#sometimes all u need to wonder around w your besties in good fits
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Today is such a good day, celebrating by bestieâs birthday. Weâre going to the park, the weathers beautiful. I love my outfit, I feel good for the first time in while. â¤ď¸
#me#fall vibes#sometimes all u need to wonder around w your besties in good fits#fall#we love a knee high boots and mini skirt vibe#autumn đ#also their cat đ#fat babe#body positive#shameless selfie#cats#girls with glasses#curly hair#plus size#hottie#đ#positive mental health day#itâs the vitamin D#and the friendship#selfie
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idk if youâre taking requests or anything, if you arenât ignore this, but if you are I would die for a classic, upside down spider-man kiss with the loml spider-noir. poor guy would probably be very surprised at first but suddenly its his favorite thing to do. thanks I love you and your work!!
ANDâ mayhapsâŚ. a first kiss with noir? if u have time!Â
sorry for answering so late nonnies! i feel so bad about that, i promise i wasnât ignoring yâall. same goes to the few other requests i have in my inbox right now!Â
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âš inconvenient feelingsâš (spider-noir x reader)
word count: 2.5k
a/n: can you tell i had no idea what to call this lol. i didnât edit either bc⌠oof. iâve been struggling a lot with writerâs block (nothing new, honestly lmaoo) lately and someone close to me recently passed away and i havenât quite⌠been able to wrap my head around it?? i donât know, not to be a little bitch but this week consisted of a lot of school stuff, emotions, and anxiety so thanks @ the people who requested this bc i needed to write some wholesome stuff. also thx at my bestie for helping me out w ideas, ily broz. anyway, thereâs some minimum ripeter x reader although itâs solely platonic! hope you all have a lovely week (:
taglist: @marvelousmorales
Itâs not convenient. Convenient was that one person with the pretty smile whose eyes seemed to possess an affinity to him that one time at a jazz club, or the singer with the honey voice and smooth runs more soothing than the late night singing of a mother to her child. A poor goon who smooched his fist whilst it collided with his face could even fit the designation, reallyâ but what mattered, the simple component they shared, was that all three were just a speck in a sea with no end; an eternal blue void with only more possibilities hiding in the pitch-black depths neither he nor the lightâs fingertips could touch. They were safe. Uncomplicated.
Peter stared out the window, at a completely distinct world, far from a city in a vintage film: the ongoing the mechanical song of speeding cars, the newer and taller lit up buildings, the blinking golden lights, identical to a field of a thousand miniscule suns. This was not convenient. Itâs⌠so differentâ like day and night, water and fire. This meant to swim out of the ocean he belonged to and reach for a foreign land, to run after a mere drop of water when a whole fucking body existed behind him. Itâs not safe. Itâs complicated.
Your sleepy eyes roamed the same page for the fifth time with no precise purpose, more disoriented than a newcomer in a large city until they traveled and spotted their true destination: Peterâs own sight deeply engulfed in the view outside, the twisting of his brows every now and then filling your mind with wonder and curiosity at what could possibly be running through that brain of his. You couldâve continued with the ogling like the damn creep you were (seriously, you gotta stop it with that, you told yourself), but you slipped and made a mistakeâ the most laughably absurd misstepâ worse than trying to take a picture of a stranger and then, to your utmost terror, the flash going offâ which wouldnât have occurred in the first place if youâd paid your electricity bills on time. Your apartment wouldnât have been plunged into darkness, and you wouldnât have, without thinking, your head clearly not in its right place at the moment, slightly tilted your phone and directed your phoneâs flashlight right at the side of his face. You quickly pulled the beam of light away, as if that would work; however, his gaze drifted to you. âSorry.â You blurted out, acting casual and pretending to focus on the journal on your lap. âYou were so quiet, I thought you had fallen asleep.â You lied.
âNo, Iâm awake.â He said, furrowing his brows to himselfâ of course you already knew that. You mumbled a small âgoodâ, holding the notebook close to your face, like a child staring through the window of a pet shop at some puppies, shining the âsmartphoneâ, heâd learned, over the pages. You bit your lip, your shoulders shaking with your surfacing laughter.
âOh, man, this oneâs so dumb.â You snickered before running your finger up the paper, clearing your throat. âOctober 8th, 1999. Today I came back from my camping trip with Peter, Ben, and May. We ate a lot of s'moresâ Uncle Ben makes the best! We also told some scary ghost stories, and I even made Pete scream. It was awesome. You will not believe what happened!â You read the last sentence with a dramatic tone, similar to that of a terrible news headline from a sketchy website, making yourself more comfortable on the L shaped bench seat and leaning into Peterâs side.
