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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

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One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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xmint-conditionx · 3 years

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tongue tied | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader, f2l

w/c: 3.5k

summary: you've been best friends with yoongi for almost a decade, and you're hopelessly in love with him. he's the most important person in your life, and you don't want to mess that up, so you can never be anything more... right?

written as a response to a request from the old blog -- the requestor was @yoongi--enthusiast; thanks again for your request, i loved doing it!!! "I had an idea... something based off of the song “tongue tied” with yoongi. I feel like it would be super soft with soft smut... I just think it would be nice to read so can you please wright it 🥺👉👈"

tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, outdoor sex, overall a little angsty but super cute too

a/n: i did not know that there was a song called tongue tied by marshmello before i wrote this so... i hope the person who requested this didn’t mean that song because I wrote this drabble over the grouplove song lmaooo but anyway, here goes! thanks luv, enjoy! also reposted from the old blog!!

Yoongi’s laugh is so beautiful. It’s rare, so when you see it, you soak up everything you can about it. The way his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons, the way his lips curl back putting his gummy smile on bright display. You can swear you see his eyes sparkle.

You are in love with him. You are in love with your best friend.

He makes loving him such an easy thing to do; bringing you into his inner world, showing you the sweet and warm center he conceals from everyone else. The way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way he pouts when he wants a back scratch, all of those little things that make him who he is only deepen your infatuation with him.

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I might even get us a little snack from one of the desert vendors.”

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This chapter talks about unprotected sex, mentions ‘Roofie’, kidnapping and assault. If you don’t want to see any of this please DO NOT READ THIS. I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable or getting triggered. It also has someone answering the phone while driving, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

A/N: Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults. I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC. I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.

Warnings: Dream based, Actors mixed with characters, College AU!, Mixed universes, Raffey Cassidy stands in as Sprite, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self- doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities, )… I’ll probably be adding more warnings as the story goes on. (Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)

Playing with Fire: Part 5

Part 5

Placing my phone on the nightstand I feel the weight of sleep pulling at me, before my head hits the pillow again I’m already asleep.

——-

“So how did working with Barry go?” A voice sounds far away, but I’m too caught up in my mind to hear it. “Y/N?”

“Hmm? Oh, Kitty, hey what’s up?”

“Are you okay? You look… lost?” She places a hand on my shoulder.

“Ehhh, I’m alright, just lost in my thoughts… It's nothing bad, don’t worry. What was your question?”

“Your project? With Barry, how’d it go?”

“Barry? Oh! Bar- right ha! It- it was fine. We passed with flying colors.” I say smiling a bit too happily.

“Really? How’d you get him to work with you?” Skeptically Kitty looks at me not buying my story.

“We decided to stop acting childish and focus on getting a good grade. Plus I made the assignment fun.”

“Ahhhh thought so… lol.”

I roll my eyes at her but smile. The project was one of the most fun ones I’ve ever done, I wasn’t expecting it to go so well but Druig proved to be a great partner- even gave his own ideas on how to present it to the class. What I didn’t see coming was him offering to make it a musical; Hadestown.

….3 Weeks ago….

“Dude, Hadestown is already a thing, we can’t use it, but nice try.” I look up from my notebook, which I’ve been filing with doodles and ideas for the play. I feel Druig place his chin on my left arm pouting that I’ve shot down his idea.

“Oh, come on Dote, how many people do you think actually know what Hadestown is in that class? Pretty sure Picard doesn’t know.”

He lifts his head from my arm before I can shake him off, but I wasn’t going to- not something I normally do, but he’s different. So how.

“Picard? You mean Professor X?”

Druig nods his head typing something on his phone.

“Why did you call him ‘Picard’?” Leaning back at my chair I try to picture the two men in my head.

“You don't see it?”

I squint my eyes at him, shaking my head, turning his phone to me. I see a picture of a man who looks almost exactly like our Professor, the only major difference is that Picard is standing, and much younger… but still old? Weird.

“Woooooow, the resemblance is uncanny, do you think he knows?” I hold his phone zooming in on the man's face.

“No idea, I haven’t asked yet, but I’m 98.4687% sure this man is Professor X.”

“98.46- really? Either way I don’t think the Professor was an actor.” I pass him his phone, not convinced our teach was an actor. I mean Mr. Kingo is but that’s different.

“I don’t know, Captain Picard is known for his immense love of Shakespeare.” Druig says in a singsong voice. “What’s the harm in asking?”

“If you want to ask him you can. You don’t need my permission.”

“I wasn’t askin’. Just imformin’.”

“InforminG. ING. There’s a ‘g’ in ‘I-n-g’.”

“Whatever.” He shoves me in the seat and I catch myself by grabbing onto his arm. Pulling myself back up I shove him back, and it turns into a weird game of ‘trying-to-get-the-other-person-to-fall’; our laughter fills the study room and a few students look at us through the glass door. Some are smiling while others are clearly annoyed.

“Okay, okay, shhh shhhh. We’re in a library.” I try to laugh quietly grabbing Druig’s hands in mine. Clearly not done fooling around he gets his hands free and tries to tickle me. “No, no no no no no nononononoooOOO!!!! Druig! Stop it! Stop it now!”

“DrUiG sToP iT! StOp It NoW!” He mocks.

“Oh! You!” I gasp out glaring at him. “You!”

“That’s the best you got, Dote?” He continues to try and tickle me effectively getting closer to me, our faces are close and my breathing shallows. He smiles unbothered by our proximity- or maybe he just hasn’t noticed. The latter seems to be the case, as his smiling face becomes almost solemn as he looks at me. Neither of us say anything, we just stare at each other, searching for something. His eyes fall to my lips and that’s when my voice returns.

“PROJECT.” His eyes snap back to mine at my outburst. Still searching my face for… something… he moves back slightly smirking and turning back to his phone.

“Since you don’t like musicals, what ideas do you have?” He says never taking his eyes off of his phone. Bringing myself back I turn to my notebook and point to my idea.

“And it’s not that I don’t like musicals I just don’t think that-“

“Modern day?” He cuts me off peering at my notebook.

“Uh, yeah.” I bite my lip trying to mask my hurt. I know this is only the second time we meet, but it just seemed different. I can’t explain it but I woke up feeling… Feeling, daring. I wanted to do something out of the ordinary today, and it didn’t matter what it was or who it was with… As long as it wasn’t illegal or anything. That being said, I just wasn’t ready to be another number in Druig’s body count. I may be feeling reckless, but I’m not stupid, my morals are still in play.

“So I’ll be Hades as a modern man?”

“No. I’ll be Hades and you’re going to be Persephone.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, just remember to practice Persphone’s lines.” I say closing my notebook packing my things.

‘I’m not playing Persephone.” He sits up straight faced, completely serious.

“Oh relax you’ll be a great Persephone. It’s something they won't expect and it shows that men can be victims too.”

He looks at me skeptically and I get the feeling that he isn't convinced.

“I know men can be victims, but why do I have to be Persephone?”

“Do you have a reason not to be her?” A beat of silence passes as he narrows his eyes at me. “I take it that your silence means you’ll be playing Persephone?”

“Yeah alright, whatever.” He sighs, “In the original telling of the story Hades forces himself on Persephone; how do you propose we go about that?”

“Flowers!”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers~!”

“…You’ve lost me.”

“Think about it, she was picking flowers, minding her own business, when Hades comes along and takes advantage of her, and in the process destroys her flowers. We could say that the flowers represent her purity and innocence.”

“Alright, I’m going to be picking flowers and you’ll be doing what?”

“I don’t know, staring at you from a distance?” I shrug clearly out of ideas.

Druig shifts in his seat thinking of how we could present Hades to the class. “According to the Greeks, Hades was one of the more calm gods, and yet he ravished Persephone. What?”

“What?”

“You cringed when I said ‘ravished’. See! You did it again.” He points at my face smirking, as I smack his hand away.

“It’s such a weird word, but continue please.”

“I don't think we should follow the play as it is, especially if we’re presenting it to our peers.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the play Persephone is seen almost like a child, so much so that she’s more concerned about her flowers than she is about herself, no college woman is going to act like that- none that I’ve met anyway.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Let’s say they meet at a college party; You being Hades seems the most beautiful, gorgeous, sexy man you’ve ever seen across the room. The God of Spring. Me!” He spreads his arms out wide smiling, waiting for me to say something; biting my tongue I opt to wait for him to finish. “So as you know- or maybe you don’t, I’ve never seen you at any parties- slipping things into people's cups is a big issue.”

“Oh my god, you’ve witnessed this?!”

“No. But that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened, we could imply that the Goddess of the Underworld-“

“Roofied Persephone.” We say at the same time. I sit staring at him thinking about his idea; to be fair it is an issue, and to bring it out in the open would be good, but at the same time I don’t know if we should.

“You hate it.” He states plainly.

“No, no. I’m just thinking, it’s not an easy topic, Druig.”

“That’s the point!”

I’m stunned into silence by how strongly he feels about this and I can’t help but feel that there’s more to this than he lets on.

“Okay, if you think we should then we will. Just wear Spring colors or something.”

His face is blank as he looks deep into my eyes trying to see if I’m messing with him or not. Satisfied that I’ve agreed with him he nods his head and we sit in silence for a bit before my phone dings. Picking it up I see that Loki texted me.

….Present Day….

“So why do you look so sad?”

“What? I said I was fine, I’m not sad. Just… Conflicted. That’s all.”

Kitty fixes me with a look and I know she doesn’t believe me- hell I wouldn’t even believe me. I start to think about the text Loki sent me. If only he hadn’t asked me to go with him, that incident never would’ve happened, and I wouldn’t feel like shit.

“Dammit Loki!” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“What did he do?” Kitty leans towards me concerned, “If I have to kill him I will!”

“No, no, he didn’t do anything wrong per se.”

“Explain.”

“I- I had…” I hang my head in embarrassment, “Sex.”

When I don’t hear anything from Kitty I look up and she’s staring at me trying to process what I just said, before I can say anything her face changes between shock, happiness, confusion and then anger.

“Please tell me it wasn’t with Loki.” She glares at me hard.

“No, not Loki!” I wave my hands frantically in front of me.

