I Am Dying It's Sooooooo Good!!!! AhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MJ Peter Friendship Lovely!!! Matt And

I am dying it's sooooooo good!!!! AhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MJ Peter friendship lovely!!! Matt and Peter angst amazing!!!!!! I am jumping with joy from this it's so good. Why are there no spideydevil HP au(s)???? Fantastic work amazing I love it thank you.

Send me fluffy and/or romantic drabble requests?

Well you tagged spideydevil in it. Which is basically my calling card at this point so. Spideydevil. (who's surprised?) also btw did you ever finish the harry potter au when their adults? Thank you if you do the drabble. Have a splendid good friday and rest of week.

So, I've been avoiding harry potter stuff and honestly completely forgot about this AU!! I'm really sorry ^^; I only had an outline, so I wrote out the first scene real quick when I got home :) Not exactly fluffy or romantic yet, but it tickles my need for angst

"Parker." Matt didn't bother knocking, instead strolling confidently into the Potion Master's office with a swish of his dark robes.

Peter lazily looked up from his stacks of notes for a few seconds. "Professor Murdock," he greeted the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor in the least annoyed voice he could muster at the moment. 

The students would arrive the day after next and he had lots of preparations left: lesson plans to finalize, ingredients to organize, and a litany of other tasks. Peter didn’t have time for distractions, especially ones which came from Matthew Murdock. When he accepted the position at the last minute, he expected to come into a somewhat organized office and classroom. Instead, he found everything utterly empty. Not even a lesson plan from any of the previous professors. 

Thinking back to his time as a student, he knew he shouldn’t be surprised. Back then he often thought the professors just made up their lectures the night before- and Mary Jane had laughed openly at him, calling the very idea foolish. Now, he wasn't so sure he was far off. 

The previous potions professor was, however, kind enough to leave a copy of her debut romance novel. It currently was filling most of the rubbish bin next to his desk, the sultry cover mocking him every time he caught a glimpse. A reminder of his utter lack of romance in his life.

As if in cue, his meandering thoughts were interrupted by Matt tapping his knuckles against one of the few bare spots on his desk. "Did you get the list of potions I left?" 

Matt leaned on his cane, the action drawing Peter's focus to the purple gem at its top. Peter desperately wanted to ask about it, study it like he had so many relics before. "Oh, the list you slid under my door last night?" Peter grit his teeth to keep his annoyance from bubbling over. His morning began with finding the length of parchment on his floor, complete with a scribbled list of potions and a demand to have them ready by certain dates. 

"That's the one. I adjusted my lecture order and need to change the date I'll need the polyjuice by."

"Oh, well let me get right on that," Peter said flatly, not looking up. “Did the last professor do all of this for you?"

"I never asked the last two. Professor Figh was an incompetent fool who nearly blew his own arm off by adding the wrong ingredient in the middle of a lecture, and Professor Lovely was too focused on… other matters. She only took the position as a favor to the headmaster, brilliant at potions but had no passion for it."

"So, why ask me?” Peter leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms defensively. By accepting the position Peter knew there would be times he would need to interact with the other professors– Matt included. Civil, polite, but never personal. That was his plan. Avoid unnecessary interactions, keep his distance– apparently Matt had other ideas. A rare bubble of anger began to surge within him, and Peter was slow to soothe the emotion, allowing it to fester for a moment as a reminder of the past. Was Matt so unaffected by the past that he could so casually demand favors, did he truly believe Peter would just go on pretending like nothing happened between them? Like his heart hadn’t been utterly crushed? 

Matt was silent for a few breaths before shifting his weight and saying, “You’re brilliant at potions and my lessons benefit greatly from practical demonstrations.” He breathed deeply before adding, “And we made a good team last time we were both here.” 

“Out.” Peter stood, slamming his open palms against the desk as his anger surged. When Matt didn’t so much as flinch, Peter forced himself to continue. “You and I remember that differently. I’ll make the potions for you, because it benefits the students.”

With a stiff nod of acknowledgment, Matt quickly turned on his heel and quickly retreated from Peter’s office. The moment his robes swished around the corner, Peter sagged down to his chair, dreading the year to come. 

