#and i joked about the ball pit so it got submitted a bunch of times

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Forever

{Peter Parker x Male Reader}

Warnings: none… angst…? slight self hate ig but idk you’ll see…

Summary: a peter parker x male reader where peter gets insecure about mj and readers friendship since he sees how good they look together and knew MJ had a slight crush on reader. Reader fixes the problem by cuddling him, giving him slight kisses on his neck and just some fluffy shit. also cute bby boy peter being all flushed and cute

I really hate giving MJ this role, but ok :/ and also, what do you us think about MJ and Peter in FFH? Personally, i dont like it. I’ll make it it’s own post, it’s mostly a personal preference though.

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“OMG, [M/N]. You’re too funny,” MJ said, a slightly happier tone to her voice than usual. You smiled, taking the small smack to your arm with a soft laugh as well. Peter watched across the lunch table while Ned was too occupied with the game on his phone. He pouted; you seemed to be having way more fun with MJ than with him. Lunch was almost over- oh no, wait, that was the bell…

You stood up from your seat as Peter gathered his stuff. He waited for you to walk him to his next class, as you usually did so. MJ also stood up, looking at Peter, “Hey, loser,” Peter had found himself being called ‘loser’ a lot by MJ- probably more than he found himself being called that by Flash- but he knew she was joking, “Aren’t you and I together for History?” Peter nodded, “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he usually had Math right after Lunch, but today was Thursday. Thursday schedule was always weird for him. You began dragging yourself behind and in between them. Ned had already disappeared; his next class was all the way across the hall from where their classes were, so he had to hurry. You spoke up, “I have Biology next anyway. It’s right down the hall from there.”

“Neeerd!” MJ laughed, yelling into your ear. You tried to move away from the noise, a smile playing to your lips, “Oi, idiot, that hurt!” MJ smirked, “Good.” Peter fumed- he felt like he was the third wheel when it was supposed to be MJ. He was dating you, not her. Though, to be fair, not that many people knew. Just the two of you, Ned, Aunt May, Mr. Stark, Happy, and the rest of the Avengers. MJ didn’t, and Peter felt like he should tell her- if not for it being for the reason of ‘she should know because she’s my friend’, then at least for ‘omg stop touching him he’s my boyfriend’. And there she goes, touching you again. Though, this time she used her own shoulder to bump into yours instead.

Peter heard a small murmur, “Doesn’t MJ look really cute next to [M/N]?”

“Yeah, she’s definitely happier around him.”

“She smiled a lot when with him.”

“Their both into the arts; she likes reading and drawing, he likes music and (insert an artistic talent/interest).”

Soon, Peter began hearing things other than just small murmurs and chattering around him. It felt as if he could hear everything everyone was saying. Wasn’t that a side effect of his spider-like abilities? Perhaps it was, Peter couldn’t remember at the moment.

“Yeah, they’re practically made for each other.”

“They make a good couple.”

“Did you hear that MJ and [M/N] got a full score on their project for Art?”

“Oh yeah, they were parters, right?”

“Yeah, MJ made the layout of the sketch and [M/N] finished it up. He did his own thing as well, and they ended up getting their art submitted into the contest happening at the art museum.”

Then, Peter felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

“So cute.”

“Wow, they make a good couple.”

“Peter looks like such a third wheel.”

His own thoughts mixed with the other small talk around him, and it surrounded him in a pit of black.

“He looks like such a loser.”

“Wow, no one would be interested in him anyway.”

“No one likes a nerd.”

“Peter is a loser.”

“Peter is a nerd”

“Peter is lame.”

“No one likes Peter.”

“Peter-“

“Peter!” You shouted in his ear, and Peter jolted up. “O-Oh, yeah?”

“Isn’t this our class?” MJ asked, pointing to the door. Peter nodded sheepishly, looking over at you. You smiled, “Have fun learning about a bunch of dead guys. I’m off to math!” You pumped your fist up in mock excitement. MJ laughed and Peter gave a small chuckle, “H-Have fun.” You nodded, “Sure wont.”

***

3rd person P.o.V.

[M/N] met up with Ned, MJ, and Peter after school. “Hey guys!” He greeted, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter resisted the urge to lay his head on the other male and just looked at him and smiled instead. [M/N] smiled back, but Peter felt like their was this other feeling in the other male’s eyes he couldn’t quite read. “Uh, hey,” [M/N] started, “Parker, you feeling up to a study session today?” Peter pretended to think, nodding soon after, “Sure, dont have any plans today anyway. Lemme text Aunt May, though, first.”

