#spideychelle college au

[spicysagittarius]

if only you knew

For @spideychelleweek​ Day 2: College AU!

Rated E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Nice to meet you, Patrick.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Michelle Jones-Watson and Peter Parker.”

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

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

  -

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

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

  Boy, is he wrong. 

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

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

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

  If found please contact 755-0833. 

  Fair enough, then. 

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

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

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

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

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

  Lost in Lust: Forbidden Desires

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

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

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

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

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

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

  He replies in under a minute.

  For sure.

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

  Interesting book, by the way 

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

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

  755-0833: It is. Have you read it?

  Not sure it’s my kind of book.

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

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

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

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

  755-0833: You’d be surprised

  Now I’m intrigued.

  755-0833: So give it a read. Lol. 

  C’mon, it’s your book

  755-0833: I’ve read it before. 

  Wow, so it really is top-tier porn

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

  Fuck it. He’ll read the book. 

  -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  My good friend Jack.

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

  -

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

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

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

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

  “Christ, Jones, you made your point.”

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

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

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

  “Okay,” he offers lamely.

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

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

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

  Nice.

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

  God, he wants to rip his fucking hair out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  -

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

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

  What’s your name?

  The dots appear, then:

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

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

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

  A nickname, then.

  755-0833: Fine. Call me Em. 

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

  755-0833: And what do I call you?

  Hm. Spider-Man.

  Em: Ha. Big fan?

  Oh, the biggest. 

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

  Em: The biggest, you say?

  He decides to play along. 

  You heard me. 

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

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

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

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

  Yeah? Does he make you cum?

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

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

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

  Em: Fuck

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

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

  Oh yeah? Why is that?

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

  He has a way with words, doesn’t he

  Em: So do you.

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

  Em. 

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

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

  Are you wet, Em?

  Those damn dots. 

  Em: Yes

  Are you in bed?

  Em: Yes

  Are you touching yourself, baby?

  Em: Fuck 

  Em: Yeah I am 

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

  When it does, it fucking ruins him. 

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

  And speaking of her legs…holy. Shit. 

  He’s quick to reply, pumping even quicker. 

  Em. Fuck. You look so hot. 

  Em: Tell me something

  Anything

  Em: Have you ever thought about fucking me

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

  Em: What do you think about

  You on your knees

  Em: Shit what else

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

  Em: Fuck, I want to cum

  I wish I could watch. 

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

  Fuck, I’d like that

  Are you close?

  Em: So close

  Cum for me, then. 

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

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

  Baby

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

  Em: Cum for me, Spider-Man. 

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

  He’s in serious, serious trouble. 

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

[seek--rest]

YOU SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEEK (if u want obvi) <3 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZML3AUVgY/?k=1

My gut reaction is to give an immediate no because this smells like a love triangle and I’m allergic to those. Plus, Harry deserves better than to be thrown in the middle of that mess + used for plot fodder for the sake of PeterMJ endgame.

That being said, never say never. I can envision a Good Fic out of this. I’d just have to be careful because I’m sick of fics that demonize Harry for no reason.

#seek speaks #spideychelle #petermj #one of biggest fic regrets is making Harry an asshole in the college au #it was (1) time and yet I did not realize just how pervasive this was in spideychelle #making Harry an enemy just to make Peter the better partner is not only fucked up but shitty and lazy writing #if I hadn’t been begged not to I would’ve deleted the college au ages ago #it’s my least favorite fic for good reason #and Harry villainization is key among them

[petermj-week]

2022 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone for participating in Spideychelle Week 2022! We had an excellent turnout and are so excited for another great year full of love for Peter and MJ.

Day 1: PeterMJ as Parents

You Are My Sunshine by @jenniboo311

midtown high’s alumni by @watsonmj

Day 2: College AU

if only you knew by @spicysagittarius

The Rest is Still Unwritten by @jenniboo311

the slowest moving train by @weezly14 and @seek--rest

Day 3: Established Relationship

These Hollowed Halls Ring by @karinaisloud

to need somebody by @bluepinstripes

Just Beachy by @jenniboo311

Look After You by @seek--rest

Behind Glass Doors by @abc2411

Day 4: Friends to Lovers

Kodak by @abc2411

a home for two by @watsonmj

Day 5: Roommates

Leaning Tower of Pete-za by @jenniboo311

from the sidelines by @seek--rest

Day 6: Fake Dating

Fake Out Till You Make Out by @mjonesing and @jenniboo311

something blue by @weezly14

just like a movie by @bluepinstripes

Day 7: Meet Again After High School

coming back to you by @watsonmj

I Almost Do by @seek--rest

Had the Whole Thing Mapped Out by @tarareads4fun

Denny’s by @abc2411

Free Day

phantom by @watsonmj

a treacherous gain by @promiseofthepremise and @seek--rest

Peter and MJ by @ixoren

Feel free to continue to submit to the collection until the end of the year.

Peter and MJ will return ❤️

#spideychelle #petermj #Peter x MJ #mj x Peter #petermjane #spideychelle week

[spideychellesecretsanta]

Welcome to the Spideychelle Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022!

Hello again! Welcome back for year four! It’s hard to believe we started this back in 2018, but here we are! It’s been so much fun, and I’m excited to get this started! If you’re interested in participating, keep reading!

HOW IT WORKS

To sign up, fill out this form.

If for some reason that doesn’t work, feel free to send a DM!

You’ll need to provide an email, but if you are uncomfortable sharing that, you can create a temporary one just for this event

Sign ups will be open until September 30th 11:59:59 PM EST. After this day, SIGN UPS WILL BE CLOSED.

You’ll receive your assignments the week of October 2nd in an email! That email will contain a link to the Secret Santa Discord server! Here, there will be announcements and other things related to the event.

Once you’re in the server, you’ll find a link to a Google form to create a wishlist! This will be sent to your Secret Santa, and your giftee’s will be sent to you! You can also snoop around on their (your giftee’s) blog in the meantime! Get the inside scoop!

If you’d like to make things a little easier for your Secret Santa, enable anons here on Tumblr.

Beginning on Dec. 25th, we will start posting through the week until January 1st!

If for some reason you are unable to make that deadline, don’t hesitate to DM me.

NEW THIS YEAR: Dedicated Pinch Hitters!

Pinch hitters are there to create a gift for someone if their Secret Santa drops from the exchange. In the past, we’ve done this by asking those already taking part if they’d like to volunteer. This year, however, pinch hitters are going to be volunteers from outside the exchange! So, if you’re wanting to sign up to be a Secret Santa, you will NOT be able to pinch hit. They are two different things. 

