#letnotbe

[venturoushearta]

@letnotbe​ asked  “   i  was  afraid  before ,   but  i’m  not  afraid  anymore .   ” (from rose)

“Really?” It surprises her a little. She hasn’t been travelling with them for all that long, still has to get used to all the FEAR that is out there amongst the joy and the adrenaline of all the adventures. She frowns as she considers it. “What’s changed? To make you not afraid?”

[sciencebuff]

Like  every  other  scientist-to-be,  Peter  Parker  was  stubborn  and  required  a  scientific  explanation  for  everything;  fate  was  an  illusion  and  the  timer  on  his  arm  meant  nothing.  There  was  not  one  perfect  person  for  him.  And  if  there  was,  it  wouldn’t  be  someone  he  never  met  before,  it  would  be  someone  he  would  grow  to  care  about,  someone  who  understood  him,  someone  like  Gwen  Stacy  from  school,  now  that  was  a  girl  one  could  spend  the  rest  of  their  life  with.

So  he  wore  long-sleeved  shirts,  didn’t  participate  in  conversations  about  soulmates,  even  if  it  meant  Flash  and  Harry  had  something  else  to  judge  him  for.  He  flirted,  he  went  on  dates  with  people  who  kept  longly  looking  at  the  time  running  out  on  their  own  clocks  and  gritted  his  teeth.  

Peter,  dear,  Mary  Jane  is  coming  over,  isn’t  it  time  you  two  finally  met?  Running  hand  through  his  hair,  trying  to  get  it  to  stay  in  place,  Peter  sighed.  Aunt  May  was  determined  to  have  him  meet  this  wonderful  niece  of  Anna  Watson  who  was  just  perfect  for  him.  Now,  he  loved  his  Aunt  May  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  world,  but  he  had  the  nagging  feeling  that  they  had  very  different  ideas  of  who  would  be  perfect  for  him.

   And  besides,  he  wasn’t  planning  on  meeting  anyone  today.  The  clock  on  his  arm  was  running  out,  he  was  late  already.  For  years  he  had  been  planning  on  being  completely  alone  when  the  clock  struck,  avoid  all  contact.  It  was  the  right  thing  to  do,  what  if  the  other  person  believed  in  soulmates?  Best  to  avoid  it  all.

❝  I  can’t,  Aunt  May!  Already  got  plans!  ❞

Oh,  Peter,  are  you  sure?  Just  wait  a  second,  let  me  look  at  you,  what  did  you  do  to  your  hair?  Age  had  nothing  on  his  aunt,  who  crossed  the  house  before  he  could  make  his  escape,  grabbing  him  by  the  collar  to  completely  change  how  he  did  his  hair,  parting  it  down  the  side  like  he  was  a  little  boy  still.  There,  much  better.  Don’t  you  look  handsome?

Softhearted,  he  didn’t  have  the  strength  in  him  to  be  mad.  His  shoulders  dropped  and  he  grinned,  shaking  his  head  at  her.  One  of  a  kind,  his  aunt.  ❝  Thank  you,  now  I  really  gotta  go,  now  I  know  she  is  coming,  but  I  can’t  be  late.  ❞  Opening  the  door  to  make  his  escape,  he  glances  at  the  clock  by  the  mantel,  time  slowing  down  as  the  arrow  finishes  its  course.

He  is  out  of  time.

Like  a  man  condemned,  Peter’s  gaze  shifts  back  to  the  threshold  where  a  woman  has  appeared.  ❝    Face  it,  Tiger.  You  just  hit  the  jackpot.  ❞  Heart  stutters  in  his  chest,  beating  so  loudly  it  feels  like  it’s  trying  to  get  out  [  uncle  ben  once  said  that  when  he  saw  may  for  the  first  time,  his  heart  leaped  out  of  his  chest  as  if  it  was  trying  to  go  home  ].  He  can’t  breath,  he  can’t  say  anything,  but  his  mind  churns  and  he  thinks  that  maybe  soulmates  aren’t  so  bad,  if  they  look  like  that.

