#mjs diner tag

[satinechristian]

tagged by @the-sparkling-diamond-satine and tagging anyone who wants to do it

[coiled-dragon]

Tagged by @gerardway-is-my-babygirl to share 5 songs I have on repeat! ♥♥♥

'Gone' has been STUCK SO HARD in my head even before I got stuck on The Passenger, but it also works really well as a Stockroom Syndrome song so I listen to it.. a Lot

Like all good hyperfixations I keep coming back to this song, it's just such a good remix

FAAAAAAVORITE Kim Dracula song, you should all listen to Kim Dracula, they're amazing. Kim Dracula. (also its a Benson Song LMAO)

GENUINELY not escaping the The Passenger hyperfixation allegations. One of my favorite Hozier songs, also makes me think of Stockroom Syndrome lmfao

I LOVE MY GIRL BILLIE EILISH AND THIS SONG SLAPS SO HARD.... AND ALSO, AGAIN, IS STOCKROOM SYNDROME CODED.......

And now to tag someone Toby didnt.... Which is funny but like we are in the same friendgroup gsadfhfghf. ANYWAY.

@babycupart @robinsnest2111 @rotnik-tmblr @b-rainlet @pinkiepiebones And anyone else who wants to do it!! Cause its fun to share music tastes ♥♥♥

[penzyroamin]

i can now say ive read @weisenbachfelded 's "as you've always been" on a plane. so yeah. kind of badass experience

[penzyroamin]

my insta story from roughly twenty hours ago. mj we are on the same wavelength

i present to u: lesbian ranks men

[which-star]

#42 + your choice for ship!

also for @i-lovethatforme bc she asked me the same number!!!! Spidey squad social media uni au anyone???

better off (with me)

Felicia stares down at her screen, unusually dumbfounded. Cindy Moon's Instagram has changed.

What used to be a profile picture of Peter dozing off is replaced with no profile picture at all. The Instagram bio ("see you, out there") is the same... except for the little part under that phrase where Peter's handle used to be tagged. That's gone now.

When a certain Cindy Moon only has five posts up on her page, and nothing but group photos, it's pretty telling when something's changed. Especially when Cindy only ever changed her profile picture to Peter after a certain idiot (Flash) suggested it. It's like all traces of boyfriend Peter on her profile have vanished.

Hurriedly, Felicia switches over to search for Peter's user. There's a brief moment as everything loads where Felicia's almost praying it matches the clean slate of Cindy's. It does.

His profile picture used to be a selfie of him with an arm slung around Cindy's neck. Cindy's face was scrunched up in delight, the drawstrings of her hoodie pulled all the way. Peter's cheek was squished against the side of her head, also grinning. It could -- as far as couple selfies went -- even be considered cute. That picture is gone, in its stead a picture of Peter against a sunset.

Felicia frowns. She liked that selfie. Well, she liked Cindy in that selfie. The arm around her and the face nuzzling her could've been improved on, but Felicia could practically hear Cindy's giggles through the still image, which more than made up for it.

His bio has changed too. There's empty space in what used to be a heart with Cindy's account tagged. It doesn't and does make sense at the same time.

MJ's text flashes over her screen. what the FUCK are we supposed to do now

I don't know babe, Felicia types back. brb doing some digging.

Peter's page is easier to stalk than Cindy's, seeing as Cin has a grand total of five posts. His posts wishing Cindy a happy birthday ("lucky to have you!") and select selfies are still up. The posts where Cindy's asleep in bed (his bed, Felicia remembers seething), and the blurry ones where Cindy's clinging onto him like a koala, legs wrapped around his waist, are gone. Maybe archived? Who knows.

Felicia has to grudgingly admit, as she scrolls through, that they are a maddeningly photogenic couple. Were? There's a weird thump of her heart at the thought that feels a little too close to hope.

Cindy's always been attractive. Pure of heart, dumb of ass, yada yada, and a very fine ass at that. She's also always been off limits. Peter got to her first, Felicia always had to remind herself whenever they were hanging out and Cindy did something spectacularly amazing. Which was a shame, because Cindy was apparently amazing all the time. From hanging out on rooftops basking in the sun, to watching movies snuggled under the same blanket, it was getting harder and harder to conceal her want.

It's come to the point where Felicia has to physically restrain herself from sweeping baby hairs out of Cindy's eyes, wrapping arms around her shoulder, holding her hand, because those are things Peter does and Felicia's a bitch, but not that much of a bitch. She can control her libido. Doesn't stop her from appreciating those muscles though. And if they're broken up now...

She goes back to Cindy's profile, to the tagged section, and almost drops her phone. The latest tagged post is from last night and is a blurry shot of Cindy kissing another, clearly female, person. Caption goes: guess who joined girls night!

Now, what the fuck?

Felicia furiously screenshots the post and navigates over to her messages with MJ.

Somehow, Felicia manages not to crush her styrofoam cup while waiting for MJ at Jerry's. The diner is moderately packed, cruising on the tail end of the breakfast rush. She's ordered a French toast while waiting for MJ to appear, grappling with several new realizations in the meantime.

Several realizations with a certain Korean-American's name stamped all over it. Complete with hearts and kisses, maybe. That's wishful thinking. It's not often Felicia's hit with information she hasn't been expecting, much less bulldozed over. But whenever it does, it always seems to have a certain silk-spider involved.

She's suspected for a while that Cindy's not completely a hundred-percent straight. It's been pretty obvious, really, but Cindy's been dating Peter for as long as ever and Felicia never thought to ask.

So why does she feel so shocked? It's not the liking girls part, she realizes, it's the kissing-someone-who's-not-Peter-part. It's the kissing-someone-other-than-Felicia part. Because, for as long as Cindy has been dating Peter, Felicia has been eyeing Cindy even longer.

Unrequited love. Felicia truly thought she was better than this. It's a pathetic situation from movies and trashy romances she never thought she'd be in. And have it get in the way of her friendships, no less? How utterly annoying.

MJ walks in and makes a beeline straight to her. She's clutching her phone in her hand and looks almost frantic. Felicia rises to greet her, a question already forming until MJ shoves her phone in front of her face.

Read. Peter left MJ on read.

Felicia sits down slowly, her thoughts swirling. She knows for certain that last week Peter and Cindy's Instagrams were matching. So, when did this happen? How dare they not tell the squad if they did break up. Felicia has already wasted valuable time if Cindy's already going around kissing other girls.

Maybe she should feel bad for planning on making a move so quickly, but she doesn't. The veneer of the perfect couple has been glass thin for a while. Felicia has heard almost every detail from Cin. If they did break up, it's been a long time coming. Still surprising though.

"What. The. Fuck." MJ emphasizes as she runs her hand through her hair. "Is going on."

"Your guess is as good as mine," Felicia replies evenly. MJ knows better than anyone how fragile both parties have been in the last month. She nods to the server who brings over her French toast and mindlessly unlocks her own phone.

"He left me on read. Read!" MJ shakes her head, grabbing a fork from the plate. She spears a fruit and eats it. "He never does that."

"I know."

"And, speaking of, Cin hasn't been active on the group chat lately. She always at least reacts to our messages." This is a good point. MJ continues. "And that picture of her kissing someone else? That's so… not like her."

Felicia's grip tightens around her knife at the thought of Cindy finding comfort in another body instead of her friends. It is a very un-Cindy-like move if she is doing that, but worse things have come out of break ups. That is pretty bad, though, for Cindy's sake. Definitely not Felicia's.

As if just realizing what she said, MJ sneaks a glance at Felicia before looking away guiltily. Felicia unclenches her jaw and resumes cutting into her order.

At that moment, Felicia's phone dings. She checks on it only to see that Cindy has posted on Instagram. Yes, the only post notifications she has on; it simply makes the most sense when Cindy posts once in a blue moon. Make that six Instagram posts? Automatically, Felicia opens it.

The post itself is nothing out of the ordinary, a shot of the city at night. It blends in with the rest of Cindy's posts of landscapes or books or things-that-are-not-her-face. She swipes to the second image, and smiles, despite the caption. It is strange, though, seeing a solo shot of Cindy instead of a group photo. Felicia likes it.

The bell on the diver's door chimes as more people step in. MJ's eyes widen as she looks past Felicia, and she immediately starts waving. Felicia ignores her, too busy studying the post on her phone until, "Cindy! Over here!"

At that, Felicia whips around, her hair a blur of white. Cindy, in a cream turtleneck and slacks, waves then hurries over. As classy as she's dressed, she's still wearing her raggedy sneakers. She scoots into Felicia's side of the booth. "Hey! What are you guys doing here?"

"Stalking you and P--" MJ says at the same time Felicia hums, "Oh having some breakfast. You?"

"Me too!" Cindy nudges Felicia on the shoulder before turning to MJ. "I need to study for an upcoming test so I was planning on grabbing a bite and going to the library."

To the library while dressed like she's going on a date? Felicia makes eyes with MJ then looks at the turtleneck with renewed suspicion. She resumes eating, casually. "Really? I was thinking of doing the same thing." She really wasn't, didn't have much of a plan for today at all past the emergency meeting with MJ, but who is she to turn down a chance to hang out with Cindy?

To her credit, Cindy doesn't seem the least bit phased. "Great, I'm meeting up with some friends there. I can't wait for you guys to meet."

MJ and Felicia are both studying her now like an art piece. Cindy self-consciously tucks in her hair behind her ear and feigns whatever innocence she needs. If it was a messy breakup, it sure doesn't look like it.

"Anything to do with this supposed girls night of yours?" MJ inquires.

Cindy's eyes comically widen. "What?"

Felicia wordlessly shows her phone to Cindy's latest Instagram caption. Then, the tagged post.

"Oh, that." Cindy laughs nervously. Her eyes flit to Felicia's first, chestnut brown and a little pleading just the way Felicia likes it, before meeting with MJ's. "I forgot to tell you guys I'm single now."

"Oh really." The confirmation seems to send things crashing down around them. Felicia can hardly believe it. Peter and Cindy, who've been together for almost as long as Cindy's joined the friend group, is actually over. History. Recent history, but still history.

This was the couple who everyone but Felicia and MJ swore were gonna get married after university. The definition of campus lovebirds. Felicia and MJ knew, though, the cracks in the facade. They were there to witness it firsthand.

Cindy has spent most of high school in a bunker. Peter has spent most of high school fighting crime. They match in heart, in spirit, in fun, and in what seems like everything else that matters. Once they met, Peter and Cindy getting together seemed like a forgone conclusion. But there's something in the way they had to grow up so much in such little time, how they latched onto each other when they discovered each other's existence, that has always read to Felicia as desperate. Desperate for connection, and maybe for a match. Well, who was she to judge, though she judged them anyways.

"I mean, the way we got together…" Cindy shrugs. "It definitely wasn't the most conventional." MJ hides a snort at that. "And I don't even think I could call it the healthiest either." There was more sex than actual talking, Felicia recalls Cindy mentioning off-handedly.

"We just kind of felt like we hit a wall, so we called it off." Cindy finishes and steals Felicia’s next bite. Felicia lets her, because why not.

"Are you okay?" MJ asks carefully, trying to decipher Cindy's post-breakup mood. Felicia is too, but is so much more subtle about it.

By subtle she means flat out analyzing every twitch of muscle on her face. Cindy's brows scrunch incrementally and, for the first time, Felicia sees a well of sadness behind those eyes. She's been doing a good job masquerading, but it's apparent it still hurts somewhat.

"I've been better," Cindy admits. "But I've been really busy so it hasn't been that bad."

Felicia wonders if Cindy's ever going to mention the kissing and then immediately hopes she won't.

"And the kissing another girl part?" Fucking MJ.

Cindy flushes and tugs her turtleneck up higher. Hmm, suspicious. Nervous tick or hiding something? "Truth or dare?"

How cold her voice is even surprises Felicia. "Feelings, or no."

"No feelings." At that, Cindy sounds certain, her gaze steadily meeting hers. "We were just a bit tipsy, is all."

So that's Cindy's side of the story. Felicia can tell that MJ is itching to hear Peter's now, and so is she. But Cindy's here now and Cindy's single and Cindy's not off limits anymore. Felicia has only ever backed down from getting what she wanted once and this is the chance to remedy that mistake. She's waited long enough. She takes a look at MJ across them, clearly deep in scheming thought. They've waited long enough.

Finishing off the last bit of her order, Felicia smirks. She leans on her elbow and lowers her chin, zeroing in on Cindy. "Wanna just come study at my place?"

