#tasm peter x male oc

[mlm-writer]

One of a Kind Booty (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Power bottom Peter Parker (TASM) x Top Cis Male Reader Rating: Explicit   Words: 2225 POV: Second Summary: You’ve been staring at Peter Parker’s ass a lot. One night you catch sight of Spiderman’s ass and suddenly you know something about Peter Parker that most people do not. Aka reader finds out Peter Parker is Spiderman based on his ass. Note: Don’t forget to reblog and/or leave a comment in the tags/replies to help me stay motivated to write, thank you Tags: pervert!reader, teaching assistant Peter, wee bit of comedy, mentioned OC Chaz the jock, blowjob, handjob, ass-eating/anilingus, reverse cowgirl, creampie and mild ass worship

There was something about being a teacher that made one bend over a table, ass out, while explaining something. This trait apparently extended to teaching assistants and you knew exactly who was the biggest idiot in your class. You always sat behind Chaz, the nicest jock you knew, but who also retained a negative amount of information from lectures. How he got this far was one of Earth’s greatest mysteries.

Some days you felt bad for him, but during the study sessions, you loved his big dumb brain. The second it started, his hand was up in the air and the cute teaching assistant surely trudged over. Just one year older than you and yet Peter Parker looked younger with his boyish looks and nerdy tees. He bent over in front of you and you tried to not make it too obvious you were staring. The things you’d like to do to that booty were not fit for a classroom, unless this was a tacky fanfic where the mechanics of the real world did not matter.

Exams were coming up, so you found yourself staring less at Peter’s ass and more being the one asking the questions. One late night, you found yourself lounged on the rooftop of your apartment building. Your phone with your notes app lit up your face as you sipped on a drink. Whenever you needed to think, your eyes drifted up over the screen to look at the breathtaking city night view. Studying sucked, but this view always made it better.

Your peace and quiet got disturbed by a red figure landing on the other side of the rooftop. You hid behind the staircase building as soon as you could. You were no rookie to the dangers of the night, but as you peeked around the corner, you let go of the breath you’ve been holding. It was just Spiderman.

He didn’t seem to notice you as you stared at him from behind him, watching how he crouched down and used your apartment building as a little perch. There was something familiar about him. Your heart lurched when he got off the ledge. For a second you thought he spotted you, but then he started stretching. Arms up to the sky, you could see his shoulder muscles through his suit. Arms to the front, to the back. Then he bent forward, hugging his legs with straight knees and you knew exactly why he looked so familiar. You have been staring at that ass all semester.

Your mouth fell open as you tried to process this new revelation and contemplated what you were going to do with it. Right now, there was little you could do with this information. Before you could even emerge from your hiding spot, Spiderman already leaped from your rooftop to fight crime or whatever Spiderman did on a quiet night.

It was the last study session before the final exam and you should be focusing on straightening out the purpose of each equation, but you were staring holes in Peter’s everything. You knew with 99.99% certainty that he had a crime-fighting alter ego, but it was that 0.01% that was keeping you from confronting him about it directly.

Before you realised it, class was over and you were bound to either spend a couple of all-nighters or fail the exam. You packed your bag with utmost leisure, attempting to be the last one left with Peter, who was saying his goodbyes to the professor. The old woman left and it was just you and Spiderman.

“You do know that I know what you’ve been up to, right?” Your head shot up and you frowned at the teaching assistant. That was your line. Peter gave you a lopsided smile as he sauntered over to you. “Don’t look so innocent, I know you’re not.” Peter sat down on the table in front of you.

You slowly zipped your backpack up with a frown on your face, eyes never leaving those of the other man. “Are you seriously making a move on me the second you’re no longer a teaching assistant of a course I am taking?” You scoffed. Peter got a little rosey in the cheeks, but he did shrug like he had no regrets. Your teeth showed with how wide your smile got. “Such a morally good man,” you said as you slowly got closer to Peter, “not only does he have a no-fucking-the-students policy,” you leaned on the table he sat on so your faces were real close, “he also runs around in a tight red suit stopping crime.”

Your last words wiped the smile off Peter’s face. He tried to stammer out he had no idea what you were talking about, but he either was bad at lying or just too distracted by you. You ran a hand up his arm, trying to gauge if he was into it or not. “How did you know?” He eventually whispered.

You snickered as you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “Spiderman was on my rooftop a few nights ago and bent over. We both know I’ve had my eyes on the prize all semester.”

Peter bursted out in laughter. “Are you serious right now? You figured it out by staring at my ass?” You gave him an innocent shrug, clearly very unapologetic about the situation. “Wow… Just wow… You are really shameless, you know that?” You held up your hands, palms to the sky beside your shoulders.

“What can I say, Mr Parker? Your ass is phenomenal.” “Would you like to see what I can do with it?”

And it was not even ten minutes later that you found yourself in Peter’s tiny dorm room, pressed against the wall as he kissed the life out of you. His leg was between yours and you felt almost pathetic with how needily you grinded against him. “Never thought you’d be this… assertive,” you gasped when Peter finally let you breathe, his lips occupied with your neck.

“Don’t like it?” The other man asked as he guided your hands to his ass, humming when you squeezed his exquisite cushions. You were drunk on him. A semester of pining had you tangled in a web of desire and Peter was about to thoroughly unravel you.

When you did not answer right away, Peter pulled away to check on you, his eyes questioning and hands politely stilling. “I just did not expect you to be like this, but by all means, go ahead.” You flashed him a smile, which he returned in kind. Without breaking eye contact, he got to his knees and started undoing your pants. You watched him with bated breath.

You were not surprised that you were already supporting a semi nor that Peter started lapping at your cock like it was a treat. By now you already knew that behind those innocent eyes hid a true minx. Wet pleasure glided over your cock. You could not tear your eyes away from him. Once he had you fully hard, he started trying to take your whole length into his mouth. There was no warning, no lead up to the immense pleasure that was Peter eagerly slobbering all over your dick. A moan escaped you, before you could even think of biting your lips to hold it back. “In a hurry?” You questioned between moans.

Peter did not answer. Instead he grabbed two handfuls of your thighs and pushed you forward, forcing your whole cock down his throat. His tongue was out and teasing your balls. You threw your head back, finally diverting your eyes off him, but as soon as you did that glorious mouth was off you. You gasped, catching your breath. The world seemed to morph around you and all points gravitated towards the centre of it all: Peter Parker, on his knees with spit covering his chin and a sly smile on him as he stroked your cock.

He was on his knees and yet he had you wrapped around his finger. Peter tapped the tip of your cock against his tongue. He gave you teasing licks, the touch barely anything compared to earlier. Out of nowhere, he got up, kissed you deeply with his spit-covered lips and then stepped away. “Get on the bed and edge. I’ll be right back.” He waved in the direction of his bed, before disappearing into the bathroom.

You were stunned for a moment, until you heard the shower run. You shook your head and made your way over to the bed. You made yourself comfortable and followed the command that was given to you. You could only imagine what else was going to happen and the fantasies helped you stay on edge until Peter’s return.

