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kitcat992 · 11 months

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Identity Within︱Chapter 6 - Something New (UPDATE PREVIEW)

Identity Within

New York always had a certain…well, vibe to it during the autumn season.

Every year come November, the trees that lined the streets of the city were consumed in whole by vivid reds and burnt oranges, replacing the once lush canopy of green seemingly overnight. With it, the crisp air that came with each breeze was a pleasant but firm reminder that the unforgiving cold of winter was right around the corner — a subtle sign from mother nature to enjoy the metamorphosis of seasons before the cityscape would transform once again.

Peter paced back and forth, repeatedly crossing the length of the rooftop to Grimaldi’s Pizza Parlor — not because the brisk autumn wind had made him chilly. No, his spider-suit — brand new, at that — did a fine job of keeping his body temperature perfectly regulated.

It wasn’t the chill that kept him moving, rather a poor attempt at shaking off his nerves. In fact, it was a feat he hadn’t left groove marks across the rooftop yet. At this point, he could’ve very well walked a few miles just going back and forth, all while soaking up the smells of the pizza dough that came wafting up from the vents of the restaurant down below.

“Alright, you got this — you totally got this.” Peter clapped his hands together, only to shake them right after — desperate to release the bundle of energy that practically ate him alive. “This is no big deal. Nothing to sweat. C’mon Parker, you rode Captain America’s motorcycle today — you’re Spider-Man, you got this!”

His nerves only seemed to get worse every time he looked across the street; this time turning his gaze right as the lights inside Peter Pan’s Donut Shop shut off, one by one.

Despite the strong draft of wind that passed through the surrounding foliage, Peter couldn’t help but notice that he suddenly felt flushed.

Warm?

Definitely warm.

Maybe his new suit still had some kinks they needed to work out. After all, he’d only had it for a few weeks now. It wasn’t uncommon for the motherboard systems to need the occasional update. Maybe that was the issue.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was more nervous than he wanted to admit.

“Alright — just….don’t over think this. Don’t get stuck in your head.” Peter let out a breath so heavy, most of it couldn't filter out of his mask. The smell struck him at full force, causing the eye lenses of his mask to twitch and spasm in response. “Oh, that’s gross. That’s-that’s bad.”

He really needed to start carrying breath mints on him.

Peter shook away the thought — literally, shaking his arms for the umpteenth time, the little wiggle-wobble he did in place doing absolutely nothing for his nerves.

Across the street and through the windows of the donut shop, Peter could make a middle-aged man working inside, flipping over chairs and stacking them on top of the tables. Not far away from him was a much younger girl, busy wiping down the counters, with half of her face hidden behind long strands of brown hair.

Peter chewed on his lower lip, watching MJ from afar — not once looking away after his eyes gravitated towards her.

Man, was she pretty.

Really pretty.

“Hey MJ, what’s up?” Peter practiced out loud, taking a deep breath in — deep enough to pull his shoulders back and lift his chin high. “It’s me, Peter. Peter Parker.”

Nearing the edge of the rooftop, Peter casually plopped down until his legs hung off the edge,

letting them dangle freely as his gaze fixated on the donut shop across the street. His attention was drawn solely to one person inside.

“What’s that? I have a new suit?” Both hands grazed across his chest, gloved fingers running down the length of the black and red fabric. “Yeah, fully upgraded, new look, all new colors — why am I doing that voice?” Peter stopped the moment he realized his voice had deepened by five octaves. He shook his head like a wet dog. “That voice is so stupid, don’t do that voice.”

For a moment, the only response he received in turn was the occasional sound of Brooklyn traffic from down below.

MJ was talking to the much older gentleman now — with a brown paper bag in one hand, and her book-bag over her other shoulder. Her hair covered half of her face, but Peter could still make out the tiny smile beneath the thick, curly locks.

After all, her smile was his favorite thing about her.

“MJ, hey, it’s me.” Peter swallowed, hard, a tight V forming between his brows beneath his mask. “Oh, this? You know, just patrolling, saving the city, nothing major — I’m still doing the voice!” A hand smacked across his face — covering the two large white eyes of his mask. “Why am I doing that stupid voice!?”

