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#πŸ•Έ . ❜ β‡’ πš…: 𝙸 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 . / 03.
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β€œwhat the hell’s going on with you? seriously. what’s going on?” / may
π™°π™½π™Άπš‚πšƒ π™Ώπšπ™Ύπ™Όπ™Ώπšƒπš‚ .
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πŸ•· 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 .
❝ please , aunt may , please , jus' drop it ! there's -- ❞ there's nothing going on ! ❝ ya' don't understand -- ! ❞ you don't understand why i can't tell you ! ❝ i don't want t' shut you out ! okay ? i - i don't , i neva' did , i jus' -- i can't . . . ❞ 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 . ❝ here . open it up . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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@hobgobln liked !
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πŸ•· βΈ» ❝ 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 ! ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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@freedmfighter sent : πŸ’¬
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πŸ•· βΈ» ❝ alright , okay , we'll do this your way -- but i can't promise there won't be mild complaining . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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❛  youΒ  areΒ  soΒ  prettyΒ  andΒ  iΒ  likeΒ  youΒ  soΒ  much !  ❜
πš†πšˆπ™½π™Ύπ™½π™½π™° π™΄π™°πšπ™Ώ .
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πŸ•· 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 . ❝ ya' think 'm pretty ? ❞ he says this only half in jest , bats his thick lashes at his boyfriend & chews his lip before giving him a nudge . ❝ i like you , too , idiot . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œ just tell me what you need. let me give it to you? ”
π™°π™΅π™΅π™΄π™²πšƒπ™Έπ™Ύπ™½π™°πšƒπ™΄ π™Ώπšπ™Ύπ™Όπ™Ώπšƒπš‚ .
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πŸ•· βΈ» ❝ well , unless ya’ can bring back my parents , perce , i dunno β€˜f there’s much ya’ can do . ❞ 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 . ❝ wh - what about uncle ben ? or george stacy ? or gwen ? ❞ 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€œ sorrys ” while he moves to close the gap between them in a few wide strides . large arms wrap around her waist β€” almost too tightly . ❝ sorry . sorry , β€˜m sorry . i - i’m not mad at you , honey . β€˜m not mad at you . . . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œ you are what’s important right now. β€œ / mj
π™·πš„πšπšƒ / π™²π™Ύπ™Όπ™΅π™Ύπšπšƒ .
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πŸ•· βΈ» ❝ i . . . m.j. , ❞ 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 . ❝ 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 . . . ❞ 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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cityshope Β· 2 years
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@miscxllany liked !
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πŸ•· βΈ» ❝ you matter t' me , ❞ gooey affection sweetens eyes with the hue of honey , touches his smile with the same sentiment as he squeezes slender fingers in his own . ❝ simple 'n plain 'n not much t' ask from . . . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œΒ  heyβ€” look at me.Β  you can talk to me.Β  ”
π™²π™Ύπ™½π™΅πšπ™Ύπ™½πšƒπ™°πšƒπ™Έπ™Ύπ™½πš‚ .
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πŸ•· 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 .
❝ don't worry about it , a'right ? 'm just missin' my uncle t'day , that's all . ❞ that's not entirely a lie . he's always missing uncle ben .
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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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
π™½πš‚π™΅πš† π™Όπ™΄π™Όπ™΄πš‚ .
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πŸ•· βΈ» fond chuckle rumbles in his chest -- just beneath spider symbol -- heats up her glossy lips once past his . ❝ 'scuse me for bein' a stickler for comfort , cat . ❞ 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 . ❝ enlighten me . . . is this rooftop on your list ? ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ / mary jane
πš‚πš„π™±πšƒπ™»π™΄ πš‚π™Όπš„πšƒ .
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πŸ•· βΈ» intrigued , surprised & aroused all at once , brows jump & fall back into place while a sly , toothy grin spreads on peter’s lips . he’s not sure what prompted this . . . but it’s mary jane & he very quickly decides he doesn’t care . peter’s 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 . ❝ in that case , mary jane , ❞ he begins low & velvety in her ear , teeth grazing the shell of it . ❝ you’d better not think about what β€˜m gonna do t’ you when we get home . ❞ 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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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œ kiss me again β€” but don't stop this time. β€œ
π™³π™Ύπ™Όπ™΄πš‚πšƒπ™Έπ™² π™Ίπ™Έπš‚πš‚π™΄πš‚ .
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πŸ•· 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 .
❝ yes ma'am , ❞ 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 . ❝ ohh , you're so perfect , honey , ❞ another kiss -- chaste in contrast to his actions -- large hands cradling her face . ❝ you're so fuckin' perfect . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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❛  clockΒ  isΒ  ticking ,Β  spider - man .  ❜
πš†πšˆπ™½π™Ύπ™½π™½π™° π™΄π™°πšπ™Ώ .
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πŸ•· 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 . ❝ where . . . is . . . she ? ❞ 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 . ❝ where's m.j. ? ! ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œΒ  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.Β  ”
πšƒπ™·π™΄ π™Όπ™Ύπšπ™½π™Έπ™½π™Ά π™°π™΅πšƒπ™΄πš .
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πŸ•· 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 . ❝ there . problem solved . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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youΒ  don’tΒ  justΒ  getΒ  toΒ  quitΒ  this ,Β  peter .
πšƒπ™·π™΄ 𝙢𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 .
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πŸ•· 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 . ❝ gwen , ❞ he pushes off easy , the current calm & clear thus far . ❝ 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 , ❞
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 . ❝ 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 . . . ❞ 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 . ❝ that you'll end up hurt . or worse . 's just . . . ❞
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 : ❝ 's jus' somethin' 'm gonna have t' learn t' get over , i guess . ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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β€œΒ Β i’m glad you came.Β  ”
π™°π™΅π™΅π™΄π™²πšƒπ™Έπ™Ύπ™½π™°πšƒπ™΄ π™Ώπšπ™Ύπ™Όπ™Ώπšƒπš‚ .
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πŸ•· 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 .
❝ me , too . ❞ he grins , visibly more relaxed now . ❝ i'm , uh , not too big on parties , so 's good t' know at least one person here . ❞ a loose shrug . ❝ figured i could use more interaction aside from my aunt 'n my professors -- i know , super cool a' me , right ? ❞
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cityshope Β· 2 years
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maybe ,Β  asΒ  aΒ  bonusΒ  …  heΒ  criesΒ  likeΒ  aΒ  stupidΒ  littleΒ  baby .
πšƒπ™·π™΄ 𝙢𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 .
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πŸ•· 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 . ❝ 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 . ❞
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