When the bathroom door opened, Peter emerged, damp and naked. Your hand stilled as you ate him up with your eyes. Under all those nerdy shirts he apparently had been hiding a set of abs you wanted to lick all over. He was smooth, build out of perfect lines and arches. “Keep going,” Peter commanded as he approached like a predator. You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued stroking your sensitive cock.

Peter climbed over you and you opened your mouth, ready to receive his cock in your mouth, but it never happened. Instead, Peter shoved his ass in your face, hands parting his cheeks so you had access to his hole. Shortly after, you had both hands on his cheeks, while tonguing his hole. You were mesmerised by his scent, heady with the pleasure you got from him enjoying your ministrations. You could trace the outer muscles with the tip of your tongue, then press your tongue flat against his opening. He was relaxed enough that you could even slide inside and get a taste of where your cock was soon going to be.

You did not know how long you were eating his ass, but the end of it only neared when Peter started lubing up your cock. It started with the slow drag of his hand just to spread the liquid around, but soon enough he was edging you, while firmly planting his ass in your face, effectively preventing you from begging.

Your cock was twitching constantly by the time Peter raised his ass up. You saw him scoot forward until he could rub your cock between his cheeks. A string of pleas flowed out of your mouth like beer when you pour it for the first time in your life. You tried to touch his hips and move him onto your cock, but Peter slapped your hands away at the faintest touch. “Patience,” he reprimanded you. You groaned, but Peter was merciful or perhaps just as desperate as you. He slid down on you, reverse cowgirl style, ever so slowly. You did not know what was more maddening, the snail pace or the incredible tightness that swallowed up more and more of your cock. Peter didn’t dilly dally. As soon as he could go faster, he would be riding you faster, giving you the breathtaking sight of his ass bouncing on you. Each time it hit your skin, you could see the impact ripple through. When you reached out again, Peter allowed you to touch him and help him ride you. It was embarrassing how soon you felt your orgasm approaching. You tried to lift Peter off you to catch a break, but Peter held your hands down now, riding you like his life depended on it. “What? So soon? I knew you liked my ass, but aren’t you embarrassed?” He taunted you.

You couldn’t form the words, your mouth wide open in a silent scream as he drove you mad. Your silence was broken by a moan just as your seed started spilling out. Peter basically sat down, letting you cum deep inside him as he grinded his ass against you. It was almost too much. Your breath was ragged and hurried while Peter lifted himself off you to sit at the edge of the bed. “Holy shit,” you exclaimed after a few deep breaths, before crawling over to the other man to kiss him. It was less desperate now, but still full of tongue and desire.

“You better have at least another round in you,” Peter murmured against your lips. You smiled and ran a hand down his body to his cock, lips never leaving his. Peter gasped into your mouth as you kissed him deep, while jerking him off. You had barely gotten to speed up your movements, before Peter pushed you away with incredible strength that you would not have expected from him, before you knew about his big secret.

“Get up,” he instructed you, before dragging you in front of the foot of the bed. He scooted back and in an incredible display of flexibility, Peter pulled his legs behind his head. “Now I don’t care if you cum or not, but that cock is not gonna stop fucking me until I got my own cum in my mouth, got it?” You let out a light chuckle, bending down to kiss him again. With your lips still dancing together, you pushed the head of your cock back into Peter’s ass.

“Got it, boss.”

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[railingsofsorrow]

RAILINGSOFSORROW'S FIC RECS (0.2)

2nd part of the recommendation list from my fav fics! (i had to split in two because tumblr was being a nightmare) have it in mind that they can either be on tumblr or ao3.

the (+) means it has a smut masterlists: [0.1] [0.2]

↯

━━ OBX 

↬ little village by @thegreatestofheck (jj x routhledge!oc) 

best thing that's ever happened to me.

↬ whipped by @ptersparkers (jj x reader) 

↬ wake by @obxsummer (jj x reader) 

↬ aftermath by @maybaenk (jj x reader) 

↬ once a cheater... by @sl-ut (s.cameron x fem!kook!reader; t.thornton x platonic!reader) 

↬ lucky by @↑ (k.carrera x f!reader) 

↬ two of the same by @jjmaybud (k.carrera x f!reader) 

i, too, want to get married with kiara carrera.

↬ skin by @↑ (p.heyward x reader) 

↬ kie loves you... but you're not hers by @infictionalwonderland (k.carrera x f!reader; jj x f!reader)  

↬ angels like you by @cryonme (p.heyward x reader) 

↬ the 7 times he realises he loves you by @fandomtravels (I can't tag this acc :/ it's glitching) (r.cameron x reader) 

彡 

━━ MCU 

↬ one heart by @ichorai (tasm!single parent!p.parker x single parent! x reader) (major angst!) 

ok so I stumbled upon this while I was in class and I was bored so I thought let's give it a go until I get to go home. terrible idea because I was holding my cries, can you believe it? this fic stole my heart and it's so well-written, I don't think there's anything like it, it talks about loss and grieving in the most realistic way possible, I almost felt inserted into the story. plz go read it it will be so worth it.

↬ on thin ice by @leahsficemporium (peter parker x reader)

learning how to skate with peter <3

↬ like slow-slipping redemption by artist_artists (ao3) (tasm!p.parker × male mj) 

I don't understand how this one doesn't have more recognition. I was craving for a bi!peter fic and I found it's the best piece of work I've read, it played with my emotions and left me of the edge of my seat. it's set on a post-no way home universe and it features tasm!peter x male mj. it's a happy ending!!! plus it's not long, only 3 chapters.

↬ getting old by @kiss-inthekitchen (husband!tasm!p.parker x reader)  

↬ peter parker can't flirt by @curseofaphrodite (tasm!p.parker x marauder!reader)

it's a crossover btw marauders era + the amazing spiderman universe.

彡

━━ TVD/T.O 

↬ apotheosis by atriums (klaus mikaelson x reader) 

it's finished and it has a sequel called alkaline.

↬ familia supra omnia by IAMiniquity (poly!mikaelsons x oc) (currently being updated) 

the best thing I've read in the originals universe, spent less than month reading it and I keep craving for more.

↬ treading on thin ice by @fitzs-trained-monkey (kol mikaelson x reader)

they write the best kol fics istg.  

↬ wasteland, baby! by trustsalvatore (kol mikaelson x oc) 

incomplete since 2020 :(((

彡

↬ coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck (azriel x reader) (series)

━━ MISC 

↬ troublemaker by @itsapeterthing (druig x avenger!reader)  

I will tell you one thing: I wasn't into a court of thorns and roses until I stumbled upon this one. yk when the writing grips you and chains you in a way that you can't leave? that's what happened to me. I was so addicted I read this whole series in three days at most. then I proceeded to read all of their work, you should do the same, you won't regret it it's so good. 

