#to keep the spideychelle dream alive

[abcd-em]

I posted 7,739 times in 2022

That's 7,737 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (4%)

7,413 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@seek--rest

@karinaisloud

@spideymichelle

@justaleapoffaith

@rejectofsociety

I tagged 2,364 of my posts in 2022

#petermj - 219 posts

#spideychelle - 197 posts

#ask me anything - 195 posts

#peter parker - 184 posts

#my fics - 184 posts

#michelle jones - 133 posts

#fic recs - 92 posts

#spiderman - 85 posts

#nwh - 72 posts

#michelle x peter - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cant wait for the next time i disappear from fandom and then get reminded of a fic that changed me and have to undergo this process again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Peter Isn't Dead

Peter Parker died in battle six months ago. There was no body, but they all knew. So, why has MJ seen him in the backgrounds of newspaper clippings halfway across the country?

MJ embarks on a road trip of a lifetime to hunt down her pressumed-dead husband and bring him back to where he belongs. She starts to realise there are much bigger forces at play.

Based on Alice Isn't Dead

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55 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

Mover Awayer

“I like you.” MJ tells him.

“I know.” Peter nods.

“And we won’t stay friends if we go to college as a couple.”

“You’ve said.”

“So we don’t go to college as a couple.” Peter opens his mouth to speak, but MJ cuts him off, squeezing his hand and being the one to step into his space this time. “We break-up mutually, let each other go the night before I move. We date and then have one big celebration of it all so we can go back to being friends afterwards.”

Chapter 1

55 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

NWH Fic Round Up

Since NWH is back on everyone's minds... I'm gonna do some shameless self-promo and share my NWH compliant fics. (Also my attempt at starting to sort a more organised masterlist)

Enjoy!

Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long - Series

One of us has gotta keep a promise - completed

This series covers Peter, Michelle and Ned’s perspective of things as they regain their memories and try to come back together.

These can be read as standalones, but personally, I think they're better together

MJ has to deal with the aftermath of regaining her memories and finding out that Peter has already moved on.

There is no answer - one shot

While moving MJ finds a note she wrote to herself during NWH

In darkness or in daylight - one shot

Kraven's Last Hunt inspired. Peter is buried alive and has to dig himself out.

We could be the way forward (and I know I'll pay for it) - one shot

Socialite MJ meets Spider-Man again after years apart when she attends a function with one Harry Osborn

It's nice to have a friend - one shot

MJ's perspective on her friendship with Ned and Peter from Pre-Hoco through to Post NWH.

You can hear it in the silence - one shot

Little moments of love between Peter and MJ

You and I walk a fragile line - one shot

Peter's the last of the Parker Line. He didn't think it'd go like this - it's about THAT scene

He's gonna burn this house to the ground - WIP

Dream sharing... or rather, nightmare sharing. Peter really can't catch a break when it comes to magic.

64 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

Everybody Talks

Collab with @seek--rest

For the darling, beloved @spideymichelle

"I've seen what you can do. I want you to take point on this."

She knows better than to celebrate before she's gotten all the information, seen huge campaigns pulled before they can ever be launched - from both sides, planning and participating.

MJ knows it all feels too good for the moment. There has to be something that balances the scale.

There’s always a catch.

"Who’s the client?"

"The Avengers."

Her brain stops for a moment. The sound of the office cutting out behind her as she takes in what has just been said. She wonders if Ned had actually switched her with one of his AI - like she's stuttering to reboot.

At the thought of Ned, a face and a mask flashes into her mind. Empty spaces at lunch tables and a missing name on registers. Forlorn expressions and the early days of a tentative new friendship spent checking silent phones.

“No.”

Chapter 1

64 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Behind Glass Doors

“They think we hate each other!”

“But we don’t.” She says. Her words are slow and drawn out like she’s struggling to follow. Peter knows he can get in his own head sometimes, but he feels like this isn’t one of those instances.

“Exactly!”

“So why does it matter?” She asks. Her words cut straight to the point. There’s not anything they can do. Coming out and saying ‘well, no. Actually. Spider-Man does not hate MJ Watson, in fact, he thinks about her quite regularly and has been living with her for the past eighteen months’ wasn’t a possibility.

For @spideychelleweek Day 3 & 6: Established Relationship & Secret Relationship/Fake-Dating (or hating in this instance)

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80 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Take Flight

Brad confronts MJ about her and Peter's relationship on the plane ride home to NY as Peter watches the conversation from afar.

MJ was happy she told Peter everything and that they were now... whatever they were now. Okay? She was happy, is happy.

But, she's not going to lie and say she isn't just a teensy bit scared by the newness of it all. She's barely had any friends in the first place and what, now she had a... boyfriend??? This was completely uncharted new territory for her and while it could be construed as an exciting exhibition on one hand, it could also be called a plunge into a deep dark abyss on the other.

Which was why after MJ got back to the class, and they all made sure everyone was safe, MJ texted Peter that she wanted to talk. It didn't have to be right at that moment or night though, they literally almost just died, they can take some time to just take a breather before figuring out the mechanics of their relationship.

And that's exactly the reason why Peter Parker was currently snuggled next to MJ, sound asleep, 4 hours into their 9 hour flight. and although, MJ admits that her shoulder's started to transition from sore to losing all form of sensation completely, MJ can't help but feel really happy for Peter. He's finally getting some well earned and deserved rest, and even though MJ knows she has no way to truly know what Peter's actually thinking... he seems happy to be with her, doesn't he? "Because I mean, I am. I'm happy I'm with Peter" MJ thinks to herself. Maybe MJ's just happy Peter's happy to be with her.

However, as happy MJ is being with Peter, unfortunately, her bladder isn't so happy. Suffice it to say, she desperately had to pee, no matter how cute a sleepy cuddly Peter Parker by her side looked. And so with almost surgical precision, MJ proudly thought of herself, she carefully lifted Peter off of her arm and shoulder, and lied his head down a pillow. The operation seemed successful enough, the patient was still sound asleep. And so, after making sure Peter was all good, MJ jetted the hell out of her row and quietly sprinted down the aisle as fast as she could to get to the bathroom.

After MJ relieved herself in the bathroom, she stood just outside it to stretch her limbs some. She had just been sitting and been repurposed into a human pillow for 4 hours, she needed to jolt her limbs back to life.

But, as she sees Brad Davis shyly waving to her as he heads towards her direction, MJ thinks maybe she should have just let her limbs stay dead after all.

"Hey, MJ"

"Hi, Brad"

Untolerable awkward silence ensues for a few seconds that feel like forever.

"Oh sorry, uh did you need to use the bathroom? Heh completely forgot I was blocking it"

MJ tries for a quick escape, hoping it was the locale Brad was here for. Though, MJ knew it was probably for naught.

"Actually..." says Brad, grabbing MJ's elbow which earns an instinctive glare from her.

Brad quickly lets go and says "Oh, sorry."

"Uhhh I just thought I could ask you something?"

Here's the thing with Brad fucking Davis, okay. There's the very well known Fight or Flight instinct that occurs in the face of being forced to confront a problem. However, there's another F that also occurs when being forced to confront a problem, Freeze. And that's exactly what MJ did in the face of interacting with Brad; she didn't run away nor did she nip the problem in the bud, she just... did nothing. She let whatever happen happen between them because there didn't seem to be any harm in it. Until now. Shit.

MJ merely sighs and nods in defeat. Well, she would have had to have this conversation at some point, might as well do it in the front of an airplane bathroom stall. Just rip the fucking bandaid off already.

"Yeah, sure, Brad. Hit me with it."

"It's just that, I saw you were sitting next to Peter and you guys were holding hands..."

"Uhm yeah, yeah we were in fact... doing all those things."

"Sooo..." phrased Brad as if he wanted MJ to finish his sentence for him.

"The hell I will" thought MJ, Brad can finish his sentences himself.

"You still haven't asked your question."

Brad simply sighs, exasperated MJ's had him forced to actually ask her what he's been dreading instead of her just telling him off the bat.

"Does that mean you guys are together now?" Brad asks, sneaking a look at the seats Peter and MJ were occupying.

The action makes MJ take a look as well, and in a blink and you'll miss it moment, (but this is MJ we're talking about, of course she didn't miss it) MJ spots a pair of suspiciously widened brown eyes and scruffy bed head airplane hair peeking out of her aisle seat and then immediately detracting back into the seats.

"This boy sometimes..." thought MJ. It truly was a wonder why she felt the way she felt about him. Goddamn Peter Parker.

MJ merely lightly chuckles to herself, Peter was just too fucking ridiculous and cute for his own good.

And so, despite the fact that they haven't even really talked about it yet, MJ feels brave enough to take the plunge for herself and say

"Yeah"

MJ looks back again to the seats, and once again, Peter was trying and failing to sneakily take a peek.

MJ smiles at her boyfriend's actions, shakes her head in adorable exasperation, looks back at Brad Davis and says "Yeah, we are."

"Uhm was there anything else?"

Brad's dissapointed demeanor could not be missed but it seems he's accepted MJ's answer and replies "No, no there wasn't."

"Okay, bye then. I'll just... see you in school, I guess"

"Yeah. See you," says Brad waving goodbye to MJ.

MJ waves bye back, turns around, and heads back to her seat, breathing one big sigh of relief.

God, she's glad that's over.

MJ finally makes it back to her seat and of course Peter would be pretending to be fiddling around his phone when she got there.

"Oh! Hey, MJ! Did you... go to the bathroom or something?" Peter asks in what could possibly be the most try hard fake oblivious one could muster.

MJ had no words, only the irl facial expression version of this (-_-) to say to Peter.

"Out with it, Parker" MJ says, lightly smacking Peter's chest. "You and I both know my bathroom escapades isn't what's on your mind right now."

Peter chuckles at that, but it didn't help lessen his nerves over what he was going to ask.

"What did Brad want?" asks Peter, his tone completely serious, devoid of any chill whatsoever, and maybe just a tinge of genuine fear and nerves.

MJ chuckled at Peter's reaction, maybe a jelly Peter was just a little cute. But then she thought that Peter may genuinely be confused, and if MJ was being honest, so was she. Well, maybe confused isn't the right word, more... unsure. Maybe they really needed to have this talk.

But then again, Peter was being too cutely nervous and jealous for his own good right now, fidgetly waiting in anticipation to find out what she and Brad were talking about. She had to mess with him about it. She was only human.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, are you being jealous right now?" asks MJ in the most fakely shocked tone she could muster.

And despite the fact that their altitude is like a couple of hundreds of feet up in the air, inside a metal air conditioned vehicle where he was just previously all cuddly and snuggly like in his blanket, Peter felt like it just got 100 degrees hotter in here and is desperately flubbing and flustered and has seemingly forgotten any word in any language.

"NO!! I mean... yes??"

Peter was still panicking and figuring out what to do and MJ just can't help herself, she really just can't.

"Because you know jealousy is the most common motive in murders and considering the fact that you already told me that you almost got Brad killed, plus the fact that-"

MJ leans in to whisper closer to Peter, looking around them and making sure no one's listening for dramatic effect.

"-you're the spider-man vigilante who beats up criminals, gang members, and super villains on a daily basis"

MJ finally leans away to talk normally now.

"that I just, I'm a bit concerned, Peter" MJ says, barely able to keep her laughter in check, but is able to nevertheless.

MJ's pretty sure she might have just broken Peter.

"OhmyGod MJ, NO! i dont i dont wanna kill Brad!"

It's a miracle the passengers of the entire plane didn't look at them with how loud the nervous Peter Parker shouted that out of context very incriminating line.

Luckily, Peter regains some of his common sense back and starts to speak in hushed softer tones.

"I mean do i dislike the guy? yeah maybe a little but it's just cause you have no idea what he was going to do MJ. Did i tell you why i almost killed him? Because really it was just an accident and i only meant-"

Peter blabbered on, explaining himself, when MJ thought okay, enough was enough, MJ said to herself. She can let Peter off the hook he is currently dangling himself in right now.

"Peter..."

"And then the agent just took her gun out while i was still half naked and-"

MJ merely sighs in exasperation and decides to kiss Peter, grabbing him by the collar of his science pun shirt, just to shut him up already before his head explodes.

And of course it shuts him up, him almost kissing back immediately even despite the slight confusion over what just happened.

MJ smirks a slight grin before pulling away from the kiss and Peter is left with an airy smille and a slightly confused but mostly happy expression on his face.

"I'm so confused," says Peter, chuckling, "What just happened?"

MJ lightly chuckles as well, shaking her head, and says "Look, Peter, I know we haven't really... talked about anything yet. And if I'm being honest, I'm still also confused or maybe just unsure about a lot of things as well. But the one thing I am sure on is that... i really like you. I couldn't care less about Brad Davis if i tried. As far as I'm concerned, he's irrelevant."

And finally, for the first time since he woke up and saw MJ talking to Brad, Peter can actually breathe properly.

"Oh okay. That's that's good cause I really like you too," says Peter with an ear to ear grin on his face.

"Well okay then, now if you excuse me, it's my turn to sleep, your turn to have numb limbs so skootch" says MJ with a yawn and gesturing for Peter to move.

Peter simply smirks, does as he's told, and replies "Gladly", making space for MJ to lay her head on his shoulder this time.

And as MJ felt her eyes slowly start to droop, and her finally starting to feel the sweet slumber of sleep overtake her, she holds and grabs onto Peter tighter, and she thinks to herself that she can actually sympathize with Peter's feelings of jealousy. As she feels herself start to fall asleep, lying her head onto Peter's shoulder, MJ is really glad to have this idiot that she can call hers. MJ only hopes that Peter feels that he can call her his as well.

Because as Peter watches MJ asleep, peaceful and at ease, he still can't help but feel that MJ deserves better than him. He finds himself at awe that the girl of his dreams is right here sleeping next to him and not, tall hunky quarterback Brad Davis who knows all her books and off the cuff literary references.

"Hey, MJ, I know you're probably asleep right now. But I just want you to know I'm really glad you're with me. You deserve so much better than me or even, Brad. I'm glad I get to be with you. I- really, I just think it's unbelievable that you actually like me."

MJ's heart warms, consequently melts, and her eyes shot up open at Peter's confession.

MJ has this vulnerable look on her face and she can't help but kiss Peter again, but this time it isn't rushed and unexpected, done to shut him up, it's for her to tell him something she can't put into words just yet.

MJ breaks away from the soft slow kiss, looks Peter in the eyes, and says "I told you, Peter, I actually like it better broken. I wasn't just talking about the necklace."

MJ looks at Peter with a sympathetic reassuring smile on her face and this time Peter kisses MJ now. After it ends, they don't need to say anything more, maybe they don't even really need to have their talk now. They both know what they both mean to each other, and they don't really need to say anything more than that.

So after their kiss and they both just share a lingering look, realizing just the importance of what they have, and not really needing to say anything more, since they both already know, MJ gets back to Peter's shoulder and closes her eyes one more time.

