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: πΈ πΌπ°π³π΄ π° π²π·πΎπΈπ²π΄ . / 03.
βwhat the hellβs going on with you? seriously. whatβs going on?β / may
π°π½πΆππ πΏππΎπΌπΏππ .
π· βΈ» he'd suspected may would grow raw & weary of all this eventually , pluck up her last straw & be done with all the late nights , cuts & bruises brushed under the rug , all the lame excuses for . . . well , excuses & demand answers once & for all . he'd watched his poor aunt's suspicions pique over the last year & some odd months , predicted this conversation would pin him down for the longest time & yet , he stands -- stuttering & wringing his hands like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar -- a drought in his mouth .
β please , aunt may , please , jus' drop it ! there's -- β there's nothing going on ! β ya' don't understand -- ! β you don't understand why i can't tell you ! β i don't want t' shut you out ! okay ? i - i don't , i neva' did , i jus' -- i can't . . . β i can't lose you , too . i can't lose anyone else .
peter wilts , & though he's a good foot taller than his aunt , he feels small under her watchful gaze . all is quiet in their tiny queens apartment save for the tick - tick - ticking of the clock on the wall . it seems to get louder with each second that passes . he thinks of his father & all the secrets he held to his chest -- buried with him -- all the questions that weighed on a young , lost peter as he grew up without him . he thinks of gwen & the look of betrayal in those blue eyes of hers whenever he tells her " i can't do this anymore . " how it shatters both of their hearts every time .
he meets the eyes of his aunt , shot with fear & worry , recalls when they'd cried for him as he whispered " i'm your boy . don't ever feel like you're not enough . " & feels a splintering crack in his chest to think that he's contributed to all that crushing weight . peter draws a breath . backpack with his suit inside is dropped from a bruised shoulder , held out to her at arm's length . β here . open it up . β
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π· βΈ» β is that what this is about ? ya' wanna kill me 'cause of a petty feud ? ! yeesh , can't you guys just shake hands 'n be done with it ? c'mon , we're all super - powered adults , here ! β
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π· βΈ» β alright , okay , we'll do this your way -- but i can't promise there won't be mild complaining . β
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βΒ youΒ areΒ soΒ prettyΒ andΒ iΒ likeΒ youΒ soΒ much ! Β β
πππ½πΎπ½π½π° π΄π°ππΏ .
π· βΈ» peter tosses his eyebrows up into unruly fringe hanging into his forehead , feels freckled cheeks heat up . they're simple words , but they come from harry -- a just as simple fact that causes his heart to stutter behind his ribs . β ya' think 'm pretty ? β he says this only half in jest , bats his thick lashes at his boyfriend & chews his lip before giving him a nudge . β i like you , too , idiot . β
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β just tell me what you need. let me give it to you? β
π°π΅π΅π΄π²ππΈπΎπ½π°ππ΄ πΏππΎπΌπΏππ .
π· βΈ» β well , unless yaβ can bring back my parents , perce , i dunno βf thereβs much yaβ can do . β face is screwed up to keep tears at bay , lips a firm line to hold in stinging words threatening to swarm from his mouth like a mass of angry bees . β wh - what about uncle ben ? or george stacy ? or gwen ? β he hates the fire burning in & behind his eyes when he faces her β jaw clenched & breaths beginning to turn ragged . hastily , he wipes glistening eyes with his forefinger & thumb , guilt dropping in his gut like a stone .
he stands up then , mumbling unsteady β sorrys β while he moves to close the gap between them in a few wide strides . large arms wrap around her waist β almost too tightly . β sorry . sorry , βm sorry . i - iβm not mad at you , honey . βm not mad at you . . . β
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β you are whatβs important right now. β / mj
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π· βΈ» β i . . . m.j. , β he's off to a wobbly start with voice shaking in time with lower lip , her name a pathetic croak in his throat -- utterly wracked with guilt . guilt that's lived beneath cracked , bruised ribs since a lonesome boyhood ; it's branched off over the years like a fungus infecting him , spreading & greedy to feed off of all that he has . with m.j. , he's been able to gain back some of who he once was , though he fears he's been taking bits & pieces of her , too .