↬ resident healer by @15-dogs (newt scamander x reader)  

↬ no one knows by @pillow-titties (billy russo x reader) +

↬ no one knows p.2 by @↑ + 

↬ by your side by @alaynes-writings (paul atreides x reader)  

↬ stormy nights by @marvelmusing (aleksander mozorova x reader)  

[bees-writting]

HIIII- I’m Bee, he/him pronouns and I write for funsies, feel free to ask me anything that doesn’t disrespect the guidelines :)

Here’s the masterlist, it will stay updated : MASTERLIST

This will be updated as I see fit

Here’s the writting run down yall

Don’ts

Smut

Homophobia (may be written for storyline purposes but don’t blatantly request it bc you don’t like the gays)

Transphobia (same as above)

Racism (same as above)

Irl serial killers (I knew a girl don’t ask)

Illegal sexual stuff (I’ll write stealing and shit but not the nasty bad stuff like that yk)

No discrimination

No actors themselves (sorry it makes me uncomfy, but you can do characters, or characters played by a specific actor)

No OCs written by other people (I may write one of my OCs occasionally)

I refuse to straightify gay characters (I write mostly mxm anyways, I will gayify straight characters- might be controversial but idc)

No like little minors if that makes sense- like no young Percy Jackson but like teens I’ll write for since most characters are teens

Dos

Yandere

MaleXMale

MaleXFemale (Occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

FemaleXFemale (occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

Gay characters- (like me)

Trans characters (also like me)

AUs (depending on the AU)

Poly (depending on the characters)

Idk request it and I’ll let you know ig

That’s the basic guidelines both for writting and in general, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

Here are some current characters I’m willing to write for! - if you want someone from another fandom or a unlisted character feel free to ask if I’ll add them to my list!

Harry Potter Universe

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Barry Crouch Jr (PLEASE I LOVE HIM)

Evan Rosier

Sirius Black

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Young Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle Jr

Matteo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Teddy Lupin

Newt Scammander

Marvel/X-Men

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland- I have a Vendetta against Mr. Maguire)

Harry Osborne (TASM 2, AND PLEASE I BEG REQUEST HIM I LOVE HIM AHHH)

Loki

The Winter Soldier

Thor

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Hawkeye

Black widow

Peter Maximoff

Young Charles Xavier

Wolverine

Beast

Mystique

There are so many of them so if the person isn’t listed just ask if I’ll do them and I’ll let you know

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Ruby(Red riding hood)

Heracles

Peter Pan(but not canon like not the whole weird family thing they’ve got goin on)

Mulan

Tinker bell

Jekyll and Hyde

Jefferson

August

Ingrid

Knave of hearts

Once Upon A Time (Wonderland)

Knave of hearts

Red Queen

Cyrus

Alice

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson- teen version

Nico Di Angelo

Luke Castellian

Leo Valdez

Annabeth Chase

Clarisse La Rue

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Malark

Johanna Mason

Lucy Gray

Sejanus Plinth

Effie Trincket

Haymitch Abbernathy(?)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda

Amity Blight (only fem.)

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne (only platonic she’s AroAce)

Raine Whispers

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Gus Porter

Willow

Hunter

Darius

Night At The Museum

Jed

Octavius

Ahkmenrah

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Hartley Rathaway (Male only)

School Bus Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Ashlyn

Logan

Tyler

Taylor

Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer Morningstar

Angel Dust

Alastor(Platonic)

Charlie Morningstar

Sir Pentious

Adam

Vox

Velvette

Rosie

Misc.

Five Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Klaus Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or from Wonka)

Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

Gabriel Boutin (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Nathan Byrn (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

[prpfs]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays with a big desire for Daredevil at the moment (note: I'm in the process of watching that show and am almost finished with season 2). ⭐️

I can write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to plot on Tumblr but, if that's a no-go for you, we can move over to Discord sooner. I write in third person, past tense. My usual length is 2-4 paragraphs. Sometimes more. Rarely less. It all depends on how much I have to work with. I can't guarantee daily replies because I work full-time during the week. My usual response time is ~2-3 days. I like communicative writing partners. That means, when we're plotting, I'd like to hear back within 2-3 days so plotting doesn't take weeks to do. When writing, I'm fine with as little as one reply a week. Ideal wait time, though, is no more than 3-5 days. If it's going to take you longer to get back to me, please let me know. I'll do the same.

I'm mostly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM or MxF). I might be talked into some canon x OC ones (MxM only). I like canon or canon divergent plots the most or straying off the path with our own unique plots that still fit well within the Marvel universe. I lean towards romantic ships and writing smut. Those aren't requirements, however. If we keep things clean, I'm okay with writing with 18+. If you'd like smut, please be 21+.

All characters will be 18+!

I'll be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as (there are more I can write) and some of my favorite ships. I'm open to discussing others.

For the ships: Bold = I'd like to write as that character ; Italics = I have a slight preference for that character ; Nothing = No preference

My Muses:

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Harry Osborn (James or Dane's versions)

Helmut Zemo

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers/Cable

Norman Osborn (Dafoe!Norman only)

Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only)

Tony Masters/Taskmaster

Tony Stark

Vladimir Ranskahov

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

My Favorite Ships:

Bruce x Loki

Bruce x Tony

Bruce x Thor

Bruce x Natasha

Bucky x Zemo

Bucky x Steve

Eddie x Andrew!Peter

Eddie x Wade

Eddie x Venom

Frank x Matt

Frank x Karen

James!Harry x Tobey!Peter

Dane!Harry x Andrew!Peter

Loki x Taskmaster

Loki x Wade

Loki x Mobius

Loki x Thor

Matt x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Taskmaster

Matt x Wade

Matt x Vladimir

Matt x Foggy

Matt x Wade x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Elektra

Cable x Wade

Norman x Otto

Andrew!Peter x Taskmaster

Andrew!Peter x Wade

Andrew!Peter x Tobey!Peter

Andrew!Peter x Gwen

Andrew!Peter x the male MJ Andrew wanted if TASM 3 had happened

Taskmaster x Wade

Taskmaster x Sandi

Taskmaster x Eric

Tony x Tom!Peter

Tony x Strange

Tony x Pepper

Wade x Logan/Wolverine

Wade x Dopinder

Wade x Weasel

Wade x Vanessa

Yon-Rogg x Carol

If interested in working something out, please like this and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Please only like this if you intend on getting back to me!!!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[findroleplay]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays with a big desire for Daredevil at the moment (note: I'm in the process of watching that show and am almost finished with season 2).

I can write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to plot on Tumblr but, if that's a no-go for you, we can move over to Discord sooner. I write in third person, past tense. My usual length is 2-4 paragraphs. Sometimes more. Rarely less. It all depends on how much I have to work with. I can't guarantee daily replies because I work full-time during the week. My usual response time is ~2-3 days. I like communicative writing partners. That means, when we're plotting, I'd like to hear back within 2-3 days so plotting doesn't take weeks to do. When writing, I'm fine with as little as one reply a week. Ideal wait time, though, is no more than 3-5 days. If it's going to take you longer to get back to me, please let me know. I'll do the same.

I'm mostly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM or MxF). I might be talked into some canon x OC ones (MxM only). I like canon or canon divergent plots the most or straying off the path with our own unique plots that still fit well within the Marvel universe. I lean towards romantic ships and writing smut. Those aren't requirements, however. If we keep things clean, I'm okay with writing with 18+. If you'd like smut, please be 21+.

All characters will be 18+!

I'll be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as (there are more I can write) and some of my favorite ships. I'm open to discussing others.

