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(a/n: I don't feel I write enough p.o.c imagines and I really wanna. So here goes a shot.)

summary: inspiration from the film A Bronx Tale. A young Tony Stark falls in for a girl he's only seen from the other side of the subway.

pairing: young!tony stark x p.o.c reader

(1988)

Senior year meant for many the beginning of adulthood. Not for Stark though, he just continued the life he already had. His parents would give him the checks and he would cash them. Luxurious parties and tons of liquor. Where as (Y/N) prepared herself for summer jobs and hopefully moving to Manhattan. 

The only thing these two had in common was the fact they went to the same school. Everyone knew about the notorious Anthony ‘Tony’ Stark around the campus, even (Y/N) had heard about how he would pay off the physical ed teachers or show off genius brain at his father’s expo’s and for that reason he was either envied or loved.

(Y/N) lived for school and the fun of being young. She wouldn’t lie, every once in a while she would sneak out to parties and let loose but her priorities were for the most part set on school. Her grades were immaculate and reputation was that of a hometown glory. 

One day though, the two unlikely people clashed. Not by some divine power but by the school board. 

“We’ve called you two up as you have the qualities we are looking for in candidates for both valedictorian and to lead a conference with the superintendents of other New York school boards on how to improve our high school system.” The headmaster said.

“You want Anthony Stark as valedictorian? The boy who bribed half the staff out of his classes and getting written up-”

“Uh, objection my lawyers said I have the right to denounce those accusations-”

“The same way you denounce appearing to your classes. Please, if it wasn’t for your daddy you wouldn’t even be in this school.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Aren’t you the same girl who was at that big party last Friday? And as I remember your actions weren’t all that savoury-”

“Enough! The both of you will work together and no Ms. (L/N) we plan on making you valedictorian. Mr. Stark here will lead the meeting-”

“Typical.” You muttered continuing on the notes you had started about the situation.

“Glad to hear it, I’ll let pops know that you want Stark Co. there, he’ll be thrilled.” Anthony said rolling his eyes.

“However, Ms. (L/N) will be helping you write your speeches. You do have a tendency to be very unfiltered Stark.” The headmaster said making you laugh a bit.

“Fine, was this all?” Anthony said, the headmaster looked at you both then sighed and nodded.

“I’ll be calling you up next Tuesday to see how the progress is going. The meetings will begin next Saturday at 10:00 am sharp in the mess hall.” They said as you two walked out of the office.

“So I’ll write the speeches tonight, you practice them and then show them to headmaster.” You said to him.

“Awe little miss perfect doesn’t wanna hang out with a big dog?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’re just a spoiled brat, if you didn’t already know. Daddy’s gonna eventually cut off the checks and I’ll be living better than you when that happens. Anthony you-”

“Tony. Please Anthony is so formal. I won’t lie, I like your feisty attitude. It suits you, so how about I buy you lunch and we settle our differences. I don’t like pretty girls mad at me.” He said raising his eyebrows.

He genuinely did want to have lunch with you though. Your rage through this whole situation made him interested in you. Of course he’d heard about his competition but his ‘friends’ would talk him out of the worry of being out done by someone like you.

He wasn’t prejudice and despite his friends’ naive minds he knew if you really tried you could out shine him. That made him both scared and also gave him desire for you. To have someone who could actually understand his brain and not just his money. 

So there you both stood, you didn’t want to except his stupid lunch but you also didn’t want to turn down free food.

‘Fine, but I choose the place and you have to promise to annoy me.” You said, he put his hand on his heart.

‘I swear by it, cross my heart.” He said, your rolled your eyes and walked off.

So the next day you found yourself at a Burger King waiting for Tony to be done posing for pictures with everyone outside the restaurant. When he walked in and looked at you, his gaze softened for a second which was odd but then he was back to his normal self within a matter of seconds.

“(Y/N) good to see you, did you order yet?” He asked as he waved at people outside who stared from the windows.

“No, I was waiting for you to-”

“That’s sweet, are those the speeches? Gosh you’re efficient. Tell ya what order whatever you want-”

“You know what I’m not hungry, I’m going home. I’ll see you next Tuesday.” You said to him as he was speaking people started giving you odd looks.

