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astonmartinii · 7 months

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bite the hand | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem musician!reader [face claim: clairo + clairo, boygenius and taylor swift music]

having fans are great, but sometimes it goes to far and you have to bite the hands that feed you

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, maxverstappen1 and 913,551 others

tagged: beabadoobee

yourusername: howdy ladies, gentlemen and all that's in between, it's single release day. i had so much fun on this track with bea and getting to pour all of my love for maxy onto such a cute melody... hope you all enjoy my loves x

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user1: YES THANK YOU MOM THIS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED TODAY

landonorris: how many letters in devoured?

yourusername: ATE 💅

landonorris: ate and left NO crumbs

maxverstappen1: why oh why did i ever introduce you two

yourusername: because you love us both?

maxverstappen1: i sure love you, jury is out on lando

landonorris: boooooooooo

user2: ugh if y/n had to date an f1 driver why couldn't she go for one of the hot ones like lando or charles?

user3: for real like bro he just drags her down

user4: you can't be serious? he's a professional athlete at the top of his sport and by what they show us a massive softy who loves y/n? why would we want anything else for her?

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user5: y/n will NOT stand for any max bashing idk why you guys try it every time

maxverstappen1: so unbelievably talented and the artist of her generation

yourusername: maybe it's because i have a top notch muse ?

maxverstappen1: NO NO IT'S ALL YOU YOU ARE THE ARTIST I AM JUST LUCKY TO BE IN YOUR VICINITY

yourusername: i am the lucky one baby

danielricciardo: leave your cute shit offline i already have to hear it all of the time let me be on instagram

yourusername: nope love my boyfriend too much

maxverstappen1: nope love my girlfriend too much

user6: they're so insufferable i love them

user7: this song bangs so much more when you pretend it's not about ... him

user8: bro is acting like max verstappen ran over his puppy

user7: sorry i don't want a GREAT artist and BEAUTIFUL woman being dragged down by THAT

user9: you are insane, you do not know y/n, you enjoy her music, that doesn't give you the right to have power over things in her personal life

user10: you people are why this fanbase has a bad name and before long y/n will get fed up too

maxverstappen1

liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 829,043 others

tagged: yourusername

maxverstappen1: the off weekend spent right

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user13: i need a man so obsessed with me that all he does is post my face

user14: crazy that all this guy does is wax lyrical about how much he loves her and she's like never at his races ... interesting

user15: and her weirdly entitled fanbase say he doesn't deserve her when she clearly doesn't support him as much as he supports her

yourusername: i love you and our soft little weekends, i wanna do it all the time :(

maxverstappen1: gosh our day jobs are really quite unconventional i guess we should just retire to a remote island to live on a small farm?

yourusername: you said it not me i just wanna be anywhere with you

maxverstappen1: i love you <3

user16: RETIRE TO A REMOTE ISLAND? SOMEONE TELL THIS RAT THAT IF HE IS THE REASON WE DON'T GET MUSIC WE WILL RIDE AT DAWN

user17: babe have you ever thought that maybe the reason he said that he wants to retire away from everyone because you people stick your noses in all the time

danielricciardo: @yourusername a soft weekend you say? how many hours did max spend on the sim?

yourusername: a solid ten but he even let me have a go

danielricciardo: oh wow that man really is in love

maxverstappen1: i think she'd rival a couple of you with some practice, i'm working on getting her to join redline

user18: ugh this is so annoying... preaching like you like spending time with your girlfriend and then spend it all playing a video game and letting her have one go?

user19: the sim is something f1 drivers use to train? if anything max probably shouldn't have let y/n have a go she could've accidentally changed the set up or other things

user20: i'm seeing charles and lewis training this off weekend and he just lies in bed with this girl? he really needs to ditch her to stay at the top

user21: literally two comments up is them talking about him training on the sim the jealousy is insane from both fans at this point

maxverstappen1

liked by landonorris, yourusername and 893,442 others

tagged: yourusername

maxverstappen1: happy to take home another win in mexico, i love this track and am forever thankful to this team and my loved ones.

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user25: holy shit idk what f1 can do but the paddock looked insane today there's no way that is safe for the drivers and personnel.

user26: there's so many videos of people rushing max and although some of them look like max fans who are just excited but there were a lot of very rude rival fans trying to get too close for comfort

yourusername: forever proud of you !! you're like jimmy and sassy with zoomies on crack <3

maxverstappen1: that is the highest of the high compliment thank you my love

yourusername: champagne is on me girlypops no expense spared for the love of my life

redbullracing: do we all qualify as girlypops ???

yourusername: of course !! don't think i didn't notice the supply of vegan pizza rolls you truly are the lactose intolerant allies of the grid

user27: can she stop spending all her hard earned money on this scrub that just uses her

user28: bro makes millions in a year he doesn't NEED her but that doesn't mean he can't want her? you guys are crazy

user29: some of these fans need to do some serious evaluation, drivers are not zoo animals, they are people and deserve respect and that includes respect to their personal space.

user30: for real like why was brad basically having to act as a body guard for max and y/n

user31: this was such a dangerous event for max and y/n. they're both very famous individuals and should be able to move around the paddock without being in danger.

user32: max joked about getting a body guard for this weekend but i think he should seriously consider it especially is y/n is coming to more races while she's not touring

danielricciardo: it has been brought to my attention that y/n has stated that she will spare no expense, i am making a formal enquiry into whether this will cover my bar tab?

yourusername: i will within reason but only because your bffs with maxy and will drink the fruity lil cocktails with me

danielricciardo: REAL men drink cocktails

maxverstappen1: do NOT disrespect the humble gin and tonic on my post

user33: i'm glad they're in high spirits after the shenanigans in the paddock today and the booing towards max :(

yourusername

liked by taylorswift, maxverstappen1 and 1,442,776 others

tagged: maxverstappen1

yourusername: there is no full way to articulate my feelings right now. my fans have to respect my personal relationships and my boundaries. i appreciate your support but you have to understand that i am not your personal friend and you do not have the right to my personal life. i also understand that in sport, there are a lot of heightened emotions, but drivers do not owe you their safety. this is something i have felt for a long time since max and i became a public couple and the onslaught of hate came for him. you may say that it comes from a good place, or for my best interests, but the manner in which some 'fans' have expressed their 'worries' is unacceptable. i do not want to bite the hand that feeds me, but there's only so many slaps me and my loved ones can take from the hand.

bite the hand is out on all streaming platforms. please listen closely a re-evaluate your relationships with your favourite artists, thank you.

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maxverstappen1

liked by danielricciardo, yourusername and 1,220,664 others

tagged: yourusername

maxverstappen1: i love you and i will never let other people tell me when i'm not enough get in my head again. we both appreciate our support and acknowledge that we would be nowhere without it. but our relationships are ours, please respect this.

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yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 1,344,229 others

tagged: maxverstappen1

yourusername: okay sad songs are important but it's now time for me to sing my wee little heart out about how much i love you and how i know we were always made for each other.

i love you maxy, invisible string is all about my muse. out now.

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user41: IT BANGS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

user42: ffs i guess we're stuck with this man for life now ...

user43: LISTEN TO BITE THE HAND AND BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND HEAR THE PINBALLS OF YOUR BRAIN GOING CRAZU

user44: speak your truth sis

maxverstappen1: ISN'T IT JUST SO PRETTY TO THINK THAT ALL ALONG THERE WAS SOME INVISIBLE STRING TYING YOU TO ME

maxverstappen1: so true, you make me believe in soulmates YOU ARE MY SOULMATE I LOVE YOU

yourusername: i love you to the moon and to saturn for real

yourusername: and that thread of gold is made from all of your trophies LET'S GO RAHHHHHHHH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

maxverstappen1: the gold of that grammy @thegrammys yall heard bags?

user45: the way they're each others wags and completely embrace it

user46: i love that they're still their goofy asses they don't give a shit abou t yall

user47: y/n dropped a heart wrenching track and immediately went ... but hey i'm SUPER happy and that's all you're going to hear

landonorris: so like can y/n remix the dutch anthem so we can actually bop every weekend

yourusername: i kinda wanna marry the king of the netherlands so maybe not

landonorris: you broke up ?????

yourusername: no you dumbass max is the king of the netherlands

maxverstappen1: not factually but i do have a medal from the royal family so same thing

landonorris: why do you guys have to clown on me every time

yourusername: you're like our baby brother it's our duty

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry

user48: you could never make me hate them they're made for each other

user49: finally bite the hand shamed the crazy bitches into finally shutting the fuck up

note: i love bite the hand i actually fear it might be my fave boygenius song and i recommend it to everyone. i actually did my university dissertation on parasocial relationships with athletes so like i feel like a good couple of sports fans could do with a listen to bite the hand. hope yall enjoyed and had a good weekend !! (chelsea gave me a heart attack but what's new, even though i was too sick to go to the game:()

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 #f1 x you #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

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weast-of-eden · 2 months

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it seems like some people actually liked my last fic rec, so here's another one, guys! this time i tried finding some fics that were a little different, like AUs, different POVs, rarepairs, WIPs, etc. again, these are pretty all set in canonverse (ACD or Granada) or victorian era unless specified otherwise. so without further ado, here is:

Eden’s ACD/Granada Unique Fic Recommendations

And With Him Disaster by eggshellseas (@/maxwelljacobfriedman on tumblr) 14k | Rated E Summary: John Watson is being stalked by a vampire. Notes: not-your-mother's vampire au, that's for sure. definitely read the tags before getting into this but man, this fic is so, so good. features not only vampire!holmes but also dark!holmes and it's a ride from beginning to end. ugh i want to talk more about this fic but i can't spoil anything!!

Into darkness then without a candle by Solshine (@/thehumantrampoline on tumblr) 10k | Rated T Summary: At first, Moriarty is just a disguise, like all the rest in his wardrobe; a helpful alias to bring Holmes closer to the evils he duels. And then the disguise wins at the Reichenbach Falls. AU inspired by the stage play, “The Secret of Sherlock Holmes." Notes: i can't even get into this. I CAN'T EVEN GET INTO THISSSS. there are no words. if there were, the word would be: UGH. this is such a unique fic and watson really pulls through in this. I CAN'T EVEN GET INTO THIS RIGHT NOW.

Back to Edinburgh by mightymads 4k | Rated T Summary: The Jezail bullet in Watson’s leg causes him so much pain that he is on the verge of despair. London doctors deem it impossible to extract the bullet without inevitable nerve damage. Holmes finds a surgeon in Edinburgh, who agrees to help. It is none other than Professor Joseph Bell. Notes: Dr. Bell says 'gay rights'! also Scottish Watson for the win! this is such a beautiful story, Watson really gets to take the center stage while Holmes gets to worry for his well-being. oh how the tables have turned. plus lots of ACD's personal life mixed with Watson's own, which I think makes this such a unique fic. it's just really nice to read. *chef's kiss*

The Red Notebook by Garonne 10k | Rated T Summary: Holmes is dead, or seems to be. Watson starts to write, and Mycroft starts to read. Holmes/Watson slash set during the Hiatus. Mycroft's POV. Notes: i LOVE Mycroft POVs, and this is one of my favorites. also i love fics that depict watson's stories as completely false, like Moriarty is not real and 'The Final Problem' was just john's way of coping. STELLAR FIC.

