#you amazing anon

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #can you BELIEVE i made it through that without a big ole smackeroo? amazing #anyway… dont think too hard abt what this is. theyre just in a magical place. dream world. idk. theyre in love does it even matter #shoutout to the anon that requested the kisses on the corners of the eyes…. my friend you spoke to a part of me that needed to awaken #the mush in this was brought to you by my maple tree of romance and a lifetime of boiling over with a need to channel it somewhere #they taste like a sunrise and syrup and i’m choking up #i hope the last page being colored isn’t too jarring it just looked like that in my head #that last panel of pg 2…. boys i’m printing that and sending it to all my friends bc wth i was FEVERISH with nrmts holy fuck #last art of 2023 AND first art of 2024. let it be a year of multi-track drifting #fan art #aa #rendevok #fan comic

[hornyharpy]

I love your art! 💞, can you please do more Jax x Ragatha?? 💘

Damn bro chill-

+ someone asked for Gangle. She's hard to draw...

#thank you anon! #I'll try (: #artists on tumblr #my art #small artist #digital art #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #jax x ragatha #bunnydoll #the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #ragatha x jax #tadc gangle

[putting-kinger-in-places]

Armed Detective Agency, Yokohama

#the request cannot be revealed to you until a day later! for the bit #partially self indulgent because anon didn't specify where #so get my OTHER MAIN FANDOM reveal #whoever guesses my favorite gets a cookie wink wink hint hint obnoxious hinting to you (you get nothing dont even guess) #the amazing digital circus #tadc kinger #kinger #bungou stray dogs

[ask-funnybunnydoll]

Can yall dress up like Adam Sandler please

R: that was horrible...

J: You're a doll... you're MEANT to dress up?!

P: I have never felt better

#tadc #tadc fanart #amazing digital circus #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus #jax #ragatha #pomni #HELP. THANK YOU ANON THAT WAS SO FUN HEHEHE

[aromantic-diaries]

If this flag offends you

I'll help you pack

#aro #aromantic #arospec #aroallo #yesterday i got an anon being arophobic specifically towards aroallos and i am not having that #this is an aroallo friendly blog you guys are amazing #idc if i get hate for posting aroallo positivity i would rather have that than make actual aroallos feel unwelcome

[thunderc1an]

November 7th- a mini firestar

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @arqueervist !!!! Have an amazing day today!

#warrior cats #warriors #thunderclan #firestar #HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! #hope that whatever you have planned today goes wonderful!!! #ENJOY THE CARROT CAKE!!!!! #hope you enjoyed your birthday week firestars!!! #firestar's anon bday #throwing lots of confetti!!!! #yipeeeee!!!! #HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!!! #a mini firestar for you #small enough to put in your pocket #I'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR ON NOVEMBER 1ST!!!! #Everyone is obligated to wish them a happy birthday!!!!

[l3viat8an]

Begging on my hands and knees for Asmo kisses (like the post you did for Solomon awhile back) 

nonnie I’m more then happy to do it!!!

The Solomon ver is right here <3 for anybody who wants to see it!

Asmo loves giving you quick little kisses for attention, usually it just so he can have all of your attention on him -even if it’s just for a minute- but if you just happen to be in public and other people are watching- well their attention is good too~

He absolutely adores playful, silly little kisses!!!- Like he’ll boop you on the nose before leaning in and pecking the tip of your nose!!

If he’s feeling extra needy in public Asmo will walk up behind you and bury his face in your neck, pressing kisses ‘n little nips all over your neck and down your shoulder until you stop him- or don’t and just move somewhere more private ;)

I think his favorite kisses would be when you’re alone in his room and Asmo can kiss you as much as he wants! Deep, slow kisses, with lots of tongue– his, yours, both- he loves it all!

He just really likes how intimate it feels. No rushing, no space between you ‘n him, it’s like you have all the time in the world to just kiss him, focus just on him <3

#All in all kisses with Asmo are amazing!!! but he still whines a little whenever you pull away— #anon! #ro rambles #obey me! #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x reader #obey me suggestive #om! #om! asmodeus #om! x reader #obey me x reader #obey me hcs #om! hcs #azzy <333

[thefrogdalorian]

A little love letter to Din Djarin writers... 🤍

I love that some of you write him as soft and gentle while others focus on the darker, harsher parts of his personality. I love that he can be both a quiet, kind man caring for his child or an intimidating, terrifying bounty hunter who is a lean, mean killing machine... depending on what the fic warrants.

