#earthlost

[syvaer]

sometimes you have to be okay with what i don't want to tell you. - pete to harry bye

“ pete, it's fine. i'm SORRY i asked. ” there's a layer of hurt in his voice, in the undertones of his response. it's not like he's pete's babysitter, at any rate. it's just . . . sometimes he disappears from class. sometimes he answers a call and there's banging in the background. sometimes his explanations seem so finicky. there's a level to PETER PARKER that harry just doesn't have access to, and while he wants it, he learned very quickly in life that sometimes, what you want, and what you get from it, are two different things.

harry leans back, arms resting on the top steps of the stoop at MAY'S HOUSE. astoria is calm compared to his dad's penthouse. the trees sway in the breeze here, a faint whistle of the wind through a valley of homes. he wonders what in his life would be different if his mother were still here. would they have moved to somewhere calmer? “ you can keep your secrets, parker. i'll just tell everyone you're some SUPER SPY doing secret government projects. ”

[syvaer]

i'm opposed to baby vegetables, categorically. - Tony to Mari

“ we're getting off topic, that's not what i ASKED you. i wanted to know if you could help me track him. ” marinette sits farther back in the couch, staring at the tech that surrounds her. STARK INDUSTRIES is . . . bigger than anything she's seen in paris, that's for sure. no one there had this kind of technology — no instead, they had some ancient alien magick wreaking HAVOC on her city. gabriel agreste had maybe something close to some of this, with some of the insane designs he had coming out lately. but NEW YORK is a different breed entirely: it feels so much more cramped. she can't imagine fighting an akuma on these streets. even with the ladybug cure, she doesn't know what kind of casualties she could inflict here.

a subconscious shiver; she hopes hawkmoth NEVER gets it in his head to cross the sea. tikki ruffles around in her bag, waking up from her long nap, and marinette adjusts her pack so it's a little more comfortable for her KWAMI. “ but also, is that how you live? baby vegetables are my life: baby corn, baby carrots. that makes me SO SAD for you, you don't even like baby cucumbers? ”

[trashm0uth]

what are you suggesting ? / from lance

RICHIE TOZIER HAS NEVER BEEN ONE TO BEAT AROUND THE BUSH . a seemingly natural occurrence when the brain - to - mouth filter never got fucking connected to begin with . richie has a thought , he says the thought , & he awaits whatever reaction ( sometimes good , mostly appalled , almost always baffled with his ability to just fucking say the shit that he does ) will come from said thought . this , however , this is one thought that had been festering in his mind , growing each & every time it's just him & lance & the fucking chaos they ensue solely by being within the same space . tonight is no different . richie's apartment has been alive with the loud swears & threats shouted at one another amid competitive gameplay , various snacks littering the coffee table along with his bong . thank fuck that stanley was out for the night doing stanley things , probably to avoid exactly what this night had to offer when you & lance fucking exist together .

street fighter theme plays lowly in the background , controllers sat on the arm rest of the couch , & you've only just begun to slip into a comfortable high when the temptation arises again . it's there , at the back of your mind , nearly every time he's near . ( similar to the thoughts you've had of eddie . eddie , with his stupidly kissable - looking lips & his stupid fucking pretty face & his stupid fucking girlfriend that serves as a stupid fucking reminder of what you'll never fucking have , you stupid fuck ! )

thoughts of lance are less . . . well , whatever the fuck you feel toward eddie is . lance is hot as fuck , he matches your humor & makes your goddamn stomach cramp from the laughter pulled all night , & you find yourself wondering if his lips would feel any better than the girls you've kissed before had . at least the thought of kissing him actually fucking makes your body react . . . the suggestion had been coated in something easy to pass off as a joke , but the look in lance's eyes tells you that he'd be willing to be serious if you were .

you laugh , if only to expel that goddamn set of nerves , & it makes way for a new aura of confidence . THANK FUCK FOR BEING HIGH ! tongue swipes across bottom lip & shoulders roll into a shrug , moving your phone to the coffee table before lifting your body to plop down in the space directly beside him . " i'm suggesting , lance , since apparently i gotta fucking spell it out ! " teasing in nature , bit of a sing - song to your voice , & you lean into his space , dopey grin ever present as you look at him through heavy - lidded eyes . " i'm suggesting that you take advantage of this moment and fucking kiss me before i change my mind . "

[racointeur3]

" soooo , michael , come here often ? " glass of spiked eggnog is held between your hands and you lean against the outside of the doorframe , corners of your lips curl upward into a smirk . this was . . . definitely something . what's that saying again ? when one door closes , another one opens . seems to be the case when it comes to @earthlost & your fucking endless opportunities to get right the fuck under his skin . if anything , he makes it too goddamn easy . " y'know , if you wanted to kiss me , you didn't have to stand underneath this & make a whole show outta it while you wait for me to just so happen to walk by . " sip of your drink is taken & an exaggerated sigh of approval leaves you before shoulders lift into a shrug . " but tradition is tradition , wheelbarrow . c'mon , pucker up . " step closer & you pucker your own as you playfully lean in , laughter itching at the back of your throat .

[racointeur1]

YOUR     DORM     ROOM      HAD      BEEN      ALIVE      WITH     COMPETITIVENESS.        the      rushed     tapping    of    buttons    &     frustrated    huffs    &     groans    &     verbal     protests    filling     the     air      as     you     fought     one     another     on       screen.       the     score    was    an    even      split     that     you      were     determined     to      shift     into     your     own     sweet     victory.       sore     loser    was     just     another     title     tacked     onto     you     and     like,      so     what???      who      doesn’t    like    to     win?         you     shift     in     your     position     on     the     couch      to     lean     forward     more,      bony    elbows    digging     into     your     thighs     and     your     focus     is      intense    on     the     screen    ahead    of     you.        one     miss     click      (     yes,    a     miss    click!     that’s    all     that     happened!     you    had    @earthlost    otherwise!     )      &     your     character    goes    flying    out    of     frame,      marking     your     defeat.       