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Thanks for reading :)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I AM DYING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Send me a word + a ship or character for a headcanon:

Spideydevil

I found a couple words from the random generator whatever gets the creative juices flowing: crime, novel, museum, or preparation.

They are seemed like interesting jumping off points or if you hate all my options search up random word gen till you find something you like.

Keeping these fluffy for once n.n Thanks for sending them!

Crime:

Once during a drunken game of 'never have I ever' it came out that Peter was the one who left empty milk cartons in the fridge back during his college days. According to Matt, leaving an empty *anything* in the fridge is a high crime and he jokingly suggested he was rethinking asking Peter to move in with him. Which is how Peter found out Matt was ready for the next step in their relationship.

Novel:

As a joke, Peter translates a bunch of fluffy Daredevil fanfiction into braille, binds it to look like a regular book, and hides it in Matt's briefcase. Matt never says a word about it, and Peter silently sulks at not getting a reaction from him. A few months later they take a rare weekend off together, heading to a bed and breakfast MJ booked for them as an anniversary gift.

The first night they lounge around with the only light coming from the soft glow of the dwindling fire. When Matt pulls out a book, Peter thinks nothing of it, his old prank long forgotten. Matt reads outloud to Peter; the story starts by describing a quaint coffee shop, and while the words sound familiar, Peter brushes it off and snuggles back into the couch, pushing his toes under Matt for warmth. It doesn't take long, two paragraphs or so, for Matt to read his own, full, name, shattering the romantic atmosphere as he struggles to keep the mirth from his voice.

Museum:

Their first official-but-not-really-date is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Peter insists it counts because they were both dressed up, sipped champagne as they discussed various art pieces, and many people assumed they were on a date. While Matt insists it doesn't count because they were there to help catch an art theif. Still, both agree it is a better story than their official-offcial-first-date.

Preparation:

Peter loves the lines of concentration on Matt's forehead when he is preparing for trial. As he pours over paperwork at their kitchen table, Peter casually rubs the tension in his shoulders and reminds him to take a break, it isn't healthy to spend hours hunched over like that. Above all, Peter loves watching the passion in Matt's movements as he practices his open statement, wearing nearly nothing as he confidently enunciates each syllable as he stalks the length of their living room.

This is Peter and MJ:

The BF is peter parker. The GF gives me MJ vibes.

yall get ur bfs video games, and I get mine Legos😂

Overhead while walking to the parking lot, on campus: an actual real-life college-student + sugar daddy AU in the making:

Male College Student: so I think my roommate’s older brother is, like, hitting on me.

Female College Student: really??

Male Student: yeah, well…like, he’s like helping us out with rent and stuff? And he, like, wants to hang out a lot…like, even with just me, like, Roommate isn’t even there…and then he bought Roommate’s books for next semester, except he asked if I wanted to come to the bookstore, and then he bought my books. Like, I didn’t let him buy all of them ‘cause I felt weird. But then he bought me dinner. So, like…

Female Student: (half-joking) is he hot?

Male Student: uhhh…I guess? Yeah. Maybe. I mean, I dunno.

Female Student: wait, though, is this like a creepy thing? Is he creepy?

Male Student: no! No, dude, he’s not like–like he’s actually a pretty cool guy, like he’s paying for Roommate to go to college and helping us out, and he’s all smart, like he’s a lawyer and shit, and he’s, like, chill, y'know, and–

Female Student: oh my god you like, LIKE him.

Male Student: (loudly enough that heads turn) I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you totally like him!

Male Student: BUT I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you’re, like, gay FOR HIM.

Male Student: (stops walking) BUT–FUCK.

Female Student: you could, like, be dating a lawyer!

…at which point, because they’d stopped walking, I had to maneuver around them and pretend I’d not been eavesdropping, and find my car.

We may never know the outcome, but I like to think that Sudden Epiphany College Student and Roommate’s Hot Lawyer Older Brother are now happily dating. (I also wonder what Roommate thinks of this–as a friend I imagine he is pleased–and whether he was secretly hoping for this outcome.)

Anyway, though: imagine your OTP. :D