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petewentzisblack1312 · 4 years ago

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Hearing you analyze novocaine would be great honestly it's such a great song and you have excellent opinions

i actually started answering this question but i had an epiphany halfway through and i needed to restart. btw thank u for the complement <3

novocaine is a song about blackness, but specifically about being black and not feeling entitled to that blackness. the first verse declares anger as a black person about the society we live in, recognizing the govmt doesnt have their best interest at heart. (this is a black– black ski mask song/so put all of your anger on/in the truly gruesome do we trust). this theme continues, characterizing the persona as the worst nightmare of the establishment, which could specifically be about the fact that they know they arent getting what theyre owed.

however, the prechorus and chorus are most interesting to me when read as being said by the persona to themself. "if you knew what the bluebird sang at you/you would never sing along/cast them out cuz this is our culture/these new flocks are nothing but vultures" wherein the bluebirds/vultures are the cultural hegemony. 'if you knew how they really thought of you, youd never want to fit in with them. stay way, because they just want to pick you clean.' moving on to the chorus, "they took our love and they filled it up/filled it up with novocaine and now im just numb" they could be the "bluebirds" previously mentioned, and that love in question is a love for themself as a black person.

i think "you" in this song is a version of the persona that tries to hide from their blackness, with the line in verse one "i will always land on you like a sucker punch" referring to the fact that the persona (who is black, or who is their blackness) will always be there to rudely awaken the other half to the fact that they cannot just ignore it. further, the second half of the chorus goes on to say "dont mind me, im just a son of a gun" ie, their blackness is causing the more ashamed half problems, "so dont stop til your heart goes numb/i dont feel a thing for you" pointing to a resentment for the half of the persona that wants to reject their blackness.

moving on to the second verse, its from the perspective of the proudly black version of the persona. "im just a problem that doesnt wanna be solved/so would you please hold your applause" basically saying they arent going to stop being black, so hold your breath. this you could be the ashamed half, or it could be referring to the culture writ large. "take this sideshow and all its freaks/and turn it into a silverscreen dream" this line refers to making themself palatable, likely so they can deliver this message of "im black on purpose". from a more metatextual standpoint, a lot of petes insistence on becoming famous was because he wanted to have a platform to say important things. i think he always thought of influence and social capital as a vehicle for change. he wasnt wrong.

anyway, getting into the lines that Hurt, the bridge. this is from first person perspective, meaning its the part of the persona thats black on purpose, and it goes "some day the valleys gonna swallow me whole" where "the valley" here refers to california and can be read as shorthand for whiteness, fame and the cultural hegemony. "i feel like a photo thats been overexposed" to remind you, when a picture is overexposed, the whole image looks lighter. severe overexposure may make the picture look completely white. the repeated "hijack the hype" is basically a plea from the persona to use the spotlight theyve gained to say something important.

so. this song gives me Feelings.

consider buying me a ko-fi?

#dils declares #dils dissects #i had like a thats so raven vision halfway through like OH WHAT IF HES TALKING TO HIMSELF #and i just.#Wrow.#novocaine #ab/ap

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 4 years ago

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plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off. the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #ned leeds #may parker #aunt may #the avengers #mcu #michelle jones #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker #avengers

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hellsprite · 4 years ago

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hi, I’ve had some wine, it’s 2am and I’m rewatching Phil’s Moving Out - Keep it or Yeet It video. Is this my favorite Phil video ever? Maybe! I laughed throughout this vid in a real way - not just like a hehe funnie :p but real, serious laughter. Here’s some notes.

WE’re MOVING

Phil ‘discovering’ the basket of seemingly random but perfect for a video items is so dumb but at least he’s like “I knew it was there!!!!!!” love this growth

Like a shameful………… lover

god i love phil

Vibrating Sloth, Put It On Your Back Like A Sloth Friend

Naked Man Apron — countdown to Phil saying 9-pack oh he said it

Koala souvenir pic, historic!

Spon Break

Okay we’re back, what’s next? OH. It’s THESE. It’s….. Like……. A Million….. photo booth photos……………………………………………. of me and Dan :)

Okay so this part where Phil acknowledges Dan’s sexiness is so cathartic like… YEAH!!! We know! You Know! Phil, you really know. And a line was crossed and we’re here now. Phil casually and jokingly mentioning that his bf is hot is something we have not seen outside of dailybooths and formsprings so uhhh yeah, I guess you could say I’m pretty happy.

god phil is also hot, btw

mad at these pajamas very mad, ew

Phil and Katya interact tiny hands challenge — i’m manifesting

Mysterious Hard Drive - Love this, can’t wait to see more

2 videos 1 picture

Okay

He’s concerned

OKAY

Okay listen, Phil really seems confused about what this video is, even after he sees Dan in the mirror, his face is still like scrunchy and puzzled but he also keeps filming and keeps talking like he absolutely knows there is nothing shady happening, because please. But I think he’s also like ‘but where am I if Dan’s there?’

And then he sees himself and he figures it out and hey, remember how Phil is really not a good actor? This ain’t acting. But it is very cute, A+ narrating and mystery solving.

I laughed so hard at that fucking styrofoam chair because i KNOW this is something they have mentioned in passing but like it’s not something that I think about on the regular so I can’t tell you when or where I heard them talk about it but anyway. When I saw it I was like, “OH THAT CHAIR HAAHAHAHA” like I was in on the joke. Love this.

omfg

person juice

FUCK that’s so god damn funny and dark person juice are you kiddin me

p.s. did I just google the word juice to make sure i was spelling it correctly because i looked at it too long? yes!

Chopsticks from the CHOPstick Challenge, another favorite video of mine.

Fan Edition CAH: oh we’re starting out with a gaping something ;). Pete Wentz and Harry Styles. Meaty Legs. The End!

I am dying over that crystal looking exactly like a lil chicken breast. I never noticed in videos and never read comments so this was news to me and the reports were TRUE AND WELL-RESEARCHED.

Okay. First of all, I need to know how old Phil was when he bought this gelly foot bath for his own MOTHER. Because I think it was probably only a year ago. Second of all, Queen Kath was like ‘...uhhhhhhhhh yeah no, thanks though’ which is absolutely correct.

I am laughing so hard at this foot bath, how silly!

Remember going on holiday????

Dan and Phil play suck and blow

Dan acting like there’s anyone else on earth in normal times, let alone during a pandemic.

“If you’re using the spa with a friend, why not ask them to pamper…..” Dan’s not having it, and I get that

Pause for maybe the only real ASMR moment Phil or Dan has ever inserted into their videos - not my thing particularly, but I appreciate the focus on the squishy sounds without the added and overdone harsh whisper mocking ASMR — hi, I’m hellsprite and I’m here to talk to you today about the dangers of ridiculing healthy and harmless coping mechanisms. In this essay I will —

Phil is having so much fun

Dan saying this is the most upsetting thing he has done or seen this year is a lie because he did see Phil in those fake beards and I for one have not forgiven that.

Blurred feet, unblurred feet — blurred feet sexier hehehehehe

Phil found his groove, and also just figured out what toenail clipper looks like????? WAIT

Does Phil not automatically know what a toenail clipper looks like? WHY Would he say, “I thought it was a hair clipper tee hee *giggle*” WHATTTT I am very confused by this. I could blindfold myself, touch a pair of shears in one hand an a toenail clipper in the other and know exactly which was which without hesitation. I’m mad again.

“WHY DID YOU BUY IT!!!!” — Dan, asking the real questions. Kath co-signs.

Okay we’re going around the apartment now and keeping or yeeting……… plants, basically.

Oh wait it’s not just plants, I’m so cynical!!! Bye & Sign! Bye red puzzle (?) mirror! Bye Hulk! Bye Iron Man!

Their peace lily does look glossy and perky and lovely.

Bye yoga ball!

Bye Entire Room of Boxes??? Do you know how much money I would pay to see inside of those boxes??????????????????? Like 10 bucks max!!! ugh

Quick reminder in the outro that Phil is very cute!!