For the ships: Bold = I'd like to write as that character ; Italics = I have a slight preference for that character ; Nothing = No preference

My Muses:

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Harry Osborn (James or Dane's versions)

Helmut Zemo

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers/Cable

Norman Osborn (Dafoe!Norman only)

Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only)

Tony Masters/Taskmaster

Tony Stark

Vladimir Ranskahov

Wade Wilson

Yon-Rogg

My Favorite Ships:

Bruce x Loki

Bruce x Tony

Bruce x Thor

Bruce x Natasha

Bucky x Zemo

Bucky x Steve

Eddie x Andrew!Peter

Eddie x Wade

Eddie x Venom

Frank x Matt

Frank x Karen

James!Harry x Tobey!Peter

Dane!Harry x Andrew!Peter

Loki x Taskmaster

Loki x Wade

Loki x Mobius

Loki x Thor

Matt x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Taskmaster

Matt x Wade

Matt x Vladimir

Matt x Foggy

Matt x Wade x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Elektra

Cable x Wade

Norman x Otto

Andrew!Peter x Taskmaster

Andrew!Peter x Wade

Andrew!Peter x Tobey!Peter

Andrew!Peter x Gwen

Andrew!Peter x the male MJ Andrew wanted if TASM 3 had happened

Taskmaster x Wade

Taskmaster x Sandi

Taskmaster x Eric

Tony x Tom!Peter

Tony x Strange

Tony x Pepper

Wade x Logan/Wolverine

Wade x Dopinder

Wade x Weasel

Wade x Vanessa

Yon-Rogg x Carol

If interested in working something out, please like this and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Please only like this if you intend on getting back to me!!!

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[kumezyzo]

tasm!Peter Parker x OC | Chp.1 Chp.2 Chp.3 Chapter 4 m.list

description... Peter Parker and Alina (AJ) Brock (Daughter of Eddie Brock) have been best friends for years since they could remember. She can tell when he's lying or hiding something. He can tell when she's lying or hiding something. And their senior year of highshool is full of secrets and hiding: Peter becomes Spiderman, AJ's dad finds out something more dangerous than he thought he would about Carlton Drake, and the third person to their childhood trio comes back after 8 years.

cw/tw.... unrequited love, self-doubt, banter, silent pining, peter being a dumbass, lowkey bad descriptions...

When we walked into my dads apartment, Peter b-lined it to the couch. I closed the front door behind me and walked to my room quickly. We had made it a plan to get here early, but us being us, we missed the train. We got to the apartments at one, and the internship meeting is at 2:30 pm.

I didn't know what to grab at first. I just looked around at my room absent-mindedly. Then I walked to my dresser and started pulling out the clothes I would need. And I remembered what my dad used to tell me when we traveled. More underwear than shirts, more shirts than pants if they were good ones. Simple.

"Hey, Peter?" I called out, looking at the closed folding doors of my closet. I heard a hum from down the hallway and I thought a little longer.

"What?" He yelled back. Then I heard a sigh with the sound of footsteps following shortly after. "What?"

I turned to him silently, looking at him, then my closet again. His face slowly grew more concerned. His eyes darted to the closet too, nodding at me as if to ask, 'What's up?' .

"How much of my clothes are at your house?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible, keeping my eyes on the closet.

"Umm…" Peter trailed off curiously. "I think I have like two pairs of jeans and a hoodie."

I nodded steadily, my heart starting to beat harder in my ears. "That's it?" I looked at him. He nodded as I walked to the closet slowly. Then I felt his hand grab my elbow. He shook his head, and he walked to the closet instead.

He slid open the right door. Nothing but jackets, dresses, and hoodies hung up on the rack. I let out a sigh of relief and staggered over to Peter. I shook my head as I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He promptly hugged me back, tightly wrapping his arms around me.

"What's going on, AJ?" He asked quietly as he rubbed my back. I stayed silent and just shrugged. "You're on edge. What's up?"

"I'm always on edge," I laughed nervously. He pulled out of the hug, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"No, not like this," he said, looking down into my eyes softly. "C'mon, talk to me, Alina."

I swallowed hard, his big brown eyes making my heart flutter. "My dad sounded worried. Like… really worried," I explained. He nodded encouragingly, his eyes darting around my face. "He said he'd call me later today but… I dunno, something was off."

Peter nodded thoughtfully. "And you think it's strange he asked for you to stay with us," he concluded. I nodded, feeling so small under him like this. I wasn't short, but with him, like this… it made me feel so small. "I'm sure he's paranoid. It runs in the family."

I let out a breathy laugh. "Guess you and I do you have something in common after all," I joked, taking his hands off of me and turning around to grab the small suitcase from my closet.

I walked over to the foot of my bed and laid the suitcase on the floor. "I think we had a lot in common," Peter said, coming over to sit at the foot of my bed.

I scoffed, sitting down on the floor with the suitcase, "5'11, white male, skateboards-"

"You make me sound like every other teenage delinquent," Peter laughed, watching me strategically put things into the suitcase. I just grinned up at him. "What about you? 5'6-"

"5'7," I corrected, looking at him pointedly.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "5'7… half-latina, sarcastic ass, and best-friend of the aforementioned delinquent."

I snorted before I got up and walked over to my closet again. This time, I bent over to grab a pair of Vans that looked very lived in. I looked at the worn outsoles warily. I turned and showed them to Peter who just stared at me strangely.

"Take, yes or no?" I asked, examining the heels of the shoes. I scrunched my nose when I realized the bottom of the shoes had no real wear pattern anymore.

"What happened to the new pair you just got?" He asked me, his face mirroring my own expression. I lifted my foot to show him the pair almost identical to the ones in my hand. "Get the Converse."

I rolled my eyes and spun back around to set down the Vans and pick up the pair of classic Converse. Peter had gotten them for my birthday last year, but I barely wore them. They felt too hard to break in. But they looked almost exactly like his, just less worn.

"I think that's everything then."

Peter left after he made sure I secured the suitcase to the back of the bike. He needed to catch the train and I needed a moment to collect myself before riding the glorified mode of transportation again.

It had been too long since the last time I drove it. Months maybe. At least since I got the license right after my birthday. I was shitting bricks the whole process. But I passed with flying colours.

Now, actually going wasn't the issue, it was feeling like I wasn't going to get pulled over every time I saw a cop. And in New York, that was every street. In traffic, on a busy street, on a non-busy street. Everywhere.

But then, I got a hang of it again. And all I could think about was the cold air on my body. The wind blowing past my face and making my clothes blow back. My muscle memory kicked in, I knew where I was going. And it was like I was flying.

It felt like the first time I even got on a bike. I was finally old enough to reach the foot-pegs and my dad immediately bought me a helmet. He was so excited and I was too. I'd seen him do it for so long and I just wanted to be like him.

That day, I truly felt like I was flying. Like nothing else mattered except going fast and not falling off. Which I had managed to do with the help of my dad. Except the one difference then is that there's an actual purpose to riding the bike, not just for the license or to learn. I finally knew how and I had the freedom to do what I wanted.

But, I went home. Peter's home. My second home.