@letnotbe​ asked: TIMER from mary jane

[sciencebuff]

Normally  Peter  would  describe  Mary  Jane’s  laughter  as  beautiful,  melodic,  like  chines  in  the  wind;  it  was  one  of  his  favorite  sounds,  so  full  of  life,  so  grand  that  you  just  couldn’t  look  away  from  her.  Even  her  tiny  giggles  could  stop  him  in  his  tracks,  eyes  immediately  searching  for  the  smile  that  accompanied  that  gorgeous  sound.  As  her  feet  dug  into  his  leg  and  she  rolled  in  the  couch,  phone  clasped  to  her  chest,  he  started  to  reassess  his  love  for  that  sound.  ❝  Can  you  knock  it  off?  It’s  been  a  day!  ❞ (@letnotbe)​

[sciencebuff]

Grabbing  her  by  the  shoulders,  Peter  spins  her  around,  pressing  his  cheek  to  her  temple  as  he  points  towards  the  billboard  that  had  gone  up  last  night.      ❝  Don’t  think  you  can  say  that  anymore,  Red.  ❞  Early  sunlight  streams  between  the  buildings,  the  evening’s  chill  still  settled  in  the  air,  and  even  as  most  New  Yorkers  still  struggled  to  get  out  of  bed,  Times  Square  was  buzzing  with  life,  all  under  the  careful  eye  of  Mary  Jane  Watson.    ❝  Look  at  you.  ❞

@letnotbe​ asked: ❝   reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated.   ❞ from mj

[sciencebuff]

❝  Do  you  want  me  to?  ❞  He  asks,  like  a  fool,  still  rooted  to  the  spot,  nervous  and  eager,  and  feeling  like  his  whole  life  was  going  to  change.  Maybe  he  shouldn’t  have  been  —  he  was  on  the  door  of  her  apartment,  her  third  order  this  week,  the  second  time  she  had  accidentally  ordered  extra,  so  he  had  to  help  her  finish  it.  He  suspected  (  he  knew  )  that  he  wasn’t  alone  in  this,  that  she  reciprocated  his  feelings;  it  was  one  thing  to  know,  it  was  another  to  make  the  first  move.  ❝  Because  I  can?  ❞  Her  perfume  fills  his  nostrils  as  he  steps  closer,  his  fingertips  discovering  that  the  skin  of  her  cheek  is  as  soft  as  it  seemed.    ❝  May  I?  ❞  Tongue  peaks  out  to  moisten  his  lips,  brown  hues  unlock  from  the  spell  of  her  eyes,  dropping  to  her  mouth.

   @letnotbe​ asked: “  well,  are you gonna make the first move or shall i? ” (from mj <3)

[lightofotherstars]

@letnotbe​ (for Rose)

When suggesting restaurants, Mickey purposefully does not suggest the place they went to the last time they were in Cardiff - well, in Cardiff together. He’d rather avoid memories of that argument, and the Slitheen, and how he’d slunk away without saying goodbye. No. He’s here for a fresh start. This time, he thinks, it’s gonna stick - no more bouncing between universes for him.

It is a bit weird though, if he’s being honest. Seeing Rose again after all this time. There was an hour or so at Canary Wharf - a year ago, for him - but otherwise it’s been, like, five years by his count. Wild. Wilder still: He doesn’t feel nervous when he’s getting ready, not like he used to. 

He is excited, though. Five years of absence and a few more years of confused yearning hasn’t taken away from the good memories they shared, not in his eyes. So Mickey spends some time looking up good places to eat (and is promptly disappointed to learn that his favourite restaurant from the other universe’s Cardiff isn’t open here,) and eventually he suggests fish and chips. Hard to go wrong with chips.

When Mickey sees her, his brightest smile spreads across his face. He waves quickly before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets to keep them warm. The first thing he asks is,

“How long’s it been since we last had a proper chat? For you. Parallel worlds, time gets all weird - though I s’pose time might be all weird for you anyway, eh?”

[crimsonsunsets]

❝  Oh,  yeah,  very,  very,  nice.  Thank  you.  ❞  The  austere  looking  woman  gave  the  pair  another  long  glance  over,  her  judgement  palpable.  There  was  nothing  she  could  do,  though.  His  credits  were  good  and  credentials  impeccable;  with  a  final  shake  of  her  antennas,  she  turned  and  left.  ❝  Don’t  think  she  likes  us  very  much,  hmm.  ❞  The  Doctor  mock-whispered  to  Rose,  resting  a  hand  over  his  heart,  making  a  face.  Stale  air  entered  his  nostrils,  the  room  hadn't  been  opened  in  a  while,  and  he  could  see  why.  With  the  beauty  outside,  and  all  the  great  hotels,  who  would  want  to  subject  themselves  to  the  uncomfortable  looking  angular  beds  of  this  place?  

Only  someone  who  needed  something  in  this  hotel  would  willingly  walk  in  here.  ❝  Think  she  heard  what  we  did  on  Angula  IV?  ❞  

starter call • @letnotbe​​

[at-kuipher]

“   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒   ”  ( rose wants to know if ten is going to smash or pass :/ )     @letnotbe.

flushed  completely  red.       trying  to  fight  off  the  smirk  lifting  lips.     “   you  know  the  answer  to  that  one.   ”      he  can’t  say  it,    though.