#peternedmj

[tomhollandsfandom]

Peter: I'm not tired.

MJ: We're over here, you're talking to a coat.

Peter: Oh, I'm still not tired.

*Peter crashing on the couch and promptly falling asleep*

Ned: Uh-huh. Not at all.

#PeterNedMJ #interwebs #spideychelle #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones

[ushnuu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Michelle Jones/Ned Leeds/Peter Parker, Ned Leeds/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Ned Leeds Characters: Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Memory Loss, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Humor, POV Multiple, College, Polyamory, Post-Canon Fix-It

Michelle Jones wasn't stupid. Ned Leeds wasn't jealous.

But Peter Parker was an idiot.

#mcu fanfiction #ned leeds #interwebs #michelle jones #petermj #peternedmj #peter parker #spideychelle #wrote this for holly poly 2022 so i can finally post this here!! #i had a lot of fun with this! i've never written for the mcu before but spiderman is so near and dear to my heart #so this was a really fun step out of my comfort zone <3 #i took these ship names form the shipping wiki idk if they're real but fingers crossed #my fics

[seek--rest]

A (OT3 edition perhaps?) T and Y from the fandom asks!

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

PeterNedMJ

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Peter will never give up Spider-Man and MJ would never ask him to. If you want this, you don’t want Spider-Man. ESPECIALLY if your sole interest is the MCU versions, I’m sorry i simply think you’re better off writing celebrity rpf

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Bridgerton

Fandom asks

#seek speaks

[abcd-em]

This might sound like weird question but I am writing a fic about Peter post-meeting MJ and Ned again after NWH. What do you think are some things he had to get used to after being friends with them again? Ex: learning how to open up to people again, trusting people again, etc.

Love PeterNedMJ reuniting and figuring this out between themselves so this is NOT a weird question at all!! I love thinking about post NWH consequences!!

I think a lot of it depends on when exactly they meet again, and how long they've had their memories back and been actively working towards being friends.

I base most of my ideas off a post-college reunion so these stem from there.

Not just trusting other people again, but trusting himself as well. He could be very settled in his life as Spider-Man but not used to having people in proximity to that again. Trying to keep the people who know everything about him safe.

Understanding and respecting their choice to be around him as Spider-Man

Figuring out his place in their lives. He was an intergral part of their lives, just as they were for him, but MJ and Ned forgot him and went on to college, and the rest of their lives. They will have made new friends, new memories, and he doesn't know any of them. Even if they've been friends for a little while after reuniting, there's gonna be a few things that take him by surprise.

Depending on timing and what his life was like prior to them reuniting, adjusting his schedule to make time for friends. Trying to find time to meet up is hard enough as it is when you're an adult, adding in being a vigilante, as well as the pressure of a recently reformed friendship that was torn apart by memory loss and broken promises? Struggles.

Remembering to let them know that he's safe. Again, this is dependent on what his life was like prior to them reuniting but if he's been the only one who knows he's Spider-Man then he might forget that people worry about Peter Parker after Spidey's gone down on the news.

This is all my post-work garbled brain can think of atm! Hope the fic writing goes well!

#ask me anything #peter parker #spideychelle #petermj #michelle jones #nwh #ned leeds

[ptergwen]

say you lived in the mcu, how would you want your life? who would you be dating and who’d be your parents ect :)

peter as my boyfie and tony and pepper as my parents that’s the dream 🤭 but i wouldn’t wanna be an avenger i’m not cut out for it i’d wanna just help design suits or something fun like that i could be the team stylist

oh and i NEED to be in the peternedmj bestie group

#answered ❤️‍🔥

[fcrgetmenow]

so uh hi i guess this will act as my introduction post? i’ve moved from twitter to tumblr because they decided to permanently ban by account for whatever reason, SO here i am!

basic information

my name is petra, i’m 20 years old! i’m a fat, autistic lesbian with adhd looking for a place to engage with my special interests!

everything you need to know about me is in my carrd which is tagged here!

so uh reblog this so i can make new mutuals and find the ones i lost when the bird app sniped me el em aye oh!!

