#mj watson fanfic

[indyanapolis898]

Mastermind

Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.

Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.

"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."

Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 

"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 

"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 

"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 

"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.

"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.

"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."

"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 

"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"

"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."

Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 

The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 

___

"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"

The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 

"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."

You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.

Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 

"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.

Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 

The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 

Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 

At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 

Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 

After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 

Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 

Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!

If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!

___

After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.

"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 

"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 

"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.

"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.

"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."

Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"

"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"

"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 

"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.

"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.

Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"

Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"

"Can do. At the library?"

"Absolutely."

"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 

___

"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 

MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks? I'll try not to."

With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 

___

The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 

Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.

You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 

Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."

"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.

Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 

"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"

"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 

Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."

For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."

Peter frowned. "You're done?"

You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"

Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 

"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."

You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.

"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"

"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."

"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."

"You think so?"

"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."

Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.

___

The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 

You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.

Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.

"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."

You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."

Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 

Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 

"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."

"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"

"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"

"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.

"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"

"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.

"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.

"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."

"Plan?"

"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."

When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 

You nodded. 

"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."

"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.

"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 

"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."

You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."

"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.

___

"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"

MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.

"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"

Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 

"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 

"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 

___

You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 

You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 

It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.

The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 

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[milady-pink]

Poor Spider-Man…

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[meganwayne24]

A Ticking Clock (pt. 2)

Like Sands of the Hourglass…

Fandom: Insomniac Spider-Man

Word Count: 1541

Pairing: PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader

Synopsis: After surviving the zoo, Harry and you spend an evening together to relax and recoup.

[Warnings: flirty/witty fluff & intimacy; **The story is 18+ and will have warnings when suggestive content will appear, please do not read if you are not above 18!!]

Escaping all the madness, the four of you found yourselves back at Oscorp. Harry was asleep on the bright orange couch you all shared many memories on. You sat on the cold floor leaned against the couch, your head resting near Harry’s. You didn’t want him to be alone when he woke up. 

You must have fallen asleep because you woke up to Harry who was sat up talking to Pete and MJ. “Stop hovering, I’m fine.” He looked at a clearly useless-feeling Peter and a worried MJ realizing they were concerned for him out of love, not trying to be a pain. “Maybe some water.” He figured with the hero lifestyle, Peter wasn’t used to being able to do nothing and needed something to feel like he was being helpful. 

“Water, on it.” He ran off to the kitchen to grab a mug. You and MJ exchanged a look that said you and Harry needed a minute to talk. 

“I’ll be back, just gonna go talk to Pete.” MJ gave Harry a quick side hug. “I’m glad you’re feeling okay” and she was off to the kitchen to bring Pete out of the room. That left you on the floor and Harry sitting on the couch. Normally, Harry always joined you on the floor, it was your thing. But he was in pain, so you got up on the sofa with him.

“How are you? Sorry that’s stupid. Pete and I have your cure. Of course you’re awful. I mean feeling awful. I’m sorry I-”

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll need it back eventually but you died. You were actually dead.” He trailed off. There was a slight awkward silence between the two of you. “Do you remember anything that happened before you…you know.”

“I mean I remember telling you something...” You figured the last things you said to him were the last words you would ever say. You weren’t prepared for anything after that. You wanted him to know at the time and now having to deal with the aftermath, you weren’t sure what was going to happen.

“Okay well I’ll tell you this. I’ve liked you…forever, keeping it simple. And if we’re being honest, I love you too, since you said it first.” He winked at you and nudged your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I was dying you know, could’ve been delusion or hallucinations.”

“I dare argue that’s when you’re most honest.” He flashed that cheeky smirk he does when he’s being witty. It always makes your face flush.

“Well, I do remember what I said, and I stand by it. I love you too…too. I guess.” You both chuckled. It was nice for life to feel normal, even if it was only a minute. MJ and Pete came back in the room, Pete rushing a blue mug of water to Harry. 

“Okay we gotta figure out how to get this back onto Harry. How did you give it to us?”

“I…I don’t know. It just sort of happened.” Harry looked lost. None of you knew what was going on, but his whole future was at stake.

“Okay, umm… let’s just try.” You and Pete made the black goo move around and get close to Harry but it wouldn’t take. 

MJ was watching closely until she looked down “Guys there’s stuff pushing its way out of you-”

“What?” You both looked down to see that the blade Kraven shoved in Pete’s side dropped to the ground as the small glass fragments from the zoo ceiling fell from your abdomen.

“Oh my god are you guys okay?” MJ stood up to observe and see if either of you were actually injured. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Y/N you okay?” Peter turned to you.

“Yeah I’m good. Let’s go again.” You both coordinated your timing for the second time. The goo approached Harry but again, it didn’t work. The only solution was to find Dr. Connors, which Harry suggested. He was currently a lizard though, so MJ took it on herself to find Kraven and the serum he keeps on him. In that time, Peter went off to go patrolling as Spider-Man with Miles, which led to the late hours of the night. That left you with Harry. Despite his pain, he wanted to spend time with you. 

“So what are we watching tonight? Empire Strikes Back I presume?” Harry looked at you as he was filling up the snack bowl with an assortment of popcorn and sweet candy.

“Why do you say that?” You look at him innocently as if it wasn’t always your first pick on movie nights.

“Oh gee I wonder. It’s not like we spent the first Friday of each month all of high school watching it. Even throughout summer.”

“What can I say? I’m dedicated.” You smile as you can’t help but stare at his hands as he’s filling the bowl. You couldn’t tell if he was taking forever to fill the bowl or if you had just been looking awhile. Your eyes met his and your face went red.

“Can I help you?” He laughed lightly.

“Yeah add more skittles. If you were paying closer attention you would’ve known to do that.” Even after having talked about your feelings, you were used to “hiding” it. This was new ground for you.

“Oh you’re one to talk.” He jokingly rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag of skittles and poured some in the bowl. Once he finished, you went to set up the movie. It only took a couple seconds which gave you time to head back to Harry to get the bowl and drinks.

“Here let me grab that.”

“I got it, it’s okay.”

“I know, but you could also save your energy to stay awake and finish the movie with me.” You smiled at him, trying to tell him it was okay to not strain himself without making him feel bad.

“Well when you put it like that…I’m definitely carrying it all.”

“Hey!” Your jaw dropped in awe at the statement he made. You couldn’t help but smile though. You always loved his sense of humour. It was one of your favourite things about him.

“Kidding, kidding. Fine, it’s all yours for the taking.”

“Thank you.” You snickered and carried the bowl and cups, confident from the win, as you kept an eye on him to make sure he got to the couch safely. You thought about using your newly gained powers to help in carrying the items, but you didn’t want to rub it in Harry’s face. 

The iconic theme song starts to play and you both sit in the dark, the only light being shown from the TV. You both made your inside jokes you had throughout the movie and enjoyed being in each other’s company. 

“Harry, I have a very important question for you.”

“Go for it.” He looks at you, more intrigued than you’d expect as he puts a handful of snacks in his mouth.

“We’ve got popcorn and candy here right? But let’s say you can’t have both, you can only pick one. What are you picking?”

“See that’s just not possible. You have to have a mix of both. One without the other isn’t a thing.”

“Hmm…fine. I’ll give you that.” You both look at each other with straight faces and burst out into laughter.

“You’re so weird with these questions.” Harry giggles to himself thinking of all the times throughout the movies you used to watch together, even when MJ and Peter would join and remember the random topics you’d bring up.

