look at how they gravitate toward each other when they laugh

why i ship minjoon and you should too

homegirl effie back again with those rarepairs and aggressive bullet point lists

  • first of all jimin and namjoon have very similar hard working and level headed personalities

Originally posted by minjooninlove

  • of the two, jimin is more outgoing and open with his emotions, and he’s always there to support namjoon

Originally posted by jiminiminii

  • jimin understands namjoon’s shyness and he’s good at getting him out of his shell in interviews and whatever?? like he’ll comfortably tease or cuddle up to him and you can see how namjoon loosens up
  • n then he laughs at namjoons suffering
  • ok n below like this lil shit joking about tae hating joon lol AND THAT LAUGHTER HES SUCH A PLAYFUL BRAT

Originally posted by yoongichii

  • a mean lil koala !!!! love

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Originally posted by chimchiminie13

  • they are dorks together rip me
  • namjoon is really intelligent and passionate about music and jimin admires that about him and that’s why he asks his advice on lyrics and all that aka for Tony Montana
  • JOON LITERALLY LOVES JIMIN OK LIKE HES ALWAYS SQUEALING OVER HOW CUTE HE IS AND NAMJOON HAS THE MOST COMFORTABLE SKINSHIP WITH HIM

Originally posted by mnnsuga

  • FUCK THIS IS SO CUTE
  • *punches wall* IM NOT cryING 
  • *chokes back tears*

Originally posted by officerjenissi

Originally posted by jimin4everyone

  • Jimin is insecure and needs validation and namjoon is always the person remembering to compliment jimin and remark on how handsome he is and how important he is to bts

Originally posted by jitonic

  • WHEN THEY LAUGH OR SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENS THEY ALWAYS FALL INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS?!??!?

Originally posted by joonjuly

  • so FUCKING cute !!!!!!! ugh!!
  • JUST IN GENERAL namjoon just naturally gravitates towards jimin?!?!

Originally posted by taegied

  • wow LOOKS LIKE BOYFRIENDS TO ME!
  • also joon loves making jimin laugh!??!?! HE LOVES TAKING CARE OF HIS BB !!!!! 
  • LASTLY DRUM ROLL PLEASE
  • THEY EXCHANGED “I LOVE YOU”’S WHILE WATCHING FIREWORKS


please love them because they fr love each other

Breaking the Rules - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryModern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,957

Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language

A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by winter-barnes

You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist


“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


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Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

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Before I start this post, I want to say that everyone’s orientation is different! I’ve seen that a lot of schools have orientation over the summer, weeks before classes start. My school, I guess because only a few of us are from here and the majority of students are out of the state/country, we had orientation week starting on move-in day, the same week classes started. That’s why I will be discussing move-in day and the first day of classes here, though yours might be a completely separate experience. Let’s get started!

Move-In Day

  • Dress for a lot physical activity. You are going to be lugging your shit up and down stairs (elevators get full, if you even have them) all day, walking back and forth to your car, and once you get everything in your room, you will have to unpack and loft your bed, etc. You are going to be sweaty and exhausted by the time it’s all over. I wanted to still be cute so I wore spandex, my Vandy t-shirt and hat, and a full face of makeup lol. I know you might want to make a good first impression on your roommate and new classmates, but everyone will be wearing what looks like workout clothes. Don’t wear jeans or a dress or something. It’s August, it’s hot, you’ll regret it.
  • Be patient. Oh my god, I swear 90% of the memories I have of move-in day are just me waiting. Waiting in the car for the line to move towards the dorms, waiting in line to get my key, waiting for a dolly to free up, waiting to get inside the elevator, waiting for the stairs to clear up. It’s so boring, especially when you’re so excited to just finally be there. Be prepared to wait and try to appreciate your last few moments before college ruins your life (just kidding!).
  • Brace yourself for something to go wrong. No matter how organized your school is, chaos is inevitable on move-in day. You will have planned according to a schedule they gave you, and something will not go the way it’s supposed to. Thousands of freshmen who don’t know anything all in the same place at once is a recipe for disaster. Just don’t stress about it cause it will all work itself out. Honestly, that’s a philosophy to live by for your entire college career, not just move-in day.

Orientation Week

  • I can’t even explain how busy you’ll be. Starting from the first floor meeting we had on move-in day, the entire next seven days were packed full of activities and meetings and ceremonies. I still have my freshmen guide with the itenerary of all the things we had to do, and it was pages long. Everyday we would wake up at like 8, and have things to do until after midnight. I was so busy, I didn’t even have time to be on my phone, and I love social media. You will be so tired, and it will get old really quick. I don’t really have any advice, but through the exhaustion, remember to try and appreciate this chaotic time and stay in the moment. You’ll never again experience the freshness and excitement of your first week at college, soon you’ll get used to it all and you’ll wish for that feeling back.
  • You don’t have to attend everything. Like I said, you will be exhausted. You won’t want to wake up at 6 am for the Freshman Sunrise (i did and i regretted it), or to take the class picture where you have to stand still for an hour and you can’t even see yourself in the photo (again, i should’ve slept in). You might feel obligated to go to everything, but if you just need a break, then take that break. Orientation is overwhelming. 
  • Don’t freak out if you miss a required meeting. We had lots of events that were marked required. It’s inevitable that people miss these, due to sleeping through an alarm, or reading the time wrong, or getting lost on campus since you don’t know where everything is. Lots of the time, they only mark it as required to scare people into going when there’s no real consequence if you don’t. Even if there is a consequence, you won’t get into any major trouble the first week. You’re freshmen, they understand. Do try to make it to them, though. The best way to do this is to find friends or other people who are in that same section and go together.
  • Don’t stress about making friends. It is quite literally impossible to not make friends during orientation week. You will have to attend so many things with the same group(s) of people that you’ll bond over that alone. You don’t even have to try, so if you’re not a social person, don’t worry. As long as you don’t stay silent in a corner, you’ll have plenty of people to hang out with. 
  • Don’t stress about keeping the friends you do make. You will meet a million people, and have a million new numbers in your phone. You will have a hard time matching everyone’s names to their faces. People form connections really quickly, that’s just human nature, but this is especially heightened in university when everyone is away from home and no one knows anyone. Don’t feel like you have to stay attached to the same five people you became best friends with after two days for fear of not finding anyone else to be close to. Lots of people meet their real friends at the beginning of the year, but most people don’t. All of the pictures and videos I have from my entire first semester are with and of people I don’t even speak to anymore, people who, frankly, I can hardly stand to look at now. During orientation, you’ll gravitate towards anyone, but you’ll soon realize you don’t know them at all and they might turn out to be shitty people. I met all the friends I have now second semester through the LGBT group on campus, and they’re great. Point is, don’t feel too attached to your orientation buddies. You will find your people, even if it takes a while.

First Day of Classes

  • Find the buildings where your classes are held beforehand. Yes, I mean physically walk to them and find the exact classroom, don’t just use Google Maps to make sure you can get there in ten minutes. I knew the names of all the buildings and their general location, but then I found out some buildings are attached to each other and numbered in a strange order, then you finally find the right building but can’t find the right floor and hallway. I was late to all of my classes the first day. University buildings are so confusing. You will have trouble, I promise you. Do yourself a favor and figure out how to get to all of your classrooms sometime earlier in the week. You will feel great about not being that embarrassing freshmen asking the upperclassmen for directions (who are happy to help, but will laugh at you just a little bit).
  • Introduce yourself to the professor before or after class. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but it can’t hurt. Just shake their hand and make sure they can match your face to the name. Doing this the first day makes it easier to establish contact with them later in the semester, which you’ll probably have to do. Don’t worry, you’ll see lots of the other students in your lecture doing this, too. Just hop on in line.
  • Double check to make sure you don’t have any assignments due/papers to bring. This is unlikely cause you don’t have summer work in college (at least to my knowledge) and it’s never happened to me, but I had friends whose professors had assigned them work for the the first day of class. This is really ugly, I know, but just check your email and Blackboard to make sure there’s nothing to do. 