a steadying breath raises & lowers peter's shoulders . peter takes her hands & holds them tightly , tenderly , grounding them both . β i just . . . th - th' last thing i wanna do 's make you feel . . . l - lesser , or - or like a replacement , o - or that you're not enough for me . . . β sometimes he thinks he'll never finish grieving -- he'll never live to see the day he reaches that acceptance stage . there are days , most of them with her , where sunlight peeks in -- warms his tense muscles , gives him a place to rest in the form of her arms . he's tired of the grief , & he worries m.j. is , too -- but he doesn't want to let gwen go , doesn't want to lose her for good . not again .
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π· βΈ» β you matter t' me , β gooey affection sweetens eyes with the hue of honey , touches his smile with the same sentiment as he squeezes slender fingers in his own . β simple 'n plain 'n not much t' ask from . . . β
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βΒ heyβ look at me.Β you can talk to me.Β β
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π· βΈ» ocher hues are lifted to find corie's at her gentle request . smile he pastes on his stiff , unconvincing even to a stranger ; it does little to brighten murky eyes . she's a recent friend , a wild & vivid firework shooting across his typically overcast & inky black skies & yet he's still so damn lonely ; secret of spider - man pulls him back at a polarity he cannot tear away from . what's he to do ? she's already become much too familiar with the haggard face of death . should he speak of what weighs on his heart , he'd be dangling her over a bottomless chasm -- merely a matter of time before she slips from his grasp like so many others before her . too many others .
β don't worry about it , a'right ? 'm just missin' my uncle t'day , that's all . β that's not entirely a lie . he's always missing uncle ben .
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" a bed? who needs a bed? i can think of thousands of different places before we'd ever need a bed... " / felicia
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π· βΈ» fond chuckle rumbles in his chest -- just beneath spider symbol -- heats up her glossy lips once past his . β 'scuse me for bein' a stickler for comfort , cat . β he hums , runs gloved hands along sleek , black material which hugs her every curve . damn her & the claws she's dug so deep into his skin . β enlighten me . . . is this rooftop on your list ? β
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β iβm not wearing any underwear. thought youβd like to know. β / mary jane
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π· βΈ» intrigued , surprised & aroused all at once , brows jump & fall back into place while a sly , toothy grin spreads on peterβs lips . heβs not sure what prompted this . . . but itβs mary jane & he very quickly decides he doesnβt care . peterβs hand finds her knee beneath the table they sit at β a nice restaurant, romantic atmosphere suddenly thick , hot & heavy in a way that brings the other hand up to loosen the collar of his shirt β leans in close to keep others dining in the dark . β in that case , mary jane , β he begins low & velvety in her ear , teeth grazing the shell of it . β youβd better not think about what βm gonna do tβ you when we get home . β pulls away with a wink , letting one hand sneak up her skirt while the other casually pops a fry into his mouth .
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β kiss me again β but don't stop this time. β
π³πΎπΌπ΄πππΈπ² πΊπΈπππ΄π .
π· βΈ» percy's request has peter grinning like the giddy , lovesick boy he is . it's moments like this one he yearns to discover some grand , scientific way to bottle up & keep forever where the whole world ceases to exist outside their door , universe revolving around the two of them .
