#also if I was a rich or a celebrity I just know I’d do the same lmao😭

[hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard]

Okay time for the PBS Kids essay

Read it under the cut!

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In 1968, before there was PBS Kids proper, there was Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. While it came several decades before the children’s block, it laid the foundation for the themes and values present in every facet of the network’s history.

Mr. Roger famously hated children’s programming at the time. To him, it all was droll and useless. But he didn’t dissuade the medium entirely— he saw potential. Potential that led to a few smaller television jobs, and eventually the creation of Mr. Roger’s neighborhood.

Rogers didn’t invent educational TV for children, but he did perfect it. He poured real heart and soul into probably the most sincere, heartfelt program in history.

Honestly, he could have his own essay. The more things you learn about the real man of Mr. Rogers, the more you’ll like him.

Anyway, the biggest thing that makes PBS different is the fact that it earns money through grants, fundraisers, and private donors— not through sponsorships and merchandise sales. This way, PBS Kids can push programming that it feels is important, rather than programming that merely sells well.

This also means PBS is less afraid of pushing social boundaries. Money doesn’t go away when their shows become subjects of debate— and Mr. Rogers took full advantage of this.

For context, this was 1969. The Jim Crow era had just barely, barely ended. Pool segregation was still very much legal.

Mr. Rogers sharing a pool and a towel with the Black Mr. Clemmons was a pretty big deal at the time— especially on a show made for children.

Rogers was far from the untouchable sacred cow of today. When he was alive, he had a large number of detractors. Let’s just say that scene didn’t fly nicely by everyone.

Just one year after the debut of Mr. Roger’s came Sesame Street.

While Mr. Roger’s was made for all children, Sesame Street had the explicit goal of supplementing the education of underserved communities— especially inner-city Black (and later Latino) children.

While it was made to be accessible to children of all races and income levels, they definitely went the extra mile to make it something special for inner-city Black and Brown kids. (Why do you think it it’s “Sesame Street” and not “Sesame Cul-de-Sac”?)

At the time, a wholesome, sweet show set in a brownstone street was practically unheard of.

Jon Stone, the casting director, deliberately sought to make the cast as rich with color as he possibly could, bringing on a huge amount of Black talent such as Loretta Long, Matt Robinson, and Kevin Clash, as well as featuring Black celebrities as guest stars. Later, the show would expand its horizons, bringing on actors from Latino, Asian, Native American, and many more backgrounds.

White actors were and still are a minority on show.

In addition to letters and numbers, the purpose of Sesame Street is clear: make kids of color know that they’re smart, beautiful, and loved.

It doesn’t get more explicit than this.

I want to point out this comment because it’s funny

You’re telling me this bitch isn’t Hispanic???

Anyway, these two were followed up by Reading Rainbow in 1983. And guess what?

That’s right. Non-white focus.

These three shows, (along with other, lesser-known programs like Lamb-Chops Play Along, Newton’s Apple, and Shining Times Station (who featured Ringo Starr himself?? seriously how did that happen and why does no one talk about it) and some other nostalgic favorites like Bill Nye the Science guy, The Magic Schoolbus, Arthur, and Thomas the Tank Engine) aired on the new PTV block, which evolved into PBS Kids in 1999, bringing along Between the Lions, Dragon Tales, and many more.

Arthur is another stand-out that I’d like to talk about— it doesn’t have the same racial focus of Sesame Street, but it does focus on different income levels. The characters have various housing situations, from apartments to mansions to no home at all.

It also takes cues from Sesame Street and Mr. Roger’s in regards to talking about tough topics, though as Arthur has a slightly older target audience, it discusses things through stories rather than talking directly to the audience.

Cancer, religion, workplace discrimination, along with current (at the time) events such as 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina are all discussed on the show.

Another big focus on Arthur is disability. For once, they don’t stick a character in a wheelchair and then pretend he’s not in a wheelchair. A striking number of major characters either develop or get diagnosed with physical disabilities and/or neurodivergences, such as asthma, severe food allergies, and dyslexia, and they deal with them in very realistic ways.

A handful of minor characters have more obvious disabilities, and THANK GOD they go beyond the trite messaging of “disabled people can do everything abled people can do! everyone clap now!”

One episode in particular has the awesome message of “holy shit stop trying to help me all the time— it’s patronizing as fuck. I can get around just fine without you stepping on eggshells and trying to be the hero all the fucking time”

There are sooo many other shows I could talk about, but I can’t write about them all. I’m definitely gonna point out some more standout ones, though.

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat

Created by Chinese-American woman Amy Tang

Dragonfly TV

Features a multitude of female and non-white scientists to foster an interest in science with kids in those groups

Maya & Miguel

One of the network’s first Hispanic-led shows

SciGirls

I shouldn’t have to explain what the goal of this one was.

Molly of Denali

When was the last time you saw a show that treated Native Americans as people? Much less a children’s show? 90% of the cast is Athabascan, and the show revolves around Athabascan culture, not shying away from topics like boarding schools and modern-day racism. Most of the writers are also Athabascan, and the show even has an official Gwich’in dub!

It’s this commitment to real, authentic social justice that makes PBS Kids so much different from its competitors. Could you imagine the Paw Patrol dog looking at the camera and earnestly discussing what happened to George Floyd? I don’t think so— but Arthur talked specifically about it, Sesame Street did an hour long special about race in general, and the network itself made a 30 minute special.

Disney Jr. could never. (Other than trying to teach colorblindness, of course.)

I’m gonna have to cut this into two parts, since I just hit the image limit

[mightypossibly]

yandere!elite x GN!reader

contents: yandere, fluff, rough making out

summary: in the dead of night, a rich boy and his darling sneak out to their boarding school's indoor garden

“I love coming here at night,” he said, looking up at the starry sky. Even in the dim light of the glowing flowers around us, he looked incredibly beautiful. There was a bittersweetness to his beauty, like at any moment he could disappear and I’d only be able to glimpse him in my dreams and memories. He had deep brown eyes, warm brown skin, and long, spiraling locs. His form was lean and athletic from years of training. “I’m sorry I dragged you here… I just really wanted you to see this.”

“I’m not too mad,” I joked nervously. “I just don’t want to get caught up, you know.”

I didn’t want to be afraid when with him, but in the darkness of the night, I heard my heart racing. We sat in the Garden together. If it were any other time, I would have been ecstatic to be here. This was where the great Princes had gathered, ate and celebrated each other. This was a place of legend and lore… and all that didn’t mean much to my companion. He just thought it looked pretty here.

He had come to my dorm in stealth, and concealed me along with him. He had a strong predisposition for protection spells, particularly veiling. His being the descendant of the academy’s founders also got him special access into lots of different places here, at basically any time. His family handed him anything he wanted because of his talent, beauty and aptitude. They were fools for him, so there we sat, probably scot-free. Well, I wasn’t so sure about myself, which was one of the reasons I was afraid of being with him.

It was also because he was fucking insane.

He pulled me into a hug. He smelled like the sweet milk roses around us; sugary and potent. He kissed my neck and trailed his hand down my belly, all the way down to my lap. He then pressed his full, soft lips against mine. Deepening the kiss, he pulled me in tighter. I closed my eyes, knowing his was open. He liked to see every tiny flinch and expression I made, and it was his incentive to go faster, be rougher, and taste every inch of me.

“Mm… w-we shouldn't do this here,” I said, breathlessly pulling away.

He didn't miss a beat. He licked his wet lips and said, “We’ll go to a room, then.”

“S-Sure… um, mine isn’t the prettiest, but—”

He shook his head, his expression incredulous. His eyes were suddenly cloudy and distant. He stuttered, “I don’t want to impede upon something so holy…and private… That’s your… personal space. No, there are rooms here. I’ll show you.”

He stood up and pulled me up along with him. He took my hand and guided me to the maze-like Garden, until we came upon a waterfall. A line of stones led directly to it. He gestured me to go first, saying that he’d catch me if I fell. I carefully took each step, and he followed behind. I stopped at the last visible stone.

“Do I… just go in?”

“Yes, my love,” he said with a chuckle. 

Rolling my eyes, I stepped through. Instead of getting drenched, I was met with a warm atmosphere. I now stood in a room that was cozy, with a blazing fireplace, a couple filled-up bookcases, a king-sized bed, and a faux fur rug. It was only a tad bigger than my own dorm room. It was surprisingly homely. I had been to his dorm room before, and it was much more grand, dramatic and large.

“I stay here most often. I wanted to take you here before, but I didn't want to do it that day. I was planning to take you here after we fucked in the Garden, but this is a good a place as any.”

I blinked, failing to process the true extent of his shamelessness. I said, in a scolding tone, “h/n!”

He grinned and said, “Do you like it? I decorated it myself. I definitely want to live in a whole cottage like this when I retire. With you, of course.”

I laughed. “Isn’t it too early to plan that sort of thing out?”

“I love these kinds of houses,” he replied happily, sitting down.

“No, I mean marrying someone. That’s something you have to plan.”

“Just tell me what you want in a wedding and we’ll do that.”

“That’s not what I— Oh, never mind.”

He furrowed his devastatingly lovely eyebrows. Caressing my face, he whined, “Have I upset you? That seems to be my talent these days. Please forgive me.”

How could someone with so much power at his disposal look so submissive? It looked as if he would yield to my every desire. I shook my head at him. I sat down next to him and told him he didn’t upset me at all. He kissed me when he heard that, slipping his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. He teased the entrance to my throat, and I moaned into him. My mind was getting murky as he fondled my chest, waist, thighs, and the warmth between them— he somehow moved both slowly and quickly, his warm fingers finding their way under my clothes. He laid me down and began to grind his groin into mine, embracing me with his muscular arms. He was heavy and strong, so my will buckled under him. He kissed my ear all the while, and thanked me for letting him get so close to me. 

“I’m so weak,” he whispered. “I-I just can’t st-stop…”

I stroked his head in response, losing myself in the sweet feelings he was drawing out of me. He asked me to marry him a billion times in a row, and I breathlessly moaned his name....

divider by @/cafekitsune

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[writebackatya]

FUTURE DuckTales (2017) Headcanons:

Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

Also don’t think that I’m picturing the boys’ future designs like their future designs from the ‘87 show. This is just to illustrate that I’m talking about them as adults

As I am posting this post, it is April 15th, the birthday of Huey, Dewey, and Louie! Happy Birthday boys!

To celebrate the occasion, I thought I’d share some of my headcanons of what I think the future would look like each for each of the boys. This won’t be too in-depth, just some ideas I had. Let’s starts with the “oldest” triplet:

Huey:

When I think about Huey Duck there are two things that come to mind: Junior Woodchuck and Science. Obviously we know that Huey will someday become a Senior Woodchuck (we believe in you buddy!) and I think he will be a Woodchuck for life. I can see him being a great Woodchuck leader

And out of the triplets, I honestly think Huey would be the one who does the most world traveling in his future. He has such a thirst for knowledge I can see him also being somewhat of an archeologist

As for the science part, I always love seeing Huey included in Team Science fanart so I can see him working alongside Fenton and Gyro in the lab whenever he’s not out adventuring

Dewey:

Personally, I don’t see Dewey staying in Duckburg for his adult life. Like Launchpad, I like to think Dewey eventually moves to St. Canard where he joins Darkwing, LP, and Gosalyn on their adventures

Fans of Darkwing Duck are probably familiar with Gosalyn’s superhero persona, Quiverwing Quack, well I like to think in the DT17 universe Gosalyn eventually does become Quiverwing and Dewey is basically her sidekick like how Launchpad is Darkwing’s sidekick

As for his career, I like to think that Dewey starts his own entertainment and mass media company where he works on and funds projects ranging from movies, television, and whatever catches his fancy. (Think Disney, but not evil). Gosalyn also assists Dewey in his career and the two eventually get married (like Launchpad and Drake!)

Louie:

There’s no doubt in my mind that Louie will someday become the richest duck in the world and I think he will get that title by a bunch of smart (and ethical) business decisions and help from his family. I never really was a fan of “Louie becomes Scrooge’s heir” because I don’t like the idea of Louie just inheriting a bunch of money to become rich

Like Scrooge, I can see Louie owning a bunch of different companies, but his most well-known company would be Louie’s Kids™️ which would be a for-real charity that helps needy kids

Louie may not do much adventuring compared to his two brothers but I still like to think he helps fund things for his family’s adventuring needs (especially when if it will help give his companies a profit). Also I like to think Della Duck becomes his personal pilot/driver/body guard in case an unexpected adventure pops up on him

You know part of me is sad that I’m separating the boys for their futures, but sometimes life has different plans for each of us. Obviously they still keep in touch with one another, visit one another, and sometimes cross paths while on their own adventures

#ducktales headcanons #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #duckblr

[ethereallocs]

A Viper and A Dragon

Chapter One-The First Meeting

[Pairing:Daemon Targaryen x OC Fem Character]

[Warning/Content: Masturbating,Sexual Tension,Teasing, Arranged marriage, Lots of lusting after one another.]

Allyria was a beautiful young woman from Dorne. Her family was of noble blood and highly respected by the Targaryens. Her father grew up with King Viserys. In-fact Viserys treated him like a brother. Even though she was one of the most gorgeous young ladies in Westeros she had managed to evade marriage for quite some time since her name day which was a few years ago. Her mother often threatened she’d be an old maid by the time she intended to marry, but in her mind she wished to be independent after all she could do well without a man they only complicated things after all. Unfortunately she couldn’t evade it any longer and with King Viserys’s invitation Allyria’s father intended on marrying her off to someone in King’s Landing.

Meanwhile in King’s Landing Daemon had been begging his brother once more to let him marry Rhaenyra. And yet again he denied him of it, she was to be married to Laenor Velaryon. “I have someone else in mind for you brother. You won’t be disappointed.” Viserys assured him. “Yes, the same way I was assured about the bronze bitch…” He scoffed rolling his eyes in annoyance he figured in his defeat he’d go off and have a drink or two; maybe three. Who’s counting really? The next day he came in stumbling smelling of wine and ale. One of the King’s guard dragged him into the throne room where he saw a few familiar faces all but one.

Allyria stood tall her dark hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Her dressed was orange and gold and was held together by golden chains that laced over her back while the fabric of her dress clinged to her body ever so loosely. The prince was prepared to be scolded by his brother once more, but not in front of such a beautiful creature. His pride would not have it. He stood to his feet quickly fixed his mussed up hair and fixing his clothes. The king finally noted his presence and stood to his feet. “Brother you’ve finally come to join us we were waiting for you.

“You remember Lord Balereon and his Lady wife Anisa. Also their daughter Lady Allyria I invited them for the tourneys coming in a few days. There is a future celebration to be had.” Daemon nodded and bowed respectfully while Allyria watched from the corner of her eye. He was rather handsome she thought. Also he looked like he could bed a woman good. She hummed to herself looking away to get her mind back on track. It had been years since the King asked for her father to come here personally so why now? “Lord Balereon, Lady Anisa come we have something important to discuss. Daemon can show Allyria around and he will be respectful and noble I assure you.” He emphasized noble mainly speaking to Daemon when he did.

Daemon put on his charm and have a dazzling smile before he held out his arm for her. She laced her arm into his and smiled back at her father and mother as she walked away. They were silent as they walked for a while Daemon was in awe of the woman that stood before him. She was even more captivating this close and she didn’t say a word and yet he could feel himself being pulled toward her. “Are you going to say something Prince Daemon or are you just going to gawk at me the entire time?” He was pulled from his trance once she spoke and he chuckled at such a remark.