“Oh thank god! Ooo girl you scared me. Well, if not him then who?” She lets out a gasp before grabbing my shoulders pulling me close to her she whispers, “Was it Barry?”

“No.” I say straight faced.

“Then who? I’m so confused now. How many people do you know? Was it Pietro?”

“No, you don’t know him.”

“OH MY GOD! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?!?” I close my eyes at her outburst and wait for her to calm down.

“Can you not be so loud, I’d prefer if the whole campus didn’t know about my life.”

“Sorry, well what’s his name? How’d you meet him?”

Memories of 3 weeks ago rush back to my mind again.

“Damn you Loki.”

….3 Weeks ago….

LOKI✨🐍

“Time to cash in that favor, Bast.”

Rolling my eyes I put down my phone dreading whatever craziness Loki’s cooked up this time.

“What is it?”

“Nothing just Loki making good on the deal we made.”

Druig lets out a hum chuckling as he begins texting someone on his phone. “What do you think he’ll make you do?”

“I have no idea, with Loki you can be sure to know that it’ll either get you in trouble or expelled.”

“Not necessarily, it just depends on how good you are at not getting caught.”

“Well that sounds like you two have done a lot of stuff.”

“Of course!” He turns winking at me, I roll my eyes but my stomach flutters, which is not making me happy. Why is this happening to me? Why him?

“I hope it’s nothing crazy! I don’t have the energy for crazy.” I put my head in my hands and the door to our study room it flung open as Loki comes in less than pleased.

“I texted you and you didn’t respond!”

“Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” I groan out, head still in my hands.

“Don’t ‘uuuggghhh’ me!” He sits in the chair in front of us and proceeds to poke my head.

“What Loki? What do you want me to do?” I quickly sit up glaring at him.

“What makes you think I want you to do anything my dear.” He smirks slightly sitting back in his chair. I fix him a glare and he laughs nodding his head. “Alright, fair enough my lovely Bast. I need you to accompany me to a small little get together.”

“Like… a date?”

“If you want to call it that, then yes, a date.”

“Ummm, okay?”

“Don’t sound so excited Y/N.” He deadpans, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know this is your safest bet; trust me you don’t want to know what I was going to originally ask of you.”

“Mmm. Alright, guess I’ll be your plus one then?”

“Good, it's nothing fancy, just casual.”

“Awe Y/N has a date. They grow up so fast.” Druig chimes looking at us grinning.

“Oh please, this isn’t her first rodeo.” Loki says, waving his hand dismissively as he stands up ready to leave. “You should’ve seen her in high school.”

“OKAY! So when is this?” I try steering the conversation elsewhere.

“In the Psychology building, tonight at 6. Don’t be late.” He walks out the door leaving Druig and myself in an awkward silence. Awkward for me, not him.

“Sooooooo, what was Y/N like in high school?” He asks with a sly smile on his face.

“Nothing, if you were meant to know then you would have. Good day Druig.” I swiftly gather my belongings and hasten out the door.

“Good day?” Druig laughs jogging up to me. “Who even says that anymore?”

“Can you not?”

“No, I can’t.” He smiles walking close so my shoulder bumps his arm, I let out a frustrated sigh. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I need to go get ready for a date apparently.”

“It’s just Loki, and it’s 4 o’clock you’ve got time. Hang out with me.”

My speed walking slows to a stop as I take in his words.

“Hang out? With you? You and me? Together?”

“Yes.” He chuckles, taking my bag from my shoulder and putting it on his, grabbing my hand, he leads me to the lobby, I swallow thickly as I realize some students are looking at us and many of them are not pleased. The many being girls who seem to think I shouldn’t be with Druig- well, technically Barry, I don’t think anyone knows his real name, except for a handful of people. They may never get to know the Irish blued eyed babe that is Druig.

“Wait what?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Growing steadily uncomfortable with all the unwanted attention I pull my hand out of his grasp, he looks at me confused as I hold my hand out for my backpack. His hand tightens on the strap of my backpack that’s still slung on his shoulder, he glances around meeting the eyes of those who were staring, fixing them a special kind of glare making them flinch and look away.

“Because of them? Fuck ‘em.”

“I’d rather not, not my style. Unlike someone.” I mumble the last part but he hears it clear as day, his face is blank but there’s a storm raging in his eyes. I may not know him well, but I know I crossed a line, but I know I’m also right. “Can I have my bag please?”

Without saying a word he hands me my bag and lets it go before I can get a good grip on it. Thankfully I grab it before it hits the floor, and deciding to ignore his behavior I thank him and walk out of the double doors and to my car. Sitting in my car I begin to debate whether or not I should go back and apologize.

“Maybe I should just text him.” I sigh, taking out my phone, glancing up I spot him and another girl walking out of the library together. I quickly see that she was one of the girls that was giving me dirty looks; shaking my head I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch her basically trying to become a second skin on him, and he’s just laughing and going along with it. Clenching my jaw I throw my phone on the passenger seat making it bounce to the floor. “Asshole!”

Pulling out of the parking lot I go to my dorm to get ready for Loki’s date.

Stepping out of my suite bathroom I look at my clothing options.

“I don’t feel like wearing a dress or skirt, guess it’s jeans then.” Picking up some light washed jeans I look through my blouses. “Well, he did say it wasn’t fancy, maybe I can wear a t-shirt and call it a day? You know what? Screw it, I’m gonna look cute tonight, because I can!”

Grabbing my cutest blouse I fix up my eyebrows, and hair and put on some chapstick.

“I need this more than lipstick right now. Why didn’t I drink more water today?”

Picking up a cardigan I look at myself in my roommates floor length mirror,

“Oh yeah~, she cute… I mean she’s always cute, but NOW! She’s cute-cute.”

Turning off the light I walk to my car and drive to the Psychology building and spot Loki sporting a deep green blazer with gold trim, a white dress shirt with a gold chain, and black slacks and the shiniest black dress shoes I’ve ever seen.

“What the fuck Loki? What happened to ‘not being fancy’?” I stomp over to him not feeling so cute anymore.

“What, this? This isn’t fancy.” He holds his arm out for me, smiling he adds, “You look lovely.”

“Yeah whatever.” I loop my arm with his as he walks us in the building.

“I am being completely serious Y/N. You look wonderful, 100% like you, I’m only dressed like this because I’m on the committee and we need to ‘show up’ a bit more than everyone else.” He sends me a wink and we enter the room. “Would you like a drink? We have many different options to choose from. You can try varying juices from Jamaica all the way to Cuba; and if juice isn’t your thing you can always walk to England and have a spot of tea.”

“What is this?” I laugh out taking in the different smells of food and the outfits the people were wearing at their tables. We walk past the tables and I spot a few foods I know I’m going to try later, I see a few girls dressed in traditional Huipil, Saris, and Kimonos and others wearing their traditional garbs that I don’t know the name of. But the one that caught my eye, was the man wearing a green and blue kilt with red and white design on it; he was very familiar but I couldn’t see his face, since he was talking on the phone facing away from us.

Loki’s voice pulls my attention back, “This is our ‘Cultural Exchange Program’. Every semester the Psychology department brings all our different cultures together to help to educate those who think America is the only country in the world-”

“Not one comma Loki, not a one.” He ignores my comment and continues.

“-not only that but it provides those of us who are missing home, to bring home here. Here, have some tea, it’s Earl Grey and hot.”

“Thank you kind sir.” I take a sip of tea and Loki brings me chair, kissing my cheek, he walks to the door greeting the students coming in. Sure enough everyone else is dressed casually and comfortably- not to brag, but Loki was right, compared to everyone else, I look lovely. Finishing up my tea I began perusing the different literature on the tables closest to me, and slowly made my way around the room. There were about 20 different countries on display, each with about 3-4 tables holding a variety of foods, drinks, games, history and clothing that you can buy; by the time Loki found his way back to my side I was one table away from Scotland.

“There you are, Bast. It’s been about an hour. Enjoying everything thus far?”

“Yes! This is great, you should’ve told me we could buy clothes! I left my wallet in my room.” I bump his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hook you up love.” He winks as we begin walking to Scotland; finally I see the mans face and butterflies stir in my stomach as I recognize that smile.

“A kilt huh? Never thought I’d ever get to see one in real life.” Blue eyes shift from the girl in front of him to me and he does a double take. I tilt my head in recognition to him and he does the same, but not before his eyes sweep over my form, taking in as much as he can- unashamed I might add, and I’m here for it.

“I guess that’s something you can check off your bucket list then.”

“Oh god that ACCENT!”

“I never did get your name.” He puts all his focus on me and the poor girl is left to fend for herself, Loki rolls his eyes and goes to help the girl.

“That’s because I didn’t give it.” I give him a flirtatious smile leaning against the table. “But I’d take yours if you let me.”

“Hmmm, well how ‘bout I give you mine instead?” He leans forward matching my smile. Mild panic fills me unsure if I said that last bit out loud, “I’m Richard, pleasure to meet you…?”

“Oh uh, Y/N.” I shake his hand as I breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly scan for Loki, who has disappeared.

“You alright, love?” Concern is visible in his eyes and I stop myself from swooning at the term of endearment.

“Love huh?” I tease quickly glancing at our hands, it’s obvious that he knows that we’re holding hands now but he doesn’t let go; instead he gently rubs his thumb across my knuckles. I raise a brow, smirking at him, “Oh, you’re just a flirt aren’t you?”

“What’re you talking about?” He feigns ignorance, stepping around the table to stand next to me.

“Uh- huh okay.” I gently pull my hand from him and we stare at each other in a comfortable silence, we must have been staring for too long because someone coughs next to me. Looking at the person, it's another student waiting for help. “You should get back to your job.”

“Yeah.” He says sheepishly, he apologizes to the student who just rolls their eyes at him.

Walking back to England I wait for Loki to show up again; after he helped the girl he disappeared once again, and even with his flashy clothes he couldn’t be seen with the crowd. A lot more students showed up than I had previously thought, as I scan the crowd I hear a familiar laugh.

“Pietro, what’re you doing here?” I walk over to him and his sister Wanda who is there with her boyfriend Vision.