#petermj #mcu peter parker #mcu petermj #wanda mcu #mcu spiderman #taylor swift #mcu #marvel #spider man #spideychelle #zendaya #tom holland #iron dad and spider son #peternedmj #peterned #petergwen #gweter #new tumblr #new tumblog #idk what to tag this as #looking for mutuals

[shrinkthisviolet]

peternedmj for the ask game?

What made you ship it?

The only thing better than PeterMJ is PeterNedMJ!! This is especially clear in NWH 🥰 I think that’s what did it for me tbh

Favorite thing about the ship?

When they work together, they make ✨magic✨ (eat your heart out, Stephen 😂)

Unpopular opinion about the ship?

Although it breaks my heart, I don’t actually mind that Peter didn’t tell Ned and MJ about who he is. Like...I see why he didn’t, and I’m excited to see them figure it out on their own!!

ship ask game!

#peternedmj #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones watson #marvel #mcu #ship ask game

[veggiewrapwithhummus]

When trying to making fun of someone:

Flash: Are you really homophobic, transphobic, germaphobic-

the poor kid:germaphobic??? Isnt that when your scared of germs

Flash:…I-I

Ned, Peter, Mj dying of laughter

#I don’t mean this in a bad way #this was a conversation that happened with my friends #it was funnier in my head #spiderman #ned leeds #peter parker #michelle jones #peternedmj #fos #flash thompson #incorrect quotes #incorrect spiderman #mcu #marvel

[noconsenttobeanerd]

Haha no i didn’t make an entire five page comic intro to a dumb spider-man au that’s just an excuse for poly ships... and no i’m not planning on making more,,,

#noooo #i DEFINITELY didnt #my art #spider man #spider man homecoming #ned leeds #peter parker #mary jane watson #michelle jones #peterned #peternedmj #petermj #traditional art #spidey squad #fan comic

[themculibrary]

Peter & Ned & MJ Friendships Masterlist

5 Times MJ Made a Friend (+1 Time She Wanted More) (ao3) - juurensha Pairing: MJ/Peter Rating: General

Summary: It’s hard moving to a new school, but maybe hanging out with a bunch of nerds is exactly what MJ needs. Also, she tells Spiderman to call her MJ because really, who does Peter think he’s kidding?

5 Times Ned Gave Peter His Sweatshirt (ao3) - red_to_black Pairing: Ned/Peter Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Five times Ned Leeds gave Peter his sweatshirt, and one time Peter returned the favour.

(AKA Ned is a dork in love and Peter's a mess but someone has to take care of him. That someone is Ned.)

5 Times Spider-Man Needed Help (ao3) - CivilBores, starsinyourveins Pairing: None Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: ...and the one time Peter Parker did.

All's Fair in Larb and War (ao3) - phonecallfromgod Pairing: Ned/Peter Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Ned Leeds just wants to transition painlessly into college life, but that's easier said than done when Tony Stark has a personal beef with you, Liz Allan's back in town, and your roommate and your superhero boyfriend hate each other (but just don't know it yet).

always slipping from my hands (ao3) - starsinyourveins Pairing: MJ/Peter Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: This has never happened before. The worst she’s seen of Peter’s injuries have been black-and-blue bruises, split lips, bloody noses. But something like this – Peter shaking on her floor, burns wrapped around his side – this is serious. On anyone else, this would be a trip to the ER.

“I’m sorry,” Peter says. "I'm sorry, MJ, your apartment was closest."

(In which Peter looks out for the little guy, and learns how to look out for himself.)

Elevator Mishaps and Identity Reveals (ao3) - HolyKingWasteLand Pairing: None Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Peter takes a moment to take a good look at those around him. They're all terrified; even MJ looks a bit nervous, although she's hiding it well. Guy doesn't look calm anymore, his eyes are wide and frightened, and he flinches at every creak and shift. They're all breathing heavily as they try to stay calm, and it works somewhat, but not a lot.

