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womenofmcu · 2 years
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Peter during Homecoming: *rocks his head after looking at himself in the mirror, causing all his freshly showered curls to bounce around happily*
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MJ during Homecoming: I want to be his so bad it’s just not fair
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seek--rest · 2 years
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from the sidelines
M | 18 Chapters | to my beloved @promiseofthepremise
“I’m late, I’m sorry. I know she’s–” he says in a rush, hair looking windswept and his clothes rumpled– though that’s not the first thing she notices as the two of them lock eyes with each other.
It’s not possible, she thinks as Gwen gestures between them.
“Peter, meet Michelle. Michelle, this is Peter,” Gwen says, an exasperated smile on her face that quickly falls as the two of them stare at each other– an instant recognition that Michelle can’t believe as she lets out a sharp laugh.
“Peter Parker?”
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abcd-em · 2 years
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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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tvfanatic97-2 · 2 years
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get your ass up and write petermj fanfic, it seems no one wants to write petermj fanfic these days
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forgetful-nerd · 2 years
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A look inside Peter Parker’s mind
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petermj-week · 2 years
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FOURTEEN DAYS UNTIL SPIDEYCHELLE WEEK
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philtstone · 2 years
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Peter/Michelle, 12
#12 kisses on the corner of their mouth
"Michelle," Ned says, "this is awesome. Specifically in that way people in psychological thrillers fall apart at the seams and go overboard awesome. Are you turning into the morally grey main character of a psychological thriller?"
"Oh, God," Michelle groans, and hides her face in her hands. "This was a bad idea."
"I mean ... it is very thorough," says Cindy. She's visiting from MIT's Dorm B; Betty is on video call because this was supposed to be a girls' night, even though Ned is also here, using her desk because his has been unilaterally overtaken by his could-be-a-serial-killer-roommate, but now. Now. Michelle's Wall has been discovered.
Or rather, Michelle spilled the beans to Betty while Cindy was in the bathroom, and Betty can't keep a secret to save her life.
Michelle gestures wildly to the corkboard of newsclippings, red string, scribbled highlighter and one very blurry cryptic photo of a guy crossing the street in the snow, which was until very recently hidden behind the clothes rack they use to make up for zero closet space.
"I'm not insane, okay! Let's just drop it."
"No, no no no," says FaceTime Betty practically. "This is good stuff. This is real stuff. Have you talked to a psychic? I really think that could help."
"He like, comes to the ice cream place, right?" says Ned, obviously, over his Eng 101 notes. "We work there every break. Just ask him what his name is."
"No," hisses Michelle, thinking of Ned's roommate. "No. I'm not a weird serial killer, Ned. I need to figure this out before I make contact."
"Uh, MJ," Ned says, "you've already made contact. Dude comes in every Friday and gets the same coffee order to go."
"Aaargh!" Michelle fists her hands in her hair. "I know! I know, and it's killing me because I feel like an insane person but I swear I've met him somewhere before!"
Only an insane person would have very lucid dreams about sitting atop buildings with the nameless guy who gets coffee at the sad Sugar and Scoops Michelle and Ned work at whenever they go back to New York. Only an insane person, Michelle maintains somewhat hysterically and in the privacy of her own mind, would feel very strongly, in like, the marrow of her proverbial bones or whatever, that she knows what it feels like to kiss this guy on the corner of the mouth.
Not even the middle! The corner! Who has dejavu about mouth corners?
As if reading her mind, Betty says, considering the muppet-like figure in the cryptid photo, "Y'know, hes kinda cute."
"Oh, definitely super kissable," says Cindy, with characteristic verve.
"You should ask him out Michelle."
Michelle walks the two steps to the pitiful mattress Dorm A rooms call beds and covers her face with a pillow.
"Hypothesis," Ned offers, after a moment of silence, "He looks like a Pedro. Don't you think?"
"Seriously?" says FaceTime Betty. "You want our Michelle to be having prophetic dreams -- possibly of the sexual nature --"
"Betty!" cries Cindy, with once more characteristic reproach,
"-- about a boy named Pedro?"
"What? Some people are called Pedro, Betty."
Michelle clutches the pillow tighter to her face and screams.
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finnicks · 2 years
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( fic ) weird
weird
no way home | mj/peter teen, 1037 When MJ explains why she thinks Peter is weird, she reveals she remembers a little more of their past life together than he had anticipated.
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dayas · 2 years
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doooo y’allll haavvvee any post nwh spideychelle fic recs? bonus points for the memory loss but also yknow memory regaining/reconciliation 🥲
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sparkygurly227 · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker Characters: Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker Additional Tags: post-NWH, they find each other again, she doesn't remember, But she believes him, and that's just so much sweeter to me, 100 ways to say i love you Series: Part 29 of SparkyGurl's Multifandom 100 ways to say I Love You Summary:
Multifandom 100 ways to say I love you
#29 - Michelle x Peter - Well, What Do You Want To Do?