“Hey Y/N, I have to be here.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yes his grade depends on it,” Wanda chimes smiling at me, “We’re here to make sure he actually came.”

“HA! I can’t believe your baby sister has to babysit you still.”

Pietro rolls his eyes at me groaning, but he knows I’m right. I begin to walk around with them; somewhere along the way I link arms with Pietro and we all make our way to Scotland. When Richard sees me he smiles brightly, but once he takes in the sight of Pietro and I his smile falters. Vision asks him a question pulling his attention and I feel uneasy, I mean I’m single I don’t have to feel uncomfortable by his stare, but it felt like I was cheating on him. And that doesn’t make any sense since I only just found out what his name was 20 minutes ago. Letting go of Pietro’sa arm I step away from him trying to be inconspicuous, which I failed at because Pietro gives me a questioning look; I give him a quick smile and he looks at Richard and then me: a devilish grin spreads on his face as he puts two and two together. Grabbing my arm he pushes me closer to Richard and whispers something to Wanda, who glances at me.

“Oh geez.” I rub my forehead trying to ignore the twins.

“Viz, come on, I saw something in Columbia that I wanted to buy.” Wanda tugs at Vision’s arm, confused he try’s to tell her that he’s asking questions about Scotland, but Wanda wins out and the three of them walk into the crowd to Columbia.

Richard and I share a look, I open my mouth to say something but he turns his head away before anything can be said; I didn’t think I could feel like shit with a person I barely know, but I’ve been wrong before.

Clearing my throat I start to walk to the door, feeling a hand grab mine I stop and see that it’s Loki.

“Don’t look so disappointed, Bast. It hurts my feelings.” He smirks at me.

“It’s not that I just thought- It’s not important, but I’m gonna head out now.”

“Already?”

“I’ve been here for an hour and change, plus you didn’t say how long I had to stay, just that I had to show up.”

“My gods, I’m losing my touch!”

“Oh brother, you’re fine Loki.” I laugh rolling my eyes, “I’ll just be outside for a bit. Getting some fresh air, does that sound better?”

“Much.” He gives me a dazzling smile and walks me outside, “If you want me to take you home I’ll take you.”

“Fresh air will do for now, babes.” Kissing my cheek he walks back inside and I’m left to my own thoughts, “Great. The inside of my mind is the last place I want to be right now.”

I decide to walk around and clear my head, taking a breath I listen to the sounds of the night; a frog croaking near the pond, crickets chirping in the grass, and in the trees are a few fireflies blinking their little butts- I know they aren’t actually their butts, but it’s where butts would be, sooooooo butts. Taking a seat on a bench near the pond I watch the fountains’ changing lights, the sounds of approaching steps has me looking behind me. A few students are walking towards the gazebo past me, giggling about who knows what. Smiling softly I lean my head on the bench and close my eyes. I know this is a bad idea, because of how peaceful it is here I’m bound to fall asleep and let me tell you that is not something you want to do on this campus. There have been a few reports about people being kidnapped and assaulted, most of which take place at night in secluded areas. It’s not something Director Fury takes lightly and with Officer Danvers, Officer Rambeau, Officer Coulson and the other officers this campus has gotten tighter with security and they patrol more often, but stuff still happens. They even say to make sure you aren’t by yourself, and if you are to find someone you trust or get to your room quickly.

Opening my eyes I sit up looking around once more; the students are still in the gazebo (probably making out or something), the frogs’ still croaking, crickets are still chirping, but the fireflies are gone. I frown and walk back to the Psychology building, reaching the steps I turn and debate on just going back to my room.

“No, I said I’d just get some air… I’ll just tell him I’m leaving now.”

“Tell who?”

I was not expecting to hear a voice behind me and definitely not so close to me, not thinking I whirl around and punch whoever it is in the face. Time seemed to move really slowly as my fist went flying towards his nose, thinking about it now I’ve actually heard this voice before and I know his face.

“Oh no, it’s-”

‘BAM’

“Richard!”

“AAWWH JESUSCHRISTJOSEPHANDMARY!” He screams out holding his nose, I can’t help the snort that comes from me, quickly covering my mouth I try to compose myself.

“I am sooooo sorry, I didn’t know it was you until- oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“You punch like a man.”

“…Thank you…?”

“Mhmm, geez… Am I bleeding?”

“No idea, you’ve yet to move your hands.” I smirk at him gently moving his hands away, “No you’re all good. Might be a bit sore. Sorry again.”

“It’s my fault, I should've made my presence known beforehand, God I feel like a creep.”

“Well, I’m not really gonna argue with that, you were creeping.” He looks at me unamused, “What?! You were, you even said so yourself.”

“…Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Can I make it up to you?”

“If you want? Sure, I guess. I was thinking about asking you the same thing. I punched you in the face.” I giggle out, “Need an ice pack? I think my roommate might have some in the freezer.”

“Your roommate punches people a lot?” We start walking to my car, and I completely forget about Loki.

“No, her boyfriend thinks he’s invulnerable or something.” Unlocking the doors I slide into the drivers side, “He’s an idiot really, I have no idea how he hasn’t broken any bones yet. His friends aren’t any better either, but it’s not my business.”

“You aren’t friends?”

“Nope! And I don’t want to be, one Odinson is enough for me.” I pull out of the parking lot and drive to my dorm.

“Odinson? You mean Thor?”

“Yeah, but I’m talking about Loki.”

“Thought his name was ‘Laufeyson’?”

“It is but I knew him when it was Odinson, so meeh.” I stick my tongue out at him as I park, “Oh shit! I didn't tell Loki I was leaving. I’ll just text him later.”

“Do you always tell him where you’re going?”

“Hm? Oh, no but this was like a date night for us and I left without telling him I was going.”

“A date?!”

“Yes, well no, but yes.”

“I’m confused.”

“Welcome to my life!” Smiling, I get out of the car, locking it we make our way to the elevator, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just thought…”

“Thought Pietro was my boyfriend?” I give him a knowing smile as he bashfully nods his head, “Yeah I gathered that with the glare you gave me.”

“I didn’t glare at you!”

“Oh, yes you did.”

‘DING’

Stepping into the elevator I push my floors’ button as Richard tries to come up with an excuse of some kind, rolling my eyes, I pull him inside.

“It’s fine, really, just forget about it. We just met and don’t know a thing about each other.”

“…Would you like to?” He asks after a while, the elevator dings on the wrong floor as two more people step inside.

“Mmmmm sure, why not?” I shrug stepping off on the next floor, “My room is down this way.” Opening the door I turn on the lights and direct him to the couch, “Here you go. Would you like something to drink?”

“Thank you, and yes please.” He leans his head on the back of the couch placing the ice pack on his face, “So~.”

“So~?” I lift up the ice pack, “Here you go.”

“Thank you. Orange juice, you don't have anything a little stronger?” A teasing grin is on his face.

“I can add soda and you can use your imagination.” Not sure why but I reach over and pat his head, he’s taken aback by it, but he lets it happen.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I want to add soda. Why are you patting my head?”

I shrug my shoulders making an ‘I don’t know’ sound and continue to pat.

“Are you going to stop?”

“Do you want me to?”

“…Nah.” He says taking a sip of juice. Laughing I stop and take a seat next to him, we sit in an awkward kind of silence before I say,

“Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve literally never asked anyone I’ve punched in the face to come to my room, and I don’t make new friends, all of my friends came to me, not the other way around.”

A small smile spreads across his face at my confession, “That’s alright, I’ve never really been good at making friends myself. It’s all so awkward and weird. Like, you want to have the person like you, but then you aren’t being true to yourself and it’s like walking on eggshells.”

“Yes! Exactly, thank you! Finally someone gets it. My mom’s been telling me to go out and make friends, but when I tell her what you just said I’m being weird and need to get over myself. Ugh mothers.”

“Mmmm that might just be yours, love.”

“… Eh, fair enough.”

We begin to fall into a rhythm of conversation- talking about everything and nothing which felt so natural, all of my walls seemingly vanish as two hours go by. By the fifth hour- which has consisted of orange juice, pizza and ice cream I ask the unthinkable.

“You wanna have sex?”

“What?”

“Holy. Crap. SHIT! WHAT THe aCTUAL FUcK~! Y/N!!!!”

“Whaaa~aaat?” I avoid eye contact and getting up quickly I take my dishes to the kitchen, “Where the heck is Jane? It’s like 11:30.”

“Y/N?” Standing up he grabs his dishes and makes his way over.

“No, no, you can leave them there, I’ll get them.”

Too late, he’s already next to me staring at me. Skillfully (not really) I grab his dishes, place them in the sink and continue to avoid eye contact.

“Are you going to keep not looking at me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m washing dishes, something that requires me looking at them.” I focus hard on my task, “But I can spare you a glance. See?”

Huffing out a laugh he leans on the counter as we look at each other, because I’m not really paying attention to the plate in hand, it slides out of my grasp and breaks in the sink.

1…

2…

3…

“And that’s why you don’t take your eyes off the dishes!” I rinse the soap off my hands and go to pick up the pieces.

“I’m sorry, here let me, it’s my fault.” Reaching in he grabs the pieces from me.

“Alright, the trash can is behind you.” Drying my hands I lean against the kitchen sink, “Okay I gotta ask.”

“Ask what?” He stops in his tracks with wide eyes.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you did something wrong. That isn’t what I wanted to ask by the way.”

“Oh, I don’t know. What was your actual question?”

“Are you wearing underwear?”

1…

2…

3…

4…

“Ummmmm.”

“Never mind, forget I asked-”

“-No.”

“I see…Okay, then.”

1…

2..-

“You wanna have sex?”

1..-

“Yes.”

….Present Day….

“…WWWHAATT!! THE FU~CK?!”

“Sssssshhhhhhh! Damn Kitty!”

“I just!- I can’t- You had- With someone you just!- How? HOw? HHOOOWWWAAAHHH?!”

“I- I don’t know? It just happened! What was I supposed to do? I asked him first!”

“I know, I know but I just! I- I just!” She stares at the floor with wide eyes holding the sides of her head, as if she just had a brain freeze, “Oh my god! Please tell me you used protection!”

1…

2…

3…

Her eyes get wider.

4…

5…

Her mouth falls open.

6…

I hang my head and groan.