But just before MJ sleeps soundly for good, she says this without even opening her eyes.

"Hey Peter," her statement stifled by a yawn "if we still have a couple of hours, after i take this nap, we should watch a movie with that splitter of yours."

Peter perks up over the idea of him getting to do his plan after all and is happily surprised over the fact that MJ somehow found out.

"Oh, great idea, MJ. What do you wanna watch?"

MJ begins to suggest a plethora of true crime thrillers that has the murderer killing someone out of jealousy and Peter laughs. Peter jokes about how "you're never going to let this go, are you?"

"What do you think?" asks MJ before finally actually going to sleep for reals now this time, the last time.

"But you know what though, I actually kinda dig the jealous look on you, Parker. Kinda hot."

Peter chuckles to himself as MJ struggles to keep the smile forming on her face in check.

There is a very well known phenomenon that occurs when one's forced to confront a problem. In the case of confronting the pragmatics and mechanics of what Peter and MJ's relationship actually was, let's just say they took flight.

~end~

DID YOU GUYS GET IT? DO YOU GET THE TITLE NOW? BECAUSE THEY'RE IN A PLANE RIGHT NOW, AND THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST ACTUAL START OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO IT'S THEIR RELATIONSHIP TAKING FLIGHT AS IN TAKING OFF LIKE AN AIRPLANE. WHICH I ALSO CONNECTED TO THE FIGHT OR FLIGHT RESPONSE. WHICH I THINK IS ALSO APPROPRIATE SINCE THEY KINDA DECIDED THEY DIDNT NEED TO DO THEIR TALK ANYMORE. GET IT????

haha ok whew fuck im glad that's over and done with. this was supposed to be for day 5, any pick of fanfic topics, and the topic i chose was ya guessed it, jealousy haha (altho i actually had the idea for the fic first and then i thought it could be applied for day 5 hehe)

omfg im so glad im actually finishing these things now. thank gods for the weekend hahaha.

and thank uuuu @tare8chan for helping me figure out how mj would react to a jelly peter. her connecting that to murder is PURE GENIUS AND U DESERVE ALL THE CREDIT FOR THINKING IT UP SO REALLY THANK YOU SO EFFING MUCH.

a bunch of ur ideas made it into this fic because they're so effing great so tytytytyty THANKYOUUUUUU

i cant fucking believe spideychelle month week 2 is over, folks, it's been quite a ride so far :') <3

ONTO WEEK THREEEEE AHOOYYY TOOT TOOOTTT

3000 hoorahs for more spideychelle yalls woohoooooooo

#spideychelle month #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle #michelle jones #peter parker #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #spideychellemonth #spideychelle fluff #spideychelle fic #spideychelle fanfiction #ffh spoilers #:') #<3

[stark-tony]

underrated irondad and spiderson fic recs part 1

Men's Synch 3m Platform by loudestfandomsoftheworld

summary: or 5 times Peter Parker goes dumpster diving, and one time he does something else... " “You took my nephew dumpster diving?” Ben asked incredulously.

 His wife stood tall with a toddler strapped to her chest, tugging at one end of a couch with all her might. “I did not,” 

“Twash!” Peter yelled."

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

do you even remember what the world looks like? by iron_spider

summary: Tony’s heart has been working on overdrive since this whole thing started. Friday has a countdown clock plastered on the heads up display, but it feels like hieroglyphics to him at this point, like some ancient language he could never master.

Because when Peter Parker is missing, things start losing their meaning real quick.

“Should be around here,” Rhodey says on the com. May is still on the other line, listening in, because once a certain amount of time goes by without word from Peter, things move into Extremely Worried Aunt territory. They’re already in Tony Is Panicking territory, and when both of those territories overlap it’s never a good time for anybody.

Time? What the hell is time? His mind is blanking numbers out entirely. Minutes are seconds are hours are years.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Empty Casket by Jen27ny

summary: After the Vulture, Tony should have known better.

He should have listened to Peter.

But he didn’t.

And now, Peter is dead.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Patient #2252 by TheSoulOfAStrawberry

summary:  When a warehouse comes down on Spider-Man’s head and leaves him with a brain injury, Queens social worker Bianca Browne and Dr Grace Li of NY-Presbytarian Hospital find themselves racing the NYPD to uncover Spidey’s identity and get him help before he can be charged with a litany of crimes.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: police brutality

That's why they call me mr. fahrenheit by SparrowFlight246

summary: Peter’s on fire.

He wakes up fast, and before he even gets the chance to feel the pain, the aches, the dizziness, he feels the heat. It’s all encompassing, a raging inferno blooming from within him and burning him up from the inside out, and god, it—

—god, it hurts.

-

Peter gets whammied by a 24-hour superbug, and Tony’s left to keep him alive until tomorrow morning.

It sounds a hell of a lot easier than it ends up being.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

not like megatron by iron_spider

summary: “Hi! This is Peter Parker, I can’t get to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later! Hopefully not too much later, but don’t get your hopes up!”

Tony knows that message by heart. He’s heard it hundreds of times, in a greyer world, and it sends shivers down his spine as he climbs into the car.

He doesn’t think about that place. That half-world. No way, that’s done, that’s over, that’s history.“Hey, kid, don’t you know it’s bad etiquette to go and disappear on your birthday? Not allowed, really, really bad vibes from the universe. What’s going on with your suit? I wasn’t watching. Nope. Just got an alert. What’s going on? Uh, call me back.” He clears his throat and hangs up like a moron, driving out into the street.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater by frostysunflowers

summary:  ''Dying.''

''You’re not dying.''

''Totally am.'

'''God, I hope not, otherwise May will skin me alive.''

or

A weekend visit to the cabin doesn't go according to plan.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, humor

warnings: none

an irondad's misguided approach to homesickness by livingtheobsessedlife

summary: Peter mentions it once. Once. That he’s maybe kinda sorta vaguely somewhat homesick. MIT is no Queens, that’s all really. All in all, Pete’s having a great time at college. Really, truly.

The thing is that Tony’s never really taken the whole ‘only mentioning it once’ thing all that well. Not when it comes to Peter at least.

This time is no exception.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

you held your pride like you should have held me by searchingforstars

summary: “I had to take the risk!” Peter snaps. “I saved your life.”

Tony’s stare hardens. “Yeah, and nearly ended your goddamn own. This isn’t a trade-off. It wasn’t your call to make.”

“You would have done the same thing to protect me,” Peter points out. Tony just seethes at the statement.

“I don’t care about what you think I would have done. You are not me. And I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself."

--

or, as the timer ticked down, Peter knew his only option was to take things into his own hands. He just didn’t expect Tony to be mad at him for saving his life.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

always on duty by parkrstark

summary:  Peter manages to convince Tony to take him to a gala, but when Tony is hurt, he realizes that it's just as dangerous to be Tony Stark as it is to be Iron Man. 

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, humor

warnings: none

Out of Left Field by blondsak, seekrest

summary: Even if Tony didn’t end up becoming a big fan of the Mets, Peter knew they’d still have a great time at the game. And the fact that Tony wanted to go with Peter badly enough to make it clear that he should buy a pair of tickets as a birthday gift?

Peter shakes his head fondly.

Maybe for once the month of May was going to work out for him after all.

pairings: spideychelle

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

three weeks, two days, seven hours by crowkag

summary: It was a mess. A real mess. Peter had been gone for three weeks, two days, and seven hours, taken right out from under their noses.

And Tony was laying on the floor.

(AKA “you’ll always get there first”, but from Tony’s POV.)

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: 

for as long as i live and as long as i love (i will never not think about you) by searchingforstars

summary: When Tony first started to forget things, Peter thought maybe it was just age. People’s memories fade as they get older, right? Minds get weaker. It’s just natural.

But Tony has arguably the sharpest mind of the 21st century. Peter should have realised that it was never going to be just getting weaker. It was never going to be just age.

No - not when the sharpest mind of the 21st century also happened to come into contact with the deadliest amount of gamma radiation known to man five years ago.

--

or, Tony’s sacrifice is still haunting them five years later. Peter has to come to terms with the fact that Tony’s memory is fading.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

a dream is a wish by floweryfran

summary: Tony seems to panic for a moment, shifting his weight foot to foot, before spitting out in one mouthful, “I have a business trip in Florida right before your spring break and I talked to May and she says I can bring you to Disney for the week once it’s done ahhh.” He then breathes, grins plastically, and holds his hands out, like, I’m Tony Stark, hold your applause.

Peter runs the words through his head no less than three times to make sure he had understood them properly. “Disney—you and me—spring break?” he repeats.

Tony nods, hair flopping. “I mean, like, don’t feel obligated to say yes, but I thought it would be fun since May says you’ve never gone and she would’ve been working for your whole break anyway, y’know, at least this way we won’t be worrying about you sitting home alone for hours doing G-d only knows what—building accidental robot armies or something, or, worse, becoming a couch potato and forgetting every bit of knowledge I’ve ever carefully placed in that rat trap you call a brain—”

“Tony,” Peter says, waving his hands to shut Tony up. Something warm sits in the core of his chest, hovering. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, yeah, for sure, let’s—Disney. Let’s go. Wow.”

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Of birthday cake and millennium falcons by frostysunflowers

summary: "You still haven’t answered my question," MJ says, taking another sip of her juice.

 "Isn’t it obvious?" Tony replies, scratching at one of the scars on his neck with the end of a screwdriver. "It’s Ben’s birthday."

"And Ben’s birthday warrants a…" MJ waves a hand vaguely, "what the hell is that thing anyway?"

or

Tony has no self control when it comes to birthday parties and his grandson.

pairings: spideychelle

tags: fluff

warnings: none

what i have, i give to you by aatticsaltt

summary:  Tony would give everything to Peter Parker, if he asked for it. When May calls telling Tony she thinks Peter isn't feeling well, he drops everything to go check up on his favorite spider kid.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Smile! by aatticsaltt

summary:  Taking Peter to Disney World was one of Tony's better ideas.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

and when it's hard, i'll place your head into my hands by hopeless_hope

summary: “Tony,” Pepper sing-songs to get his attention. “Your mother hen is showing.”

“What?” he snaps indignantly. “I am not a mother hen. This is just... concern. Of the average kind. Perfectly normal.”

“Of course,” Pepper humors him, and he shoots her a dirty look as he types out a quick text to Peter.

or

It's been five days since Tony's heard from Peter, who's away at college, and Tony is not coping well. (Neither is Peter.)

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

Of Wally-Crawly Harnesses and Over-Enthusiastic Hat-Bestowing Capabilities by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

summary: Tony raises a brow at him in triumph, then sniffs and rubs the side of his nose. “Besides, think of it this way. Now you got a bullet-proof neck.”

“Nobody would even shoot a sad-looking orphan bundled like a spring roll in Red Heart yarn,” Peter points out. “That’s just low.”

“Excuse me, young buck, I resent the implication that I would let Red Heart come within an inch of your skin.”

“You’re insufferable,” Peter says flatly. “I hate you.”

“And just for that, I think this calls for those wool socks I was working on,” Tony says brightly.

“No--no, wait--”

“It’s time to learn that your consequences have actions, Parker--”

“Wait, wait, I love your knitting, I think it’s super healthy and fulfilling and honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to you since you retired!” Peter hollers at the man’s figure as it retreats quickly down the hallway. -- After Peter faints into hibernation because he can't thermoregulate, Tony isn't taking anymore chances. Out come the wool skeins and the knitting needles.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

how do you sandwich!? by killerqueenwrites

summary: “Why are you buttering toast before you toast it?

”“I’m not toasting this.”

“Then what are you doing?” Peter demands.

“I’m making a sandwich.”

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

What I Can't Live Without by aatticsaltt

summary: Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Heavy lies the heart of the father who has to watch his son bow beneath the weight of the world.

or: When Peter calls Happy needing a ride out of the Netherlands, it's Tony who comes to the rescue.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Tales from Quarantine by just_a_hungry_author

summary: Peter, Morgan, and Tony are all stuck inside during the Coronavirus quarantine. Morgan learns to play Monopoly, Tony struggles to help with 1st grade math, and a prank war ensues.

God, this is the longest two weeks ever.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

if we have each other by ftmpeter

summary: "Do you ever just, like, feel like you’re upside down?"

"You are upside down, Pete."

"Sounds fake."

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

What Happens in the Blanket Fort Stays in the Blanket Fort by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

summary: “Well, I was gonna discuss with May some legal particulars about changes to my will that involve you,” Tony drawls, “but looks like I’ll just have to change my plans.”

There’s a beat. And then a yodel: “I’m just a poor boy, I need--”

“If not for this goddamn quarantine, I’d be there in a flash to shut you up myself, Spidey-Tighties.”

“You made these ‘tights’.”

“Funsie-onesie.”

“Mr. Stark.”

“Cooty-footies.”

“Mr. Stark. I’m begging you. What does that even mean.” -- Tony comes over to keep Peter company during the quarantine while the kid waits for May to come home from work at the hospital. Bants are had. Feelings are spilled. And maybe, just maybe, a hug or two is shared.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

On his Shoulders by snarkymuch

summary: “Please, please,” Tony begged, “Keep breathing, kid. Don’t do this to me. You can’t leave me like this.” The morning started like any other for Tony. He kissed Pepper good morning and sipped his coffee. He scanned his emails and chatted with Pepper about the vacation they were always planning but never took. The calm should have been a warning, as the storm always followed.

OR

Peter and Tony get trapped in a building collapse and Peter is gravely injured.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

coronapocalypse by peterstank

summary:  “This whole quarantine thing shouldn’t even apply to me.”

“Uh, I beg to differ, it’s very serious,” replies Tony’s voice, slightly muffled like he’s got his phone pressed between his shoulder and chin. “We’re all on lockdown, which means no leaving your place unless it’s for emergencies.”

“And what qualifies as an emergency?”

There’s a pause.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not in your apartment?”

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

Little White Lies by snarkymuch

summary:  Peter gets injured and tries to treat it himself, hiding it from Tony, but he can't keep it hidden forever.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Peter Parker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Semester by just_a_hungry_author

summary: "So tell me, Kid." Tony said, patting the space next to him. "What's been going on?"

"Nothing's been going on." Peter denied, but he sat down anyway.

"Pete, don't bottle your emotions up. Only I'm allowed to do that."

When Peter again didn't smile at his joke, Tony continued. "I know you're stressed, Bud. But tell me why so I can help you."

"It's nothing you can help." Peter mumbled.

"Can I at least try?"

"I've just been having a bad week."