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Peter: *super stressed after a test that while he did study for, it still intimidated the shit out of him*
MJ:
MJ: *sits next to him, takes his head in her hands and brings him in so he’s leaning onto her shoulder*
MJ: *then wraps one of her arms around him, and uses her other hand to take out some honey roasted peanuts that she shakes out onto a napkin, and starts feeding Peter gently*
Also MJ: *doesn’t even say a word or even look him in the eye, she just nuzzles her head into his and blows her bubble gum*
Peter: … 🥺😌 *sighs*
MJ: 😌
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seek--rest · 2 years
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round and round
to @prkrjones for her birthday
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m really not,” Peter says with a laugh, Michelle glancing down to the invitation in her hand. “It’s real.”
“A ball? You’ve been invited to an actual, fucking ball?” She asks incredulously, watching in amusement as Peter’s smile turns into a slight frown.
“You think I couldn’t be invited to a ball?”
“Could? Sure. Why is what I want to know,” she replies, hearing Peter laugh again.
“What can I say, MJ?” He says as she glances up, rolling her eyes as he winks at her. “I’m a catch.”
“Play?” Peter asks, Michelle motioning to the piece of paper in front of her once more as Peter moves to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“Play?” Peter asks, Michelle motioning to the piece of paper in front of her once more as Peter moves to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“Are you gonna go? You sure it’s an actual– why was a reporter for the Bugle invited to a ball? You’re telling me Jameson’s got you on the culture beat now?”
Peter snorts, nosing across her neck before he says, “more like scut work. No one else wants to go.”
Michelle laughs as Peter presses a kiss to her shoulder, to her neck, Michelle letting the piece of paper fall.
“So why are we being punished?” She asks, the ghost of a laugh that Peter gives across her neck making her shiver in a way that has little to do with the air conditioner kicking on.
“You think it’s a punishment to go out with me?” He whispers, Michelle leaning into him.
“Don’t twist my words,” she whispers back, feeling him sneak a hand across her midsection.
“I can twist other things,” he says faux seductively, Michelle laughing before she turns around– chest to chest with him as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Do you really care?” He counters, Michelle smirking as she brings him closer to bring her lips to his.
“Not really.”
“I can’t believe you made me wear this.”
“No one made you wear anything,” Michelle counters as they enter into the ballroom— a hotel lobby that’s been transformed. “You’re the one with the assignment here.”
“An assignment to go, take pictures. Not to participate,” Peter says with a laugh, Michelle seeing from the look in his eyes that he’s not actually uncomfortable but more just wants to tease her.
“You’d really just sit on the sidelines?” Michelle asks him, an attendant coming up to the two of them.
“Your names?”
“Michelle Jones-Watson, accompanied by Peter Parker of the Bugle,” she replies, the attendant nodding as Peter loops his arm with hers.
“With you? Never,” he says sincerely, Michelle laughing as the attendant announces their arrival and they was into the room.
The decor is not quiet period appropriate but there’s a live band playing to the side, Michelle glad that the two of them had decided to wear the costumes of the Regency era rather than modern attire since that was all that she could see. Had they worn regular clothes, they would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb.
“See? Something’s going on. Everyone’s looking at you,” Michelle says, Peter pulling her closer to him as she looks to him.
“I think everyone’s looking at you,” Peter says meaningfully, looking at her up and down in a way that makes her laugh.
“Dance with me,” he asks and Michelle happily obliges, feeling the stares of those around her.
There’s something that she’s missing, Peter getting an invitation to cover a ball in the middle of Manhattan something that she refuses to believe is just a coincidence.
But then Peter twirls her as the music plays, the two of them dancing and moving together making her get lost to the music.
He has work to do and she should arguably make some connections, her agent not so subtly pushing her to mingle with the people who would be in attendance tonight.
All eyes on them and yet Peter only sees her— Michelle letting the music carry the two of them as they sway.
They’ll figure out what’s going on, they always do when they’re together.
As long as they have each other, they’ll always be okay— step by step, line by line, dancing their troubles away.
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abcd-em · 2 years
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These billboards we pass - the completed series
"You can’t plan out or perfectly schedule the big moments in your life. They just happen to you when they happen, sometimes because you made them happen and sometimes because you couldn’t stop them from happening."
The milestones marked in Peter and MJ's relationship.
Inspired by 'Keep Driving' - Harry Styles
Kodak
“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” – Aaron Siskind
Moments of Peter and MJ caught on film
Denny's
“Breakfast is everything. The beginning, the first thing. It is the mouthful that is the commitment to a new day, a continuing life.” ‒ A. A. Gill.
Moments of Peter and MJ at breakfast
IKEA
"The wonderful everyday" - IKEA
Moments of Peter and MJ at home
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tonsillessscum · 2 months
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aenslem · 2 months
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You're going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?
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