“Oh please you love it.”

“That I do.” He made you nervous even now. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him after he said that. He was your best friend, but times had changed. “Let’s turn the tables. Y/N I have a very important question- no. Statement. I have a very important statement for you.”

“And what could that be?”

“Kiss me.” Your mind blanked. Part of you didn’t believe that just came out of his mouth. And suddenly it was all you could see. His face, his lips. You only hoped he couldn’t hear your heart pounding out of your chest. 

You leaned in slowly, a long history flying by as this moment appeared. It felt like your life flashing before your eyes, but it was memories of your relationship. Your head tilted to the side as his hand reached to caress your cheek. You could feel the heat of his lips against yours when your phones started ringing. MJ called you to tell you to meet Peter at the pawn shop in Little Odessa in the morning while Pete called Harry to ask about how to use the suit. After the phone calls, the movie had finished and the two of you were left there. Harry looked visibly upset.

“Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m gonna go to bed. Episode VI for background noise?” He didn’t love talking about his feelings. Not a lot anyways, especially when he was mad at one of you.

“Yeah sure. Goodnight Harry.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” You two proceeded to fall asleep on the couch, just like you always do.

A/N: Hi friends! Hope this one was okay! Still getting into it considering I started midway through the story lol oops… anywho we’ll see where the story takes us! Thanks for being here :)

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[evilwickedme]

Remember when I did the blorbo bracket and I promised a fic about the winner, and then Spider Gwen won and I wrote nothing?

False! I just wrote v e r y s l o w l y

Find it here

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[starkravinghazelnoots]

please hold me ('cause i can't keep holding on)

Rated T | Oneshot | 3.3k | MJ Watson-Centric

With Spider-Man’s eyes on her, MJ takes one of Flash’s hands in her own, giving it a brief—gentle—squeeze before she lets go. Letting go. Feels like she’s been doing a lot of that these past few months. She just doesn’t remember what—who—she was ever hanging on for.

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#michelle jones watson #flash thompson #peter parker #spider-man #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #mj watson supremacy!! #spider-man: no way home #consequences of the memory spell... #mcu #my writing #id in alt text

[itsybiggy]

Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

🕸️Chapter 2🕸️

Chapter 1

Master list

•🕷️🕷️🕷️•

He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all  have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after."  I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!"  he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3  get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks  his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

___

The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

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Pairings: Gwen Stacy/Em Jay Watson

Characters: Gwen Stacy (Earth 65), Em Jay Watson (Earth 65), Betty Brant (Earth 65), Glory Grant (Earth 65

Words: 7014

AO3: link

NSFW 18+

Summary:

It's like any other day for the four members of The Mary Janes. Of course, Gwen Stacy is late as usual, and after a lacklustre performance on the drums, Mary Jane Watson takes it upon herself to confront Gwen on some suspicions she's been having lately,

EARTH 65γ

CHELSEA - NEW YORK

Being a workaholic vigilante isn't always the most convenient. Don't get me wrong, it's one of life's greatest pleasures to fly high above the city you and hundreds of others call home. To battle against eight-limbed physicists and electronic engineers with wingspans the size of her apartment, it was all so thrilling for the one and only Spider-Woman! Otherwise known as the beautiful punk-rock Ms. Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy. I'm sure you know the rest - a grizzled old cop always one step behind catching her, a normal school life at the luxurious Midtown High, and of course, her band; the Mary Janes. Well, to say it was Gwen's band wouldn't exactly be one-hundred percent honest, but as a co-founder and drummer, she had found quite a home with the quintet, when not narrowly escaping death in spandex of course… Oh well, it's not like she could complain all that much, after just a few more months she would finally be out of the prison called highschool, she was just finishing up her last year actually. What that meant for the band was up in the air, but maybe that was for the best, y'know? She had missed- ah, how many practice sessions now? Five- no, six! To say she didn't occasionally catch the dirty looks sent her way by the three wardens of punk would be… a lie. Look, it's not like she wanted to quit- things were just complicated. Gwen Stacy adored being in a band, it's been one a huge dream since she was tiny! But- with great responsibility, and yada yada, so…

Gwen Stacy was often late.

Just as grass is green and the sky is blue, these are facts of life- even on a day like today, where well after school hours have ended, The Mary Jane's had reserved the gymnasium for practice- better acoustics and all. Even from outside across track and field the sounds of Mary Jane's ear-bursting choir echoed out. After arriving more than twenty minutes after she was supposed to with bruises aplenty to show for it, Gwen had made her appearance and was half-heartedly playing along the beat of the song; sometimes late, sometimes dragging- to any of the others it was clear she was just somewhere else. Platinum blond hair bouncing up with each smack of sticks against cymbals, her foot nearly breaking the pedal being forced down in a syncopated rhythm. It was truly a testament to the quality of a group like The Mary Jane's if even like this, they still kicked complete and utter ass! The group's drummer would be given no break for her lacklustre performance, however. Even before the sounds of her cymbals faded out, Glory's sigh seemed to cut through it all. Both she and Gwen hadn't ever really spoken outside of this whole band thing, and as you can imagine that left things awfully tense from time to time.

"Should we go again?" Big bad Betty was the first to speak up after the echoing silence of the band's less than stellar performance, with a choice of clothes like that of Adam Sandler and a… strange choice of women - Gloria, of course - She and Gwen got along well enough, even sharing a glance as a droplet of sweat found itself just passing the side of her eye, finding herself a but too into her own drumming- no matter how kick-ass it may be.

Glory's eyes shifted to that of her beloved whilst the band's voice of reason leaned down over her own keyboard. "I don't know." She stated cynically, glancing over to Gwen with deep maroon eyes. "Especially when our drummer is dragging every other note." Was that a jab at her? Gwen thought. "I mean, dude." The pair's eyes made contact across the stage facing an empty crowd. Gwen's lips trembled just as they started to ready a response. As if she could talk, right? Luckily for the two girls though, the fourth member of their quintet decided to join.

"Hey, what did we say about arguing?" There she was, Mary Jane Watson. Who was once the prettiest, preppiest girl in school had now become an utter sensation in the rock scene… she's also one of Gwen Stacy's very best friends. With a twirl of her fiery scarlet afro, catching glances at both the vigilante, as well as the group's guitarist. "Gwen." Mary Jane, or Em Jay as she was called by the others leaned in on her mike, staring into the Spider-Woman's shining sapphires with matching jades for a moment that felt to drag on for hours. "You alright?"

While Gloria was annoyed, their lead vocalist seemed more concerned. It made sense at least, she was always late- sometimes coming in with bruises across pale white arms, black eyes, usually out of breath… Em Jay didn't think she was on drugs or something, did she?! The Hero thought to herself, swallowing a wad of spit before speaking up again. "Yeah- yeah, of course." Gwen cleared her throat, shuffling her stool further forward into her drumset with both hands occupied by the matching sticks. "I'm feeling Great." This was obviously a lie, even to Em Jay, who didn't say a word; at least not at first. The redhead simply let out a little scoff, smile included, as those glimmering emeralds turned away from the Spider-Woman, all with a slight sly smirk. "Let's go again-" the drummer spoke with a tinge of worry in her voice, both eyes darting around the stage to the trio of others.

"Appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's take five."