“What? Why? (Y/N) wait up!” As he said those words she was out the door and being mobbed by people.

“What’s your relation with Howard Stark’s son?” “Are you his girlfriend?” “Is he starting a reach out program?”

“No, no I wish she was, and absolutely not. (Y/N) is actually a genius who is our school’s valedictorian. Believe it or not she’s helping me out with school work. Really she is way too smart for me.” He said as they started to take pictures.

“Thank you,” you muttered still a bit confused by everything.

“It’s no problem, now would you let me take you on a proper date? I really do think you’re quite cute.” He whispered in your ear.

Namjoon

Namjoon would be absolutely livid. He’d be confused at first when you both got pulled over by a cop. He knew you weren't speeding, so what the hell? 

“Here we go again.” You'd whisper to yourself, not aware that Namjoon was watching you.

He’d watch silently as the cop asked for your license and registration. He’d notice smug look on the cops face as he told you that there was a robbery near by and you resembled the suspect.

“Wait wait wait wait. Describe the suspect.” Namjoon would interrupt. 

The cop wouldn't take him seriously and would ignore his question, causing Namjoon to snap and get out of the car, yelling for the cop to describe the suspect, and about how you both had the right to know what this was about. Terror would freeze your blood as the cop began to order Namjoon to get back in the car and jesus christ all mighty, why isn't Namjoon listening to you as you scream for him to get his ass back in the car? Your heart would be pounding as you saw the cop begin to reach for his fire arm, but luckily, Namjoon would finally listen and sit in the car next to you.

The cop would leave you both with a firm warning to Namjoon and an insincere apology to you. When he was gone, you’d fall apart, hitting Namjoon and yelling incoherently, tears streaming down your face. Namjoon would be surprised and would gently defend himself from your blows. He’d yell over your screams.

“Why are you so mad?! It wasn't our fault.” He’d ask, exasperatedly.

You’d take a deep breath and look at him with tear filled eyes.

“Namjoon. You have to understand. I’m black. I can't afford to yell at the police. They shoot first and ask questions later. The fact that you're in the car with a black person automatically means you can get shot too so please. Don't ever, do that again.” You plead, holding his hands in yours. 

He quickly nods and pulls you to his chest, comforting you. He makes you switch places with him and drives home. Afterwards, your relationship is ten times stronger and ten times more understanding.

Hoseok

Hoseok is the definition of low-key savage. He’s the sun as everyone knows, and is literally happiness personified, but when it came to protecting you, he could kill. Dating a black girl had really opened his eyes to some injustices black people faced, and he’d be damned if he let anyone disrespect you, whether it was or wasn't due to the color of your skin.

When he finds out that your boss told you to ‘do something about your hair’ which you preferred to keep natural, he laughs and shakes his head. It’s at that moment that you know you made a huge mistake telling him, cause that laugh meant one thing and one thing only.

Time to fuck shit up. 

While you were at work, Hoseok would show up with a book in his hand. He’d make his way to your bosses office calmly. You'd watch in shock from the door as he pulled out articles about African American hairstyles being discriminated against in the workplace settings, spreading them in front of your shocked boss. He’d explain how almost all of the employers in the articles were ruled as ‘right’ in the claim that they could choose hairstyles for their employees. Then he pointed at the ones who lost their claims, along with their businesses.

“Now that we've read these and got educated, let me make one thing clear. If my girlfriend, Y/n, comes home to tell me you said anything to her regarding this conversation, or tormented her in anyway, I will do everything in my power to make sure you loose your business, then your money, then your house. Don't be an asshole. Here’s my card. Have a lovely day.” He’d finish with a sweet smile, then walk out, kissing you goodbye.

Your boss wouldn't dare to say a word to you, seeing as your boyfriend was famous, and according to google, worth a shitload of money. Your hair was happy, you were happy, Hoseok was happy, and all things were good.

Seokjin

“N*GG*R!”

You'd feel you heart stop at the word that hit you like a brick, lingering in the air. Jin would freeze and look around towards the crowd of paparazzi and fans that surrounded you both, looking for the culprit who was either hiding like a coward, or long gone.