7…

“Y/NNNNNN!!!!! Baby, no! You don’t- I cannot believe THIS! Come on!” She grabs my arm and pulls me up.

“What, where are we going?”

“To get you a pregnancy test and make you an appointment with an OBGYN!”

“Oh my god Kitty calm down! It’s not that serious.” I yank my arm away.

“Yes, yes it is! When was the last time you had sex?”

1…

2…

3…

4…

“…never…”

5…

6…

7…

8…

“Kitty?”

9…

10…

11…

12…

“You… Never? Ever? He.” Her face goes from shock to anger very quickly, “I’m gonna kill him!”

“Ah come on Kitty, it’s not that serious, okay. Plus I had a great time, it was fine. And I’m not gonna have little versions of myself running around any time soon.”

“I’ll have you know the “Pull Out” game means nothing to Mother Nature, you wanna fuck around fine, but fuck around with protection- while you have protection! Saying it like that sounds wrong.”

“I’m glad you caught it. Besides just because we didn’t use a condom doesn’t mean anything, I’m on the pill, dude.”

“Well, that’s good, but I just want you to be safe.” She gives me a tight hug.

“I know and I will be. I promise.” I squeeze her back just as tightly. “But I don’t mind seeing an OBG.”

“Alright let’s go! Wow, I can’t believe you did the do.” She bumps shoulders with me as we walk to the parking lot.

“Honestly I can’t either.”

“So, how was it?”

“Fine? I guess. I don’t have anything to compare it to… Maybe I can ask Loki?”

“Don’t you dare!” We climb into her car and make our way into town, “Wait, you said you felt conflicted, was it because you had a one night stand?”

“…Well, it wasn’t a one night stand, exactly.” I give her a nervous smile.

“Are you seeing each other?”

“Kind of?”

“Why do you sound unsure?”

“And this is where I feel conflicted. I haven’t told Dru- Barry.”

“Huh?!? Why would that matter? It’s not like you guys talking or anything… Are you?!”

“No no no no. No! We aren’t, but he keeps asking me to hang out with him, but I- ugh I just don’t… know if it’s a good idea?”

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“How do you feel about Barry?”

Stunned silence is all I can give her, that’s exactly the thing I’ve been trying to avoid, confront, think about, see- I’ve just been ignoring possible scenarios about Druig and myself because…

“Because I have Richard! Why would I focus on another person when I’m having fun with Richard? That just doesn’t seem fair to me, so I forget my troubles and worries (and feelings) and focus on my Scotsman.” I just wish I said all of this to Kitty, thankfully she can’t press the issue due to her phone ringing. Sighing I rest my head back on the headrest and one thought pops in my mind.

“I should really stop pretending I’m having sex with Druig when it’s Richard.”

Fuck.

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Tag list: @aquanova99 @tompetersebbuckyhazleo @slytherin-shitposts @treaclesquirrel

Moving across the country is hard, but moving with a 6 month old is even harder. Writing has been hard since I haven’t been getting many ideas, not only that but I’ve also been working on some other fics; one being my Floop x OC (I’m excited to share that one). Hopefully I can post more for this story, but we’ll see, I really do want to finish it. For anyone who read it I hope you like’d it!

#druig #eternals #fanfiction #college au #druig x reader #druig x you #playing with fire #angst #marvel #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel x you #marvel x reader #ikaris #Ikaris x reader #Ikaris x y/n #kitty pryde #Loki #college life #mild violence

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not-reagan · 3 years

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milf: man i love forests

pairing: deforester boo seungkwan x frat boy mirror demon han jisung (side pairing reagan x rainbow)

genre: crack, strangers to friends to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: cursing, brief supernatural elements, i don’t know if this applies but all lcase, and i listened to christmas music and abba while writing this

word count: 2.7k

authors note: happy birthday @miyuuraiura !! i am so sorry about this monstrosity being your birthday gift but you asked for it so it's your fault entirely. i was gonna include some context on this story for those who are not rainbow and i but actually i don't think i will.

seungkwan did what he could to get by. he loved nature, he really did, but sometimes you have to make moral sacrifices to survive. he was a college kid strapped for cash, and when he saw a sign reading “GET RICH QUICK, INVEST IN DEFORESTATION” in the summer going into his freshmen year, he jumped at the opportunity. sure, he would have rather been a freelance singer, hired for bar-mitzvahs and children's parties, but that job market was flooded at the moment.

jisung, on the other hand, had no care for nature. actually, he didn't care for any human things, apart from “banging parties, booze, the boys™, and bitches”. he hated quite a bit about earth, the worst of all to him being college. as a demon, he had no reason to attend university, but after he was summoned in the bathroom of a frat house by the school’s power couple; rainbow and reagan, he felt obliged to follow the two around and keep them company.

for seungkwan, his main job rarely required in person work. he usually just chose plots of land to demolish, and sent plans to local managers. the only time he actually had to knock down any trees himself was during his summer break. he has a part time job of course, but it didn't provide him enough cash to survive. for someone with a job as a deforester, he truly did do what he could to save the environment. he joined his schools environmental club, becoming vice president his sophomore year because of his work with them. he kept his job a secret, not even telling his parents where the influx of cash was coming from. he kept a low profile and went through the motions of life. he didn't have much of a social life, with his small amount of friends being from the environmental club.

han jisung found joy in witnessing his professors and fellow students lose their minds over his lack of effort in class. he did the bare minimum and still passed with flying colors. most of all, it angered his seatmate in earth science, who happened to be none other than boo seungkwan. seungkwan was a hard worker in everything he did, particularly in school. he didn't get the best grades, but by no means was he the worst. averaging a steady B+, seungkwan spent most of his nights studying or working, rarely going to parties and enjoying himself only through one person karaoke rooms.

this fact upset jisung. he didn't know why, but seeing seungkwan so tired every day made him feel sad(? jisung wasn't sure what it made him feel. it was an emotion he had never experienced before. rainbow told him it meant he had a crush. to this he threw an empty soda can at them). not to mention seungkwan’s upsetting karaoke addiction, which he knew all about the danger of because of reagan, who spent most of her weekends drunk and singing. jisung didn’t know why he took such a liking to seungkwan. what he did know was that he was ecstatic to find that they would be paired together for a project. a project that required quite a bit of teamwork, and a lot of after school work sessions.

seungkwan liked to think that he didn’t hate anyone. he hated evil people, like hitler and stalin and jyp, but he didn’t really hate anyone besides the worst of the worst. that was until he experienced jisung. he wasn’t sure why jisung always talked to him when he was trying to take notes in class. he especially wasn’t sure why he was so excited to be partnered up together for the project that was worth 25% of their grade. seungkwan was less than happy to have to cooperate with jisung for an extended period of time, and he was not looking forward to letting him into his dorm room, or going anywhere near jisung’s frat house. seungkwan had no idea what he was pushed into.

they planned to meet at the cafe on campus at 5:00 pm after class. seungkwan was less than happy. jisung was thrilled. when jisung arrived seungkwan was sitting at a table drinking an americano and working on an english essay. he wasn't sure how to approach him, slowly walked closer before tapping on his shoulder. seungkwan jolted in his seat.

“jesus fuck jisung. you scared the crap out of me,” seungkwan gasped. jisung’s ears flushed as he brought his hand to the back if his neck.

“sorry,” he started, pausing for a second before starting again, “why don't we get started?”. he swung his bag down to the ground as he took a seat. seungkwan offered a small, non genuine smile before pulling out the project’s guidelines.

“let's try to finish this as quickly as possible. im pretty busy and don't have much time to fool around.” seungkwan said. jisung felt his heart drop. did seungkwan really think that little of him? granted, he always dozed off in class but he got his work done on time and in an orderly fashion. he felt his mind begin to wander. if seungkwan felt this way about him now, how would he feel when he found out that jisung was a demon. would seungkwan start to like him if he knew him better? jisung couldn't figure out why he cared so much about how seungkwan perceived him. he had never had an issue with others opinions of him before, so what made seungkwan so different? for some reason, jisung felt the need to connect with seungkwan. if not for himself, then at least to help him let loose.

after working silently on each of their portions of the projects for 3 hours, jisung finally spoke up. “do you want to maybe come to my party next month? well, it's not my party, it's for rainbow’s birthday. i know you're not one for social interaction but it would be cool to see you there. i’ll give you the details if-”

“i’d love to go,” seungkwan cut off jisung’s rambling. to be honest, he wasn't exactly sure what he was agreeing to, but he knew it would shut jisung up, and seungkwan valued his peace and quiet. part of him also just felt downright bad for the other. he seemed to be trying awfully hard to become friends with seungkwan, and he wouldn’t admit it, seungkwan had started to warm up to the boy. he really wasn’t as much of an issue as he had thought before, and was actually really respectful of seungkwan’s wishes. maybe i’ll give him a chance, seungkwan thought before going back to his work.

over the next month, jisung and seungkwan continued meeting to work on their project. seungkwan was less short with the other, and jisung was still red faced every time seungkwan decided to talk to him, which became quite frequently over the next few weeks. jisung was starting to realize that the feelings he had for seungkwan were not simply platonic, and that he didn’t just want to be friends with him. with the help of rainbow and reagan, he had come to the conclusion that he really, really liked seungkwan, and that he was going to do something about it. remembering that he had invited seungkwan to the party, he devised a plan to not only tell seungkwan about his whole “i’m actually a demon” thing, but also about his true feelings. it wouldn't be easy, but it was what he had to do.

a month later, seungkwan still wasn’t exactly sure why he had agreed to go to jisungs frat house at 9:00 pm on a saturday night. yet there he was, standing on the front porch of a large house, wondering if he should bite the bullet and walk in, or spare himself and leave right then. he didn't get a choice, however, as rainbow and reagan stepped out of the house giggling while clutching onto each other. both stopped in their tracks when they saw seungkwan. the couple and seungkwan stared at each other for a good minute before seungkwan shook himself from his trance.

“hey rainbow!” seungkwan started, “and reagan too. i know we aren’t super close, but jisung invited me and i thought i’d just drop by and wish you a happy birthday.” he passed her a birthday card filled with $50 bucks and then turned to leave. “i’ll leave you guys now. have a great birthday!” before seungkwan could get very far, however, rainbow grabbed him by the arm.