#phan #i loved this video i laughed and laughed

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ducktbm · 4 years ago

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HEY tell me more abt ur spider x man AU i would like to hear abt it

OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGG

YOUVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD

X SPIDER AU

WOOG

Here’s the set up

My man can walk on walls & has super-mega anxiety

He should be able to shoot webs from his wrists. As a treat even if he can’t canonically

And so MAYBE

-I still think webshooters are cool as hell and really useful In the way he can give it to other people and they can use it to free themselves if he’s saving various people at once-

So let’s just say The web he can get out of his wrists is kind of dog shit at first

It’s just like. Normal thin spiderweb and it sucks ass these are bitchboy webs

He makes his normal web shooters and has those n everything is cool

But obviously since I’m putting this within the X-Men universe mutants are common

Peter is a dumbass but he’s in no way an idiot he knows if he gets figured out he’s gonna have way more issues than Flash Thompson after gym class-

I’m suck at explaining shit but to get to the X-Men part :bangbang:

Peter opens up to Aunt May about being a mutant. Or well “becoming” a mutant.

She’s stricken with grief but still loves him and will most definitely still love & protect him with her life

After a week of being physically ill with anxiety (the normal human kind) he comes home from school. And with his Aunt May in the kitchen. Is a bald old dude in a wheel chair, and a less bald but slightly older & way more intimidating dude.

The bald dude offers him tea and the moment the teacup lifts off the table only half an inch the Spidey sense goes off & he BOLTS he doesn’t understand what’s going on, he’s confused, and feels slightly betrayed

He spends the night at Harry’s. Harry doesn’t ask why Peter is so upset, he knows when something is to sensitive to talk about

The next morning Harry lends him clothes & they go to school together

Peter durring homeroom is called to the office

MJ & Harry are GLUED to his side

When they walk into the principals office & see his aunt and the same men from last night he is visually panicked.

The men suggest his friends leave but he’s half convinced he’s about to be sent away so he says they can stay.

They both hold his hands tight

Nothing could prepare him for the next few minuets

The bald man says “very well, if you’re sure” and with a “i am” from Peter he introduces himself

“I am Charles Xavier and this is my friend Erik Lehnsherr.” All three teens are very alarmed bcuz E. Erik L. . Isn’t t. I. IS THAT FUCKING MAGNEATO ? STANDING IN OUR PRINCIPALS OFFICE PETER WTF DID YOU DO?

👀

Xavier explains that a few days ago his Aunt May, knowing about the Xavier Institute reached out for help. And he is very sorry to have frightened you the other night but this is us formally inviting you in enrollment to Xaviers Institute For Gifted Youngsters, a school for mutants

MJ: it’s a mutant school

Xavier: That Is correct.

Harry: ..Peter?

MJ: Peter?

Peter: .........Funny Story actually ! aha um well you see BOLTS AGAIN

buT

Erik tells Xavier theres no way this kid is gonna talk to us like this, we need him to come to us

Xavier is like. Very well

And politely asks Harry & MJ to talk to him for them, and that it’s very important they tell no one.

But this really is Peter’s best interest

They give their pitch to the two to repeat to Peter

They MJ end up finding him following GPS chip in his phone she totally didn’t put there bc she cares for her best friends safety but also already thought he was Spider-Man anyway

Peter confesses to being a mutant, and Spider-Man

It takes Harry a moment to digest but MJ FUCKIN KNEW IT SHE KNEW. SHES BEEN KNEW FOR MOTHS YOURE NOT SLICK PARKER

They t (btw Yea this is Harry/Peter/MJ what about it)

They both comfort him & tell him about the Xavier institute

Yeah. Hell have to move there but he can still attend Midtown if he wants

But if not there’s always Bayville!

Harry says if Peter wants to go to Bayville Harry will immediately Transfer himself & MJ there bc theres no way there leaving him alone

(Peter is also trans)

It takes a bit but Pete eventually says ok, he knows it’s in his best interest, it’s the best idea, and the most beneficial to him.

He moves to the institute !

He ends up going to Bayville bc. Omg. Freedom from Flash Thompson

Harry & MJ. Transfer

Peter is immediately introduced to Beast AKA Dr Hank McCoy and they’re best friends so quick.

Hank uses Peter web shooter design to make an organic one that takes his shit ass webs & quickly winds and spins them up so when they leave the shooter it’s a thick rope akin to his fake webbing

It takes him a rlly long time to be able to produce webs fast enough to use it but he eventually does!

Peter not knowing literally any of their powers bc he refused to look into mutant stuff bc he didn’t wanna be on an FBI watchlist seeing Rouge KO a student durring training: DID MRS ROUGE JUST FUCKING MURDER THEM? GUYS. GUYS. STOP THE SIMULATION?

Peter: wow Dr McCoy you must’ve been really cool in highschool

Hank: Aha I wish *shows him photos of him in highschool

Peter: hey Mr McCoy these are cool but where are you

Hank: ? I’m right there?

Peter: .

Hank: I wasn’t always blue Mr Parker

Peter:

Since Harry & MJ are In The Know (decided actually no one knows Xavier’s is a mutant place yet)

They’re allowed to come over to da mansion & just get to witness all the weird shit that goes on there

MJ has fun being Ref durring Mute Ball !

Harry just cheerleads n supports them

So Peter goes to Bayville (Harry & Mj transfer bc Yea)

The younger mutants like Pixie, Laura, Armor, Cypher, Roberto, Wolfsbane, Dani, Magik, etc also attend, in this timeline mutants are still relatively hidden but r on da brink. The Second Genesis team is around as instructors

#ask #1queer galaxy1 #x spider #peter x mansion #spider x man #txt #AWOOGA AWOOGA

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tvoom · 5 years ago

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ARE YOU BORED?

As some of you might have noticed, I haven’t been on Tumblr much, lately. The reason is “simply” that my time has been a bit limited (blah blah blah ... work in an “essential” job ... blah blah blah ... family ... blah blah blah ... etc ... blah blah blah). Not much time for photography. Will there be (new) photos soon? You bet. No worries ;)

To not go insane in this ... let’s call it ... “challenging” Covid-19 time, I started a project that I can do with minimum time investment in my “home office”. Some of you know that - other than photography - I love story-telling.

So I started to read a book. A book I wanted to read for a VERY long time (”What is a book, Pete?”, some of you ask. Bear with me, you will like the concept. It’s a thing with stories in it.). I started to read...

“The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz”

And I thought: “Why not let you all take part in this?” A lot of people need distraction during the lockdowns. So I put up a camera and started to record while reading a chapter a day. Today is day 14 of my project, and today I uploaded a reading of chapter 14 of this lovely book (Remember “books”? The things with stories in it...)

Also: Today I decided that this project will continue as soon as I finished this book. I have already a couple of ideas. And a couple of books to read. You can find all the videos of my readings of “The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz” that I posted so far, and you WILL find all future readings on my second YouTube channel, found here. Check it out and give it a follow if are interested. It would mean the world.

Let me know what you think of this (YouTube disabled the comments on my “Wizard readings” btw bc I had to label them “made for kids” due to the YouTube policies. And “made for kids” videos are not allowed to have comments. So... let me know here on Tumblr ;)

There will be playlists for each book (the playlist of “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”: here, updated every day with a new chapter). I don’t know (yet) which other videos will be on this channel (other than readings, of course), but I promise frequent uploads.

Cheers, big ears! Take care. Wash your hands. And stay safe New photos, soon ;) Also, some new photography videos...

#The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz #reading #podcast #audiobook #covid-19 #artists on tumblr

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lokidokie16 · 7 years ago

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Love on the Battlefield

Warning: slight Black Panther spoilers, mention of nudity? FLUFF!!!

A/N: so this is a Dad!Clint x reader as well as Peter x reader. I’m not completely sure about this one so let me know what you think! (Btw, Shuri is my fav badass Princess :))

You sat on your bed scrolling slowly through your phone, your music droning on in the background. Your start when a loud knock echoes through your room. Your visitor doesn’t wait for you to answer and stroll into the room and flopping some onto the bed.

“Oh my god Dad I could have been naked, you should wait for an invitation” you say boredly.

“If you were naked I would ground you. Your my little girl/boy, your not allowed to walk around with nothing on with anyone around”

“Ugh, why do you have to turn everything into a lecture. Seriously”

“You love it” he laughs and kisses you on top of your head. A loud ring suddenly comes from your computer and a photo of your best friend appears on the screen. I jump up and answer the Skype call.

“Heyyy Girl!”

“Heyyy! Mr Barton WHAT ARE THOSE!” Both of you burst out laughing and your dad just rolls his eyes and walks out.

“Behave your self Y/N” and he was gone.

“What’s Up Shuri?”

