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for peter i hope this is okay~

[nextdoors]

Always the most okay. <3

[peterparker]

A w k w a r d.

So awkward, he'd probably forgotten how to spell the word properly. He'd been dating MJ for- for how long now? (Okay, so remembering dates and times wasn't exactly his strong suit either.) It had been a while. She'd helped him through what had happened with Gwen, become the one place of safety in a storm. It wasn't like Peter really spoke to her about it; that had never been his way of dealing with problems, out loud like that; but she'd been present, and she'd known how to deal with what wasn't being said in a way Peter hadn't known could feel so much like help and even more like home. She didn't keep texting, on nights where he didn't have a lot to say. She insisted on going out for cheeseburgers sometimes, even though it was eleven at night, and even though Peter was in a mood, and she even insisted he was paying for them; and he did, and suddenly, is mood wasn't so black anymore. She didn't ask about the crack in the wall that hadn't been there before, when he'd hit it, on Gwen's birthday. She didn't give him that worried stare that Aunt May did, the one that made him feel guilty to his core for not being stronger, even if she was feeling it.

And as a result, maybe it was the most honest relationship Peter had ever been in. Maybe in just knowing things, just fitting like that, he and MJ worked. A nice, easy, natural lead-in from friends to best friends, from best friends to dating. She'd filled all those gaps in his life, in one fell swoop. Like something he didn't even know he'd been missing out on.

So it felt seriously pretty weird to be standing at her door, and to have dropped his bag just as she'd gone to open it, unzipped, his uh- 'uniform' just. Kinda sitting there.

Okay, so maybe not the most openly honest relationship in the whole wide world, but uh...

"...I do kid's birthday parties?" Tried, looking blankly from the spider-man suite back to her face with the sort of nervous, brief smile that was all teeth and which promised he was lying.

Well, he had been thinking about picking up another part-time job...

[nextdoors]

"At night?"

MJ pursed her lips at him, thisclose to holding her tongue like she's done for so long now. He wasn't the only one keeping a secret. Technically, they're keeping the same one-- he just wasn't aware of it. But she'd known who is he and what he does at night ever since he crawled out of the upstairs window next door one night and she stayed up all night until he came back, just to prove to herself that she hadn't imagined it. She hadn't, sometime around dawn, the same blue and red spandex swung into the same window and MJ didn't need more proof than that.

It would've been nice if he said it, actually told her what he was up to and sometimes it really grated on her nerves when he told her some stupid excuse why he had to leave right now and do what. Take pictures of Spiderman? Forgot there was a thing at the place with the people and the yeah? Please, Peter she wasn't that stupid, just stupid in other ways. Stupidly in love with him and aware of the fact that pushing Peter to talk about things, to say what's going on in his head, to make him tell her about Gwen and Spiderman and all the guilt he's carrying on his shoulders-- it's not how to handle it with him.

Then again, she was never that good at filtering her mouth.

"Peter, come on." Pause, head tilt, looking him straight in the eye. "Did you really think I didn't know?"