This is longer than I anticipated, so thanks if you read it all! I hope this helps someone out. Orientation is a chaotic mess but so so fun, cause it’s the only time you’ll ever be able to experience the fun of college without the stress of the work. Up next is advice on living with a roommate (and boy, do I have advice for that). Previous posts:

Application Process

Choosing/Changing Majors

10 Ways To Say I Love You

Title: 10 Ways To Say I Love You

Summary: Dean says “I love you” every single day. He just doesn’t do it with words.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1248

Warnings: light smut(very light, trust me guys). Fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff.

Author’s Notes: So I was supposed to be working on the second part to “The Promise” (and I’m almost done, guys, I swear) but after a conversation I had with @ravengirl94 last night, this baby happened. It’s entirely written from Dean’s POV (I guess I like doing that *winks*) and it’s in present tense. Frankly, I’ve never done anything like this before but I enjoyed working on it. I hope you all like it. <3 

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean doesn’t like bombasts and balderdashes. He’s never been particularly good with words and has, at times, trouble expressing his feelings. He has, however, a heart that loves overwhelmingly and cares deeply, a heart that bleeds and burns but only grows and flourishes with love for the ones he considers family.

Dean doesn’t usually say I love you. Not because he doesn’t feel it or because he’s embarrassed by the sentiment but because he’s afraid. He’s terrified that the moment he speaks these words the ones he cares about will be taken away from him.

But he does love. He loves Sam. He loves Cas. He loves Y/N, the girl with the bright smile and the Y/E/C eyes that came bursting into his life and made a wonderful mess out of it. And he tells her that much. In fact, he whispers those three words to her every day with his actions.

Dean says I love you with the way he looks at her, soft and intense, green orbs always searching for her in the almost empty rooms of the bunker or in a room full of people. He says it with the way his eyes twinkle when she smiles at him, with the way he always gravitates towards her and everything else just fades away because she’s the only thing that really matters.

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Heartbeat Drives You Mad

Part Two. 

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: little bit of violence, swearing… FLUFF. SUE ME. Also… Best friend Toni vibes. 

A/N: Alright, so I know I only just posted part one… But I was on a roll and decided why not do a second? Anyways… Happy reading! Send me asks and requests, taglists are available too! 

“Hey! Y/N!” I turned around to see Riley jogging behind me down the school hall.
“Hi,” I smiled.
“Where have you been? We tried calling you on Sunday!” Shit. I forgot our Pop’s meet up.
“Oh… Uh I had some things come up. Sorry.” I shrugged, turning to open my locker.
“Don’t tell me, it was a Serpent thing.” She rolled her eyes, I grew annoyed.
“If you don’t like them Riley, no one is forcing you to be around them.” I sighed, pulling out my english novel.
“I just don’t understand how you can be so okay with them. They’re thugs Y/N/N.” She was leaning against the adjacent locker.
“I’m okay with them because I understand them.” I bit back, closing my locker a little harshly than I intended.
Okay then.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you at lunch then, if you don’t jet off to the Southside.” She thought I didn’t hear that last part.

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Love is Vibrant


I’ve been wanting to do this Soulmate AU for a long time but I haven’t known how to make it unique. But I was talking to @didsomeonesayprince and was given the absolute coolest idea ever. I still hadn’t ever sat down to write it but then @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet requested it! So here we are! Into the thing!

Pairing: LAMP/CALM, polysanders, polyamsanders

Summary: HumanAU, SoulmateAU where you can’t see color until you meet your soulmate.

Side Note: This got out of hand. It is the longest thing I have posted this far. So.. Just a warning. 


Patton walked cheerily down the street with his gentle giant of a pet, a Bernese Mountain Dog named Sander. It was just like any other Saturday, he took his big snuggle monster of a dog out for a nice long walk around the park and then they went and ran errands around town. They were hitting the height of summer and it was only getting hotter and hotter in Florida.

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The M/M Shipping Thing: Misogyny, the Male Gaze, and Feminist and Queer Representation

Follow up post to this one, here. Read this to see my thoughts on the importance of allowing women to see men through a lens where male sexuality is something to be celebrated, not feared. Seems like a lot of people can relate to this, and I just love talking about it so have some more of my thoughts.

First of all, it’s a numbers game…

Going off of this point by @colt-kun which I’ve copied and pasted here. This gives a great overview of a purely statistical analysis of why m/m ships are more common.  

“There’s also the sheer numbers to take into account.

Take the first Avengers movie as an example (because frankly its one of the few recent blockbusters with two female speaking roles). Two females, Black Widow and Maria. Then eight males, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye, Hulk, Loki, Fury, Coulson.

Not counting polyships/selfships for ease of math, and using the characters cisgender identities bc that is what they are largely seen as (no disrespect meant to any trans/nb interpretations)

Possible f/m ships: 16 (35.5%)
Possible f/f ships: 1 (2.2%)
Possible m/m ships: 28 (62.2%)

That’s not even accounting for screentime, character chemistry, interaction times, etc. thats just the NUMBERS.

When there’s a large disparity in character gender then yeah, you’re going to see a heavy inclination to m/m ships because that’s really ALL THATS POSSIBLE. The fans have a natural desire for more story and romances, they want to world build and AU. We’ve done that since stories were first told.

So of COURSE you’re going to see a lot of women - of all sexual orientations - leaning towards m/m pairings because when there’s only potatoes at the buffet… you eat the potatoes. Think of all the shows an movies with only one female character in a cast of men. Is it really difficult to see WHY there’s a lot of m/m ships there?”

Mainstream media is male-centered and male-dominated.

Going beyond just the numbers the fact is that in the majority of popular films and TV shows many of the female characters aren’t well-rounded or on screen as much as most of the men. There is a tendency for women to be the secondary characters or maybe to have one main female character. This makes it hard to really relate to and invest in a lot of the female characters out there. Not that people don’t, but it’s not going to attract a huge following.

Take Supernatural (low hanging fruit I know) where even if there are a large number of women that appear throughout the series, there aren’t many that stick around(and let’s not even go there with all of the deaths and how sexist that is right now ha)or interact with each other in a way that would lead to a lot of shipping. Even in my lovely Hannibal fandom, the Marlana ship which people love and people write for just isn’t going to have as much of a following just based on the fact that they aren’t the main characters. And Marlana is a good example of a w/w ship where they aren’t objectified, don’t die, and still it’s a secondary focus. There obviously are some exceptions, but they are few and far between.

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They stepped into the loft, bringing the comfortable silence that had surrounded them all the way home inside with them. It was one of those rare moments where they walked home, arms slung around shoulders and waist, easily falling into step with each other, as though they had been doing this their whole life.

Once the door to the loft was closed, they reluctantly pulled apart, kicking their shoes off and hanging their coats up, both of them smiling at the simplicity and domesticity of it all. Alec turned to the side, to face Magnus, the two of them staring into each other’s eyes. Their eyes were shining with a layer of love coating them.

Magnus reached forward to run his hands up Alec’s arms, bringing them to rest on his shoulders. Alec shivered at the touch, relieved to finally have this back in his life, and let his hand fall against Magnus’ chest, eyes never once leaving the others.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” The question was soft, barely even spoken, and floating in the space between them, not piercing the moment they were in. Alec nodded his head and felt Magnus link his fingers with his own, letting him pull him toward the bedroom.

They undressed each other slowly. Not in a sexual way, that wasn’t what this was about tonight. This was about needing to know the other was truly there, needing to feel skin on skin, needing to know this was real. They pulled shirts over each other’s heads, and unbuttoned trousers letting them fall to the floor, till they were both stood close, in just their boxers.

Alec’s skin was buzzing from how close Magnus was, yet how he seemed to be out of reach. They slowly gravitated towards each other, like there was a magnet lodged inside their hearts, pulling and pulling them together. Their heads pressed together, breath ghosting over lips, eyes looking deep, as though all the answers to any question were inside them.

