#cue the “HOW COULD YOU SEDUCE HER YOU SICK LITTLE FREAK”

[whenthegoldrays]

Trope in time travel shows that will always hit — when the MC returns to their own time after changing the timeline and is appalled to find their sibling and their best friend have gotten married

[hellomissmabel]

Little Monster part 4

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words? Mentions of drugging someone (e.g. date rape), mentions of sex but without explicit content. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please skip this part!

Word count: 1950

Summary: Y/N and professor Rogers have their first meeting. Steve finds himself aligning with a surprising ally.

A/N: I’ve been suffering from serious writer’s block. All I can seem to get on the page is crap. This is my attempt at restoring the balance and getting myself out there again. Hope you like it.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Y/N’s POV

“Good morning, Y/N. I’m glad you could make it,” he chuckles lightly, soft blue eyes watching me intently. “Before we get started on the course material for this week, I’d like to talk to you about something, something I’d like to bring to your attention. If you’re not comfortable about working with me after this, I completely understand.”

He clears his throat, waiting for you to speak but you don’t even bat an eye, leaving the professor with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air pulled taut. The truth behind your lack of response is that your mind is elsewhere, in another dimension where you’re not in a relationship with Bucky and he’s not your superior.

“I wanted to quit teaching after the whole Sharon debacle, but the university would not let me. They need to keep an eye on me, keep me in line and the only way they can do that is by keeping me on as a professor. On a tight leash, so to speak.”

Absentmindedly you play with the hem of your shirt, thinking what it would be like if he tore it from your body. You register his words, but you can’t really find it in yourself to care. When you called Bucky last night, something was off about him. Sure, he ended the phone call with an I love you, just like always. But there was somebody there with him, presumably in his office back at the mansion. Was it Pietro? Were the rumours about Bucky wanting to have sex with Wanda true?

Professor Rogers comes back into your focus when he taps his desk impatiently, having taken notice of your mental absence. “So Y/N, believe me when I say that I’d rather live out the rest of my days in the countryside as a farmer than being judged for something I didn’t do on a daily basis.”

He looks away yet your eyes remain on him, levelling him up as a way of silencing the thunder inside your heart. He’s attractive but not in the same way as Bucky. This man is agile in his appearance, elegant in his poise and he most certainly looks like he can rip a log in half. Bucky, on the other hand, he is all muscle and a soft core. A little rough around the edges from time to time. Not to mention his thick thighs that make for excellent rides…

“You see, this is a trial. I’m on trial. They want to see if I can keep it in my pants and unfortunately you’re somehow caught in the middle. My sincere apologies, Y/N,” Steve finishes his monologue, gauging your reaction like a hawk stalks its prey.

“Don’t apologise when we’re obviously both on trial here.” He shoots you a confused look and you heavy out a dry laugh. “Ask your friend professor Wilson for his version of what happened after we conclude our meeting. But I can tell you one thing, if they want to know if you can keep it in your pants, they also want to know if I didn’t do anything to provoke you. If Stark hadn’t walked in on Sam with his pants down, trying to lift a half-conscious girl onto his desk… Who knows what would’ve happened.”

He swallows thickly, discomfort etched onto his face. The fact that disclosing your own reasons for your indifference seems like an easy thing for you to do, feeds his curiosity about you even more. “You see, students can often be little monsters with big mouths. They always complain. But in my experience, professors can be little monsters too. Little monsters with big reputations. Big mouths are more easily silenced, that much is true. But professor Rogers, you and me both know that big reputations are easier to kill than big mouths.”

He sits back in his chair, his expression blank and all signs of distress vanished into thin air. “Miss Y/L/N, please call me Steve. I believe we will get along just fine.”

It’s too early to wake up but you can’t sleep either. Your lover is snoring next to you, his right arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders while the other supports his head. Prying his arm away from you as to make an easy escape and avoiding waking him up as well, you slip off the bed and grab his discarded shirt on the way to the kitchen. You’re not hungry but you’ve got to do something to kill the time. So you decide to make yourself a club sandwich. At 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

“You’re up awfully early.” His groggy, gravelly voice falls like a symphony to your eager ears.

“I know,” you say with a soft sigh. His arms lock around your waist as he pulls your back flush to his chest, nuzzling his scruffy face in the nape of your neck, pecking your sweet spot. Turning your head, you kiss his temple and inhale the scent of his shampoo. He’s a health freak and the total opposite of you, but that didn’t keep you from offering him a taste of something sweet.

“Can I seduce you back to bed, babe?,” he asks innocently, his nose running up your neck and his lips suckling tenderly on your earlobe.

You shake your head, your voice still a little strained from last night. “I set the alarm for six a.m. anyway, so what’s another hour?”

“It’s another hour spent between the sheets, with me.”