In the corner of her eye, she sees MJ straighten. Cindy tilts her head. "I thought we were going to the library to meet my friends?"

"I'm sure they won't mind you flaking for one day," Felicia smoothly reasons. "You hung out with them last night." She coaxes when she sees that Cindy's not convinced, "I have ramen."

"You do?" The automatic perking up is, frankly, adorable. It's laughably easy to bribe Cindy. A tinge of possessive satisfaction coils in her stomach when Cindy agrees.

She knows Cindy's found her attractive since the beginning. They've slept together before, only once and a long time ago, but Felicia's never been the same since. The interest and intrigue in her eyes is back, complete with a beaming grin that blinds. Felicia has been in love with that smile since that night in her apartment: Cindy patching her up with careful hands and delicate words.

They have history. She and Peter are the ones who busted Cindy out of that horrible bunker. She's helped Cindy through a lot and Cindy's helped her even more. And it won't be till Felicia can call Cindy "my girl" safely out loud when she'll truly be satisfied with their relationship.

Felicia looks down at a text from MJ as they go their separate ways. go get her girl

Cindy grabs her hand when she pockets her phone after she replies, giving it a small swing. Felicia pulls her closer relishing the warmth as the biting chill in the air nips at their cheeks. She wonders if there actually is anything beneath the turtleneck. Because if there is, she's afraid she's a little too possessive for that. A little too jealous.

Luckily for them, there isn't.

[i-lovethatforme]

2021 Fic Year in Review

Thank you for tagging me, @friendofspidermannedleeds 💖💖💖

Number of completed works:

41 complete on ao3

31 (ish) for spooky season on tumblr

19 (ish) for snowy season on tumblr

Total word count:

536,831 on ao3

72,143 on tumblr when I shut up?????????

Fandoms written in:

Purely MCU Spidey!

Did you write more, less, or about what you’d expected?

More! I’m always surprised by how much I write for things (dni!!! wake or jill atp)

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

Mmmmmm. MMMMMMMMM. I love literally most of the things I’ve written but I do have a few fave faves and that’s fine because I’m going to put them all here anyway.

i won’t say i’m in love:

CSL AU and Peter and MJ are in love within seconds and there’s like half a sprinkle of angst TY TO ME.

the monsters creep into your house

this is a fic I thought about for ages but was like... IDK but then weeee

no way home series

 because they helped my heart after canon broke it

for you, i would:

I just love it and idk why

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Sure! Mainly writing exactly what I wanted. Also threesomes. Hell. Prompts were scary as well because I never know if I’m going to let someone down with what I create when they trusted me with their big brained ideas!

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

Nope! Just writing what I like when I like :) for a while I was like jess stop writing peter head over heels for mj even when he hates her and now I'm like BUT I LIKE IT.

Most popular story of the year?

Kudos: i won’t say i’m in love

Comments: the monsters creep into your house (m/c) and what in carnation (o/s)

Hits: i saw mummy kissing spider-man w machi! (machi brings the fans)

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

shrek! y’all are missing out i stg and when i finish it for jill and i’s anni you will all see!!!!!

Most fun story to write:

twilight w @coykoii. easily! like we had such a shitty few months in the fandom and twi was so much fun. like absolutely feral in the planning stage and then both writing like we couldn’t stop and then running to the doc to show each other. still one of my fave fics. 

i also love writing fics w people in mind! so birthday’s or just because i think they’ll like them! so any gift fics are so fun.

love is not a victory march is my fave wip to write 

Biggest disappointment:

it’s 2022 now so I left everything behind so idk man! having a great time now.

Biggest surprise:

collabs! i didn’t think they would happen at all but they’re the most fun and you only have to do half the writing ty!

jill - we have a series because of course we do

the planning is insane, the works are carnage and we love every single one of them because peter remains a prick!

machi - i saw mummy kissing spider-man/ hustlers au/ CSL standing smut & art

there’s no one in the fandom i feel less awkward writing and talking about smutty stuff with - like lemme just write a sentence that makes me wanna crawl behind my hands and machi is like yeah!!! 

which - turn your heart back to me

we dragged each other through this and good for us?! and diner au when i’m serious when we get a grip!

Tagging: (if you want!)

@coykoii, @machiavelien, @which-star, @awakening5, @justmattycakes, @spicysagittarius

[pretty-funny]

I need help finding a fic!!

Idk where to put this so I’m just gonna write it here and hope for the best lol

But I’m looking for a Spider-Man fic. Overall, Peter is pretty sad in it (im pretty sure I originally found it in the “Peter Parker needs a hug” ao3 tag but that may be a lie). But he’s an intern for/works at Oscorp because thats the only way he’ll have access to his parent’s research, even though Norman doing that is illegal because they left everything to Peter - as we found out in a discussion between Peter and Tony in a diner. They’re close and Tony’s been trying to get peter to work for him for a while. One day, Peter is at the tower working and Cassie Lange gets lost and Scott freaks out that Peter brings her back but then Tony’s like chill that’s Spider-Man. And Peter and Ned have another diner convo where peter pretends to not be sad but Ned knows he’s upset because him and MJ broke up. That’s as much as I remember now. I was 5 chapters at one point then the author edited it down to 3 but that was a long time ago

I remember this fic all the time and would love to re-read it so any help is appreciated!! Thanks all!! Smooches

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and dresses Part 4

Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5

Tag list: @purplefreakwolffish  @mayucerise​

This chapter is for @sarcastich​​ and @starkeraddictbaby​

Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading!

CW: genderfluid Loki, Kinda asshole Thor

PeterParkerBingo2021: square Pet Names (card below)

Thor & Loki

Because Peter had been fairly young when he moved inside the compound, they had put his room next to Tony’s quarters since he was the one in charge of their youngest member. Then one day a door appeared in the middle of his room, connecting it to the Stark’s private quarters. They had a long discussion about boundaries: “Ask before putting doors in my bedroom” and “don’t threaten people because they hurt me” etc. Tony had argued it was easier (it was, but that was not the question) because they spend more and more time together. Which was true. 

Tony and Pepper had started to teach Peter some things about business practice. They took him to smaller meetings and introduced him as Tony’s intern; it suited Peter very much. That, plus his patrols, as well as other Avenger business, like training, and his new business classes...Peter was now even busier than he already was.

Except on Sundays. Sundays were days Peter could rest, sleep, visit his aunt May, hang with Ned and MJ, and watch movies with Bucky the other Avengers.

Every Sunday morning, before leaving their quarters, Peter and Tony would eat the most decadent brunch that Peter would let Tony buy him. From all the changes that happened in his life since he got adopted by Tony Stark, Sunday brunches were certainly Peter’s favorites. He loved those calm moments with the man that he admired so much. He also loved that he could put on whatever clothes he wanted because FRIDAY would only let people in the know enter.

That Sunday, they were finishing their meal when Steve entered. He briefly stopped at the soft pink hoodie, gray and pink plaid skirt, and long white socks Peter was wearing before dismissing it and greeting the two men.

“So, Steve, what can we do for you?” Tony asked, forgoing the pleasantries. Peter knew Tony hated being interrupted during Sunday brunches, and saw that Steve started to move from one leg to the other, a bit nervous. Peter frowned.

“Oh, I-I mean, I wanted to apologize for-” Peter tried to interrupt Steve, he had told him many times that Steve was forgiven, but the man was stubborn and didn’t let him talk. “I know, you already told me, but I- I made this for you.” Steve gave Peter a piece of paper. 

On the paper was a beautiful drawing of Peter in the purple dress that he had been wearing when Steve had discovered his secret. Peter was startled out of his stunned silence when his dad gently took the paper from his hands.

Tony simply whistled when he saw the drawing. “Aunt Peggy had told me you could draw, Rogers, but this is something else.” Steve looked at Tony, in shock.

“Au-Aunt Peggy? But you-you weren’t-” 

Tony snorted, irked. “I went to her grave later, Rogers, because there was an emergency, and if there was something Aunt Peggy could understand, it was emergencies. She was Howard’s friend, and my godmother.” Peter, who had been told the story, silently stroked his dad’s back in support as he continued. “We also fought a lot when you came back.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Tony didn’t let him. “Not that it’s any of your business, Capsicle, but who do you think covered the truth about Howard’s death? Who do you think had enough power for that? Peggy Carter. She let me think my father killed my mom because he was a fucking alcoholic.”

Steve looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, grimacing. “I didn’t know. I am sorry, Tony.”

Tony lifted his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He lifted the paper with Steve’s drawing on it, looking at it pensively. “You’re very talented. We should make you an art studio. There is an empty room with great lighting.” Tony turned to Peter to watch him. “What d’you think kid? Wanna design it?” 

Peter felt excited to be offered this opportunity; he nodded with way too much enthusiasm. It made Tony smile, proud.

“You’re gonna make some blueprints, and we will see with the Captain what he needs and likes. No, Cap, don’t argue, it will be good training for the kid. Now, Steve, if you don’t mind, I was having brunch with my kid.”

Peter only had 30 seconds to thank Steve for the drawing and promise him he would make the best art studio there was before Steve left. After Brunch, Peter framed the drawing and put it on his shelf with the piece of his first skirt and the picture of his dad in a dress.

--

Later that day, while Peter and Tony were looking at a movie, before heading out for a diner with Aunt May, someone crashed into their quarters through the window.

Tony was ready to fight in seconds; his watch changed into a piece of armor around his right fist, while his left arm pushed Peter behind him, only to find that it was Thor, son of Odin, that had crashed on the ground. Peter couldn’t help but find it kind of cute that his dad would try to protect Peter with his body when Peter could take the most damage.

“For fuck’s sake, Point Break, what the ever-loving fuck?” Tony let the gauntlet recede back into his watch and put his hand on his heart. “I have a heart condition, you know? And we have doors. FRI, baby, tell everyone in the compound there is no immediate emergency. Put the compound in code orange until further notice,” Tony turned to look at Peter, seeing the pink skirt, the hoodie, and the panicked glances his kid was giving, then added, “Tell them there is no need to come and lock the quarters immediately.” 

Peter relaxed some and started to play with the hem of his skirt. 

“I apologize, Man of Iron. It seems like I missed the door.” Thor stood up from where he had crashed, and he opened his arms to hug Tony. “It has been too long my friend. How are you doing?” Tony frowned, but he let the god hug him. 

After they separated, Tony started to give instructions to FRIDAY for the reparations while Thor turned to look at Peter. There were a few seconds where Thor paused to take in how Peter was dressed before he widened his eyes.

Before Peter could react, Thor bowed deeply before speaking. “Good day, Lady Peter.” 

Peter winced. Why would he be a lady? Just because he was wearing a skirt?

“I-I, no, Thor. I-I am a man.” Peter hated how his voice shivered. 

Thor righted himself, beaming at Peter as if nothing had just happened. “Good, how are you doing Man of Spiders?” 

Peter looked at the god, completely lost by what had just happened. “I-I am fine? Thank you, mister Thor,” Peter said with a small voice. 

The god nodded happily. “I am happy to hear that.” Thor promptly turned to Tony. “Man of Iron, I am in great need of a favor.” 

Tony scowled looking at the damage. “Is it more important than repairing the hole in my wall?” 

Thor’s face became serious in a blink, making Peter shiver. “I am afraid it is really important, my friend,” Thor said in a deep voice. 

--

The meeting had been going on for hours, and Peter was exhausted. 

Thor wanted their help to get some information out of his brother Loki. The Asgardians had a reason to think that Loki hadn’t been the one behind the invasion and could even have been a victim of the scepter like Barton and the others, but Loki wouldn’t talk. Thor hoped that maybe someone on Earth could help them because they had tried everything.

The news was welcomed by an uproar, led by Hawkeye and Fury, and had calmed down after Thor had explained that if his fears were correct, there was something worse coming to Earth. He also promised that they wouldn’t need to bring Loki for them to interrogate him and that there was a magic mirror they could use to talk to him.

It was decided the mirror would be locked in Tony’s lab, the most secure room at the compound.

However, they all forgot Peter had unlimited access to the room.

--

The first time Peter saw Loki, Peter was walking along the glass walls of the main lab. He could see Natasha and Maria Hill looking frustrated at a mirror. In the mirror, there was a gorgeous woman with long, raven black hair; she had piercing green eyes, green lipstick, and she was wearing a stunning, black leather dress. 

If Peter hadn’t been gay, and stupidly in love attracted to Bucky, he knew that he could have fallen for this beautiful lady.