His frustration was shouted in the form of a whisper, barely heard over the breeze that passed by. And yet Peter was still flushed — there was no shaking off the nerves. The past half and hour made that abundantly clear.

“I believe that is because you are nervous, Peter.”

And for what time didn’t make obvious, there was always his AI.

“I’m not nervous!” Peter’s voice squeaked in his retort. He waved both hands out in front of him, dismissively, as if Karen could even seen his movements to begin with. “I’m not — I’m not nervous, I just…” Another deep sigh reminded Peter that he really needed to start carrying around breath mints. “I just don’t know what to say.”

The middle-aged man approached the front door, flipping the sign that once said ‘Open’ and turning it around until it said ‘Closed.’ Peter watched, a tight frown forming on his lips, as the two remaining employees inside got ready to depart.

The setting sun was making it difficult to see inside through the windows. Peter knew he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate much longer.

“That could be because you’re anxiety has made it hard for you to focus,” Karen said. “That is likely in part due to the fact that you are nervous.”

As much as Peter wanted to roll his eyes at Karen’s answer, he also didn’t have much ground to argue with her. She was, after all, usually right about things.

It was strange. There was a lot Peter had confidence for — a lot of things he gained confidence for. It wasn’t that being nervous was a foreign thing for him. Hell, these days it felt like a perpetual state of his existence.

MJ made him feel…different.

A different nervous.

Almost a…good nervous.

“I really don’t wanna mess this up, Karen,” Peter spoke quietly under his breath, both hands falling into his lap as his dangling legs came to a slow stop.

There was a noticeable pause from Karen before she asked, “With MJ?”

The sunset of the evening caught the golden hues from the trees, shinning bright against orange and burgundy leaves. Peter had to squint past the light to see the front door of the donut shop open up, watching silently as the older man let MJ exit before he locked the door behind her.

“Yeah,” Peter, once again, spoke the words in a hushed whisper. The sigh that left his chest was heavier than his own voice.

There had been so much that happened this past year — things that, while not directly his fault, had caused a cascade of problems in their wake. Mysterio getting away in Times Square, everything with Dmitri the wannabe Bond villain, all of the symbiote…

Peter could feel his heart skip a beat at the memories — his very alive, and very much beating heart that was once not beating after he died.

That was never not gunna be weird.

“I believe, Peter,” Karen spoke up, breaking him away from his thoughts,“if you were to mess anything up…it would be deliberately. And I don’t see any reason you’d sabotage yourself when it comes to MJ.”

Peter made a face beneath his mask — contemplation taking over every muscle in his expression, all as he watched MJ give a tiny wave to the man still inside the donut shop. He locked the door from the inside before she began to walk down the streets of the city, and slowly, Peter began to stand up from the edge of the rooftop.

Karen’s voice was the last thing he heard before he shot out a web and took off.

“Just be yourself.”

It took six and a half rooftops before Peter finally caught up with MJ — a lingering moment of hesitation nearly made it seven, but with all the courage he could muster up, he finally made the move to approach her.

A single strand of webbing attached on top the nearest fire escape ladder, allowing him to drop down gracefully into the alleyway, landing with a soft thud on the cement sidewalks.

Right as MJ walked by.

“Need someone to walk you home?” Peter asked, his voice muffled by his mask and three times deeper than average.

MJ spun on her heels to face him.

And screamed.

“AH!”

“Ah!” Peter startled back, stumbling backwards until his shoulder collided with the nearest dumpster behind him. The two lenses of his mask went from wide white to pitch black in a millisecond as he grabbed his arm and hissed, “Ahcck!”

“Ahhh!” MJ’s shrill shout easily reached over his, even as she swung her book-bag around her shoulder and began to frantically dig inside. “I have a taser, I know how to use it!”

“Mother of fudge —!” Peter clenched his shoulder firmly with one hand, squeezing away the pain before both his eyes shot open with realization. “Wait, MJ, it’s me —!”

“Don’t make me use it!” MJ stepped forward while also somehow taking a step back. “I’m not afraid to use it!”