“Nothing. I was just bored and wanted to talk to my best friend”

“Awww.” You makes kissing faces to the screen and she laughs. “Brother is coming to your compound in a few weeks and I’m attempting to blackmail him into letting me come. Is been ages since we saw each other in person”

“I know I’m having Shuri withdraws!”you giggle.

“How are you going to blackmail T’Challa?” She grins and wordlessly pulls up a video on her tablet and shows you. It’s a video of T’Challa kicking his new suit, then when he hits it a second time he literally flies across the Shuri’s lab. You burst out laughing, tears escaping your eyes.

“Oh my god that is the best thing I’ve ever seen”

“ I know, I threatened to ‘accidentally’ post it on facebook” Both of you laugh again but were interrupted by my door opening again. “Dad. What did I say abou- Oh hey Peter, what’s up?“

“O-oh hey. Um Tony wants you to come out with us. He said it’s a team bonding exercise” He stands there awkwardly and I blush slightly, quickly turning back to my computer.

“Sorry Shuri, I’ve got to go. Talk soon love ya”

“See you Y/N love ya too” And with that I shit my computer picked up my phone and followed Peter out the door.

Happy slowed the car down and we all collectively looked out he darkened windows.

“What the hell is this Tony?” I ask the smirking billionaire.

“Team bonding.” I give him a playful glare and look back out to the building. It was completely boring, no windows, one door. There would be absolutely no light inside at all. We all cautiously open the limos doors and slide out. Peter hold his hand out for me which I take shyly.

“Thank you” I blush.

“S’okay” i swear I could see a blush in his face as well but it could have just been the light. Tony comes around from the back of the car, the boot closing automatically. He had a unusually large bag handing form his shoulder before he dropped it into the grass.

“Go on open it Y/N”. You suspiciously crouch near the bag and slowly open the zipper. Your squeal of excitement makes some of the others jump in alarm.

“Lazer tag! This is so cool Tony!”

“I know, I’m awesome”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Stark” Natasha smirks as Tony sends her a dirty look.

“Okay pick your teams! I’m making Y/N and Peter team captains” I grin and take a stand in front of the avengers, Peter at my side. “Y/N first” I grin at Tony and scan the group sceptically.

“Uhmm. I’m gonna have..... Buck” Bucky smiles and winks at you taking a stand slightly behind you. Your dad has a fake hurt expression on his face and you stick your tongue out at him.

“I’ve got to get the best one first” He just sticks his tongue out back at you. Peter chooses his first member to be Tony of course. The rest of your team consisted of Natasha, Wanda and Rhodey. Pete’s team was Tony, Clint, Cap and Sam. My team grabbed our guns and walked into the pitch black building first. We all stop and let our eyes adjust and slowly we all disperse, positioning ourselves into corners and on top or underneath old furniture. Then Peters team walked in and spread out as well. Then a hologram Tony must have put in before hand started counting down.

5..

4.. you shifted your position a tiny bit

3..

2.. you placed your gun on your shoulder

1..

the hologram turned into a green light and disappeared. Nothing moved. Suddenly I heard a yelp and could just make up the figure of my dad slamming into Natasha, her gun immediately going off and the red lazer shooting into his chest. FRIDAY’s voice echoed through the building “Clint Barton is out” You see his murky figure walk out of the building. With the sliver of light that escaped into the room as your dad opened the door you saw Sam crouching next to the door. With a grin your silently crawl forward, the ‘sneakers’ Shuri sent you making your untraceable to the others. You were standing right next to Sam, gun inches from his chest, when you whispered his name quietly. He jumps turning to you shocked and then you pull the trigger and FRIDAY speaks again “Sam Wilson is out” Sam gives you the finger and walks out to join your dad. And the game continues.

The game lasted a whole 2 hours, everyone taking extra care after the fist two out’s. You, Peter and Bucky where the last ones left. You were confident you were going to win because Bucky could see better then he both of you and he was extremely quiet, being the amazing assassin he washout were currently stalking around the outside of the room, searching in corners top and bottom, knowing Peter could possibly be sticking to the roof. You hear a slight rustle behind you, but before you can shoot you are turned around and pushed into a wall. You gasp as someone’s lips press against yours gently. Then a green light flashes onto your chest and FRIDAY announces that your out. In the reflection of the light you see Peters smiling face. I grin and reach out snatching his shirt, pulling him in closer. I press my lips to his again and he eagerly kisses back. I feel weightless and I feel Peter smile into the kiss, as he could obviously feel my smile on his lips. The room was quiet, romantic even, until the lights switch on and I hear a high pitched scream.

We jerk away from each other and stare like deers caught in headlights at the team standing there dumbstruck, your Dads mouth open slightly, and he was obviously the one with the girly scream. “Y/N! Parker! Omigawd I’m gonna faint” Natasha laughs and starts to clap, the rest of he team breaking out in smiles and clapping as well. “That’s my boy!” Tony calls out and Clint gives him a dirty look.

“Dad?” You ask quietly.

“It’s okay Y/N I’m happy for you” he kisses the crown of my head and turns to Peter.

“Hurt her/him and I will impale you to your school desk with my arrow” I chuckle and pick dad away playfully. “He’s joking.. I think” you say with a confused face. Peter looks at you horrified and you burst out laughing. “I’m joking, you’ll be fine” You lean in again and kiss him lightly.

“Whoa! I can tolerate you guys dating but no kissing in front of us!” You dad yells but Natasha punches him in the shoulder. “Let them be. Don’t ruin my ship” I grin and bury my head in my new boyfriends shoulder.

#avengers x reader #clint x reader #peter x reader #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #peter parker #clint barton #dad!clint x reader #shuri #shuri x reader

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ourlittleorganiclife · 7 years ago

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There’s no better way to get excited about your upcoming summer holiday than by going shopping for all your beach essentials. Even the most eco-conscious of us aren’t immune to this pleasure, but some of us – quite rightly – temper that excitement with our concern for the environment and the health of ourselves and our children. So here’s some greener and healthier ways to join in with the summer joy of planning for your beach holiday.

Sun Protection

Sun protection of one kind or another is so important, especially for children. Getting just 5 blistering sunburns can increase your risk of skin cancer by up to 80%. So make sure you have a variety of ways to protect your skin. Many drugstore sunscreens are full of parabens, oxybenzone and other chemicals linked to various types of hormone-disrupting cancers. But there’s no need to worry – there are plenty of options open to you. You can wear a beach cover up which covers the arms and chest well – and there are plenty of good second hand ones about, like this one which I’ve featured from the Oxfam online shop (click here to check out their full range of colours and options).

You should also invest in a good ocean-safe, reef-safe SPF sun cream each summer. Some people make their own suncreams with coconut oil and essential oils, and if that’s your thing, go for it, but be aware there’s always the risk that you end up making a basting oil for your skin rather than a sun protectant. While many oils and essential oils do have a natural SPF quality to them, there is no way you can guarantee that level of protection is still in the base ingredient product you’ve purchased without expensive testing. Instead, buy a non-nano, paraben-free, oxybenzone-free sun protection product which is as natural as possible. Suncreams like this new one from Weleda which I purchased at my local health food store last week are a great option.

If Weleda is difficult to find in your area, consider the Thinkbaby and Thinksport sunscreens which I tried out on two separate occasions earlier this summer when visiting friends and I had to borrow some sun protection. Thinksport do SPF 50 creams, but also a great SPF 30 face and body stick which is easy to apply to your face – kind of like a mini deodorant stick. It’s a clean range of products which is easy to find in Canada, the US and the UK, and it’s been designed for serious athletes – so it will definitely be able to withstand your beach holiday demands! Plan ahead and make sure you have enough for your trip – you don’t want to end up like I did on my trip to Italy, having to buy horrible overpriced chemical-filled sunscreen at the pharmacy (you don’t want to know how much sun protection costs in Europe).

For kids I also recommend getting UPF 50 sun protection suits for the beach. When paired with a good wide-brimmed hat, it means you don’t have to worry about when they spend a bit too long in the sunshine – as they inevitably will. I do buy these suits and shirts second hand for my daughter but do keep in mind that the sun protection factor in second hand suits might not be as high as it will be in a new suit.