I was sitting in Peter's bed, absent-mindedly going over physics notes. "Ohm's law… kinetic energy formula… frequency…" I smiled to myself before whispering, "Yeah! Science!"

I sighed and closed the binder, setting it aside to lay down on his bed. I never usually lay in Peter's bed. Strangely enough, I felt a little weird doing it. He never had a problem with it, sometimes even asking if I wanted to sleep in his bed instead of on the small inflatable mattress.

I can only recall doing it twice, once as a kid when we were really young. Back when Harry Osborn was still allowed to spend time with us. But then I felt like it was too weird, waking up with them on Peter's flood. The other time was when my mother had finally bailed on us, and I realized she wasn't coming back.

It was 8th grade. My mother had never really been in the picture after my 6th birthday, visiting when she needed to but never staying for an award ceremony or the holidays. So, when she stopped answering my calls on holidays, then weekends. Then when I called her on my birthday and she failed to answer again, I realized she didn't care anymore. She had left for Italy with her new boyfriend and forgot about me.

I had spent that birthday weekend with Peter calling and calling. I was hoping she would pick up. But she didn't. So, I cried to Peter. He just held me and let me cry it out. I ended up falling asleep in his arms in his bed. Maybe it was too much for an 8th grader like Peter to handle, but it brought it closer. Harry had just left a few years prior, and we were still shaken up about it. Now, looking up at the ceiling, it looked the same as years passed. Not that a ceiling could even change much. But it really hadn't.

Neither had Peter, aside from the physical aspect. He had gotten better at articulating words and finding what was best to say in a situation. And he had very particularly never gotten better at calling when he was going to be late or even to inform where he was.

The number of hours I've spent waiting for him over the years was an embarrassing amount. But I was alright with waiting. Even as he came into the house loudly by slamming the door closed.

I got out of the bed quickly, hearing him greet Aunt May and Uncle Ben downstairs. I shuffled out of his room and went down the stairs. When I rounded the corner and stepped in closer to the dining room, I saw Peter holding something in front of May's face.

She looked behind Peter at me with a shocked expression. "That's a fly, Peter," She told him as he turned to look at it in his hands.

It was like he snapped out of a trance when he let go of it, shaking his hand strangely. "Yeah…" He muttered, watching it fly around before looking back at May. "I'm so sorry… I kept you guys up." He turned to look at me, nodding with his words. "I'm insensitive. I'm Irresponsible… and I'm hungry."

He leaned down and gave May an aggressive kiss on the cheek, handing her half of his broken skateboard. He then b-lined it to the fridge. I stepped closer and watched with Ben and May as he grabbed a plate of May's meatloaf.

My eyes widened when he unwrapped the plastic wrap and took a large bite of the meatloaf. He moaned at the taste and leaned against the fridge as if it were the best thing in the world.

"Drinking?" May asked us. Ben and I shook our heads. I heard Peter mumble a 'What is this?' as he slowly realized what he was eating.

"This is your meat loaf!" He muffled out. "This beats all other meatloafs!"

"Something is very wrong," May said as she hugged the skateboard to her body. I nodded as Peter started stacking more tupperwares onto the plate of meatloaf.

"Yeah," Ben started slowly. Peter started grabbing things from the freezer now. "Nobody likes your meatloaf."

May deadpanned and turned to glare at her husband. "Okayyy, Pete," I said, walking over to help him as he shut the fridge. "Let's go to bed."

"Mhm…" He hummed, letting the freezer door close behind him. He slowly walked towards me, his eyes glancing over my body for a second. I grabbed the other half of the skateboard from May.

Just as Peter walked past Ben and May, the tupperware of The Macaroni and Cheese tumbled down. It slotted itself into the crease of his elbow just as May went to reach for it.

"I got it," he said simply, slowly stepping towards the stairs as he kept his eyes in the direction of Ben and May.

I sighed and grabbed the tupperware, roughly setting it on the dining table. "Throw that away." I told the two of them pointedly.

"Are those new?" Peter asked as he continued to walk towards the stairs, inciting me to look down at the shorts I was wearing. They were short, sleep shorts that I hadn't worn around Peter yet.

"Um… no?" I waved to Ben and May as I slowly followed him up the stairs. Making sure nothing fell out of his arms.

"Huh…" he huffed breathily. He glanced behind himself to look at me. "They're nice."

"Thanks?" I said more as a question. Peter shuffled into his bedroom, setting down the food messily on his desk. He looked around for a second and huffed again.

"I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom…"

yeah, idk. its not what people in my inbox have asked for... but its something 😭😭 -nony

[merpiplier]

It’s a Strange way of Saying that I Know...

Summary: Peter 3 gets back to his own universe and immediately looks into what’s changed; a lot has, some stayed the same, and around the corner Peter finds his new beginning, his older variants words ringing in his head.

Warnings: angst (I mean, it’s tasm peter, there’s gotta be angst), coffee shop au? as a warning?, probably ooc, basically 2 bi-disasters meet and fall in love in the most cliche way ever

Peter sighed as he stood up, groaning as he stretched and glanced around down the alley he’d gotten dropped back into. He was back home, well… his version of home.

His body ached all over, the fight with five of the various Spider-Men’s villains leaving him bruised and beaten. But… relieved, at the same time.

After 6 years… he knows now how he could’ve saved her…

The thought made his eyes sting.

Footsteps started getting closer, and Peter felt a jolt of panic for a moment as he pulled his mask on. He stayed still as possible as a woman walked by, bundled in a thick coat and scarf rushed by, cussing about being late. He sagged with relief and looked up, zipping to the roof of the building nearby.

He had to get home, get his stuff, see what’s changed if anything.

He hoped they’d changed things.

5:08 AM found Peter Parker at his apartment, going through his old texts, voice mails, reading through articles to piece together how their efforts in the other universe had changed his own.

No Lizard. No Electro. Dr. Connor’s was still at Oscorp, with no ambitions to bring New York to the next step in human evolution. Max Dillon was still an electrical engineer as well. Harry…

Well… Not everything changed.

Gwen was still gone, and nobody but Harry or his past self could know exactly what happened. And Harry had been killed much like the Green Goblin from his older variant’s universe.

“I knew it was too good to be true…” Peter muttered, wiping at his eyes. He’d hoped that that would’ve changed. Even if they weren’t together, or didn’t talk anymore, at least she’d be alive… He’d hoped so much for it.

Rubbing a hand harshly down his face, Peter slapped his laptop shut, threw his phone on his messy desk and proceeded to face plant into his bed. He was emotionally, physically and mentally drained after all that. His New York could get by without Spider-Man for at least 4 hours.

9 am, and Peter was packing his suit into his backpack, with the slim hope that he could wash it before he actually had to use it again, and running out the door to get to work. He had thought about trying to get a position as an intern at Oscorp or something, a long time before he’d found all the videos and clues left behind by his dad, and with every one working there becoming some form of super-villain… probably not the best idea.

Instead, Peter had to run to the coffee shop closest to the Daily Bugle, so he could get everyone’s orders to them as quick as possible, and hopefully he could sell some of his pictures so he could actually pay rent in time this week.