OR: Peter’s been having a rough time at college, Tony tries to jump in and help. 3000 words of pure fluff.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Windy Webs by silentsaebyeok

summary:  And that was it. He was officially an idiot. Peter didn’t mean to be dramatic, but this was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to him, even if there was no one around to witness the fall of the century. -- Peter goes web-slinging in dangerous weather and gets seriously injured. It doesn't help that he has to spend the whole summer living with the consequences.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Peter gets the chickenpox by snarkymuch

summary:  Peter and Morgan both catch the chickenpox. Morgan's case is mild, but Peter's is severe. Tony takes care of them both.

pairings:  none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

#irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #my fic recs #police brutality tw

[forasecondtherewedwon]

The Man in the Spoon

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle) Rating: E Word Count: 1683

This is a submission for Thotumn, organized by @spideysmjs!!! Today’s prompt: Early Morning.

Summary: Peter keeps waking up as the little spoon.

“How does this happen?” Peter wonders, his first words of the day only slightly less formless than a hum. “I’m always the big spoon when I fall asleep.”

MJ laughs softly from behind him and continues kissing languidly across his shoulder. Their cheap curtains suck—too sheer for the slice of sunlight that greets them every morning, hot and golden as a cheesy piece of pizza—and she’s woken him up outlining the rhomboid of light with her lips. She kisses again where his skin is bright orange and he presses back against her mouth. Funny how he can sound like he’s complaining with the way he loves her sleepy shows of affection.

“It’s because I curl around you in my sleep. I have an instinctual desire to protect you, Puppy.”

She can get away with the nickname this early.

“Really?” He sighs happily as she makes her way to his neck.

“No. It happens because you sleep really deeply after coming home from a mission and it’s easy to crawl over you so I can do this…”

The hand MJ was resting lightly on his hip slips down, easing the elastic waist of his boxers away from his abdomen and reaching in to stroke him where he’s predictably hot with sleep and half-hard with whatever position he dreamed her into last night. Peter groans, rough and delicious, the sound like an aural spiral of shaved chocolate. As if she wasn’t already wet from the anticipation. It pleases her to please him.

“Did you do good?” she asks so softly into his ear.

“Home in one piece,” he breathes, totally relaxed against her as he trusts her to do what she likes.

“I’m so proud of you.”

MJ returns to kissing his neck, occasionally catching his skin between her teeth and giving a short tug, just to hear him suck in air. She cups the head of his dick. Feeling the wetness against her palm, she rubs in an unhurried circling motion, smearing him with his own arousal before taking him in her fist again and spreading it down his length. He makes a guttural noise, throat going taut under her lips.

“How come you’re not this sweet all the time, huh?” Peter asks, bucking his hips shallowly into her grip.

“I do the laundry when you leave your regular clothes all over the place in your rush to scamper out of here to be Spider-Man, don’t I?”

“Yeah.”

She leans up on her elbow to watch his face; his lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. Eyes: closed.

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” But MJ goes on before her husband, with his bliss-scrambled brain, can reply. “I don’t watch ahead on any of our favourite shows without you. I’ve improved my aim enough to throw at least three out of five darts right into the forehead of the picture of Jameson we keep on the back of the bathroom door. Those are sweet gestures.”

Peter chuckles airily at that, then moans. He taps the shoulder he’s lying on and she sneaks her hand through in the sweaty crook between his neck and the pillow, tangling their fingers together.

“Nobody asked you to do that,” he reminds her.

“But I take pleasure in it,” she says casually into the underside of his jaw. “Speaking of. The things I do for you when you get home safe and I’m still up… Sweet, right?” MJ twists her wrists and pumps faster.

“Not sweet,” Peter gasps. “Those things are not sweet, and a lotta them are more like things you do to me.”

“I don’t remember hearing this pickiness when I was blowing you last Wednesday.”

“I was barely through the window! I still had the suit around my ankles.”

He makes a needy noise and she shakes their locked hands apart to run hers down his opposite arm, finding where he has a firm grip on their fitted sheet. She relocates that hold to the back of her head, helping him tumble into the memory by letting him dig his fingers into her hair and tug like he did that night.

“I was glad to see you.”

“You let me come—” He chokes. “—come down your throat.”

“I was very glad to see you.”

“God, yes,” Peter mutters, rocking through her fingers. “God, MJ, yes.”

“See, that’s more the kind of thing I remember hearing.”

He breaks every hold but the one he has on her heart when he flips over and pins her. Though the movement is rapid, it’s unaggressive; his posture melts down like he can seep into her skin. With he way he’s crazy about her, that might be exactly what Peter believes. MJ shuffles her legs apart under his weight, grateful when he rests naturally between her thighs, grateful that he’s home. They don’t need to acknowledge her nudity. His boxers are an issue though.

“You gonna take these off?” she wonders between slow, seeking kisses, snapping at the band.

“I guess it’s looking like I probably should.”

“Unless you don’t feel like being involved. I could just…” MJ grazes her hand down. Her knuckles bump against his erection as she draws uneven rings around her clit. She doesn’t touch it yet, but he doesn’t need to know that: she moans his name for effect.

Immediately, he’s kicking and fumbling his way out of his boxers, tearing the sheet off them both in the doing, and allowing the sun to stripe their skin in more generous swaths.

But when he goes in, he’s slow. Their foreheads meet. She shakes as he smoothly angles her hips with his hand. Delicately, she scratches up the back of his head. This small relief is a familiar secret between them; no one else would guess that Spider-Man’s scalp tingles when his mask’s been pressing his hair down a certain way for too long. With fleeting brushes, Peter starts in on what he considers the only proper process for kissing her in the morning. MJ’s patient with him. She got the spooning, the neck kisses, the grope down the front of his shorts. She got him home, alive. He can do what he likes.

Light glints off his ring. He doesn’t always remember to slip it back on when he drags himself home from patrol, but when he does, she appreciates it. Pictures him patting at the surface of the dresser in the dark, looking down at her, asleep in their bed, and feeling so connected, even more when he wears the ring she was the first to put on him. No matter how many times he takes it off when he leaves in the suit—because he’s afraid of losing it, because he’s terrified of soiling it with blood on the nights he punches through glass or brick or flesh until his knuckles tear or his fingers break or he cuts up the back of his hand in an unintentional pattern of ragged spiderwebs—she smiles to see he’s put it back on.

MJ turns her head to kiss his hand, undamaged, running her lips over the ring as well. There’s an adoring whine that comes out of him like it’s been thickening in his chest, ready for the inevitable moment when he’d need to use it. She doesn’t just call him ‘Puppy’ because it begins with the same letter as his name.

While he’s making this sound, the sound she associates with unconditional love, he thrusts tranquilly. The work he does on her is unlike what he does in the city at night. There are no closing windows of opportunity with them as MJ massages the back of his neck between her fingers and thumb, kneading out towards his shoulder. He doesn’t need to dart from place to place. Apart from sleeping, this is the longest he might spend in one spot all day. Her husband hefts her hips a little higher and her chest heaves. She tightens her stomach to grind her clit against him.

“Feel good today?” he asks.

“It’s you,” she says, tingling and open. There is no time in their past or future, MJ’s sure, when he won’t feel good inside her.

“You feel unbelievable.”

Though, for an unbelievable feeling, Peter has a lot to say about it when he kisses her cheek and murmurs admiration into her ear. He keeps his tone soft, his voice level as the kick of his hips produces short, stern strokes that have her shaking. Letting the arm holding him up buckle at the elbow, he lowers himself onto her. No more space. He clutches her hip and grinds against her clit, never quite catching his breath with his face tucking into her neck. His humid panting and the heat of his body, the warm place in the blankets where they’ve been sleeping, it’s all too hot to bear. Still, MJ gasps, “More,” and his arm winds beneath her to grab at her back. She lets her own arms flop limply onto the sheet until he’s thrusting so fast that she throws them around his waist, howling his name to the ceiling and the sun.

Through her orgasm, she can hear and feel how he’s barely hanging on, body tense and groans curling towards sobs. She loves him so.

“Let’s see it, Big Spoon,” MJ taunts playfully, hair snarled across the pillow and heart still pounding.

Peter snorts a laugh before climaxing in jerky jolts that clap her between a pair of cymbals, the sensation of his final thrusts rippling through her. Pulling him close, she kisses at his slack mouth. Gradually, he relearns how to kiss her back, and his hand slides up to cradle her head. He holds on a moment too long—he always does—and they separate with greedy inhalations.

“I slept really well last night,” Peter huffs, “with you curled around me.”

“And how were your dreams?”

He trails his thumb along the curve of her cheek and MJ flattens his hand against her face to keep him there. She tips her chin up in inquiry. Peter smiles.

“Sweet.”

#thotumn #my writing #spideychelle #spideychelle fanfiction #peter parker #peter x mj #peter x michelle #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones

[spideyxchelle]

Oooooouuuu please tell us your thoughts on FFH!!!!!! Did it meet your expectations? Your hopes and dreams for spideychelle!

I really enjoyed ffh. it was such a fun film and has so much heart. and I can’t wait to see it again. also, as a fan of the Raimi Spider-Man films, seeing J.K. Simmons on screen. my heart fell out of my shoes. I was so excited. 

to get more in-depth, even though I was 99.9999% certain that Mysterio was going to be an illusion master and betray Peter, I was still in complete awe of Jake Gyllenhaal’s performance. it was wow. the sequence just before Peter gets hit by the bus was my favorite of the entire film. it was jaw dropping. it felt like it could have been lifted straight from a comic book. 

the relationships in this film are wonderful, too. from Happy/Peter (which that scene on the plane was very, very emotional) to Peter/May (but I could have used more May, okay, marvel?) to “Fury”/Peter. ugh. it was all really good. and rich. Peter feels more and more complex as we meet him in each new installment. 

there was a lot of exposition dump truck in this film. normally, that shit annoys me. but I didn’t mind it in this film. it was done without hitting me over the head. and I really found myself wanting things to be explained. the Beck-evil-villain-speech to his goons was fun. and I loved that it went back as far as the first Iron-Man. well done, marvel. 

now, spideychelle. oh spideychelle. I love them. and I’m shocked that with less than four minutes of screen time in hoco our fandom got so much right. I thought it would annoy me if they had Peter with a crush on MJ from the jump, but I didn’t mind it so much. their chemistry, from that first scene, spoke for itself. I didn’t need half the movie to build it up. it was so sincere and soft and sweet. there was a real purity to the pair of them. 

and I loved how they so directly compared the Ned/Betty plot with Peter/MJ relationship. it so clearly says that their dynamic isn’t a whirlwind kind of high school romance. 

that scene on the bridge in Prague? where he thinks she has only been looking at him because he’s Spider-Man??? UGH. cinematic perfection. and the hotel room scene where he starts undressing. ugh. UGH. perfection. and when Peter tries to comm happy, asking if they are alive, please tell me you’re all alive, I think he says, it was unreal. his fear was palpable. 

also MJ is a superhero. her realizing that the drones are going to go after her and Ned. and that they should get away from the rest of the class to keep them safe? she did not even hesitate. and when she grabbed the mace, even though she could have died. OUR GIRL IS FEARLESS. 

I could talk so much about so many moments between spideychelle in this film. there are so many beautiful ones. them in Venice? them at Newark Int’l holding hands?? their back and forth at her hotel door with the 10 minutes, nah how about 5 minutes?????? everything hurt me in the best way.

I haven’t figured out how to talk about the scene on the London Bridge. it broke me. in the best way. when I figure out how to talk about it better than just word vomit, I will let you all know.  

#anon #asks #ffh spoilers

[theonlylal]

Photos and Cuddling - Spideychelle One Shot

A pre-relationship fic where both Peter and Michelle are pining over each other, but none of them want the address the elephant in the room

Read it on Ao3: (x)

Peter and Michelle have been friends for quite a while, now.

After the Homecoming, she came to him and Ned and offered her help to keep the secret. Initially it was just making up better excuses than Ned’s and his to the Decathlon Team, than it became creating fake account on Twitter that pointed the question of Spider-Man’s identity on some random dudes with a weird lifestyle. The last thing she has done is submitting one of her pieces to the school paper in which she explain how is impossible for an high school student to have both a superhero life and a “normal” teenager life.

She saved his butt more than once, that was plain and simple, and they have grown closer during that time covering his big secret together. Ned laughs his ass off every time she outwits him, because the three of them know that there is no competition between Peter and MJ. She is a simple genius, with her semi-photographic memory and her big amount of books. He is smart, and nobody doubts it, and he can answers math and science questions at decathlon without much difficult, but he doesn’t have the time to read a lot of books, seeing that he prefer using his free time Spidering or nerding on Star Wars with Ned.

How they have gone from discussing about everything to cuddling in a bed is a big question mark in MJ’s head. For more than a year, they have joked around and tried to prove that they were smarter than the other; at some point, Ned had started implying that they were joking around like a couple, but they both set him off both verbally and physically.

During the second week of summer break between Junior and Senior Years, Peter’s Aunt decided that she was old enough to stay a week at home alone and booked for a trip by herself. Peter claimed himself as brave, with superheroing and the Avengers stuff, but a whole week alone at home 24/7 scared the shit out of him; so inviting best friends over sounded like a win-win because he wasn’t scared and he could pass a lot of time with them unsupervisioned.

Basically Ned has come to live at his house and Michelle has already stayed over for more than half of the five passed days, but it was her first night there. That night they decided to not sleep and go on the highest (safe) building they could find to see the sunrise; Peter had proposed the Empire State Building, but it was far from Queens and they decided against it. After two hours of discussion, Peter remembered of the building he used as Spider-Man for looking at a big part of their Suburb and they all agreed on it.

After his daily patrol, that he refused to not do even if he had someone over at his house, they all went to the chosen building with backpacks full of needed things, such as Peter’s camera or a sheet to sit on instead of the rooftop. Joking around between the three of them was quite easy, by now it was some sort of common routine to just sit together and torture each other, physically or mentally it didn’t matter. Win physically against Peter is particularly difficult for oblivious reasons, but he has a weakness: he is ticklish and both Ned and Michelle know the particular spots to touch to make him jump.

Staying awake until 4am seemed pretty easy before doing it, but around 3:30am they were sleepy as hell and had to keep each other up, because they knew that if one fell asleep, they all would. Once the sun started to light up the sky around, Peter took out his camera and begun snapping photos of both his friends and the sky; he was trying not to take to many photos of Michelle, but he found it very difficult when she seemed made of gold under the rose-gold light of the sunrise. She took a little snap of him, she thought that no one had noticed her until she turned to Ned and he was smirking ear to ear.

Peter decided to use his powers to come back to his house, because he claimed that it would have taken too long to come back the same way they had gone there. He ended up going back and forth two time, carrying first Ned and then MJ. Back in his room they quickly changed and went to bed, Ned in the top bunk and Michelle and Peter in the bottom one; it wasn’t the first time that they slept together but the other times it was on some couch, “sitting” side-to-side.

All the sleepiness flew away from MJ as soon as the was laying next to Peter, she knew that he would be fast asleep soon and then she could hug him freely. After an amount of time that Michelle thought was enough, she turned herself toward him and tried to put her right arm on his chest; when he responded putting his hand on tom of hers, her heart stopped a beat worried that she had overstepped their bonding. When he shifted his right arm that was between them, she tried to jerk away her own but he kept hers in place and put his own behind his head.

