#the fact that he calls neil both a JOCK and TINY

[gay-strawberry]

u know that tiktok about grabbing a tiny notebook and taking it everywhere so you can make random doodles ? ive been doing it this month and its so much fun !! i thought i would share this page because i made an aftg doodle

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[btsunniemoonie]

Enchanted under the Snow (M)

⤳ author: Admin Sunnie

⤳ pairing: Teacher!Min Yoongi x Virgin!Reader

⤳ rating: 18+

⤳ warnings: dirty talk, a little dry humping, virgin kink if you squint (mention of blood because Y/N’s a virgin), cock warming, Yoongi has a giant cock

⤳ genre: smut, fluff, 90s AU

⤳ songs i’ve listened to while writing: richard hawley - darlin’, urge overkill/neil diamond - girl, you’ll be a woman soon

You never really had something for events like this. It was only a way to gather some students together, the popular students having fun like always and the ones who weren't as lucky as them had to sit around the tables, awkwardly sipping on the non-alcoholic beverage, looking around with curious eyes.

You were neither of them.

You had your little group of friends which consisted of three boys, all in the same age as you and in your class, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. They all stood around you and in a tiny corner of the big gym, sipping on their punch and talking about how the popular people danced together, here and there dropping a joke and making all of you laugh.

Their company was the reason why you even were there – that was what you tried to talk yourself into, but you knew better.

You knew exactly why you were here and that exact reason stood a few meters away from you, clad in a dark blue suit, fitting to the motto of this year's winter ball, Enchanted under the Snow.

His dark hair fell messy into his face, his pretty nose was up high as he tipped down the deep red beverage that was in his cup, his lips slightly red due to the liquid, but not that you minded that at all. His face was sharp, just as his eyes, which skimmed around the whole gym, trying to make out if anyone was breaking the rules or if something happened that shouldn't happen. He had a strong presence, he always had and he always oozed an authoritarian vibe which often made you tremble in your seat when he talked about the story of Dorian Grey.

It made him look all the more delicious, the way he talked about something that fascinated him. It ignited a spark in his students, but most importantly, he sparked something in you, something that you never felt before. It was an addicting feeling and such a forbidden one too – you found yourself fantasizing about his plush lips often, especially on lonely nights, imagining how wonderful his lips must feel on around your throbbing cli-

“Hey, ___, you're drooling.”, Jimin suddenly snapped you out of your unholy thoughts and you grumbled a little, trying to tear your gaze away from the beauty and sipping on your cup, making Jimin laugh gleefully.

“You're still into the literature professor?”, Jungkook asked you surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as he sent the aforementioned one an obvious look, causing you to grab his arm and yank him back so he was looking at you again.

“Could you maybe shut up?! I don't want everyone to find out, geez, what's going on with the two of you?! I am not crushing on him!”, you tried to defend yourself, your cheeks flaming up and your words coming out way too fast, your face betraying yourself completely.

The three guys in front of you only shared a look and then grinned mischievously.

“She's still totally into him”, Taehyung declared, the other two boys nodding in agreement. “And she isn't even subtle about it. C'mon, ___, you can do better than that. I watch you every time we have him and I know your I would fuck you look way too well.”, Jungkook suddenly said, making you look up at him, puffing your cheeks out.

“And why do you think you know how that look looks? We're both virgins, how could you even know that, huh?”, you tried to sound ignorant, but your tiny grin betrayed you – you already knew that Jungkook knew you better than that, you two almost grew up together as you were neighbours.

“It's the same look you give Johnny Depp when we watch 21 Jump Street and it's the same look I throw to Kim Namjoon.”, he stated quite bluntly, making you and the other two boys gasp at Jungkooks statement. You knew of Jungkooks crush on Namjoon, but did he really have to call you out on Johnny Depp? That was just mean.

“Are you crazy?! What if anyone hears you?!”, Jimin tried to scold the younger one, but he was way too distracted by the football star of the college, who was currently dancing with the head cheerleader.

“Let a bitch dream”, Jungkook sighed, his lips slightly pouted before he looked to the side, the sight of his crush dancing with someone else making his chest ache.

“But anyways, who wouldn't look at Johnny Depp like that? He's a fucking feast and you know that”, you quickly pulled the conversation back into another direction, not wanting your best friend to mourn over the college's jock.

Taehyung agreed, tipping his chin a little bit, “I have to agree. I can't say anything about Johnny. He's just hot.” Jimin shrugged but then nodded too, “Definitely. I don't think anyone could turn him down.”

“See Jungkook! It isn't only me who gives him that look!”, you grinned triumphantly, you eyes sparkling a little bit as you thought you had him now.

“Still doesn't change the fact that you look like that at Mr. Min too.”, he quickly destroyed your tiny win, making you all tiny once again and looking to the side.

“He's right. Just admit it. We all know you want him to pop your cherry.”, Jimin now said, his lips around the rim of his cup, looking to the side and trying to not look into your eyes – not to challenge the beast in you you inhabited sometimes.

At Jimin's audacious statement you gasped angrily, your cheeks already red by now but at that moment you didn't know if it was because of anger or embarrassment or both.

“Y'know, I don't need to listen about the three of you accusing me of something that isn't true. I'll go get myself something new to drink, maybe you'll decide on another topic than the non-existent interest I have in my professor!”, you huffed angrily, throwing your head back and sending the three a bitchy and mean glare before you walked to the self-made bar, taking the ladle of the big bowl and putting yourself in some of the punch.

“Stupid fucks”, you muttered to yourself, watching the three from safe distance grinning at you stupidly. Why were they grinning like that either way? They should feel ashamed! Teasing a girl like that wasn't a sign of chivalry, it was a sign of ignorance and being an asshole or, them just being your best friends.

