#Peter parker x mj

[incorectquoteswlw]

Kate:

Pete:

Kate:

Peter:

Kate: So our girlfriends

Peter: OH MY GOD OUR GIRLFRIENDS

Kate: HOW DID WE GET SO LUCKY??

Peter: I DON'T KNOW??

[liz-allyn]

sugar + vice - the collection (so far)

a mafia love story • TASM!Peter Parker x OFC/MJ! Variant Read on AO3 because, yeah.

Over a decade ago, Peter Parker of this (alternate) universe survived a horrible tragedy and saw firsthand the depth of New York City's corruption. He challenged the Underworld and conquered it. Now, he's its god.

The last thing he needs is some sweet Persephone — at a coffee shop, no less — smiling at him, charming him, intriguing him. Tempting him.

Innocence never tasted so sweet.

VOLUME 1

Ch.1 | Ch. 2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14 | Ch.15 | Ch.16 | Ch.17 | Ch.18 | Ch.19 | Ch.20 | Ch.21 | Ch.22 | Ch.23 | Epilogue [complete; 172k words, mob!au] 🌶⚔️ ❤️‍🩹

VOLUME 2 [in progress]

1 • Love On The Brain 11.9k words 🌶

2 • Bittersweet 5.6k words NEW ❤️‍🩹

INTERLUDES (coming soon)

New Rules • Of Monsters and Men • Mother's Day • The Perfect Drug • Madripoor • The Skulls • Eye for an Eye • A Simple Favor

+ bonus content below

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Other tags: Can be considered 'Reader', No physical descriptions, NO use of Y/N, Angst, Sensitive Content Warning, Read the Warnings, Enemies to Lovers, Mob!Peter, Mafia!AU, Peter Parker is a Mess, Rich Peter Parker, Mob!Peter Parker, Childhood Trauma, Blood and Injury, So Much Pining, no y/n, Forced Cohabitation, Past Domestic Ab*se, A mafia story that's actually violent and not silly, Forced Relationship, Slow Burn, Cute Dates, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Addiction, Yandere!Peter sorta, Steamy Photo Sessions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Expl*cit S**ual Content, Sexual Tension, Mutual M*sturb*tion, Dark Past, Secrets, Dark Peter Parker, Past Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), New York City, Kidnapping, Coffee Shop Meet Cute, Superior Spider

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[fandomnerd9602]

Just the idea of Peter having Male Reader as the friend who acts gay but isn't gay and being frenemies with MJ

After patching up Peter

Ned: So we're going to head out now okay

Peter: Sure

Male Reader: Ok get well soon buddy *gives Peter a forehead kiss*

MJ: We'll see you tomorrow *Kisses Peter*

Male Reader: Wow really flexing your girlfriend privileges

MJ: Shut up your just jealous

Peter: Guys please not know I'm in pain

MJ: you’re totally gay for Peter!

Y/N: I am not!

Ned: when did this start?

Y/N: it all started when I held Peter’s hand during the movies hang out. MJ wouldn’t hold his hand so I did

MJ: I was holding my soda!

Y/N: your boyfriend needs his hand held during the movie and I stepped up. That’s called true friendship-relationship

Ned: a Bro-ship!

Y/N: thanks Ned

[amorhedera6]

you don’t understand, peter parker just has so much love in his heart. he’s polyamorous, but it’s more than that. he loves every person with his whole heart completely.

romantically, yeah, of course. he has scrapbooks full of photographs of every single person he’s dated, keeps a memento box with something from every date. he remembers harry’s mom’s recipes, learns how to play gwen’s favorite song on the guitar, teaches mj skateboard tricks. he watches wade’s boring ass movies with him and doesn’t complain once, let’s ned win at his favorite board game, laughs at johnny’s terrible jokes in the mornings, lets felicia act like they’re nothing no matter how important they are to each other. every single one of them, he loves them wholly and completely, individually. he loves them all in ways he’s never loved before, because all of them are so different that he has to love them all in their own specific way.

