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noxnthea · 2 years
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12. What’s Peter Parker’s least favorite month? A: Doc Ock-tober  -- SO did you know that there's over a year time-skip between Homecoming and the next time Peter shows up in the MCU in Infinity War? Literally the only thing on the MCU wiki for him in 2017 is that he gets a science medal in June. Presumably he's busy being with his Spidey duties and the trauma of being a teenager.
Which includes, of course, keeping track of when his crush interacts with him. In the back of his (sorry Aunt May, I'll be more organized next year!!) school planner. Which is found, and subsequently mocked, duh, by his best friend Ned. -- this is part of this list of bad Avengers-themed halloween jokes!
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griefpersevering · 11 months
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the ripples they cause
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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Epilogue
Notes:
I started writing this fic on the 18th February 2022, but I'd had the idea of the Soul Realm and an Endgame fix it for a long time before that. When No Way Home came out, I knew I had to write it. But I did not expect to be sitting here over a year later with a 100,000 word beast of a fic.
As I keep saying, I couldn't have done any of this without your support. Thank you to everyone who left kudos, whoever nominated this for an Irondad Creator Award, and every single one of you who commented. You're the reason this fic has an ending, and I so hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
I do have an inkling of an irondad fic I might write during nanowrimo later this year (a post-nwh fic where Tony and Spider-Man get kidnapped together... but he doesn't remember who Peter is) so keep an eye out for that ;)
Thank you all so much again. I love you all 3000, and happy reading!
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And this week's sneak peek!
They reach Josie's a little past six. It's early to be heading out for drinks, but they're high on the success of their party, and Karen demanded a celebration. The bar had always felt at risk of closing down, but it surprised Matt to discover it survived the Blip. If the price of their regular haunt still being open is Josie's insistence on them actually paying their tab every time they visit, it's worth it.
Karen fetches the first round of drinks. This evening will undoubtably end with someone drinking an eel.
Foggy sits next to Matt on their usual table. He wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close and resting his head on Matt's shoulder. He doesn't have to say anything for Matt to hear his gratitude, but he kisses the top of his head to make sure Foggy knows he received the message.
Today marks the victory they all needed. There will always be challenges for them to face, but if they can juggle the case of the century and their wedding, then nothing can stop Nelson-Murdock and Page again.
Karen returns to the table with a bottle of... something, and pours them all a glass. "Cheers," she says, resting her elbow on the sticky surface and raising her drink.
Matt clinks his glass against hers. "To Nelson-Murdock & Page."
"To us," Foggy cheers.
Matt takes a cautious sip of the mystery liquid and almost chokes on it. The smallest mouthful burns his throat and overruns his senses with a nasty, fishy taste.
Foggy coughs. "God, that's strong."
"That's the idea," Karen says. She somehow chugs the rest of her glass without drowning in the odious, cement-thick liquid.
Matt shakes his head and smiles. By the time they reach the bottom of this bottle, none of them will be capable of walking home by themselves. Which means it's yet another sleepover night.
He takes another sip and his head starts to throb. He places his glass down and reaches a hand up to clutch his forehead, wondering where in Hell Josie pulled this nightmare bottle from.
"Matt? Are you feeling okay?" Foggy asks, rubbing his back.
Nausea bubbles into his throat and the headache intensifies. A terrible sense of vertigo overwhelms him, and he has to lower his head onto the table and take a few deep breaths to avoid tipping out of his chair.
Karen and Foggy are talking, asking him questions, but he can't make out a word they're saying. His gut roils once more and he weighs up his odds of making it to the bathroom before he throws up, but then the nausea suddenly retreats.
Matt sits up slowly. The headache eases and the ambient noise of the bar slowly floats back into focus as the pain recedes... and then everything snaps into place and he's back to normal.
"Matt? You're freaking us out," Foggy says.
"Sorry, I — Oh my God."
"Are you this much of a lightweight?" Karen asks. "You barely drank anything."
"No, I don't know what that was, but — how could we forget Peter?"