Because despite them teasing you to no end, you did the same to them too and you loved them for that, all three of you knew how to handle each other and they knew you didn't mean it truly – although you maybe meant it 5%.

When you peeked to the three again, they still didn't look away from you with their stupid grins all plastered across their faces. What was going on? Did you have something on your dress? Was there a stain? You looked down at yourself, not seeing anything on the light blue fabric, frowning to yourself. What the hell did they want from you?

You huffed once again and turned around, wanting to take the ladle again and just when you took it your eyes fell onto it – seeing the lithe fingers already curled around the ladle, your fingerpads touching the soft hand of the one and only man that occupied your thoughts since he started to teach at this college.

“Oh, Miss ___, you wanted to drink something too?”, his dark voice caressed your eardrums, the music in the background suddenly not feeling so obnoxiously loud anymore, everything sounded dull compared to his voice.

“Eh-eh yeah b-but y-you were there first-so d-drink please, Mr. Min!”, you stammered and cussed at yourself mentally. Were you totally dense? Were you a little middle college girl who wasn't able to talk to someone she found pretty?

But Mr. Min wasn't someone you only thought was pretty. Sure, he was pretty, beyond that, he was absolutely ethereal with his coal eyes and pitch-black hair, his marble-like skin, and his virile features, but there was more to him. He was so intelligent, so well-spoken and just overall perfect that you couldn't help yourself, you really were head over heels falling for him, although he was your professor and several years older than you.

He chuckled darkly at your little stutter, shaking his head softly and pouring some punch into his cup and then into yours, making you nod thankfully while sporting a slight blush. He stepped next to you, sipping on his cup and looking around, pushing one of his hands into his front pocket, your eyes scanning him from bottom to top.

“I really thought anyone would try to get some alcohol in here.”, Mr. Min suddenly started, his eyes straying to the sports jocks, “Are they that good at hiding it or am I getting older?”, he asked you now, chuckling a little bit at your flustered and shy behaviour, especially as you gently shook your head at him.

“No, you aren't. The kids who drink alcohol are probably outside at the nearby park, laughing about us students who are here and dance.”, you commented and Mr. Min hummed slightly, “Ah, is that so? So you aren't one to drink?”

His question caught you off guard and you looked up at him with big eyes, shaking your head a little. “Never was the one to. I once tried it put I really didn't like the taste. I stick to my juice boxes.”, you admitted, now way more relaxed in front of him, as something in his voice always was able to settle you down. You just got caught off-guard when he suddenly touched you. You still felt the slight buzzing feeling on your fingertips and you had to admit that you liked it more than you should.

Mr. Min laughed at that, this laugh was different than the chuckle before however. This one was genuine and a little gleeful too, obviously very amused by your words, his eyes crinkling the slightest bit, “That's good, you shouldn't start to drink as early as I did. My liver never thanked me for that.” The way he laughed made your chest all warm and your cheeks too, the butterflies starting to fly in your stomach and your head starting to get a little dazed, dazed by his damned charming self.

Now you were the one who giggled a little bit, your hand coming up to cover your mouth a little bit in a scandalous manner, “Don't tell me you were the one to party, Mr. Min!”

You sounded more flirting than you wanted to and you were surprised yourself, but the way his eyes sparkled for the fraction of a second as he heard your words, obviously getting the flirtatious tone and not being opposed to it, your heart hammered uncomfortably fast against your chest.

“You wouldn't believe it, but yes, I was. My roommate Seokjin and I were known for making the best drinks on campus and as everyone knew, we always got invited to parties.”, he gave you a tiny look into his college life and you listened to him attentively, not even caring that the three boys still looked at the two of you more than obviously.

“So you always had fun, huh?”

There was an obvious suggestive tone in your voice and you didn't know why you were so daring, did anyone put something into the punch or where was this new confidence coming from? Or was the need to have your cherry popped by the one and only Mr. Min so big that you threw all your morals away? Was he worth that?

When you looked into his eyes you already knew that he was, because he held your gaze relentlessly, the tension between the two of you palpable and without missing a beat he huskily replied, leaning a little down to you, “A lot of fun in every way you can imagine.”

He was so close you were able to make out the tiny moles on his flawless skin, his voice making you visibly shiver and your lips parting the slightest bit, “O-oh”, you stammered quite intelligently again, looking away all flustered and red-cheeked, your heart beating fast against your chest. All the newfound confidence was gone and that just because he leaned down to you and looked into your eyes? How weak were you? You truly hoped the guys didn't see you and when you looked up, you noticed that they indeed were gone, just as most of the guests of tonight's college dance.

It was already after 11 pm and you and the guys promised to meet outside to go to your homes again and although you truly didn't want to go and leave Mr. Min like that, you knew that you had to, unless you wanted all three of them to bitch about it until the end of college.

“I-Uhm, have to leave.”, you broke off the tension and the moment you shared with him, “The guys will be waiting for me I am sure, we wanted to go home together.”, you apologized to Mr. Min and he nodded at you, his eyes staying on your form as you walked out of the gym and on the college's parking lot, your eyes scanning the whole place.

As you didn't see any of your friends, panic bubbled up in you. Did they just leave without you? You couldn't make out the Hyundai Stellar of Jimin's and just then it dawned on you. Did they leave you there because they thought you wouldn't come home with them? Were you and Mr. Min that flirting that obviously?

You tried to fight the blush down your neck, gnawing on your bottom lip and asking yourself what to do now. The ride home was usually a ten-minute ride, but when you'd walk it could easily evolve into a thirty-minute walk, especially when you wouldn't take the short ways and you wouldn't walk through the parks. But was it was this late, you didn't want to go home alone, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up on your shoulders and the cold feeling too. You truly had to leave your coat in Jimins car, right?