Mary Jane breathed a hearty sigh, turning to the rest of the band; Glory, Betty, and of course, Gwen. The last of which was sitting awkwardly on that uncomfortable hard oak stool that the school had been so generous to let them use during practice. Gwen felt a tinge of sweat run down the side of her temple, keeping both hands close, sitting still over her lap. Speaking of which, Gwendolyn Stacy was never one for- let's say overly dressing up, especially not for simple little rehearsals and practices. Between a tartan plaid skirt, black leggings stretching high and low- hell, the woman was basically made of legs - and a simple long-sleeved grey top - one decorated with the logo of a licensed brand over her left breast. It wasn't much, sure- but you try having some hella stylish outfits when doing a job like hers! She needed something easy to slip in and out of.

"Hey Gwen?" Once more, Em Jay spoke up, stretching out in an azure tank top, well- it was made as one from how she twisted and tied it to reveal her stomach, as well as a pair of well-fitting hot pink pants… god, Gwen wished she could be as confident as that. These thoughts were interrupted as the lead voice of the band continued on. "You mind grabbing a towel for us?" The group's namesake asked with visible sweat sweeping down her face. It seemed like Gwen wasn't the only one. That was good.

"Oh, uh- sure." She did feel a tad like a towel-boy for obvious reasons, but it's not like Gwen was going to take it personally. Standing up from the oak seat, it grinded against the stairs causing an echoing creek. When it came to Midtown High's gymnasium - just to the left were two changing rooms - one for the boys, and one for the girls. At this time of day, it hardly mattered very much. The only ones still at the school were faculty and of course the four of them. That being said, there shouldn't be any trouble with her going into the girls changing room for this, right? I mean, why would there be? With a small huff from jumping down the stage, Gwendolyn made her way towards the two rooms, unbeknownst to her with a pair of eyes following each step.

The walls were covered in a peeling pink paint, the ground covered in small drains and a number of showers lined up past some lockers. Typically there was always a couple of clean towels left on these hooks typically meant for bags and blazers. This was routine for Gwen- or the group at the very least. If it wasn't her going to get them, then it was Betty or sometimes Gloria… Gwen had to wonder though. Was she really spending her time wisely here? Spending her time practising with girls that didn't seem to like her all that much, well- other than Em Jay. Right now, while they were relaxing and talking she could be out there saving lives! For every moment she's not Spider-Woman, there's someone who needs saving- and who's gonna be the one to save them, The Avengers? Please, when did they ever care about what happened to the people in the city? Felicia was hardly the most heroic, so who was left? The police?! Against mad armies of lizard-people and ninja-army mafias? Gwen didn't think so… after grabbing the least damp towel in the room, she was about to make her way back to the others, all up until…

Click.

The entrance creaked open, and thusly shut and like any normal person would, Gwen moved away from the many hooks and lockers to get a view of the entryway only to see herself greeted by someone. With crossed arms and freckled golden skin, Mary Jane Watson stood between Gwen Stacy and the door back to their temporary set up out in the gym hall. Gwen clutched the towel with both hands as the pair stood in silence for a moment or three. Giving a small wave, greeting her friend with a lighthearted and yet curious, "Hey?" only to clear out her throat with a small grunt, staring the… surprisingly tall woman in the eyes once more. "Is everything-... Alright?" After all, what possible reason would she have to come speak to her alone in here? She was gone less than a minute.

What Gwen didn't notice straight away was that in crossed arms, Em Jay was clutching something by a long strap. "Well, you tell me." To Gwen's confusion, the vocalist threw the item towards Gwen, and what was it, I hear you asking? Well it was a backpack- one a sort of camouflage-ish green- a few different compartments, all packed with who knows what, and some pins too. One for the Mary Janes, a pastel pin with coloured columns of pink, white and blue, and finally one of a little black cat- a symbol of Ms. Felicia Hardy and her pop-funk career, when she wasn't out stealing valuables. This is when it dropped on Gwen, staring down at the packed bag at her feet…

This was hers.

Not only was it hers, but one of the zippers was open… and in Em Jay's show catapult of the item - not only did her notebooks and pens make contact with the damp floor - but a bug-eyed mask did too, one with hot pink outlines and a uniquely solid white mask, staring straight back at Gwen. Her eyes now wide with a look of urgency, turning back towards Mary Jane. "I thought something was up…" Em Jay's words cut through the air like a knife, taking long, echoing steps towards the much shorter superpowered girl, looking up with dilated pupils. "Spider-Woman though-... Well, that's something else." She scoffed, acting all high and mighty to little Ms. Stacy.

"That's- that, that's not mine." Gwen stammered, forcing her gaze away from Em Jay. Either the room was beginning to heat up or the stress may have started to set in on her, sweat falling down just past her ear while her voice stuttered trying to get out an explanation. "It's just a-"

"Oh- Bull. Shit, Gwen." Em Jay rolled her eyes, causing a more visceral reaction from the panicked vigilante.

"Wh- What the fuck are you doing?!" She snapped quickly back. "Going through my stuff like this!" She took a step closer- maybe to try and achieve some kind of intimidation or advantage here- but as it would seem… Gwen was around 5'6" give or take a couple of inches depending on the day- while Mary Jane was… somewhere over six foot. This tactic of intimidation was turned back on its head as without even a pause, Em took a step towards her too- immediately causing Gwen to back up into the pink-painted wall next to sets of bacteria-filled tiles, Em Jay's legs standing between the bag revealing all of Gwen's secrets.

"Shhh…" The redhead replied quickly after, holding a finger up to Gwen's mouth. "Don't be too loud… Glory and Betty are just through that door, you know." Was she… smiling? What kind of enjoyment could this girl possibly be getting out of this?! Still- as smug as she was, Em Jay was right about that. She would need to keep her voice down. "Calm it, Stacy." Gwen's heart was beating faster than it ever should be, and that worry was reflected in her facial expression.

"No! You think I'm just gonna be cool with-" In a flash, Gwen was interrupted. Warm hands with decorated crimson nails took hold of her cheeks, not even letting the girl finish before Em interrupted once again.

"Oh face it, Tiger…"

Her words were quiet, methodical. Like she had rehearsed all this- yet someone like Em Jay wouldn't need too. Her mystique comes so naturally, she's so cool without even trying, and with a grasp around Gwen's face, the de facto leader of the band held Gwen up till she was standing on her tip-toes, and pulled her in close. Gwen hardly even understood what was going on until her lips were drenched with the redhead's saliva. Her eyes bulged wide, and groans were made for moments while Em Jay held a tight grip on Gwen. She didn't want to say that she kissed back but that would be hard to say. Their mouths were open wide while this act was committed, the Spider-Woman's face turning a nasty shade of red, all the while breaths were hard to get in, while Gwen's groans and moans became all the less frequent while Em's curious tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, forcing her lips apart and slobbering over her top. It could have lasted hours, or it could have lasted seconds - but nonetheless, as Em Jay separated, Gwen breathed in deep- still with trails of spit and saliva keeping the two connected, all until Mary Jane wiped them away. Gwen's mind was utterly filled with questions and confusion- her heart rate off the charts and breathing infrequent. She was finally allowed to stand on her own two feet normally, but not before Em kept that firm grasp around her chin, forcing the vigilante to stare up at a disgustingly beautiful woman licking away the Spider-Woman's own spit from her own lips.

