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reidingandwriting · 4 years ago

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"Deja Vu"

Word Count: ~2300 words

Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)

A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.

“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.

“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.

“Mind if I steal a bite?’

“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.

“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.

“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.

You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?

“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”

“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”

“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.

“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.” Ned snorted and Peter’s face fell.

“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.

“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.

“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.

“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You��re so annoying, Parker.”

“As annoying as this show?”

“Almost.”

“Then I’m not quite done yet.”

“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.

“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.

Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?

You: A little. Why?

Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna

You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye

Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one

You: You owe me several. Love you

Iron Dad: Love you tons

“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”

“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.

“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”

“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.

“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.

“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”

“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”

“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”

“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.

“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”

“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”

“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”

“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.

“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”

“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.

You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.

“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.

“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.

“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”

“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.

“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”

“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.

“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.

“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”

“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.

“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”

“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.

“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.

“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.

“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.

“I get deja vu when she’s with you…”

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drunk-onsunlight · 4 years ago

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Day #5 of Promptmas

Chapter 5: That took a lot of convincing!

Summary:

Some festive baking with MJ and maybe Peter is seeing MJ on a different light

Read on Ao3

Concept: Baking & Hot Chocolate

Dialogue: “The cookies! They’re burning!”

December 21st

He was dreaming, of that he was sure. Black Cat and MJ were mixed in one image, like they were the same person, and that was totally ridiculous. Yes, MJ did that complicated flip on the ice rink and then he saw Black Cat doing the same flip but on a wall, coincidence. With those two images mixed he went to sleep and woke up at a ringing phone, his phone.

“yeah?” not to formal but whatever, it was too early… probably

“Pete? You ok?” Morgan’s little voice shook him to awakening, she never called if it wasn’t important. She always texted him

“Yeah. I was sleeping. You ok? Are Tony and Pepper fine?”

“We good Pete, don’t worry” oh, so he was on speaker with the Starks

“Oh, ok… so, what’s going on?” He had totally forgot about calling Pepper to clarify that he didn’t have a girlfriend, maybe this was the perfect time

“Is MJ with you?” Morgan’s voice was low and calm, not like her, she was always excited when she asked about MJ. Was everything actually ok?

“Ammm… no? She is sleeping. Why?” He knew she wasn’t awake because he couldn’t hear her on the kitchen, but anyway, this conversation was getting weird

“Can you wake her up?” Definitely weird, Pepper sounded the same as when she made corporative calls.

“Ok. Is everything fine?”

“Yes Peter, trust me. It’s good” Tony’s voice calmed Peter down more. He got out of bed and crossed the hallway that separated him from MJ. He knocked the door twice and waited. His super hearing caught her moving around her bed, cursing softly and getting out of bed to open the door.

“What?” she sounded like she wanted to kill him but he knew better than that, she just needed coffee

“The Starks need us” Her face was pure confusion, he shrugged to tell her he didn’t know what that was about while putting on the speaker

“Ok, she is with me. You are all on speaker”

“Hi MJ!!!” Morgan shouted enthusiastically

“Hi little one” MJ’s soft voice caught him out of guard, she could be so soft with Morgan and so tough with everyone else

“It’s a pleasure to finally hear your voice Michelle” Tony spoke this time. Peter knew he had told him too much about MJ, mostly creepy and weird stories so he respected (and feared) MJ a lot.

“Mr. Stark, it’s my pleasure. I have heard a lot about you” she sounded so professional. Like when she was speaking to a client

“I think not as much as I have heard from you. Peter never shuts up about you” Oh God, no! Please no. Tony couldn’t be calling just to embarrass him. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them back, he found MJ looking at him with a mocking expression on her face

“They don’t shut about the each other dad, that’s for sure” Morgan’s voice ended the moment and made them look at the phone on Peter’s hand like it was speaking on its own

“Morgan, what are you doing?” Peter spoke a little rough to his phone

“Oh, Pete. It’s not a secret anymore. We know you guys are dating!” Pepper spoke enthusiastically

“What?” MJ wasn’t looking at Peter, she had her eyes glued to the phone

“Morgan told us you guys wanted to keep it down but it’s actually good news for everyone!” Morgan did what? He was going to kill her little sister

“Yes! Peter, you already told my dad about MJ a long time ago, he told my mom and I told them what I know about both of you”

“And it was kind of obvious Peter”

“What?” Peter was more confused by the second

“Your feelings for MJ” Pepper and Tony spoke at unison and Peter wanted to hide forever and never look at MJ in the eyes.

“And it’s obvious MJ had a thing for you too, Peter. It was bound to happen. You can both stop pretending” MJ looked dumbfounded

“Now that we all know what’s going on, you are both invited to our Christmas family reunion. It starts tomorrow and you can all go back home in time to go back to college” Pepper spoke like she had the last word and wasn’t hearing a no for an answer

“Yeah. Why not?” MJ’s voice sounded so sure that Peter turned his head so fast he felt the world move around him

“What are you doing?” Peter whispered to MJ so the Starks couldn’t hear him

“What? Scared you can’t resist my charm for a few days, loser?” MJ whispered to him and he had a flashback of gloved hands touching him and soft whispers in his ear from last night

“Ok! Perfect! No need to bring food or something like that, just the presents you already bought. We are inviting Ned and Betty too by the way. See you tomorrow” Tony ended the call without giving them the chance to say their goodbyes

“Now I want to bake some cookies for tomorrow. Do you think Morgan will like that? Maybe we can decorate them there with some frosting” MJ was moving around the apartment like nothing happened, just a normal reunion with friends or something like that, which wasn’t the case

“MJ?”

“Where are the cutters for the cookies?” She was still rambling about the cookies while he tried not to freak out to much about the whole situation

“Michelle!” She stopped looking for whatever she needed and looked at him

“Peter”

“What the hell just happened?”

“I was trying to find the cutters, the rolling pin and a bowl for the Christmas cookies. You wanna help?” She had an innocent face which he knew was nothing but innocent

“You know that we are going tomorrow to that reunion as?”

“Yes, Peter. I heard them”

“And you say yes” She narrowed her eyes at him, he could see the Michelle he knew from high school right in front of him. Observing him like he was a phenomenon

“So? You don’t want to go?” if he didn’t managed the conversation properly this could end in a massive disaster

“It’s not that, I would love to go but why you didn’t tell them we are not together, as a couple, I mean” Her face was expressionless now. That worried him, he always found a way to read her

“Peter, believe me, it’s the best way to show them we are actually not together. Stark has an idea we are together because you never shut up about me but I guess it’s because you never shut up about anything and we are friends that live together. And the other person you talk about nonstop is Ned. Now, probably Stark told something to Pepper and she also thinks we are dating or something. And then we have Morgan who knows we are not dating but she, anyway, gave them even more information of how we are "dating". It’s the perfect opportunity”

“I’m not putting two and two together here” MJ rolled her eyes and placed a hand over the counter

“I don’t want to go to my family reunion since there’s gonna be a lot of people I don’t want to see and pretending to be you girlfriend sound ten times better than getting comments all night of “why are you still single?” or "so, Michelle. Why you decided to stay in Queens when you can totally afford an apartment soemwhere else. Are you a lawyer?" that I really don’t like to hear. And I bet you get those same comments since you haven’t dated anyone in a few years, except the thing of the apartment but you know what I mean” Peter wasn’t so sure about them pretending to date but he wasn’t going to admit that he did get those comments from Tony, May and even Happy

“So we are going to pretend to date for this reunion to save the comments from everyone and then what. Or we are going like us and prove them we are not together?” were they supposed to have a terrible break up or something? He didn’t want to fight with MJ, pretended or not

“You can tell them we broke up because we saw that we get along better as friends so we can still live together. If that actually ends up happening we can always pretend we hate each other”

“Wow. You can lie with such ease”

“We are not lying. We still friends, right?” He just shook his head affirmatively and MJ went back to her preparations for the cookies.

Peter sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. He changed the channels not looking at what they had on, he just needed something to do while his anxiety was making him think about everything that was coming up. Was faking a relationship with MJ really that easy? Was everyone going to believe that they actually were dating or discover the lie? And what about Morgan? She knew they weren’t together and what if the plan was to show everyone they weren't together? How do you do that?

“Are you that actually paying attention to those infomercials?” MJ was sitting next to him and he haven’t noticed

“How are the cookies going?” of course he wasn’t paying attention to whatever was on TV. They could be saying that Peter Parker is Spider-Man and he wouldn’t even know.

“Pretty good, just put them in the oven”

“So you are actually taking the cookies with the Starks tomorrow? I know you have your opinion on Tony and what Stark Industries did so you don’t have to go or even make the cookies, we can eat them here” this is it. This was her way out of the fake relationship if she wanted

“I know but if you actually like the guy there’s got to be something good you see in him. You always do that”

“He found a way of doing good things for everyone. He may look like he is selfish but he’s actually very generous. He cares about others, too much” the infomercials on the TV were long forgotten

“Like you. You care too much about everything and everyone. May, Ned, Betty, the Starks, even The Bugle”

“And you. I care about you too” he looked at MJ, her curls where on a messy bun at the top of her head, she was wearing a white top, jeans and converse. When she turned her face to see him, he realized there was no need for make-up on her, she looked beautiful. All his observations were on a very friendly way, of course.

“The cookies! They’re burning!” She jumped from the couch to the kitchen and opened the oven. He moved next to her and saw the cookies on a perfect golden. He could see Christmas trees, something he assumed was Santa, some snowmen and snowflakes. Probably snowflakes, he didn’t have a clue

“Were they burning? I like that golden color” he was sure the cookies were perfectly fine, why MJ had ran to the kitchen like the oven was on fire?

“Yeah… Ammm… the timer… I didn’t set the timer… they can burn really fast” she was stumbling over her words. Didn’t sound like normal MJ, she was a little flushed even. Maybe because she had run to the kitchen, who knows

“I’m gonna place them somewhere when they can cool down for tomorrow”

Tomorrow, yeah. The Stark reunion, where they were going to pretend a relationship to save the comments of being single from their respective families or convicethem all they were just friends. All his worries were back just with those single words. And they were staying there for a few days so maybe he should pack some clothes or something

The phone on his pocket told him he got a new message on the group chat he had with Ned, Betty and MJ

Betty: OMG! We r going 2 Stark’s 2morrow!! Can’t wait to see u all!

MJ: Betty, we saw each other like two days ago

Betty: Ik. But we still have a lot to talk ‘bout apparently Michelle Jones

Ned: Yes. We need to have a serious talk too, you fake friend @Peter!

He was in a lot of trouble if Ned and Betty knew about the “relationship” he had with MJ, relationship that wasn't even a thing. Maybe they could get there as friends and everybody would believe them they are just friends

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #petermj #peter parker mcu #michelle jones mcu #ned leeds #betty brant #morgan stark #tony stark #pepper pots #pepperony

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supersickies · 4 years ago

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Summary: “It went without saying that getting bitten by a radioactive spider had its perks.

But apparently a cure for the common cold wasn’t one of them.”

College final exam season leaves Peter sick with a nasty cold, and on his wonderful girlfriend Michelle's first day of her summer internship too. Now it's up to mama Pepper and little sis Morgan to nurse their favorite spiderling back to health.

A/N: This was intended to be a little drabble based on a post I saw (I can’t find it for the life of me but once I do I’ll reblog it asap) but it ended up being a 5k+ fic of sweet sick Peter and his mess of a family. I couldn’t help it I love them all too much. You can read it on Ao3 or under the cut! Whatever what works for you!

Spider-Man can, in fact, catch a cold. This was something that Peter was surprised, yet annoyed to discover. Before the bite, Peter was a sickly, asthmatic, all around fragile kid, and while it wasn’t something that he was exactly confident about he never let it crush his spirit. However, that didn’t mean that as soon as the spider bite rid his body of all his past ailments Peter wasn’t overjoyed. He could finally run a mile without having to stop a quarter of the way through or eat a PB&J without having to instantly call an ambulance. It went without saying that getting bitten by a radioactive spider had its perks.

