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palettesofrenaissance · 14 days

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Desc: Stormy middle of the day, gray and full of thunderclouds, stuck inside alone and needing to feel cozy, tea kettle on to boil, pile of unread books

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

The sky outside is a dark greyish-indigo as the setting sun reflects through the thick clouds that are heavy with an impending, angry thunderstorm. The telltale humidity is strong in the air; it wafts through the room from the opened window. Despite, inside it's quiet, calm, and she's cozy, wearing an oversized, knitted cardigan with its sleeves tightly rolled up to her elbows.

The thick, undeniable smell of blood from her prey continues to drift in from the bathroom, mixing with the smell of the oncoming rain and the tea that's been steeping on the stove.

In the kitchen, the cast iron tea kettle sits on the stove coil, still hot and lowly simmering. Also along the counters are her cutting boards with knives, her chosen seasonings lined up, an uncorked bottle of red wine for cooking, a lemon to zest, and a stew pot on the stove and a bowl to collect excess.

In the outside distance, the first roll of thunder rumbles over the city, and through the opened window a soft breeze blows, pushing aside her curls that have strayed from her high bun.

From her speakers, her calm playlist plays and she sways her hips to the music.

This is her third time doing this. She's still thinks of herself as a beginner but has learned enough from her previous mistakes to be cleaner and thorough this time. Also, she's made sure to do this when her fiancé is out.

This isn't her first time doing this; the first time had been when her beloved fiancé witnessed her, so grotesquely and animalistic. She has been in the bathtub, hunched over a dying cat in her hands. It's dying, helpless meows gripping her fiancé's heartstrings in sorrow as he helplessly watched her sink her mouth into its corpse. Tuffs of its fur haven been pulled off. Blood dripped down her mouth, thickly slicking her luscious lips he loves so much and which he's kissed far too many times to count. Back then, her fiancé sat against the bathroom wall watching, stunned, as she ate the kidnapped neighbor's cat in order to feed.

Then, her fiancé had made her promise to not do this again—even though her turning in the first place had been his fault. She'd agreed—after discarding the feline carcass and after a hot, long shower, shes agreed with her eyes downcast as if in shame and while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

She had promised to not do it again—

Despite her turning being his doing.

So, now during an impeding thunderstorm and calm and cozy in her home, she flips through the cook book currently in her hands and bites off a hanging nail on her thumb, nonchalantly spinning on her toes as she paces inside the small semicircle pile of books. She mentally calculates how to replace the Chateaubriand steak in the recipe with human meat.

Still lightly dancing to the music, she ventures into the kitchen and retrieves another bowl before returning to the bathroom where her meal rests, slumped in the porcelain tub and dead. She'd already skinned his abdomen, biceps, and parts of his calves and thighs to get to the good muscle and fat.

She remembers when she first saw him—on television while sitting beside her fiancé who wore a wrinkled nose of deep disgust—and that's when she decided he'd be a delectable next target. Eating him was just a bonus and a way to savor her kill.

For her, choosing him would be getting rid of two birds with one stone, minding the online threads about him containing further disgust.

Here in her home, she's already cleaned the cuts of his meat she's already sliced. Now, she pounds them with a meat tenderizer mallet, putting to use the cooking apron her conservative great aunt and uncle gifted her last Christmas. "Choose your weapon" it read surrounded by a silhouette array of cooking utensils.

Once more, another roar of thunder echoes over the city. The clouds look like dark waves rolling over the rooftops.

The books she now has stacked nearby vary from more cooking books to those of the occult variety, to bat anatomy, to global mythologies.

The song currently playing fades out and another one begins, this one from her childhood—which her mother would play loudly on the weekends she was awoken early to help clean the whole home. It makes her smile at the warm memory, pausing to take another drink from her cup of chamomile tea.

When the rain begins to pour, she closes the front windows to halfway. By this time, her home smells heavenly—of relaxing tea and the seasonings accompanying her delectable meal that's simmering on the stovetop.

Her fiancé isn't scheduled to return until tomorrow. In the meantime, she's invited a few friends for this dinner, informing them to bring over plastic bags big enough to take away leftover limbs and carcass for themselves.

They're just as excited as she, knowing she's a newbie; they became even more excited and encouraging once it's revealed who her latest target had been.

They're just as bloodthirsty as she, and who the meal is tonight makes it just all so much more delicious.

Looking to her clock, she realizes her guests should be knocking on her door in the next 20 minutes or so. So, she goes to get dressed.

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newtdrawz · 6 months

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Guys,,, au where like ok

au that takes place after No Way Home where Peter is all alone by himself,, no family no friends and in his crappy apartment. Just him and his spidey suit so he decides (with very little money he could save up) to try and buy and learn an instrument, cuz why not it's not like he's busy with school or friends or movie nights or fake internships that were just covers to hang out in a lab with his father figure,,,

Anyways he gets a guitar and he does his lessons on his cheap little phone and he gets pretty good. He learns a couple songs (one of them being May's favorite song she used to listen to all the time so he plays it everytime he misses her which is a lot)

He eventually gets better and better at it and he tries more difficult songs. One day when he's just messing around with cords he thinks it'll be fun to try and cover a full song, so he does and records it and he, without really thinking abt it, just posts it to whatever social media he had (and he definitely had to make new accounts because of the spell). It accidentally gets really popular and people are requesting songs cuz they like the acoustics of his half empty apartment (lol)

Without really thinking about it he posts more covers and he's actually really having fun with it, he even learns that he's a pretty decent singer too. This also serves as a distraction from the loneliness of his life and all the longing he has for his old friends. Eventually people start asking "do you have any original music?" "Do you have songs that you've written?"

He doesn't really think he's good enough to be writing his own music but after some encouragement he tries it out and people love it. He tries more and more and more and people love it even more and more and more.