“Steve…,” you complain but he quickly spins you around and crashes his lips to you, cutting off any further argument you could’ve provided him with. You rest your case and melt into him, his tongue effortlessly tangling with yours as his hands dance to your hips. With ease he lifts you up and as if on cue, your legs wrap around his slim waist.

“That’s professor Rogers for you, Y/N,” he chastises playfully, moaning when you capture his bottom lip between your teeth, looking at him through hooded eyelids.

He throws you back on the bed and climbs on top of you, nudging your legs apart with his knee to allow him to settle between them. He kisses you softly at first before the kisses become more heated, more needy and passionate. Steve’s about to lift up your shirt, expose your soft body to his lust blown pupils when...

“Y/N Y/L/N, can you give me two examples, please?”

Wanda nudges your side with her elbow, tearing you away from more pleasurable thoughts. She slips you a small piece of paper with the two examples to help you out. You look back and forth between her and the substitute teacher who’s leading today’s seminar instead of professor Rogers, your mind still a bit fuzzy from your hot daydream. Rumour has it professor Rogers called in sick, but rumour also has it that he got laid yesterday. Which one it is, you’re about to find out once you get the chance to ask Wanda about it. So you provide the teaching assistant with a satisfactory reply like any good student would. She doesn’t look in your direction again until class is over and Wanda albeit drags you outside.

“You’ve got to be on top of this class, Y/N! You were spacing out again, weren’t you?” She sighs in frustration when you look back at her and sheepishly shrug. “God, I’m so done helping you pass.”

“Wanda, come on! You know I need all the help I can get!”

She turns to face you, dramatically spinning on the balls of her feet. “Y/N Y/L/N. I don’t care anymore. I went to see professor Rogers on your behalf but if you can’t even pay attention in class, then I’m not going to stick out my neck for you anymore!”

Wanda storms off, leaving you surrounded by unfamiliar faces and an abundance of raging thoughts. You can’t tell her you’ve been having sexually suggestive dreams about professor Rogers ever since your first meeting with him. You can’t trust her because she’s just as much an object of Bucky’s affections as you are and you want to make sure he never acts on his desires. You can’t do that if you’re caught with Steve’s hand in your panties.

Steve’s POV

“She’s a little minx, that one,” I confess heavily, as if the words escaping my mind will somehow lessen the burden that comes with resisting her effortless charm and wit.

“You don’t have to tell me. Not just any woman sleeps around with Bucky Barnes,” Wanda responds, pursing her lips and blowing some smoke from her cigarette. “Does she know how bad you want her?”

She perches her feet on my desk and I shoot her a dirty look. “No, of course not. It would be like poking a hornet’s nest, asking another one of my students to get on her knees for me. Imagine all the trouble it could get me into.” Then again, she might be worth it, Steve thinks to himself. But Wanda doesn’t need to know that he gets hard just thinking about Y/N, that he gets off on seeing her in his lectures. “So how’s it going with that Barton kid? I know Y/N is trying to set you up with him.”

Smiling disapprovingly, she shakes her head. “Don’t try to change the subject, Rogers.” Wanda takes a long drag from her cigarette again, locking eyes with me and winking. “If you must know… Yes, she’s trying to set me up with Barton. It isn’t working. I’m more interested in Barnes.”

“Barnes is off-limits, miss Maximoff,” I warn her quickly, standing up abruptly and throwing her feet off my desk. “As long as Y/N is dating him anyway.” Pacing back and forth, I contemplate our options. “God, Wanda, I want to make her mine but I can’t.”

“You do know I only came to you so you’d write me a good recommendation and support my academic career?” I nod softly, encouraging her to state her point. “Well, I might be willing to give her a push in the right direction… In exchange for that other thing we talked about earlier.”

A deep sigh rumbles through me and as I exhale languidly, Wanda gets up from her seat and sways towards me, mischief written all over her face. “You want to fuck her and I want to fuck over Tony Stark. I know he’s your superior and all, but really, does it make any difference? He screwed both of us over.”

I place my hands on her hips, pulling her towards her and spinning us around so her back hits the wall. She looks so small compared to my tall form and as I tower over her, my expression dark and menacing, the grad student swallows thickly. “On one condition.”

“You name it,” she whispers, trying her best to press into the wall so she doesn’t have to touch me.

“You burn it, all of it. All the pictures. Nobody benefits from seeing your pretty little cunt on the frontpage of the university newspaper. Nobody benefits from seeing me punishing you like the disobedient little school girl you are. Your brother would be horrified but I bet Stark would have a field day. So burn it.”

“O-Okay” Wanda squeaks softly and I release her, chuckling darkly when I see the small red imprints my fingers have left on her arms. She flees my office without another word and even though I realise I’ve gone too far, that I’ve let my darkness take over for too long, there’s a part of me that revels in the fact I still have that kind of power over women.

Part 5

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[bttmbunk]

What is the Heathers AU?

Oh anon, buckle up.