But apparently a cure for the common cold wasn’t one of them.

He and Mr. Stark discovered this about a year after he was bitten when he had come down with a nasty case of bronchitis that had him hacking all over the compound for four days. Since then Peter was bound to catch a bug here and there, much like he used to before the bite just less severe. It was harder for him to catch things as well, his immune system was usually a force to be reckoned with, unless for any reason Peter was not at “peak Spidey performance” as Mr. Stark would say.

Which leads us to now, a mere 24 hours after the last final exam of his junior year at Columbia, Peter was laid in bed suffering through what he would consider the nastiest cold he’d ever had.

It was barely after sunrise, the clock reading a taunting 5:30, and Peter doing everything he could not to sneeze. With deep, even, wheezy, breaths, the spider-boy was using all his strength to keep the sneeze at bay for one reason. MJ. His lovely, wonderful, amazing Michelle who was starting her first day of her summer internship at nine and would massacre Peter if he woke her up before her alarm. The girl loved her sleep, and Peter would be damned if he deprived her of it.

Think of anything else Peter, literally anything. Remember that big biker guy you helped on patrol the other week? He was pretty nice…oh god it iiihhtches…no, enough Peter, biker guy. Right he had that cool jacket with the patches, I bet I could pull off a leather jacket. Maybe put a spidey patch on the back? Fun…cool…really gotta sneeze. Ugh, FUCK! Okay, okay maybe if you just do that pinch-y sneeze, like Ned and Natasha do…heh imagine Ned knowing he had the same sneeze as Black Widow, he’d flip. Ehh..fuhhhhuck okay thats it, pinch-y sneeze please don’t fail me.

With a shaky hand Peter pinches his nose between his thumb and his forefinger, the motion instantly making his nose tickle more and within seconds Peter was attempting, and failing, to stifle his sneeze.

And it failed hard.

The sneeze was stronger than it seemed and instead of being held back and becoming a noiseless stifle, it came out louder than it should have as it scraped the back of his throat, causing barking coughs to escape as well.

Well everyone, bid him farewell, this will be the day that Peter Parker meets his untimely demise. He instantly feels MJ stir against him with a groan. She was up, oh god sound the alarm she was awake.

“P’ter? That you?” She slurs, sleep lacing her voice.

“Umb, yeah. Sorry embjay I didn’d mbean to sndeeze.” God how he wished his could blow his nose, but he was not going to poke the bear any further.

It was quiet for a moment, Peter knew that he was in danger. MJ was plotting how she was going to murder him and it was only a matter of time before she-

“You feeling okay, baby?” Her angelic voice rings as she turns to face him on the bed. “You sound terrible.”

It was like music to Peter’s ears. He would live to see another day! He was almost shocked, she didn’t even pepper in the classic “loser” nickname. She was concerned. Wait, did he really sound that bad? Should he be concerned?

Peter clears his throat before responding. “I-I thingk I’mb combing down with sombthing. I’mb sorry I’ll try to be quieter.” A wet sniffle concludes his sentence. Damn it he really wants a tissue.

Almost as if MJ could read minds, she places a soft white Kleenex into his hand. “Blow your nose, Pete. I’m gonna go get the humidifier, you’re way too congested.”

“O-Oh, okay. Thangk you Emmby.” He uses her absence to sit up a little and expel the nasty gunk from his sinuses. He still can’t completely breathe, but it’s better than it was before. MJ comes back into the room moments later, carrying the chunky machine. The water inside of it sloshes a bit as she set’s it on Peter’s bedside table but as soon as she plugs it into the wall, a warm soft mist starts flowing from its lid. Peter can’t tell a difference now, but he knows it’ll make a difference the longer it runs.

Satisfied with how the humidifier is working, Michelle sits beside Peter on the bed and looks at him quizzically. “How’d you get so sick?” She questions, her fingertips reaching to brush Peter’s bed head away from his eyes. His forehead moderately warm, but it doesn’t feel like anything that provokes worry.

He hums at her soft touch but shrugs his shoulders at her question. “Don’t kdnow,” He presses the tissue to his nose as it starts running, the humidifier must be working. “I felt fidne yesterday. Mbaybe kinda tired but ndot sick.”

“You know what it probably is?” Michelle says. “All those nights up late studying, not to mention all that trash food you ate-“

“What is this, mbake fun of your poor sick boyfriend day?” He gives a wet coughs for emphasis, and because he really needed to cough.

“Sorry sicky,” She giggled. “what I’m saying is that you had a long hard week and you weren’t exactly taking the best care of yourself. No shame in it, I mean, it happens to everyone but I think your body is so used to you eating well and exercising often that as soon as you stopped your immune system freaked out.

Clearing his throat, Peter nods. “I guess that mbakes sense.” He looks down with a sigh, thinking of all the things he was scheduled to do today. “I better call Todny and tell him I can’t combe in to the lab.” He sighs and reaches for his phone but MJ intercepts.

“First you’re going to go back to sleep until a reasonable hour. It’s almost 6 a.m. Parker, and my alarm goes off at 8, so I’d like a few more hours of rest.” She jabs, pulling the covers up to his chin and kissing him softly on the cheek. “And you definitely need the beauty sleep.”

Peter chuckles at that, which only lead to more hacking coughs. MJ softly pats his back until the coughs subside. With a tsk she tucks him into bed once more before rounding the bed to lay back down on her side. “Rest, I’ll let you know when I’m about to head to work.”

With his eyes closed and his breathing only slightly less congested, thank you humidifier, he smiles contently. “Thank you Emmby, love you.”

“Love you too, snotty.”

Peter wakes again to a kiss on the forehead and the scent of strong perfume making his nose tickle. Before he even opens his eyes, he curls in on himself and muffles three sneezes into his pillow. Ugh, gross. He opens his bleary eyes to see MJ smoothing out her work outfit in their full length mirror. She looks amazing as usual, Peter notes, but her perfume is strong. Or maybe he’s just way too sensitive, a super cold and super senses probably don’t mix well. Without warning, two more sneezes barrel out and he barely has time to cover them. With a groan he sniffles thickly and reaches for the tissue box conveniently placed on his bedside table. He get a warm and fuzzy feeling as he realizes MJ had put them there for him, as they weren't there when he had woken up earlier. It’s the little things. He blows his nose, which get’s MJ’s attention.

She glances over to him with a smile. “Good morning, again.”

“Good mbornding, you look ambazindg.” He rasps, a goofy smile painting his face.

MJ breathes out a laugh at her dopey boyfriend. “Thank you, dork. How’re you feeling?”

He snuggles deeper into the bed, closing his eyes again and coughing weakly. “Call a physiciand,” Peter jokes in a congested and bad British accent. He throws a hand over his forehead for good measure. “I believe it mbay be the plague.”

MJ snorts a laugh at her boy’s dramatics. “Okay, you sickly child king.”

Her heels clack against the hardwood floor of the bedroom as she steps over to where he lies in their bed. As she sits on the bed, her soft hand cups his forehead and then his cheek. “You’re soft.” He mumbles, leaning into her touch.

“And you are running a bit of a fever.” She rubs her thumb sweetly over his cheek before standing back up. She tells him to sit tight and goes to the bathroom to grab a digital thermometer. She returns to find him dozing so she gently brushes his hair back to get his attention. He lifts his eyes to see the thermometer in her hand and opens his mouth just wide enough that she can slip the device under his tongue. “Give that a minute.”

MJ walks out of the room a moment later and Peter hears running water from the kitchen. The thermometer beeps right before she reenters, ice water with a straw in hand. Peter didn’t realize until he saw it just how thirsty he was. He stares at her lovingly as she takes the thermometer from between his lips. “Are you a mbind reader?” He asks, only semi-joking as he sits up slightly to sip the water.

Michelle scoffs lightly. “You bet your ass I am.” She jokes looking down at the medical tool. “Hm, 100.8. Not horrendous but I don’t love it.” Once again she’s gone, this time to the bathroom where Peter hears more water running, making him want to take another sip of his water. He sighs as the cool drink soothes his dry throat. MJ strides back to the bed with a damp face towel folded in half. When she starts to dab Peter’s forehead with the cool cloth he can’t help the shuddering sigh that escapes him. She stops. “You alright?”

Her boyfriend just nods, opening his eyes to look up at her with a small smile. “Feels good. Cold.” He explains. She smiles back at him, taking the cup of water from his hands so he can lay back down. She continues to wipe his brow with the towel and doesn’t stop until a snore leaves his mouth. MJ can’t help the giggle that bubbles up, but to be fair she’s never heard Peter snore before and right now he was quite a sight to see. His hair was sticking up at all angles, even in his reclined position, his nose nearing a shade of bright red, and his mouth open just wide enough that the tiny snores were heard.

She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture to send to Tony.

MJ:

your favorite little mentee won’t be in today…Spidey caught the sniffles : /

Old Man Stark:

Wow he looks rough, you have your internship today?

MJ:

yep first day

dont wanna leave him like this tho

Old Man Stark:

Don’t stress, this is a big day for you. I have meetings all day but Pep would be more than happy to stop by and make sure all is well.

Morgan too

She’s in her “wanting to be a doctor” phase

MJ:

you trying to say she cant be a doctor, stark?

Old Man Stark:

Good lord of course not

The kid is smarter than me and she’s barely 11

I’m just saying wasn’t there a point in your life when you wanted to be a doctor too?

MJ:

yeah of course

Old Man Stark:

And you’re now getting a degree in…?

MJ:

journalism

Old Man Stark:

so…

MJ:

i could be a doctor if i wanted to

Old Man Stark:

I know

And thats why you terrify me

MJ:

>:-)

Old Man Stark:

Go to work!

Let us take care of Peter and we’ll keep you updated as you break into the great big world of being a working adult.

MJ:

:P thanks T-Star

Old Man Stark:

Don’t call me T-Star.

Michelle pockets her phone and grabs her computer bag that’s packed and ready in the living room. Quickly she takes out a stray piece of paper and jots down a quick note for her boy just incase he wakes up alone.

Petey,

Had to get to the office (wish me luck lol) but Pepper and Morgan should be by soon. Please don’t die while I’m gone. I’ll be pissed if you do that. Wash your hands, blow your nose, and don’t leave used tissues on the bed that’s gross. Love you. Feel better.

-M

Satisfied, she leaves the note under the tissue box, gives him one last kiss on the forehead, and makes her way out the door. But not before sending Morgan that goofy picture of Peter.

MJ:

here

use this as blackmail

tell him you’ll post it on insta next time he says he won’t take you to mcdonalds

Mo Mo Stark:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Peter wakes to his front door closing and whispering coming from the living room. He panics for a moment before realizing that the voices belonged to Pepper and Morgan. As the fan blows above him, he hears a piece of paper flutter next to him. With a shaky hand he grabs it and reads over the note that MJ had left for him. He cant help but blush, just at the thought of his girlfriend. He wonders how her first day is going. He misses her a lot. Then he realizes his fever must of gone up, as he definitely wasn’t this emotionally fragile when he had gone to sleep.

With a yawn, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed and grabs the quilt at the end and wraps it around his around his shoulders. With a huff he slides off the bed and makes his way to the living room. He finds Pepper setting grocery bags down on the kitchen island and Morgan already situated in front of the TV, some YouTube vlog video playing over the speakers.

“Morgan Hope, turn that down before you wake your broth-“ Pepper stops when she notices Peter standing in the doorway. “Oh, afternoon sweetheart! Did Morgan wake you? I’m so sorry I told her to quiet down-“

“Pep, it’s okay, I actually woke up whend you guys walked ind.” He rasps, congestion still heavy in his horse voice.

“Oh honey you sound awful, come on now, on the couch. You shouldn’t be up.” Pepper says, guiding him with a hand on his back to the couch. Morgan scoots a bit to make room for her big brother.

“Hi, Dr. Mborgand, you brindg any of the good drugs today?” Peter jokes, making the girl roll her eyes.

