IC Contact

[bitras]

✯ texts ✯ emails ✯ calls ✯

Comments

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

hey. sort of fell asleep looks like.

[bitras]

Hey. You know, you should warn a guy you're a heavy sleeper.

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

hey. what are your thoughts on a christmas themed little get together that consists of you, me, and wade?

[bitras]

I think I like you and Wade and I'd love to have some holiday time with you guys.

What are you guys thinking?

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

do i ever bother you? with what i can do?

[bitras]

Not once. Not ever. I don't even mind if you read my mind.

Why? Was someone bothered?

delivery!

[legellely]

A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Peter. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! 💗 Elle

Xmas Secrets

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

The letter will appear with any others at the end of Peter's bed overnight and without any sign of breaking-in entry.

The writing on the front is a chicken scratch of Peter's name and at some point, he might find out that it's Tim's own hand and that the kid has appalling penmanship. Inside the cutout ransom note style lettering simply spell out.

'Tim's other name is Red Robin and he's been doing this since he was thirteen.'

[bitras]

Peter wakes up to the letter, staring at it oddly as he tries to figure out what it means. For a moment none of it makes sense to him.

And then it all snaps into place.

The cut out letters though really cause an uneasiness with him. Especially when he finds the locks and security measures all still in place.

Fuck.

He picks up his device and sends Tim a text.

Someone's trying to make your life difficult here.

He attaches a picture of the letter.

There's no part of him that doubts the truth of it though. There were things Tim had said that made him wonder, so this isn't something he doesn't believe.

backdated Christmas kink reveal

[adultflash]

There's another card on Peter's bed, this time "from" Barry. It reads:

I want to put myself on display for you, be your muse. Maybe even pleasure myself while you watch. I may not think I'm handsome enough, but maybe you'll convince me. ~Barry

un: araneatribus; text

[bitras]

How could you not think you're handsome? Someone should show you just how attractive you are.

You could say this to me too and not just leave notes.

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

what's your favorite thing to photograph?

[bitras]

People. Mostly when they think I'm not looking.
So I can catch the expressions they think no one else sees.

Why?

ATTN: PETER PARKER

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18767 Violation: Interfering with SIN Guard Duties and Assaulting a SIN Guard Fine: 1 week jail Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

pillow talk of sorts.

[overconfidently]

Tonight's one of those nights Nate is staying at Peter's place rather than the provided apartment he's been assigned in the Down with his lack of contract at the moment. He'll get one. He will. He just... is still taking his time.

Like with brushing his teeth there in the bathroom.

Peter's in bed, he can feel him there rather effortlessly and the thought has him smile to himself as he watches the way the water runs down the drain in the sink. While some small part of him might have been unsure after they linked up with one another through his telepathy, namely the whole possibility of feeling the other die thing, it's a comfort to him at the same time; he likes being able to feel the other like he can and that Peter can now feel him.

When he joins him in bed, it's with an affectionate little nuzzle to the crook of the other man's neck and a soft puff of laughter before he settles himself there beside him, tucking himself in nice and close.

"Can I ask you something?"

[bitras]

Peter lays half sprawled on the bed, eyes partially closed and just listening to the sounds of Nate moving around. He can't help but to think about what it could be like to have this all the time, to always hear Nate in this house, and to have a space that was theirs for as long as they have here.

So when he feels the bed dip beneath Nate's wait, he shifts to lean back into him with a smile.

Going slightly still at that question, moving his hand to brush along Nate's hip as he gives a nod.

"Of course," he murmurs. "Always." He shifts to face him fully. "Everything okay?"

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

i'm about to tell you something and i need you to promise me you won't freak out or get upset, ok?

[bitras]

... Wow, that's not scary?
I promise to do my best.

private text backdated to the event XD

[the_real_mccoy]

Hey. How ya been buddy?

[bitras]

Hey.

Had been doing a lot better until recently obviously.

You okay?

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

hey. going to be coming home a little later than usual.

[bitras]

Everything okay?

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

in a couple weeks, i'll have been here for a year.

[bitras]

What seriously?

How do you feel about that?

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

officially graduated. been a whole year now.

[bitras]

... feel any different?

So I guess we need to try something you've never done, huh?

text; un: grey

[overconfidently]

so i got this text on my phone. with being a new graduate and all. my first "challenge" apparently.

[bitras]

They text you about it?

What are they expecting?

[ He can't help but to think about others talking about how the first time had been with someone new and he hates how he feels a spike of jealousy. ]

post-network.

[overconfidently]

It's a little after Nate said he'd come home that he does, finally, do that. He shouldn't have reacted the way he had — shouldn't have been so quick to get upset with Peter and taking it the wrong way, but. Sometimes it's hard for him when he's so used to hearing in various ways how people feel about him being able to do what he can do... even when he's not meaning to.

He takes a little time to just cool off — get it together before he makes his way inside their house, letting the door click shut softly behind him. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he feels out where Peter is and stands there, head down a little, slight frown there on his face.

"Hey..."

[bitras]

Peter finds himself going over what he'd said, and how brainless it had been. He knew that Nate had dealt with a lot because of what he could do, and Peter never wanted him to think that Peter thought anything less of him because of what he is.

He trusted that Nate would come home, but it took everything in him not to go after him, to track him down using just that connection to try and find him. Yet he hadn't. Because he respected Nate and his need for space.

There's no spider sense letting him know Nate was home because there was no danger. Just the sound of the door and then Nate there with that soft word.

He took a step closer, a hand lifting and then letting it fall to his side.

"Baby..."

The word is tight, a hint of pain in it, trying to find the right words.

"I love our connection. I wanted it then and now its part of me. It means so much to me. Like you."

telepathy;

[overconfidently]

Scott's gone, too.

[bitras]

Fuck. Nate, I'm so sorry.

Where are you?

text; un: protofeminist

[aspirers]

Hello, Peter.
I know it has been some time, but I have been thinking about diversifying and growing my business, and I know we once talked of your art work being showcased. I would love to host some sort of art show. If you are interested or if you know of any other artists in the city.

[bitras]

Eloise! Hi!

I would be all for putting together some pieces for a show. I never thought about actually doing that until here but I'd love to try.
I know there used to be an active art gallery but not sure anyone is still there actively displaying but I bet there's other artists here.

Text: UN: Kon

[worstpossibleway]

I'm sorry about this. You don't know me and you probably won't want to after this either but I've been told this has to be done and well, I saw you on the network and I'm far too new here to know (8) eight people so...

[the_real_mccoy]