#thwipshot

@thwipshot / accepting / stuff my boyfriend said

“I started doubting you twenty minutes ago, buggy.” One eye is swollen shut behind the green lenses of her goggles, ashen hair stained with blood as he wraps her rolled ankle with webbing till Strange can really bind it. He’ll scold the two of them, Ciri for flubbing the landing when you can do better, Cirilla and Peter for thinking she could keep up with him because her cabling doesn’t move as quickly as the webbing, Peter. She isn’t really made of steel, no matter how much she’d like to think so. She’ll snap at his fingers with sharp teeth while she wipes the blood from beneath Peter’s cheekbone and he’ll only laugh at the both of them, sipping from the hot chocolate Ciri had demanded asked for when they came in.

DARK EYES / BRIGHT SOUL;; these eyes would be no doorway, but instead an ironclad door. Nothing would be shared that wasn’t fully intended. Those were the same deep, deep eyes that took their precious time acknowledging the superhero.

“Greetings, Spider-Man, or whatever it is you wish for me to call you.” She turned, no longer wishing to bare her back as though asking for a rigid dagger to be plunged into it. Such trust was so very unearned. Dainty, manicured fingers played with the gold fringe of her sleeve sneakily. It didn’t take much for it to begin to fray.

Lax & emotionless, her voice would drawl. Coral lips parting softly, she finally continued.

“Worry not, for I am not the enemy nor do I wish to steal your spotlight. For now, you can just think of me as a messenger. A guardian, if you will. Or are you that set on knowing names?”

Felicia rested her head against the wall, letting out a deep sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. It seemed that all of those college roommate horror stories were absolutely true. Though she had tried to give Brittany the benefit of the doubt, this was the third night that week that she had been kicked out so that she could hang out with some student athlete. As much as she wanted to be accomodating, she also wanted a decent night’s sleep before her exam at eight in the morning. 

Pulling her knees up to her chest, she grabbed her phone and glance at the time. It was already midnight? Well, wasn’t that just perfect. She bit her lower lip, her gaze going to the door for just a brief second before she shook her head. To go in would only mean disaster for herself. She was sure of it. Instead, she grabbed her notes and began to look them over. That was, until she heard some footsteps. Felicia suddenly wished she wasn’t wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants. She looked up, seeing it was the boy from down the hall. She had never officially met him, but she had seen him before. “I swear I don’t usually just hang around the hall... My roommate locked me out,” she explained.