“Mom, Peter says he on drugs. He needs to detox stat. Get me an IV with glutathione, vitamin C, and vitamin B.” The youngest Stark states.

Her mother sighs as she returns to the kitchen. “Alright, that’s enough Discovery Life for you. Why can’t you just watch Disney Channel like a normal eleven year old.” Pepper mumbles as she starts taking items out of the grocery bags.

Peter and Morgan just giggle, which leads to a coughing fit from Peter. Morgan’s tiny hand pats his back as he hacks into his elbow, he murmurs an apology as the coughs taper off.

“You need to lay down Petey, and you need tissues.” Morgan articulates as she stands and looks around the apartment.

Clearing his throat, Peter points to the bedroom. “There should be sombe tissues by mby bed…if you could grab those that’d be ndice.”

Morgan nods confidently and makes her way to the bedroom. Seconds later she reemerges with the tissue box in hand and places them in the crook of Peter’s arm.

“Thangk you doctor.” Peter smiles, causing Morgan to smile in return.

“You’re welcome!” The girl returns to her spot on the couch and presses play on the video she was watching. It was vlog about makeup, Peter assumed, as the YouTuber was covered in a very impressive, glossy, look and was showing off makeup pallettes. Peter watches as the video cuts and suddenly the makeup artist is bare faced and begins to work on the look they had previewed in the intro.

Pepper chuckles as she approaches the couch, mug of hot tea with lemon and honey in hand. She hands the cup to Peter, who is drowsily watching the makeup being applied. “You don’t have to watch this you know.” Pepper whispers to him. “This is your apartment and you’re sick, turn on whatever you want.”

Taking a sip of the tea, humming as it soothes his sore-ish throat, Peter shakes his head. “Ndo, this is awesombe, look at how precise he is with the brush. Oh, thangks for the tea…also.” Pepper chuckles more, kissing the boy on the top of the head, and leaving him with Morgan to watch some internet celebrity do a perfect line with their liquid eyeliner.

Pepper had called May in the morning after hearing from Tony that Peter wasn't feeling well, knowing the boys aunt would have all the inside knowledge on how to care for a sick Peter. It wasn’t as if Pepper had never seen Peter sick, though. Since Tony had introduced them to each other way back before Morgan was even a thought, Peter had spent some sick days in the tower, the compound, and even one or two in the lake house. Yes, Pepper had seen a sick Peter Parker in her lifetime, however this was the first time she was his sole caretaker. However, after the quick call to the boy’s aunt, Pepper had a pretty good idea of how to care for the sick Spiderling.

“Oh for a cold?” May had responded. “Simple, grilled cheese and tomato soup for every meal, he’ll probably want to watch Parks and Rec all day, oh and he has Tony’s old MIT hoodie in his closet and he always wears it when he’s not feeling well.”

Pepper smiled at that. When Peter decided to stay in New York for college, for family and spider-y reasons, it was no secret that Tony had been a little disappointed. No, Tony hadn’t done anything special to get Peter into MIT, honestly because he didn’t have too. Peter’s grades and test scores were good enough on their own, but he still would have loved to have seen the kid at his alma mater. When Peter had told him of his college decision, scared out of his mind might he add, Tony just hugged and told him he was proud of him. Tony reassured the kid that where ever he went to school was fine by him and that he’d support him the whole way through. “I am going to need that MIT sweatshirt back” Tony had joked, waiting to be met by a “shut up Tony” or an eye roll, but instead he was met with tears— big fat ones that welled up in Peter’s eyes. Tony was quick to see he had messed up and it took about twenty minutes to reassure the boy that he didn't want the sweatshirt back and that “of course I still love you Peter”. Since then Peter has kept the garment close to him at all times, just incase Tony ever thought about taking it.

Pepper goes to Peter’s closet, instantly spotting the faded maroon hoodie and taking it off of the hanger. Both he and Morgan are still mesmerized by the YouTube video, but they glance up when Pepper walks over again. Peter’s eyes light up at the sight of the hoodie in her hands. He’s close to making grabby hands for it but she hands it to him first. He puts it on and settles back down onto the couch. “Thangk you Pep.”

“Keep it safe, can’t have Tony snatching it.” She jabs as she walks back to the kitchen to start the grilled cheese.

Peter, though thoroughly invested in the new makeup video Morgan put on, can’t help but doze off as the ambient sounds of his apartment lull him to sleep. He hears a shuffling on the couch next to him and opens one of his eyes, seeing Morgan giggling at him. “Can I braid your hair Petey?” She whispers. In true college kid fashion, Peter had let his hair grow out a little bit, and while it wasn’t long enough to braid it all together, Morgan liked to do tiny braids with tufts of his hair for fun.

Turning onto his side away from Morgan, giving her better access to his hair, Peter chuckles at his little sister. “Go for it Mborgie, mbake mbe beautiful.”

With a squeal of delight, the eleven year old Stark pulls tiny hair-ties out of her pocket and gets to work. Peter, who had always loved having his hair played with, lets the braiding put him right to sleep after only a few tiny braids were done.

If Morgan laughed at the snores that came from Peter moments later, she didn't tell him. He did let her braid half his head, anyway.

The rest of the day passes in a sleepy haze for Peter. He remembers waking up a few moments after falling asleep on the couch. Pepper helping him sit up and setting a tray of his favorite sick day meal in his lap. He had to hand it to Pepper, she made a mean grilled cheese soup combo. He finishes the sandwich and about half of the soup before he feels his eyes grow heavy again and the tray is taken from his lap.

“Go back to sleep, hon. Morgan and I are here if you need us.” Pepper reassures the boy, so Peter does.

The next time he wakes was when Morgan and Pepper we’re on their way out. He vaguely remembers sluggishly thanking them for staying with him and Pepper saying something about MJ being home in just a few minutes, but as soon as the apartment door closes Peter was out once more.

The final time he wakes up is to Michelle gently shaking his shoulder, attempting to wake him from his short slumber. His eyes open, but quickly close again as he stretches his whole body, somehow exhausted and sore from his long day of sleeping.

“Emmby, you back?” He asks, not yet opening his eyes again.

He hears her adorable laugh and his heart soars. “Yes, dork, it’s me. Wanna open those pretty eyes for me, Tiger?”

Obviously wanting to see his beautiful girlfriend, he opens his eyes again. MJ looks tired from her first day but extremely happy.

“Was it ambazing? Everythindg you could have hoped for?” He asks, nuzzling closer to her thigh, much like a cat.

She hums an affirmation, bringing her hand up to trace random shapes along his arm. “It was everything and more. Honestly I can see myself working there forever. It was…it was perfect.”

Peter smiles at that. MJ deserved the perfect job and more. “Babe, that fandtastic. I’m so happy for you.” He says horsely but sincerely. He moves closer to her, raising his head a bit to lay it on her lap. With the motion, one of Morgan’s many little braids in his hair make themselves apparent and Michelle can help but burst with laughter.

It causes Peter to jolt up in a sleepy state of panic. “What, what happended?” He asks sitting up slightly, eyes half closed but alert.

She reaches up to ruffle the tiny braids that cover the right side of his head. “What is this? Did Morgan just learn how to fishtail braid because these are honestly kinda good.” She inspects the braids as Peter’s cheeks blush.

He smiles, coughing slightly and gently shaking his head so the braids flop around. That gets another laugh from MJ. “Mby sisters pretty talendted, huh?”

MJ nods, very amused. “An interesting look…but I’ll give it points for creativity.”

As the couple laughs again, Peter brings two fingers up to massage his temple as he feels a dull ache in his head.

“Headache?” Michelle frowns.

“Mhmm,” Peter confirms. “I thingk Mborgan made the braids a little too tight.”

“That’s no good.” MJ sympathizes, lowering her boy’s head back down onto her lap, braid side up so she can work on undoing the little knots. She makes quick work of it and within minutes, Peter’s hair is braid-less and the throbbing in head head dies down. In thanks, Peter snuggles his face closer Michelle’s middle, wrapping his arms around it as well.

“You thingk you can use a vacationd day tomborrow? I mbissed you today.” Peter whines, partly joking but sorta kinda being serious.

“From what I heard, your eyes were open for about thirty minutes today. Too busy sleeping to miss me that much.” MJ giggles at the sniffly boy with his head in her lap. He just shrugs in response, and she can feel his body relaxing and congested breaths evening out. “You going back to sleep on me already, Parker? Not even gonna let me tell you about my day?” She jokes again.

Peter snorts involuntarily as he turns his head to look up at her, eyes glossed with fever and sleepy but apologetic. “I’mb up I’mb up, tell mbe everything.”

She grabs the sides of his face sweetly, slightly squishing his cheeks while she kisses his forehead and then his nose. “I’m kidding, Peter. God your brain must be frying, come on let's go to bed.” She pats his cheek lightly and helps him sit up.

He yawns with his whole body, his hands stretching into the air and his back arching. “But it’s only like six, arend’t you hungry for dinnder?” He coughs into his fists while Michelle takes his other hand, helping him lift off the couch.

“Let me rephrase. You’re going to shower, put new pajamas on, and get in bed while I make us grilled cheeses, your second one today I'm assuming. How does that sound?” MJ asks, leading him to their bathroom.

Peter clears his throat as he sits on the closed toilet. “And…umb…and the tombato soup?”

The shower roars to life as MJ turns the handle. “You think I’d forget the most important part?” She scoffs, feigning hurt. Peter just smiled, the dopey smile he gets when he thinks about how in love he is with this girl. With two more quick forehead kisses she leaves him to shower.

Peter exits the shower feeling refreshed, less stuffy, and hungry once more. Thanks to the shower stream he can faintly smell the toasty cheesy smell from the kitchen and it gives him a nostalgic feeling.

As he grabs pajama pants and the MIT hoodie, Peter thinks of the first time he got sick after going to live with Ben and May. It was the first day of what was considered flu season and the sickly kid had contracted the virus at the drop of a hat. He was miserable the whole day, crying and wallowing in the aches and pains of the illness. The biggest issue, however, was that he refused to eat anything, that is until Ben decided to make himself a grilled cheese for dinner.

The older Parker noticed Peter looking the sandwich with feverish eyes. “Look tasty, bud?” Ben questioned, raising an eyebrow. Little Peter just nodded and Ben smiled, extremely relieved that his nephew was finally going to eat.

Sticking his pointer and middle finger in his mouth, Peter watches as his uncle stands from the couch and starts on another sandwich. “Uncle Ben?” Peter asks in a small voice. Ben looks back over to the kid and nods. “Do you have any of the-the red soup? Mommy always made grilled cheese with red soup.” Peter nearly whispered.

Ben thinks for a minute, not completely sure what the boy meant by red soup, but then it clicks. “Oh! Tomato soup?” He smiles as Peter nods. Ben open the cupboard to him and pulls out a can of tomato soup, flipping it in the air once to see Peter smile. “Tomato soup and grilled cheese coming right up monsieur Parker.” Ben says in a horrible French accent which makes the six year old giggle, as sound that was music to Ben’s ears after all tears. From then on, Peter would only insist on eating that particular meal anytime he had so much as a headache.

The door creaking open as MJ pushes it with her hip brings Peter out of his thoughts. She has the tray of grilled cheeses and soups in her hands and an amused look on her face. “You okay? Need help with something?”

Peter blinks and remembers that he’s sitting in the edge of their bed, in a towel, pajamas in hand. “Oh…no I’mb okay. Just thinking ‘bout stuff.”

MJ sets the tray down on her bedside table. “You already sound less stuffy. Maybe you should sleep in the shower.” She quips, not missing Peter's sweet tiny giggle as she grabs the water tank from the humidifier and takes it to the bathroom with her.

Peter gets dressed and settles into bed. He notices that Pepper has changed the sheets and his heart clinches, nearly overwhelmed by the love he feels from his family. He takes out his phone to text her a thank you but is intercepted by a string of texts from Tony.