That being said, if you’d like to volunteer to be a pinch hitter, fill out this form!

Pinch hitters will also receive a discord invite!

Pinch hitters can sign up until the week before Dec. 25th!

WHEN YOU POST

Tag your giftee!

Tag @spideychellesecretsanta​

use the tag #SpideychelleSecretSanta2022

Post on the AO3 collection!

THE WISHLIST (form)

The deadline for having your wishlist form completed is OCTOBER 9th.

You won’t have to worry about this until after you join the discord, but keep it in mind!

Think about...

What genres you like (fluff, angst, etc.)

What tropes you like (fake dating, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc.)

What AUs you like (Mob!AU, College!AU, etc.)

Specify whether or not you’re okay with receiving smut/n*fw art.

A NOTE: if you are an artist/writer and you are not comfortable drawing/writing smut, then you are not obligated to, even if it’s on your giftee’s wishlist. This is simply just so that the Secret Santa’s that are comfortable know what their options are.

RULES

This is pretty self-explanatory, but DON’T TELL ANYONE WHO YOU HAVE! It’s not a secret if you do! Keep it secret! Keep it safe!

Remember that this is an exchange. If you are expecting to receive something, you must also expect to give something in return.

Dropping out, no matter how last minute, means that you will not receive a gift.

Know that you aren’t guaranteed a specific gift, even if you specify it in your wishlist. So be kind!

Depending on who your Secret Santa is, you will either get a fic, art, a moodboard, or some other creative work.

If you put that you are comfortable with smut/ns*w fanart, know that there are minors in this fandom, so give other ideas, too! Don’t just ask for smut!

THAT BEING SAID, Secret Santa’s, please be sure that your gift is tailored to your giftee’s wishlist. Of course, put your own spin on what you create, but the gift should be something your giftee wants! Make them feel special! 

Along that note, GIVE FEEDBACK!! Someone created something to make you feel special! 

No talking about your gift/giftee publicly. This is supposed to be a secret!!

For writing fics, shoot for around a minimum 1-1.5k word count.

and the biggest rule of all DO NOT FORGET THIS:

HAVE FUN!! <3

You made it to the end! If you read all of that, and you’d still like to sign up, fill out this form (potential pinch hitters, fill out this one!) If you have any more questions at all, feel free to send me a message or an ask! 🎁

#spideychelle #petermj #petermjane #peter parker x mj watson #peter parker x michelle jones-watson #peter parker #mj watson #spideychellesecretsanta2k22 #spideychelle secret santa

[marawrders]

Looking for a post-FFH Spideychelle roleplay (AU where Peter's identity was never revealed)! 18+ NSFW, though the smut won't be the only focus of the rp; it's just sort of what kicks it off I guess. Essentially the idea is that it's close to the end of their senior year, and they haven't done anything sexual together past heavy makeout sessions largely because Peter's been super nervous and insecure about it. But after a while of their makeouts getting more and more intense Peter finally decides he's ready and reaches out to MJ one night to invite her over. Looking for lots of sweet, loving first times and cuteness. We can also take the rp further than that and delve more into their relationship, college, trauma, etc. if you like! I prefer to play Peter as a trans guy but if you'd rather I play him as cis I'm cool either way! Also for smut purposes I do usually play him as a submissive top. Interact with this post or message me if you're interested!! :)

#spideychelle #rp #marvel #avengers #spiderman #marvel rp #Spiderman rp #spideychelle rp #Peter parker #mj #roleplay #I miss omegle #iron dad #iron dad rp #spider son #spider son rp

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

phantom

by watsonmj (divineauthor)

Peter is too alive to be a ghost and too dead to be a human. He doesn’t belong anywhere. But looking at MJ, he knows he does.

—•—

In a different universe, Peter Parker is known as Phantom, the ghostly hero who saves the city from undead attacks. Who knew being seventeen comes with more problems than homework, college applications, and prom?

Or, a Danny Phantom AU.

Words: 16217, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ben Parker, Other(s)

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Ben Parker & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Era, With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility, Peter Parker isn't Spider-Man, he IS a hero tho dw, Peter Parker is a Mess, Teen Peter Parker, POV Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Pining, Mutual Pining, Crushes, Action & Romance, Non-Linear Narrative, Grief/Mourning, Fluff and Angst, Danny Phantom AU, Spideychelle Week 2022, Canon-Typical Violence

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39748677

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #FOS #fanfic

[palettesofrenaissance]

Desire, Caution

or the spideychelle college smut au, part ii

Michelle tries to defend herself to a friend: “It’s not like I’m…I’m dickmatized or something.”

“No, not dickmatized. It’s, uh, lickmatized, I think it’s called. You’re definitely lickmatized.”

Or alternatively: the sequel to Lust, Caution — when Peter passes by Michelle’s room door left slightly open one night and catches her masturbating and he loses his shit.

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[you-guys--are-losers]

Spideychelle Week: Day Six!

//Second to last day, fam! Thanks to @spideychelleweek for the week of incredible creativity and stepping out of our comfort zones, because I was initially nervous about writing this and now I am SO ready. You guys down for this crap? Because guess what: today is College AU day! 

I wrote one of these before, but we’re gonna try another, and I’m going to use a prompt this time! I’m using a prompt from @veronicabunchwrites again, and this time it’s from their lovely list of college aus!

So, the prompt I’m using is this: “I post an ad looking for someone to be my model for my art project and the interviewing process has been a little awkward until you answer it.” I changed it a bit, just because I’m not comfortable writing someone fully nude, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do a little bit of spicy writing. ;)

Summary: MJ is having a hard time finding a model, so when Peter Parker volunteers to do it for her, MJ is extremely grateful. She’s known him since they went to high school together, so it shouldn’t be too hard, right? 

But as soon as MJ sees those abs, she realizes that nothing about this is going to be easy for her. 

Characters: Michelle Jones x Peter Parker

Word Count: 4,399

Warnings: Sexual tension, college-age stupidity, nervous quips, partial nudity

Sculpted

Screw this,” MJ mutters, shoving her phone away from her and leaning her head back on their couch with a groan.

One of her hands rises to her forehead, shoving her hair back from her face in a frustrated movement as she closes her eyes. “I’m dropping out of art school. I guess I’m gonna have to settle for the lame shit you losers are doing.” 

