I’m obsessed with the fake relationship trope and I saw this post and got inspired
“Have you gone insane, Potter?” Draco told his roommate, who was holding up a flyer excitedly in front of him. Written across the top in bold, capital letter said “PAID RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY” and just under than “Romantic Couples Study”.
“What? We’re both over eighteen, we both live together, and we get paid six thousand pounds! That’s three thousand pounds each!” Harry replied, reading off the criteria from the paper.
Draco snatched it from his hand and examined it. “Potter, we are not in a committed, monogamous romantic relationship, nor have we been dating for six months!”
“Yes, but six thousand pounds! You and I both know we need the money. It’s only a two week study, so we just have to pretend to be a couple until it’s over.” He explained. Draco crossed his arms, looking conflicted. It was bad enough that he had to share a house with the guy he fancied, but pretending to be in a relationship with him? Could he go back to being just his friend after this was over? “Come on, Draco.”
The words softened him. Of course he’d do anything for Harry bloody Potter when he was looking at him like that. “Fine.” He gave in, handing the flyer back to Harry. “But you’ll owe me, Potter.” Pointing a finger at him accusingly, Draco walked out of the room.
“More than giving you half of the money?” Harry shouted after him.
“You better buy me a present with your half!” He shouted back, hearing Harry chuckle.
When Valentina requested the floor not for herself but for someone else by saying “Please let Charlie talk just for a little bit. She just would like to say something, just really quick” she completely won my heart once again.
Then asking “Charlie, may I say something? How old are you again?” and the way she followed it up with “May you say it? Proudly?” was so sweet I don’t know what we did to deserve her.
Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)
Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. Who: Peter Parker
Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end.
After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.”
Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.”
Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”
“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”
Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private.
Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”
Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how.
“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”
Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”
“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”
Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?”
Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?”
Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it.
Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.”
“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”
Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.”
"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”
“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.”
Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.”
Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.”
“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”
“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”
Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.”
Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.”
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”
Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?”
Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”
Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”
“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.
“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”
Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.”
Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader Word Count: 4,353 Summary: You and Eggsy are sent on a mission in Paris to stop the assassination of a museum director. The two of you have worked together before, but this time Merlin requires that the two of you pose as newlyweds. Along the way there are several death threats, several art museums, and maybe even something along the lines of actual love. A/N: I don’t own anything and this wasn’t edited, so any errors are mine. All French phrases are translated at the bottom of the story!
It suddenly occurs to you that, were Merlin not physically barring you from it, you could actually kill Eggsy.
Scanning the room quickly, you can think of at least 3 painless methods of execution and 17 incredibly painful ones.
You wonder if the stylus in Merlin’s grasp could be sharpened fast enough to stab Eggsy in the throat.
The first time he saw you, he was barely ten years old. You were in the same class than him in Gotham Academy, and he noticed you right away because your uniform was old and had clearly been used before. He guessed pretty fast that you were one of those kids from poor families that his father gave a scholarship to, which meant, you were a smart one.
“Smart”, didn’t even do justice to your intelligence. He never met anyone (that wasn’t his father or brothers) like you, you were extra-brainy, sometimes he even thought you were almost as astute as him…But not only, you were also full of wit and quick responses, and so damn brave. You were a short one, and yet, when he saw you get bullied by sixteen years old, he didn’t even had time to react and come help you that you already shot your foot to one of the guy’s crotch mercilessly. And then kicked his face. The two others bullies were so stunned, they just ran away. They ran away from a short ten year old girl…You were amazing.
He pleaded to his father so that you wouldn’t get fired from school for kicking that guy’s ass, and Bruce was so impressed with you, and how his son defended you, that he pressured the school into keeping you.
-I know it’s thanks to you I’m still here, so…yeah, thank you dude.
-I didn’t do anything.
-Lier. I know who your dad is. I know it’s thanks to him I have the opportunity to be in the best school of Gotham. And I know he convinced the school’s board not to fire me. My guts are telling me you’re the one responsible for your father’s intervention. So…Thanks.
And that’s how you became friend with him. You quickly guessed he was the night vigilante “Robin”, and it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it was your child’s brain telling you that a hero, with all the costume wearing a people saving, such as him was just wicked cool, that you thought it really wasn’t a big deal On the contrary, you thought Damian was like, the coolest guy you ever met. After Batman and Nightwing of course. He made it his life goal to show you he was better than them…and it made you slowly fall for him as the years went by, and as you grew up together.
When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother.