The box makes an ear-piercing screech, followed by a loud scary grinding noise and then.. they were falling.

OR; Peter gets the Decathlon Team a tour at Stark Industries and something goes wrong, leading to the reveal that Peter is their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

find warmth in the middle of the night (ao3) - aloneintherain Pairing: None Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: 5 times Peter was called out for wearing someone else’s clothes, + 1 time he wasn’t.

Five Times MJ Doesn't Need Rescuing (ao3) - nire Pairing: MJ/Peter, Betty/Ned Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: and one time she still doesn't, but someone else does.

It’s not SELF pity (ao3) - ChocolateAndRedbull Pairing: None Rating: General

Summary: When Peter and Ned come down with the stomach flu, it’s up to MJ to look after her boys

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling Pairing: MJ/Peter Rating: General

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Ned Leed’s field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo Pairing: None Rating: General

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it's Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that's nice.

otters & ants (ao3) - doofusface Pairing: MJ/Peter Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “We don’t talk about the Blaze of Sophomore Year,” Peter replies stoically, lowering his voice in pitch.

“Yeah we do!” Ned calls from the front door. He makes his way over, shoes discarded by the door. “Cindy still thinks we should’ve died.”

“Cindy would be correct, if my loser here didn’t have weird, heightened senses,” MJ replies, crossing her arms.

“‘My loser’? Aw, babe,” Peter coos.

MJ squints at him, trying not to laugh. “Married, Peter. Five years. Almost six.”

party games (ao3) - haleyjqmes Pairing: MJ/Peter, Liz/MJ, Betty/Ned Rating: General

Summary: mj and peter kiss during spin the bottle, and mj forgets the next day. they love each other, they’re dumb. high school party games turn into something so much more

quiet my storm and let me rest (ao3) - abrightgrayworld Pairing: implied MJ/Peter Rating: General

Summary: It's the anniversary of Uncle Ben's death, and Peter is hurting.

Luckily, he has Ned and MJ for best friends.

spilt truth and smudged lies (at least until the inkwell runs dry) (ao3) - SmilinStar Pairing: MJ/Peter Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “I have no idea,” he says, before lowering his voice because he’s still not convinced she’s not listening in on their conversations. The fear is well founded, alright? He swears she looks at him sometimes – with that quirked eyebrow, and penetrating gaze – as if she knows his every secret. And he has secrets. One big, red and blue, spandex covered, web-slinging, secret that no one can find out about. “Who knows anything about Jones?”

And it’s a legitimate question.

He knows next to nothing about their colleague.

Apart from the fact she’s damn good at her job, is incapable of uttering a sentence that isn’t dripping in sarcasm, is a little (a whole lot) intimidating, he knows nothing about Michelle Jones.

Not for lack of trying though.

The Guy in the Chair (ao3) - whumphoarder Pairing: None Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Between having a reckless superhero for a best friend and dealing with his own family’s vast array of issues, Ned gets used to being everyone’s support system.

The New Kid (ao3) - petermanspideyparker Pairing: MJ/Peter, Betty/Ned, Ben/May Rating: General

Summary: Michelle Jones never liked being around people. One day, she's asked to show a new student from Canada around the school. He's short, skinny, and just has the cutest smile. Peter's her first friend, her first crush, and is definitely the love of her life.

triumvirate (ao3) - CivilBores Pairing: MJ/Ned/Peter Rating: General

Summary: tri•um•vi•rate a group of three powerful or notable people or things existing in relation to each other.

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MJ, Ned, and Peter all care about a lot about each other in their own little ways.

#themculibrary #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds #peternedmj #peternedmj masterlist #masterlists

[tomhollandsfandom]

Peter: I'm not tired.

MJ: We're over here, you're talking to a coat.

Peter: Oh, I'm still not tired.

*Peter crashing on the couch and promptly falling asleep*

Ned: Uh-huh. Not at all.