I love how you write him with other characters from The Mandalorian or even with those who would never cross paths with him in canon, from Star Wars or elsewhere. I love how you write him interacting with yourselves and us, and some of you even create your own original characters to exist a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away alongside him.

I love that some of you ship him with that one other special person, while others recognise how desirable he is and ship alllllll the ships. Not forgetting those of you which are here for none of those ships and/or even headcanon him as ace. I love that any of those options allow you to explore your own identities and sexualities through him.

I love that you can write the most tooth-rotting fluff or filthiest smut, and all of those things in between. Whether it's for general audiences or explicit and strictly 18+ ... all of your fics have an audience and someone out there who appreciates your writing.

I love how differently you can interpret him, but there are also so many common themes and tropes running through your writing. I love that there is room for all of your Dins here.

I love that he means so much to you and that all of us here hold him in our hearts a little bit. I love that we can all watch the same episodes and come to entirely different conclusions about him. I love how much we love him.

Getting to be a part of this wonderful community and interact with so many people who love the space tin can man as much as I do has truly been one of the best things that happened to me recently. I'm so glad I made this little blog... It reminded me just how good fandom can be. I am blown away by the number of talented people here!

So, I just wanted to take a moment to express some gratitude towards all of you! Thank you for writing your Dins and please don't ever stop. Finally.... last, but not least:

I love Din Djarin!!!

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #i got a uhhhh not nice anon a couple of days ago lol and i'm not posting it here (truly speaking to the wall) but i didn't want to dwell on #that and instead spread some love around!!! because anyone who is brave enough to put their writing out there is amazing to me #and especially a character as well known and beloved as din... that's far more impressive than sending anon bs lol #anyway i truly mean it i don't read as much as i'd like to because my brain can't take it when i'm focused on my own stuff sometimes but #you all ROCK and i don't want anyone to ever feel like they don't or their din is 'wrong' or OOC bc truly only favreau writes him #100% in character bc he made him lmao. all fanfic is by definition ooc BUT THATS another rant for another time

[writtenbymoonflower]

smut requests, you say😏

well, how about fem reader with tasm!peter where he's feeling insecure about himself (we rarely get to see our boys insecure) and reader wants to make him feel good about himself and see how amazing he is in a more... physical way

sorry, i don't send in a lot of smut requests, though I love to read them!

-🔮

aww i love this! Thanks so much hunny! fem!reader x tasm!Peter Parker

cw: smut and suggestive material. mentions of insecurity, scars

673 words

You felt Peter tense under your fingertips as you trailed your hand up his torso. It wasn’t a pleasured shiver, but rather a pained wince, he had exhaled sharply and pulled away. You stopped kissing him, sitting back on his lap and inspecting him. 

“Did I do something?” You asked him, eyes wide and searching. Glossy at the thought of hurting him. 

“No, baby. You’re okay, just didn’t expect it. He stroked the back of your head, pulling you close to capture you in a long kiss. You let out a little gasp of surprise that he swallowed readily and braced your hands on his bare thigh, letting your fingers slip under the hem of his boxers. He tensed and shrunk again, pulling your hand up to wrap it around his arm. You stilled, pulling away again and curling your hands into yourself. 

“I did it again, you made that same sound.” 

“You didn’t do anything, I just-” He looked like he didn’t want to admit it. But it seemed like his want to reassure you and his flusteredness won out. “I just don’t like people touching me there.” He reached up to stroke your hair cajolingly again. 

“Why?” You asked, searching and sorrowful.

“I just don’t like people looking or feeling there. I got minced up pretty bad in some fights. Left some parts of me lookin’ kinda weird.” He explained, wincing. 

“It’s not weird, nothing on you is.” You looked so dejected it broke Peter’s heart. “You’re so pretty, Pete.” You muttered. 

“Baby,” He scoffed out a laugh. “It’s nothing, really. You don’t have to try and make me feel better.” 

“But I want to.” You said quickly, leaving no room for argument. “Can I see, please?” It was clear he was somewhat hesitant, but he unfurled himself enough for you to inspect his body. His lack of clothes from your planned activity made it easy to see the roughened and scarred skin covering his body in certain areas. It was varying colors and shapes, but they were all pretty in their own way. Knit skin reflected and shone, flashing and pulling. It was mesmerizing. 

“Pretty gnarly, I know.” He joked. 