“MJ, MJ!” Peter leaped forward, using one hand to wave in front of him while the other ripped off his mask, clenching it tightly in his grip. “It’s me! It’s Peter! Peter Parker!” he hissed low under his breath, making sure to stay tucked away in the alley as he all but squeaked, “Please don’t tase me!”

If MJ had been sporting a mask like Spider-Man’s, complete with twitchy mechanical lenses, they would’ve certainly shattered with how large her eyes grew, bigger than the setting sun above them both.

Finally, she smacked her hand against his chest — completely ignorant to the brown paper bag she still held in clenched fingers — and pushed him further into the alleyway.

“This — this is why you’re terrible at keeping secrets!” MJ broke free of her stunned trance with four hard steps forward, pushing Peter back the entire way; looking around for the both of them to ensure no one was paying any attention. “This is exactly why Susan Yang thinks you’re a male escort!”

Peter’s nervous laugh quickly became one of incredulity.

“Do you really have a taser?” Peter only stopped walking backwards once MJ came to a stop herself, though her hand stayed firm against the spider emblem on his chest. “Wait, Susan Yang thinks I’m a male escort?”

At first, MJ’s only response was a rapid nod of her head, and a sound that was most certainly supposed to be something coherent and understandable.

“Yeah!” she eventually managed, her throat bobbing hard with the clear struggle of swallowing the abundance of saliva that came with a near heart attack.

Peter’s eyes only narrowed in confusion. “Yeah to what?”

The every day ambience from the city life briefly filled the lull that fell over them, freezing time in a ridiculously exaggerated second — the kind that felt like an eternity being stretched out for dramatic effect. The honking traffic outside the alley seemed to join in on the playful suspense — Peter swore even the cars were holding their breath for who would say what next.

MJ flittered her eyes up and down — looking up at Peter, sans his mask, before her eyes flickered back down — where her fingertips pressed firmly against the black spider insignia center on his chest.

Not a second later, and Peter looked down at that same hand. As if just now realizing MJ was touching him, and had been all along.

“This…must…be…your new suit,” MJ slowly said, tapping his chest twice before finally removing her hand entirely — making sure to keep her grip on the brown lunch bag. “Very nice. The colors are…very new.”

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thegreenwomanswalkman · 5 months

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Can't find a fic!

I'm looking for a fic where MJ and Peter are FWB and Michelle also might be fucking Spiderman. Peter takes her to a benefit dinner other somewhere fancy as his date because he (or they're both) scoping out some people there. And Peter has a vibrator for MJ that's Bluetooth so he's teasing her all night.

Please help me find it!

#peter parker #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #mj #michelle jones #mj x peter #michelle jones x peter parker #fanfic #help me find a fic

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spideychelle-patrol · 2 years

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Tears

Status: Complete | Word Count: 2.9K | Rating: Teen

Spider-Man was hot on the tail of the most recent big bad in New York. This was a particularly nasty, illusive foe. - Peter encounters a villain that steals the life energy of her victims in exchange for making dreams come true. Having lost everyone close to him and being forgotten by the world, what will happen to Peter when he falls under her spell?

General tags under cut.

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Manipulation, Hallucinations, Pregnancy, Parents Spideychelle

More tags available on AO3.

All characters are 18+

Kudos, comments, and reblogs all welcome.

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Spideychelle #PeterMJ #Spider-Man Fanfiction #Spider-Man Fanfic #Spideychelle Fanfic #Spideychelle Fanfiction #Complete #Moodboard #Spider-Man Moodboard #Spideychelle Moodboard #Hurt and Comfort #Angst with a Happy Ending #Michelle Jones Watson #Michelle Jones x Peter Parker #Michelle Jones Watson x Peter Parker #Peter Parker x Michelle Jones #Peter Parker x Michelle Jones Watson

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the-real-mj · 1 month

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Mj: So what’s for dinner?

Peter: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise!

Mj: …

Mj: Is it soup?

Peter: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

Mj: Please, enough with the soup puns!

Peter: Wow, you’re soup-per mean.

Mj: STOP!

*one hour later*

Mj: It’s fucking spaghetti?!?!?!

