Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk,
Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires,
Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness,
I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could.
Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.
Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter. What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?! All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man. You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him. Your party will definitely be one to remember.
AN: Guys I’m literal trash ahahah this fic is going to be a bit longer than expected because there’s just so many things that pop in my head !! I mean I love writing this story so much, that’s why it’s so long! I hope you guys don’t mind having to wait longer for the smut!! I don’t know i think it’s worth it because peter is just so precious and I love the reader’s relationship with everyone! well anyway, enjoy!!
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so can we all agree the pink bag is most certainly the property of one Viktor Nikiforov aka Виктор Никифоров (aka Binktop if you’re nasty)
He used to only carry around his phone, wallet, keys, and Chanel Lip Balm–all of which easily fit into his pockets. But he was forced (read:insisted) to upgrade to a bag once marrying Yuuri to accommodate for:
- lens cleaner and wipes
- prescription sunglasses
- anxiety meds
-a spare pair of earbuds just in case Yuuri’s don’t work and he needs quiet time
-compact hairbrush in case Yuuri’s cowlick acts up
-Yuuri’s wallet (Ghurka classic leather in vintage chestnut- a gift from Viktor for his 26th birthday “to match your eyes”)
- cough drops
- face masks
- phone charger
- back-up power bank (poodle printed)
Basically, Viktor “I’ve never had to take care of anyone but myself and don’t really know how to go about it competently” Nikiforov has launched into full on Mom Mode™ in the face of his beautiful, anxious, highly cherished husband.
As for the color, well, it should be obvious. It’s pink to match his car.