Soon he gets a little popular and tries playing for small gigs and things and he does really good. He's starting to be recognized every once in a great great while. He's thriving (still absolutely devastated 24/7 but at least he's having fun 😭)

He plays at one gig and he has a few people who recognize his songs but his eyes land on two specific people in the crowd.

MJ and Ned.

He kinda panics but manages to get through his set pretty decently, it turns out MJ and Ned are kinda fans of his music. After they leave wherever Peter sang at they wonder for the rest of the night why he kept looking over at them with the most devastated look in his eyes.

Basically a musician/celeb au but I over explain it 🫶 does this au defeat the whole purpose of staying on the down low and not bringing attention to himself? Yes. Are there a lot of plot holes to this au? Yes. Do I care? No, cuz it's fun and I like angst

But yeah that's right,, I'm also very annoying about Spider-Man and the mcu lol

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longstoryshqrt · 11 months

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this but it’s spider!will and mj!mike

#I love #spideychelle #so much #mike needs a ponytail rn #mike x will #will x mike #byler au #mike wheeler #will byers #byler

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sesamestreep · 9 months

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summer came like cinnamon, so sweet (chapter 2)

(Read Chapter 2 on AO3)

sam wilson/bucky barnes, matt murdock/foggy nelson, michelle jones/peter parker | rated t | 15k words (2/5 chapters) - by myself and @firstelevens

the day before Steve and Peggy’s wedding, travel arrangements are made and revised while eleven cakes are baked. Meanwhile, everyone wants to know what’s going on with Foggy’s love life, Peter and MJ avoid a very important conversation, Karen deserves a raise, Bucky needs a chill pill, and Sam saves the day multiple times. A Bake-Off AU fic set during the weekend of the Carter-Rogers nuptials and told almost entirely in text messages!

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#sambucky #mattfoggy #spideychelle #the gbbo au #daredevil #tfatws #…I have no idea how to possibly tag Spidey properties in this I’m sorry #marvel fanfiction #firstelevens #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!

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firstelevens · 8 months

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summer came like cinnamon, so sweet (chapter 4)

( read chapter 4 on AO3 )

sam wilson/bucky barnes, matt murdock/foggy nelson, michelle jones/peter parker | rated t | 40K words (4/5 chapters)

co-written with @birdhapley

the morning after Steve and Peggy’s wedding, people catch flights, trains, rides, and also feelings. Meanwhile, Peter and MJ use the power of social media, Foggy makes an offer and a grand gesture, Steve loses a bet, and Bucky’s timing needs work. A Bake-Off AU fic set during the weekend of the Carter-Rogers nuptials and told in text messages and social media posts.

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#sambucky #mattfoggy #spideychelle #sambucky fic #the gbbo au #homelywenchsociety #THIS DIDN'T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS LAST NIGHT SO WE ARE TRYING ONCE MORE #PRAYER CIRCLE THAT IT WORKS #long post #my fic

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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Firefight Peter Parker, Spideychelle AU 🥰 🚒

This image just popped into my head one day and I had to draw it. Then I started really thinking about it and I just have so many thoughts and feelings about this AU. I know I'll never write it. But I did jot down some headcanon points to add to this post.

Peter practically grew up in the firehouse where his Uncle Ben worked. He visited the station with his Aunt May all the time. Sometimes, when his uncle had a shift during the holidays, they would spend part of it there with him and the rest of his company. It made it feel like they were all one big family. It didn’t take long for Peter to decide he wanted to grow up to be a firefighter too. As he grew older, that desire never changed. Even after his uncle died amidst the flames of a particularly destructive fire.

As soon as Peter graduated high school, he entered the Fire Academy and graduated top of his class. He was put right to work as a probationary firefighter at a station right in the middle of Queens.

Peter is the youngest firefighter on staff. The crew gives him a hard time about it. They call him the rookie and the baby of the group while trying to pinch his cheeks. He accepts their teasing because he knows they mean well. It helps that they also know how serious he is about the job. He’s always the first one there for training and practice. He’s never late for his shifts, and he stays on top of his necessary certifications. Every so often, the crew ribs him about that too.

Ideally, this AU would also have Steve Rogers as the captain and Bruce as a firefighter/paramedic.

When Peter’s not at the station, he lives with his girlfriend, MJ. They are very much in love, and It’s not unusual for her to come to visit during his two-day shifts. For no other reason than she misses him.

Peter lights up the moment she arrives. His serious exterior drops to something much softer as he pulls her into a tight embrace. Even after they separate, their hands continue to touch. Sometimes they sit outside and chat while she’s there. Other times, they playfully bicker until Peter scoops her up and hurls her over his shoulder. He’ll hold her there in a standard fireman’s carry, telling her he won’t set her down until she agrees with him. They both laugh and laugh until MJ falls limp and admits defeat. Once she’s back on the ground, they go back to holding hands.

There are comments in the background, the crew shouting at them to ‘get a room.’ Tony, the well-practiced driver, and engineer, that Peter's come to see as something of a mentor, is generally the one who initiates it. Peter will send him a menacing look in retaliation. But it never puts a stop to the gleeful teasing. He’s okay with it, though. Tony reminds him a lot of his Uncle Ben.

If the alarm goes off while MJ's there, Peter will reluctantly let go of her. He’ll rush to join his department brothers and sisters as they collectively prepared to perform their jobs. Often, MJ will call after him saying, ‘stay safe’ and ‘be careful’ as he goes. He’ll pause momentarily to look over his shoulder and tell her he’s always careful and will always do his best to come home to her. She nods her head and steps back to watch the hustling. Peter knows she understands how important his job is, and he’s thankful she’s so supportive. He loves and respects her but he really couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else with his life.

Because in every reality, Peter Parker just wants to help people.

