as she dipped her spoon into her chocolate pudding before enjoying it with a smirk on her lips.

You roll your eyes at her before shaking your head as you eat your own pudding while watching the other students sitting near the two of you. You didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Worst come to worst, someone misinterpret Yeri’s words and it get spun out of context before eventually getting to Yeonjun. That was your worst nightmare in that moment considering the last time you had seen Yeonjun was when he had given you his scarf.

That interaction had played more times than you’d like in your mind since he had left for the short Quidditch excursion. It also kept you up late at night and had you questioning more than if Yeonjun might have feelings for you or not. Because now, well, now the biggest question was - did you have feelings for Choi Yeonjun?

You had had crushes in the past when you were younger, but there was something different about these feelings you were experiencing around Yeonjun. It wasn’t just a mere crush with the butterflies of seeing someone you thought was cute. For one, you actually knew Yeonjun and interacted with him. So, the question wasn’t entirely insane was it? That you might have actual feelings for Yeonjun?

“Nothing happened, for the millionth time,” you emphasize to Yeri as you scrape the rest of your pudding from the cup it sat in. “He just went on his Quidditch trip and that’s why I haven’t been meeting with him for his tutoring sessions.”

You ignore the look that Yeri gives you, knowing full well that it means she’s about to say something you won’t particularly like. Although in all honesty, you were beginning to wonder if you ever really liked anything Yeri had to say - when it came to you or Yeonjun. Why was it that she always had so much to say?

“Well, I mean why is it that I know that he’s already back before you do?”

The implying tone she had set aside, when you heard what she said you immediately perked up and much more willingly turned to face her.

“Yeonjun’s back?”

Yeri doesn’t do anything to minimize the loud guffaw she lets out before banging her hand against the table dramatically, “Don’t look so excited y/n! You’re crush might rub off on me!”

It’s only been a day since Yeonjun has returned based on what what Yeri has told you. There’s no lie that you’re kind of excited about seeing him again after a week. It’s funny how a week is both short and long. When compared to a month or a year, a week seems like a speck of dust. However, a week in comparison to how frequently you had gotten used to seeing Yeonjun for felt much much longer.

Your nerves were eating away at you and you were glad that you still had Yeonjun’s scarf as an excuse to search for him outside of tutoring session reasons. Although at this point, the two of you could be considered somewhat good friends right? So, the thought that you looking to see him again shouldn’t have been so weird. If… you didn’t have a crush on him that is.

But! You didn’t have a crush on him right? After all the official definition of crush was in regards to things or people who were unattainable. And realistically, considering your relationship with Yeonjun, it wasn’t as if he was unattainable.

Which… that put things into a different perspective then. Did that truly mean that you-

Your thoughts are cut off as you’re literally stopped in your track down the castle corridor by someone. You look up and find yourself blocked by someone dawning a vest with the hufflepuff crest. As your eyes continue traveling upwards, you find that the person who stopped you was none other than the Hufflepuff seeker, Choi San.

You didn’t know much about him aside from that however, recognizing him from the few times you saw Taehyun interacting with him off the Quidditch pitch.

“Um, hi. Can I help you with something?” You ask seeing as he doesn’t speak up first. The nerves you felt from just seconds ago quickly dissipate and your hold on the scarf shifts as you bring it closer to yourself and hold it against your torso.

The Hufflepuff smiles at you kindly before looking around the hall nervously. He clicks his tongue twice before looking back at you with a bright smile, “Actually, I wanted to ask you something. I know this might be abrupt but I-”

Before he can continue, however, a loud ‘Oi!’ reverberates throughout the hall before you hear loud footsteps coming towards you from behind. When you turn to see who it is, your lips subconsciously pull into a smile once your eyes land on Yeonjun making a beeline for you and San. A greeting its on the edges of your lips, ready to spill but Yeonjun goes straight to addressing San when he reaches the two of you - standing in a way that almost seems as if he’s inserting himself between you and San.

“Um, Yeonjun?” You ask trying to grab his attention. Yeonjun simply takes a step closer to you, now partially blocking you from San as the two have a silent staredown.

“Nice to see that you made it back in one piece,” San’s bright expression from earlier is replaced with one that seems to be irritation as he scoffs lightly at Yeonjun. “Didn’t expect to see you back this soon.”

“Let’s cut the bullshit yeah? What do you want from y/n?” Yeonjun immediately spits back.

You’re surprised by the snap in his voice considering that you hadn’t actually witnessed Yeonjun acting like this towards anyone before. The closest you could recall were the few times he lost against Taehyun before you got to know him. There seemed to be some spite in his tone whenever he’d address Taehyun in the halls but never something seemingly as hateful as the tone he had against San in that moment.

It’s enough for you to know to stay out of whatever they have going on between them however and you choose to keep silent, simply watching from behind Yeonjun’s back. San doesn’t reply to Yeonjun but instead glances at you before exhaling loudly as he scratches the back of his head. It looks as if there’s more he wants to say but he keeps it to himself before taking a step to the side to address you. Only… Yeonjun takes an immediate step in the same direction making San roll his eyes.