“hey, i’d love if you’d stay! at least go say hi to jisung. i’m sure he’d like to see you,” she said, silently making note to have jisung pay her back for being a great wingwoman.

“he’s probably hiding in the second floor bathroom. if you don't see him in there, just say his name three times in front of the mirror. he’ll appear.” reagan explained. seungkwan thought she was joking. how wrong he was.

following his entrance to the house, he had to refuse not one, not two, but three different people who were looking to give him bottles or cups of something which seungkwan presumed to be various types of alcohol. navigating through the house was difficult, reaching the stairs to the second floor only after running into numerous people borderline fucking on two large couches in the living room, a smoke circle taking place in what seungkwan assumed to be a dining room, and a very aggressive makeout session against a wall. once he finally reached the second floor, he had some difficulty finding the bathroom, accidentally walking in on reagan and rainbow, who had miraculously made it upstairs faster than he had.

“if you don’t stop shitting constantly i am going to break up with you! also, stop taking feet pics! it’s weird!” he heard rainbow shout.

“at least i can eat seafood! how does it make your head hurt? you’re the weakest link! that fucking seafood platter was delicious. and you know what, i’m glad i didn’t have to share it with you!” reagan responded. seungkwan quickly shut the door, not wanting to get involved in whatever drunken argument was going on there. after a bit more searching, he finally stumbled across the right room. knocking first to see if anyone was in there, he entered, and to his surprise, nobody was there. jisung was nowhere to be seen. seungkwan reviewed his options. he could a) leave the party, or b) continue to look around the packed house. but there was another option. he thought about it for a second.

“what's the harm in trying,” seungkwan thought out loud, before staring directly into the mirror.

“han jisung, han jisung, han jisung.”

nothing happened. that's what seungkwan thought, until a minute later the lights in the bathroom flickered off and the mirror began to glow. “what. the. fuck,” seungkwan managed to squeak out before falling backwards into the tub. first a leg emerged, then two arms, and finally the rest of jisung’s body.

“i feel like the genie in aladin every time i have to get into a fucking mirror,” jisung complained before seeing seungkwan toppled over. to that view, he jumped down off the counter and moved to help him up. seungkwan, aside from falling, seemed to be reacting well to the whole situation, at least in the sense that instead of freaking out he seemed to be in a state of shock. jisung took this as a good sign, and lifted the motionless body up onto the toilet seat.

“hey seungkwan, you there?” jisung waved his hand in front of seungkwan's face as he slowly came to his senses.

“what kind of twisted party trick was that?” seungkwan asked, pretty seriously. jisung just laughed.

“you summoned me from the mirror. i’m like a funny version of michael jackson except i'm a demon and not a man in the mirror.” jisung explained. seungkwan just stared. “are you ok kwan? do you want me to get you some water?”

“it was… kind of sick.” seungkwan stated. he didn't know why he wasn't scared. under any other circumstance like this one, he probably would have shit his pants. for some reason he felt comfortable around jisung. he felt warm. he felt seen. it was something he hadn't felt before. that's when he realized. he wondered why it took himself to long to figure it out. he never hated jisung. he just didn't know what to do with the fact that he made him feel special, and that he felt as though he belonged when they were together. it had hit him why he was so nervous the whole night, why he had wanted to make such a good impression, and why he was willing to embarrass himself by calling out jisungs name as opposed to just choosing to go home. it was because he loved him.

“can i tell you something?” both of the boys said at the same time. jisung giggled and seungkwan flushed red. **authors note! bonus starts here**

“you first,” seungkwan offered. he wasn't exactly sure he would be able to make it through a sentence without getting any redder than he already was.

jisung took this opportunity to finally get his true feelings out into the air, “i like you… uhh like, i like like you. i have since we first became seatmates. well, i think that's when i've liked you since. i knew whe-”

“you're rambling again,” seungkwan told him. jisung flushed a dark shade of pink. “it's a habit of yours. i think it's cute actually.” seungkwan wasn't sure where his sudden surge of confidence came from, but he was glad it came. he was standing up now, holding jisungs hands in his. jisungs heart was racing a mile a minute as he looked down at their intertwined hands and them back up, catching seungkwan looking directly at his lips. “can… can i kiss you?” seungkwan stuttered out. jisung couldn't find his words, so he opted to just nod.

when their lips connected, seungkwan could have sworn he heard fireworks. he did later find out that someone was setting off a firework in the back yard, but it was the thought that counted. their lips melted together perfectly, and seungkwan wondered why it took him so long to admit his feelings to himself. he could have been kissing jisung for a month before this.

once they finally parted, seungkwan spoke softly, “i like you too. i think that's pretty obvious now but just in case you didn't know.” jisung had the dumbest, most confused face on, and seungkwan had the brightest smile he'd ever had. seungkwan had rendered jisung speechless, for once in his life. not long after, they started kissing again, content with their emotions and their new relationship.

seungkwan was never one to believe that good things were permanent. he was overdramatic, stubborn, and hated interacting with people outside his small social circle. that was until han jisung came along. he was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he could let someone else into his life.

jisung was a simple man. well, not a man, but he was simple nonetheless. he liked banging parties, booze, the boys™, and bitches. well maybe there was one more thing he liked. he knew for sure he liked boo seungkwan. maybe he loved him. maybe seungkwan even felt the same way.

-fin

**BONUS**

reagan and rainbow leaned up against the door to eavesdrop on their matchmaking work.

“holy shit!” reagan gasped.

“what is it?? tell me what happened. you're hogging up the door!” rainbow hissed.

“our boy is so grown up,” reagan pretended to cry. “put your goddamn ear up here.” rainbow felt her ear connect with the cold door just as jisung confessed his feelings.

“i like you… uhh like, i like like you. i have since we first became seatmates. well, i think that's when i've liked you since. i knew whe-” his next words were cut off on the girls side of the door as reagan squealed.

“shut your mouth! seungkwans saying something!!” rainbow said, obviously annoyed that reagan was obstructing her ability to hear the exchange.

“can… can i kiss you?” they heard seungkwan say. both looked at each other in shock.

“oh. my. god.” was all rainbow could say.

“i think we should give them some alone time,” reagan suggested as she tugged rainbow down the hall.

“i think we need some alone time for ourselves,” rainbow said as reagan pushed her into a random room and locked the door behind them.

#kpop #seventeen #stray kids #svt #skz #fanfic #guys i am so sorry #seungkwan #jisung #boo seungkwan #han #han jisung #a birthday gift #miyuuraiura #for you 💕#han jisung x boo seungkwan #jisung x seungkwan #han x seungkwan

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lightsorigins · 3 years

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An inefficient world

03 Marckabeth 2010

3:42 pm, Mysticiën,

Lausya, Estery High School

Squeezed into an uncomfortable wooden chair, Sarasvatî had her arms folded. She had been staring at Madame Bigot, her biology teacher, for a few minutes. After having finished her tirade on a part of the course, this last one also observed Sara during a few seconds. The setting sun was illuminating her short jet hair and her strong gaze. She was imperturbable, yet everything about her indicated a latent irritation.

- Sarasvatî, do you have something to add?

She sighed at length before answering.

- You send me sorry, but you can't understand anything in a class where you get lost in so many details.

- These details are in Sara's program. If you work harder, you'll understand more.

At the agreement of his words, his gaze caught fire.

- That I work more? Me? In this room, I'm sure that no one understood a word of what you've just explained. You start to talk to us about how Anima and Menha work, and then you digress about your theories about the most powerful elements to bring down the Anima of our opponents, even though we are not even atmologists. It had nothing to do with the beginning of the session, and we haven't even been given a lecture on the primary elements yet!

- Sara...

- Don't expect me to believe that your assumptions about how things work are part of the program. Everyone here knows that you were not a high school teacher last year.

Madame Bigot was a red-headed meïlith with very light blue skin. Her big green eyes opened more and more to Sara's insolence. Discreet and kind, she had indeed shown for some sessions difficulties in giving her course in a sufficiently clear manner. Suddenly, she gave a big blow on her desk with the flat of her hand.

- Enough! You will bring me your notebook at the bell. I cannot accept such behavior in this room. Class representative or good student, I don't care!

- Instead, say that you are unable to accept reality and the criticisms that go against your ineffective methods," Sara replied before taking out her notebook and putting it at the end of the table.

- Pardon? exclaimed the professor.

- Nothing. Nothing that you wouldn't be able to hear.

She was dying to make him swallow her tongue with an atmos. Something that would have made her feel like making a fool of herself in front of all those students, but Laura Bigot would be in big trouble with the Grand Council of Atmology if she did so. However, she could already see herself joining hands, forming a skillful circle and whispering "Totopo lu hodo". A wooden cocoon would then have formed around Sarasvatî, who would have had no choice but to keep quiet. The pupils would then have said to each other "It is not necessary to joke with Mrs. Bigot! ». She would have earned the respect she had hoped for, continued her course and shared her intelligent theories on the functioning of the elements. Yet, instead...

- What's up? Are you going to take this notebook, yes or no? Instead of standing stupidly in front of me staring at me.

- Leave this room immediately Sara. You will have a report that you will remember for a long time. I would have liked to talk with you calmly, but it is obviously not possible.

- Anyway, it's going to ring. I would have liked to avoid this with you, but it seems to me that we have already talked about this problem. I won't be able to get a higher education with your damn theories. You simply have no right to do that. I'll talk to the director about it tomorrow. I'll see you soon.

Madame Bigot kept talking, but Sara had already moved on. Then the bell rang. It was an unpleasant, strident, repetitive sound that she had never enjoyed hearing. She grabbed her black leather jacket and put it over her long sky-blue dress. Grabbing her bag, she walked towards the exit, expressionless. Her step was heavy, fast and sure. She didn't greet anyone and stopped at the door. Once in the hallway, Sara stretched out her arm and let her diamond shûmberr skin handbag dangle nimbly from her fingertips. Staring down at the large alley, a long sigh of impatience escaped from between her lips. Suddenly, a young sygreliad with long blond hair rushed towards her and grabbed her bag.