Then his brain started to work again and realization clicked: The woman was Loki. Loki was wearing (and rocking) a dress. He looked like a woman, but how? When she/he/the God of Mischief saw Peter, they winked. Peter startled and simply walked faster to the B-Lab where Bruce was waiting for him.

--

Peter couldn’t get Loki out of his mind. The God didn’t look uncomfortable wearing a dress or looking like a woman in front of his enemies. 

After some days, Peter decided to go to the main source of information about Loki: Thor.

“Oh, yes, Loki sometimes, uhm, switches? Mother always said to respect the gender he looks like, but you know that Loki is my brother, so it was difficult at first.” Thor massaged his neck, uneasy. “But then, Loki started to play vicious pranks on the people who would call him a man when he was dressed like a woman. So, I learned to, uh, call Loki a lady when he wears a dress.”

And then Peter understood. “That's why you called me a lady the other day!” 

Thor nodded. “But luckily you don’t ask me to call you a woman.” 

Peter frowned. “Why do you say luckily? I mean, I don’t think there is anything wrong with asking someone to call you a woman if… you feel like a woman?” Thor, confused, looked at Peter and was about to reply, but Tony (since when had he been in the room?) answered first, making Peter and Thor startle.

“No, there is nothing wrong, Peter. Loki is genderfluid, which means that they don’t identify themself as having a fixed gender.” Tony, who was at the door, walked into the room and up to Peter. “We asked Loki and he said you could use the pronouns depending on what he looks like. It’s easier because Loki is a shifter, and can change depending on his moods. But if you ever meet another genderfluid person, you can just ask them what gender they identify with at that moment.” 

Peter nodded. It made sense. 

Thor looked a bit crushed when he started to speak again. “So, it’s not only Loki?” Tony simply shook his head. “Oh. I think I need to talk to my br-Loki.” With those words, the god left the room.

--

Peter did some research about genders - Tony helped - and he concluded that he was a man that liked to cross-dress and that there was nothing wrong with that. Peter had felt very loved that his dad, who was always so busy, had taken the time to explain all of those terms to Peter until they found the ones that felt right.

But Peter was a curious person, and it was what led him to be bitten by a radioactive spider in the first place... Peter wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to talk about the dress, and about being genderfluid. He knew that the god was not a good being, but Loki was already in prison. What could go wrong?

--

“The mighty Avengers are sending me a child, now? Interesting.” Loki’s bitter words made Peter flinch. Peter silently closed the door behind him, before he entered the lab.

“No. I- I mean, I am an Avenger, but they didn’t send me.” Peter nervously played with the plaid shirt he was wearing that day.

“Then why are you here?” 

Peter lifted his head and looked directly at Loki for the first time. He noted that Loki was in a male form. 

“I learned that you are genderfluid. I- I just wanted to talk.” 

Loki’s face softened a little bit. “Oh, yes. People of Midgard have been strangely open-minded about it.” His face then hardened again. “What do you want? Do you want to see the shift? Do you want me to become a female?” 

Peter winced. 

“What? No! Only if it’s what you want. But, no, who would want you to do that? You’re not some kind of animal.” Peter was horrified, just thinking about it. Loki huffed but said nothing, watching Peter with piercing eyes. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “I-I like to wear dresses. It is called cross-dressing here.” 

Loki looked at Peter like he was analyzing Peter’s very soul. “Why are you telling me this, human?” he seemed perplexed.

“I saw you in that dress the last time, and you were gorgeous. I mean, that dress, it looked like it had been made just for you.” Peter couldn’t contain the excitement in his voice. Loki raised an eyebrow, but Peter could see that he was fighting a smile.

“That would be because it was crafted for me. I am a prince of Asgard, little one.” The reply was unexpected, and Peter felt his eyes open with shock that was rapidly replaced by glee.

“Oh yes, my da- Mr. Stark let a tailor come to the tower, and he wanted to tailor some things, but I wasn't ready yet. Mr. Stark said that the man could come back later. ” 

Loki didn’t fight his smile this time.

“And why weren’t you ready, yet, dear?”

--

Peter and Loki talked a big part of the night until Peter started to yawn too much, then Loki sent him to his room. As days went on, after his patrol and doing some homework, Peter visited every night to talk about stuff with Loki.

--

“By the Norns! Dear Spider, why would you not simply tell the man that you want him?” Loki asked, sitting against the wall of his prison.

“What? No! He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Peter answered stubbornly while painting his nails with a green nail polish that had been approved by Loki.

“You won’t know until you try, dear.” Peter shrugged and changed the subject.

--

Of course, after a visit one night, they were discovered. While Tony and Natasha (and Bucky) hadn’t been really happy about it, there was nothing they could do or say to change Peter’s mind.

--

“You what?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“I stabbed the mongrel,” Loki answered, way too smugly if you asked Peter.

“Because he slapped your ass? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“Oh my sweet, sweet, little Spider. If you let men get away with unwanted touching, they will think it is alright to do it again and again. No one should dare touch a lady like that without consequences.” Loki played with the knife that had been in his hand since they started to talk that day.

“Yes, but still, Thor is your brother.” Peter never had had a sibling, but if he had, he wouldn’t have stabbed them, for sure.

“After that, neither Thor, nor any of the savages he called ‘friends’, ever touched me without my consent.” The smile Loki sent his way made Peter shiver.

“Yeah, ok, fair.” The god did heal fast, so Peter guessed that it was okay-ish.

--

Peter had been surprised when a raven had given Peter two identical letters one morning after breakfast. He was even more surprised when the letters ended up being Loki’s complete confession. One had been addressed to ‘The Mighty Avengers’ and the other to ‘Sweet Spider’. 

Loki explained how he had fallen into Thanos’ lap after the destruction of the rainbow bridge; he mentioned the torture, the scepter, and how the beating that the Hulk gave him had helped him evade his conditioning. He also laid out Thanos' strengths and weaknesses, including how and when to beat him.

At the end, Loki wrote that he would never have written his confession if it weren’t for Peter. 

Peter then took the last page, where Loki had drawn them both and had it framed to be placed on his beloved shelf.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a violinist and Peter Parker falling for you

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: ahhhh anon 🥺🥺 you are the SWEETEST person on this earth omg thank youuu

prompt: anonymous: “Darling sunshine, beautiful moonlight, I come to you on the self indulgence train. The opening of your request box has my heart leaping and I simply MUST have another chance to request your skills. With this I’d like to ask for headcanons of Peter Parker falling in love with a violinist! reader. In the rules it says that unnecessary reader tags shouldn’t be requested, so I hope that this is alright. (I just want someone to listen to me play at concerts hahaha) Thanks for the love in this blog ♥️”

okay, so peter and you met by chance

just kidding, you were talking to his marching band mates and he tried to impress you with his clarinet knowledge

“you know, i don’t play anymore, but i could make an exception”

*giggling* “maybe we could play something together, you never know”

“woah, what instrument do you play?”

“violin!”

after figuring out that the two of you kind of had something in common, the two of you befriended each other

it was cute the way he acted around you

he’d bring you little gifts like stickers and stuff to put on your case (if you wanted to, of course) oh, and snacks i suppose!

“what’s this?”

“it’s uh—a spider-man sticker? i thought you’d like it”

“i do! thank you, peter”

he like, was unable to function when you hugged him

ned and mj subtly tease him about it

flash goes above and beyond to tease him, though

*on livestream* “look at parker! dude, just ask them out already before i do”

then the stream suddenly stops bc mj ✨has her friends’ backs✨

peter has gone to your house a few times to watch you practice!

he gives you input, it’s always good (even if you mess up a lil bit, he always made you feel better)

“and the crowd goes wild!!!” *cue applause*

you’d take a bow and humbly accept his appreciation

thing is, you didn’t invite just anyone to your concerts

“peter, peter, pumpkin eater, i got you tickets to my next concert if you dare?”

“wait. what did you just call me?”

“shhhhhh just take the tickets”

he tried his best to hide the fact that he was geeking out over your personal invite

especially since you gave them to him in an envelope with a heart drawn on it

ofc he DASHED to see aunt may

“what’s the rush, hun?”

“y/n invited me to their concert! look, this is how they invited me. i think they like me back!”

“that’s awesome! we better send you in with a bouquet to toss on stage when the show’s over”

“people do that?”

“uh, yeah! for sure!”

“...please come with me”

duh of course she came with

supporting her nephew’s future s/o!!!

*whispering* “which one is y/n?” -may

“the one waving at us”

you were waving you were super excited to see them show up for you

like seriously, he was definitely boyfriend material

may waved back it was super wholesome

the show began and it was your time to shine (well, with others. you were a team player)

that was UNTIL you got to your SOLO

“they gave a solo?! gosh, peter, you’d better step it up”

“shhhh, no talking!”

you played your heart out since there were people there for you in the audience

you hoped that peter would come to more of these

may could practically see the hearts in his eyes

okay, okay, here comes the standing ovation

you kept your eyes on peter as he clapped louder than anyone else

*throws bouquet of flowers with perfect precision bc he may or may not be spiderman*

yes, he could have just handed it to you afterwards, but what about the perfect throw???

“i think it’s safe to say that you two are basically dating”

“may! cut it outttt!”

you made sure to meet him RIGHT after

“sooo? what’d you think?”

“y/n, you did amazing! oh, by the way, this is my aunt may”

he let you meet his aunt !!! big day !!!

he took you out to dinner at a nearby diner (pizza place) to celebrate the big day

it was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for you

“so when’s your next concert?”

“in the spring, actually? why, you interested?”

“yes! i can’t wait to see you play again”

“well, maybe i can give you another private show...”

the rest of the night was spent joking around and just talking like friends who like each other do

until he final decided that this would just be a perfect time to make a move

“hey, you know, maybe we should go on a date sometime?”

“well, what do you call this?”

“...woah. you’re right...okay, well. um, awkward. i wanted to tell you that i kind of have feelings for you. i have for a while pleasedontfreakout”

“yeah, me too, pete! flash has actually been taking bets on when you were going to fess up”

“are you serious?”

“i might be”

okay he had to admit that was a little funny

after a while longer, the two of you had finally gotten back to your feelings and peter FINALLY asked you to be his s/o

you obviously said yes yes and yes because you’ve been crushing on him since day one

you sent him home with a kiss that he would never ever ever forget

“i dont even wanna wash my face tonight after that”

“gross, pete! dont worry, there’s more where that came from”

(he carries your case or your backpack wherever you go now. he insists)

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[johnnys-coors]

Could you do one we’re tommy has a crush on the reader and so Johnny helps tommy by giving the reader 10 leaders (1 a day) and he like saying in the letter like how much they like the reader and some stuff abt them so facts etc. so when the last lettter came he tells the reader to meet him at the beach and soooo he standing there and stuff soooo then tommy asks the read out to like a diner and they end up going to a diner just of them and then they end up dating

Letters Made of Hand

Castles Made of Sand -Jimi Hendrix

Characters: Tommy, Johnny, and Y/N

Contains: fluff, kissing, and feelings

Y/N speeds up her walking, she is going to be late to Geometry. Passing by a row of lockers, she narrows her eyes to see '047D'. She rushes to her gray locker, hurriedly calculating her combination. “Ah, shit!” The lock has stopped moving, it's jammed. A few passerby's stares are felt on Y/N's back. The frustrated teenager’s cheeks grow red from the sudden attention. She glances at the clock right above a classroom next to her. Y/N has two minutes.

A raspy voice asks, "Do you need help?" Y/N whips her head to the right in surprise. Fluffy platinum hair reflects the fluorescent school lights hanging from above. The corners of his light blue eyes crinkle in a laugh, as Johnny finds Y/N’s distress hilarious. “Oh, shut up.” Y/N scoffs, frustrated with combination of her lock and the clock quickly running her out of time. 

“Say less.” Johnny ushers Y/N out of the way and pulls down on the stuck lock. The shiny metal unlatches with a snap. The boy grins, proud of his accomplishment. “Wow, you’re better than any janitor!” Y/N faux swoons, receiving a snort from her friend. She faces the locker and swings open its thin metal door. A white piece of paper floats down onto the beige tiling. Muttering a ‘What the..’, Y/N leans down to grab the note. Johnny notices this occurrence, becoming intrigued. “Is it a secret admirer?”

Opening the folded material, the letter is a page long. Y/N wouldn’t have enough time to read it now. She folds up the paper while grabbing her math supplies. Shoving two Anatomy books into her unorganized shelf, she slams her locker shut. “I gotta get to class, I’ll let you know what it’s about,” Johnny goes to protest, stating she has plenty of time. “See ya!” Y/N shouts over her shoulder, running to her Geometry class, leaving the tall boy behind. 