Just when you were about to cry you heard a familiar voice calling out for you and you turned around, Mr. Min standing in front of you, clad in his big coat, his Mercedes keys in his right hand.

“Did they leave without you?”, he asked you, a soft tone to his voice and you nodded pitifully, his face softening as he took in your shaking and tiny form.

“I can give you a ride home.”, he offered you and walked up to you, taking off his coat and putting it around your shoulder, engulfing you in his delicious scent, your thoughts getting hazy and dazed again. “I would love that.”, you smiled a little at him, the tip of your nose a little red due the cold, the leaves around you still falling to the ground although there wasn't even a breeze. You followed him to his dark Mercedes and he held up the door for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought as you entered the car, smelling something that was undoubtedly him, making you oddly excited and realize that this was going to happen.

You just got into Mr. Mins car and he was about to drive you home. For ten minutes you'd be totally alone with him and in such a small space too. The thought alone made you absolutely excited and you couldn't really hide it. Too often you dreamed about how it'd be if you'd ever have the luck of being completely alone with him and now that you truly were, you found yourself drowned in unholy thoughts. How nice it would be to be squished against him in such a small room, how nice it would be to feel his skin against yours, how nice it would be to hear his dark voice muttering the dirtiest words there were. It didn't take long and you started to rub your thighs together in an attempt to ease the tingle that started between your legs.

“We have to wait until the motor gets warm”, Mr. Min suddenly said, the low noises of the radio slowly merging into the background. You looked up at him with big eyes, almost feeling like he caught you doing something that you weren't allowed to. But you only saw his fingers curled around the steering wheel, his knuckles slightly white due to the force of it. Why was he grasping the wheel this hard?

Yoongi asked himself if you truly thought he didn't notice the way you eyed him down and how you rubbed your thighs together or if you did it on purpose, wanting to drive him mad because you knew exactly that he wasn't allowed to act on the obvious attraction he had for you. He often had to reprimand himself when he looked at you too intensely when you were working or when he rutted himself to sleep to the thought of you.

He knew it wasn't right and he knew that it wasn't legal too – it was frowned upon, even if you were in the legal age to have sex with him. Those thoughts weren't good and Yoongi knew but still, he couldn't help himself when you looked so delectable right next to him.

You two were flirting earlier and you both knew. It was obvious, very much at that and he thought the tension back in the gym hall was quite big but now, now that he was in the car with you and in such a small space, he almost choked at the tension and you did too.

“Mr. Min”, you murmured quietly, your voice nothing more than a whisper but loud enough for Yoongi to hear, so he looked to you, his eyebrow raising the slightest bit, “Hmm?”

“Did you put on the air conditioner? It's getting so warm here..”, you mumbled, sliding off Yoongis coat and sighing as soon as the air hit your bare skin, slightly fanning some air to yourself, very glad that you chose an off-shoulder dress for this occasion.

“You were freezing earlier, I had to-”, he started and wanted to turn it off, but you stopped him, your fingertips touching his once again, a slight buzz going through both of your hands, “Don't put it off. It's okay. I like it warm.”, you smiled a little bit and let your fingerpads wander over his hand, making Yoongi shiver for a moment, your eyes meeting for what felt like an eternity. It was at this moment that both of you knew that something was going to happen tonight and both of you wanted it too.

“___... What are you doing, hm?”, he asked you when you started to touch the collar of his button-down, his eyes focused on you, especially as you started to touch his throat all curiously and carefully, “I am touching you, Mr. Min.”, you said innocently, tilting your head a little bit, “Am I not allowed, Mr.Min?~”

He keened a little into your touch, letting you touch his throat to your heart's content until he felt your fingers fiddling with his deep blue tie. Within seconds he grabbed your wrist, looking deeply into your eyes while leaning closer to you. He knew what you wanted and he knew that he wanted it too, the temptation of the forbidden fruit so close to him, driving him almost insane, but he also knew just how wrong it was.

There was a tiny thread that held him to his morals, that screamed at him to just bring you home and stay away from you, but there was a bigger part of him that wanted it. That wanted you, in the rawest form he could have you. You weren't just a body he wanted to own, you were a soul he wanted to mingle with, to get one with. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, only to open them again and look into yours, his eyes searching for any tiny evidence of doubt in yours.

But there was none.

“Do you want this?”, he asked you, his hand reaching out for you and engulfing your cheek, softly rubbing the soft flesh with his thumb, watching your face which was illuminated by the street lamp in front of his car, your big and sparkling eyes looking into his relentlessly.

“I never wanted anything more than this, Mr. Min.”, you breathed out, leaning your face into his touch just the way you always wanted to.

Suddenly, he came closer to you, leaning over the gear lever, careful not to touch anything as he brushed his lips against yours, a tiny gasp leaving your lips. Was this how your first kiss was going to be? With your literature professor?

You smiled at the thought, your eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, stealing a kiss from him and making it official.

You never thought that lips could taste and feel this good. This plush, this soft and this undoubtedly delicious, but maybe that was just because those lips belonged to Mr. Min. It was like a firework igniting between the two of you, your lips moving against each other, one of your hands finally being able to untie his tie, throwing it haphazardly onto the backseats.

Your fingers fiddled with the first buttons of his button-down, opening them and touching a man's chest for the first time, your other hand carding through his hair, making it even messier than before. His own hand came up to your hair, grabbing you by the base and pulling you closer to him, his other hand placed on your thigh and grabbing it firmly.

It felt marvellous, the way his hands felt on you and how you felt him up. His skin was absolutely perfect, it was soft and you were able to make out with a few touches that he kept his body in shape, his chest being a little harder. A tiny gasp fell from Mr. Mins lips as soon as you brushed his nipple, pulling away from your lips and looking into your eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes hazy and his lips were kissed red. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting your eyes wander over his messed up hair and his opened button-down, rubbing your thighs against each other once again, the sight alone making your pussy throb with want.