Alec whined softly as Magnus pulled away, watching him move to the bed and climb under the silk sheets. And Alec yearned to be there with him. In retrospect, it had only been a week since he was last in that bed, pressed against the man he loved, yet it felt like he hadn’t slept since. And the truth of it was is that he hadn’t. He followed Magnus’ actions, slipping into bed, sighing in content at the softness that surrounded him, opening his eyes to flicker over Magnus’ face.

“You look tired. When did you last sleep?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Alec let out a breathless laugh, pushing closer and closer to Magnus.

“We should get some sleep then.” Alec felt Magnus hum in agreement as he rested his head on his chest, Magnus’ arms wrapping around him, anchoring him them together, and feeling like home.

The promise of moving on filled the air and the love that they felt bloomed under their skin. They pressed even closer, not wanting to ever let the other go again. With their legs intertwined and their hearts beating in sync, they let themselves be pulled into the lull of sleep.

And they both realised, that this, this is where they always want to be.

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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wrapped around your finger. (m)

pairing: kim namjoon | reader
genre: graduate school au / fluff, smut
warnings: sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage. 
word count: 7,180
description: in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon.  
author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.

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For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.

Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.

With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.

Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.

The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”

There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.

His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.

Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.

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With You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, Angst

Word Count: 4K+

A/N: Holy shit, guys. This is the longest one shot I’ve ever written and I’m not sure what happened, but it just took on a mind of its own. Like, who am I? Anyways, enjoy!


You were never one to hold back, especially when you wanted something. In this case, it was someone. In fact, the more the object or person of interest resisted, the more determined you were; you always enjoyed a challenge. From the moment that Bucky Barnes first stepped foot out of the elevator doors, you were drawn to him.

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This is the second and last part to the fake girlfriend blurb.


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“Are you sure it’s just casual?”

Harry looks up from his phone to a closed door, assuring Y/N for the umpteenth time that tonight’s evening attire is in fact, just casual.

“Nothin’ too dressy, love. S’just the band out for a couple o’drinks. Nothin’ special, other than the fact they’ll be meetin’ ye’ as m’girl.”

“Oh wow, well yeah that certainly calms me some,” Harry can imagine her rolling her eyes, “y’know. Just introducing me as your girl. But yeah, nothing special. Way to make a gal feel good, Styles.”

He smile and nods to himself, “s’not wha I meant, love.”

Y/N can’t even recall how she came about to agreeing to this. The minute she felt Harry’s lips press against the corner of hers, she was putty in his hands. And all she remembers is that he didn’t have to beg much after that.

“Yeah yeah. Have I still got time to back out?”

He can hear her shuffling about in her room as he nears the door, phone tucked away in his jeans pocket the second he pushed himself off the sofa.

“Not a chance,” he leans against the door frame, a hand tugging at the door knob only to find it locked, “almost done? Feel like I’ve been waitin’ ages.”

“You don’t get to rush me,” he feels her voice closer to him than she’d been previously.

“A’right, a’right.” Harry runs a hand through his hair before clasping them together, thumb fiddling with his rings.

A good five minutes pass by before he finally hears Y/N twisting the knob to pull the door open.

“Casual, yeah?”

She steps out in a twirl, the question asked more or so in search of Harry’s approval of her attire rather than to once again clarify if it was casual wear.

“When ye’ gonna stop askin’ me tha’?” Harry pushes himself away from the wall, smiling down at her before tucking away a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Until we get to the restaurant. And that’s only because the last time-“

“Who doesn’t know wha’ dressy casual is?” And Harry laughs at the memory, the smirk on his face earning him a playful slap to his arm.

“Harry! I showed up in jeans. Had you said it was a black tie event I would’ve worn something more proper.”

With it having to be told, Harry takes her coat from the hook in

“Nobody noticed, love.” Harry takes her coat from the hook on the hallway wall and follows her to the door, holding it open for her after she retrieves the home keys from her purse.

“Only the hundred-plus models giving me the death glare. You’re lucky I even agreed to this after that!”

“There weren’t tha’ many people,” he goes down a step and pinches her waist playfully when she turns to lock the door, “but ye’ didn’t really put up tha’ much of a fight.”

He catches the roll of her eyes as she turns around to face him, placing a hand on each shoulder.

“Just make sure you can sell this.”

The corner of his lip pulls up cheekily, “not gonna ‘ave a problem on my end. Ye’ good for this, love?”

If Harry recalls correctly, this might be the first time he’s seen a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With no hesitation, Y/N leans down to press an open mouthed kiss to Harry’s lips before retrieving her coat from his grip and leaning down to whisper into his ear.

“M’good, babe.”

If he must admit, Harry’s a little shocked at that. Plenty times, he was the one initiating the flirting, and most often than not, Y/N would sort of shy away. He would touch her in ways a best friend shouldn’t - ways a boyfriend would. It was as if he had to have some sort of contact with her at all times. Whether it was a lingering hand on her waist, her knee, her hair, Harry would find himself gravitating towards her. That’s probably why his band mates assumed they were together.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind when Y/N calls out for him to unlock his car, making his way over to her then.

“Cat got your tongue, Styles.” Y/N teases from her spot next to him.

He’s been unusually quiet, but Y/N doesn’t think it’s because of the kiss, he just looks like he’s in deep thought if his knitted brows are any clue. She notices the way he seems to be chewing on the inside of his lip, the skin moving every time he bites and releases.

“Hmm?” He takes a quick glance her way. And had she not been paying attention already, she would have missed the way Harry relaxes back into the driver’s seat, muscles constricting as he readjusts his grip on the steering wheel. “This is insane, innit? Why did I even ask? Could ‘ave just gone on my own.”

This catches Y/N off guard, Harry’s never really been one to back out of things, or double think himself for that matter. He’ll get nervous yeah, but he doesn’t doubt himself. Then again, this isn’t really a normal thing to do.

“You’re backing out on me now? Am I not a fun date?” She can’t deny that she’s been feeling wary about the whole thing herself, but Harry already told his friends and Y/N knows he’ll be kicking himself if he doesn’t go through with it.

When his demeanor doesn’t change, Y/N reaches over the console and takes his hand in hers, fingers intertwining, “we’ll be fine. You said your friends already think we’re dating right? So really, we just have to be our normal selves.”

By the time Harry comes to his senses, he’s already got the car parked. He thinks Y/N has a point. Mitch had even asked him when he was planning to propose, which - if he’s being honest - wasn’t as much of an awkward question as it should have been for Harry.

“You’re right. Jus’ hav’ta be ourselves.”

Y/N nods reassuringly, and Harry squeezes her hand once before leaning over, a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?” Having Harry this close the past couple of days brings a new kind of feeling, one that Y/N neither knows what it is, nor how to deal with.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, “need t’get used t’it don’ I? Ye’ blindsided me back there.” He juts out out his lips in an adorable pout.

So she does. Three small pecks before she feels his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

When he pulls away, she finds herself completely lost in his eyes, “not bad, Styles.” It’s all she can think of saying. She doesn’t wanna read into it, they’re just friends after all and this is just a favour.

“Thank you,” he whispers as he pulls away and takes the keys out of the ignition, a smile playing at his lips.

“Don’t.” Harry interrupts her movements, and Y/N’s left confused at that as she looks at him exiting the car and making his way round to her side.

He pulls her door open, “if we’re g’na do this, we’re g’na it right.” He jokingly extends his arm out in a gesture for her to step out of the car and take his hand.

“Are we really playing the sappy couple? Is that what you’ve decided for us?” She takes his hand regardless, poshly stepping out of the car so Harry can shut the door.

Her question’s pretty much answered when he halts her walk and pulls her around to face to. He smiles down at her before placing a kiss to her forehead.

“S’the only kind we could be. B’cos m’so smitten with ye’. I make you breakfast in bed and give you foot rubs.”

Harry begins to casually walk then, his hand intertwining with Y/N’s as he leads the way, cautious in taking slow strides as to not forcefully pull her along.

