#thwipmaster

@thwipmaster​ said ❝ peter wraps his arms around her middle from behind, nestles bruised face into the crook of her neck. the scent of her is enough to bring him back down to earth. “rough night…” he mumbles.

send ➹ for an unhinged mj thought !!

what  a  night  !  a  seemingly  endless  celebration  for  those  in  attendance  at  flash  thompson’s  party.  it’s  easy  for  everyone  to  soak  in  the  excitement  for  the  new  year.  but  gwen  finds  herself  migrating  away  from  the  party  --  a  quick  getaway  as  she  makes  a  b  -  line  towards  the  door.  [  only  stopped  by  the  host  himself  --  “  where’s  parker  ?  “  gwen  could  only  smile  &  say  she’s  just  going  to  get  fresh  air.  ]  after  retrieving  her  coat  &  finally  exiting  ,  she  take  the  stairs  up  as  soon  as  she  exits  the  apartment  ,  taking  her  time  as  she  reaches  the  rooftop.  

winter  in  new  york  can  be  beautiful  yet  unforgiving.  her  coat  barely  does  the  job  &  she  finds  herself  hugging  her  form  ,  trying  to  keep  warm.  heels  click  against  the  ground  as  she  gets  close  to  the  railing.  eyes  scan  the  landscape  --  THE  CITY  IS  ALIVE  !  the  excitement  carries  in  the  breeze  ,  but  gwen  finds  herself  ...  alone.  lonely.  her  arms  wrap  tighter  her  around  her  frame  &  she  lets  out  a  sigh  ,  seeing  her  own  breath  collect  in  front  of  her.  

gwen  closes  her  eyes  briefly.  

[  THUD  !  ]

her  teeth  sink  into  her  bottom  lip  ,  a  small  smile  twisting  onto  her  features.  eyes  open  &  she  turns  around  ,  looking  at  the  source  of  the  sound.  there  he  is  ,  @thwipmaster​  in  the  flesh  !  clad  in  scarlet  red  &  sapphire  blue  ,  mask  in  hand  ,  browns  staring  into  her  blues.  her  smile  brightens  up  ,  widening  ever  so  slightly.  ❛  you’re  late.  ❜  the  corners  of  her  eyes  crinkle  as  her  smile  reaches  them.  

❛  the  ball  dropped  like  ...  15  minutes  ago.  ❜  she  finds  that  she’s  starting  to  walk  towards  him  now  !  ❛  you  can’t  show  up  to  flash’s  looking  like  this  ,  you  know.  it  looks  like  i’m  going  to  have  make  a  grand  exit.  ❜  oh  ...  she’s  in  front  of  him  now.  looking  up  into  those  eyes.  hands  coming  up  to  cradle  his  cheeks  --  fingers  skimming  at  the  edges  of  his  cuts.  [  only  peter  would  get  this  banged  up  on  new  years  !  ]  ❛  i’m  gonna  go  back  down  &  tell  them  something  came  up  so  i  can  leave.  you  are  gonna  meet  me  in  my  bedroom  &  we’re  going  to  fix  that  up  ,  okay  ?  ❜  their  faces  are  inches  away  &  she  leans  in.  her  lips  press  against  his  --  his  lips  are  chapped  ,  the  copper  taste  of  blood  from  his  last  fight  lingers  ,  but  it’s  so  peter  &  she  wouldn’t  have  it  any  other  way.  the  kiss  doesn’t  last  forever  ,  simply  a  press  of  lips  against  each  other’s.  she  pulls  away  after  a  few  moments  ,  leaning  her  forehead  against  his  for  a  brief  second.  but  it’s  brief  &  she  steps  away  ,  heading  to  the  door.  as  she  opens  the  door  ,  she  turns  back  to  him  again.

❛  HAPPY  NEW  YEARS  ,  bugboy.  i’ll  see  you  soon.  ❜

    “  ugh,  if tin man didn’t give me a headache, this definitely will. “ a dejected sigh escapes her lips as hotaru pushes away from the building slightly, &---- 

    --- catch peter, suddenly in her arms & slightly worse for wear. the cyborg’s momentarily stunned --- sword disappearing harmlessly from her grasp as a burst of laughter escapes from her throat.  ah , of course it’s peter ---  of all the strange and unusual things to happen, surprise visits from the literal love of her life were the last thing she’d complain about. nanites return to slumber as hotaru quickly pulls him over the thresh-hold & into her home --- the smell of fresh pastries lingering in the air as she cradles his face in lightning-scarred palms.

    “ hey , petey.”  more laughter bubbles from deep within her chest --- forehead pressed to his as she kicks the door shut behind her, one arm dropping from his jaw to snake around his waist. “ y’know --- not that i’m complaining or anything since y’finally learned how to come in through the front door, but maybe -- maybe call next time you wanna swing by for lunch ??”  

    ah, but then she looks at him---  really looks at him & it just raises more questions. why was there some weird electricity crawling over him ? there’s some cuts and bruises on his face, too.... but maybe the weirdest part was ----

     ' I KNOW. ’  UNABLE TO HOLD his gaze, percy ducks her head and picks a spot on the floor to stare at instead. it’s not that she doesn’t believe him, she just doesn’t know how to deal with this. any of it. she’s finally opened up and told him everything—no down-playing what she went through, no pretending that her stepmother hasn’t scarred her utterly. it’s a vulnerability she’s not familiar with, and somehow this simple promise—a promise she knows, down to her bones, is true—is more terrifying than anything else.

       ‘ i mean, logically, i know you won’t. i know they weren’t right. but it’s just... ’  she looks back at him, gestures vaguely at her chest.  ‘ the memories are loud, and they hurt, and even when i know they weren’t right, sometimes it still feels like they were right. but—i trust you. ’  inhaling shakily, she crosses her arms across her torso.  ‘ and i love you. ’