“You mean computer programming?” Ned hums from the futon across their apartment, not looking up from his laptop. “Yeah, sounds reasonable. I mean, it’s kind of a fallback, major, but, y’know…”

“We both know that after some of the modifications I made to the Bugsuit, I would have no problem getting a scholarship,” MJ points out, still not opening her eyes. In any other setting, with any other group of people, she knows it would sound conceited. But her loser roommates know that she’s screwing with them, and more importantly, they know she’s right. 

“What is it this time?” Peter pipes up, and MJ’s eyes open as he returns from the kitchen with the industrial-sized bag of gummy worms they’ve been working on for a week. “Shading? Digital perspectives? Visualizing a room layout?” He plops down on the other end of the couch, swiping the remote from between them and quickly switching the show from the later seasons of Parks and Rec to The Office. It’s been a running feud between roommates the past few weeks, but MJ is too irritated with her work to even acknowledge it tonight. 

“No,” MJ responds morosely, leaning across the couch to steal a few of the sour, sugary gummies from the bag before she settles back in to explain. “It’s not even the art. It’s the prep, which is not the part I was expecting to have trouble with.” 

“What are you working on?” Ned asks, eyes seizing upon Creed and Meredith as he asks the question. “Is it another of those digital ones? I like those.” 

“No, this one’s an oil painting,” MJ answers, leaning her head on the armrest as she allows herself to sink into the show. “But it’s supposed to be a figure drawing partially in the nude, and-”

Ned’s eyes widen across the room, and a strangled cough of alarm escapes his throat as he whirls to look at her. MJ doesn’t have to look across the couch to know Peter is doing the same-- the sound of the gummy worm bag dropping to the floor more than confirms it for her. 

“It’s just a waist-up of a male model, you testosterone-fuelled monkeys,” MJ remarks simply, taking advantage of the moment to steal the remote Peter has just set down. The two stop staring at her like she has just sprouted another set of arms as she switches the show to Parks and Rec again, and Ned lets out a slow whistle in relief. “Well, if I could find one, anyway.” 

“What do you mean?” Peter says slowly. 

MJ lets out a puff of air through her nose as she settles down again, allowing the beautiful sight of Amy Poehler in a lime-green pantsuit to relax her. Yes… That’s better. Leslie Knope is all that MJ will ever need to calm down. 

“I can’t get anyone to pose for me,” she replies after a moment, letting her eyes close again as she explains. “I need someone with fairly defined chest muscles, since we’re supposed to be working on the shading of human muscle. You’d think it would be easy to find someone with all of the guys I see in the gym every morning, so I put up an ad on the bulletin board asking if anyone was interested.” 

“Oh, yeah, I think I saw that,” Ned says slowly. “Betty pointed it out on the way back from pilates.” 

“You’re doing pilates with Betty?” Peter asks incredulously. “Dude, I don’t even know what that is.” 

“Pilates is what you do when you love someone,” Ned replies sagely, causing MJ to let out a soft groan. 

“Gross,” she comments. “I’d think that you’d be fine without the gym, considering the amount of tonsil tennis you two play. You’re practically Serena and Venus.” 

Peter draws in a sharp breath, and a sudden outburst of coughing fit ensues as Peter nearly inhales a gummy worm. Between the sounds of their best friend hacking up a lung, Ned’s eyes narrow, and he shoots her a look. “Continue with your story about how you’re trying to get a guy half-naked, then.” 

“Gladly.” 

After Peter is no longer in danger of asphyxiating, MJ lays out her dilemma. “The problem is that I can’t get anyone who’s serious about it. All of the messages I’ve been getting have been assholes who think I’m looking for a hookup. Please… Like this is some high schooler’s YA story.” 

“I mean, it does sound kind of sexual,” Ned points out. “I think the words ‘nude model’ will do that for you, even if it’s just above the waist.”

Peter lets out a final sigh as he catches his breath, closing the bag of gummy worms. MJ tries to feel bad that she may have killed his gummy worm craving for the evening, but really, she’s just glad there’s more left for her. She’s expecting him to make some comment about how none of them checked to see if he would be okay, and she is already preparing her comeback (“Please, Parker. We know we don’t have to worry about your super-esophagus.”) when he says something that catches her completely off-guard.

“I mean… I could do it.” 

MJ’s eyes fly open, and both MJ and Ned turn to him in shock. Peter’s eyes widen as he finds himself the object of both of their attention at once, and he raises his hands defensively. “What?” he stammers. “I’ve got muscles!” 

“I know,” Ned says, speaking up before MJ has to, “but that’s just… Weird. I think MJ wants to draw, like, a statue-bod kinda guy.” 

Peter’s cheeks heat up, and he looks slightly miffed now. “I can lift a bus, in case you forgot,” he points out, his tone slightly flustered. “And-and I held a ferry boat together.” 

“For, like, two seconds,” Ned muses. 

Before Peter can fire back, however, the unthinkable word drops from MJ’s lips: 

“Okay.” 

Both of them turn to her this time, and now she is the focus of shocked attention. Her cheeks heat up, and MJ turns to the TV, fixing her eyes on the screen and praying they take it for nonchalance.

“What did you just say?” Ned stammers. 

“I said he can do it,” MJ replies, forcing any breathiness out of her voice. “This thing is due in two weeks, I need a model yesterday. And if I don’t have to deal with guys sliding into my DMs and getting my hopes up, that’s a bonus.” 

For a minute, things are quiet. Then, finally, Peter says, “Okay. When do we start?” 

MJ glances away from the TV and makes eye contact with Peter, trying not to notice his bright red ears and the slight catch in his voice. For a minute, she nearly forgets to answer his question. “You can show up to the studios on Friday at four, if that works. Um, unless it doesn’t. I could also do Saturday, or Sunday… Or, um, Monday, right. Because that’s what comes next-” 

“No, uh, Friday works,” Peter interrupts, running a hand through his hair. They both look away at the same time, and for a second silence stretches out as they vehemently avoid looking at one another. MJ tries to focus on the beautiful goddess that is Leslie Knope, but after about thirty seconds she finally gets up. 

“I’m gonna head to bed early,” she decides, not looking at either of them as she chucks the remote at Ned. It narrowly misses his head, and Ned fumbles with it for a moment before catching it. This gives MJ the time she needs to make a quick exit, and then her bedroom door shuts behind her, and she is alone. 

In the dim light of her room, MJ quickly changes into a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt, trying not to think about what just happened. Nothing happened, she reminds herself as she slides under the covers of her bed, shoving her head onto her pillow. I have a model. That’s it. 

It’s not weird; it shouldn’t be. They’ve been friends since high school, and MJ has seen him in that stupid suit enough times to know that his muscles are developed. It’s not anything uncomfortable. 