Jin would grit his teeth in silent rage and wrap his arm around you. He’d maneuver his way through the crowd with a stricken girlfriend in his arms, entering the hotel finally. You'd both silently make your way to the elevator and enter. Jin would walk to the back of the elevator and lean on the wall, shaking with anger, while you replayed the moment over and over again in your head.

“I-I don't get it. We’re not even in the U.S anymore!” He’d yell, voice startling you.

You'd let out a laugh and shake your head. “Racists are everywhere baby. There’s no escaping it. Doesn't matter that were in another country.” You’d reply, giving him a soft, sad smile.

Seokjin would frown and immediately pull you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“It’s not fair to you. This was supposed to be our amazing, unforgettable honeymoon. Are you okay baby?” He’d ask, one hand coming up to cup your cheek so he could peer into your eyes.

“I’m fine. It’s not gonna affect out honeymoon. We’re here to have fun. Some ignorant git isn't gonna ruin that. Okay?” You ask, attempting to convince him that you really were okay.

Jin would sigh and finally relent, calming down. You’d both forget about the rough start to your honeymoon and have the best fun you'd ever had, making new memories free of criticism and media influence, as husband and wife. 

(GOD this boy is foiiiiiiiine. Lemme use this chance to confess that he has now wriggled his way up the ranks and has gone from Bias Wrecker to Another Bias. BITCH LOOK AT HIS FACE JHBJVUGJGH)

Yoongi

You’d both be on line for some shit idk, maybe to get coffee or buy groceries, when some random roach bitch came out of no where and suddenly dug her fingers into your afro. You’d be too shocked to react. You’d barely be able to hear her asking the usual roach questions like ‘omg, how'd you get your hair to do this?’ and ‘it’s like, sooooo puffy. Can you like, straighten it?’. Yoongi would make a face at what he saw, confused as to whether said roach didn’t see him next to you, or was ignoring him.

Ignoring the fact that roach was a girl and that he had to be a gentle man, he’d grab her arm hard and yank it away from your hair, still giving her that look that said ‘who in the fuck raised your disrespectful ass?’. 

“Um, don't touch her.” He’d say, throwing the roaches arm back. 

You'd stay silent, mentally laughing, knowing your boyfriend was about to snatch this bitches edges. 

The roach would wrinkle her nose in irritation and look to you for support, only to see you raising an eyebrow at her in disbelief.

“I’m sure you wouldn't want some random stranger digging their fingers into your hair, especially when getting your hair that way took hours of treatment and dedication. Fuck is wrong with you?” He’d ask, holding your hand in his as he cringed in disgust at the now stuttering, red faced roach.

“W-well excuse me, but she didn't say she minded.” Roachaline would spit at him, placing her hand on her hip smugly as if she had won.

“Well she didn't get the chance. Go away before I call security and report you for assault. And stop being a martyr for idiocy!” He would yell after her as she walked away appalled. You’d laugh and link arms with your savage of a boyfriend, cooing sweet nothings at him to calm him down. 

You’d both leave whatever store you were at laughing, happy as can be, talking shit about the atrocity you had just encountered.

Jungkook

You’d be in the dressing room with the boys, watching as they got their making done, in a heated conversation with Namjoon about types of weaves to get since he was dating a black girl too. You were in a bad mood already from some shit that had happened previously, but this poor child was about to get his girl some synthetic bundles for her birthday and that’s a no, so you decided to hook him up with some websites.

Jungkook watched through the mirror with a smile on his face as you gave Namjoon advice, laughing as his friend took down notes. Suddenly, one of the boys friends, some stranger, decided to add in his own unseasoned two cents.

“Weren't you just complaining about G-Dragon having dreads? How do you do that, then use straight/ silky hair that isn't yours?” He asks snottily, rolling his eyes at you.

The room went silent. Jungkook broke the silence with a short laugh, turning to glance at the boy. 

“Seriously?” He asks, letting out another laugh, this time slightly sinister.

He then proceeded to educate the idiot boy, cursing at him, informing him about how you might not be able to get some jobs without straight/silky hair. He informs him about how you occasionally get made fun of about how your hair defies gravity. He also informs him about how G-Dragon wearing dreads is wrong because it cultural appropriation. He tears him a new one, barking at the now beet red boy about how it’s also none of his goddamn business what you do with your hair. 

