Summary: MJ, Ned and Harry are concerned when Peter's too busy lately, MJ decides to stalk Peter one afternoon.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of drugs (mainly harry being a twat)
note: i was doing a few more angst-y things than i would like, so i wrote this just now (now being 12:20 am)
‘So?’ Ned asked Peter, trying to get something out of his best friend. ‘Do you want to watch the Maze Runner series with us?’
‘I- not tonight. Sorry.’ Peter closed his locker. ‘I’ve got something on.’
‘Seems like you’ve been busy lately. Even more busy than usual.’ MJ crossed her arms. It was true, Peter had been much busier than usual. For the past three weeks, nearly every few days Peter couldn’t make it to anything, nor did he call until it was nine o’clock and Peter was out on duty. Then the next day, Peter would look like he’s just had the most relaxing spa ever and he was floating on a cloud. Ned, MJ, and Harry all noticed this and confronted Peter about his behaviour, in reply, they just got a lazy ‘it’s nothing guys, trust me’ and he would shrug it off.
‘Okay, Parker.’ MJ slammed his locker closed, Peter’s Spidey-Sense (or Peter tingle as May and MJ say) helped him withdraw his hand from the it so his hand wasn’t smushed in the gap. ‘What the fuck’s been going on? You’ve been super busy, and we know it’s not your- duties- so what’s up?’
‘Nothing guys!’ Peter looked from Ned to MJ to Harry, who all had sceptical looks on their faces. ‘Trust me. Nothing’s going on.’
‘How come I don’t believe you then?’ Harry asked. ‘Come on, don’t be a dick, I’m sure you can skip on your nightly ritual today and come binge Maze Runner with us.’
‘It’s not a ritual.’ Mumbled Peter.
‘It sure seems like it.’ MJ retorted. ‘Look, Peter. I’m not one for concern, but whatever you’ve been doing, makes me think you’ve been doing something bad. And I don’t think it’s good for your mental health, physical health and you’re not being a great example to younger people.’
‘Like what?’ Peter asked, wondering what MJ was implying.
‘Drugs, Peter, drugs.’ MJ rolled her eyes.
‘What! No! I’m not doing… that.’ Peter’s eyes widened.
‘Sure? Because I know someone who-’
‘MJ! I’m not doing drugs!’ Peter yelled a little too loud, people in the hallway of Midtown turned to look at Peter with raised eyebrows. ‘I’m not doing drugs.’
‘Okay, so what are you doing then?’ Ned asked. ‘You’ve barley been around. The time that we had with you is now taken by this thing that you won't let us know about.’
‘Alright! Alright I’ll tell you.’ Peter huffed.
‘Good, so who are you fucking?’ Harry asked, earning a slap on the back of the head from MJ. ‘Ouch.’
‘Shut up Harry.’ She harshly whispered.
‘I’m not doing that with anyone.’ Peter replied. ‘It’s- I- I’m volunteering at an dog shelter.’ He waited for the others to reply, they all just stared at him in clear disappointment.
‘A dog shelter?’ Ned said.
‘Yes.’ Peter nodded.
‘A fucking dog shelter?’ MJ spat out.
‘You made us believe you were doing drugs or fucking someone, and you were actually going to a fucking dog shelter!?’ Harry almost shouted.
‘What?’ Peter was taken aback by how hostile they were being. ‘I didn’t want to tell you, okay?’
‘Okay, fine.’ MJ huffed just as the bell went.
‘I’ve got to go to class, see you guys later.’ Peter ducked his head as he went into the sea of students swarming the halls to get to class.
‘Me too I-’
‘Stay.’ MJ grabbed Ned’s arm before Ned could follow.
‘I don’t believe Peter. That he’s just going to a dog shelter after school. Something else’s going on.’ MJ said.
‘Maybe it’s his duties as Spider-’ Ned clapped a hand over Harry’s mouth.
‘Do not speak of that out loud.’ Ned said.