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mfshipbracket · 1 year

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#mf ship bracket #mf ship bracket 2023 #round 1 #spider-man #peter parker #michelle jones #peter x mj #petermj #undertale #sans #toriel #soriel #using mcu petermj just cuz they’re. probably more popular in the tumblr zeitgeist i have to say…#but ofc u don’t have to use mcu petermj in ur minds eye. all of them r perfect.

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hearts-4buck · 4 months

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Marvel + incorrect pictures (mostly young avengers)

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floilee · 22 days

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Kate: I'm not discussing it... I'm just saying that we're going to be visited by Peter and MJ this afternoon.

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deans-angel67 · 2 months

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Rooftop

Summary: You and Spider-Man meet on a rooftop, feelings develop, but you don't know him. Or do you?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1000ish

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and just found it. So I tweaked it and I hope you like it. Also not my gift.

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You sat on a roof top, legs dangling off the side while you watched the sunset. You took another bite of the sandwich you got at Delmar's. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the sunset. Feeling a slight sting as the cool air filled your lungs.

"I know your there spidey." You said matter a factly, finishing your mouth full.

"How!? I didn't make a sound." He questioned his voice slightly getting higher.

"I felt the energy radiate from your soul." You told him sarcasticly.

"What!?" He was so confused, the eyes on his mask moving.

"So, do I ever find out who the famous Spider-Man is?" You teased, standing up and turning around, balancing yourself on the ledge.

"What if you already knew him?" Spidey teased back, as you stepped off the edge of the building onto the safer part of the roof. He started walking towards you.

"Do I?" You questioned, taking a few more steps.

"Maybe." He retorted, stopping infront of you. He looked out at the sky the pink and orange dancing together to create one of nature's masterpieces.

You and Spidey had been meeting up on this very roof top for a month straight. And you felt as if something had clicked between the two of you. The playfull banter and sharing of snacks, as much as the deep conversations while somehow maintaining a sense of privacy. It made something inside you feel funny in a good way. He made you feel safe, even if you didn't truly know him.

But at the same time there was Peter the scrawny kid at school who didn't look so scrawny anymore. Of course you had a crush on him, he was sweet and empathetic and he wanted to help others, he constantly was. With school work, or helping an old lady cross the road, or volunteering at May's work. But you and him? That would never happen.

You two were friends. Strictly friends. You, Peter, MJ, and Ned. It was perfect. It was your little group. Why mess it up?

What you found strange was how similar the two were. Although the great Spider-Man tried to hide it you knew he was a nerd. He was clearly a teen, who was struggling to find his place in the world. And Peter was a massive nerd, I mean just the shirts he wore. He too was struggling to find what he wanted to do, or where he wanted to be.

Spidey sat down on the ledge and you joined him. You offered your half eaten sandwich and he gracefully took it. Lifting his mask as you started at him, right before he could take a bite and then looked over at you. You looked back at the sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You said the sun close to disappearing into the horizon.

"Yeah it is." He spoke so quietly you almost didn't catch it. You looked over only to realize he wasn't looking at the sunset.

God you wish you could see his eyes right now. The eyes on his mask shifted as he looked down at your lips and you looked down at his. He started to lean in and as he was milameters from your lips. His hot breath coming in contact with your skin, you turned your head to the side and slightly leaned back. He swallowed hard before leaning back.

The choice had been made. Peter. He was the one.

"I'm sorry." Spider-Man said letting out a sigh.

"Look I like you, your kind, and smart and you save this city but I don't know who you are, how old you are or what school you go to. Assuming you go to school. I would kiss you but I- I" You stuttered trying to get the word out.

"Like someone else." He finished you scentence looking up at the sky.

"Yea."

"Whats he like?" He asked, taking you by suprise. When most guys were rejected for another they got angry and weird, but he didn't.

"Uhm, he- he's nice, smart, a total dork. He used to be pretty scrawny but he isn't anymore, although I don't think anyone really noticed. His name is Peter. He's kind and he's in the mathleets. He helps me with most of the homework, since I kinda suck at it. He's such a good friend. Always there when you need him. But I just don't know how to tell him. God I'm stupid." You rambled a smile on your lips, not noticing that spidey was trying to get your attention. But he got it regardless.