Having a little free space between them, she decided to close it and put her head in the space between his head and his shoulder; his next action was completely unexpected: he put his right arm around her shoulders and hugged her back. Saying that her heart was beating faster was an understatement, but she could hear his, that was beating quite as fast, and it calmed her a bit. After that they both zoned out and fell asleep, or that is was she thought.

She was shaken awake by a finger that was slowly drawing circles and patterns on the exposed part of her back(sleep in a crop top and some shorts sounded great before this), she is still ashamed of how her body reacted to it and how she slightly turned her back toward his hand to invite him to had the other fingers. She was feeling so good that she decided that it was fair to make him feel the same, so she decided to start drawing random patterns on the left part of his chest with her nails.

That seemed to give courage to him and to went to explore further, up and down her right arm, near her neck and her face(she will bring to the tomb with her that she felt the goosebumps from head to toe when he slowly traced her ear). She reacted to it by tracing his left arm and going up to his face to caress the short beard he had on his jawline and she discovered that it was soothing for both of them: she found out that she loved a little bit of beard if it was on him(she usually joked about how awful were Flash’s or Ned’s attempts to grow a beard) and he ascertained that he loved when someone played with both his hair and facial hair.

He slowly stopped his movements when she continued tracing lines on his face and his right hand fount rest on her left that was resting around her waist, that stilled her for a couple of moments. When her right shoulder began to ache for keeping it up on his face, she took it down on his chest and begun tracing letters over random lines; only later in their relationship she will confirm his suspects about if she draw or not the letters “I like you” on his heart.

While she was tracing those incriminating letters, he started again to draw on her back and her crop top slowly slipped up and his fingers reached her bra, but he decided to be a gentleman and slowly stroked her top back to his original place and continued stroking just the base of her back. He was a gentleman, yes, but his hand kept creeping up until they both fell asleep between each other’s arms.

When they woke up around lunch they were back to back and both asked themselves if what happened in the night was just a dream. Seeing that what the event seemed quite odd, they both decided to not address it and go on like nothing happened: he even joked about how much he sweated that night because she seemed like a oven. Ned noticed that they were weird toward each other, but nobody was bringing up the problem so he decided to remain quiet and observe the evolution of the situation.

It took them another six months to finally kiss and start dating.

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[spideychelleforever]

Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which MJ Helps Her Beloved Peter Through an Emotionally Taxing Halloween

So Halloween is closing in

And even though it's hardly Valentine's Day or Christmas, MJ is feeling some magic in the air especially around Peter

So she decides to be bold and ask Peter to join her for a Halloween movie night

And they can bake those sugar cookies with printed designs on them

And watch either great or terrible scary movies

So MJ comes up to Peter and shuts his locker, trying hard to keep her cool bc she's not actually asking him out but she is asking him to spend some private time with her

"Hey loser"

"Hey MJ!" Peter flashes her one of his usual sweet AF smiles and even gets her to let out a small smile because ughhhh

"So Halloween is Friday."

"Uh-huh?" Peter looks to her expectantly, smiling as always

"You doing anything then?"

Peter's eyes bulge a little and she wants to squeal he looks so adorable

"Actually I'm not! I was gonna hang with Ned but he's kinda coming down with something, so he said not to worry about him. Did you wanna do something?"

Oh yes MJ wants to do something to Peter involving their lips but focus

"That's too bad about Leeds." And she means it, she didn't know he was getting sick but she's also a little glad bc it means she has Peter to herself? Ugh she's a terrible person but she's a lovesick person ughhhh

"But yeah. Wanna come over and watch Halloween movies?"

Peter's eyes widen again

"Oh-um-yeah! Yeah, MJ, it sounds great!!" And he's beaming and ugh

And then he gives her a firm hug which has her SHOOK

"Text you details later?" MJ manages to whimper out as he lets go of her

"Yeah! Awesome!!" Peter is shining and MJ is trying as hard AF to keep it together

Well Friday comes and Peter arrives with a small stack of DVD's. It's just them, her parents took her little sister trick or treating and got an early start to get some dinner

MJ answers the door with what's hopefully registering as a smooth AF smile and this boy looks so cute in a comfy looking gray sweater and he looks so nervous

They decide to bake the cookies first and since the dough is pre-made and all it's not too hard even for someone who's never baked before like Peter

She whacks his hand with a spatula when he tries to sneak some cookie dough

But then she sneaks some while he's not looking

Sue her

Soon they have a plate stacked with the little sugar cookies and are sharing them over two glasses of milk

"These are so good Emfjay!!" Peter says through a mouthful of cookies

She agrees, they're warm and sweet and tiny and she laughs at her dork's table manners

"Well it's too bad I forgot my 'Kiss the Cook' apron, then!" MJ laughs

Then she realizes what she said

And Peter is staring at her, his mouth still stuffed with cookies as he slowly swallows them

MJ is panicking bc yes she wants Peter to kiss her but is also like "MAYDAY MAYDAY"

MJ is able to regain her composure and gets up to clean up the kitchen

"Anyway loser, mind if I pick the first movie?"

Totally natural

Totally

"Oh yeah! I trust you!" Peter says as he comes up next to her to work on the kitchen counter and man it got hot real quick

Well eventually MJ puts on Alien which Peter has only seen bits and pieces of

Peter enjoys it, flinching a little at the chestburster scene, and comes extremely close to grabbing her hand when Dallas is being stalked by the Xenomorph in the air shaft

He seems to be on edge though, MJ notices, but it's probably because he's sharing a couch with a girl and they're alone on Halloween so eh

She's on edge because she wants to eat this sweet boy alive

Cue a quick daydream where poor, adorable Peter is a tiny, delicious gingerbread cookie at MJ's mercy

Well then MJ chooses the next movie, noticing Peter doesn't try to pick it despite having brought his own stack of DVD's

It's a little B-movie about a crocodile that eats people in the city that's a guilty pleasure for MJ

But it stars some cops and Peter seems antsy when the characters mention shootings

Then they get to the first major victim of the crocodile, a middle aged man who's in the process of being mugged

The crocodile eats his attackers but then turns on him

And the poor sap is completely helpless and gets eaten

And MJ is stifling some giggles at how cheesy the effects look

When she notices Peter is trembling

And just like that something shuts down in her brain as she takes a better look at him

There are some tears oh my god tears running from Peter's face

And he is shaking

"Peter" MJ says urgently, hitting the pause button

"Peter"

But Peter doesn't respond

"What's wrong? What's wrong, Peter?"

He still won't respond, but now he's sniffling, staring blankly at the TV

She puts one hand on his shoulder and one on his hands and she doesn't even feel the usual sparks when they touch bc he's in distress and that's what's important, helping him

"Peter, please. What's wrong?"

Finally, Peter turns to her, wide eyed and crying

And he's ashamed that he broke down in front of her, the girl he likes

He's ashamed that for all his therapy, a stupid movie tore him apart

He's ashamed that the man in the movie just looking like Uncle Ben did it

So he breaks eye contact with her and looks down, trembling

And MJ stops trying to get it out of him and says softly "come here" and maybe it's not the best way to deal with a panic attack but she's in a panic bc her sweet cinnamon roll is hurting and it breaks her damn heart

When she pulls him in with her long arms, he doesn't object and then his head is resting around her stomach and he's crying into her as his arms wrap around her

And they stay like that for a while. She strokes his soft hair and holds his little head

Finally, the sniffling stops and she asks him "can I do anything for you?"

He slowly pulls up to look her directly in the eyes and gives her a tearful, sad smile and oh my god she's overwhelmed by the love and genuine emotion she sees in his eyes

"Thank you," he mumbles softly. And she wants so bad to kiss him RN but it's not the time so she just gives him a sweet, sad smile and projects as much love as possible through her eyes

"Anytime, dork."

They sit there holding each other and utterly lost in each other's eyes and oh god it's crazy for both of them and MJ asks him to pick the movie

Peter gets up - oh man please come back - and picks up his stack of DVD's. "You sure you won't hate me for what I pick?"

And she could never hate him. Despite wanting to. "Never," she simply replies.

And he beams at her so much she wants to melt. Then he picks none other than "Boo To You Too Winnie the Pooh" bc it was one of his childhood favorites and she groans obnoxiously but she doesn't mind at all

And they spend the rest of the night cuddling and watching Halloween cartoons, including Mickey's House of Villains

And it's so nice, MJ thinks, to be cuddling into Peter's rock hard chest and watching escapist Disney cartoons that make Peter feel better

And the silly doofus eventually dozes off in her arms and she just strokes his hair, beaming lovingly at him now that he can't see her do so.

"I've got you, Peter" she murmurs as she watches him, hoping he was getting some sweet dreams because this sweet boy is her sweet dream come true

#spideychelle #tomdaya #tom holland #zendaya #mj #michelle x peter #peter x michelle #michelle jones #Peter/Michelle #Michelle/Peter #spider man: homecoming

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The Black Dahlia

MJ delivers a presentation on the black dahlia murder for history class and at the end of the class, spots a mopey Peter Parker still in his seat.

welp, guess i’m just a comfort slut am i? i never thought i’d like friend peter and friend mj so much :’) <3 this feels very reminiscent of my own experiences of comforting my friends and us just ending up in a vicious cycle of thanks, adoration, and appreciation hehe 

MJ was just about to leave class when she finds Peter, head hunched over on his seat's table, moping in his own self-pity spiral right there.

Part of her wants to run away, knowing she would probably want to try and comfort him; an act that she is never comfortable with because let's face it, she's shit at it.

She promptly heads over to his seat, pokes him on the head, and asks him "Alright, what's wrong, Parker?" anyways. MJ had problems with self-control sometimes.

"Nothing, it's stupid," Peter says, half his face muffled by both his arms hunched around him as he lays his head on the table of his arm chair.

"You wouldn't have that mopey expression on your face if it was just nothing, Peter."

MJ grabs the seat nearest, drags it closer to his, and lightly smacks his shoulder.

"Come on, spill."

Peter gives MJ a sad self-pity look. MJ gives him one right back that says just fucking tell me already.

Peter sighs and removes his head from its sad mopey spot on the chair's table and just sort of lies down in a lazy position on his seat.

"It's just that I had this whole presentation planned. And I was even really excited about it, really nervous too, but mostly just excited to do it and maybe do well on something that I had to actually work hard on - cause I basically know zilch about history - and it just..."

Peter sighs and buries his head under his arms.

"...went to shit"

Peter removes his arms from his head and looks back at MJ.

"And I just, I thought things would be different but now... I feel like I'm just back to square one."

"I just thought that I was doing better," says Peter lastly, burying himself back to his first self-pity spiral position on the chair's arm.

MJ didn't really know how to react. She'd seen Peter be his mopey self probably more times than she should have, but that was all from a reasonable distance where she wasn't really obliged to intervene. This was actually the first time where Peter seemed to be opening up to her about what was troubling him. (probably because it wasn’t spider-man related but that's beside the point). Right now, she needed to say something and quick. Fuck. What the hell made her good authority to get pep talks from anyways? She. doesn't. know. what to say.

"Peter... I don't really know what to say to you. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised you actually told me."

That makes Peter lift himself off of his self-pity pile because THAT is ridiculous.

"But why?"

"Well, I'm not exactly the most comforting type aren't I?" admits MJ, not looking at Peter when she does.

"What!? Of course you are! You've been a really good friend to me, MJ. How could you say that?" says Peter genuinely shocked.

"There's more to being a good friend than giving you notes and keeping you informed on what you miss, Peter," says MJ with an awkward smile, in an almost self-deprecatory, but mostly just shy tone.

"Okay first, that is not all our relationship is. How dare you?" says Peter, sarcastic accusatory tone overtly over the top, pointing fingers and all.

It makes MJ smile and consequently roll her eyes and shake her head in exasperation to try and hide said smile.

"But even if it was, who else does that for me? I mean Ned's been my best friend since like forever so us having each other's backs is kind of just automatic by now. But ever since I can remember knowing you, you've always been really nice to me for some reason, or at the very least you didn't shit on me like everyone else did. But really though, we've gotten kind of closer over the past year, haven't we?"

"Yeah... I guess we have," MJ says, smiling, after a beat of contemplation over their past year.

"So, as my friend, you aren't allowed to talk shit about my friends, deal?" Peter says, handing out his hand to settle their agreement with a handshake.

And even though MJ finds it incredibly corny and probably against everything she stands for, she finds herself smiling to herself, grabbing Peter's extended hand, shaking it, and saying "Deal."

It was impossible for anyone to be this nice immediately thought MJ as her hand was still linked to Peter's.

"Goddamn it," says MJ, now she's burying her face with her hands.

"What?"

"I was supposed to be comforting you and you just ended up comforting me," says MJ taking her hands off her face to look at Peter.

"Hey what'd I tell ya? Stop talking shit about yourself," Peter says, straightening himself up, crossing his arms to make sure MJ knows he's serious.

And it was like a switch inside MJ just flipped, because Peter had unknowingly unintentionally just challenged her and her intuitive whip smart one liner self was finally back on the wheel again.

"I'll stop when you stop," she suavely replies, even mirroring his crossed arms.

"What?" Peter falters, his serious demeanor just snapped away like that.

MJ braces herself and takes a breath, she was about to make Peter Parker eat his words.

"Peter, a few minutes ago, you were just going on and on about how-"

MJ proceeds to do an angsty brooding over the top impression of Peter.

"You are such a disappointment to yourself. You're the worst. You thought you were better than this."

MJ doesn't even want to acknowledge that she made Peter laugh with her corny impression of him.

"When you literally just managed to cheer me up and comfort me despite the fact that you were the one who was all mopey in the first place."

And MJ merely huffs in frustration, Peter was too fucking ridiculous.

Simply put, Peter's speechless. She completely had him played.

But after a beat, MJ's tone shifts.

"You are better than you give yourself credit for, Peter Parker," MJ says with all the genuineness she can muster. She needs Peter to know this.

And at that, Peter's heart just turns to putty and he has an overwhelming urge to just reciprocate the appreciation he can't believe he's hearing from MJ right now.

"Right back at you, Michelle Jones," says Peter with the stupidest grateful smile MJ has ever seen.

She just can't.

"Uughhh okay okay. We have to stop with all these gooey feelings talk," MJ says, literally standing up and taking herself out of the intimate close space.

"Unless of course you still need to talk though? Are you okay? Ya still need some..." MJ shudders in disgust, "ughh heart to heart pep talks?"

Peter laughs at that.

"No no you have officially fulfilled your friend duties for today, MJ" says Peter, feeling as if a weight has just been lifted off of him.

As freeing and happily surprising as it was to get her feelings off her chest, MJ breathes a big sigh of relief over not having to do any more of these feelings shit.

"Ok, good, cause I don't think I can handle more than two vulnerability talks in one day."

MJ looks outside the classroom's door and sees the next class starting to head there.