“Do you now? I don’t recall any of that.”

He eyes her playfully when she passes him when he opens the door and they enter the restaurant, Harry taking lead again and making his way to the table his band mates are already sat at.

“‘Arry!” Adam chimes, standing up to give Harry a short hug and a pat on the back.

“And Y/N.” This time he looks at Harry knowingly, winking at his friend as he leans in to offer Y/N a kiss on the cheek.

“Hope we didn’t make ye’ guys wait too long. The missus here took ages t’get ready.”

Y/N playfully slaps his chest at that, her her heart missing a beat at the sound of the word missus.

“Yeah, well you drive like my nana Harry. Could’ve been here sooner if ye’ didn’t,” Y/N quips back.

“Oi, she’s got you there, mate.”

Harry shoots Adam a playful glare, “ye aven’t even been in the car with me when m’driving ye’ git.”

“Don’t ‘ave to.”

Harry chooses to ignore Adam, turning his attention to Y/N who’s just placed her coat round the back of the chair. “M’lady,” he pulls it out for her to sit, making sure she’s seated properly before moving around the table to greet Sarah and Clare with a kiss on the cheek, and Mitch a pat on the back.

“So,” Mitch starts, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips, “you and Harry? Finally eh?”

“Oiiii,” the simple exclamation has Mitch putting his hands up in defence, a sense of accomplishment creeping on him when he notices Harry give him the stink eye as his cheeks tint a shade of pink.

And Harry should have seen that coming. Mitch has been utterly blunt since day one, but it was instinct to stop his friend from saying too much. Don’t take him wrong, he doesn’t mind getting teased about liking Y/N when she’s not around, but when she is, he feels like a child for hiding his feelings from her.

Y/N doesn’t think too much of it, just nods her head in amusement and intertwines her hand in Harry’s when he offers his palm a top the table.

***

“We don’t really get t’hang out with you guys much,” Clare comments as she stands up from her seat and leads the group out of the restaurant.

“Yeah, cos you guys are all so high and mighty, always hanging out with the big names. Barely have time for me,” Y/N teases.

Sarah isn’t far behind to put the blame on someone else, “well tha’s because your boyfriend here is tryna take on the world.”

“Didn’t hear ye complainin’ when we booked Shanghai,” Harry shoots back, eyebrows quirked as if asking for her to retort.

“Oh okay, Mr. I-wanna-go-back-home-to-my-Y/N.”

Harry can’t help the lopsided smile that creeps on his face, “shut it.”

He ignores Y/N’s confused look, wraps his arms around her instead when he notices her shivering from the cold despite having her coat on and smiles to himself when he feels her nuzzle into his neck and wrap her arms around his torso.

“How’s about we head over for a few pints then?” Adam pitches, nodding in the direction of the pub across the street.

And Harry doesn’t know if it’d be too much to keep up appearances any longer. Thinks maybe Y/N’s had enough of lingering kisses and hand holding for the night. But there’s a part of him that hopes she says yes. A part of him that wants to keep holding her hand and kissing her and hugging her, cause if he’d be able to admit, it feels quite normal. Like he’s meant to be doing all this couple stuff with her, even if it’s all pretend, he can’t help the feeling of wholeness he feels in his heart when she looks at him a certain way. And when she rests her head on his shoulder, or feels her body lean closer to his, he’s thankful he can reciprocate the affection - even under the circumstances.

He looks down at her for any sign of approval.

“Could go for a drink,” she chimes, “maybe it’ll help me warm up a bit.”

“Ye sure?” He asks. Maybe she didn’t m want this to end quite yet? Harry sure doesn’t.

“Mhm,” she smiles up at him, “maybe I can get a nice guy to buy me a drink.”

“I’d like t’see someone try,” Harry contradicts, throwing his arm around her shoulder as they begin to cross the street, “drinks on me,” he hollers to the rest of the group walking in front of them.

***

It wasn’t long after that Harry spotted Grimmy making a complete fool of himself out by the bar. Already half drunk, he’d nearly thrown himself at his friend in excitement when the group of men approached.

“Wha’ now?”

“Ye’ didn’t know, mate?”

“Oi, Styles. Thought I would be the first ye’ would tell,” Grimmy sure knew how to be a drama king, waving his pint left and right, drink sloshing around the glass almost spilling onto the floor.

Harry had nearly spewed out the beer from his mouth, in fact, he had to wipe his chin of the bitter liquid as his ears processed what Adam was gonna to say before he said it. Leave it to him to open his big mouth and tell the whole world. How is he going to get out of this one? It’ll only be a matter of time till Grimmy rings up his mum and tells her. Pretending Y/N was his girlfriend was only supposed to be for dinner with his band mates. But now that he thinks about it, how was he going to explain to Adam and Mitch and Sarah and Clare that Y/N and him had broken up. Broken up a relationship that was made up to begin with.

“Was about time, ‘Arry. Ye’ been pining over the girl since the day ye’ met her.”

Was it really that noticeable?

“Grimmy,” he wasn’t so much surprised that he knew, rather that he’d never said anything in regards to it before.

“Wha? Were ye’ tryna hide it, mate?”

Harry looks over to Mitch for support, but his friend merely smirks and holds his hands up defeatedly.

Harry rolls his eyes and nods his head in amusement, the thought that maybe he does like Y/N as more than his best friend sending shivers down his spine. And it crosses his mind that maybe, just maybe, they don’t have to fake break up at all.

“Ye’ think she likes me back?”

It’s a question he’s been too afraid to ask. And it throws off his friends some. They’ve always seen Harry as a sort of superman. By the looks of it, the guy can take on the universe and be scared of little. He walks around like it’s his world and they’re just living in it. It’s utterly confusing to think Harry would ever worry about someone liking him back.

He ignores the weird looks he’s being given, the question resonating in his brain.

It’s not until he feels Adam’s hand colliding with his back in a light pat that he snaps out of it, “reckon she does, mate. She said yes t’ye’ for Christ sake.”

“Oh, please. ‘Ave ye’ seen the way she looks at ye’? S’like-” Grimmy pauses to take a chug from his pint, a hiccup emitting from his body before he continues, “-ye’ hung the moon or summat. Knew she was smitten with ye’ since day one.”

“Even your mom knew Harry,” Mitch cuts in, “truth be told, man. We all knew you guys would end up together.”

“Yeh.” Harry smiles to himself at the sound of it all.

Could his Y/N actually have more than just best friend feelings for him?

***

“S’really nice seeing you two happy, y’know?”

Y/N smiles over at Sarah, the comment coming practically out of nowhere.

“He’s always talked about ye’ like you’ve got the stars in your eyes-“ she continues, elbow on the table and hand supporting her chin, “and his face always lights up when he talks about ye.”

“Do you notice how he looks at you?” Clare adds.

“What do you mean?”

And Y/N really doesn’t know if she wants to be hearing all this. A part of her is wishing it would all be true. Maybe Harry really does have feelings for her - but then, why hasn’t he ever said anything?

“When we met Anne, she told us she doesn’t think he’s ever looked at anybody the way he does at you. Of course Harry had cleared up that you guys weren’t dating at the time, but that’s how we knew you two would end up together.”

At that moment, Y/N looks over to Harry, and she’s beginning to think it’s never been a coincidence how whenever she would look at him, he would appear to have already had his own eyes on her. And she notices then, how brighter his face gets when her eyes meet his, dimple prominent and in full display as his smile widens.

“I’ve got myself a keeper then.”

She watches as he turns back to the guys and says something before he’s setting down what’s left of his drink and waving off his friends.

Her tummy knots at the sight of him approaching their table.

“How’s m’favourite girl doing over ‘ere? Sarah and clare treating ye’ well?”

He leans down to kiss the top of her head, and Y/N’s sure the look of pure adoration Claire and Sarah give her are what cause her face to go read.

“Reckon we like her more than you.”

Harry’s eyes go wide at Clare’s comment, his hand on his heart as he feigns mock offence.