even more than that, he makes sure to visit may once a week because he knows she worries about him when he’s patrolling. he brings new flowers to his parents and to ben as often as he possibly can. he gets coffee for the entire office every morning, most people venmo him for it, but he doesn’t ask them too, just brings it because he loves the environment, loves working there so much. every few weeks he brings in donuts. he makes sure everyone has a cake on their birthday, their favorite flavor, and a handwritten card signed by everyone. he makes sure scared women get home safely, he talks to the lost children to keep them company until they find their guardians, he remembers the names and faces of people he saves, recognizes them when he’s seen them more than once. he makes people feel so seen and safe in the city he loves just by loving them so much.

just, i love peter parker and they way that he loves.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: I just watched Peter and MJ try to cross a street and almost get hit by a car.

Y/N: When the driver honked Peter yelled, "SORRY" at the same time MJ yelled, "FUCK OFF".

Y/N: I want what they have.

[supercap2319]

Y/N burst into the apartment, scanning the area wildly. "Michelle? Where's Pe–"

He stopped mid-sentence as he saw Michelle and Peter at the kitchen table. Michelle had a look of fear in her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Y/N licked his lips as he locked eyes with Peter’s brown ones. "Peter..."

"Y/N. You seem tense. Coffee?" He offered as Y/N watched as a black ooze formed from Peter's shoulder and extended as it raised the coffee pot and poured a cup for Peter and Michelle. Michelle's eyes darted to Y/N's, a look of desperation and fear in them. Fear of Peter. Fear of what he'd do if she made any sudden movements.

"We need to talk."

"I am so tired of talking. Now's the time for action. I have powers beyond your imagination. I can finally help people in the way that I was always meant to." Peter said.

"No. Not like this. This isn't you."

"It is now. This is the best version of myself that I could possibly be." Peter stood up and walked towards a picture frame of him and Y/N at Peter's last birthday. So, happy and full of innocence. "Are you giving up on me?" Peter strolled right behind Michelle and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Of course not. I love you, Pete, but we need to get that thing off you. It's too dangerous." Y/N said.

Peter's arm was coated in black slime as he punched the table in half with the power of the symbiote on his body. Michelle took a few steps back as the former Spiderman looked at Y/N. "Do not...refer to us... as a thing."

"Peter..." Y/N watched helplessly as the black ooze formed around Peter's body as his voice got deeper and echoing as if he was speaking with two voices instead of his own. We are not Peter Parker." He was fully consumed by the alien as it had white eyes and a sinister face, with a long tongue and rows of sharp teeth. "We...are...VENOM!"

Venom launched an attack as Michelle jumped in between it and Y/N, setting them both flying into the nearby fridge. Y/N groans as the fridge fell on top of him. He darts his eyes to the right to see Michelle being pulled by her legs from Venom's tentacles. She screams and tries to grab onto something, but there's nothing to hold onto.

Venom lifts her by her throat before pushing her towards his lower regions. "Michelle!" Y/N tossed the fridge off his body and jumped up just on time to see the symbiote working its way all over Michelle's body.

"Y/N, please help me!" Michelle cried as her voice was muffled.

"Peter, stop this! Don't do this to her." Y/N begs.

"Do what? We only want to make MJ perfect. A perfect partner for us." Venom says.

Y/N watched as a symbiote that was red and yellow emerged from where Michelle had been moments ago. The new symbiote looked at him with a cruel laughter. "It's not so bad. It's kind of nice. Join us, Y/N. We can make you more. Make you something better."

[fanfictionlover277353]

I need more of these types of fanfictions!