Swimwear

You can get some great bathing suits and bikinis second hand like these ones at the Oxfam online shop (just give them a good boil wash after buying them). I’m a bit busty, however, so have never had luck finding second hand bikini tops that fit me. In fact, finding any gorgeous bikini tops that will fit over a D cup is actually quite difficult. I was gifted this beautiful black Boho Chic bikini from Hunkemoeller (I saw their gorgeous lingerie and swimwear boutiques all over Germany last month). It fits me so well – in fact this model ran a bit on the generous size, so I had return my first bikini top (thank you free returns!) and go a cup size smaller than my usual Panache bra cup size which looks amazing on me. It ties at the top and the back , so you don’t need to worry about whether the band will be too tight or too loose, and the metal U bar in the front, allows the front of the bra to open easily for topless sunbathing (or easy breastfeeding, if you’re still nursing your child). They also had a variety of styles of bikini bottoms, so I was able to find the right cut to suit my derrière. (That’s not me below, btw!)

After Sun

Don’t overthink this one. Buy some pure organic aloe gel (like this one from Amazon which comes in a handy 200ml size). Avoid those livid green and totally transparent Aloe-based concoctions you see at the supermarket and pharmacy – they have a lot of other stuff in them other than healing aloe. You can mix the aloe gel with a few drops of a good quality lavender essential oil (I use Young Living – see why here) to boost the skin soothing quality of the aloe. If you do get a bit too much sun, just rub in some of this into your skin and it will help cool you off and start to nourish your sun-damaged skin. Just keep reapplying as your skin sucks it in (and it will, depending on the severity of the burn).

Beach Bag

Don’t forget a beach bag to schlep around all your stuff. You don’t need to invest in something really expensive – if you’re travelling on your own or with your partner, a small canvas shopping tote will work. If you’re travelling with kids the best thing are those big tacky re-usable supermarket bags which are fantastic for this purpose because they’re waterproof and hold tons of stuff like flippers, goggles, snorkels, sand-encrusted swim shoes, gazillions of towels, etc.

But I know that if you’re going back and forth to the beach club, you might want something a bit more chic than a massive orange Sainsbury’s bag proudly branding it’s elephant design emblazoned on the side. I’ve decided to splurge and treat myself to this black & white one from Hunkemoller UK to match my new bikini. It reminded me of some of the gorgeous bags I’ve seen in Anthropologie. (I remember the days of disposable income. They’re long gone, but I do remember them!)

Sunglasses

For Pete’s sake, don’t forget a pair of sunglasses or you’ll be squinting in agony for the next two weeks. On my way back from Canada in June, I treated myself to a new pair of Oakley matte tortoiseshell Latch sunglasses. (Yeah, I’ve given myself a few treats lately – what’s up with that?) I had been planning to get the folding Ray Ban Wayfarers, but discovered that they come in a leather case, which kind of didn’t flow with the whole vegan vibe.

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Water Bottle

It’s pretty easy most places to access clean drinking water, so unless you’re travelling somewhere at particular risk for waterborne pathogens, just take your water bottle with you and for each member of your family so you can stay hydrated throughout the day. Even if you go to a resort, its great having your own reusable cup bottle with you, so you can have the bar staff refill it with water for you from their filtered water systems. I love my Yeti bottle because I can attach it to my bag with a carabiner – and yes, I bought it second hand.

It’s also a great idea to take a reusable coffee cup (like a Keep Cup) or an insulated wine tumbler (yes, there is such a thing) so you don’t have to use plastic cups for your wine or cocktails, and they’ll stay cooler for longer in the sun. (Amazon have a wide range of insulated wine tumblers at various price points, and Yeti do a cool one too).

Sun Hat

Sun hats are such a personal thing, I’m not even going to show you an example here. I have a great soft brushed cotton baseball cap I love from ethical clothing company Absolutely Bear which I wear for day trips and hiking all the time, but I probably won’t wear it on the beach on my trip to Spain, as I might want something which channels a bit more of a Sophia Loren vibe. But whatever suits your style.

One thing I will say is, just take a sun hat. Something foldable might be wise, so you can pack it in your luggage. I have a gorgeous Panama style hat which I love, but it isn’t the easiest to travel with because I have to wear it for the whole flight, or make sure it doesn’t get crunched up in the overhead luggage compartment.

Sun hats are such a great and easy way to keep the sun off your face without worrying about whether your SPF cream has worn off and panda eyes are developing. And as the (not so) proud wearer of many, many panda eyes in the past, may I say I have expert knowledge that it is worth avoiding. (No make up will really cover those puppies up.) Just wear the hat.

Reading Material

It’s really important to have enough reading material on your trip. On shorter trips I’ll usually just take a library book, but I also have started to enjoy borrowing my husband’s Kindle and I absolutely love Amazon Audible, so I can listen to audio books on my phone while on the plane and so I can keep an eye on my daughter on the beach. (Getting lost in a book isn’t really possible when you’re looking after children near the sea, lakes or the pool.) Here’s the link I used to get a free 90 day trial of Audible so you can see if it’s the kind of thing you would enjoy too – at the very least it will last you your holiday! They’re often read by the author or by someone with a delicious reading voice, like Mariella Frostrup. I recently listened to Swing Time by Zadie Smith and can highly recommend it.

And have a great holiday! For more tips, check out my posts on eco travel, how to pack light and travelling with kids. Have I forgotten anything? Let me know in the comments below.

Resources/References:

Sun Protection – https://www.nhs.uk/news/cancer/just-five-sunburns-increase-your-cancer-risk/, https://edition.cnn.com/2012/05/16/health/sunscreen-report/index.html

Photo Credit: Hunkemoeller bikini shot – from https://www.hunkemoller.co.uk/uk_en/47-boho-chic-bikini-bottoms-black-123295.html, Hunkemoeller beach bag shot – from https://www.hunkemoller.co.uk/uk_en/47-doutzen-beach-bag-black-134253.html

Beach holiday essentials for the green, eco-conscious traveller. There's no better way to get excited about your upcoming summer holiday than by going shopping for all your beach essentials.

#beach essentials #beach holiday #eco #eco travel #eco travel tips #green #green travel #holiday essentials #hunkemoller #second hand #thinkbaby #thinksport #thrifted #travel #travel tips

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leblonde · 7 years ago

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Satisfied with haiku, until I met you 2,4,7,9 (I really love that fic and all of your fics btw)

anon i ADORE you for asking about that fic

2. Which scene was your favorite to write?

the scene at the party where mark shows jack a hundred photos of chica and doesn’t actually expect jack to look at them (but he does). and all of the actual band scenes. i had a lot of fun writing it because it was essentially what i wish my college days had been like (i mean, the pining over boys was similar, but i was mostly doing that while wafting around welsh hillsides rather than joining bands).

4. If you could change anything, what would it be?

i’d actually write some of dan’s song lyrics rather than having the band play covers instead.

7. Who was your favorite character to write?

mark! mark is always my favourite to write which is really why he always pops up in my phanfics when they’ve really only interacted once that we know of. he seems such an endearing golden retriever of a person to me and i love that sort of over earnestness. (the other youtube love of my life, danny avidan, also pops up in that fic and i liked writing him too).

9. Which idea came to you first?

i watched singstreet (which is a very cute movie btw, you all should watch it) on a plane with a glass of wine and thought that would be a great phanfic but i was writing the second half of the art thief at the time and then just really badly wanted to write something happy for jack and mark, so that’s how it happened. i also stole some dialogue from a very old pete/patrick fic that i wrote and never posted.

#asks #nice people

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gwynversionone · 7 years ago

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Gwyn V1.0 (A story of De-transitioning) Pt. 1

CONTENT WARNING: Self harm, contemplation of suicide, de-transitioning, slight dysphoria talk.

So, this story has to start with my coming out of my shell yeah? That’s essentially how these go from what I’ve seen.At as young an age as I can remember I did all the generic stuff that you’d expect or have heard about eggs doing. I wore my mom’s high heels, she would paint my nails, I preferred to play outside with girls, I played with every one of my friend’s barbies (no way in hell my adopted father would have a boy that owned “girl’s toys”.) So as I grew up I was bullied a lot for being a defenseless crybaby, literally like all the tropes you can think of. As I grew into an awkward 13 year old who dyed their hair black and wore Tripp pants, I began painting my nails myself and wearing “guy-liner” (thank you Pete Wentz and Gerard Way.) My mom and her second husband just assumed it was because I was into emo music. This was my continued way of dress and I started experimenting with dying my hair more colors (at least the ones my Mom would let me get away with.)

