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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

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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

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Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.

‘Hunt?’

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Minghao: Prompts 83 & 8

Prompts: “What do you mean I’m not your bias?” and “Keep your eyes on me.”

Drabble game prompts open! Shoot me a request ;D 

Genre: Fluff

Requested by: @xumingshua


  • you had known about Seventeen for about 2 years before you met Xu Minghao
  • you weren’t an avid stan
  • only knew a few members
  • only knew about the group because your friend loved to gush about them 24/7
  • she had forced you to listen to a few of their songs
  • and made you choose a bias based on the few you’ve seen
  • of course you only did all these things to appease her
  • you didn’t really have an interest in the group
  • you didn’t like being that obsessed with a group, for you wanted to concentrate on your studies
  • you moved to Korea through a study abroad program
  • and you rented an apartment in Seoul 
  • you dabbled a bit in Korean as your best friend had forced you to learn from here
  • she was Korean
  • and you were grateful for that
  • it wasn’t that difficult to navigate around the area
  • you knew enough to get by
  • to speak
  • to communicate
  • not enough to deliver some fancy speech in your literature class
  • it was late one day and you hadn’t had your meal yet
  • so you decided to go to the nearest convenience store

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tfw you’re the tallest guy in your squad

Inspired by this


[ “From this area, you can see the outline of Green Hill and beyond.” ] Metal Sonic droned, as soon after he overdrived his way to beside Infinite - who is currently levitating in the air. [ “The plan is simple as we discussed a few hours ago.” ]

The small group of five looked up from behind the tall stone wall bordering Green Hill Zone and outer lands they are now. Zavok squinted his eyes, one hand reached out to shield it from the sunlight and another laid on the stone wall – height roughly about his chest. Chaos, being short and don’t have the ability to fly, extended their arm and managed to bring themselves to the top of the wall. This way, they could see the environment around clearly with no obstacle on sight.

It would ńot be a p̀rob͏l̸e̢m̸ for us to do.” Infinite said, their voice distorted out and red aura intesified just for a split second. They pushed their slipping mask back to its place with one finger. “Pi̢e̢r̨ce͝ the defense. And then sp͡l̷i͘t ̡up̕ to do our own assigned missions.

[ “Affirmative.” ] Metal nodded in response.  [ “Any questions? I may send direct signals to the HQ in case any of you have something to concern about. As for your locations, you can see it from here.” ]

No question crossed the back of his mind, but Zavok heard a shuffle from his side. It was Shadow – the guy with the same species as that blue nuisance – uncomfortably looking to his side, avoiding any eye contacts. The Zeti raised an eyebrow in annoyance. What could’ve been bothering hi –

Oh.

It was the wall.

Shadow cannot fly, or levitate, or extend his arm like Chaos did – so due to the misfortune of being short,  he was stuck staring at the wall instead of Green Hill’s scenery.

It would be troublesome if  Shadow doesn’t know where he supposed to be.

Rolling his eyes, Zavok lifted Shadow u[ using his large tail – earning a muffled surprised yelp from the hedgehog. Once he was high enough in position to see the area, Shadow crossed his arms, looking oddly embarrassed, but glanced at Zavok long enough to mutter a ‘thank you’ regardless.

It was then when the realization that the other 3 was staring at them both dawned.

“What?!” Shadow snapped – and Zavok merely glared. Like hell the hedgehog would admit he was in trouble earlier, now that they are giving them odd looks.

The weird thing is that neither Chaos, Metal Sonic or Infinite thrown them any kind of humiliating look (it’s technically impossible to even read them, their faces are blank and one of them is wearing a mask), instead seemingly deep in thought and almost looked like they are considering this.


Moments later, Zavok found himself in a rather ridiculous position.

Pierce the defense… A cak͞e̡ẁa̵l̕k, as I said earlier.” Infinite piped up from the Zeti’s shoulder – careful not to stab themselves on the spikes. Chaos gurgled from Zavok’s arm in agreement, even though literally no one could tell what are they talking about.