Tony Stank:

Morgs is showing me pictures of the wonderful makeover she gave you

Honestly thought you pulled it off really well

…but you need a haircut

Please kiddo let me get you in with my hair guy

You’ll love him

Spider-Tot:

sorry pops but I am fully committing to this college hair thing

mj says she wants me in a man bun by graduation so

cant let my girl down

Tony Stank:

I swear you two are conspiring against me

Oh well

How you feeling bud?

Spider-Tot:

still kinda gross

snotty

but i think my fevers kinda lower

so thats something

tell pep thank you so so much for today

i was barely awake when they left

i feel bad I didn't get to say anything

Tony Stank:

I gotcha Pete don’t worry

If you need more company tomorrow let me know I’m free all day

Spider-Tot:

wdym ill just come in to the lab tomorrow

Tony Stank:

That’s a negative Petey Pie

As your gracious boss i’m giving you the next three days off

I want all this crap out of your system before you’re back in the lab

Spider-Tot:

three days ??

boooo

u stink old man

Tony Stank:

Good lord

You’re the only person I know that complains about getting days off from work

Get a good nights sleep and maybe ill bring you a circuit board to mess with tomorrow

Good enough?

Spider-Tot:

hmmm

fine

Tony Stank:

Good

Now go rest

Don’t bother your girlfriend too much

She complains to me when you do

Spider-Tot:

now I think its you two conspiring against me

night tony

love u

Tony Stank:

Love you too bambino

Michelle returns from the bathroom, makeup off, hair down, and humidifier tank full of water. She sets the tank back in and turns the machine on, steam filling the air. After quickly putting on her own set of pajamas, MJ takes her and Peter’s dinner from the side table and places it on the bed between them. Peter wastes no time digging in, groaning in admiration for the food. He mumbles a thanks with his mouth full and MJ laughs, wiping a bit of soup off of his lip with her thumb.

“You’re welcome, loser.” She teases, beginning to eat her own meal. After a few bites she take the TV remote by her side and flips on Peter’s favorite sick day show.

As the Parks and Recreation theme song begins to play, Peter looks up at his girlfriend with appreciative eyes. “You’re too good to mbe.”

“You remember that next time I make you vacuum and you get pissy about it.” Michelle deadpans, but Peter knew she was messing around.

“I’m not messing around.” She clarifies, turning to look at his with one eyebrow raised.

“You really are a mbind reader.” Peter whispers with feverish wonder.

Throwing a paper towel at him playfully, MJ laughs and Peter joins her. They finish their food as the TV continues to play in the background, Peter yawning and coughing quietly as soon as he swallows his last bite. Without a word, MJ takes the empty plates and tray back to the kitchen. She turns off the bedroom lights as she reenters and tucks herself back under the covers. It's barely after 7 p.m. and the sun it only just starting to set, making the room glow a with dark blues and purples.

Peter is cuddled into her side as soon as she's back in bed, head resting on her chest and arm around her waist. “What am I gonna do with you Peter Parker?” She sighs, twirling her fingers through his already messy hair.

“Love mbe, no matter what? Even if I’mb yucky like this?” He pulls out the puppy dog eyes for this one. MJ may be stoic on the outside but not even she can resist the sweet sparkling glare.

“If I must.” She agrees, holding him tighter and resting her head on top of his.

But she’s happy to do it. Loving Peter Parker is an extremely easy thing, MJ thinks.

#sick peter parker #spideychelle #petermj #irondad #spideychelle fic #pepper and morgan are the best #little sister morgan #domestic fluff #college au #peter and mj are like 22 #and morgan is 11 #and already a genius of course

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf Chapter 8

I question myself when rereading this chapter.

Summary: 5 times MJ says ‘I love you’ and 1 time Peter says it back.

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker

“Got it Jake?” MJ asked with her arms crossed.

“Yeah,” the large footballer grinned gleefully. “Prom and then paper.”

“Exactly,” she sniffed, satisfied.

“Oh my gosh, this is actually really exciting,” Jake gushed. “You guys ware gonna be so cute.”

“Oh please,” MJ rolled her eyes before spotting the Love of her Life. “Okay shut up here he comes. BABE!!”

She flung herself at Peter with as much gusto as she could muster and wrapped her arms around his neck like an octopus.

“Play along and I’ll make you cookies for a week,” she growled in his ear. “Don’t, and watch me make your life a living hell.”

She heard him gulp nervously and concluded that he’d made the right choice. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest and, therefore, hers. Once she was satisfied that he was afraid, she released him and turned around.

“Sorry Jake,” she cooed, congratulating herself on how genuinely fake she sounded. “I know what I promised, but I don’t think my boyfriend will be very happy if I don’t take him to prom.”

“Wha-prom??” Peter squeaked, but MJ shushed him.

“I know,” MJ sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “But it was before us, I swear!”

“Um-”

“You goddamn bitch!” ‘Jake’ yelled, garnering unwanted attention from surrounding students. His demeanour had completely changed from the teddy bear persona he’d emanated earlier. “You made a deal.”

She felt Peter stiffen for a quick second before he slipped out of her arms and positioned himself strategically in front of her.

“Whooaaah whoa whoa whoa,” he interjected, throwing his hands into the air. “What’s going on?”

“Your girlfriend here promised that I could take her to Prom if I did our science project by myself,” Jake growled out in reply. Good job Jake, MJ mused. Colour me impressed.

“That was last year!” MJ rolled her eyes. Never in her life would she imagine this to be so much fun.

“A deal is a deal, Jones,” he bit out. “Never took you for a liar.”

“Okay now listen here, Igor,” Peter stepped in. Oh no, MJ perked up. His Spider-Man is coming out.

“What the fuck did you call me?” Jake’s face was growing increasingly redder.

MJ had no idea whether Jake was just an outstanding thespian, or in fact enraged by Peter’s quips.

“I know you’re still hung up about things that happen in the past,” Peter continued, unperturbed. Peter, please stop. MJ pleaded mentally. “But you need to move on if you want to grow! Mind you, you should actually stay off the steroids, it might be hurting your brain.”

“You little shit-”

“But one day I’m sure, Hodor, you’ll come to realise that there’s so much more to life than forcing dates out of pretty girls and bullying people smaller than you.”

“My fucking name’s Jake!!”

“That’s what I said, Wun Wun,” Peter rolled his eyes. “C’mon, stay with me here. I’m trying-”

::::::

“MJ, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to take a swing at him, I just didn’t know how to-”

Jake was immediately apologetic to MJ, and was afraid he’d ruined her plan of taking Peter Parker to prom.

“Dude,” MJ scoffed. “It’s fine, he can take it.” He’s Spider-Man.

“I know, but I feel so bad, cuz he was just protecting you and being a nice guy.” The poor guy was still pulling out his hair.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” MJ smirked. “I got him to go to prom with me.”

“Why didn’t you just…ask him like normal people do?”

At that, MJ’s face fell a little. “Cuz he doesn’t like me like that, and he’d get all weird if I just outright asked him.”

Jakes expression softened into an amused smile. “Oh my dear Michelle Jones,” he whispered as she turned and left. “Ever so observant, and yet ever so blind.”

::::::

“I don’t appreciate that you called him Wun Wun,” MJ grumbled as she entered the roof deck of her apartment complex. She also didn’t want things to get so out of hand, but no one died, so that was a plus. Peter sat on the ledge of the roof, stuffing his face with a pout.

“What??” Peter exclaimed through a mouthful of cookies. “But he was being a dick!” She stared at his puffed-up face and indignant glare. It was strange to want to kiss someone so badly, yet here she was, staring at the crumbs on his face.

“I know, so don’t disrespect one of my favourite characters like that,” MJ smirked in response, passing him the ice pack and getting comfortable on the ledge.

Peter just grinned in response and accepted the ice pack, gingerly placing it on his bruised eye.

“Why didn’t you fight back anyways?” MJ grumbled as she hugged her knees, although honestly, she was glad he didn’t fight back. “You coulda trashed him - you’re fucking Spider-Man.”

“Language,” he warned.

“Okay Captain America,” she rolled her eyes, half tempted to push him off the roof. “You’re freaking Spider-Man. Better?”

“Much,” he grinned cheekily, before looking into the skyline. She opted to keep looking at his face, trying to drink in every detail and soothe her pounding heart. He was beautiful, even with that bruised eye and chocolate stained mouth.

“I don’t know,” he said after a while. “Probably for the same reason that I don’t fight back when Flash picks on me.”

MJ didn’t say anything, she knew he’d continue in his own time. She knew he was comfortable talking to her, and somehow, the favour was returned wholeheartedly.

“It probably sounds stupid,” he mumbled, grabbing another cookie. “But I mean, fighting fire with fire doesn’t actually work. Nobody became a better person because they got beaten down by someone stronger than them. Most people become bullies after they got bullied anyways.”

MJ shifted to take a cookie as well. She lived for moments like this, when Peter’s soul was revealed in his speech, not just his eyes. Moments where he wasn’t just cute or funny, but he was such a good person.

“And anyways,” he took a gulp of milk, “if they can’t pick on me, they’ll probably pick on someone who can’t take it, right?”

She didn’t answer, just reached over and took a sip of milk. And then she smiled at him.

Her heart felt as if it was going to explode, but she had to hold herself before she burst into song like a Disney princess. She smiled at him with as much hope and joy as she could muster, wishing with all her heart she could sweep him up into an embrace, and force another cookie into his mouth. She wanted to tell him she loved him, that he was the best person she knew, that moments where it was just the two of them was all the social interaction she would ever look forward to. But she couldn’t express her love, because he didn’t love her back, and anything that even remotely drifted past the boundaries of their platonic relationship could sink the ship, so she did the next best thing.

“I love you for using Game of Thrones references, though,” she smirked, eyes still pointed to the sky.

And there, her heart ached as she almost let slip her deepest secret, teasing it with revelation and tempting it into exposure. One day, she promised, one wonderful and blissful day, she would say it while looking at him square in the eyes, raw and stripped of all disguise. One day, she would say it true, and he would say it back. One day.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I guess we’re going to prom?”

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spideychelleforever · 5 years ago

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Peter: Don’t worry! Don’t worry MJ, I got this!

MJ: Peter, relax, I just said I felt like some ice cream, you don’t have to actually run and get it

Peter: If it makes you happy it’s worth it!

MJ: I-

Peter: Don’t worry! Five minutes, tops! *runs out the door so he can get his secret crush ice cream*

MJ: I- *watches the door, thinking*

...

Peter: *five seconds later he pops back in* Um... what kind of ice cream do you actually want?

MJ: *laughs* Something s’mores related, if not, then Reese’s anything

Peter: Okay! Got it! *flashes a wide grin at her and leaves again*

MJ: *stands there, shaking her head, but starts thinking again when Peter runs back in another few seconds later*

Peter: Forgot my wallet! :D *grabs it and then leaves again*

MJ: *still stands there, watching the door. When he doesn’t come back a third time, she allows herself to smile*

MJ: I’m in love with one idiot. One sweet, dorky idiot. *sighs* Oh, Michelle...

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#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon #michelle jones #zendaya #tom holland #mj #peter parker #tomdaya #spideychelle headcanon #michelle #zendaya coleman #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones x peter parker

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theadorablespderman · 5 years ago

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Sailing Close to the Wind

This is dedicated to the anon who requested a fic off of the prompt list I posted a while ago. The prompt was #18 for the angst list: “Leave! Me! Alone!” thank you all for being amazing and thanks to the anon for requesting this fic! it was so much fun to write. I hope you guys like it!

(not beta read so any mistakes are mine)

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Rating: M (due to implied sexual content)

Peter/Michelle

Summery:

Leave

Please

Don’t

Alone

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"Pieces of shit! Leave! Me! Alone!" The roar cut up her throat, taking the air from her lungs. Michelle wrenched off the pocket-watch hanging by a rusted nail from her apartment door. She pitched it at the ground before promptly stomping on the watch face. The crunch of metal and glass under the pressure of her boot satisfied her. Observing the crushed remains of the clock, Michelle growled. This was the third timepiece she found nailed to her apartment door this month. And, her desk at work was teeming with unfulfilled, threatening notes.