At 16 years old I began dating a girl who was in a grade lower than me. We dated for the next year and a half and she ended up being one of only two people who I mentioned “feeling like a girl” to. She didn’t understand it, at 16 in 2007 I wouldn’t really expect her to. But one of the kickers was, she was 6 ft 2 and so was/am I. She would let me try on her clothes every once and a while which gave me further chances to explore myself and legit was the happiest I was during all of high school. Unfortunately our relationship had a fucking awful ending, like suuuuuuper bad. I made it out of the relationships with some of her clothes and like every other girl with some of their exes clothes, they became MY clothes.

So, come age 18 I have a car and can go where I want. I start spending more time outside of the house and have a social life. I start cruising craigslist trying to truly figure out who I was. I chatted with maybe 3 or 4 people from craigslist before enough shitty experience made me realize that wasn’t the avenue to explore but, by this time I knew I was trans and I knew I had to do something about it. I started trying to talk to my mom about these issues and her bizarre and horribly het-centered response was “Well what if you meet a girl you really love and she doesn’t want you to be a girl?” At the time I was floored, “Why would I ever start dating someone who didn’t accept me for who I am?!” However, this seemed to be an adequate line of questioning for her to block me with. I started just using all my spare money to go to Hot Topic and buy whatever I could without rousing suspicion and if that didn’t work well my cousin would come with me and give moral support and be my “cover.”(If you’re reading this btw please get back in touch, I miss you dearly.) After about 2 months and turning 19 I finally decided I had to come out, for real.

After the high of Say Anything’s “Anarchy My Dear” tour, where me and my cousin went and jammed to all of our new favorite songs, I had decided it was time. We had talked about it all that night and they decided to be there for me when I did it (they were always better with “sjw” topics than I was (at the time at least.).) It was midnight, but I was too high off of adrenaline from the concert, so we went and knocked on my mother’s door. It was an hour of arguing and trying to get them to see my side. Her husband used a false story (this was later confirmed to be false) of knowing a trans person as an excuse of trauma that wouldn’t allow me to be myself around him. I was livid, I hardly slept that night. The next day after her husband went to work we had a second discussion. She decided to use her previously mentioned go to argument in an attempt to squash my hopes yet again. We both departed to our rooms where in an attempt to cool off. However, she left her door open (I believe that this was on purpose to this day) she got on the phone with her mother and began talking loudly about sending me to live with my adopted father so maybe I would learn some respect and not to talk back. I became furious at this point, I grabbed the nearest sharp object I had and in the only ever act of self-harm I’ve ever committed I violently stabbed myself 4 times in my right thigh. She eventually came to check on me and after seeing me attempting to stop the bleeding (which didn’t last too long anyway) she threatened to call the cops on me and have me committed. It was at this time I called my aunt (the mother of the previously mentioned cousin) who I managed to come out to just a few months before and said I could rely on her if need be. She agreed to come pick me up, I packed whatever I could and left.

I lived with her for roughly 3 months. In that time I visited my mom twice to pick up more of my stuff (which I then would have to sell in order to have money to get back and forth to school.) Both times I visited my mom we’d argue and she’d lock herself in the bedroom and threaten to kill herself. There was nothing I could do, I love my mom, she’s the only one I’ll have after all but, I knew I couldn’t stress my mental state more and I had to have faith that she’d come down and be ok. After the three months were up she finally had enough of the radio silence and agreed to have me back exactly as I was (by this point I was pretty much living full time at school but my aunt didn’t want me living full time in her house so I wouldn’t “traumatize my younger cousin,” that’s the younger sibling of my previously mentioned cousin to be clear.) I came back to my mother’s house and began living full time almost immediately. The only time I was forced to hide it was whenever they had friends over (not often) or whenever we had to go to my grandparents house.

That’s the end of part 1. Part 2 will cover the events leading up to my de-transition and the de-transition itself. In the interim I am going to post a bunch of my pictures from my old transition. I’ve come to terms with what’s happened over the years and I really love all these photos.

#transition #trans #content warning #de-transition

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negasonicteenagemess · 8 years ago

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I Love You || Peter Parker Imagine

(what even is a good title?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested by anon: could you write an imagine where you’ve been dating peter but he seems distant and you think hes seeing someone else or cheating on you so you get really mad and go to his house and wait for him while he’s out being spider man and he comes in wearing his suit and i guess you can take it from there,,,love your writing btw!

Word Count: 1,810 words

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No Homecoming Spoilers

Y/N and Peter. Peter and Y/N. They were Midtown High’s It couple. The entire school idolized their relationship. Most students, when they walked to class, would see the two by the lockers smiling and holding each other as they talked. They could barely be apart from one other.

The two teenagers have been dating ever since the summer before freshmen year. They were neighbors so they practically grew up together, which made there relationship even cuter. Y/N loved Peter with all of her heart. She was there for him when his Uncle Ben died and when he got that crazy Stark Internship. She was always there to witness his downfalls and his uprisings.

The It couple was slowly starting to get torn apart a few months after the death of Peter’s Uncle. He became distant and everyone noticed. Everyone noticed how him and Y/N stopped talking to each other in the hallways at school, or how he would eat lunch with only Ned instead of eating lunch with the three of them. Dates with Peter were either always cancelled or always getting interrupted by his Aunt suddenly needing him.

Their relationship had gone like this for the past few months and Y/N was sick and tired of it. She hated that Peter was ignoring her calls, canceling dates and overall, not talking to her. She thought he was acting like this from the stress of balancing the internship and school. Y/N’s friends put the horrid thought into her head that Peter might’ve been seeing someone else.

“Peter would never do that to me!” She argued with her friends when they finally decided that it was best if she knew what might have been going on.

“Y/N just think about it,” He friend said, trying to convince her, “he’s cancelling dates, ignoring your calls, and not really talking to you. The signs are all there.”

Her friends looked at her solemnly. Tears started to flow down her cheeks, “He…….he wouldn’t.” She was only saying this now to convince herself more than to convince her friends that Peter was faithful. Except now she was finding it to be the only answer.

One day, Y/N stood in front of the Parker household, trying to compose herself. She let out a huge breath of air before knocking on the door slowly. Y/N didn’t usually knock, she always just let herself in because Peter and May were like family to her. But things were different now, she barley knew Peter anymore.

The door opened and she was greeted with the kind, slightly surprised smile of Peter’s Aunt. “Hey, Y/N. Come in, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl’s shoulder to direct her inside. Y/N walked into the room some more, May shutting the door.

“That’s cause you haven’t.” She mumbled looking at her shoes.

“What was that?” May asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Y/N.

She looked up,closing her eyes for a second to remember what she was originally here for, “Is Peter here?”

“No. I have no idea where he is most of the time,” she chuckled, “but you can go wait in his room if you’d like.” Y/N nodded her head, indicating that she would wait. May went back to what she was doing while Y/N walked to Peter’s room.

She walked to his bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. Reminiscing on all of the things they did in here when they were little brought a small smile to her face.

In this very room, when Y/N and Peter were little kids, he kissed her. They were sitting on the ground playing with his action figures. “Y/N, do you love me?” Little ten year old Peter asked. Y/N giggled, ��Of course I do Pete, you’re my best friend.”

Peter gave his full attention to you and not to the toys. “When we’re older, I want to marry you.” Y/N stopped playing with the objects in her hand, a huge smile appearing on her lips. “I want to marry you too, Pete.” He suddenly leaned closer to her, puckering his lips and hastily placing them against Y/N’s. It was only a peck but when he pulled away, the two of them had a similar crimson blush on their cheeks.

Unbeknownst to the kids, May stood in the doorway. She had went to the room to tell them about lunch, but instead, experienced their first kiss which brought a smile to her face.

Y/N couldn’t help but think that their friendship would be ruined as well as their romantic relationship. She slumped her shoulders, dragging her body into the room and onto Peter’s bed. She reclined on the bed, feeling the comforter for what may be the last time. She placed her head on his pillow then turning on her side, breathing in the scent that was distinctively Peter’s. She had done this on multiple occasions from all the many sleepovers. A few tears had spilled from her eyes and down her face yet again.

Her lip quivered as she saw a picture frame on his desk. In the frame was a photo of the two of them together on their one year anniversary. Peter was behind her, his arms wrapped around her middle as he was kissing her cheek. Y/N had a huge smile on her face, her hands resting on top of his.

It was a time where they were happy together. Why would he keep that if everyone thought he was cheating on her? She sat up on the bed, feeling the blankets through her fingers once again. She waited, rubbing her hands together between her thighs.