"Wanna head out together?" MJ asks pointing her head towards the school's exit.

"Yeah, sure," Peter replies, trying so hard to keep the smile on his face over MJ's invitation in check.

"Oh hey, I was too busy moping about my own presentation that I completely forgot about yours," Peter says, walking alongside MJ at midtown's hallway.

"You did really really well, MJ. If I'm being honest, I kinda hate you for it."

"Ha thanks, Peter," says MJ smiling at Peter for the briefest of moments.

"Although, I gotta ask. Out of all the murders that I know you know, why'd you choose the black dahlia?"

"Okay, you know what? Fuck it, I'm gonna do this," MJ says, making a big deal to stop walking and turn around to face Peter.

"Do what?" Peter asks, completely unaware of what is happening.

"Peter, I could easily tell you all the amazingly gorey nitty gritty details of what makes the dahlia so fascinating. But in honor of us hitting what, I think, is a major friendship milestone today, I'm gonna tell you the truth."

"Ooohh... a look inside the mysterious depths of the great MJ," Peter says on instinct; he loves playfully making fun of MJ, he loves that he can do that with her.

"Alright, fine. You won't find out then." And MJ immediately just starts walking again. Two can play at this game, Parker, MJ thinks to herself.

"No no no, come on tell me," Peter runs after her, grazing M J's hand with his by just the briefest of moments in the process of trying to get her to come back.

MJ looks down on the floor and doesn't look at Peter when she curses and just quietly mumbles "The flower."

"What?" Peter asks, genuinely not hearing what she said.

By this time, MJ's spent with Peter. She was not going to do that again, and so MJ summons all her coolness and intelligence to support her embarrassing personal reveal.

"The flower, okay? I know that it seems way too superficial of me to like a murder because it's famous for the flower used. But come on, think about it, what other famous flower gets recognized for being involved in a series of grisly murders? None, so you know what? I actually stand by my reasoning. The black dahlia's fucking badass," MJ says all at once, slightly out of breath from all the words she just said so fast, but her posture still no nonsense, her arms crossed.

Peter. finds. MJ. so. fucking. cute. This is impossible to deal with right now Peter thinks to himself.

“Well, what? Now you know, Parker. You wanted to know so the least you could do is... say something,” MJ says, her insecurity starting to creep into her voice and mannerisms. Why won't Peter just fucking say something already? MJ nervously kept thinking to herself as Peter processed MJ's cuteness.

“Well... nothing, if anything i think it's really sweet that you liked the murder because it's famous for using a flower” Peter finally says, boyish smile and look of adoration on his face.

MJ's shyness quickly turns to frustration at Peter's misinterpretation and simplification of her rationale.

“No! Okay, you know what no. You are taking this completely the wrong way,” MJ says completely serious and quick to rapid fire defend her reasons for liking the black dahlia.

Peter's chuckling. MJ's so cute when she opens up like this and rambles about something she cares about.

“I like the fact that the flower is not just beautiful in and of itself, but it also has a darkness and richness to it that one you don’t see any other people appreciating enough, and two that the flower can be beautiful despite being involved in such a horrid messy thing. I'd argue it makes it even more beautiful because it's involved in something so macabre. Its imperfections making it seem realer and truer to life than any other idealistic pretty meaningful flowers.”

By the end of her rant, MJ is smiling to herself because she really does care so much and she’s really glad to get this off her chest and to have someone to talk about this with.

Peter's in awe. “Wow so you're telling me...”

MJ revealed something deeply personal to her that she was incredibly shy about; there was only one course of action.

“Michelle Jones has a favourite flower” Peter says with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Okay, you know what? I’m done, you can walk home on your own” MJ says immediately jokingly walking away frustrated but also like not really; more embarrassed and she wants Peter to shut up completely, but also she's really happy right now. It's hard to explain.

“Whaaat? MJ, come on,” Peter says, still left standing where he was when MJ started walking away.

“Like you said, your imperfections make you more beautiful” he semi-shouts, making his voice louder, as he follows MJ.

And as MJ simply kept walking away, flipping him off as she does, Peter really can't help but feel that he actually did mean what he said, and he hopes he just had the guts to admit it to her.

Fuck he's falling and he's falling hard, man. He really had to do something about this soon.

~end~

whew fuck ok so it’s late sunday at my place rn and so it seems like i didn’t post anything for spideychelle month week 3. which was totes unintentional and out of my control cus i lost internet and was not able to post a planned post (that i consequently lost) huhu.

but hey even if sunday’s technically the start of a week, it’s part of the weekend for a reason, right? so yay spideychelle month week 3 prompt.

this was a fic inspired by a headcanons post on how peter fell for mj before ffh that i was planning on posting for day 1, but like i said, i lost it. i really was planning on posting stuff but oh well life. (i still might haha, cram it all for the last day-ish haha)

i cant believe spideychelle month is almost over folks huhuhu. onto week 4. it’s been quite a ride, let’s just try to keep things hopeful and celebrate our two fave why awkward weird dorky teens in love. all hail spideychelle toot toot :’) <3

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5 gifts peter got for mj and 1 she gave him

im still alive bishes haha. am i really just choosing to participate in a different prompt that i barely have anything planned out for instead of finishing the one i was late in following up on? yes i am. prep urselves for some gift giving spideychelle to develop their relationship pre-ffh hehe

after hoco and peter starts to gain a work spidey life balance, he finally starts to notice that mj apparently... cares... about... him???

it wasn't obvious at first, hidden under a layer of deadpan sarcasm and witty comebacks, but the interest seemed to be there

which was why every time peter would miss a meeting, he'd actually feel bad this time because he really did want to be there this time

he'd feel terrible every time mj would ask him where he was, why he didn't show up. she was hoping he'd show and he let her down.

the first couple of times it happens, mj's understanding enough.

but it happens a couple of times too often and back to back and something snaps

you see, peter and mj have developed a bit of a rapport over the couple of months after hoco.

peter finds out mj likes coffee and tea, she read a stephen king book one time, he noticed, and they talked basically all week about king (and some of the issues surrounding him, his work, and their adaptations ofc)

soon enough their talks extend beyond school and they start meeting up in the library, at their places, at coffee shops, pizza places, an arcade one time where mj managed to beat peter at air hockey. her lil energetic whoop and almost doing a victory dance (before realizing she was in public) was worth losing for.

but admittedly, peter was just a tinge bit stressed and overextended and he unfortunately let his time with mj fall by the wayside.

he'd accidentally left her at seen for days after he completely forgot she sent him a message. she called, he answered, a robber was currently running away from some cops, he hung up on her...

suffice it to say, peter became a bit of a bad friend and he completely understood why mj reverted back to their previous relationship, he did it first

which was why peter decided enough was enough

mj has been a great friend to him, a true one, and an underappreciated one at that

which was why he decided he'd spend as much time, effort, and thoughtful gestures necessary trying to make it up to her

problem was, they were currently on clipped one word reply speaking terms right now. mj barely looked at him, she went back to sitting all the way to the other side of the farthest table during lunch again...

he needed a way in

so he went back to basics, the next day, he knew mj had a 7 am class so peter went to school at 7 am too, just to give mj some much needed caffeine

trouble was, was that mj was running late and when he gave the coffee, she left just as quick as she came

she said a quick "thanks, parker" and swoosh she sprinted to class

and peter was left there with 3 hours to spare til his next class. oh well, at least the effort made her do that quick lil toothy smirk

his efforts would work eventually won't it?

but if an omniscient narrator were watching him for the following days, they probably would have said no, no they wouldn't

one of those days, peter brought a thermos of tea only to find that mj had brought her own

"great, i thought the point of these gifts were to make things less awkward between us" peter thought to himself as he winds up walking away in slight shame from the awkward interaction

he winds up sharing the thermos with ned instead, who promptly responded "wow i get your secondhand gifts, you sure know how to make a guy feel special, peter"

"shut up, ned, do you want some or not?"

"no, come on, give it to me. free drinks are free drinks even if it's essentially just warm leaf juice. besides, i heard this helps with a sore throat."

"well, at least someone's happy with my gift"

they clink their cups together and peter begins brainstorming his next probably bound to fail gift idea

as he was walking home from school that day, and saw mj heading to the library, said idea lights up in his head in the form of bookmarks

those were cute right? and mj would probably use em all the time cus she reads so much and she reads multiple books at a time, so she'd probably use multiple bookmarks as well, right?

bookmarks it was, peter decided

he thought he'd print a bunch of personalized ones. ones that were photos of them, had quotes from significant historical female figures, and of course science puns

he knew mj didn't appreciate them as much as he did, but a part of him thought she'd like them nevertheless and would think of him when she'd use them

peter knew this gift giving crusade would be... heavy on his wallet, but as he stared at the price for laminating a couple of personalized bookmarks. he concluded lamination was a scam and believed mj would be careful enough with her books, and consequently, her bookmarks, to not need some flimsy piece of plastic to protect it

so peter opted for some folders and cardboard to make said bookmarks instead

it's only later after he got tossed into a sewer by a dude in a mechanized rhinoceros suit that he learned a valuable lesson: always laminate bookmarks

ok he was kidding (lamination was still a scam and bad for the environment and you couldnt write on the things after you laminate em)

but really tho, he did learn something. he realized he hasn't had the best of luck keeping his gifts intact in time to give said gifts to mj

so he decided to employ reinforcements

once peter's saved enough money to buy his next gift (a sketch notebook that he saw at a cutesy old crafts store), he decides that he should take ned with him when he buys it and that ned should just give it to mj instead

(better safe than sorry)

but peter still wanted mj to know the gift was from him tho, so he decided to write a letter and insert it within the notebook.

so he writes, or more like incoherently rambles and apologizes really

but peter thinks he got to the crux of the importance their relationship had to him and really, he just wanted to make things up to mj

that's what mattered

here's the thing tho, halfway thru writing said letter, he realized that having ned give it to her was kind of a cop out.

not to mention, not giving it personally but writing this long ass sort of confessional letter?

pfftt peter liked to think he was better than that

talk about sending mixed messages

so peter decided that he would still have ned keep the notebook and the letter, right up until the point that he was going to give the gifts to her.

and finally, peter parker, in this whole gift giving crusade, is finally given a fucking break.

at lunch time, the three of them are now all sitting at the same table

(peter and mj's relationship have mostly improved in the time it took him trying to give all those gifts, but he still felt guilty and he still wanted to show his appreciation for her)

ned "slyly" (mj saw it, how sly could he have been?) passes peter the notebook under the table

and peter braces himself

"i can do this" he repeatedly quietly mutters to himself until he finally approaches

"hey, mj"

"greetings, parker" casually replies mj without so much as looking up from her book

"i uh... got you something"

"is it something ned gave you?"

"what?"

"cause if it is, he can give it to me himself, you know" says mj in a semi shout to ned as well (ned looks at peter with a facial expression that said dude wtff?? how did i get in the middle of this???)

"what? no no no this isn't from ned. i bought you this."

"so why did ned have it?" says mj in her cool suave investigator mj interrogatory tone

"well..."

peter had officially maybe five? six? seconds to decide whether to share his embarrassing tales of failed gift giving woes to mj or to make up something on the spot

screw it, embarrassing failed gifts it was instead. truth shall set you free and all that, right? plus maybe it'd help him practice for when he tells her his biggest secret

peter sighs in defeat and tells mj in an almost quiet mumble "all my other gifts were destroyed when i kept them so i decided to have ned keep them instead"

"i'm sorry what?"

"it's just that the last time i tried to get you a gift, it just wound up getting ruined so i thought i'd just have ned hold onto it until it was time to give it to you."

peter can barely look mj in the eyes, the cafeteria just seems so interesting all of a sudden.

"oh"

that made peter look back at mj cus she seemed... shocked?

mj is.... shocked????

"soo... you bought that... for me?"

and god forsake peter parker because mj just gave him the cutest shyest little happy smile that he never knew she was capable of having.

"yeah yeah i did" and peter finally gets to give mj his gift/s (im counting the letter as the 5th gift cus im lazy af hahaha) and all the other trials and errors and failed gift attempts completely made the end result worth it

until ofc mj opens the damn thing and finds said letter that peter had completely forgotten at the moment was there

"what's this??" mj asks in an overly sarcastic teasing tone that kinda makes peter want to die

as mj opens the letter right there during lunch in the school cafeteria, peter suddenly lunges to block said letter's contents from mj's sight

"petet what the hell are you doing?" asks mj with the sweetest laughter that peter would totally googoo eyes about at any other moment had he not been focused on trying (and obviously failing) to keep his dignity intact

"uhhh can i ask that you just read that some other time, mj? and uh not right here, right now, in the cafeteria? it's just really embarrassing" peter shyly requests of mj, scratching his neck and looking at everything in the cafeteria but her

to that, mj simply has a sympathetic look on her face in reply

"sure, peter" says mj with a reassuring smile

and with that, peter breathes a big sigh of relief and finally lets go of his feelings letter for mj

mj closes the notebook up, keeping the letter safe inside it in the process, and secures the notebook safe inside her bag inmediately

suffice it to say, for mj, that notebook is precious cargo and she shall treasure it as much as she is capable of treasuring something

because peter parker felt guilty over not getting to spend time with her as much as they did and kind of pushing her to the sidelines and so it was just a genuine thoughtful gesture that showed peter valued their friendship/relationship as much as she valued it

PRECIOUS. CARGO.

but speaking of said cargo...