‘Study session’ was a code name for ‘miniature date at my house’. Peter had grown to love the words very much because then it was just them two, and it was normally [M/N] showering Peter in love and affection for the whole night- if he didn’t have Spidey-duty that day, that is. Peter pulled his phone out from his back pocket, pulling up Aunt May’s number. “Can I come too?” MJ asked, “Or is it just one of your gay things?��� MJ huffed in amusement at her own joke, not realizing the irony of it. She tried sounding nonchalant about it, but not wanting to break her heart, [M/N] let her off easy, “Uhh, my house is really messy. I feel like Peter can handle it, but I dont wanna make you run off because you’re scared of my pigsty of a home.” He laughed. MJ chuckled, “Wow, gender equality, dude. Whatever happened to that?” [M/N] shook your head, “maybe next time. You don’t have anything and Peter usually spends the night, so it’d be weird, wouldn’t it?” MJ nodded, seemingly disappointed, “yeah, whatever. It’s cool.”

“Done!” Peter chirped, and MJ began walking off. Ned had also run off somewhere. “Good!” [M/N] smiled, “I have you all to myself for the rest of the evening!”

2nd person P.o.V.

Once the two of you made it home, Peter put his stuff down onto the floor in your room while you prepared some food. Since it was Thursday, you guys weren’t assigned that much homework, so you and Peter would probably finish it in the small intervals before classes. You prepared some snacks like popcorn and candy while Peter changed his clothes. He also took the time to pick out clothes for you- a loose white T-shirt with black basket ball shorts. He wore a white shirt- of course, a nerdy one with a scientific pun on it (the two atoms; one asking if the other is positive it lost a electron)- with one of your boxers. He walked out, socks protecting his feet from the cold floor. He scrunched his nose at the smell, smiling.

“You wanna pick out the movie?” Peter asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned around, wrapping your arms around him as well. They made their way around both his arms, one hand holding the other to trap the smaller boy in an embrace. “No, you can pick,” you smiled, tilting your head to kiss Peters lips quickly, “so long as it isn’t Star Wars or Lord of the Rings again. Please. I can’t go through another marathon again.” Peter whined playfully, “But [M/N]!” You stuck your tongue out, “Too bad.”

Peter reciprocated the action, and you both let out a sigh of giggles. “Anyway,” you continued, “You want anything specific to eat?” Peter shook his head and you nodded. You let him go and he went over to the couch. He flipped though the many channels on the TV before settling on a Disney movie. “Is that Disney?” You asked, walking in with a bowl of popcorn, two sodas, and a plate of cookies. Peter watched in awe as you balanced everything. “Yeah,” he answered, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame.”

“Aw, sweet!” You fist-bumped the air, “love that movie.” Peter nodded, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, he had been deprived of physical touch for a while. He just wanted to spend time with you, was what he thought as he wrapped his arms around you. Your arm wrapped around his waist while the other ate from the supported the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Peter stole some as well, and you watched as the movie began with its intro of the parents trying to save their defaced child from the protagonist.

“It’s kinda inappropriate, dont you think?” You asked Peter after a while, and Peter looked at you confused, eyes squinted Ashe seemingly judged you. “How? It’s a Disney movie?”

“Well, I mean, it talks about gypsies. Aren’t they visualized as prostitutes? And that seen where Esmeralda dances for that old dude, you can see he’s clearly turned on.” You shook your head, “never mind…”

When the movie was over, you cleaned up the remaining food and placed it down to be cleaned later. You carried a very, very tired Peter Parker up to your room. You laid him on the bed and dimmed the lights. He gripped onto you desperately, “Dont move, dont go anywhere…” he said, “Can we stay like this forever…?” He asked tiredly, and you laughed softly, “No, we have school tomorrow.” Peter whined childishly, “forget school. I can make us enough money by being Spider-Man, we dont need education.”

“Peter, my parents would kill me if they found out i dropped out of high school to piggy back on my superhero boyfriend for money.” Peter let out a huff, and the two of you let out quiet, breathy chuckles. He leaned close to you, noses touching. He then frowned, “Do you like MJ?” The question was sudden and it caught you off guard. “Well, i mean… yeah, we’re friends…”

“No, i mean… like like her…?”

You let out an ‘ohhh’, suddenly realizing Peter’s behavior earlier (the cause of your strange glint Peter noted earlier). “No, baby,” you smiled, “I’m not romantically interested in her, if that’s what you’re thinking.” “But,” he began, a slight pout on his lips. God, he was really tired, “she was all over you today, shamelessly flirting with you. You didn’t seem to mind it though…”

“Peter,” you began, stroking his hair a bit, “I dont like MJ. I like you. No, I love you. A lot. So dont think that.” You moved to lay Peter on top of you, taking his hands and intertwining them with yours as he made himself comfortable on your chest. “I know,” Peter started, playing with your fingers a bit, “its just… everybody says you two look good together. I guess i just didnt like the feeling of you with another person, even if it’s just the public appeal and not reality. Sorry…” You shook your head, “dont apologize, baby. It’s normal to feel jealous…”

Peter was quick to defend, lifting his head up to glare at you accusingly, “I wasn’t jealous!” You laughed, “yeah, and I’m not dating Spider-Man.” Peter sighed, resting in his previous position. He mumbled another, ‘I wasn’t jealous…’ and you just nodded. You began running your hands through his hair, to which he quickly responded by sighing and relaxing even further into your chest.