But still, the voice in her head whispers, you’ve never had to focus exclusively on the abs. And the pecs. And the obliques, and the- MJ shuts that train of thought down with a frustrated groan. 

Whatever. Peter is attractive; she’s known that since high school. It’s not new, and it’s not weird to admit it. It would be weirder if she denied it. She’s not blind; I mean, she’d expect him to admit she’s attractive, too, because she knows she is. It’s just objective truth. 

Why, then, does the idea of him admitting that fill her with tingly warmth? 

No, nope. Bed. It’s bedtime. MJ repeats it over and over again in her head, Bed time, bed time, for the better part of ten minutes. 

When she finally falls asleep, MJ dreams of brush strokes and blending and oil paint sliding across her skin, of painting on a canvas of freckles and stretch marks and dimples as fingers massage pigment into the contours of her body, making it permanent. 

-

Friday comes with a vengeance, seeming to hurtle into existence a million times faster than any day has before. 

It probably helps that, over the course of the week, MJ forces herself to think of anything but Friday. She focuses herself on schoolwork, social life, and her two best friends, who luckily make everything return to normal the morning after the decision has been made. 

The project fades into Ned’s distant memory, and Peter doesn’t bring it up at all over the course of the week’s antics. In fact, with how little they even mention school, MJ wouldn’t have been surprised if Peter forgets to even show up. 

But, sure enough, 2:00 finds MJ in her favorite studio in the building, and 2:03 brings Peter Parker into the room. He finds MJ there, with a canvas on an easel, setting up her paints and her pallet. Across from the canvas is an old sofa, something that she found in the back of the studio and figured would serve their purposes. The windows of the studio are open to let in natural light, and the sofa is positioned beneath a skylight in a way that will allow her to paint him with lighting from the angle she wants. 

“Um, hi,” he greets her, offering her a grin. The smile relaxes MJ because it is familiar. It is dorky and earnest and slightly sheepish, and all of those things are so Peter that she knows this will be alright. 

“‘Sup, loser,” she greets, nodding in his direction before returning to her pallet. She’s wearing old painting clothes, and her hair is pulled back into a messy sort of ponytail that will keep it out of her face while she works. She has a habit of getting herself a little bit streaked with paint when she’s not paying attention, and it’s a pain to get out of her hair. 

Peter begins to walk around the room, studying the various tools and the setup. MJ has to keep herself from subtly observing him as he does it, even though she wants to take in the endearing wonder written on his face. 

“This place is cool,” he comments, his voice relaxed and curious as he studies a posing chart hanging on the wall behind her. “Do you come here a lot?” 

“For most of my projects, yeah,” MJ hums. “It’s my favorite studio, so I may or may not have started a rumor that someone died in here so it’s always available.” 

Peter snorts in amusement behind her, and though MJ isn’t looking, she can’t keep away a grin now. “Why didn’t you ask the ghost to pose for you?” he asks. 

“Well, it was an axe murder, so that might be a bit messy.” 

Peter laughs for real this time, and then for a moment, they lapse into a comfortable silence. Peter watches as MJ begins mixing her highlight, and then he queries, “So… How do you wanna do this?” 

MJ is careful to control her urge to stiffen. Right… This is why they’re both here. It’s no big deal. 

“Um, right,” she breathes, glancing at him for a moment before returning to the pallet. “So you can, uh, take your shirt off.” 

“You’re not gonna buy me dinner first?” Peter jokes. His cheeks are pink, however, and his voice is slightly constricted as he pulls his shirt off, and MJ hears the fabric drop to the floor. It takes all of the self-control in her body to refrain from looking. 

“Nah, not unless you want the cold paella in my bag,” she hums. “I think it’s from, like, yesterday.” 

“I’ll pass,” Peter comments, and MJ grins. For a second, she forgets about her situation and looks up. 

Craaaaap. 

To preface: MJ knew that Peter was kind of jacked. She has seen the muscles through the suit before, has seen them in action on Youtube videos, whatever. She is supposed to be prepared. 

She is most certainly not. Nothing could prepare her for this. 

Her eyes find it immediately: Peter Parker’s muscular chest, standing before her in all its glory. His jeans ride slightly low on his hips, meaning that the ‘v’ of his abdomen is what catches her eye first, more defined than it was on any of the example sketches. She hurriedly drags her eyes away from that, up higher, but that isn’t any better. If she looks there, she has to focus on the clearly defined abs that are staring her in the face, begging her to touch them to see if they’re as firm as they look. It doesn’t get any less defined as her eyes travel up his body, to defined pecs and muscular arms that cause her to swallow, quickly looking anywhere else. 

Finally, her eyes find his face. Peter’s cheeks are pink, but his gaze is awfully intense as it meets her own, causing her heart to pound faster than it already was. 

“I- Uh- Um, right,” MJ stammers, forcing her eyes to give him a quick once-over as if she was only examining them from an artistic standpoint. “Alright. Yep, that’ll do.” In her own ears, her voice sounds an octave too high as she begins to mix the colors on the pallet, not looking up. “You can, uh, sit on the couch, I’ll tell you how to position yourself-” 

“MJ.” 

Peter’s voice interrupts her, and MJ can barely breathe as she looks up. When she does, he’s grinning sheepishly. “Shouldn’t I get oiled up first?” 

It’s a bad joke, but it causes MJ to laugh anyway. She’s grateful to think about something, anything other than the muscles that seem to be calling her name, the ones she’s somehow going to have to depict without being blinded by all of their splendor.

“Shut up, loser,” she instructs as she continues mixing. “If you keep talking, I’m gonna charge you a commission fee.”

“I’m the one doing this for you,” he points out playfully as he takes a seat on the sofa. “It’s not like I want to hang this in my room.” 

“Why not? It’ll be a tasteful layout. We’ll do some pin-up poses.” MJ examines him, and for a moment, she thinks maybe she can do this. “Alright. I want you to turn a little to your right, but keep your legs straight. Then flex for me.” She’s got this. 

Peter obeys her, and MJ’s blood rushes to her head. 

Nope. Nope. She does not got this. 

After he’s in place, MJ busies herself with getting music playing on her phone. She needs something, anything to occupy her mind as she does this. “Sunflower” by Post Malone starts playing, and almost immediately, MJ relaxes. She looks up, and this time, she manages to keep her cool as she studies the shade of his skin tone. Sure, she’s never gonna be able to unsee this, but for now, she can do it. 