“M’actually not hurt by that at all. Everyone does.”

After plans for Y/N to join a couple of tour dates because ‘we’re outnumbered and we would really like for you to visit us on tour so we can do girl stuff’, Y/N and Harry make their way out of the bar.

When Harry opens the door to the bar, the sudden wave of cold air hits Y/N like a freight train, and though she’s got her coat on, she shivers and shrink into herself, instinctively gravitating towards Harry’s warm body.

He gives her a chuckle as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, and when he thanks her for how great of a fake girlfriend she was tonite she feels herself deflate. Feeling self conscious about the situation - and the sudden reminder that Harry’s been so touchy feely simply because he had a roll to play - she wiggles herself from his hold, offering a weak smile before she begins the walk across the street where his car’s parked.

Harry notices the shift in her mood, and he knows if there’s ever been a time to take a chance, it’s now.

It’s now or never.

He stalks up to her as quick as he can, taking her arm in his hand the second she’s in reach, and spins her around.

He pulls her in close by the waist, looking down at her, he moves a hand to her lower back, his palm applying the gentlest of pressure, but enough that he closes the space between their bodies. And he looks into her eyes only for a small moment before he’s leaning in, something about this particular moment sending shivers down his spine.

She feels his warm breath on her skin, his half hooded eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips, and when she finally gives him a small smile, his eyes close, lips attaching to hers in a what starts as an innocent peck. When she wraps her arms around his neck and takes a fist full of his hair, Harry can’t suppress a moan from slipping. He’s dipping his head forward in a desperate attempt to capture Y/N’s lips fully, and her back arches enough that Harry has to bring around his other hand to rest on the middle of her back to keep her in place. Meanwhile she takes his bottom lip in between her own, and she can feel her body reacting to Harry’s needy kiss when she feels his tongue slip past his lips and over hers in one swipe.

It’s when she starts feeling a burning sensation in her lungs that she breaks the kiss, Harry’s lips ghostly following hers as she pulls away to breathe.

“Ready t’go home, angel?”

***

The drive to her place has been silent, the sound of cars passing and the occasional car honking being the only sound that echoes in her ears as they pass street lights.

But all Y/N can think of is how Harry’s touch lingers everywhere he’s put his hands or lips on. How it looked so natural to have his arm around her. How it felt so natural.

She doesn’t know whether to bring up what Sarah and Clare had said to her earlier in the night.

What if it’s nothing? She can’t be the only one that seems to brighten him up, right? And talking so kindly about her? It’s a Harry thing to do, because that’s who Harry is, so Y/N can’t possibly think she’s the one that changes it all. And what about that kiss outside of the bar? Was that really Harry wanting to kiss her? Or did he do it because they were still in Clare and Sarah’s eyesight and it was the last hand he could play to actually sell their act?

“Something on your mind, angel?”

Harry’s been silently worrying in his own head about how the after math would affect their relationship. He wouldn’t want it to be weird, doesn’t want her to pull away if she realises it all felt too real on his part.

But how could it not? He loved kissing her cheek, or her temple randomly, squeezing her hand in the process as he talked with his friends. At one point, he was doing it all absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until he saw Clare and Sarah smiling at them from his peripheral view that he realised it.

She gives him the fakest smile she’s ever given anyone.

“Not a thing.”

And at that moment, neither of them know just how much their silence has shattered two hearts.


*****


This hurts me. But sometimes, silence is our worst enemy.

Knowledge (Dad!Tony x Reader + Loki x Reader)

Requested by @dovies666, I hope this fits your suggestion :p <3 I’m sorry for the delay :( I hope you like <3

@mymourningtea

Author’s Note: The reader has dyed hair so the Y/F/C will be the colour of the hair. You guys know the drill with names so we’re all good there :)


“You enchant me. Do you understand? I cannot resist you at all. I writhe and dance to your every command like a cobra captivated by a snake charmer’s spell. You consume me absolutely, heart to mind, and breath to bone. Every thought, every action, every pulse, is yours.” ~ Beau Taplin (The Snake Charmer)


Of all the places Y/N Stark had been to, Scandinavia remained at the top of the list of her favourites. It was indeed fortunate that her studies had allowed her to travel to some truly amazing and historic places.

Having spent the best part of three months in Norway, Y/N had taken advantage of one of the University Libraries. Primarily the University of Oslo, which was also open to the public. Y/N soon spent her days surrounded by piles of books, some in English, but most in Norwegian. 

It was on one such day that her phone rang, causing her to kick the pile of books before her in surprise and drop the book she was reading. Looking around to make sure no one had seen her little mishap, she looked to see who was calling.

“Dad?”

“Yes honey, who else would it be?” Tony Stark addressed his daughter in mock exasperation.

Y/N laughed as quietly as she could. “Mum sometimes rings via you,” she could just picture his face.

“Why are you whispering?”

Biting her lip, Y/N glanced around and saw she was alone, “I’m in a library Dad.”

“You’re always in a library!”

Y/N grinned, that much was true. Either that, or she was in a book store. “Libraries are part of my studies Dad..or have you forgotten?”

“I will never understand why you chose that path but hey! If you’re passion’s there, what more could you want.”

Y/N smiled to herself, many thought she would follow in her father’s footsteps and were very surprised when she announced that she would be going to College to study Librarianship. Y/N was the bookworm of the family and devoured any book that was within reaching distance.

“I don’t wanna sound rude Dad, but why did you call? Is everything ok at home?”

“Everything’s fine sweetheart,” her father’s voice reassured her over the phone.

“You want me to come home don’t you?”

“You know how your mother worries.”

Y/N nodded to herself, that she did. Her mother, while being very supportive, still worried incessantly whenever her daughter was out of the country for more than two weeks. “You can tell Mum, that I’ll be making plans to leave by the end of the week.”

Tony paused a little before answering, “shall I send the jet over?”

Shaking her head, Y/N ran her free hand through her Y/F/C hair and laughed. “Thanks for the offer Dad, but I think I’ll take a normal plane with everyone else.”

“If you’re sure?”

She nodded as though he could see her, “one hundred percent.”

“Send us your flight info so we can meet you when you arrive yeah?”

Her smile never faltered, “of course Dad, as soon as I know, so will you and Mum.” 

“Much appreciated honey, so I guess we’ll be seeing you soon then?”

“Very soon Dad.”

~ ~ ~

Y/N read for most of the journey home. Her nose was buried in a book of Nordic folklore. While she knew they were all merely stories, a part of her was still fascinated. Her e/c eyes drank in the information in front of her. Her eyes lingered on the sections where the Nordic deities were mentioned. Mythical deities from any culture interested her but these held a certain kind of appeal.

It was only when the voice over the intercom notified the passengers that they were about to land, did Y/N’s focus divert from her book.

Before she knew it, Y/N was walking out of the Arrivals gate and was enveloped in one of her mother’s notorious hugs. “Hi Mum.” She couldn’t help but hug her back.

“Oh sweetie, it’s so good to have you back,” Pepper murmured into her daughter’s hair.”

Gently pulling away, Y/N turned to face her father. “Hi Dad.” She was rewarded with a small smile.

“Welcome back,” Tony reached out and shook her hand before pulling her into a hug. “It’s good to see you kid.”

~ ~ ~

“Wow!” Was all Y/N could say as she exited the elevator. Her parents never ceased to amaze her. Before her was a fully furnished living space on what appeared to be the top most floor of Stark Tower. While Y/N had never been one for heights, she had to admit, the view of New York from where she stood, was breathtaking.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Her father came up beside her.

Nodding wordlessly, Y/N agreed. It was only when her mother passed her a glass of champagne, did Y/N snap out of the awe-filled trance she had fallen into. A little confused, she turned to look at her mother.

“In celebration,” her mother said in answer to her daughter’s silent question. “In celebration of the completion of the tower.”

Clinking glasses with her parents, Y/N was about to take a sip when they were interrupted. All but glaring at the intruder, a middle-aged man, Y/N commenced drinking.

