Wrong Picture Pt. 2
Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle “MJ” Jones
Fandom: The MCU
Summary: When Peter finally gets to the library, more secrets get revealed
Warning: Reader is nervous, so is Peter, but MJ is pretty calm. Fluff, some mentions of pining, little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it?
A/N: Once again, there’s a text conversation at the bottom of the fic! Click on it for better resolution
“I’m here! I’m here, what did I…miss?”
Peter stopped when he finally made it to their table at the library. Y/N and MJ were sitting across from one another, Y/N had her face in her hands and MJ was simply looking at her.
“Everything okay?” Peter asked, and Y/N abruptly looked up at him.
“No! No, not really!” She said, clearly quite upset. “I mean how are you so calm right now? Your girlfriend literally just kissed someone else!”
“Oh, you actually did it?” Peter asked, looking at MJ.
“Of course I did, I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity.” She shrugged.
“Oh my god.” Y/N said, placing her head back in her hands.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” Peter said, sitting down next to her at the table. “This didn’t exactly pan out how we were hoping.”
“No shit, Parker.” MJ mumbled, and Peter shot her a look and Y/N looked back at him.
“What do you mean hoping?” She asked, looking at him suspiciously.
“We’ve kinda been wanting to ask you out for a while now.” He replied nervously. “We thought we might do it today, but someone,” Peter looked at MJ with a pointed look. “-got ahead of themselves.”
“Do you blame me?” MJ retorted.
“Wait, wait, wait, pause.” Y/N said. “You’ve been wanting to what?”
“Ask you out.” MJ said plainly. “Both of us. Like all three of us on a date.”
“Oh my god.” Y/N said, leaning back in her chair.
“I know this is pretty sudden- okay a lot sudden, but I mean, we could give it a chance?” Peter said. “Only if you want to, of course, but-”
“Pete, slow down.” MJ said, placing a hand on her boyfriend's arm.
“No, sorry, I’m just so amazed.” Y/N said, chuckling. “I’ve been pining over both of you for months now.”
“Wait, seriously?” Peter asked.
“Yeah!”
“Is that why you’ve been spacey lately?” MJ asked, and Y/N nodded.
“Yeah, little bit.” She said. “I mean, do you know how daunting it is to be crushing on both people in a relationship?”
“Yeah, doesn't sound amazing.” Peter said.
“It’s not.” Y/N agreed.
“But I guess I won’t have to worry about that now, huh?” She continued after a pause, a smile on her face.
Peter perked up at her words, and MJ smiled.
“Wait, so you’ll do it?” Peter asked. “You wanna go out with us?”
“I thought you were supposed to be smart, how could you have gathered anything else from that?” MJ asked him.
“I just wanna make sure.” Peter defended himself, and Y/N smiled.
“Will this help reassure you?” She asked, and leaned forward, placing a kiss to his lips.
When they pulled away, Peter cheeks had turned bright pink, making both Y/N and MJ laugh.
“Yeah, that definitely helped.”
“How mad do you think Ned will be if we don’t do any work?” MJ asked. “Because I really wanna ditch right now, but that means Ned won’t get any of those history notes he asked for.”
Y/N glanced at the books and papers she’s already laid out on the table, before looking at MJ and Peter with a smile.
“Fuck it.”
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you got me hanging from the ceiling | spideychelle → [3]
pairing: peter parker x mj (ft. ned x betty)
rating: pg-15
genre: fluff + humor + crack + smidgens of angst sprinkled here and there + canon divergent after spider-man: homecoming
summary: MJ drags the chair opposite them—she’s never sat so close to their seats—and leans forward. Her eyes turn to slits. “Thought you’d lost it?”
Peter’s breathing sort of speeds up, sweat breaking on his forehead, and, dear God, what the hell is wrong with him, Ned’ll have a field day if he gets anything on his phone, and he’d be right, because, what the hell is wrong with him, it’s just MJ!
Maybe he’s just scared.
Or, Peter Parker is slowly falling for MJ, while MJ seems to be slowly falling for Spider-Man. But, wait—it’s the same thing.
Is it really, though?
note: secondhand embarrassment in this one is crazy, i am sO sorry (':
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series → 1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
“Harry Potter marathon at yours, later, then?” Ned's mumble fills the mask, and Peter grumbles at Karen to lower the volume.