After she’s mixed the paint, they settle into a rhythm, and then MJ loses herself in the work. She is completely focused on the art: the colors, the blending, the highlights, how she wants to do the shadow. Each stroke is precise, intentional… Everything is exactly where she wants it, and every step is clear to her. 

Sure, the muscles are rather lovely. But as long as she steels herself before looking up, she manages to keep herself from drooling over them for as long as it takes her to make a quick assessment and return to the work. 

The muscles are a new variable, something she hasn’t had to battle with before. But the work? The work she knows, the work she understands. Its beat is one she has heard a million times, and it carries her along with ease. 

An hour or so passes, with the silence stretching on comfortably. Every so often, Peter warns her that he has a muscle cramp, and MJ watches carefully so that she can guide him back to the position after he’s adjusted a bit. Peter is a good model. Sure, he has to move a bit more than most of the people they’ve painted in studies, but he also doesn’t complain. He just follows her direction, letting his eyes wander the room or sometimes close as he soaks in the sun. 

And, every so often, MJ wonders if she can feel those eyes on her. 

It’s about half an hour in when MJ looks up from her canvas, really looks, for the first time since she posed him. There are flecks of paint all over her fingers and upper arm from where she carefully used a nail to remove an excess of pain, or just from when she forgot about the pallet in her hand while adjusting the canvas and supplies as the light changed. Her hair is determined to escape from her ponytail, it seems, and it hovers on the edge of her vision in several curly tendrils that she ignores. She knows she makes faces while she’s concentrating, and between the paint on her clothes, hands, and a spot by her temple where she brushed away some hair, the stiffness of her body and neck, and the mess of her hair, MJ knows she looks disheveled. 

That’s why, when she looks up and find him studying her like he’s been studying the beautiful prints of art on the walls, she stops still. 

His eyes, when they meet hers, hold the warmth that makes them Peter’s, but they also hold something else. Whatever it is in insistent, piercing as it works its way to her through their shared gaze, and penetrating as it seems to search her from head to toe. 

Whatever it is takes her breath away. 

MJ draws in a sharp breath, and her sudden change of posture causes Peter to stiffen, too. His eyes go wide upon the realization that he has been caught staring. However, he doesn’t look away. After balking for a moment, his gaze actually becomes more intense, almost as though he is determined to prove himself. 

MJ sets down her brush, and Peter’s eyes track her motion expectantly as she turns to look back at him again. 

“Peter,” she finally says, her tone tight and controlled. 

“Yeah?” Something earnest enters his eyes, then his voice, too, as he waits for her to respond. 

“You moved.” 

When he realizes what she means, his face falls for a fraction of a second before he becomes composed again. “O-oh, right. Um, let me just-” He attempts to take up his former position, and MJ busies herself comparing it with the likeness on canvas in order to ignore the warmth in her cheeks. After looking from his position, to the painting, and then back to him again, MJ shakes her had. 

“Not quite,” she says slowly. “You need to twist more at the waist.” 

Peter attempts to angle his body more to the side, but he still is twisting his upper body more than his lower body. MJ watches, then shakes her head again, biting her lip. “Nah, it’s more-- here.” 

MJ sets her pallet on the floor and strides over to the sofa. She is painfully, painfully aware of the amount of Peter’s bare skin in front of her, bright in the golden sun, but she struggles to ignore it as she sits on the ground in front of him and raises her hand to hover in front of his abs. 

“You need to twist more here,” she says, gesturing to the muscles. 

He’s already moving, however, so rather than her gesture hovering in front of him, her loose hand crashes into his muscles. MJ’s eyes widen as her the palm of her hand presses against his lower abdomen, and her whole body stiffens for a moment before she can register that she should pull back. The muscles are warm beneath her fingertips, solid and firmer than she could have imagined. 

“MJ-” 

She pulls her hand back immediately, but a sinking feeling enters her chest as she realizes what happened. Her paint-covered fingertips have left smears of paint across his skin, the highlight that MJ was attempting to scrape off her knife with a nail before she looked up. The paint clings to him, and instinctively, MJ reaches out to brush it away. 

All she succeeds in doing is rubbing it in further with fingertips that dance across his skin. MJ can barely breathe, and her head is spinning as she tries again, only making it worse. “Shit, Parker, I’m sorry,” she stammers, shaking her head. The loose curls go flying, and a few brush against his skin from where she is seated. “I forgot about it, let me get-” 

“MJ.” 

Slowly, MJ raises her eyes to his, her breath caught in her throat. 

Peter is staring down at her, his lips slightly parted as his eyes scan her countenance. His cheeks are crimson, and he still looks like her loser as he blinks several times, taking a sharp breath as his eyes explore her face. There is awe in his eyes, and a hesitant gleam, as he looks down at her. She can’t look away, can’t breathe, can’t even move her paint-covered hand from where it lingers on his abs. 

Peter opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. His hand finds her other hand, one with streaks of wet paint on the palm where she was testing colors. The paint transfers from her hand to his as he links their fingers together, and she exhales as their fingers lace into a lattice. 

“You have paint all over you, now,” she breathes, blinking once, then twice. 

Peter swallows, his eyes not moving. He looks as if he regrets even having to blink as he drinks in her eyes. “Then…” His voice falters, and so Peter swallows and tries again in a voice that is slightly raspy, catching in his throat. 

“Then what’s the harm in a little bit more?” 

Before she knows it, MJ is standing, and Peter’s hand in hers helps guide her to her feet. She does not let go of his hand. The fingers on his skin dance across his lower chest experimentally as she looks into his eyes, leaving little trails of pale pink in their wake. Her eyes don’t leave his, and his skin is warm underneath her fingers as her hand travels greedily up his chest, taking its sweet time. Peter’s eyes flutter shut and he leans into th contact, breath hitching whenever her touch grows heavier.

Finally, after she has explored his chest in detail, her arm snakes around his neck. Her hand plows a path through his hair, lightly tugging on the curls to bring him closer to her as she leans down slightly. Her lips crash into his, then, and their linked hands rise as Peter tugs his free to cup her face. Paint kisses her cheekbone as Peter caresses it with a thumb, and her other hand is happy to join the first in flecking his brown locks with pink and white. His other hand impatiently pulls her hair free of the ponytail, causing her to hum against his lips, tipping her head so that their lips fit together more closely. 

For one slow, delicious moment, MJ drinks him in, and he does the same for her. The kiss is insistent and intense, and more than anything, it’s an exploration. Her lips learn the dance of his own soft ones, and his hand traces the contours of her face, blazing its own line of highlight across her cheek and down her jaw. 