(gif not mine, cr to the owner)
fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jongin, daddy tbh, smut (in future), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet
You entered the kindergarten without even taking off your shoes, the smell of milk powder and disinfectant all over the place, the mix of a comforting smell and a very strong one made your head spin a little. Or maybe it was because you entered the place so quickly, making your body shock from the difference of temperature.
❝Y/N?❞ the lady at the desk questioned putting her thin glasses over her nose. You turned around quickly, your hair falling everywhere over your back.
I told you we couldn’t do this anymore because in that moment I was trying to protect myself.
But the minute you said you were hurting
I did a complete flip and came right around.
I really shouldn’t have.
Now you know how much you mean to me
Now you ignore me
Now you don’t care
I should just stick to what I know
The value of a human decreases when their availability increases.
That’s basic Economics.
But how can I not instantly text back when all I’ve really been doing all day is waiting to hear from you.
How do I manage to be in this same fucked up situation every time?
Is there really nothing under this pretty paper I’m wrapped in that you like?
Can’t you see anything in me that you could possibly love?
7.2 billion people and more doesn’t mean you will definitely find someone to love you truly.
3.46 am doesn’t mean everyone is asleep
20 years old doesn’t mean healed
13,568 kilometres doesn’t mean too much distance, the unread message does.
Numbers definitely lie,
But so do words.
Hope - breeds eternal misery
Love - not for everyone
Pain - inevitable
Night - tears
Me - breaking
This wasn’t requested, but I got the idea for it watching a video from the Q&A where he calls the little girl ‘little princess’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!
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You stand in the hallway, your daughter next to you with her arms wrapped around your legs. You and your daughter haven’t been able to see Shawn in quite a while since he is on tour, but it’s her birthday and Shawn’s is coming up soon, so you decided to fly out to see him and spend the next week and a half with him since he couldn’t schedule around their birthdays.
As you stand there, waiting for the last person to walk into the Q&A, Matt walks towards you a smile full of admiration on his face as he looks at your daughter. He gives her a small wave as he finally reaches your side.
“Hey, (Y/n). The last few people are about to meet with Shawn and then you can head on in.”
“All right. Cool.” You reply, running your fingers through your daughter’s wavy brown locks.
“How have you guys been? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to make it out to a show.” He asks.
“Yeah…” You frown, “We’ve been good, we just haven’t been able to work it out where we can make it, but with their birthdays, I made sure we could.” You smile down at your daughter.
“It’s crazy their birthdays are so close together. Four days is all that separates them, right?”
You nod, “Yup. That’s all.”
“It really is. It’s hectic.” You sigh.
“I bet.” Matt says as he leans against the wall.
“Hey, Matt! Is everyone settled in the Q&A room?” You hear Shawn shout as he makes his way down the hall.
You exchange worried glances before Matt gently pushes you into the room after you pick up your daughter. You quickly make your way to the back, trying to get everyone to stay silent as you do so.
“Hi guys. How are you?” You ask quietly as you make your way through the sea of people.
You get settled just in time for Shawn to walk in. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice you all the way in the back corner. As soon as your little girl sees Shawn she starts reaching toward him.
“Shh…not yet, baby.” You whisper into her hair.
She eventually settles down and rests her head on your shoulder as she looks ahead at Shawn. Shawn gets asked a couple of questions about you and your daughter. Like always, his answers make your heart flutter and a smile find it’s way onto your lips. You sit quietly as you listen to the questions and Shawn’s answers, rubbing your daughter’s back gently.
“What was your daughter’s first word?” You heard a fan ask.
“I’d like to say it was ‘dada’.” He starts.
“But, you know you’d be lying because it was actually ‘mama’.” You say as you stand up with your daughter.
Shawn looks at you with a huge smile on his face and he moves through the crowd to get to you. Your daughter immediately reaches for him and Shawn takes her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before giving you a quick kiss as the fans in the room ‘awe’ all around you. He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the room, sitting back in his original place before pulling you to sit next to him.
“Oh my god. Wow…I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers as he pulls you close.
You laugh and lean against him.
“We had to make it out for your birthdays.” You say as you wrap an arm around him.
He places your daughter in his lap, an arm still around you and his fingertips gently trailing up and down your sides. You look out at all the fans and they’re all staring at your daughter, giving her smiles and waves.
“Okay, little princess, do you want to pick someone for daddy?” He asks looking down at her.
She nods and looks out at all of the people before looking back at Shawn.