She kicked the broken pieces of the watch with vigor. They skidded into a dark corner of the hallway. "Jesus! These assholes are such cowards. All the notes—the creepy phone calls...Jesus, I swear I'd be frightened if they actually followed through with any of their goddamn threats." She tilted her head back, filling the space of the hallway with her voice. Maybe the flickering fluorescent lights were bugged. Maybe they were listening to everything she said. Or, maybe she was just paranoid.

With anger bleaching her flesh, the noxious words were unstoppable. "You hear that you pieces of shit? Either leave me the hell alone or make good on your promises and— "

A sweaty palm clapped over her mouth, cutting her off. Instinctively, Michelle licked it, tasting salt and the tang of lemon. Peter dropped his hand, grimacing at Michelle's thick saliva. "Are you five years old?" He swiped his hand down his khaki pants, his face screwed up in disgust.

"What's your deal, loser?" The anger leached from Michelle, releasing as carbon dioxide from her lips. She gave Peter a sideways glance while she jammed her key into her door. Maybe he would forget her momentary breakdown if she pretended it didn't happen. If she busied herself with her lock, he might not see how frazzled she felt.

The lock always stuck, so she pushed her shoulder into the door. The watermarked boards groaned under the pressure. In one snap of the wrist, the lock turned over and the door swung open. Another annoying thing about her door. The knob didn't work. She had to keep the door locked to keep it closed. Unjamming the lock always meant she pitched two unsteady steps into her apartment when she walked in.

Stumbling into her minuscule living space, she tossed her keys onto her side table. When she glanced back at Peter, he looked as worn as she did. She wasn't sure how she didn't notice it during dinner. Until she realized the clock set him on edge. The ticking meant to signify the last seconds of her life. He never was present when she received threats. He only ever heard about them after the fact. Now his gaze carried unbridled worry as he scanned the pockmarked ceiling and the peeling wallpaper. Searching.

He was looking for other signs. More bad omens.

With a sigh, she camouflaged herself with indifference and took the few remaining steps to Peter. Michelle swung a hand in front of his face, snapping twice before gaining his attention. "I'll repeat my question. What’s your deal, oh weird one?" She walked back to the door. Slamming it shut, she wedged her shoulder into it, flipping the deadbolt over.

She watched Peter's hands sneak into his pockets, bunching his dress shirt around his wrists. Michelle found the action incredibly attractive for no reason at all. She was a sucker for bare forearms.

Swaying on his feet, Peter finally answered. "You can't say stuff like that." His distracted attention landed on her. Nervous energy rolled off him, cutting through her with edged teeth. The tension left a metallic taste on her tongue.

A chill rushed over her skin. She took a step closer to him. Finding his bicep under her hands. The warmth soothed the fraying edges between them. "Is this about that clock?"

It was a stupid question. Of course it was about the clock.

His face remained impassive, only holding a fraction of terror behind brown eyes. Michelle continued, "Don't worry about it. It's just empty threats." Snaking her arms around his stomach, she wanted to believe her own words. If she told herself they were empty threats, she had no reason to fear the consequences of her decisions.

Peter hissed, short and breathy. It resonated more so in his chest than from his mouth. If she wasn't so close, she wouldn't have heard it. But with his eyes closed, his lips sucked into a straight line, it was obvious her words didn't put him at ease. "But I am worried about it. About you." He said, Eyelashes fluttering. His irises finally appeared behind his lids. The tension in his face melted into that of unmasked anxiety. "They're watching and waiting. And I'm—I'm really worried." He whispered it from the same place in his chest that his heart resided.

Michelle tilted closer, her hands slipping up his arms, laying flat along his stiff shoulder. Pressing her fingers into the hardened muscles, she felt the strain drip away. Sliding down his back, ice thawing, slipping from a melting glacier.

Their foreheads met and the chill of Peter's skin surprised her. He was shaking. The tremble of his hands distinct as they engulfed her waist. "Hey," She breathed the words, finding anything above a whisper too loud in the intimate space. "I'll be fine."

No.

His body translated the response without the need for words. No. She wouldn't be okay.

"Why?" She placed the word in the kiss she pressed against Peter's cheek.

His arms wound tight around her, dragging her against his body. "They know about the article." Warmth from his words bathed her neck. She tilted it enough for Peter to plant a kiss to her jugular. "I can't find them, but I've heard whispers. The Maggia and everyone else involved—they’ll do anything to keep this quiet. At first, they thought they could scare you, but now—" His voice cracked. “They’re warning you that they want you dead. And I-I can't let that happen. You can't—" A drop of something cool, singular, fell where Peter kissed. One tear. His tear. "You can't let that happen. I know you won't stop, and I don't want you to. But I need you safe too..." His words dropped off into more grazes against her skin.

Michelle turned her head, allowing Peter's lips to caress the line of her jaw. Her fingers carded into his hair. Tears blurred against her skin, transferring from Peter's cheek to hers. His chest heaved against her own, sobbing with nothing but breaths from his lips. "What should I do?" She asked the question, even though she knew there were plenty of things she should do. She should leave her apartment. Go somewhere safe, discrete, given that the city’s deadliest mob had a bounty on her head. But at the moment, Michelle didn't want to leave. She didn’t want to think. Not in this moment with Peter's breath, intimate and private, mingling with her own. Leaving was impossible when his hands left whispers on her skin.

As Peter peppered more kisses across her cheeks he replied, "Leave here,” A peck on her jaw. “Go somewhere safe,” A sigh in her ear. “Don't die," He trailed to her lips, kissing each corner before slanting his mouth over hers. "Please."

She opened her mouth to him, her knees buckling against the edge of her bed.

Kissing Peter was the same as wading through a lake. He enveloped her, water molding to her skin. It was a slow kiss, long and lazy. Moving against each other with sweeping motions of their lips. Peter’s tongue caressed her lips. She opened her mouth willingly. Letting everything but him slip away until she was bare.

When Peter’s lips found a pathway past her neck, between the valley of her breasts, Michelle knew he marked her skin with salt. Her own eyes stung with tears. They slid past her temples, into her hair.

She was trapped in a dangerous game. Fear wracked her with heavy blows every day. She investigated everything from drug rings and human trafficking to political scandals and corporate cover-ups. Those articles created a plethora of enemies over the years. Michelle knew there were specific people who might just crack a smile if she died tomorrow. Normally, it was nothing more than an occasional thought. A thought that held no power or fear over her. But this wasn't a small drug lord, or arms dealer. Her article would expose the rich and powerful of New York City.

People had been killed for exposing less.

Exposing child sex trafficking, provided by the Maggia gang and patronized by a number of New York's shining elitists, was more than dangerous. It was the type of story that loaded the gun, cocked it, then waited to see who would fire first. With nothing but a few additional investigative loose ends, the story would be ready in less than a week. Michelle could feel the trigger slowly pulling back, milliseconds from discharging.

Once the article published the bounty on her head would grow. The ticking clocks outside her door would increase. A faceless gunman could introduce her to death tomorrow. If that was because she publicized the identities of the buyers and sellers of child sex trafficking, she would write that story again.

That didn't mean she wasn't scared out of her mind.

Michelle fell back into the present as Peter traveled lower, leaving burns the shape of his lips on her naked skin. She couldn't remember exactly when she stripped her clothing, but she prayed Peter continued.

He was water, touching every surface. Her labored breathing stemmed from him. Peter deprived her of all oxygen before supplying it again. She felt the tremble of his shoulders between her thighs. The desperate strokes his mouth made. The way his hands clasped her hips. She knew his anxieties echoed her own.

Then melodies were playing. Peter was her reality as she crested. He was everything when she fell apart in a bundle of exposed nerves in his hands.

Peter trailed back up her body, finding her mouth once more. Skin touched skin with cleansing fire. Michelle was reborn with the weight of him pressing into her. As he kissed her—his cheeks now dry and his voice hoarse—he whispered everything and nothing into her skin.

They created weather together. Every touch of Peter's desperate fingers crackled with lightning. The heat of open-mouthed kisses birthed wildfires. Humidity hung against their slick bodies. Wind rushed from the canyons of their lips, leaving them without atmosphere to breathe. When Peter dove into her, the northern lights flashed in Michelle's eyes. They created oceans and mountains with their rhythm. Two tectonic plates crashing into the other with beautiful power. Sound and space collided into the melody of I love you.

After the crescendo where heaven and earth collided, she collapsed into a series of earthquakes. Him into a cacophony of volcanic eruptions. Tears and sweat mingled. Under the covers, Peter tucked his nose into the curve of Michelle's neck. He was still shaking, his hold on her as firm as it had been when they started. She swallowed hard, felt a similar tremor in her chest, and spoke, "I have to publish the article."

Peter nodded. His lashes fluttered against her skin. "I know."

Fatigue washed over her. Her fingers halted combing through Peter's hair. She rested her hand at the nape of his neck, her vision growing watery. Peter's thumb mopped up the stray tear rolling over her cheek, down her neck. "I don't want to do this without you," His eyes shot to her own, steady and strong. She looked away, realizing the gravity of her choices. Maybe she could've had a different life if she wasn't so stubborn. If she didn't need to uncover and investigate everything. Or, bring attention to the political and social injustices plaguing the planet. If only she didn't feel that unshakable need. But she did. Because if she didn't, she didn't trust anyone else to do it. Michelle trailed her eyes back to Peter's. "I know I'm a lot. I know it's a lot to handle. Most people at twenty-three don’t have these problems," But, most people weren’t investigative journalists in a relationship with Spider-Man. She placed an idle kiss against Peter's lips. “But I don't want you to leave me alone."

"I wouldn’t leave you, but I don’t want you to leave me alone, either." Peter returned the kiss, his fingers curling around her neck. He smelled sweet, pleasant like the rain. She filled her lungs with the smell of him. "You’re so strong. I know you can protect yourself, but I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe. To keep you alive. But you have to stay alive."

Michelle's eyes drooped of their own accord, but before sleep claimed her, she whispered, "I'll do my best."

She smiled into Peter’s chest as she drifted off. Safe for the moment.

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tabloidtoc · 6 years ago

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In Touch, October 22

Cover Story: Nicole Kidman and Julia Roberts miracle babies over 50

Page 1: Contents

Page 2: Who Wore It Better? -- Kristen Bell vs. Lily Newmark, Lily Aldridge vs. Josephine Skriver, Nicole Kidman vs. Sabrina Carpenter, Ashley Tisdale vs. Lily James in blue Hellessy

Page 4: Princess Eugenie’s wedding details

Page 5: Two couples finally make their red carpet debuts -- Sophie Turner and Joe Jonas and Orlando Bloom and Katy Perry, Dakota Johnson gave out her voicemail, Makeover of the Week -- Kiernan Shipka, Fight of the Week -- Kanye West and Kim Kardashian, Mom of the Week -- Anna Faris

Page 6: Kris Jenner’s desert oasis, Jason Biggs bashed over son’s full diaper, Mischa Barton joining the hills

Page 8: Cautionary Tale for Justin Bieber and Hailey Baldwin -- These star should have gotten a prenup -- Madonna and Guy Ritchie, Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe, Jennifer Lopez and Cris Judd, Mel Gibson and Robyn Moore, Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale

Page 9: Drew Barrymore’s bizarre interview goes viral, Tiffani Thiessen was almost on Friends, Man Candy of the Week -- Nick Barrotta, Winner of the Week -- Grammys, Loser of the Week -- Track Palin

Page 10: Melissa Joan Hart and son Tucker

Page 11: Oh Baby -- Bradley Cooper and daughter Lea, Jensen Ackles and Danneel Harris’s son Zeppelin, Blac Chyna and Tyga’s son King Cairo, Isla Fisher and Sacha Baron Cohen’s daughter Olive, Kyle and Eva Amurri Martino’s son Major James, Daphne Oz and John Jovanovic’s son Johnny

