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text ✉️➖❤️🐅❤️

mj: 😌 i dont deserve you

mj: i knOW I KNOW but i don't like doing work i dont understand

mj: iou ?

peter: this is like the fifth iou this month

peter: but i'm still the one who doesn't deserve you

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text ✉️➖❤️🐅❤️

mary jane: QUESTION

mary jane: please tell me you have that sociology work thats due tomorrow

mary jane: iLL LOVE YOU FOREVER ???????? AND EVER ?????? MORE THAN I ALREADY DO ????????

peter: .............f ine

peter: u know i don't like Academic Dishonesty, mary jane

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conversation: penis porker.

tim: yes peter

tim: i have kissed a boy once

tim: have u even kissed Anybody before, pete

peter: i'm insulted it wasn't me?????

peter: u will never know if i'm kidding

peter: timmy i'm not a Child

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conversation: penis porker.

tim: yikes peter

tim: i mean you could've just asked

peter: i guess "it was a typo" isn't a very convincing argument

peter: i just asked

peter: and alas, no answer

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✉✘♣

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ SMS ] -> a bird pooped on me today[ SMS ] -> i’m blaming you

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ SMS ] -> did you know[ SMS ] -> people write fanfiction about us online[ SMS ] -> that could be us one day

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ SMS ] -> teach me hwo to rob a bakn

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♣

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ SMS ] -> have u ever[ SMS ] -> kissed a boy[ SMS ] -> * mary jane watson[ SMS ] -> shit

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☠

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ SMS ] -> i’m not going to speak to you if you actually buy mj flowers[ SMS ] -> rest in pepperonis our friendship

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✉✘☠❤ ♣ ye Boi

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text 

[ SMS ] -> is your hair ever mistaken for a tiny firetruck[ SMS ] -> you could move through traffic pretty quickly[ SMS ] -> just sayin

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ SMS ] -> i’m spider-man[ SMS ] -> i’ve been thinking of different ways to tell you, but you’ve been right all along[ SMS ] -> i couldn’t tell you because i don’t want you to get hurt[ SMS ] -> you’re one of the most important people in my life and i don’t want to risk losing that

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ SMS ] -> i swear mj[ SMS ] -> if you eat the rest of my bodega sandwich[ SMS ] -> i’ll tickle the living crap out of you

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ SMS ] -> i miss you in my arms[ SMS ] -> we need another movie night soon

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ SMS ] -> loooovvveee youuuu[ SMS ] -> your face is really nice 10/10 woudl recommedn

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what's your favorite song? what's your theme song?

‘ somebody out there started a spider - man theme song and it kind of caught fire over the last few years. but if we’re being totally honest, sometimes i’m listening to blitzkrieg bop under the suit. but also, may likes to blast her eighties music throughout the apartment. uh - what was the question again ?? ’

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text Send ✘ for an unsent text Send ☠ for a threatening message Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message Send ♣ for a drunk message

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felicia hardy .

      head level with the open window, from what she could see — she’d timed her spontaneous VISIT just right. “petey, that better not be your aunt you’ve just invited into your room.” uttered the feline, unbeknownst to him, from her spot on his window sill. and with a sharp, crack of her whip, she’d STILLED the door, black bound around the handle in attempts to gain herself further time with the teen; regardless of the needs of whomever lurked behind the door. “i’d take an educated guess that she wouldn’t be too pleased about this…” gloved digits went between the pair, in reference to their ‘partnership’ as she leapt into the room with measured grace, spotting peter’s dazed figure on the bed. “you look terrible… what happened, huh? did red catch you with another woman?” 

peter was no longer startled by the abrupt appearances felicia made in his life. he was never sure whether to cherish or dread them, but if there was one thing he was sure about - it definitely wasn’t helping his luck. ‘ never mind, may !! i’m naked ! ’ he yelled, leaping towards the door in case she began to turn the knob. his excuses . .. really needed work. ‘ leave it to you, felicia, to always make me look like a complete bozo. and no, mary jane and i aren’t even . .. you know. which must be a relief to you, because obviously you can’t resist the peter parker experience. no one can. ’ he joked, returning to his former position on the bed.  

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mary jane watson . 

      an over exaggerated grunt passes through pink tinted lips, the light hitting the gloss she’d smacked on. studded boots, ripped white jeans and a cut off clung right to her body. there was no way she was wasting this outfit. ❝   studying?? you can’t be serious, you’re like … the smartest person i know. you have like — straight a’s and stuff. c’mon - do you not think you’re gonna have fun, don’t we always have fun?? or do you not think may will let you out?? i’m sure we could talk her into it!! … please.   ❞  the girl moved her way over to the other, flopping into the spot next to the bruised other. petite fingers reach out, grabbing peter’s chin between her fingers and looking at the shiner painted into his skin. ❝   JESUS, PETER. did you get hit by’uh bus??   ❞

the whimpered please bolted to the end of her argument stuck another pin in peter’s wallowing heart. he could never actually turn her down. it always ended with him caving, unless spider duties called him elsewhere. and sometimes, he made it a point to get the job done as soon as possible just so he could be back at mj’s side, jointed at the hip like they usually were. before he could utter a simple ‘ yes, ’ she had noticed the marks on his skin. ‘ surprisingly not a bus. but if you squinted, he kinda looked like one. ’ he joked, slightly groaning in pain as he mimicked a squint. ‘ don’t worry about it. i’ll be fine. ‘ just hope may kept those frozen peas around. ’