You looked equally as out of it and Yoongi couldn't hold himself back, not when his pants got uncomfortably tight.

He undid his seatbelt, suddenly standing up and climbing into the back of the car, sitting down and finally putting off the jacket of his suit. He opened all the buttons of his button-down and spread his legs widely, giving you a perfect look on his hard-on. You salivated at the sight, how the hell was it even allowed to be this sensual?

“Come to your professor and let him take care of you”, he rasped into the air, making you jump into action and sitting on his lap, your the hem of your dress revealing more and more of your thighs.

You situated yourself perfectly on his boner, your clit throbbing against his pants, making you moan into his hold. Without hesitation he curled his arms around you, guiding you against his cock and causing the both of you to moan although you both still were completely dressed, your lips locked in a heated kiss, him intruding your hot cavern and starting to twirl his tongue around yours.

“Please”, you whined into the kiss, totally overwhelmed by the onslaught of feelings, the tingle between your legs only growing and growing, the grinding only making you hornier than more.

“Please Mr. Min. I want you.”, you whispered sensually, curling your arms around his neck, accentuating your statement as you ground especially hard against him, making him moan against your lips.

“I need to prepare you”, he hushed you, “Sit up.”

You did as ordered, sitting up a little bit and steadying yourself at the backrest of the seats just right next to his head while tilting your head to the side questioningly.

“Preparing me? Why do you need to prepa...-”, you wanted to ask him but got cut off as you felt his index and middle finger running up and down your already soaked panties, circling your clit and your entrance too.

“Mr. Min!”, you moaned into his touch, loving the way his fingers felt on your pussy and wishing nothing more than to rip your panties off so you could feel his fingers unfiltered, “Please! Put them away, my panties please!”

“It's my utmost pleasure”, he groaned and peeled your panties off your soaked cunt, grabbing the fabric that just hugged your pussy and ripping it away. Before you could even comprehend it or complain about it, he already had his fingers on your bare pussy now, causing you to let out a long and loud moan.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Mr. Min, it feels so good please don't stop”, you begged, moving your hips against his fingers, him watching you absolutely endeared while he licked his lips.

“Do you like that, little dove?”, he asked you and you nodded frantically, embarrassingly close to your climax already.

“Yes yes, I love it! Please don't stop with it, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-”, you started to chant, your hips starting to move more erratically, coming undone underneath his fingers. You fell onto him completely, your face nestled against his neck.

You grabbed the fabric of the backrests violently and you threw your head back while Yoongi rode out your orgasm with his fingers, suddenly slipping two of them into you with elegant ease.

The feeling of your first orgasm slowly ebbed away and just then you felt it.

A slight stretch, a stretch that was so delicious that you immediately yearned for more.

“Mhhh Mr. Min”, you cried against his neck, softly kissing and licking at his skin, starting to hear the faint noises of the radio mixed with the squelching noises that undeniably came from your pussy, “Your fingers are in me.”

He nodded at you, starting to finger your squelching cunt, “Does it feel good?”

“It feels foreign”, you stuttered out, trying to accustom to the feeling how having something in you for the first time.

“You're a virgin, huh?”, he asked you, the tone of his voice not mocking, if anything, he sounded oddly turned on, “Never had fingers in that tiny pussy of yours, huh?” You moaned at his lewd words, nodding and fucking yourself on his fingers as the initial weird feeling transformed into a feeling of hot pleasure.

“Never had fingers in me, Mr. Min. Never had a cock in me, Mr. Min. Yours is going to be the first”, you mewled and he moaned at your words, scissoring you open, your juices staining his back seats but he couldn't care less. Not when you were this exposed in front of him.

“You're a naughty one, huh? Don't think I wouldn't notice how you gush on my fingers when I talk so dirty to you”, he teased you, a dark chuckle leaving his lips at your whine, his fingers suddenly reaching a point that made your jaw go slack and your sight to blackout for a tiny second.

The sound that left your lips was something that was foreign to your own ears and you grasped Yoongis shoulder to remind yourself that you were here, here with him.

“Fuck!”, you cried out, “What's-what's that?! Mr. Min, please touch it again, it's so good, so so so good!”, you babbled and Yoongis dick twitched in his pants, complying to your wish and rubbing at your g-spot while he opened his zipper with one hand, getting his cock out of the confines of his underwear, finally freeing it.

“It's your g-spot, little dove. And call me Yoongi.”, he demanded from you, but you only moaned around his fingers, not being able to make out anything else than a fire that ignited between your legs.

As Yoongi felt you clench around his fingers especially hard, he stopped, slipping his fingers out of you completely and smearing your juices all over his cock. You looked down and between his legs, watching him doing such a lewd thing, your eyes growing incredibly big.

“Your cock is so big.”, you gasped, looking up into his eyes again, “How is your cock going to fit?”

Yoongi couldn't help the dark chuckle that left his lips at your cute but yet so dirty words, “I prepared you for a reason, little one. Now lay down.”

With trembling legs you complied to his wish, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs willingly for him, even holding your dress up to reveal your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes.

“You look so innocent”, he murmured, tracing his fingers that were still slightly damp from your arousal over your cheek, suddenly grabbing the fabric that shielded your chest and yanking it down to reveal you bare in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight.

“No bra?”

“Very uncomfortable in such a dress”, you shyly said, your hands coming up to hide yourself but he stopped you with one look only.

“Don't hide when you just revealed your dripping pussy a few seconds ago.”, he commanded and you nodded at him, your hands reaching for him and making grabby hands at him.

He looked at you, enjoying the view of you so exposed and sprawled out for his hungry eyes only. It was a delightful sight and he truly never wanted to forget it, he wanted to see you like that over and over again. He wanted to make you moan and cry out, again and again, he wanted nothing more than to be with you fully.