“Oops, I'm sorry, Peter,” the robotic voice retorts. “Volume lowered to seventy percent.”
“Whoa—who was that? Are—oh my God, are you with MJ?”
“You're too sleepy to function, Ned,” Peter laughs. “That was just Karen.”
“Who? Kar—oh. Wait, are you patrolling, right now? Dude it's six am! School's in two hours!”
Peter breathes out. “No, I'm not patrolling. Just reviewing the recordings from past few nights.”
Aunt May is moving around in the living room, and she'll probably yell at Peter if she finds him awake so early after he'd slept at two, last night, for the third consecutive night, this week. Peter really needs to end the call before that happens. But Ned's been unwell, and Peter needed to know if he'd come to school, today.
“It's too early, Pete. You really are overworking yourself.” Ned sounds much more awake now.
Peter softly smiles at Ned's concern. Ned Leeds really is the best bro. “It's okay, Ned. I took a nap after school, yesterday.”
“So… are you gonna go to decathlon practice, today?”
Peter hums. “I'm planning to.”
“Yeah you better.” There's way too much humor in Ned's voice, and Peter mentally braces himself, because he's ninety-three percent sure he isn't gonna like what Ned's about to say next. “After all, there's only so many excuses MJ can make before exposing her concern for you, right?”
Peter groans aloud. “I'll see you later, Ned. Take your medicines, bye.”
“What's all the ruckus? Peter, are you—Peter!”
Peter whips the mask off, pursed lips and guilty eyes trained at Aunt May's irritated face in the doorway. “Good morning, May.”
“Peter it's barely six thirty! Why are you up so early, with—with the mask and—and—” She cuts herself off, making vague gestures that go over Peter's head.
“Ned's not coming to school, today, he's caught a stomach bug.” He hopes to distract her, and mentally does a victory dance when her eyes immediately widen.
“What? Oh, poor boy. Why, did he eat something odd?”
Peter shrugs a shoulder. “A celery sandwich?”
Aunt May rolls her eyes fondly. “Only Ned Leeds would catch a stomach infection from healthy food.”
She silently retreats from the room, seemingly forgetting about the reason why she'd barged in, in the first place.
Grinning to himself, Peter decides to catch a small nap before he has to get ready for school.
MJ is missing from homeroom.
Peter wonders why he notices.
MJ had a detention during homeroom.
Peter chokes on air when she casually drops the fact on him when he's fiddling with the things in his locker. He laughs, but it's forced.
It's just so damn awkward between them, without Ned to—well, make things more awkward? Yes, because that is exactly what Ned does, but still. Ned is like. A buffer. Peter feels so much more comfortable when he's by Peter's side while interacting with MJ.
Peter's brain is a mess when she wordlessly walks with him to chemistry.
He clears his throat seven times in the two minutes and eleven seconds it takes for them to get to class.
He doesn't know what to say to her. And, unsurprisingly, the humongously awkward silence doesn't seem to faze MJ even a miniscule bit.
Peter almost walks into the wall instead of the doorway.
MJ is missing from lunchroom, too.
Peter believes he notices because she's been dropping by his and Ned's lunch table every single day, for more than a year now, and he's just gotten used to it.
Betty Brant gets to MJ before MJ gets to the podium for AcaDec practice. Peter observes the exchange with interest.
“Hey! Are you okay, MJ?”
MJ looks confused for a moment, eyelids fluttering for a second, and then her eyebrows slowly climb up her forehead. “Yeah, I'm good, Betty. Thanks?”
Betty looks flustered at first, but then gives MJ a huge smile. “No, I meant your health. You were unwell yesterday, right? That's why you cancelled practice? Mister Harrington told us you'd come down with sore throat. Which made me think…you could've given me the flashcards! I would've been more than happy to help!”
MJ is grimacing and trying to lean away from Betty's grasp on her upper arms by the time the blonde stops talking.
Peter's eyebrows are raised.
She actually gave an excuse of being unwell, yesterday?
His heart thunders loudly in his ears, and he almost misses it when MJ dramatically coughs and hands Betty the flashcards, claiming that she's unwell today, too, and needs to rest her throat.