#PeterNedMJ #interwebs #spideychelle #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones

[thompsborn]

Can I get 👉👈 a Flash centric one shot 👉👈 for the song shuffle thing 👉👈

you were good to me by jeremy zucker, chelsea cutler

leavin' isn't better than tryin'

growin', but i'm just growin' tired

now i'm worried for my soul

and i'm still scared of growin' old

you were good to me

and i'm so used to letting go

but i don't wanna be alone

you were good to me

god only knows where our fears go

hearts i've broke, now my tears flow

you'll see that i'm sorry

'cause you were good to me

you were good to me

[send me a character/ship/dynamic/etc. and i’ll put my music on shuffle and write a drabble/one shot based on the first song that plays!]

actually i’m gonna wait to take more shuffle song requests until after i finish the ones i still have in my drafts!!

-

i was debating how i wanted to approach this and then earlier today @peachy-keener sent me messages about flash x harley which i already lowkey shipped before but now,,,,,,,, But Now,,,,,, they live rent free in my brain. but this is flash centric!! this is less harleyflash and more PRE-harleyflash. also post endgame.

the ending is abrupt and not good but i genuinely cannot figure out how i want to move forward so that’s the end! that’s it!

(it isn’t stated explicitly, but peterxnedxmj)

-

tw: rough childhood implications for harley, descriptions of neglectful parenting and verbal abuse, cycle of abuse, getting kicked out of the house, loneliness. it’s a hopeful ending though!! even if it is abrupt and not very good!!

-

Flash meets Harley Keener after the worst morning of his entire fucking life.

They’re going back to school, because of fucking course they are—barely two weeks have passed since Flash reappeared on the steps leading up to MoMA, tripped over his own two feet in his haste to get a grip on his bearings, and prompty slips on a step and lands nose first into the concrete, a crunch filling his ears. The public hasn’t even gotten a full release about what the hell happened—just a basic press conference, where Steve Rogers, clad in stained sweatpants and with bags under his eyes, a side of him that the public has never seen, handed his shield over to a teary eyed Sam Wilson and promised transparency and honesty, the entire story from start to finish with nothing held back, as soon as they recovered enough to give it all.

Flash doesn’t want to go back to school, except for the fact that he definitely does, if only for the chance of semblance of normalcy.

Everything is different now, after the snap. Or, the re-snap—second snap, the return, the blip, whatever the hell people are calling it. He doesn’t care about what it ends up being called. He just knows that nothing is the same, now.

His sister wasn’t one of the ones who lived those five years, crumbled to ash (dust?)just like Flash did, and he despises the meer idea of Jesse staring down at her hands in terror while watching them disappear and him not being there to at least offer comfort, or something, but he’s selfishly grateful, as well. He didn’t miss a second of her growing up. She’s only thirteen to his sixteen, after all—had she lived, he would have come back to his baby sister being a year older than him, likely a completely different person, like all the shells of people he’s seen on the streets, shells that only ignite with life when they find the person they lost. Christ, Jesse could have been one of those shells.

Thinking about it makes shivers run down his spine, his stomach churn.. He hates it. He hates how close he was to losing that.

God, he hates them—his parents, or the sorry excuse of parents that they are. He hates that he’s coming back from being dead for five years to a step-mom and a step-dad, both of whom clearly despise the fact that they’re expected to help raise these two kids who are just lost and terrified and trying to adjust. They both moved to bigger houses—that are, at the very least, still in the same neighborhood and no more than a ten minute walk apart, making it a bit easier to handle when, inevitably, Flash gets shoved into his father’s care while Jesse is lovingly enveloped into their mother’s arms.

Their mother, who seemed to care at least a little bit beforehand—always kept bandaids and juice boxes in stock, just because he had a tendency of scraping his knee in elementary school and always wanted a juice box when he got home. Sometimes, she would brush fingers through his hair and promise that she loved him, even if she knew she was awful as showing it—even if she, willingly or not, would always love her daughter more. She had not loved him like a mother, no, but like someone who at least gave a shit about his general well being.

