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@thwiparkr​​ hit the <3

FEEL   GRAVITY   ,   ,   see   it   somehow   as   brown   hues   gazed   downwards   (   pulling   form   )   stand   with   heavy   shoulders   as   she   looked   off   of   the   top   of   her   DORM   ,   ,   (   freedom   was   new   )   and   in   moments   like   this   ,   ,      moments   where   she   could   finally   SEE   what   she   had   dreamed   of   -   it   was   an   odd   feeling   ,   ,   WHERE   WERE   THE   WALLS   ?   ?   and   how   come   the   world   didn't   have   a   dirt   tint   on   the   edges   ?   ?      ❝   im   not   going   to   jump   ...      ❞   her   shoulders   didn't   turn   ,   ,   (   she   simply   kept   looking   )   brown   hair   short   and   choppy   but   still   being   swept   up   by   wind   ,   ❝   i   just   needed   to   ...   think   ❞   find   her   form   following   her   head   as   she   turned   it   to   look   at   masked   man   (   unflinching   )   as   she   let   eyes   sink   into   him   ,   ,   ❝   something   on   your   mind   ?   ?   ❞

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        ------  she feels so... slow right now, even as the faint sound of footsteps pounding faster & faster reach her ears & the december air rushes past her, like she’s flying over the skyline rather than running. but it’s not fast enough, because hotaru’s not where she wants to be. & it feels like an eternity before she is, landing outside of peter’s window with just her stupid letterman jacket to protect her from the snow. it’s messy, & hotaru tumbles past her target at first, but she gets there, eventually.  white flakes of snow clings to her hair & lashes, but the first indication of cold is when a calloused, human hand raps against peter’s window & it’s shaking. she can’t actually feel how hard her knuckles are rapping against the glass, which doesn’t scare her --- not as much as... everything else. (  it’s a miracle that she hasn’t broken it. )

   “ peter  ?  “  her voice crackles at the edges, FRAYED:  stress and agitation bubbling forth as she tries to knock again. “ hey !   petey !  hi !   it’s -- uh , it’s a b-bit cold out here, could you -- could you let me in? ”    /   @thwiparkr

[knghtlock]

❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek .

COME AND GET YOUR LOVE! ( accepting. )

------ SHE'S ALWAYS OVERJOYED TO SEE HIM : joy that flows freely , spilling out from her in the barrage of kisses that paint his face in flashes & smudges of red lips. it bubbles past her lips , too: in a joyous sonata of laughter , a celebration of them being here & alive. ( he's lucky she wasn't running at full speed ; she might've knocked him over. )

" THERE'S my petey - pie ! " she's breathless , a few laughs still escaping her as a metallic hand ruffles his hair. " how's it swingin' , huh ? c'mon , what did i miss ? you gotta tell me everything --- oh, and remind me to send some shortcake home with you for may ! "

[publiclyabsent-moved]

@thwiparkr​:    ❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜

          hazel eyes shift from a curious squint to a wider surprise. why are you being so nice to me? she’d asked. what had she expected, though? that’s the only answer that would make sense. but annette assumes the least, usually, especially where friendship is involved. “oh. right -- right, y-yeah, of ... of c -- yeah, n-no, s-sorry ...” she adjusts her glasses, embarrassed. now she feels stupid. “that ... th-that was a, um. a dumb question.” she offers her lopsided & gaptoothed grin, sheepish. “you, um. you’re my friend, t-too --”

meme.

[greengenus]

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜

osborn held parker's gaze for what seemed like hours. almost as if he were taking a long journey in search of some sincere way forward in a labyrinth full of deceptive corners. whether he found a path to it or not would remain to be seen, for a disruptive fit of snickering breached the severity of their conversation. it's all harry had to offer in return. " ah, there it is, " raising his index finger in his old friend's direction, he shook it like a tired parent would with their accursed naughty child. a predictable wretched little thing. " that tone, pete, that tone. you're doing it again. " like he's a damned damsel needing saving.

peter being peter, deep down harry knew he thought he meant well. his facial facade of concern, the adoption of tenderhearted tones, taking it in moved like foreign undesirable agents in his body. in his head, parker probably didn't imagine that heroic verbiage was a disease that ate through his stomach. this is why the guy can be unbearable to communicate with. even in times of their youth. but for the love of watching his pal chop himself down to the bone marrow and tear himself asunder, harry steered them back to a cordial lane.

what seems to be a smile that can be found in an admirer of destruction presents itself within the mask of the friend he murdered. " and let's just say i done that, pete, what would you have done? "

@thwiparkr | THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

[knghtlock]