“A beautiful face with the tongue of a viper you are rather interesting, Lady Allyria.” She smiled watching the lords and ladies watching hungrily or enviously either way she enjoyed the attention. “That was a compliment was it not, my prince?” She looked to him with the rich brown eyes that flowed like pots of honey when the sun hit them. He stammered a bit still mesmerized by her beauty. “Oh…yes of course.” Her lush lips curled into a knowing grin. “So where is it you go to have fun. I’d like a drink.” He raised a brow at her and teased, “A young lady like you could possibly handle a drink.” She looked at him as if he was challenging her. “I’ll have to show you what I’m capable of I see.”

“I know just the place.” He took her hand as they ran off through a narrow path to get to the outskirts of the castle. He took her to one of his favorite taverns and of course every eye turned to look at her once they arrived. She sat upon a table her rich coppered skin glittering like gold. She was given their best ale and she almost gagged at the taste. “I told you m’lady you cannot handle your drink.” She down the cup without a moment to breathe and she laughed. “That shyte is disgusting we have way better ale in Dorne who made that swill anyway.”

He was a bit amazed he had never met a woman like her. Ever… not even Rhaenyra held a candle to her. She was a rare jewel indeed and had to have her. After a few more drinks she ended up carrying him back to the castle it was time for dinner and they were late. Once they arrived Viserys placed a hand over his face and began to apologize for Daemon. “My King there is no need to apologize I’m sure my daughter had something to do with this.” She giggled sitting him down and finding a seat next to him. “Forgive me, My King…I was rather bored of promenading through the castle I asked prince Daemon to take me somewhere for a decent drink and well here we are.”

Viserys laughed and quickly reassured her that there was no harm done. “I’m glad to see that their may be someone in this world that can actually keep up with my brother. The two of you seem to be getting along well with one another. Now that your father and I have gotten the matter settled let us raise our cups to the wonderful union of our two houses.” Allyria’s smiled faded and Daemon was too sloshed to even notice. Her family noted her flat expression and silence for the remainder of dinner.

Finally, being able to dismiss herself she made her way to her chambers but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. It was The Rogue Dragon himself. With a bit of food on his stomach he came back to himself a lot quicker. “I see you are not happy about our betrothal.” She turned to face him with anger fuming. “It is that obvious? I had thought that me being unmarried long enough would make my father stop trying entirely. I thought wrong apparently.” He felt a bit upset from her reaction but tried not to show it. “We seemed like we were enjoying ourselves I thought you and I seemed made for each other.”

“I enjoy your company, but I know as well as the whole entire realm knows that you want The Iron Throne and Rhaenyra. Let us not mention the rumors of you getting rid of Lady Rhea. Just so you could be free to marry the princess. Word travels far, m’lord. How long will it take before I can no longer hold your affections or attentions, my Prince? How long will it take for you to discard me like some used thing? I do not want that for myself. I would rather be free and alone.” She snatched away from him before she quickly found sanctuary in her chambers.

The next morning she was awakened by a knock on the door. “Come in.” It was her mother coming in to see how she had been fairing since she heard the news. “I know you aren’t happy, Little Lotus. You’re father and I are what we think is best for you.” Allyria laughed it off , “What’s best for me? Or what is best for our house. I’m sure with me marrying The Prince and siring an heir that will forever bind us to the powers that be. I may be a young woman mother, but am not simple.” Anisa sighed and shook her head. “Things are different in Dorne for women and you know that. Why would I want to leave such a liberated country to be sought after by men and envied by women who’ve never had an ounce of freedom since the day they were pushed from their mother’s cunt?”

“Dearest, it is not a punishment. Your father and the King have known each other for quite some time this is an honor for our family, please just try to make the best of it.” Allyria nodded softly and sighed. “It’s not like I have a choice in the matter. Like a nightingale in a cage..” Anisa left her to get ready for the day but didn’t leave without reminding her the wedding was in three days time. “Ysilla, come in please I’d like to get dressed.” Her handmaiden didn’t take much time to come in and quickly started to get her lady ready.

Allyria loved letting her deep brown tresses down in its natural state. Thick and wavy. “Ysilla can you grab that red dress for me.” She smiled at the choice. “The red is an excellent choice, miss.” Grabbing the garment she helped her put it on. When she looked at herself in the mirror she smiled to herself looking at the masterpiece that was her. “Thank you, Ysilla. I’ll be showing myself around the castle for a while.” Ysilla bowed her head and left her. She sighed softly and decided to hide out in the library. But upon arriving she spotted Daemon in the courtyard below and sparring with one of the King’s guards. She leaned on the stone watching him rather closely.

He was arrogant and rather egotistical and unfortunately she loved that in a man. How beautiful was he…attacking his opponent gracefully but with so much power behind each strike. She bit her lip feeling her thighs rubbing together causing friction. She sighed wantonly wishing to find relief, but her thighs were just making things worse. Her soft digits pushed the thin red linen to the side and slowly rubbed over her soft folds parting them to find her bundle of nerves. Circling over it slowly it sent soft shocks through her body as she continued to watch her betrothed.

The way he grunted with each attack. The sweat dripping from his face due to the action itself was primal. She trembled and whimpered softly trying not to be heard. Her eyes rolled as her two fingers began to fill her walls up touching that one spot that were send her over the edge. She thought of him grunting and rutting against her like an animal. Pulling her hair and reaching spots her fingers could not. “Daemon…” she cooed lovingly and to her surprise she felt a hand touch her shoulder. “And why are you calling my name so deliciously, My darling Viper?”

She looked to the courtyard and saw everyone was gone. Hesitant to turn around she held her hands behind her back hoping to hide the evidence of her arousal. “Did I? Forgive me, my Prince I did not mean…” He pulled her hand from behind her and examined the evidence. He smiled smelling her scent and instinctively he took her fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “So sweet…” He muttered. She nearly fainted from seeing such a thing. He grabbed her waist pulling her in as she tried to make a step back. “I’d take you right here if I didn’t respect your father or my brother. On our wedding night you won’t be able to escape me.”

She winced at the idea of marriage internally, but the idea of their love making made her reconsider it a bit. “I guess we will see what my dragon is capable of then, yes?” She grabbed his chin and kissed his lips tasting a mixture of her sweet nectar and his saliva which made him groan into the kiss before she pulled away and went to go find the library. “Until our wedding night, my Prince. I’ll be waiting for you.” She disappeared down the hall and now his head was filled with nothing but her..was he in love or did he just want to fuck her brain loose..

To be continued…

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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[yunoclips]

heyyy i love your work sm i'm so happy to see someone pushing the sub nct agenda 🙏 i was wondering if you can please write an imagine where mark and reader are in a kinda new relationship and have sex together for the first time, and mark opens up saying that he's actually a virgin and reader helps him out thank youu!!!

Hey anon , Thank you so much for enjoying my work! I gotchu you with the mark request. I kinda got carried away .... so it's pretty long. I hope you don't mind but just incase I colored the part where everything really starts in red. I also incorporated a little birthday aspect cause I was late for his birthday. Happy Birthday Mark lee and I hope you enjoy anon ❤️

It was a warm night in the city. You and your boyfriend of 5 months had just celebrated his 24th birthday at a fancy restaurant. The night was filled with jokes , observing the people around you and heartfelt conversations. The night was still young. You two headed back to your apartment to end the night off. 

“Did you see the look on that guys face when the waiter took his girlfriend’s order ? It was priceless.” Says mark. He’s slightly giggling while kicking his dress shoes off at the front door. His smile so genuine, being in your presence made him feel unexplainable joy. He felt as though he found someone that finally saw him for who he really was. 

“No, I bet it must’ve reeked of jealousy though” Your voice dripping of smooth honey. Tone enveloping him like a warm hug. You take off your jacket hanging it by the rack near the front door. Making your way through the cozy apartment you pose an idea to him. “How about I light a couple candles and pour us a glass a wine. How does that sound ?” You say while bending down to take off your heels. Looking up at Mark, you can see he likes that idea very much. His innocent eyes light up and his smile grows larger.

“Yea I’d like that.” His smile could be heard from the tone of his voice. 

“Yea?” You playfully question before moving closer to him. You lean into his ear to whisper

“Why don’t you go take a seat on the couch. I’ll meet you there” When you move away you can see his chest rising and falling quickly. You chuckle silently to yourself before heading off to the kitchen. 

Grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle of rich wed wine , you head back to the living room. You find Mark admiring the collection of vinyl records you had hanging on the walls. 

“See something you like.” You ask , interrupting his day dreaming. Setting down the glasses and bottle of wine on the modern glass table. Picking up the matchbook , you start lighting the candles around the living room. 

“Actually , yea I do. That Stevie Wonder album you have up there is one of my favorites. Brings back so many memories.” Thoughtful smile lighting his face as he answers your question. 

There’s a quick beat of silence. All that can be heard is the sounds of a lit up city at night and the crackling of the candles. 

“Good memories I hope ?” You say while finally taking a seat on the soft cushion of the couch. You pop open a bottle and begin to pour. 

“Yea , of course.” He responds. Eyes fixated on the way you gracefully pour wine into the two glasses. Random thoughts start to race his mind. How were you able to open that bottle so smoothly? How did you know when the glasses were evenly filled? How did you collect all of these vintage albums? How was your home so cozy? How were you so perfect?

“You make music right Mark? I assume you’re passionate about it.” Questioning him , trying to get him to open up about what he’s devoted to. You take a sip of wine waiting for him to answer you. 

Taking him out of his slight trance , he starts speaking. “Um yea actually, I love to compose music. Rapping is just something that always stuck to me. Rap got me through a few tough times.” He pauses. Staring down at his hand , twisting the ring that wraps around his index finger. He starts again “I— uh… Gosh I sound like a loser right now don’t I?” He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.  

“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t restrict yourself from saying what’s on your mind. I’m always here to listen.” You say with genuine concern and care lacing through your voice. 

He stares into your eyes like the galaxy lies behind them. He nods hesitantly before he starts to speak again , nervousness coursing through his voice. 

“I mean — it’s just that I’ve never really been able to get this far without someone telling me that I’m wasting my life on music. I really love it you know.. I don’t know where I’d be without it honestly. Everything about rap draws me in. The cadency , the tone , the message.” He continues to ramble about his passion for music. 

Something about him discussing music so passionately turns you on. The fact that he can be so devoted to something despite the backlash he receives from the people he loves the most just displays his strong will. You stare at him in complete admiration as he continues to speak. Head resting on your hand that’s propped up by the couch. 

He starts to notice that you stopped responding to him. In worry he turns his head to face you but is instantly flustered when he does so. There you are staring at him with such a dreamy expression. He doesn’t say anything , just stares back. Letting the air between you two envelope you both and transfer you to another world where it’s only him and you. 

You stare at his luscious lips. Trailing from his bottom lip up to his puppy like eyes. Before you realize it you're leaning in. Finally kissing him like your life depends on it. Things start of slow and sensual. Almost like you two were breathing life into each other’s bodies. Then it starts to progress. Your hands run through his blonde hair. Gripping him at the nape Somehow trying to breathe him into your entire being. 

You try to take things further by straddling him. Hands running down his white button up before they reach the zipper of his slacks. You can feel him hardening underneath you. You get to unzip his pants while still keeping lips connected. A sudden resistance makes you pause your ministrations. Mark pulls back from the intense kiss , gasping for air. 

“W-wait , I-i’m a virgin. I’m sorry I know I should’ve said this before you started grinding on me b-but it just felt really good and I got caught up and I’m so stupid for forgetting to tel-“

Before he can finish his nervous mumbling you move off of his lap. Regaining your breath you turn to him. Grabbing his face with both of your hands. His cheeks getting squeezed between your hands. 

“Mark I need you to tell me right now if this is something you want. If it isn’t we can stop right here, I won’t be upset or disappointed.” You say while firmly staring into his big brown eyes. 

“I-i want this. I really really want this. I’m just scared , what i-if it isn’t good. What if I don’t make you feel good?” He says with wandering eyes. 

“Mark look at me, this isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll feel good regardless if I finish or not just because I’m doing this with you.” 

His eyes trail to your’s. Finally locking in , he gives you a nod. 

“Okay, we’re really doing this aren’t we.” You pause. 

“Let me go grab a condom from my room. I’ll be right back” You say while attempting to get up. Mark’s hand gripping your wrist prevents you from doing so. 

“W-wait. I have one in my pants pocket. Just for emergency y’know” 

You chuckle in pure adornment. “The man that you are Mark Lee.” 

Situating yourself back on the couch you reach for the condom in his pocket. Pulling it out and placing it on the table. You turn back to Mark who’s breathing erratically. Completely stiff. 

“Just breathe Mark. I’ve got you, I would never do anything that would put you in harm.”

Reassuring him. He doesn’t verbally respond but instead nods his head. Trying to take deep breaths. 

“Is it okay if I pull this off ?” You ask referring to his pants and underwear. 

“Y-yea that’s okay.” Responding , still breathing heavily but not as bad as before. 

With that you get off the couch to kneel. Grabbing his pants and underwear at the hem. You tap his thigh so he can lift himself and in one motion you pull off both of the pieces of clothing. They slightly get stuck at his feet but with a little tug they come right off. 

You look up in awe at the sight before you. Your boyfriends beautiful cock sitting against his abdomen. Hardened and red , pre-cum leaking from the mushroom tip. 

His breathing begins to pick up again. Before it goes back to it’s uncontrolled pace you grip the base of his cock. His breathing comes to a halt. You look up at him to see that his mouth is slightly open , Eye’s fixated on your hand. 

“Don’t forget to breathe markie. Just relax, I got you.” You say before you begin working on him. 

You start by placing a soft kiss to his tip. That alone has his abs contracting. You move on by wrapping your mouth around his entire mushroom like head, sucking at it softly. Trying carefully to not overwhelm him. You can hear a small whimper coming from him , almost like a hurt puppy. How cute. 

You continue to suck at his tip , showing it a good amount of love before you let up. You stare up at him , his mouth now hanging open. Face scrunched in a pained expression. You decide to maintain eye contact with him. 

Spitting on your hand you place It back at the base. Before making further movements you go back to sucking the head while continuing to maintain eye contact with him. His chests starts to heave. Eyes closing slightly , head lolling back against the couch before picking it back up to continue watching you.

You start moving your hand up and down his shaft slowly while sucking on his tip. The movements making his thighs shake slightly. You decide to speed things up , moving your hand faster , twisting it in circular motions when you get to the base. He fails to keep his head up. Mouth now wide open. His neck is more accentuated from the stretch. You can see his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. 

“F—fuck , f-fucking hell.” His words are slurred , like he’s drunk off of pleasure. 

You can tell that he’s close. You decide to let up. Stopping your movements. He picks up his head , staring at you in desperation. Before he can speak up you interrupt him. 

“Can’t have you finishing before we get to the main part.” 

Grabbing the condom you rip it open with your teeth. You stretch it open slightly and then lean down to slide it down his erect cock. He flinches bit from the sensitivity. You then stand up and slide your panties down under your dress. You can feel the wetness spreading over your lips. The slide should be easy.

You walk over to Mark , straddling him on the couch. You hook your finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. 

“Don’t forget to breathe. If it’s too much we can stop anytime.” 

He nods. Nd before he can think anymore you start to slide down on his cock. 