Something—well, again, everything—has changed since before, because his mom never even looks at him anymore, barely manages a glance in his general direction whenever he happens to be nearby, which has been a lot, because the custody battle—which, of course, his father paid great money to make a priority in the courts, and then blamed Flash for because of how far he had to dip into his wallet to make it happen—has taken most of the two weeks, even though it was that first day he was shoved into his father’s house, like they knew what they wanted, like it wasn’t going to be a battle until Flash and Jesse themselves spoke up about how much they didn’t want to be separated.

Of course. More things to blame Flash about.

Which his father—and his wife, Trudy—both do. Something they like to flaunt in his face at every hour of the day, like it isn’t bad enough that he put up a fight and still ended up separated from Jesse, like he isn’t about to go back to school with a still-healing broken nose and living in a house he doesn’t know in a room that was clearly never supposed to be his and—

He wakes up the day he’s supposed to go back to school and stares at an unfamiliar ceiling and none of the posters that he had up before he disappeared, an alarm clock that must have been invented while he was gone blaring obnoxiously in his ear. It immediately sets his teeth on edge, makes his shoulders tense.

Maybe, he hopes, school will be familiar.

But everything has changed.

The school, itself, isn’t completely different, of course—classes are where they’ve always been, even if the names on the desks have changed; bathrooms are still pretty gross and have that high school bathroom smell that, for the first time in existence, he’s kind of glad to come across, if only because it makes him feel like it’s still 2018 and he’s going to walk out the door and see faces that he actually know.

He opens the door and a tall blonde guy walks into it—nose first, of course, whips his head back with a yelp and brings a hand up to poke at his nostrils, looks down a moment later and frowns at the crimson shining on the tips of his fingers, and then looks up at Flash.

Instead of anger, he grins, all crooked and boyish, and says, “Hey, we match!”

“We...” Flash trails off, confused; this guy doesn’t even sound like a New Yorker. Has the normal New York accent changed, too? The dude sound souther, for fucks sake. “What?”

Bloody fingers point at Flash’s face—actually, really, at his nose, still bandaged. “That. Noses, y’know? Pretty sure that just broke mine, so—”

“Oh, god,” Flash groans, head dropping to his hands. “Please tell me you’re joking, man.”

Stupidly, the guy pokes at his nose again—this time, at the slightly noticable crook towards the end. He sucks in a sharp breath, winces, and says, “Well, it ain’t feelin’ all that great...”

Flash groans again. “Of fucking course I just broke someone’s fucking nose. Of course.”

“Uh...” The guy frowns, glancing down as a drop of blood falls on the tip of his shoe. “S’alright. You didn’t do it on purpose, so—”

Instantly, Flash chokes on a stupidly bitter laugh. “Not like that’ll matter,” he murmurs.

“So,” the guy goes on, either not hearing Flash’s interjection or choosing not to react to it, “I don’t see what the problem is, here.”

“Of course you don’t,” Flash says, laughing again. “No one—” he stops, brows furrowing as he shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter,” he says, shouldering his backpack with a sigh. “C’mon.”

The guy doesn’t follow when Flash starts walking. When he looks back, the guy is visibly confused. “Why am I following you to a random place, and why are you looking at me like I’m the one who’s being weird right now?”

“The office,” Flash says, instead of providing, like, a real answer. The guy looks even more lost, even looks over his shoulder like Flash is talking to someone else entirely. Flash sighs. “I just broke your nose, man. We have to go to the office so you can get it checked out and tell them what happened. Call home, too, probably, since you’re pretty sure it’s actually broken.”

The guy tilts his head. “We?”

Flash’s frown deepens into a grimace. “Yeah.”

“I think I’m a bit confused, here...”

Groaning once again, Flash gestures down the hallway, in the direction he had been trying to walk, and says, “We need to tell them—”

“That I walked into a door?”

“That I broke your nose!” Flash exclaims.

The guy crinkles his nose before immediately flinching and smoothening it out. “You opened a door. The door that broke my nose because I walked into it. That’s not your fault.”