Some Power of Selection by wordybirdy 12k | Rated E Summary: John Watson is a struggling doctor in recent practice on London's Upper Wimpole Street. One dreary Wednesday, an urgent telegram summons him to 221B Baker Street, where he meets a sombre and initially taciturn gentleman by the name of Sherlock Holmes. Sparks immediately fly – but not of the positive, life-affirming variety... Notes: enemies to lovers AU for the win! Stamford is such a knob in this one, truly. but that's okay, our heroes figure themselves out anyways. great banter in this one, if you like rom-coms then this is the fic for you!

One Page Is Missing by PlaidAdder 2k | Rated T Summary: "From this point onward I will follow the course of events by transcribing my own letters to Mr. Sherlock Holmes which lie before me on the table. One page is missing, but otherwise they are exactly as written and show my feelings and suspicions of the moment more accurately than my memory, clear as it is upon these tragic events, can possibly do." --The Hound of the Baskervilles, Chapter 8 **** This is the missing page. Notes: ok first of all you should read all of PlaidAdder’s Missing Pages series, it’s so beautifully written. this is the first of the series and the premise is so interesting and mysterious! this fic is for any fans of HOUN (me) or enjoyers of jealous Holmes (also me)

On the Orbits of Asteroids by Sheila_Snow 22k | Rated E Summary: Watson has a secret from his past that he's kept from Holmes, but the past has a tendency to come back and haunt you. Notes: Watson/Moriarty fic. yes you read that correctly and YES it's crazy good. there's still holmes/watson but it's angsty and– i can't even get into it, you just gotta read for yourself. also feat. Moran who is currently questioning his sexuality (yeah watson will do that to you mate)

The Better Part of Valour by rachelindeed 7k | Rated T Summary: Mr Melas considers himself a coward, but more than one man's courage comes with complicated cracks. Notes: for any fans of 'The Greek Interpreter' (aka ME) this fic is the coolest ever. POV from Melas, who is smart, witty, and very observant. you get to meet Paul Kratides when he's not in the middle of being tortured, plus the ANGSTIEST background story about Watson's war injury. Oof. But I literally love this fic guys pwease read it

☆The Adventure of the Purloined Heart by ladyblahblah (@/hungrylikethewolfie on tumblr) 15k | Rated M Summary: A gruesome murder unveils secrets kept buried for years. Some feelings can only be hidden for so long. Notes: This fic checks every single box for me. HOLY SHIT. It's got murder, mystery, intrigue; it's got pining, secrets, and unrequited (?) love. I think the reason I'm so unwell about this fic is because it's a WIP that ends on a doozy of a cliffhanger. if god loves me he will let this fic be finished one day. IT'S SO GOOD GUYS PLEASE READ THIS FIC. in my ao3 history is says 'visited 12 times in the past month.' what is wrong with me

i hope someone out there enjoys these! also i was going to tag the authors whose tumblrs i knew, but then i chickened out, so... sue me i guess?

also if there’s any AUs, tropes, or somesuch fics you wish existed but can’t find, feel free to ask me!! maybe i’ve read something you’re looking for :)

#sorry if i got a little wonky at the end #but that last fic is literally my bible #ngl i kinda gave y'all the goods on this one these are all soooo good #sherlock holmes #acd holmes #granada holmes #granada johnlock #acd johnlock #fic rec #acd johnlock fic rec #granada johnlock fic rec #holmes/watson

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sanjisboyfie · 8 months

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one piece smau: dating vivi edition

— IM AWARE SOME OF THESE HAVE RLLY BAD BLUE EDITTED HAIR BUT I WANTED TO TRY IT OUT AND SEE HOW IT WAS 😭

— a little different because its still modern au but i wanted to go with teh idea that vivi was still royalty and reader is her rlly hot bf that the public likes, but tabloids hot bc they dont think hes good enough for her ... whatever that trope is im a sucker for so thats why i made it this way

— male reader B)

liked by king[name], igaram, ttchopper, and 530k others

queenvivi: visited drum island <3

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: popcrave is gonna love this onneee cuz u look so good here vivi !!

-> queenvivi: thank u nami, i miss u sm !

-> uso_pp: popcrave jus posted on twitter "queen vivi slays in recent photo, shocking the entire country"

king[name]: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND ???I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL

freeluffy: vivi when r u going to visit us :////

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king[name]: DO YOU NEED A PET? DO YOU NEED A DOG? I'LL BE A GOOD PET FOR U MY QUEEN

-> queenvivi: ??? babe i'm gonna change your password very soon

-> king[name]: WOOF WOOF WOOOOF

-> dni_nami: this why the media hates u [name]

liked by pell, queenvivi, and 70k others

king[name]: will go to as many boring royalty events if it means im by her side <3

tagged: queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM I CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO GET MARRIED

queenvivi: you're so handsome in all of these, im the luckiest woman in the world

roro.zoro: can't you get into a lot of trouble with literally every country for complaining abt this???

-> king[name]: proof?

-> roro.zoro: mf wtf do u mean proof??? THE PROOF IS RIGHT IN THIS POST

igaram: i'm going to murder this dumbass boy.

-> king[name]: oooh im telling on you to miss terracota

[liked queenvivi, dni_nami, and 100 others]

princesanji: i can't believe they make queen vivi cover her blue hair for these events, they are suffocating her natural beauty </333

liked by dni_nami, freeluffy, and 103k others

deuxmoi: do you guys remember when vivi and [name] started dating? the royal couple are everyone's favorite pair !! happy four years to the two of them, to many more in the future to the cutest couple in the worllddd!!! p.s. honestly thank god for [name] because we got to see vivi in his iconic leather jacket, hello?! she looks so good!!

tagged: king[name] and queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: atp if he doesnt propose to her i will

-> anotherrandom: if she doesnt marry him atp i will

uso_pp: its crazy we r literally friends with the queen of a whole country

-> freeluffy: no we are BEST friends with vivi, usopp :DDD

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ttchopper: i remember when they first met, vivi was a blushing mess the entire time

-> queenvivi: please do not remind me. its so embarassing chopper.

-> king[name]: my own girlfriend is embarassed of me </3

princesanji: it should have been ME

-> king[name]: you're a fraud dni w me thanks xoxo

liked by robinkills, king[name], and 450k others

queenvivi: what lana said that one time

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: i pyo to that song where is my credit

king[name]: stop i am NOT a serial killer the tabloids r gonna have a field day w this reference pls

-> uso_pp: if hes a serial killer then whats the worst that could happen to a girl thats already hurt. im alreayd huurutttt

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igaram: QUEEN VIVI BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

-> pell: i'm going to confiscate your phone, she is fine. please relax igaram.

liked by queenvivi, princesanji, and 200k others

king[name]: alexa play seven by jungkook EXPLICITY VERSION. EXPLICIT VERSION. EXPLICITY VERSION.

tagged: queenvivi

robinkills: it's like [name] wants to get banned from seeing vivi again

-> king[name]: the entire country trying to keep me out will not stop me from seeing my beautiful girlfriend

dni_nami: seriously??? of all songs???

-> king[name]: its the way that you can ride its the way that you can ride

-> dni_nami: PLEASE SHUT TH EFUCK UP

-> queenvivi: babe please stop i can't keep explaining these references to my father he might kill you

-> king[name]: LEAVE YOU WITH THAT AFTERGLOOOWWWW

roro.zoro: 3d a better song but alright

-> uso_pp: the way you couldn't be more wrong???

king[name]'s story

i would lay down my life to protect this woman form any harm to come her way, some of you simply will NEVER understand

queenvivi replied to your story: i love you so much, let's stay in tmrw to relax

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece smau #one piece modern au #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #x male reader #male reader #vivi x male reader #vivi x reader #one piece vivi #male reader imagine #vivi imagines

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juiceinpanties · 2 years

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10 Things You Hate About Eddie Munson, pt 4

Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader

Rating(s): Chapter: E; Fic: E

Tags: eventual smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, subbie!Eddie, masturbation (m and f), fake dating, van sex, secret relationship, antagonistic relationship to friendship to lovers, casual sex, not-so-casual sex, phone sex, drunk reader

Summary: Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, is absolutely dying to date Steve Harrington, but her parents have the weirdest rule: Nancy can't date until her friends (e.g., you) do. Nancy begs you to date someone, anyone, and eventually you agree. Meanwhile Steve offers to pay Eddie "the freak" Munson to ask you out. What could possibly go wrong??

Notes: This is, quite obviously, a 10 Things I Hate About You au, with a slight twist. Throw in some fake dating, a 90s setting, and here we are. Thanks to @tonybourdain for dragging me in and continuing to enable me. She helped me entirely rewrite the pone scene because it WAS NOT WORKING as it was.

Please note the tags. Smut ahoy!!

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated and PLEASE reblog! Completely blank blogs that just like will be blocked because I'm gonna assume you're a bot. I've been here a long time.

In case you wanna read on Ao3 instead

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

You can’t stop thinking about Eddie.

It’s nearly 10pm. Homework is done, dinner is eaten, excuse is made to parents about why you left school after lunch. And you can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson and his wide cow eyes and his soft, yummy lips and his big, gentle hands.

It’s like freshman year all over again. At least this time you’re not scribbling his name in your notebook with little hearts everywhere.

You change into your usual sleep uniform of panties and a t shirt and fall back into bed. Maybe you can read for a while, get him off your mind so that you can sleep.

That lasts about 20 minutes. Ugh. This is exactly why you don’t date! You’re far too busy to worry about dumb boys! You toss your book aside and run downstairs for a snack.

You’re on your way back to your room, granola bar in one hand and glass of milk in the other, when you head your private line ringing. You mutter a curse and run to catch it.

“Hello!” you say, breathlessly.

“Hello, did I interrupt something?” It’s Eddie.

You roll your eyes. “Me, running away from you.”

“Haha. Geez you’re so mean.”

“Uh huh. Hang on.” You put the phone down and shut your bedroom door, then climb back into bed and grab the phone again. “Okay, hi. What’s up?”

He grins and plops down on his bed. “I wanted to ask about tomorrow.”

“Hm?” You unwrap your granola bar, but then realize you can’t eat it while talking to him, so you set it aside and sip your milk instead.

“Tutoring? Did you forget?”

“Of course not. I’m just wondering what questions you have.”

He fiddles with the blanket. Maybe this was a mistake. He doesn’t actually have any questions about tomorrow; he just couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanted to hear your voice.

“Uhhh oh! What should I bring?”

You make a face. “Your chem book. Pens and paper. Your brain.”

“Cool, glad you mentioned the last one. Probably woulda forgot.”

You giggle just a little. “Blood flow issues again?”

“Ha,” he says on a breath. “Not right this second, but it’s definitely possible.” He pauses and drums his fingers against his thigh. “So, uh. How’s your evening been?”

“Fine,” you say. “My parents got a call from the school, but I think I calmed them down.”

“Oh shit that’s good. Can’t believe you ruined your perfect attendance record for me.”

“Uh huh, I’m turning into a juvenile delinquent. Cutting class to make out with Eddie Munson in the back of his van.”