“I like them,” You shuffled down his lap, leaning into his inner thigh to kiss the scars there. He inhaled sharply, shivering from the contact. You kept going, gently moving your lips over the healed skin, knowing it was probably extra-sensitive. “They’re pretty.” You looked up at him, all doe-eyed. He could feel himself stiffening, the love and contact and kissing all too much for his body as you gently trailed your fingers over the tent in his boxers, making him shudder. 

“Fuck, babe.” He groaned. “Get up here, I wanna kiss you.” He smoothed his palm over your hair and neck as you kissed up his torso, brushing your lips against the scars on his ribs, moving up his neck until you were facing him. 

“I love you, Peter. So, so much. I love every part of you.” You said earnestly. His eyes crinkled with fondness. Ne was no longer thinking about his scars or skin or whatever else. All he could focus on was how soft your touch was and how sweetly you were looking at him. It made his heart ache and his dick twitch. 

“Love you so much, sweet thing.” He said before grabbing your face and smashing your lips against his. You tried to kiss him sweetly, but he quickly roughened, hot tongue licking into your mouth greedily. A horrible sound was pulled from the back of your throat as he pulled you into his lap, your core dragging over his hard bulge. You pulled away and he whined, trying to grab at you. 

“Peter,” You pleaded. “Let me love on you, please.” He quickly caught your meaning as you slid off the bed onto your knees. He wasn’t about to deny, especially when you were looking at him like that. 

“Fuck, sweetness” He groaned as he tugged off his boxers. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

#tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #the amazing spider man #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter smut #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker drabble #peter parker hurt/comfort #peter parker #smut #peter parker smut #drabble #anon ask #anon request

[morebird]

Do you have any tips for how you draw faces so good? Besides just visual references? Do you ever free draw them? I've been trying to figure it out but it's been frustrating to try to find the write way to start I feel the more I practice the more complicated it gets

Is.... the way I draw faces that good? I feel like a lot of you see the final artwork and think that it looks this good from the very start, when actually my art with only the line art looks goofy af, at least for me.

I am going to bare you my soul anon, because I think all the lighting and shading makes everything look better than it actually is:

So here it is Mr. Priest himself in various stages of progress, as you can see the face with only the line art is nothing special, the lighting and shadows is what makes it great.

Now for the advice part. For me at least getting the right shape of everything helps. Forget it's a face, it's just pieces that have to fit together. Don't just look at the shape of each part, but also the space between each of them. I wish I had some examples but most of the times I delete that layer once I have a good sketch. But here is a simplified version of what I do:

So I guess this is an advice of how to properly use visual references. I don't draw without references, because I don't trust my brain, some things are fine to draw from memory but faces aren't one of those things. Also this is just me and how I do things, doesn't mean you cant learn and draw from memory.

Maybe your problem is not the same as mine, for me all the individual pieces are easy to draw but it's all of them together what messes with my brain, so with a rough rough sketch I have everything in its place and then I can work on making it "pretty"

This is without getting into perspective, because that's something that I don't know how to teach or explain and it takes some time to get it right. I have been drawing Destiny stuff for 3 years from all kinds of crazy perspective so after all of that practice drawing a face in a 3 point perspective is not that complicated. References help too 😅

I also would like to mention, I am not an expert or professional. I am still learning too, so maybe this is not the best way to approach things. I know that there are multiple more correct ways to draw faces, with all the circles and lines but that never worked for me. I tried to learn it like that, got frustrated and stopped. And then I started treating faces as robot parts that all have it's place and shape, and it worked.

#I hope this helps you anon #I am sorry for the essay but I feel like I need to answer asks like this properly #i never thought i would be in this position #because the way i do things is so unnecessarily complicated that sometimes i am amazed i manage to draw anything #tutorial #??? #ask

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can we get a crossover between the two greatest baby-tails content creators-Your art+@myyla-x's fics? The way they describe little 2 year old Tails and the way you draw him are just the cutest!! Can't believe no one's asked for this yet!

Any of the scenes would be great to see in your art style, but the one that's on my mind is when Sonic spoon feeds him chili. It's so sweet!