The memories are there as plain as day. The phone call with May Parker, where he first offered his assistance. His conversations with Foggy about why they had to defend this kid from the same hate Daredevil faced. The first time he met Peter and the chorus of Mysterio supporters endlessly yelling abuse outside his apartment.
"What about Peter?" Foggy asks. "Did we not check whether he got home okay? He looked fine when he left."
Karen snaps her fingers. "We forgot to give him his plate back. Is that it?"
Matt just smiles. He never told either of them the entire truth about Peter's confession before they shipped him off to California. He trusted Matt, and he didn't want Karen and Foggy to worry about something they had no control over. But if he suddenly remembers their previous encounters...
Maybe it was Tony Stark dropping Peter off at their party.
"That didn't require that level of dramatics," Foggy sighs. "I doubt it's even his plate. He said he made those cookies at the Compound."
"You're right," Matt says. There's no point explaining everything if they still don't remember. "Sorry."
Foggy kisses him on the cheek. "If your affinity for being a drama queen was that offputting, I wouldn't have married you."
"You know what's more exciting than plates?" Karen says, unscrewing the bottle top. "Glasses! So drink up. We're reaching the eel tonight, boys."
Matt dutifully chugs the rest of his glass and holds it out for Karen to refill. His conversation with Peter can wait — if he has truly fixed the spell, then he'll have his own family to look after him.
Right now, Matt needs to spend the evening with his.
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carolinahope · 1 year
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The Best of 2021 - 10 ships (9/10) 
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captainenjolras · 1 year
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Hello!
I’ve been stuck with some writers block recently
:( i have ideas but I just can’t quite get them down. So, if anyone wants to send me in a prompt, I’ll do my best to write it as a bit of an exercise! Fandoms/ships I write for in the tags :)
I will NOT write
•Non/con
•Incest
•Adult/Child romance
•Pure smut (I’m still technically a minor)
I WILL write
•Fluff
•Angst
•Family troupes
•Platonic relationships
•Headcanons
•Pretty much anything else
Thank you!!!!
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suncrat · 11 months
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Adventures in babysitting: a saga
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tecochet · 11 months
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mary jane's husband and his boyfriend
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john-cardoza · 5 months
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i won't stop 'till i find you (i'll find you tonight) by musicals_musicals
“MJ? I thought you had-” Ned stopped abruptly, his spoon hanging between his bowl of cereal and his mouth. “Is that Spider-Man?” “No, I picked up an unconscious cosplayer. Of course it’s Spider-Man!” As soon as she said that MJ realized that she probably should’ve considered the possibility that this was in fact not the real Spider-Man. She picked up his right arm to look for a web shooter, and instinctively pressed down on the front of his wrist, causing a web to shoot out and stick to their ceiling. That answered that question. “Oh my god. Spider-Man is in our apartment.” Ned stood up so fast he nearly knocked over the table.
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the-sprog · 7 months
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Help me find this fic
Sometimes I end up accidentally copy-pasting shit to my phone's notes, and looking for seomthing else I found this:
He cannot stop being Spider-man. Not even for her. So they break-up. Make-up. Break-up. Make-up. Rinse, repeat. They see other people, they see no one, they spend time apart, they become roommates. Peter’s life is a mess, yeah, and his rogues gallery is a bunch of old men in furry suits with consent issues, and maybe his friends keep dying and not-dying and timelines are reset by the x-men three times in the span of five years that turn into three years — ugh, complicated. Whatever. But she is a constant.
I cannot find where it's from. I don't think I wrote it? I'm not this good.
Help?
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iwasbored777 · 11 months
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I will never forgive them for doing this to me
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spideymichelle · 10 months
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shit peter parker would tweet unprovoked on a tuesday afternoon (norman beat his ass and mj broke up with him for the 20th time)
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nocek · 8 months
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Peter's foolproof plan for Mayday's first bday party (one of many):
step one: distract Miguel with magic baby
step two: profit...?
step three: there is a bonus:
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griefpersevering · 1 year
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: When She Loved Me
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Hello everyone!! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love you've been giving this fic - when I originally started writing it, I thought maybe a couple of people might want to read this strange fix it fic, but now over 15,000 of you have! It's absolutely mindboggling to me that so many of you are still here reading my silly little story!! Anyway, mushy bit aside, I hope you really enjoy this chapter. We've been building up to it for a while!