"You just hit the jackpot…"

Em Jay looked so proud of herself, all the while Gwen stayed in shock, staring up at the redhead with such a firm grasp around her chin. She was utterly frozen even after they separated, feeling Mary Jane's fingers run past her cheek and move onto her hair- sliding some behind her ear. Gwen was… confused. She hardly understood what had just taken place. Gulping, not just her own spit - but the vocalists too. "Wh-... What?" God, Gwen sounded absolutely exasperated, and from just a kiss too? Gwen was certain she wasn't imagining it anymore, the air must have gotten hotter, right? Why else would her face be so blisteringly red hot… still with the fresh taste of Mary Jane on her lips.

Em scoffed again, actively shadowing Gwen all the while. "What's the matter?" Was she being rhetorical?! Gwen thought to herself… "First kiss?" She laughed, saying it as a… joke?

…fuck.

There was silence between the pair, Gwen utterly unable to keep any sort of eye contact anymore - especially after being called out like that from a girl as… tall and- pretty as Em Jay. "...Sh- Shut up…" Gwen mumbled. Fuck, what was her probelm?! She was supposed to be a crime-fighting badass! Not crumbling to a kiss! Felicia's advances never made her feel anything like this- even if they were more playful but-... This lit a fire in Gwen, one she couldn't at all describe.

Em's face turned to genuine surprise, letting out a gentle and short laugh. "Aw, I'm sorry…" That hardly sounded genuine. "Did I steal the Spider-Woman's first kiss?" Gwen was ready to crumble from her voice. The low tone, how quiet she kept herself, the gaps between words… What was this feeling?

"Fuck you…" Gwen clearly wasn't all that good at this. Leading only to Em's laughs to transform into a crescendo of embarrassment for the young hero.

"You wish." Mary Jane managed to push Gwen further and further back- all until her entire body was up against a back wall. Her shirt stained with spit and face absolutely pink all over. Even her mouth was covered in Em Jay's own maroon lipstick, standing out like a sore thumb. She leaned in close, Gwen's face covered in the giant fluff of red hair, and the smell of strawberries, all the while Em spoke quietly into her ear. "C'mon, don't get pouty with me…" A hand with indents from years playing guitar made its way down to Gwen's covered thigh, one protected with a thin layer of black leggins, slowly making its way up and raising Gwen's skirt. "I bet superhero-ing doesn't leave a whole lot of time to yourself, huh?"

Gwen let out a sigh, trying her best - and struggling - to keep her cool through all of this. "It's- part of the job…" She sniffled, her flushed face becoming a deepening red whilst Em made her way further up her thigh.

"Aw… well, I guess I can excuse it if you're late every now and then." Her teasing was relentless, though that did make Gwen feel a little better, leaving the two to share a small smile… god, what was she doing? Gwen could've stopped this all at any point but she didn't. She's been staying here and letting Mary Jane touch her absolutely wherever she wants… all the while in the room just next to them were their two bandmates. It felt wrong, and yet she chose not to stop it. "God, I own merch of you, y'know." Em chuckled, trailing circles around Gwen's thighs - getting higher and higher up.

As it so happens, any merchandise of Spider-Woman is not endorsed by Gwen - nor does she receive any financial compensation at all, which… stung. "I'm honoured." Gwen mumbled out sarcastically, feeling Em's warm breath on her face as the two stood inches apart… When she was so up close like this, it was hard not to acknowledge not only Em Jay's height- but her strength too… She wasn't exactly ripped, but the girl had plenty of muscle, something Gwen took a very apparent mental note of, even if she still struggled to look Em in the eyes.

Em Jay let out a light scoff. "As you should be." She responded playfully, giggling along as her gentle grazing up Gwen's leg turned into a firm grasp in her upper thighs - causing an audible squeak from the poor girl. Her skirt was halfway covering Em Jay's arm as the vocalist held tight. Any sort of control that Gwen found through her comments of sarcasm became null and void the second her body squeaked from getting grabbed like a dog's toy.

"Okay-" Gwen stuttered out. "Okay, okayokayokay-" She hardly got out through such constant and heaving breaths.. Em's smug smile was a constant. She thinks that just because she's beautiful that she can get away with this?! Oh… Gwen may have been acting reserved, but with something like this, her heart was bursting out of her chest. Em Jay and her had been friends since-... Hell, diapers. They all went to the same preschool, and with Em being Pete's neighbour that's sorta just how their friendship came to be… though, Gwen has always known Em to be reserved. Maybe a little spur of the moment, but never something like this! What if Betty or- god forbid Gloria come to check on them?! Yet if she was so concerned why was she sat here with trembling knees, allowing the free hand of the adusk-skinned girl to move her neck to the side, lean in deep; covering Gwen's face with the neverending scarlet locks, all scented with strawberry, and allow her to bite deep into Gwen's sensitive, porcelain skin. Whimpering with shaking legs, both of Gwen's arms had to wrap around the taller girl for support, shutting both eyes and becoming lost in her scent while the itching pain and pleasure of her teeth mixed into one. "Em-..." Gwen barely muttered out, almost slobbering from just a few little bites.

"God, you bruise like a peach-"

Well hell, it's not like she was wrong. With a complexion like Gwen's, it's to be expected. Em Jay's bites stood out like raspberry marks over her sensitive-skinned neck. From the looks of it, that was a particularly sensitive spot for Gwen- who at the moment was trying her very best to keep her cool, staring into Em's seafoam eyes, the sort that put the poor girl under a spell. Maybe it was the atmosphere of this-... Highschool changing room? Or all the more likely it could just be Em Jay. She was able to push every single one of Gwen's buttons like this… she leaned back; getting a view at the heavy-breathing drummer and her beautifully marked neck, smiling at her work- still with a hand beneath her skirt… etching… further and further towards Gwen's-

…FUCK!

She froze once again, a shock running up and down her body as the callous hands of Em Jay finally made contact. It throbbed through her leggings and pants, desperately begging for the redhead's attention, whilst her thumb ran up and down the double-layered womanhood of Spider-Woman. "That's- that's not-" Whatever desperate excuse the young woman was trying to come up with for this member of hers was ultimately useless as Em's smile only widened. Keeping herself only inches from Gwen's own lips.

Gwen, even now - was literally under her thumb - both hands still clutching tightly onto Em Jay's arctic top. She was shaking from the way Em's toughened hands travelled up and down in such a rhythmic fashion. Her heart was in her mouth while this took place. Not wanting to say a word- just in case she stopped- god, don't stop… those thoughts echoed out loudly in Gwen's head as she thrust her thighs forward only a few inches, bringing them back in after… all for just that bit more of sensation - whilst fabrics kept her utterly trapped. She thoroughly messed around with Gwen for longer than she had any right to - knowing full well just what she was doing, with each finger trailing its way down the side of this pointing growth, Gwen becoming ever more desperate while only letting out small whimpers for the broad singer all the while.

"You're cute." Em joked, keeping the shorter woman clutched on for dear life as she teased her through those leggings… speaking of the leggings; both of Em's hands wandered up near the top of her skirt, getting a grip around the set of dark stockings and slowly revealing Gwen's pretty-pink pants. They were frilly- matching with her bra of course, and believe it or not excellent for tucking… though that aspect didn't shine through, as her entire member was almost all visible up till Em forced those down too- revealing a leaking, throbbing manifestation made from all of Gwen's love and lust poking and grinding against the denim of Em Jay's hot pink chaps, leaking herself on the larger woman. She pulled down both layers till they reached the floor, a spot Em would take too. Gwen didn't quite realise exactly what was happening until Em was on her knees in this damp changing room, sitting before Spider-Woman and her utterly desperate prick. Just a few minutes ago Gwen was berating her and now this?! The perversion of it all and just how natural it was for Em, she had to wonder just how common of an occurrence this was… maybe it's best left not to think about- especially as her perfectly methodical hands began to run up and down Gwen's dripping shaft, fit with hearty breaths from the pierced hero. "Jesus Christ…" She seemed surprised, her eyes moving from the desperate shaft up to a desperate hero. "You seriously are a virgin, huh."