An overwhelming surge of safeness and security takes over him. You wrap around him like a hug that’s never-ending. It feels like his entire soul is being sucked in by the warmness of your walls. His mouth is agape. His breathing has came to a complete halt. His eye lids flutter and a single tear falls onto his soft cheek. 

You finally bottom out. You sit still for a minute , giving yourself time to adjust and him time to calm down. His chest starts to heave again. You lean in to steal a kiss , while he’s distracted you start to slowly move up and down. His mouth opens mid-kiss. Gasping for air,  letting out breathy moans.

You move your head back so you can stare into his eyes. The sight alone makes you melt into a million pieces. He stares up at you like a lost puppy , eyes sparkling with lust and desire. His cheek shining from the light of the moon reflecting on his singular tear. 

“I—I, uhhh fuck. I t-think I’m g-gonna, shit” He tries to get out a complete sentence but your movements prevent him from forming proper words. You know what he’s trying to say though 

“It’s okay baby boy. Let it all go, all you have to do for me is sit there and enjoy it.” With that you start to pick up the pace. You lean in ,resting your chin in the crook of his neck. Your hands wrap around his neck , running through the hair at the nape. 

Mark’s body is completely boneless underneath you. His arms can’t even reach to grab you for support. His body has completely surrendered itself to you.

You can hear him get silent. His body starts arching off the couch. Thighs flexing , abs contracting. It sounds like he’s choking on his air. The build up so intense that his ears start ringing and his vision goes blurry. Just as fast as the world builds itself, it comes crashing down. His body starts jerking violently as you can feel warm semen start to fill up the condom. You start to slow down your movements , trying your best to ride out his high. Your arms still wrapped around his neck. Your breathing pattern clashing with his , irregular and untimed. 

Silence and the sounds of heavy breathing fills the room. You don’t move though , the bubble you two have created is so warm and cozy that you fear that any movement will burst it.  But that bubble only lasts so long before the words of the boy underneath you pop it.

“I-i love you. T-thank you so much” He says in a shaky voice, almost like he’s crying. In fact he is crying , not from pain though. From pure happiness. 

And before anything else can be said you respond. 

“I love you too. Happy Birthday Mark.” 

#dom!reader #nct 127 smut #nct smut #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!nct #kpop smut #nct dream smut #mark x reader #mark lee smut #mark x y/n #sub!mark #mark smut #answered #cee answers #mark imagines #yunoclips answers

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?

Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅

Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^

Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.

Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.

“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.

“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”

“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.

“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”

“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.

“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.

“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”

And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.

“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”

That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.

Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.

“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.

“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.

Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.

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[myguidingmoon-light]

“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

No room. That’s something I’ve heard too much lately. Palestinians have been hearing that for 75 years. Since they were driven out of their homes—more than 700 000 of them—in 1948 to make room for the colony of Israel, there has been less and less room every day. Less land, literally, as even though lines and walls have been drawn over the years, Israel continues to illegally settle in Palestinian land. Less room to breathe, as the population of Gaza grew within the illegal blockade walling them into a tiny strip of land. Less room to live now, as Gaza has been under constant attack by Israeli bombs and guns and while the civilians of Gaza are pushed by this violence into even smaller and smaller “safe zones” (though there is nowhere safe in Gaza right now).

But also no room our conversations. No room in our imagination. No room in our understanding of our world of “human rights” and “developed nations.” You’d think “Palestinian” is a slur for how quickly it shuts up (or heats up) dialogue. These are our neighbours, and it feels like pulling teeth to get people to engage with their humanity—let alone ask their MP to ask our government to ask Israel’s government to please stop bombing civilians for the third month straight.

Today we recognize when a Jewish Palestinian family was forced by the state to leave their home, shelter in unfit terrain, give birth without proper medical care, survive a massacre, and become refugees. We Christians call the baby born in that family Emmanuel, which means God with us. God was born in Bethlehem, behind the border wall, in an occupation. What does that tell us about who God is?

Our Christian siblings in Palestine have asked us not to let this Christmas pass as usual. To that, I ask, what is Christmas as usual? If we don’t see our neighbours in the story of Jesus, what is the point? If we need to put the real, genuine injustices of the world out of our mind so that we can be comforted by Christmas, we are frankly doing it wrong. The point—the whole point—is that love and justice are possible for the unloved and the oppressed, even when it doesn’t feel that way. It is our responsibility to make that happen, and we can’t do that with our eyes closed.

You should feel uncomfortable about celebrating Christmas while a genocide is going on. We need to have room for that. We also need to have room for the hope that Christmas represents. We need to have room in our hearts for justice, lasting peace, and a free Palestine, because we are all needed to make it a reality.

And for God’s sake, CEASEFIRE NOW!

“He has brought down the mighty from their thrones/ and exalted those of humble estate;/ he has filled the hungry with good things,/ and the rich he has sent away empty.” (Luke 1:52-53)

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I am indebted to Rev. Munther Isaac for his wisdom in helping so many of us walk through this time. Personally, I just finished his book “The Other Side of the Wall”—if you are a Christian, you have to read this book. I’ll buy you a copy if you want.

I also want to note that this post isn’t really supposed to be an explainer or an argument. I didn’t cite anything here, but if you’re curious about anything I referenced (e.g. why did I bring up medical care?), send me a message and I’d be happy to give you more details about what’s happening in Palestine. I’m no expert, but I know some people just genuinely don’t know the extent of the injustice and don’t know where to learn more; if you have questions I’m happy to help, but I’m not here to fight with you.

Same deal if you want to help but don’t know how. I’m happy to give you some ideas and even help you out with them (distance permitting). One important action you can always take is contacting your Member of Parliament. You don’t have to write anything fancy—just tell them honestly how you’re feeling and ask them to support an urgent ceasefire. This is literally your right as a Canadian, so you don’t have to worry about doing something wrong.

[gurugirl]

Gonna Make you Mine*

✨Celebrating 200+ followers!! Keep sharing the love and coming back you guys! I have a bunch more in store. Thank you for everything. ✨

Summary: Your boyfriend is involved in illegal dealings and Harry's his boss. Harry wants to make you his and your boyfriend owes Harry big time, so a proposal is made that involves you, Harry, and your boyfriend (not a threesome).

A/N: This one shot was thought up while I was waiting on a layover at the airport. 6k words

Warning: This might not be everyone's cup of tea so read at your own discretion! Smut (obviously), exhibitionism, cheating, cursing, slight violence and mentions of violence, forced voyeurism, unprotected sex, cream pie, mention of illegal dealings, 18+ only, NSFW

“Come on. You know you want it. Your pussy boyfriend isn’t treating you right. I’d worship the ground you walk on. Fuck, I already worship you and you haven’t even given me the time of day.” Harry’s speaking quietly into your ear with a hand holding onto the back of your arm to keep you from walking away from him like you normally do when he starts this up.

“Just imagine how good I’m gonna treat you when I make you mine. Hmm? I already treat you better than fuck face over there.” His other hand has come up to your waist. Harry’s standing behind you and if anyone were to see you two from the front they wouldn’t know he’s pressed into your back and holding your arm and waist. It just looks like he’s leaning over to talk to you.

“Stop, Harry. Jake is right there. He’s gonna freak out if he sees how close you’re standing when he walks over here. I don’t want a repeat of…”

Your words are cut off at Harry’s deep voice interrupting you, “What the fuck is he gonna do to me huh? He fucking works for me. He’s my bitch. And if he even dreams of doing anything to you in retaliation I’ll kill him. Why do you care so much anyway? Hmm? I know you want me. I see how you look at me, how you watch my mouth when I talk, how you never pull away from me when I touch you. Like right now. I’m pressed right up against your ass and your pressing yourself right back into me. You fucking like this.”

You gulp down your saliva and take a deep breath. The truth was you did like it. Harry really did it for you. He was attractive to you in every way that mattered, in your opinion. He was physically an absolute god. He was also extremely intelligent and aware. And to top it off, rich and powerful. And in the year you’ve known him (as long as you’ve been dating Jake), he’s been very forward with the way he felt for you. At first it was just him making crude comments about sex and what he could do to make you feel good, but then as you two got to know one another his comments and attitude toward you changed into something different, not as crude (still crude at times, though, as that was just Harry's norm). He began sending you gifts, he’d show up at your apartment when Jake was away and watch movies with you, make you dinner. Then he made it clear he wanted you. As his own girlfriend. He could be a little pushy but he never forced you to do anything.

You wanted to cave so many times but a part of you was very stubborn and you wanted to make it work with Jake (which is such a laugh now that you think about it). But you also really liked the attention from Harry at the same time (who wouldn't?). Jake wasn’t a bad boyfriend the first six months. He was all the things you really wanted. But then he started spending a lot of time away “working”. And when you found him in a lie two months ago and you threatened to break up with him he begged and apologized and you decided to give him another shot. But Harry has also been telling you for months that Jake was cheating. You didn’t believe him at first because Harry really wanted to get with you for such a long time that you sort of just dismissed it thinking he was just saying that to get you to change your mind. But now? You didn’t know what was holding you back. Another of Jake’s associates told you he was cheating too and even though you didn’t have tangible proof, you wanted out. You wanted Harry.

You sigh and press your bum back ever so slightly to feel the man behind you. He grips your waist tighter to him and drops his mouth to your ear, his lips brushing at your lobe as he speaks, “Just like that, baby. I can take you right here if you want. Right in front of everyone. I’ll just flip this skirt up over your hips, unzip my pants and fuck you right here while we watch everyone in this room. Then eventually people will start realizing what’s going on when they hear you moaning my name and they’ll all watch on as I fuck an orgasm out of you.” You turn your face an inch toward his to feel his face even closer to yours.

You let out an involuntary whimper when his lips brushed at the edge of your cheek and he rutted his hips into your ass hard enough to nudge you forward a bit. This was the first time you’d really given in to him like this. Sure you'd let him massage your shoulders, hug you a little longer than he should, kiss your forehead in parting... but never this much.

Just then Jake began to make his way over to you when he saw you standing near Harry. The closer he got he could see Harry was rather close.

“What’s up Harry?” Jake spoke loudly, trying to assert dominance. Harry stood upright and walked around your frame to stand in front of you.

“You wanna know what’s up? I’ll tell you what the fuck’s up. What’s up is that you still fucking owe me and I’m about this close,” Harry holds up his thumb and index finger about two inches apart, “to kicking your fucking ass and making you beg me for death. That’s what the fuck is up. Fucking pussy.”

Jake holds his hands up in front of himself, “Woa, woa, there. Calm down! I can pay you back. You know I’m good for it. Seriously, H. I’m just working on a few things to get the money back and I’ll have it to you before you know it. Paid with interest.”

“Oh yeah? Bout fucking time. It’s only been, what, three months?” Harry takes a few steps toward Jake and looks down at him when he’s standing a foot away, “Three. Fucking. Months. Times up, asshole. I’ve got a better idea for how you can pay me back anyway.”

Harry turns to you standing a few feet behind him and he gently nudges at your arm,”Let’s the three of us,” he then turns and motions at Jake, “go into my office. I’ve got a proposal that’ll clear your debt.”

Harry leads you and Jake into his office and he ushers you to the couch to sit down next to him. Jake is forced to sit in the arm chair across from you and Harry. Harry puts a possessive arm over your shoulder and looks down at you for a brief moment before he turns to Jake. Jake is sitting up straight as a board with his eyes on Harry and how close he’s sitting to you. Jake knows that Harry often flirts with you. He knows Harry’s gone to your apartment to keep you company and because of that, Jake’s accused you time and again of cheating on him with Harry even though you’ve never even so much as kissed Harry on the cheek (though he's kissed your forehead a few times).

Harry directs his attention to Jake first. “Now, this proposal for your debt will have to be approved by your girlfriend first. If she doesn’t want to do it then you’re fucking out of luck and then I’m gonna beat the shit out of you so you won’t be able walk out of here.”

Then Harry looks down to you and speaks as he points a finger at Jake, “I can tie him up to that chair he’s sitting in,” then he drops his hand down to his thigh, “and make him watch while I bring you to orgasm over and over again. Then he'll be cleared of his debt."

Your mouth drops open. You hadn’t expected this. You knew Harry wanted to fuck you in front of people because he’s mentioned more than once but this? He was actually proposing it to you. All the other times seemed to be in jest and you'd laughed it off.

“No fucking way, man! You’re outta your damn mind Styles! There’s no way she’s gonna agree to that? What the fuck?!” Jake is standing and as he takes a step forward Harry launches up from sitting and steps right up to Jake. He roughly grabs Jake by his shirt and shoves him back down into the arm chair.

“Sit the fuck down! You have two fucking options here you piece of shit. The first one is the one I’m offering now and it will only happen at her say so,” he gestures toward you, “and the second one leaves you as a cripple for the rest of your motherfucking life. I’d strongly recommend you stay seated so she and I can decide how to proceed. I don't care what you want, your opinion means nothing to me. You better pray to god that she wants a good dicking because that option leaves you untouched and scot free.”

Harry moves back to the couch next to you and he turns to face you. You’re still in a bit of shock at this whole thing. And what is most shocking of all to you is that you want Harry to fuck you in front of Jake. The idea is absurd but it’s kind of a turn on, honestly. Plus you’d be taking the less violent route if you did this with Harry. So a win, win. Right?

“You can say no. But I know you want to. You know this fucker is sleeping with other chicks anyway, give him a taste of his own medicine.” Harry is leaning in close to you, with his magnetic gaze pulling you in.

“What?! Since when am I cheating on her dude? That’s a lie. Don’t listen to him!” Jake stands up again and Harry stands up too, but then you get up and grab onto Harry’s forearm. Harry looks down at you in question and just as he’s about to tell you not to get in the middle you speak.

“We should tie him to the chair so he can’t keep getting out of it. I mean…” you look at the ground and bite your lip before looking back up at Harry, “since we’ll need to anyway to get his debt paid.”

Both Jake and Harry have their mouths dropped open with surprised looks on their faces. Jake speaks up and then Harry directly after.

“No you aren’t! This isn’t an option!”

“Are you serious that you want this?”

Harry brings an arm up to hold Jake away from you two as he keeps his eyes on you, Jake is struggling against Harry's hold. He really didn’t think you’d go for it. All the times he’s offered to fuck you or kiss you or anything really you’d eventually turn him down and that was when Jake was away so you had plenty of opportunities to sneak around. But now that he’s telling you he’ll fuck you in front of your boyfriend you suddenly want it? That’s wife material if he’s ever seen it.

Plus this is good news for his knuckles and the skin over his fists. He was imagining this night ending with having to get someone to remove Jake’s unconscious body from his office while he tends to his hands and knuckles. But this is a turn for the better.

Ignoring Jake you answer Harry, “I do want it. Plus this is helping him pay the debt more peacefully. Right?”

Harry’s smile is wide and his dimple is carved into his cheek. He wants to lean down and kiss you but he realizes he’s about to have plenty of time for that. First thing on the agenda is to get Jake tied to the arm chair.

Harry tells you where the cord is and the duct tape and after a short struggle between Jake and Harry, Jake was pretty easily overcome then tied and taped to the chair. For good measure Harry taped over Jake’s mouth as well.

Harry instructs you to stay on the couch as he goes to the door of his office and locks it. Jake is looking at you wide eyed and trying to speak but he can't with the tape over his mouth. You watch on as Harry nears you. He's wearing one of his expensive suits that looks so good on his broad frame. Harry's always dressed nice. You can't help it when your gaze drops to his crotch for a moment. You've always noticed the large natural bulge he sports and have imagined that he's packing under his pants. You can't wait to see what he's going to do to you.