“dude!      no,     that     was,      i     literally     had      you!      that    wasn’t     fair!”       you     huff     out    a     breath     that’s    a     little     too     dramatic,      practically    expelling     all     air    from     your     lungs    as    your     head     falls     back     against     the     cushion.      you    stare    blankly    at    the    ceiling,     an      annoyance     festering    as     you     listen     to     lance     boast     at      your     side.      eyes     roll      and     head     turns     to     look     at     him.       it’s     then     that     it     really    registers      just     how    close    he    actually    is,      and     it      might   as    well     have    been    a    jump     scare     from     the    way     your     heart    almost    leaps    out    of    your     chest.     

“yeah,     yeah.   you     won,       big     deal.      do     you     want     like    a     cookie    or     something?”       sarcasm     comes     out    like    second     nature,     framed     by     the     mild     annoyance    at     your     loss,      &      masks     the     nervousness     you     suddenly    feel      from      being    so     close    to     him.       realistically,      you     could    just     scoot    over.      it’d     increase     the     distance,      lighten    the    air,        maybe    even     stop     the    way     your    eyes    drop     down     to     the     unbearably     annoying    curve    of    arrogance     present     on     lance’s     mouth.      “what    are    you     doing    anyway?    why    are    you     so    ----”     but    he’s     talking    again     before    you    can     blame     the    lack    of    space     on     him.

“ let’s just call this what it is… just really close talking. ”

it     stuns     you      momentarily.       makes     you     blink      a     few     times,     and     then     brows     are     furrowing     for     curiosity     to       mold     into      frustration.      irritation,    maybe?       it’s    all     the    same    when    it    comes     to     him.        hand    lifts     to     press     into      lance’s     chest    and    shove    him     backward      lightly,      a    scowl     pressing     into     your     face.       “yeah,      too     close.       can    we    just    get    back     to     the     game?     i’m     calling     a     do    -     over.” 

[racointeur1]

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

knee     is      drawn      into     chest     and     arm      is     loosely     wrapped     around     himself,      head     canted    slightly     back     to     glance     up      at      @earthlost.        his     face      is       alight       with      the      thrill     of     it,       bill     can     see     the     excitement     in      his     eyes     &      can     hear     the     passion     in      his     voice     as     he     speaks     about     his    latest      dnd     campaign.            hands     are     used     too,      bringing     the     story     to     life     before     him.       (      not     that      he      needs      to.      bill’s     imagination     could    do    it     well     enough    on     its     own,      but     there’s   a    certain     swell    in     his     chest      as     he     watches     mike    do     it    for     him     that    makes    him     never     want     him     to      stop.      )        

softness     touches     features    as     bill     watches,      bright    blues    following    mike     to     keep    up     with     the     story    &      his    lips     curl.       he     feels     fucking    mesmerized,     and     it’s     because    he    is.       when    he     thinks     back      to     the      mike    he    had    met    and     the    mike    he    has    now,        the     mike     who’s     his     boyfriend,       bill      feels     that     flutter    right    beneath    his     ribcage,      the     butterflies    taking    their     flight     within     his     stomach.        it’s     mike’s     rambles     that     pull     him      back      into     reality,      and     if     his     dumbfounded     expression     says      anything    .     .      . 

“mike.”       bill     starts,      lips    pursing     to      conceal     the     smile     that     threatens    to     pull     onto     his     lips,     and    he     shifts    to     sit     up     on      his    knees.      motion     given     for      him      to     come     closer      and     when    he     does,      bill      reaches     up     to     grasp     at     his    jaw     and    pull     him     down.      the     kiss    is    quick.       quick      because     bill’s     proving    a    point     and    it’s     way     too     easy     to    get    lost     in      kissing     mike     wheeler.        he     locks     eyes     with     mike     after,      smile     touching     his    lips     then.      “you     better    keep    going.”

[racointeur1]

❛ Do I know you? ‘Cause you look a lot like my next boyfriend. ❜

the    smile    that    pulls    at    the    edges    of    your    lips    and    soon    lights    your    entire    face    is    inevitable,    and    a    breathy    laugh    accompanies    it    soon    after,    red    solo    cup    lingering    against    your    bottom    lip    as    you    flicker    your    gaze    over    to    @earthlost.    sip    is    taken    from    the    cup    and    then    you    place    it    down    on    the    counter    you    lean    against,    pushing    yourself    off    of    it    after    to    lessen    the    distance    between    the    two    of    you.    "does    this    mean    richie's    about    to    be    out    of    the    picture?"    your    chest    bumps    lightly    against    his    arm    as    you    lean    into    him    at    his    side,    letting    soft,    playful    words    out    against    the    shell    of    his    ear    over    the    bass    of    the    music.    "'cause    not    even    gonna    lie,    dude,    i    like    .    .    .    was    totally    getting    the    same    vibes    from    you."

[racointeur1]

[    RECIEVED:     @earthlost    ]    I miss u 

[    RECIEVED:     Mike.    ]     are u at home?

[     SENT:     Mike.    ]       Obviously... It’s midnight, Mike.

[      SENT:      Mike.     ]      Are you okay?