Love your art so much ❤️

aashdifh tysm <3

and i absolutely can, this scene was adorable and i melted

...

also

#anon ask #art request #being called one of the greatest baby tails content creators is making me feel a certain way #everyone go read myla's baby tails fics rn #theyre all amazing #ill fuckin get you if you dont #he is one (1) apple tall #maybe even less #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #unbreakable bond #the brothers ever #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #baby tails #art

[enluv]

— just a thought.

the excessive amount of hate writers have been getting lately is actually terrible?? it blows my mind that people can be so bold and mean on anon but if that anon button was not available they’d NEVER think to send that hate. it’s actually crazy to think that people believe writers owe them anything, yes we’re thankful that you support and read our stories but we are also human, we have feelings and lives too!! please remember that and remember to be kind to your favorite writers (all writers at that) because they work hard to provide you with amazing stories and writings everyday!!

#this is a bit random but I’ve seen so much hate towards writers lately?? #it’s so frustrating to see because no one ever deserves that #and they’re almost always on anon asks #never showing themselves ever #if you really have a problem with a writer maybe block them or just don’t engage with their writings?! #it’s very simple and easy #if you’re a writer on and have been getting hate please don’t for a second think any less of yourself!! #you’re amazing and the writing community loves you #chit chat with coco <3

[sm-baby]

OKAY, BEFORE WE SEE ABLE, I WANT TO MAKE A PREDICTION!!

What if, Able is the Canon!Caine 'equivalent'? But with the twist that he used to be human aswell? He seems like an AI, but he keeps mentioning and doing odd things that don't make sense. Caine tries to find this character in the files, but can't seem to find him (almost like he isn't supposed to be here....)

.. i will not be saying anything except for the fact that I'm taking notes.

#ooo yes yess mmmm #*smells this while doing that hand gesture we do when we wanna take in a smell* #yees.. IDEAS.. GOD YES. #The amazing digital circus #the amazing digital carnival #carnival au #able #THE VOICES #IM GIVING YOU A CUPCAKE ANON THANK YOU

[yellowjackets96]

the way you do the things you do / angus tully x reader — part one

summary / chaos is only natural when barton's resident misfit strikes up a bond with the middle child of the school's most despised instructor.

warnings / none

word count / 1,300+

hii! this one goes out to the very wise anon who suggested a plot revolving around angus and mr. hunham's kid, which, i must say, is an utterly brilliant concept. however, it turned out to be a lot longer than just a mere one-shot like my first one had been, so it'll probably end up being two or three parts. i hope that's okay, lovely anon. thank you for sharing your brilliance with me!

Moreso than anything else, the relationship between the two of you started as an agreement. Well, an unspoken one, but an agreement nonetheless. Somebody had to look out for the two of you, on equal footing as outliers, as social rejects, as the odd men out. No one could be better for that role than you yourselves. 

To your utter dismay, ever since your parents made the decision to ship you off to Barton Academy in order to get you “the best education available” for high school (which was made possible by your father’s half-off tuition staff discount), you found yourself under a level of scrutiny that you never once faced at your old public junior high. It was not your intention to be perceived as the offspring of the most hated man there, either, but word travels quicker than a deer crossing the road at Barton. A concept introduced to the dean on a Sunday morning ends up widely-understood knowledge by a Monday evening. You’d already been written off as the ‘spawn of Satan’ before you even started your first class. Tough fuckin’ luck.

On the other hand, Angus’s isolation was entirely self-imposed. Following several years of what his mother had promised would be a “short-lived maintenance phase,” he became fed up with the entire process — the constant shifting and forced socialization and paperwork and meetings with headmasters. Lather, rinse, repeat, over and over until he felt utterly insane. He grew to resist society’s forced conditioning of him, lashing out the only way he knew how, through acts of adolescent rebellion. Due to how much you contrast from your stickler father, you eventually saw eye to eye with Angus on this. Once you had finally worn him down to the point of dragging a tragic backstory out of him, you understood why, because, of course no teenager could possibly be interested in the art of befriending their peers and engrossing themselves in a community at their third consecutive school. 

But it didn’t start off too swimmingly.

He entered your life on the strangest day of the week, during the least-interesting possible time of year — a Thursday in late February. You learned of his arrival through the grapevine, mere hours before you first saw him. Perched at a seat towards the very corner of the dining hall, you had become increasingly intrigued by the nearby nonstop chatter from a group populated by Georgie Jackson, Philip McNamara, Billy Wolfe, and Teddy Kountze, a rare sight in the seven o’clock breakfast setting, which was typically chock full of half-dead, completely exhausted teenagers.

“You wanna bet it’s gonna be another freak?” Teddy had grumbled, shaking his head dismissively at something optimistic Georgie must have said. “They’re half the school, at this point.”