Sneak Peek:
It's nearly been a week since MJ's text.
Peter's barely slept since Tuesday. He spends his days poring over the spell book, making notes on the sections that will help them and mouthing the strange spells until he's memorised them. When the time comes, he won't need the book to complete either of the remaining rituals, just in case Doctor Strange decides to steal it back before then.
At night, he wakes up from nightmares of being trapped in a cell for the rest of his life. And like tonight, once he's awake, all he can think of is the emoji on the end of MJ's text.
He pulls the duvet over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep. There's nothing he can do about the rituals yet; not while they're still waiting for Yelena to return from Ohio with something belonging to her sister. And his trial is in the hands of the judges now. Matt, Foggy, Karen, and the other bridesmaid who is also a lawyer all assured him at the wedding that they've done everything they can.
His trial is supposed to take place tomorrow at noon, but they still haven't told him whether it will be postponed — or even better, cancelled altogether.
Every time he drifts off, his thoughts circle back to the text. What does MJ want to talk about? He hasn't spoken to her in weeks, unless you count the letter he asked Matt to deliver. But that was just a lie anyway; that his friend in California is having an operation, so he offered to fly over there to help him recover for a few months. No mention of Spider-Man, or the campaign she's been running in his name.
He rolls over, the duvet tangling between his legs. There's light peeking around the corner of his blinds, so it must be the morning. He'd been hoping for a lie in after the wedding, but if he's awake already, he may as well get ready to face the day.
By 8am, he's showered and dressed in his least crinkled shirt. MJ asked to meet at the donut shop, and it feels like returning to the scene of the crime.
He eats some burnt toast slathered in Nutella which does nothing to ease his stomach. Then, he gets out the ancient broom that came with his apartment and sweeps up the confetti that he tracked in from the wedding.
Yesterday was a nice break from his melancholia. Matt and Foggy deserve their happy ending, even if he feels a bit jealous. Besides, being married means they never have to testify against each other.
Maybe, when he finishes the rituals, he'll introduce Mr. Stark to them. He knows Matt isn't Iron Man's biggest fan, but he'll get over it. And he wants Tony to see that his sacrifice helped so many people in so many ways — the Nelson-Murdocks never would've tied the knot if it weren't for the Blip.
He pulls on his sneakers — now sans confetti — and slips on his coat. The sun is shining brightly this morning, and he takes it as a good omen. But although the clear skies will melt some of the snow, the lack of clouds means it's still freezing.
He said he'd head over to Brooklyn in the afternoon, so he's not in a rush. But first, he'll make a pit stop at the Midtown School of Science and Technology to make some more webs: he's running low, and whatever happens tomorrow, he has a feeling he'll need them.
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artichow · 5 months
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and nothing bad ever happened to them ever <3 (zoom + ref under the cut)
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soosdraws · 11 months
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i want to see miles meet mayday but like in less stressful circumstances 😔✌️
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valartsstuff · 10 months
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Was thinking about Obanai admiring Mitsuri's hair and I thought of that one panel of Peter and MJ:?&/!/'a
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jazoriahrecs · 1 year
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Fandom: Marvel (Spider-Man)
Author: mysterycyclone, seekrest
Length: 14 202 words
Rating: Teen+
Summary: “You still really suck at lying,” Michelle says. She checks her phone. “You’ve still got time for lunch before work, right?”
Peter checks his phone. Eleven in the morning. “Yeah, I totally have time.”
He doesn’t really have time, but he makes it. He has to make it.
He’s missed them. He’s going to make time for them.
Review: A genuinely lovely story of reconnection, and of trusting the people you love to make their own decisions about life, danger, and what matters to them.
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