With a huff, bundling himself up in his coat, Peter ducked inside the cafe, shivering slightly from the biting wind. He glanced up and sagged at the sight of the line. Great. 

Peter bounced his leg as he waited, glancing around the shop to see if it looked any different. Maybe a bit? Honestly, he’d been getting so little sleep lately it was a surprise he could remember anything at this point.

He remembered the older version of himself in the other universe, frowning slightly. He should’ve asked his age, seen how long it’d take before his life might finally come together. It sounded like he at least was in a much better head space than he was. Peter was, for lack of a better term, a complete fucking wreck, on a good day.

“Uh, guy, you ready?”

Peter blinked, coming back to the present to find-

Oh.

Oh holy hell.

“Um…” Big brown eyes stared at Peter, glancing past him then back. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Peter swallowed. “Uh, fine, I’m, yeah, I’m good.”

“Cool.” A beat, as the employee glanced down again, then arched a dark brow. “You… gonna order?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Peter cursed under his breath, pulling his phone out so he could list all the things he needed for the office, once he was done he looked back up to the man in front of him, watching dark hair with a red ombre fall in his face as he tapped on the tablet in front of him, his jaw dusted with stubble and his voice smooth like a perfect latte as he spoke again.

“That everything?” A wordless nod as Peter continued to stare. The man grinned and Peter melted. “Name?”

“Parker. Oh, uh, Peter. Peter Parker.”

The man nodded, looking back up. “We’ll call you when you’re ready.”

“Cool.”

A beat, before Peter felt an elbow in his back and he jolted, stepping out of the line, but continuing to watch the man work behind the counter. Eventually another employee came to take his place, and he disappeared into the back. Peter felt himself deflate in disappointment, and he sighed, pulling out his phone to message Jameson he’ll be running a bit late.

“Peter Parker?” His phone went off at the same time as that smooth voice called out into the cafe.

Peter quickly pocketed his phone and smiled as he walked up to the counter. “Yes?”

The man nodded to a triple layer of drinks and carriers. “Your drinks.”

“Thanks.” Peter glanced down to the man’s lapel, and froze. “M-M.J…”

Oh my god. Was this… did he have an MJ too?! 

“You’re welcome, Mr. Parker.”

Peter swallowed, looking up again. “Uh, Peter. Peter is fine.” He grinned, probably a little manically, his mind running a million miles an hour. “I’ll see you around.”

MJ nodded slowly, waving before he turned to go back into the back. Peter had to resist the urge to skip out of the cafe. He carefully scooped up the carriers and walked out, grinning like a complete idiot. Maybe this week wasn’t so bad.

First he got to travel between dimensions and find out that all the things he thought were impossible were possible, met a wizard, and his other selves, and cured Connors and Max. Then he met someone who could possibly be his MJ. Does that mean soulmates are real, too? Cause if MJ was a constant across the universe like that then… well, they had to be, right?

Now, was he ready for that? 

Peter slowed, his smile fading slightly. He missed Gwen, more and more ever single day, impossibly so. There wasn’t a day he didn’t think about her and regret ever letting her get mixed up with him. But… she wouldn’t want him to just mope about for the rest of his life.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Peter blinked, then cursed when he realized he’d walked three blocks passed the Daily Bugle. He spun around, carefully re-balancing the drinks and jogged back, preparing himself to face Jameson’s wrath.

[mitraavrs]

MJ weds Peter

yes, its a south indian wedding because mj is south indian in my fic because im south indian , kerala weddings are beautiful <3

[alexs-playground]

░Welcome to alexs-playground░

Please read these before you request.

Who I write for

I will write for Male or x Gender Neutral readers. There are enough writers who write for fem readers and that I am a writer who identifies as a demiboy want to write about male and gender-neutral things.

FtM readers are very much welcome, and I will gladly take request for you guys.

What I write

I write angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, and gore. When requesting I do I ask that you specify what kind of genre you wish for as it makes it easier on my writing flow, so I am aware of how to write a scenario.

I will absolutely never write anything that would involve romanticizing or sexualizing mental illness. I also don't write for OC's or at least not for requests and my commissions are not open yet, nor do I write character x character I only write for other readers and myself.

Another big no is any requests including 'dark fic' content including but not limited to dub con, non con, sominophilia, pedophilia, yandere content, or detailed r@pe scenarios.

Characters I write for

Peter Parker (MCU and TASM)

Eddie Munson

Hobie Brown

Peter Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Miguel O’Hara

Adrian Chase

Stu Macher

Kaveh

Simon “Ghost” Riley

König

[blondsauduun-reads]

The Almighty Masterlist

Okay so like 99% of the fics are not mine, so I’ll credit the writer too (and you can go check their work out, because some of these are GOLDEN). And I will be linking my fav fics here because I’ve got 200 fics on here as of now (but all other fics are tagged with the character that they’re about so you can find them and read them).And they will be in chronological order of reblog, because I’m lazy, mostly. All these are character x reader/oc self-inserts.

If you read any of the fics below, make sure to like and reblog them and show the writer your support with a comment, doesn’t matter if it’s a simple I love this! Or something more elaborate and personal, it does make a difference.

Edit: since Reggie from JATP had officially a last name, the fics which I reblogged until the 9th of December will be tagged as jatp reggie, but all the ones I reblog from now on will be tagged as reggie peters.

TAGLIST HERE

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My requests are always open, but I only write with OCs (of the person who’s requested it) and X Reader. Fem!Reader, Male!Reader and Gender-Neutral/NB!Reader are all welcome. I don’t write non-con, p*dophilia or z*ophilia.

My Fics:

JATP - Reggie - We’re The Revolution That’s Been Singing In The Rain

JATP - Juke - Really Something

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EDIT: tumblr doesn’t allow more than 50 tags so the continuation of my recommendations will be linked

HERE. Or SCROLL DOWN to see the reblog directly <3

Personal Faves:

Special Mention to my bestie’s @heliads masterlist because all her work is amazing * edit. Somehow most of her links don’t work so if you want to read them just visit her masterlist linked above! She has it all perfectly organized and is great, definitely worth checking out!

MLWTWB - Alex Walter - Drunken Make Outs - @mattybstqrn

MLWTWB - Alex Walter - I’m Yours - @julieloves074

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson - she’s the devil in disguise - @letterstotheflre

Zombies - Zed Necrodopolis - Team Player - @heliads *see pink above for link

TW - Brett Talbot - The Bite - @heliads *see pink above for link

Marvel/TASM - Peter Parker - The Two Of Us - @/heliads *see pink above for link

MCU - Avengers - Kiddo - @redstarwriting

DC - Harley Quinn - Cherry Soda - @sapphicwhxre

HP - James Potter - Truth and Declare - by fave @heliads *see pink above for link

SaB - The Darkling - Time Can Heal (But This Won’t) - by bestie @heliads *see pink above for link

SaB - Jesper - Guns Blazing, Tides Rising (+part 2 +3 +4 +5) - @heliads *see pink above for link

