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collaspingheart:

itsybitsyparker:

“If it happens, I can’t help it. I have to let nature take its course.” He leaned into his touch, sighing softly before pulling back. “I’m scared.”

“Me too.” Peter admitted, burying his head in his hands. “Screw nature, honestly, just fuck it all.” He growled in annoyance, in fear, in anger, in literally all the emotions.

"I'm too young. There's so much I haven't done yet. I don't want to go. I'm not ready."

collaspingheart:

itsybitsyparker:

collaspingheart:

“I will. Don’t encourage me. I’ll rip all these tubes and sensors off of me and we’ll throw down in the hallway.” He pulled his hand away and coughed into his hand, wiping what came up onto his blankets. “Peter, I can’t just hold off the inevitable. I’m eventually going to have to let go.”

“I know.” Peter admitted because he was an optimist but also a realist. He left Ethan’s hand be in favor of playing with his hair. “But not yet alright? You’re not going to let go yet.” He pressed another teasing kiss, this time to the tip of his nose. “And also, don’t do that. You need those tubes and sensors.”

"If it happens, I can't help it. I have to let nature take its course." He leaned into his touch, sighing softly before pulling back. "I'm scared."

bowstrung:

“Worse yet, they get into the wrong hands. Not everyone can get away with touching these.” And it made him what Ethan was. Was he a mundane with the sight then? Because he had a glamour rune on, he shouldn’t be able to see him. Alec blinked at the mention of the rune.

“Eh, it’s nothing special. Just a design a friend of mine and myself came up with.” He shrugged. The truth was, Jace had expertly drawn the rune on him because parabatai runes were the strongest. “Say uh….you haven’t seen anything weird around here, have you?” He asked, hoping that would help him figure out what the other man was.

“I must be special if I could pick them up no problem.” He blinked before shrugging slightly, letting his hands slip into his pockets. There was something different about the other, the seemingly inked marks across his skin unlike the tattoos he had seen before.

“It’s pretty cool. Think he could put one or two on me?” He rocked on his heels fora few moments before lifting his gaze to the other. “Actually yeah. Saw some blonde guy with things like you go running down the street. I thought he kinda looked like me, but I think I might just be crazy.”

#bowstrung

collaspingheart:

“I’m not lying. You know I’m not. I’ll rip off this stuff outta me and fight you in the hallway.” He attempted to laugh, the sound being replaced with a cough as he turned his head away.

“I know and so… so was I in my own way. Don’t cry, nerd. I’ll call the cops, I swear to god.”

“Go on.” Peter challenged, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Let them try and tear me away from you.” He squeezed Ethan’s hand, wincing as the boy coughed. “I’m going to find a cure, I am so close.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s knuckles. “Just hold out a little longer for me okay?”

"I will. Don't encourage me. I'll rip all these tubes and sensors off of me and we'll throw down in the hallway." He pulled his hand away and coughed into his hand, wiping what came up onto his blankets. "Peter, I can't just hold off the inevitable. I'm eventually going to have to let go."

“L-liar.” Peter choked out, burrowing his head in Ethan’s shoulder. He never once let go of the other boy’s hand, afraid that if he did, if he stopped touching him for one moment he’d slip away. “You know you won’t….” He whispered helplessly.

“Also, I’m a vigilante. Breaking the law is kinda my job.” He said, tears running down his cheeks serving to prove his point.

#itsybitsyparker #omg it's oookay

"I'm not lying. You know I'm not. I'll rip off this stuff outta me and fight you in the hallway." He attempted to laugh, the sound being replaced with a cough as he turned his head away.

"I know and so... so was I in my own way. Don't cry, nerd. I'll call the cops, I swear to god."

thefineartofbitchcraft:

( ℳ ♛ : @collaspingheart )

Madison was lost in her own little world until someone called out her name. All the other attempts to get her attention had failed. She didn’t even question how he knew her name because when you were pretty much Hollywood royalty like she was everyone knew who you were. He’d either taken a peek at her I.D.’s in the wallet her was returning or he recognized her.

At first, she’d thought he was just an obsessed fan wanting an autograph from her and was ready to shoo him off - she wasn’t in the mood. His words made her blink a bit as she looked at his outstretched hand. “And you are returning it?” The starlet wasn’t used to others doing nice things for her. “Most people would have just kept it…thank you.” It wasn’t something she was accustomed to saying.

“of course i am. why wouldn’t i return it?” he moved his hand slightly, her wallet still between his fingers. sure he needed whatever she had in here, but he couldn’t keep the contents and the wallet itself in good conscious. it went against every fiber of his being. “well i’m not most people. i promise everything’s still in there. you’re lucky i found it before someone else did.”

he rocked on his heels before pulling his inhaler out and taking a few puffs once she had taken the wallet. he had been trying to make last longer, not knowing when he’d be able to refill it again. “i don’t need a reward, in case you were wondering.”

#thefineartofbitchcraft

cheeseburgerfirst:

“I’m not giving you any kind of look. If you’re feeling guilty all on your own, that’s on you.”

“i’m only feeling guilty because you’re giving like a disapproving dad kinda look.”

#cheeseburgerfirst

like this for a starter

@cheeseburgerfirst

“don’t give me that look. how else would i have gotten the money? i can’t work anywhere.”

#cheeseburgerfirst

like this for a starter

thebrokengodofmischief:

“Still.. It’s mesmerizing. Different..”

“Okay, you’re starting to make me uncomfortable.”

#thebrokengodofmischief

@itsybitsyparker

“h-hey, chin up dude.”

he shifted slightly, being careful to not rip any tubes or sensors from his skin. he had gotten progressively worse, going from being able to a majority of things on his own to barely being able to do the most basic tasks. a hand moved to wipe under his nose, moving the oxygen tube that helped fill his lungs with the air he was unable to breathe on his own.

“if you get weepy i’m going to punch you on the arm.”

Peter took a shuddery breath, trying hard to blink away his tears. “You’re gonna have to punch me a lot then.” He grabs Ethan’s hand, wincing at how cold it was…..this wasn’t fair, he just got him, it wasn’t fair that he was going to lose him so soon! It just….wasn’t….fair.

He leaned down, brushing the boy’s sweaty hair away from his forehead and giving it a kiss. “-Because I’m a weepy person, you know me, one….um.” His voice cracked and it was suddenly hard to swallow around that lump in his throat. “b-big s-sap.”

"I will. I'll punch you until your arm bruises. No crying allowed here." He blinked before shifting again, attempting to get as comfortable as he can be considering the circumstances. He let his thumb trace along Peter's knuckles.

"I know, but no crying around. That's illegal here. Don't make me call the cops on you." He moved to wrap an arm around the other, hugging him as tight as he could. "I'll be okay, I promise."