He not-so-transparently nodded towards you, earning him in-sync laughs from the more agreeable Philip and Billy, and a halfhearted head shake from Georgie. “Christ, dude. And you wonder why we’re the only kids who tolerate you.”

Teddy threw his hands up defensively. “Hey, I’m just sayin’! We could benefit from someone actually cool and fun.”

“God, could you imagine how cool a girl would be?” Billy daydreamed, practically drooling.

The shaggy-haired blonde smirked. “You’re telling me. That’s all I wanted since I first enrolled here. Would be nice if old man Woodrup would do what the student body actually wants, for once.”

“Instead,” Philip piped up, wearing a dejected pouty frown. “I’m hearing this guy got kicked outta three different schools.”

Your curiosity piqued, you finally jumped in, against your better judgment. “What could possibly get a teenage boy tossed from not one, not two, but three schools? That sounds utterly ridiculous.”

The energy sufficiently changed as Teddy shot you a poisonous glare, you watched the trio of his small-time henchmen sink into their seats, seemingly anxious at how angry you were about to make him. His scrunched-up face twisted into a confident smirk, like he was one-thousand percent confident he could ensure you would never speak to him again. “What’s it to you, Walleye Jr.? You think I’d lie about some shit like that? Would you tell your daddy if I did?”

A scoff escaping your throat, you leaned back into your seat, slightly dejected. “Well, no, but-”

“That’s what I thought,” Teddy said, his lackeys chuckling in unison, practically on cue. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends, loser.”

Just like that, enforced unnecessary social hierarchy had left you right back where you were before, with more questions than you could ever get proper answers for.

Once lunch period rolled around, you figured you may as well not try your luck again. 

Wrapping a gentle fist against the surface of your father’s door, you barely had to stand by for more than a few moments before he greeted you, the smile that he saved for you and the rest of your family plastered across his cheeks as he slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a casual hug. Due to the academy’s policy of teacher’s children not being allowed to take their parent’s classes to avoid favoritism, you no longer spent time with him every day as you typically did with your mother back home. The reunion was definitely something you had been yearning for since you last saw him, even though it must have been no less than a week ago last Sunday. For the first time in far too long, something at Barton brought joy back to you. 

“How have you been, sweetheart?” your father asked, his reading glasses bouncing slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sat back down at his desk. He pointed to the chair on the other end of it, offering it to you. You gladly accepted, tugging the seat out and sliding into it.

You shrugged at the question, trying not to pay Kountze and his gang of blockheads too much mind. “Fine. Haven’t really done anything too notable or special.”

“Well, hey,” he offered, sliding a sheet labeled roll call across the desk to you. “Maybe this’ll brighten your spirits, despite how much the prospect of it annoys me.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, you instantly know what he was referring to, your eyes catching on the highlighted name sandwiched between Neil Sweeney and Todd Wedderling, bearing an emboldened word next to it — Angus Tully (NEW). And then, like it were on cue, the door behind the two of you swung open, revealing the sight of an instantly-enrapturing bearer of deeply brown eyes.

“Ah, Mr. Tully,” your father remarked, rising from the desk to greet him. “What a coincidence. I was just introducing them to you.”

Angus snorted. “All good things, I hope.”

“You’ve yet to prove us otherwise,” the older man quipped, before quickly turning toward you. “This is my middle child, the one Dr. Woodrup told you about. They’re a sophomore like you, so even though you won’t be in my class together, I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Picking up on the hint, you offer the other teenager a hand, which he casually shakes. “Pleasure to meet you, Angus.”

The brunette offered a crooked half-smile, enough to draw one out of you, too. “Nice to meet you as well.” Everything about him seemed natural — the way he didn’t force his grin, the warmth of his palm, the distinct waviness of his mud-shaded curls. This school left you perpetually surrounded by well-off jackasses, standing where they were currently placed via generational wealth, rather than strength and perseverance, working off of their own merits as your father had. Not to say that Tully was dissimilar in that manner, but he just felt so distinctly different, like he was not even trying to cultivate a phony persona in the effort of impressing others. If only everyone were like him. Maybe Barton would be bearable after all.

#angus tully x reader #angus tully #the holdovers 2023 #ziggy writes shit #lyric from the AMAZING temptations song #go stream that if you haven't! #anon request

[ask-funnybunnydoll]

Ragatha Jax I NEED you two to hold Pomni like a pathetic cat

P: I am no travel clown! Not even a clown! I'm a Jester! A. JESTER!

