#dazedreams

[sunflowerrz]

[oldmcncy]

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Now that she didn’t feel so guilty about sneaking into his apartment to cook for him, Charlotte spent most of the morning cooking breakfast. It was a feast, and it had taken her a long time to get everything ready, but she believed Darcy deserved it. Hoping he was still sleeping, she carried the tray towards his room. After placing it on top of one of his bedside tables, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of his head, though she didn’t have the heart to properly wake him up. 

[kingdomofgcld]

@dazedreams // life in luxury

Peter had been to the tower many times before. The avengers frequented it regularly, too, and had more meetings in the living room than he could count. It was a place of comfort for them. Of peace. So he supposed he should’ve expected Tony to invite him to live there at some point or another. And, given the timing, he certainly couldn’t blame him. He’d only just gotten back from what people were calling the soul stone. He hadn’t acclimated to life on earth again yet. He was still terrified of not being around Darcy. Tony was just worried about him and wanted him to be where he could protect him. Thankfully, that offer extended both to Peter’s boyfriend and his aunt. Aunt May had her own floor in the tower, taking over Clint’s, as he’d moved out to the farm with his family, which was fine. Peter had learned that he’d always had his own floor, Tony had just been waiting to offer.

Peter looked around the room, eyeing the no doubt expensive sheets and the large window overlooking New York. “Are you okay with this?” Peter asked for the umpteenth time, soft brown eyes focusing on Darcy’s face. Peter was just concerned that he was uprooting Darcy, pulling him away from where he wanted to be. Living at Stark Tower was temporary, he knew. Tony just wanted to see him be normal again. And the older man needed to recover himself, too. Peter went back to scanning the room, a little amused that it was subtly colored after his Spider-Man suit, with blues and reds. The flatscreen facing the bed on the opposite wall was a little much, though. He tugged Darcy with him over to the bed, running his hand over the material. Expensive. But soft. He was endlessly thankful for that, at least, considering he was very particular about sheets and thread count now that he was so sensitive.

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In spite of Santiago’s beliefs clashing with his own, Darcy considered the other to be a fairly good friend. He wasn’t the type of person who talked a lot about his sexuality – he didn’t exactly cover himself in bisexual pride pins, nor did he attend any parades or frequent any gay bars – but he talked about it even less around Santiago, not wanting to cause an argument or any friction between the two of them. After a relatively simple but satisfying day of cleaning his apartment and getting some laundry done, he’d responded to a couple of texts and ended up heading over to the other’s to relax and watch a movie. Overly cliché romantic comedies and low-budget horror flicks were his favorite and they were always ripe for picking through and laughing at.

“This has got to be sponsored,” he commented, leaning against the wall and grinning at the screen they were watching. “There’s no way anyone would wear a Mountain Dew shirt in that shade of green. He looks like a highlighter!” He fell quiet as the hero of the movie threw himself at his love interest, a soft piano melody bursting from the speakers. Darcy hadn’t initially noticed the other’s touch until he turned to look at Santiago and realized that their faces were mere inches apart. Automatically, he closed his eyes and started to respond to the kiss he’d found himself caught in, close-mouthed and somewhat short. Only seconds passed before he jerked back, surprise written all across his face as he reached up to rub his thumb across his lips. “What was that?”

santiago was confused when he didn’t feel those lips against him anymore and realized that his friend had pulled back from him. he opened his eyes and pulled his hand from his friend’s thigh as if burned. “i-i...” he tried to get something out but his brain was still trying to catch up to what he had just done and what that all meant. how would he explain that he wasn’t gay, that he couldn’t do this but that he was attracted to him? “fuck.” santiago said and ran his fingers through his slightly curly hair. he rarely, if ever, swore but right now, he felt that he was already up to his eyebrows in sin, he might as well just drown in it. he didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing, just looking away from him and running his fingers through his hair again as if that would solve anything as if that would magically make him think of the right words to explain this away. sadly, he didn’t think that there were any.

[thestarryeyesx]

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“Oh, come on! That guy was not hitting on me.” Emily was normally clueless when guys were trying to flirt with her, normally she just thought they were just extra friendly. 

[kingdomofgcld]

Darcy.....really wasn’t happy, to say the least. Whoops? Peter hadn’t meant to get beat up the way he did. How was he supposed to know the other man had powers??? Spidey sense only helped so much, after all. And it wasn’t like it actually told him anything. Other than ‘danger!!! Danger!!!!! Danger!!!!!!!!!’ Which really wasn’t helpful. It was like his anxiety had evolved.

So that was probably how he’d gotten his face slammed into the pavement a few times. Which definitely hurt. Like a lot. He had some healing abilities, though, so it wasn’t as bad as it should have been for anyone else. But that didn’t mean Darcy wasn’t upset with him. The nineteen year old was perched on a counter in Darcy’s kitchen, letting the older man patch up his face.

Peter had brought extra bandaids, as a bribe for the many times Darcy complained about running out of them because of him. “It was an accident,” peter grumbled, trying to explain himself. Any movement made his bruises hurt. They’d be gone in a few hours, though. Frankly, he didn’t even really know why he had Darcy patch him up. Or he did, he just didn’t want to think about how much he liked the intimacy. “He wasn’t supposed to have powers. And I wasn’t supposed to become acquainted with the sidewalk. But I’m fine, Darcy, really.” He was almost pleading, giving him a small smile. Ouch.

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[kingdomofgcld]

soft // @dazedreams

It was one of those evenings. One where they had built the blanket fort in the living room, though the TV was still visible. They’d ordered takeout, just waiting for it to arrive. Darcy had had a long week at work and Peter knew he was stressed. So they were spending an evening just doing...nothing. They’d spend it curled up with each other, not worrying about anything, and likely talking about the future.

Peter had stolen one of Darcy’s hoodies, ignoring how it dwarfed him and made him look that more more like a child. He pressed the remote into Darcy’s hand, the two of them tangled up together in the blanket fort, Raven tucked up against them. “Choose the movie?” He asked quietly, kissing at the side of his neck, lips curving into a smile. Evenings like this were his favourite. He didn’t have to worry about patrolling or the city or anyone being in danger. It was just him and the man he loved.

It wasn’t entirely stress free, though. Peter wanted to broach the subject of moving in together. Granted, peter spent more time at Darcy’s place than May’s, now, and his things had somehow migrated to the apartment, but he wanted to ask officially. Before he fully considered Darcy’s apartment to be home. Logically, he knew they were already in it for the long haul. Darcy had gotten them a cat. They had a little baby together, as Peter put it. Darcy wouldn’t mind peter moving in. Hopefully.

He wanted to bring up Spider-Man, too. His patrols had kept him out late most of that week, with peter coming in past midnight and half collapsing into bed immediately out of exhaustion with injuries ranging from mild scrapes to bruising all along his right side. It stressed Darcy out. He could see it on his face, the way his expression went tight. He wanted to just talk to him about it again. Remind him that it wasn’t negotiable and just...talk it over. Peter felt bad, he really did. And maybe they could work something out so he wasn’t out so late. But all in all, the evening was stress free.