Harry walks past Jake and gets to you on the couch and reaches out to pull you up. He inches in toward you and holds you to his body before brushing some hair behind your ears and searches your face. His gaze holds something very serious and very hungry.

"Tell me if you change your mind. You're the only one here who's of any importance to me. Okay?" Harry rubs his thumbs over your cheeks as his fingers grasp onto the sides and back of your neck. His hold is gentle.

You softly smile, already feeling exhilarated about what's to come. "Okay." You lift your hands up to his chest and smooth them around to his back to hold him closer. You've been dying to be truly kissed by him and now it's all about to happen.

Harry draws your face into his and softly places his lips onto yours. It's slow and sensual. His lips are soft and the way they wrap around your own is making you feel comforted and aroused all the same time. When you lick at his lips he deepens the kiss and you two are just standing in front of the couch and holding onto one another with gasps and moans falling from your lips. It's hot and sexy and Jake's noises are annoying but he deserves this, you think to yourself.

Harry pulls back and bumps his nose into yours, "After I'm done with you, you won't want anyone else but me, baby. I'm gonna make sure of that. I'm gonna make you mine." Harry caresses your back with his large palms and then he's moving you to sit on the couch together. He returns his mouth to yours and you two begin moaning and sipping at one another for a bit. You place your hand over his crotch where his bulge is now getting to be quite evident and Harry groans into your mouth.

Harry leans back and grasps onto your top and slides it off over your head. Once he's got your top thrown onto the floor next to Jake's feet he whines and closes his eyes as he leans down to kiss your bra covered breasts. He squishes your flesh and licks over the fabric in haste before he's undoing the clasp behind your back and your bra snaps off and falls down off of your shoulders.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." Harry whispers as he gets a good look at your bare torso. He's attaching himself once again to your breasts but this time you really feel his mouth on you. He's sucking and pinching, squeezing and nibbling. Your breasts are wetted by his tongue and mouth as Harry removes his suit jacket and drops it to the floor. He pushes at you to lie down and then he slides your skirt off of your bottom half. You're left in only a white thong that has Harry going feral. Harry stands up to remove his shirt and pants but he doesn't take his eyes off of you. Not even when Jake is mumbling something neither of you can understand.

Harry, left only in his briefs quickly gets back to you on the couch. He roughly moves his hands all over you body. From your breasts, to your tummy, your hips and thighs and then he leans down to kiss your stomach all over. He's sucking bruises into your skin and smirking with each little purple splotch he leaves behind. Harry looks up to you as he slips his fingers under the fabric of your panties to pull them down off of you.

When he's rid you of your final piece of clothing he groans and rubs over his clothed erection. Harry tosses the thong toward Jake and it lands on his lap, the soaked material sitting there for him as a reminder of what's happening if he decides to look down at his lap instead of you two.

"Gonna eat you out baby. S'that okay?" Harry looks up at you as he parts your legs for his access. One of your legs is tossed up over his shoulder and the other one he's grasping from under your thigh as he gets his face right where he wants to be.

You moan and nod, "Yes, Harry. Yes!" He lovingly strokes over your slit and spreads your arousal all over your pussy and even to the crease of your thigh. Harry wants this to be as messy as possible. He's going to ruin you. You'll never want to even so much as look at another man after this.

Harry inserts two fingers into your slick cunt and searches around for the spot he knows will make your toes curl. When you gasp and throw your head back he feels the spongy spot at the front of your walls and he begins his assault on your cunt with his lips.

Harry is like a cave man. He's grunting and sucking and slurping you up. The noises coming from you are embarrassing at first but eventually you can't hold back. It's so good. He's better than anyone you've ever been with by far. Harry teases you a bit and then goes back to doing cave-man like cunnilingus that seems to be reminiscent of someone who's starved.

Everything is wet and warm between your legs and Harry's really getting into it, so much that he's got your arousal smeared on his face all over his nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks. He spits over you, and you watch as the glob drips down to your core, while he's still pumping his long thick fingers inside of you. He presses a thumb over your clit and slips it around for a bit as he catches his breath. It's only a minute of this before he's back at it again. Slurping you up and sucking on your clit like he's eating a mango.

You begin shaking and sighing high pitched breaths. You grasp onto Harry's hair and he nuzzles into you further, creating more pressure and friction at your clit and it's creating a crackle of electricity over your thighs and tummy.

"Fuck! Harry! Oh my god... fuuuuucck... right there, right there, right there..." you're done for and Harry can tell. He doesn't stop feeding on you until he can tell he's worked you through your orgasm. You're a blubbering mess and everything is wet between your legs and on the couch beneath you. Harry really did a number on you.

Harry is standing up and removing his briefs when you open your eyes. He's not done with you yet. You glance over at Jake and he's just sitting quietly now. He knows struggling won't do any good. He has resigned himself to this fate and he knew he didn’t have a choice. He was never going to repay Harry so if this was the payment, then so be it. Probably better than getting his legs broken and beaten unconscious.

Harry kneels over you again and looks down at you. "How was that, baby? That's something I can do for you every day from now on if you want."

You swallow and squirm under him a bit and smile, still feeling a bit fucked out, "Yeah. So good." Your words come out a little shaky but it's all Harry needs from you at the moment.

"It was good, wasn't it? Could tell you were really having a good time there. Ready for me to fuck you now? Make Jake watch as I make you mine?" Harry scoffs and looks over toward Jake and shakes his head at him before looking back down to you and smiling softly. He dips down to kiss you and once again, his lips are superb. No one's ever kissed you like this and it's such a turn on.

“Mmm… smell that? Smell yourself all over me?” He presses his lips back onto yours and then gives you space to answer.

You nod at him, “Yeah.” You chuckle a little. You’re not sure why. You’re not embarrassed of your scent, but Harry is making you a little light headed.

“S’gonna be my new cologne. Gonna smear my face all over your pussy every morning when we wake up and then everyone’s gonna smell it on me and know who’s treating you right. Only me.”

His words have you keening. He’s so nasty and you love it.

Harry leans back to get a good look at you and you lean up to get a better look at him. His cock is big. He's definitely bigger than Jake. He's hung just like you knew he'd be. His thighs are strong and solid and he's so fucking hot. You know he's going to feel incredible once he gets inside of you.

"Can I fuck you raw? Your sweet little cunt is begging for my cum to be poured inside of her. I want Jake to watch it when I'm done and dripping out of you. I want him to see how I've made you mine."

You are nodding your head so fast. It all sounds so good to you. You don't even care about the consequences. You're on birth control anyway and you really want to feel him inside of you bare.

Harry narrows his gaze onto your center and closes his eyes. He's shocked that you're going along with this, it's like a dream come true for him. He's wanted you like this for so long now and he's finally getting to have you, and right in front of your pussy ass boyfriend is just the cherry on top. Of course, after this Jake's not going to be your boyfriend any more. You're going to belong to Harry.

Harry smooths a hand up over your soft thigh and bites his lip as he strokes his cock. "We're going to start off like this, okay? I'm gonna dip into you for a bit and then I'm going to switch up the position, but right now I'm desperate to be inside of you and feel you.”

Harry leans down over you and slides his cock over your slit, getting himself nice and wet with your arousal. Each glide of the tip of his cock over your clit draws a moan out of you and Harry smirks at the effect. When he finally lines up his thick tip with your little wet hole he slowly pushes himself into you. It's everything he ever imagined it to be. You're tight and warm around him. He draws himself nearly all the way out and pushes back into you excruciatingly slow and he does that for a good few minutes and you can really feel him. The way he fills you so perfectly has your mouth hung open and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so deep and so big that the only thoughts you have are of Harry now.

Harry groans in ecstasy at the feeling of his bare cock gliding through your wet walls. He's pushing in as deep as he can get at this angle but he knows the next position is going to have you screaming.

Harry pulls himself out of you and then pulls you to sitting. The couch in Harry's office is a deep couch so there's a bit of space but of course, sex on a couch is a bit difficult and Harry wants to get you in a position where Jake can see Harry entering your pussy.

"Ass in the air, pointed this way, I want Jake to see this. Yes, just like that, baby. Beautiful. She's really beautiful, isn't she Jake? She feels so good too. So fucking tight and wet. I've got her completely soaking my cock. Not sure why you stepped out on this." Harry says as he rubs his palms over your ass.

You put your head down toward the cushion of the couch with your bum up. Harry climbs over you and spreads his legs so he's bent over you from behind, sort of like doggy style, but he's standing over you. Harry holds onto your hips and he enters you at this angle, where he's fucking down into you and Jake can see everything. You turn your neck a bit so you can make out Harry over you and you can see Jake's lap. Harry is hitting deep into your cunt this way and it's amazing the stamina he's got because this seems to be like a lot of work.

Harry's deep and hard thrusts are punching grunts out of you at each hit. It's so good and everything feels so fucking amazing. The sound of Harry's hips meeting yours, his balls thudding into you at each smack, the wet noise of your cunt sucking him in. You notice too that with this view of Jake's lap that he's got a boner. You can tell he's a little turned on by this. Interesting...

"How's this, baby? Is my cock making you feel good? Because your little pussy is making me lose my fucking mind." Harry is pounding away into you and you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs.

You can't make out many words because you're scrunched up to the couch and the cadence at which Harry is plunging into you is quite intense but you try your best.

"Yes. Fuuuu... Ugghhh... Feels so fucccckking goooood!" It took a lot of work to get those words out in between gasps of air. You take a hand and start rubbing at your clit but it's difficult, though you make it work. Harry's relentless pace is rocking you into the couch and you feel the gentle spring of another orgasm approaching you as you rub over your slippery clit.

Harry's moans are non stop. He's loving this angle and he could go all night like this. He's in incredible shape and he's very strong so he has no problem fucking you like this. Plus the view of your ass has him going berserk. You're so fucking pretty and you're really taking him so well.

“Fuck, baby… who does this pussy belong to? Hmm? Tell me.” A particularly sharp push into you has you yelping out. He’s so deep it aches but it makes the pleasure even more intense.

“Harry! Ahhhh! You! Fuuuck! It belongs… ahhuuuuhh… Shit. You, Harry! It’s yours, god!” He was relentless and your words were punctuated by each thrust. Spitting out a sentence was nearly impossible.

Harry groans into your ear as he leans over your back and continues rocking into you, “Baby, don’t tease me. Do you mean it? You’re pussy belongs to me?” With his slower pace now that he’s leaning over you, you’re finally able to form a sentence in answer.

“Yes, Harry. This pussy is yours. Fuck your cock makes me feel so good. Is your cock mine too?” You do your best to speak clearly and with your head turned you can see Harry’s profile while he’s fucking you.

Harry chokes out a moan before responding, “This cock is already yours, honey. Has been since the first day I laid eyes on you. Gonna treat so good. Mmm… fuck.”

You begin to unravel at his words. This was it. You and Harry were together now, there was no turning back after this. You were his. It made you dizzy how happy you were. You pushed yourself up, despite Harry’s grip on you and you turned your body slightly so you could pull Harry to your lips. As Harry continued fucking into you his lips smothered over yours and that’s all it took for your orgasm to burst through you.

You yelped and moaned loudly as Harry tried keeping his mouth over yours but it was no use. You were peeking in your second orgasm of the night and coming on Harry’s cock while his lips were on you was the most sensual thing you’d ever felt. His cock was magic and your walls pulsed around him as he continued to pump his hard prick deep into your tummy.

Harry wanted to come so bad but he had a pretty good hold of his urges and he wanted Jake to watch while he brought you to another orgasm.

Harry slowly pulled out of you and spread your cheeks to take a close look. You were fucking hot and he was on cloud 9. You turned to look at Harry and he saw your flushed cheeks and messy hair and felt like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Harry plopped down onto the couch with his back against the back cushion, facing toward Jake. Harry dragged you over to him and sat you in his lap to straddle him.

“Can I get one more from you? Hmm? Have you just sit on me and grind over me while I’m deep inside you til you’re coming again.” He squeezed at your ass and you scooted in closer to him so your centers were pressed together.

You hold onto his shoulders and nod at him with a smile. You feel so relaxed now but you know you can come again for him. With a cock like his, and a dirty mouth like that it’s hard not to. You drop your gaze over Harry’s torso and he’s just so agonizingly sexy. From his tattoos, to the way his pectoral muscles are well shaped and defined, his hard nipples, and to the trail of sparse hairs that lead downward to his pelvis and scatter around his thick shaft.

He brings a hand up to the back of your neck and runs his fingers through the hairs on the nape of your neck and pulls your mouth to his. He still tastes and smells of you and his mouth is soft and wet on your lips. Harry moans into your mouth as you adjust yourself to bring his dick back into you. Keeping your lips on his you knee up a bit and position him at your entrance before slowly sinking down over him.

Harry throws his head back with mouth hung open and sucks in a sharp breath.

“God you feel so good like this. Want you like this all the time.” He lowers his hands back to your ass and helps you along as you rock your hips over him, seated fully into lap, and Harry bucks into you with his feet planted flat on the floor.

Your clit rubs against his pubic bone perfectly in this position, constant friction right where you need it. You moan Harry’s name and grasp harder onto his shoulders when he begins fucking up into you with more vigor. The pace is rough but it’s exactly what you need to start sliding into that fuzzy, tingly space where your orgasm begins its ascent.

“Oh my god Harry! Fuck! Oooohhhh…” your nails are digging into Harry’s flesh and it’s getting him off. He loves how it feels and looks forward to seeing the marks afterwards. Harry groans at the sight of you. As he’s bucking up into you it causes your tits to bounce. You’re beautiful and you’re his now.

“Are you my girl now? Hmm? All mine?” Harry asks with his eyes on yours.

You squeeze around him and just as you start to come you answer him, “Yes! I’m fucking yours, Harry! Fuck!” You unravel on his cock as your vision blurs, your ears begin to ring and you melt into a puddle.

Your orgasm triggers Harry’s and he releases everything he has into you. Gritting his teeth he groans and holds you down over him, pumping his hot come deep inside of you.

Jake’s view is of your ass with Harry’s balls tucked right under your pussy and his legs spread wide. It’s a lot like watching a porn except it’s his girlfriend being fucked by his boss and it pisses him off but at the same time, he’s quite aroused. The sounds you were making, how wet he could see you got, the couch hitting against the wall when Harry thrusted into you especially hard, it was all very erotic. Jake had a feeling that you’d eventually choose Harry.

When you and Harry have calmed down a little he begins to kiss you again. He’s still seated firmly inside of you, still hard as far as you can tell, and he holds onto the back of your neck, holding you close.

Soon, though, Harry’s come begins to drip out of you just a bit and Harry helps to lift you up. He angles you on his lap so your cunt is facing him and he can watch as his come drips out of your hole.

Harry grins and looks over your shoulder at Jake, “Should see this mate. Her sweet pussy is just dripping with my come. Was gonna make you watch my come dripping out of her but I think I want to keep this view to myself. Fuck. It’s beautiful.”

You roll your eyes at Harry’s comment and he smacks your outer thigh lightly with a cocky grin on his face, “Don’t roll your eyes at me. You like this shit, baby.”

After a bit of shuffling around and Harry suddenly realizing he doesn’t want Jake to look at your naked body, he’s standing in front of you to shield you as you quickly put your clothes back on at his urging.

Once the two of you are dressed and straightened out Harry takes the tape off Jake’s mouth and speaks to him.