Y/N was startled when she heard a noise coming from Peter’s window. She gave her attention to the window, seeing a flash of red coming through. She looked up seeing a figure on the ceiling, but not just any figure. It was Spider-Man, the city’s hero. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room?

She sat there, eyes wide and lips parted slightly as she watched the man crawl on the ceiling, towards the door. He slowly and quietly shut the door of the bedroom, jumping down. He let out a sigh before pulling off his mask. He turned around and was greeted with the face of his girlfriend.

“Peter?”

“Y/N?”

They both said simultaneously shocked at one another. Y/N jumped up off of the bed, facing her boyfriend who had dropped the Spider-Man mask onto the floor. “Your'e Spider-Man,” She said breaking the ice.

“W-What, that’s ridiculous. I-I was at a costume party and I, I bought this at the store.” He stated, playing withe the suit. Y/N looked at him slightly confused, “Peter, what costume party happens in July? Besides that, you were just crawling on the ceiling.”

Peter sighed, looking down at the suit. He took it off, grabbing a shirt to throw on. He hid the suit in his closet and walked over to his bed to sit. He patted the seat next to him, indicating Y/N to sit next to him. They sat in silence.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” Y/N questioned the boy. Peter looked shocked trying to defend himself, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

Y/N scoffed, “Peter, we haven’t gone on a date in months and you always ignore my calls and texts. We rarely talk anymore.” He sat there, realizing all of the time that had passed by. “I-I didn’t know it was that long.” He mumbled, playing with his fingers, not making eye contact.

Y/n laughed a humorless laugh, “Everyone convinced me that you were cheating on me.”

Peter turned to face her, eyebrows raised from the accusation, “I would never do that to you, Y/N,” he said sincerely. Peter turned to her looking deeply in her eyes, placing his hands on her cheeks, just above her jaw. “I-I love you. I love you more than the amount of stars in the sky. I love you more than all the water in the ocean,” by now, there were tears falling from both of their eyes from the entire situation, foreheads pressed against one another, “I love you more than anything you could ever imagine.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” She cried, grabbing onto his forearms. Peter shook his head, “Don’t be, I should’ve told you from the start.” He whipped away the tears that were coming from her now red eyes.

Peter began to slowly close the space between them, leaning in closer to her lips. Everything was quiet, besides the short breaths the two of them made. Y/N could then smell that smell that was distinctively Peter’s. He closed his eyes tilting his head slightly, making the space between them disappear. It felt like he was home, that he was finale where he was meant to be.

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into him. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was more needy for that rather than air. Their lips moved in sync while Y/N’s hands traveled to the back of Peter’s neck. His lips always seemed to taste as sweet as sugar. She ruffled her fingers through his dark locks, tugging lightly as their lips melded together.

They both pulled away, a faint blush on their cheeks from the rush of the moment. The two were breathing heavily, not letting go of one another.

After they caught their breath, the teens lay down on the bed, wrapping the fluffy comforter around them. She had her back pressed against his chest as they always used to do. Peter enveloped his hands around her waist, pulling Y/N closer to him. Y/N let out a content sigh just before Peter left a quick peck on her neck.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking Spider-Man.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed. “Well, technically, you were fucking Spider-Man.” He chuckled with his eyes closed as well.

“Oh my God, Peter.” She said slightly offended but laughing nonetheless. When her laughing subsided Peter began to speak, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” She said before drifting off to sleep blissfully in the arms of her beloved.

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sexindacidy-blog · 5 years ago

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Sunday I was recovering from some slight alchohol/food poisoning. I decided to take it easy and just relax and just lounge. Around 1pm, this fella hit me up and asked to come over. I wasn’t really interested since my body was acting up but when he offered me tree, I figured why not? Is there a possibility we could actually just watch football and smoke like two regular “bros?” Doubtful but let us find out.

He arrived in a sports cap, a raiders tee and baggy jeans. My gaydar was not picking anything up which was fine with me. I do like a downlow man on occasion.

I wore my tightest Under Armour shirt tucked into some baggy sweats. The silhouette gave a very slim/thick illusion. I played coy and immediately turned on the Raiders game. We chatted a bit but I was clear I wasn’t into the game. Didn’t mind it was on but I just wanted to smoke some. We smoked while the game went on and during half time he turned to me and said “What’s up?”

The way he said it, I knew exactly what he meant. It’s like how depending on how you say the word “bitch” you know if someone’s complimenting you, calling you out or about to tell you some really good gossip.

It basically told me “are we fucking or what?”

I dont recall what I said next but I’m sure it was me asking him to go to my room.

So to clarify, this man isn’t the most attractive. But when I was talking to him, all I wanted to do was kiss him. He has that same quality to him as Pete Davidson. Sometime’s he can look unattractive, but other times I find him so sexy in the most unconventional way. I love unconventionally attactive men.

When I tell you this mans body was everything. He was toned and chiseled and had meat in all the right places. He had perfect pecs. Smooth, veiny arms. And although I love a man who is packing, I had to pause for caution when I pulled his pants down.

This man was packing and as I said before, I was expecting to have sex but I wasn’t expecting to have SEX. With anal, you have to do a certain amount of preparation for certain sizes. Smaller dicks require less prep and larger dicks require much more. Obviously they penetrate deeper.

I wasn’t too concerned though. I was just taken aback for a moment but I knew what I was capable of and listening to my body, I was ready.

This man’s sex was so passionately intense and focused, I was not only dickmatized, I was being emotionally whiplashed. The intense eye contact, the way this man groaned like a man’s man. How he kissed my neck and made love to me. As I’m writing this I’m realizing this man made me feel feminine and dainty and sexy all at once. I usually relenquish everything during sex and am very submissive, but with this man, it was as if we were equals. I was getting just as much out of this as he was. Usually, the casual sex is just for me to get plowed, in and out, a quick moment of connecting and then on I’m on with my day. Actually, no I don’t continue on with my day. I usually seek another to continue that feeling for me. But what I’m understanding now is if the sex doens’t emotionally impact me as much as it does physically, I often feel unfulfilled.

We took a second to catch our breath. I told him that he needed to warn guys beforehand. He said warn? Okay not warn, but prepare. I didn’t think it was going to be that big. That’s when he reminded me that he never sent a dick pic. He concealed it with a shampoo bottle in his photo. “Why did I forget to ask for the dick pic?” Rookie mistake.

With my face down and ass up, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me as he fucked me from behind. Two stand out moments include him stopping mid thrust to say “Hey btw, thanks again for inviting me over. I’m having a really good time.” I laughed at that one. This guy was so sweet and I could tell he was good. The other moment came when he had me lying on my back and my legs pointed out. He grabbed them and spread them apart further and down, closer to the pillow just behind my head. It was like a Yoga session turned Porno. He held my legs apart by holding onto my feet. Leaning over me, I admired and I mean, ADMIRED, his physique. Sweat was everywhere on him. He was glistening. His two gold chains swinging just over my head. At one point, sweat from his forehead dripped onto my face landing on my nose. I did not mind one bit. This man was from LA. What part? I didn’t know. But in my mind, he was from Compton. He was some man and I was his girl. He was fucking me like the kids weren’t home. You know when a man is in it? Like thoroughly enjoying himself and appreciating it? That was exactly what this was.

We ended up taking a break because the sex session was long and he was physically wiped. That’s when he asked if I wanted to take a walk. I was like “a walk??” I live here and even I never go out for no “walks.” I immediately said yes.

We walked around a bit and then went to the liquour store. He purchased two Modelos because of course he did. We got back and watched some more of the game. He stayed to watch some more tv and I asked him curiously who he lived with. He told me to guess.

“Wife?” “Close.”

“Husband?” “NO!”

“Girlfriend?” He nodded. He looked ashamed.

I told him “Ok.” The mood changed but I mean that’s not my fault you’re cheating on your s/o.

Today is the next day and he text my cell and sent me a picture of him working with some dogs at work.

Him: Aye!

Me: Hey

Him: Mmm, just thinking about u. I was hoping I could see you this weekend...

Me: Ur funny. Yeah we should link up

Him: Definitely

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A/N: A teacher!lily / singledad!james au because my school reopened. Well it’s three weeks past so . . .

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“Just one more.”

“No Dad, we’ll be late,” Five year old Harry Potter whined. But nonetheless he posed for another photo.

James Potter clicked away on his phone. With his toothy grin and his too-big-Bob-the-Builder-backpack, Harry was the most adorable kid to ever walk the earth.