For some extra spice, Peter could respond to a fire at Oscorp, where he gets bitten by a radioactive spider.

If you read this, enjoyed it, and are so inclined, please write it! Just be sure to tag me so I can enjoy it too!!

#happyaspie art #firefighter au #firefighter peter parker #peter x mj #peter parker #michelle jones #spideychelle #spideychelle headcanon #marvel headcanons #Peter Parker/Michelle Jones #marvel #peter parker x michelle jones #my mj #tom holland #zendaya coleman #marvel au #irondad #a lil bit of irondad if you squint

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seek--rest · 1 year

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Ghosts That We Knew

T | 6 chapters | Inverse biodad AU

Peter has an engineering degree from MIT, a Master’s from Columbia, and he can’t quite put two and two together at the package in front of him.

It’s not until he brings the papers up, when a small photograph falls out from them that Peter’s mind starts snapping the pieces together, connecting the dots even as his stomach drops.

A small, dark-haired child smiles up at him, brown eyes gleaming. Peter could only guess the kid was a year old, maybe two, Peter had little experience with kids he has no idea - but it’s when he turns the photograph over that the final puzzle piece snaps into place.

"His name is Anthony, but I call him Tony.”

“He’s yours."

Read now on AO3

#petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #irondad #biodad AU #but with a twist!#I don’t think I’ve ever seen an inverse of this #and that’s why I started writing this YEARS ago #it’s finally finished #I still don’t think this exists

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awakening5 · 1 year

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🌹🌹🌹🌹

For you, luv, anything. From my weird modern royalty bodyguard petty acquaintances to pining friends to secret lovers to ruling monarchs AU:

One of the two guards steps forward and directs Peter to a spot fifteen feet from the throne.

“Peter Parker,” the King says in a deep, booming voice.

“King Jones,” Peter dips his head. Much of the rituals around royalty had faded over the years, but he was still to be respected and acknowledged in humility.

“Spider-Man.” The name is said simply, but with meaning as the King tips his chin and appraises Peter.

And this was to be expected. Peter had thought through how he’d handle this, and there really was no option but to concede. After all, the King wasn’t pulling in random people off the street and naming them Spider-Man unless he was sure.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Still, he looks nervously at the two guards.

The King nods, as if Peter passed his first, stupid test.

“Only a handful of people outside of this room know,” the King tells him, and Peter gets the feeling he’s not being told this to comfort him. “And those that know, I trust with my life or they are under constant surveillance.”

“Okay.” Peter is uneasy. “And why am I here?”

There’s a tense moment where the King merely stares Peter down. He berates himself for pressing the King. But the man answers him after a beat. “My daughter’s life has been under threat.”

Peter’s eyes widen. The Princess? “Sir?”

“The reasons aren’t important for you at this time. What is important is that I need her protected.”

Any father would want this. Add in that she is the last of a Royal line that goes back over two centuries, and Peter can understand. Still, he’s nervous about where this is going.

“You will be her constant bodyguard.” The commandment feels so final. But Peter has a life of his own.

“Your Majesty,” he says slowly. “I live with my Aunt in Queens.”

“She’ll be taken care of,” the King waves a hand. At Peter’s panic, the King rolls his eyes. “Financially, obviously, Parker. God, what kind of a man do you think I am?”

He lets out a sigh. He should be embarrassed. But he’s too relieved to feel it. “With respect, you’re the first King I’ve spoken to.”

The King gives the smallest smile, and Peter’s relieved to see the first bit of humanity in the man.

And truthfully, the notion of meeting Princess Michelle Jones-Watson is thrilling. She’s the talk of every guy in school. She’s beautiful, though to be fair that’s all that Peter knows about her. She hasn’t been expected to do much publicly in her youth. Only recently has she started making more appearances to various causes—but there’s no way for Peter to know what is genuine and what is a Royal obligation.

But as exciting as it is, Peter isn’t so sure about this arrangement. “Sir, I’d rather not have my identity known. I’ve already made enemies in Queens, and I fear for the safety of those close to me.”

The King raises an eyebrow, apparently none too impressed that Peter prioritizes the safety of his loved ones above the Princess.

“Your identity will remain secret. In fact, it’s paramount.”

“How will people believe I’m a bodyguard then? I’m younger than your daughter.”

“People won’t believe you’re her bodyguard. You’re her tutor that I’ve hired full time for math and the sciences. Only the Royal Guard and the Royalty will know the truth. And not all of the Royal Guard, at that.”

A secret bodyguard. The reasons for that might be many. Still, the situation unnerves Peter.

“I’ve known who you are for over a year now, Parker,” the King says, and it’s obvious he sees the doubt on Peter’s face. “I’ve let you do your thing despite the complaints about my ruling and competency in regards to your activities. But you present a unique opportunity—the strength and speed and reflexes to protect my daughter, all without anyone knowing that’s your purpose.”

“It won’t be believableI don’t have great grades in Math and Science,” Peter tries, though he’s scraping the bottom of the bucket.

“You have a 4.0,” the King responds with a smirk. Peter knows he doesn’t have a 4.0. Which means the King has snapped his finger and changed his grades. “Besides, you know as well as I do that your poor grades are not representative of your genius.”

Damn. The man had done his homework on more than just his Spider activities.

#spideychelle #my fic #snippy poo #bodyguard au

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spicysagittarius · 2 years

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if only you knew

For @spideychelleweek Day 2: College AU!

Rated E

In which Peter Parker and Michelle Jones-Watson are tough competitors at MIT and absolutely despise each other. When he finds a lost book (a steamy romance novel!) he texts the owner to return it. Their texting turns to sexting, and he wishes he knew who the mystery girl was.

Peter Parker loves MIT. It’s been his dream school since sixth grade, and even now as a senior, he still can’t believe he’d actually pulled it off.