Finally, when they both need to come up for air, MJ breaks the kiss apart. Her breath comes in greedy gasps, drinking in the air of the studio as the golden light sinks into their skin, turning the shadows longer. The paint is cool and prickly on her skin as it begins to draw, and a smile crosses MJ’s swollen lips as she drinks in the strange sensation, eyes closed. 

“Told you you should’ve oiled me up.” 

Peter’s cheeky comment causes a laugh to leave MJ’s lips, closely followed by an insistent hum and she dives in for more. 

Maybe she has a project she should be working on… But, then, MJ has found a new canvas, and one that she much prefers. After all, Peter Parker really is a masterpiece… And MJ looks forward to studying every shadow, every contour, and every new perspective of her best friend in detail with her artist’s eye. 

After all, painting may be rewarding, but in the warmth of the studio, MJ decides that when it comes to Peter Parker, she prefers being the canvas to being the artist.

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[lenkarii]

gift art for @iovewords for @spideychellesecretsanta ✨

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Artist!MJ 🎨

MJ’s an art student in college - which happens to have Spiderman sightings at times. When Spiderman accidentally swings into the drawing studio and unmasks, he doesnt realise MJ is the only one there! In exchange for keeping his secret, Peter volunteers to pose for MJ for her painting assignment (but he cant keep still because he’s too nervous). They get closer as MJ discovers who he is✨

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[oliocelottafanfics]

For the wonderful @rejectofsociety through @marvellous-secretsanta 

I had such a blast writing this, I hope you enjoy it! Happy Holidays, Snow! 💙 

Preview beneath the cut~

His wavy brown hair is fluffy from the half dozen times she’s noticed him running his hands through it. His eyes are almost frantic as they trace over whatever he’s reading on the screen and she can’t help but wonder if, perhaps, he has a deadline approaching. It’s not finals season yet, but a midterm paper wouldn’t be out of the question.

He certainly fits the parameters for her People in Distress sketchbook.

She lowers the pencil to paper and starts on the curve of his face - a total baby face, by the way; seriously is this guy really in college? She runs the pencil in a smooth arch to show the way his cheek is pushed up by his own fist, giving it shading before she moves onto his lips and nose.

He fidgets under her gaze, his hand moving from under his cheek to the back of his neck where he rubs with obvious distress. His brow knits up, his lips purse, and before Michelle can blink, his eyes are suddenly on her.

Their gazes lock, his eyes as wide as saucers while she merely arches a brow, as if challenging him to question her. She silently moves her pencil a little farther up the page to draw his eyes. They’re in the perfect position now, the ideal definition of Distressed. He really is a great subject.

His eyes darts down to the notebook in her hand and has the audacity to look even more distressed. In fact, he’s almost frantic as he slams his laptop closed and grabs his bag from the floor. He’s out the door before she can even question what the hell he’s freaking out over, leaving his half finished coffee behind on the table.

Despite being forced to cut her drawing short, Michelle can’t resist smirking. What a weird guy. She hopes he comes back some time so she can finish the drawing.

She thoughtfully taps the pencil on the page a couple times before sticking it back into the crook of her ponytail and tucking the notebook into her apron again. At least she can get back to her job, if only for a few minutes. She walks over to the vacated table and wipes it down, picking up the paper cup to toss. Her own familiar handwriting stares back at her along the side of it, a name she barely remembers putting there and still barely registers now before she drops it into the trash can.

Peter

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🪦 if you had to turn one of your fics into MCD which one would you chose?

just one????? i mean arguably, any fic with peter will be a MCD eventually lmao

👀what's a fic written by someone else that you REALLY wish you wrote yourself?

I don't vibe with envy but I think about a haunted house with a picket fence by @promiseofthepremise all the time. she really did that.

🎥If you could make a movie/tv show for one of your fics which one would you chose?

I'm really into seeing into the dark visually. I think that would be interesting.

🫦what is your biggest regret in one of your fics whether it be something you wish you didn't do, or you wish you did do?

I wish I had never written my no powers college AU. It was a smash success, runaway hit kind of series that I wrote in my first few months in fandom. What I thought would be an interesting exercise of taking these characters into a different scenario while still keeping them as themselves turned into a textbook example of all the things that spideychelle loves in a very bad way. It unknowingly played into some really bad tropes I do not like and had far too much of an audience with the "spideychelle are just props for my tomdaya fantasies" crowd. I deleted that series and am glad for it but I do wish I could go back to 2019 me and say "hey people will not read this as creative" lmao

💋do you have any guilty pleasure ships that you really want to write for but are scared to?

I don't have guilty pleasures because I'm not catholic. I always wanted to write parksborn and now i'm glad i have 😌

Fic Writer Ask Game

#seek speaks #spideychelle #petermj #petermjane #parksborn

[petermj-week]

50 DAYS UNTIL SPIDEYCHELLE WEEK

June 12th: Peter and MJ as Parents

June 13th: College AU

June 14th: Established Relationship

June 15th: Friends to Lovers

June 16th: Roommates AU

June 17th: Secret Dating or Faking Dating

June 18th: Meet Again After High School

June 19th: Free Day

#petermj #spideychelle #spideychelle week #spideychelle week 2022 #peter parker #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #mj watson #spiderman #homecoming #far from home #no way home

[michellesbohh]

as the feeling inside keeps building

Things That Peter Knows Right Now: A List

1. It’s winter break, but he hasn’t gone home like everyone else because he’s running a work study internship and he’d volunteered to stay behind to monitor one of their experiments. (Hanukkah had started in November this year so he’d already been home to celebrate with May).

2. Michelle had texted him about an hour ago saying she’d be over to “hang out” in...well about an hour.

3. They will be alone in his dorm since Ned has already gone home and Peter is fine. Everything is fine.

(He’s not so sure about that last one.)

Promptmas Day ? : “You didn’t think I’d let you spend the holidays alone, did you?”

And a very Happy Birthday to @amyabbotts!

#i chose snaps bc they are youths in the call edge #thank you #spideychelle fic #college au #this is a writing tag #peter parker #michelle jones

[writing-and-guacamole]

OTP Dialogue Prompts:

(High school/College Au)

1.~ “Look pal, I don’t know who the HELL you think you are, but if you’re the asshole stealing goldfish from my locker every day, then we’re about to have a SERIOUS problem.”

~

2.~ “I don’t CARE if you’re captain of the swim team, if you put one more rescued snail in my locker ‘bEcAUsE iT wAs LoNeLY,’ I swear I’ll dump my ten-pound collection of glitter into your pool.”

