Jun 11
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Reclaimed Blue Portraits with Retroreflective Pants on
@retroreflective asked: “you can’t hit me while the club penguin pizza parlor music is playing,” / I feel legally obligated to send you this one. from harley :) // shit heard at art school pt. 3
“WH— when did y-” Peter pauses from where he was about to... well, playfully hit Harley in the middle of the lab for messing with him again, and sure enough, the music is playing RIGHT from his phone— there’s not much room to catch himself before the laughter starts spilling out, and before he knows it, Peter is just doubling over instead. “C’mon! That’s cheating and you know it— you can’t just DISTRACT me with the jazzy club penguin tunes! Why do you even have that pulled up anyways? I mean— it’s- it slaps, agreed, but why?”
@retroreflective asked: "Happy birthday, dude!" A grin and an arm slung over his shoulder, pulling him in close to his side so he can press a ( slightly obnoxious ) kiss to his cheek as he passes him a gift bag. Inside is, per usual, a bag of homemade cookies from one Maddy Keener, and a detailed metal tube — actually, it looks like the hilt of a light saber. Which is exactly what it is. Made by Harley, of course. "Wasn't sure what color you wanted it to be, so I figured I'd wait to finish it 'till I asked." // peter birthday !!
A BRIGHT GRIN OF PETER’S OWN appears quick on his face the moment Harley pulls him closer, only growing ( along with a burst of soft laughter ) with the kiss to his cheek— unbelievably glad he could manage to see Harley today, he’s even more excited to spend the rest of the day celebrating with him. For now, though, he takes the bag in hand, glancing towards Harley first. “Thanks! I’m, uh— glad you could make it here, y’know?”
With that, he turns his focus towards the gift’s contents, pulling out the cookies first with an excited smile. “Oh yeah, tell Maddy I said thank you, too, these look really great!” They smell good, too, but Peter puts them aside for now, reaching in again to pull out a familiar metal hilt...
He realizes almost immediately, lighting up as he holds it closer, somehow beaming even more. “WOAH, seriously?! This looks so cool— it’s insane already! Way better than any of the cheap toys, and I don’t mind waiting for that, this is already awesome!” Unable to contain his excitement, he can’t help reaching out to grab Harley’s free hand with his own. “Thank you! Again, um— I really like it!”
@retroreflective asked: "You're not GOOD at ping pong, you CHEAT at ping pong!" huffed with arms folded over his chest, his best attempt at a stern expression. is he pouting? yeah he's pouting. // random asks ( always accepting )
PETER CAN’T HELP THE LAUGHTER that begins to spill out as Harley pouts right in his direction, a stupid smile spreading across his face ( little shit ). What? Everyone had agreed to playing ping pong together! It’s not his fault that he’s just...coincidentally really good at it, because that’s definitely exactly what’s going on here.
“I don’t cheat at ping pong— how is this cheating?! I’m pretty sure if you check the official Ping Pong rule book, or— uh...whatever they use, I have no idea, it doesn’t say anything about playing to the best of your abilities!” Right, the best of his superhuman abilities. “I just have really good reflexes...specifically for ping pong, yeah, that means I’m good at it!”
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when disney hires me, @sensesdialed, and @retroreflective to write for the mcu ..........
@retroreflective asked: “you know what? you know what. it’s been over a year of them let’s 😳 ” // valentine’s day prompts
😳 : confess your muse’s love to my muse.
THE DAY IS MOSTLY SIMPLE...nothing grand or expensive, but Peter has always been the type to put endless amounts of care into his gestures, a homemade card and gift he hopes Harley would appreciate, along with a few activities the both of them enjoy— if he’s being honest, a part of him HOPES it gets the words across when he...doesn’t know if he should say them. Of course, it’s true, it’s been AWHILE now, but even together, maybe he’s still overthinking things.
But then, HARLEY SAYS IT.
Heart skips a beat, Peter’s mouth falling open with sudden surprise, before a warm surge of happiness swells through his chest. Maybe it was unspoken already, at least, Peter knows it has been for him, but he can’t deny how nice it is to hear, to know for sure how Harley feels. His lips pull into a soft smile, and he subtly intertwines their hands together. “I...really love you, too.”
💆♀️ 😘 👄
@retroreflective // touch starved prompts
💆♀️ - plays with my muse’s hair 😘 - peppers my muse with kisses 👄 - kisses my muse gently
MAYBE IT’S THE LONG HOURS SPENT ON PATROL, or the long week itself, but from the second Peter had settled with Harley on a comfortable surface, he found himself both tired and clingy. His arms wrap around the other in a loose hug, and after a yawn, head dips-- it isn’t long before he picks up on the soft, slight pressure of Harley’s touch weaving through his curls. As if Peter wasn’t already melting the second he climbed his way through a window and switched clothes from the suit, sleepy warmth fills his chest, and he relaxes, tracing his own hand along Harley’s arm.
He doesn’t say anything at first, not until he blinks and their eyes meet, which gets a dorky smile out of him. “What?” Anything else he might have said is replaced instead with laughter, in response to the peppering of kisses to his face, and cut off with the gentler one. Peter untangles a hand resting it against Harley’s cheek instead. “Are you-- ALSO clingier when you’re tired or is that just a me thing?”