As soon as Y/N is inside the math class’ doorway, the bell rings. Sighing in relief, Y/N made it! The teacher looks over in disapproval, always expecting her students to be early and ready to learn. Ignoring the glare, Y/N bounces over to her seat, getting a few laughs from her classmates. Elated, and also flattered from a potential love interest, she giggles. Dutch, an aggressive blonde, elbows his desk neighbor. His bushy eyebrows furrow as he tries to keep his voice down. “Don’t tell me Johnny gave you my stash.” 

Jimmy grabs a hold of the broken lock at Y/N’s locker. “What’s this?” His tanned hands cradle the metal as he's kneeled on the ground. “Let’s just say I saved the day, Jim,” Johnny gloats, puffing out his chest. A familiar cocky smirk plays on the boy’s face while everyone rolls their eyes. Y/N lightly shoves the teenager, barely budging from his heroic stance. Bobby and Tommy smile playfully at their group of friends. “Let’s get some lunch.”

Cobra Kai saunters into the loud cafeteria. The typical cliques are in their usual spots. The Cheerleaders and Jocks in the center, the Goths in a corner near a large bulletin, the Nerds by the lunch line, and Cobra Kai next to the water fountains. Now don’t get the group wrong, they’re still studs even if they don’t mingle with the Jocks. Tommy just had to get one swing at the football team’s quarterback. 

Johnny leads them to the lunch line, reaching forward to snatch a plastic tray for himself. Y/N grabs one along with a shiny spoon and fork. The smell of pizza meets Y/N’s nose. Her stomach grumbles, a hunger rippling through her. “Pizza or salad?” The lunch man grumbles, he'd rather be doing anything else than serving food to rude high schoolers. “Uh, pizza, please.” Y/N requests, waiting for the oven-hot rectangular flatbread to slide onto her tray. And it does, nearly staining the fabric of her white shirt. 

Moving her tray to the end of the line, Y/N takes a cup of mandarin oranges and sets it down on her tray. She starts to walk to her seat while her friends pass by her on both sides. The white and gray tiles stick to her shoes as God knows what's been on the floor. Placing down her food, she opens her water bottle she snagged from her locker. The Cobras talk among themselves, laughing about a prank they pulled. Y/N twists her left wrist to open the blue bottle cap. She leans back and begins to take a sip. Cool water hits her parched mouth.

"Y/N, why don't you show us what you found in your locker today?" Johnny questions, more demanding than suggestive. She nearly chokes on her water in excitement. Placing the plastic cap back on, she sets the bottle back down onto the red table. "Sure thing." Y/N reaches her index and middle fingers into her front jean pocket. Her eyes flick up to watch her friend's reactions.

Johnny's eyes glow in anticipation, seemingly more blue then before. Bobby nods her on, his long wispy hair framing his olive complexion. Jimmy leans on Dutch, who could care less, while a small smile is in the making. Tommy fixates on his food, sawing off his pizza with a metal knife. The utensil shines as it reflects the school’s overhead lights. He seems off, really off. Squinting, Y/N makes out a slight hue of pink on the loudmouth's cheeks. He's blushing?

"Are you gonna let us see?" Dutch quips, impatient as ever. Finally pulling out the folded paper, it crinkles as Y/N smoothes it out with her palm. Clearing her throat, she begins to read the letter aloud. "'Dear Y/N, I hope I don't come across as a stalker when I write this. Here goes nothing: You may be surprised when you figure out the person behind this handwriting, maybe even shocked. But let me just say that you are the only person that makes me feel like doing a roundhouse kick to the moon and back'," Tommy laughs, saying how bad ass the scenario sounds. This earns a shove from Bobby to quiet him down.

Y/N continues, "'Yes, I'm that thrilled about you. I guess your smile adds to the feeling. No, I think it's your laugh. I remember when we were at the same showing for a movie and hearing your giggle. What I would do to hear it again! Signing off, Hendrix.'" Silence carries through the group, letting the love letter sink into their minds. Bobby breaks the quietness. "What do they mean by 'Hendrix'?" His forehead creases in thought. "I think it's code." Jimmy pipes, the only Cobra with a decent GPA.

"Well, Jimi Hendrix was a rock artist." Tommy suggests, after being quiet for so long. "Right, but who listens to him anymore? I only have cassettes of Boston and Motley Crue." Johnny's hand comes up to comb through his floppy hair. His mouth full of pizza, Dutch grumbles, "MJ is all the rage now." He imitates Michael Jackson, singing an off key 'Billie Jean'. "Okay, I think we get it," Y/N laughs, as an idea pops into her head. "Does anyone have the last name 'Hendrix' in our school?"

In the library for study hall, Jimmy and Bobby help Y/N flip through yearbooks. A stack of them lay off to the right of the wooden table's edge, about to crash to ground. Her eyes scan the names of people, as her eyes become tired from staring. She closes the book's black cover from 1982, giving up. "I found him!" Jimmy exclaims, as Bobby and Y/N crane their necks to see. The librarian hushes the teenagers, adjusting her glasses that sat on her nose. The fuzzy black and white picture showed an attractive Matthew Hendrix. The glossy page reflected dark hair and a white smile.

"I know this kid! He's by my locker." Y/N pieces together, the puzzle falling into place. Bobby glances up at her yearbook in her hands. "Is he in our grade?" He asks. The teenager doesn't want a guy older than the Cobras, he'll just mess around with them. "No Hendrix is in our grade, he does football." At the mention of the ill-fated sport, Jimmy quickly inquires, "Wait, it's not the guy Tommy punched, right?" Y/N shook her head in confusion. Everyone was either too drunk or high to remember who was in the party's fight.

The next day's events were rather quite interesting. Y/N got another letter from this 'Hendrix'. She opened the note hurriedly. It would be embarrassing for her if any of her friends found out. This second paper gave more details about how much they liked Y/N, but they also gave a reference she picked up on. It mentioned going to a summer camp in '83. Y/N went with the Cobra Kais, but other guys tagged along too.

So far, none of her friends had waltzed up to her, pressing more about the topic. Dutch definitely wouldn't, he scoffs at the slightest mention of romance. It's a wonder that he even dated, let alone lost his virginity. Johnny and Tommy have been far too quiet about these occurrences. Jimmy and Bobby have been the only ones willing to help Y/N find more about this secret lover.

The note only fueled a desire for Y/N to ask Matthew if he was writing her letters. She waits, leaning on her locker, awaiting the moment the said boy would roll around. The beginning of the school hours always dragged slow, as if in mud. Y/N hopes this event would bring her some newfound excitement. The first bell rang, signaling to students they had five minutes till class. A breeze blew on her shoulders as a tall figure slowed down their pace. Matthew slung a dark bag over his right bicep, shoving it into his locker.

"Hey, Matthew, is it?" Y/N's voice inquires, raising in pitch with giddiness. The teenager’s brown hazel eyes sweep over her figure, deciding if he should pick up the conversation. With a light sigh, Matthew nods his head. “Yeah, whatcha want?” Y/N holds up the notes that were slipped into her locker from the past two days. “Have you been writing these to me?” She extends the papers for Matthew to take. A look of curiosity takes over the boy as he accepts the letters. His eyes move back and forth as he scanned the writings. 

“I didn’t write these,” Y/N’s heart sank as this encounter did not go as planned. “But the handwriting looks familiar.” Matthew swears he saw this specific printing before, maybe written on his car in red spray paint? Reliving the memory, the red warning scribbled out a ‘NO MERCY’ on his beloved Dodge Turbo’s side. The faraway look in Matthew’s eyes causes Y/N to wave her hand in front of his line of vision. Coming back to his senses, Matthew shakes his head in disbelief. 

���Here are your papers.” Matthew presses the letters back to Y/N. She's positive that she nibbled onto the bait of this fishhook. She goes to ask him more questions, but he slammed his locker abruptly. Grumbling something about getting payback, Matthew heads down the hallway, turning the corner. He deserts Y/N, who's left with more questions than answers. 

For the next few days, each note gave more and more hints about the writer. So far, with the help of Jimmy and Bobby, she figured out that they like soccer and enjoy running on the beach. It’s not a grand discovery, but Jimmy assured her that every clue counted. Besides, the final note would be delivered today. Y/N is thrilled, she hopes the anonymous lover would reveal who they are. 

The Cobra Kai boys have been drifting in and out the letter drama, scrapping up details here and there. She walks into the lunch line by herself, as she chooses a salad today. Y/N decides to walk alone, she's packed with a lot of tests and doesn't have time to wait for the others. “Heya, Y/N.” Johnny greets, changing out his cassette tape in his Walkman. Tommy’s bruised hand covers one of the cassettes nearest to him, its taped title unable to be seen. 

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asks, as the boy seems to be moving the tape closer to himself. Caught in the act, Tommy stops moving the cassette. He lifts his head to meet his friend’s eyes. A nasty shiner around his right eye stands out against his smooth skin. The boy mentioned he fell down a flight of stairs at a party and tried to catch himself. Hence his purple knuckles. 

“Oh, I was just helping Johnny change out his Walkman.” Tommy comes up with, flipping the cassette so it was standing upright, the tape side away from Y/N. Her narrowed eyes dart between Johnny, who fakes a shit eating smile, and Tommy, who doesn't dare move until Y/N lets go of the subject. She sits down, letting the topic dissipate on its own. Her brain's tired enough as is. 

“Do you have the final note?” Bobby leans in, his long hair tickling Y/N’s cheek as he questions her. Y/N reaches into her trapper keeper, laying the letter between her and Bobby, reading silently. ‘Meet me at the beach after school, around eight. Bring your swimsuit!’ She almost jumped out of her seat at the butterflies overtaking her stomach. Bobby pats the back of Y/N, lightly laughing. “Well, there you have it. You’ll meet them after all!” 

The purr of the Firebird rumbles Y/N’s passenger side seat. The smell of the seawater fills her nose with her window cracked open. Johnny’s bright headlights gives way that they're traveling down the dark road. The whistle of the wind and the thumping of REO Speedwagon hum her ears. It's surprising that she didn’t bribe Johnny to take her, he usually would grumble about it for a while. This time he acted almost glad to take Y/N. 

Johnny pulls the car forward and parks it in the beach’s parking lot. She scans her surroundings ahead of her through the glass. The silhouette of a figure is down in the sand, facing the waves. “I think that’s my person. Thanks, Johnny.” Y/N unbuckles her seatbelt, ready to open the door and greet her writer. A tan arm swung out in front of her, holding a piece of paper. This stops her from continuing her motions. “What’s this?” Grabbing the note, she opens it. 

The infamous handwriting is there but another one is visible. A more hurried, scratchy one. ‘You weren’t expecting another letter? Calm your tits, it’s just a note from your letter carrier: Make sure kick ass when you meet ‘Hendrix’. He’s really an amazing dude.’ Johnny laughs, slapping his large hands together in amusement. Y/N mouth drops, the charade coming to a close in front of her eyes. 

“Wait, so you were the one dropping off the letters in my locker?” Y/N asked, her eyes shining in amusement. Johnny nods frantically, his hair reflecting the moonlight coming in on the dashboard. “Hey, it wasn’t hard to put superglue on the lock. It was pretty sick!” Laughing, she opens the car door, leaving the paper on her seat. “You jerk!” Y/N slams the door shut, leaving an emphasis on her words. 

The grainy white sand slows her walking as she approaches the figure. “Hello?” She calls, anticipating rising. Everything has came to this moment, it better be worth it. Brunette hair gently moves in the breeze, as goosebumps rise on her arms. No answer is given. The person’s ears are covered by a certain black foam, connected with wire. Sighing, she nears even closer. 

As if expecting the visitor, or listening intensely, an index finger presses pause on their Walkman. Turning their head, Y/N’s eyes widen and she covers her mouth in surprise. A set of brown eyes watch her reaction while they remove their Walkman, setting it down on their blue towel. A smile forms the longer the person watches Y/N. “It’s me.” The voice was bubbly and unapologetically loud. 

“Tommy? Oh my god.” Y/N’s face pales as she sets herself down next to the writer. The male leans over to the left and makes a show of taking out his cassette tape. ‘Jimi Hendrix- Electric Ladyland’ is written on the brown Scotch tape. “I’m ‘Hendrix’, Y/N.” She blushes, her face turning a shade of pink. “I figured that out by now, doofus.” Tommy quietly laughs, turning towards her. Silence commences.