A few minutes of running your hands through his hair later, Peter got bored and slightly irritated of the position. He moved to sleep next to you, with you spooning him. You wrapped your arms around him and gently played it his stomach, felling up and down his abs. He whimpered lightly, curling a bit at the ticklish feeling. His body began to heat up; you could feel it. “Are you still upset?” You asked softly, and Peter nodded. You sighed, placing soft kisses to Peter’s neck. He leaned back, face flushed red as you continued up his neck to his jaw. He turned his head to face you, and gave you a soft kiss. You to didnt move, instead you stayed there and took in the presence of each other.

When you two pulled away, Peter had the brightest blush on his face. He huffed, eyes falling closed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Of course you weren’t,” you smiled, “who said you were?”

You turned off the light once Peter finally fell asleep. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night- and, to be honest, if you could, you would stay like that forever if you could.

Panicked gay moment; had no clue what to write for MJ, sry sry sry anon (._.”)

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Aunt Beulah

The year was 1976 and summer vacation was on its way. My dad worked at the old Cannery just over the bridge while my mom stayed home to take care of my younger brother Jesse, he was ten at the time and me. I was twelve.

Summer had come early that year, making the days at school unbearable. The heat in the air would lay heavy in our small classroom suffocating all energy from us kids. It was already tough enough having to listen to Ms. Carmel try to explain fractions and percentages to us. Really, who was paying any attention anyway? I know I wasn’t. My mind was fixated on the community swimming pool me and my pals would be heading to after school.

At the entrance to the school, my buddies Andrew and Nick along with Jesse waited impatiently for me. “Come on Lance, hurry up�� cried Nick. “Lance has ants in his pants” taunted Andrew. Jesse laughed along at the jokes. Jesse had an annoying sort of laugh. He would laugh silently with sudden snorts over and over until I would sock him in the arm to make him stop which usually got me into big trouble.

When we got to the pool, it was already filled with a bunch of kids. The younger kids were usually accompanied by their moms since the dads were usually at work. Finally, all in our shorts, we ran to the edge of the pool and all together cannon-balled, sinking deep into the cool pool water. “That was boss,” Jesse said as he coughed out the water he had swallowed. The splashing and the dunking of each other quickly followed.

An hour into our swim time we heard a shriek. Mrs. Carson, little Anthony Carson’s mom, went running, her hands flailing as she screamed for help. We watched with awe as the on-duty lifeguard dove into the pool and scooped little Anthony up and out of the water. Little Anthony’s body lay lifeless on the side of the pool as the lifeguard performed CPR. Some of the other parents had to hold Mrs. Carson away as the lifeguard worked on Little Anthony. He tried to get Little Anthony to breath but nothing seemed to work. Soon the paramedics showed up and tried to save him too. No one was able to bring him back. We all watched in horror as Little Anthony’s body was covered and taken away. His mother, limp now from the hysterical fits was carried away as well.

After leaving the pool, we all walked home in silence. “Did you see how blue his lips were?” Andrew finally asked. “Shut up Andy!” was all I could manage. Andrew looked at me scolded. We walked the rest of the way home with our heads hung low. To this day, I still feel the tightness in my throat when I think about Little Anthony and how easily it could have been Jesse instead since they were the same age. Or maybe the tightness comes from what else happened that day to change my whole life forever.

As Jesse and I entered our house the telephone was ringing off the hook. I called around for my mom but she wasn’t there. I picked up the phone and discovered that she was on the other line. She was hysterical. All I heard from her voice on the other line were the words, dad… accident… dead. She had to be talking about Little Anthony. She wasn’t. At the cannery, there had been a terrible accident. Crates of canned tuna fish fell upon my dad and crushed him. They tried to save him at the hospital but there were too many internal injuries, he didn’t stand a chance.

That night I dreamed of my dad. We were in our back yard playing catch. Jesse was near the porch playing with his toy soldiers. I looked away from my dad to see my mom at the kitchen window wave to me as she washed dishes. When I turned back to look at my dad, Little Anthony was with him, holding my dad’s hand. My dad smiled at me and then began to walk away from me with Little Anthony. I yelled for my dad to stop. I screamed for him to wait for me but he just kept on walking away from me with Little Anthony. I turned to look at my brother and my mom but they just kept on with what they were doing. I felt my heartbreak. I woke up crying that night.