“Phil, welcome,” her mother got up to welcome their unexpected guest.

Exchanging a look with her father, Y/N began to wonder just who this ‘Phil’ was and how her mother seemed to know him so well.

“Since when is he ‘Phil’?” Her father seemed equally confused. The look Pepper sent him seemed to convey the required explanation.

Y/N watched the rest of the exchange between Phil and her parents in silence. Her eyes flittered between the three of them and then finally landed on the black object her father was given, via her mother.

Curiosity overcame her, so Y/N moved to stand beside her father who stood by a desk of sorts. “Dad? What is that?”

“I’m not too sure,” Tony murmured, half to her and half to himself. “Whatever it is, it can’t be good.” As he opened it, Y/N gasped. Before them flickered images and videos of people she had never seen before causing unimaginable havoc.

“Dad?”

Tony answered her by throwing the images up onto the windows. Amazed, Y/N made her way to the windows and looked at each of the people in turn, her eyes not lingering more than a few seconds. That is, until she came to one of a raven haired man.

Y/N’s e/c eyes lingered longer than they had on the others. There was something about this man that seemed familiar. “Dad?” Her voice sounded far away, even to her own ears.

“Yes?” Tony came and stood beside his daughter. Her tone had drawn his attention away from his study of the other images.

“Who is that ?” Lifting a hand, Y/N pointed to the image of the dark haired man.

Leaning in, Tony narrowed his eyes, “I can’t say I’ve ever seen him before, why?” He turned to face Y/N, whose eyes seemed glued to the image before her.

“I don’t know, he seems familiar somehow, like I’ve seen him before.”

Her words surprised him. “You know him?”

“No, but,” Y/N trailed off, her head was tilted to one side and her eyes were distant.

“Hello in there,” Tony waved a hand in front of her eyes, “earth to Y/N.”

‘Sorry,” blinking, she tore her eyes away and looked at her father and smiled apologetically.

“No worries kid, you just went a little distant for a bit.” Tony patted her on the arm and moved to the desk behind them. His movements not going unnoticed.

“Dad? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Just gotta go outta town for a bit.”

Crossing her arms, Y/N narrowed her eyes at her father’s back. “You’re going to join them aren’t you? These ‘Avengers’.”

Sighing, Tony turned to face her. “I see there’s point in lying to you. I’ve been called in by a security agency. The head of this organisation, Nick Fury, wants the whole group together before giving us any more details.”

“Take me with you.” The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“What?” Her father seemed more confused than shocked.

“You always want me to ‘get out of my shell’,” shrugging, Y/N continued, “maybe this could help.”

“Honey,” Tony moved to stand directly in front of her, “this could be very dangerous. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. Nor would your mother for that matter.”

“Dad please! I promise I won’t get in the way or get into any trouble.” Her voice took on a begging tone, one that Tony was not accustomed to. “You know what they say…’no time like the present’’.

“Alright, fine, you can come, but you must always tell me if you decide to go anywhere.”

Y/N raised a elegantly-shaped brow.

“I will need to know where you are at all times, is that understood?” Looking his daughter in the eye, Tony smiled, “I know you can take care of yourself but still..its for peace of mind, for me and your mother. Who, by the way is going to murder me when she finds out.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “You tend to exaggerate sometimes Dad.”

“Y/N. Do you promise?”

Nodding, Y/N grinned, “of course.”

~ ~ ~

The hellicarrier was unlike anything Y/N had ever seen. It was huge and made her feel smaller than she already was. Following her father, she soon came to what seemed like the control centre for the vessel.

Clutching her favourite book to her chest, Y/N drank in every detail and almost shrieked in surprise when a voice spoke from behind her. “Pretty amazing isn’t it?”

Turning around, Y/N came face-to-face with a young-ish looking man with short dark blonde hair. Nodding, she agreed with him, “it sure is.”

“You’re Stark’s kid aren’t you?”

Y/N smiled slightly, “that’s me. What gave it away?”

“He talks about you sometimes.”

‘Oh,” she didn’t quite know how to take that. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I’m Steve by the way,” the young man held out a hand, “Steve Rogers.”

Reaching out, Y/N shook the offered hand. “Y/N Stark.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you Miss Stark.”

Y/N opened her mouth to reply when a tall dark skinned man addressed the small group that had gathered.

Y/N gravitated towards her father and eyed the rest of the group. A young woman with short red hair and a middle-aged man with glasses made the number up to four. She heard hardly a word as her eyes took in her father’s team members. The woman was dressed in a skin-tight black suit and her red hair was cut in a bob just above her shoulders. The man with glasses seemed a little on edge, almost as though he didn’t really want to be there.

“One of our best agents is now under his control. It is paramount that both he and the Tesseract are located as quickly as possibl-” the man’s words were cut off by the excited voice of one of the crew members.

“We have a match! We’ve found him Sir.”

Curious to see just who he was, Y/N followed the dark skinned man to one of the control screen and had to blink to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. There he was, the raven-haired man from the photos she had seen back at Stark Tower. Just who was he?

“Captain, looks like you’re up.”


No amount of begging or pleading got her father to change his mind. “Y/N I can’t let you come with us. I’m pushing things as it is. I need you to stay here, I’ll be back soon honey, don’t you worry.”

Y/N had no idea where this sudden urge to go out and do things came from. Usually she would have been quite pleased if she could stay back. She knew that nothing could changer her father’s mind once it was made up.

Watching one of the numerous jets take off, Y/N’s mind wandered back to the man in the photos. Why did she feel like she had seen him before? She hoped and wandered if maybe the answer lay in some of the books she had brought with her.

Moments later, Y/N was seated on the small bed in the quarters she’d been given. She had unpacked all the books she had brought and was rifling through them in hopes of finding an answer to her question.

Hours passed before she finally gave up. Gently pushing some of her books to the side, Y/N curled up on the small bed and promptly fell asleep.

~ ~ ~

“Y/N? Sweetheart?”

Blinking awake, Y/N saw her father kneeling by her bed and smiling gently at her.

“You’re back,” her voice was still heavy with sleep.

“And you were asleep,” her father teased. “You’ve been reading again haven’t you?”

Nodding, Y/N moved to sit up and rubbed her eyes while trying to stifle a yawn. “Dad?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I explore the ship, just you know, so I know where everything is?”

Her question caught Tony off guard and it took him a while before he answered. “I don’t see why not. But Y/N there will be areas that you won’t be allowed to go, promise me that you won’t go to those areas.”

“I promise Dad. Besides, I’ve never really been one for adventure have I ?” A mischievous grin followed her words.

After her father left, Y/N looked around for her favourite book. She never went anywhere without it, she felt bare and exposed if she did. Leaving her room, Y/N wandered down the empty corridor and went down a few elevators and eventually came to what she perceived to be the bottom of the vessel.

Ducking numerous pipes and walking over a few, Y/N’s interest grew. Coming to a small passageway, her attention was caught by movement. Curious to see who it was, Y/N moved closer and soon came to what appeared to be a huge glass case at the end of a small path.


Loki stopped his pacing when the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard. These were different, they were lighter and little more unsure.

Turning around he came face-to-face with a young woman. She was as still as a statue and was looking at him with thinly veiled curiosity. Her h/l Y/F/C hair was pulled away from her face in a messy bun. Her slender arms were hugging a book close to her chest as though it were her life-line. The right side of her face was slightly red and her eyes looked a little tired, as though she had just woken up.

“Hello,” her gentle voice pulled him from his silent observation. As his emerald eyes met her e/c ones, she smiled warmly. An expression that caught him off guard.

“What do you want?”

The coldness of the question did nothing to deter Y/N. Here he was, the man from the photos. His black hair lightly brushed his shoulders and his eyes were such a deep green, she almost thought he was wearing contacts. What he wore seemed to be from a bygone era, with intricate patterns in the metal on his shoulder and on the belt that was slung across his chest.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured to herself.

“What is?”