Peter tensed at first, but slowly, he pushed himself to relax after you rested your head on his shoulder, a quiet voice in the back of his head speaking against his desires, echoing the terrifying thought that he could get used to this. âI donât know, enlighten me: what happened?â He asked, amused. You lifted your finger, eyebrows raising gradually, building up the suspense. He waited, and waited, and waited, until, finallyâ
âI have to go eat dinner. Iâll tell you later.â You finished with an unhumorous voice and a poker face. Yet again, he awaited in silence, interested. Man, you took this suspense thing quite seriouslyâ wait.
âAnd?â
âThatâs it.â
âThatâs it?!â He looked down at you and you nodded. âOh, c'mon! You just gonna leave the reader hanging like that?â
You shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin, loving his genuine disappointment as you flicked the page. âSometimes thatâs just the way it is.â
âOh, what malarkey!â He laughed softly. You crinkled your noseâ malarkey. What a dork.
You resumed scanning the barely discernible handwriting, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards. âAlright, this one does have an ending.â You sat up, rolling your shoulders back only to go back to your position of hunching over the journal. âApril 3rd, 2000. Iâm sorry Iâve been gone for so long, I forgot I had this journal. Something crazy happened.â
âThe end.â
âShut up.â You shushed him, shaking your head. â'I hung out with Peter today. We rode our bikes, had a race down the hill near my house, and I also got a butterfly to land on my finger. Man, I love insects!â âŚand I still do.â You smiled and he glanced down at you, his mouth twitching. A peculiar glow in his chest grew, fueled him after he recognized that you felt comfortable enough to share this part of you with him; an insight on the stories that carved you into the person that you were today, the being that made every classy, pearly white grin and musical prodigy so boring, so undesirable.
You shuffled on your bum to turn and face Peter, continuing, âWe came back home to play some more. We were sitting in front of the TV when, suddenly, he said my name, and like a normal person would, I looked at himâŚâ You inclined forward, voice quieting, looking up at him.
âYou wonât believe what happened.â
His eyes darted heavenward and he groaned. âOh, lord.â
âHe kissed me!â You cried out, with as much emotion that past you spilled onto the paper with the five exclamation marks and the three times you underlined the sentence. You slammed the notebook shut and let out a strangled clamor. âI still remember it very clearly. It was just a peck, but he fucking⌠smashed his mouth into mine, it hurt so much and my lip started bleeding and everything.â You giggled, abashed, rubbing your eyes.
Peterâs brows rose with surprise, pondering how an alternate seven-year-old version of him from another universe had more balls than him. He had to admit, though, the scene playing in his head was more entertaining than unfortunate. âAnd whatâd you do?â He questioned, his mouth twitching.
âHe was just curious and wanted to see what kissing someone was like, so we promised we wouldnât talk about it ever again. He was so embarrassed, though, and felt so bad for making me bleed that he almost started crying.â You recalled, chuckling as you eyed the cursed diary one last time and placed it beside you. âWhat an idiot. I miss him.â You sighed, peering up at him, grinning. âWhat was your first kiss like, huh?â
It was comical, almost, the raging blush that trickled his face, the greyish tint screaming for the worldâs attention. It was just a Peter Parker thing, you guessed: blushing like there was no tomorrow. âUh, my first kiss?â You nodded. âWell⌠it happened when I was eighteen.â
You put the side of your head against the wall, eyes going round, your inquisitiveness close to that of a kid listening to a grandparentâs story. âWas it romantic?â You wanted to know everything: who the person was, the place, the context. Did he enjoy it? Did he make the move? And if so, then was there a chance that, maybeâŚ
Unlike you, he did not have much interest in the subject; he stuttered, searching for a way to move on from the memory before he imploded. âI donât, I donât think anyoneâs first kiss is romantic.â
You squinted at him, noticing his obvious attempt at dodging the question, but chose to spare him. Just for a few milliseconds, though. âHave you ever had⌠a perfect kiss?â You said, unsure of how to word such a silly question. He shook his head and you hummed, silently taking in a quick breath, your gaze moving to your right. âHave you thought about what you want it to be like?â
Should he say it? He wanted to. He really did. But he couldnât, even if his eyes almost flickered down to your lips. âWho thinks about that?â He muttered. Perhaps he had. Perhaps heâd been guilty of having the thought slither into his mind once or twiceâ possibly more than just that. Perhaps itâd pestered his mind as of recent, like that damn small scratch on his glasses that wonât go away no matter how many times he tried to wipe it away as if that would even help. Perhaps it returned as you unconsciously licked your lips and raised your shoulder, a bashful grin growing on your face.
