she watched me roll a joint 🐈⬛❤️
she watched me roll a joint 🐈⬛❤️
Thinking about Peter Parker and Mary Jane having an extremely jewish wedding <3
More MJ being happy with a proper partner.
Tom Holland and Zendaya spotted together today
Amazing Spider-Man (2018-2022) #75-76 art by Patrick Gleason
Who’s excited for Mary Jane and Black cat
Because I am
I am very excited
spoiler free | part three | word count: 2k
summary: after peter makes the brilliant decision of revealing his biggest secret, gwen stacy joins your efforts in bringing the old harry osborn back
warnings: panic attack, stydia reference, fluff, angst, f!reader
part one, part two | masterlist!
“Gwen,” you approached her carefully the next day when Peter had finally gone home. It took a shit ton of convincing on your end but he finally conceded when your stubborn nature didn’t allow otherwise. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” She looked up from her laptop curiously, pushing aside her assignment in favor of listening to your news. “Why are you wearing that? It’s like seventy degrees outside.”
Having her full attention made you squirm uncomfortably, unsure of how to tell her that her ex-boyfriend was now a murderous shell of who he used to be.
Yeah, it didn’t roll off the tongue nicely.
You ignored her question over your scarf. “I’m not sure how to tell you this but—“
“—I’m Spider-Man.” The voice made you jump ten feet in the air, heart racing like you’d just ran a marathon.
“What?!” You spluttered, whipping around to face Peter. His sudden entrance startled you, hands flying everywhere as you tried to distract Gwen from his idiotic confession.
It didn’t do anything but make the situation more chaotic— Gwen gaping like a fish and stuttering odd syllables. To top it all off, Peter fucking Parker was standing in the middle of the room calmly, acting as if he hadn’t spilled New York’s biggest secret.
He must’ve come in through the window again— hell maybe he never even left, you were in the bathroom when he said goodbye —
“I’m telling you this because I need your help, Gwen,” Peter explained slowly. “You’re the only one Harry will listen to.”
“We can’t be sure—” You hissed.
“It’s our only chance. If he says no, then we’ll know he’s truly gone… and we’ll do what we have to do.”
You and Peter shared a long look, conversation passing through your eyes.
Gwen unsympathetically destroyed the moment, still shocked to the bone. “I’m sorry— you said Spider-Man?” Her tone was disbelieving and you didn’t even have to turn to know that Peter had an idiotic lightbulb moment.
You shook your head and grabbed your forehead. “Oh God.”
… The next thing you knew— you were on the roof of your apartment complex, listening to Gwen’s screams as Peter swung them around the block. You couldn’t lie— watching the horrified look on her face was pretty funny.
From this distance, you could see the strong grip your friend had on Spider-Man’s neck (you wouldn’t be surprised if he was gasping for air under the mask).
A short swing had Gwen absolutely convinced.
“Never do that again,” she grimaced, looking awfully green. “And I’ll never doubt a word that comes out of your mouth.”
Peter ripped the mask off, rubbing his sore neck with a laugh. “It was fun.”
“It was attempted murder!” Gwen corrected incredulously.
Suddenly, the laugh died on your lips, a ghost of a smile lingering as you shared a glance with Pete. His eyes burned into yours with a sense of urgency and protectiveness.
Gwen noticed the change in your demeanors, glancing between you slowly. “…what?”
You pursed your lips hesitantly, adjusting the scarf that hid yesterday’s nightmare. Your chin was covered in a thick layer of concealer and thankfully, your other injuries were concealed under layers of clothes.
After everything, you still put everyone before yourself… which is why you hesitated to break Gwen’s heart.
Peter noticed this, the fierce sense of protectiveness multiplying— your kindness was your greatest strength and weakness.
He wanted to trust Gwen, but he found himself inching towards you. Harry’s betrayal created a distrust in everyone for him but you.
“We should go back inside,” you suggested reluctantly. “You’re gonna want to sit down for this…”
The plan was in full swing; it didn’t take much for Gwen to agree to visit Harry. Of course, it was under the protection of Spider-Man. She may still love Harry Osborn but she wasn’t a lovesick idiot— she could see the bruises on your body clear as day.
Though it shook you to the very bone, you were back at the Osborn house, hiding in a crevice of the building. Pressed up against your best friend, you tried desperately to control your breathing.
“Y/N,” he whispered your name like syrup. His warm breath fanned over your hooded eyelids. “Y/N, look at me,” he begged, rubbing his hands on your shaking arms.
Tears welled in your eyes from the frustration of not getting your emotions under control. Gwen was the one risking her life— not you. You shouldn’t be panicking right now.