Metal Sonic  on the other hand, can easily feel the rage eminating from Zavok.

“You little nuisances.”

[ “This is fine.” ] The robot commented – earning an incredulous glare from Zavok, as he is also sat on the latter’s other shoulder like Infinite. [ “This is also counts as an energy saving procedure.” ]

“You – “

“Why don’t we recount the plan from earlier. I didn’t hear.” Shadow scowled. Faintly, though – there is amusement in his eyes, former embarassment replaced. The Zeti took a deep breath and growled. And they talked, the awkward positioning aside for a few minutes before rolling out.

It’s kinda comfortable. To anyone but Zavok, of course, although Metal Sonic is rather questionable.

He suppose its fine. Just for this time.

However if one of the ridiculous squad member of insane creatures that stupid Doctor decided to pull some weird-arse stunts like this again, Zavok would maim them with no exception.


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Comfort In Flowers

This is a continuation of my previous fic, if you want to be added to the tag list, please let me know!

SUMMARY: It’s been about a week since the Trimmer brothers have moved into the Ego Estate and the Jim twins have already adjusted perfectly, Bim was a different story.

WARNINGS: mentions of child neglect, anxiety induced thoughts and deceased parents

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Children tended to adjust to unfamiliar situations very quickly, and this was the case for the Jim twins.  Being only eight years old, their child innocence allowed them to make friends with everyone they were now living with, Bim was a different story.

Bim had remained in his room the entire week, and only left late at night when he knew no one else was up to get food from the kitchen and store it in his room.  He felt guilty and useless, he was supposed to be out there protecting his brothers from the madness of this house, but he knew the minute he was confronted he would break down.

It was a warm autumn afternoon, the sun shone and there was an occasional breeze that would rustle the plants.  Bim was leaning on the window sill in front of his bed, allowing the sounds outside to calm his nerves and the ind to tangle his hair.  He sighed heavily and looked out onto the vast field occupied by a beautiful garden full of flowers, and just beyond that was a large forest.

Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he contemplated if he wanted to make the treacherous journey down to the garden and risk being seen by anyone, especially Dark, he scared the life out of Bim.  

He pushed himself up and headed over to the bedroom door and unlocked it, that was another thing, he was paranoid that one of the other inhabitants would come to check if he was still alive, he’d always locked the door to assure his and his brothers’ safety.  He peeked outside, looking down each side of the hallway, and quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door gently and making his way downstairs and outside to the garden.

Bim was absolutely astounded the minute he walked into the garden, beautiful red and white roses wrapped around white fences, pink begonias in pots of different sizes, tall chrysanthemums in groups, small crocuses could be found everywhere, lovely white gardenias in lush green bushes and wisterias hanging from trees.  It was so beautiful.

He sat on a bench in the middle of the garden and closed his eyes, flowers always calmed him, he always found comfort in nature.  Bim loved his brothers with all his heart, but he sometimes needed a break, so when they lived in their aunt’s house, he sat in her garden for an hour or two.  Bim took it upon himself to care for the plants at his aunt’s place since she was never around.

“Lovely, isn’t it?”

Bim jumped at the voice and was met with Dark, the exact person he’s been trying to avoid all week.  A wave of anxiety hit him and he tried to make himself smaller, looking down and not saying anything, Dark didn’t seem bothered by that and took it upon himself to sit on the bench beside Bim.

“I haven’t seen you all week, Trimmer.” Said Dark.  “Your brothers on the other hand have been very social, especially with Wilford, the three of them are extremely energetic.” He turned and smiled at Bim, but Bim remained silent, his mind screaming for him to run away.

