hey do u like spider-man
no he should explode
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hey do u like spider-man
no he should explode
to ben : [TXT] : answer the question.
[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] or what?
[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] gonna give me a little speech?
[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] i know you like running your mouth, but try saving your breath this time around
@spidroins: 09. sender quietly doing chores around receiver’s house because receiver is too sick to keep up with anything.
he had no heart to say stop. in many other cases, matt was a blunt weapon. always talking what he thinks, even if people wouldn't really be happy with it and it was a part of some of them leaving and never really knocking back to the same door this time though, no matter how long it took for matt to gather the thoughts and what he wanted to say to peter, all died somewhere inside his sore throat, leaving a taste far more awful than the medicine he's been given.
peter spent a few days at the devil's den, cleaning dust so matt wouldn't inhale it, taking care of the dishes and laundry so he could eat and wear clothes that weren't soaked up in cold sweat from his fever. the spider-man did so much, even outside of a daily routine that matt couldn't just tell him to go home, despite how useless he's felt the entire time, being stuck on his couch and listening to the faint sound of a radio playing in the background.
❝ peter … ❞ he speaks up, voice hoarse and rough like sandpaper, trying to catch the spiderlink's attention from preparing lunch for both of them. should he just say it ? should he tell peter to just go home and leave him in his own misery ? he wanted to, but instead, matt cracks a weak smile. unfocused blues guided into the direction of noise coming from behind his back. ❝ thanks … for everything. you don't have to do that … you know ? ❞ @spidroins
flicking ben’s ear
the list of reasons you need to die only grows, brother
@spidroins SENT : neck kisses that turn into love bites.
"oh come on!" head tilts just about and laugh pushes past lips as peter leans further into her, body pressed against kitchen counter and arm lifting up so that her precious cup of coffee won't take the brunt of this sudden attack. "some of us don't wear masks, mister." gaze drops to the mismatch of blue, purple and green along peter's skin - already fading some ... unlike hers that will probably need some concealer. "give me another," fingertip taps on peter's lips then her own in a not so silent plea. "then you can go back to your biting activities."
leon grunts, pulling his body up ﹠ over the railing, flopping onto the rooftop alongside the 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛. the moon is held high in the night sky, watching them both, illuminating their pathway. he's always been brave, even as a child, even when his parents were taken before his very eyes. superheros: what he'd only see in comic-books, a far away fantasy. [ 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆! ] he stands here now, in the vicinity of a " superhero ".
" wow, you are really good at all this! do you, maybe, have any tips? " he's somewhat sheepish, shyly rubbing the nape of his neck. there's been a simmering desire to save those less fortunate than him, a golden crown illuminating his fair blonde locks, eyes beaming with aspiration.
[ starter. ] @spidroins
@spidroins SENT : a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
from the corner of her eye, claire can see peter rush around the hallway bsck and forth to grab his clothes, then his equipment, then he's just wandering with a piece of bagel still in his mouth. "babe?" she calls out from the bathroom, hairdryer full speed while she attempts to curl her hair. "what are you doing over there?"
head peeks from bathroom door frame into the hallway, peter nowhere to be seen even though she can clearly hear some sort of chaos happening in the living room. "hey you," she calls out again, and here he is - all ready down to the camera tied around his neck. terrasave headquarters won't open until 9am, giving claire all the time to finish this semblance of new hairstyle she will definitely not attempt again in the foreseeable future.
blue hues follow peter as he walks towards her again, soft smile forming on lips as he mutters something about going to work early. and truly claire can see through it - something work could be his job or his other job, friendly neighbour as he is and all that comes with it. claire lifts herself up on her tips just about, leaning into peter's touch as he rushedly kisses her goodbye. "take care of yourself, don't do anything stupid," but that would be her anyway. another quick kiss shared for good luck, hands straightening sides of his jacket. "have a good day, yeah?"
❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜
❝ hey, better late than never, right ? ❞
a gloved hand gives peter a thumbs up, hope fluttering between his ribs. though he yearned for @spidroins to trust him with more work around the city, miles sometimes bit off more than he could chew with the fights he picked. but two spidermen were always better than one, and peter seemed to know just when he was needed. at least he had cleared out quite a bit of fisk's goons, but miles had only a fraction of peter's battle experience, not to mention that using his bioshock required charging up and left him feeling drained. jumping to the relative safety of where peter was, he takes the moment to let himself finally rest a bit.
❝ don't worry, i saved some for you ! don't mind if i shift to air support, do you ? ❞
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