The question pulled her eyes away from their observation. “What you’re wearing. It’s very beautiful.”

This statement was the last thing he expected to hear. The young woman didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him. Did she perhaps not know who he was or what he had done? “Who are you?”

“Oh forgive me,” Y/N felt heat creep up her neck and ducked her head in an effort to hide it. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he murmured. Clearing his features and adjusting his posture, he looked at her, her eyes were still directed to the floor. “I am Loki of Asgard.”

Y/N felt her eyes widen and her head jerked up to look at him. “I-I’m sorry?” It couldn’t be! She remembered reading about him in numerous books back in Norway. Her eyes widened a second time as realisation slammed into her. That’s why he seemed so familiar, she’d read about him in such detail, it was as if she’d been looking at a life-like painting.

Her stuttered response made him smile. Much better. But that smile faded as he caught the look in her wide eyes. There was no fear, only amazement and disbelief.

“I’ve read about you, you know.” She sounded almost a little shy as she looked at him through her lashes.

“You’ve read about me?” Gone was the coldness, replaced by curiosity.

Smiling, Y/N nodded. “You and your brother.”

Usually the mention of his brother angered him, but the way this young woman spoke about him, it was clear that his brother came second in her eyes, not the other way round.

~ ~ ~

Y/N had never once lied to her parents. She never had cause to. But now, as her father asked her if she’d found anything interesting during her little exploration, she found that the truth stuck in her throat, not wanting to come out. So, looking her father in the eye, she shook her head, “nothing aside from pipes and little metal pathways.”

If her father believed her or not, she had no way of truly telling. He simply nodded and smiled before leaving to go back to the lab he had been provided with.

Waiting until she heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, she poked her head out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Quietly closing the door behind her, Y/N went in the opposite direction to her father.

It didn’t take her long to find her way back to the detention level. “Hello again,” she spoke a little louder this time.

Loki turned at the sound of her voice. She was back. This time, as he faced her, the previous shyness was gone, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with unasked questions. His eyes were drawn to the book that she carried with her. “That book, it is important to you?”

Smiling, Y/N nodded. “It’s my favourite. I keep it with me at all times. I know, it’s childish but,” biting her lip, she looked down at the book, “I feel exposed and vulnerable without it.”

Loki didn’t miss the way she looked at the book in her arms. “It is not childish, not in the least.” The way her thumbs traced gentle circles on the book’s cover reminded him of how he’d held and treated the books he’d had back in Asgard.

Looking up, Y/N smiled at him. The words sounded so genuine and she detected no trace of the coldness from their previous conversation.

“You like to read?”

Y/N almost laughed. The amount of times she’d been asked that question were too many to be counted on two hands. “Yes. I do. If you ask my parents, they would say I spend more time reading than in the company of actual people.”

That phrase had been used to describe him on more than one occasion. For the first time, the Silvertongued Prince was struck speechless. Before him stood a mortal who bore such striking similarities to him that he almost thought he was imagining it all.

“Oh dear,” her soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. “I’ve been rambling again. Saying too much. I should go.” She turned and made to leave when his voice stopped her.

“Don’t go.”

Turning to face him, she was greeted with a small, almost hopeful smile. “Will you stay?”

Y/N answered with a smile of her own and cocked her head to the side. “Are you sure?”

~ ~ ~

“Nat? Have you seen Y/N? I’ve checked her room but she’s not there.” Tony ran a hand through his hair. The last time he’d seen his daughter, she was sitting cross-legged on her bed with a book open. 

“I passed her in the hall a little while ago,” the young Russian answered while studiously cleaning one of her numerous blades.

“Where was she headed?” 

“Don’t know,” Nat murmured, squinting at the metal, “I didn’t think to ask.”

Sighing, Tony turned to Thor, who stood nearby, “you, Point Break, have you seen her?”

“Who is she?” Thor asked, a little confused. He had, as yet, not met anyone with the name Y/N.

“She’s my daughter.”

“You have a daughter Stark?!” Thor exclaimed, surprise colouring the words.

“Yes,” Tony answered with some exasperation, “and now I can’t seem to find her.”

“Relax Stark,” Thor clapped him on the shoulder, “we are in the air. She can’t have gone far.”

~ ~ ~

“So,” Y/N bit her lip and held the book a little closer, “can you really do magic? Or was that just the writer’s imaginations?”

Pride took over, “of course I can. Those mortals would never have had the mental capacity to think up something like that!”

Y/N smirked and inched a little closer to the glass that separated them. “Co-could you maybe show me?”

“I don’t do tricks!” There it was, the haughty tone of a royal.

Backing away from the glass, Y/N feigned defeat. “I apologise. I was wrong to ask something of you that you obviously aren’t ready for. My mistake.” Turning around, she grinned to herself and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“Mortals.”

Stopping short, Y/N looked up and saw him standing in front of her. Her jaw hit the floor before she burst out laughing, much to his confusion.

“What is so funny?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N composed herself and met his emerald gaze. “I played to your ego and that you would just love to prove me wrong.”

“My ego hmm?” A dangerous edge coated the words.

Nodding, Y/N answered. “Indeed.” She narrowed her eyes at him as he slowly moved closer. Unconsciously, her feet moved back the more he advanced and soon the cold glass was pressed against her back.

“You think you can play games with me little mortal?” Loki bent slightly and whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“I thought you liked games,” Y/N barely managed to answer. Her breathing hitched as she felt him trace the side of her face lightly with one hand.

Loki opened his mouth to answer when a noise nearby caused him to pull away and disappear back through the glass.

Confused, Y/N blinked and looked behind her and saw him in the cell. “You could have escaped, why didn’t you?”

She never got an answer as the sound of approaching footsteps caused her to bolt.

~ ~ ~

Tony finally found her with her nose in a book, sitting quietly by the table by the main control hub for the hellicarrier. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was her favourite book, the one she took everywhere.

“There you are,” he didn’t bother to hide his relief.

“Mm?” Her mind was half in the book and half in reality.

“I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Well,” closing her book, Y/N turned to face her father. “Here I am.”

“Here you are indeed. Where were you all that time?”

Swallowing, Y/N looked her father in the eye. “I was on deck. I wanted to see what it looked like during the day. The last time I saw it was at night when you and the others went on that mission.” She fervently hoped she sounded convincing.

“I wander why the deck hands didn’t tell me you were there.”

Standing up, Y/N smiled up at her father, “they most likely didn’t know you were looking for me, otherwise I’m sure they would have notified me.” She didn’t know where this sudden ease at lying came from.

“Mmm, I suppose so.”

“Well, I’m gonna go and try and get some sleep.” Standing slightly on her tip-toes, Y/N kissed her father on the cheek.

“Ok kid, I’ll be in the lab if you need anything.”

Nodding, Y/N slipped from the room and headed to her quarters.

Watching her go, Tony smiled. Y/N was so different in so many ways and yet he wouldn’t have her any other way. She would always be his little girl, no matter how old she really was.


Try as she might, Y/N could not get to sleep. She tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Every time she closed her eyes, twin green orbs stared back at her. Her unanswered question didn’t make things any easier either.

Eventually giving up, she threw the covers aside and grabbing her book, she left the room, her body seemed to be on autopilot as she soon found herself heading down.


“You didn’t answer my question.” She saw no point in wasting any time.

Rising from where he had been sitting, Loki moved towards her and smirked. “You were the one that quite literally ran, not me.” His green eyes swept over her, she must have just woken up, her hair was tangled and her clothing had certainly seen smoother days.

Taking a step closer, Y/N sighed heavily.

“What is it?” His gentle tone drew her eyes to his.

“I lied to my Dad, twice.” Saying it seemed to lift a certain weight from her chest.

“Why?”

“That’s just it,” her e/c eyes were sad and tired. “I don’t know.”

“What was it about?”

Biting her lip, Y/N looked down at her book. “My Dad doesn’t know I’m down here. He’s asked me twice where I’ve been and twice I passed up on the truth.”

