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[koningin]

@stillewijsheid it’s a date night, love

Christiane was leaning over the sink in their master bathroom, touching up her lipstick once more. She was already fully dressed and dolled up, standing in her heels. Friday night, date night, and Bastian had told her to get dressed to go out.

And dressed to go out she was, a deep red gown hugging along her curves with a slit up the side, the bottom edge brushing the floor as she turned to peek her head out of the bathroom. “Almost ready, dearest? I don’t know what time you set the reservation for.”

[simplypeterparker]

“Have you been eating enough?”

meme

“Yes, uh… I mean I think. I don’t actually know what I’m supposed to eat in a day, with my powers and all that. Um… do I look like I’ve lost weight?”

[simplypeterparker]

@ironhardpacker || cont.

“That... wasn’t really the answer I was looking for...” he clears his throat and continues. “I know I want surgery, if I can even get it with my powers. They’ll either make the healing process great... or terrible.” That was something Peter worried about a lot. “But anything to stop having to bind. But... I don’t know if I could deal with it not going away. I mean you practically just told me that even if I grow facial hair and get surgery I’ll still feel like sh-- I’ll still feel bad.” He didn’t know why he cut off his own curse. He chalked it up to being so used to not cursing around May and teachers. “What do you do to make it... less as bad?” He didn’t comment on the whole not doing anything drastic bit, mostly because he didn’t feel like that was a promise he could make. At least not with his binding habits he just couldn’t seem to fix. 

[simplypeterparker]

@ironhardpacker || cont.

“I haven’t been here long, but long enough.” He couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ve only ever heard this song on T.V. and movies. If I could dance-- which I don’t-- I wouldn’t even know what to do.” He put the bag he had brought down and hopped to sit down on a table. “Do you have cameras in here? Did F.R.I.D.A.Y. record that? Please tell me she did.”

[simplypeterparker]

@terrifiesthem || cont.

“No, I’m not gonna tell her.” He paused so he could concentrate on tightening a wrap around a hole-- or maybe it was a deep gash-- in the guy down the hall’s arm. He was definitely not just a guy down the hall, not anymore. He finished wrapping that one and moved on to cleaning the next one. His hands shaking just a bit. “Might call an ambulance though. You-- you’re bleeding a lot.” He could smell so much blood. In fact it was all he could smell. It made him want to vomit. “I just-- I like helping people.” He focused on cleaning and wrapping, cleaning and wrapping. He did the same whenever he had to wrap up his own injuries after eventful late night patrols. If he didn’t, he’d probably freak out too much. “You’re gonna need stitches on a lot of these.” He wiped his brow, frowning when he realized his hands were bloody and he had more than likely gotten some blood on his forehead. “I still don’t understand how you ended up like this...”

[simplypeterparker]

@franklinnelsonforthedefense || cont.

“No, no, it’s... fine, I guess. You just-- you know you can’t tell anyone, right? I trust that you wont but... it’s a big deal to me. I’m not like all those heroes running around without masks.” He wore a mask for a lot of reasons, mainly because he was a scared fifteen year old and he didn’t want any baddies to see him like that. But the secret identity was important too.

[simplypeterparker]

@untolikeiron || cont.

“What? Um, yeah the internship. That. I’m Peter Parker.” He offered his hand for a handshake.

[simplypeterparker]

“I... just got back from the cemetery with Aunt May. We left cards and flowers for my dad and uncle. Do you have any-- any remedies for a sucky day?” Okay so it wasn’t a sucky day, but he felt sucky. Really sucky.