Page 12: Up Close Pics -- Christina Aguilera

Page 13: Dwayne Johnson and daughter Tiana, Tom Hardy, Ben Affleck

Page 14: Jimmy Fallon and Ricky Gervais, Jordin Sparks

Page 16: Karaeche Tran, Jojo Siwa, Dua Lipa, Derek and Julianne Hough

Page 17: Martha Stewart, Vanessa Hudgens

Page 18: Zendaya

Page 19: Mindy Kaling, Ellen DeGeneres and Justin Hartley, Beyonce

Page 20: Duchess Kate Middleton

Page 21: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle

Page 22: Ryan Seacrest and Kelly Ripa, Salma Hayek and Blake Lively

Page 23: Rihanna, Kim Kardashian and daughter North West

Page 4: Kristen Bell, Jamie Dornan and Peter Dinklage, Bethenny Frankel

Page 25: Maria Menounos

Page 26: Jennifer Lopez, Victoria Justice, Jerry O’Connell

Page 27: Jason Biggs

Page 28: Nicole Kidman -- IVF Shocker at age 51

Page 30: Julia Roberts -- A Baby at 50 to Save Her Marriage

Page 32: Hollywood Bump Watch -- Jessica Simpson, Kenya Moore and Porsha Williams, Carrie Underwood, Kate Upton, Hilary Duff

Page 34: Khloe Kardashian’s revenge on Tristan Thompson

Page 36: Miranda Lambert exposes Blake Shelton’s cheating

Page 38: Kissing Co-Stars -- Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga, Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara, Nicole Kidman and Alexander Skarsgard, Milo Ventimiglia and Mandy Moore, Ashton Kutcher and Lea Michele, Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling

Page 40: A baby for Casey Anthony

Page 41: Blind item, Demi Lovato’s sobriety vow, Jim Carrey’s comeback fail, Star Sightings -- Sara Foster, Lizzo, Nina Dobrev, Liam Hemsworth, Dorinda Medley and Tinsley Mortimer and Ramona Singer, Melissa Gorga and Jessie James Decker

Page 42: Jason Sudeikis and Olivia Wilde nasty public fight

Page 43: Couples News -- Jenna Dewan can’t get over Channing Tatum, Justin Theroux’s hot new romance with Laura Harrier, Jennifer Garner wins divorce battle with Ben Affleck

Page 46: The Big Interview -- Tyson Beckford

Page 48: The Best and Worst Butts in Hollywood -- Jessica Biel, Beyonce, Jennifer Lopez, Kourtney Kardashian, Blac Chyna, Lindsay Lohan, Tara Reid, Nicki Minaj

Page 50: Style -- Double Denim -- Gwen Stefani, Margot Robbie, Millie Bobby Brown, Heidi Klum

...Please don’t wear murdered animal skins, even snakes...

Page 54: Beauty -- Leighton Meester, Lucy Hale, Brittany Snow

Page 56: Did I Really Do That? Sarah Jessica Parker, Lady Gaga, Vittoria Ceretti

Page 58: Jennifer Garner in Camping

Page 60: What Team Are You On? Kelly Rowland

Page 61: Blast from the Past -- Mystic Pizza

Page 62: Animal Overload -- Cat who resembles Daniel Craig

Page 64: My Night at Home -- David Bromstad, Guess Whose Cat -- Ian Somerhalder, Ed Sheeran, Kesha, Taylor Swift, Russell Brand, Macklemore

Page 66: Double Take -- Busy Philipps and Ice-T

Page 67: Crossword -- Taylor Swift

Page 68: Horoscope -- Libra Zac Efron

Page 70: The Top 10 Hottest Jasons -- Priestley, Aldean, Derulo, Witten, Bateman, Statham, Sudeikis, Lewis, Morgan, Momoa

Page 72: Last Laughs -- Michelle Obama, Shia LaBeouf, Kanye West, Ellen Pompeo

#Orlando Bloom #Katy Perry #blue dress #blue #cats #Ian Somerhalder #Jensen Ackles

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ritebeforeyoureyes · 7 years ago

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Baby’s Coming

This was my first time writing something in this format so, I hope you guys like it. Let me know if you’d be interested in me writing like this more often!

Plot: Karen points out that a heavily pregnant MJ is walking the streets at night.

Baby’s Coming

· Peter didn’t know what to think when Karen told him about MJ wondering the streets at 1am.

· His first though was obviously, what the fuck was she thinking?!

· His second thought was, was the baby okay?

· His third, fourth, fifth and sixth thoughts were: is the baby coming? OMG, what if the baby is coming? What if the baby is coming right now?! Shit! I’m not ready to be a father.

· As he panicked, Karen, being Karen, began to spew comments about hospital bags and labour breathing techniques, all which Peter knew he should now about.

· He didn’t.

· Peter had thought nine months was plenty of time to adjust to the thought of having a child.

· It hadn’t.

· Because as he swooped through skyscrapers and homes alike, Peter felt his heart hammer violently.

· Reality kicked in. He was going to have to oversee the life of a whole being. A being that was part Peter Parker and part Michelle Jones (oh, and don’t forget part spider!)

· “To the left, to the left.”

· Karen’s Beyoncé reference aside, Peter was so preoccupied with the thoughts of a webbed baby exiting his girlfriend, that he had all most failed to see MJ.

· Which was difficult to do in her current state.

· MJ was eight months pregnant with a belly the size of a watermelon; her words, not Peter’s.

· Her thin frame ballooned (again, her words) and Peter just froze as she waddled.

· Only Michelle Jones could walk around the Bronx in slippers, pyjama shorts and a large Stark Industries sweatshirt.

· “MJ! Hospital, okay … baby … now.”

· “That wasn’t a sentence, Peter.” Karen commented, and Peter cursed at her before discarding of the suit.

· “We … gotta … go.” Again, no coherence.

· MJ rolled her eyes … as if this guy was responsible for saving her city.

· “Not having the baby right now, Parker.”

· She was basically pointing at her evidently large bump screaming “DUH, LOSER IT’S STILL IN ME!”

· “Huh?” Surprise, surprise … Peter still couldn’t use his words.

· “I just wanted pistachio ice cream.”

· “YOU’RE WALKING AROUND THE BRONX BY YOURSELF FOR ICE CREAM?!” – There we go, he speaks!! “IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING!”

· “I wanted ice cream.” MJ simply shrugged, walking past Peter.

· “What if something would have happened to you?!” Peter just followed closely behind MJ as she waddled.

· “Something’s gonna happen if I don’t get my ice cream-“

· “Fuck the ice cream!” Michelle spun, her eyes narrowed into thin slits.

· Peter then realised his mistake.

· Oh no, he’d done it again … he’d insulted her beloved ice cream.

· MJ was going to lose her shit. Peter was definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.

· “Fuck the ice cream.” MJ whispered, and Peter winced.

· Was she questioning him or agreeing with him, he didn’t not know.

· “MJ, look I’ll get you ice cream-“

· “Fuck the ice cream, Peter, the baby’s coming.”

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sassycassie-s-writing · 7 years ago

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Ten Out of Ten

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Rating: PG

Original Idea: A writing prompt on Pinterest about seeing a number over heads about how dangerous someone is.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This one was kinda fun, if a bit difficult to finish.

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Peter looked around the lunchroom curiously, taking in the numbers over everyone’s heads. It was a side-effect of his powers—the spider-sense that existed to protect him registered people’s level of danger on a scale of one to ten. Young children and babies were a 1, most normal people were a 2 or 3, and that robber with the crazy assault rifle the other day was a 6. The numbers could change based on levels of threat. Peter himself wasn’t sure if he had a number. It probably didn’t matter because he wasn’t exactly a threat to himself. He’d never really thought about it.

He looked directly over his head.

A transparent 8 floated in the air, swaying with his movements.

Hmm. He wasn’t expecting that.

Ned, most days, was a solid 2—and on days he was particularly laid back, he was a 1.

Said best friend nudged him in the arm. “Hey Pete,” he whispered. “Look at the new girl.” Ned knew about Peter’s powers and his spidery alter ego, but Peter hadn’t told him about the numbers. “She’s pretty,” Ned added quietly.

Peter looked across the lunchroom.

The girl was small. Petite. Her hair hung loose to her waist, some of it obscuring part of her face. She had on a blue skirt, black leggings, and a black-and-blue striped shirt. A black jacket hung over her arms—which were crossed in front of her, shoulders hunched. She looked flighty, ready to bolt at any moment. Nervous. Scared.

It was all an act. Peter could tell.

Because there was a 10 hovering over her hair.

He’d never seen a 10 before. Ever.

Even Captain America, the Winter Soldier, Black Widow—they were all 8’s and 9’s.

This new girl was bad news.

Michelle—a steady, solid 3—approached her. They started talking. The new girl smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

The back of Peter’s neck was prickling—his spider-sense warning him of danger. His muscles instinctively tensed up as Michelle walked with the new girl over to the table she sat at with Peter and Ned.

“Hey guys,” she greeted, not noticing Peter’s eyes widening. “She’s new. Mind if she sits with us?”

“Of course not,” Ned put in before Peter could say anything.

The new girl smiled. “Thanks.”

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I sat opposite the boys, the nice girl who introduced herself to me as Michelle next to me. The thinner of the two was staring at me, face going pale, looking like one of those puppies that takes off at any indication of something going wrong. “Hi,” I tried, sticking my hand out. I gave him my name, trying to be friendly and show him that I wasn’t going to hurt him.

“I'm Peter,” he replied automatically, shaking my hand absentmindedly. He had a powerful grip. Impressive.

The boy next to him shook my hand with a lot more enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you. I'm Ned.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ned,” I offered, giving him my name as well.

“Y’alright, Peter?” Michelle asked flatly, not really sounding interested.

Peter shook his head to clear it, blinking rapidly. “Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah,” he replied, way too fast. “Sorry. Just… lost in thought.”

I chuckled. “Well, thanks for letting me sit with you guys. It’s better than trying to find somewhere to sit alone. Y’know—new school and all. No friends.” Ned and Michelle both snickered appreciatively, but Peter remained silent, still staring at me.

“What’s that?” Ned asked curiously as I stretched and my sleeve slid up to reveal the angry red mark on the underside of my right arm.

“Oh. Spider bite. My new apartment building has an infestation, I think,” I answered nonchalantly, trying not to panic. It wasn’t a spider bite. It was the injection site from the experiment. In the world of superheroes I'd grown up in, my powers weren’t anything unbelievable, but they were powerful. Michelle and Ned apparently didn’t think much of it, but Peter took a deep breath, still not taking his eyes off of me. I wanted to get angry and ask if he had a problem with me, but didn’t get the chance.

He stood up abruptly and rushed out of the cafeteria.

I looked at his other two friends. “What’s up with him?” I wondered, watching him push between two freshmen and disappear down a corridor.

Ned and Michelle shrugged. “Probably intimidated by your obvious beauty,” Michelle joked, sarcastic tone still flat, making absolutely certain I knew she was joking.

Ned got to his feet. “I’ll go talk to him,” he commented, sidling out from behind the long bench and strolling off slower. Michelle and I exchanged a glance, shrugged, and started to each lunch. Boys are weird, I thought.

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“What is with you?” Ned hissed, whacking Peter in the arm—when he finally found him in the nearest boys’ bathroom, leaned against the wall with one arm and panting. “There is a gorgeous new girl sitting with us and all you’ve managed to do so far is freak her out!”

“Ned, you gotta believe me: that girl is bad news,” Peter replied urgently.

“I thought she seemed pretty nice,” Ned countered offhandedly.

“Look, I didn’t tell you about this before because I didn’t want to… overwhelm you, but I can see numbers floating over people’s heads. It’s a scale of one-to-ten on how dangerous someone is. Most people are a two or three. Kids and babies are a one. That man I took out as Spider-Man the other night with the assault rifle? A six. I'm an eight. Most of the superheroes I met in Germany are also eights and nines. This new girl? The only ten I have ever seen. The President of the United States is only a nine—and he’s probably the most powerful and influential man on the planet. This girl is a ten!”