 (  ✦  )  --------   ❝ ex ---- cuse  me ?   ❞   something close to offense coats her voice as hotaru turns ,   walking backwards as her free hand gestures to ,   uh.    all of him.  ❝ ‘ crime you didn’t commit ‘ my ASS  !    an’ as midtown high’s cute police ,   it’s my job to make sure that you can’t menace the student body! an’ be a pain in my ass  !   so --- there !   ❞   |  @thwiparkr 

[knghtlock]

      ------ okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea she’s ever had.. but really, what else was she supposed to do? peter wasn't anywhere to be seen outside, so of course hotaru charges back into the school --- still clad in her midtown tigers uniform as the star batter skids around the corner, gloved hand skirting the ground as cleats scratch the shitty linoleum. goddamnit, she's checked the whole school for him, and the what ifs are drowning out what little self-preservation & common sense she has. she checks her phone for something, anything, but all she gets is her last three messages. unread.

( sms:  petey )  peter??? where the hell are you?  ( sms:  petey )  peter there is a giant fucking lizard tearing up the school why aren’t you outside ( sms:   petey )  if i don’t hear from you in 5 minutes i’m gonna find you myself

   “ oh, for the love of --- of all the times not to answer his phone!  “ a string of curses passes her teeth as sends one more text before pocketing the damn thing, bat wielded like a broadsword as she continues her search.

( sms:  petey )  omw

 she rounds the corner to the library, & forces herself to stop: skidding to a halt by the fire extinguisher as the sound of crashes, mayhem, and things getting broken reach her ears. peeking through the window, she can barely make out the brawl between the hulking lizard-thing that busted into the halls and --- spider-man? isn't that guy some sorta myth?

urban legend or not, hotaru ducks before a table careens through another window, smashing into the lockers & raining shattered glass not too far from her hiding spot, chest heaving as she clutches her bat a touch tighter. it’s not enough. spider-man’s getting thrashed by an overgrown reptile & she’d rather go down swinging than die a coward.  logically, her new weapon of choice is selected -- ripping the fire extinguisher off the wall, she tosses it between her hands to measure the weight.  one breath to steady herself as honey brown eyes dart to the door , blown off its hinges. then another. a third, as she squeezes her eyes shut & steels her adrenaline-frayed nerves.

it is your moral obligation to help people in trouble. no matter what.

  charging through the door like a bull, resolve is set in stone:  determined, unyielding, & ready to unleash some serious teenage aggression. there's no time for her to back down now as her cleats provide traction to run up a broken bookcase, using it as a ramp to do the stupidest, coolest thing she'll ever do in her life: smashing a fire extinguisher over a bona-fide super-villain's head.

to her shock ( & slight horror ) the lizard ... man.... thing .... drops to the ground, hard. and very, very unconscious, which is probably a temporary thing.  she follows soon after, landing on her ass as she clutches the now-dented weapon close to her chest.

    "whoa.... that was cool. uh, right, priorities---" gloved hands dust off her uniform -- first impressions are everything, right ?  -- before rolling to her feet   &  extending a helping hand towards the masked vigilante.    " you’re spider-man, right  ?? are you okay ? "  brown eyes glisten with hope, fear, adrenaline, as her normal bubbly voice drops to something more unsure, shaking & frightened.. “ i --- if you are --- an’ i know you’re busy, i get it --- but i really need your help. ” she’s still trying to catch her breath, but hotaru refuses to give up now. she needs to find peter.

 “ please. “  / @thwiparkr​

[knghtlock]

( ✦ )   ----------   she can’t go to school like this --- with the nanites crawling all over her skin, forming unnatural ridges, sharper teeth, and this low buzz of electricity under her skin,  trying to figure out how to get into her dad’s research at oscorp while avoiding .. people.  then again, maybe trying to be a vigilante while looking for answers was a worse idea: because now  she’s getting wailed on by a little old lady, armed with the purse she just returned, screaming her head off about a monster. and, well --- hotaru stopped trying to reason with her about five minutes ago.

the pink handbag bounces harmlessly off her shoulder with a dull thunk as the sound of thwipping is picked up by her heightened hearing. great , now spider-man’s going to show up , take one look at the old lady, and beat the monster of the day’s ass. that’s exactly what she gets for wondering if things can get any worse.

the armored girl groans as she’s smacked again, sidestepping a swing as she turns her focus to the wall-crawler. “  okay look, i know what this looks like  --- geez granny, could ya cut it out for a second --- and i know what ya do to monsters that threaten the city an’ all that, but i swear on my old man’s grave -- ow! --- i was just trying to help this granny get her purse back, and then she started wailing on me. so, uh --- could you not kick my ass? i mean ---  this is humiliating enough , dont’cha think ? ” ||  @thwiparkr​ kinda sorta asked for this.