Ao3 Damian wayne x Stark Daughter. Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne don't get along and try to make their kids dislike each other and at the begging they didn't like each other but then they with Peter Parker, Jon Kent, and Yelena Belova make their own superhero squad and Damian and Stark's Daughter start to fall for each other. Jon Kent is shipped with Yelena Belova. Needs to be logged into an account for the link to work.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 6

Masterlist

Warning: mention of death, sickness, mention of the Red Room trauma, lots and lots of teasing, self-doubt, Yelena needs a hug

Word Count: 3.1k

Relationships: Yelena x reader, Natasha x reader (platonic), Wanda x reader (platonic)

Note: a lot of this chapter is based on my own personal experience with the disease. As I've learned chemotherapy effects everyone very differently. The type of chemo the reader is on is based on her type of cancer but the treatment plan may not be 100% accurate.

“Come on,” you said, peeling the skin off the banana as you followed Natasha and Wanda from the training room to the common area. The duo just completed training sessions and you wanted them to go on a small adventure with you. You could go alone but that wasn’t fun. “It will be a quick trip to Central Park,” you threw the banana peel into the trash.

“I don’t think the words quick and Central Park can be in the same sentence,” Natasha mumbled, filling a glass of water.

“Besides,” Wanda said. “Shouldn’t you be taking it easy?” You huffed angrily and chewed on the last piece of your banana. “You’ve had a busy morning,” she added quickly. But you needed to have a busy morning before the steroids left your system and the aftermath was not pretty. So, you woke up and made blueberry waffles with vanilla protein powder and a side of fruit. You played fairy princesses with Morgan, sat with Tony in his lap to learn about his arc reactors, and listened on a conference call with Pepper. You needed to keep your mind and body moving. All you wanted to do was see Central Park in the winter and take pictures so you could draw them later. You loved the seasons; fall was your favorite. The colors, the crisp air, and everything apple flavored.

“Please,” you pleaded. “I don’t want to go alone.” The duo looked at each other, having a silent conversation.

“What are you whining about, Easton?” The blonde appeared and grabbed an orange from the counter top.

“First, rude. I wasn’t whining,” she chuckled. The smell of citrus began to fill the air as she peeled the orange. “Second, I want to go to Central Park but no one will go with me.” Okay, maybe you whining a little bit.

“I’ll go with you,”

“Sestra,” Natasha warned but she waved her off.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” the blonde shrugged. “I have nothing going on and Kate, America, and Peter aren’t going to be back until tonight.” Ooh. That was exciting. You couldn’t wait to meet the other people that lived on your floor.

“Amazing. I’ll go get ready.” Walking around New York in March wearing shorts and a T-shirt was not going to cut it. You took off in the direction of your floor. Faintly hearing Wanda calling after you to dress warm.

*

Yelena watched you run off towards the elevator, acting like an excited child who was let loose in a candy store. She figured you and Peter would get along well. “Ouch,” she said as Natasha hit her on the back of the head when the metal doors closed. “That hurt.” A pout formed on her lips. “What was that for?”

“She needs to take it easy,” the redhead said. Yelena rolled her eyes.

“You are acting like we are about to climb Mount Everest. She will be fine. I’ll keep an eye on her,” she threw the pieces of the skin from her orange away. “I read that it’s good to keep cancer patients moving if they have the energy for it.” It was like she said something in a language that Wanda or her sister didn’t understand. She looked at both of them. “Did I say something wrong?” Wanda recovered quickly.

“No,” she rushed out. Yelena raised an eyebrow in question. “It’s just,” her voice trailed off. “You researched on how to help her.”

“Yeah,” the blonde simply said. “I figured she would be here for a while so why not figure out ways to help,” she wasn’t sure if she liked the way Natasha was looking at her. It was soft. “You guys are acting weird. I’m going to get ready.”

‘It was normal, completely normal,’ that was the mantra Yelena repeated in her head. Someone that was living in her home was sick so of course she looked up how to help them. It meant nothing. Right?