“Please, make me yours Yoongi.”, you whispered and broke him out of his thoughts, slowly leaning over you and grabbing his cock to rub his head against your bare pussy.

You let out a moan, your cheeks all red and warm due to the onslaught of feelings you felt, throwing your head back and watching the fog collect on the windows of his car.

You were glad about that, this way no one was able to see what was going on inside of the car.

“Are you ready?”, he asked you and you looked back at him, nodding, “More than ready.”

He chuckled at that, slowly sheathing himself inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the stinging pain, your chest rising and falling rapidly as quick huffs and puffs left your lips.

Just when you thought it got a little better, the inched more into you and you let out a cry, arching your back into his hold, silently whimpering. At that, he slowly let his fingertips trail over the inner of your thighs, making your muscles relax more and more.

“Relax, little dove. I am here. Mr. Min is here and he'll take care of you.”, he whispered, slowly leaning more to you and talking against your lips. He waited for you to accustom more to his girth, himself having to control himself and not to fuck into your tight virgin pussy like he wanted to.

“Can I?”, he asked you hurriedly and you hummed in affirmation, taking a deep breath and taking in the last inches of him.

You never thought the feeling of being full felt this fucking good. It was like all you wished for, you felt complete, stretched to a painfully pleasurable point.

Yoongi gulped above you, his hands right next to your head to steady himself, waiting for you to give him a sign so he was able to continue.

After a while, the pain fully transformed into pleasure and you looked up at him, your hands on his chest, softly touching his nubs, “Please, move.”

And so he did.

He pulled out completely only to slap his hips right back into you, the squelching sounds now even louder than before, as both of your arousals and your blood made it more easy for him to move inside of you.

You moaned loudly and he did too, thrusting into you at a nice and steady pace, not too fast and not too slow, the whole car starting to move. He didn't want to go rampage on you on your first night, no, that was saved for other nights.

“Fuck, would you look at that”, he hissed, looking between the two of you and watching your pussy swallow his thick cock, “Your greedy virgin pussy is taking my thick cock so well, how can this be hm? How can such a tight virgin pussy swallow my dick so well?”

He felt you clench around his cock and his movements stuttered for a moment, “Such a whore for dirty talk, aren't you?”

You nodded frantically, curling your hands underneath his button-down and around his torso.

“Yes Yoongi, so much! My pussy is taking your cock so well because I was made for you, made for your cock, made for you to fuck!”, you cried out especially loud as he reached your g-spot again and you knew, you knew you wouldn't last long anymore.

He got goosebumps at your words, slamming his hips into you with more fervour now, always rubbing the tip of his cock against your most sensitive spot, “Mhhhm that's right. Your little pussy is made to take my big cock, right? Your pussy just wants my big cock, hm?”

You couldn't stop moaning, the feeling of him hitting your most delicious spots over and over again, the drool already dripping down the corners of your mouth. You suddenly felt how the knot in your tummy started to get tighter and tighter, tingles rising all over your body, the pleasure fogging your mind and consuming your eyesight too.

Yoongi felt how you suddenly clenched around him and held his cock firmly nestled in you and he bit down on his lip, “Are you coming?”, he gritted through his teeth, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge the more your walls sucked his cock in.

“Yes! Yes I am about to cum, please, please cum with me, Mr. Min!”, you broke out in incoherent moans, Yoongi keeping his pace up, the tip of his cock bluntly assaulting your g-spot and that was the last thing that you needed to cum undone once again, crying out his name.

For one moment Yoongi thought you'd cut his blood circulation as you tightened yourself around him that hard, he thought he was going to lose his mind, drilling into your dripping cunt and releasing himself in you in hot spurts, all the tension between the two of you finally exploding into the first and most mind-blowing orgasm you ever had.

The both of you tried to calm your breathing down, silent gasps and deep intakes of air being heard.

He fell on you and you sighed contently, liking the way of feeling his weight on you. A small formed on your lips, which quickly faded as soon as he intended to pull out, thinking that you might feel uncomfortable stuffed to the brim like that.

“No!”, you quickly stopped him, your hands finding his hair once again, carding your fingers through it, “Please, stay in me.”

He looked up at you in wonder, his head slightly tilted to the side, “Isn't it uncomfortable?”

You shook your head at him, your cheeks slightly getting red because of the embarrassment and he smiled warmly at you.

“Like being stuffed, huh?”, he asked you with an amused glint in his eyes, making you giggle shyly.

“I like being stuffed by you.”, you gave back and curled your arms around him, pulling him closer so you felt all of him on you.

Both of you stayed like that, calming yourselves down and just being with each other, enjoying the presence of each other.

“Mr. Min?”

“I said you can call me Yoongi”, he chuckled a little bit and nestled his face in the crook of your neck, softly kissing you and making you blush, obviously not getting the worried tone of your voice.

“Was this more for you than a mere fuck?”, you broke out, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as he heaved himself up to look into your eyes, seeing how much you struggled with keeping eye contact.

His heart felt heavy just when he looked at your stressed-out form, it painfully wrenched inside of his chest and he bit the inner of his cheek.

He already knew the answer, he already knew it the second he walked into the class.

You were more than a student.

More than a mere fuck.

“It was”, he honestly said, wiping a strand of hair from your face, a gentle smile on his lips, “It was way more than that.”

He softly leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss, feeling how a tear rolled down your cheek, his own getting slightly wet because of it. You weren't able to hold yourself together, too happy with the outcome of this night, not even wanting to think about how you didn't even want to go in the first place.

“Don't you cry”, he thumbed your tear away, a soft and gentle spark in his eyes, “I am here for you now. I am here and I am not planning on leaving.”