For the most part, studying neuroscience at MIT has lived up to every childhood dream. The one glaring exception is Michelle Jones-Watson.

Most people like Michelle. She’s not an asshole (in a school full of assholes, that counts for something), she’s pretty, and she’s wicket smart. Her perfect SAT score of 1600 and continued academic achievement mean that professors absolutely love her. It’s not a surprise to anyone that she’s the School of Science’s top student.

Peter, evidently, ranks second. And god, does it bug him.

It bugs him because she may not have the reputation of an asshole but she certainly acts like one towards him. Even on the first day of their junior year – when Michelle transferred from NYU – she’d humiliated him with her condescending tone after he’d introduced himself. “I know who you are,” Michelle had murmured. He didn’t have time to reply before she added, “You’ve slept with 3 of my roommates.”

“Ah,” he grimaced. It’s true, Peter’s always been the science department’s resident fuckboy. But why did she care?

“I’m dying to find out how the smartest neuroscience major has time for all that coursework and the entire student body.”

She’d completely caught him off guard, but he refused to show it. “Why does it matter? Hey, if you want a turn, all you have to do is ask.”

Peter could’ve sworn he saw her cheeks flush, but the intriguing new girl was as stubborn as he was. She clucked her tongue with a smirk. “Bold line for a dude with his fly down.”

“Huh?” Oh, fuck. She was right. That fucking…

“Nice to meet you, Patrick.”

She was already walking away when he cursed under his breath. “It’s Peter!”

Luckily enough, the last two years haven’t forced him and Michelle to interact too much. Yeah, they share all the same lectures – even chosen the same electives – but the class sizes are big enough to seat them on opposite sides of the room. Their physical avoidance doesn’t stop her from bugging the shit out of him every time she opens her mouth, but hey. He figures it could be a lot worse.

Any previous ‘glass-half-full’ attitude flies out the window on the first day of their senior year at MIT.

It’s Peter’s first lecture of the week, and he’s unsurprised when he enters the hall to see Michelle already sitting in the third row, chewing on the end of her pencil and scribbling notes. How is she already taking notes?

He curses at himself when his second thought is about how good she looks. She’s always been pretty, but summer had a glowing effect on her. He hates that he notices the tan line peeking from underneath her top and her loose curls falling down her back; the ends tinted gold by the sun. What the fuck are you, Nicholas Sparks? He mentally kicks himself. It’s then that he notices her returning stare, rich with irritation and disdain. Business as usual, then.

Their professor, a middle-aged man in a bowtie, serves as the perfect interruption to their glaring contest. Peter quickly finds a seat across the room and listens half-heartedly as he welcomes the audience to Neuroscience and Morality.

After a brief summary of the course, the instructor begins to outline the semester’s big assessment worth half their grade. It’s here that a cloud, a tornado, destroys any remnant of a good attitude and sheds any possibility for an enjoyable final year of undergrad.

“Towards the end of the semester, you’ll deliver a thorough, half-hour presentation in front of your classmates. This presentation is your free-for-all. You’ll choose a research focus in the broad spectrum of neuroscience and work with a partner to educate your audience on it.”

A partner! Peter immediately glanced at Ned with a knowing grin.

“Ah ah ah,” Professor Dunn tuts amidst growing, excitable chatter. “I will be choosing your partnerships. Look around, guys. There are 68 students in this room, and you’ve been studying together for some time now. Half of you worked with the same person all last year!”

Grumbles, of course, fill the room and confirm a unanimous disapproval.

“I know it’s not your first choice, but my decision is final. Remember, these partnerships will not be changed and the presentation will be worth half your grade.”

Finally, Dunn announces the partnerships he’d already chosen. “Cindy Moon and Johnny Storm,” he starts to read off. Peter chuckles, watching teachers-pet Cindy and baseball freak Johnny gape in disbelief.

“Flash Thompson and Abe Lewis.” Flash is the dean’s snobby son who makes fun of Abe’s old Prius.

“Ned Leeds and Gwen Stacy.” That one isn’t too bad, Peter thinks. Ned’s had a thing for Gwen since sophomore year. Peter turns to him, exchanging an excitable smile. He whispers with his best friend for a few more partnerships, hyping him up discreetly. Their excited hush almost causes Peter to miss the next pairing Dunn calls…but truly, the ice-cold water that the professor’s next words dunk him in are too cruel to tune out.

“Michelle Jones-Watson and Peter Parker.”

He feels a little guilty for immediately going to pinch himself out of what had to be a nightmare. Jones and him? Spending one-on-one time together? He prefers anyone else. Anyone else. Flash Thompson. Sam Wilson. Ex-girlfriend Felicia Hardy. Fuck, anyone.

He can’t even look her way for the rest of the lecture.

Peter decides to try taking his mind off of the prison sentence from Dunn and study for his upcoming lectures. He heads to the campus library, finding a quiet spot away from the main foyer where he might be able to concentrate.

As he sighs and sets his textbooks on the table in front of him, a flash of green captures his attention from underneath his chair. Peter forgets his textbooks and reaches to grab it, assuming a student just got careless and forgot to put an unwanted library book away.

Boy, is he wrong.

The 400-something pages of the book are encased in hardback, but a forest-green fabric sleeve hides the book’s front and back covers. It’s not a library book, then, Peter frowns.

And, look, he promises he’s not nosy. He’s never been interested in gossip or the private matters of fellow students. All he’s doing, he swears, is looking for any clues that reveal the book’s owner. So when he opens the front cover with great caution, it’s not because he’s invasive.

Ah-ha! The search pays off as Peter spots a loopy, disorganised scribble on the inside flap.

If found please contact 755-0833.

Fair enough, then.

Peter gathers the long-forgotten textbooks and shoves them back into his bag, exiting the library with the green mystery book in hand. He’s quick to find a quiet area near the doors and begins to type the number into his phone.