"Hey, I just invited you for fries! You kissed me first."

"So I did," you say. "I guess I'm a sucker for pouty lips and big brown eyes."

"My lips are not pouty!"

"Mhmm, sure they are."

"Hmmph," he snorts. "If mine are yours are too. Big, soft, pretty lips. Big, bright eyes." He lets out a long breath. “I can’t stop thinking about you, pretty girl.”

You blush and shift in your seat. Pull the sheet up over your bare legs. His voice is a little low and rougher than usual and it makes you go warm all over. “I was—struggling with something similar,” you admit.

“Oh yeah?” He glances down as a bulge starts to grow in his boxers. Oh geez. Just your voice is doing this! He’s in trouble. He gives it the tiniest stroke with his fingertips.

"Eddie? What was that?" you say as he makes a soft, breathy noise.

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing." Shit. He's gotta be more careful.

"Hmm." Your bed creaks as you finish off your milk and set the glass aside.

"What was that?" he says with a grin.

"Nothing! I was putting my empty glass on the nightstand."

"Ohhh, I see. Just being a good girl, all tucked in to your bed with your little snack," he says, his voice going rough as he talks. The image is Too Much. He bites off a groan as he rubs his bulge again.

"You okay?" you say. You maybe sort of suspect what that noise was, but surely you're wrong.

"Yeah, yup. I'm good. You?"

You lick your lips. “I want—to kiss you again,” you say. "I mean, if you—would like that. You seemed to like it."

“I’d love that,” he murmurs. “I’d love to be kissing you right now.”

You muffle another giggle. “You could sneak in. You were so good at it last time.”

"That's true! Sneak up to your room, crawl in your bed with you, and...study for chem!"

You laugh and grab your favorite bear from the pile by your bed. Rub your cheek against its soft fur. "Study, huh? What a responsible young man!"

"That's me! Eddie Munson, responsible—young—man." His voice stutters a little as he grips his erection and squeezes.

"Eddie Munson, clearly up to something. What are you doing?"

"I'm—shit. You're suspicious, huh?"

"Mhmm." You run your hand over your chest, across your pebbled nipples. The cotton of your shirt rubs the sensitive skin and you let out a tiny breath.

"Havin' another drink?" he says with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up."

He laughs and pulls his shorts down enough to free his cock. He grips the shaft and runs his thumb over the swollen head. This time he openly lets out a rough breath. "I'll just be quiet," he mumbles. "Just listen to you talk."

"Uh huh," you say. You tug one of your nipples, and then shove your shirt up with an impatient little growl. "As you do what?"

"Nothing. Why, what're you doing?"

"Nothing." You bite your lip around a breath as you continue to play with your extra-sensitive nipples. "What are you working on in chem right now?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Mmmm." He rubs his thumb up and down against the vein on the underside of his cock. Presses against the spot where the head meets the shaft and circles. "Covalent bonds," he manages.

"Oh good." You give up and press a hand between your thighs. You can feel how wet you are through your cotton panties. "I'm fantastic at covalent bonds."

"Uh huh. I just bet you are." He grinds his palm against the tip of his cock and grips it again to stroke the entire length. "What else are you good at, princess?"

You shiver at his tone, the roughness of it. "Lots of things," you breathe.

"God I bet you are."

You give the tiniest moan and shove your panties aside. You run your fingers up and down your dripping slit, over your slick labia. Then you push your fingers into your mouth and suck the taste of yourself off of them.

"What's in your mouth, baby?" he murmurs. "Don't lie."

"My fingers," you whisper.

"Oh? They get all sticky? Something nice and sweet on them?"

"Uh huh!" You feel drunk, dizzy, and if you don't come soon you're going to lose your mind.

He licks his hand and grips his cock again. Gives it several rough tugs before settling in for a slow, easy stroke. "I'd love to taste something sticky and sweet," he says. "Something soft and pink."

He smirks at the sound of your little whimper. Fuckin A he wants you. "Bet you have somethin' like that," he murmurs. "Bet it's just for me."

"Uh huh. A nice yummy snack." You circle your fingers around your clit and bite hard on your lip. "You have anything for me?"

"Oh yeah," he breathes. He strokes faster. "God do I have somethin' for you."

"Good," you say as you wiggle your hips and thrust two fingers into your cunt. "I want it, Eddie. Want to—want—to help you with your—bonds."

"Yeah," he grunts. "Molecules and shit."

"Periodic table!" you gasp as you fuck yourself. You squeeze the phone between your shoulder and chin so you can use your other hand on your clit.

"Gonna study so hard," he says. He's bucking his hips, fucking up into his hand, squeezing his shaft and stroking over the head in desperation. "So fuckin' hard, princess."

"Good! That's so good, so good, Eddie! Love it when you study hard, love it when you're such a good student for me!" You can't hold back a whine as you circle your clit. You're close, so fucking close.

"Gonna ace that test just for you. Make a big fat A just for my pretty little tutor." He's gonna explode any second. "Gonna—fuck—you're so fuckin' good!"

"Eddie! Love that, so proud, so good!!" You come hard, nearly drop the phone, moaning and whimpering with shaking thighs and throbbing cunt.

"Fuck!" he gasps and can't hold back another second. He makes a mess, painting his tummy with hot, thick come and whimpering your name over and over.

You're both quiet except for your rough panting. You lick your fingers clean and clear your throat. He grabs a towel and dabs at his stomach.

"So," you finally say. "See you at school tomorrow?"

"Yep. You want a ride?"

"No, Nancy'll take me. But if I could get a ride to your place?"

"Sure, no prob. Then I'll run you home in time for dinner. After the tutoring."

"Such a nice boy. Goodnight, Eddie."

"Night, princess. Sweet dreams."

"You too," you say, then hang up. You fall back against your pillows with a soft groan. Okay well THAT was a thing. An incredibly hot, delicious, amazing thing. You get up to grab fresh panties and head to the bathroom. You think maybe now you'll be able to sleep like a baby.

You only see Eddie in passing until school's over the next day. You're standing outside talking to Nancy when he cruises up. He stubs out his cigarette and grins. "Hey, Nancy. Hey, you ready to go?" he says to you.

"Yep. Got your chem book?"

He pulls his book bag around and pats it. "Plus a notebook and THREE pens. I'm as prepared as a goddamn Boy Scout!"

You can't help but giggle. "Come on, Foz. Let's see how much covalent bond info we can shove into that brain of yours before the clock strikes 6:30." You wave at Nancy, who's grinning like the cat who ate the canary, and follow Eddie to his van.

He opens the door for you, as always, then hurries around to his side and jumps in. "I picked up some Diet Coke," he says. "I know that's your drink."

"Yeah, it is. Thanks."

"Sure. I also, uh. Cleaned up a little. Wayne and I aren't the neatest pair."

He seems nervous. You reach over and give his skinny thigh a little squeeze. "It's okay, Grove. I'm sure you did great. I'll be there to tutor you, not critique your interior decor."

"Right!" he says. He gives you a quick grin. "And I really do need to pass this test."

"You will," you say. You pat his leg and pull your hand back. "It's next week, right? We can study today and maybe sometime over the weekend. I know you've got Hellfire tomorrow."

"You know I wasn't bullshitting when I asked you to join. You can, if you want. We'd love another member."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Your mouth quirks. "Do I get a shirt?"

"I've got one at my place I can give you. It's clean and everything!"

"Oooo, you spoil me!" You grin at each other before his eyes flick back to the road. "Sure, I'll come check it out," you say. "I play a high elf healer. Rhiannon. After the Fleetwood Mac song."

You wait for some judgmental or snide comment, but he just nods. "Pretty good band," he finally says.

"Wow. How much did that cost you?"

He lets out a rusty breath. "A lot, babe. Not gonna lie. That one was hard. Though it coulda been worse."

You giggle and settle back in your seat. "I'm proud of you."

You chat casually the rest of the ride, almost like friends. Neither of you mentions last night. It's like it never happened. Part of you wonders if he regrets it, but you decide that no, he's just waiting for you to bring it up first. He doesn't want to pressure you since you made "no touching, no kissing, no bullshit" your very clear rule for this thing you two have going.

Last night definitely counts as "bullshit."

You get to his place and he grabs a can of root beer and a can of Diet Coke from the fridge before leading you back to his room. You take a moment to study his posters (it's only fair; he's seen yours) and notice the fact that there are clean sheets on his bed. Wow, he really did clean up.

"Have a seat," he says. "Sorry I don't have a desk or anything."

"It's okay," you say and drop down onto his bed. "I think I can handle it." You kick off your shoes and scoot back, dragging your backpack with you.

He hesitates a moment before climbing up next to you so that you're sitting side by side against the headboard. "Okay, um. Chapter 3," he says as he pulls out his textbook.

You grab your book and notebook and flip open to the relevant chemistry notes. "Okay, first you explain to me what covalent bonds are."

His forehead creases and he haltingly explains the concept. He actually has it down pretty well.

You get through bonds quickly and move on to other topics on the test, and before you know it two hours have passed.

"Shit," he says with a glance at his watch. He scrubs his face with both hands. "My brain hurts."

You pat his head, grinning. "Poor brain. Needs a break, I think."

"Uh huh. Want a snack? I can make some popcorn."

"Yeah, that'd be good. We can quit for the day, if you want. Put a movie on for our last few hours. There's a point of diminishing returns with all this."

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you. "You were readin' my mind, princess. Movies are stored under there," he says, pointing. "Pick one out while I go make the popcorn."

He hops up and you crawl off the bed to check out his movie collection. Slashers and porn. Porn and slashers. Hm. Nothing super surprising, except maybe The Never-Ending Story. But that's a classic.

Since it's only a few weeks away, you decide on Halloween and push the tape into the VCR. You pause it and put your books away before settling back on his bed.

He comes back with a huge bowl of popcorn and two fresh sodas. "Hey," he says. "What'd you pick?"

"Debbie Does Dallas," you say, straight-faced.

"What? That's not even—" He scowls as he catches on. "Very funny. Jerk."

"That's a lot of porn, Munson."

He shrugs and plops down beside you. "I'm a growing boy. I have needs."

"Uh huh. For tits and serial killers, apparently."

"Nothin' wrong with tits. And serial killers are built into the fabric of American society. Did you know there's something like 50 serial killers active in the US at any given time?"

You look at him, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"

"Yep. And, I mean, Hawkins is...well."

"Weird," you say.

"To put it mildly. Anyway, the horror movies are kind of an escape. They're so ridiculous." He hits play on the remote. "Take this one, for instance," he says, recognizing the opening credits. "How many different ways does Michael Myers die in just this one movie? But he always comes back."

You reach for some popcorn and munch on it thoughtfully. "The futility of fighting against the inevitable existential pull of 20th-century ennui?" you say.

"Yeah, that, and also you can't trust in institutions. The cops are rarely helpful in slasher movies. The government or anyone like that never is."

"Adults aren't usually at all. Kids and teenagers have to fight the monster."

"Exactly. Kids at summer camp, kids having nightmares, kids babysitting. At the end of the day you can only trust your friends to have your back, and even then they might get stabbed," he says. His expression is intense, his eyes big and bright, and you realize you could sit here and talk movies with him all afternoon.

