#c; peter

[wexarexmadxhere-archive]

@mxrvelouscreations continued from here. || August & Peter

“Ah, I see.” He nods softly. “So you don’t want anyone to see you kissing a guy until you tell me.” He hums softly before looking around. “We can go somewhere more private and you can kiss me all you want there.” He nods as he looked at August. “Come on.” He nods towards the door as he started to walk away. 

[wendyskies]

where; the alchemy shop with; @xkilljxy​

the little jingle of the bell tied to the door frame let wendy know from the back of the shop that someone had entered. “I am telling you that I was totally floored. I swear! I have just never in my entire life seen someone who looked so disturbingly like a plimby. little bitty spindly legs and this great, big, round belly, and their nose was all the way up between their vacant little eyes which incidentally would not stop looking at my ti- oh, hello.” wendy stopped short and clapped their mouth quickly closed when she came around the shelf corner and face to face with peter. “you are not who I thought you were.” she laughed awkwardly. “oh my goodness. I am so, so sorry about that. how can I help you today?”

[antigoneawake]

where; the ministry with; @xkilljxy​

“excuse me.” tig rapped her knuckles three solid times on the doorframe to the office. she stuck her head inside the door and looked around the room with a wide-eyed curiosity. she didn’t get to go outside her department very much. her teal eyes seemed to finally settle on the actual person inside the room. tig smiled. “excuse me, are you mr. pettigrew?”

[dorcasrises]

where; diagon alley with; @xkilljxy​

the sun had long since set on the cobblestone path of diagon alley. dorcas should be back at home, but she wasn’t. instead she sat on the sidewalk, looking up at the barely visible stars above her. a bottle clutched possessively in her hand. it had, admittedly, been a rough few weeks. she wished that she could be happy to see a familiar face. “hey petey. s’been a minute.”

[thatmabwrites]

“peter parker. I can’t believe you stood me up last night.” felicia purred the words when he came into view. “I waited for an hour before I gave up and went home. where were you?”

[bvtchisback]

(¸.• ♛ → finally she was on that building, right now allison was freezing but at least she was breathing and safe so that’s always what it counts. the brunette just sat down on one of those chairs, trying to just catch her breath there, not really looking if someone was around here. right now she was just worried about finding familiar faces around here to help or just to make sure that they were okay.

@alwaysthealpha​ liked for a starter!

[redefinereality]

@newfistofhydra gets Peter yeeted at her

“Go to HQ, Peter. You have to hide. Get out of the city.” Aunt May’s voice rang in his head, mixed with Jonah Jameson’s voice echoing the accusations. He’d been outed, he was wanted for murder. He was a fugitive now.

Getting out of the city and to the Avenger’s Headquarters without transportation was not the easiest, but he was in his suit and it wasn’t like he could just... take a taxi. Of course, calling somebody to pick him up would have been the smart thing to do, but in his panic, he hadn’t even thought about that.

Reaching the building finally, he tugged off his mask to pass through the security features, heading into the building to find it... shockingly empty.

“Crap. Crapcrapcrap,” he repeated, the tension obvious in his voice as he made his way into the main living area. His heart was thudding impossibly hard in his chest and he could barely catch his breath. “FUCK!” Not knowing what to do, or how to handle the stress filling him, he checked his mask across the room, desperate for an outlet.

[aforestofcanons]

@withinycu​ has seen through the Looking Glass

     Even if it’s improper, Alice stares at the person across the way from her– eyes narrowing slightly as she focuses in on them. She knows she’s seen them somewhere before, but it’s as if the memory is in another world; locked behind the looking glass, so to speak. Still, her memory of them isn’t as they are now, but as they were once upon a time, in another world. 

     Oh dear, I’m making no sense at all again, aren’t I? Come now, Alice, they’re just another person, and it doesn’t hurt to ask. 

     Disobeying the customs of the time, she approaches the person without proper introduction, and begins, “Do forgive the interruption– but I feel as if I know you. But– not as you are now. As you were a long time ago, in another world, if that makes any proper sense.” Her brow furrows, trying to make proper sense of that statement herself before continuing, “I would’ve been a child as well, if that clears up any confusion you may be experiencing.”