You smiled at him, pecking his lips, love and adoration bubbling up in your chest.

“Will you always be there for me?”, you asked him, obviously meaning that he'll still be there when you would graduate.

“I'll always be.”, he said without hesitation, meaning every word and locking lips with you once more and you believed him. You believed him with every fiber of your being and at that moment you knew. You just knew you both would stay together.

“I like you, Yoongi.”, you quietly murmured and you thought your heart would stop beating in your chest when you were met with silence.

But that didn't last long. Yoongi slowly kissed up your neck, looking deeply into your eyes and smiling lovingly.

“Even though not everyone will be able to understand what we have and share, we will be together. We will be in our own little world and no one will be able to intervene in it. It will be our own world. Our own little safe haven. I have the same feelings you have for you, ___.”

Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, feeling euphoric at the fact that he shared what you felt for him and you pulled him into another kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips and letting yourself fall into it.

Until a thought suddenly crossed your mind and your eyes grew wide, pulling your lips away from his and looking into his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

“What is going on?”

“... I am not on the pill.”

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Caught Up In You

Chapter 3 -  A Very Loki Chapter 

Summary: A story revolving around a group of teenage friends, their mishaps, their relationships and their coming of age.

Watch as they navigate through the highs & lows of high school relationships and learn to grow up as most of them are approaching the end of their Senior year.

Ships: SamBucky, ThorBruce, Stony, ValJane…(More ships & characters to come)

Word Count: 6,497

{Wednesday Night} 

The thick rim of sweat which wrapped around Loki’s ankle was finally given fresh air as he kicked off one of his old sneakers. 

The night was over; Thor had gone to his room with a joyful grin and ice-cream dotting the corner of his mouth and Wanda had been dropped off at home. Which was an event all on it’s own. While waiting in line at the happy little Frosty’s store-front, Wanda’s Mother called and asked her home to see her Grandparents who’d dropped by as a surprise. 

Loki was irritated with the abrupt change of plans and Wanda’s angst about it only fueled him on. But Thor managed to make the little time they had left kinda fun. Paying for their treats and scrolling through the multiple snapchats he had of Loki doing weird shit to compete with Wanda’s captured moments. 

And Loki was never one to shy away from being the center of attention, so he was absolutely delighted.  

But now, his face was overcast with that tiny sheen of moisture which made his makeup heavy. Really hammering it in that he’d gone out & done all he could for the day with nothing left but to do but try and sleep. 

He swiped remover down his face with a cotton pad and revealed in the euphoric sense of relief instead of focusing on the slight disappointment which always came. 

Half his face was clean, one shiny green eye gone while the other still glittered under the flickering bathroom light, when Odin knocked on the bathroom door in his special way. One thump. 

“In here.” He called out, filled with a little teenage venom. 

Odin huffed a bit before speaking. “Can I just pee really quick?” 

Loki turned to scrunch his face at the wooden door, where an eight year old Thor had once proclaimed he saw an image of a turtle between the lines. He rolled his lips together and popped out his leg before reaching out and unlocking the door. “Fine.” 

He’d try to avoid the bickering match by giving him what he wanted & tried to speed past his father before he got a good look at him. But Odin managed a quick peek. “Interesting.” He hummed in that condescending tone that he always argued was just his regular voice. 

Loki frowned and remembering that if he quipped back, fighting would escalate and Odin would just say shit he didn’t understand was offensive. 

But the flickering light and sense of suburban ‘comfort’ was driving him insane all of the sudden. He blinked and spun to grab the door with his special grace. “You like it, father?” He smirked in a way that he’d once seen one Tony Stark do to his father in the school parking lot last year. It’d been an expression which stuck with him. The perfect mixture of innocent and bitchy. That had really bubbled Loki’s old crush on the arrogant guy. 

Odin shifted, either from the fact that he hadn’t pissed yet or the nerves he always got when talking to his younger son. They both pretended that didn’t exist for a few years now. 

“Lovely.” He tried to mutter out without sounding annoyed but he really wasn’t good at that. “Did you go out like..that?” 

Loki smirked slightly, as if that didn’t bother him, and tore his gaze to the stupid framed painting of a bathtub which hung on the wall. “I’m sorry to have embarrassed you.”

“Don’t be snotty with me, Loki. I didn’t mean it like that and you should know that.” Odin shook his head which only served to truly piss his son off further. 

“Oh of course, you’ve been rather happy with my behavior lately. Just admit that you can’t accept it-” 

“Well, I’m not exactly ecstatic, son. I never have understood you." Odin burst, for the first time voicing some kind of confession to the feelings Loki basically already knew of...But it still hurt him. Loki stepped back a little, losing some of his confidence. 

Odin frowned but took the opportunity to shut the bathroom door to escape. 

Loki stared at the door, a little winded and suddenly overwhelmed with bitterness. 

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There was a full length mirror in his bedroom which Loki used to remove the rest of his makeup. It worked out very poorly considering all he had to clean it off with was a dish towel and some water he poured into Thor’s lame childhood baseball team trophy. He’d stolen it a few weeks ago from his older brother's room and he’d yet to notice it’s disappearance, sadly.  

There was a tiny knock on his door which couldn't possibly be Odin, so Loki gave them permission to enter as he scrubbed his left eye. He’d sort of expected his Mother but was greeted with the gentle looking giant called Thor. Of course. 

Loki turned his chin to look at him over his shoulder. “These kinds of moments are a little too ‘sitcom trying to tackle serious subjects’ for me, Thor. So, I’d rather not have a heart-to-heart, ok?” He smirked and turned back to the mirror, watching his brother’s reflection as he sat on his bed. 

Thor rolled his eyes but looked somewhat amused. “I think we’re quite better at the ‘heart-to-heart’s than those dumb shows.” He glanced down at Loki’s reflection and smirked right back. 