*

“For you,” you handed the blonde a hot chocolate you bought from a pop-up stand next to the park. She took it with a smile that didn’t quite reach her green eyes. During the entire drive to Central Park, she was quiet as if she was a million miles away, lost in her world. You wanted to ask if she was okay but the Black Widow didn’t seem like the sharing type.

“So,” she said. “Where to?” You shrugged, sipping on the sweet drink. It wasn’t abnormally cold. The weather app said the high was 52 and the low was 36, right now it was 49 but you loved hot chocolate. It would be summer, a high of 92, and still, you craved the sugary drink.

“Not sure. I just want to walk around and take pictures.” She nodded and you ventured into Central Park with the Black Widow by your side. Few words were exchanged but the silence wasn’t awkward. Normally, you were the type of person who hated it when it was quiet. But you found the silence to be calm and peaceful. She let you take pictures of whatever you wanted, not huffing when you stopped for the millionth time. You even snapped a quick picture of her when a cute German shepherd puppy walked over to her. It perfectly captured the way her face lit up.

Soon the ache in your bones began to rear its ugly head and you were getting tired. Maybe you should have listened to Wanda and Natasha. The blonde knew there was a change. You started to slow down and you weren’t taking as many pictures. “Why don’t we sit down at the bench before we head back?”

“I’m fine,” you weren’t sure if you said that to reassure her or yourself.

“Well I’m not, you dragged me all around this park and I need a break. So we are sitting,” you knew what she was doing, making it appear that she needed a break so you wouldn’t have to admit it. There was a nagging voice in your head for you to call her out on it or tell her you weren’t weak. Instead, you followed her to the bench. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips when you sat down. The bench was facing a family, two mothers were watching their daughters being chased by a dog. There was enough snow on the ground that made for a soft landing when one of the girls fell. You glanced at the Russian, who was watching the same scene you were. Again there was a far-off look in her eyes. You knew to an extent the horrors she, Natasha, and hundreds of girls went through. It was part of the files that Natasha leaked. You spent hours and hours combing through everything. The blonde looked away and became interested in the rings she was wearing.

“How are your hands not cold?” You asked breaking the silence.

“I’m Russian. I don’t get cold,” you rolled your eyes.

“That was awful,” you watched as she fought the smile that crept onto her face. You leaned back on the bench, your arms stretched on the back of the seat. You wondered why people hated winter. Maybe it was due to the sun not being out. The way life seemed to slow down and the snowy landscapes looked sterile and lifeless. The vegetation changed too. The lush green, yellow, and red leaves that once covered the trees were gone - left empty branches and leaving trees that looked like skeletons. Those people saw winter as death.

But you saw it as a rest, a white sheet for a new start. A time for nature to do some maintenance. Death was final, you knew it better than anyone. Winter was moving, only less subtle. With spring around the corner, there was a rebirth and everyone enjoyed all of winter’s handwork. “What are you thinking about?” She asked. When you looked at her, she was already staring at you.

“Death actually,” her expression didn’t falter but her green eyes gave her away. She wasn’t expecting that. “I think about it a lot nowadays. Where do you think we go after this? Will we see the pearly white gates?” Yelena chuckled, looking forward. You didn’t miss the bitterness in her voice.

“I don’t think there is a heaven or hell,” she admitted. “I just hope whatever is next is kinder.”

“For you or everyone?” You asked. She was quiet again as she thought about your question. You were a little afraid you overstepped but the blonde sighed.

“A select people,” she said. “I want the afterlife to be kind to those who didn’t get a kind life this time around. They deserve a second chance.” You noticed she left herself out of that, not believing she deserved a happy ending in this life or the next.

“Do you want to head back to the tower?” There was a chill running down your spine and you weren’t sure if it was from the cold air or the conversation. Wordlessly, she stood up and offered her hand for assistance. You took it and stopped the gasp that almost left your lips. She was right. Even through your gloved hand, you felt her warmth. For a split second, you wondered what it would be like to have her skin against yours. Immediately, you chased that thought away. Your friend deserved a second chance at love, life, and happiness due to how cruel the world was to her. That second chance couldn’t be with you.