At the end of his rant, he's panting, makeup sliding down in trails of sweat, causing his make up artist to glare at him. The boy scurries out in shame, and it only takes a second for the entire room to burst out laughing, while you sit watching your boyfriend, filled with pride.

“Damn Kookie. Where'd you learn all that?” Jimin asks, impressed.

Jungkook smiles and lets out a small laugh and turns to you, a teasing glint in his eye. 

“Perks of dating Y/n.”

Jimin

“Excuse me?” Jimin would ask, raising an eyebrow at the host.

You’d sink into the couch in mortification, realizing that you were just sexualized on live tv, and it'd hurt even more when you realized it was because you were black. This wouldn’t be your first interview with Jimin, but this was the first time anyone was so blatantly rude. You’d feel a twinge of tears at the back of your throat and avoid eye contact with the camera after that.

“The question was, since dating Y/n, have you enjoyed sex more, considering how endowed she is?” The host would ask again shamelessly, wiggling his eyebrows at both Jimin and the producers back stage. 

Jimin would stay silent for a second, still reeling in shock. You'd think having a 13 and up audience would have been a red flag, but you guessed that being black and dating a pop star was just too juicy for the producers not to milk. The silence would make the host realize it was the wrong thing to ask, and he’d panic, turning to the producers again, but it was too late.

“First of all, that is absolutely none of your business. Secondly, the only reason you're asking me this question is because she’s black, and you should know better. You should all know better. I planned on cursing you out, but seeing as my girlfriend is in shock, were going to leave instead. Have a horrible day.” Jimin would spit out, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the set.

He’d drag you through apologizing crowds of people and out of the studio, back to your car. You’d enter and sit silently, Jimin grabbing your hand again as he enters.

“Baby, I'm so sorry. They're a bunch of idiots and their careers are over, I swear to god-” He’d rush out, making you interrupt him.

“It’s fine. Thank you for defending me.” You’d say with a weak smile, hugging him. 

He’d hug you back tightly, still in shock from what just happened as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears in his chest. The week that goes by afterwards would be hard. Paparazzi would be on a mission to get yours and Jimin’s statements, and that question would be played on every media outlet daily. Some fans were on yours and Jimin’s side, but of course, some also were not, thinking it was a fine question for the host to ask, and that he would have asked anyone.

Soon, other scandals come and go with other pop stars, and yours and Jimin’s debacle is soon forgotten, but you two don't forget. It strengthens your relationship. You and Jimin begin to love and understand each other on a different level.

Taehyung

You’d be hanging out with Taehyung at a bar with the rest of the group when suddenly, a group of fans would come up to you guys for autographs. Being used to this, you'd happily watch as the boys kindly tok their time and interacted with their fans, signing autographs and taking pictures.

“Oppa~ Why are you dating a black girl?” 

You froze at the question. Taehyung simply rose an eyebrow at the girl in front of him.

“What kinda question is that?” He asks, obviously trying not to be rude.

The girl rolls her eyes, gaining confidence.

“Well, why are you dating a black girl? A lot of fans are angry.” She stated, glancing at you bitterly for a second, then turning back to Taehyung.

Just as you were about to get up and drag the bitch, Taehyung let out an irritated groan. He crosses his arms and raises and eyebrow at the girl.

“I’m honestly trying to have a good day here, with my beautiful girlfriend and our best friends, so kindly go away before I make you cry.” He says, pinching the bride of his nose in frustration. 

The girl turns red, and scurries away, flustered from how an idol just spoke to her. The group turns to Taehyung and you, asking if you were both okay, but you both simply just blow it off, laughing and cuddling up. 

Before you two had started dating, you had both already spoken about what hardships you would face from the fans and from... well, the world. So anytime something like this came up, though it would take some insisting and begging, you'd always make sure he kindly told fans and people that mentioned your skin color negatively to ‘go away.’ 

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WELL GUYS. 

This took me three days to write, so I hope all of you enjoy it, especially my fellow black girls out there.