You lean over, grab his shirt, and pull him in for a kiss. He sits back in surprise. "What was that for?"

"Nothing. Continue."

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. "I lost my train of thought."

"Oh," you say. You take the bowl of popcorn and set it aside. "Oops." You crawl into his lap and push him back against the headboard with one hand and grip his hair with the other. He stares up at you, astounded, and his big eyes flutter closed as you lean down to kiss him again.

"So," you murmur between kisses. "Do anything fun last night?"

His hands run up and down your back and he nips at your lips with his. "Chatted on the phone with this hot girl I know."

"Lucky girl." You pull his chin up and kiss him hungrily, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans and moves his to meet it. His hands go still as he hangs onto you and you slowly start to rock against him.

"Don't get hard," you breathe against his mouth.

He lets out a stuttering laugh. "I'm only human, babe. You doing—that—is gonna lead to a hard dick every time."

"Mmmm I should stop, then. We have a movie to watch."

He bites your lower lip. Tugs. "Whatever you want, princess. I am at your service."

Oh. You like that. "Hm," you say as you slide off his lap. "Maybe if you're a good boy I'll suck your cock during the movie."

He sits up. "I'll be good! I swear! So good! The best!"

You giggle and kiss his cheek. "Watch the movie, sweet boy. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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a camilo x reader song fic with taylor swift's "The Story Of Us" 🫶

"the story of us"

summary:

— Falling apart and breaking up, you and Camilo meet again at a party after a few years. The two of you were fighting to ignore each other, pretending to not care. So, is this how the story of you and Camilo ends?

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— kinda late but i hope you enjoy anon!

No matter how thick your clothing was, it never seemed to protect you from the shiver you felt during this weather. Today seemed colder than ever. You trudged to your kitchen to fix a warm drink before grabbing your phone and settling down. While scrolling down social media, a phone call interrupts you. With a raised brow, you answered the call.

"[Name]!!!"

"Hey, [Friend's Name]. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you're free tonight?"

Your friend on the other line asked, you hummed for a moment, thinking. Your schedule for later wasn't hectic, but you wonder why your friend wants to know.

"I think so, why?"

"Do you wanna tag along at this party?"

"It depends..."

"Come on! It's going to be fun! I'll guarantee it"

"Fine, but you owe me"

"Sure, sure, whatever. Catch you later byeeeee!"

You chuckled as your friend hangs up. It's silly how you can't say no to your friend. Parties may not be your strongest suit but it's not always that bad, it's not like you hate parties, most of them are great if the people there aren't problematic. You shrug to yourself, one little party wouldn't hurt, right?

You decided to finish all of your chores before preparing your outfit for tonight's party. Nothing too flashy or bland, just something you're comfortable with. Eventually, you texted your friend and as the evening arrives, they went to pick you up and take you to the party.

Upon arriving, you notice a large number of people present. Luckily, it wasn't too overwhelming as you went inside the place where the party was being held at. There were drinks, food, and music played by a band. It was like every typical party you've been to. You followed your friend around and talked for a while until the rest of your other friends showed up. You had fun with your friend group, convinced that this was going to be a good night.

All of a sudden, you whip your head around to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. You nearly dropped the drink in your hand when you realized whose eyes were that. You blinked several times, wishing it to be only your imagination. But to your dismay, it was real. Curly brown hair, sunkissed skin, and a laugh that used to bring butterflies to your stomach. There was no mistaking it.

"Holy shit...is that Camilo?"

One of your friends pointed out. Your throat goes dry at the sound of his name. Quickly, your mood changes, and you no longer wanted to stay here. You frowned at your friend.

"You didn't tell me that he's going to be here?!"

"We didn't know, [Name]!"

Your friends explained. You glared at them and at Camilo, who was across the room, laughing with a bunch of people. You groaned.

"I'm leaving"

"Oh come on! We know whatever happened between you two was nasty but you moved on, right? He shouldn't be having any effect on you, [Name]"

"Ugh, you don't know what it feels like to be in the same room with your ex"

You told them before walking away, your friends called for you but you ignored them. You stopped at the corner of the room, trying to calm yourself down but Camilo decides to stroll by and accidentally meet your eyes. He looked horrified that he recognized who you are, you freeze on your spot. How did it get this way?

"I don't feel like this is working at all, [Name]"

A younger version of Camilo told you. With furrowed brows, you walked over to him and grabbed his arms.

"What do you mean, Camilo?"

"Lo siento, but I think we should end this"

You gasped, and tears immediately began welling up in your eyes. After so many years of being together, all the laughing, crying, hugging, and kissing. Now, it's coming to an end. You can no longer see the sparks in his eyes when he first met you.

"No, you wouldn't do this!"

"I can't be like this with you anymore, [Name]"

"What? You're unhappy being with me?"

"No, I do feel happy when I'm with you but I'm afraid it won't last long and I don't want to see where that goes"

"When you got jealous while I was with other people, did I get angry?"

You bring it up and it causes Camilo to frown at you. He denies it but you point a finger at him, telling him all his flaws. It makes him mad as he does the same until it turns into a nasty fight, with him storming out of the door and you not realizing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know what, I'm glad we're finally ending this, Camilo!"

"The feeling's mutual, I finally don't get to deal with your shitty attitude"

"Same here asshole!"

"¡Adiós para siempre!"

He slams the door in front of you and it goes quiet. It takes a minute for you to fully break down on your knees, crying and hiccuping. You replay the fight over and over in your head, sending needles to prick your heart knowing the love of your life is no longer there to hold you in his arms. It was over, and it was the truth you had to carry with you through the rest of the years.

You gulped. You recalled the fight you had with him after many years of burying it at the back of your mind, you sniffed and broke eye contact with him. You find another place to stay away from him, you feel your pride swell in you as you decided to not acknowledge him at all.

Camilo was baffled to see you at the party, he too remembers the dispute you two shared before officially falling apart. A nasty feeling forms at the back of his throat as he walks away, ignoring you from the corner of his eye. The two of you fought a silent battle, to ignore each other, to act not to care.

As much as you looked coldly on the exterior, on the inside, it's killing you. You send a glare to Camilo, who's doing good at acting like you don't exist. You feel alone standing in a crowded room. Truthfully, you wanted to tell him how you missed him, but you didn't know how. You weren't mad anymore, just sad. You fidged at your clothes, secretly glancing at Camilo, hoping he'd look your way again but he doesn't.

It fucking sucked feeling this way, you felt so hopeless. When you thought you had to suffer longer, your eyes caught the band on stage, an idea lights up in your mind as you make your way to it. With a little courage, you managed to persuade the band to play a tune for you to sing along to. So, you walked on stage, hands shaking as you grabbed the microphone at the stand.

Drums kicked in followed by electric guitars, it was loud enough to catch everyone's attention at the party. They all gathered to listen closely to the lively music on stage. You inhaled.

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met, and the sparks flew instantly"

"People would say they're the lucky ones"

You began to sing. Your friends see you on the stage and cheered. As confidence filled you, it wavered when you noticed Camilo looking at you from the crowd.

"I used to know my place was a spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat"

"'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on"

Camilo was surprised to hear you singing, but he doesn't complain about it. Instead, he sticks around to listen to you more.

"Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall out"

"So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through"

You pushed yourself to sing louder, wishing you delivered the line right for your ex in the crowd to understand.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

The people around him danced along to you singing the chorus, having a great time. Camilo was conflicted if he should too but he's thinking about what you're singing about.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

"Next Chapter"

You find yourself loosening up and dancing along with the music, slightly distracting you from Camilo's intense gaze on you.

"How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy"

"And you're doing your best to avoid me"

He listens to you sing the second verse, his face was impassive but internally, he's affected by you and what you just said that's clearly about him.

"I'm starting to think, one day, I'll tell the story of us. How I was losing my mind when I saw you here"

"But you held your pride like you should've held me"

Your voice was filled with sincere emotion as your eyes landed on Camilo's, hurting and hoping at the same time.

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud"

The people were quick to dismiss what the song meant but it hits him in the face in so many ways. It hurt more than a slap, Camilo thought if this was your way of getting revenge on him for hurting you long ago.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

You confidently sing the chorus, smiling a little at the sight of the audience cheering and dancing along to the beat. But your eyes were fixated on your ex who was pursing his lips, you prayed he won't leave midway through the song.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

The guitar solo kicks in, it slowly reaches the bridge of the song and still, Camilo doesn't know what to say. He's distracted by the shimmer in your eyes, the tiny smile on your lips, and how he wanted to hold you again.

"This is looking like a contest. Of who can act like they care less"

"But I liked it better when you were on my side"

Your voice comes out softly, the melody was gentle as you try to convey what you truly feel through your singing. There was no stopping what you started.

"The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down"

"If you say you'd rather love than fight"

Camilo can feel himself bursting with emotion. He does want to choose to love than fight, he's tired of pretending he doesn't care when he does. Yet something is still holding him back.

"So many things that you wish I knew. But the story of us might be ending soon"

You feel your chest tighten for a moment, you didn't want tonight to end. You don't want to leave and never see Camilo again. You reach the chorus again.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

He feels you pour your heart out on the song, and he smiles. Camilo missed you but he's afraid that he'll ruin everything and hurt you again. He holds back his tears, feeling his emotions kill him.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now"

You hit a high note and you hear everybody cheer and clap for you. But you didn't focus on getting all the glory, you only focused on the boy with hazel eyes you're still in love with.

"And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, 'cause we're down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

It takes Camilo the entire song to realize he still loves you and that he wants you back. He doesn't want the story of you and him to end. But you bring your lips close to the mic.

"The end"

You said as the song ends. Shouting and clapping fill the room as you exit the stage. Your heart was beating fast as you caught your breath. It was amazing that you just did that. You wiped the sweat off your forehead when you hear footsteps approach backstage. Your heart leaps out of your chest when you see it was Camilo.

"[Name]..."

He says breathlessly and it merely brings you to your knees, how you missed hearing him say your name. Camilo takes the risk to come closer, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Your eyes couldn't believe it when you saw the same sparks in his eyes when you first saw him.

"Camilo..."

"[Name] I...I'm sorry. For being such a dick and leaving you that day. I'm sorry for also ignoring you here"

You were speechless at his sudden apology, and it tugs on your heartstrings. Swiftly, you pounce at him with an embrace. Camilo quickly reciprocates and holds unto you for dear life. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"I've missed you, Camilo"

"Me too, mi amor"

Your eyes go wet when he called you that, he hasn't called you that in years and hearing it again felt like coming back home. You pull away and Camilo grabs the sides of your face, softly.

"Can we start over again? Can this story not end yet?"

"Camilo, the story of us is...over"

He frowns, and disappointment spreads on his features until you smiled and went to rub your thumb on his cheek. Camilo looks at you, he couldn't be happier seeing the love in your eyes.

"But that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve a sequel"

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oohfluffy · 2 years

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Still You | DKS

Fluffy's note: Hi! This is my fourth series to be posted here in Tumblr. I know it's been a long long time since I went on hiatus due to my super busy college life in architecture school. Many might have left already or forgotten that this blog exists, but I'd still be happy to share this story with the ones who are still here. I'm currently writing this one, so expect slow updates from this turtle author :< hope you guys are all safe and well!