TW - Brett Talbot - The Spring Break Lie - @heliads *see pink above for link

MCU - Bucky - First Glance - @royalwildswriting

SPN - Dean - The Hunter With The Dragon Tattoo - @watermelonlipstick

AiB - Arisu - Gaming - Part Two - @koreaweeb​ 

JATP - Juke - in his arms - @unsaidnessa

AiB - Chishiya - Marionette - @koreaweeb​ (there’s parts, this is the masterlist and this is my fav chapter and these are the reasons why)

AiB - Chishiya - Red Strings - @koreaweeb (second story to Marionette)

Hannibal - Will Graham - Lonely - @gunpowder-and-smoke​

Hannibal - Will Graham - Gradually - @darling-i-read-it​

Hannibal - Will Graham - Sparring - @darling-i-read-it​

Hannibal - Will Graham - Lost Time   - @darling-i-read-it

JATP - Luke - Shirtless - @littlemissaddict​

JATP - Reggie - About Love - @darlingsteveharrington

JATP - Reggie - Eyeliner - @julies-molina

JATP - Reggie - Little Miss Perfect - @unholyobsessions

JATP - Reggie - The Perfect Christmas - @calamitykaty

JATP - Reggie - Perfectly Entwined - @thefandomimaginesandwritingblog

JATP - Reggie - A Moment In Time - @calamitykaty

JATP – Reggie – Who Are You?  - @himoonlight (this is the first part and the other parts are here: 2 - 3 - 4

JATP – Julie Molina – My Captain - @n0wornever (there’s also a second part to this and its this )

JATP – Reggie – Second Chances  - @pythagothug (also multiple parts but are linked in the og post)

JATP – Reggie – Swedish Hologram Crush - @jaskiers-sweetkiss

JATP - Reggie – Dinner Gal  - @nooneactuallyasked (that’s part 1 there’s at least 4)

JATP – Reggie – Marker Messages - @carnationcreation

JATP - Reggie – The Four Times They Almost Got Caught (And The One Time They Were) - @carnationcreation

JATP - Reggie - Akai Ito  - @intoanothermind

JATP - Reggie – Embarrassing Encounters - @billboardofbrokendreams

JATP – Reggie – Unsteady Hands  - @sunsetgillespie (this is like, one of my most treasured fics of all time.)

Teen Wolf – Theo Raeken – Back From Hell  - @xplrreylo

JATP – Reggie – Leather Jacket  - @xplrreylo

Obey Me! – Mammon – Bangin’ Birthday  - @mammor0n

FBAWTFT – Newt Scamander – Not That Dress - @12tardis (there’s i think two more fics by this person, one with a jumper(? And one with a shirt(? Make sure to check ‘em out too!)

TO x SPN – Elijah Mikaelson – Funny-Man  - @zodiyack

TO - Klaus Mikaelson – Every King Needs An Heir  - @zodiyack (i think two parts?)

TVD – Kai Parker -  Lunchtime Sabotage - @zodiyack

TO - Kol Mikaelson – Trusting You To Trust Yourself  - @zodiyack

OBX - JJ Maybank – Study Sessions  - @ptersparkers (7 chapters of pure smut)

[merpiplier]

It’s a Strange way of Saying that I Know... | pt 2

Summary:  Spider-Man bumps into MJ again, quite literally, and Peter and MJ have a talk about nerdy things before MJ asks Peter out... platonically, of course. Or, maybe not?

Warnings: they’re both giant nerds so, uh, nerd talk? dnd? is that a warning?

Peter slammed into the wall with a groan, practically peeling off of it in his daze before he recovered and just barely stopped himself from splattering against the sidewalk below. He grit his teeth as he swung onto the building closest, stumbling for a moment as everything shook with a massive crash and the creaking of metal. You'd think Rhino would've learned his lesson from last time, but noooo. Of course he had to break out to try to steal materials from Oscorp, why wouldn't he?

Now... how to stop him so he didn't do too much damage...

After a couple seconds thought, Peter swung down, yelling to bring the Rhino's attention to him. “Yo, Aleks!” He waved as the suit turned toward him, he could almost hear Aleksei frothing at the mouth at the sight of him. “Aw, did you miss me that much you had to break out? You know I'd come visit you anytime you want, you just gotta ask!”

“Spider!” Rhino bellowed, his guns on his shoulder gearing up to fire, crouching down ready to ram into Peter again. “You should stay down!”

Peter eyed the guns cautiously as Aleksei went on, rambling on and on about crushing and maiming and beating him. Same old Aleksei. “You know, you'd think the time in prison would give you the chance to come up with more material, Aleks.” He braced as the guns started firing, throwing out a massive, thick layer of webbing to catch all the bullets before they could hit anyone or anything. Then he swung up, firing more of the thicker webbing into the turrets and launchers on the suit.

With a final swing, he grabbed a manhole cover before he went into freefall, swinging the heavy metal for the glass window of the mech to break it open, before he webbed Aleksei to the wall of the mech with the thicker, less pliable webbing, making him lose any semblance of control of the machine. He dragged the cover back into place and saluted to the police officers waiting before he started swinging off again.

He got 2 blocks away before he could hear the chamber in his webshooters click, signaling the end of the cartridge. Oh, goody.

Peter looked down, then up, and flailed for a moment before he started freefalling.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He tried to find something, anything he could grab onto before he hit the ground. He might not die, but he did not feel like healing up whatever broken bones he'd get from this.

He heard a gasp, a clatter, then felt something heavy slam into his side, stopping his downward momentum and sending him sprawling into the wall relatively unharmed.

“Dammit...” He heard a groan and felt himself tense. “And that's why you're not a superhero, Miles. Fuck.”

Peter slowly turned his head to find... the barista, from before, MJ... oh dammit.

“U-uh.” He jumped up to his feet, offering MJ, or Miles, apparently, a hand up. “A-are, are you okay?”

MJ nodded, grimacing. “I think my phone's more damaged than I am. And you?”

“F-fine.” Peter swallowed, glancing down the alleyway. “Uh, why, why'd you help me?”

MJ huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, like anyone would willingly let Spider-Man get hurt, sure.” He scooped up his broken phone with a sigh. “Why were you falling in the first place? Your whole thing is, you know, not falling.”

“I...” He shrugged. “Ran out.”

MJ stared for a couple seconds, trying to decipher what that could possibly mean, before he let out a soft gasp and nodded. “Oh, I guess that is a little silly to expect that you could like... just make those webs naturally, huh?”

Not... entirely. “Y-yeah.”

MJ then felt his phone vibrate, looking down at the cracked screen with a curse. “Ah, shit, listen, I gotta get home, it was so cool meeting you.”

“I can walk you home.” The words were out of Peter's mouth before he could think. Brown eyes glanced to him, before MJ smiled wide, and Peter's breath was knocked out of his lungs by just how pretty he was.

“That'd... be really nice. Yeah, if it's not too much trouble.”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded, smiling behind the mask. “Yeah, yeah no trouble. Schedule is... all clear.”

“Cool.” MJ nodded down the street. “I'm this way, then.”

They walked for a while in silence, before Peter couldn't help himself but to start rambling. “So, uh, what's waiting for you back home? Any, uh, girlfriend or anything? Or could be a boyfriend. I dunno, whatever.” Oh god, please.