Y/N’s heartbeat bangs loudly against her ribcage as she leans in. She pauses, just short of kissing him. Y/N wants to make sure he is okay with going further. Fortunately, hesitation is not in Tommy’s vocabulary. Her eyes close once she feels his lips on her own. His warm hand cusps her face, gently stroking his thumb on her cheek. His abs contract as he rests his back on his towel, his left arm propping up his head.

She lays to left of him, her face creating contact with his. Her hair falls over to the side, moving slightly with the ocean wind. Tommy’s hand rests on the small of Y/N’s back, as the warmth of his body pulls her in further. Running her hands through his hair, she gently pulls. A small groan is released from Tommy throat, rumbling Y/N’s chest. An innocent gesture but not so innocent reaction. 

Tommy smiles warmly when the kisses end, fireworks going off in his stomach. Y/N pulls herself up and sits facing the black waves, turning shy with the shared intimate moment. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” Tommy proposes, rising to his feet and pulling off his gray sweatshirt. His toned stomach pales in moonlight, his crucifix necklace dangling down over his chest. His orange swim trunks are loosely draped over his prominent hip bones. 

“Like what you see?” Tommy teases, flexing his biceps. “As if, loverboy.” Y/N retorts with faux annoyance. She grips the bottom hem of her black top as she reveals her swimsuit, shedding her pants. It’s now Tommy’s turn to gawk. He stands like a little kid, with his hands relaxed at his side, his jaw slack. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to rush into the waves, splashing Tommy with the lukewarm water. 

“Hey! Come here!” Y/N giggles as he rushes over to lift her up off the ground. He spins her around once, laughing. Her eyes widen in thrill as he lifts her up even higher, getting ready to toss her into the water. Her legs kick in excitement as she grips onto his shoulders. “Ah, Tommy!” She giggles, not wanting him to let go of her. Her eyes lock with his own once again. 

Her laughter fades as they gaze at each other. Tommy’s adam apple bobs when he swallows thickly. He’s nervous. She feels herself being let down by the taller. Y/N stands now confused by the change in mood. “Y/N,” Tommy calls, more declarative than interrogative. “Can you be mine?” The water around her ankles feel colder than before. 

She nods, gradually getting faster with her confidence. “Yes, yes, yes,” Wrapping her hands around Tommy’s waist she pulls him in for a quick peck. “A thousand times yes.” She turns to exit the water and put her clothes back on. Her boyfriend follows, now noticing the Firebird that’s been there for over an hour. “Are you kidding me? Johnny’s here?” He whines, falling to his knees, his fists pounding the soft sand. 

Y/N giggles, amused by his dramatic ways. “Hey, let’s get some fries downtown? Johnny can take us.” Tommy gets up off the ground, grabbing his towel and Walkman. “Fine, it’s a deal. Race you to the car!” 

[penzyroamin]

smacks hands paper rings javid

so!!! i wrote mj a fic for christmas. it’s a sequel to “this night is sparkling” and i humbly think it is ADORABLE. its inspired by paper rings, so i thought i’d post the link with this ask! you can read it right here. and then you can go read everything mj’s ever posted!

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

A Piece of Us

by saturnpatrol69

Sequel to A Piece of You

She and Ned had only been reunited with Peter for a little over week, but it had felt like both a lifetime and no time at all had passed since Ned's fluke clarity spell that removed the magical block on their memories. They were going to meet Ned on the other side of the small park for lunch at a funky diner with a cheap menu, but for now, MJ, Peter, and, holy shit, their baby, took a small stroll through the rare patch of greenery in Queens.

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While Peter, MJ, and Ned reunite, Peter has mounting anxiety over his newly recovered friends heading down to Boston, but everything works out better than it seems. Peter and MJ also navigate the beginning of co-parenting.

Words: 4036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Spideychelle Omegaverse Parents AU

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Peter and MJ's Baby

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds

Additional Tags: Spider-Man: No Way Home, References to Mpreg, Post Mpreg, Pregnancy, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Michelle Jones, post pregnancy, Breastfeeding, Fix-It of Sorts, Fix-it fic, Fluff, Hurt and comfort, Happy Ending, Peter Parker is Best Dad, Michelle Jones is Best Mom, Ned Leeds is Best Uncle, Domestic Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Minor Angst, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Intersex Characters, Vague Mentions of Oral Sex, showering, BAMF Michelle Jones, Protective Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro, teen parents, Prejudice

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/37976503

[imaginexsa]

Fake Date (Peter x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Oh my, it’s been so long since I last posted hahahaha I hope you are all doing well and that you guys are all safe and healthy!! Also, honestly, this fic was a lil hard for me to write because I honestly don’t think baby cinnamon roll Peter would be like this but it was also an interesting experience and I really enjoyed writing this!! HEHE hope you guys enjoy!😊

Request: hey! Would I be able to request a scenario with peterxreader? I was thinking something like reader likes peter but they’re just friends and he’s into someone else and enlists the reader on a fake date because he’s trying to make the girl jealous (like she’s at the place they have their fake date). And the readers never been on a date before and gets upset because peter doesn’t treat it like a proper date and basically ignores her all night bc of the other girl? Sorry if this is too much 😭

Part one(here), Part two

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“Go on a date with me?”

You stared at your friend, blinking. Once. Twice. Is this real? Your crush is actually asking to go on a date with you?

“Please?” Peter asked you with a smile.

“B-but, I’ve never been on date before,” you admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Peter tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing slightly. “Really? Why not? I think you’re pretty cute.”

You felt your face turning warm and was about to say something when you saw Peter’s gaze shifting.

Following his eyes, you saw that he was looking at Allison who was another girl in your class. Oh…you knew it was too good to be true. You smiled back at him. “Thanks, Pete, and sure, why not?”

He looked back at you, his smile widening. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re the best. I’ll pick you up at 7? Friday night?”

Peter patted your shoulder with his bright smile still plastered on his face before walking off to find Ned. You stared at his back and rubbed your shoulder subconsciously. Well, you could at least lie to yourself and pretend that it was a real date, could you?

“You shouldn’t have agreed.”

You turned as you heard a voice from behind you, seeing MJ walk towards you with her arms crossed over her chest. You gave her a weak smile and shook your head. MJ was the only one who knew about your crush on Peter. “It’ll be my first date ever and it’s with my crush, isn’t that what most people wish for?”

MJ raised a brow before she threw an arm around your shoulder. “If you get hurt, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

You chuckled and nodded your head, looking forward to Friday.

~

Peter had told you that the place he was taking you was a homely diner so you didn’t have to dress up that much. You wore a simple denim skirt and a shirt, putting on your sneakers before shouting to your parents that you were leaving.

Just as you opened the door, you saw Peter standing outside, his hand raised as if he was preparing to knock the door. He retracted that hand and moved it to scratch the back of his neck with a sheepish look. “Uh, hi.”

You felt your face flush. You had gotten too excited that you were prepared to just wait for him at your porch. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, you gave him a small smile. “Hi.”

He was wearing a plain white shirt with a denim jacket and dark jeans. Boy, did he look good.

“You look good,” Peter said, looking you up and down before putting his arm out.

You grinned and accepted his arm, locking arms with him. “You look good too, my good sir.”

Peter laughed as both of you headed to the diner, chattering and talking about anything. It was really nice and it felt just like a real date to you.

When the both of you arrived, you were directed to a booth and the both of you made your orders. As the waitress walked off with both your orders, you started to talk about a topic when you noticed Peter’s eyes drifting past you, his smile slowly widening.

Ah, it’s that look again. You really didn’t know what you were expecting when the person he was looking at came to view, immediately making you shut your mouth.

Allison walked up towards your table with a grin. “Hey, what’s up guys? What a coincidence.”

“Hey, Ally!” Peter replied. “Oh, I’m here with Y/N, we’re on a date.”

You looked away and muttered under your breath as you put the pieces in your head together. “Yeah, a coincidence.”

Allison’s face dropped slightly when she heard the word ‘date’, but continued her upbeat tone. “Ah, I’m sorry for disturbing then. I hope you guys have fun.”

She waved goodbye before walking away, however Peter stopped her. “Are you alone? If you are, maybe you could, you know, join us?”

“I don’t know…Y/N, are you okay with it?” Allison asked as she slowly walked back.

You could feel Allison looking at you and you drew in a quiet breath, knowing how happy Peter would be. You forced yourself to smile and look at her. “I’m okay with it, the more the merrier, isn’t that right, Pete?”

Peter nodded and scooted over in his seat so that Allison could sit down. You felt your heart sink as you saw the scene in front of you. The waitress came and put your order down in front of you and went to take Allison’s order.

You stared at your food in front of you as you picked up a fry from the plate, listening in to the conversation between the two people in front of you but feeling too awkward to say anything. Feeling your appetite disappear, you slowly put the fry back down as Allison piped up.

“Right, Y/N?”

“Huh?” Looking up at them in surprise, you saw Allison looking at you expectantly while Peter had that dopey smile on his face, not really looking at you, making your heart clench more.

“I was saying that Peter is so clumsy, but I can’t deny that it’s a really cute trait,” Allison repeated.

You forced yourself to nod as you wiped your fingers on a napkin before saying sincerely. “Yeah, he’s real cute.”

Peter turned his head to look at you when you said that, shocked. You smiled at him. “He’s really cute and has a great personality, I really hope for the best for him.” Something that I can’t give him.

Looking back at Allison, you felt your smile falter a little but you didn’t want her to see your hurt as you pushed yourself up. “I hope you’ll be able to give him the best.”

After saying that, you turned and immediately walked out of the diner. You don’t think that you’ll be able to sit there as a third wheel for another minute even though you knew that the main purpose for this date was to make Allison jealous because Peter knew she’ll be there. Sucking in a deep breath, you held back your tears as you started walking to the direction of your home.

Well, as long as Peter is happy, you’ll try to be happy for him.

You had really, really hoped that you could at least enjoy this date, or this fake date, to a certain extent. Letting out another sigh, you really regretted agreeing to it. As you reached home, you noticed MJ standing at your porch, leaning against the entrance.

Stopping in your steps, you felt something lodged in your throat, your vision becoming blurry. MJ moved to stand directly on top of the steps and opened her arms and you didn’t hesitate to run straight into them, the tears you were holding back now freely falling from your eyes.

“I told you, didn’t I?” MJ said as she hugged you back, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“Shut up,” your voice muffled as you cried into her shoulder. Of course, MJ knew this would happen, she always seems to know what would happen. You sniffled slightly. You know that you probably shouldn’t think this way but you wished that Peter had chased after you at least, but you almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

“Hey, hey, you’re gonna get snot all over my jacket,” MJ laughed as she put her arms around your shoulder and brought you back into your house. “Com’on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

MJ opened the door and lightly pushed you to go in first before she glanced back with a glare, watching Peter look at your back with a pained expression before she shut and locked the door behind her.

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Tags: @sammysgirl1997​, @melconnor2007​

[ryleighisapanda]

Love Ain’t

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: slight smut? just at the very, very end, and cursing

Genre: slight angst?, fluff, bestfriend to lovers

Summary: Peter and [Name] are forced to confront their feelings about one another when she turns to him for comfort after being stood up.

Inspiration: @spiderbabyparker‘s long-ago (when you were still lovely-parker, haha) ask sent to @petersshirts - “Stark!reader getting stood up on her date and rushing to her room crying when she gets back from her date leading to Peter (her best friend) going to comfort her, and he kisses her forehead and says “it’s okay babe” and they end up admitting feelings for each other?”

Notes: So it’s a little different from the ask, but I hope it’s still up to par :)

--

At the time, [Name] wasn’t even sad. She was pissed. She had put way too much time and energy in to be stood up like this - no call, no text, nothing. Not to mention she had bought a new dress specifically for this occasion (she blamed her dad for raising her to believe a new outfit had to be bought for every event). 

[Name] plopped down on the spinny bar stool and flagged down a waitress. After ordering a milkshake and cheese fries, she pulled out her phone and opened TikTok. Already her “grwm: date edition” video had a couple thousand views. There were those stupid comments like “first” and “early”; annoying ones like “legend has it she replies if you’re early” (what do you even say to that??) and “bet she won’t reply” (guess what, you’re right); heartwarming ones like “omg where did you buy that dress??” and “can i be that pretty”; and then excited ones like “let us know how it goes!” and “someone remind me to come back”. 