Embarrassingly, his cheeks start to feel warm when she walks toward the seats. Peter trains his gaze on the pencil in his hand, shoulders slightly relaxing when she sits two rows away.
Peter glances at her after counting to ten in his head, as slowly as he can.
She's bent over her sketchbook. Peter looks around the room, wondering whom she could be finding to be in crisis at the moment.
When he looks back, she's holding her sketch up for him to see. His eyes widen, sweat suddenly beading on his forehead. He thought he was being sneaky! Was she observing him all this time?
But she gives him a flat stare, obviously expecting him to stop gaping at her face and look at the sketch she's showing him. He gulps.
Peter squints at the paper, willing himself to actually see and interpret the person she's portrayed to be in crisis today.
He can barely contain the laughter that threatens to burst out of him.
She's drawn herself.
“Hey, Parker!”
Peter's eyes widen and he freezes on his way out of the parking lot. He stays jammed in his place, not even able to turn around to look at MJ even when he can hear her walking up to him and can sense her presence eight inches from his back.
“Parker?”
He springs into motion, twisting in place to look at the girl with his eyes still blown wide. “Hi.”
MJ's look of confusion melts into amusement. “Hello. Are you…okay?”
Peter nods about thirty-eight times in ten seconds, and then tries to smile. “Ye–yeah. Why?”
“Well…for one, you looked petrified. And Leeds was missing today, too, so you could be having a panic attack and no one would know.” She squints at him in that characteristic way of hers. “Which brings me to the reason I stopped you. Where's Leeds?”
Peter purses his lips, jutting a thumb in the direction that holds the way to Ned's house. “Home. He's, uh, unwell.”
“Huh.” MJ nods, still looking at Peter as if he's a specimen under the slide on a microscope. “Can I have his number? There's something I wanted to talk to him about.”
Peter chokes on an inhale. “What?”
“Leeds’ phone number?”
Peter nods eleven times in three seconds, this time, and extracts his phone to quickly pull Ned's contact up. “There.”
MJ glances at it, quickly looking back and forth between his device and her own to copy the digits down. “Thanks.” She nods, still typing on her phone, and then, without a word, walks off.
Peter is left with his mouth dropped open, his hand still holding his phone, face up.
“Penis! Get outta the way!”
Peter jumps to a side as Flash Thompson whips out of the school in his new car.
His uneven breathing takes a while to settle, and more than just adrenaline is behind it.
Ned noisily sips on the orange juice that May had handed him with a strict glare. “Okay, question: if your guy in the chair's been attending decathlon practices, or skipping school, or, generally, not being the guy in the chair, where're you getting all the intel from?”
“I put trackers on them at the party. That's how I found out that they actually were operating an illegal drug business,” Peter responds, eyes stuck on Neville Longbottom's quivering form as his Boggart takes the shape of Snape.
“Stark's high-tech, undetectable trackers?”
“The one and only.”
Ned hums. “Is everything okay, Peter? You look too wound up to just be worried about some drug dealing idiots.”
Peter's heart warms. What did he ever do to earn a best friend like Ned Leeds? He bites his lip, wondering if he should tell Ned about the exchanges he had with MJ, today. Especially the one that happened after school.
But then he stops, realising that if MJ actually had contacted Ned, he would've questioned where she got his number, and either he would've drawn the obvious conclusion, or MJ would've told him.
“Nope, I'm good. Just a bit sleep deprived, I guess.”
Remus Lupin looks more concerned than Harry at the thought of revealing Harry's Boggart. Peter snatches Ned's juice out of his hands and takes a sip.
“So…”
Peter looks at Ned. “So?”
Ned wiggles his eyebrows, a lewd grin sneaking on his face. “Did you slide your own number in with mine?”
Peter groans loudly, grabbing a throw pillow to stuff his face into. “No, Ned. Why–why would I do that? I don't need to. Or, y'know. Want to. Or…you know. Why would I do that? Why would I do that? You know MJ would kill me without even letting me explain.”
“Explain, huh? And what would you say in explanation?”
Okay, this is it. Ned's been having way too many laughs at his expense. “Well, maybe you could help me. You know, when you decide upon what explanation you'd give Betty when she asks how her celery sandwich worked for you.”