“So, you’re debt free now. You’re lucky too, man. Wanted to hurt you. But I think this scenario works out best for everyone. You get to walk out of here on legs that work, I’m leaving with your girl, well, she’s not your girl anymore, and she’s gonna be treated like a queen from now on.”

Harry grasps your hand into his and pulls you with him as he makes for the door.

“Wait up! I’m still tied to this fucking chair! Are you gonna help?” Jake’s frantic voice stops Harry in his tracks.

“Ah, shit. I forgot man. I’ll tell Reggie to get you untied. Enjoy the rest of your evening because me and my new girlfriend sure will be.”

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Shattered Memories • Chapter VIII: Lovers at The Gala • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Comical Fluff, AND LOTS OF FLUFF Chapter Warnings: it's a long boi, Extra: this chapter is for the genshin stans and swifties, if you know then you know. I've been excited about this chapter since the prologue I am losing my mind. I wanted to do two chapters this week because chapter viii and ix are my favorites so you're getting one today and one on friday. Word Count: 6.6k

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It was the big day of The Stark Charity Gala. It was being held in the Empire State Building which was no surprise because the theme was Gilded Age, mixed with Art Deco and Art Nouveau elements, according to Miles’ knowledge from being an art student. When Peter brought it up to you and what your inspiration for it was, your answer was nothing short of what he was expecting from you.

“Art Deco and Art Nouveau are eras that disagreed with each other. So I’m forcing them to get along,” you explained. “I added the gilded age theme to it because I’d like to think it’s the company’s own personal gilded age.”

Creative as always, Peter thought.

Peter arrived with his friends in Harry’s limo around seven thirty, a half hour after the gala started. Gwen and Miles both went with the color red for their outfits. Cindy went with a light blue and Harry and Peter went with regular black tuxedos and a pop of color for their pocket squares. Pavitr was meeting them there with Gayatri, who was also invited to attend. 

Before they walked into the area where the gala was being held, Harry stopped them.

“Now, there will probably…no…there will be celebrities and highly influential people here,” Harry began. “So don’t act a fool about it.”

“Get your head out of your ass, Harry,” Gwen started with squinted eyes. “We’re friends with you and Peter’s girlfriend is (Y/N) freaking Stark, who’s hosting this thing by the way. So you don’t have to worry about your pretty little rich boy head.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter sighed. 

“Yeah, but she’s the love of your life so what’s the actual difference here?” 

“One, Gwen, fuck you,” Harry stated with a playful look on his face. “And two, Gwen has a point.”

Peter groaned. “Please, don’t embarrass me tonight. I can’t make a proper move when I’m worried all you are gonna be lurking around the corner just to get the chance to bully me in front of the girl I like. I’m just asking for this one night.”

His friends could see the desperation on his face because they all nodded in understanding. 

“No worries, Parker,” Gwen started. 

“Yeah,” Miles agreed. “We’re rooting for you.”

“If you need a nudge or something,” Cindy added.  “Come find one of us. We can help rather than hinder this time.” She looked at Gwen and Harry with a hard look and they threw their hands up in defense and surrender.

“Thank you,” Peter sighed again as they arrived by the door. 

“Ready?” Harry asked and they all nodded before he led them inside. 

The room was decorated to the nines as were the people. There were geometric elements of Art Deco matched with the floral designs and organic shapes of Art Nouveau. There was gold everywhere mixed in with the Stark Industries brand colors. The men all wore tuxedos of different types while the women wore formal gowns. It reminded Peter of a high-class prom or something. He and his friends gawked at lavishness. It was like they walked into a royal fairytale minus the electro-swing music playing in the background which brought a roaring 20s vibe.

The only thing that broke their trance was Pavitr calling out to them. They looked over to see him and Gayatri matching in Indian formal wear in shades of purple. They hurried over and greeted the rest of the group.

“Isn’t this place amazing?” Gayatri asked. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this nice.”

“That’s what happens when you have someone from our generation running things,” Cindy smiled. “She knows what style is.”

Peter smiled softly and looked around to see if he could find you but there was no sign of you yet. He didn’t even see Nika, who was one of the last people he would want to see right now. He debated texting you but he didn’t want to seem desperate either. He chewed on his bottom lip nervously.

“Peter!” He heard a voice from behind and he whipped around with his eyebrows raised. 

He saw Celina wearing a sparkly silver dress waving at him. She was there with Ned and MJ. Ned was wearing a Tux with a silver sparkly bow tie and a sparkly pocket square to match. MJ was wearing a green dress with geometric lines on the upper part of her dress and flowing silk on the bottom half. Peter waved back with a smile which caused Celina to pull the other two over with her as they struggled to keep up with her excitement. Celina wrapped her arms around Peter and instinctively Peter hugged back.

“It’s good to see you again!” Celina chimed when she pulled back and then looked at Ned and MJ. “This is the guy I was telling you about!”

“Oh yeah, we know him,” MJ spoke. “Always ordered the lamest type of coffee when you came into the cafe. You know, I was tempted to add vanilla or something just to give your life a bit of razzle dazzle or something but legally I couldn’t do that.”

Peter smiled in response. Typical Michelle Jones-Watson Communication.

“Jeez, M,” Celina put her hands on her hips and stood in contrapposto as she looked at the tall woman. “Way to greet him.”

“What?” MJ asked.

“Anyways,” Celina said, turning back to Peter. “This weirdo is MJ. And this precious guy here is Ned.” She hugged his arm and he smiled and kissed her temple.

I know. “Nice to meet you, both. Officially.”

“You too,” Ned smiled back. “You know, (Y/N) talks about you a lot. I feel like we all know you already.” 

“Oh my god, Celina?” Cindy popped up from behind Peter. 

“Cindy?!” Celina beamed.

The two girls squealed and hugged each other. 

“You can speak now!” Cindy exclaimed and Peter mentally facepalmed himself for not mentioning it to her sooner. 

MJ’s phone sounded and she checked it and sighed. “Our girl is running late, but she’ll be here in a few.” She put her phone away. “Good, we have time to interrogate you.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Ned suggested. “How about we just get to know him without you grilling him.”

“Well, I didn’t mean literally,” MJ responded. “I know he’s harmless. Gayatri knows him from Pavitr.”

“MJ!” Gayatri exclaimed as if on cue. 

“That’s my cue. You boys play nice now,” and with that, she walked over to Peter’s friend group to say hello to Gayatri and Pavitr. 

It was just Peter and Ned left and they looked at each other awkwardly. 

“Hey, wanna find a table?” Ned asked, pointing over to one of the clothes tables.

“Yeah, sure!” Peter responded. 

After a bit of socializing, Celina invited everyone to sit together which turned out to be the greatest idea. Celina and Cindy were bonding and catching up, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and Gayatri were talking about MIT culture and Harry and MJ were talking about something Peter couldn’t figure out, but Harry got a smile out of her a few times which seemed like a good sign. His friends were all together and it made him really happy. Especially now that he could see his old friends too. He talked to Ned about MIT, answered questions about himself when Ned asked, and ended up in a deep and intriguing conversation about Star Wars.

He found out why the entire group was here in the first place. Gwen and Miles were there to represent Brooklyn Visions Academy Star Alumni, Pavitr and Gayatri were there to represent Horizon High Star Alumni, Cindy and a girl named Jessica Drew were there to represent Midtown Tech Star Alumni, and Ned and MJ were there to represent MIT Stellar Students. Celina was Neds plus one which made both of your and Peter's friends groups there at the Gala.

“You know, I know I like, just only met you,” Ned started with a smile. “But I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. Is that weird? I dunno. Maybe I’ll take a page out of Celina’s book and say it’s a sign that you’re good for (Y/N).”

Peter’s heart swelled at his words. “S’not weird. I mean I still think it’s weird that you think anyone is better than Obi-Wan Kenobi, but that’s none of my business.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

“Dude!” Ned exclaimed with a laugh. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I did not say that!” 

“You implied it,” Peter sang playfully.

“Nuh-uh! Obi-Wan is way cool! He’s the strongest force user! The one you should argue with is your Sith sympathizer girlfriend who still has a major crush on Anakin Skywalker even though he went through with order 66. And called Darth Vader, Darth Daddy,” 

“Ugh,” Peter winced. “Don’t remind me.”

They laughed softly for a moment before Gwen interjected.

“Hey!” She whined. “He gets to call her your girlfriend but I don’t?”

“He gets a pass because he’s not trying to put bets on my decisions like it’s a dating sim.”

Gwen stuck her tongue out at him again before there was a rush of commotion outside of the main entryway. They all looked over curiously.

“She’s here,” MJ stated. “God, she’s gonna hate all this attention.”

Peter’s senses started buzzing which confirmed MJ’s claims about you being here. He stood up at the feeling as his excitement to see you was rising. The reporters outside got louder as the outside door opened and you walked in. Peter could feel you getting closer as his senses focused on you. 

When you entered the room, Peter froze.

There you were, in a golden gown that complimented your upper body in ways that Peter wasn’t used to or prepared for. The tattoo on your arm was in full view and the blue of roses complemented the gold of your dress. Your makeup was made up of golden glitter on your eyelids and soft colors that went well with your skin tone. 

Peter wished he was sitting down because he was sure his legs were going to give out on him. Celina was right. If he was busy today with work, he would’ve risked it all just to be here to see you. He thanked the universe that the stars aligned in his favor.

You looked heavenly. 

When you spotted him your face lit up and you smiled at him and started to make a beeline towards him. He watched you the entire time.

“Peter, hey,” You smiled. 

He could smell your soft-scented perfume as you approached him and it relaxed him and he sighed softly in satisfaction, but his eyes never left you and his heart still raced.

He felt like he was in the presence of a Goddess. 

“H-” He cleared his throat before he squeaked again. “Hey, (Y/N)...”

“Snap out of it before you drool all over that tux,” Nika, who wore a green gown that was a similar color to MJ’s, said from beside you guys. 

Peter looked at her surprised that he didn’t notice her. Nika looked at you and held up a black box for you to take. “You left this in the limo. I swear you would lose your head from your shoulders without me.”

You take it with a sheepish look on your face. “Thank you.”

Nika smiled and then turned to greet your friends. You and Peter looked back at each other and you handed him the box. 

“For you.” 

He looked at you wondrously as he opened it. It was a bowtie and a pocket square that matched your dress. 

“Celina made the dress,” you explained as your face burned. “She thought it would be nice if we matched.”

Peter smiled and nodded as he took off the bowtie and took out the pocket square that he was already wearing. “Thanks.”

“Here, allow me,” you stated as you took out the golden bowtie from the box and began tying it around his collar. He watched you the entire time.

There were so many things he wanted to say but his brain was so scrambled that he could only muster up a “Did you get here okay?”  

“Yeah,” you replied as you worked on the pocket square softly. “Traffic was backed up to hell, but we managed.”

When you finished with the pocket square, you patted the pocket area with your hand twice. “There you go.” You smiled up at him meeting his eyes. 

He blushed. “Thank you.”

You smile bigger in response. “Welp, I got a speech to go make and then socialize with the pretentious assholes and organizations that are actually nice. Give me like an hour? Then I’m all yours.”

“No, yeah, yeah!” Peter nodded rapidly and cleared his throat while glancing at the ground for a second before meeting your gaze again and giving you a soft smile. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.” 

 After a while, Peter went upstairs where it was less crowded. For a while he watched you go from person to person from the balcony with a glass of sweet wine in his hand that he sipped on. He then watched what his friends were doing. He noticed that Harry and MJ were spending a lot of time together talking. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her smile like that before. He raised his eyebrow wondrously at her out-of-character reactions to Harry. Did she just giggle? Peter blinked rapidly.

Peter sensed you approaching him. 

“Hey there, Stranger,” you smiled and leaned backward on the balcony next to him. 

Peter looked at you with a small smile on his face. “Hey there, beautiful.”

Your face burned and your eyes averted away shyly at the unexpected compliment. “Stop,” you said sheepishly with no real conviction behind your words as you smiled down at the ground and tried to compose yourself. 

Peter's smile widened. “I would apologize, but I’m not sorry.”

You pressed your lips together and turned to face the same way he was. Your shoulder pressed against his. Two can play that game, Parker. “Keep it up and I might leave this circus early and take you with me.” 

“But Celina worked so hard on that phenomenal dress, and Harry got this tux sized for me. It would be a shame to let it go to waste,” Peter smirked. “Plus, Nika would murder us both if you left early with me.”

“I’m sure there’s a secluded room we can go to.” You argued playfully. “It wouldn’t be hard to… share our secrets there.”

Peter snorted. “How romantic. I hate to inform you that I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Even better,” you smiled and took the glass of wine from his hand and took a sip out of it while looking directly into his dark brown eyes. 

Peter looked back into your eyes deeply. He wanted to kiss you right then and there.

But of course, there was an interruption. Like always. 

“So this is the famous Peter Parker,” He heard a man’s voice say. “Right here in the flesh.”

You audibly sigh and roll your eyes as you look at Sam who was standing with Bucky both dressed in tux with serious looks on their faces but mischief in their eyes.

“Hello, Sam.” You said with not much enthusiasm in your voice. “And Bucky.”

Bucky squinted at the two of you and you both prayed to any higher being that they didn’t hear your flirtatious conversation.

Peter cleared his throat to make sure his voice didn’t embarrass him again. “Captain Wilson. Sergeant Barnes,” he addressed them politely. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Sam hummed and looked at the two of you. 

“Well, this was fun but there are some people I would like to introduce Peter to so if you wouldn’t mind-” As you spoke you took Peter’s hand and started to pull him away but were stopped when you felt a tug on your hand. 

You turned to see Peter standing there and Sam and Bucky each had a hand on his shoulder. Their grips were gentle but firm and it sent a chill down Peter’s spine. Despite his senses telling him that they weren’t going to do anything, it didn’t mean they weren’t going to say anything. Especially when they’re like older brother figures to you. You gave Peter an apologetic look as Bucky put his arm around Peter’s shoulder.

“We’re concerned for you,” Bucky stated. 

You sighed deeply. “He’s harmless, guys. I made sur-”

“Oh no, not you,” Sam interrupted and pointed at Peter. “You, my friend.”

“M-me?” Peter asked in confusion.

“Oh yeah,” Bucky added. “She’s kind of obsessed with you. I would be careful.”

You crossed your arms and huffed. “You guys aren’t funny-”

“She’s been researching you,” Sam interjected.

“Investigating, if you will.” 

“We know about you more than we should,” Sam gave Peter a warning look. 

Peter from each man as they spoke and you pouted and rolled your eyes. “Stop.”

“Hey, just trying to help a brother out,” Sam threw a hand up in defense. “Your ass is a little crazy.”

“I am not crazy,” you argued. “Now give him back.”

“Oof! You hear that, Buck?”

“Yep!” Bucky chimed. “Possessive as hell.”

“Stop making me look bad!”

“You’re doing that all on your own.”

Peter couldn’t take it anymore and he busted out in giggles and all three of you looked at him wondrously. 

“I know she’s been doing that,” Peter smiled smugly, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at you. “She just couldn’t help but fall for my charm and cute face.”

You deadpanned so hard. “You know what, never mind. Keep him.” you downed the wine, forced the glass into Bucky’s free hand, turned around, and walked away.

“Wait, (Y/N)-” Peter called. “I was joking!”

“Mhm, sure,” Peter could hear the smile in your voice. “Go be cute and cocky somewhere else with your new bros.”

Peter tried to pull from their grip to go after you, but Bucky kept his firm metal hold on him. Peter looked at him wondrously. 