~

3.~ “My best friend bet twenty bucks that you won’t kiss me, but if you do we can split the money fifty/fifty.”

~

4.~ “My mom’s forcing me to be social this weekend, but I really just want to finish my book, so I’ll pay you twenty bucks and a pack of gum to tell her we hung out.”

~

(On Saturday: “No, you idiot, I didn’t say pick me up at eight, how the hell did you come to that conclusion?)

~

5.~ “WTF...you’re raising tadpoles in the bathroom sink??? And to answer your question, no, I don’t want partial custody!”

~

6.~ “I forgot my eyeliner, can I borrow your Sharpie? Ugh, yes, it’s perfectly safe, just hand it over—no, we don’t need to sneak out of class to buy eyeliner, that isn’t practical.”

#writing #writers #writeblr #writing prompts #writing inspiration #otp au prompts #dialogue prompt #high school au #college au #ship #dramione #jily #steggy #stony #wolfstar #spideychelle #stucky #mileven #imagine your otp #percabeth

[tiny-pun]

Experimental love

Person A is a psychology student, who has to lead a team for a psychological experiment.

Person B is one of the test subjects.

While interviewing, they both unexpectedly hit it off but through a misunderstanding, B believes A was faking every niceness and smile, so they'd get more information for said experiment, rather than actually fancying them.

Will A be able to convince B otherwise ?

#coldflash #spideychelle #merthur #jori #sabriel #newtmas #destiel #sterek #stucky #supercat #supercorp #writing prompt #fanfic prompt #psychology #uni au #college au #modern au #harringrove #catradora #kylux #stormpilot #clexa #psychologist #psych student #university au #alternate universe

[agentbarton12]

my @spideychellesecretsanta gift for @purplefuzzysweater! hope you like this Mar

summary: mj has known she was in love with peter since their senior year of high school. when peter asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend for some dumb christmas party, she agrees, and she realises that she'd do anything for him.

warnings: fluff, fake dating, college au

words: 2.3K

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she realised at the beginning of their senior year of high school when on their first day back she was running late cause there was long line at her favourite tea shop and she couldn’t pick up her order, she arrived and found peter waiting for her with a cup in his hands and a dumb grin on his face.

so, of course, when peter runs into the café they always meet up at every two weeks or so when they could spare the time and slams his hands on the table in front of her and heaves out: “i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend at this party”, mj doesn’t even look up from her book when she says, “don’t be stupid.”

peter groans and sits down in front of her. “just hear me out, okay?” he pleads. mj sighs and nods for him to continue, when the waiter comes with tea for her and a cup of coffee for peter. he stared at it funny. “you ordered for me?”

mj felt her cheeks heat up and cleared her throat. “i knew you were going to be late, it’s not a big deal.”

peter just hummed. “anyway, about the girlfriend thing...”

“yes, care to explain that?”

he nodded as he took a sip of his drink. “so you know that prick i was telling you about at my school? brad davis?” the way peter siad his name, dripped with hatred and disdain never failed to make ner laugh.

“uh-huh. with how much you talk about him, i’d think you’re dating,” mj says looking up from her book to give peter a sly grin. he merely rolled his eyes.

mj really had heard all about brad davis. it’s the one consistent thing peter talks about whenever they meet up. the two friends got into different colleges and while peter was off becoming his own person, mj could count on his hatred for brad never changing.

“well,” peter said continuing, “brad davis keeps annoying me about not having a girlfriend and today i guess i snapped. i kinda told him you were my girlfriend? and that you’d be my date to this dumb christmas party he’s throwing this weekend?”

michelle nearly choked on her tea. “why would you do that?”

“i know, i know, the expectation that people in their early twenties should already be in relationships is a product of the toxic societal standards western culture has thrust upon us, but i really wanted to shut brad davis up.”

michelle’s eyes widened as peter went on his tangent because that was the same thing she said to her parents when she had ned and peter over during junior year after they kept asking when they were going to get into relationships. “i said that. you remembered?” she asked scrunching up her nose.

peter shrugged. “of course. i remember everything you say.” michelle felt heat rise up her neck. honestly, this whole loving peter thing was a bit of an inconvenience. “so please, please, please come with me? just to get brad davis off my case.

looking at peter’s pouting face, michelle sighed. “you are so lucky i—” she cut herself off, knowing what she would have said if she wasn’t careful.

“so lucky you what?”

i love you. she doesn’t say this. “so lucky i have nothing better to do this weekend.”

her friend’s eyes widened and a huge smile broke out on his face. “you’re serious? really, you’ll do it?”

“keep asking and i’ll change my mind.”

“oh my god, thank you! you are the best! i love you, you know that right? i will make it up to you and i swear...”

the rest of what peter said was lost to mj. i love you, you know that right? replayed itself over and over in her head. of course she knew he meant it platonically, but the warmth it caused in her chest was undeniable.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting in a subway dressed up in the nicest dress she owned on her way to nyu to pick up her boyfriend for the night.

when she called ned to yell about what she had agreed to (because ned has been mj’s sole confident in everything peter since high school) he just laughed and told her to hope for mistletoe. which was not bad advice. she’d get to kiss peter and brad davis would get to shove it. everybody won.

she arrived at his dorm room and knocked on the door. peter swung the door open with his shirt half-buttoned and jeans unzipped.

he stood there staring at mj not saying anything, his mouth slightly parted. michelle felt her body heat up under his gaze. “uh...you look...” his words died in his throat.

“thank you. you too,” michelle said nodding nervously. peter swallowed.

“uh, i thought i was picking you up,” he said scratching the back of his neck.

michelle shrugged rubbing her arm. “i knew you’d be late.”

peter smiled at that. then he seemed to remember that she was still standing outside. “oh! you can come in. i won’t be long.”

nodding, michelle smiled and followed peter into his dorm. now of course mj had been in his dorm. they’d visit each other on campus as well sometimes. so she was familiar with the layout and took a seat on a chair where a desk sat.

“mj?”

turning around she saw peter’s roommate, harry osborn, staring at her in shock.

“hey, osborn.”

“you know peter told me this whole thing was fake, just to get davis to shut it, so let me give you some advice.”

mj furrowed her eyebrows. “what?”

harry nodded. “you want this to be believable? just act like you always do.”

michelle’s eyes widened. “uhh...i don’t—”

“—trust me.”

peter came out at that moment dressed properly and he cleared his throat. “ready to go...babe?” he added almost as an afterthought. like he was getting used to the weight of the word in his mouth.