“She seems nice,” Ned repeated. “What if that scale is only their threat-level to you?”

Peter shook his head fervently. “No. No. Black Widow was on the same team as I was in Germany. No threat at all. She was still an eight. I have never seen a ten before.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And my spider-sense that warns me of danger is freaking out. I've never felt it react this strongly,” he added.

“Well, c’mon. Chill out and let’s go back to lunch. We’ll be subtle and find out why she’s so dangerous,” Ned suggested.

Peter clenched his jaw as he thought about it. He liked to think of the numbers above everyone’s heads like Pokémon levels. He was two levels below this girl—a distinct disadvantage especially if she had the type advantage. Meaning if her powers were something that naturally overpowered his bug-like ones. Like fire—or ice. Spiders generally tended to die in cold temperatures, and his own powers were dampened during winter. He really didn’t want to be anywhere near this girl. It was driving his mind crazy with the back of his neck tingling and his own anxiety about the situation.

But eventually he sighed. She wouldn’t try anything bad in a cafeteria full of witnesses—would she?

“Okay. Let’s go,” he relented. “First sign of danger, though, and I'm bugging out of there—no pun intended.”

Ned snorted. “That’s fine.”

^^^^^

“Hey, welcome back losers,” Michelle greeted as the boys rejoined us. Peter sat opposite me again.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized. “I, uh, just wasn’t feeling good. I think I had something funky for breakfast.”

“Oh good,” I replied. “I mean, not good that you weren’t feeling well, I'm sorry, but I thought it had something to do with me.” I smiled. “And… I got a little worried that it was a bad sign that I wouldn’t make any friends at this school.”

“Speaking of,” Ned interrupted. “Is it okay if I ask why you moved here?”

“Yeah, and where are you from?” Michelle put in curiously.

I brushed my hair behind my ear. “Yeah it’s fine. I'm not offended. It’s nothing personal. Well… I mean… uh… my last school kinda… blew up. Some experimental weapon test nearby went wrong or something. My parents didn’t think it was safe to be there anymore and we moved to New York. Even a city that’s been attacked by aliens is safer than a town that might constantly be blown to pieces.”

“Where you from?” Michelle pressed.

“Out west. Uh, Utah. Small town out in the desert. You wouldn’t have heard of it.”

Some of what I told them was true. Most of it was a lie. Yeah, my school blew up. Yeah it was an experimental weapon. But it was my fault. I was the experimental weapon. Kidnapped, experimented on, and then returned to my family. The hospital staff when I was discovered on my front doorstep told me there was an anomaly in my body, but didn’t know what it was. The angry red mark on my arm still hadn’t gone away, weeks later.

I'd been at school, and the resident bully had picked on me for being returned. He said the kidnappers should have kept me, but I was too pathetic to keep captive. I got frustrated, and then angry—

And the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by fire and all I could hear was the roar of flames and classmates screaming. The school hadn’t blown up—I had. Or, I had somehow made the school explode. I still didn’t know. My parents freaked out when they picked me up at school and, weeping, I told them what happened in the car. Dad decided it would be best to move and get away from whoever had done this to me—I couldn’t remember much about my captors—so we fled to New York. It’d be easier to get lost and be anonymous in a city of eight-and-a-half million people.

Peter reached across the table and patted my arm. His hand was callused. “I'm sorry. That must have been awful,” he offered.

I met his gaze, his dark eyes searching my face, like he knew more than he was letting on. “Thank you,” I replied. “That’s very kind of you.”

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licnsinside-blog · 6 years ago

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@gwendicine // sc.

“Left you hanging again, huh?” She asks as she sets her books and binder down on the lab table, backpack left back at her desk, bringing only the materials needed for the lab. Unfortunately, Gwen has been paired with Peter for the labs this marking period. Not that Michelle has anything against him, no matter how many times she calls him a loser, but he has a tendency to arrive to class either LATE or not at ALL. “My partner’s absent, so we can work together on this one. I grabbed the packets.” She wouldn’t call her and Gwen f r i e n d s, then again she hardly calls anybody that, but they’re cool enough to work together for this.

#{ this city's like a jungle gotta make it mine; starters }#gwendicine #{ you guys are losers; michelle; ic }#{ this is the thunderdome; michelle; verse }

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drunk-onsunlight · 4 years ago

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Day #4 of Promptmas

Chapter 4: Look out the window at that storm

Summary:

Ice skating date? Cute coffee shop I found online and passed the address to Peter so he could take MJ there. Spidey finally meets Black Cat in person, or something like that.

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice)

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Concept: Ice Skating

Dialogue: “If you sing Jingle Bells one more time…” & “Do you mind?” “What? I’m cold”

December 20th

The day was particularly cold and MJ was trying not to kill Peter. He was on his tenth time humming Jingle Bells and it was just 9am. MJ opened the curtains and took a look outside, the snow was falling down slowly. She loved the view of the city she grew up in during winter season. The phone on her pocket vibrated with a new message, her friend was informing her about that guy that was bothering MJ so much, people saw her as a villain when she was trying to help the city. Not that she cared what people thought about her, maybe they will found out one day. She needs to make a plan for tonight, she can’t let them create whatever they are trying to do If that implies hurting people, innocent people like her friend.

“Michelle?” she had been so distracted by her message that she didn’t notice Peter calling her name

“Parker?” She placed her phone back on her pocket and turned around to face Peter. He was standing in the middle of the living room looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read properly

“What would you say if I tell you that I want to go ice skating… with you” the invitation took MJ off guard but she actually liked the idea

“yeah. Why not? Is Morgan going?” Was this a friendly invitation or actually was Morgan going and he still wanted them to bond even more?

“No, she is not coming. But if you want to invite her…” She really liked Morgan but she wanted to spend some quality time with Peter. Uni, Black Cat and her part time job ended up in not seeing her roommate a lot and she missed spending time with the loser.

“No. It’s fine. What if we go grab something to eat and then go ice skating?”

“Rockefeller Center?”

“There is no better place to go ice skating than Rockefeller Center, loser.” It was close to 10am, while they found something to eat it could be close to midday and maybe they could walk to Manhattan to be there late afternoon and finally ice skate together.

“I want to show you a place I found. I think you’ll love it” Peter’s eyes were shining with excitement.

“Then let’s go” They gathered their belongings and went out to the cold day.

They were walking quietly when she heard a little sound next to her, a mumbling of a song. Oh, no. not again.

“Peter, if you sing Jingle Bells one more time I swear to god I will push you while skating and I’m making sure you die” it wasn’t the fact that he was humming the song, it was that she seriously hated the song.

“Why you hate Christmas carols so much?”

“I don’t hate all of those but that specific one doesn’t make any sense. It’s the same verse over and over again” Peter didn’t say anything, he just looked at her for a few seconds and kept walking. They fell into a comfortable silence, MJ loved that. At first when they moved together there was awkward silences that none of them knew how to fill, but now it was different. They could be studying at 1am in complete silence, just the sound of their keyboards and the company was enough, no words needed.

“Here we are” Peter stopped on a corner. There was a really nice looking coffee shop there.

“Mighty Oak Roasters?” she didn’t recognized the name and when she took a look inside, she noticed a normal cafeteria with a particular bar and a huge machine on the back corner

“Yeap. Come on in!” he held the door for her and she moved inside the coffee shop

“Bar or table?”

“Bar” Not that she was thinking about how a date with Peter would be in this exact same place he picked for her, not sure why just yet but sitting with him at the bar made her feel more like a friendly thing and not the image she totally could see in her mind on one of the tables

“Welcome to Mighty Oak Roasters. What do you want to drink?” A very nice girl asked them with her sight on a small notebook on her hand. The huge menu was right in front of her behind the bar hanging on the wall

“Is our first time here so what do you recommend us?” Peter spoke first making the girl look at him

“Well… the coffee shop is focused on vegan pastries and using freshly roasted beans for coffee and self-sustaining tea” the girl was looking between Peter and her. Every time the waitress looked at Peter she stumbled over her words and tended to blush, MJ have seen that reaction many times. Peter was a handsome man, she wasn’t blind, she noticed him since high school and saw him grew up into a man, a handsome one for the matter. But above the whole situation with the waitress, MJ was very impressed. Peter knew MJ so well that he found this vegan self-sustaining place.

“Can you bring me matcha latte, please?”

“For me a mocha, please” Peter didn’t even looked at the menu, he was focused on MJ. He knew how to read her after so many years

“I’m impressed, Parker”

“I knew you would like the place” he was very proud of himself

“Not you first time here, right? You didn’t even look at the menu to order” his confidence dropped a little but kept it cool

“I found the place one day, it looked nice and searched for it later” that wasn’t the full story, MJ knew that much but she wasn’t pushing it either.

The tea was amazing and according with Peter, his mocha was pretty good too. They chatted while on the coffee shop about how their part time jobs were going. MJ decided to finally tell Peter about that photoshoot an agent had offered her to do and he was very surprise but supportive. He told her about how his job in The Bugle was demanding more of him, he never spoke about his famous Spider-Man pictures so she never asked. She told him about a few cases they were working on the lawyer’s firm with a new guy called Harry Osborn and his awful attempts of flirting with her.

The hours passed and soon it was afternoon so they decided to go to the ice rink. It was a half an hour walk, just to give it time for the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree to light up. When they finally arrived it was late afternoon, the air was colder than before and she could see lots of families already ice skating in the rink.

“You ready?” Peter turned around to talk to her. He wasn’t wearing a scarf given that he gave his to the snowman they built with Morgan, but he didn’t seem cold. He looked perfectly fine while she was very cold, she kind of missed wearing her leather suit beneath her clothes

“I was born ready, Parker” MJ knew that phrase always made Peter laugh

“oh. Get out of here!” she loved when he tried to mock her while trying to hide his laugh

It wasn’t the first time they went ice skating but it was the first time alone, they always went with Ned and Betty and even May. Peter was a little clumsy at first but after ten minutes he managed to do a little flip without MJ having to lift him off the ground. MJ used a little bit of her Black Cat abilities to show off. While Peter moved around trying to do his flip, she was skating backwards when she decided to show Peter something she used as Black Cat.

“Hey, loser. I’m going to do a little something over there. Try not to kill yourself while I do that, ok?”

“I’m not gonna die! Maybe I will do another few flips over here”

MJ skated backwards again, gain speed as she went around the rink without stop looking at Peter. Suddenly she opened her arms, then used her left toe to turn while lifting her right foot from the floor, that caused her to turn around in the air once and land on the outside edge of her left foot smoothly, then stopped in front of Peter with an easy smile.

“How did you do that?” Peter was looking at her like she had grown two more heads

“Saw it on an article about ice skating flips and seemed easy enough to try it” It wasn’t an easy flip, she knew that but she did that flip every once in a while when swinging through the buildings, it was easy to do that while trying to escape. The rope attached to her hip making her perfectly stabilized, her high heels allowing her to turn around once and land sometimes on another building, sometimes on the next corner of the same one.

“Easy? If I try that I probably end up breaking my neck”

“Yeap, you are too clumsy for those things, loser”

They kept trying to do more flips for about half an hour with Peter falling to do most of them and MJ laughing while he seated on the floor.

“Peter you are a mess! You’re going to be all bruised tomorrow. We should go home and get some rest”

“Sounds like a very good idea. Now can you help me stand up and stop laughing?”

“Why? Is really fun to see you trying to get up on your own”

“MJ!”

“Okay! Fine!!!” She took his hand and helped him get up. They moved to the door where they have left their shoes and put them back on. The ride home was full of laughter from MJ and lots of blushes from Peter. They got home by 8, they reheated the pizzas they made from the night before and watched some TV on the living room.

