⋅ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ charlotte. twenty. april aries. she/her. welsh. isfp. natasha romanoff and peter parker enthusiast. will reblog sfw and my favourite fics. will reblog my own work and voice my thoughts.
I feel like Cinna would totally give her a high neckline for this dress! I really liked drawing the candlelight one so I might do her Mockingjay one next hmm.. The fire one turned out so prettyyyy
art by @emmaalovesbooks don't trace/steal/re-upload anywhere
So I just turned 30 and I'm getting baby fever real bad so I decided to translate that into drawing Dad Peeta and his daughter. First full piece in a long time, as I've been struggling with a serious case of "I hate my art style what needs to change" so I'm working on simplifying things a bit--less attempts at painterly realism, leaning more into shapes and cell shading, etc.
don’t even know how this happened it was all a haze this kind of just appeared in front of me.. stardew valley obsession is back after 4 1/2 long years
summary: 'seeing if he melts into a kiss' trend with your best friend, Peter Parker.
tags/warnings:: FLUFF YAY! friends to lovers, first kiss with each other, tooth rotting sweetness, no usage of y/n, both are already in college.
wc: 1k words.
a/n: saw this trend too much. decided to write about it. also i feel like andrew's peter can suit this story really well, but i decided tom's peter it is.
You walked in unannounced into Peter's cramped apartment. The air was filled with the aroma of instant coffee, the chinese takeout he ate last night, and his laundry detergent that wasn’t quite doing its job.
You quickly found your way into his humbly sized room. The sticky notes filled walls were familiar now as you had been close friends since orientation week. You drop your bag beside his desk, before settling yourself down onto the thrifted rug you helped choose a few months ago.
He was rambling as usual, of course. He started by complaining about his annoying professors, before switching to talk about a new physics theory he had learned, then continuing to complain about his irritating professors again.
“I swear,” Peter said, tapping his pen on the edge of his notebook as he followed you down onto the floor. “If Professor Connors assigns me another group project on Magnetism, I will freak out–hell, I will drop out!” His brows furrowed like an angry hound—well more of a puppy, really.
“God, Pete. You're being dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, tossing a piece of chip you had stolen from his kitchen cabinets.
He immediately caught it without looking up and popped it into his mouth. “I’m not being dramatic!” He whined. Sounding more like a petulant child. You couldn’t help but snicker.
“Are the people in your class really that bad?” As you continued typing your anatomy notes on your laptop. Munching on those chips all the while.
“Yes they are! I feel like they came in here just to ruin my life sometimes, you know?” He scoffed and stole the bag of chips from you. “Hey!” You protested, before you snagged it back onto your side.
You both continued working on your own tasks for at least two hours after that. Both of you still complaining about the people in your classes, the stupid physiology test you have next week, how Peter’s newest web shooters had broken after only one week of use.
You huffed, “I can’t do this anymore.” Standing up, plopping yourself down onto his double-sized bed.
He looked up, “What?” With a small tilt of his head.
“Tired.” You mumbled to his pillows where your face was smushed. “I’m gonna take a break.”
“Yeah, yeah. Fifteen minutes?” He looked back to his books. Getting a confirming hum in return.
You then pulled your phone from the floor, to check notifications. Replying to your friends’ group chat, seeing reels people sent to your Instagram DMs, before you open up TikTok to doomscroll.
Your For You Page was just like usual—videos of cute cats, makeup reviews, a thirst trap edit of Jonathan Bailey, until a video pops up.
Forever by Barbara Mason was played in the background, the words ‘seeing if he melts into a kiss’ written on the video. The video was of a couple, where the girl lifted her arms out, making her boyfriend follow, before she leaned in closer, caressing her lips onto the boyfriend. And sure enough, the boyfriend immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer. Before melting into the kiss.
You clicked on the sound, finding more and more videos of the trend. You sighed as you felt how lonely it was. How you also wanted to be the one on the other side of the screen. Making stupid trends like that with someone.
“You really like that video huh?” Peter’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You glanced over to him, already looking at you. The gesture of his pen tapping against his notebook was familiar.
“Yeah.” You replied quietly. Holding his gaze for a beat too long before looking back down on your phone.
“Fifteen minutes up?” Finally sitting up on his bed.
“Mhm.” He hummed, back to focusing on his notes again.
You stayed seated on the edge of his bed, your gaze focusing on him. On how his brows knitted with every confusing part of the theory, how he ran his fingers through his soft brown curls as a sign of stress, how his tongue would stick out to wet his lips once in a while–.
“You okay?” As he finally felt your staring, head tilted slightly.
“Y–Yeah.” Your voice squeaked, cheeks heating up at being caught.
“Uh-huh… sure.” His eyes narrowed.
“I wanna try something,” eyes widening as you realize that you said it out loud.
“Try what?” He was definitely more confused now. The pen tapping against his notebook stopped.
“Just—something.” Standing up, you set your phone on his desk. “I’m gonna record this, okay?”
“What? Is this a prank?” But he stood up anyway. Wiping away crumbs of chips stuck on his MIT sweater.
“Do you trust me?” You held his gaze, fingers finding his for comfort.
He held your hand, “I don’t know if I do now,”
“Just trust me.”
“Fine.” He huffed.
You then opened your camera app, making sure that the both of you were in frame, before hitting the record button.
“Follow me, okay?” As you turned your back against the camera, facing him fully.
You then began to do the trend. Lifting your arms high up your shoulders. Him following. Before you carefully drop your arms around his neck, leaning closer to brush your lips against his.
He froze.
“I’m sorry– That was stupid, wasn’t it–” You rambled.
But he cut you off, by pulling you in closer, settling his lips on top of yours. His body molded, melted against your soft curves. Arms wrapping around your body, pulling you deeper and deeper into the kiss.
His lips were soft. It tasted like chips you shared and the vanilla chapstick he likes to steal from you.
You began to forget that you were recording. Only separating yourselves to breathe, before diving back in again.
When you finally pulled back, Peter rested his forehead against yours. A huge grin carved onto his face, making you giggle.
“Where did that come from?” His fingers tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
“TikTok.” You sighed in content.
“Oh you kissed me just for a TikTok trend?” His hands now found your sides, pinching it lightly making you squirm.
“I did.” You chuckled, before kissing him again. And again. Till your lips were swollen and bruised.