Bucky gave him a thin-lipped smile. “Take care of her, yeah? Otherwise, you’ll have to deal with us in the not-so-subtle way, Spiderman.”

Peter nodded. “I promise.”

Bucky and Sam let go of Peter and he instantly ran after you picking you up from behind and twirling you around for a moment as you squealed and laughed. 

“Gotcha,” Peter sang. 

“Caught right in your web,” you smiled. “Poetic isn’t it?”

Peter snorted and set you down. “I feel like I should apologize to you about them.”

It was your turn to snort. “Please, I would apologize for them but they are two grown-ass men who can do it themselves. No worries though. I’ll be a brat about it for a few days until they do.”

Peter laughed. 

“Speaking of poems,” you said looking at the time. “I should get ready to give my speech and do the rest of my mingling so I can get that out of the way.”

Peter smiled at you. “Okay. I’ll probably go bully Harry with Gwen.”

You giggled. “You saw him with Michelle too?”

“Yeah.” And I would bully her too if circumstances were different.

“Have fun,” you said.

“Good luck,” He replied. 

After your speech, you mingled more. One guy got a little handsy with you than you or Peter liked but you handled it with grace. And by grace, Peter meant you took the guy's hand by the wrist and nearly broke it as you told him off. After that Peter lost you in the crowd. He couldn’t find you and he couldn’t sense you. It worried him. He asked his friends and your friends if they had seen you. They haven’t and you weren’t answering your texts from anyone. It worried him more.

He spotted the table where Pepper, Happy and Morgan were sitting and decided that was his next best option, even if Happy was giving him suspicious looks all evening. So he walked over to them with sweaty hands and a racing mind.

“Um…Hello,” Peter said sheepishly. 

Pepper looked up at him. Happy never stopped looking at him. Morgan didn’t acknowledge him.

“Uh…you haven’t seen (Y/N) anywhere, have you?” He asked, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Oh!” Pepper chimed. “She was going to introduce us to you later but fate has other plans I guess.” She smiled as she stood up and went by him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She held out her hand and Peter shook it politely. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Stark.”

Pepper wore a blue gown with her hair in a low bun. Morgan wore a pink dress with a black leather jacket that Peter recognized as the very first one that Tony had gotten for you. Happy wore a regular suit. 

“She left like fifteen minutes ago,” Morgan stated. “Typical.”

Pepper gave Morgan a warning look and then looked back at Peter. “She didn’t leave. She stepped out for a moment. She doesn’t do well in crowds for very long.”

Peter was surprised that Happy wasn’t with you, but then again he wasn’t surprised because you hated having a bodyguard with you at all times when you can take care of yourself just fine. 

Peter nodded knowingly in response. 

“She’ll be back in a bit,” Pepper continued. “She let Morgan use her phone.”

He looked to see the preteen girl playing a game on your phone aggressively. 

Ah. “Okay. Thank you.” 

“Aw, man!” Morgan exclaimed. “I died!”

She pouted the same way you did. Her bottom lip sticking out and furrowed brows and it made Peter chuckle softly.

“What game are you playing?” Peter asked.

Morgan looked up at him. “Genshin Impact.”

Peter hummed in amusement. “May I?”

She eyed him with hesitation and then handed him the phone. He took it and then sat in the chair next to her. He looked at the screen and blinked rapidly.

“Dude,” he started. “You’re still in Inazuma? When did you start playing?”

“Like a month ago,” Morgan replied sheepishly. “But I used to play on (Y/N)’s account but I got tired of her zooming through the storyline and I was left with only her story quests and world quests. Of course, she would leave the boring parts to me.”

Peter snorted and analyzed the mission Morgan was struggling with. “You’re fighting Raiden Shogun. Saving Thoma right?”

Morgan nodded. 

“So the goal isn’t to beat her. She’s an Archon it’s impossible to do so,” Peter explained like the geek he is. “And she deactivates your bursts and skills so you’re kind of stuck and rendered useless. The goal is to bring her down to seventy-five percent health and run and dodge when she activates the Vision Hunt Decree. You only need to survive for forty-five seconds after that and you’re all good.” 

Morgan looked at him with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Mhm!” Peter smiled. “Here let me equip you with the right things. Especially with the team you have.”

After clicking around and setting up Morgan’s teams for success, he handed the phone back to her. “If you lose you can kick my butt.”

She took the phone and gave him a tight-lipped smile as she started the mission again. Peter watched her the whole time and was her second pair of eyes. She was able to pass the quest with flying colors.

“Yes!” Morgan cheered and looked up at Peter with a sparkle in her eye. “Thank you so much, Peter!”

“Good job!” Peter chuckled softly and held up his hand for a high five and Morgan smacked the palm of her hand onto his.

He looked up to see Pepper smiling at the two of them and Happy's face was softer than it had been all night. Peter gave them a thin-lipped smile in response. There was still no sign of you. 

“You should go find, (Y/N),” Morgan stated, not taking her eyes off the screen. “I think I got it from here. Oh! But give me your UID and we can be friends on here!”

Peter smiled, gave her his UID, and then he got up. “I’ll bring her back safely.”

“Thank you,” Pepper replied. 

Peter walked out and into the cool New York City air. He glanced around to see if he could spot you but there was no sign of you but he could faintly sense you. Which brought him some relief and comfort. 

"If you're looking for her, she's on the roof." 

Peter whipped around to see Nika leaning up on the wall looking at the roof of a building that was across the street. 

"The roof?"

"Yeah,” Nika replied. “She can only take so much of the public eye, public speeches, and networking before it gets too much for her. So she needs a break from it all for a bit so she can come back down and do it all over again. It took her two months of practicing her speech for the expo before she felt ready. In fact, I don't think she ever was ready for that speech."

Peter chuckled softly and said softly to himself. “Yeah, she’s always been that way.”

Nika hummed in response. 

Peter looked up at the sign of the place that you were on top of. It was a cute cafe with globe lights on strings and plants on the roof of it. He imagined it was a quiet place which is why you choose there to go.

“I’m out here as her lookout,” Nika continued. “Decided to give Happy a break and actually enjoy himself for once.”

Peter hummed amused. “How nice of you.”

“He’s probably shitting himself worried right now,” Nika grinned. “I may be a small girl but I can take down a super soldier like Sargent Barnes any day. I’m more than capable.”

“I believe you,” Peter agreed. “You kinda scare me.”

“Good.”

Peter smiled at Nika and she smiled back.

"Well, what are you waiting for?”’ She chuckled. “Go to her. Be an Avenger Boy and save the day.” She waved him off. “Shoo shoo!"

Peter laughed. “You’re not gonna kick my ass for being a distraction?”

“Nah,” Nika let out a deep breath. “She could use a little…or a lot…of distraction right now. Play your cards right and you might get completely on my good side.”

“Good to know,” Peter smiled and began walking towards the building. 

“You can web up there you know,” Nika commented which made Peter stop in his tracks and turn on his heels to look at her.

“You know?” He replied but it came out more like a statement.

Nika tapped her temple. “I know a lot of things. It’s kind of my job. Didn’t take me long to figure it out.”

Peter nodded in response.

“If anyone sees you, I’ll gaslight them.”

Peter laughed. “No worries, I’m careful.”

Nika nodded and gave him a salute of good luck. He was pleasantly surprised by Nika’s friendly behavior. He half expected her to rip his head off for trying to bother him but she encouraged him. And what was he gonna do, say no? Of course not.

 He went into the Alley of the building and webbed himself up after making sure the coast was clear. He saw you on the other side leaning over the ledge looking up at a billboard with Tony Stark and the Iron Man suit on it. The Billboard read “Gone but never forgotten.”

He took a deep preparation breath and walked over to you. You sensed him, looked back at him, and smiled softly.

"Sorry,” you stated.  “I'm a horrible date."

"You're not," he smiled back with a chuckle and leaned next to you much like how you did with him earlier.

You both turned and looked at the billboard again both of your are hit with waves of emotions and Peter couldn’t tell if he was feeling it from you or if you were feeling it from him, but the comfort of each other’s company kept your feelings in check as you guys silently bonded over the absence of Tony Stark in your lives. 

Peter remembered all his moments with Tony and how much he learned from him. He remembers sitting in the workshop with him while Tony worked on his Spider suit and he, himself, worked on his web shooters. 

He remembers a specific day…

You ran up behind Peter, wrapped your arms around his torso, and gave him a peck on the cheek with a giggle. He blushed with a smile and turned his head to look at you and kiss your forehead. You would be spending the day with Natasha and Wanda.

“Heading out?” He asked you softly.

“Yep,” you replied. “I’ll buy you something.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Let her do it,” Tony said from across the table. “She’s gonna do it anyway. It’s like her dream to be your sugar mama.”

Peter chuckled nervously, unsure if Tony was being serious or not. You rolled your eyes.

“Bye, Darling.” You pecked Peter’s lips and he pecked yours back before you went over to your dad and kissed his temple. “Goodbye, Father.”

“Goodbye Daughter,” Tony replied. “Have fun, be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and definitely don’t do anything I would do.”

You made a pfft sound. “Yeah right,” you replied as you walked away.  “Love you,” you sang.

“Love you,” Tony replied as you disappeared up the staircase. 

Peter watched you the entire time with nothing but love in his eyes. Tony eyed him when he noticed him not focusing on his web slinging gizmo. 

“Y’know, kid,” Tony started as Peter turned to him rapidly from being knocked from his gazing and daydreaming of you. “There’s this thing called a camera. It’s on your phone. Ever heard of it? If you take a picture it will last longer.”

Peter snorted with a smile and went back to upgrading his gadget. “S’not the same, sir.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. “You kids are weird. But I’d take weird over anything else.”

Peter inserted the web fluid into his web shooter and then set it down looking up at Tony. 

Mr. Stark?”

“That’s me,” Tony sang.

“I think I’m in love with (Y/N),” Peter said and Tony stopped what he was doing and looked up at him again. “But ... .I don’t know how to express that to her in a way she deserves.”

Tony’s face softened and he set the suit down on the table and turned completely to Peter listening to him.

Peter continued. “I don’t know much about romance…only what they show in movies and what Aunt May has told me but this is my first relationship and I’m hoping for it to be my one and only relationship for the rest of my life. Is that weird? That’s weird isn’t it?” Peter sighed nervously. “I just…I don’t wanna mess it up. I want to find a way to show her how much I love her. Something that she can hold or look at for when we aren’t by each other but I also know she’s not materialistic and she prefers experiences over items. I dunno…maybe I’m overthinking it.”

Tony pressed his lips together and let out a deep breath. “You got a heart of gold, Peter. It pairs well with her heart of Iron. I’m sure whatever you come up with she will love because it came from you and you specifically. That’s all she needs.”

Peter let out a sigh.

“You know I never visited his grave,” you stated softly and Peter looked at you. “I’m afraid of how I’ll react.” You look down at your tattoo and trace your fingers over the arc reactors. “I never expected to take over the stark throne so soon…the same age my dad took over. If I go visit his grave, that’s just a reminder of what wasn’t supposed to be.”

Peter listened to you.

“Kinda shitty of me isn’t it?” You started. “Won’t take on the role of Iron Hero, won’t go visit his grave, can’t hold an event without running away and leaving my date behind. Some legacy I am.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter said, turning to you and seeing your eyes glossed over. “That’s not shitty. That’s called being human. You have the right to feel however you feel about it. He was more than just your dad but the person you confided in the most. No one blames you for feeling this way.”

You looked at him and smiled. “Thanks.”

Peter pressed his lips together and lifted himself from the ledge and took out his phone, opening up his preferred music app. You watched him as he set his phone down as the song played. It was one of your favorites, Lover by Taylor Swift. 

He holds out his hand to you with a smile. "Dance with me?" 

You smiled and took his hand. And he walked you closer towards the center of the roof. You wrapped your arms around his neck and clasped your hands together as his hands made their way to your hips. Your senses bloomed at the contact as you guys looked at each other with burning faces that kept you warm from the cool autumn air.

"You look pretty tonight," he stated. "Not that you don't look pretty any other time."

“Thank you,” you giggled. "You should see me when I wake up in the morning. Puffy-faced, looking scary and pissed off."

Peter chuckled softly remembering how you were in the mornings during their time at the Avengers Compound. You always looked like you were ready to fight someone at any moment even if you woke up in a good mood. You got teased for it often. 

"Well, you clean up nicely," he smiled.

"So do you," you smiled. "You look handsome. Not that you don't look handsome any other time."

“Thanks, I woke up like this.”

You playfully hit his arm and he laughed in response with your giggles. 

“You’re conceited today,” you commented. 

“Confident,” he corrected.

You squinted your eyes and hummed in doubt. “Conceited,” you argued. “But I kinda like it.”

He hummed in response and looked into your eyes meeting your gaze. 

You get lost looking deeply into the darkness of his irises. He has such pretty brown eyes. He looked back into your eyes deeply also getting lost in your wonderous orbs. You guys felt the pull stronger than ever before. You glanced down at his lips and Peter stopped moving as he focused completely on you. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist. His senses were all on you.

It was his turn to glance down at your lips as he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth like he was debating on something before making a decision. Pavitr’s words rang in his mind. 

This is it. The moment.

You both lean in. It’s happening. The moment you and your senses have been waiting for. Oh my fucking god, it’s happening. You close your eyes. 

Your lips met his softly.

Your senses jolted and in a quick moment your body went cold and an implosion of warmth flowed through you and. your senses lost control of themselves. Your heart raced in your chest and your brain focused on Peter and only Peter. 

It was like something clicked.

You didn't realize that you had stopped dancing. You didn't know when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and you didn't know how your hand ended up gripping his hair. You didn't feel the moment when his tongue swiped across your lips and you opened your mouth to invite him in. 

He tasted of strawberry candy wine and mint and paradise. 

It was like your senses remembered him even though your memory was still hazy but in that moment, it was like it was only you two in the world.

His kiss reminded you of your first kiss. 

His hold reminded you of your first dance.

His gentleness reminded you of him.

The Faceless Boy.

You forgot to breathe and your hands slowly moved to his shoulders and you pulled back reluctantly and he chased your lips as if you two were a magnetic force not meant to part. You looked at each other with hooded eyes, slightly heavy breathing and racing hearts.

Before you could think your mouth spoke.

"My sweet boy…" you said barely a whisper.

Before Peter could react you both were interrupted.

"Let's go, Parker!!" 

Peter jumped as did you and quickly looked over with wide eyes. You stopped his hand from activating his web shooter and accidentally webbing someone off the roof. 

Then he groaned softly and he winced and threw his head back in defeat.

His friends and your friends were together cheering and clapping. As Gwen and Harry started chanting the intro to Blitzkrieg Bop.

"Hey, ho! Let's go!" Echoed through the night sky as Cindy and Celina threw finger hearts at the both of you and joined in the chant. Nika was there with her phone out recording the whole ordeal with a mischievous smile on her face.

You couldn't help but snort and hide your face in Peter's shoulder as you shook from giggles of embarrassment, while Peter pouted at his friends in particular. You lifted your head with your lips pressed together sheepishly looking at him.

"We have a fan base."

He looked back at you with an apologetic look. "I'm so, so, so sorry about this…"

"Don't be. I'm pretty sure it was Nika's idea." 

You both glanced over at them again. As they all started cheering “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

I think I’m going to enter my villain arc, Peter thought, being unserious. I asked for one night.

"Let's give them a show?" You asked. 