- Sorry Sara, I hadn't finished writing everything down. Damn, your bag is heavy today, what did you put in it?

- It's the weight of Madame Bigot's bullshit, did you see how it weighs?

Annabelle smiled an embarrassed smile at him. Sara mimicked her expression by mimicking a despicable nonsense before continuing.

- Where's Marvin? Is he going to suck up to miss bullshit, or is he going to show up?

A large wazardin with a tousled coat ran out of the room, jostling Sara and Annabelle as they passed by. He stumbled a few seconds later, knocking over all of his comrade's things in the hallway. His ruby eyes were lost in Sara's, who stared at him without blinking.

- Ah shit, I thought you two had left," he said, laughing and nervously scratching his head.

- Marvin, I think I'm going to destroy you and your whole family," Sara said dryly.

- But you still intend to continue to help me with the merçembuth history presentation?

- Maybe, if you pick up everything you just spilled in less than thirty seconds. After that time, I might purposely insert errors in your homework and insult the teachers to get you kicked out of school.

Marvin swallowed his saliva and picked it all up, helped by Annabelle, who then picked up Sara's purse. They continued on their way out of the school. Snow was falling in large flakes on Lausya. It was a venckelbuth of the month of jalestar. This year's system was particularly cold. Every day, Sarasvatî, Annabelle and Marvin came home from school together because their homes were on the same road. Since middle school, the three teenagers had spent a lot of time together working on subjects in which they were struggling. Despite her bullying attitude, Sara knew she needed Annabelle's help in math. In return, she would help them out when they had arguments with other students, but also in other subjects where Annabelle and Marvin were not performing as well as she did.

- It took exactly twenty-four seconds to pick up everything," says Annabelle. That's it, you're saved for your homework Marvin!

- No, because you helped him so it doesn't count. So I'm not going to help you, too," Sara replied.

Annabelle's face decomposed. The young sygreliad gradually slowed down her walk, when Sara suddenly ripped her purse from her hands.

- Oh, but we can't even laugh anymore? It's not possible that! I'll help you anyway, I'm not a monster ! We've known each other for a long time, seriously. You're the only two people I accept to talk to, stop being afraid like that for a little bit, otherwise I won't hang out with you anymore.

- You'll have to excuse me Sara, but considering how mad you were at Madame Bigot earlier, it doesn't make you want to be more upset than that.

- You have nothing to do with it, I wouldn't be stupid enough to make you pay for miss bigou's incompetence. And what do you think of what I said to her? Did you understand what she was talking about?

- I don't know," Annabelle hesitated. I was interested in her ideas, but she did talk fast. Anyway, it wasn't going to last long. Do you really think that letting her talk a little bit about it from time to time is so bad?

- The problem is there, and you both need to think about it too. Like me, you would like to become good atmologists later on, wouldn't you? Imagine letting all of our teachers knock us out with their unproven hypotheses for five to ten minutes per hour-long class. Imagine, in total, how much time we will have wasted! That would mean that...

Marvin grabs her by the arm and pulls her onto the road. Sara was so carried away by his explanation that she hadn't seen that it was time to cross.

- That would mean a lot of time would be lost," he added calmly. I know, it's okay. But only Madame Bigot does that. She is new, you said it yourself, and despite that she is still a good teacher!

Sara stared at him before raising her eyes to the sky.

- How much did you get at his last checkup, Marvin? Honestly?

- I got 8 out of 20, and you know very well that I usually get half in organic classes!

- Marvin, you got 8 and I got 10, whereas in bio I normally go out with at least 16. She's not a good teacher. And I need a record that is relevant to my entry into the top universities in Mysticiën. I have tried to be patient, I have already talked to her about the situation but the very next day she does the same thing to me. I wish she had at least been honest and told me clearly that she would continue to do as she pleased.

- And if she had said that, are you sure you wouldn't have done something, like spilling all her stuff on the floor or yelling at her that she's just incompetent?

Sara slowed down her walk slightly and began to contemplate the sky for a few seconds as a sign of reflection. Suddenly, her gaze returned to Annabelle.

- Yeah, you have a point. Are we still on for math tomorrow at 4:00?

- Yes, I have notified my parents. I leave you here, see you tomorrow!

She walked away discreetly. Sara and Marvin watched the silhouette in the small white coat disappear in the distance towards the east of the city, rubbing her arms against herself to warm up before she could go home. Marvin patted Sara on the back before bursting into laughter.

- Hey, Marvin. Really, I'm going to end up killing you if you touch me a third time.

- You're not cool to make Annabelle carry your bag like that! Look how tiny and cute she is in her coat, she still looks like a little girl.

They went the other way before Sara continued.

- I took advantage of this before she became a school principal. She will eat us all if we don't dominate her first. Look at her, with her little feet and her nice attitudes. She's hiding an evil genius, that's for sure.

- Aren't you projecting your own attitudes onto her?

- No. And you want to carry my bag instead maybe?

- I can't promise I'll never drop it if you let me do it, but we can always try, I guess.

At the agreement of her words, she jumped up and down to try to slap him on the back of the head. Marvin ducked, and the two teenagers began to chase each other around town. The discussion turned into a brief snowball fight, won by Sarasvatî. In their bickering, they had reached Marvin's family home, which was still lying on the ground. Before he got up, Sara approached him with a huge amount of snow in her arms.

- What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Notorious Criminal? she asked comically.

Marvin concentrated with all his strength and a pink glow covered him. Sara frowned, wondering what idiocy he was up to. A few seconds later, he had taken on the appearance of Sara herself.

- Nothing. Nothing that you wouldn't be able to hear. "He replied seriously and solemnly, to imitate Sara's phrase when she had argued with their teacher.

When she understood, she covered her face with snow and started kicking him. Marvin laughed and laughed for a good five minutes before getting up and returning to his original shape.

- Wazardins, you are really dangerous people. I hope you don't take my appearance to do anything in front of others.

- Given the sanctions that await me if I do that, it's better that I avoid. Well, I'm out of here. Get home safe, and don't kill your brother if he's done something stupid, okay?

- Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow.

Sara's home was a few dozen meters from here. All she had to do was cross a few roads, turn a couple of blocks, and she would find the park and then the building where she lived with her brother and mother. As she continued on her way silently, Sara got lost in her thoughts. She was still organizing her future, already imagining herself in a prestigious university, studying atmology as a Creator. The Creators combine the energies of Fire and Plants to fight and explore the world. What seduced Sara in this atmological discipline was the possibility of giving life to living creatures to fight at her side. Federating a team that she would have made entirely with her own hands... nothing could make her dream stronger.

Suddenly, as she was walking at a brisk pace, her foot stumbled on a thick piece of carjaline, in the middle of a park that she travels home through every day. Intrigued, she stopped to observe it more closely. The thick black debris reflected an intense glow. She recognized the fragments of black tourmaline, through which the last rays of the sun were seeping, then she sighed at length. It was a mechanical arm, and Sara knew exactly where it came from.

- I guess it's not ironic to have one intervention a year since high school by the Guild of Renovators, while the mayor himself leaves his pieces of inventions lying around anywhere...

She gave a huge kick to the robot arm. The noise resonated through the entire alloy. Sara looked a little further and recognized a hand also made of carjaline. Ecology was a cause that was close to her heart, also because she had become aware early on of the harmful effects that occur when no one pays attention to it. As she walked along the road again, she plunged into her memories. Many alloys and castings like these were not so easily recycled, and ended up impacting not only the fauna and flora, but also the people of Lausanne. As

far back as she can remember, Oscar Fanghël, the mayor of Lausya, has always considered the town as an experimental field of choice to test his prototypes. No one ever really knew what he was creating so many of them for. No one ever knew why he did not stop despite the numerous requests of the people of Lausya, and even worse: no one ever knew why the GCA (Great Council of Atmosphology), or even the GCM (Great Council of Martial Arts), had never acted in the face of this problem. Still, some members of the Guilde des Rénovateurs came to the aid of the lausois, but with great discretion.

Sara suspected well-disguised political shenanigans. She and other lausois knew that the ancestry of the Fanghël family was highly respected, had a long arm and could quickly come to grips with any opponent. This disturbing prospect probably kept many people silent. She swore to herself, however, that when she became powerful enough, Sara would make Oscar eat all his prototypes one after the other. She hoped that Annabelle, Marvin and her other friends would join her cause and that one day this city, and others suffering similar injustices, would become more effectively managed.

She finally reached the square in her neighbourhood: a poorly maintained place, decorated with a few benches and children's games, half of which had been seriously damaged. Buildings rose up around her, as if they were contemplating her with all the coldness of the system. A cold draught suddenly woke her up, awakening a wave of shivers that ran down her spine. She clenched her teeth, cursed and started looking for her keys in her bag before reaching the entrance hall. Then a strange smell tickled her nostrils. She knew that smell well.

- Nanthilia? Seriously, some guys start smoking this early in the day?

The fragrance was far too close for Sara to resist knowing who, in this neighborhood she knew on the tip of her fingers, was having fun rolling nanthilia joints. The local youth - and the youth from elsewhere - loved it for the fun and soothing psychic effects it provides. Sara then discreetly walked around the large building to the right, surreptitiously walked along the wall and bent down to see if there were people further away. She heard laughter, including one she could recognize from among a thousand. A group of four young boys sat on a bench at the back of the building and laughed loudly. She approached them discreetly. From then on, only a few centimeters separated her from the boys.

One of them turned around and fell face to face with Sara. With a hiccup of surprise, he jumped up and tripped his butt first on the field of grass. She still had her arms folded and that imperturbable expression that described her so well.

- Oh damn it! cried the young man who had just fallen. Why didn't you say you were there, Sara?

She didn't answer, then looked at another boy in the group. He was shorter than the others, had a black hair in a battle, big black eyes, and wore a red flannel shirt with white checks. He was the one with the nanthilia joint in his hands. His eyes were red with fatigue. When Sara saw the joint between her fingers, she raised her eyebrows without taking her eyes off it. The young man did not blink.

- Name of a kannidus, Sara. Do you want to become a cop for the GCs now or what's it like? You can shove your witchy eyes up your ass.

- Are you kidding me, Kieran? she replied.