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mary jane watson . 

              mary jane was definitely a party girl, something about dancing, letting loose and having FUN was just so therapeutic for the redhead. peter - well, he was basically the complete opposite to the other. which is why she’d thought it’d be so ENJOYABLE to drag him out for a night on the town. mary jane even had to sneak out of her own home, funny, huh?? they both had that in common, pressing the door shut without much ruckus was easy - slow and steady seemingly always winning the race. a few taps were left on her neighbor’s door, the perky aunt swinging her door open and immediately greeting the spunky vixen. she asked for peter before may pointed her in the direction, smile still prominent before she entered the boy’s room. her eyes turn into slits as she overlooks the slumped body.  ❝   PETEY-O!! hey pal, get up, put your shoes on — little ol’ mj is going to hit the spot and i need a fiery guy like you as my date!!  what do ya’ say?? ❞

peter nearly groaned when he realized it was mj walking through his door. it wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see her - he just wasn’t keen on doing whatever so - called ‘ fun ’ activity she was hellbent on dragging him to do this time. especially looking so beat after the ‘ fun ’ activity he called spider - man. ‘ mj, you know i love being your date to things , but i can’t tonight. i’ve got . . . studying to do. and frozen peas to find. as much as i’d like to go out, i’d also like to not flunk out of school. ’ excuses , excuses.

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aunt may .

heavy    ,   sharp  smell  of  charred  chicken  still  hangs  in  the  apartment’s  air   .    may  sits  by  the  window  haphazardly  tugged  open   ,   features  set  in  a  frown   ,   waving  a  tarnished  dish  cloth  in  attempt  to  evade  the  smoke  alarm   .    all  the  while    ,   painfully  aware  that  peter  is  not  in  his  bedroom   .    that  peter  hasn’t  been  in  his  bedroom  when  she  thinks  he  is  for  a  likely  disturbingly  long  stretch  of  time   .   AND  THAT  SHE  IS  A  MISERABLE  EXCUSE  FOR  AN  AUNT   .    soon  as  the  creak  of  his  bed  being  laid  on  sounds    ,    dish  cloth  is  strewn  over  her  shoulder  and  march  to  his  door  has  begun   .   she  steels  herself   ,   this  time  she  wants  answers   .    this  time  no  sympathy   .    but  with  door  thrown  open   ,   light  filters  into  the  room  and  spills  onto  peter’s  arms   ,   face   .    highlights  bruises  painted  across  his  body   ,   and  may’s  tough  love  melts  to  a  picture  of  concern   ,   WORRY   .    approaches  the  bed   ,   brows  pulled  up   .   ❛   …  oh   ,    peter   ,    ❜    she  extends  a  hand  to  ghost  the  bruise    ,   sadness  glinting  in  weary  eyes   .     ❛   you’re  going  to  explain  what’s  going  on  with  you   ,   with  that  spider  …   suit   …  thing    ,   or  so  help  me  i’ll   …   I’LL  GROUND  YOU   .   i’ll  ground  you  until  you  graduate   .     ❜   

his eyebrows furrow as brown doe eyes squeeze themselves shut. the pain is ignored , as it typically is , despite the massive bruise splattered across his eye , worthy of a water color painting. this never should have happened. but he was stupid enough to let it. peter doesn’t want her to fear for him , to worry. but it’s in her nature. ‘ may , i’m fine, really. this is - this is nothing. ’ he reassures , gesturing to the mark on his visage. ‘ i guess it’s too late to pass it off as a costume , ’ he mumbled, more to himself than his aunt. ‘ i’m doing good , may. people need me, for the first time in my life. i can help ! you can’t - you can’t stop that. if have these powers ,  i need to use them for good. ’ his heart beats faster than any other time he’s spent webbing up criminals. thoughts of a lost uncle pass through his mind, but . . . he can’t mention him. not now. not with may. it’s too hard.

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peter groaned - his eye was swollen, his head was pounding. but it was a school night, and his physics exam wasn’t going to complete itself the next day. newton’s laws we’re easy concepts for him - he was really just concerned about sneaking back into his bedroom. the window opened without a single creek, unlike most days, and thankfully, his door was already shut. his costume was already stuffed away safely in the closet, allowing him to collapse on his bed in a heaping pile of pain. a knock echoed through the room. ‘ yeah, come in ! ’ he shouted, too exhausted to kick the door open.

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peter + high school