When the waitress came back, [Name] thanked her and gave her exact change. [Name] scrolled through her For You Page for the next hour, long after she’d finished her shake and fries. She probably would’ve sat there until the diner closed had it not been for a TikTok Flash had posted featuring - are you fucking kidding me? - Lance Thompson, Flash’s cousin but more importantly: [Name]’s date. 

[Name] had tried giving Lance the benefit of the doubt. Maybe his phone had died, and his car had broken down. Maybe his mom had gone into labor. Maybe he’d been attacked by a pack of sewage rats while taking the subway. 

The last one was a bit extreme, but after seeing that Flash’s video had been posted a mere seventeen minutes ago, [Name] wished it had actually happened. She clicked on the tag that led to Lance’s account -- for why, she didn’t know. She didn’t know what she expected to find, but multiple videos of her was not on the list. She clicked on the most recent one, a video taken just the other day. 

“Lance, I’m cold,” [Name] had pouted, tugging on Lance’s hoodie sleeve.

Lance raised his eyebrows, but after seeing [Name]’s wink and playful smile, he knew what she wanted him to say. “Well, damn, [Name], I can’t control the weather!”

After a giggle and a combination of pouty lips and puppy dog eyes up at him, Lance had yanked off his hoodie and given it to [Name] before planting a kiss on her lips.

The bittersweetness of watching the video proved to be more bitter than sweet after [Name] read the caption: week five of making the snobby rich girl fall in love with me before giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Snobby? Her own medicine? Confusion washed over [Name], but it was nothing compared to the heartbreak she felt. She wasn’t in love with Lance by any means, but she had started to genuinely care for him. 

This small heartbreak would take a little time to get over, but there was one person who could make it just a bit more bearable. 

--

To say that there was no privacy between Peter and [Name] would be an understatement. After May had told her that Peter was in his room, she’d walked in without even knocking. Without a word, really, because her heart hurt so much, she didn’t feel like talking. 

“[Name]!” Peter exclaimed, surprised yet happy nonetheless, to see her. “How’d your da--” He didn’t need his Spidey sense to tell him that that question was better left unfinished. 

[Name] went to Peter’s desk where she kept a drawer of the things she’s needed before that she couldn’t snitch from Peter (bras, panties, etc). Been through this routine a million times, Peter turned his back to [Name] as she stepped out of her dress, pulled on a sports bra, and stepped into a pair of his sweatpants. [Name] threw her hair up into a bun, then yanked the scrunchie out and hoped Peter would play with it; that always seemed to put her at ease and content.

After crawling under the covers and wiggling her way into Peter’s arms, [Name] finally mumbled, “He stood me up.” Peter didn’t say anything, just started twirling a lock of her hair. She closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the moment. “He doesn’t even like me. He put it on his stupid TikTok.”

“Are you serious?” Peter’s temperature was rising; he never liked this guy from the beginning, and him being Flash’s cousin didn’t help his case. 

“Yeah, something about giving me my own medicine?” [Name] picked up Peter’s phone from his chest and went to Lance’s TikTok. “I didn’t even know he had an account, and now there’s all these videos of us being all cute together and his caption is always the same: “week whatever of making the snobby rich girl fall in love with me before giving her a taste of her own medicine”. I don’t even know what that means.”

“Let me see.” [Name] gave Peter his phone and watched him scroll through the videos, even the ones without [Name] in them. “Who records the videos? The ones of you and him?”

“I dunno, I never really paid attention,” [Name] sighed. “I mean, in all those videos, we’re with our friends.”

Peter paused a video [Name] herself had recorded; it was some football TikTok Lance and a couple of his buddies had done. “Who’s this?” Peter asked, pointing to a guy with dyed black hair and one dangly earring. 

“Braxton?” [Name] looked up at Peter. “That’s Lance’s best friend from, like, Kindergarten. Why?”

Peter didn’t answer for a minute; he was concentrating on something. “Do you remember that party your old friend Lorelai threw back in middle school? The one her parents sent her away to some troubled behavior school because they couldn’t keep her under control?”

“She preferred Rory, but yes,” [Name] answered. “Where are you going with this? That I had a lapse in judgement when it came to friends and hung around the wrong crowd during my preteen years?”

“Well, you did, but no,” Peter chuckled; this provoked a small chuckle from [Name] as well, which meant Peter was doing something right. “Remember the kid with the round glasses and freckles and carrot top hair?”

“Yeah,” [Name] furrowed her brows and thought back to that dreadful night. “I didn’t like him, but she knew he liked me, so she forced us to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. I didn’t wanna hurt his feelings so I let him kiss me, but then I dodged him at school and avoided his texts. Oh gods, the rest of that semester was SO awkward and embarrassing.”

“[Name], that’s what Lance is getting you back for,” Peter realized with a heavy sigh. “That kid was Braxton.”

All the color drained from [Name]’s face. She felt like she’d been sucker punched in the gut. Maybe Rory was right; being nice did backfire. 

[Name] didn’t feel like talking anymore. She grabbed her phone and pressed play on her previously made breakup playlist. As the songs spoke the words she felt, [Name] synced her breathing to Peter’s and fell asleep to his heartbeat. 

Not long after [Name] had fallen asleep, her phone rang. Peter picked it up off his stomach and saw that Mr. Stark was calling. Peter’s face burned; Mr. Stark and May both had seen he and [Name] cuddling and sleeping on the same bed or couch or even chair, but when it came to Mr. Stark, Peter still felt as if they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing--even though they weren’t even together. Not wanting to make Mr. Stark wait even longer, Peter slid his thumb across the screen. “H-Hi, Mr. Stark.”

“Peter. How’s she doing?” At Peter’s scrunched eyebrows, [Name]’s dad elaborated, “May told me she’d come over visibly upset and looking for you. Don’t tell me it was that boy.”

Peter pursed his lips, but there was no sense in being vague; Mr. Stark already knew. “Yes, sir. Apparently he’s been playing her all this time.”

Mr. Stark groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Peter?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take care of her, will you? And one more thing.”

Peter raised his eyebrows.

“She loves you more than she realizes. Remember that.” And just like that, Mr. Stark was gone. Peter refused to let himself think about Mr. Stark’s last message. He’d morph it into something it wasn’t, and his and [Name]’s whole friendship would be ruined. 

The first thing [Name] noticed when she woke up was that Peter wasn’t there. She rubbed her eyes, which were irritated from crying, and looked around his room. He was nowhere to be found. He was most likely in the bathroom and grabbing a late-night snack, but that didn’t soothe the ache in her heart that always came when Peter wasn’t around. 

[Name] grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked the time.

Oof. Too bright.

She turned the brightness down. 2:16.

As it always did, the picture of Peter made her smile. They’d done the chubby bunny challenge, and Peter had stuffed so many marshmallows into his mouth, it was impossible for [Name] not to snap a picture. 

The events of last night felt like a faded memory, even the hurt. Peter always managed to do that, somehow, make everything else disappear. Some lucky girl was going to have an amazing husband that would make a wonderful father.

Maybe MJ.

Hopefully [Name] herself.

[Name] dropped her phone. She ignored it as it clattered to the floor. Consciously, she had never thought of Peter as anything but a best friend. But now everything--the way her face lit up when he walked in a room, the tingling down her spine that accompanied Peter’s breath when he whispered in her ear in class, the giddiness in getting ready for their friend dates, even the occasional dreams of them together that she’d refused to acknowledge--all made perfect sense.

Peter walked into the room then, his shower hair now curling in ringlets.

“I love you,” [Name] blurted, before her fight or flight had a chance to stop herself.

Peter’s face warmed as blood rushed up his neck and on his cheeks. He seemed happy for a split second, before he laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah, I love you, too, p-pal.”

[Name] shook her head vigorously. She was filled with so much adrenaline now that she’d have a panic attack if she didn’t release it. “No, not like that, I’m in love with you, Peter. You make the world disappear and there’s only me and you, and every time you put the suit on I lose my shit worrying about you, but then you come in my room every night to assure me that you’re okay, and I’m always thinking about you, and it pains me if I ever think you might not be in my future. You weren’t my first kiss, Peter, but I want you to be my next and the one after that and the one after that until it’s my last. Stark is a very infamous and honestly really cool name, but I don’t want it forever, I don’t want anyone’s name but yours, Peter Parker, and I love you so much it hurts, and I may have only just realized it now but I’ve loved you for so much longer and now that I think about it, you may not even feel the same, and I very well could have just jeopardized our who--”

No longer was Peter standing by his bedroom door. It was closed now, and Peter was hovering over [Name], his hand around her throat. “Do me a favor, baby girl, and stop talking.” He smashed his lips against hers, and when he pulled away, he raked his teeth along her bottom lip.

Peter rested his forehead against [Name]’s, his eyes closed; they were both breathing heavily. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admitted breathily.

“Then get back here and do it again.” [Name] grabbed a fistful of Peter’s shirt and pulled him back down to her. 

Needless to say, there was not only a meeting of the minds and souls that night, but also the bodies.

tagged: @marvel-lously @k-a-t-h-r-y-n-sbin @lilyholland

[darker-soft-starker]

My Best Friends Dad Pt. 2 (Pt.1, Pt.3, Pt.4)

4.9k tagging: @starkerkitty @keepingupwiththekardamomme @valiantthewriter

December had brought Peter back home for the winter holidays, saddled with a duffle full of laundry he’d never gotten around to doing and bone-deep exhaustion. The first thing he did upon arrival was flop down on his bed and sleep for fourteen hours straight, still in his jeans and sneakers, drooling onto his pillow. Second was to spend some proper time with his Aunt - and the third was catching up with his friends. His dear, dear friends. 

“I can’t believe he broke up with you, what an asshole.”

Pursing his lips around the straw of his strawberry milkshake and sucking, Peter watches the interaction with interest as MJ shrugs from across the table. She doesn’t look too bothered by her recent single status if the disinterested lift of her shoulders is of any indication.

“Tinder boys. I’m not exactly heartbroken,” is all she says in response, stealing a fry from Neds’ plate and chewing it leisurely.

Peter raises his eyebrows at her in a deliberate fashion, dipping his chin when she catches his dubious gaze.

“What’re you looking at, nerd?”

“Since when are you on Tinder?” he asks, reaching over to steal a fry of his own, frowning when Ned slaps his wrist.

“Question is, Petesicle,” Harley cuts in, nabbing his own fry from Ned’s plate, “why are you not on Tinder?”

Peter shrugs, the back of his neck going warm. “I just like meeting people the old fashion way?”

“Vintage,” MJ nods.

“It’s not vintage.”

“Can you guys stop,” Ned interrupts as all three go to reach for his plate at the same time. It’s par for the course that he gets ignored by everyone. Huffily conceding defeat  he slides the meal into the centre of the table. Ned’s nice like that, Peter thinks as he steals two more fries.

“What about him, he’s your type, right?” Harley says, pointing towards a tall male at the entrance of the diner. Peering over, the man looks to be in his thirties, carries himself with careless ease, hair sandy and artfully windswept. It’s the middle of winter but he’s in a t-shirt, undoubtedly to parade the bulge of his biceps.

Peter shakes his head. “Really not my type.”

“Dude, he’s fucking hot,” his best friend says in near disbelief, leering shamelessly and winking when the man notices him staring. “He’s my type.”

“He’s like twice your age,” Ned adds, eyebrows drawing together as he assesses the guy. “He probably has a kid or something.”

“Yeah, so? That just means he has more experience.”

“Amen to that,” MJ says, fistbumping Harley even as Ned fixes them a judging stare.

Peter watches as the guy walks towards the counter, hips swaying with an over-confident swagger. The sunglasses tucked into the collar of his cotton shirt drags the material down to reveal the skin of his chest, shiny and hairless. The guy even winks flirtatiously at the poor girl behind cashier who looks distinctly unimpressed.

“Yeah, no thanks.”

MJ rolls his eyes at him, kicking her foot out under the table and connecting with his shin. “Okay, and when was the last time you got your dick wet, Parker?”

Peter kicks her back.

“Does it matter?”

“Dunno dude, you seem a little tense.”

“Yeah, because I’m busy with school and work. Getting some isn’t exactly a top priority right now.”

“You’re on winter break,” MJ corrects.

He somehow barely withholds the urge to gesture wildly around him, as if to articulate his lack of options, the only people in the diner besides them and the not-hot guy being an elderly couple and some middle-school kid. He fails to suppress the heat that noticeably paints his cheeks pink, forever uncomfortable with being the centre of attention. His friends are the absolute worst. He’s going to put them all up for sale.