Maybe, if he’d told the truth just now about not being nosy, he’d call the owner without a second thought and return the book. But he’d totally, completely lied. Curiosity for the smallest answers is his worst enemy and fuck it. He wants to know what book this is.

He also reminds himself that hey, if there wasn’t a handmade book cover gatekeeping the damn title, he wouldn’t give a fuck. And that’s why he’s interested. What kind of book makes one feel the need to hide its identity? He considers dozens of possibilities at once. Fine! Peter Parker is nosy as hell.

What if it’s, like, terrorist propoganda? What if it’s one of those super embarrassing self-help books? Not the normal ones, but the ones written for pyramid schemes? What if it was a book of ancient spells, or something?

He really does think he’s thought of every possibility until he lifts the sleeve to peek at the cover.

Lost in Lust: Forbidden Desires

Peter stares dumbfounded at the illustration in his hand: biceps the size of Thor’s accompany a torso fit for Men’s Health front-and-centre. What the fuck?

Okay, now he’s dying to reveal the owner. He quickly types out a message and sends it to the inscribed number.

Hey, I think I found a book you left in the library? With the green cover on it?

He doesn’t immediately get a reply, so he heads back to his dorm with a blush too out-of-place on someone with the body count he has.

It’s an hour later when the owner finally replies.

755-0833: Oh shit, thanks. Would you be able to meet me somewhere so I can grab it from you?

He replies in under a minute.

For sure.

And then, without thinking and because he’s an actual dumbass…

Interesting book, by the way

He’s cursing himself the second he sends it. Why did he fucking say that? Not only is he dumb but an actual asshole as well.

Three dots pop up on his screen, indicating that they were typing out a response. Peter holds his breath. The dots stay there for a full minute, then:

755-0833: It is. Have you read it?

Not sure it’s my kind of book.

755-0833: That’s what I said before my friend made me read it. Pretty nosy of you to peek, though.

Just curious, I guess. Most people leave books as they are.

755-0833: Right, until there’s a half-naked man on the cover.

He laughs at that. The book must be pretty good for you to bring it to the library.

755-0833: You’d be surprised

Now I’m intrigued.

755-0833: So give it a read. Lol.

C’mon, it’s your book

755-0833: I’ve read it before.

Wow, so it really is top-tier porn

755-0833: Guess that’s for you to find out.

Fuck it. He’ll read the book.

Peter decides to give it a try the next day, since he figures he has nothing better to do. Fifteen minutes, he tells himself. Fifteen minutes no matter how ridiculous it definitely is.

And, to be fair, it’s definitely ridiculous. Forbidden Desires, he learns, is about a shy, small town girl named Kenna who moves to LA for work and falls for her stupid hot boss. Said boss, ripped and intimidating Jack, a cocky asshole with (gasp!) hidden depth that only his new secretary can uncover.

Yeah, it’s absolutely fucking ridiculous. But an hour later and 75 pages in, he’s been officially slow-burned by the Californians.

That’s about how far in the first sex scene occurs and wow.

A middle aged white lady from Orlando wrote this, he reminds himself. Maybe it’s awful of him, but he's briefly upset that middle aged white ladies from Orlando are allowed to write good smut. Because…what on earth?

After finishing the first — of many — sex scenes, he sends Mystery Reader a text.

For your information, Kenna just lost her virginity to Jack.

755-0833: I see. That’s an interesting part. Thoughts?

Hm. Super romantic. Especially the part where she tells him she’s a virgin and suddenly he’s into her.

755-0833: Right? How sweet. Loved the variety in synonyms for ‘penis’, too. Kathryn’s taught me so many new words.

And like… the belt? How thoughtful of him to make her first time so special!

755-0833: The belt! Then the three orgasms? All I got was three minute penetration and some half-hearted fingering, just like most women. Dunno how he did it

So Mystery Reader’s a girl. Like…duh. He kind of guessed that awhile ago. But the confirmation is nice.

Three minutes? I lasted, like, two my first time

755-0833: Oof. Did he or she end up finishing?

This is gonna sound cocky, but yeah, she did.

755-0833: No. And cockiness isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Just look at Jack Reinhart.

My good friend Jack.

755-0833: But seriously, it’s good that you cared about her experience. A lot of men don’t.

A couple days later, he and Michelle hastily meet in the library after Dunn’s lecture to start planning their presentation.

The second they sit down, she’s berating him. “Look, Parker. I don’t like you—”

“I don’t like you either.” He quickly adds with an annoyed huff.

“—but apparently, we have to work together for the next three months. Normally I’d just tell you to fuck off, but I have a 4.4 GPA and don’t plan on fucking that up. I’m not gonna lose my scholarship to Harvard Med School because we don’t get along.”

“Christ, Jones, you made your point.”

“I just think it needs to be understood that no matter how miserable this is gonna be, we still have to give an absolutely perfect presentation. Don’t make things even more difficult than they already are.”

He glares at the table in front of him, biting his tongue. “Yup.”

Michelle sets her textbooks on the table, which interrupts his irritated concentration. “I have some ideas for possible research topics,” she states, pulling her laptop out of her thrifted backpack. It’s obvious that she’s really trying to suppress her frustration and sound as relaxed as possible, but she’s not some elite Broadway actress, which is what she’d have to be to pull it off.

“Okay,” he offers lamely.

“Dunn left it pretty open-ended, so we’ll have to narrow it down based on category. I think that focusing on criminal brain activity and decision making would give us a lot to work with. That, or maybe specifying the subject further and focusing on sociopathic serial killers throughout the last century and the patterns and habits they displayed that were tied to their neurobiological disorders.”

Peter finds himself impressed, and then disgusted that he’s impressed. He clears his throat. “Maybe something a little less…depressing?”