"hey peter"

"yeah?"

peter had gone back to his seat right next to ned

"sooo what was the other gift you tried to give me?" asks mj, getting back to their playful teasing banter ways

mj's question sends peter facepalming himself with the table

"don't think i've forgotten about that, i'm probably not going to stop investigating til i find out so might as well just spill the truth, parker"

peter stops his repetitive headbanging onto the table and sighs

"fine, mj"

and peter goes on to explain his bookmarks idea beginning all the way from the thermos incident

the three of them spend the rest of their lunch looking at the photos peter was going to use for the bookmarks, fondly recalling memories upon looking back at the some of the photos and laughing at all the corny science puns peter had planned on using as well

things were finally back to normal, if not better than ever.

time for some cliche corny af happy end quote ending about how their friendship and the memories they shared together was the real gifts they had buuuttt i did mention mj would be giving peter a gift didnt i? soooo mj pov epiloooggguuueeeee

here's the thing, mj had an inkling peter parker was trying to attempt something

he was at school at the same time as her crack of dawn class and gave her some much needed caffeine

he tried to share his thermos of tea with her

it seemed like peter was trying to make amends and it really was sweet and thoughtful so ofc lil by lil she began to soften back

but as mj was printing the bookmarks peter had planned to give her

mj requisitioned the idea for herself since they actually were good ideas if she's being honest

tho she would never tell peter that, ESPECIALLY the science puns one

she'd reserve those for only when she's at home, the least likely place peter could ever see her use that

ok so back to- as mj was printing said bookmarks, she began to appreciate peter's thoughtfulness

and it is totally not because of any feelings said gifts and gift attempts gave her

but right now, as she had finished printing bookmarks and got nostalgic and reread the letter of peter confessing to her how much their relationship meant to him again, she suddenly had the unscratchable itch of needing to sketch peter

and a balancing of the scales gift idea was born

because you see, rn, peter had the upper hand in terms of the morality of their friendship and mj couldnt have that nooo

mj was sketching a screen cap of a video she took of the class while they were waiting for a professor and peter gave her that impossibly adorkable smile

because she HAD TO

she couldnt let peter hog all the gift giving glory

she didnt do it because of feelings or whatever ppfftt

this was just to balance the scales, mkayyyy???

or at least that's what mj told herself once she's finished her sketch and proceeded to look for all her old ones of peter

just to even things out

and that's exactly what mj told him as she shoved said sketches that were currently inside a plastic envelope onto peter's hands

(1. less likely for them to be ruined that way. 2. she was not going to have those sketches out in the open for everyone to plainly see wtf)

"this is just to make things even between us, no need to make a big deal about it"

peter was in awe for a while, his jaw slightly dropped, but he smiles in adoration of the girl of his dreams and gives a genuine "thank you, mj"

"you're welcome, peter."

mj even smiles a little before the bell rings and she hightails out of there

mj lightly sprints away, still slightly in shock and unsure of what she just did and what just happened

while peter is left looking at mj's direction fondly and looking back at her gift for him

and as he peeked inside the envelope to see its contents and saw all those sketches of him

peter felt like he truly didn't deserve someone like mj

and he felt like all the gifts in the world he could think of and muster up wouldn't be able to make up for that fact

holy fucking shit i cant believe i actually finished one of these things again. it's like pulling fucking fingernails and teeth at the same time, i tell you

but honestly i'm just really really happy i finished it and it's so pure and fluffy imo and nothing im just. i love these two sm.

this fic was supposed to be for 5+1 things day but since they're also a bunch of headcanons i like to think i'm just posting these in advance for headcanons day tomorrow hahahaha

IM BACK ON THE SPIDEYCHELLE MONTH TRAIN BABY TOOT TOOT TOOOTTTT

and i have a couple of fics left in me so whew keep a lookout for those if they decide to come hahaha

all hail spideychelle everybody. i'll be back i dunno haha

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #spideychelle fic #spideychelle fanfiction #spideychellemonth #spideychelle fluff #fluff #peter parker #michelle jones #<3 #:') #did yalls catch that #tomdaya #references tho? hahahaha #im feeding myself spideychelle fluff to rough out this drought we're in rn fam #it's bad fam #hahahahuhuhu #anyways #hope yalls enjoyed folks! #if anyone's reading this anyways hahahaha #pj #petermj #peter x mj

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10 things i hate about you!spideychelle au pt 2

UUUGGHHHHHHHH i cant believe i'm the only one who sees 10 things i hate about you as the beauty of a spideychelle au i see it as

so FINE to prove to you guys how so fucking perfect this movie is for spideychelle, here's a list of scenes from that movie as incorrect spideychelle quotes because that movie is literally just one big incorrect spideychelle quotes movie

and if no one here is brave enough to shout about it then fine

peter, arriving late to class: what'd i miss?

mj: the oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education

peter: good *leaves immediately*

mr harrington: hey wait!

principal morita: so I hear you were terrorizing mr. harrington‘s class. again.

mj: expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.

principal morita: the way you expressed your opinion to eugene thompson? by the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested.

mj: i still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.

peter: hey mj, make anyone cry today?

mj: sadly, no... but it's only 4:30

peter: we're so screwed

ned: hey, no, hey. i don't wanna hear that defeatist attitude, i wanna hear you upbeat

peter: we're screwed! :D

ned: there you go!

peter: so liz says that the fact that I noticed -- and this is a direct quote - "really meant something."

ned: you told me that part already.

peter: i've been thinking about it all the time...

ned: stop being so self-involved for one minute. how do i look?

peter: you look like my great uncle milton.

ned: you think i should lose the tie?

peter: yeah.

ned: maybe you’re right. i’m just so nervous. you know? And i’m also very excited. i’m nervous and i’m excited. it’s all very mixed up. i don’t know...

peter: okay, alright. just calm down. alright.

ned: the last party i went to was at Chuck-E-Cheeze. you wanna talk about some fun? (he snorts happily) that’s a good time.

peter: *helping a drunk mj walk by holding her up*

mj: you're so patronizing

peter: leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed

mj: why are you doing this?

peter: i told you, you may have a concussion

mj: you don't care if i never wake up

peter: sure i do

mj: why?

peter: well then, because i'd have to start taking out girls that actually like me

mj: like you could find one

peter: see that, there? who needs affection when i have blind hatred?

mj, taking down a prom poster: can you imagine who would go to that antiquated mating ritual?

liz: i would, but i don’t have a date.

mj: do you really want to get all dressed up so some Drakkar Noir-wearing Dexter with a boner can feel you up while you’re forced to listen to a band that by definition sucks?

liz: alright, alright, we won't go. it's not like i’ve got time to buy a dress anyway.

mj: you're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. we're making a statement.

liz, sarcastic: oh, goody. something new and different for us.

peter: so what's your excuse?

mj: for?

peter: acting the way we do.

mj: i don't like to do what people expect. why should I live up to other people’s expectations instead of my own?

peter: so you disappoint them from the start and then you're covered, right?

mj: something like that

peter: then you screwed up

mj: how?

peter: you never disappointed me.

mj: tell me something true.

peter: something true? i hate peas.

mj: no, something real, something no one else knows.

peter: okay

peter, kissing mj's cheek: you're sweet

peter, kissing her neck: and sexy

peter, wiggling his eyebrows: and completely hot for me.

mj, chuckling: you're amazingly self-assured. has anyone ever told you that?

peter: i tell myself that every day, actually.

and lastly, i'm going to leave ya all with the lyrics one of 10 things' great songs that is such a spideychelle mood, FNT by Semisonic

Fascinating new thing

You delight me

And I know you're speaking of me

I'm surprised that you've never been told before

That you're lovely and you're perfect

And that somebody wants you

Fascinating new thing

The scene makin

Want a temporary savior

I'm surprised that you've never been told before

That you're priceless and you're precious

Even when you are not new

if no one sees what i'm talking about yet after this, my brain will explode. i can't believe i'm the only one who's a fan of this film, ships spideychelle, and sees so much of them in that film. 10 things is iconic, yalls! why does no one know what i'm talking about? 😭😭🤣😟

#10 things i hate about you #spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #spidey cast #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #spideychellemonth #michelle jones #peter parker #ned leeds #liz allan #flash thompson

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Safehouse

is this my entry to the first day of spideychelle month? yes it is. does it even vaguely follow the prompt for said day? probably not. am i doing this cus i’ve got a desperate case of the fomos? HELL YEAH, you know i do

i had this idea and thought that a couple of months after ffh was good enough to count as the future hahaha hope yall enjoy folks

Weirdly enough, the easiest problem to tackle in the hot steaming pile of garbage that Mysterio dumped on Peter and co.’s lives, was apparently the drone strikes allegations.

It was easy enough because stark tech was involved in the allegation and Ms. Potts was eager enough to clear her company’s name on any and all involvement in peter’s alleged crime, thus clearing his name in the process.

No, the hardest part was the adjustment period; the world now knew who Spider-man was and Beck had now effectively put a target on each and every one of Peter’s loved ones. MJ and Ned had hired bodyguards following them wherever they went (fortunately enough, no criminals had thought of to kidnap them or something, but better safe than sorry, peter thought).

Meanwhile, Peter and May were now living in a remote well hidden secret location safehouse. Peter and MJ were supposed to be dating now but maintaining a relationship isn’t really that easy when half the city’s criminal underlife wanna kill you. Suffice it to say, the entire affair sucked.

The point of the whole secret identity thing was so that peter could still have a normal life but now… it seemed like the possibility of getting back that life was completely destroyed. And he can’t even bring the man responsible to justice. Yeah, the whole thing just sucked.

There had to be a way out of this, and there probably would be, he’s already thought of a couple possibilities that were subsequently shot down (track down every single possible threat and have them arrested or threaten that they would be, create another fake spider-man so people wouldn’t think it was peter, give up being spider-man). But as long as that miracle epiphany hadn’t come to fruition yet, until there was a full proof plan that would guarantee everyone’s safety and help peter keep the spider-man name, this crap pile of a safety strategy was all they had for the moment.

And so yeah, for what seemed to be the longest time being, it was safehouse safehouse safehouse aanndd yup, you guessed it, more safehouse.

But, there was still one glimmer of hope left, despite it all. It was the monthly visit from Ned and MJ. Peter lived for those visits; he’d prepare everything they could possibly need beforehand and would pace their living room until one of them arrived at which point he’d give them all the biggest bear hug.

They all gave each other updates on what happened, so it was mostly just Ned and MJ talking about what was happening on the outside world, but Peter didn’t mind, he was just so happy they were there. And so they talked, caught each other up on how the other was doing, until eventually they were sick of talking and just decided to watch movies instead, this time they decided to binge the og star wars trilogy.

Lando and Chewy had just flown off in the Millennium Falcon when Peter “slyly” (MJ noticed it, Peter wasn’t fooling anyone) gave Ned a look.

“Oh wow, will you look at the time, I’ve gotta head home. My parents need help with this… thing, it’s really important,” says Ned who already left from his spot on the couch and was now packing up his stuff.

“Really? What thing, Ned?” asked MJ, with an amused smirk on her face.

Peter gave Ned another look which also didn’t pass by MJ. She knew why they were doing this, might as well just mess with them about it.

After a brief awkward silence where Peter was silently pleading to Ned to just think of something. Ned wouldn’t be able to explain why the next word he said was the first that popped in his head.

“BED! Uhhh they… need my help to flip a bed. It’s no big deal actually but, you know parents, do what they say and all that. Welp I’m out of here. Bye, Peter. Bye, MJ. Have fun!” and with a slam of the door, Ned hurried out of the apartment and left Peter and MJ alone in the living room.

“Bye Ned! Stay safe!” Peter remarked to the door, as Ned had jolted out of the place before Peter could say bye back.

“Must be some bed, huh,” Peter told MJ as he looked back at her.

MJ couldn’t help but laugh at the excuse.

“Peter, you know I know why you guys are doing this so why bother even making up excuses about it?” says MJ as she lies her head on the couch, but with a smile on her face, equal parts amused and exasperated at Ned and Peter’s whole routine.

“I have NO IDEA what you’re talking about, MJ, you heard Ned. He said he had to help his parents flip a mattress. That’s really important; those things are heavy, for you guys at least.”

“Mmhhmm yeah right, just like they needed his help watering plants, cleaning the roof, oh and what was it last time, walking their dog?”

“Ned’s a good son, MJ, I don’t see anything wrong with that,” said Peter with a shrug.

“Peter, Ned’s allergic to dogs, his family doesn’t have one.”

It takes Peter a beat to come up with “Maybe they were dogsitting??”

MJ just laughs out of exasperation.

“Fine, I’m done, just so you know, you guys aren’t fooling anyone and you guys are just doing this for your own benefit. Let’s just watch Return of the Jedi already,” says MJ as she snuggles up next to Peter.

“Once again, MJ, I have no idea what you’re talking about” says Peter with an amused smirk on his face while MJ just rolls her eyes at him.

“Ned’s just being a good friend- urgh I mean son. Good son heh,” as Peter awkwardly doesn’t look at MJ and just stares at the TV screen.

MJ just looks at Peter incredulously but fondly.

“Yeah, I can’t say I disagree with you on that,” says MJ with a fond smile on her face as she leans her head on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter finally looks back at MJ and just smiles. Yeah, he’s glad to have a guy in the chair, wingman, and best friend like Ned. And Peter and MJ finally just watch the movie in a comfortable silence, appreciating each other’s company without having to dial down their level of affection for one another.

But soon enough, the last film of the trilogy ends just as the blue sky outside was now turning a blazing red. The sun was setting, which meant it was going to be dark soon, which meant MJ was going to leave.

Peter always dreaded this part.

As the credits roll, Peter looks at the clock, and then looks back to MJ.

“I guess you have to go now too, huh?” asked Peter with an obvious sad demeanor, as he runs his fingers thru hers.

“Yeah” MJ looks down at their intertwined hands “I guess I have to.”

MJ reluctantly breaks away from their intertwined hands and starts to pack her stuff up and head to the door while Peter’s a few feet away just watching her do this, walking her to the door; all of this done in an uncomfortable sad silence.

Peter and MJ are now both at the door, both just waiting for the other to say something and pull the plug on their rare chance of meeting in person.

“I-” “I-” Peter and MJ both begin to say and both of them just giving an awkward chuckle at their synchronicity.

“You go first,” says Peter with a smile, waiting for what MJ was going to say.

“Heh just- just wanted to say…” MJ begins to say, before she just dives in and hugs Peter as tight as she could.

“I’m gonna miss you, Peter” says MJ burrowing her head onto Peter’s shoulder.

Peter hugs MJ back and burrows his head onto her shoulder, MJ’s hair is right onto his face but he actually likes it, smelling that faint aroma of lavender from her pretty curls.

“That’s actually what I was gonna say too heh” says Peter in a sad chuckle.

“I’m really gonna miss you, MJ” and at that Peter tightens his hug, in a sad attempt to almost stop her from leaving. But MJ loosens her hug and so Peter does too; MJ wipes her eyes in a preemptive strike to prevent any tears from falling as she does and just sadly chuckles too.

“Bye, Peter.”

She was just about to turn and walk away when MJ hesitates in doing/saying something and before she knows it, she just leans in and gives Peter a soft chaste kiss on the lips, her sadness pouring out of her goodbye kiss.

Her hand that she used to hold Peter’s face as she kissed him was the same one she used as she held Peter’s hand for the last time as she said “Goodbye, Peter” with both of their eyes closed and their foreheads still leaning onto each other.

She reluctantly breaks her hand free from Peter and quickly walks away without looking back, leaving Peter alone by the door, his fingers ghosting his lips, as he closed the door. He leans against the door once he’s inside, his forehead in a frustrated knot, eyes closed, sighing as he tries to summon the courage to pretend he’s fine.

He’s found himself leaning at the door for a couple of minutes now when May suddenly speaks, having erupted from her office, interrupting Peter’s self-pity spiral.

“Pete, you okay?” asks May, even though she already knows the answer.

Peter sighs and stands up properly, no longer leaning on the door as a crutch.

“I’m fine, May” says Peter with a sad smile.

“It’s just” Peter looks back at the door. “MJ left again.”

May looks at her nephew sadly and slowly approaches him.

“Oh Peter, I know you miss her a lot,” says May as she hugs Peter.

“Heh” Peter just sadly chuckles and agrees. “Yeah, yeah I really do,” says Peter as he hugs back his aunt, taking the comforting gesture as it is.

