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No more glass between us by Critiks
Fandoms: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies) RPF, Marvel
03 Apr 2026
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In 2011, a biology project, glowing spider and a shattered backboard changed Peter Parker’s life forever. He thought he was being clever with his "lab accident" excuses, but he didn't count on Michael Jerome Watson being the smartest person in the room. MJ didn't need a mask to see the truth—he just needed to look at the boy behind the camera.
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~~OMG that ending is super cute! My Favorite Part's~~
Peter didn't need the book. He already knew the chapter by heart. He shifted his gaze, his eyes instinctively landing on the back of a head three rows down and across the aisle.
Michael James Watson. He was surrounded by a small orbit of friends, leaning back in his stool with a casual grace that Peter couldn't replicate if he had a manual for it.Peter noticed the small things: the way MJ tapped a rhythm on his desk with a silver ring, the slight tension in his shoulders that suggested he was bored but polite. Peter’s finger itched to press the shutter button, but he kept his hands flat on the table. He had enough photos of MJ in his darkroom at home—stolen moments from the bleachers, the library, the hallway. MJ was the only thing in this school that actually looked good in high-contrast black and white.
"You're really good, Pete," MJ said, using the nickname for the first time. It caught Peter off guard, making him nearly drop the sodas. "You have a way of making the lonely stuff look... beautiful."
"I just... I like the honesty of it," Peter managed to say, sitting on the edge of his bed. "People act differently when they think no one is watching." MJ looked at him then—really looked at him. "Is that why you're so quiet? You're just waiting for people to be honest?"
The air in the room shifted. It wasn't about the biology project anymore. For the first time, Peter felt like someone was looking through the lens at him.Peter couldn't breathe. "I—the glass—it was old, MJ, I just—"
"Save it," MJ interrupted, grabbing Peter’s wrist. He didn't pull away when he felt how hot Peter’s skin was, or how fast his pulse was racing. Instead, he leaned in, his shoulder brushing Peter’s. "Meet me behind the bleachers in five minutes. If you run, I'm telling May you're on steroids. Move."
MJ turned and walked away before Peter could argue, leaving Peter standing in the middle of a crowd that was finally starting to cheer—and a secret that was finally starting to break.MJ didn’t blink. He reached out, his cool fingers suddenly gripping Peter’s jaw, tilting his head toward the dim light filtering through the gym floorboards. He studied Peter’s pupils—sharp, clear, and reactive.
"You’re a terrible liar, Parker," MJ murmured, but his grip wasn't harsh. It was steady. "If this is a toxin, your heart should be failing. You should be in an ER getting your blood scrubbed."
"I don't need a doctor, MJ, I just need—"
"You need to not be an idiot," MJ interrupted, letting go of his face but stepping even closer, effectively pinning Peter against the steel beam. "Fine. It’s 'wearing off.' But until it does, you don't go anywhere alone. You don't play any more sports, and you definitely don't pick any more fights with Flash. If you start shaking, or if you stop breathing, I’m calling May. Am I clear?"
Peter nodded quickly, desperate for the exit. "Clear. Totally clear."But as the months turned into years, the weight of the secret became a wall. Peter became Spider-Man—the masked vigilante of Queens—and the more he saved the city, the more he had to push Michael away to keep him safe.
They graduated in 2013. The distance grew. MJ went off to study investigative journalism, his obsession with "the truth" only deepening, while Peter stayed in the city, balancing college, Aunt May, and a suit made of spandex and secrets.Peter was so close now he could smell the sandalwood on MJ’s neck, his own face a fever-dream of red.
MJ looked up at him from the center of that braided circle, his expression softening into something so tender it hurt to look at.
"You see me, don't you, Pete?" MJ whispered."Yeah," Peter breathed, his voice a low, jagged rasp. "I see you."
He slowly reached up, his fingers trembling as he set the Yashica aside on the duvet. There was no glass between them. No lens to hide behind. His pupils were blown wide, dark and searching, as he looked down at MJ. The halo of dark braids against the white pillows made MJ look like something celestial, something Peter wasn't sure he was allowed to touch.He found the shutter button. "Look at the lens, Pete. Stop hiding."
Peter swallowed, his face a deep crimson, and for the first time, he didn't look away. He looked straight into the glass. MJ surged upward, closing the distance, his mouth warm and demanding as he pulled Peter into another kiss.
Click."Set the timer," MJ commanded softly.
Peter leaned forward, flicked the lever on the front of the camera, and set it on the low coffee table. The mechanical whirr-whirr-whirr began—the countdown to a new chapter.
Peter scrambled back, wrapping his arms around MJ in a tight, protective hug. MJ leaned his weight into Peter’s chest, both of them beaming at the lens.
Click.