‘Sorry.’ Harry mumbled from below Ned’s hand. Ned nodded and took his hand off Harry’s mouth. ‘All I was saying was maybe he doesn’t want to tell us because he’s fucking some girl, so he came up with the excuse of going to a dog shelter.’
‘Whatever your theories are, I’m going to follow him tonight.’ MJ told them.
‘But what about our Maze Runner plans?’ Ned asked.
‘I’m more of a ‘True Crime’ or ‘The Order’ type.’ MJ then turned to Harry. ‘Oh, that reminds me, my Dad recorded Black Dahlia last night, come over later because I want to show the movie to you.’
‘Sure.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Ned, we can watch something else tonight, okay? Once my baby has her mind on something, there’s no changing it. Trust me, I’ve tried.’
‘You’re a great boyfriend.’ MJ smiled at Harry. ‘But call me your baby one more time and I’ll bite your fucking dick off.’ Harry shrunk under MJ’s gaze, but Ned saved him.
‘Okay, you do you.’ Ned grabbed Harry’s arm. ‘We’ve got Chem 2 to go to. See you later, MJ.’ Ned pulled harry off through the crowd before MJ was able to follow through on her word and bite Harry’s dick off.
After school, Peter grabbed his bag and ran out the gate, hoping to catch the 3:40 subway train to Bronx on time. He was too busy to notice MJ was a few meters behind him. They both hopped on the subway car, MJ was lucky enough to sit behind a hefty guy and he blocked Peter’s view of her. The ride was one and a half hours and by the time Peter got off, MJ’s legs had gone to sleep.
Peter smiled to himself as he walked down the streets of Bronx, stopping in a local bakery to order what he did every time he went to Bronx.
‘I’d like a six strawberry glazed donut holes and six chocolate glazed donut holes, one mocha iced latte please.’ Peter asked the man behind the desk.
‘Okay, with extra whipped cream as usual?’ The man who Peter knew as Big Joe, the owner of the bakery and the one always behind the counter, clarified.
‘Yes, please.’ Peter nodded. Big Joe went into the back and got Peter’s order as usual.
‘That’ll be sixteen dollars and seventy five cents.’ Big Joe punched in the order.
‘Here.’ Peter handed the exact amount of money, thanked Big Joe, and took the order. He practically skipped down two more streets, oblivious to MJ following him the entire way. Peter finally reached the place he was going, and to MJ’s surprise, Peter was being honest. He was at an animal shelter. The shelter was called ‘Polly’s Paws & Co.’ and was the size of a small two story townhouse. By the looks of it, the house was supposed to be small so there was lots more yard room. The house sat more to the right, up against the fence with a gate on the left attaching the house to the fence. It looked slightly out of place amongst the apartments it was surrounded by. The building was a bright white with light teal highlights around the old fashioned window shutters and door. There was a white picket fence that hid the mesh interior lining and stood guard in front of lush green grass. MJ watched from across the street as Peter opened the fence, to have a gate on the left fly open and three dogs barking. One was a big fluffy one who Peter knew as Fluffy, another was a German Shepard with a bright pink collar named Fudge and the other was a tiny Yorkshire Terrier with a pink bow around her tuft of hair at the top lunged toward him. Peter laughed and raised his food above his head as why he was here came around the corner. You sprinted after the dogs with a wide smile on your face.
‘Fluffy, Fudge, Lola! Down!’ You pulled Lola off Peter’s jeans, tearing a tiny hole where her tiny teeth had penetrated. ‘Sorry, Pete. Third pair this week.’
‘That’s okay, Y/N/N. Nothing May can’t fix.’ Peter mumbled, still held the food up in the air as you held onto Lola’s collar while nudging Fudge away from jumping up onto Peter. ‘I bought you your favourite.’
‘I can see.’ You giggled. ‘You know you don’t have to do that right?’
‘I like to.’ Peter shuffled his foot in the grass.
MJ stood behind a tree on the other side of the street, watching this exchange. She was confused by Peter’s odd behaviour. She knew he was socially awkward, but this was different. He was a blushing mess. MJ then widened her eyes at the situation and wiped out her phone, calling Ned.