“Da-ad,” Harry whined again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” James slipped his phone into his pocket and took his son’s hand. Together they began walking to the red school building.”

When they finally found the right classroom, there was a young teacher in a pretty floral dress standing outside the classroom.

“Hello. I’m your new teacher, Ms. Evans.”

Harry half hid himself behind James’ leg. “I’m Harry Potter,” he said shyly.

Ms. Evans knelt down. “Hi Harry, do you like fingerpainting?”

“I haven’t tried it.”

“Would you like to?”

Harry nodded and came out from behind James’ legs.

“Good. I like people who try new things. I think we’ll be great friends. Do you know why?” Ms. Evans leaned in closer to Harry and whispered so softly James had to strain his ears to hear. “We both have green eyes.”

And sure enough, they both did have the same green eyes. It was uncanny, really. James didn’t know where Harry got his eyes from. He had only met Harry’s mother twice in his life – once for a quick screw in the club bathroom and then the day she dumped Harry in his arms – and both those times he hadn’t really paid attention to the colour of her eyes.

Ms. Evans’ eyes were beautiful - the kind you could write poetry about, the kind you could get lost in, the kind that could cure any ailment, the kind that could -

“We do!” Harry exclaimed loudly. Ms. Evans laughed. James shook himself out of his reverie.

“Well then,” she started saying and took Harry’s hand to lead him inside the class. “Let’s go.”

Harry walked a few steps before stopping.

“What’s wrong?” Ms. Evans looked down and frowned slightly at him.

“Can my Dad come too?” He asked timidly. “He’s my bestest friend.”

“Oh, no bud. Remember we discussed this - ” James began but Mrs. Evans cut him off.

“It’s fine, Mr. Potter. Parents are allowed to sit with their children today for an hour. It’s sort of an orientation class.” She turned her head to smile at a new mother-daughter duo. “I’m sorry, I have to greet the others. You can help Harry find his place, his name is stuck on it.” With a parting smile, she left.

James walked over to Harry to help him find his seat. They sat down and James asked Harry how he liked his new class.

“I like Ms. Evans,” Harry said decisively and turned to talk to the red haired boy next to him.

“Me too,” James agreed silently while watching the attractive teacher interact with her students.

James pulled out his phone to text his best friend, Sirius.

James Potter to Sirius Black: ill b 1 hour late orientation class with harry

Sirius Black: i’ll cover 4 u. as usual.

Sirius Black: how’s d lil bugger?

James Potter: he likes his new teacher

Sirius Black: she fit??????

James Potter: the fittest

James Potter: green eyes

Sirius Black: haha u r so fucked

James Potter: i kno

Ms. Evans wished everyone a Good Morning and he put his phone away.

“Welcome to kindergarten! Since it’s your first class I thought we could start with something fun. I’m going to give you all a white paper and some paints. You can use your fingerprints to make a cool picture with your parents. Does that sound fun?”

There were a few mumbled ‘yes’es, some remained silent but most talked amongst themselves.

She distributed the paper and gave each table a set of paints. Harry and James dipped their fingers in the various paints to make a pot of flowers. James’ huge thumbprints became the brown flowerpot and Harry’s tiny fingerprints became the colourful flowers.

“What pretty flowers,” Ms. Evans commented from behind James.

“Thanks Ms. Evans,” Harry beamed and proceeded to press his finger on the paper with a renewed zeal.

“It’s a pot of flowers because we’re the Potters. Get it?” James was awarded with a light tinkling laugh for his joke. His stomach swooped.

“Very clever.” She grinned before moving over to the next desk.

When it was time for the parents to leave Ms. Evans made announcement.

“On your child’s desk, I’ve kept a file for the parents. One set of papers are forms for emergency contacts, allergies and other such details. I would appreciate it if that form could be filled and handed over to the office in three days. Another paper has all my contact details. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you have any trouble.”

James found the blue file she was talking of and immediately flipped to her contact details.

Lily Evans

Phone Number: 7639847906

Email: [email protected]

If you wish to meet with me in person, you may do so during the lunch break, 12:00 – 1:00.

James saved the number into his phone at once. For Harry’s sake only and not for any other reason.

(Yeah, right.)

As the weeks passed, Harry grew steadily fonder of Ms. Evans. It was Ms. Evans this and Ms. Evans that. Not that James minded. Not in the least. In fact, James too grew steadily fond of Ms. Evans with each of Harry’s stories about her, not to mention the small smiles she would give him when he picked up Harry from school.

One afternoon, as James was collecting Harry from school, Ms. Evans stopped him.

“Mr. Potter, I would like to talk to you for a minute.”

“Er-sure.”

“Harry, why don’t you go draw me picture?” Ms. Evans suggested. She pulled out some crayons and a paper and settled Harry in a seat in the corner. She gestured for James to follow him to the teacher’s desk.

“Mr. Potter, I think your son needs glasses.”

“Glasses?”

“Yes, he has a hard time seeing the board. Perhaps this weekend you or your wife could take him to the ophthalmologist on Third Street.”

“I’m not married but will do. Thanks.”

Ms. Evans smiled at him and his brain turned to mush.

“Bye Harry,” Ms. Evans waved to them as they were leaving. “Goodbye Mr. Potter.”

James Potter to Lily Evans: i took Harry to d doc

James Potter: u were right

James Potter: he needs glasses

James Potter: btw this is james

James Potter: james potter

Lily Evans: if u were tryin to do bond james bond that was a MASSIVE FAILURE

Lily Evans: glad to help :)

James Potter: help show dat i’m a failure?

Lily Evans: NO. help harry.

Lily Evans: tho that was fun 2.

James Potter: i’m offended

James Potter to PETE HAS A DATE! The world ends at 8:30 tonight: she txts lyk me

James Potter: and congrats Pete

James Potter: what did u do

James Potter: blackmail her

Sirius Black: haha good one

Peter Pettigrew: i hate u both

Remus Lupin: Who texts like you?

Sirius Black: who else? harry’s teacher. the one he FANCIES

Peter Pettigrew: u r pathetic

Reums Lupin: I second that.

James Potter: she is a nice person with a cute cat

Remus Lupin: How do you know that?

James Potter: . . . . . . . . i found her ig

Sirius Black: fyi I’m facepalming

James Potter: she posts pics of her cat

James Potter: her bf

James Potter: or her cat and bf

James Potter: her captions r puns and funny jokes

Peter Pettigrew: she has a boyfriend?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Remus Lupin: Again, you are pathetic.

Sirius Black: Say aye if u think Prongs is pathetic and needs a shag

Remus Lupin: aye

Peter Pettigrew: aye

Sirius Black: AYEEEEEE

James Potter: NAYYYYYYYY

James Potter: BF AS IN BEST FRIEND

James Potter: @marmarlovesbonbons

Sirius Black changed group name to James Potter is the new CEO of Stalker™

James Potter changed group name to NO I’M NOT

Remus Lupin: It’s not too late. You can still get help.

James Potter: blocked

James Potter: gtg harry spilled milk

Remus Lupin: Good riddance.

On Monday morning James dropped Harry bright and early unlike most days on which they managed to reach in the nick of time. In fact Harry was the third in class; the other two were a boy with blonde hair and a girl with bushy brown hair who James recognized as Hermione Granger and one of Harry’s best friends.

“You’re early,” Ms. Evans said. Then she noticed Harry’s new glasses. “You got glasses!”

“They’re just like my Dad’s.” Harry said proudly. Harry had chosen the round, wire-rimmed spectacles despite the doctor telling him he looked adorable in the glasses with the green, rectangular frames.

“You look handsome, just like your Dad.”

“Thanks, Ms. Evans,” Harry beamed. “I’m going to show Hermione my new glasses. Bye Dad!” Harry quickly walked up to Hermione, leaving the two adults alone.

“You think I’m handsome?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I think Harry’s cute.”

“No, I don’t think that’s what you said. You said that Harry looks handsome, just like his dad.”

A slight flush coloured her cheeks, making her look very appealing. “I’ve got lessons to plan,” she said in a small voice and turned away from James, purposefully ducking her head.

James laughed.

James Potter to The Lads and the Dad: she thinks i’m handsome

Remus Lupin: Not this again.

Sirius Black: poor ms. evans

Sirius Black: I didn’t kno she was blind.

