gwennie | closed action starters ][ deerington

closed action starters ][ deerington

mostly for when it's too late to post to an event log
or when a tdm prompt that i like comes up

[ gwen's aware of the mask no-no, just like she's very aware of the kissing no-no, too, but none of that seems to be registering in her head right now. not that it's been actively mentioned at all, but there's definitely a rule that's being broken here. like, a spidey rule, maybe. like kissing a coworker - you just shouldn't do it. or like, kissing your best friend's boyfriend. or ex-boyfriend. and it's not really her best friend but it's still mj and that's messed up. this is so messed up.

but kissing peter parker is so awesome.

( no, it's not )

oh, it definitely is. she's sure it is. he's a great kisser, and his lips are just really kissable, how did she not notice that until just now? this is great. god, she didn't realize she actually missed kissing someone, but she totally has. wow. she'll have to unpack that later.

( there's going to be a LOT to unpack later, idiot )

shhh.

peter breaks the kiss but gwen's still up on her toes a bit, not totally willing to move away just yet. it's not suave, but it's sweet, and gwen ends up smiling ]

Yeah. You, too. [ a beat. did she want it? that was an interesting question. something she still isn't totally in the right mind to figure out just yet ] We should go somewhere.

[ we should go somewhatnow? this place is really loud all of a sudden, okay, and she's not done with this whole kissing peter thing. that's a thing she wants to do more of. but not here, and not with peter's nose smushed under the mask where it's bunched up, and with people yelling and her spider-sense freaking out like a mild headache. ugh. so many inconveniences. like the two guys who just crashed into the table she tried to put her glass on before. can they not? she's still got her eyes on peter ( ok, his mouth, just his mouth ) when she reaches a hand out to shoot two, three webs in their direction. no finesse, but now they're just squirming around instead of actively trying to hurt each other. see? she can still be a good superhero even while wanting to make out with somebody. she's totally got this. ]

[He hops down, his mask still peeled up. He almost doesn't care about it — wouldn't even be that bothered if he got de-masked here and now, he's so entranced by the idea of being here at the new year with her. Wait, no, that's not... Whatever, he'll worry about how weird that thought was in his head later. Much later. She says 'we should go somewhere' and he's feeling a trill of eagerness at the thought.]

Yeah! [He doesn't even look as he also webs someone to a wall. What? They had a machete. They could really poke their own eye out, and that'd ruin the moment. Also, their eyesight. Which even in his foggy brain is a big concern.] I mean yes. Yes, let's get outta here.

[It's been a long while since he's 'gone somewhere' with someone else in some romantic way. But that's not important to dwell on. He clasps her hands and looks at the door. He licks his lips, backing up a little in his head.] I mean, if you want to, I'd like to. Too. Kinda noisy in here.

[(WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER.)

Her hand in his, Spider-Kisser starts leading them out and to the door, casually webbing and tripping and side-stepping the more violent hoards of people in here. Maybe they should hang out on the roof; nice and quiet up on the roof; but it's just kissing, right? Totally just make-outs. Nothing else! Right? Right. This isn't weird, not weird at all. Not even an inkling of it being off crosses his mind.

How annoying, he'll think, way later.

It wouldn't be his first time he's coasting under a villainous influence, but this is just downright mean of Deerington.]

Yeah? Definitely.

[ she brightens when he says he wants to leave too, because yes, awesome. there's too many loud people in here. who keep like, coming after them. which is absolutely unacceptable - spider-kisser is her kissing buddy, they need to accept that and back off. but they're holding hands now, sooo, she's pretty sure the message is clear. she doesn't seemed really worried about it anyway. their hands might even be swinging a little bit between them as they web people who happen to fight too close to them, or worse, actually try to attack them directly. rude, much? most people just get webbed, but those people get kicked and webbed. it's much worse.

when she gets shoved from the side she almost immediately turns to web them up too, but it sent her stumbling into peter, who still has a very kissable mouth, and she's totally distracted all over again. like an idiot.

they're so damn close to the door it's actually kind of comical, but gwen is taking it upon herself to pause their forward momentum, for just a second, to reach up to hook her finger in the collar of his costume and pull him in for another kiss.

just a little one, though.

well, it starts that way.

she at least starts to step backwards, towards the door, even while she keeps kissing him.

there isn't a strong enough word for the amount of embarrassing guilt she's going to feel in about seven seconds, but for now she's riding the high of this, too. she feels good. she's felt good all night, but now it's better because she's sharing it with somebody that means a lot to her.

her back finally bumps into something and she pauses, smiling into the kiss and catching his lip between her teeth before she rests back against the door just to look up at him for a moment. and to shoot someone nearby in the face with a web. but honestly, above all the other crap going on around them, whatever that's about, she kind of likes the feeling of being between peter parker and the solid surface of the door behind her. in a totally dirty way, she won't lie. sorry, between peter parker in spandex and the solid surface of the door behind her. yeah. important distinction.