Dark sighed.  “Look, Tri- Bim.  I understand how hard it must be to adjust-”

“Do you?” Bim quietly interjected, tears welling up in his eyes.  “Do you know what it’s like to see your parents die in front of you?  Do you know what it’s like to be taken in by an aunt who doesn’t want you and only cares about her booze?  Do you know what it’s like to finally adjust to your situation, only to be dragged away to some mansion in the middle of no where?  Do you know what it’s like to be scared of everything all the time?”  Bim looked up at Dark’s surprised face, tears streaming down his cheeks, and raised his voice.  “Well, do you?”

The air was heavy and Dark looked extremely uncomfortable at the crying fourteen year old, he only thought of one thing that would work.  He pulled Bim into a hug, rubbing Bim’s back soothingly as he cried into his chest.

“It’ll be okay, we’re going to do great things together.”


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Is Jughead going to be some kind of leader to the Serpents this season?

I know I’m not the only one that has been thinking/talking about this subject, but I haven’t seen many posts about it yet. So hear me out. (Forgive me if this is a bit rough, I have never written anything like this before, so please bear with me. My mind is just full of thoughts that I need to get out. I’ll put it all under the cut because it’s a long one, folks.)

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Fili Request Pt 1

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Fili Request Pt 1

 -  “ Well I would like to request a Fili story, meeting in Rivendell and joining the journey to Erebor they all live after the battle and Fili thinks the reader loves Kili but Kili knows the truth and try’s to push them together, no expectations here just do your thing! :)” - Had to break it into two parts, gonna pick up the pace after this, gotta sleep…I tried to get it all out at once but it’s grown, so Pt 1!!– :D

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Mr. Mom - Part 1

Pairing- Bucky x Reader

Words- 1.5k

FLUFF! Also, major story build-up, I will be posting this in parts so look forward to PART 2 coming soon.

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

You manage to get your suitcase down the stairs when you heard a knock at the door. A little six-year-old and a golden retriever zoomed past you almost toppling you and your bag over. Setting your suitcase upright, you walked over to get the door. Upon opening it you were greeted with a quick peck on the cheek as the man who stood in front of you slid inside.

“Buck thank you so much for doing this. You are one of the few people Sebastian can actually stand. I owe you.” He flashed a quick grin and helped you move your bags closer to the door. “Okay. I stocked the house with Sebastian’s favorites, you should be set for the rest of the week. Bedtime is 9 o’clock we usually read a story. Homework done by dinner, he needs a little help with subtraction but if you walk him through a few problems he can usually figure out the rest on his own. He is staying at his friend Parker’s house on Saturday, so you should have the weekend to yourself. All emergency numbers are listed on the fridge and if you need anything call me. I know you won’t want to bother me, being it’s my first mission in almost 6 years but please don’t hesitate to call.” Your mouth was moving a mile a minute until Bucky finally stopped you.

“Relax (Y/N), Sebastian and I will be fine.” He gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you into his arms for a hug.

When you broke apart you called into the living room for your son. “Sebastian come give your mother a hug!” You could hear little feet running across the hardwood. A full head of light brown hair bolted towards your legs and you scooped him up in your arms. “You be good for Bucky okay?” He gave you a quick nod. “I will be back in a week sweetie. I love you.” You set him down back on the floor and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too mom.” He scrunched his face up at you, pretending to be grossed out that you kissed him. This made a small laugh escape your lips and put your mind at ease.

“Okay boys, have fun this week.” You called after Sebastian as he bolted back into the living room.

Bucky grabbed your bag, “Here (Y/N), let me help you out.” He followed you out to your car. “Be careful okay?”

“Of course, and Buck? Seriously thank you. Sebastian hasn’t had much male influence in his life, so you being there means so much to me.” You squeezed his hand before getting into the driver’s seat as he shut the door behind you. He waved as you pulled out of the driveway.