“I’m just...enjoying being single for once. Y’know, just happy to just be by myself.”

Even Ned stares at him blankly. “There’s no one in this entire town you would mess around with?”

Peter scoffs. “No.”

“Not even the hot girl that works at Dairy Queen?”

“No.”

“Dude, even I’d fuck her,” MJ adds, looking slightly offended on her behalf.

“Can I remind everyone that I’m here to spend time with May and you guys - I’m not here to get laid?”

--

“Oh fuck, fuck… Tony that’s, ahh yeah, right there --”

Using the grip he has on Tony’s hair, he manoeuvres him to bring his lips from where they were sucking at his neck up to his own. Tony doesn’t falter at the change, and surges forward to deepen their kiss, groaning into Peters’ mouth. God, Tony is so good with his tongue, Peter thinks as their kiss turns filthy, the mans stubble coarse against his chin as their lips slide together. His friends weren’t wrong about men with experience - although it might just be natural talent too.

The hands on his ass squeeze tighter and he can’t help but arch his back a little, moaning as Tony bites at his bottom lip. Peter sits perched on a dusty worktable with Tony firmly between his legs, they’re wrapped together so tightly he can no longer smell the sawdust and engine oil.

“We should, uh -” he pants against Tony’s mouth, pulling back a little. “We should slow down. Harley could…”

“Yeah,” the man agrees, but doesn’t pull away. If anything, he uses the grip on Peter’s ass to slide him closer. Tony dips his head to latch on to a sensitive spot beneath his jaw, scraping his teeth against the skin and soothing it with his tongue.

“I’m - hahh, oh my god - I’m serious,” Peter insists, even as he locks his ankles behind Tony and grinds his hips forwards, seeking friction against the mans stomach. It’s hard to remember what his point was, head hazy with the scratch of stubble against his neck, in perfect conjunction with the wet, sucking heat of Tony’s mouth, the pinch of his teeth against the column of Peter’s throat.

What was he saying again?

Oh, right.

“Harley might --”

Tony pulls back a little to give him a judgemental stare, but pointedly keeps his hands on Peter’s ass.

“You’ve said my sons’ name more in the past five minutes than you have mine. Should I be worried? Working a bit harder? Feedback is always appreciated, just not always considered.”

Although he knows the affrontedness is all an act, the man just looks looks so put out, pouting ever so slightly,  Peter can’t help but cup Tony’s cheeks, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Tony predictably tries to deepen it but Peter leans back, grinning.

“I’m just saying, he’s gonna wake up soon and wonder where we are.”

Tony sighs, head tilting downward. “Were you always such a boy scout?”

“Were you always such a horny, old lech?” Peter retorts, carding his fingers through Tony's hair as the man noses along his neck.

“Yes,” Tony says seriously, nipping at the skin sharply. “Since birth.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep, I’m told it’s incurable. Don’t want to complain or anything, but it’s a real hardship.”

“Yeah,” Peter agrees, smiling dumbly as Tony leans in to brush their lips together. “I can tell.”

For a few quiet moments they trade slow, lazy kisses, Peter easily sinking into the warmth of the man in front of him and relaxing into his embrace. It’s not hard to be with Tony like this, wrapped in their little bubble, like nothing outside it exists and quickly forgetting it does.

One of the Tony’s hands slip under his shirt to delicately caress the small of his back, calloused fingers sending tingles up his spine. Peter is almost tempted to say fuck it and throw off his shirt, hop off the table, sink to his knees and give Tony the sloppiest blow-job of his life. But he knows his best friend too well. As much as it’s a turn off to think, he knows that after a good solid ten hours sleep Harley’d be crawling out of bed - which would be right around now.

“I just missed you, baby,” Tony says against his lips when they part, the words a vibration against Peters mouth, big brown eyes are soft and glazed as they track over Peter’s face.

“Missed you too,” he whispers between them.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come up to see you more often.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be, its --”

“No, I should have --”

“Dad, you in there?” Harleys voice yells from a few feet away, outside. “Have you seen Peter?”

“Fuck,” Peter mutters, pushing Tony away from him and sliding off the table. His heart pounds as he straightens his shirt and adjusts himself in his jeans. Tony does the same and calls out to confirm they’re both in the garage.

They spare a shared glance as they continue efforts to themselves look more presentable and Peter can only hope that his lips don’t look as kiss-swollen as Tonys’ do. There’s no more than a spare second to arrange themselves at the open hood of a car before the garage door swings open, handle banging against the wall.

“ - and that’s how you can tell the difference between a problem with the alternator and a problem with the engine coils,” Tony directs to Peter, gesturing to the parts with a wrench he picked up from somewhere.

Peter nods studiously at the ‘lesson’ before turning his head back towards his friend, heart racing. “Morning,” he greets, hoping his smile looks natural and not like he was humping his friends dad a minute ago.

“Hey, look who’s up,” Tony says loudly, half turning to give his son an unimpressed stare. “And before noon! Did you wet the bed or something, kid?”

“Fuck off, dad,” Harley yawns, shuffling between them and staring down at the rusted engine. “What’re we working on?”

Tony seems to freeze for a split second while thinking of a suitable excuse and Peter blabs to fill in the silence.

“May. Uh, she’s having trouble with her car, it’s um, starting weird? Tony was showing me what might be the issue.”

“Cool,” Harley replies, uninterested. “What’s for breakfast?”

Peter barely reigns in the sigh of relief, sparing a shared glance with Tony over his friends bowed head.

“Lunch,” Tony corrects, dropping the wrench and wiping his hands on a discarded rag. “And you’re on sandwich duty. Thanks for offering kid, I’ll have a BLT.”

“Oh, c’mon --”

“I’ll help,” Peter says, rolling his eyes as he leads his friend out of the garage, casting a look back at Tony and heading through to the house. If Harley catches the second-too-long stare between his friend and his father, he doesn’t say anything. It feels like they dodged a bullet - again.

Truth is, Peter isn’t sure how much longer that he and Tony can keep this a secret - or even if he wants to. It’s getting harder to find excuses to come over or to give reasons why he isn’t seeing anybody. It’s becoming difficult to look at his best friend in the eye and not blurt out the truth.

Over the course of the semester Tony made the lengthy drive up to campus a few times to spend a weekend with him. He doesn’t know what Tony told his son as an excuse for the sporadic weekends away, but whatever it was seemed to circumvent any suspicion.

And it was... really nice. They got a handful of days in a town where no one knew them, where they could openly be together. They’d go on real dates, holding hands in restaurants and smiling at each other over the table, there were cheek kisses as they embraced on the sidewalk, hands in each others back pockets. Mostly though, time was spent in Peter’s shared apartment, alone in his bedroom, taking advantage of not needing to hide for once. His housemates didn’t care who he was fucking so there were no furtive glances or kisses. Peter liked both - the thrill of getting caught and the calm that being open brought - but it was nice to not have to lie.

It wasn’t all sex, either. Sprawled in bed, sated and spent, there were conversations between them that could fill libraries. Over dinner it was all witty banter and sharing stories about their lives and common interests. It was feet in laps and sharing the bathroom sink as they brushed their teeth together.

It was... intimate.

Peter has never had a relationship like this before. Girlfriends and boyfriends, yes, but they seemed so casual in comparison. At some point over the last six month this thing with Tony had become something more. He was important.

Having something that important made his guilt all the worse that he was hiding it from the people that matter to him most. He’d find himself getting worked up over it, but then Tony would call or send him a text saying he can’t wait to see him again and suddenly it’s like he’s on cloud nine. It was like he perpetually oscillated between guilt and delight.

There will be consequences down the track, Peter knows. But this is okay, for now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with your neck - did you get a rash?”

It has to be, he thinks, as he lies through his teeth.

-------

“So I got that job,” Ned says from where he lies on Peters floor, staring dazedly up at the ceiling.

“Congrats, dude,” Peter replies, although he has no idea what job Ned applied for.

To his left, Harley groans loudly as he struggles to sit up, gesturing to the copious boxes of take out on the floor. “Does that mean you’re paying for the next round?”  

They’re all in a similar state, utterly overstuffed and seconds away from slipping into a food coma should they close their eyes. The only two that seem to be holding up from their Thai feast were Betty and MJ, currently trash-talking each other over a round of Mario Kart, acting as if tryptophan is no match for them.

It’s good to be home, he thinks.

“Where’s May?” Ned asks in lieu of answering Harley, shifting to sit up and directing his attention to Peter.

“At work,” he replies distractedly, busy firing back a flirty text at Tony. “Should be home soon.”

“Did she clean out your room? It smells nicer,” Harley comments, sniffing around idly.

“Yep.”

Another text lights up his phone which he reads instantly. He nods vaguely at his friends question, not caring how eager he seems to Tony, fingers working rapid-fire to respond quickly.

“Did she say it smelled like jizz and feet in here?”

“Yeah,” Peter responds, not really listening.

“Do you smell like jizz and feet?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you made of jizz and feet?”

“Sure.”

“Who are you texting, jizz-feet?”

“Yeah - hey!” He cries out as the phone is swiftly plucked out of his hands. His whole body goes numb. stomach dropping to his feet as he sees Harley scrolling through the texts.

A surge of panic and adrenaline has him reaching forward quick as a gunshot, arm outstretched to take the device back out of his friend's hand. Once it’s safely back in his grasp he fixes his friend a withering stare.

“Uncool, dude,” Peter says, punching his friend in the thigh.

God, how much did Harley read? Fuck. He tries to run over in his mind if his friend was recently mentioned in them or if Peter ever referred to Tony by his name. Shit.

Harley doesn’t seem to be suspicious or upset, smiling crookedly at Peter in the same way he always does and raising his hands up in surrender. Their friends titter at their antics and some of the tension bleeds out of him.

“Sorry, Pete.”

“No you’re not, nosy asshole.”

Harley shrugs. “I’m not. I’m also not sure who Missus is, but I guess that answers the question of why you’re not getting laid.”

“Wha --”

“Pete’s got a girlfriend, guys.”

“Ooh, who is she?” Betty asks, abandoning her focus on the game to join in on the conversation. The interested, earnest grin that she directs toward Peter is both disturbing and worrying.

“Is it the girl that keeps giving you half price coffee at Perry’s?” Ned joins in, knocking over a half-empty carton of rice to edge closer.

Peter issues him a judgemental glare to try to mask the mounting panic racing through his blood. Confused as to how they came to the conclusion that he’s dating a woman, he tries to piece together the dots - missus - and then it hits him. 

He had lazily saved Tony’s contact as mrs - as in Mr. S, the formality from when he’d first met the man and politely referred to him as his guardians had taught him. It had been Mr. Stark in the beginning.

He silently thanks every deity known to him that Harley didn’t come to the correct conclusion and sends a mental middle-finger to every teacher who harped on about his grammar.

“I bet it’s his physics professor and that’s why he’s keeping it a secret,” MJ speculates, abandoning her controller to look him over.

He can’t help it. The attention and subsiding anxiety has his face burning.

“First of all, gross,” he says, pointing a finger at MJ. “She’s like ninety. Second, they’re not my girlfriend, it’s just a thing.”

“A thing,” she repeats drily.

“Yes, a thing. Can you please drop it?”

He almost says they’re not real, which would be closer to the truth because there is no she involved at all - instead what comes out of his mouth is another terrible lie to cover up something that he tells himself everyday isn’t wrong, just misunderstood.

It feels a little wrong though, when he doesn’t bother to correct his friends, feels like an asshole both to Tony and to everyone else. It’s one of the biggest secrets he’s ever kept, something that makes him so happy - and that’s what’s ironic - undercover everyone is satisfied, it’s the reveal that will rock the boat. There isn’t a way this ends well in the open. 

Harley, sensing his unease is the one to call off the troops. It’s why he’s Peter’s best friend, after all.

“Alright, whatever Petey-poo. Keep it to yourself.”

“Thanks, Harls.”

The guy shrugs and the conversation quickly changes to Christmas plans. He tries to keep track of the flow of words, despite the deafening beat of his heart in his ears. The guilt of harvesting such lies crawls up on him like slime, leaving its potent residue wherever it touches.

Not for the first time he wonders if he’s in over his head.

-------

Christmas comes and goes, modest as ever in the Parker household. He gifts May with a set of acrylic paints and a few cheap canvas, and he gets socks and sweaters along with a new chess set in return.