J: LOL, thanks Anon! I'll be calling Pomni Clown from now on

P: NOO!!

#amazing digital circus #funnybunny #funnybunnydoll #jax x pomni #jax x pomni x ragatha #pomni x ragatha #tadc fanart #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc #art #fanart #ask #ask blog #jesterdoll #ragapom #buttonblossom #pomni x jax #ALSO THANK YOU SECOND ANON!! HUGS AND ALL >V<

[angelfic]

for the writing game: tasm!Peter Parker, fake dating, and "don't you trust me?" :)

thank you for the request, anon! it’s been ages since i wrote for my fave spidey and i’m a sucker for the fake dating trope sooo here u are <3

tasm!peter parker x reader + fake dating + “don’t you trust me?”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

“Peter,” you hiss, tugging on the back of his shirt to grab his attention when he doesn’t hear you over the blaring music coming from the party downstairs. He turns around, wide eyed and slightly dishevelled. You spot a flash of red and blue in his hand as he shoves his mask into the pocket of his jeans and you gasp. “You said no Spider-Man duties tonight!”

“I know, I know!” Peter winces, not bothering to tell you to keep your voice down since the only other people on the top floor are preoccupied, either far away and making out, or locked up in the bedrooms. He knows you’ve been on his ass to relax and enjoy himself, especially after Aunt May found out about his vigilante activities and forced the two of you to go to one of your classmate’s parties. You take May’s orders very seriously. “I’ve only been out twice tonight, but I swear for the rest of the night I’m staying in.”

“Twice already?” You gape at him, shoulders slumping in disappointment since you should have been paying more attention. Your best friend can be slippery when he wants to be though. “Okay, forget it, we can have fun later. I need your help.”

“What is it?” he asks, standing up straighter and already reaching for the mask.

You roll your eyes and bat his hand away from his pocket. “I don’t need Spidey, I need you. Connor Davies from Biology won’t leave me alone.”

Peter relaxes slightly at the much lower-level threat, but frowns when he registers your words. “Tell him you have a boyfriend or something.”

“I tried,” you deadpan, thinking back on his persistence with irritation. “I said I was here with you, thinking that was vague enough, but that he’d get the hint. When that didn’t work, I said we were together and he still didn’t believe me. I lost him now, but–”

“Quick, look at me,” Peter says quietly, one hand going to your waist as the other cups your face. His eyes dart to something behind you before he meets your gaze again, determined. “I don’t quite think he got the hint. He’s coming over.”

“What?” you whisper, a little alarmed at how close you two are all of a sudden. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly as he raises a brow in questioning. You’re about to bring up the time when he took you for a swing around the city and accidentally let you fall three stories before catching you because a bird flew too close to his face. Then you remember the pressing matter at hand and nod that yes, you do trust Peter. “Good.”

Peter closes the distance and kisses you with a certainty that you’d never expect from him. Your lips move together like you’ve done this a million times before and you hadn’t realised how badly you wanted this until now. You barely register the footsteps going back downstairs when you grip the front of Peter’s flannel to pull him closer and he takes this as a signal to kiss you firmly, his hand gripping your waist a little tighter.

You aren’t sure if you ever plan on pulling away until the door that Peter was previously leaning against swings open, causing him to stumble as a very drunk and very giggly couple comes staggering out. You take a quick step back from Peter to let the couple through, finding it hard to make eye contact with him once they’re gone.

“You, uh, think he got the hint?” you ask, laughing nervously. Peter looks like he’s holding back a grin when he gently takes a hold of your hand to bring you closer again.

“I think he got the hint about 3 minutes ago,” Peter points out, amused. “Biology might be super awkward though.”

“Well, at least I know what to do next time,” you shrug, half of you joking. The other half wants there to be a next time.

Peter gasps in mock-offence. “Wow, is that all I am to you? Not even going to take me out to dinner first?”

“How about an ice cream date?” you ask boldly. You and Peter have gone out on late-night ice cream runs ever since he got his licence, but you’d never stuck the word date on the end.

Peter smiles openly this time, already dragging you towards the stairs and you find yourself mirroring his grin. “Ice cream date it is. You know Aunt May is gonna make you recall the entire night to her later, right?”

“Yeah, well, what’s new?” you snort, well aware of May’s intentions towards the two of you. “You better get the camera out.”

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