“Pick someone.” He points out to the crowd as he looks at her.
She points to someone up front and they immediately get excited.
“Hi honey, what your question?” Shawn asks.
“What’s the best and worst thing about your career? Also, I have a letter for you and your daughter is adorable!” They respond.
You and Shawn both give a laugh before he thanks them. You get up and go get the letter from the fan before taking it back to Shawn. He now has both arms around your daughter’s tiny torso and he absentmindedly rocks her.
“Well, I think that the best part is getting to meet you guys and talk to you, the whole show experience actually. It’s such a personal and intimate experience between us and it’s always so beautiful. The energy is always amazing. The worst part would be having to be away from (Y/n) and Amelia, or little princess as I call her, for such long periods at a time while I’m touring. It’s very hard having to watch your own child grow up through a screen or pictures, ya know?” He answers.
Once Shawn answers the last question, you stop him before it’s time to leave.
“Wait, Amelia wants to show them what she learned.” You say and take your daughter, “What’s your name and how old are you today?” You ask, looking down at her.
A huge grin takes place on her face before she answers you excitedly, “Amewia! I’m four!”
Everyone in the room claps and encourages her, Shawn moving in to smile at her.
“Good job, honey.” He says proudly with a huge smile, “You’re so smart.”
You lean your forehead against Amelia’s as you rest her on your hip, “That’s right! You’re Amelia and you’re how old?” You ask.
“Four!” She says again, holding up three fingers before Shawn brings up another one of her fingers.
“Yeah!” You say gently rubbing your nose against hers.
Shawn begins waving and saying goodbye to the crowd. You begin waving and get Amelia to copy your movements as you walk out, Shawn following close behind, a hand on your back. You place a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and talk to her quietly.
“God, I missed you guys so much.” Shawn says pulling you in for a big hug as soon as your each the hallway.
“We missed you too. And this one said she wanted to see her daddy perform for her birthday.” You and Shawn both smile down at her.
Shawn leans down and begins peppering kisses all over her face as she giggles. You move Amelia up on your higher on your hip as you look at her.
“Do you want to show daddy what else you learned?” You ask her and she nods.
“What else did you learn, little princess? Show daddy.” Shawn says, running his fingers through her hair.
You point to Shawn’s shirt, “What color is Daddy’s shirt?”
She looks at it for a moment before answering, “White!”
You and Shawn praise her before you ask her the color of your shirt.
“Very good, Amelia!” You say with a smile.
You point to her shirt, asking her the color.
“Purple!” She answers, praise from you and Shawn following.
You point to your stomach, “What’s in here?”
“Food?” She asks.
You shake your head and glance at Shawn. He has his brows furrowed and you can tell he’s about to catch.
“What’s in here, Amelia? What’s in mommy’s tummy?” You ask again.
“Baby!” She answers after watching you make the ‘b’ sound with your mouth.
“What?” You hear Shawn ask.
You look at him and see he has a smile on his face as he looks at you.
“Are you really?” He asks, his eyes starting to water.
“Yeah, I am.” You smile.
Shawn pulls you close, giving you a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours, continuing to leave kisses on your nose and lips.
“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister.” Shawn says, his smile never faltering.
“I think it’s funny how I got pregnant so close to you leaving. I’m ten weeks and we haven’t seen you in two months.” You say, running your fingers through Shawn’s hair.
“Well, we had plenty of chances while I was still home.” He grins.
You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, “Shawn!”
“So, you’re ten weeks, eh?” Shawn asks, running a hand over your stomach.
“Yup. I found out about three weeks ago. I felt bad for not telling you, but I wanted to tell you in person.”
“I don’t even care that you waited so long. I’m just excited to have another baby.” He grinned.
“I can tell.” You smile.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted. A solid music career, a beautiful, funny, caring, amazing wife, and kids. My own little family. I’m so grateful and lucky that you’re the one giving it to me.” He smiled, kissing you.
“I love you, Shawn.”
“I love you, too. And I also love you,” he pauses to give Amelia a kiss, “and you.” He bends down to kiss your unnoticeable bump.
You couldn’t help but get a warm feeling in your heart. Seeing Shawn so happy and having such a wonderful family was everything you could’ve hoped for. You know this is exactly where you want to be. With Shawn and your children. Happy, safe, and healthy.
Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.
Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirl) kinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?
You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.
“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.
“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”
“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”
You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”
“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”
“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.