Sara moved towards him to rip the joint out of his hands, but in response, he backed away. She grabbed him by the arm and eventually ripped it off, threw it to the ground, and crushed it vigorously with the tip of her foot.

- We had an agreement between the two of us. You had to behave better and make an effort because I warned you about the consequences of this thing, and I find you three days later smoking with three idiots from the neighbourhood?

- Oh eh, that's good," replied one of them, ready to defend his cause.

Feeling the anger rising, Sara turned to them as if to forbid them to dare to speak again. The boys preferred to stay there and walk away, stunned by the effects of the nanthilia. Sara began to feel tired and disappointed. She didn't take her eyes off Kieran, who, on the other hand, was very angry.

- You're really annoying when you get into it. I've already told you that this situation is my business! Why don't you want to get off my back, don't you have classes to study or whatever else you need to do in your corner with your nerdy friends?

For the umpteenth time today, she sighed.

- We're talking about your future Kieran, I'm not doing this just to annoy you. I'm your sister, it's my job to warn you about the effects of these things! Do you realize that mercenaries and explorers use this to cause psychic disturbances on their opponents? Do you think it's normal to blow your head off with it?

- Yes! because it's my skull and I do what I want with it! I don't want to do mega-studies like you, me.

She remained silent as Kieran assailed her with all her favorite phrases to express her desire for independence and freedom. Her tirades continued for minutes on end. In the hall, in the elevator, and until they entered the apartment. He slammed the front door with all his might.

- If you're going to sneak up on me like that all the time, I'm just going to end up breaking into someone else's house without telling anyone! I'm tired of having you on my ass, you understand that? You're pissing me off!

- You're not doing what you want here Kieran," she shouted back. You're fourteen years old, you're a minor, you don't have to make these kinds of decisions, let alone talk to me like that! And if you want to run away, I'm going to find you whether you like it or not!

This time it was the door to Kieran's room that slammed. A few seconds later, he launched a hard rock song at maximum volume. Sara was about to tell him to turn it down, but when she put her hand on the latch, she heard him turn the key in the lock. She put her hands to her hair and growled in irritation before going into the kitchen. The room was dirty, dimly lit with a light that Sara often described as "too white. Tired from work, her mother Naska didn't always have time to clean the apartment. Kieran would never get down to it, and Sara was far too busy working on her lessons.Putting her purse on the floor, she abruptly pulled out one of the chairs and dropped herself on it, taking her head in her hands and closing her eyes. A warm smell of boiled yone permeated the room. Naska, was cooking. Sara hated boiled food. It was the worst day she could have hoped for.

- Then my dear, why did your brother go to his room? Why are you still arguing? she asked softly.

- I've already come out of a class given by a poor incompetent and when I get downstairs, I find him smoking nanthilia with a bunch of jerks from the neighborhood. I had spoken with him not even a week ago, he told me that he understood and that he was going to make an effort, and look what he's doing!

- Don't be hard on your brother, honey.

- But how can I not be hard on him when he literally doesn't care about the world?

- You know that the situation is not easy for Kié. He needs time to act, and he's a young boy. Give him some time.

- If I'm the only one trying to be a little firmer with him, frankly, it's not going to help him. At some point you're going to have to do something serious. Let me remind you that I'm the one who pays for the private lessons that Amaëlle gives him! I work two days a week to help with homework for those in difficulty, but also to pay for her lessons! It's not by getting high on nanthilia every night that he's likely to learn things and use his memory well. I don't want to do that for nothing, it also impacts me, you understand?

Naska marked a time of silence. Busy with her dish, she grabbed a bowl of spices and poured a tiny part of it into the broth she was preparing. She then drained the fragrant rice before continuing.

- You should relax a little bit Sara. I know you do a lot, but you could ask Amaelle for an advance for the classes.

- No. I'm not going to do that. I just want Kieran to get to work.

- Be patient, there is no reason to get into all these states. You must not push him to leave the house. I will be sad if something happens to him.

- I am already patient. All the time. And so am I...

Sara felt that no matter what she might say, her mother would remain relaxed, or at least pretend to. Between the loud music played in her brother's room, the smell of boiled yone that was going to make her nauseous, and that incarnation with Madame Bigot earlier, she began to think that spending the evening here would be a bad idea. So she went to her room and made a call to Marvin.

- Hello Mrs. Solenelle?" he answered.

- Marvin, can I come to your house tonight?

- It depends on what for. Like, if it's for the presentation, I'm okay with it.

- Do you have fresh choums? Do you still have your two controllers to play with? Do you have an interesting topic of discussion in mind?

- Wow, we have a real program here, don't we?

- Yes or no?

- Yeah, yeah, it's quiet. Are you sure you're okay, Sara?

- I'll be there in five minutes. I'm sleeping at your place.

- Well, okay. I'll see you in a minute.

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1. what colors are in your room? Blues, grays, black, and some other brighter and more vibrant colors. 2. who was your favorite school teacher? My English professor Niki!3. what are some passions of yours? Finding the beauty in all things, helping others, arts and crafts (anything I can get my hands on I try to learn how to do - currently woodworking and painting are my faves) 4. when you drink coffee, do you like it black or with cream and sugar? Cream and sugar. 5. are you self-conscious about anything? if so, what? I don't really like to be the center of attention. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I guess I feel as though I'm not worthy or enough. Why would anyone want to focus their attention on me?...but I'm working on feeling enough. 6. do you have any tips for self-love? Do anything and everything you can to make yourself feel the way you should about yourself. 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I didn't really want a tumblr. The person I was dating at the time wanted me to have one so I did if they made it I would use it. I grew to loveee Tumblr instantly. 34. what's your face care routine? I like to wash my face in the shower, and use face masks. 35. freckles or dimples? Omg...the impossible question.. ermmm freckles! 36. name something you think should be banned from the universe. Littering. 37. tell us something you did as a kid that you loved. Every Sunday my dad and I used to go to the flea market. I miss it. 38. mom or dad? Mom. 39. do you buy expensive things just for the aesthetic or do you actually use everything you buy? Well we've already established I'm a broke college student sooo...typically if I buy it I'm going to use it and get its use out of it. I have a few items for show because I treat myself every now and again but not often. 40. tell us about something you're strongly opinionated about. Politics. 41. do you take peoples advice or do you have to figure things out yourself? I try to figure things out but I don't mind asking for advice whether or not I take it. 42. bra or no bra? Aha 😏😏43. would you rather be cute or comfy? Comfyyy! 44. tell us about a moment in your life where everything went just perfect. When I met her. 45. do you believe in anything? aliens? god? bigfoot? I believe in lots of things. Ghosts. Aliens. Purgatory or an "in between." Love. 46. how much water do you drink a day? I try to drink a lot of water, but I will treat myself with a Sprite here or there. Maybe some tea. 47. how do you feel about your natural hair? Ehhh. I used to hate it. I've more recently grown to like it. I wear it natural on occasion but typically straighten it. 48. what does the sky look like right now? clear? cloudy? pink? blue? rainy? It's looks like a sea of glitter because it's night time. 49. would you be a prince or a king? princess or a queen? 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The 5th from the top is a photo I took of a little fairytale garden named lichgate, and the 5th from the bottom is a picture of my beautiful girlfriend! 65. favorite movie and why? V for Vendetta. I'm fascinated with all of the symbolism. 66. do you watch studio ghibli? what's the first one you saw? what's your favorite one? Nope. 67. you're home alone. describe how the setting is. music? what kind of music? tv on? what show? Music of all sorts or TV while I do my homework. 68. how often do you say "i love you"? I try to say it as I feel it. I let someone know when I do. 69. do you have any weird things you obsess over? Office supplies and pennies 70. do you like being single or do you wish you had a partner? I have a partner!!! I love her very very much. I don't know what I'd do without her. 71. what's the last drink you had? Water. 72. talk about the easiest person to talk to. I would have to say my girlfriend. I'm lucky enough to have her as my gf and as my best friend! I also feel as though I could talk to my other besties about anything and everything. 73. give us some of your favorite blogs! Jiljer735, unevxntful, anything regarding the 100 lol 74. if you could have one wish, what would it be? That I could spend every day with the person I love. 75. do you sing in the shower? I love to! I can't promise it's good but I don't really care lol76. how often do you shave? or do you wax? or do you not shave? I like to shave my armpits very often. At least 4 times a week. Legs aren't always clean shaven. Maybe once or twice a week. I like to keep everything else nice a tidy. 77. tell us about a habit you wish you could stop. Biting my nails. 78. do you listen to your own advice? I try to. 79. do you love yourself? if not, are you trying to? I do a lot more than I used to. It's something that requires daily attention. 80. tell us about your favorite halloween!! what did you dress up as? did you get a lot of candy? I don't remember what I dressed up as, but I remember when I used to run around with my older brother hoping from neighborhood to neighborhood.81. first memory that pops in your head, talk about it. ...god take me back... she told me she never really liked the beach but she also hadn't been too too much...I decided to take her for a night trip to the beach. It was early spring, and the nights were still cold. We made it to the coast, and we laid out on a blanket beneath a sea of stars glistening across the water. Soft music playing. We danced to our song. We watched as the waves crashed into the shore sending out a long blue sparkle because of the bioluminescent phytoplankton. 82. how are you? what are you feeling? how has your week gone? I am well, and I feel well. My week has been pretty stressful and incredibly hectic. 83. rant. I hate that I'm stuck here when I really want to be with my girlfriend on her birthday. I was supposed to see her this weekend but because of Hurricane Irma I refuse to let her travel to see me. 84. do you worry about something a lot? if so, what? That I bore people or that I'm not making them happy because they always seem to be distracted or focused on other things when I'm trying to talk to them. 85. do you think long distance works? I absolutely do, and I think it builds a stronger lasting bond. 86. would you date someone younger than you? older than you? Nope. I have a girlfriend. She's 11 months older. I've dated up to 9 years older and 2 years younger though. I prefer older. 87. name some people you'd love to meet. Umm. Idk.... I'd have to really think about it for a while.... I don't have an answer atm. 88. what were some things you were scared of as a kid? Spiders, needles, furbies, and happy clowns...scary clowns are just fine...it's the happy ones you had to look out for! 89. tell us about your favorite birthday. Probably my 21st birthday that just passed! I got to celebrate with my family. 90. how is high school? It sucks monkey balls. I'm happy in college. 91. tell us the worst pick-up line you've ever heard...."how much does a polar bear weigh?" "enough to break the ice"92. every been groped or catcalled? how'd it make you feel? what did you do? I have been groped as well as catcalled. It made me pretty pissed because someone thought so low of me that they whistled at me like a dog or attempted to feel me up 93. opinion of feminism? Rock on! 94. tell us about a time you got embarrassed. Just recently. I don't really care to talk about it. 95. ever had a pregnancy scare? tell us about it! Never. One great thing about being hella gay is you have the best birth control. 96. tell us about your best friend. Well I've mentioned her quite a bit already and she's breath taking. She has the brightest and biggest heart. She inspires me often. Sam, my best friend of 16 going on 17 years is the bomb.com! I haven't been connected with my other bestie in a while but she's always in my heart and on my mind. I miss her like crazy! 97. what's your opinion on planning your life out? I think it's good to have a plan, but again, it's always great to just go and do. Be spontaneous. Do things that scare you. So what if it's awful timing. Make it work. Have an adventure. 98. describe what you think afterlife is like. I hope I'm reincarnated or that when I'm cremated that they'll plant a tree! 99. talking on the phone or texting? I used to say texting but there's nothing like hearing the voice of someone you care dearly for. 100. how do you feel about the way most teachers treat students? I think that most teachers are exactly their title. They're there to teach. Some are without a doubt awful teachers lol. Some are great, but very few are those ones that stick with us for the rest of our lives. I think teachers are incredible. They put up with a LOT of bullshit and yet are still willing to go out of their way to make sure you understand the things you're learning if only you ask. Many are there to help you. Genuinely help you. 101. what's a word you use more than others? Essentially, fuck, hella, uhhh I dunno.