Steve had introduced you to Bucky a year before you had gotten pregnant with Sebastian, and instantly you became best friends. That was 8 years ago, you both had remained friends since that day. Bucky was there for you through most of the pregnancy, since unfortunately Sebastian’s father had been MIA since you got the news. A one night stand that ending up with you pregnant. But Bucky didn’t mind filling in, going to doctors appointments, helping satisfy cravings, rubbing your swollen feet, honestly he enjoyed it. He knew from the moment he had met you that he was in love but unfortunately, you were too preoccupied to see it. One month left into your pregnancy you left Stark tower and moved back in with your parents. You told him that living with the Avengers was not ideal for raising a child. Until 6 months ago, when you moved back to New York, you were now living down the street from the place you used to call home. Sebastian, on the other hand, had a hard time seeing his new house as a home.

Sebastian was never a “normal” kid, from a young age, he showed signs of social anxiety. His teachers called him shy, never speaking up in class and avoiding other children on the playground. You received phone calls often from concerned parents about Sebastian’s behavior, after he had spent most of his time at a birthday party in the corner reading. He had a hard time connecting with people. You knew this from day one, and this gave you a cause for concern taking your son to Stark tower to meet your old teammates. You knew social situations overwhelmed him, and the when you get the Avengers together they can be an exciting bunch. You gave Tony a heads up before you finally brought Sebastian over.

Sebastian held your hand tightly as you both left the elevator and reached the main lounge area of Stark Tower. He hid behind you has you approached a small group gathered on couches.

A tall man with a goatee greeted you both, with the rest of the Avengers following behind him. He pulled you in for a quick hug and held his hand out to your son. “Hey, Sebastian. I am Tony nice to meet you kiddo.” Tony gave his signature toothy grin as Sebastian hid further behind you.

You turned to your son, “It okay Sebastian, they are all our friends.” His eyes widened and he bolted out of the room.

You tried to take off after him but you lost your son after he rounded the corner. You sighed looking back at your friends you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, he does this a lot.”

Steve gave you an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry (Y/N), the tower isn’t that big. We’ll find him.”

The all gave you a look of reassurance as they each broke apart to find your son.

Bucky eventually found Sebastian hiding under the wooden table in the kitchen. He breathed a sigh of relief as he shot you a text saying he found your son. He then crawled under the table joining him.

“Are you okay down here? I know they can all be a little intimidating, but they were just so excited to meet you.” His voice was soft and heartfelt. A voice that not many people heard from the man.

Sebastian looked up the panic in his eyes beginning to fade. “Really?”

“Of course buddy, your mom has told us all so much about you. You’re pretty famous around here.” Bucky watched as Sebastian tried to hide a smile, proud that a big group of superheroes was excited to meet him.

“This is a pretty good hiding place you got.” Bucky looked around and flashed a smile, which made Sebastian lighten up slightly. “You mind if I borrow it sometime?”

Nervous eyes became curious ones as Sebastian started to study Bucky noticing the small patch of metal peeking out from under  his sleeve. Bucky  became aware of what Sebastian was looking at and took off his glove.

His eyes lit up as he looked at the man and the arm. Bucky moved his hand as Sebastian examined slowly inching closer. Buck flexed his arm and the metal contracted with it, Sebastian became entranced. He looked up for a moment to ask Bucky a question. “Do you really have a metal arm?”

Bucky nodded.

The child went back to investigating, “I’m Sebastian.”

“Nice to meet you, Sebastian, I’m Bucky.”

Bucky smiled to himself, this was the first time anyone had actually taken any positive interest in his arm. Usually, it made other people uncomfortable, but not this little boy He watched as Sebastian’s little fingers grazed across the cool metal of his forearm. He looked so much like you. Everything Sebastian does mirrored you almost perfectly.

“How about we get some ice cream huh?” Bucky asked.

Sebastian’s attention immediately shifted as he eagerly shook his head.

You walked into the kitchen, your son sitting on the counter giggling while Bucky’s head was in the freezer.

“We’ve got chocolate, vanilla, and cookie dough.” Bucky poked his head out from behind the freezer door.

