#🕸 . ❜ ⇢ 𝚅: 𝙸 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 . / 03.

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@freedmfighter sent : 💬

🕷 ⸻ ❝ alright , okay , we'll do this your way -- but i can't promise there won't be mild complaining . ❞

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🕷 ⸻ ❝ 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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“  hey— look at me.  you can talk to me.  ”

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ 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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" a bed? who needs a bed? i can think of thousands of different places before we'd ever need a bed... " / felicia

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ 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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❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ / mary jane

𝚂𝚄𝙱𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 .

🕷 ⸻ 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 — 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 — 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 ‘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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“ kiss me again — but don't stop this time. “

𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ 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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“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “ / may :)

𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 .

🕷 ⸻ all around them is fire , pillars of smoke , screams & sirens — F.E.A.S.T. , a sanctuary to this never - sleeping city , is burning — but peter can’t bring himself to care about any of it . he’s gone blind to flaming destruction around them . all that matters to him now is the one thing he prayed he’d never see . not like this . she should be so much older than this with silver hair & deeper etched wrinkles outlining her warm smile ; she should be in a hospital bed with him cradling her fragile hand as she slips off to sleep . not crushed beneath burning debris — ash & sparks settling around her hair like a dance between snow & stars .

peter’s carefully slotted an arm under her shoulders to prop up her head in his lap , smooths back frazzled hair while he hushes her through hot & salty tears . hushes her in a futile attempt to conserve her dying fumes . hushes her because he doesn’t want to hear this . no more last words . no more goodbyes . no more funerals . no more .

❝ no , aunt may , n - no , stop it — please ! ❞ his mask is long gone , forgotten . he doesn’t care who sees his face . his face , looking into the one that had begun to blend with that of his mother’s , damp with tears , contorted with the agony of a horrified child who can only watch as his worst nightmare unfolds . ❝ pl - please don’t leave me , aunt may — ❞ he sobs through thin breaths tainted by thick smoke . feels as though he , too , may collapse into rubble . ❝ i need you . . . ! ❞

poor peter parker . no mother . no father . no uncle . no aunt . all alone .

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“what the hell’s going on with you? seriously. what’s going on?” / may

𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ 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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🕷 ⸻ ❝ 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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@greatpromise !

🕷 ⸻ just like old times , knuckles rap on her dorm room window , peering in from his perch . ❝ 'scuse me , miss stacy ? yeah , i'm - i'm jus' makin' my rounds here 'n i - i got a message from uh , peter . . . parker t' pass along t' you ! ❞

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🕷 ⸻ heightened senses immediately hone in on gwen's fluttering eyelids from where she lays upon a hospital bed ( no thanks to him ) & the boy all but launches himself to meet her side . he ghosts fingers across her cheeks & flattened golden hair , feels tears rush to brown eyes .

❝ gwen . . . ? oh , god , gwen , can you hear me ? ❞

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@tragicheir gets more pain !

🕷 ⸻ goblin's cackle booms off of clock tower walls -- mocks floods of tears & scrapes at his ears like harsh nails on a chalkboard . peter's face turns to stone , teeth clenched so tightly they're sure to turn to dust . he looks to the now lifeless form of his love in his arms , watches hot tears fall & form pools on her skin before swiping trail of blood from her nose with his thumb . he'll touch his forehead to hers for a final time as she's gingerly laid at his feet -- presses a kiss there .

peter rises to a stand with fingers balled into fists , scanning for the being whose possessed his friend . ❝ the hell're you laughin' at , huh ? ! ❞ he bellows . movement in the shadows catches a careful eye , quick to catch prey in his webs ; with a sharp yank , peter brings the goblin crashing down to his level -- creates a tremor in the earth -- & presses a knee to armored chest . he grabs a fistful of platinum hair & yanks , directs mangled face to look upon that of the dead beside him . ❝ you laughin' at her ? ! ❞ webbing lifts the goblin up -- circles him around like he's nothing -- throws him into a wall when released . long legs leap & send peter to cage his opponent between his arms . brown eyes burn like a smoldering forest . he could kill him . he's never wanted to harm a kind soul . . . but this isn't harry . & whatever soul he has seems to have been poisoned . tone trembles with the anger that infects him -- words dangerously low : ❝ she was the love of my life -- and you killed her ! ❞ he slams goblin's skull against metal -- ❝ you killed her ! ❞

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@greatpromise wants some fluff !

🕷 ⸻ ❝ 'm gonna marry you someday , gwen stacy . 'n i gotta tell you , i - i've never been too sure about what i wanted my future t' be , but lately . . . whenever i picture it , you're right there with me . ❞

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@knghtlock wants some fluff !

🕷 ⸻ ❝ quit movin' , ❞ comes mirthful chuckle as noses brush . ❝ or i'm gonna lose count . ❞ then it's back to planting patches of kisses over her freckles .

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❛  you  are  so  pretty  and  i  like  you  so  much !  ❜

𝚆𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙿 .

🕷 ⸻ 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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“ just tell me what you need. let me give it to you? ”

𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 .

🕷 ⸻ ❝ well , unless ya’ can bring back my parents , perce , i dunno ‘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 — 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 “ sorrys ” while he moves to close the gap between them in a few wide strides . large arms wrap around her waist — almost too tightly . ❝ sorry . sorry , ‘m sorry . i - i’m not mad at you , honey . ‘m not mad at you . . . ❞