She shoots him an exasperated look. “Neuroethics and criminology are the peanut butter and jelly of science, idiot.”

Nice.

“Whatever, though. I kinda figured you’d say that, so I have more ideas.”

God, he wants to rip his fucking hair out.

“We could also research the contrast between the ethics of neuroscience and the neuroscience of ethics. Or we could approach it clinically, like, do MRIs and studies on cognitive thinking invade the privacy of patients or volunteers since medical staff gain access to the entirety of the brain? Or maybe we could focus on the effects that a variety of drugs have on an individual’s moral compass. For that, we could include stimulants and psychedelics vs. SMRs and SSRIs, and—”

Out of pure impatience, Peter throws his hands up in the air and cuts her off. “That one!” God, she really doesn’t shut the fuck up, he thinks.

Michelle, in turn, looks done with him. “So, the ethical alterations of different recreational drugs.”

He nods, just relieved she’s finished rambling. He’s a little anxious, though, because he can’t tell if the relief comes from genuine annoyance or his upsetting respect for her dedication.

“Fine by me,” she shrugs. “Okay, so, I was thinking that we’d meet every Tuesday after Dunn’s lecture and work on the presentation. If we start next week and work for about an hour every time, we’ll be done a couple weeks before the deadline. I need those extra points.”

She doesn’t, though. 4.4 GPAs definitely don’t need extra points. But he stops himself from making a number of sarcastic quips and just nods. Three more months, he thinks miserably. Just 12 more weeks. 84 days.

It’s gonna be the longest three months in fucking history.

Later that week, Peter’s catching up with good old Kathryn Crosby. He’s texting the mysterious witty smut reader, of course, since no session of Forbidden Desires happens without her.

He really wants to stop calling her variations of “mystery literature-porn girl” in his head, so he sends her a random text.

What’s your name?

The dots appear, then:

755-0833: Nice try. I told you about my inexplainable attraction to Bucky Barnes.

(She had, just yesterday when Peter had confessed that he imagines Kenna looking like Kiera Knightley. Evidently, her hormones have casted the Winter Soldier as Jack Reinhart.)

755-0833: I can’t have that going around campus. I happen to like my reputation.

A nickname, then.

755-0833: Fine. Call me Em.

Em. Emma? Emilia? Emery? He’s dying to know, but he’ll take anything she gives him.

755-0833: And what do I call you?

Hm. Spider-Man.

Em: Ha. Big fan?

Oh, the biggest.

He blushes despite being alone in his bedroom. The innuendo was very much unintentional but he knows she’ll call him out.

Em: The biggest, you say?

He decides to play along.

You heard me.

Em: Mm, I don’t know about that. Jack Reinhart is tough competition.

Jack Reinhart is fictional and so is his chick-magnet of a cock.

Em: He’s real enough when it’s 2am and my vibrator’s out.

Peter swallows, not expecting anything like that from new-friend-Em. But to really no fault of his own, fuckboy mode is immediately switched on.

Yeah? Does he make you cum?

Em takes longer than normal to reply; a full minute, even.

Em: The sex god himself? The dick of wonders? Mr. Powerhouse? Yes.

Which part turns you on the most? Is it when he fucks her in his office with her panties in her mouth? How about when she gets off without his permission and he edges her for hours?

Em: Fuck

Em: It’s when he ties her to the balcony and fucks her from behind.

Fuck fuck fuck. He’s painfully hard, deciding to relieve himself just a little bit and undo his jeans so his cock can breathe.

Oh yeah? Why is that?

Em: Because he has no filter in that scene at all. He doesn’t hold back and his mouth is fucking filthy. The first time I read it, I didn’t stop blushing for an hour.

He has a way with words, doesn’t he

Em: So do you.

Peter literally can’t take it anymore. He throws the fear of perversion and grasps his aching hard-on, working it out of his boxers.

Em.

Em: You do, Spider-Man. It’s seriously hot

He moves to type one-handed and starts pumping himself. He’s so turned on it hurts.

Are you wet, Em?

Those damn dots.

Em: Yes

Are you in bed?

Em: Yes

Are you touching yourself, baby?

Em: Fuck

Em: Yeah I am

Peter takes a heaving breath, fisting his cock faster. His phone dings and when he looks back on his phone there’s a fucking image that takes five long, painful seconds to load.

When it does, it fucking ruins him.

It’s Em, and he can’t see her face, but she’s turned on her side on her mattress in an oversized t-shirt and tiny cotton panties. The photo is neck-down and the shirt is rucked up above her navel. The thing that shocks him the most is her fingers flirting with the band of her panties, her index finger slipping past it towards her cunt. When he looks closer, he can…fuck…see a damp spot between her legs.

And speaking of her legs…holy. Shit.

He’s quick to reply, pumping even quicker.

Em. Fuck. You look so hot.

Em: Tell me something

Anything

Em: Have you ever thought about fucking me

For the last couple days, it’s all I’ve thought about.

Em: What do you think about

You on your knees

Em: Shit what else

I think about making you cum again and again until you’re begging me to stop.

Em: Fuck, I want to cum

I wish I could watch.

Em: I wish you were here. Then you could. And you’d tell me to suck you off after I’m done so you’d cum, too.

Fuck, I’d like that

Are you close?

Em: So close

Cum for me, then.

She’s absent for a minute, but the dots quickly reappear.

Em: God, that was incredible. Fuck. It’s embarrassing how drenched my panties are right now.

Baby

He’s so close he can taste it; the mental image of the panties she showed him completely soaked through pushing him right to the edge. What a fucking minx.

Em: Cum for me, Spider-Man.

His brain must have just, like, stopped working for a minute, because the next thing he comprehends is the dazed stare at his ceiling and the fact that he needs to wash his hands.