Heathers is a cult black comedy film from the 80s which I highly suggest you watch. I watched it for the first time earlier this year and it opened my eyes. But the musical. The musical. It’s even better. The movie was adapted into a musical in 2010, and (you didn’t hear this from me, but) there’s a bootleg of the 2014 Off-Broadway production somewhere on the internet if you’re desperate to watch it. BUT. Watching the movie, and listening to the musical’s soundtrack on Youtube (do it, it’s amazing), is more than you need.

(this was assuming you didn’t know what the Heathers was. I’m sorry if you did and I just rambled on for nothing)

The Heathers AU is purely self-indulgent for me. Like, this musical is my aesthetic, okay. I love the songs and I have this urge to draw Sterek animatics for all of them (which is gonna happen eventually). I headcanon Derek as the main character (Veronica) and Stiles as JD. I’m taking some creative liberties with the AU, though, and I’m still mostly figuring it out but I can tell you what I’ve got so long (credit to @jaecarjackvice for helping me)

Spoilers (kinda) under the cut

Derek’s family is alive in this universe. 

He’s 17, and he’s getting pretty sick of the competitive social hierarchy at Beacon Hills High. I mean, he’s charming and handsome but it’s apparently not good enough because of the company he keeps, like Erica and Isaac. But they’re his best friends, he isn’t just going to turn his back on them because they’re ‘weird’.

The Hale family are all about doing their best to fit into society, though, so he knows his parents kinda wish he could fit in a little more.

Take note that I take liberties with everyone’s age in this AU. Some people are aged up, some are aged down

Peter is the equivalent of Heather Duke. He’s part of the clique that’s above all the drama (obviously not called the Heathers in this AU, more like…the ‘Alphas’ of BHH or something), and he sways Derek into impressing the Alphas with his note forgery skills

I’m thinking Jennifer would be a good Heather Chandler, and I see Lydia as Heather McNamara

Jennifer practically seduces Derek into joining their clique because she sees his ‘potential’, and Derek’s kinda happy with this development at first, until Jennifer gets him to forge a ‘love note’ from Boyd to Erica. When he tries to refuse, Jennifer threatens to destroy his social life

Cue Stiles. He’s the mysterious new kid that criticizes Derek for his choice in friends.

Jackson (the equivalent of Kurt) picks a fight with Stiles, and Stiles unexpectedly wins. And Derek is like ‘hot damn I think I like this new kid’

Anyway, Jackson throws a party that weekend that Derek is dragged to. Before they go to the party Derek runs into Stiles at the 7-11 (in the musical, this is the “Freeze Your Brain” number). He learns a lot about Stiles, like how his real parents are dead and he’s living with his guardian, Kate. Stiles kinda flirts with Derek as he praises the virtues of the slurpee, and how he uses the brain-freeze to numb the pain of his troubled relationship with Kate, the absence of his dead parents, and his nomadic lifestyle . Derek falls even further for him

At the party, Erica shows up because of ‘Boyd’s note’ and the Alphas proceed to try to humiliate her. Derek stops them, and Jennifer tells him he is going to be the social equivalent of dead come Monday

Derek feels like he’s got nothing to lose and breaks into Stiles’ bedroom to seduce him, losing his virginity (“Dead Boy Walking”)

Nowww here’s where the real story starts. Derek decides to go to Jennifer and apologize for the night before, and Stiles tags along. Jennifer orders Derek  to make her a hangover cure, and Stiles ‘jokingly’ suggests putting toxic drain cleaner in it as revenge. Derek tells him to stop, but, distracted, he grabs the wrong cup.

Jennifer rejects Derek’s apology, drinks the ‘hangover cure’, and dies. Fearing no one will believe it was an accident, Derek freaks out, but Stiles convinces him to forge a suicide note. In the process, he makes Jennifer sound more deep and complex than she actually was, gaining her sympathy from the entire school and inspiring Mr Finstock to start a school-wide campaign to prevent teenage suicide

With Jennifer dead, Peter basically assumes control

Peter and Jackson spread a rumour about Erica, telling the whole school about how Jackson and Boyd double-teamed her.

Stiles enlists Derek in a plan to get revenge on the jocks, that involves “Ich Lüge” bullets which apparently break the skin and knock you out, but don’t kill. Derek agrees to it. 

Spoiler alert the bullets are real. Stiles and Derek have now murdered two more people

This is when Derek finally realizes there’s something definitely wrong with Stiles.

Surprise! It’s void Stiles. He’s been possessed by the Nogitsune, hence, all the murdery tendencies. Kate (who is still a murderous bitch in this universe) also factors into this but I’m still figuring that out

And there’s still the whole of Act 2, but, this is all I’ve got for now. There’s a lot I have to think about because I actually want a happy ending for Stiles and Derek. So the ending will probably involve Kate’s death and freeing Stiles from the Nogitsune and then everyone that’s still alive gets to be happy