“Cookie Dough,” Sebastian grinned.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Bucky turned around with a pint of ice cream in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

“There are my favorite boys! Looks like you two have already gotten acquainted.” You beamed.

Both looked up at you innocently, with spoons hanging out of their mouths.

You walked over to your son who had ice cream all over his face and pulled him into your embrace. “How about we get you all cleaned up and we head home okay?”

Your son gave you a quick nod as you wiped the corners of his mouth with a wet washcloth

. Bucky took the bowls and set them in the sink. You mouthed a quick thank you to him as you lifted Sebastian and set him on the ground. Sebastian’s hand grasped on to Bucky’s metal one as you all walked out of the kitchen together.


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botanical-luke  asked:

ok so i have ocd. like bad. and i just can't help but imagine bae having ocd and owen helping her/him with compulsive things they do, comforting them when the bad thoughts come, all that sort of stuff! bc as a person who has it i know that a lot of people don't really seem to think it's such a big deal so they ignore their needs or even do things to fuck with them (not cool). and having someone like owen to do all those things to help, that would be a godsent gift. just imagine.

Today was especially bad. There were shelves behind the cash register in the gift shop you worked in that held countless plastic dinosaur figurines. They annoyed you to no end, partly because you had to tell a hundred irritable mom’s a day that they were for decoration and not for sale, and partly because they acted as a very strong trigger. You’d lost track of the amount of hours you spent, organizing them properly–groups of three, evenly spaced, alternating small dinosaur, tall dinosaur, etc.–just to have them bumped by the janitor, or, more typically, moved around by your coworkers. 

They thought it was funny to see the way your whole body tensed up when even one was knocked slightly out of place, or the way that you’d actually held up lines before trying to fix them. At one point, you even learned that they were making bets with one another to see who could move the most around while your back was turned. Needless to say, you were very ready to be quitting your job. After all, there was only one thing keeping you there…though that thing was pretty important. Owen. 

He’d really stuck his neck out for you to get that job, though, it was more for his own selfish reasons of wanting you to move onto the island with him; though you certainly didn’t disagree with his logic. But as much as you loved Owen, your mental health was rapidly declining from being consistently immersed in the chaotic theme park environment. 

Behind you, you heard the clacks and scrapes of the plastic figurines being shifted around. You knew it’d be a disaster, you know you should’ve just kept your eyes trained forward…but fuck. You had to look, and the moment you did, you nearly cried. Every single one. Those assholes had moved every single one of them, and your shift had just begun. You were gonna have to deal with it all day. 

“Hey, pretty lady!” 

You jumped at the chipper voice behind you and spun around to find Owen holding out the daily Starbucks he’d bring you each morning. Though, his smile slowly faded to a frown as his eyes went from your teary ones, to the shelves of figurines. He wordlessly set the cup down and then effortlessly hopped over the counter. 

“Owen…it’s fine,” you mumbled and reached out, but he lightly slapped your hand away and continued to fumble with the figurines. Groups of three. Evenly spaced and…

“I forget. Is it big one, little one? Or little one, big one?”

“The second one…Owen. You’re going to be late. I got this.” 

He paused and turned to you with a gentle smile. “You just do your job and I’ll do mine, okay?” And with that, he kissed your nose and went back to fixing the dinosaurs. 

6 of Crows PTA AU Part 1

What happens when Kaz’s crew settles down, has children, and joins the notorious PTA of the local elementary school? Well a lot of things, including a near-repeat of the Tangerine Tracksuit incident of 09, Lemon Tarts near people’s anuses, the greatest fight between middle-aged women of all time, and Matthias seriously needs to lighten up. For @miramais99tigers

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Nakta: I’m considering changing my height to 190cm for the other members. (to raise the group’s average height)

RUNNERS.
Last year, there was a small group of them. They held themselves tall enough to fit in with the rest. The storms never stopped and they ran with raindrops clinging to their lashes, the tears they forgot to shed. I told my burly P.E. teacher that I wanted to join them someday, and he looked at the bony frame of my shoulders, the hollow outlines of my sunken eyes, and said to me, “Don’t bother trying out.”