Flash stares at him, beyond confused and borderline incredulous, but he’s also tired and he doesn’t know this guy or most of the people currently attending this school and his dad married a woman who hates him and his mom also apparently hates him now, too, and he’s living in a guest room that he knows was made specifically for Trudy’s parents to visit them and Jesse doesn’t like mom’s new husband (Flash doesn’t know his name; he wasn’t introduced to the guy and was always lost in his head whenever the judge occasionally brought it up during the custody ordeal) and she misses living together but she’s becoming less and less bitter every day, gushes about how much mom spoils her and peppers her face with kisses and cries while blubbering over how much she missed her and, Christ, no one missed him!

No one. No one wanted him to come back.

“Whatever,” he tells this stranger, no longer seeing the guy, no longer caring.

He doesn’t look back when he walks away.

-

Harley Keener—as Flash later learns, since he apparently has fifth period with the guy—is, of course, friends with Parker.

Parker, who Flash will never admit to admiring, will never vocalize how jealous he is of everything that Peter has, greets Harley with a small smile, and maybe, if Flash hadn’t instantly scoffed and looked away, he could have noticed the look of understanding and grief that the both of them wore.

Though, he can’t deny, seeing someone he actually knows makes things easier. Or, at least, it does for a few seconds, until he sees the way that Leeds is quiet, staring down at his hands a lot, looking at Parker like he’s looking at a gravestone, glancing at Jones, who is damn near stoic, with pain in his features. Until he notices all the ways that they’re different, too.

He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, tastes copper, and doesn’t pay attention to the teacher—who he doesn’t fucking know.

Nothing is the same, he thinks.

Not a single god damn thing.

-

Flash finishes his junior year with no friends, bimonthly weekend visits with his sister, and so much anger burning in his veins that he spits insults at anyone who crosses his path, people who don’t get it, who will never understand.

“You’re a fucking hick that’s probably here on scholarship,” Flash snarls when Harley tries to interfere a verbal beating of a random kid who looks like he isn’t old enough to drive just yet.

Harley’s eyes harden, and his nose—not as straight, now, as it once was, a constant reminder of the break that healed just a little bit wrong—crinkles. He looks conflicted about the situation, and Flash knows that Harley has, for the past few months, been nothing but a kind stranger that tries to talk to Flash in the halls, who always asks how he is and how his day is going and doesn’t even deflate when Flash acts like it’s a hinderance, because Flash doesn’t know how to accept kindness, to react when someone seems to give a shit about him.

Jesse cares—loves him, of course. But Jesse is making friends at her school, and she’s adapting in a way that Flash can’t seem to do.

Harley is a person, a random person, who shows interest whenever he has the opportunity to talk to Flash. Who acts like, maybe, he might kind of care, too.

“Do you think anyone gives a shit about you?” Flash asks—seeing Harley’s face in front of him, sure, but his words are directed at only himself, unable to accept the idea of a stranger caring about him. “You’re nothing,” he says. “You don’t fucking matter, alright? No one fucking cares!”

And then, Parker—in a blur of motion, something awful and protective battling on his face—is standing between them. His teeth are bared like an animal, eyes burning, as he spits out, “Do not talk to him like that.”

“Peter,” Harley tries, voice weak.

Having none of it, apparently, Parker ignores his protest, tells Flash, who is shellshocked by seeing Peter genuinely furious for the first time since tripping him in the halls as freshman, “I don’t give a shit what you say to me, Flash, I’ve put up with it for years, but you do not talk like that to—to anyone else, but especially not to one of the only family members I have left!”

A wounded noise rumbles from Harley’s throat, but Flash—Flash is furious. Because, really, at least Parker has people—he has an aunt who is a better parent than either of his have ever been, friends who are so loving and protective that it feels like they’re in love with the guy ninety-nine percent of the time, and Harley, too? Harley, who has tears in his eyes and Flash doesn’t know if it’s because of his words or Peter’s, who reaches forward and yanks Peter back towards him. “Peter,” he says again, more forcefully now. “It’s fine, dude. Let’s just go.”