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

stillness. and then, you came.

This book cover is edited by yours truly again. 😘

Still

It was a very rainy day.

You couldn't help but to buy a cup of coffee at the cafe right across from your workplace after work. Your boss lashed out at you for a little mistake, everyone's in a bad mood, your blouse got caught on a random metal wire by your desk, and the photocopy machine decided to break as soon as you were clicking its start button.

Fuck, you thought like a mantra.

Of all the days in the week, why did you have to be so unlucky today? A monday, really?

"That would be ₩5,560, ma'am… Ma'am?"

"Oh," you cursed in your head as you took out whatever bill you had in your wallet. Your cheeks burned as you felt the stare the cashier was giving you. He must have been calling you thrice now. "Here, I'm sorry."

"No problem. I received ₩6,000."

You unconsciously scratched the back of your neck as you looked up.

Why didn't I look up earlier?

The cashier had his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his finger tips on the screen in front of him, quickly pulling out the drawer to place the bills he got. His dark hair looked so neat and thick that it made me want to touch and ruffle it. He wasn't smiling, but his cheeks are so plump and—

"Your change, ma'am."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you focused on his face. His rounded eyes were staring into yours with indifference, but why the hell did your heart pound so quickly? You snatched the change from his hand before taking your order away.

"Thanks." You mumbled shyly as you embarrassingly got out of the line.

Shit, he's cute. I think he's new here? You thought as you bit your lip, placing your cup on the table right by the glass wall facing the sidewalk. You could still see him from this area. You just noticed that most of the customers were old people and a minority were girls, probably from the nearby high school.

"I couldn't see his name tag. How stupid." You said to yourself as you took a sip from your cup. It was already past 5pm. "Ugh, I need to get home."

Who the hell forgot her umbrella then? Nam Eunjoo.

"I officially hate this day."

"Excuse me."

"Fuck." You exclaimed as you almost spilled your hot coffee. Your eyes were already blazing, ready to release all of the stored stresses and frustrations of this day. "Who the hell—"

"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Did it spill? I'll get a mop, first, and I'll refill your cup."

It was the cute cashier.

"N-No, no need. Uhm, it didn't get to my pants." You were surprised that he panicked, his warm and calming voice raising which still sounded like music to your ears. You quickly took a peek at his name tag.

Kyungsoo

"So, what did you need, Kyungsoo-ssi?" You were hesitating if you should look into his eyes, but that would mean your cheeks would be on fire.

"We're offering rentable umbrellas since it's been pouring for a while now." He raised an umbrella on his right hand, still with an unreadable expression. Can't he smile a bit? "Just go to the counter and write your name. It's going to be limited, so if you badly need one, you can take one." He looked at the spilled coffee on your table and frowned. "I'll refill that cup."

"It's really fine, I'll be going after a few minutes anyway." You smiled, trying to look as harmless as you can. "Thanks for the heads up, I'll surely rent one 'cause I badly need one, heh." You awkwardly chuckled as you glanced at his reaction.

He didn't look happy with the spilled coffee.

"I'll drink the rest of this one," You raised the cup as you nodded at him. "Thanks."

"Okay then." He slowly bowed before moving onto the next table.

He's cute, but he could at least look friendly?

"Am I that annoying today? No one even wants to smile at me. Sucks." You mumbled as you looked out by the glass window. The street lights start to light up, and the number of people walking increases as the sun sets, marking the end of the day. It was just the beginning of the week, but you feel like your exhaustion meter was at its peak already.

After 10 minutes, you made sure to drink all of the coffee inside that cup, thinking how that cashier guy stared at your spilling— that was his fault anyway. You stood up from your seat, and walked to the counter as he said earlier. You glanced at the side and he was not in sight.

He must be on break or out of his shift already.

"Excuse me, I'll be renting one please." You told the girl by the counter, who smiled instantly as she handed you the paper full of names with numbers. "I'll be writing only my name, right?"

"Yes, we'll be giving you an assigned number so we can easily take note of who rented the umbrellas." She said in a light manner, so much in contrast to that previous guy. You quickly wrote your name and paid a very reasonable amount. "Thank you. See you again tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

You took the umbrella which was lighter than yours and walked out of the cafe. It was still heavily raining, but people were still loud and laughing with the umbrellas over their heads. Some were even running around with their coats serving as a cover, but they were all smiling.

How lucky.

You quickly spread open the umbrella as you got out, preparing yourself to walk back across the street. The bus station was a few blocks away, but it's better than before where you had to take a taxi to the nearest station from your home. You just need to take this one route—

"Excuse me, ma'am!" You were suddenly pulled back by someone. Someone with a very familiar voice.

"Shit!" You cursed loudly as you felt the cold rainwater slightly wet your bag. You let out a deep sigh before looking back at the person who stopped you. "What the hell do you want now?"

His eyes were glimmering, reflecting the street lights so clearly you nearly got drawn into them. His hair was slightly ruffled, his apron smudged with a few colors, and his cheeks were red. You thought he wasn't around anymore.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I think I made you feel bad. Well, you're not the first one." He awkwardly touched his cheek. You instantly thought that he heard you mumble earlier. Oh god, just let the ground swallow me whole now. "I know this is not much, but here's a freebie as compensation." He handed you a small bag of cookies with a pink ribbon. "I hope you still come back. I'll work on my friendliness."

"Pft." You took the bag of cookies with a big grin, excited with the freebie. Not just the freebie though. "Well, I'm not holding any grudge, that's just very low. I like the coffee here, and I just work right across the street, so I'll surely be coming back. And yeah," You slightly waved the umbrella in your hand. "I need to return this one."

Kyungsoo widened his eyes as he realized that. He looked at your eyes briefly before looking at the street. You figured that he's embarrassed as well, making you chuckle as you realize you two might be more similar than you thought.

"Thank you for the cookies. I really appreciate the gesture, but you didn't have to. I would have appreciated your words all the same." You smiled.

"Yeah, I'd take note of that."

And then, he smiled.

It was so beautiful that your mind buffered for a second.

How lucky. You thought.

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this is just the prologue.

☘ Ch.1

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at the end of the chase

pairing: witch hunter!yeonjun x witch!reader

tags: fluff, enemies to lovers, supernatural au

word count: 1.9k

warnings: light swearing, mentions of death

— tasked to retrieve an intruder's soul, you find yourself stuck between a game of cat and mouse where you end up catching something entirely different

this takes place in the same setting as in the orb except on a different timeline !! ^^

“Nowhere to hide now, you monster!”

Backed against a wall in one of the dark alleys near your destination, you'd hoped for things to have gone smoother with tonight's escapade.

“Sorry, human, but I've got a soul out there with my name on it, and I'm not about to let that vermin get away from me this time.” You smirk, taking out a pouch of flour from your bag and throwing it against the hunter's face.

A cloud of white dust fills the air, and you use this opportunity to escape from her clutches, dashing out the alley and right back on the path to your oh-so-evasive prey.

You're about to summon your familiar when someone grabs you by the shoulders, stopping you in your tracks and lifting you up in the air, rendering you motionless. “What do you think you're doing?!” You attempt to squirm.

“I should be asking you that, witch.”

You fall silent at the sound of a familiar voice. It's definitely not the hunter from earlier. “Ugh, not you.”

“Yeah, like I want to breathe the same air as you right now.” The hunter scoffs, placing you back on the ground and turning you around.

“You can let go of me now, you know. Or perhaps, has the great Yeonjun finally been disarmed by my irresistible charms?” You tease, batting your eyes and trying your best to flip your hair back only for it to get stuck halfway on your hat.

The hunter, Yeonjun, shudders at the thought. “Please don't make me kill you twice tonight.”

“Like you'll ever get the chance.”

“Watch your mouth, witch, or I might just make your next words be your last.”

“That's cute.” You say, winking. And in a split second, you vanish from his grasp and pop up at a random rooftop a few meters away. You stumble a bit after using too much energy on teleporting but can't help but giggle after seeing Yeonjun looking around for you from afar.

He's been trying to capture you for months. When will he ever learn that he'll never catch you?

It's been a week and your elusive little target, Beomgyu, has managed to slip past your radar every single time. And frankly, you're getting tired of chasing him around.

The coven gave you until the next full moon to collect his soul as payment for his crimes. Stealing one of the sacred grimoires was considered a major offense, and for doing so, one must be punished by having their soul taken and incinerated. You don't even know the guy but you're starting to feel sorry. Alas, work is work.

“Just where could that bastard be hiding?” You mutter to yourself, watching the entire village from above the clocktower.

“If you'd look in the mirror once, you'd find out.”

“HOLY HECK—” You're startled by the sudden appearance of a certain hunter, and lose your balance.

You were about to fall down the roof when Yeonjun grabs your waist in time, pulling you to safety with a huge sigh of relief.

Heart beating rapidly, it takes you a full moment to realize that he still had his arms around you. “Oh, gross.” You shove his hands away, choosing to safely hold on to the rails instead. “You could've killed me!”

Yeonjun shrugs, mind blank after the incident. “Isn't that the point?”

“Really?” You huff. “Then why bother catching me then? You could've just let me fall and all your problems would've poof! Magically gone away.”

“I..“ Yeonjun pauses, heat rushing in his cheeks as he looks away. “I'd preferred it if I subdued you with my own hands.. intentionally.”

Although it did make sense, you found yourself growing annoyed at his ridiculous response. “Well, you're wasting my time. So if you don't have anything important to say then I'm off.”

“What?” Yeonjun gives you a bewildered look, as if he hadn't expected you to disappear as usual. “Hey, wait a minute! I haven't even—”

“See ya later, hot stuff!”

And with a quick tap on his shoulder, you were gone from his sight. Again.

“Hot stuff?” Yeonjun repeats the phrase quietly, thinking it sounded better when you said it. “What am I saying?”

He slumps back on the tower, hand going through his hair as he stared up at the darkening sky. “I'll get you someday, witch.”

“I got you now, you little snake!” You exclaim, adrenaline pumping as you chase Beomgyu into the forest.

“C-Can't we settle this in a civilized manner?” Beomgyu attempts to negotiate, leaping from one tree to another in hopes to shake you off.

“Not happening! Unless you find a way to return the sacred grimoire you stole, you piece of—!” One quick pause and you're drawing a glyph in the air, sending a beam of fire towards Beomgyu. “Crap!”

Beomgyu manages to dodge your attack by jumping down from the trees. Surprisingly enough, your flames had no effect on the surrounding nature.

“There's no way I'm returning that thing. She needs it.” He says between pants, wiping away the sweat gathering on his forehead with his sleeve.

“What are you talking about?” You tilt your head at his statement.

Beomgyu grits his teeth, blade drawn, and lunging at you in full speed. “You wouldn't understand! You're just like them!”

His sudden offense catches you off guard, and you instinctively brace for impact, closing your eyes and crouching down helplessly as you wait for the attack. Except it never came.

“Huh?” You rise up, eyes searching around for Beomgyu until you spot him with his sleeve pinned on a tree by an arrow. Perhaps luck was on your side today.