âI have, when Iâm bored. An upside down kiss with a cute guy.â You admitted, your eyes narrowing afterward, only just now realizing how bizarre the idea was once you said it aloud. Your impatience throbbed in your head so badly you didnât mind the embarrassment as much, though. You really were doing this, huh? âI think I found the cute guy.â You hinted, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.
He understood the insinuation, of course he did. But what better way to run from your feelings than close his trembling hand into a fist, pretend to be clueless, and act like an idiot?
âWhoâs the lucky fella?â
Didnât think he was so stupid, you grumbled in your head, masking your faint irritation. You pressed your lips together, sight on your cushions. âSomeone I like quite a lot.â You vaguely said, voice distant. âThough I donât think youâd understandâ youâre not one to fall in love, no?â
It was half a joke but half a real question, one with solely one right answer you yearned to hear from him if you got lucky enough. Peter blinked nervously, fear burning in his stomach, clenching his insides as his tongue dared to break free from his control, from his cowardly spell. âLately Iâve had someone in mind.â He breathed out, close to breaking out in a sweat. He watched how your eyes dimly lit up, hesitance impeding the light from fully glowing.
âReally? And who is this âsomeoneâ?â
âItâs a secret.â
âTell me.â
âNot now.â He gulped. You pouted, begging with your eyes. âN-no.â
âAre you ever gonna make a move?â
Peter drew his lower lip between his teeth, feeling dizzy just by thinking about it; the downfall of the relationship once the distance became too much, once the malaise with no cure finally rotted the adoration, infested the heart, decayed it. âNo.â Same answer. Same bedeviled word that boomed in his head whenever his emotions were close to getting the best of him.
âWhy havenât you done it yet?â You whispered, not caring anymore about how obvious you were
being. He frowned. Why hadnât he done it yet?
âI donât know if I should.â
âWhy not?â
Why not? His own thoughts repeated, betraying him. The confusion unlatched the cage, released all the questions and doubts about his reasons and dread. They crowded his brain, rang in his ears. âItâs⌠itâd be too hard to keep the relationship alive.â He retold more to himself and the storm of interrogations than you.
Your brows snapped together, your own fear knocking on the door again. âIs it not worth it to try, though?â Itâs what youâd told yourself: the antidote to unfreeze your limbs and wave goodbye at the concern hanging in there, because⌠was it not?
In the overwhelming haziness, he finally looked at you. Itâs what he needed to come upon a realization, a truth he knew all along but crumbled and threw away. Everything hushed, one single, final phrase in the quiet of it all.
Convenient wasnât what he wanted.
âIt is.â He said under his breath.
You heard him, and your eyes twinkled. âWell, then make the move.â
He couldnât help it anymore. His eyes found your lips.
âI will.â
You stared at each other for a moment, anticipation never more warming than right then as it fluttered in your chest. To your biggest disappointment, he broke eye contact and stood up. âClose your eyes for a moment.â He ordered, his face indistinguishable in the dark now that he was further away.
âCreepy, but okay.â You huffed, your eyelids fluttering shut. âYou better not be running away right now, youâd break my poor olâ heart.â
âDonât worry, thatâs not the case.â You heard him say. You trusted him, which couldâve been a terrible choice. The total silence that followed didnât put you to ease at all, honestly. Maybe you annoyed him so much with your questions that he was about to murder you, and if thatâs what was happening, you were quite sad, to say the least.
Your eyelids were itching to open and you lifted a brow, straining your ears to distinguish any sign of his presence. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âYouâre not gonna believe whatâs about to happen.â
You snorted at his reference, but his voice was⌠oddly close. You opened your eyes, andâ âOh, fuck!â You yelped and jumped back in your seat. Damn right you werenât gonna believe what was about to happen, for Peter dangled from the ceiling right in front of you, upside down.
âIs it too much of a strange idea? I was going to simply stick to the ceiling upside down, but then I thought⌠thatâd be⌠worse.â He clumsily explained. You looked up at the web he hung from, laughing in disbelief.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You repeated, but you werenât madâ your large smile backed that up. You couldnât figure out if it was a blush creeping up his face or if it was from the fact that he was upside down. Both, maybe.
âIâm making a move.â
You giggled, glad you confessed what you considered to be a perfect type of kiss to him or else you wouldnât had witnessed how absolutely ridiculous he looked right now. âSo youâre willing to help me check 'kissing someone upside downâ off my bucket list?â You smirked.
He grinned. âIt would be my pleasure.â
You bit your lip, placing both hands on his head. âAlright, then.âÂ
You leaned forward, the tip of your nose brushing against his chin. You softly kissed the area below his bottom lip to tease him, but he didnât want to wait any longer. Not after so long. Quickly, he enclosed your own bottom lip with his mouth, lastly fully aware that inconvenient truly was magnificent.
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