SWINGIN' HERE.

#ARACHNYEDS      :          an   independent      &      selective         PETER   BENJAMIN   PARKER      from      marvel’s   THE   AMAZING   SPIDER-MAN   1   +2.      film   based   with   comic   and   personal   influences.      no   way   home   compliant.      admin   is   twenty-five.      mdni.

    smash or pass, she says. teasingly. daring him to lie.       @wasntmj​​

open post.

“           y’know  ,    most  people  would  be  runnin’   in  the  other  direction.        ”      

bold :      always   applies     •     italics :      sometimes   applies    or   partner   specific     •     bold   +   italics :      favorite     •     strike :      never   applies     •     no emphasis :  neutral   .

@arachnyeds liked for a starter

He can’t believe he’s getting to see him again. Not only - because he never thought they’d be able to break through the multiverse again - but because he was one of basically nobody in the world who knew who Peter was, and if he was nearly in tears just from the sight of him –

“Peter. Peter! Oh man - hey - hey, man -”

in   a   world      (      a   multi-verse!      )      where   anything   seemed   possible,   he   doesn’t   expect   this      :      his   heart   warms,   blossoming   with   fierce   affection   at   the   familiar   sight.         the   youngest   of   them,      who’s   already   seen   so   much,   and   just   as   brave.         if   not   more,      at   times.      

“            hey,      kid!           ”          his   excitement   quickly   ebbs,   when   he   gets   a   better   look   at   him.         he   knows   that   face.     god,      does   he   know   that   face.      it’s   the   same   one   he   wore   when   he   felt   like   breaking,   but   desperately   tried   not   to.      brows   furrowing,   his   approach   quietens,   concern   lacing   his   tone;      soft   but   ever   -   present.

starter for  :   @labcoatblondie​

there’s   a   sinking   feeling   in   his   stomach,      like   stones   dropping   down   a   ravine;      caught   in   free   fall,   with   no   web   or   safety   net   to   catch   him.      it’s   inevitable,   he   thinks,   but   that   doesn’t   make   it   any   easier.         it   doesn’t   stop   his   heart   from   breaking.            gwen,   gwen,      gwen      :      will   you   ever   forgive   me?

mutuals only.   will most likely be one liners or short paras that we can build upon.  if you prefer, feel free to reach out in order to plot something!  capping at 10 for now.

he’s babbling.   something about crunch time   —   does he means exams ?  —   until he stumbles,   ‘m not like,  in school anymore,   and mary jane couldn’t stop the chuckle from bubbling out from her throat.    he’s cute,   she decides,   and she tells him that.    ❝    you’re cute.   ❞    which is   -   totally normal.   mary jane knows she’s flirtatious,   sue her,   but it really doesn’t have to mean anything beyond just telling this perfectly honestly cute regular that he is,  indeed,  cute.   

but geez,  if nabila had overheard that,  she would’ve teased mary jane till whoever knows when.   i told you he’s like,  that nerdy kid hot.   totally would’ve asked him out if i’m not already with drew.  nabila had thrown herself over the counter weeks ago,   sighing over the lack of potential.   mary jane had remembered looking over,  peering over the diner’s retro-style booths and noticing the regular for the first time.   dark hair,  perpetually-solemn eyes.   very ala edward cullen,  if edward cullen’s taller and,  she supposes,  brown-haired.   was edward cullen brown haired or was robert pattinson blonde then ?  

mary jane wasn’t sure.   she hadn’t thought much of it then,  just threw the rag she’d been using to wipe the counter back at nabila’s face,   smiling,  and told her to get to work.

the thank to stella catches her off guard,  though;   brings her back to the conversation.   mary jane shakes her head,   still smiling:   ❝    oh geez,   no.   stella’s much grumpier.   blonde,   loves chewing gum.   ❞    stella also looks like she’d rather be anywhere else than at work when she does clock in,   but mary jane decides not to indulge the regular that.   ❝    my apron,  uh  —  coffee was spilled today.   a lot.   i swear i’m a decent waitress though  ——     it’s mary jane.   my name ?   ❞ 

embarrassment  burns  hot  in  his  veins,  coloring  his  cheeks  and  neck  more  than  a  little  red  as  his  brain  catches  up  with        ——          well,    everything.      the  days  have  always  blended  together  to  some  degree,  but  this  is    (      thankfully      )      the  first  time  he’s  ever  gotten  this  turned  around  in  his  own  head.          graduated,    parker.      you  graduated  already  …  .    barely!    no  one  ever  told  him  just  how  difficult  to  work  -  life  -  hero  balance  would  be,  and  god,  if  it  doesn’t  leave  him  running  on  fumes  more  often  than  not.    crossing  universes  was,  honestly,  the  closest  thing  he’s  had  to  a  vacation,  ever.      part  of  him  kind  of  misses  it,  but  the  other  part  is  happy  to  be  home,  even  if  it  means  being  back  to  making  a  fool  of  himself  on  a  regular  basis.        in  front  of  someone  who  just  looks  exceptionally  kind      (      and  objectively  pretty,    just  to  rub  salt  in  the  wound    ).        just  the  typical  parker  luck,    it  seems.    

            “        thank you?            ”

he’s  able  to  talk  at  least,  even  if  he’s  a  little  bewildered  on  why  she  isn’t  looking  at  him  like  he’s  lost  all  of  his  nuts  and  bolts;    wide  eyes  blinking,    a  little  less  confused  and  letting  himself  smile,  even  if  it’s  sheepish.    it  was  one  of  those  times  where  he  wishes  the  ground  would  open  and  swallow  him  whole,  so  he  could  continue  being  unseen.    it’s  too  late  now,  and  frankly,  as  embarrassed  as  he  is,    his  feet  and  legs  don’t  seem  to  be  working,  ignoring  his  silent  pleas  to  move,  make  up  some  half-hearted  excuse  and  leave.        

“                oh!          uhm,    that’s  okay.      i  mean,  it  happens,  right?    i  don’t  think  that  makes  you  a  bad  waitress,  and  that’s  why  there  are  aprons        ——              ”          

  his  brain  screeches  to  a  halt,  catching  up  with  the  words  tumbling  out  of  his  mouth  on  instinct;  an  he’s  left    staring  at  her  for  a  moment,  before  snapping  his  mouth  shut.    it’s  not  that  peter  thinks  no  one  else  is  allowed  to  have  that  name.    while  maybe  not  particularly  common,  it’s  far  from  rare.    but,  he’s  a  man  of  science;    which  means  statistics,  and  probability.    the  likelihood  of  someone  in  his  world  having  that  name?    pretty  likely,  definitely.    having  someone,  with  that  name,  be  at  his  favorite  late-night  spot,  though?    a  coincidence,  maybe.    but  the  universe  is  rarely  so  lazy.

“          mary  jane.      that’s  a    …  .      really  pretty  name!      it  suits  you  way  more  than  stella,     ha.        ‘m  just  peter.      and  i  come  here  way  too  much,  which  you  already  knew.    wow,    am  i  still  talking?    must  be  the  coffee,  yeah.       ”