‘Hello?’ Ned answered.
‘Ned? Ned!’ MJ whisper-yelled into the phone.
‘Why are you whispering?’ Ned asked.
‘I’m stalking Peter.’
‘Why am I not surprised?’ Ned asked.
‘Because I told you.’ MJ rolled her eyes. ‘Anyway, he’s actually at a dog shelter called Polly’s Paw’s & Co. and he’s with a girl.’
‘Okay, so he was telling the truth. Now can you please come to watch Maze Runner with us?’ Ned asked.
‘Ned! He’s with a girl! Peter’s with a girl.’ MJ said through gritted teeth. ‘He’s a nervous wreck, but he’s with someone of the opposite gender. He also bought her some donuts.’
‘Wait, Peter’s talking to a girl? Cool, man. Maybe she’s his girlfriend.’
‘Nah, he’s too awkward for that.’
‘He’s always awkward.’
‘Very true. Anyway, I want to see what happens next, but their going behind the house.’ MJ said quietly as Peter was led by you into the house.
‘I’ll do some research on the place, okay? Just come over, Harry’s- shut up Harry- Harry wants you to come over.’ MJ listened as there was some shuffling in the background.
‘Okay, I’ll come. Just give me an hour.’
‘And hour!?’ Ned asked, confusion evident in his voice.
‘I’m in Bronx.’ MJ replied, walking away from the animal shelter.
Peter smiled to himself as he watched you throw tennis balls to the dogs in the backyard. There were way more than three dogs in the shelter, the three that you had peeled away from Peter were waiting at the gate to see their favourite human like at the same time they had been seeing him for the past three weeks.
‘Lola just likes me because she eats my pants.’ Laughed Peter as he sat down on the back steps of the house.
‘Maybe.’ You said as you sat down next to him. ‘This might be a weird question, but do you have any friends? Like I know I’m your friend, but other than me, at school.’
‘Yeah. Their names are Ned, MJ and Harry.’ Peter nodded.
‘They sound nice.’ You smiled at Peter. He handed you your drink and you took a long sip.
‘Like it?’ Peter asked.
‘Always. How come you order this for me every time you come?’ You asked with genuine curiosity. The first time you had asked Peter to order you something, it was this exact order. Six strawberry glazed donuts, six chocolate glazed donuts and one iced mocha latte.
‘I know how much you like it.’ Peter looked down at his feet.
‘You know, I might say you buy me these because you’re trying to woo me, Peter Parker.’ You playfully nudged Peter’s shoulder with your own. He just blushed profusely and didn’t respond. ‘Oh? No response? I might take that as a yes, Parker.’
‘I don’t know.’ Peter mumbled. ‘I know how much you like them. It makes you smile.’
‘Lots of things make me smile.’ You replied as another dog, a black Labrador called Katniss (after Katniss Everdeen), dropped a slobbery tennis ball at your feet. You picked the ball up and tossed it, watching as Katniss and two other dogs, Milo and Pixie, ran after the same ball.
‘Like what?’ Peter asked.
‘I don’t know,’ you thought for a moment, ‘the dogs, sunflowers, movies, this order,’ you pointed to the box of donut holes in Peter’s hand, ‘and you.’
‘I- I make you happy?’ Peter squeaked. He had liked you ever since he had first met you. One of May’s friends had said that Polly’s Paws & Co. was a great company to volunteer with on the weekend. It was a small family owned dog shelter that found homes for dogs. May had dragged Peter along, and don’t misunderstand, Peter wasn’t complaining, he just wanted a little bit more sleep on that Saturday morning after being at Harry’s until one and not falling asleep until three in the morning, then being woken up at nine by May who was determined to go to this dog shelter. She had driven them to Bronx, and it took them an extra ten minutes to find the shelter. You were the first one they met. You stood behind the desk in the colourful entry filled with photos of previous dogs, one that went to work as a guide dog, and of you growing up through the years. You smiled at them and said ‘hello’ and since then, Peter knew he liked you. Maybe it was the way you had a fondness in your heart for dogs or that you only liked donut holes if six were strawberry glazed and six where chocolate glazed. He didn’t know why, but he knew he liked you.