He’s in serious, serious trouble.

#told yall i had a surprise!#not my best work but we move #petermj #spideychelle #peter parker x michelle jones #petermj smut #minors dni #fic #spideychelle week 2022 #day 2: college au

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that’s amore

a spaghetti gift for my spaghetti friend @forasecondtherewedwon on her spaghetti birthday!! happy birthday my love!! you are a kind, beautiful human and i am so happy to know you <3

happy birthday bröther

#spideychelle #petermj #smhcmart #the spaghetti au of ur dreams second

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palettesofrenaissance · 1 month

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And we loved loved loved reading All strings attached; I will never forget how happy I was when you posted those new chapters of the babyverse.

Have you ever thought about continuing it?

hi dear! 💗 yes I've been open to continuing it for some time and I added an announcement "chapter" saying this and requesting prompts. I didn't think anyone was interested because I didn't receive any. but if you have any, I'm open to playing around with them. as you can see with my latest fic series I'm trying to get back into making more prompt-based fics

alternatively, if you just want to talk about that ceo au series, throw your own headcanons, your constructive criticism, or talk about anything at all with it, I'll gladly listen!

#also I've been to universal studios like 4 times since like mid 2023 so I've had some inspo stewing for quite some time lol #asks #spideychelle #spideychelle au #spideychelle ceo au

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spideyxchelle · 2 years

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acceptance speech

"You're mooning," Cindy breezily informs him at some dumb media event three days before Oscar nominations come out.

He drags his eyes from Michelle's shinning face and the gold dress that seems to have been poured over her like molten starlight. Peter is incapable of a proper response, so he gapes, "Huh?"

#Hollywood au #acceptance speech #fics #update #spideychelle #petermj

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nerdyfangirlmel · 1 year

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I will never forgive marvel for setting up a coffee shop meet cute and then not going through with it.

#marvel #spiderman #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #mcu peter parker #peter parker #tom holland’s spiderman #mj #peter and mj #peter x mj #spideychelle #coffeshop #coffeeshop au #meet cute #that ending scene #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #mcu #avengers

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oliocelottafanfics · 2 years

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When I started writing for Spidey over a year ago, I had this crazy idea for a Night Circus AU - and then I decided I was absolutely mental if I thought it would work.

And then I thought about it some more. A lot more. And then the Spideychelle Big Bang happened and I decided, screw it, I was going for it.

AND THEN!!! Then, I got paired with @kwoojii who proceeded to do the most beautiful artwork I could have imagined - not only for the most important scene of the story, but also for some super cool concept art for our two leading lovers! And I’m gonna be honest. I think it’s MORE beautiful than I could have hoped. Trust me. I’ve been screaming for months, and something tells me you will too when you see it.

Today we’ve posted Chapter 1 of an 8 chapter fic. It serves as an introduction to the world of this AU, as well as to this unique version of Peter, and features the first piece of concept art from KwooJii! We hope you enjoy it!

Summary under the cut 🖤🤍❤️🤍🖤

Once upon a time, there were two men who stood at the top of their field. From the outside, they were men of science. A surgeon and an inventor. Hidden beneath that, they were men of magic and awe, the mystic arts and impossible extremes. They were doctors at the surface, and magicians at heart.

But this story is not about them. Not really.

This story is about a boy and a girl and a bet. A wager, rather, that will span both lifetimes, and while attempting to pit them against one another will only intertwine them further…

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Peter and Michelle, students of famed magicians (and famed rivals) Tony Stark and Stephen Strange, are set against each other in a competition unlike any other. The venue - or perhaps, more accurately, the stage - is that of a traveling circus, where time seems to stand still and reality and magic blur together until it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

Taking what they’ve learned from their respective teachers, the two magicians attempt to outdo one another with performances and various displays of phenomenal power, trapped in the timeless Le Cirque des Rêves until a winner is declared. They’re not alone, of course. Every show needs a supporting cast, and theirs is filled with fortune tellers and contortionists, lion tamers and acrobats - a dozen others who thrive within the strange confines of the unusual battlegrounds, unaware of the contest happening all around them and yet fully entrenched in the magic of the circus itself.

But eventually, by some strange twist of fate, each production becomes less of a challenge and more of a love letter, and Peter and Michelle eventually have to wonder…is there really a need for a winner?

#spideychelle big bang 2022 #spideychelle #peter parker #michelle jones watson #peter x mj #night circus au #rivals to lovers #period piece #my work #oliocelot fanfic #kwoojii art

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firstelevens · 9 months

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summer came like cinnamon, so sweet (chapter 1)

( read chapter one on AO3 )

sam wilson/bucky barnes, matt murdock/foggy nelson, michelle jones/peter parker | rated t | 1.5k words (1/5 chapters)

co-written with @birdhapley

Before there were All-Star seasons or cute baking couple names or vast conspiracies that revolved around cake, there was a wedding.

A Bake-Off AU fic set during the weekend of the Carter-Rogers nuptials.