“uh, yeah.” michelle stood up, cheeks flaring. “are we doing the pet name thing?”

“i guess so,” peter said shrugging. “unless you don’t want to,” he quickly added.

michelle brushed him off and held an arm out for him. “shall we? babe?”

he hooked his arm with hers. “we shall, darling.”

they walked out the door arm in arm as harry yelled, “be safe kids!”

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was walking arm in arm with him to a party ready to piss off a prick by pretending to be his girlfriend.

the party was, in what mj assumed was, brad’s apartment on campus. it was fancy; way more than mj could ever afford. when they opened the door, they were met with obnoxious music and last minute christmas decorations strewn around. mj wasn’t even sure this was a christmas party. just a party that happened to be taking place at christmas time. this alone made michelle dislike brad even more.

speak of the devil, as if her thoughts summoned him, a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair walked through a sea a people towards them. michelle knew without a doubt that this was brad. she had never met him before, but judging from the confidence so clearly exuded, and the natural douchebag aura he had going for him, she knew this was the guy and so she instinctively wrapped her arm around peter’s waist and chalked up his sharp intake of breath as surprise and not because it was her specifically.

brad greeted peter with a booming, “porker! glad you could make it!” michelle let out an audible groan. great, she thought bitterly, another flash. brad turned his head to her as if just noticing her for the first time. he eyed her skeptically. “wait, are you peter’s girlfriend?”

mj had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. “i am nobody’s anything. peter is my boyfriend.” next to her, michelle saw peter nod along.

brad let out a douchebag laugh that mj was all too familiar with thanks to the four years she spent with flash. “peter was right. you are...feisty.”

michelle’s eyebrow cocked. she isn’t sure how peter sees her, but she is sure that ‘feisty’ is not a word he would to describe her. unless he wanted a punch to the gut.

peter groaned. “i never said that. i said she was her own person.”

“yeah, whatever porker.” brad clapped a hand on peter’s shoulder. “enjoy the party. and merry christmas!”

when he walked away, michelle turned to peter. “i despise him.”

peter chuckled. “join the club. come on,” he took her hand and mj felt sparks shoot up her arm, “let me introduce to my friends.”

“oh, i didn’t know ned was here,” she joked.

“i have other friends, em.”

“sure.”

he led her away to a group of people sitting on a couch. there, she met gwen stacy, felicity hardy and eddie brock. it made sense for peter to have a small group of friends and they were nice. mj liked them.

felicity stood up and offered to get them snacks and she looked at mj with a pointed finger. “vegetarian, right?”

surprised that she knew that, michelle nodded. “yeah...”

felicity sent a wink to peter who was blushing furiously when mj turned to him before heading to the kitchen. he wouldn’t meet her gaze, which michelle found strange. felicity came back with a bowl of chips and the group swapped all the crazy college stories they knew.

at some point, michelle stood up to get a drink and peter decided to join her. they stood leaning against the kitchen counter, each with a beer in hand.

“cheers,” peter said nervously scratching his neck. mj clinked her bottle with his.

“cheers.”

they drank holding hands and facing each other, so whenever someone looked over at them, they looked couple-y. it was peter’s idea.

“can i ask,” michelle asked, taking a sip of her beer, “how did felicity know i was a vegetarian?”

“uh, i may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“why would my diet have come up in a conversation?”

peter groaned loudly. “fine, i talk about you to my friends, no big deal.”

it was a big deal. to michelle at least, because, well, what was peter saying to his friends?

they fell into a comfortable silence after that.

when brad walked passed them, slapping peter’s back, peter cleared his throat and looked at mj. “hey, uh, thanks again for doing this.”

michelle waved him off. “of course. and between you and i, i kind of enjoy having you as a boyfriend. even if it is just for show.”

mj was not a lightweight. she could handle her liquor just fine. but this was nearing her third bottle and the filter between her brain and the rest of her body was slowly disappearing. there was no way she would say any of these things sober. ever.

peter’s eyes widened. “really?” mj nodded. he took a breath. “how drunk are you right now?”

it took her a moment before she responded. “big drunk.”

he stifled a laugh at her. “you gonna remember any of this?”

“i always do.”

he nodded with a smile. “well then, can i tell you something?” mj hummed an affirmative. “i really enjoy being your boyfriend. and i don’t want it to only be for show.”

michelle’s eyebrows furrow deeply. “i...i’m too drunk to respond properly.”

“that’s fine. you can give me one tomorrow when you’re sober.”

the rest of the night, michelle was uncharacteristically quiet. she was deep in thought mulling over what peter meant. by the time peter had called a taxi for them, she had already sobered up a bit. meaning she had thrown up in brad’s potted plant.

peter and mj were standing outside the house in the snow waiting for the car. after thinking it over and debating the pros and cons in her head, mj decided that if peter got to be cryptic and shit, so did she.

“peter,” she called out. he turned to face her, nose tinged red from the cold. “i have something to tell you. the only reason i agreed to be your girlfriend for tonight was because i am madly in love with you and you could literally ask me to do anything and i would. in a heartbeat. i also kind of wanted to see what it would be like to be your girlfriend for a little while.”

letting out a breath, mj realised she was not as sober as she thought she was. becuase that? that was not cryptic at all.

peter was staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, with his lips slightly parted and eyes wide.

“shit,” mj murmured. “that wasn’t supposed to be so direct and—shit. ignore me, please. you can turn around and pretend i never said anything and—”

michelle didn’t notice peter walking towards her until his lips were on her cheek. her eyes immediately fluttered shut and her heart raced beneath her ribcage. it was freezing outside, but mj swore she felt heat spread through her body all the way to her toes. peter’s kiss lingered and mj had to fight a groan of frustration when he finally pulled away.

his face was beet red and he had this doe eyed look to him. softly, he said, “we’re under the mistletoe.” michelle looked up and he was right. over the doorway was a piece of mistletoe hanging. “and,” he began, still as close as he was when he kissed her, “i just really wanted to do that.”

michelle inhaled sharply. “well, are you gonna do it again?”

he did. again and again. as if he was making up for the times when he did not.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting on his couch with his head in her lap and her hand in his hair. she knew this because this was not the first time they had ended up like this and knew it wouldn’t be the last.

also the fact that peter was undeniably in love with her wasn’t hurting anything.

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #spideychelle #michelle jones x peter parker #michelle jones #peter parker #brad davis #ned leeds #college!spideychelle #college!au #fake dating #christmas #spiderman #spiderman: far from home #spiderman: hoco #marvel #mcu #avengers