Prying Sentence Starters | accepting ( @stickytm )

Jason paused, paintbrush still in hand, and he turned his head slowly to the inquiring gaze of his neighbor. Or... his kinda date? Flirt? What the hell would one call the tendrils of tension and the building genuine interest in one another?

''When you asked me to help you redecorate your spare bedroom, I wasn't expecting a third degree.''

And he was only just wearing an old, baggy tank top. One piece of clothing Jason wouldn't mind getting paint on. Even if it was a hideous overly bright yellow - but damn, it had made Peter smile like that, and how could Jason say no to that smile?

let me yell abt how much i love u all! / ACCEPTING!

so this one goes to @stickytm bc literally xan, how are u doing this? how are u absolutely EXCELLING ooc and ic in this way?? like listen, i know i say this about a lot of people here, but i always mean it, i would gladly do crazy chaotic things to make sure you directed all the spider-man content from now on. you write him with this natural ease, like i sweAR i can hear and see him doing all the things you write! that essence of the friendly neighbourhood spider-man is so feckin present in all your threads, like i genuinely believe he's out here having all these conversations with people, there's nothing forced or stilted or off about any of it! you're one of these amazing writers who pulls everyone, not just their partner, into the thread and keeps us all engrossed and waiting eagerly for more! i love reading everything you write, it's always a bright part of my day when i'm able to sit and read your work!

📩 @stickytm – prompt.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. / @stickytm

" oh come on ! that's not fair ! " she groans , watching him swing through the alley while she runs on foot . she'll never admit it but there's a little bit of jealousy there . she wishes she could do that too . and while she could shoot a wire out of her widow bites , it's not near as effortless as him . not that efficient . 

she skids to a stop a few moments later , hearing the heavy footsteps of the men coming around the corner . these guys are never discrete , are they ? pulling her gun from the holster at her side , she waits for them , finger on the trigger . there's more than she initially thought and soon she feels the spider at her back , every angle covered . despite how bad she wants to aim a little higher , she doesn't . not unless she has to ... in her defence , she really is trying this whole good guy thing . but ... she sure as hell is going to make sure they can't get up and come after her nor will they walk anytime soon . a compromise . oh , well ... exploded knee caps are better than death . 

"it's particularly devious of you to be pouting at the same time as antagonising me, parker." she's not going to fall for it, so she continues to huff, clenching her jaw at the instruction wrapped up in saccharine sweet tones. at least he amended his request from smile to look. nel could have torn him apart just for that, if it wasn't... literally his job. 

[ AID ; @stickytm ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

    Cold blue blood shined in the moonlight as Spider-Zombie collapsed on the front stoop of the Parker residence. The thump was loud enough to alert her presence to Peter who rushed to answer the door. Haste was needed after he received a concerning text from his friend at two in the morning. 'ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝. 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟'. Instead of passing out in a pool of her own blood in a random alleyway, she decided to trust Peter Parker with this burden. Cassandra felt that her physical health and safety was more important than the reveal of her secret identity. The spider could barely think after the rough beating she took from the wolf man. The gashes on Spider-Zombie's arms were exposed to the cold night air due to her expensive suit almost being torn apart. The arms took the most damage. Legs got minimal injury, only a few bruises near her black combat boots. Her eyelids fluttered open to see the brunettes' predictable confusion. A weak hand reached for her iconic mask and snatched it off quickly to reveal who showed up on his doorstep.

it's not the first nor the last time this will happen. not specifically spider-man, but a wide cast of heroes. daredevil, black widow, she's even helped bucky out a few times. always careful to hide their identities, though, at least if they're wearing a mask or renowned for it. they get patched up, a safe place to rest and recover, and by now, the kids know not to enter that room whenever the door is shut. the life of a hero is never easy. the efforts made to have a semblance of anonymity, to protect the life they lead during daylight hours... they're always respected. here, at least. five hours ago, as she sprinted out to the back alley, three college students were a dare away from yanking back the damaged mask from over spider-man's face, cameras out, laughs loud and raucous, giddy and god-awfully gleeful in their pursuit of infamy.

then joel swept forth and unleashed a full fire extinguisher over their phones and faces, until they slipped and skidded out and into the bustling main street beyond.

she'd removed her apron and draped it over spider-man's face, taken his shoulders, joel his ankles, and they'd brought him inside, only stopping a few times to secure the apron and thus his identity. now, five hours forth, aisling sits at the kitchen table, staring at the cctv footage from the back alley. nothing. the angle is shite, to be fair. but he literally just collapses at the very edge of the screen. like a sick magic act. one moment there's nothing; the next, a lithe figure drops to the ground, unmoving thereafter. college students were the least of the threats that might have found him. they really should increase the cameras out there. maybe set up some kind of system on the security software--

a shadow catches her eye, and her hand quickly catches the top of the laptop screen, knocking it closed as she turns to face the newly awakened spider-man. relief and concern combine in her features as she smiles. " you really ought to go back to bed. you took quite a beating out there, you know. besides, we have other heroes to take over for the night. you want to take a seat? i can fix you up a plate of food, if you want. "