“Sorry about that y/n. I guess I’ll catch you later when this kid isn’t around,” San says giving you a small wave before he turns around and walks away in the opposite direction.

You remain rooted to your spot as you watch San walk down the corridor until he finally turns and disappears entirely. Even then, Yeonjun seems to be lost in thought as he continues facing the direction San had left in. So, you make the first move and slowly walk around to face him.

“Yeonjun?”

It’s only then when you’re standing directly in front of him that Yeonjun finally seems to come back to reality.

“Y/n!” Yeonjun chirps and the hard expression that had painted his face just seconds ago is completely replaced with a bright and excited smile. “I’ve been looking for you!”

At the mention that Yeonjun has been searching for you, your heard does a jump. It’s hard to hide it as a smile makes its way onto your own lips and you beam up at him.

“Well, here I am! I was looking for you too actually,” you reply before holding up the scarf in your hands. You see a gleam shimmer in Yeonjun’s eyes as soon as they land on the scarf but it disappears as soon as it appeared.

He’s quick in pushing it back towards you as he bites his bottom lip softly.

“Did you keep it warm for me?”

You’re taken aback by his question and find yourself stuck on what to say, “I-I mean it’s been sitting in my room?”

“Then you didn’t keep it warm for me. I can’t take that back,” Yeonjun tuts at you before his eyes fall to your neck where your own blue and black scarf hangs loosely. Before you can react, he’s unraveling it from your neck and tucks it inbetween his arms with a huge smile. “I’ll use this one in the meantime.”

A startled smile plays on your lips and you’re unsure of what to say while the two of you share a quiet moment. It’s quick to end though as Yeonjun sighs before announcing that he was on his way to meet the Quidditch coach.

“I’ll catch you around y/n.”

“So.”

“So?”

Yeri rolls her eyes dramatically at you as she starts scribbling on her parchment again before groaning loudly and kicking Taehyun from across the table. He in turn hisses in pain before glaring at Yeri as she motions with her head towards you where Yeonjun’s green and black scarf is resting loosely around your neck. You watch as Taehyun shrugs his shoulders with a silent expression of ‘What do you want me to do?’ before Yeri groans in annoyance again.

“So are you and Yeonjun dating?” Taehyun finally chimes in with a small roll of his own eyes all while continuing to write on his parchment. “You know? Scarf?”

Internally, you want to knock both of them in the head for making it such an awkward conversation. Albeit, you weren’t sure if there was any way to have this conversation in a not awkward way. Taehyun always had a way of pressing your buttons intentionally while Yeri always made you want hide in embarrassment. So, the two of them combining efforts in trying to talk to you about this? Was definitely the worst.

“Um, we’re… not?”

“Like you’re not official or you’re not a thing?” Yeri whispers leaning in towards you eagerly. Her eyes are wide and you can read how long she’s actually been holding this in with the way her face looks, entire body ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

“Both?” You reply hesitantly. It wasn’t as if Yeonjun had ever said anything to insinuate that there was something going on between the two of you and neither had you. And sharing scarves… that was just sharing scarves right? It’s not like you could assume it was more if Yeonjun didn’t say it was and there was no way you were going to just assume that! Because what if it really wasn’t? You’d look like an absolute fool if you ever implied it was while trying to figure out only for Yeonjun to tell you it wasn’t.

“I cannot believe you y/n!” Yeri exclaims with an exasperated gasp before putting her head into both her hands. “Are you dense? I thought you were supposed to be smart!”

No lie, her little statement stings a bit and you’re about to shoot back a remark when you suddenly notice someone’s presence next to you along with Taehyun’s gaze lifting from you and Yeri. You turn to look at who it is and you’re surprised to see Choi San standing in front of you again. There’s that same smile on his lips from that day he had stopped you in the hall and he opens his mouth, ready to say something but when his eyes fall to the scarf on your neck he stops.

There’s a moment of silence before he gives you a much smaller smile accompanied by a small head tilt before he turns and leaves without saying anything.

As if on cue, just as San is out of earshot, you hear loud footsteps coming towards you before Yeonjun appears looking out of breath.

“Was that San?” Is the first thing Yeonjun says as he looks back at Taehyun.

Taehyun offers nothing but a small nod before looking back at you.

“What did he want?”

The three of you shrug your shoulders in unison before you say, “Not sure. He looked like he was about to say something but then changed his mind before leaving.”

You see a look of relief wash over Yeonjun before he sighs and places his hand on your shoulder.

“Anyway, meet me on the stone bridge after dinner tonight.”

And with that, he’s gone again before you can ask him anything else. A small habit you found you were starting to hate. It seemed as if the only time you were only ever getting to really spend with Yeonjun was the tutoring sessions and even then, those had become shorter and shorter with the adjustments in his schedule.

By the time that dinner rolls around, you barely manage to eat anything too frazzled by Yeonjun’s sudden request to meet him with no further context. Taehyun had tried to convince you to eat a little more in an attempt to get your mind off of your nerves but it hadn’t worked. Before dinner had officially ended, you had decided to leave early - too curious and on edge to wait for after dinner to leave.

