#thwipsthrown

[localwebslingers]

@thwipsthrown asked: you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night. (gwen and peter in earth-17?)

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This was exactly why he hadn't wanted them to find out. Any of them. Not Gwen, or MJ, or Harry. This fear and worry, that realization that the person swinging around in the mask every day, every night, was really him. That Spider-Man was really Peter. That was where the bruises would come from, the cut lips, the scrapes on his arms or his back, why he was always so tired in the mornings. It was him being thrown through windows and into the pavement, being grabbed by the throat or shot at, on the bridge trying to pull the car up by a web before it could crash into the river, swinging away from a scene clutching his side as the police finished up. Peter didn't want them to have that kind of fear for him, to watch the news and have the sickening knowledge of who was really on the screen.

He hated that Gwen knew now as much as he was relieved that she did. That he didn't have to explain why he hadn't moved in with any of them yet and stayed in his crummy apartment, why he was tired, where he had been. It was a relief to not have to hide it from her anymore, sometimes. Until he barely had a chance to wash up and change before she was there, and he wondered how much of the fight she'd seen. How scared she would have been if she had seen any of it. Of course he'd let her come inside, of course he'd say through her seeing the scrapes and the bruises and the cut to the side of his face. It was just that he hated that she knew to worry now.

Three people counted on him coming home every night, two of them didn't even realize it and Peter hated seeing that Gwen did, "I know." he said, reaching over for her hand to hold it and trying to ignore the way that his shoulder burned and hurt with the movement. The ice pack was sitting next to him forgotten, "I know and I did, Gwen. I came back, I'm home and I'm okay."

[thehxrkness]

@thwipsthrown started following you

"Don't mind me, still getting used to this form."

[billyktothemax]

@thwipsthrown asked: "when was the last time you slept?"

"Maybe the night before last?" Billy said, not looking up from his notebook. "It's the end of the school year, I've got, like, a thousand tests and projects, it's not a big deal."

[snkts]

@thwipsthrown

"You ever had poutine? 'Bout as Canadian as it gets, so I doubt they'd have it in your neck a' the woods. I'd probably make you that, throw some pulled pork on for the extra protein. And if you touched my plate, I'd kick your ass."

[hopedefined]

@thwipsthrown said: ❝  did you smile a little? perhaps i only flatter myself.  ❞

"Ain't never claimed you don't have a sense'a humor, cajun." She is, in fact, threatening to smile--despite herself, the smallest quirk at the corner of her lips.

"Just that your timing could use a little work."

[amischiefofmuses]

Send '👊' to punch my muse in the jaw. || Accepting

@thwipsthrown sent: 👊 (to wade from peter? 👀)

-- ❝Oh holy sh-❞ There's no chance to finish his sentence as Spidey's fist connects with his jaw, hurting WAY more than one might expect for a guy of his stature. It sends him sprawling across the floor, swords clattering to the concrete either side of him as he lets out a low groan of pain that devolves into frankly manic laughter. He knew he was in the big leagues now but THIS? This is something SPECIAL. Someone got the big bucks out for this. He might ACTUALLY shit himself. [Okay, keep it cool Wilson] -- ❝Can I get your autograph?❞ His hands are going to one of his belt pouches for his little doodling pad and crayons before he's even made an effort to sit up, voice shockingly even for a guy whose just taken a cold-clock to the jaw. -- ❝I'm such a big fan.❞

[protectxthem]

@thwipsthrown asked: "Good boy." (OR to logan from remy?? whichever's best for you!)

Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them! | Accepting

He grips the bottle of liquor tightly and it almost breaking in his hand. "Don't call me that." He growls out, lifting the bottle up to take a drink out of it. The bottle reaches his lips and he takes a big drink, almost emptying half of the bottle. He quirks a brow and lowers the bottle, looking over at Gambit. "I'm not a damn dog."

[watsonjackpot]

+ @thwipsthrown asked: not just a scratch, reverse (ooh mj catching gwen?)

+ For once in her life, Mary Jane Watson would have KILLED to walk in on something not involving COSTUMES . It was something that she had long ago made PEACE with ; knowing that the people in her LIFE did AMAZING things ; and carried with them a likewise AMAZING potential for DANGER . Walking in her friend clearly nursing INJURIES ? That was all part of what she had SIGNED up for, and kept reupping for .

But damn, did it NEVER get any easier.

" You look like you got run over by a TRUCK . " Quickly CLOSING the door behind her , MJ rushed to her friend's side, more than ACCUSTOMED to playing the role of NURSE . " Let me help ? "