‍‍ ‍‍ 𝑜s𝗰͟𝗼͟rp'𝐬 ‍‍𝖋𝗂𝗇𝚎𝚜𝚝.

⠀ ⠀ it’s then than pete curls his arms ⠀ around a slim and slender waist ⠀ line. smiling softly as he pulls the ⠀ boy onto his thighs. nodding his ⠀ head. “hi, pretty boy.” ⠀

⠀ ⠀ how could they not ¸ᐣ ⠀pete just ⠀ knew in his heart that he’d never ⠀ be able to overcome that feeling, ⠀ constantly being in love with harry ⠀ osborn did that to him. kept that ⠀ smile form against lips as he speaks ⠀ next. “mmh. hello to you too, har.” ⠀

⠀ ⠀ n’ that, as always, is where his stomach ⠀ turns. parting lips to allow for words ⠀ to seep against them, and returning ⠀ the felt touch with another press ⠀ against pinks. nodding his head, ⠀ mumbling the phrase in return. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ there’s a surprises sort of noise, ⠀ peter slightly out of it — half in ⠀ a nap where he’s sat, before a ⠀ smile wipes against his features, ⠀ turning his head to press brims ⠀ against harry’s. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ pete’s got a nickname for you, ⠀⠀ but i don’t ？ c’monnnn what ⠀⠀ am i supposed to call you ？ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ my malfoy 🥰 ⠀

⠀ woo! so, she’s 𝑛𝑜𝑡 totally alone in the dysfunctional family department! they should start a club, or something. ⠀

⠀ anyone else’s mom gotta’ restraining order on their dad? … no? just her’s? cool, cool. ⠀

Don’t be mean but hey they’re nicer