*

You were not hungry as you sat at the counter top while everyone was at the table. Wanda made a soup, you were pretty sure it was squash but the smell and the little you had was making your stomach twist. Huffing, you pushed the bowl away and ate some of the crackers the witch gave you. “You okay, kid?” Steve asked, getting his second bowl. Right now you envied the super soldier serum that ran through his veins.

“Yeah,” you forced a smile. “Just not hungry.” He frowned at that. “I’m gonna take this to my room if anyone asks where I went, okay?”

“Of course, if you need anything let me know,” you nodded, too tired to give him. A verbal response, and took the barely touched soup to your room.

You placed it in your fridge and made a beeline to the couch. God, you hated feeling like this. All the energy you once had was slowly leaving and exhaustion plus an ache in your bones was replacing it. Turning on a movie you’ve seen before and pulling a blanket over your body, you were quick to fall asleep.

“Miss. Easton,” Friday’s voice woke you up. It took a second for you to register where you were and who was talking to you. Once your brain wasn’t clouded with sleep you hummed. “Miss. Belova is at your door. It appears that Miss. Bishop, Miss. Chavez and Mr. Parker have returned from their mission.” You nodded, sitting up and listening to your bones crack.

“Tell her she can come in,” the door opened and you glanced at it. Your place hasn’t changed much since the last time she was here. The plan was to finish unpacking after this week of treatment, with some help from the team. “Hey Belova,” you remembered the AI calling her that when she came to help you. The blonde rolled her eyes at the use of her last name. “What’s up?”

“We are having a small get-together,” she said. “I wanted to see if you wanted to join. Buttt,” she sat down next to you. “You kind of look like shit.” You gasped.

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you punched her arm, not hard enough but she faked that it did. But her question was still left unanswered, did you want to join them? A part of you wanted to hang out with people around your age. However, you weren’t sure how fun you were going to be.

“If you aren’t feeling up to it, you can meet them tomorrow,” her voice was softer. It made you look at her. There was something in her green eyes but it was gone too quick for you to decode. Maybe you imagined it.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. “Just give me a second.” It was a little more than a second as you went into your bathroom. The cold water you splashed on your face worked to wake you up. You brushed your teeth, put deodorant on, and placed the beanie on your head. When you returned, the blonde was still sitting on the couch. “You coming?” You asked. She got up quickly and walked over to the door to open it. You were used to the quiet. Every time you stepped out of your room, there was no one else around. This time it was different. There was music playing softly and laughter, a lot of it. It made you smile.

“Hey idiots,” the blonde called out. The group turned to look at you and one of them fumbled with his phone to turn down the music. “This is Y/n, Stark’s kid. That’s Kate, America, and Peter; they live on this floor. MJ and Ned like to think they live here.” You giggled as the girl with long curly hair rolled her eyes and flipped the Black Widow off.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kate said. The group was sitting on the floor with their backs resting on the couch; beers and a deck of cards on the floor. Kate’s arm was around America’s shoulder and she gestured to the empty spot next to her with the beer she was drinking. You took the silent confirmation to join the circle. The Black Widow sat down next to you and accepted a beer from Ned. He offered you one but you declined. You weren’t much of a drinker per-diagnosis and mixing alcohol and cancer treatment wasn’t ideal. Plus, there was no way MJ, Peter, and Ned were legal but if one of them was risking their life to keep the world safe, drinking wasn’t bad.

“So,” Peter said, taking the deck of cards from the middle and began to shuffle them. “How’s living in the tower?”

“Good,” you answered. “Everyone has been nice. Just,” you paused. “It’s a little weird.”

“Weird?” America questioned. “How so?” You saw the Black Widow shift next to you, putting her knee up and resting her arm on top.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I guess I’ve gotten used to being alone.” You had friends, some of whom you considered family. But once your mom died, you preferred being alone.