“I don’t know about better. But, we are far more entertaining.” Loki chuckled, remembering a few times where their nice talks ended with fun playful punching. “This is between father and I, Thor. You couldn’t possibly get it.” He frowned and finally turned his whole body. “The man thinks the world of you.”

Thor stiffened slightly. 

“Anyone can see you're his favorite.” Loki shook his head with sudden anger. “Hela moved as far as she did because of him. And he can barely stand to look at me. I can see it in the way he looks at me. Complete and utter...embarrassment.” 

“Father has a complicated way of showing his love-”

Loki felt his chest burn with the sudden urge to argue until he couldn’t breathe. “Not with you. Never with you.” He spat and threw his crappy towel onto the carpet. “He has some kind of personal issue against me, brother. Don’t act like it’s not there cause that just...drives me crazy.” His voice grew more tiresome than he would’ve liked and he deflated a bit. 

“He likes to pretend Wanda’s my little girlfriend because he doesn’t like the fact that I’m so obviously attracted to men too! And it’s not even because he’s against the idea of having a queer son-” Loki stumbled on his words because he was barely sure how he identified, himself. “If you were to bring home Banner, he’d be waving the flag! I’d bet my life on it.” 

He stood and started pacing his floor while Thor watched him go. 

“But because I didn’t turn out to be someone who could pass as a straight, manly jock to family and friends, he despises me.” Loki looked up to the ceiling in frustration. 

Thor was stunned to silence, not used to seeing his brother so distraught. Green glitter was still smudged and wet over Loki’s eye and he was doing his best to never make eye contact. “I know it’ll probably frustrate you and mother but...” Loki paused and rolled his lips together “I’m not going to fight for a relationship with him if he won’t even meet me halfway.”

“Brother...” Thor stood from the bed and took the way Loki moved back with embarrassment to notice. “I am always going to be in your corner, you know that right?” He asked. 

Loki looked as if he didn’t know how to respond which absolutely crushed his older brother. “I haven’t always made it easy for you so...why should I think that?” He shrugged. 

Thor swallowed, feeling as if he’d just gulped burning tea. “I think the world of you, Loki.” He shrugged because that answer was just so simple. No matter how many times they fought, Thor loved his brother. 

Loki looked down at the carpet before letting out a long sigh. “Ok. I’m uncomfortable and would like to get the rest of this shit off my face and maybe watch a film.” He rubbed hard into his left eye and glanced at Thor. “You can watch too but you have to stop talking.”

Thor smiled and did a mock salute. 

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{Thursday Morning} 

Loki rested his head on Wanda’s shoulder; her chin resting on the tufts of his hair. Her glance was desperately pointed downwards, eyes strained as she still couldn’t help but try and look at her friend as he spoke. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” She frowned and Loki softly smiled. “If it helps, my Grandma spent the whole evening asking me about boys and trying to give me tips on how to ‘Snag the best kind of fellow’.” 

Loki rolled his eyes. “I doubt she was that...nineteen-fifties about it, Wanda.” He pursed his lips, taking in her most subdued outfit of the week. He’d been pretending not to notice her ‘subtle’ evolution from complete ‘middle school witch’ to a ‘maybe hippie girl’? 

Wanda hummed. “I don’t like her, Loki.” She shook her head a little (best as she could). “All she does is talk about Neil Sedaka and say offensive things that we’re just supposed to ignore.” 

Loki giggled in a way that not most people could get him to. 

She chuckled into his hair. “She did ask about you though. My little friend from school, very condescending about it by the way.” Wanda momentarily raised her head and twisted down to look at him. “I told her you died but I kept a vial of your blood on a necklace.” Her voice seamlessly fell into a casual tone. 

Loki hummed in a sinister little chuckle. “You’re such a freak.” 

Wanda pinched him. 

“So...” Loki got up from the bench. “How do you snag the fellow?” He teased. 

Wanda popped up after him and started to reluctantly follow his motions to get to class. “Just the usual steps. Y’know pass him by in the hallway, let him carry your books...” She delicately tapped each of her fingers as she walked. 

“Stand in the corner of the room & cry so he asks what’s wrong, sit on a park bench & feed pigeons, take a piece of his hair to put in a traditional love-bringing fire-” 

Loki pushed her arm and laughed when she stumbled. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” She bumped him back and hugged her books to her chest. “Why do you think I’m constantly pushing away attention?” She sarcastically put her hand to her chest and smirked. 

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“They make me nervous.” Wanda complained as she took the familiar steps up to the Odinson’s door. Loki rolled his eyes and dug around for his key. 

Thor was inviting his old buddies over for a little after-school hang-out which Loki was 100% sure was just an attempt for Thor to distract himself from agonizing over Bruce. Loki’s brother was not subtle about hiding his feelings, even if he thought so. “They’re idiots, Wanda. Nothing to stress over. All you have to do is walk past them and go to the kitchen. They won’t bother you.” 

Wanda crossed her arms and took off for the other room as soon as the door opened, neglecting to greet Thor or his friends in the living room. Though Loki moved a bit more slowly as he shut the entry & observed the group of jocks. He saved his most annoyed look for Sif, who’d always seemed annoyed with him. 

Even with the strange time without seeing that company in their home, Loki was a master at ignoring them. 

“Loki! Look who’s here!” Thor was quite joyous with the mini reunion But. Loki just rolled his eyes and went for the kitchen where Wanda was setting up their books to study. Hogun, Volstagg,  Fandral and Sif gave the little brother tiny nods before he’d managed to escape but weren’t given a response. 

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Sif pursed her lips. “He hasn’t changed much.” She scooted closer to the table from her seat on the carpet. They surrounded the furniture like a group of poker players, bits of schoolwork littered it and circled the fake-fruit bowl. “Nor his little friend.” She smiled softly. 

