#rooftop date

[feluart]

Sitting on the rooftop, watching the moon drop. 🌕

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[samazing0831]

Jealousy Sparks a Confession - Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter never told you how he felt - until he saw you on a date with someone else. Jealousy forces a confession, and you're not sure whether to believe him... not until he finally tells you everything, including the biggest secret he's ever kept. Now he has one chance to prove his love is real. Rooftop hotdogs, awkward truths, and a kiss under the city lights - can Spider-Man make things right before it's too late?

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The bell above the café door jingled as Peter stepped inside, but the warmth of the space didn't reach him.

He shouldn't have been here. He shouldn't have followed you.

But he had.

And now, staring at the back of the coffee shop with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, Peter watched you laugh - really laugh - across the table from someone who wasn't him. Someone who didn't flake on plans, who didn't vanish for days at a time with nothing but a vague apology and bruised knuckles as an excuse.

You weren't his. He had no claim. He'd never said a word about how he felt. But as he watched you push your hair behind your ear and lean into conversation with a smile he hadn't seen in weeks, something burned in his chest.

Jealousy.

He didn't mean to interrupt - but the moment the guy got up for the restroom, Peter's feet were already moving.

"Didn't know you were seeing someone," he said, trying to sound casual as he approached your table.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Peter? What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by." A lie. "Didn't realize you were dating."

Your expression shifted, wary. "I was on a date, yeah."

"And?" The question escaped before he could stop it.

You tilted your head. "And what?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, guilt already starting to gnaw at him. "You shouldn't be with him."

There was a pause.

"Excuse me?"

"He's not right for you," Peter said quickly, stumbling over his words. "You deserve-"

You cut him off with a quiet, disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious right now?"

"I know I don't have the right to say anything," Peter said, voice tight. "But seeing you with him - seeing anyone with you - I just..."

You crossed your arms. "You just what, Peter?"

He stared at you, heart racing. And then, with a breathless kind of courage, he took the leap.

"I love you."

The silence that followed was deafening.

You blinked. "You don't get to do this."

"What?"

"You don't get to ignore me for weeks, make me feel invisible, and then drop this on me the second I start moving on."

Peter stepped forward. "I didn't mean-"

"Do you even mean it?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Or do you just hate the idea of someone else loving me when you're too scared to?"

"I mean it," he whispered.

You searched his face for the truth. And when you found it - hidden behind guilt and fear and longing - you took a breath and said, "Then prove it."

Peter froze. "I - I don't know how."

"Then figure it out," you snapped. "Because I'm done playing guessing games. Either prove it, or I'm walking away."

Peter's voice cracked. "I know I've screwed up. I know I can't make this easy. But I love you. And I don't want to lose you."

"One condition," you said, your voice soft but stern. "If you want a second chance, you tell me the truth. No more disappearing, no more dodging questions. You want me? Be honest with me."

Peter hesitated - then nodded.

"I'm Spider-Man," he said, the words falling like stones.

You stared at him, stunned. "Peter - why didn't you tell me sooner? You think I can't take care of myself? I live in New York, I've been taking self-defense longer than I've had a driver's license."

He laughed, relieved and still breathless. "Okay, fair point. You're probably tougher than me."

You crossed your arms, but your expression softened. "So, what now?"

He smiled, tentative but hopeful. "Now? Now I take you on a date. And I start making up for every time I let you down."

A short while later, you sat together on a rooftop, sharing a stolen hotdog and the city skyline. The lights of New York shimmered below you, but Peter only had eyes for you.

"So," he asked, nudging your knee, "does this make up for some of the damage?"

You smiled, leaning into his side. "Almost."

He grinned. "Guess that means I've got some wooing to do."

Then, you teased, "Well, you could kiss me. That'd probably seal the deal."

Peter flushed, but leaned in anyway, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that said all the things he never could. It was warm, tender, and real.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. "That was definitely the icing on the cake. Do I get full points now?"

You laughed, your voice soft. "Yeah, Peter. Perfect date."

He beamed. "So... you're still up for dating your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?"

You nodded. "Trust me, Pete. I'm right here."

Peter squeezed your hand, smiling like a man who'd finally found his way home.

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Spirit and Stein stargazing? 👀✨✨

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[diabolimeservavit666]

Brings Me Back To When We Were Young

Mick leans in, nozzling his head into Ketch's neck. Ketch has an arm around him, his hand placed gently on on the slightly shorter man's waist as he looks down at his lover. He smiles at the pure look of content in those bright green eyes and the lashes of red, green, white, blue, and purple shine on his face. The fireworks were beautiful as they were any other year but something about seeing them from this height came with its own sense of nostalgia, back to when they were kids at the Achademy below them: Kendricks.

"Do you ever miss this?" Mick asks, eyes still set just above the horizon. Ketch lets out a brief chuckle.

"Do I ever miss what? The sneaking around, hiding behind closed doors and up here on the roof top just to love my best friend, and pray that we wouldn't get caught?" The wording however hinting of displeasure, his tone had a hint of humor to it. "It might have all been fun but, Mr. Davies…" Ketch lowers his tone, whispering his next words into Mick's ear. "if we had been caught by any of our fellow students or, Heaven forbid, the Headmistress herself, you know what would happen next, I hope. One of us would have to kill the other." His tone got real cold with that last sentence and Mick laughs, despite the fact that that would've frightened or, at least, concerned anyone else.

" 'Because the code demands it'. The old woman really had a stick up her-" Ketch places his index finger to Mick's lips to silence him.

"Shhh… We're not alone." Sure enough, Mick cranes his neck to look behind them and there were two young boys around the age of eleven or twelve, both dressed in the Kendricks uniform. They were pale and frozen in fear with their hands intertwined with the others, probably assuming that the older men were Professors and going to report them. Mick sighs, giving them a warm reassuring smile of understanding.

"It's okay. This is a safe place. Or rather, it was when we went here."

"You don't have to worry." Ketch chimes in. "We are not going to report you. It'd be a bit redundant, don't you think?"

"Thank you, sir." One of the boys says as they find their favorite spot, having a little skip to their step as they do. They choose to sit only a few feet further down, one between the other's legs and wrapped in his arms. Soft whispers could be heard for them, the unmistakable giggles were much louder.

"You remember when we were like that?" Mick says, returning his attention to his lover.

"How could I ever forget?" Ketch places a tender kiss on Mick's neck, turning the reciever a little red.

"Do you think our secret's safe with them?" Mick's a little more serious this time. Ketch takes a good look at the boys then turns back to Mick.

"Certainly. Even if they were to report us to the proper authority, they would have to explain what they were doing up here. And something tells me that neither of them want to face those consequences." Mick turns to the boys, their joy shining a little light into his heart and he agrees. Why ruin the one place where you're safe… to be you?

[renasy]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗

ℛ𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓁𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉.

[yarn-dragon]

so I wrote this fanfic for a DTIYS during Camp Averno (because what is writing if not drawing with words?) but I don't think I ever posted it here. And I really like so,

Have some Averno Fluff Staring Nova and Solar

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[taeyongssmile]

Throwback to our Rooftop Date ☺😘

[acrispyapple]

mc, omg just take him! he’s already offering himself haha. ahh so full of feels for this guy ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