This made Loki curious. She had lied about being down here with him? Why would she do something like that? Yet, he couldn’t deny that it added a certain thrill to his situation. Why would she take risks for him when no one else did?

“Come now young one. You have managed to do something that only a few have managed to do.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“You snuck up on me. Before you even knew who I was.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “yet you heard me.”

“This is really bothering you isn’t it?” Genuine concern laced his words and surprised even him. “Lying to your father?”

A short laugh escaped her. “We’ve only known each other a little less than a day and already it’s as if you can read my mind.”

“Some things don’t need a lot of time.”

It was something in the way he spoke those words that caught her attention and made her heart skip a beat.

~ ~ ~

“You may want to keep a closer eye on your daughter Tony,” Bruce remarked as he returned to the lab he shared with the former.

“How’d you mean?”

“Oh,” Bruce stopped by one of the computers and began entering data. “It’s just that on my way here, I saw her head down to the detention level where he is.”

This was enough for Tony. Practically leaping up from his workstation, he bolted from the lab.

After many twists and turns, the sound of voices floated out to him. One distinctly female.

“Maybe I should just tell him, you know.”

“Now where would be the fun in that?” The voice that answered was male and sent unpleasant shivers down Tony’s spine.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew my father.”

“Something tells me you haven’t done this before.”

Tony heard Y/N laugh in response. “What? Lie? I’m proud to say that I have never done it before. I have never had cause to.”

“And suddenly you do?”

There was a pause before Y/N answered, so softly that Tony had to strain to hear. “I think so.”

Before her companion could answer, Tony stepped from the shadows and into the passageway.

~ ~ ~

“You,” Loki hissed as he spotted the newcomer.

Y/N, confused as to his sudden change in behaviour turned to face whoever it was. Her eyes widened and she felt all the blood drain from her face.

“Stay away from her,” Tony spoke as he moved closer.

“Dad, please-” Y/N stepped between them.

“He’s your father?” The words were whispered but held a dangerous amount of venom.

Turning her back on her father, Y/N swallowed as she met Loki’s hard emerald gaze. “Yes.”

“LIAR.”

Y/N recoiled almost instantly. Any kindness had vanished from the eyes that now glared down at her. “You lied to me. You said you never lied but you have. You are just like the rest of them. Weak, and useless.”

Shaking her head, Y/N fought back tears. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh but I do,” a nasty grin contorted his features. “I mean every word.” It was with those words that he saw fear enter her eyes.

Y/N turned and ran, away from him and away from her father. For the first time in her life, she was truly afraid of someone. His ability to switch from genuine to threatening scared her.

She headed straight for her quarters and hurled herself into bed and cried until no tears came and sleep took over.

~ ~ ~

It was strangely satisfying watching his brother fall from view in the glass cell that he had occupied only minutes before.

Feeling rather pleased with himself, Loki turned to leave, when a sudden blast from his right sent him flying into the opposite wall.

Dazed and disorientated, he shook his head to clear it and slowly made his away out of the hole he had created, not sure if he had any significant injuries. Walking past the now-dead agent who was responsible for the previous blast, Loki started running in the direction of the nearest exit when a strange thought entered his mind, causing him to skid to a stop and change direction.

~ ~ ~

Y/N was woken by a soft knocking on her door. “I’m coming,” her voice was heavy with sleep. Getting up, she padded to the door and opened it only to retreat again.

“Y/N,” the way he said her name almost made her forget his previous words.

Shaking her head, she retreated as far as she could.

Loki used to believe that fear was a good thing, but as he saw it in her eyes, he knew he had never been more wrong. Gone was the sparkle he had grown used to, gone was the warm smile he was always greeted with.

“Y/N?”

“Don’t, please,” her voice was soft and she seemed to be cowering, as though he would lash out again.

“You’re finally afraid of me?”

Y/N nodded and looked down.

He should have been happy. But no such feeling came. “I was wrong.”

Those three words made her look up, “about what?”

“You’re not like the others of your kind.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, what exactly was he playing at? “Loki, don’t say anything you don’t mean.”

“You said earlier that I never answered your question.”

“Don’t.” She sounded as though she was afraid of the answer.

“I had no answer at the time.”

“But you do now?”

The Silvertongued Prince nodded. “Yes.”

“Well,” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, “what is it?”

“You.”

Blinking, she stared at him. “What are you playing at? Why do you mock me so?”

“I do not mock you,” taking a deep breath, Loki edged closer, the scepter hanging forgotten in his hand. “You are the first being in this entire realm to look at me with something other than fear and loathing. You were the first to speak to me without fear or prejudice holding you back. You are braver than that whole team put together.”

Y/N had no idea what to say, she simply stood there and stared. “You really mean that?” She was relieved to find her voice again.

He moved closer until he was less than an arm’s length away. “I have never meant anything more in my entire life.”

“Loki-”

“Hush,” he whispered as he gently lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss.

It took Y/N by surprise but she would have been lying to herself if she said she didn’t want it.

The two broke apart when their lungs demanded air.

“You had better go before they find you in here,” her e/c eyes sparkled mischievously and she grinned.

“Come with me,” he whispered but she shook her head.

“You know I can’t. My father would be furious.”

“I could deal with your father.”

“You will do no such thing,” she laughed and nudged him in the direction of the door. “Now go before they catch you.”

Turning to face her, he gently kissed her a second time and rested his forehead against hers. “Farewell then,” he moved to look her in the eye, “my Queen.”

“Farewell,” Y/N fought against the tears that threatened to fall, “my King.”

“I will return for you, I promise.”

Y/N smiled, never in her life had she believed someone more.


Part 2

NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.


“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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Jealousy (Scott McCall smut)

Summary: After finding you with Liam, Scott decides to teach you some respect (I realise that makes it sound like cheating, but it’s not dw !)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT ! +deals with the alpha/beta/omega dynamic to a certain extent

A/N: AaaAAAaahhh my first Teen Wolf smut! I really hope people enjoy reading this :) You’ve got to wait a while for the smut, but it’s worth it - believe me ;)

If you’re new to my blog, hey! I hope you stick around for a while <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

“Get out.”

The harsh words of your alpha seem to ripple through the room, anger pulsating in every direction. You glance up, only to see his red eyes flickering dangerously between you and the naked boy to your left. 

“What?” Liam’s voice cracks, wavering with a slight fear. You tilt your head to the side to see him frozen, hands clenched around the bedsheets.

“I said,” Scott moves further into the bedroom, his deliberate footing sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine, “Get. Out.” You stay still, knowing that the words are only aimed at the boy you’ve spent the last hour fooling around with. 

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CHAPTER TWO: HE’S YOUR FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND?

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: reader gets put smack dap in the middle of drama, and woop - time to comfort steve. 

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing and Spoilers

CHAPTERS:  ONE.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K+  

The night continued on: drinking, dancing, dancing and drinking – and repeat. It was probably the most fun you had had in a while. That stupid teenager persona you were asked to adapt was really hitting home here. You and Nancy completely stopped what you were doing and who you were socializing with when ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran came on the stereo. The two of you had one of the wildest memories associated with this song. She immediately took your hand and it was the two of you swaying on the dance floor. After a few moments of dancing – you looked over to see Steve standing alone, playing with his fingers. You motioned for him to join the both of you.

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The Preacher’s Daughter

Author: @stilinski-jpeg

A/N: This collab is so funny because I literally had this idea and Camile was like “I’m already writing one.” Nia and Camile strike again. This is going to be a series, so buckle up babes it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I have to thank @minhosmeanhoe (Camile) for pushing me to do this when my motivation was lacking and always being there for me when I get stuck. She also proofread and edited this because she’s literally the best. Okay, without further ado.

Paring: ReaderxMitchfuckingRapp

Warnings: Is it a stilinski-jpeg/minhosmeanhoe fic without smut?? Otherwise, no warnings.

Word Count: 4682

Camile’s version: here

Song: Good Kid by Former Vandal

Originally posted by dylanobrienbr

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anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed.