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peter parker

💌 la vie en rose

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la vie en rose (peter parker)

Buildings blur past him as he swings above the busy Manhattan streets. The crime activity has been suspiciously low tonight for Peter. 

Not that he was complaining, it was nice to have a minute to breathe.

He picks a tall skyscraper to land on. Once he settles himself on the edge, he takes the brown paper bag out of his worn backpack. A bright pink sticky note stuck to the front catches his eye. Peter can’t help the grin that breaks across his face when he sees it’s a note from her. Her being the most sweet, most caring, most beautiful person he knew.  

Aside from his aunt of course but that was different. 

‘To my Spidey,

Be careful out there! I’m counting the seconds until you’re back to me again.’ 

Yeah it was cheesy, but that was his girl. Inside was a simple ham and cheese sandwich with a package of sour gummy worms and water. He unwrapped the foil and took a bite. Swinging his legs over the ledge, he takes in the view in front of him. The sun was setting, creating a sky full of soft pinks and oranges blended together. He wishes Y/N was here next to him. She always liked to watch the sun set behind the skyline. Making a mental note of the time and building, he promises himself that he’ll swing her up here sometime. He takes out his biology homework and balances the textbook across his legs. By the time he’s finished the contents of his lunch and gotten through most of his assignments, it has gotten a lot darker. Neither his spidey sense or Karen has detected anything happening around him in the past hour. He decides that it’s time to call it a night and swing his way back to Queens. Packing up his things, he throws the straps of his bag over his shoulders and secures the buckle around his chest. Jumping off the building, he webs the next and propels himself through the streets once again. 

He knows he should probably go straight home. May always worries when he stays out this late, but he feels like he needs to go to see her. The time passes by fast and he instantly finds himself perched on her fire escape. The curtains to her room are drawn but he can see the yellow glow of her bedside table shine through. He taps lightly against the glass. Within seconds, the curtains and window are flung open. He barely has time to look at her before she is burying her face in his chest. His arms wrap around her as he slips through into her room without letting her go. She sniffles into the fabric of his suit. His heart aches at the sound. 

Moments pass before he speaks. “Are you alright, love?” He feels dumb as he lets the question fall past his lips. Of course she isn’t alright. Still she mumbles, “I’m fine, just a little stressed out with school and everything. I feel stupid, it’s nothing to cry about. I’m just dramatic. I missed you.” 

He strokes her hair and eases her away from him so he can look at her face. 

“You’re not dramatic, it’s okay to be stressed.” He takes in her red eyes and he’d do anything to make her feel better in that moment. “I missed you too. Thanks for the note.” She doesn’t respond but manages a weak smile at him. Suddenly he has an idea. 

He takes her hand in his and pulls her out of the room, down the hall, and into the living room. 

“What are you doing?” She questions but she lets herself smile at his sudden enthusiasm. 

“You’ll see.” Moving around the room he pushes the sofa against the wall and then the coffee table follows suit. The middle of the room is stripped bare with her still standing in the center. Walking over to the speaker, he connects his phone and scrolls for a minute until finally tapping the screen. The sound of soft music fills the room. She recognizes the opening notes as her favorite song. Louis Armstrong’s cover of La Vie En Rose. Warmth blooms in her chest as Peter walks towards her, extending his hand to her. He wraps his arm around her waist as she rests her cheek against his chest. The sway in time to the jazz instrumental. She can feel the vibrations in his chest as he hums along to the words. Closing her eyes, she sighs and melts into him with a small giggle. Peter holds her closer as his heart lifts when he hears her laughter. They stay pressed together with him whispering words of love and soft kisses into her hair. The only thing Peter knows for sure is that he’s not going to be the first to let go. He would be perfectly content staying right here with this girl in his arms forever. He sings the final lines softly, only for her to hear. 

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La Vie En Rose

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Les Nymphéas, Claude Monet

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MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

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Zendaya Coleman presenting at the 71st Emmy Awards

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