‘Of course you do.’ You said as if it was the most obvious thing it the world. ‘Can I say something, Peter?’
‘Yeah.’ Peter gulped.
‘I’ve liked you ever since you came in three weeks ago coming Saturday. I like your messy brown hair and the cute curls. I like the big brown eyes; I like everything about you. I like, you.’ You said, looking out to the dogs as if you hadn’t just said what Peter had wanted to hear for a while now.
‘I- I like you too.’ Peter stumbled.
‘Good.’ You nodded. ‘You can pick me up six o’clock Saturday, my shift’s over then, and we can do something.’
‘Like a- a- a- date?’ Peter mentally face-palmed at his voice crack.
‘Yes. A date.’ You smiled at him. Suddenly a voice called from inside.
‘Y/N!’ It was Polly, your grandmother, and the founder of Polly’s Paws & Co. ‘It’s five thirty! Homework!’
‘Coming, Gran!’ You called back into the house. ‘See you on Saturday, Peter Parker.’ You leant forward and kissed Peter on the lips, soft and delicate. It felt like you were kissing a cloud. Your heart fluttered as Peter leant into the kiss.
‘See you on Saturday.’ Peter whispered against your lips before you giggled and stood up to go inside.
The next day in school, Peter was more out of it than before. He was distanced and thinking about you the entire day. But to the others, it was just the same as with Liz Allen but worse.
‘Okay.’ MJ slammed her heavy books down on the table in front of Peter to grab his attention. ‘What the actual fuck is wrong with you?’ She demanded, earning nods from Harry and Ned, but stares from everyone else.
‘Nothing.’ Peter mumbled bashfully as he picked at his mashed potatoes.
‘Parker, you’ve been out of it all day and we deserve to know why.’ Harry said.
‘It’s nothing.’ Peter grumbled.
‘I know.’ MJ said. ‘It’s something to do with that girl at Polly’s Paws & Co.’
‘What?’ Peter squeaked. ‘No.’
‘Yes.’ Ned said. ‘I’ve been friends with you long enough to know when you have a crush, man. You have one. Big time.’
‘okay but how did you know about the shelter?’ Peter asked MJ, who shrugged and sipped her water.
‘I followed you.’ She said as if it was the most casual thing ever.
‘Followed me? All the way to Bronx?’ Peter asked, slightly dumbfounded.
‘Well we had to know if you were doing drugs or some shit.’ Harry replied.
‘For the last time, I’m not doing drugs.’ Peter replied.
‘So then tell us why you were there!’ Ned asked.
‘Okay, fine.’ Peter caved. ‘I like this girl there, her name’s Y/N and she’s really pretty.’
‘The girl I saw at the front.’ MJ nodded.
‘Yeah. Anyway, I go there to see her. We talk a lot and yesterday she kind of… told me.. she likes me.’ Peter blushed at the last few words.
‘What!’ Ned gasped. ‘No! What are you doing about it?’
‘Well, she sort of said I can pick her up at five on Saturday.’
‘That’s cool!’ MJ smiled. ‘I’m happy for you, Peter.’
‘Me too.’ Harry nodded. ‘Do what you like, as long as you’re not doing drugs.’
MJ slapped Harry across the back of the head once more.
‘Shut the fuck up about those fucking drugs!’ She hissed.
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It’s Real If It’s Real
So here’s a lil thing to try and get me to write again, i did it in 30 minutes so it isn’t v much and i didn’t proof read it bc it’s 1am so my bad
uh i dont know if this needs a trigger warning ?? it’s just peter struggling with reality so lemme know if i need to add one
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“I’m sorry Peter but I just don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
The words weren’t real. They weren’t. They couldn’t be. Ned did not friend-break up with Peter. That’s just not possible. There was- no. Peter and Ned have been best friends through everything, they’ve been best friends since Peter was 6 years old and transferred schools. Peter called Ned’s parents Mom and Dad, and had a key to their place. Ned’s parents kept snacks that Peter liked in their cabinets. That type of friendship doesn’t just end.
