#ragtagrunaways

As a general rule, Peter tried to hold back when he was taking on others as Spider-Man. Mostly because his super strength could mean breaking someone's jaw (or worse) with a single punch if he didn't hold back and aim properly. But even with all that, Peter was still taken aback by Eduardo's actions and pinning him down like that - not necessarily because he'd been physically overpowered, but more so because of the sheer aggression of the action and the fact it ended up with Spider-Man on his bed of all places. Plus that whole hands above his head thing sort of felt unnecessary, not to mention how close his face was to his mask - talk about intensely intimate.

"Okay first of all, you've got a lot of fatherly issues that you should probably work on - jumping the gun like that. Second of all, I came to talk and I don't exactly have your number-" He began, only to be cut off by that sudden shift in tone and suggestion that seemed to come so far out of left field that it stunned Peter silent for a moment. A rare achievement indeed. "W-Where did that come from?" He asked, trying not to imagine the concept and suddenly put the position he was in all the more telling. "If anything that's a question to be asking you, jumping Spider-Man onto your bed - you got some masked hero fantasy there big guy? It's alright, no need to be ashamed - it's pretty common these days."

Booker hadn't fully realized what he'd said at first. He'd stirred awake slowly, first recognizing there wasn't a warm body against him, then slowly locked in on the faint rustling sounds moving around his room.

The words had been a thought that turned into being vocalized from a half-asleep brain that didn't want Oliver to leave just yet. He was blinking awake properly, better processing what was going on when Oliver spoke.

That hadn't been very aloof, who cares? jock of him, had it? The small panic in both realizing no he didn't want Oliver to leave and his general fear of being vulnerable in this way had words getting stuck in his throat and almost missing that gentle hope in Oliver's voice.

He shifted slowly, propping himself up against a pillow as he cleared his throat.

"I mean. Wouldn't mind it. I don't have anything going on but practice later today. So if you wanna hang out...I'd be okay with that."

And because despite being clever, he was also an idiot and couldn't stop his mouth from putting a little more distance there emotionally as he looked Oliver over where he was kneeling on the ground.

"Don't get to see you on your knees enough. Nice look for you."

↳ for bennet castair or nicholas dawkins or anyone else you are feeling

"you are far too kind." sitting at the fire in the other's camp, his weapons set aside beneath the trunk of a tree behind him, eoghan pulled his knees towards his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he let out a heavy breath. "you could have just left me out there, wandering, after i got separated from my party but you didn't. you lent me one of your horses, brought me back to your camp, you've shared your food with me, drink even."

"the most people tend to offer strangers is directions, or stale bread thrown at their head," at least that had been his usual experience. this wasn't the first time eoghan had been separated from the group he was traveling with and despite knowing he was a bit directionally challenged he still never really seemed to pay attention to where it was they were going. he was... along for the journey. "i wish i had coin to give you, something to show my thanks for your kindness," he explained as he looked over at the handsome man that was helping him, "anything really, but aside from my weapons i fear i come empty handed. if there is something you can think of, that i could do for you, please i will do it." "i owe you."

Tommy couldn't believe that his parents were letting his big sister's boyfriend stay over for the holiday weekend, but here they were. They'd all been hanging out in the living room watching a couple movies to finish off the night. His parents had already headed upstairs to go to bed. Tommy looked over at his sister and her boyfriend on the large couch, cuddling up together. He only looked for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Alright, I'm heading to bed." The jock stood up and gave a half-assed wave at the two as he walked passed, heading down the stairs to his bedroom. He was the only one that had a bedroom in the basement so he didn't care too much about closing the door. He made his way over to his hamper and pulled off his shirt and then his jeans, tossing both of them into the basket. Now, only wearing a little pair of briefs, the boy made his way back toward his bed, hitting the light on his way. He climbed in and groaned softly as he got comfortable under the covers.