"Th- THAT is not what I said!" Gwen's blossoming pink cheeks flourished once again, her pale hand making contact with the comparatively much more tawny skin of Em.

"Yeah, but it's what you meant!" The vocalist laughed out, having to stop herself under the worry that their bandmates would hear, covering her own mouth under stifled laughs, her teasing hand perpetually leaving the vigilante wanting so much more.

"Still, it's surprising…" Em's low tone was heard once again, as her hand stopped pleasuring the pleading member of the drummer, only to lean in beneath it - shadowing over her face as she allowed Gwen's womanhood to cover one of her own eyes - taking in everything about it - the size, texture, smell… even pecking the underside, leaving to an understandable reaction of twitching. "You'd think everyone would be lining up to get dicked down by Spider-Woman…"

Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, Gwen couldn't deal with this. She had to cover her mouth out of the pure shock of hearing that. Sure, Em could be a little profane sometimes but… nothing like that. It was as if she knew just what to say to hit deep into Gwen's soul. "Well, it sounds dumb if you say it like that-" Gwen pouted in embarrassment.

"I don't think it's dumb..."

She smiled wide, her voice barely audible, clearly in this almost entirely for Gwen's reactions… or maybe she just had a thing for superheroes. No matter the reason, Em Jay ran her tongue over her maroon lipstick, whilst a little over five inches of Gwen lined itself up with her mouth - all the while they kept eye contact, the sensual, seductive, tempting eyes of Mary Jane staring deep into her own soul as she lunged down like a predator onto its prey, overtaking all of the poor girl till there was absolutely nothing left. The sounds from Gwen could hardly be contained - forcefully covering her own mouth as a harmony of pleasure made its way through, muffled to hell and back.

Gwen's legs were shaking as the band's vocalist drooled on the marble floor under her… a hand found itself in the endless abyss of Em's hair, holding her eyes up to make contact with her all the way through this. She sounded like a pornstar and looked like a goddess, knowing exactly what would turn Gwen into a complete mess. You could tell the confidence boost that the redhead was getting from this, down on her knees giving head to Spider-Woman? It's hardly something that most people could say… actually/ she's the only one that could say it. Em kept both hands firmly grasped on Gwen's sides, pulling her skirt up the way so it wouldn't get in the way at all. She must have become tongue-tied with the way each and every part of Gwen's member was tasted, wrapping her tongue around the Spider-Woman's member and taking it deep into her throat. If not for the support of the painted-pink bricks just behind her, Gwen would have rightfully lost all balance, breathing hot breaths as her fingers twirled around strands of Em Jay's hair, her bewitching gaze speaking in languages far beyond those of Gwen Stacy.

This changing room had become their lair of filth, the ongoing sensation leading Gwen to complete ecstasy. Em's lips teased her shaft in unspeakable ways, as cardinal lipstick covered Gwen with inconsistent thickness, clear marks of Em Jay's work up and down her drummer's frenzied prick. "Em Jay…" Gwen could hardly speak - finding true beauty in the utter smut displayed before her. The sensations of pleasure raised, and thus so did the muffled sounds of ecstasy, if you could make it out past the vocalist gurgling on her own spit, gagging herself on the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman, all until…

She stopped.

Even with the pleading sounds of Gwen, Em Jay allowed Gwen's soaking love to sit idle whilst she breathed warmly against it, licking around her now smudged lipstick as she savoured the taste, wiping away any spit still connecting her mouth to Gwen's twitching affection. Still, she pleaded, both hands running through Em's afro of scarlet, being met only by a smile in return. "Wh- why-" She begged. "Please- Em…"

This everlasting affection Gwen was overtaken with threw reason out the window. Mary Jane stood back up on her own two feet, shadowing the hero once more. She was still a little exasperated, swallowing wads of spit without speaking a word. Even she looked a little embarrassed. Messier hair, warm cheeks, and ruined lipstick drooling down past her perfect lips. Gwen's hands trailed behind Em once more - holding onto the back of her shirt just as she had done prior, pushing herself up against her - her sodden cock ready to burst with utter lust, grinding against the pink denim covering Em's crotch. Gwen looked utterly desperate… Well, Em Jay made this mess, didn't she? Wouldn't it be her job to clean it up?

"Have a little patience…"

Through Gwen's euphoria, she could hardly follow her bandmate's words, pleading sapphires staring up at Em, complete desperation taking over. All interrupted by the echoing sound of a belt unbuckling. The strip of leather fell to the floor as the space between the pair became null. Em didn't leave the poor vigilante with any room to breathe, their bodies moulding into one another which left Stacy in complete ecstasy. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, believe me-" Em gripped Gwen's collar tight, pulling her up to stand on the ends of her feet, pulling her in close- both of their red hot cheeks making contact. With full lips, she whispered to Gwen. "But you gotta calm down, tiger."

"Alright…"

God, it was hard to keep it cool when she was this close… Gwen's head was completely clouded by thoughts from a girl who just a little while ago she was pissed at… what was her goal here? Gwen wondered to herself. This couldn't be blackmail- Em was hardly that type of person… or did she just… want to do it with a hero? Or was it more like-... she wanted to do it with Spider-Woman… Did she want to see what made Spider-Woman tick? What made her squeak, squeal, scream? N-No, that couldn't be it! Gwen needed to calm down, she wasn't Felicia! Ugh, thinking about this was useless while her head was spinning like this. Everything about Em, her looks, her smell, her voice. The marks on her neck still stung with pleasure- while she listened to the sounds of Em stripping off her bottom half, licking off the pink pants into the same pile as Gwen's own bag and suit. To say Em Jay was skinny would be a lie. She didn't have the so-called perfect body, yet she looked absolutely stunning no matter the day. Whatever rolls she had or stretch marks making their way up her sides she had only made Gwen love her further. On top of that she was particularly… gifted in certain aspects, far more than Gwen, much to the blonde's dismay.

She positioned her body just adjacent to Gwen's. The warm embrace of Em's inner thighs covering the drummer's leaking womanhood. The vocalist placed a hand on Gwen's cheek, her palm practically sizzling from the heat. "Let's see just how spectacular you are, hm?" she laughed, leaving a small peck on the girl's forehead.

"You're not funny…" Yet Gwen couldn't help but smile, she sighed and shook her yet, but still smiled. Those more petite and pale hands moving to Em's revealed sides, staring up while their bodies yearned for one another - the two seconds away from jumping on one another like savage dogs. Mary Jane's hands trailed all the way down to a thin piece of fabric keeping her damp entrance from Gwen's own desperate sex, taking two hands, placing her head on the hero's shoulder as they dropped to the floor, staying between her ankles as Gwen's member bore witness to a small taste of Mary Jane's dampening flower, her miraculous fingers keeping her entrance bare and open… she had dark red hairs springing up all the way to her stomach, getting progressively thinner the higher up it all went… wait, did she not shave her body hair? Ugh, for some reason that left Gwen wanting her even more! Maybe it was something about the attitude of not caring what others think of you, or maybe the addition of this ginger hair springing up over her body was just intoxicating to her in it's own right… m-maybe it's not worth thinking about. Not when Gwen felt her head tinge with the sticky substance… "God… you're- you're really not funny…" she swallowed her spit, shaking hands making their way to the bottom of this crop-top of Em's, and etching it's way up… while Em Jay lowered her hips down, completely engulfing the desperate girl.