Yet the words rang true in Peter’s head. Repeating themselves over and over. Tormenting him, laughing at him. It felt real. Like the truth had dug itself into Peter’s bones and said it was home. It settled inside of Peter and made him feel sick. It felt like a brick was inside of his stomach and his head was filled with fog.
Ned wouldn’t have actually said that, right?
Peter knows, he knows he’s been struggling. Struggling to separate reality from his own twisted nightmares. He’d always been imaginative, creating stories in his head, running through his biggest insecurities and things he wished he were true. Maladaptive daydreaming, that’s what Peter’s therapist said when he was 12 years old. But he always knew the difference. He had known, if something happened or if it was just another story he created.
Then Beck had to go and ruin it. Beck destroyed Peter’s sense of reality. The illusions were intense and so real- Peter was stuck in them for so long. He didn’t know anything was fake, that none of it was real. Peter was tricked. Beck tricked him into thinking he had gone off planet, that he died in Mr. Stark’s arms. The his body was being pulled apart piece by piece. Peter believe in his soul that he was dead for five years only to come back into a war zone and in turn watch Mr. Stark died. Everything felt real, the sound of the heart beats, the smells. It was so real.
It became even more real for Peter when May had become sick. Except that wasn’t the real May. It was just another illusion. But it felt like her. It smelled like her shampoo. Fake May knew all their inside jokes. Fake May ended up dying from cancer. Peter watched May die a horrible death. It had all been so real. Yet it was all fake. A bunch of illusions and some drugs that was being vented into the room Peter was kept in. Beck manipulated Peter, made him live through a false-reality and had Peter watch his family die.
Peter’s ability to trust people, to trust himself and his senses was stolen. Peter couldn’t tell the difference anymore from him taking a shower and him thinking about the act of taking a shower. Peter hardly even believed May or Mr. Stark were real most of the time. He watched them die, he heard their lasts breaths. How was he supposed to believe that was fake. Beck could still have him and Peter would be none the wiser.
He needed to learn to trust himself. His sense of reality, no matter how skewered it was. Peter couldn’t go through the rest of his life wondering if the floor in front of him was real or if he’d fall down a ravine to his death. He just needed confirmation first. Someone who could tell him that Ned actually said those words out loud. That’s all he needed.
FRIDAY paused the TV and Mr. Stark looked across the couch to Peter, giving Peter a smile. This was real, Peter knew that, he knew that this room in the tower was real. There were no illusions.
“Was Ned here today?”
Peter didn’t know what answer he was hoping for. He didn’t want Ned to stop being his friend, but Peter also didn’t want this to be something else his brain tricked him into thinking it was true. Peter wanted his friend, but he also wanted to trust himself. It had all felt so real, like Ned was there, sitting on the next couch over, bouncing his leg, refusing to meet Peter’s eyes. It sounded like Ned and it looked like Ned. They were best friends, and best friends don’t just stop being friends that easily.
“No, he wasn’t kiddo.”
“Does that mean Ned and I are still friends?”
The whole thing could have taken place at his and May’s place. Ned standing at the apartment door, May in the kitchen. Peter would have invited him in and Ned would of declined, staying in the hallway, hands holding onto the straps of his book bag. Ned would be wearing his confidence hat, and he’d move once to get out of the way of Ms. Lila- Peter’s neighbour- so she could go to the store.
Or it could have happened at school. Was Peter going to school? May and Mr. Stark could have made to decision to keep him out of school until he’s got a better sense of reality. Wasn’t that decision made for him? Peter was pretty sure it was. Which was why he was at the tower. If May wasn’t home Peter stayed at the tower because no one wanted Peter to be alone. So Ned couldn’t have friend-break up with Peter there. It was either here or at the apartment. Someone would have witnessed it happening.
“Yeah, Pete, you are still friends. Ned was just asking to come over remember?”
“Oh,” Peter still had his friend, that should be good news, “right. Right.”
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