MJ laughed. “I'm flattered but, no, nobody. I just have to finish something for tonight. I guess I don't have to but... I want to get it done.” MJ rubbed at the back of his neck. “I, haven't really told anyone else this but... I've been working on this project for the last year, a painting that I want to finish before the year ends and... see if I can sell it. You know, as proof that the last year of my life and all my free time wasn't for nothing.” MJ glanced over, looking embarrassed. “Does... that make sense?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it. You don't want all your efforts to go to waste. But, you know, just being able to sell your work doesn't measure your worth for it. It's nice, but at the end of the day a lot of artistic ventures are... marketing, you know.”

MJ nodded thoughtfully. “I know, I understand that.” He shrugged. “Like you said, it'd be nice. And acknowledgment is also a nice added bonus. Oh.” MJ paused, turning fully to face him, and Peter felt his heart thump in his chest. “I guess a lot of people don't tell you this but, thanks for keeping us all safe. I know it's probably pretty hard on you.”

“O-oh.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, he almost forgot he was in the suit. “Yeah, but I mean... someone's gotta, right?”

“Right.” MJ grinned, continuing on. “You know something weird... you sound so familiar...”

Shit! “Oh, huh, that's super weird. I definitely have never met you before ever. Or maybe I have, maybe you heard me one of the, uh, fights.” He swallowed, he had no idea what he could even reference. After the trip back, he knew that the fight with Lizard and Electro didn't happen in this timeline and universe anymore so... who the hell has he even fought in the past?!

“Maybe...” MJ hummed. “I think I saw you fighting Vulture once.”

Who the hell was Vulture?

“Oh, yeah, that's totally it. Has to be.” Peter cleared his throat. “Kay, so, uh, how far ‘til your place. Oh, that... didn't come out right. I just... I mean.”

Miles laughed again, waving him off. “You're fine. This is actually me here.”

Peter looked up and had to resist his jaw actually dropping. You're telling him, that this man had been living in the same building as him, this entire time?!

Miles gave a shy little wave, making Peter's heart go crazy in his chest. “I'll see you around, Spidey.”

He automatically gave a gave back, then sagged as Miles entered the cramped, falling apart lobby.

“What the fuuuuck.” He muttered under his breath, going around the edge of the building to climb the fire escape to his apartment.

He whipped off his mask and went on to have a minor existential crisis, because what the hell was this? What was his life? What was anything anymore?

After his very short meltdown, that he handled very well, all things considered, Peter found himself in the laundromat downstairs, scrubbing a grime stain out of his suit with a sigh. Thankfully, everyone else seemed to be out or sleeping in the building, so he had it to himself. He still had a pillowcase for the suit to go in, so no one would see it in the wash in case he fell asleep or something. He still couldn't really believe MJ had been in the same building. How had he never seen him before?

He supposed it was possible that it's something that changed when the timeline got shifted but... something like that? Seemed an odd thing to change. Giving up on getting the dirt out, Peter shoved the suit into the thin pillowcase and dumped the rest of his laundry in the washer. He was relatively sure all the color had stopped bleeding out of the fabric by now, so everything else should be safe. About... 92% sure on that.

“And now to wait...” Peter huffed as he closed the washer and turned it on, then flopped onto one of the rickety benches in the waiting area. He hummed to himself as he plugged his headphones into his ears, playing a random song as he rested. The first time in a long, long time.

The door opened, and Peter jumped, cracking open and eye and gasping, immediately choking as he did.

“Oh, shit.” MJ held up an apologetic hand. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.” He dropped a stuffed duffel by one of the free machines. “Usually no one is here around now.”

“Y-yeah.” Peter wheezed. “I noticed, sorry for, uh, taking your usual time.”

MJ shrugged, loading his clothes up. “It's cool, no need to apologize.” He dropped the lid of the washer with a clang and turned, propping against it to face Peter, and he felt like choking again, because he somehow looked amazing in this dingy, badly lit basement of a laundromat. “Say, you seem familiar... have I seen you before?” He scoffed before Peter could answer. “Wait, that's a really dumb question, sorry. If we both live here of course I've seen you before.” He smiled easily. “'s been a stupid long day.”

“I-I get that.” Peter cleared his throat. “Uh, I think you work at the cafe I go to, for uh, for work.”

Miles stared for a couple moments before he snapped his fingers. “That's it! I knew you looked familiar.” He tilted his head. “Peter, right?”

“Yeah.” Peter grinned, internally scolding himself for being happy hearing his own damn name in that syrupy voice. “Yeah, and you're... MJ, right?”

“Yep. Miles James, for, uh, long.” A beat, and he nodded to Peter's chest. “You into Dnd?”

Peter blinked, looking down to his shirt. A very old worn design of a Dungeon's and Dragon's meme he forgot he even put on after he changed out of his suit. “Oh, uh, yeah kinda.” He shrugged. “I never played, but the shows are fun.”

MJ sighed. “Yeah, that's usually the problem, isn't it? I've always wanted to but, uh, I'm not exactly creative enough to actually run a game. I've made like 6 characters and have 7 sets of dice already though.”

“The clicky-clacky math rocks are so nice though.” Peter grinned. “I collected some maps and minis but, yeah, I understand the struggle.” Especially because it's hard enough to get together with anyone with a normal life, let alone with a double life as Spider-Man.

“Ooh.” MJ smirked. “Maybe we should set up a game. Probably would be easier if we live in the same place.”

Did... did he just... semi ask Peter out? On a nerdy semi date?

“Oh, that...” MJ flushed. “That... probably came out as... a bit forward. I mean, if you want to, as friends, I'd be good for that. I don't have too many friends here that like stuff like that, and... uh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “We could watch a movie? Maybe, LOTR or something?” A beat. “As, as friends, I mean.”

Peter gaped for a couple minutes, before he realized he needed to actually answer before MJ backpedaled on the invitation. “No, yeah, sure. That, that sounds awesome. Any of it.”

MJ grinned, pushing off of the machine to sit on the bench next to Peter. “Cool, so uh, maybe not tonight, since it's like... 2 am almost, but tomorrow night?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, then reeled it in and cleared his throat before he answered. “Yeah, yeah tomorrow night. Do you wanna...” He awkwardly held up his phone, and MJ nodded, reaching across to take Peter's phone to plug his number in. Peter felt a shock along his skin as their fingers brushed, and he swallowed hard as he typed the number and contact info in, some dark hair falling out of the tie he had pulled it back with.

“There, I, uh, put my apartment number there, too.” He winked. “Come by anytime you want, Pete.”

Oh. Oh he was in trouble, wasn't he?

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so i may have written a thing where ag!peter meets his MJ and of course it’s a coffee shop because im basic but also MJ is an OC i’ve had forever and theyre both bi disasters but i dunno if i should post it because its indulgent as f’uck

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tasm scene redraw

(based on a fic im writing)

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thinking about peter and mj having a south indian wedding (might sketch this after work hmm)

i love them so much you have no idea

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king mj and sir peter (a concept)

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a weary Sir Peter comes back from a quest, and since he can't get the warm welcome he wants from his King, he gets it from a statue made in King MJ's likeness instead