“I like music,” she breezily informed him when they were thirteen. Peter Parker had been standing off to the side, on the edges of the orientation for Midtown School of Science & Technology, when a girl with deep-set eyes and buyout curls approached him. He had thought he was invisible, or hoped it, but the music lover had seen him.

Later, he would learn she was very observant.

Peter cleared his throat and turned around to look for anyone else she might have been addressing, but it was just him. She had crossed a room full of brilliant peers to talk to the lonely boy in the corner. He wondered if she was some kind of superhero, looking out for the little guys.

He couldn’t help it, he smiled. “Me too,” he replied.

She rested her shoulder against the wall and turned her gaze on the gym floor where all of the other Midtown acceptees were talking, “What kind of music?”

“My Uncle Ben and I like to go to grunge concerts. He says everything after 90s rock n roll is autotuned garbage.” Peter tugged on the paws of his long-sleeved shirt nervously. “By the way, I’m Peter.”

“Michelle Jones,” she introduced herself.

“Cool,” he ducked his head to hide a blush. She was very pretty, his Midtown Orientation protector, and he wasn’t sure it was very nice to notice such things. May was always chastising him for gaping openly at girls, but, gosh, they were so pretty. Especially this girl.

She gnawed on her lip anxiously and he considered that maybe he was not the only one that felt out of place in the grand school with all of these smart kids. “Queens,” he added, as an afterthought.

Michelle tucked some runaway curl behind her ear, “Brooklyn.”

“Cool. Cool. ….cool,” he repeated a third time. “I like Brooklyn.”

She raised her eyebrow at him dubiously, “Have you ever been?”

Peter shook his head, “Uh. No.”

“I’ll take you some time,” she had said.


“I like music,” she echoed again when they were seventeen. She was sitting on her fire escape in Brooklyn between his legs with her back squared against his chest.

Peter easily ran his thumb up and down her arm. He hid a smile in her curls, “Oh?”

“Everybody likes music, Parker,” she snuggled deeper into the ring of his arms. “Don’t be deranged.”

“You know, I promised to take you to Brooklyn sometime.” She gestured to the horizon broadly with her arms, “What do you think?”

Peter kissed her shoulder and hummed contently, “I love it.”

Ships and stuff!!

Hey everyone! These are the ships I will write for, just drop one in my ask box! I’ll try my best to answer them, I’m in yr 10 and I’m getting lots of homework oof

Voltron

Klance

Hance

Plance

Shance

Kidge

Shallura

Shatt

Latte (lance x matt)

Asdashi

Marvel

Peter x Ned

Mj x Shuri

Stucky

ThorBruce

Yuri!!! On Ice

Victuuri

Otayuri

Musicals

Bmc

BoyfRiends

Stagedorks

Pinkberry

RichJake

Theatre Lesbians (Jenna x Christine)

Dear Evan Hansen

TreeBros

Alana x Zoe

Evan x Zoe

Heathers

Jd x Veronica

Heather Mc x Veronica (it seems cute shush)

Hamilton

Lams

Hamliza

John x Peggy

Peggy x Mulligan

Mulligan x Laffayte

i mainly write gay shit WHOOPS

I DON’T WRITE SMUT, JUST FLUFF AND ANGST

Peter: May? I’m back.

May: Where were you this whole time?

Tony, from outside the window: *mouthing* Internship

Peter: Ginger dip

Tony: Just ground him

Peter quill: *roasts Tony’s plan*

PQ: *sasses Tony to hell and back*

PQ: *actually leaves Tony speechless*

Peter Parker, a teenager, seeing his dad get sassed by someone for once instead of the other way round: I’M!!! HAVING?? THE TIME?!?!!1!? OF MY!!!!! LIFE!!1!1!!