ON YOUR MARK.
I’m not sure if you remember me, but I knew you. I knew you. I once sank into the curve of your shoulders and tended to your wounds. You had clouds beneath your feet. When they wept, you flooded this lonely town, sent the roofs crashing in your wake. You were my friend, until you laced up your track spikes and left me behind in the dust with the wrong pair of shoes. You were my friend, until you weren’t.

GET SET.
The wind whistles backwards. The stadium is empty. The storms have stopped but the sun can only be so bright. I nudge the starting line with the toe of my own spikes–the right shoes, this time. It is here I stand, alone, alone, alone again. The finish line is an eternity away, if there even is a finish line. Where did you go? How did you leave so quickly?

GO.
The secret: The crowds were cheering for you, only you. But that’s fine, that’s all right. I’ll run fast enough for both of us. I’ll shout louder than you or him or her or them or anyone. I’m a whirling cosmos, raging thunder, embers blazing back to life. If nothing else, I want you to remember this: Once, I was your friend, and it wasn’t my fault.
—  ELAPSED TIME: 3 YEARS OF DOUBT, LEFT BEHIND, j.t.
On Labels

Everyone who’s saying “We don’t need MORE labels” has obviously never found themselves a home in one of these words. What they’re really saying is “I don’t need it, I don’t understand it, so I’m not going to let YOU have it either.”

Well, you know what? WE need these words. WE need these labels. I don’t really care if YOU don’t have a use for them.

There isn’t some limit on the number of words that can be used to describe people. Everyone has several dozen labels that can be applied that will group them into buckets, some large, some small. Man. Tall. Philatelist. Conservative. Redhead. Hindu. Seahawks Fan. American. The sum of those words describe who we are. If you take away any of them, you take away part of who we are.


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every friend group has the one designated tall person. 

Smalls choose their alphas talls based on the talls skills sets: the ability to reach high, will defend the smalls as needed, very cushiony and nice to sleep on. Some smalls choose to have two talls in a group so that they can acquire many skill sets 

Having more then one or two talls can be dangerous though, since talls are more likely to need to fight to have alpha power over the group (even though the smalls are in control) 

Talls are bound to feel threatened when a small wears heels that brings the small to an average height, making the tall feel smaller/shorter then normally, or when another tall in the group wears heels that bring up their height, so that the other tall looses height. This can easily be avoided by only keeping one tall within the group.

Although, when smalls take in an alpha tall they run the risk of enduring abuse from talls, being made fun of for their height by jokes and being used as armrest for the tall’s sadistic mirth. (Sometimes it may happen that smalls will be the abuser of the talls, saying “How is the weather up there?”, it is much more common for smalls to get abused.)

Although it is not common for smalls and talls to make their own group without any diversity, it can happen and cause issues within the group, so it is not advised. 

Another solution both talls and smalls use is to stay separate from groups and stay single, but commonly a single tall and a single small will stay together as a couple, but will be outcasted from groups of diverse, smalls, and talls, maybe one day to be welcomed back

luke sneaking away from the boys for the day and spending it with you, exploring new cities with hats and disguises so you can spend it alone and without any distributions. but of course the six foot tall beauty would be found out by a small group of fans. and he’d apologize and go and take pictures and meet the fans (because he’s an angel he’d stop for anyone i love that boy), and he’d feel so upset about it and you’d just remind him that he just made someone’s year by stopping for five minutes for her. and luke would go red and say, “it’s weird to think how important i can be to some people”. and you’d just say, “well your talking to one of those people right now”. and luke would grin and just kiss your forehead and call you a loser and you’d remind him that you were his loser and sigh luke is a mush