“Looks like you're coming with me, human.” You say victoriously, tone laced with a hint of arrogance and gloating. “Now be a good boy and—”

You're left stunned as Beomgyu vanishes in thin air the moment you moved to grab him. “H-How? What?” You run towards the spot he stood, looking around for any traces of him left. “How is this possible?!”

Beomgyu's words from earlier ring in your mind as you looked for him.

“There's no way I'm returning that thing. She needs it!”

Could it be?

“He's working with another witch?” And with that realization, his face comes to mind.

Your eyes drift towards the arrow from earlier. To test your hypothesis, you reach your hand out to the arrow. And not even a few inches away, it lights on fire, burning itself down until there's nothing left but ashes.

Called it. You grin to yourself as you realize that the arrow had been enchanted. There were only a select few individuals that use this type of weaponry, and one just happened to be hellbent on capturing you for a series of crimes you did not commit.

He probably heard it himself if he was close enough to shoot an arrow at your prey. And with Beomgyu's disappearance, you can't help but wonder of this is what Yeonjun felt whenever you pulled the same vanishing act on him.

Guess you'll never know.

“Burn the witch for her sins!”

“Avenge our families!”

You were absolutely done for.

The hunters had managed to capture you by forming an alliance with the villagers. In normal circumstances, you would be able to escape on your own, but they've managed to put an enchantment on your holding cell and binds, trapping you inside with no way out.

They'd brought you down into the basement of the town hall to await your execution.

It's funny. You somehow find yourself thinking of him even in these dire circumstances. Despite having chased you around all this time, he was nowhere to be seen during your capture. Had he given up? Was he too busy to give a damn anymore?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps approaching your cell.

Perhaps this was for the best. The full moon was set to rise tonight, and you still haven't gotten your hands on Beomgyu's soul. Punishments are worse for witches who fail to do as the coven commands. They were completely erased from existence. Not only were their souls incinerated like what was to come to Beomgyu, but the elders would make sure not a single trace of them would be left, even in the memories of those who they held dear.

You figure this was the best way out. At least a version of you would still exist out there in someone's memories. With you gone, the elders themselves might take this matter into their own hands. Beomgyu will have to face retribution eventually, unless he somehow avoids his fate by getting trapped in another dimension of space.

You sigh. “This sucks.” You weren't even the one responsible for all those mysterious deaths. The only individual who could toy with human life like that would be the holder of the grimoire Beomgyu had stolen. That fucking witch. “I don't deserve to be here.”

“For once, we agree on something.”

Your heart skips a beat as you look up, finding yourself face to face with the person you wanted to see the most. “Yeonjun.”

The latter flashes you a warm smile, something foreign yet so familiar. You can't help but tear up at the sight of it, just like how you can't help but feel all those unnecessary emotions whenever the two of you were together.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, turning away. The last thing you wanted him to see was the sight lf you crying.

“I thought I was being obvious enough. Are you really this slow?” You're left staring up at him in awe and confusion. “I'm here to capture you.”

You blink. “What?”

Yeonjun groans, taking five steps back, and charging at your cell. The gate breaks apart upon impact, and he rushes in to undo your shackles.

The cell and binds were witch proof. The moment you tried to use any magic, the cell's enchantment would pierce through your heart like an arrow, and you surely weren't fond of that feeling. The only way to escape was for a human outsider to break you out, but the hunters didn't take into account the possibility of that actually happening.

“You still got some energy left in you?” Yeonjun asks after fully releasing your binds. You nod, and he sighs in relief. “Good. Sorry to put you in this situation but I need you to teleport us away from here fast.”

“Wait.. Us?” You were honestly still having a hard time piecing things together.

“I told you, didn't I? I'm capturing you. I'm holding full responsibility for your disappearance.” He grins. “We're going far far away until things settle down. Far enough that even the witches in your coven can't find us. Got any place in mind?”

“I think I do, actually.” You find yourself smiling deviously alongside the hunter. “But why are you doing this? Isn't this what you wanted?”

Yeonjun falls silent, and you're taken by surprise when his hand comes down to hold yours. “What I wanted was for the witch who's responsible for all those deaths to be brought to justice. And you're not her, Y/N.”

“Yeonjun, I—”

The moment was cut short when a few pair of footsteps could be heard echoing at the end of the hallway.

Both of you get up from the floor and step out of the cell. You pull Yeonjun close to you, holding onto him tight as you muster what's left of your energy into one important spell.

“Let's get going, hot stuff.”

#txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt fic #txt au #txt fluff #beomgyu imagines

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kpop-pick-me-up · 5 years

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| Taehyung x Ravenclaw! Reader (fluff) :00 can't | | Wait for the HMC au bby💜 |

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Taehyungxravenclaw! Reader pt. 1/?

A/N- You got it! Sorry it took so long I was adjusting to my new school schedule before I started writing again. And SAME! It's my motivation to keep improving, as I don't want to write/post a HMC au I wouldn't want to read. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to tag you or not,so just let me know for the next parts. Anyways, hope you enjoy sorry if it's absolute garbage :[ I'm going to go back and check it one more time tomorrow to look for any typos I missed, but until then please ignore them.

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The halls were buzzing with excitement all over the castle. You couldn't walk 15 feet without hearing the news about the rumored new students. From what your ears had gathered from students rushed conversations while walking to and from your lessons and the occasional accidental (read: deliberate) snooping, they were international students coming from somewhere in Asia. You were quite uninterested to say the least. (Or so you tried to tell yourself). If anything, you were confused and even a little irked at the news. As rumors tend to lack factual evidence, there's is no telling how many new students you'll be getting, how old they are, when exactly they'll be arriving and last but not least WHY they are coming to hogwarts on the cusp of the first exam season of the year. How inconvenient for the new students and the teachers, to be plopped into a class and then taking an exam on it days later, in a foreign language as you can only assume English isn't their first language. You became so invested in the news however, that you just HAD to solve it. You had to figure out all the answers. You saw it as a challenge: a riddle if you will. This always happens when new rumors surface. You try to convince yourself that you just don't care, that you remain unbothered at all times. But your Ravenclaw spirit sees this as a brain game. You just love the rush of sneaking around and discovering the truth before everyone else. You never share what you discover though, it's just a personal accomplishment that you record in your journal. Sometimes you've gotten into a couple sticky situations but nothing terrible or detention worthy. Just a "Miss L/N, why are you pretending to be a gargoyle above the gardens?" Or a "Can you please stop smelling people's closets, we assure you we will find whoever is taking our gillyweed on our own. " You were so close to solving the last one too. Your money is on one of the Weasley kids. You could've sworn that they left a trail of fallen wet Dill leaves that they used to replace the gillyweed that led all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Your steps are quick as you make the last turn to the doors of the great Hall for breakfast, and your quick pace is kept all the way until you're seated at the nearly empty Ravenclaw table. Usually the table is bustling with students shoving food down their throat, chatting up a storm to their friends whose heavy heads are playing a sleepy game of tag with the table or their cereal bowl. This morning, however, you decided to arrive to breakfast as early as possible, for the sole purpose of gathering more information on the new students -but don't get it wrong, you aren't interested in them: no. Your mission to gather information on them stems from the fact that you need to know what to prepare yourself for. More trouble makers? Dear God, you can barely handle the ones you have. Pompous students that strut down the hallways and expect those around them to worship the ground they walk on? Ugh we don't need anymore of those. Snobs? Bullies? Sweet innocent small children? Not likely. But there's so many possibilities. As a Ravenclaw, you prefer to stay on top of things and be prepared for whatever is thrown your way. Your grades are important to you and the last thing you need is trouble right before your exams- ESPECIALLY care for magical creatures .... It is the only class you struggle with and just can't seem to bring your grade up to the same score as all your other classes no matter how hard to try. Hagrid pities you, he really does but you can only lose your projects so many times before he has to subtract it from your grade.

"It's not MY fault the projects can run away on their own" you mutter to yourself before pouring a cup of pumpkin juice standing up to examine the other foods available. Your eyes scan the contents presented on the table over the rim of your goblet as you sip from it. After the second wizarding war in Hogwarts, they partnered with other wizarding schools to help send students all over the world to the school of their choice for different opportunities. As a result of all the different cultures and traditions, the kitchen started loading the table with more diverse food choices at every meal. Clicking your tongue at the delicious looking Ethiopian breakfast dish, you decide to go for something you've had before so you don't upset your stomach before your school day.

By the time you're putting the last bit of scrambled eggs on your plate a few more students have shuffled in for breakfast. You quickly sit and begin to eat keeping your ears open for any news of the supposed newcomers. Again, you really aren't that interested in them you swear.....

However minutes pass of you listening to a young Gryffindor complain about the girl she likes not noticing her, suddenly a conversation that carried over from the Hufflepuff table caught your attention.

"Seven?!" A voice exclaimed.

"keep your voice down!"

You turned your attention to two girls, one Hufflepuff and one Gryffindor. You recognized the first voice to be Kim Yong Sun, and the second as Moonbyul Yi; the both of them seventh year transfers from South Korea during their second year.

"Sorry. But how do you know? There hasn't been any confirmation of them arriving let alone how many there are. " Yongsun eyed Moonbyul skeptically and you can hear the click of her chopsticks being set down from where you're sitting you're listening so closely. You slightly nod in agreement to the conversation you aren't a part of. She's right. There hasn't been any confirmation or factual evidence of transfer students. Yet here you are, sitting in the breakfast hall at 6:05 am on a Friday morning listening to fourth year romance drama and the yawns of a few other students like you're life depends on it. Maybe this is stupid, you should just go back up to bed and let it go. You aren't one for caring about new students or rumors anyways. Maybe you were just looking for something to distract you from the upcoming exams: Yeah, that was probably it. You sigh picking up one last piece of toast making up your mind to take it upstairs with you. Putting the piece of toast in your mouth you place your hands on the table to stabilize you as you swing one leg off of the bench to get up.

"I know one of them." Moonbyul responds quietly. You bite your toast out of surprise causing the rest of it to fall from your mouth as you plop down to straddle the bench with a loud thud while playing hot potato with your toast attempting to save it before it hit the floor. You glace around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully those there are much too tired to care. You swing your leg back into your seat and continuee to listen to their conversation. Everyone needs a little distraction every now and then right? A hobby? Can snooping be considered a hobby....? I guess you're really doing this again.

"You know them? Really? So they're from South Korea too?" Yongsun asked while beginning to eat again.

"Yep. But I only know one of them pretty well, his name is Kim Seokjin and he's in my year. The rest of them I've only met a few times through him. "

Yongsun pondered what was said before speaking .

"Wait- seven of them..... Are they those loud boys from the music club you were in back home? Some of them are a little young don't you think?"

Moonbyul laughed. "Yep that's them! And no- the youngest of them should be a fourth year right about now."

You figured you had heard enough information to go on and decided to actually go back to your dorm this time. You left your spot at the table and began to make your way back to your room for a quick nap before school began. Your walk back was filled with thoughts of the new kids. "Loud boys? Great." You said bitterly turning down a hall. " What does it have to do with me? From what I heard they are different ages, which will separate them a bit. Maybe none of them will even be in my house, and I won't see them. After all, there's only seven of them and a whole school of other students. I probably won't even notice them. "

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A fork clinked gently against a goblet, and McGonagall rose to her feet. "May I have your attention please."