“Well,” MJ said, slowly. “I’ve learned that here it’s impossible to be alone.”

*

Yelena knew you were getting tired. She saw it on the way you curled up under the blanket Ned got for you. You stayed quiet during the conversation and opted out of the silly games Peter wanted to play. Soon the Black Widow felt your head fall against her shoulder and your body curled up against hers, no doubt trying to steal some of her warmth. Just by sitting next to you, Yelena could feel how cold you were.

Deep down, she thanked all her years of training as she was able to keep her body from jumping. Her face rained static, trying not to portray the way her heart was beating in her chest. The heat that was threatening to grow across her cheeks. Kate let out a low whistle. “Looks like someone has a new cuddle buddy,” the archer teased. The blonde sent daggers with her to her friend.

“Awe stop babe,” America said, playfully hitting her girlfriend on the chest. “We are witnessing little Lena’s heart grow three sizes.” The group tried to stop themselves from laughing which ended up in Peter snorting. Yelena felt her ears turning a slight pink from being the center of the teasing, something she wasn’t used to. It was payback from the constant teasing she started when America and Kate refused to accept their feelings for one another. But her jaw clenched.

“If any of you, suki (bitches), wake her up. I will kill you.” She threatened but her friends didn’t take her threat seriously. They simply rolled their eyes and continued with the conversation. Yelena knew you were tired when she walked into your room. There was a selfish reason that she asked you to join them when she knew you needed rest. She enjoyed her time at the park, more than she thought she would. When you didn’t join the team for dinner, she wanted to spend a little more time with you. Because you were friends. Friends that liked to spend time together. Just friends.

It was a mistake though. Alone she could mask the way her body reacted to you. There was no hiding it in front of them. This group had a unique way to break down every wall she learned how to put up.

A soft groan left her lips and the conversation around you stopped. Your eyes fluttered open and Yelena saw the confusion in your eyes morph to realization then panic. “Shit,” you said, scrambling away from her and creating a healthy amount of distance between you and her. Yelena had to stop the frown forming on her face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay,” she reassured you and it was. However, she was a tad worried that you could hear her heart pounding. “I guess you needed the sleep.” You nodded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Thank you for this,” you said to the group. “We’ll have to do this again.”

“Totally,” Peter smiled as you stood up.

“Welcome to the floor,” America added. A chorus of good nights followed you to your room. The Black Widow couldn’t help but watch you walk away. Kate chuckled.

“You got it bad, Belova.” The Russian took a pillow from the couch and threw it at the archer. Unfortunately, Kate caught the pillow, stuck her tongue out at her, and placed the pillow behind her head.

“Don’t listen to her,” America smiled. “Besides, she’s got it just as bad.” Yelena almost choked on the beer she was drinking. There was no way. You had more important things to worry about than deal with whatever Yelena was feeling. Besides, who would want her? She was a monster, a killer, someone undeserving of love and a happy ending.

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Taglist: @likemick, @averagetmblrusser, @@wandaromamoff69,

[thecrowsgambit]

SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home

I just saw an article speculating about the name of the Spider-Man 4 movie and I had a thought... I want MJ to figure out what happened in No Way Home and who Peter is. We've always known she is observant and smart, but her character and just how smart she is has been developed over the 3 films. Originally I thought Peter would be the one trying to figure out how to reconnect with MJ and Ned and make them remember him, but I don't think it should actually go that way. The way the last movie ended, I can totally see Peter thinking his friends are better off without him and deciding to stay away and just watch over them from a distance. MJ starts noticing there are some things about her life and the world around her that don't add up, small details most people wouldn't notice or would brush off. Maybe she meets Dr Strange again, and even though he doesn't remember Peter, he might mention something about some spell or principle of magic that sticks in her head because it feels like it somehow connects with all these other things she has noticed. Eventually she figures it out and she is just FURIOUS that Peter would hide this from her and Ned and does the whole "How could you possibly think we are better off without you, you idiot" spiel, and "you weren't important to me because you're Spider-Man, you're important to me because you are Peter Parker," the brilliant, kind teenager she fell in love with, because having lost his aunt and his entire support system I can see Peter falling into a rut where he really needs to hear that. Meanwhile Peter is focusing on getting his GED/getting into college, keeping his head down, and being a friendly neighborhood spiderman dealing with whatever new crisis is threatening humanity. Maybe there could be an initial conversation between them where she hasn't quite figured out what happened but she knows something is up and he is involved somehow, so she tracks him down and questions him and he deflects; she leaves but can tell he is deflecting (because of course she can) and keeps searching for answers before it all finally clicks, and she goes back to confront him as I described above. Since she is one of the few people who figured out he was Spider-Man before, it seems fitting she would figure out who Peter Parker is.

That's how I want to see this play out. Make it happen, Marvel.

[cherri-redd]

Peter: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy.

Peter: And my heart has been severely damaged, so MJ, if you’re out there—

[afrofairysblog]

Why is it anytime I ship " straight people", I always canon them as bi, nerodivergent, kinda insane or all three 🤔

[mittos]

Some doodles of the boys!!!

[fandomnerd9602]

Peter freaks out…

Peter: no one tell MJ!!! I think got kissed at last night’s party!! I got lipstick prints all over me

Y/N: wow. So tough to be you

Peter: I can’t believe it. Do I have game? Is this coral blue no. 2?

Y/N: no. 3 actually-uh oh

Peter: you kissed me?!

Y/N: it was a prank. Harley kissed your forehead. Wanda your cheek. Bucky behind your ear. And I got your neck.

Peter: you all suck!! MJ’s gonna freak when she’s sees-

MJ: when I see what?

Peter:

Y/N: MJ, would it help if I said your boyfriend’s a terrible kisser?

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hey uh quick question:

Does Mary Jane canonically have any other past love interests?

I was just thinking how many romantic interests Peter's had in the past.

Mary-Jane being the most popular of them all, followed by Gwen Stacy, Felicia Hardy (Black Cat), and Betty Brant.

This list also is missing Cindy Moon aka Silk, in which Peter and her had a sexual but not fully romantic relationship.

Then I realized, does Mary Jane have any exes?

Like.. an ex-boyfriend? Or a dude she's actually shown having a full relationship with, like he is with Gwen.

Recently in the comics we got Paul - but he was horribly written, and they glossed over how they got together, the kids they seem to be raising together, etc etc, for the sake of drama.

In Spider-man 2 we see her engaged to John Jameson, but he's a fucking cardboard cutout of a person with barely any plot weight and no relationship development.

I mean REAL exes we see her have a connection or at least complex relationship with - in the way he does Felicia.

Felicia has exes - A LOT. Flash Thompson, her and Cindy Moon have a thing, Matt Murdock, etc.

But then again, Felicia is portrayed as the 'sneaky city girl' and MJ as the lovely loyal faithful girl in the chair back home.

As soon as Peter start irking her Felicia be like:

😭😭😭😭

WHAT ABOUT MJ?!

please don't tell me they're playing my girl.

Peter and her breakup over some weird ass reason like once every run - but no exes??

Am I missing something?

You'd think the insanely talented actress/journalist with the bombshell looks and amazing humor would be having more luck on the dating scene then Peter's broke ass- you know what lemme not 😭😭😭😭

If Peter has a bunch of exes but MJ has none....

[thiswillbecomesomething]

Day 20. 'I saw your eyes light up'

Harley Keener x Reader - Being an Aunt is a special part of a person's life. It opens their life to all new experiences, dreams, and wishes.

Masterlist | Fictober

[xoxonxo]

just letting you guys know, i am working on the requests you guys sent me at this very moment!! but PLEASEE send me more. i would love to be busy and write all summer.