To say that the sensation was pleasure wouldn't be doing it justice, Gwen's hand rushed up Em's shirt, every touch of skin sent tingles down Gwen's body - all while she managed to take a shaking grasp of-... Huh? Wait- was Em Jay not wearing a-... Well, it's on track at least. Stacy was hardly complaining, not when her hand was filled with such a soft piece of Em, while Gwen's member was slowly used by the group's singer at her own pace. Both of their breathing combined into one- Em making sure to get a firm grip of Gwen's hair, towards the back of her head, only encouraging her slow and methodical hip movements, the both of them overtaken with lust for each other, staring deeply into each other's eyes with Gwen's thrusting keeping the both of them in a constant state of sensation.

"Is that really all you got, Stacy…?" Her breath was torrid against Gwen's skin. "I'm disappointed." Obviously she was enjoying herself, but was she hoping for something else? Gwen gave her a small glare while Em just continued on, caressing Gwen's hair all the while. "I mean, I get it's your first time and all but this isn't exactly the mind-breaking experience I was hoping for." She giggled, leading to yet another look of annoyance from Gwen, and a smug one from Em in return. "You're not just gonna waste me like this, are you? C'mon, don't you just want to let loose and fuck me~?" The shorter of the two looked unamused, scoffing as the speed of her thrusts was increased, leading to Em Jay laughing quietly, all the while being groped by this girl she was provoking.

"Y-You're an asshole…" Gwen retorted, scoffing at this entire ridiculous conversation.

"Oh yeah?" The redhead leaned into Gwen's ear, still slowly allowing the girl's love to push into her, all the while ridiculing her for this performance. "I might as well just call for Betty and Glory-"

"Try it-" Even filled with such pleasure, the drummer still managed to give Em what she was looking for- a retort, leaning in closer, their their lips making short contact for seconds at a time whenever one took a breath, the two of them caught up in each other completely.

"You think I won't?" Em laughed. "You think I won't yell for them- so they can see what a fucking limp-dicked loser Spider-Wom-" In only a moment, Gwen's member pulled out - covered from head to shaft in Em's love, still strings connecting the two. The reason for the interruption would become far more apparent as both of Gwen's hands moved down- down to the back of Em Jay's thighs - taking a firm grasp and completely effortlessly picking the larger girl up. Her hands sunk deep into Em's legs, keeping this eye contact of love and annoyance as Mary Jane - for the first time today - seemed genuinely surprised. "Woah- hey, Gwen-" The feat of picking this girl up was one that no typical woman Gwen's height could accomplish. Em Jay was a ridiculously tall girl, and she weighed a good amount too. Yet it didn't even break a sweat for Gwen to get her feet dangling from the ground. All in a flash, she took steps forward to push Em against an opposing wall, hard. For the first time in the evening, it seemed that Gwen finally decided to show a little of those powers of hers, and not for no reason too.

Em wrapped her hands around Gwen's neck for dear life whilst her entrance dripped along the marble floor. Gwen pushed her entire body into Em's, moaning out in pleasure while the redhead couldn't even place her feet on the ground. She was perfectly set up for Stacy to thrust deep into, moulding out her insides with quickening speed, and for another first time today - Em Jay gave up that sense of superiority. She couldn't act above all of this while literally being taken off of her feet. Whatever confidence boost that the drummer received seemed to be doing an awful lot for the both of them. Moaning and squealing out in pure ecstasy. Mary Jane wrapped her legs tightly around Gwen- forcing Spider-Woman's body into her own as her pleading came to the forefront. "G-Gwen~..." She could hardly get it out anymore, the pair entirely having switched places. "Fuck, Gwen- what the f-fuck…?!"

"Shut up-" Even Gwen herself was shocked- either Felicia was rubbing off on her or this has caused Gwen to discover something about herself. With the pair's infatuation growing by the second, the drummer leaned into her singer, their lips colliding once more as saliva dripped down both of their chins, this kiss turning into something more primal, animalistic - not a single care in the world except for one another, their bodies moving in sync purely for one another's pleasure. This kiss was visceral, a mix of love and lust indescribable in any other context. The two were reaching their complete limit. Gwen could tell by the way Em's body moved, the speed of her sounds, and by just how high her voice got, moaning into Gwen's own mouth, tongues wrapping around each other while Em Jay kept a firm grip on this superpowered girl, the pair becoming one for but a moment as during this long, uninterrupted kiss - Gwen's love throbbed in anticipation - taken over by thie Lust she had felt towards Em Jay for god knows how long now - all of this stress from the band coming to a forefront as it's founder was practically begging Gwen for her to-

Fuck-

Their sounds were out of this world, holding onto one another until they bruised. Em dug those nails of hers into the vigilante and Gwen just not knowing her own strength as the pair echoed out in a melody of pleasure, liquids dripping from the pair down onto the ground below. Gwen's clear, sticky love melded together with Em's as it dripped down their legs… their grip on one another tight even now, not wanting to let each other go while they soaked the floor with a symbol of their lust. With all the smudged makeup along each others faces, the obvious bite marks along Gwen's neck, and the soaked spots on one another's clothes, how could they ever hide what happened here from the others but… oh, who gave a shit? These two certainly didn't, not right now…

.

"Sooooo…" Betty smacked her lips, leaning up against the side of this large stage the group had been allowed to use for tonight. "Those two sure have been gone a while, huh?" Her words were of course directed to Glory, who was sitting by the front of the stage - facing an imaginary crowd as she quietly tuned the strings of her guitar.

"Mhm…" She replied in a monotone fashion, her auburn eyes moving to see the pianist clearly, using both hands to keep herself upright as she leaned back.

"You think they're banging?" Betty asked this as if it was an entirely normal question and, to be entirely fair she was correct, so it would be a little hard to get mad at her for this.

"Oh, definitely." Gloria smiled at Brant's comment, crossing both legs as her second-hand guitar was placed down across her lap. The guitarist would've continued on, if it wasn't for the sound of the the changing room doors opening, leading her to mumble out, "Oh, here we go."

The two girls exiting the changing room looked… rough, to say the least. Gwen was obviously trying to hide her right side, and though any smudging had been wiped off with many of the towels, their actions prior had still been left quite obvious. The only major difference was that finally, Gwen had her backpack on - and of course, Em Jay had an arm wrapped firmly around Gwen's side - keeping her close even now. Now Gwen, she… seemed more reserved than Em after what had just occurred, her face red and quiet while Glory gave a wave to the pair.

"Oh… Jesus Christ…" Betty snorted, climbing atop the stage to get a clearer view as she began to giggle quietly to herself, only to be joined in by Gloria, laughing along until it echoed out, with any chance of an excuse well off the table for the Spectacular Spider-Woman and Mary Jane Watson.