Insides clenching in pain, Peter pushed the hair away from your face, tucking the loose strands behind your ears. Gently, he placed his palms on your warm cheeks.
They moved up and down from your quick puffs of air, unstable under his touch. “You shouldn’t be here,” he breathed. “It’s too much.”
“No,” you sniffed. “No, I need to be here for Gwen. I need to make sure nothing happens to her.”
Your selflessness made Peter clench his jaw. “This is the last thing I want to tell you but I need you to breathe with me… I need you to focus…”
If his theory was correct, Harry’s transformation would include a heightened sense of hearing, which would make it easy for him to hear your rapid heart and hyperventilating.
You nodded rapidly, trying your best to hold your breath but your lungs were screaming for air. Your fingers dug into Peter’s arms, little crescents forming on his skin.
The hero could hear Harry and Gwen’s conversation stop abruptly. “What was that?”
Gwen laughed nervously. “What was what?”
Fuck… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The conversation had been going smoothly—Harry surprisingly kept his newfound temper at bay.
Peter heard cautious footsteps approaching the area and he panicked, pulling you even closer and doing the only thing his fear-stricken brain could think of…
Everything stopped so suddenly. It felt like the air had been vacuumed from the room; your breathing, your anxiety and everything just shut down, the only feeling you could register was Peter’s lips on yours…
Your knees gave, body surrendering to his control.
This was new… this was different…
Yes, a line you’d crossed before but it was years ago— an awkward kiss in grade school.
But right now, this sensation was thrilling and possessive. As if the lips that were claiming yours had endlessly longed for just one taste.
Peter held your frame tightly against his, leaving your brain clueless as to where you began and where he ended. Something in your stomach twisted deliciously, craving more and more of his senseless kiss.
A heat travelled down your spine, the small closet seemingly rising in temperature as Peter took it a notch further, momentarily forgetting about the ticking time bomb right outside the door.
It seemed he couldn’t get enough of you; letting himself finally give into his deepest desires left him starved, going in for more and more until you were left breathless against his scorching lips.
He tried to sense any hesitance but there was none— your hands finding their way to his hair and curling the long strands hungrily. Your scent was intoxicating, the fragrance of your favorite shampoo fogging his brain and the taste of the strawberries you’d had for lunch tempting him to dive deeper into uncharted waters—
—Harry. The thought came rushing back to him like a train. Time resumed as soon as his lips left yours, his ears tuning into every minuscule sound in his radius.
But his eyes were stuck on yours, his chest falling up and down in sync with yours.
A passionate gleam sparkled in your gaze, your brain catching up with your body suddenly but it didn’t bring the anxiety back. Instead, it shot a thrill down your spine.
Kissing Peter was singlehandedly the best sensation you’d ever experienced in your life.
And if it weren’t for the pressing circumstances, you would’ve kissed your best friend again.
But Harry’s voice captured your attention, pushing the toe-curling moment to the back of your brain.
…He was rejecting Gwen, telling her that he had a different trajectory in life— far from the path she’d laid out for herself. Telling her he wished she hadn’t bothered him because he slowly losing control to the monster that was rotting his soul.
From the crack of the door, you saw Gwen glance over when Harry turned away. The defeat in her eyes was crystal clear.
That’s it. You realized dishearteningly. Harry Osborn was gone.
It took some digging into Oscorp’s shady business dealings but Peter was able to find enough questionable evidence to send law enforcement straight to Harry’s door.
After a thorough investigation and the discovery that Harry had murdered an Oscorp employee in his rage over the serum, the former friend was shipped off to the Ravencroft Institute, a special situation called for by his rapidly developed disease.
As expected, Gwen was crushed, disguising her pain with her outgoing humor but you knew her better than she thought…
With your support, she gradually got back on her feet…
Mary Jane… well she wasn’t really in the picture anymore. Avoiding all three of you as soon as the drama with Harry started.
But you did manage to get an answer out of her when you saw her on the first day back from Spring Break.
“It might sound stupid.” She explained to you earnestly. “But I really liked Peter. And for a second, I thought he liked me too. I might be upset with him but I have no reason to hold a grudge against you…”
You furrowed your eyebrows. She continued, “I know you love him… and I guess some part of me hoped he didn’t love you too. But he does and there’s nothing I can do to change that… besides, it’s not really my place.”
Swallowing visibly, Mary Jane gave you a tight smile. “I hope you’re happy together… truly.”
And that was the last time you spoke to her, seeing her in the halls occasionally but never exchanging anything more than a simple wave…
And as for you and Peter…
Well let’s just say, both of you were slapped with utter surprise when you both confessed your deep feelings for each other.
It exceeded a profound admiration for each other— it was a love deeply woven into your veins.