The loud dinner chatter quieted down almost immediately and all heads turned to the teacher's table.

"Thank you." She placed her goblet down before returning her gaze to the students. "As many of you have heard, there are rumors going around that Hogwarts will be accepting some new students. It is my pleasure to finally put these rumors to rest- "

A chorus of disappointed sighs and groans rang through the hall, looks like they weren't getting new students after all. You almost let out a disappointed sigh but caught yourself. You didn't want new students, they were a distraction and a nuisance. Right? I mean... It was a little bit of a disappointment considering all the hard work and snooping you had been doing recently. Your friend group doesn't spread rumors much, so everything you knew had been from eaves dropping and hiding, like the gargoyle incident. You guess you sat up there for 45 minutes all for nothing.

"-excuse me please quiet down." The students all shut their mouths quickly, afraid of angering her. "As I was saying, I am happy to finally introduce to you our new students from South Korea." The hall erupted into excited chatter, girls and boys alike fawning over whether or not the newcomers were attractive, nice, mean or any other possibility, like you have been for weeks ever since you overheard the students chatting about it outside the potions cupboard you were in when the rumors first started.

Clearing her throat the headmaster gave a sharp warning look to all the students, again silencing them. "As you know, usually transfer students come on the first day of school with the first years to get sorted. However, there was a couple issues regarding the ministry during their application process, so they arrived later than usual. I have no doubts that you will all make them feel very welcome here." She waved her hand as a signal to Filtch, who scampered out of the Great Hall, returning only a few moments later with a trail of students behind him.

Seven. There was seven of them just like you'd heard about this morning. You feel your chest swell with pride. You did good for a half assed Snoop mission. They were all male, and most looked to be around your age, and you'd be lying if you said they weren't in the least bit attractive. You scowled internally knowing that their looks would be all you'd hear about during your study sessions in the common room.

The sorting hat was brought in and the sorting began. McGonagall unrolled a small piece of parchment and read off the first name "Jung Hoseok", and you held your breath as the first boy made his way up.

He looked rather pleasant. His bright face was framed with medium length brown hair, and his smile was wide. He was practically glowing as he sat on the stool. There was a few moments of silence before the hat shouted out a loud "Hufflepuff!" And the hall clapped while McGonagall lead him to the proper table.

Slowly one by one each of the other boys went up. There was another Hufflepuff, his name was Park Jimin, and a Gryffindor whose name was Jungkook. 'So far so good' you think to yourself.

The next boy to go was called Kim Namjoon. He was tall and had a pair of square modern glasses perched on his nose, the legs of the glasses covered by his messy silvery gray hair. He's a bit taller than most of the others so the stool looked comically small beneath his long legs which he had stretched out for his feet to rest on the heels of his shoes. He radiated nerves with his hands rubbing up and down his black pants and his cheek pulled in slightly as he chewed on it. You were too lost in thought to realize it had been almost an entire minute of silence when the hat announced a very loud "RAVENCLAW!"

You felt your face scrunch up a bit but clapped anyway. I mean, it's only one of them and he looks rather pleasant; not too loud or obnoxious. He looks put together-maybe a little clumsily- but still respectable. You watched him take a seat and shake hands with other students. Yeah, he seems pretty ok. Instead of paying attention you continued to study the boy. After all, there's only a small chance one of the last three would be a Ravenclaw. The next name which you recognized as the boy Moonbyul knew, Kim Seokjin but blocked it out after that.

Namjoon seemed to be getting along nicely with the other students at the table. His smile was friendly and welcoming and his demeanor calm and assured.

"GRYFFINDOR"

You clapped absent mindedly as you continued to watch Namjoon become much less nervous than he had been up on the stool. His eyes gleaming and his honey skin shining in the great Hall lights giving off a faint golden glow. He literally held the presence of a god. You were beginning to doubt what Yongsun had said about them being loud as you watched the next boy climb up to the stool, and you looked around at the other new students and noticed they all were pretty quiet and calm, aside from Jungkook whose cheeks had flushed pink as Seokjin had an arm thrown over his shoulders supposedly boasting about what you heard to be his "handsome face", and his "baby boy kookie" . You really did seem to have nothing to worry about, it was just your anxiety that made you so scared of newcomers.

"RAVENCLAW"

Again you applauded without thinking before you froze. You looked back up to the stool and watched a boy about as tall as Namjoon bounce excitedly over to Namjoon and plop down right next him with a loud "Namjoon-hyung!" Followed by a box shaped smile and a joyful giggle. His eyes were dark to match his fluffy long ish hair that looked unsually soft. He was much louder than his friend Namjoon, you could hear his introductions and laugh travel down to your seat of the table, enabling you to hear his name: Kim Taehyung. You glared lightly at him sizing him up when suddenly your glare was met with bright cheerful eyes. 'Dont blush you're not interested, dont' You felt your face contort into a look of shock and heat slowly rise to your face before Taehyung sent you a wide boxy smile that caused his eyes to crinkle into small crescents, a sight that made you flush even more - you couldn't deny he was attractive. 'no no no no no-' At the sight of your blush you heard him laugh out a loud "cute", turning your face to an even darker shade of red than you had even thought possible. Those near him followed his gaze and laughed a little bit at your red face and a few "awww Y/N"'s and "oooh get it girl" were sent your way. You quickly tore your eyes away from his and shoveled the food down your throat causing you to choke on it, your hands grasped for your drink which a panicked seatmate handed you. You chugged half of it down before sputtering out a few coughs.

"Are you okay Y/N?" The same seatmate asked with a concerned look.

You nodded noticing that most of your table had now focused their attention on you. Embarrassment now completely took over your body as you shot up from your seat so fast you hit your knee off of the table and knocked your drink over to spill all over your robes. You let out a sound of frustration but you didn't let it stop you from your mission: to get out of the great Hall and to hide under your covers until morning. You turned and walked out as fast as you could ignoring the calls and stares you felt from the table. You made it outside of the great Hall and began to sprint down the halls all the way to the common room door.

Gasping out the password you don't even wait for the door to open all the way before you push inside the common room and up the steps to your dorm room. You slam the door shut and fall on the floor, the only sound in the room being your loud labored breathing and your wild heartbeat. After a few moments your breathing calmed down and it finally hit you what you had just done.

"oh my God I'm such an idiot! Why couldn't I just let this one go? " You stood up and stomped your way to your dresser and ripped out some night clothes. "Was your life really this boring? You could've just ignored the new students. You could've just not given a damn but no. " You slammed the drawer shut and went into the bathroom to begin changing. Aggressively taking off your sticky pumpkin juice covered robes with a grunt "You just HAD to get involved in the rumors. You KNOW you can't let something go once you commit to it. You shouldn't have even committed to it. Hell, you should've stopped after you were caught snooping around the class attendance lists" You slid on your night clothes and picked up your robes to take a closer look at them with a sigh.

"now I have to wash my robes tomorrow because YOU have no self control and can't stop being nosy." You glared at yourself in the mirror, sticking your tongue out at the reflection.

Exiting the bathroom you ball up your robes and place them in your hamper. You have calmed down significantly, the steam and anger from the embarassing moment in the hall finally wearing off. With a inhuman groan you dragged your hands down the sides of your face. "He's just a boy. All he did was smile at me... And call me cute...." Your thoughts drifted off to his cute box smile, and twinkling brown eyes. You abruptly sat up with a determined look. "No. No no no no. You don't have time for crushes, you only have one more week till exams and you aren't letting your grades slip just because a cute boy happens to join your house. Just ignore him. It's easy as that. " You pull your covers down and flop into bed.

A couple hours had passed, and you pretended to sleep when all your dormmates came up to bed one by one. Eventually after some tossing and turning you sigh. Your mind is full of that stupid boy, and the way he called you cute. So much for not even noticing the new kids.

~DeepSheep

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dreamofsin · 6 years

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NaMo AU based on their respective costumes cuz come on, Catwoman!Nayeon & Momo De Vil? Iconic.

2.8K words, brace yourself lol

Momo takes an interest in the new cat burglar in town that she's been hearing so much about.

She starts doing her research on her and following her once she finds out how she works. Nayeon discovers this of course, & waits til a night when Momo tails her again to lure her in.

She goes into an alley and hides, waiting for Momo to catch up before sneaking up behind her and saying, "So.. what's got you so interested in lil' ol' me?"

Momo almost jumps, but collects herself. Before turning around to face the other girl, "Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people?"

Nayeon just scoffs, "I'm a cat burglar.. it's kinda what I do," She says with an obvious tone, "Don't you know you're not supposed to stalk people?" Nayeon crosses her arms.

"I've heard a lot about you. I find you interesting, I didn't mean any harm. In fact, i'm more of a cat person as well." Momo tries to save herself. She didn't want the girl to think she was a weirdo, and keeping an eye on her for the past 2 weeks didn't help her situation.

Nayeon scanned Momo with her eyes, as if determining what her intentions were. "Well, dogs are just too obnoxious for my line of work. Cats are quiet, nimble, and can hide practically anywhere. I much prefer them." Nayeon says as she shifts her weight to one foot.

Momo's face contorts into a look of disgust, "Oh dogs are horrible, I can't stand the smelly little things."

"I hate it when I have jobs near buildings where there are dogs. Their barking is a real pain in the ass when i'm trying to sneak around." Nayeon sighs

"Maybe you should start carrying sleeping darts or something." Momo suggests, and Nayeon nods, an interested look on her face.

Momo beckons for Nayeon to give her her hand, and when she does Momo takes out a pen and writes her number on it, then starts heading out of the alley. "Call some time, Dear."

Nayeon looked at the scribblings on her hand, 'Momo De Vil xxx-xxx-xxxx' "Momo De Vil, huh? Hm..."

After this encounter, Nayeon starts stalking Momo back. Watching her through windows and such, trying to scope out the kind of person she is.

About a week later, they run into each other again. It wasn't an accident though, Nayeon knows Momo well enough by now to know her schedule and planned to run into her. So Nayeon got herself invited to a gala that Momo was attending. She felt bad for not calling because she was so busy with work and wanted to see her in person. There was also the dilemma that the thought of Momo made her nervous and have butterflies. She didn't trust herself to keep her cool and didn't want to make a fool of herself. But now that she thought about it, meeting in person would probably turn out worse for her. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

Sometime into the event, Nayeon saw Momo make her way to the horderves table and decided to follow.

When she got close to Momo she looked over at her, "Momo? Fancy meeting you here."

The other girl looked pleasantly surprised by her appearance, "Well well, Kitty finally came out of hiding. I'll admit, I got little worried when you didn't call. I thought something happened to my feline friend."

"Friend? Last time I checked you were stalking me."

"Look, i'm really sorry-"

"It's ok, i'm just teasing." Nayeon smiles, so far her attempts at hiding how panicked she was were working.

Momo just shakes her head, "Ha ha, very funny.." and playfully shoves Nayeon's shoulder a little, to which the other girl giggles. "What's your name by the way?"