He crashed his lips onto yours making you shut up. He quickly pulled away and swifly removed his mask.

"I like you to dork." Your brain was lagging, your mouth hung open overwelmed by what just happened. A strange feeling settled in your stomach before butterflies urupted.

"Peter?" You questioned, with wide eyes and a confused face.

"Hey." He gave you a cute smile before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours again.

#spiderman #spider man #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel movies #marvel studios #marvel universe #into the spider verse #michelle jones #tony stark #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker

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shayyprasad · 3 months

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right next door // masterlist | peter parker

this is an ongoing series! new parts will be updated on here :)

summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

part one!

part two!

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #angst #fluff #tom holland x you #peter parker fanfic #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader x michelle jones #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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

After patching up Peter

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

Peter: Sure

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

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

Male Reader: Wow really flexing your girlfriend privileges

MJ: Shut up your just jealous

Peter: Guys please not know I'm in pain

MJ: you’re totally gay for Peter!

Y/N: I am not!

Ned: when did this start?

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

MJ: I was holding my soda!

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

Ned: a Bro-ship!

Y/N: thanks Ned

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spideychelleforever · 4 months

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It’s been two years since Jon Watts broke our hearts. 💔

#spideychelle #michelle jones #zendaya #peter parker #mj #tom holland #tomdaya #spideychelle headcanon #zendaya coleman #michelle #no way home #spideychelle is canon #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones x peter parker #michelle jones watson #michelle jones headcanon #spider man no way home #spider man: no way home

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kitcat992 · 10 months

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MJ flittered her eyes up and down — looking up at Peter, sans his mask, before her eyes flickered back down — where her fingertips pressed firmly against the black spider center on his chest.

Not a second later, and Peter looked down at that same hand. As if just now realizing MJ was touching him, and had been all along.

“This…must…be…your new suit,” MJ slowly said, tapping his chest twice before finally removing her hand entirely — making sure to keep her hold on the brown lunch bag along the way. “Very nice. The colors are…very new.”

Peter nodded as he also looked down at his suit. Why, he wasn’t sure. He just did.

“Yeah, uhm — yep. Yep.” Peter followed MJ’s lead and took a step back to give them space, all the while trying to figure out how to stand — one moment he put both hands on his hips, the next he dropped them, then crossed them over his chest, then dropped them again. “New colors. New suit. It’s all — it’s all new.”

MJ looked him up and down, and Peter couldn’t figure out if the way she chewed on her bottom lip was out of confusion, or something else entirely.

So he did what he did best.

“Besides me,” Peter rambled. “Of course. Same me. Just…new suit. Same Peter — uh, Spider-Man. Me. But, you know…new. Ish.” Peter swallowed, hard, giving a slight shake of his head before forcing his brain to start over with a simple, “Hey.”

The do-over seemed to be much needed. MJ snapped her head up, finding his mask-less face before giving a slight smirk and an equally simple, “Sup.”

The distant but audible city life leaked into alleyway with ease, mixing the noise of honking cars and hollering hoopla into a blend of commotion that didn’t seem to bother either teenager.

For a moment, their awkward but genuine smiles were the only form of communication either needed.

When the breather approached awkward terms, Peter pointed casually to the brown paper bag in MJ’s hand.

“Those doughnuts?” Or at least, he tried to point casually. He still wasn’t sure what to do with his hands yet — once again crossing them, only to then sit them on his hips, and then drop then entirely.

MJ quickly looked down at the bag in question, as if forgetting she even had it in the first place.

“Right, yeah,” she quickly said — a little too quickly, her words jumbling together in a nervous fit. “We only had a few jelly left an hour before close, and I knew jelly was your favorite, so anytime a customer came in I just faked a really phlegmy cough around the doughnut wall and it seemed to work because Mr. Walton let me leave with the last five since he was going to throw them out anyway.”

MJ was still looking down at the paper bag when she realized she’d finally ran out of things to say.

“Here you go.” Abruptly, and with no restraint of rigidness, she held it out in front of her for Peter to take.

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