#smut #gwendolyn stacy #gwen stacy #trans gwen stacy #spider woman #fan fiction #fanfic #writing #gwen mj #gwen x mj #earth 65 #betty brant #glory grant #spider-man #across the spiderverse #wlw #fxf #gwemj #mary jane watson #em jay watson #Comics #Marvel #lemon #Idk are there any other tags I should put down for this #oc

[sparklejumpropewitch]

Fanfic writers who make mj a lesbian purely because she's dating peter in canon, not because they actually see her as lgbt+, and don't give her any other personality traits or plot are my mortal enemy.

#marvel #michelle jones #spiderman #mj watson #parkner #peter x harley #across the spider verse #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #fandom #fanfic rec #spiderman fanfiction

[poeticallyspiteful]

hey loves, PRETTY PLEASE send in some thoughts on literally any character on my list to get the creative juices flowing, thank you 😭🫶 probably won’t be full on requests but blurbs are like my favorite thing so i wanna write some <33

(especially some regulus black and newt scamander because i am absolutely in love with them both but cannot write either of them for shit rn soooo 😀 help)

#fanfic #charlie weasley x reader #emily prentiss x reader #fred weasley x reader #jj maybank x reader #mj watson x reader #peter parker x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #rafe cameron x reader #regulus black x reader #remus lupin x reader #pope heyward x reader #help i’m forgetting who i write for omg #spencer reid x reader #newt scamander x reader #tina goldenstein x reader

[cchickki]

i've been taking my time writing the next chapter of tomorrow never came (sorry for the delay) wanted to sketch out a little teaser of what i'm writing ❤️

reader drops in on peter b and mj in the middle of the night

#miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker #mj watson #spiderverse #idk i just like drawing peter #my art #my fanfic #tomorrow never came

[missamyshay]

chiaroscuro

Rated G | 2 chapters | rekindling old relationships, model MJ, photographer Peter Parker, fluff

Originally for @spideychelleweek days 2 & 3 | Prompts: Famous!MJ & Meeting again after high school

He swears he recognises that laugh.

And then she looks up at him, tossing her hair out of her face and it's—

"MJ?" Peter breathes.

Then he remembers, they're not sixteen anymore and she's not—"Sorry. Michelle,” he corrects himself.

She shakes her head slowly, her eyes connecting with his as she smiles a little. "MJ's fine. MJ's...better."

chapter one

#fanwork: fanfic #mj watson #peter parker #spideychelle #spideychelle week 2023

[jenniboo311]

Seeing Stars (on AO3 here)

By @spiderman-homecomeme , @jenniboo311

Rated M

After a drunken one-night stand on New Year’s Eve, MJ discovers that she’s slept with a famous superhero. As she tries to navigate the awkward after the morning-after, she learns the complications of sleeping with Peter Parker, also known to the whole world as Spider-Man. What at first she thinks is going to be an amusing anecdote soon turns into something more, when the two realize that they can’t seem to stay away from each other.

An HBO Starstruck AU for @spideychellebigbang

#spideychelle big bang #spiderman #fanart #fanfic #jenniboo311 art #smhcm fic #spiderman fanart #spideychelle #peter parker #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #petermj #peter x mj #spiderman fanfiction #fanfiction

[stackthedeck]

4 + MJ/Felicia if you're up for it?

first off I'm always up for mjfel so jot that down! Second off, I'm sorry this took so long and thank you to everyone that sent prompts, I promise I'm getting to them!

4. be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it

Felicia doesn’t technically live at MJ’s place. She technically doesn’t live anywhere, which makes it harder for the cops to track her. But she does spend most of her free time in MJ’s apartment.

It’s late into the night when Felicia pries open the window. She crawls inside, the night leaving a cool kiss across her cheeks as the heat of the apartment rushes to meet her. If she’s lucky, MJ will be sound asleep and Felicia can slip off the catsuit and fall into her bed. Any questions will be left for the morning.

Luck is on her side tonight because MJ is awake in her living room, sitting on the couch and pouting her lip at the criminal that’s just broken and entered.

“Red,” Felicia says, fixing her hair as she stands to her full height beside the window.

“Kitty,” MJ huffs through a barely concealed smile, “honestly, I should just install a cat flap.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Felicia strolls closer, falling onto the couch and settling her legs in MJ’s lap. She reaches for MJ’s face to pull her into a kiss, but her hand hesitates over her cheek.

MJ’s eyes are red and puffy, her cheeks still wet with tears. Mary Jane Watson is unshakable, staring down endless superpowered bullshit without flinching. She is Peter’s rock and she’s quickly becoming Felicia’s too. What could have possibly done this to her?

“Who did this to you?” Felicia wipes her eyes, thumb delicately stroking over her cheek as her other hand clenches into a fist.

“No one,” MJ half laughs, half sniffs, “it’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

Felicia looks MJ up and down for any sign of injury. Finding none, she turns her gaze toward the apartment for any sign of forced entry, besides herself. She pauses on the glowing TV screen showing a commercial for an animal shelter, complete with sad music.

“Red?” Felicia says, a coy smile already spreading across her face.

“Shut up, Hardy,” MJ says, scrambling for the remote. Felicia grabs it first, turning up the volume and the sound of meowing and barking fills the apartment. MJ stubbornly does not make eye contact with the sad animals, but her eyes are already starting to water.

“Are you crying at the commercial?” Felicia laughs but turns off the TV to stop her torment.

“I just feel so bad for all the little kittens,” MJ says, voice only wavering for a moment.

“I know.” Felicia takes her chin in hand so that their eyes meet. “You’ve got a thing for pity cases, Red. That’s why you let Peter stick around.”

MJ snorts then snaps a hand over her mouth to snap a full-blown laugh. Removing her hand, she glares at Felicia with a quivering frown. “That’s not funny.”

“Are you sure you could take care of another pet?” Felicia asks. “You’ve already got a cat and spider to look after.”

MJ rolls her eyes. “That’s an insult to both you and Peter.”

“Not an insult—” Felicia runs her fingers through MJ’s hair, tucking it behind her ear “—I’m simply suggesting that if you get that cat flap put in, it’d be a shame if the wrong stray left through it.”

MJ laughs, finally any trace of sadness leaving her face. “Guess you’re right, kitty.” She leans forward for a quick kiss that has Felicia chasing her lips as she pulls away.

“It’s getting late.” MJ stands, stretching her arms over her head. “I want the details on your heist but over coffee tomorrow, okay?”

Felicia smiles, standing with her to wrap her arms around MJ’s waist, gloved hands brushing over the soft skin beneath her shirt. “The night is still young, red. Where’s that party girl I’ve heard so much about?”

“She turned thirty and is waiting for the weekend.” MJ connects their lips once again, letting Felicia be the one to pull away as her fingers tangle with the white fluff of her catsuit. “Come to bed?”

…

A couple of nights later, Felicia is crawling through MJ’s window again. The apartment is empty and MJ must already be in bed. As Felicia leans down to take off her boots, she spots a flier for a local animal shelter on the coffee table. Huh.

Felicia peels off the catsuit and pulls on one of MJ’s t-shirts from the floor before falling into bed. MJ rolls over, grabbing Felicia and pulling her closer.

“Hey, kitty,” MJ says through a yawn, eyes still blurry with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, red.” Felicia runs her hands through MJ’s hair, letting her hand rest against the back of her neck.

“Wasn’t asleep,” MJ says, “just waiting for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Felicia says, but she can’t deny that the gesture is sweet, making her heart flutter.

“Gotta,” MJ yawns, “it’s hard to sleep without you.”