β yes ma'am , β he grins , & allows the irresistible , magnetic pull of her lips close the space between them . while one hand slides along her middle , the other finds a place to rest at the base of her neck -- lips loving her lower one & the space beneath it . her taste , heat of her perfect body on his , it's enough to make his head spin & fingers curl around her shirt . teeth seek her skin , nibbling her lip till it glows a pretty shade of pink . β ohh , you're so perfect , honey , β another kiss -- chaste in contrast to his actions -- large hands cradling her face . β you're so fuckin' perfect . β
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βΒ clockΒ isΒ ticking ,Β spider - man . Β β
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π· βΈ» beneath a brightly colored mask do brown eyes become dark & murky , teeth clenching . hobgoblin is stoking the flames giddily in the hopes he will combust & while he's only just reached his boiling point , there's no reeling in his anger when those he cherishes are in danger . β where . . . is . . . she ? β he all but growls , words scalding his lips -- hotter still under barrier of fabric . he'll launch two webs to fling himself feet first into his enemy's chest , knocking him to the cold ground & crouching over him . β where's m.j. ? ! β
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βΒ if you donβt turn that alarm off iβm gonna throw it out the window.Β β
ππ·π΄ πΌπΎππ½πΈπ½πΆ π°π΅ππ΄π .
π· βΈ» peter groans with gravel in his throat at the loss of what little sleep he'd managed to obtain . eyes full of sand , he squints against the bright morning sun , brings his hand down onto the snooze button with a touch too much strength . the small machine shatters into pieces , sings its final note warbled & faded . peter smirks , wearing a dusting of stubble on his cheeks , throws his arm back over his grumpy boyfriend . β there . problem solved . β
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youΒ donβtΒ justΒ getΒ toΒ quitΒ this ,Β peter .
ππ·π΄ πΆπΎπΎπ³ πΏπ»π°π²π΄ .
π· βΈ» watery blue eyes look at him with a whirlwind of hurt & desperation , rake him for answers she deserves but he cannot give ; it hurts worse than all the times he's been kicked , punched , shot , zapped -- you name it -- & all the while , peter mentally pummels himself , knowing damn well it only hurts her more . β gwen , β he pushes off easy , the current calm & clear thus far . β i don't want t' quit this , alright ? i don't want t' quit us , i d - i don't want t' quit you . i love you . i love you so much , i promise i do . an' tha - that's why 's so damn hard , β
break . eyes slip shut for a touch longer than a blink . inhale . he takes the time to compose himself , collect words , thoughts , feelings that have begun to fray & unravel at the edges . β you . . . you make me happy , gwen . 'n i wanna make you happy -- i wanna be happy with you wi - without havin' t' worry that - that you . . . β that you'll end up like your father . brown hues darken when spotting the ghostly image of george stacy glaring at him over the shoulder of his daughter . teeth pierce the inside of his cheek . β that you'll end up hurt . or worse . 's just . . . β
again , he shuts his eyes , breathes a long exhale through his lips . upon opening them , peter rests his focus solely on gwen . foreheads meet , & shyly , he hooks his fingers with hers . when he speaks next , the words come out nervous -- scared : β 's jus' somethin' 'm gonna have t' learn t' get over , i guess . β
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βΒ Β iβm glad you came.Β β
π°π΅π΅π΄π²ππΈπΎπ½π°ππ΄ πΏππΎπΌπΏππ .
π· βΈ» he's grateful to have spotted codie among the crowd , all lost in varying levels of intoxication whether it be alcohol , pot or the simple euphoria the dance floor at a smoke - filled party offers . peter , however , is stone cold sober -- a blessing & a curse bestowed on him , living in radioactive blood -- happily saunters over to a familiar face surrounded by so many strangers .
β me , too . β he grins , visibly more relaxed now . β i'm , uh , not too big on parties , so 's good t' know at least one person here . β a loose shrug . β figured i could use more interaction aside from my aunt 'n my professors -- i know , super cool a' me , right ? β
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maybe ,Β asΒ aΒ bonusΒ β¦Β heΒ criesΒ likeΒ aΒ stupidΒ littleΒ baby .
ππ·π΄ πΆπΎπΎπ³ πΏπ»π°π²π΄ .
π· βΈ» peter stifles a laugh through red fabric of his mask , peers down at the team of robbers who must think themselves to be oh , so clever . he rolls up his mask & takes a quick swig of water before the fun begins , tosses the bottle into a trash can floors below them . β y'know , can't say i've ever made anyone cry b'fore , but it's real cute when they beg me not t' hit 'em . β
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