(image IDs under the cut)

Image 1: [Image ID: A screenshot of a tweet by Wilson Family Baking on YouTube, with the username @WilsonFamilyBakingYT. The tweet reads: “New video alert! @daisyquakes joins Sam in the kitchen again and shows us how to make the Gateau St. Honoré that won her Star Baker in season 3! Check it out via the link in our bio!”/.End ID]

Image 2: [Image ID: A screenshot of a tweet by Daisy Johnson, with the username @daisyquakes. The tweet reads: “I see how it is! @samtheefalcon and I make a very complicated recipe for you in his latest video and all anyone cares about is one passing reference to Steve’s wedding!”/.End ID]

Image 3: [Image ID: A screenshot of a tweet by Sam Wilson, with the username @samtheefalcon. The tweet reads: “I had @torresrising help me with editing this week’s episode for @wilsonfamilybakingYT because I’m swamped, and he asked if I wanted to leave in that reference to Steve’s wedding or not. I told him that most people probably wouldn’t notice it. Boy do I feel dumb now.”/.End ID]

Image 4: [Image ID: A screenshot of two threaded tweets by Steve Rogers, with the username @captrogersbakes. The first tweet reads: “I have seen people on here suggesting that my wedding had magical properties, given the role it played in other people finding love, and I just have to say: isn’t any occasion where you get all the people you care about together in one place to celebrate magic by definition?” The second tweet reads: “my wife also brings up a good point, which is why did you assume our wedding wasn’t magical until now?”/.End ID]

#sambucky #mattfoggy #spideychelle #the gbbo au #sambucky fanfiction #Emma and I wrote a fic together! we're very excited!#@everyone who wanted to know what happened during the wedding: this one goes out to you #birdhapley

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hitchell-mope · 2 years

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MCU sword and sorcery au

This is a purely medieval setting like Narnia, the dragon prince or Warcraft. Mostly because I don’t want to clog up my modern fantasy/88 tag. Anyway. Let’s begin

The kingdom of California: oldest kingdom, technologically advanced and prosperous. Allied with Manhattan.

Anthony Stark. King

Virginia Stark. Queen.

Morgan Stark. Only child and heir

Peter Parker. Anthony’s ward and squire

Harley Keener. Anthony’s beneficiary and squire.

James Rhodes. Knight and Anthony’s best friend

Harold Hogan. Anthony’s bodyguard

May Hogan. Peter’s aunt and guardian. Virginia’s lady’s maid. Harold’s wife

Steven Stark. Anthony’s adoptive brother. Wanda’s husband.

Buchanan Stark. Anthony’s adoptive brother.

Bruce Banner. Court inventor. Cursed to be a wereorc.

Michelle Jones. Rhodes’s ward. Peter’s lover.

Edward Leeds. Bruce’s apprentice. Peter’s best friend

Carol Danvers. Anthony’s court mage.

Nicolas Fury. Anthony’s chief advisor.

Maria Hill. Captain of the army

The Kingdom of Manhattan: made up mostly of farmers and archers but still advanced and prosperous. Allied with California.

Clinton Barton. King.

Laura Barton. Queen

Cooper Barton. First born and heir

Lila Barton. Middle child.

Nathaniel Barton. Youngest child

Natasha Banner. Clinton’s adoptive sister. Captain of the army. Bruce’s wife

Wanda Rogers. Clinton’s ward and court mage. Stevens wife.

Pietro Maximoff. Clinton’s ward, Wanda’s twin brother and assistant.

Thomas Rogers. Wanda’s son. Inherited her magic. Steven’s stepson

William Rogers. Wanda’s son. Inherited her magic. Thomas’s twin brother. Steven’s stepson

Kate Bishop. Clinton’s ward and star archer.

Yelena Belova. Natasha’s long lost sister. Knight in training

Allies to the allied kingdoms: these people live on the border between California and Manhattan and have helped them both. Sometimes against their better judgment

Henry Pym. Inventor.

Janet Pym. Inventor. Henry’s wife

Scott Lang. Small time bandit. Ally to Steven Stark

Hope Lang. Inventor. Henry and Janet’s daughter. Scott’s second wife

James Paxton. Sheriff.

Margaret Paxton. James Paxton’s wife. Scott’s ex wife

Cassandra Lang. Scott and Maggie’s daughter

Stephen Strange. Healer. Sorcerer at Kamar-Taj.

Kingdom of Asgard and the Guardians: Asgard is a kingdom in the vast mountain ranges. The Guardians are a group of freelance mercenaries currently settled in the kingdom

Thor Odinson. King

Valkyrie Odinson. Queen

Loki Laufeyson. Frost Giant. Thor’s adoptive brother. And a constant pain in his side.

Sylvie Laufeydottir. Frost Giant. Loki’s literal other half and lover

Peter Quill. Half dark magus. Leader of the Guardians. Grew up as part of the marauding Ravagers before setting off on his own

Gamora Quill. Orc. Adoptive daughter of a warlord before she escaped. Fantastic warrior. Quill’s wife.

Drax. Troll. A great warrior and chieftain until his entire clan was wiped out. Now allied with Quill

Rocket. Used to be a regular human. But was cursed into the form of a sentient raccoon. Weapons expert

Groot. The spirit of a sentient tree. Rocket’s surrogate son

Mantis Quill. Half wood elf. Half dark magus. Peter Quill’s half sister. Drax’s adoptive daughter

Kraglin Obfonteri. Human. Quill’s adoptive brother in their old Ravagers clan

Nebula Obfenteri. Dark elf. Gamora’s adoptive sisters. Also escaped from Thanos a little while after her. Sees Anthony as a father figure. Kraglin’s wife.

The heretic hoard: criminals, murderers and villains working against the allied kingdoms

Thanos. Orc warlord. Kidnapped trained and abused Gamora and Nebula from a young age

Obadiah Stane. Anthony’s old regent. Uses his knowledge of the kingdom to help the hoard win

Quentin Beck. Dark magus. Anthonys former mage. Is the only one who’s ever come close to beating Parker in a fight.

Yon-Rogg. Carol’s former mentor who intentionally sabotaged her training to keep her under his thumb.

Agatha Harkness. Psychotic witch. Wanda’s nemesis.

Alexander Pearce. Former friend and ally of Nicholas Fury.

Mobius M Mobius. Loki and Sylvia’s former captor.

Eugene Thompson. Dark magus in training. Quentin’s protégé. Peter Parker’s old bully.

#marvel cinematic universe #pepperony #brutasha #scarlet america #spideychelle #claura #langdyne #thorkyrie #starmora #sylki #kragula #sword and sorcery au

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