“I suppose the ice is part of his charm though.” Fandral added, throwing a plastic apple up-and-down with his trademark smirk. “Wouldn’t very well be Loki without it, Don’t you think?” 

Thor observed his old friend's conversation with warm nostalgia in his chest. While it was endearing to see them all laughing & talking in his living room like they’d used to, Thor’s mind still drifted nervously to his plans with Bruce the next day. 

While Thor was overthinking and the others chatted, Sif managed to get up and slip into the kitchen without much notice. Fandral’s apple now hanging loosely in her grip while she walked to the fridge. 

Loki didn’t so much as look up at the presence he knew was there but that little friend of his did. Her expression was hard to read. 

In her head, Wanda was agonizing over the idea of whether she was supposed to say ‘hi’ or not. Sure, she knew of Sif but she didn’t really know her. They���d just cross paths sometimes in the Odinson household when they were younger. But she was standing in the kitchen now-...though Loki wasn’t even moving and surely if she should greet the girl then so would she. 

“I have to go to the bathroom.” She absolutely despised that she announced that to the room but at least she could then leave. Which she did. 

Wanda darted off which finally pulled Loki’s attention from his books with a twitch of his brow. 

“Guess I made her nervous, huh?” Sif’s charmed voice came from behind Loki. She moved around the table to stand awkwardly in front of him, hands oddly resting on her hips. There was an intense feeling of effort in the interaction which made Loki even more annoyed. Sif was a freaking jock. She’d been one all her life and the only reason she felt the need to be nice to him was because of Thor’s begging.

“She’s not attracted to you, bonehead. Your presence just gave her such social anxiety that she then had to use the bathroom as an excuse to leave. She’ll be hiding there until you’re gone.” The dark haired man spoke smoothly as he flipped through pages. 

“Which-” He finally glanced up at Sif and made a show of folding his hands together “I hope it will be soon. Now that you’ve gotten the...coffee creamer you needed so badly?” His thin brow jumped up. 

Sif really hadn’t been paying attention to what she was grabbing. She simply missed the days of annoying Thor’s little brother by mere existence plus hell if Wanda wasn’t adorable. She smirked and tossed the creamer from palm to palm while obnoxiously observing Loki’s work. She came closer and rested against the counter. “Still as kind as ever, Loki.” 

The younger boy looked up and met his eye in an oddly amused way. “Still as back-handed as ever, Sif.” He scrunched up his nose and shut the Chemistry book he’d been pretending to read. 

The girl just grinned as she straightened his back, finding the bite to be sentimental. All the times she’d teased the quiet boy whenever she passed Loki in her best friend's home, sitting on the ottoman by himself, to get Kool-Aid (or whatever the hell they were drinking in middle-school) popped back into her mind. “You do possess the ability to be nice, y’know that?” 

Loki hummed, flipping his pen around in his hand. Those fingers moving quickly yet gracefully was somehow mesmerizing. “Yeah but you’re not worth the effort.” He flicked his tongue and went back to writing. 

Sif nodded, as if the reaction was expected and went back to her friends because maybe Loki wasn’t worth her effort. 

Once she was gone, Loki shoved himself out of the chair and trudged over to the bathroom door with a bit of an amused smile. His knuckles burned slightly as he tapped insistently against the white wood currently keeping him from his absurd friend. “Wanda, dear? You’re free to come out.” He hummed happily. 

There was a quiet thrush of water from the sink and some shuffling but the door remained closed for another minute or two. It gave Loki the time to pause...and maybe think about the other night. He’d come to expect that disgusting attitude from Odin but that didn’t take away the sharp pain it put in his chest everytime he put another back-handed comment on the table. Damn if Loki didn’t keep a tiny bit of hope for change. “Did you decide to take a nap on the linoleum, Wanda?” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly it.” She finally answered, voice thick and unamused. 

So much so that Loki whistled, putting his hands up in a mock surrender as he backed away from the door. Just in time for his friend to pop out with that smug little nose-scrunch smile of hers. However Loki didn’t miss the slick way she shoved her phone into her back-pocket. He cocked an eyebrow, arms crossing elegantly over his chest. “Who were you talking to?” 

“Nobody. I was peeing and hiding from Thor’s friends.” 

“Then let me see your call history.” 

Wanda scowled. “No, Loki.” She shook her head and stomped past him, beginning a dance of irritation. She’d lead into a step only to have Loki block and counter it, pretending to be doing something of importance that just so happened to be in her way. It only lasted so long. 

When Loki reached over her body to get the cookie jar, that conniving little smile on his face, Wanda couldn’t help it. She pushed his arm back with a bit more force than intended and watched him stumble with heat in her stomach. “Are you so arrogant that you can't understand you’re annoying me so much right now?” Venom in her tone for sure but Wanda was a master remaining unsettlingly pleasant even when angry. 

“Oh please, spare the dramatics.” Loki rolled his eyes. “It did seem like you were growing tired of me.” He spat a little too bitterly. Wanda turned, leaning back on the counter. Her outfit annoyingly consisted of flare jeans which dragged against the floor. 

“Loki.” She frowned, moving towards the table. “We’re soul-siblings-” She gently poked his shoulder with one finger. “Just because I’m dressing a little differently doesn’t mean I’m becoming someone else.” 

Exceedingly embarrassed, Loki looked off to the side. “So tell me who you were talking to.” It was pitifully childish but something about his best friend, who often openly gushed and giggled over boys, being so suddenly secretive about a phone-call was bothering him. It had to be someone she liked. He knew her tell-tale signs...that and he swore he’d heard a muffled giggle from behind the damn bathroom door. 

“Fine.” Wanda shook her head once more and handed over the phone.