"Oh, right. Guess we didn't get to that, my name's Nayeon."

"It's pretty, I like it." This makes the older girl smile.

Nayeon's smile soon drops though, and she looks at Momo apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry about not calling. Work's been hectic and I had to lay low for a little while."

"Oooh is Kitty being a bad girl?" Momo smirks, adjusting a strand of Nayeon's hair.

"Always." Nayeon quirks an eyebrow, looking down at Momo's lips, then back at her eyes. 'Hold it together Nayeon..' she thinks.

"Well then, I can only imagine the trouble we could get into together. Why don't you stop being such an outdoor cat and come to my house to play? How's friday sound? 7 o'clock?" Momo smirks.

Nayeon panics a little, a pink tint showing up on her cheeks, before answering "I'll think about it, Kitty likes to play.." She winks, walking back to her table.

Throughout the rest of the gala the girls spare glances at each other, winking or waving when they do. When Nayeon gets home though, she totally freaks out about their encounter. "Did that really just happen?? She wants me to go to her HOUSE?! Oh my god.. what am I gonna wear??" She starts rummaging through her closet, even though she doesn't have to be there for another 6 days.

Half way through her closet, she comes to a realisation and facepalms. "Oh my god, i'm so whipped!"

The week passes by, and with each day Nayeon gets more nervous. On wednesday she sends Momo a text, 'I've decided to take you up on your offer, friday at 7 it is.' She gets a response a few minutes later, 'Marvelous, see you then Kitten.' Which makes her freak out even more.

When friday comes, and Nayeon's spent most of her day getting ready mentally and finding a dress to wear, she heads to Momo's a little before 7. She got(more like stole) Momo a cat charm necklace she hopes she'll like & decided to wear a burgundy evening gown.

When she gets there, she knocks on the door and looks around while she waits. It's one of the nicest houses she's ever seen and hopes she's never stolen from Momo before.

When the door opens, Momo's standing there in a black evening gown. She looks amazing and Nayeon has to stop herself from gawking.

"Hey, come in! You look amazing!" Momo grabs Nayeon's hand and brings her inside, the older girl trying not to panic at her touch.

"Thanks, so do you!" Nayeon smiles, "Oh! I got you this." She says, handing over the necklace box.

Momo opens it and gasps, she knows Nayeon probably stole it but loves the thought behind it. "Oh my god, I love it! Help me put it on?" She gives it to Nayeon and turns her back to her, moving her hair aside. Nayeon moves to put it on her, sweating a little out of nervousness from being so close to her. Her perfume is intoxicating and Nayeon's hands are shaking as she tries to do the clasp up.

Momo leans back into her a little, she's figured out by now what affect she has on the older girl and likes teasing her.

Nayeon gulps at this and Momo turns her head to look at her, "Do I make you nervous, Kitten?"

"What? Noo pfft, i'm cool." Nayeon backs up shyly and clears her throat, not wanting to look Momo in the eyes.

"Whatever you say, Honey." Momo smirks, "Have you eaten? Do you want anything?"

"No thanks, I ate earlier." Nayeon smiles, still having trouble making eye contact.

"Do you want to walk in the garden then? I have a little greenhouse outside." Momo gestures to a pair of glass doors.

"Sure! Sounds cool."

Momo puts her hand around Nayeon's waist and walks them outside, coming to the greenhouse. Nayeon is impressed once again, Momo has an amazing collection of plants. As they walk, Nayeon can't take her eyes off of Momo. 'Ugh she smells so good, I just wanna rub my face in her neck..'

She's brought out of her thoughts by Momo's words, "Hey, you ok Cutie?"

"Hm?" Nayeon then realises she's inches from Momo's neck and quickly pulls away. "Oh! Sorry.." Nayeon blushes profusely, thanking the gods it's dark out so Momo can't really see it.

"A little forward, aren't we? If you wanted me so badly you could've just said so." Momo winks.

Nayeon just looks at the ground and gets quiet, her face a tomato coloured mess. Not able to believe she did something so embarassing to her crush.

Momo notices and brings her hand under Nayeon's chin, bringing her face up to look at her. "Hey, it's ok! I was just joking.. and honestly.. even if you did it I wouldn't have minded." Momo smiles.

"...Really?" Nayeon asks, pouting a little in shame.

Momo steps a little closer to her, looking at the older girl's lips, "Really."

Nayeon looks at her lips as well, then to her eyes. Momo just nods, and they both lean in. The kiss is deep and passionate, lasting a bit of time before they pull away.

"Wanna continue our walk?" Momo asks, but before Nayeon can answer she turns her head to the side and sneezes.

"Sorry, my nose is sensitive. I think the plants are making me sneeze."

"Well let's go have fun inside then, we don't need Kitty catching a cold now do we? Even though that was adorable." Nayeon giggles at that, taking Momo's hand and going in with her, hoping for more kisses.

When they get inside however, Momo walks over to the living room and sits on the couch, grabbing a box off the coffee table. "Come here Kitten, I have a surprise for you."

Nayeon makes her way over, sitting down beside Momo. "Here, open it." Momo gives the box to her, and when she opens it her eyes widen. Inside is a diamond studded collar with her name on the tag.

"I was thinking.. if you wanted, you could be my Kitten and play with me."

Nayeon nods profusely and Momo puts the collar around her neck. Once it's on however, Nayeon leans in and plants a kiss on Momo's neck. The collar is the perfect size, it feels good around her neck but also allows Momo to crook a finger under it as she gets up and starts leading Nayeon upstairs to her room. Nayeon being a mess internally and trying to keep calm as she follows, giving herself a pep-talk in her head. 'Keep your cool Nayeon. You're the best thief in the city! So what if she's hot, smells amazing, has a perfect body, gave you the most beautiful collar you've ever seen and calls you her Kitten! You're stronger than this!'

When they eventually make it to Momo's room and she opens the door, Nayeon is greeted with the sight of whips, chains, gags, & toys in many shapes and sizes all around the room. Soft pink lights accent the toy displays and bed, Nayeon just lets out a breathy "Fuck me..."

Momo wraps her hands around her waist, back hugging her, "That's the plan, Kitten." and kisses her neck. Nayeon feels her knees go weak but before she can collapse, Momo supports her and pins her against the wall kissing her deeply. Nayeon just whimpers and Momo says, "Don't give out on me yet, Kitten. We haven't even started yet." Biting her lip and almost making Nayeon collapse again. "You do want this, right? I don't wanna force you."

Nayeon nods, "Yeah." and she kisses Momo again.

"Good, now be a good girl for me. Go over to the bed, bend over it, and wait for your surprise."

Nayeon does what she's told, her legs still wobbly as she walks over and waits. After a moment and some rustling, Momo returns. Walking behind Nayeon and kneeling down, running her hands up Nayeon's thighs and over her ass. She hikes up Nayeon's dress and slowly pulls down her wet panties, which Nayeon steps out of and Momo tosses on the floor. She continues by massaging Nayeon's ass, "You're such a pretty kitty for me, but I think you're missing your tail."

By this point, Nayeon's a puddle and wrapped around Momo's finger. She just bites her lip and waits in anticipation for whatever Momo wants to do to her.

Using some lube, Momo gently works the plug in. Nayeon is a bit squirmy during the process cuz she's not used to the feeling, but once it's in Momo stands back and looks at her. "Aren't you just the cutest thing! Why don't you shake your tail for me."

Nayeon obeys, wiggling her butt and making the tail sway. Momo squeals and goes to promptly reward Nayeon, sitting on the bed and giving her a kiss. Nayeon pouts cutely, "Now play with me."

"Of course, Kitten." Momo moves behind Nayeon, leaning on her back a bit. Using one hand to massage her breast and the other to rub Nayeon's clit. But Nayeon wants more, and using her nimble skills she flips Momo onto the bed and gets on top of her. She groans and kisses Momo deeply, grinding on her abs.

"It's about time you showed your claws, I was thinking you went soft on me." Momo smirks, but Nayeon has no response. Too occupied with the feeling of Momo's hard abs rubbing against her. Momo grabs Nayeon's hips, guiding them to go faster and harder, pressing down more into Momo.

Nayeon starts letting out little moans and whimpers, digging her nails into Momo's shoulders and kissing & biting her neck. She also rubs the tip of her nose slightly over Momo's neck, taking in her addicting scent but also making her shiver. Momo claws at Nayeon's back, wanting as much of her as she can get and leaving marks of her own.

Momo hikes Nayeon's dress up over her tail so she can grab her ass easier while guiding her. But eventually she sits up and slips one of Nayeon's shoulder straps off, telling Nayeon "I wanna feel all of you."

Nayeon nods and Momo starts slipping her dress off, trailing kisses from neck to thighs as she goes. Then takes off her own dress & panties, discarding the clothing on the floor.

Then they assume their former positions, Momo laying on the bed with Nayeon riding her abs & getting her slick all over them. "Mm such a good Kitty, so wet for me." Momo pulls Nayeon down by the collar for another kiss, her hand wraps around Nayeons neck as they kiss. She squeezes a little, making Nayeon's head rush as she pants.

Nayeon claws Momo's hair and groans out a "Ugh fuck, touch me." and Momo is more than happy to oblige. She runs her hands along Nayeon's torso to her wet pussy, slipping 2 fingers in and slowly pumping them in and out of her. Nayeon gasps but adjusts quickly and rides Momo's fingers. Every time Momo rubs Nayeon's clit she moans, grabbing Momo's wrist as she has her hand around Nayeon's throat.

Eventually, Nayeon gets the right angle, riding Momo's fingers with her palm rubbing her clit. Eyes shut tight as the tention builds. Momo can soon feel Nayeon's walls clenching around her fingers, so she fucks her harder. Nayeon moaning loudly the whole way through, having multiple orgasms and becoming a writhing mess at Momo's touch.

Momo slides her onto the bed beside her and cuddles her as she comes down from her high, the older girl trying to catch her breath. Giving Nayeon some soft kisses, momo says "It's my turn to feel good now baby, why don't you go pick a toy and fuck me good with it."

Still a bit dazed, she looks at the toys. Eventually settling on a strapless strap, she makes her way back to Momo. "Ooh good choice." The younger says with a smirk.

Nayeon is still a little drained so Momo takes over, riding Nayeon's cock so well. Nayeon pays a lot of attention to Momo's breasts, sucking and licking them messily, leaving hickeys here and there. But Momo loves it, running her hands through her kitten's hair and scratching her scalp.

The feelings of Momo riding Nayeon, Nayeon matching Momo's rhythms with her thrusts, and the vibrator in both of them is enough to leave the room full of moans and profanities. Momo's orgasm comes like a tidal wave, drenching Nayeon's cock and the bed. She slips the strap out of herself and stands over Nayeon's face, "Come on Kitten, clean me up like a good girl." and Nayeon does. She licks Momo up so well & has her jerking from licking her oversensitive clit.

Once Nayeon's done, she takes her strap out & they shower together to clean the rest of them. Momo hugs Nayeon from behind and plants a soft kiss on her shoulder, "So what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

Nayeon giggles, "Bold of you to assume I won't sneak off into the night, but.. eggs." Before kissing Momo's cheek.

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