And you both realized there really wasn’t any point in denying it any longer. There truly wasn’t anyone else that could make you feel as alive as Peter and vice-versa.
You each ruined everyone else for each other and you were fine with that. More than fine, actually— content with that.
The only thing that changed was what little boundaries the two of you had, they were torn down, replaced with the filling of a void you didn’t even know you had.
While the process of figuring out your feelings had undoubtedly changed your life forever, you wouldn’t change the journey for the world…
“I love you,” Peter whispered for the first time one night, head resting against the bare skin of your chest, face nuzzled toward your warmth.
Your heart stuttered. Then it started beating once again— this time fully for him.
Repeating the words could never fully translate the way you felt about him but you had a lifetime to reveal every bit of your heart to him. And this thought comforted you as you uttered your genuine response. “I love you.”
Pulling him up to your face, he washed over you like a crashing wave. It was exquisite, loving someone the way you loved Peter Parker.
And as your lips danced in a slow waltz, you could feel his intense passion for you as well.
It left you breathless, the fervor of his actions drowning you into a state of bliss…
If this is what drowning feels like, then you hope you never catch another breath of air.
yeah. now i’m done.
first of all, thank you for all the comments and reblogs i’ve been receiving these past few days. i love each and every one of you <33
sorry if this 3-part ‘fic’ made absolutely no sense. it was originally just one long part (totaling 13k words) but it seemed too messy and rushed and it probably still seems that way but oh well.
working on contingency ch 3
working on requests (if you’ve sent a message/request to my inbox and you haven’t received a response yet, just know i appreciate everything you’ve sent me and it’s definitely in my drafts)
i’ll still accept requests but it’ll take a hot minute for me to get to it
— elle <333
general/tasm!peter parker taglist:
@idli-dosa @equivocalshit @nikkitc0703 @golden-hoax @pogueslandia
Mary Jane Watson by Carlos Gomez
I drew Mary Jane Watson with funky makeup because I can
A preview of Mary Jane & Black Cat: Beyond #1
MARY JANE AND BLACK CAT: BEYOND #1
Black Cat has been kidnapped, and the only person who can save her is…MARY JANE WATSON?! Mary Jane has never liked Felicia Hardy, and now she has to save her life?! But remember, this is the Black Cat we’re talking about. Things are never quite what they seem.
Written by: Jed MacKay Art by: Carlos Villa Cover by: Sabine Rich Page Count: 36 Pages Release Date: January 26, 2022
Ummm....The solicit doesn’t sound accurate.
MCU MJ is my absolute fav. No one could do that role better than Zendaya but if Sony is looking for an MJ for TASM3 then may I propose Momina Mustehsan cuz not only does she have model looks and can rock red hair but she has an exceptionally sweet disposition and in my mind she's perfect for the role. Bonus is that she's Pakistani so a brown woman as MJ after getting a black MJ would be amazing too and I know Marvel won't give me my brown Muslim Gwen Stacy so if Sony would give me this I would be so happy.
LOOK AT HER!
She's stunning both in terms of "girl next door" but has the aura of a model. Also she has a really sweet voice and is a singer by profession so if they wanna go with a Broadway or musician MJ route like Raimi's MJ then she would kill the vocals on that too (seriously, check out the song Afreen Afreen if you're interested in hearing her singing voice. The screen shots are from her most recent song tho called Sajan Das Na).
I love the idea of her name being "Maryam" because that's the non European variation of the name Mary and then the J in her name could be from "Jaan" which means life in Urdu and a popular term of endearment so in my mind her family calls her Maryam Jaan lovingly and after a while it just becomes such a part of her that her nickname becomes MJ with both letters cuz going by just Maryam feels weird.
Anyway this is just my personal wish for TASM3 MJ which I know won't happen but I'm gonna keep this hc/fc close to my chest as long as I can. Would love to hear other opinions on it too.
i post a lot about dostoevsky and kafka because they're the most memeable of the european writers born in the 19th century that I'm obsessed with but it may surprise long-time followers to know that i like chekhov and george eliot (aka mary ann evans) at least as much if not better than those two
Peter has Mary Jane's ringtone set to the Rick James song
Spider-Man writers are always trying to keep Peter and Mary Jane separate cuz they think they can make a better love interest only for her to swing back into Peter's life sooner or later when they realize they can't
petermj serves all of the tropes like we are talking friends to lovers, slowburn, second love, soulmates, love is an active choice and i will always choose you, our family always knew, the model and the photographer, even in the death I'll crawl to her, that life changing kiss, girlboss and malewife, married couple that never leaves the honeymoon stage, so in love the devil had to break them up like ugh love them