but eventually she gets moving again, uses her butt to open it behind her, pulling him along with her with a laugh ]

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[Oh, good, they're on the same page re: kissing, because he's been staring at her lips the whole time they were walking. By the time he's twisted around and she goes in for another, he's absolutely ready to take her for a round two — his blood's pounding in his ears (something's happening in here) and there's a mischievous little smirk on his face. Wow. Wowzers. And other embarrassing terms that should've been left in Leave it To Beaver (Peter!!!). He keeps his hands pressed against either side of the doors, lost in the feel of teeth grazing his lip. He lifts his mask. He's not sure why he does it — just knows nobody behind them can see his face, and that's enough.

He nearly whines in complaint when she butts the door open too literally, lurching forward into the cold air outside—]

[—only to stand there with slowly widening eyes, cheeks flushed and mask in hand. He'd be really relieved that nobody's out here right now to see, but he's too busy staring at Gwen with a deer-in-the-headlights look, his hand still clasped in hers. And very suddenly, all those thoughts he'd had under lock and key inside? Spilled out in his head.

He's not even. Sure. What to say. What should he say? Oh, god.

Um.

Uh— He opens his mouth? Tries words? No words, okay, nevermind, no words. Improvise. What does Spider-Man do when he has no words? Is that even a thing that happens?

Gwen, say something. You first. C'mon.]

... Oh.

[Oh.

Oh, shit.]

[ it's a shame gwen's too caught up in her own head to realize it sooner, but her deer-in-headlights look came complete with a too-tight grip on peter's hand, like her body is trying to find something to keep her steady while it waits for her brain to catch up with everything that just happened and is happening while they stand there. her spider-sense kicks in hard enough to make her brow furrow for a moment, but it definitely helps, uh, snap her out of it. whatever that was.

what just happened? how could she let that happen?

it's around now that she realizes she's still holding peter's hand, he gives her an oh and she slowly slips her fingers out from his. she just looks shocked, still. until- she's not. she blinks a couple times, full-on stammering- ]

I, um- That- Wuh-

[ shit, since when can't she find words? it's the mental whiplash, that's all, it's going from the giddy excitement of- a PARTY, right, the party, to this. to hearing screams and yelling when a second ago she really didn't hear anything at all, too caught up in her own head and peter's mmmnothing let's not think about that.

her hand moves again, but it's not to take his back- she's touching the mask, just kind of pawing at it while she stares at him because she still can't piece together when their conversation led to full on making out. it feels like it just- happened. how? not that she hated it-

oh god, gwen, focus. ]

Your mask, Pete. [ nobody's out here with them yet, but when her eyes move past him to see what's going on back in that room, that distracted pawing turns into a full hey, hey, hey pat on his hand, his arm, then his shoulder while she moves by him ]

--ohmygod- [ she's going to give herself physical whiplash, with the way she keeps looking between peter and the room they just left. but she's honestly torn - she needs to fix this, whatever just happened with peter they need to talk about it and figure out what the hell happened and fix it because that- wasn't- they should not have- but there's people screaming in rage in the ballroom so ] We- Later. Later? [ she's touching her wrists to turn on her webshooters, walking backwards because she needs to talk to him, right, she can't just run back in there without saying something ] I mean, not [ here's a vague gesture back and forth between the two of them ] -not that again later. I meant talk later. [ wow ] Thrilling heroics now, talk later. Right.

[ her expression definitely shifts into yes, i'm aware i sound like an idiot, let's just pretend i don't, please? real fast before she turns back around, running back into the fray. and of course, the intention was to team up with spider-man and help keep all those people in there safe from each other. however! she runs in there and she gets hit with the worst level of kill-kill-kill this place can throw at her, and she starts off without looking back. so.

that's cool. ]

[And all the while, Peter watches her go through a long and clearly complicated set of thoughts and emotions, looking like a dumbstruck idiot. It's only when she redirects attention to his mask that he finally snaps to attention and everything sort of bleeds back into competency again. People are definitely attacking each other in there; his spider-senses go off as he rushes to pull his mask back on and turn toward the chaos.

That was fucked up, Deerington.

He's going to do his best not to focus on what just happened and get everyone roped up and out of harm's way. In a way, it's almost a good thing that people are going bonkers, since it gives them something to do! Right? Right? Okay no, it's not good, it's a mess, this is a mess. Time to swing, swing, thwip, no quips actively available; heroics now, talk later. Much later, after he melts into the earth to die a horrible, embarrassed death.

As Gwen vanishes into the fray and his lower lip aches and his spider senses warn him of a flying hammer, he can only think—]

Hello, 2019.

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