The time spent up to new years is speckled with group hangouts, in duos or all together, taking long drives or just shooting the shit, drinking cheap alcohol and mourning their sparse bank accounts. The longer he’s back home, the more the strange, floaty dissonance from re-entering his old life disappears. He eats way too much, has many grand plans of getting ahead on next semester readings, but ends up doing none.

It’s good. 

Except...he wants. He tries not to push his hangouts with Harley to be at the Stark household in order to alleviate suspicion - but it’s been almost a week since he’s seen Tony and he just wants to be with him. The late night calls and daily texts are great, but it’s not the same as being together, especially since now they're only a short drive away.

Growing increasingly desperate, he considers renting a motel room for them or getting a hold of Mays schedule so he can plot out a timetable to have Tony over. Turns out all of that is unnecessary when Tony texts him first.

>> so…Harley is going away for the weekend

A smile lights up on his face, fingers shaking with how swiftly they type out a response.

<< oh yeah? sounds like it might get lonely having that house to yourself

>> exactly. I was thinking of inviting this cute guy around to stay but not sure if he’d say yes.

<< pretty sure he would say yes. he’d be an idiot not to

>> better not be an idiot then. see you saturday morning, beautiful?

<< c u then xo

He falls back on his bed, grinning.

The week leading up couldn’t go slower, dragging on and feeling what seems like a hundred days. It doesn’t diminish Peters excitement though, if anything the anticipation only amplifies as he the days wear on. He finds ways to busy himself with video games and starting his studies - and then finally it’s the day.

With his worn duffle slung over his shoulder he tells May with a kiss to her cheek that he’s going to be staying at the Stark’s for the weekend. She waves him off disinterestedly, telling him to behave and have fun and he doesn’t need to be told twice, he’s out the door. He plans to have a lot of fun indeed. 

Twenty minutes later he’s rolling up to the Stark household, Harley’s old truck noticeably missing from the driveway. He drops his bike around the side of the house, wiping his hands on his jeans and approaching the front door with the intention to knock. 

Except Tony swings it open before his knuckles make contact. The sight that the older man makes in makes his mouth dry, donned in his typical wife-beater and jeans. It couldn’t have been longer than a week since they’d last seen each other but the need to touch the other man is so visceral that he’s barely inside the house before Peter’s on him.

Dropping the bag at his feet, his freed up hands to clasp the nape of Tony’s neck, leaning in to connect their lips. Hands settle on his waist as Tony tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

“Hello to you too,” Tony says, pulling back wearing a smile on his face.

Peter feels his own smile forming in response. “Did you miss me?”

Tony pretends to think. “Nope. Not even remotely.”

“Good, me neither. Didn’t spare you a single thought.”

“Same, I almost forgot who you were,” Tony quips back, smile still on his face as he leans down to grab Peter’s bag, kissing his temple before leading him into the house by the hand.

“Guess that’s what happens in your old age,” Peter says as they wander to Tony’s room where his belongings are dropped by the bed.

“Brat.”

“Senior.”

Tony hauls him in by the waist until their bodies are flushed together. Peter laughs as Tony wetly kisses the hinge of his jaw, prickly facial hair tickling the sensitive spot. That’s not where he wants the older man, so he places a palm on Tony’s cheek to gently direct him back up to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. As Tony’s tongue enters through he seam of his mouth he groans, snaking a hand down to palm at Tony’s crotch through his jeans.

“Didn’t anyone teach you to respect your elders?” Tony says, voice strangled as Peter continues his ministrations.

“That went out the window when I fucked an elder,” Peter snarks, shoving Tony to sit at the edge of the bed and sinking to his knees.

“That’s fair.”

He leans forward to nuzzle at Tony’s crotch, mouthing wetly at the denim and running his hands slowly up the man's thighs. He feels Tony’s cock slowly hardening under his lips, a thrill of its own that he has any sort of effect on someone like Tony. The soft groans and twitching fingers has Peter helping him out, unbuttoning and lowering the zip of the fly, pushing the jeans down enough to free Tony’s cock.

Without hesitating, he takes hold of it loosely with his hand, jacking it and looking up at Tony dutifully when fingers under his chin direct his face upwards. 

Pupils blown, Tony presses a thumb to Peter’s bottom lip, running it lightly over the seam before Peter opens him mouth, sucking the digit in.

“Look at you,” Tony says fervently as his cock is getting worked. “Any of those college boys ever tell you how gorgeous you are?”

Peter releases the thumb in his mouth to duck his head, a vain attempt to hide the blush that crawls over his cheeks. He doesn’t trust himself to speak with the heat coiling up his gut and into his heart, so he shakes his head no and places a tender kiss on the head of Tony’s cock instead, laving at it with his tongue.

“They couldn’t appreciate a good thing,” Tony continues, gently carding a hand through Peters hair.

There is no suppressing the quiet whine that comes out his throat, even as he takes the entire head into his mouth. He missed Tony. He missed these moments, how good they make each other feel. 

He kisses down the length of Tonys cock, mouthing at the base, trimmed pubic hair brushing his cheek. Rising back up he does his best to take the whole thing in his mouth, both girthy and long, stuttering two-thirds of the way through. At first gag he pulls off, using his hand to take what he can’t while he blinks away the tears from his eyes.

Breathing deeply he tries again, focusing on the texture of skin, the salty taste of pre-cum and sweat as he bobs up and down. He’s helpless when he looks up at Tony, expecting his head to be tilted back - instead he’s met with half-lidded eyes, hitched breaths and eye contact that goes on too long to be considered casual.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” Tony encourages as Peter continues his ministrations, spurring his motivation further. As the man traces his cheekbone Peter takes special care to pay attention to the mans balls, fondling the sack with his spare hand and taking time to suckle at them, just to hear Tony’s helpless groans.

Tears spring to his eyes when he refocuses his attention to the mans cock, the head hitting the back of his throat, but the way the hand in his hair scraps his scalp in rapture has him doubling his efforts.

“Christ, baby. Didn’t know I’d been waiting for you all this time,” Tony says, voice raspy, hips undulating. 

Whether it’s the movement or the words, tears slip down Peter’s cheeks, his heart doing something weird.

It’s only a few more moments of working Tony’s cock before the man is warning him, legs locking up on either side of his shoulders as he cums, spilling into Peter’s mouth with a groan.

Tony, swiftly gathering his wits, helps Peter off his knees and onto the bed, kissing him soundly before Peter barely has a chance to swallow the load. It’s dirty, intimate, and makes his cock throb even more than any of the previous behavior. He breaks their kiss to strip himself out of his shirt, pulling himself out of his jeans to attend to his own erection.

The sweat on his palm is just enough to make the friction pleasurable, spilling his release over onto his hands after only a handful of strokes. 

Sated and breathless, he flops back onto the bed, resting on his elbows and grinning up at Tony.

“So, what do you want to do this weekend?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things.”

---

For all their fervent hurriedness things don’t really escalate much from there. Maybe it’s the early hour, or the relief at seeing each other again with the prospect of an entire weekend alone, two whole days of not having to hide or take what they can get in small moments.

The day is mostly spent curled up on the couch, exchanging slow kisses and grinding slowly against one another, undressed and unworried. It’s the most exquisite, drawn out foreplay that Peter has ever been a part of, feeling content and turned on in equal measure. Tony will kiss him behind his ear as a lead up to nothing, just doing it because he can or spoon behind Peter on the couch, half hard and doing nothing to alleviate it.

Towards the late afternoon they agree on take-out pizza for dinner and some reality TV re-runs. As Tony orders the food Peter wanders into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, stretching his body as he stares out the kitchen window, sunset rays bathing the room in an orange glow.

He shivers a little as his bare feet make contact with the chilled tiles, glad he pulled on his jeans - and as he drinks he wonders how this is his life, how he feels too lucky for the guilt to surface anywhere near the forefront.

Strong arms wrap circle his waist as Tony sneaks up on him, embracing him from behind. Peter relaxes into his hold, shoulders dropping while gently clasping Tonys forearms.

He allows his neck to go lax, head falling back to rest on Tonys warm shoulder and for a few moments they just stand there, swaying softly and staring into the darkening outdoors.

“Food should be here soon,” Tony murmurs, rubbing his stubbled cheek against Peters.

“You get the one without pineapple?”

“No, it definitely has pineapple. Only pineapple, I know it’s your favorite.”

“You’re a jackass,” Peter says, turning around in Tony’s arms and kissing the shit-eating grin off his face.

By the time the doorbell rings thirty minutes later his lower face is red with fresh stubble burn, a row of burgeoning hickeys stippled along his neck and hair resembling a birds-nest. Tony, faring worse with cum speckled in his beard and eyelashes, had gone to wash up.

Smiling dazedly, Peter pulls his jeans back up and ambles to the front door still shirtless, picking up the twenty dollars that Tony left on the counter along the way.

When he swings the door open the smile swiftly drops off his face, heart falling faster than an anvil.

Before him Ned stands in a crisp, new uniform, awkwardly holding their pizza and giving Peter a surprised smile.

“Oh, hey Peter! Didn’t expect to see you here, I have this order for Mr. Stark?”

Shit, he thinks, mind flashing back to Ned mentioning his new job. 

All too aware of how he must look standing flushed and semi-naked, he tries to school his expression into something neutral, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“Uhh, yeah I can take that - “

“I thought Harley was going away this weekend,” Ned says conversationally, still holding the pizza.

“Yeah, he, uh --”

“What’s the hold up, babe?” Tony asks as he approaches from behind, stopping in his tracks when he catches sight of Ned. Peter can’t help as his eyes shutter closed, feels Tony’s entire body stiffening beside him.

“Mr. Stark?” “Well, fuck,” Tony says eloquently.

[luucypevensie]

A Cleo-centric Post

Cleo and Ned

Ned has had a crush on Cleo for the longest time; he thinks she is just amazing and a total badass

Cleo can always count on Ned to be a shoulder to lean on when she has doubts about her abilities

They like to study together specifically with science and Spanish because Ned, of course, is a science whiz while Cleo is very fluent in Spanish (as well as Greek, Latin, French etc)

Something that they do together without Peter is have a scary movie marathon because Cleo LOVES scary movies

There’s also A LOT of cuddling going on (it’s insanely adorable)

Ned is not only Peter’s Guy in the Chair, he’s also Cleo’s

He would always say to her, “Go save the world, Lady Victory”

When Cleo saw Ned sitting next to Betty on the plane in FFH, she got insanely jealous

That was her realization that “Oh, I think I like my friend as more than a friend”

Though, she did think that he looked really cute in his fedora at Liz’s party in Homecoming

Cleo and Peter

Whenever these two fight together, there’s a lot of friendly banter going between them

“I am a WAY better fighter than you”; “Dude, did you NOT see me stop the Winter Soldier’s ARM in mid AIR?”

Sometimes, post battle, the two of them will go to a diner and order fries and a milkshake and go over the details together

They will go to the other one and complain over how Tony and Nike still treat them like a child

You will definitely find Peter (and Ned) at Cleo’s lacrosse games, cheering her to victory

Cleo took Peter to the gym where she likes to box, and taught him how to use a punching bag and boxing gloves

The first time he used them, Cleo had never laughed so hard in her entire life

Peter is an honorary member of the family; same with Cleo and the Parkers

They both like to lay on Cleo’s bed together and listen to music to rid the stress of the day

You know the handshake that Lindsay Lohan does in The Parent Trap? Yeah, she and Peter made that their celebratory handshake

Cleo and MJ

Cleo does not have any girl friends, so she and MJ usually gravitate towards one another for partners in gym and English

It’s not too long towards the end of Homecoming that they each realize “Oh, you’re kind of my closest girl friend”

They form their own little book club where they take turns picking out books that are by authors of color

MJ is not really girly, so Cleo usually has to force her to come along shopping

It usually turns out to be fun because they’ll try the stores that not a lot of people will shop at, like Goodwill

The two of them will have slumber parties at Cleo’s house, where there’s a bunch of ice cream and ANTM

There’s usually a lot of pretending to be models walking down a catwalk during these slumber parties and a lot of giggling

Cleo was the first person that MJ told about her crush on Peter, and MJ was the one that Cleo panicked to about her realization concerning Ned

If her mom or Thalia is hosting some event at a local museum, MJ is always Cleo’s plus one because of her knowledge in historical artifacts

When Cleo told MJ that she was Lady Victory, and who her mom and sister were, she was shocked because she had absolutely NO IDEA (which is strange considering how observant she can be)

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