Peter Pettigrew: ahahahaHAHAHAHAHAH

James Potter removed Sirius Black

Remus Lupin added Sirius Black

Sirius Black removed James Potter

Sirius Black changed group name to The Lads

Remus Lupin added James Potter

James Potter changed group name to The Lads and the HANDSOME Dad

Remus Lupin removed James Potter

“I want chocolate fudge,” Harry told Sirius.

It was Sirius’ birthday and Harry, James and all his friends were out at the ice cream parlor in a mall. The mall was a shoddy building which had once been the office of a company that went bankrupt. Nobody cared for the mall much but it was home to the best ice cream parlor in the world, namely Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor.

Before Harry was born, all the lads would have gone to a pub and gotten completely sloshed. But the last time they did that, Harry was conceived. Now they stuck to ice cream parlors and arcades.

“For me too,” Remus added while Peter nodded in agreement.

“You’re buying your own ice cream. I’m only sponsoring the little twerp,” Sirius said and ruffled Harry’s hair goodnaturedly.

“Harry, what did Ms. Evans teach you yesterday?” Peter asked.

“That we must be kind and help those in need.”

“Don’t you think Uncle Sirius should be kind and help those in need?” Remus pursued.

“Yes.”

“And how can he help us?” asked Peter.

“By buying everyone ice cream.” Harry said. Peter and Remus smirked, James laughed, Sirius grumbled words which made James smack him over the head.

James, Harry and Peter found a table by the window while Sirius and Remus went to order the ice cream. James fiddled with his phone as Peter taught Harry how to make a swan out of the cheap paper napkins on the table. James didn’t pay much attention until Harry shouted, “Ms. Evans!”

James turned to look where Harry was looking. Ms. Evans stood by a nearby table, a shopping bag in one hand and the other hand balanced her vanilla ice cream. She wasn’t wearing the skirts or dresses that James was accustomed to seeing her in but was wearing ratty jeans and a t-shirt that advertised her love for The Beatles. James decided that Lily Evans was the type of person who looked good in anything she wore.

Ms. Evans saw them and smiled in recognition. She walked over to the table where they sat.

“Hello Harry, what are you doing here?”

“It’s Uncle Sirius’ birthday.”

“Well, tell him I say Happy Birthday.”

“Look! He’s over there.” Harry pointed to where Sirius and Remus were making their way back to the table.

They set down the ice cream. Harry was happy to ignore the grown-ups around him and dug into his ice cream.

“Happy Birthday,” Ms. Evans warmly wished Sirius.

“Thanks,” Sirius replied chirpily. “You must be Ms. Evans.”

“How did you know?”

“Harry talks of you all the time.” Sirius pointedly looked at James as he said the last three words. James ignored him.

“He talks of you too.”

Peter, who had finished making his swan, tuned into the conversation. “Wait, you’re Ms. Evans?”

“Yes, Pete. Please keep up,” Sirius commented.

“The one and only,” she grinned.

“Cheers. You got us free ice cream.”

“Erm, thanks.” Ms. Evans seemed confused. “I think.”

“Don’t worry. It’s a compliment.” Remus said.

“I should hope so. You must be Uncle Remus.”

“I should hope so,” Remus echoed and Lily laughed.

James finally seemed to find his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Why Mr. Potter, are you one of those people who believe teachers live in school?”

“Uh, no?” James said almost as if he was doubtful.

“I ran out of Ribena,” she shrugged.

Sirius grinned at the mention of his favourite non-alcoholic drink. “I like her.”

Just then a tall, blonde woman joined Ms. Evans and James recognised her at once. “The paper towels in the loo are shi-” she began to say.

“Marlene,” Ms. Evans cut in. Her eyes pointed to Harry who was examining the new lady inquisitively. “This is my student, Harry, his father and various uncles.”

“Oh hello,” she mumbled sheepishly. The others just nodded. “The paper towels in the loo are shitake mushrooms.”

“Shitake mushrooms?” Harry asked curiously.

“Yeah, I hate shitake mushrooms. Bleh.” She screwed up her face to make an exaggerated, funny face.

Harry giggled. “I hate onions. They make your mouth smelly.” He then resumed eating his ice cream and tuned out of the conversation.

“Are you @marmarlovesbonbons?” Sirius asked.

“Yes.” Marlene narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him and even Ms. Evans regarded him questioningly.

It was mark of their friendship that Sirius didn’t even wince when James stomped on his foot; he had been anticipating it.

“I think you came on my suggested once,” Sirius explained.

“Right,” Marlene replied dubiously. She turned to Ms. Evans. “I think we’d better go, Lily.”

“Yeah. Nice meeting you,” Ms. Evans told the boys. “Goodbye Mr. Potter. I’ll see you for the parent-teacher meeting on Monday. Bye Harry!”

There were ‘Byes and ‘Goodbyes’ said in a variety of tones from all around the table. James watched her leave until the last strand of her auburn hair disappeared from sight.

“I like Ms. Evans’ friend,” Harry declared as he finished his cup of ice cream.

“Do you like Ms. Evans?” Sirius had a devious glint in his stormy eyes.

“I love Ms. Evans.”

“Your Dad likes Ms. Evans too.”

“Sirus,” James warned but Sirius ignored him.

“How would you feel if they got married?” Sirius persisted.

“You mean Ms. Evans would be my Mummy? That would be so cool.” Harry was thrilled. “Dad, are you going to marry Ms. Evans?”

“No, Harry. Your Uncle Sirius is just being stupid.”

“Harry! James said a bad word. Take five quid from him.”

“Stupid is not a bad word,” Harry said sagely

“What?” Sirius cried. “Last week I gave you two pounds for saying stupid.”

“Ms. Evans says stupid.”

“Really?”

“She says ‘stupid chalk’, ‘stupid shoes’, ‘stupid pencil’, ‘stupid stapler’ . . .” Harry went on.

Stupid became James’ new favourite word.

Come Monday afternoon, James felt jittery. He had never felt this anxious for a parent-teacher meeting, not even when his parents were called to the principal’s office after he flooded the school hallway.

As usual, he was one of the last parents to arrive. Ms. Evans was talking to a mother and father, while two children were playing with legos in the corner of the classroom, one of them being his own son. When James entered, Ms. Evans finished talking to the other parents. She gestured for James to sit in the seats the other couple had occupied moments before.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. Potter.”

On an impulse he said, “James.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You can call me James.”

“All right then,” Ms. Evans smiled and she stuck her hand out, “I’m Lily.”

James shook her hand and it was as soft as he had expected. “Nice to meet you ,Lily.”

“Harry is a good kid. He’s friendly with his classmates though at times he fights with Draco.”

“That kid deserves it,” James said darkly. He had heard all the stories of Draco cutting in line and Draco stealing Neville’s ball.

“Be that as it may,” Lily continued, amused. “Fighting with students is frowned upon. Harry is also very curious about the world but perhaps it would be best to teach him that living animals belong outside and not in his pocket.”

James laughed. And then shuddered. He remembered having to scrape out a dead lizard form Harry’s pockets when he was doing the laundry yesterday.

“Another thing I’d like to discuss is that lately Harry has taken to calling me Mum.”

James cringed.

“I know it must be difficult without a mother but no matter what I say he isn’t stopping.”

“That’s just a joke between him and Sirius.”

“Oh?”

Well. . . what to say? What to say, indeed.

“Sirius might have told Harry that I like you.”

“Oh?” Her expression remained unreadable.

“Yeah.” Now that that was out in the open, James might as well expose all his cards. “In fact, I really like you and would love it if you’d grab some lunch with me.”

James was hyper aware of everything as the seconds dragged on –the way Lily’s lips had parted ever so slightly, the way her eyes had widened fractionally, the way his palms were becoming disgustingly sweaty and how dry his throat was becoming.

“I’m sorry,” Lily finally said apologetically. “There’s a rule that teachers can’t date their students’ parents.” James’ face must have shown disappointment because she quickly amended, “And I’m not just making an excuse. I genuinely like you too.”

James brightened at that admission.

“But I’d like to stick to the rules,” she finished.

James leaned over the table separating them. “But would you be open to a date when Harry’s in grade one?”

Lily smiled coyly, “Maybe.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

She laughed and Harry, who was now the only student in the classroom, came running to know what was so funny.

“Nothing, Harry. Ms. Evans and I just made a deal.” James and Lily shared a secret smile.

“That you’re going to get married?”

Lily sputtered a bit behind the desk but James didn’t take his eyes off her while answering Harry.

“Maybe.”

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