Moving day came quickly. My mom was now going to have to take a job to support my brother and me, so we found ourselves moving into her Aunt Beulah’s house. It was the only house centered on a long-deserted road. It was surrounded by dying trees and brush. The shingles on the house seemed to be holding on by threads. The house was old and angry.

Aunt Beulah was a very big woman and she only ever wore pajamas. Her hair was always a mess and she was mean. When we first arrived, she spit out orders of where everyone was going to sleep. She set my mom up in a room that was at the front of the house. She placed my brother and me in a room that was directly across from hers. We were banished to the back of the house, imprisoned in a small room that faced Aunt Beulah’s. At the very end of the dark hallway was a door that led to a small room. Aunt Beulah demanded that the contents of that room were none of our business and to never go in there. “You will be sorry, the one of you that enters into that room!” she growled.

The nights rolled by slowly with the hot summer air always threatening to suffocate us in our sleep. The days were long. We had moved too far from our neighborhood so we found ourselves in this new creepy place without any friends. It was just Jesse and me. Our days were spent exploring the abandoned and decrepit forest that surrounded us. The evenings were spent eating dinner alone in front of the television while Aunt Beulah slept and my mother was away at work.

One night a summer storm hit us pretty hard. It had blown out all of the electricity in the house. It was still pretty early but there was nothing that we could do so Jesse and I went to bed. As we lay in our beds, we watched with fright in our chest as the lightning would light up the room for a split second and then go dark again. I remember the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I looked over to see that Jesse was no longer in his bed. Again, the lightning flashed and I saw that our bedroom door was opened. I heard gurgling noises come from Aunt Beulah’s room. “Jesse?” I whispered. There was no answer. I knew I was going to have climb out of bed and search for him. “Damn him!” I thought as dread filled my body. As I began to climb out of bed Jesse ran into the room. “She’s dead! She’s dead!” he cried. “Who’s dead?” I asked him. “Aunt Beulah” he cried; his eyes wide. He said that he didn’t know what had happened. He said he was asleep but woke up on a table in the middle of the room we were not supposed to go into. He explained that the room was filled with all sorts of creeping dead things.

I felt that it was my duty to investigate my brothers’ claims. I quietly snuck into the hallway and crept into Aunt Beulah’s bedroom. My stomach did summersaults as I saw her by the light of the moon lying face down on the floor. She was dead. I backed out of the room and turned to face the forbidden door that stood partway open. I entered and to my horror, Jesse was right. There were dead things everywhere. Some were in jars, some hung from hooks and some scattered on the floor. In the center of the room was the table. It looked as though it were stained with blood. I ran out of the room.

I decided to close the door to Aunt Beulah’s bedroom and the door to the creepy room at the end of the hallway. I took Jesse and locked us both in our bedroom to wait for our mom to come back from work. During our wait, I drifted to sleep but only for a moment. When I woke, I found our bedroom door was wide open and Jesse was gone again. I jumped to my feet and ran into the hallway. I peered into Aunt Beulah’s bedroom but she was no longer there. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. I turned to the door at the end of the hallway and though my legs felt like two lead stumps I made my way over to it. As I slowly opened the door, I saw Aunt Beulah standing over Jesse. She was mumbling a bunch of strange words as Jesse lay paralyzed. Just as Jesse’s eyes shifted to me, pleading for me to save him, Aunt Beulah turned on me and with a growl pounced on me knocking me out cold.

Later that morning as my mother shook me awake, I saw that Jesse was in his bed. He was terribly sick; the doctor was with him. A terrible fever had come over him and the doctor could not explain why. When I asked about Aunt Beulah my mom informed me that she was up and in great spirits, actually dressed for the first time. When I went into the kitchen she sat at the table, looking at me. I stared at her for a long time surprised but unable to say anything. She stared back as a grin crept across her face. She stood up and she seemed thinner and younger. “What are you looking at boy?” She asked me. “I… I” was all I said as I ran to find my mother. I tried to explain to my mother what had happened the night before and how I believed with my whole heart that Aunt Beulah is what had made Jesse so sick. She refused to listen to me as the doctor came out of the room shaking his head. Jesse had died. The fever had induced a seizure that ultimately killed my little brother. As Aunt Beulah peered in, she caught my eyes and grinned again at me. I knew at that moment that I was next. I knew that I had to get away from there as soon as possible. I tried again to explain to my mother but in her despair, she would not listen to me. So that night, I ran away and never looked back. I ran for my life you could say. Shortly thereafter, I found out that my mother had taken the same fever as Jesse and suffered the same results. I learned that Aunt Beulah had somehow regained her youth and began to entertain young men from time to time. I knew I should go back and destroy her but I was too afraid. To this day I am still afraid. I know I will have to take my revenge someday. And I know that when I do, she will be waiting for me.

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