Ned's face instantly turns, and he pinches his lips in a grimace. “Peter, no. This is not fair. That—that thing wasn't even food!”
Peter chuckles to himself, patting Ned's shoulder the way Ned had done his, yesterday, and offers him a bite of the takeout larb he's munching on. Ned makes a face, quickly shaking his head.
“I've spent way too many hours on the toilet today, dude. I'm good with my liquid diet.”
Peter hums in response, his mind unwittingly going back to the one question that'd propped up in his head this afternoon—the one that he pushes to the back of his mind every time it comes up. But it comes up, again.
He sighs, loudly, aware that he's moving too much on the couch, but not caring. Remus Lupin clears the classroom after Harry's Boggart incident.
“Don't you wanna know why she needed my number, at least?”
Peter chokes on his bite of the meat salad, coughing monstrously. Ned literally pours his orange juice down Peter's throat to clear it.
“What the hell, man?” Ned bleats, all high-pitched and exclamatory, and looks at Peter as if he's grown another head.
Peter winces. Well, that was dramatic. But he was caught off-guard by Ned saying the exact words Peter had been trying to avoid! “No–nothing. You just startled me.”
“Startled you? Peter, we've watched these movies fifty thousand times, you know each scene word by word, expression by expression. What were you so immersed in?”
“Uh, thinking?”
“Thinking. About what?”
“The, uh, suspected-drug-dealers?”
“Are you asking me?”
“No?”
“Peter!”
“Okay, fine, fine,” Peter exhales, making a placating gesture with his hand. “Fine, yes. Yes, I really wanna know why MJ needed your number. She said she wanted to ask you something. What was it?”
Bed gives him a downright creepy smirk. “You won't believe it.”
“What? Why?”
“It was about you.”
Press eyes widen, and admittedly, heartbeat kinda jumps. But…maybe he's startled again, right? Yep, definitely. “Me?” He forces a short laugh. “What about—”
“The other you, Peter.” Ned rolls his eyes when Peter's jaw drops open. “She wanted to know some stuff about Spider-Man.”
Peter roughly swallows, nervousness and another—unknown but kinda unpleasant—emotion churning in his stomach. “Oh? What, exactly? And—and what did you say?”
Ned shrugs a careless shoulder. “Point blank asked me if the boy was from our school. I obviously didn't tell her.”
Peter nods, conflicted about how to feel. “And she let it go?”
“Well, obviously not. She won't be MJ if she just let it go.” They both chuckle. “She said she knows you're a fan and that you probably even know the guy. But she feels like you won't tell her. She wanted to bribe me into getting the name from you and giving it to her.”
Peter is too stunned to react. This is way too much, way too fast. “Bribe? Wait, she thinks—wait, wait, me? But I would—why won't I tell—what?”
“She offered me a hamburger. But, thanks to my upset stomach, I easily refused her.”
“Well, thanks to that,” Peter agrees, breathing uneven. “But… she actually believes I know Spider-Man?”
“Peter, why do you sound so shocked? It's not a big deal. You know, because you are Spider-Man?”
Peter clicks his tongue, eyes shutting as his head thumps against the back if the couch. “Please tell me she isn't investigating it. Because if MJ's actually trying to figure out who Spider-Man is, MJ will find out who Spider-Man is.”
Ned shakes his head. “I don't know, man. She might be. But she seemed more inquisitive than suspicious, to be honest. Like…she’s an admirer of Spider-Man and doesn't care who he is, and not someone that simply suspects who he could be.”
Peters shoulders relax at that. “Really?”
“From what I could tell, yeah.”
Peter grins, slowly, thoughtfully looking into his bowl of larb. “So, she's a fan, huh? You think I should pay her a visit, then?”
Ned is giving him a disapproving look. “No, Pete. Spider-Man's not a party trick, remember? And, also. MJ's a friend. Do you really wanna trick her?”
Peter exhales, glumly nodding because Ned's right. “No, you're right. It's just…ah, surprising. And kinda makes me feel like I have something over MJ.”
Ned smiks at him. “Come to think of it, that's exactly how I felt, too.”
The two boys laugh at the absurd revelation, proceeding to spend the rest of the evening finishing the next part of Harry Potter before sleep weighs them down in the middle of the fifth one.
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