Felicia frowns as MJ closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. What does she do the nights Felicia doesn’t come to her?

The next morning, Felicia throws MJ’s coat at her after coffee.

“Got any plans today, red?” Felicia asks.

MJ gets smacked in the face with her coat, shoving it away to stare at Felicia with confusion. “Not particularly?”

“Let's go then.”

Felicia has a couple of clothes stashed away in MJ’s closet, but she prefers MJ’s soft t-shirts and hoodies. She’s wearing the shirt she slept in and MJ’s hoodie and her own jeans.

“Is that my Spider-Man shirt?” MJ continues to watch Felicia with confusion but shrugs on her coat anyway. “Wait, that’s Peter’s old hoodie.”

Felicia looks down at herself. Huh, guess it is. “Not going anywhere fancy, but are you coming or not?”

“Yeah, just give me a second.”

While MJ takes their coffee mugs back to the kitchen, Felicia grabs the animal shelter flier off the table, glancing at the address.

…

“Seriously?” MJ says when they get to the shelter, looking between Felicia and the building with her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Just to show you that the animals aren’t miserable,” Felicia says, “don’t worry I’m here to keep your pity in check, you’re not going home with anything.”

“Oh my god,” MJ sighs, “I’m never going to live that down.”

“Nope,” Felicia says, “always knew you were secretly soft.”

“I’m not soft,” MJ huffs, marching into the shelter.

The woman at the front desk asks them what kind of animal they’re looking for today and MJ looks directly at Felicia when she says, “cats.” They’re led into a room with a dozen cats that don’t look nearly as miserable as the commercial lets on.

MJ tries to keep her expression tightly neutral, looking over the room with a determination not to get attached. She holds out for an impressive second until a black kitten rubs against her leg. She falls to the ground, practically cooing as she scoops the kitten into her arms. Felicia kneels next to her with a smirk.

“She’s so cute,” MJ says tightly, petting the cat as if it’ll break in her hands.

“Adorable,” Felicia says, scratching the top of the kitten’s head, but looking at MJ.

“We could name her Felicia,” MJ says, finally smiling at the kitten, no doubt already planning what toys to get her.

Felicia laughs, shaking her head. “You know I wasn’t bitten by a radioactive cat, right?”

“Obviously.” MJ rolls her eyes with a smirk. “You were bitten by a radioactive Eartha Kitt.”

Felicia gasps, lightly smacking MJ’s shoulder. “I like to think I’m closer to a Zoë Kravitz type.”

Eventually, the black kitten wanders off and Felicia and MJ do their best to meet the other cats. MJ takes to them all instantly and Felicia has to admit that she likes them, if only because of the way MJ’s face lights up with each of them. Not because their meows are so soft and quiet when she pets them.

After a while, a shelter employee comes back into the room. “Have you two made a decision, do we want to take one home today?”

MJ looks over the room, biting her lip. “Can’t we take them all?” She asks, only half joking.

“I’m afraid not,” the shelter employee laughs, “most of the kittens are spoken for. It’s pretty easy to get them adopted but some of the older ones have been here for years.”

MJ puts down the kitten she was holding and scans the room one more time. “How long has that one been here?”

…

Peter is still friends with MJ after the breakup. They always stay friends after the breakups and that’s half the reason they end up back together. Peter’s out of web fluid, it’s below freezing outside, and he does not want to ride the subway in his suit again. So he’s climbing through MJ’s window, hoping to crash on her couch for the night.

As soon as Peter has one leg inside, MJ instantly yells at him. “Close the window!”

Peter hurries inside, slamming the window shut just before a cat can escape through it.

“What?” Peter says. He stares at the mangy creature pawing at the window mournfully. It’s a scruffy orange cat, with almost more scars than fur and a chunk of his ear missing.

MJ walks over, scooping the cat up in arms, scratching him under the chin. “He likes to roam.”

“Since when do you have a cat?” Peter asks.

“About a week now,” Felicia says, watching them from the couch, “he’s a rescue. Red has a thing for lost causes.”

“That’s a dig at both of us,” Peter huffs. He rolls his eyes and then remembers he’s still wearing the mask. He takes it off and rolls his eyes again. Felicia just snorts.

“He used to be a feral tomcat,” MJ says.

“He was a real nuisance at the shelter,” Felicia says, “even after he was neutered, he kept harassing the other cats and a couple of the workers.”

“He’s just affectionate,” MJ says, the cat rubbing his head against her shoulder and purring to prove her point.

“Huh,” Peter says, unsure how he’s supposed to respond to that, “um, what’s his name?”

A coy smile spreads across Felicia’s face and Peter knows that he’s going to hate the answer. “Peter,” she says.

“Seriously?” Peter glares at the cat but it just purrs harder and cuddles closer to MJ.

“No, well yeah,” MJ says with a smile that almost looks embarrassed, “we call him tiger.”

“I call him spider,” Felicia says.

“So you two think I’m a feral tomcat?” Peter huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No,” MJ says, barely holding back a chuckle as she puts a hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Yes,” Felicia deadpans, “but if it makes you feel any better, I had to talk her out of this old black and white one.”

“We could have named her Felicia,” MJ says, “she looked just like the one in the commercial.”

#asks #my fanfic #mary jane watson #mary jane/felicia hardy #felicia hardy #peter parker #spiderman #mjfel #marvel #marvel comics #marvel comics fanfic #mj x peter x felicia if you squint

[winterinhimring]

I made the mistake of listening to the Spider-man 3 soundtrack at work and the muses chucked an angsty oneshot at my head. Enjoy!

#raimi trilogy #harry osborn #mj watson #mary jane watson #peter parker #spiderman #fanfic #my writing #would you like pain here is some

[ddringo]

Ice Adolescence

“Peter, I…” she hesitates and moves to sit across from him. “I need to tell you something.”

It knows that face. He knows that voice. That expression. The sorrow that fills the room in a matter of seconds. It’s back. The cancer’s back. Peter swallows hard, waiting for May to go on. Hoping that May won’t say what he already knows. Waits. Waits. Waits. Waits.

“Ben’s been feeling off lately…” No, no, no, no, no… “He went to the doctor last week. They did some tests. Peter… It’s back.”

***

Prequal to Peter on Ice! Following Peter's Figure Skating Career from 2018 to 2023. His relationship for Michelle, and hic coach Sam Wilson.

#peter parker #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #read on ao3 #ao3 writer #ben parker #may parker #michelle jones watson #michelle jones #peter parker michelle jones #figureskaters #figure skating #ice skating #yuri on ice #alternate universe #petermj #mj #moodboard #marvel cenimatic universe #marvel

[lexezombie]

I made a Spiderman: Black Metal playlist <3 (ignore the picture lmao it's all I got)

50 songs - 5 per character (some characters haven't popped up in the fic yet sorry!)

in order of who's songs are who's, it goes: - Peter - Harry - Gwen - MJ - Conrad (oc) - Johnny (oc) - Terry (oc) - Sandra (oc) - Flash - Norman

Y'all I'm so sorry that Pete is first w/ his dad-playlist vibes

Harry's music taste is basically just giving his phone to his friends and they add a song to his playlist

#Spiderman: Black Metal #Earth-41801 #Gwen Stacy #Harry Osborn #Norman Osborn #Flash Thompson #OCs #Spiderman OCs #Spiderman AU #playlist #lex rambles #Peter Parker #mary jane watson #MJ #Spotify #fanfic #fic related