Peter decided that if this is what fate had in store for you both, he wasn’t going to let it ruin the moment. So he smirked at you and dipped you causing you to squeal softly and your leg to lift. He caught the bottom of your thigh in his hand as he pressed his lips to yours again and you lay a hand on his cheek while the other gripped onto his shoulder. 

The feeling was electrifying and your friends cheered and clapped louder.

Later that night you arrived back at home with Pepper and Morgan. You say goodnight to them as you go to your room and close the door. You lean back on your door and sigh happily. 

You and Peter finally kissed. And it was twice and it was perfect. 

You bite your lip while smiling ear to ear. You felt like a teenage girl again crushing…probably on Peter Parker, to be honest.

You pull out your phone and text Peter.

I'm home. 

Me too. 

You smile and touch your lips softly. You could feel his kiss on your lips still and it sent a warmth throughout your body. You were knocked out  of your thoughts when your phone sounded.

I had fun tonight 😊

Me too ☺️

Your face burned and you giggled.

Sweet dreams, Peter Parker ♥️

Sweet dreams, (Y/N) Stark ♥️

Your heart fluttered the entire time you got ready for bed. And when you dreamt of the Faceless Boy you imagined Peter's face and when you woke up the next morning, it was with grace. There was no cold sweat and there was no pain. Only a happy heart, clear mind and a smile on your lips where you still felt the ghost of Peter's soft lips.

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Celebrating Ramadan With Kalim and Jamil

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First of all, I would like to say that all of this is incredibly self-indulgent. I know that everyone has their own traditions and ways of celebrating Ramadan but this is how my family observes this month. I would love to hear anyone else’s input.

Okay, my mother would love to meet them because they are good, respectable boys.

Every year my mother goes abaya shopping where she has to buy three different abayas (one for Eid, one for Taraweeh/Jummah prayers at the mosque and one for everyday wear) and she always gets upset because I’ve been using the same abaya for the past three years and I only get another one once my previous one has been worn down. Well, now she shall be disappointed no longer because not only would Kalim buy me three wardrobe’s worth of the most luxurious abayas known to man with the fanciest matching shawls but he also, most probably, would get her the fancy abayas as well.]

Kalim would win her heart by buying her those really luxurious hijab shawls.

Oh my god, Eid dress shopping would be a whole other monster. After finding out that I buy two dresses/outfits for Eid, he would be like ‘ha you thought’ and just pull up a thick magazine and ask my mother to point out anything and everything she wants me to have - since she’s the one that does all of the Eid shopping - and the next day I’d find a pile of readily tailored clothes in my bedroom.

A few weeks ago, my mother bought me a golden bracelet with my name written in Arabic on it and honestly part of the reason I love it is because it is exactly the kind of gift Kalim or Jamil would give me.

Iftar and Suhoor would be a feast with Kalim, Jamil and the Al-Asim wealth. Like these boys would stroll up with the rich people dates and my mother would be sold (my mum and her dad love dates).

This has nothing to do with the rest of the post but I know for a fact that the Scarabia boys would get my name right on the first try and I love them for that.

(Context: I have an Arabic/Muslim surname and I spent all my life going to a whiter-than-the-antaractic primary school that used to be a church. That place was so white that we didn’t even have proper assemblies, we had ‘service’ where the priest from down the road would come and talk about the Bible to the entire school whilst the 10-20ish Muslim kids would sit at the back of the hall and read books. So whilst I was there everyone would pronounce my last name as the way you would spell it out in english whereas the actual arabic pronunciation is different but since everyone including my teachers, the librarians, my mum and dad’s coworkers etc called me by the western pronunciation, I thought that that was what my name is. It was only after my Arabic/Quran teacher pronounced my surname in its Arabic way that my dad told me that it's the proper way of saying it. Not going to lie, it felt kind of weird knowing that I’ve been getting my own name wrong for over a decade and I still use the English pronunciation to this day)

Similarly to how Kalim would win my mum with dates and clothes, Jamil would win my mum with handmade kunafa. Trust me, my family loves kunafa.

Also, my parents love arabic tea. My mum collects tea sets and her two favourite sets are her Turkish tea glasses and silvery metallic Moroccan tea set. Jamil would see her arabic mint tea leaves and he would offer to brew it for her and it would taste like perfection, I just know it.

There was this one Ramadan where my mum got into Arabic calligraphy so she bought this big canvas and some black paint and my sister and I tore out pages from my cartridge paper pad and used my calligraphy pens and we just sat and tried to replicate the arabic calligraphy art we saw on google images whilst listening to nasheeds and I KNOW that Jamil would love to do this. Like he would come out with a masterpiece after ten minutes and then judge watch me try to make mine look half decent before trying to help me. 

I don’t think Jamil would be allowed in the kitchen when my sister, mum and I prepare food for Iftar since it’s a girls only zone but if he could enter it, I know that he would be all calm and everything would be ready at least ten minutes before the adhan compared to the rat race that happens in my house where there are some days where we are laying the table like a minute before it’s time to break fast.

So the day before or two days before Eid, my mother or her friends would invite all of the ladies and their daughters for a henna party where we pay a professional to come and put henna on our arms (and sometimes feet) and we play music and sing and dance and eat sweets and it's a whole thing. Kalim would be upset that he can’t join us but he’d understand since it’s a girls only party and there will be women who want to take off their hijabs and relax but he would pay for like ten of the best henna artists he knows and order food for us and he’d be such a sweetheart like he’d be so happy when I’d show him my designs and he’d talk about how his siblings would wear henna and he used to wear it before he got tattoos.

So, my family likes to celebrate my dad’s lunar birthday since he was born during Ramadan and then, since my sister and I made a big deal of it, my parents decided that they’ll also celebrate our lunar birthdays as well - and by ‘celebrate’ I mean that my mum would order takeaway from our favourite restaurants for dinner - and I can so see this as a thing that Kalim would do only he would treat my lunar birthday as an actual birthday with cake and presents and the whole she-bang.

I kind of want to introduce Kalim to my grandma only to see his reaction to her calling my little sister ‘shaytan’ (satan/devil) as a term of endearment.

Speaking along those lines, I also have a very artistically talented friend who shares the same morbid humour as me and as a gift she made me a canvas with the words ‘Kullu nafsin thaiqatu almawti’ (Every soul shall taste death) written in arabic calligraphy that I have hung up in my bedroom and I would love to see Jamil or Kalim react to that just being one of the first things they see.

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader

[blonditarot]

Niki’s ideal type

First, around 5 people requested this. Second, as always I asked him if I may do this reading, and he was so exited that he gave the world as a yes. And it hit my nose. Why do I have a feeling that our moody teenager was actually waiting for me to ask him about this? 🤣🤣

Let’s start the reading

I see here some sort of a broken millionaire drama, when he’s on top of the world, when Niki would be the one that lost himself in all that fame and luxury, when he lost his path, forgot what life is about, going from a party to a party, him being in his fuck boy era, I also see him being much older and mature in this reading. This happens when he’s tired of his life and feels kina empty inside. His lifestyle would be an escape mechanism for him,

I think of a scenerio when Niki sees someone sitting alone at a large party, hidden in a corner away from people, not having fun at all. There is something about them that intrigues him, some kind of a magnetic pull. He comes to them with confidence that they will be all over him. After all he is THE NIKI, everybody loves him. But as he proceeds to flirt with them, he gets humbled with their sarcasm and wit. At this point he would just stare as they leave, too stunned to say anything,

But he wouldn’t let them leave, he would chase them, convince them to give him a chance, they would be the first person that he would open up to in years. They would heal him from, show him the new, brighter path. They would make him feel complete again, awake that passion that was gone for so long,

I also got some more cards to get to know that person better, they’re supposed to be someone compassionate and loving, some with a pure heart (but someone that isn’t keen on him), he might fantasize about someone outside of his social circle, an ordinary person, not famous or rich but with smart, someone that has everything while having nothing, that celebrates the life for the small things and that stands their ground when they need to, but I’m also picking up some sort of a traumatic childhood, they had to learn to take care of themselves early in their life, because they were left on their own,

Please remember this is the scene from his subconscious mind, this doesn’t even have to be something he would want to happen in real life. It’s him being delusional. That’s from my own experience, I’ve done this reading on myself and I swear if I were to date in real life I’d want something less ✨toxiqe✨. However I can’t say that it wasn’t accurate 😭😭

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #niki tarot

[creation-key]

Drunken Calls

Part 2

Synopsis: accidentally confessing while laughing

Warnings: drinking mentioned, barely any cussing, mostly pure fluff/ maybe angst?

a/n: I don’t have any original ideas, that i want share 😏, so i have stolen this prompt from @mangocherri , thank you love for the inspo! And if I completely butchered it and you want me to take this down, I so will, don’t even worry about it. enjoy, we’ll at least try to 🥸

It’s Saturday night? morning? you don’t even know at this point anymore. Your best friend Sierra took you out that night to celebrate your doctorate’s degree in Psychology.

You’re not much of a party girl on your own, but when with the right people, you never want to sleep. And that is exactly what you’re experiencing in the present, only now, you’re sipping on some fruit drink, the taste of alcohol no longer prevalent because of how much you’ve consumed that night already.

You’ve all gathered at your house for the after party, you called it, which was really your smart sober part of your brain, long gone now, trying to keep everyone from driving home. With the night still young , it’s 2 am, you’re talking up a storm, just really spilling the beans on every secret you’ve ever had, including your crush on your sister’s boyfriend.

Everyone having already sobered up and drinking water gasp, granted it’s only 4 people, including yourself, but the gasp sounded otherworldly to your intoxicated brain.

Not fully understanding what you had just admitted to, you yawn saying you’re gonna “hit the hay,” you wink, for literally no reason at all, and stumble your way to your bedroom, tripping over air at least 27 million times.

You reach your room and plop down on your bed face down, completely ready to just fall asleep like that until your phone, which you had forgotten about, starts to ring loudly. You groan, begrudgingly getting up to answer it.

“hEllor?” You slur out, reaching for a bottle of water half drunken on your night stand, in hopes of quenching your thirst.

“Hey, y/n, wait are you drunk?” The unknown person says.

“No, this is Patrick,” You laugh, dying at your joke, slapping your knee for extra effect. You set the phone face up on your bed, pressing the speaker button.

“Well I guess that answers that, there’s no way sober you would such an awful joke.” The person on the other line giggles.

“Heyy, watch it mister whoever you are. I can and will kick your ass. You know I know karate?”

“Oh really?” Mystery man asks.

“Yep, my best friend Harry taught me once. Do you know Harry?”

“Yeah, I’d say I know him pretty well, he’s kind of a goof isn’t he?” The man questions.

You laugh out loud at that, responding in between laughter.

“Yeah he’s a goof, but that’s why i love him. He’s unapologetically himself no matter the situation. You know sometimes I think I relate to the Schuyler sisters more than I’d like to.” The man on the other line takes in a sharp breath, before moving around asking shakily,

“why is that?”

“Because sometimes I wish I had been satisfied and never introduced him to my little sister, oh well, at least i still have him in life. Maybe I’ll meet a rich man like Angelica and move across the sea only seeing them on major holidays and vacations! Yeahhh, that’d be ideal.” You sigh at the end, it quickly turning into a yawn, after hearing no noise coming for the other end you assume the man has gone to sleep, so you bid your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going to sleep.

——————————————————————————

The Next Morning~

You wake up in the morning with a sticky taped your head- it reads

“Hey girl, we all left as soon as Harry arrived, don’t worry we called ubers just in case. Had fun last night, also about that little secret, it’s safe with us little miss doctor, Love you and can’t wait to do this again!”

You laugh, throwing the sticky note on your bedside table, sitting up straight only to be hit with a ton of bricks to your mental. Memories from the night before come flooding back as well as the mention of Harry being in your house, recalled from the sticky note. Getting up, warily, you make your way to the shower and get ready for the day, you put on pajamas.

Hoping that you’d taken long enough in the bathroom for Harry to have left, you make your way downstairs, only to be met with a nervous smiling Harry eating pancakes and fruit at your table.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked with a worried look.

You look back at him embarrassed, but answer

“oh, i’m okay, just a little tired, and my head’s hurting, but i already took some medicine.”

“Do you, um- do you remember anything from last night?” He looks down at his plate.

You know with your own plate sitting across from him at the table.

“Uh yeah, all of it actually, in fact, this is so funny really, just as I was about to go to sleep some guy, i think, called me, but i never read his contact name so i had no clue who it was, plus the alcohol kind of distorted their voice so i couldn’t tell, anyways, I had a whole conversation with him.” You laugh as you recall the memory, giggling a little at end at yourself for being so silly as a drunk.

“What did you guys talk about?” Harry asked, his eyes now glued to the sink faucet.

“Oh nothing much, talked about karate and just spilled my deepest darkest secrets to him. Are you okay?” You look at him worried.

“Um, yeah. Why do you ask?” Him still not looking at you.

“Because you haven’t made eye contact with me since I walked in, and even then, it was only for a moment. What’s going on?” He looks up you and then back down at the floor, as if pondering what to say next.

“I love you too. I always have, honestly if I’m being completely transparent, I think that’s why I started dating your sister, I mean you guys are just so similar but so different in your own ways, but I just couldn’t learn to love the differences in her. And I know that sounds bad, but I cant ignore what i’ve been yearning to hear from you from the moment we met and not tell you how i’m feeling.” He takes a breath at the end.

You stare at him, trying to comprehend his words, trying to understand where he could have gotten this from, and the only thing that comes to mind is-

“It was you… you were on the phone last night. Weren’t you?” He nods. You stand up, almost knocking your chair over before backing up into a corner.

“y/n we can go somewhere, just us, a date. It doesn’t have to be weird love promise. I already talked to your sister, she under-“

You interrupt him-

“Harry i can’t do that to my sister. If you love me like you say you do, you know that i can’t and will not. I was fine with being in love with you in secret. And you told her? Why would you do that, you were both so happy. Always smiling. I can’t, please. Leave.” He starts shaking his head getting up to approach you.

“Harry leave before I lose it. I can’t do this right now, or ever. Please.” He opens and closes his mouth, defeated he leaves.

You fall to the ground, cupping your face to hold back your sobs from being heard from outside your door, where you sure Harry is waiting for you to let him back in. But you can’t-

you won’t.

~fin~

thoughts on a part 2, i enjoyed writing the angst hehe

#harry #styles #harry styles #imagine #imagines #fluff #angst #crush #sister’s boyfriend #family drama #psychology #fiction #fanfic #oneshots #funny #harry styles smut #books #novel #tpwk #fanfiction

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“Image-obsessed celebrity can’t be struggling behind the scenes because being ultra-famous and almost pathologically protective of your public image is famously a very mentally healthy experience with no psychological downsides” is just as much of a dogshit parasocial take as “famous straight conventionally attractive if sometimes cryptic celebrity is leaving secret puzzles to prove to me specifically that she’s gay”.

You don’t know these people. YOU DON’T KNOW THESE PEOPLE. You can just like or dislike the music and it will be ok. I will not send the art cops to your house. Go to a coffee shop and put a tenner in the busker’s guitar case if you’re that exercised about it.

Also, not for nothing, being wealthy can be helpful with mental illness, but pushy stage parents and legions of obsessive fans historically Are Not. We’ve somehow blown straight past “money can’t buy happiness but it can pay for rent and doctor’s appointments which sure fucking help” to “no rich person has had a real problem ever” and I regret to inform you that that second statement is what the original platitude is about. It is, tragically, possible to have rent and groceries and doctors bills and cute clothes paid for without a second’s thought and still have a bad time of it, because even rich people are human beings who come from families of human beings and have human friends and lovers and staff and coworkers and part of the human condition is that sometimes some of us suffer.