It doesn’t take you long to get to the stone bridge seeing as all the halls are mostly empty. A few students linger around with friends, some alone with books, and others snacking on other things while the moon begins to rise now that the temperature has dropped.

When you finally get to the bridge, you find that Yeonjun is already there, standing between two pillars staring out towards the Configuration courtyard. The area is dimly lit by the rising moon but you don’t mind it at all. It feels cozy actually, despite the open space that surrounds the two as you approach Yeonjun.

“So, what did you want to see me about?” You ask as you join Yeonjun’s side. You rest your arms against the stone like he does and skim the landscape in front of the two of you.

“You know, San was going to ask you out?” Yeonjun suddenly reveals to you as he keeps his gaze straight, as if he’s avoiding you.

You stay quiet for a second before responding, “I didn’t know… actually.”

“Would you have said yes?”

His question surprises you and you find that you actually have to think about it. With everything that’s happened through the months and Yeri’s consistent words that had you questioning yourself every few weeks for the past month about Yeonjun… you realize that you had never really considered anyone else romantically despite never having even confirmed if Yeonjun did like you or not.

“I don’t know,” you answer truthfully as you lean forward and look down towards the water. “I mean, I don’t know much about him and never would have imagined him to have had any interest in me.”

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Yeonjun’s lips pull into a frown at your response. It’s an odd feeling, to know that you said something he wasn’t exactly fond of.

“Why do you ask?” You follow up with, hoping that maybe that’ll prompt an answer for any of the confusion you’ve been experiencing.

“Just wondering,” Yeonjun replies without addressing anything else.

It leaves you feeling slightly deflated considering that he had asked you to meet him so specifically. You were thinking - hoping - that meant he had something to say to you. Or to talk to you about aside from Potions and tutoring.

So you figure that you’ll have to push a little harder and decide to ask the question that had always been hanging in the back of your mind, “So, what about you and Jungeun?”

Yeonjun seems surprised by your question and for the first time since you arrived, actually looks over to you. You’re not quite sure how you look in that moment but you assume there’s a hint of worry somewhere there because he immediately takes a step towards you and reaches for your hands with his own.

“She’s just a friend, what do you mean?” He asks before lightly squeezing your two hands clasped together.

The warmth from his hands feels nice. You kind of wish that he would just hold both your hands in his entirely.

“I’m not sure. Just that you two seemed to have a thing you know? Since we were on the topic of San being interested in me.”

You can’t tell if Yeonjun wants to laugh or if it’s relief flooding his face as he lets out a big breath, “Y/n, she’s just a friend. I’ve known her before we started school here if it seems like we’re close. If I have to be honest I think she bats for the other team you know what I mean?”

You chuckle lightly at his joke and roll your eyes as you make a move to step away from the stone wall so you can face him properly. When you start shifting, however, Yeonjun hurriedly matches your movement and steps closer to you, pulling your hands into both of his. He doesn’t make a move to do or say anything else and the adrenaline that pumps throughout your body screams that you wish he would.

You’re surprised in fact, that it seems to be you leading the conversation despite Yeonjun asking you to meet him. That up to this point, you’re still the one who’s guiding by asking all the questions because it seems like he has something to say… he just doesn’t seem to know how or when to say it.

“So, am I just a friend too?” You ask quietly, now finding yourself avoiding his eyes as you stare at ground - at anywhere really except for his face.

Your eyes widen when Yeonjun suddenly pulls you closer to him by the hands and you’re forced to look up at him in shock. You’re expecting an arrogant look on his face after doing something like this but he looks at you more seriously than he’s ever have and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“I mean, I was hoping you’d be more than a friend,” Yeonjun confesses as he begins gently rubbing the back of your hands. You assume to control the nerves with the way he’s avoiding your eyes now too but eagerly keeping hold of you. “I like you y/n.”

The smile that makes its way onto your lips is inevitable as you finally hear the words you always wanted to confirm. By now, you had known - there was no question - that you also liked Yeonjun. So to know that your feelings were being reciprocated before you had voiced them to Yeonjun had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

After hearing that, you can’t help but lean in and surprise Yeonjun by placing a kiss on his lips. He seems to freeze for a moment before he mind and body catch up and lets go of your hands, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you in for an embrace and deepens the kiss.

You bring one hand to caress his cheek and can’t help the smile that breaks out on your lips before you pull back and look at him properly.

“Say that again. I want to her you say that again but while you look at me.”

At your request, Yeonjun breaks out into a smile as well, biting his bottom lip while a light blush spreads across his cheeks. He sighes as if defeated before turning to look at you and saying, “I like you y/n. I really like you.”

“Well Yeonjun, I really like you too.”

#yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun scenario #yeonjun #txt scenarios #txt #harrypotter!au #slytherin!yeonjun #ravenclaw!taehyun #i havent been in the writing scene for so long i honestly dont know if i can even write romance right anymore ;;

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