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Baby Take My Hand

Don’t Fear the Reaper: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Paring: Pietro Maximoff/Reader

Tags: female reader, alternate universe - canon divergence, a lil bit canon compliant, mystery, ghosts, pre-Wanda/Vision, healing, mutants powers, fluff, angst, some spoilers for Captain America: Civil War.

Summary: There's a side effect occurring for resurrecting Pietro, and it's taking its toll on you. Will there be any hope to heal the healer, before it's too late?

Word Count: 1,640

Posting Date: 2016-06-30

Current Date: 2017-05-22

The following week, you stay in the bed. The doctors all say you're fine - a freak medical miracle! - but you don't feel fine. You feel - something. Off? Dazed? It's like you've touched something so pure and raw and you're blinded in the aftermath of the fallout. But no matter what, you're in bed. And everyone, naturally, is worried.

Outside your door, Tony and Clint exchange words as if you can't hear them through the thin walls. "What is - something is wrong with _______."

"Dude, she just woke up from a coma," Tony chastens him. "Don't be that guy."

Clint must have shrugged, because that was a very Clint thing to do. Then, "Okay, but someone has to wake her out of whatever she's in. It's like she's...I don't know, dying too? She hasn't spoken in days, Tony."

There's a knock, and you turn to the door. Slowly, you sit up a little in the bed, and flick the switch that Tony installed behind your bedhead, that allows entry to people when you're awake. Tony, and Clint enter, just like your ears had picked up. They're wearing their work-out gear for training, and for a moment you wonder if you can suggest to Clint to wear a sweatband over his forehead. It look quite becoming on him.

"Kiddo?" Tony sits on the end of your bed, and lays a hand on your legs through the sheets. "How are you feeling today?"

For a moment, you consider using sign language, it hurts so much to process words, even think them. What happened to your wordy self who had woken up a week ago? "I'm - tired," you whisper. "How's - how is - Pietro?" you wonder.

The Iron Man gives a wide smile. "He's been wondering if you'd ask for him, Pietro's been bugging us all day to see you." Tony touches a button on his watch, and a holographic projection comes over his face. "Alright, Speedy, you're allowed in."

Clint moves to the side, just as a blue blur rushes to where he had been only seconds ago. "______! Hello! I was wondering if you'd like to talk, or play cards, or both?" the speedster asked you.

"I'd - love to," you whisper.

Tony claps his hands. "Perfect. Hawkass and I'll just take a hike, leave you two crazy kids to your devices. You want Wanda and Vizh to come in too?" he asks the pair of you quickly.

"No, thank you," Pietro shakes his head.

---

"I think I am - dying," you confide in Pietro, just as the door clicks shut behind the two Avengers. You can't bear to watch Pietro's face fall, and you whisper quietly, "I don't want - to die."

He nods. "I know. I watched you, when Wanda summoned me," he blurts, a blush tainting his cheeks, "I fell in love with you, ______. I don't want you to die, either." You feel your face redden at his confession, but before you can comfort the fastest man alive in this universe, he adds, "I wondered if you still had communications with the bald man in the school."

You nod, and gesture to the nightstand. "Professor - Xavier. My phone."

At once, Pietro has opened your phone, and searching the contacts, dialled the number Charles Xavier had given to you for emergencies. You watch him cautiously; what kind of man, in your experience, confesses their admiration for you, and does all to save you without an ulterior motive? Okay, that was one time, and a couple of years ago, but since then you hadn't really opened up to people in a romantic way. Maybe it was caution, or just your luck, but that was to save your heart. Save your soul from hurting again.

"Hello, is this Professor Xavier?" Pietro asked the person on the other end of the line. "Yes, I know I'm calling from ______'s number, I'm Pietro Maximoff - yes, Wanda's brother." he answered the line. "Could I speak to Charles Xavier please? ______'s in trouble."

You reach for the phone, slowly. "Let me talk," you whisper. Gently, Pietro places the phone in your hand, and you lower your head to the mouth piece. "Jean? It's me. I - need - to speak," you pause, overcome by a bout of coughing, and taking a deep breath, "I need - to speak with Charles."

Before you know it, you've spoken with your mentor, and putting the phone on loudspeaker, Pietro overhears the plans for you to arrive at the school as fast as you can, in order not to allow you to deteriorate any more. Also, before you know it, Pietro has gathered you into his arms, and with your head on his shoulder, and legs tucked under his armpit, he rushes out of the door, and out of the compound before you can take another staggered breath.

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Upon arrival to the school, you can't help but puke in the urn by the door, as Pietro rings the bell. With every second, you watch Pietro nervously, leaning against him to stand. It's like you're wasting away with every second, slipping away to the world where you had accidentally brought him over from.

The door is answered by Jean, and following her bright hair up the stairs, Pietro carries you once again, this time slower, to the office you remember spending most of your schooling in when you had been a student. Behind his desk, is Professor Xavier, and standing, is a man in a strange cape and a strange aura.

"That was quick," the man standing comments. "I am Dr Strange, and you must be Pietro Maximoff. I sensed your arrival back to the land of the living." At your side, Pietro nods, and steadies you slightly. "Ah, and _______, the mutant we are here for. I see your ailment, and I know what to do."

You cough. "You - do?"

Dr Strange nods. "Yes, I have just completed the process with Logan Howlett, the Wolverine. Professor, do you have a place for Miss _______ to lay whilst I -,"

"If you would, please," Charles gestures to Jean, who in a swift movement, has levitated all on the large desk of his, and placed it on the shelves above her head. "Thank you, Miss Grey. Pietro, please place _______ onto the desk."

As Pietro gathers you into his arms again, you can't help but wish the moment would last forever. In the way that his eyes sparkle with unshed tears, the way his lips look ajar; like they are begging to be kissed. In this moment, you wonder if he is in love with you, and how long he had loved you as a ghost, and if there was any way he could prove it to you other than what he was doing for you in that moment. It was like you had found a perfect prince charming. The man of all dreams. But you, were dying.

"Pietro," you whisper.

He swallows, and placing you upon the desk, as carefully as he can, he places a kiss upon your forehead. He lingers, breath warming your face. "It will be okay, ______."

"Okay?" you repeat back. Timidly, you reach your hand to touch his cheek. "I love - you. I t-,"

Dr Strange cracks his knuckles, startling your hand and train of thought from Pietro. "I suppose I shall grab your soul, now, shall I?"

Before you can ask what he meant by that, or what would actually happen, or if he was an actual medically certified doctor at all, his gloved hands are placed on your midsection, and a white hot light fills your eyes. Then,

Nothing.

When your eyes open, you wonder if you've died. It feels like it. Your mouth tastes like mothballs, ears ringing a pretty tune. The faces you see come into focus around you; their expressions are that of people watching a miracle come true.

"Where am I?" you whisper.

The face of Pietro Maximoff comes in to view by your side. His eyes are wet with tears, but mouth wide with a smile. "You are back at the compound. Dr Strange transported you here after the procedure."

Blinking, you see the rest of the team around the bed come in to focus. It's like a flash back of what happened the first time you blacked out; everyone is around the bed. Clint and Nat are holding hands (wait, are they cuffed together?), Steve is glowing in sweat, and so is Sam. Tony and Thor stand, leaving Bruce to sit beside Vision and Wanda.

"Procedure? It's over?" you ask him.

Pietro nods. "When you retrieved me from the spirit world, a piece of your soul was trapped within." he notices your distress, and adds quickly, "It's all okay now. You're going to live."

"And now you have an even stronger mutation." Nat adds. She holds up her un-cuffed hand, and grins. "You healed my wrist in your sleep. Bye bye clunky cast."

Bruce nods. "It's legit. I did tests of your vitals, _______. You're practically a living battery now; you can practically heal someone anywhere from within a fifty mile radius -,"

Tony waves him off. "Hold up with the nerd stuff. Time for emotional stuff."

Wanda nods. "We've missed you. Don't ever leave again."

You nod, and glance to Pietro. There's a look in his eyes that he wants the same thing you do. "Is it okay, if, the emotional lovey-dovey family hug stuff happens later? I want some time with Pietro." you request the team.

Sam nods, and starts to wave everyone away from the bed. "You heard Reaper, everyone away from Speedy and _______."

Vision frowns, and turns to Wanda. "Are they going to kiss?"

Pietro stares at the android. "Yes. We are."

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