I get the impulse to be resentful of someone singing about having a hard time when the spare change from between her couch cushions would easily save your life. I’ve been through a period of my life where I tried not to obviously resent my friends for *having food*. It’s ok if you can’t listen to her for that reason and in fact I’d argue that you shouldn’t. It’s painful, and it’s not the kind of pain that produces anything worthwhile, just more resentment. But “she’s making up alcoholism for clout” is such a deeply stupid way to phrase that. You don’t know her. What if she isn’t? What if she IS? Making up personas is literally part of her brand. Do you need a hug? Sincerely. I think a hug would maybe be more productive here. I’m sorry things are hard. It’s not fair. You’re right. It isn’t.

I just think one slightly overexposed pop singer is maybe not the main reason it’s hard.

#I’m probably not making any sense #but the utterly unhinged fanfic that just crossed my dash while masquerading as cultural analysis made me see red #I don’t even particularly care about tswift #I own 3 of her albums and don’t keep up with new releases #she’s done several things i deeply disliked #but i don’t think she’s a bad person #just young and out of touch #but the idea that having nice things is the same thing as being mentally or even physically healthy is rancid #it’s the cornerstone of the self-care bilking machine #and a way of making you miserable without giving you any tools to actually make your life better #HUMAN. CONNECTION. IS. HEALTHY. MONEY. IS. NOT. #that’s an oversimplification #rent obviously is healthy #abusive family isn’t #but your guiding principle needs to be forging strong healthy connections #not accumulating so much stuff that god can’t touch you

[kinnporsche]

okay, because there are so many talented writers in this fandom, i decided to make a little rec list of the incredible fics (all by different authors) that i’ve read recently—likely to be the first list of many! all of the fics in this list are completed (though if it’s a series it may not be yet) but the next list i put out will most likely be wips to help spread the love around! the list order is according to length, from longest to shortest! make sure you read the tags, and check out all these authors further because they’re all so amazing! [part 1/?]

— blue blood by ahdriking – explicit / 121.6k words

In the dark, low places of the underworld is a club called Sang Bleu, a place where the depraved and the debauched can enjoy themselves with reckless abandon, and enjoy the brutal fights that take place in the infamous pit. Kinn finds himself amongst them, invited by the owner to celebrate a newly formed alliance. He doesn’t expect to be entertained by the mindless violence and spectacle, until the next match is announced; a fight to the death, in his honor.

And then he appears; the Phoenix, a man with golden skin and dark eyes and a saunter in his step that makes Kinn’s blood hot. He doesn’t stand a chance, not against an opponent twice his size, but the arrogant jut of his chin says he believes otherwise. For the first time in a long time, Kinn feels intrigued. Against his better judgement, he places a bet.

— but you’re everywhere (yes you are) by fortunehasgivenup – explicit / 92.4k words

What if Porsche, upon remembering the kiss on the pier, went to Kinn and said that he remembered? What if there was no diamond auction? What if they’d had a different start? Would it make them any softer?

(No.)

— paperwork promises by surrealsunday – explicit / 80.5k words

Filing paperwork and tending to the needs of rich, stuffy executives was never Porsche’s dream career, but a job is a job. That job is made a lot less easy—but maybe a bit more interesting—when the boss he’s been avoiding since that very first day in the elevator, gets a lapful of coffee and an eyeful of Porsche. Just when Porsche was getting used to the monotony of the every day…

— the king’s tree by luckydragon – explicit / 78.5k words

Kinn was seven when he woke up one morning to discover a small silver circle on the back of his left wrist.

— between the sheets by daswarschonkaputt – explicit / 70.5k words

“And who’s that?”

“Oh. That’s Porsche. He’s Khun Kinn’s live-in boytoy. He’s harmless, mostly. Just a pretty face.”

(A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.)

— crimson clover by daltoneering – explicit / 52.4k words

Kinn falls silent, holding his gaze for a long, uninterrupted moment. Sizing him up. Porsche meets his stare defiantly, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin. He won’t let Kinn know how much he is internally quaking about what he’s agreeing to do, or how much it aches to think that he doesn’t even know when he’ll see Chay again. He’s doing this for Chay. He’s doing this to save him. (Or: Porsche reluctantly agrees to help the mafia out on a quick job at a diamond auction, because he’s desperate and probably also insane. As it turns out, he’s signed up for a lot more than he bargained for.)

— i’m the one for your fire ‘series by kurtstiel – explicit / 48.4k words

This series is canon compliant with the exception of Kinn and Porsche being in an established Dom/sub relationship. All parts can be read as a stand-alone.

— for you (i’d burn the world to the ground) by cuteandtwisted – mature / 41.8k words

Porsche is Kinn’s most vicious bodyguard. Feared by most and respected by all, he flinches at nothing and fears no one. (And if he feels his knees give out whenever Kinn enters the room, then nobody has to know.)

(Or: AU where Porsche grew up at the compound after his parents died serving the main family and spent his childhood/teenage years annoying his way into Kinn’s thoughts (and heart), before an ‘incident’ turned him into Kinn’s most lethal weapon.)

— you picked a dance with the devil, you lucked out by aby01 – explicit / 34k words

Feral alphas are devastatingly violent, brutally vicious and absolutely loyal. To have one under your control means great power. Kinn has been looking for his own for years now. He just didn’t think he’d find it in a mouthy beta that tricks him out of his favorite watch.

— la fortissimo ‘series by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 23.1k words

Moments during episodes 2-5 when Kinn and Porsche could have (should have?) hooked up, if Kinn was just a little meaner about it.

— nfwmb by vesna (mrsronweasley) – mature / 18.8k words

There’s a rushing in Kinn’s ears, a noise he can’t shake. It almost makes him miss the next thing Arm tells him. “He was supposed to check in, as per protocol, but—”

“But what,” Kinn snaps. A headache is building behind one of his eyes.

Arm’s eyes are wide right before he lowers them and says, “He hasn’t been heard from in two and a half hours.”

(Or: Porsche is kidnapped. Kinn goes through it.)

— show me yours, i’ll show you mine ‘series by sirvaria – explicit / 15.8k words

Kinn and Porsche having fun in and outside of bed.

— heartlines ‘series by oliviacirce – explicit / 5.8k words

Kinn and Porsche communicate through sex. (Or: connected PWPs set during the one month time skip in episode 14.)

— stuck when you get sweet by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.2k words

There’s a hunger nipping at his heels that begs him to cling to Kinn, to climb under the other man’s skin and make a home for himself there; no matter what he does, the feeling has never gone away since he met Kinn.

(Or: Kinn takes Porsche home to continue what they started.)

— your teeth round my organs by androktasia – explicit / 3.1k words

“Aren’t you meant to finger me?” Porsche asks, breathless, as Kinn smears lube around the rim of his hole. Kinn looks up, pausing his movements, and Porsche shifts slightly, almost unconsciously, as though trying to get him inside.

“Where did you hear that?” Kinn asks.  

“I watched some porn,” Porsche says, and Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. He remembers the kind of porn Porsche likes—shrieking women lying back and taking it from coarse, grunting men. “Gay porn,” Porsche clarifies after a moment.

#kinnporschesource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

[piebingo]

I wonder if people finding out about Sara and August will parallel, in a certain way, people finding out about Felice and Wille (aka the classic girls should be virgins and boys are acclaimed for their high body count).

When people found out Felice had "slept" with Wille (because that’s pretty much what the gossip turned into), Felice was labeled as this girl who just wants to get further up the hierarchy. She’s making her way up by sleeping with August and then the Crown Prince, and she’s basically shamed for being a slut. Felice was ostracized a bit (not completely, she’s still Felice after all, the queen bee of Hillerska) by her peers for having bagged those two boys.

Wille on the other end is celebrated for sleeping with Felice. It is, in part, a celebration of his heteronormativity (thank god the gay adventure he had with Simon is over, he finally found his way back to a good girl) but another part is that he was caught with Felice. It was established in the first episode that Felice is the girl to have. She’s modern nobility, the perfect girl to marry.

So, there’s some misogyny at play here: Felice is slut shamed for sleeping with both August and Wille, while Wille is acclaimed for sleeping with her.

When people learn that Sara was sleeping with August, she was also shamed for being with her best friend’s ex. Of course, many (but not all) people will think that it’s just not cool and sure, it isn’t especially when August is August. That being said, we saw all the girls of Manor House (not just Stella and Frederika) there to gossip and point fingers at Sara, shamming her for being with August. Do I think it’s cool to sleep with your friend’s ex? Not really, or at least not if your bff isn’t okay with it. Do I think random schoolmate getting their nose into it is cool? No, especially when they’re not your friends. And we know that Sara has never been one of them, they won’t hesitate to rip into her now that she isn’t in Felice’s favours.

We haven’t seen a reaction to August sleeping with Sara yet and I don’t know if words have reached everyone else yet when the jubilee takes place. The only students we saw interact with August are Vincent and Nils, and they didn’t seem to either be aware or care about it. If we look at the patterns of how the students act around another, how they react to those type of things, I’m expecting August to have it much easier than Sara will. After all, for him it could be a joke (how many times have the jock played with the people at the bottom of the school’s hierarchy? Many times is the answer, especially in media). Furthermore, August has already done something like that and we haven’t seen him be shamed by his peers (maybe he was and it just wasn’t a pov we saw but I don’t think so). Felice broke up with him on insta and made it public knowledge that he had kissed her bff behind her back. Yet, did he have any social consequences for going for his girlfriend’s best friend? Of course not, other than maybe a bruised ego from being dumped like that. But still, we haven’t seen any rumours about it. Maybe there have been some but clearly they are not as important as they would have been if their genders were reversed.

I’m also wondering how that will affect Simon in all of that. It’s funny to joke about Linda’s good genes for both her kids to make royalty fall in love with them but if you look at it from those rich snobby students’ point of view… they will probably think that Simon and Sara are just trying to make their way in another social and economical class. And that will probably hurt Simon a lot when it comes a from the other students and how they act around him. I don’t think Sara getting with August because of his status is that bad (I’m neutral about someone doing that, I’d say) especially considering he was with her for his own selfish reasons too (how she wronged her loved ones by being with August of all people is bad tho, knowing what he did). I’m sure the other students won’t think the same, which is hypocritical considering that most girls probably want the same with Wille. And, it’s simply not the case with Simon. Wille’s status was something that set them back, it isn’t something Simon wants for himself.

This got away from me but all in all, and unless Sara calling the police on August has immediate consequences for him, I’m looking forward to seeing if they will be treated in the same fashion as Felice and Wille, and how it will affect Simon too.

#idk what I’m saying this is rambles #yr analysis #young royals analysis #young royals #wilhelm young royals #simon young royals #sargust #sara young royals #felice young royals #august young royals #queue

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

“I’d still argue that at the end of the day, a mother making time to live a life outside her children is to their benefit as well. Self-sacrifice is necessary to be a parent, but martyrdom is not. We all know people who grew up with a mum who wouldn’t allow herself to have fun, who never had hobbies, or friendships, or seemed to do much outside the house besides work. By making your connections external to your family another one of your priorities, you are modeling the importance of community, social networks, and self identity. You are also showing your daughters that they have many choices available for how to live their life, whether they one day become a parent or not.”

If I'm being honest, being a mother was not something I put at the top of my bucket list in my twenties. While I still don't regretting child-free at 38, it’s not easy to witness almost all of your peers start a family. Even when you're happy that they’re happy — and I am — there is a bittersweetness to it, because you know that you will be seeing them less and less, or not at all.

There is a lot of debate on TikTok right about who is at fault when friendship fades as one person becomes a parent and the other doesn’t. One user, @__barbarah, went viral after Julia Fox responded to one of her videos in which she says: “I've seen a lot of women post: ‘You want to know who your real friends are? Have a baby’," she says. “I'm not a mother, but I don't know what it looks like on the other side. But I am a friend – and you guys change after having a baby. You make us feel like we're no longer relatable… so it's not just one-sided.”

Julia Fox responded by saying it's not their friends that are no longer relatable, but the woman who's just had the baby – because she’s completely overwhelmed caring for her son. And she’s a rich celebrity.

If we can step back and look at it somewhat objectively, it seems like both parties kind of want the same thing: community. They just see the issue completely differently. Mothers want support. Childless people want to remain included in their friend’s lives.

But who is the onus on to maintain the ties that would fulfill everybody’s wants?

Obviously, I have my biases, but before getting to them, I genuinely think that when friends have kids, a period of relaxed standards of reciprocity is necessary; compromise and patience are key. I know how overwhelming it is to keep myself alive, so adding another life to the mix must feel at times like drowning on dry land. It is a childless friend’s duty, in my opinion, to show up and help out, to shoulder the responsibility of making plans that can accommodate the needs of a new parent, and to not take it personally if you don’t hear from them as much for a while.

The issue arises when that grace period ends, because many parents think it never should. It is common to hear parents say, “My kid is my first priority” as a reason for why they no longer reach out, ask questions about their friend’s lives, or take a couple hours off by hiring a babysitter to go to birthdays or big events that don’t center around children. Well, if we were in a monster movie running from a giant insect or something, that would be relevant. Pick up your baby and leave me behind! However, we live in the real world, where caring about someone more than anyone else should not preclude you from taking an interest in the other people who have loved you and supported you throughout your life. Sending a friend a “how are you” text every few months will not take food out of your kid’s mouth.

Since I’ve seen so many of my friends go through this withdrawal from society, I realise some of it is inevitable and even the most well-intentioned person may not have the energy for anything except getting through the day once they have a baby.

You know, fair enough. We can only do what we can do. I’d still argue that at the end of the day, a mother making time to live a life outside her children is to their benefit as well. Self-sacrifice is necessary to be a parent, but martyrdom is not. We all know people who grew up with a mum who wouldn’t allow herself to have fun, who never had hobbies, or friendships, or seemed to do much outside the house besides work. By making your connections external to your family another one of your priorities, you are modeling the importance of community, social networks, and self identity. You are also showing your daughters that they have many choices available for how to live their life, whether they one day become a parent or not.

I know there can be a lot of resentment from mums who feel overworked and underappreciated towards their friends they see out at the club on Insta Stories. To those of you who are boiling over, remember that not everyone who doesn’t have a kid doesn’t want one. Assuming a childless woman is shallow, immature, or doesn’t understand real adulthood is an insult in so many ways, but especially because it may not even be up to her.

In my experience, mums seem to think I’m in a state of arrested development and they’ve moved up to a form of life I’ll never understand. What they don’t get is that I’m also living a life they can’t understand, one that requires walking a far less well-worn road and doing it on my own. I’d be happy to tell them about it if they’d remember to ask. But if I have to have a baby to be seen and regarded as a worthwhile person to spend time with again, that seems very unfair to the baby.

As a childless person, I will always advocate for things that will improve the material life of parents – affordable childcare, better maternity and paternity leave, funding for schools and community centres – because it does matter to me that children are raised to thrive even if I never have one of my own.

I also want my gals pals to have that support so we can get a coffee once in a while. Still, if a friend with a kid doesn’t occasionally extend the invitation my way, I’d rather get coffee on my own. Relationships, like a plant, require tending. Even the most low effort, undemanding cactus of a friendship needs a little water, or it dies.

#I like this piece #it’s an interesting perspective #and radblr doesn’t talk enough about motherhood