Parker sets his jaw and glares at Flash like his life depends on it. Flash, of course, decides to open his fucking mouth and says, “Sure, just go back to people who probably hate you—”

He doesn’t know where he’s going with that, but he doesn’t get the chance to before Ned fucking Leeds steps in front of him and swings.

He starts summer with another broken nose.

Sure, he deserves it—but it sucks, nonetheless.

-

At the start of senior year, Harley approaches him and, for some reason, apoligizes

“What?” Flash says—the only that that comes to mind, sometimes standalone, sometimes followed by an even more incredulous the fuck?

“M’sorry,” Harley repeats. “Pete shouldn’t’ve yelled at you like that, and Ned—Christ Almighty, he’s a sweetheart, but him and Michelle would do anything for Pete, and when they thought you were sayin’ that shit to him, there wasn’t nothin’ that could’ve stopped ‘em.”

Flash frowns. “Dude... what the fuck?”

Harley mirrors his frown, tilts his head to the side. “What? Am I not makin’ sense?”

“You’re apologizing,” Flash says. “To me.”

Slowly, Harley nods. “Yeah, I am.”

Flash shakes his head. “Why?”

“‘Cause you weren’t sayin’ that shit to me and Pete, that’s why,” Harley answers, almost matter of fact and simple. “I know it.” All Flash can manage to do is shake his head again, not understanding what the hell Harley is talking about, until Harley glances away, brings a hand up to scratch nervously at the back of his neck, and murmurs, “I mean... I get what it’s like, saying somethin’ about someone else that you really mean about yourself... y’know?”

He doesn’t have any semblance of control when his features go blank, when his shoulders are drawn up, defensive, disbelieveing. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Harley smiles. He smiles. “Yeah, I know what it’s like to play stupid, too. Seriously—I get it.”

No one gets it, Flash thinks.

He doesn’t say it. Or anything, really.

All he does is walk away.

-

He walks away later that day, when Harley tries to approach him. He turns tail and bolts the second he sees blond hair in the distance, whether it’s Harley or not—does this for days, and then weeks, and then—

And then Harley stops trying to approach him.

Flash doesn’t get why that fact makes him heavy, his brain a taunting repetition of knew that no one cared, knew it, knew it, knew it.

Oddly enough, it hurts more than usual.

-

He graduates.

No one is in the crowd for him—his mother planned a vacation with her husband (still nameless, since Flash doesn’t care enough to learn it anyway) and Jesse that just so happened to line up with graduation. Trudy and Harrison stopped acknoledging him entirely a few months after he came back, unless out of absolute necessity and usually with scathing commentary that burn every single time.

A few people clap for him—and he knows, once he sees that it’s Harley and Peter and Ned and Michelle, that he doesn’t deserve it.

Too nice, all of them. Acting like they give a shit.

Always too damn nice.

-

It hits him, after he gets kicked out.

Hits him, suddenly, how badly he fucked it all up. How he took an opportunity that he didn’t deserve and pushed it away. Harley had wanted to be friends, had cared, whether Flash understood why or not, and Flash had been awkward and unsure and ruined everything.

He sits on the curb with a suitcase. Only one, because it’s all he had time to pack before being shoved harshly onto the streets.

Though he wants to, he doesn’t cry.

-

It’s a miracle that the number hasn’t changed.

It’s an even bigger miracle that Harley, apparently, never deleted his number after what happened, after obtaining it only because he had prompted Flash about wanting to join the Decathlon team and asked if he could text him questions about it later that day, before—

Well. Before, but after. Before Flash destroyed what he didn’t even gave, but after everything shifted, changed, began to hurt.

Miraculous doesn’t even begin to describe the slightly hopeful tone when Harley answers and, without hesitating, asks, “Flash? You there?”

Doesn’t deserve it—god, Flash should be getting spat on right now—but he needs it, now more than ever. Holding his phone tighter, he stammers out a shaky, “Y-Yeah.”

“What’s wrong?”