Peter braces himself for May trying to cheer him up again, a message of hope about how this will all end sooner than you think, and that it’s for the best, etc. Peter obviously knew May’s heart was in the right place but right now he just felt sad and pissed over always having his time with MJ cut short. So he sighed, as he tried to muster his appreciation for his aunt’s, while kind, unfortunately for naught, gesture.

“But we both know it’s for the best,” says May with a sad smile as she breaks away from the hug and looks Peter in the eyes and keeps her hands on his shoulders.

“We just need to do this for a little longer until-”

“Peter, wait!” screams an out of breath sweat drenched MJ busting out of the apartment door.

“MJ?” exclaimed Peter happily as he tore himself away from May’s hold and turned around to face MJ.

“You’re- you’re back,” Peter said in a happy couldn’t believe it reaffirmation that MJ was indeed here. Until he realized he didn’t know why she was back at which point concern flooded his mind.

“Wait, why are you back?” asked Peter, more confused than anything but his fear starting to bubble up, as he began to walk towards MJ and close the door behind her, while checking if there was anyone in the hallway.

As MJ hurriedly walked down the stairs of Peter’s building, she found herself questioning her actions. Each time after they met, she’s found it harder and harder to say goodbye and by now she was just so sick of leaving when all she wanted to do was stay, which was when she decided that enough was enough.

Buying Peter and her a little more time for just one night wouldn’t kill them. They’ll have the rest of the year (or god knows how long) to stick to their stupid arrangement, so for now, she was going to spend the night with her boyfriend and nothing on earth was going to stop her from doing otherwise.

MJ, having ran up how many flights of stairs that she had just gotten down from, couldn’t explain herself to Peter just yet as she was busy trying to catch her breath and maintain her upright position as she held onto her knees for support.

May looks at her nephew with fondness as he caresses the back of the girl of his dreams as she tries to catch her breath. May knew what to do next as she remarked that she was going to get MJ some water from the kitchen and proceeded to leave the two teens alone. Peter leads MJ to the couch as her breathing returns back to normal.

“Are you okay, MJ? Is anything wrong, did something happen?” asks Peter, still worried MJ might have been in danger or something but MJ merely waves him off and lies her head on the couch.

Peter simply sits next to her, unconvinced, waiting for verbal confirmation which causes MJ to give a small incredulous chuckle.

“I’m fine, Peter,” says MJ looking at Peter fondly, always appreciating his constant concern for her wellbeing.

“Are you sure? You’re not here cause you saw someone suspicious or anything?”

Suddenly, MJ looks at Peter with guilt and sympathy, sad that one of Peter’s first thoughts over her coming back was that because she was in danger.

So MJ caresses the side of Peter’s face in an attempt to comfort him or ease any of his worries, looks him straight in his eyes, and says “I’m safe, Peter” in the most unwavering voice she could muster.

Peter lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and finally lets himself smile over his girlfriend coming back to him.

May finally returns with the water she promised and hands it to MJ.

“Thanks, May,” says MJ as she grabs the glass May offers her. “Sorry for dropping in suddenly by the way.”

“Oh it’s fine, honey. Your parents know you’re here?” says May

MJ merely nods as she gulps down the water, and after finishing her drink, just says a quick little “Yup.”

“Okay, good, I’ll just go and… make dinner then. What do you guys want?” May asks the two teens.

Peter and MJ just brush May off, saying whatever’s fine and just like that, the Parker matriarch left and went to the kitchen, leaving Peter and MJ alone once again. But just before she enters the room, she shoots Peter a cute little wink and thumbs up, just happy to see her nephew happy again, and Peter just lets out a small amused chuckle. May has always been supportive and though it was really awkward at times, this time he can’t help but feel the same happiness her aunt has for him as well.

“Soooo, MJ, what are ya doing here?” asks Peter with a smile on his face, trying so hard to play it cool, but failing amazingly at it, because he’s being honest, he didn’t even care. MJ was actually here and it didn’t even matter why she was. He was just so happy to get to spend more time with her than he expected.

“Uuuuhhh”

MJ knows why she came here and she knows for a fact that Peter probably does as well. But it doesn’t mean she was ready to admit she did something romantic spontaneous and unexpected just because she wanted to spend more time with him. And so despite very well knowing she’s being a complete hypocrite for doing this, she says this next.

“My parents were suddenly out of town on a business trip.”

Peter’s jaw drops the slightest and then one of the most shit eating grins he’s ever had starts to form on his face.

“Really?” asks Peter in an almost sarcastic tone.

MJ rolls her eyes. She probably shouldn’t be surprised to be regretting her decision this immediately.

“Yeah, loser, my mother got to go to this audition she thought she lost. They told me I could stay over at a friend’s house just for tonight if I wanted. It’s no big deal, just get over it already,” says MJ in her completely dead pan tone with just a hint of frustration and shyness.

Peter is so happy right now. He knows it’s ridiculous to be this happy just because his girlfriend is now doing the same thing he and Ned were doing, but he just can’t help keep the smile on his face in check. MJ surprised Peter in the most unexpected and wonderful ways he couldn’t imagine and just for a second, Peter thinks this safehouse thing might not have been so bad after all.

~end~

yaaayyy ok so i know it didn’t really follow the future spideychelle au mechanics, but i’d argue that this didn’t really deal with the problems caused by ffh. it’s like they’re putting all those problems on pause and they’re in this little safehouse bubble hehe

this will have 2 follow ups which imma post for week 2. one will be a prequel to this, and the other a straight up follow up hehe. this fic was really just supposed to be backstory/set up and it just got away from me haha

i’m gonna continue to try to be as much of a part of spideychelle month as best i can cus i really really wanna participate in it. i’m so excited just to actually be a part of something like this for the first time ever.  i hoped yalls liked this, cus i really did even despite all the mistakes/inconsistencies n all haha. thank ya alls if you actually read this whole thing and hooray for spideychelle hahaha yaay

oh and ps quick shoutout to @tare8chan, she was my beta on this and without her, i never would have changed the ending of this. her advice totally made it better imo so thank you so much for the notes and compliments and support and stuff huhuhu

looking forward to more spideychelle fics yalls. this gonna be real fun :’) <3

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #spideychellemonth #spideychelle fanfiction #spideychelle fic #:') #<3 #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #michelle jones #peter parker #ned leeds #may parker

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The Mummy!spideychelle au

Ok so I know that a fantasy au should probably be a more fantastical universe where magic seeps from every vestibule but I just couldn’t get this au out of my mind and I mean, the mummy has mummies, curses, end of world apocalyptic signs, and spell books. I’d say that’s pretty fantastical, isn’t it?

Plus I’m sorry but I just can’t stop imagining our favorite trio as the trio in this film and so I present… the spideychelle mummy au that I don’t know if someone else has done before but oh well.

oh and i should say i’ve only seen the first mummy hahaha and it’s been a while since i’ve watched it so i barely remember anything about it haha. i just thought i’d share the couple ideas i’ve had about this au hehehe

Peter Parker is an american vigilante who found himself being a mercenary in egypt after his secret identity was revealed to the world. 

Michelle Jones is an intelligent and beautiful researcher and librarian whose parents are both legendary adventurers which is why she yearns for adventure herself. She knows all about the mythical stories and legends, the pyramids, pharaohs, curses, and basically anything magically ancient in egypt.

Remember the scene in the mummy where rachel weisz's character gets fired by her boss in the library because all the shelves fell because she was trying to organize the books properly? i can totally imagine MJ doing the same rant about how she's just doing her job properly and how her boss is such a conceited rude and arrogant dbag haha

Ned Leeds is MJ's fedora wearing gambling but intelligent as well brother. He's tricky and clever and has a dorky confidence in him that manages to let him win all the games he partakes in (mostly)

MJ being the only one intelligent enough to crack where all the ancient magical books are is something i can definitely see our MJ pulling off

and really the main reason why i think the au works is because the dynamic of the trio in the film can totally be applied to our own favorite trio hehe.

Peter as his snarky and confident self, MJ being very very smart and yearning for adventure, and Ned just having fun along the ride haha. just seems like a fun prompt is all haha

and also, i know i said it was peter but because tom is british, i can’t help imagine a version of the scene where rachel weisz’s bro (who is british) was scoffing at the americans during their shootout getting reversed. so it’d be a british rick o connell character scoffing at mj and ned for trying to participate in a shootout when he’s supposed to be the tough guy in all this.

did any of that make sense? i have no idea. like i said, just wanted to share a couple ideas i had about the au because it’s an idea i had that i thought could be applied to a spideychelle month prompt hehehe

my hope is for someone to actually make a fic of this au someday, i feel like i’d be really interested in reading it (who knows, i might write it myself haha). but for now, spideychelle day 2 is DONE. won’t be back til like day 5 i think haha lez keep this spideychelle month train going, people, woot woot

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #spideychellemonth #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #fantasy au #michelle jones #peter parker #ned leeds #the mummy #<3

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Just Breathe, Peter

oohhh myyy im late im late i am so effing late hahahha. technically it’s still spideychelle month week 2 day 1 here in mah place but it’s nightime already so pheewww i am so effing late to the game hahaha.

ya ready for some angst/hurt/comfort, babes? this is directly after the ffh post credits scene, and i like to think the prequel to Safehouse which was my first entry for spideychelle month hihihi (even tho i actually wrote this one first haha)

hope you enjoy mj being such a calm collected rock in the midst of the eventual chaos that would ensue from the identity reveal, folks. 

hurrah for spideychelle comfort being the oasis in the dry desert of angst hahaha

The moment Peter’s secret identity was revealed to the world, the minds of every single person who knew beforehand started going into overdrive, no one more so than Peter. His first thoughts immediately landed on the safety of the people he cared about: Aunt May, MJ, Ned, and Happy. He’s taken down quite a few criminals who would be more than happy to threaten the lives of the ones he cares about just so the thorn on their sides would be gotten rid of.

Peter immediately does a rundown of the whereabouts of every single person he cared about, and MJ was right down below him just a few feet away. MJ was still staring at the screen when Peter jumps down from the post he was hanging onto and just grabs her with no warning, in case anyone got any ideas of trying to attack her.

“Whoa, Peter, what are you doing?”

“I’ve gotta get you somewhere safe, MJ, there’s too many eyes around here and people know you’re close to Spider-man now.”

“Wait, Peter!”

Peter consequently proceeded to web-swing away to the nearest safe place that he could; a well hidden alley that no one was currently occupying at the moment. One and two thwips away from the square, and Peter and MJ were gone.

They land at the alley, and Peter gives himself some space from MJ to make sure she’s okay.

“MJ, are you okay? I am so sorry I webs-winged you without your permission.”

Peter runs his eyes all over MJ and then to the alley’s openings to check if they were followed.

“I just couldn’t risk anyone trying to attack you and-”

Peter was still checking all the exits when MJ shakes him to get him to face her.

“Peter, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

The last bit of agency Peter had left had just been taken away from him by a villain they thought was out of their lives forever and he still manages to think of the people he cares about first. The kindness that radiates from this boy is one of a kind. MJ only wished she could offer the same comfort for him right now. She’ll just have to try her best, she guesses, it’s what Peter deserved.

“I should be asking how you’re doing. Are you okay?”

After Peter’s made sure MJ was safe, he still had to make sure the others were as well. And like a ball, it’s when everything suddenly drops, and the consequences of what just happened finally dawns on him.

“I- I- I can’t-” Peter says, prying himself away from MJ.

Peter suddenly finds himself breathless, his legs are all wonky, and he has to hold himself by his knees just so he can remain upright.

“Oh my God, Peter!”

MJ rushes to Peter’s side, holding him up by his arms, but he resists and steps away.

“I- I have to make sure Aunt May’s safe, MJ,” Peter is barely able to say.

Peter didn’t even know where May was yet and even though some rational part of his mind is saying that it’s unlikely anyone could have gotten to her this quick, the shock of it all just made it too hard to focus on anything other than the fact that he doesn’t know where his loved ones are right now, and he doesn’t know if they’re okay.

“Peter, you can’t save May in the condition you’re in right now. You could do more harm than good.”

MJ didn’t want to say it, but she had to tell Peter the harsh truth. And it worked; MJ’s blunt words stopped Peter in his tracks. MJ knew Peter’s heart was in the right place, it’s just his mind that wasn’t.

“I just- I can’t I can’t lose anyone again because of me.”

Peter turns around and MJ sees tears have started to form in his eyes.

“I thought- I thought Beck was gone, MJ. I thought-”

And Peter loses it. He drops down on his knees and the tears start flowing faster. He’s finding it even harder to breathe. MJ gets down on the ground right in front of him and just hugs him as tight as she can.

MJ knows it isn’t much but if she can provide a sense of comfort in the chaos that is his life now, shield him from the unbearable weight of his problems for even just a few minutes, MJ’s gonna fucking do it.

“I thought he was gone, MJ,” Peter mumbles onto her shoulder as he continues to cry.

“He did this just to hurt me.”

Peter doesn’t say it to MJ, maybe because he’s too busy trying to breathe and keep himself from falling apart, but Peter hated himself right now. He should have known better than to think he’d actually genuinely get a true win for once in his life.

“I- I don’t know what’s going to happen to my life now, MJ. He- he ruined it. I don’t think I can-”

Peter isn’t able to finish his sentence. He doesn’t think he can be with his family anymore, because it might be too dangerous for them. He doesn’t think he can lose any more of the people he loves. He just doesn’t think he can do… anything, anything to help himself right now. Beck stole from Peter the only thing he had left, the one thing he had that let him have some semblance of a normal life. So much was going thru his mind that he found himself unable to stop crying even just for a minute to explain why he was reacting the way he is.

As MJ hugs Peter, she’s finding herself in a state she only seems to find herself in when she’s with him, she’s out of words. She is in no way prepared to handle any of this. Peter losing his secret identity was like a bombshell that had dropped in on their Saturday morning date. But MJ knows, there was no point in having both of them freak out right now, so she summoned all the courage she had into trying to stay steady, calm, and collected. Peter had already lost so much, and now he lost his identity too. She had to be a rock; she had to be Peter’s rock.

“Peter,” MJ finally manages to say as she burrows her head onto his shoulder and caresses his back, his nape, and runs her hand thru his hair.

“I know you have a lot going through your mind right now. I’m still trying to process it all myself.”

MJ pulls away from the hug but only just so Peter can hear her words properly. She looks him in the eyes and says

“But right now, it’s just us, okay? Beck isn’t here, all the criminals of New York aren’t here; it’s just you and me in this alley right now.

“Peter and MJ and no one else,” says MJ as she goes back to hug him tight as she can once again.

“Just breathe, Peter.”

“Your world has just been shook to its core. You get to take a moment to process what just happened and grieve before you start dealing with it all.”