Maybe his voice gave it away. Maybe the fact that he’s reaching out at all. Maybe Harley just knows. Flash isn’t sure the how about it, only able to focus on making his tongue cooperate with him as he breathes out a broken kind of, “I’m sorry, I—about everything, but I—I have no one else to call and you were—the only one, y’know, who was—who was nice to me—”

There’s a faint jingle. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know,” Flash whispers, trying to blink through the tears that suddenly fill his eyes, swallowing roughly. “I just—I started walking, once it hit that I didn’t know where I should go, and I—fuck, I shouldn’t have called.”

“‘ey,” Harley says, tone—firm, angry. “I dunno what you’re thinkin’, but I’m the best person you could have called. I’m on my way, okay?”

Flash closes his eyes. “You shouldn’t.”

“Well,” Harley says, “I’m not turnin’ around.”

-

He doesn’t cry.

He doesn’t, untill Harley steps out of a car wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt that’s inside out. Then, of course, he sobs.

Then, of course, Harley cares, like he never should have, and hugs Flash.

Jesse is the only person who has ever hugged him. His mother, almost, when he was really young, but—but no one else. No one.

In Harley’s arms, he melts.

#my writing #still dont know the ship name for peternedmj bc im idiot (: #harleyflash #peternedmj #idfk

[funnyincorrectmcu]

peter x michelle x ned

I tend to struggle a little bit with poly relationships, but I love Peter, Ned, and Michelle so much as a friendship trio that I honestly could totally see them working together as a poly relationship too, so sure! I can dig it! 

#ask game #marvel #mcu #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds #peternedmj #poly!trio

[seek--rest]

do you have any peternedmj fic recs? every so often i reread deniigi’s inimitable series which has background peternedmj to die for but have never found anything else that hits the spot (although i haven’t looked in a while)

lots of love as always

I do not and I think that is a damn shame

But I’m open to recs

#seek speaks

[enragedbisexual]

the lack of peternedmj on this app is truly a crime against humanity

#im hurt ok #the content that i haVe seen is so good & i need more of it #now !! #peternedmj #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones #peterned #interwebs #spideychelle #marvel #mcu #spider man

[str4wbees]

(this is me projecting so if it seems specific that's why lol) i can't stop thinking about peter and his anxiety. like, it obviously isn't as bad when he's spider-man because he can walk into a bank and fight robbers, go after arms dealers, etc, but as peter parker, transitioning high schooler? it's through the roof. ned and mj help him through the school day, walking him to classes and opening the door for him since he has a thing about those germs. when word got out that he was trans, mj was always with him. 24/7. she changed her schedule and classes around so she could be with him all throughout the day. if anyone wanted to cross him, they'd have to go through her. he's the walk-on-eggshells, deer-in-headlights, timid type. scared to do almost anything for fear of getting in the way or being an inconvenience. ned talks for him most days and especially on ones where he's completely nonverbal, and he does things like lend him his hoodie and hold him tightly in the hallways because the noise got too much for him. mj is good at calming him down from panic attacks, meltdowns, or just getting too wound up. she takes him to the detention room, gives him earbuds, and puts on the special playlist she made for these moments. she sits on his lap because he likes the pressure and sketches whatever's on her mind. most times, once he's calmed down a little, he'll take out an earbud to listen to the sounds of her pencil on the paper. he'll rest his head on her shoulder and take a deep breath. it's rare, even for him to see, but she smiles, and shows him what she's been working on. it's peter, with the suit on, hanging upside down from a web with his headphones on. there's a trans flag pin by his shoulder, and a text bubble that reads something like, "@#%! the noise!" in a comic book style. peter smiles and leans back, concentrates on the weight of mj on top of him. it may be hard, but he'll never get too bad as long as he has the two of them.

#this was longer than i expected !!!! #trans peter parker #autistic peter parker #peternedmj #peterned #petermj #spideychelle #interwebs #nedpeter #spider man: far from home #spider man: homecoming #ffh #sm:ffh #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds #avengers: infinity war #avengers: endgame #a:iw #a:eg #interwebs hc #spideychelle hc #hc #mine #polyamourus pride #my hc