Little by little, the raggedness of Peter’s breathing starts to slow down. He’s still trembling but as he breathes in and out, in and out, it starts to get steadier. Peter nods and does exactly what MJ says. He closes his eyes and just focuses on getting his breathing back to normal.

MJ is still caressing him, and before he knows it, Peter’s beginning to get this feeling of warmth and comfort wash over him as more and more time passes in their tight embrace.

And Peter asks, desperate for reassurance, voice shaky from fear, mouth muffled by MJ’s shoulder, puffy red eyes still closed and his fisted hands currently covering the rest of his face.

“Just you and me?”

Their lives had just been changed forever. But none of that mattered in the moment. Right now, the rest of the world didn’t exist, and it was just Peter and MJ.

MJ replies with a smile as she wipes away the few tears that managed to escape.

“Yeah, Peter, just you and me.”

They weren’t even talking anymore, and they were still on the ground of some random New York alley but MJ wouldn’t dare move away from the hug. She would be more than happy to wait as long as it took for Peter to get a grip on himself, feel better, and get back to the optimistic, kind, and intelligent boy she fell in love with.

MJ suddenly feels Peter moving away from the hug, his breath isn’t as ragged anymore, and his voice is no longer shaky, but you can feel the sense that Peter is just so tired and worn out now.

Peter looks MJ in the eyes, his own still red and puffy and says “Thanks, MJ” with a sad smile.

MJ merely wipes off some of the tears left on Peter’s face and says “Anytime, Peter”

Peter stands up and so does MJ.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks MJ caressing Peter’s hand.

“I am now,” Peter looks MJ in the face, “really.”

“Okay, so what are we going to do, Peter?”

“I need to get to Aunt May.”

“Then let’s go already” says MJ already hanging onto Peter’s shoulders.

Just a few moments ago, MJ told him she was never going to web-swing again, but here she was now ready to propel herself across rooftops with him just to help him.

“Okay, let’s go,” Peter says with a smile, before putting his mask back on, holding onto MJ tight, and shooting a web onto the nearest roof as he and MJ propel up to the air and Peter thanks his lucky stars that he’s with MJ.

He truly doesn’t know what he would’ve done without her. Yeah, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t just “really like” MJ, he loves her and he’ll do anything to make sure that she and the other people he loves are safe, no matter what.

~ end ~

yaaayyyy only one more promised prompt left, folks hahaha. i actually do have other plans but i didn’t promise/mention those ones yet hahaha

i still have to write the follow up for safehouse hahaha but it’s fine. i’m hopeful i can keep up

i hope yalls liked this one. cus i really do as well :’) <3

shoutout to @tare8chan for being my first beta ever, and for being the beta for this one. i am always very thankful for ur notes n comments n suggestions n support, and i just appreciate you a lot so much thanks :’)

SPIDEYCHELLE WEEK 2 DAY 1 IS DONE AND I CANT BELIEVE I MADE IT PAST ONE WEEK WOOT WOOT. LET’S KEEP THIS SPIDEYCHELLE TRAIN GOING PEOPLE

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #spideychellemonth #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #ffh spoilers #sm:ffh #FFH #peter parker #michelle jones #spider-man #mj #<3 #:')

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Spydeychelle: Into the Spyderverse

sigh. well, we’ve done it, babes. an entire month dedicated to our fave dorks, and now we end it with insanity. the most expensive dumb joke ever haha. ok but seriously tho, imma end spideychelle month with another unnecessarily convoluted au hahahaha

yalls ever notice how spies are so involved with tom and zendaya and spider-man?

let’s start with spider-man

his parents are agents of shield

he was trained by nick fury in a couple of versions, including the mcu’s-ish

so already, spidey’s pretty spy oriented, one could say he’s already an honorable spy himself

and we all know the theory exists where mj is secretly a shield agent and her real name is mary jane watson

and it even manages to stuff that fury’s her dad in there too haha

now let’s go to the countless times people have imagined tom and zendaya as other spies haha

but first of all, zendaya, herself, has already played a spy. her name is kc cooper and she’s a fucking badass

and then tom’s dream role is to be james bond, as he’s said so countless times

there’s pips fancasting them as kim possible and ron stoppable

there’s that fan art of them on the poster of mr and mrs smith

and then ofc there’s my personal favourite, them as space spies, the star wars spies, rebelcaptain! hahaha

and then essentially as the title implies, the plot of said possible insanity fic would probably consist of peter and mj getting roped into a multiverse hopping spy trip by nick fury

where they meet various versions of themselves as other spies haha

so much spies, right?

people really wanna see tom and zendaya as spies and i just find that it’s happened a couple of times already so amusing hahahaha

this idea really just started with kc cooper and james bond but then as time passed, i kept discovering the other spy aus they wanna see tom and zendaya in hahaha. and also title has puns (i think) hahaha which i just repeated twice haha

oh and yes those are intentional into the spiderverse references, the intro refers to the commentary they had about that post credits scene. because i think this is also dumb and stupid and fun too and also, appropriate since multiverse and i think of this dumb idea as the post credits scene to the movie of spideychelle month we have now finished hahaha

sigh it’s been a ride folks. imma sleep for like until the new decade comes i think hahaha. but ofc i’ll still write pj fics who ya effing kidding. i got em wips son hahaha. but for now, spideychelle month week 4 day 5 is done. thanks to anyone who kept up on my shit this special month. here’s to more spideychelle in the future. but now i get to rest hahaha tootooot imma be back you just wait hahaha. aight im done *drops dead on bed straight to a coma*

me, sleep talking: all hail spideychelle tho, still whohoo tootoot

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #IN EVERY UNIVERSE #or at least in every one of MY universes hahaha #spideychelle month #spideychellemonth #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #into the spider verse #spiderverse #nick fury #tom holland #zendaya #kim possible #kc cooper

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dancing spideychelle

ok so no one’s responding to my last fic which annoys me cus it’s rlly cute cus it features peter singing happy together by the turtles (I CAN’T SEE ME LOVING NOBODY BUT YOU, FOR ALL MY LIIIFFEEE) to mj. and i realized that it’s the first time i wrote a singing scene for spideychelle. which led me to think about other scenes i wanna see from them next and them dancing occurred to me.

i love the idea of these two dorks being so caught up in their own world, whether it’s intimate slow-dancing where they’re just hugging and swaying each other to a sweet romantic song, or it’s them feeling so dorky and carefree and upbeat and all jumping around each other. I. LOVE. ITTTTTT

and so since the intimate slow dance usually’s the more common and cliche one, now i really really wanna see a scenario in which maybe peter and mj are all like out and about in the streets of ny.

okay you know what? do you know begin again? musical-ish romcom ft mark ruffalo and keira knightley (and adam levine haha)? there’s a scene in which they basically share their playlists with each other (using a splitter no less hehe) while walking around in ny and once they end up with a really nice upbeat song, keira’s character decides they should dance it out and so they end up at a dance club, but they’re dancing along to the song on one of their phones, not the one in the club. that, i basically wanna see peter and mj do that.

and okay additionally, i really really love the idea that peter and mj have these really weird songs in their playlists. like what if one of them secretly listens to really hardcore basically just screaming noise punk, and one of them listens to those really weird upbeat cute noises japanese songs hahaha

and THOSE are the songs they wind up upbeatly dancing to in a club where ya have ur basic edm pop sht haha

and then maybe they can also do the scene in teotfw where james doesn’t want to dance and alyssa promises to just close her eyes while they dance. so when alyssa does what she promised, james agrees and dances with his eyes closed too. but once james is dancing and actually feeling free and having fun, alyssa opens her eyes anyways, watched james dancing so free and thinks to herself, that he’s genuinely beautiful

that, i want that for spideychelle too. just give me all ur spideychelle dancing headcanons and scenes hahaha. i really really love this trope hehehe <3

#spideychelle #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #spideychelle is canon bitches #begin again #love #cute #cuties #what a bunch of cuties #cutie #teotfw #<3 #spideychelle fluff

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Safe house Singalongs

MJ discovers Peter is a giddy lil night owl/songbird when she spends the night at their safe house.

Follow up to Safe house, and yes this is my entry for domestic!spideychelle for week 4 hehehe. hope yalls have fun reading this. it took so goddamn long haha

So MJ spends one of her school nights at a safe house, big deal. She’s done it before, granted they were just friends/acquaintances back then, and it was at their apartment, not a safe house, but still it wasn’t that big of a deal. In retrospect, it’s actually surprising it didn’t happen sooner.

After they all had dinner together, MJ insisted that they clean up so May could get some early shut eye. So Peter and MJ tag teamed clean up duty; Peter wiped while MJ washed. Peter, never one to settle for comfortable silences lately when all he ever has for most of the time is silence in this godforsaken safe house (listening to music alone was just boring and kinda lonely, Peter found), insists that music plays while they do their respective tasks. So MJ lets Peter play his spotify playlist, and she didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal.

She had never been more wrong in her life.

MJ was busy soaping up a couple of plates when an electric guitar riff starts playing from the speakers in the living room, and MJ hears Peter say an upbeat little “Oh yeaahhhhh.”

Peter is now head banging and skipping his way back to the kitchen to the beat of I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones.

“TWENTY TWENTYTWENTY FOUR HOURS TO GOOOOOO” Peter whisper shout sings to MJ, making a point to sing it to her as close to her head as possible. MJ merely awkwardly smiles and nods in response.

“I wanna be sedated,” sings Peter to MJ lastly, before he grabs the dish rag he was using to wipe earlier and brings his attention back to what he was doing before he decided to have a one person concert in the inside of a safehouse.

“Nothing to do, nowhere to go hooowwooohooommeee. I wanna be sedated.” Peter was now just merely waving his head back and forth and singing along while wiping the dishes MJ had finished washing.

Until Peter apparently decides this verse deserved to be danced and jumped to energetically, so he leaves the dishes he literally just got back to.

He points to MJ, dish rag in hand, “I can’t control my weakness, I can’t control my brain”

“OH NO NONONO NOOOOOO” and Peter just jumps around for a while to the instrumental part.

MJ doesn’t know if Peter was just feeling particularly giddy because she was here, or if he was just a happy energetic little night owl, but MJ simply chuckles and shakes her head incredulously as she continued to wash the dishes, trying to keep the smile of adoration on her face in check, because Peter Parker was apparently one of those types of people that sang along to songs when he was feeling particularly chipper. It was adorable as fuck.

The song plays along while they finally just continued their very menial tasks, with Peter just cheekily humming and singing along while MJ just awkwardly nods in agreement when Peter expectantly looks at her.

“Come on, MJ, sing with me. It’s fun,” Peter says bumping her hip with his because both of their hands were busy with their respective chores.

“With all due respect, Peter, I would rather drink this sink water than actually waste air from my lungs just to sing along to some random pop song. It just isn’t my thing,” MJ replies, casually shrugging and just staying focused on finishing all the dishes (she was on the utensils now).

“Oh come on, MJ, you’re telling me you’ve never sang along to some tune on the radio? Hummed and crooned to your jam as you’re on your commute or walk home?” Peter asks, putting his chore on pause yet again.

“Nope” MJ promptly quips back, proudly smiling, as she popped her p, still laser focused on them dishes.

“Not even in the shower where you think no one can hear you so you’re just free to belt your heart out?” Peter asks seriously now, his arms crossed and eyebrows arched.

“What can I say? I’m a very task focused person, Parker. I listen to the radio for news and those stations that talk about their listeners’ struggles and issues sometimes, I try to get home as quick as I can, and I just focus on making sure I get myself fully clean when I’m in the shower,” MJ says with a hint of pride in her voice, appreciating just how responsible she is.

“Unlike some of us-” MJ blatantly glares at Peter and at the stack of dishes MJ had finished washing and left for Peter to dry“who’s so busy having their own private mini concert, they neglect their own tasks,” MJ says holding a bunch of clean wet utensils on her hands and shaking them in front of Peter with a playful grin on her face, getting him wet which led him to say “Hey!” which just made her cackle and incited her to shake the wet utensils in front of him some more, but luckily, Peter manages to dodge her water attacks and just smugly smiles at her, to which MJ merely responds by shaking her head incredulously and holding her utensils-holding hands up in defeat.

MJ drops said utensils in front of Peter along with the pile of other wet clean dishes he’s yet to dry and says “Kay, Parker, I’m done. Have fun singing along to your secret coded messages ingrained pop songs while I am gonna catch some Zzs. Night.”

MJ gives Peter a quick peck on the cheek, playfully winks and finger guns him before turning around and heading to his room and closing the door.

“Are you telling me the Ramones are part of the Illuminati too??” Peter asks across to the closed door of his room.

“MJ???”

There’s no reply.

Peter glances to the kitchen at the pile of dishes he’s yet to dry and silently curses “Damn it.”

If MJ’s being honest, she wasn’t really all that tired yet, she really just went to Peter’s room to change into sleeping clothes and was probably going to go right back out there soon to maybe watch a movie or a couple of episodes of something with Peter. She just wanted to mess with him a little. But also because a giddy Peter Parker was too cute for her to handle and she needed a minute to calm down and get herself together.

MJ had just finished changing into a borrowed science pun shirt and some sweat pants when she heard the upbeat melody of Happy Together by the Turtles playing just outside the living room.

Peter Parker thought he was freaking hilarious sometimes. MJ just shook her head at her boyfriend’s sense of comedic irony; she leaves him for five minutes then plays this goddamn song. MJ chuckles to herself in exasperation. Why she found this idiot attractive, she could not freaking tell you at the moment.

Peter had now apparently finished the dishes and was now chore free to sing his heart out. MJ leaves the room just as the chorus plays.

“I CAN’T SEE ME LOVING NOBODY BUT YOU-” Peter points at MJ who was now leaning against the door’s frame, desperately trying to keep her amused grin from showing, “FOR ALL MY LIIIFFEEE”

“Are you satisfied with yourself?” MJ asks Peter, with her arms crossed and a semi frustrated smile on her face.

To which Peter doesn’t reply at all and just continues singing “WHEN YOU’RE WITH ME, BABY, THE SKIES WILL BE BLUE”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you watch the Umbrella Academy,” MJ says shaking her head, then looking up at the sky,  in sarcastic over the top exasperation.

Peter was still in his own world, singing and dancing to the song when alright MJ decided enough was enough.

Suffice it to say, making out with MJ on the living room couch as the song ends with the Papapapaaa probably would have been the only thing that could have shut up a happy night owl singing Peter Parker.

~end~

HAAAA omg i wonder if that felt incomplete. because seriously this was just supposed to be like a small part of something else that i tweaked to end there cus i couldnt finish that other idea yet hahahaha

HAPPY WEEK 4, EVERYBODY!!! :D how’s hiding in the spideychelle bubble suiting yalls? cus it’s suiting me just fine hahahaha

i hope i did the domestic!spideychelle prompt justice hehehe. here’s for the rest of week 4, thanks once again to @tare8chan for helping me right this thing hahaha. and toot toot on the spideychelle train yalls whoohoo toot toot

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