“I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired. Thanks by the way, the coffee shop and the ice skating, I needed that”

“Any time, MJ. Sleep tight”

“And take care of those bruises, loser”

“will do”

She headed to her room and closed the door behind her. She checked her phone to see if her little friend was fine or if he had any news. She just had a new message from him “u comin’?” She was tired but she also needed to check on him, the situation was getting worst by the second. She replied a quick “yes. Stay safe” and putted her leather suit on. She looked herself in the mirror while adjusting her silver wig and black mask on, she looked exhausted but this was more important, she could sleep tomorrow, she didn’t have any plans after all.

She checked that nobody could see her and then climbed out her window. Her belt had everything she needed for her little mission. She climbed the wall and got to the rooftop of her own building. She saved her claws, the same ones she used to climb walls, and searched for her phone do a quick call

“Hi, Em. Where are you?” He was the only one that knew her real name and that was dangerous enough

“I’m going out but I need you to tell me what you saw or heard to go safe” it wasn’t time to do small talk and he knew it

“Prowler, something about some equipment to improve his damage on the city, something big Em. But in small amounts so it doesn’t call anyone attention. He was going to take the money tonight to a new place”

“where?”

“Commodore Barry Park at eleven thirty. But please, be careful”

“Like always. I will text you when I have the money”

“Bye Em. Take care”

She ended the call and threw her rope to the next building. She wasn’t as fast as Spider-Man was with his webs but the rope did perfectly fine and she used more the claws to climb than any other artifact she carried with her. She started moving to Brooklyn as fast as she could, she knew the park and knew that it didn’t have lots of places to hide a group of people with weird costumes on. It was going to be an easy task to find them.

She was at the park at eleven, the place was surprisingly empty, maybe it was the low temperature, she was freezing too. She decided to make a round on the park, she moved between the trees, her black leather suit helped her to hide on the shadows, but her wig made it a little more difficult so she needed to think where the moon was placed so her hair could camouflage with the moon.

She found a place above a small building that was near the park and soon she saw the Prowler walking through the park and placed himself under a big tree. If she moved quickly, she could take the money and run without making a big show. When she started moving closer to the Prowler she heard an explosion close to them. The prowler rolled his eyes and spoke to some kind of intercom but she could hear what he was speaking. A few seconds later a second figure with four mechanical arms appeared to her right, his suit was simple, like a mechanical octopus. Too late to get the money from the Prowler now, she will have to do the same from a few days ago, go directly to the warehouse and take the money from there.

A second louder thud shook the three where she was and now she could see the source of the sounds. Rhino was running to the small park and of course, spider-Man was after him. The Prowler and the Octopus man exchanged a look and then turned around and moved to opposite sides. The Prowler walked under the tree she was so she took her chance and jumped right behind him.

“I have heard a lot about you, Prowler” She always tried to change her voice when being Black Cat. He turned around to see her.

“Cat, you are not a myth then”

“I can be a nightmare if you want me to” She walked around him and put her chest closer to his back, she placed her right hand on his shoulder and moved down his arm, when she got to the bag in his hand she moved quickly. She pressed the little button on her palm and her claws popped out, her left hand was on his neck and her right was holding the briefcase handle. A third thud sounded, but this time Rhino took a tree to the ground with him. Prowler saw Spider-Man first so he released the briefcase and ran past Rhino.

“You own me Cat!” the Prowler screamed and looked back at her. His scream made Spider-Man look at her, the robotic eyes in his mask moved like he was trying to focus on her.

“Damn it” MJ cursed under her breath. She didn’t want Spider-Man involved in any of her business. His distraction made Rhino run away but he didn’t follow him, he started moving to her.

“You must be the famous Black Cat, right?” she could tell that he was changing his voice an octave lower, just like she changed her voice but she didn’t care who he was in real life

“If I’m famous then I’m not doing my job well enough” she needed to escape with the money so she started to use her most useful weapon, her charm. She wasn’t an idiot, the leather suit made all her curves stand out, her long legs with high heels made her taller than most men and she used all she could to escape from situations like this one without hurting anyone

“Well, famous for me. I have being searching for you, some petty theft, you are on and off the scene, not making big deals or causing lots of trouble. Wonder why” he knew basic information about her, she could handle that

“Well, I know more about you” she moved closer to him. She was taller than him for very little, maybe without heels he was taller, just maybe “you are an Avenger, one of the old ones. Not as old as Thor or Iron Man but old enough to have their respect. Very close to Iron Man, Doctor Strange and Capitan America. Connections with Wakanda because you are kind of a genius and you probably have rejected bigger projects to keep an eye on New York, so you probably live close too. And half the journalist love you, the other half hates you” She have studied him, there wasn’t enough information but what she got was enough to set him off

“Now I’m ashamed I don’t know any more information about you” he was following the conversation how she needed it to go. She moved to his back, let the briefcase on the grass and placed her hands on his waist

“Do you mind?” Spider-Man flinched at her touch and tried to move away from her. She could feel his hard muscles under the red and black suit

“What? I’m cold and you seem hot enough to help me warm up” she spoke to his ear and she felt him flinch. One of her claws climbed up his arm

“Easy Cat, those claws don’t seem friendly” she had to laugh at that. He knew what she was doing and she was ready to run away if necessary

“Just like those web shooters, I have seen what they can do”

“That’s why you are standing behind me?”

“Very good. You are a genius after all” she heard a little laugh behind his mask but his robotic eyes didn’t show any emotion

“Just very observant. Learned from a friend” she thought about Peter, how at first she observed him all the time and with the time, he learned to look around and take mental notes for later. He appreciated that tip as a photographer with The Bugle

“Very useful. So I should stop all this and just go, right? No need to distract you. Too smart and observant for that, Spidey” She grabbed the briefcase from the grass and started moving to a corner of the park

“Just one question before you go”

“Shoot” She walked backwards not running but not giving him a chance to get her

“Why?”

“Why are you Spider-Man and not a regular citizen?” she didn’t wait for the answer. She threw her rope to a nearby building and did the same flip she had done early on the ice rink. The toe of her foot gave her the impulse to jump while her other leg spun her around on its own axis to land on the corner of the building the rope was holding onto. With her claws she climbed the wall and searched for Spider-Man but didn’t find him.

She made her way home close to 1am. As soon as she arrived, she took her suit of along with her wig and mask, the briefcase was next to her window. She tried to be really quiet, she didn’t wanted to wake Peter up. She put on one of Peter’s shirts she had stolen from him a lot time ago. It was one of his science pun shirts and she liked the soft fabric and maybe the fact that when she took it, it smelled like Peter.

She was lying down on her bed, tired of the day but couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about Spider-Man and Peter. Spidey was nothing like Peter but at the same time there was something familiar with him, something that made her think about Peter when she touched him, when he question her for her actions and when he didn’t answer back to her.

“God, I need to sleep. I’m mixing everything up and that’s definitely not good” She spoke softly to the celling. Thinking about Peter was kind of an issue, but comparing Spider-Man and Peter was insane. Peter had clumsy movements when Spidey was agile in every one of his. Peter was shy while Spidey openly flirted with her. Peter had a strong moral compass while Spidey let her go even when he though she was a thief. They were totally different and she was just wasting time thinking about them.

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Thanks to @spiderman-homecomeme fro the amazing opportunity to write :3

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #peter parker #michelle jones mcu

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softboyholland · 7 years ago

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Could we have Spideychelle if they were in University? Love the headcanons you've had so far, they're so good~~~

ok because they’re really smart they both get into the same uni

with scholarships and all

can u believe

tony is a proud iron-dad

so he buys peter an apartment that is fully furnished as a ‘congrats, son’ gift

best dad ever

meanwhile, michelle is looking for a place that is cheap and affordable

she knows she could just go up to peter and room with him for a bit but her ego is too big for that

but it’s 2 weeks before her first sem starts and she’s homeless

because she already kinda told her parents that she has a place to live and all

she finds herself knocking on his door at 8 pm w her suitcase, in her pjs

ofc he answers and is shook

bc lets be real, when is he not shook

surprise surprise! there are 2 bedrooms

michelle crashes on the couch tho,,bc the other bedroom is covered in moving boxes

who knew peter had a lot of stuff amirite

actually, the whole apartment is a MESS

it’s covered in a bunch of boxes

but she’s too tired for that rn so she thanks him and she’s out in a few seconds

the next morning, she wakes up and she’s not on peter’s couch?? tf??

she sits up immediately and is ready to F I G H T

but then she sees the blue lightsaber lying in the corner

and she’s like ‘oh, so i’ve not been taken’

she takes her time to really take in peter’s room

his bedsheets smell like him and everything is so cozy and warm and smol

she wants to lay here forever

but then it hits her

‘if she was here, where was he?’

he’s on the couch, passed out

she stands there and stares at him for a bit

then she decides the best way to wake him up is by flicking his forehead aggresively (stydia, is that u?)

he’s panicked for a moment but then he sees her and he calms down

“i was fine on the couch, you know.”

‘i was out anyway, i didn’t get home till 3 am”

ah. spiderman duties.

she decides to make him breakfast, it’s the least she could do

but he convinces her to stay there permanently

they could split the bills

and

“it’ll be so cool, mj! we’d me roOMATES!”

and she agrees and

oh god what did she get herself into

part 2

ok so they’re one week into uni and things are good

turns out, that living with each other was a good thing

mj cooks for him bc lets be real, peter can’t cook for shit

she also cleans around the place and organizes his stuff because she’s secretly a perfectionist

it’s nice to come home to peter trying to hum the imperial march obnoxiously

peter isn’t a slob but he can be real annoying with his web fluids and whatnot

and mj is making friends??yay!!

turns out people at college are so much more cooler than the losers at midtown

though she misses them

ned is over like almost everyday

although her room is furnished now,

she falls asleep more on the couch than on her actual bed

but she never wakes up on the couch

hmm i wonder why

and there’s always a mug of tea waiting for her in the morning on the kitchen counter

she also always finds little chocolate bars on her pillow

esp after a stressful day

so life is basically gr8 right now

but then mid terms roll around

peter is surprisingly calm and chill about it

but he’s super smart so she gets that

she’s super stressed tho

cos she really wants to be responsible and make her parents happy

but it’s hard

she’s having the worst day

her first paper is in two days and she is nowhere near ready

her clothes are ruined bc of the pouring rain

and all her notes are ruined

she really wants to cuddle up in her bed and maybe eat one of the chocolate bars on her pillow

but then she hears it

she hears peter and a girl

she can hear said girl’s giggles coming from his room

and michelle is never jealous of another girl ok

WOMEN NEED TO SUPPORT AND LOVE EACH OTHER

but it’s hard when she’s having what could possibly be the worst day of her life and the guy she’s most definitely in love with is probably in there with some other girl who’s probably SO MUch more prettier than she is and she’s about to fail her mid terms

she wants to cry honestly

so she does

she does what every girl does

she grabs a tub of ice cream and aggresively sticks her spoon into it and sits on her bed

and reads

she’s reading a bunch of sad poems and she’s cryinf and her mouth is full of rocky road

and peter’s stupid chocolate bar is staring at her like he’s judging her from next door

once she’s run out of ice-cream, she calls her brother

“yes?”

and she cries

because she misses him and she misses midtown and she misses when peter parker was her nerd and she misses being responsible and actually good at school

but her brother has to be in south africa now, being a good doctor and shit

so she calls ned

and she’s having a panic attack now

and ned’s voice is so calming it makes her calm down for a bit

ned is at the apartment in a few

what a good friend honestly

and she starts crying again

because he’s such a nice person she doesn’t deserve him

ned realises that she’s just sad and stressed

ned also suspects that this has something to do with peter

once she’s asleep

he knocks on peter’s door

peter and girl are making out

ned is disgusted

so he chases the girl out and hits peter with all his strength

“dude! what was that for!’

“michelle was literally in tears and you’re making out with some girl?”

protective!peter

“what happened? where is she? is she ok?”

“yeah, no thanks to you.”

so ned tells him everything

and he’s like ‘the chocolate bars are sweet but i think she needs her roommate and her best friend.”

and peter’s mind kind of goes into a slideshow of all the times she’s been there for him

when ben died and she was the only one who didn’t give him that pity look

with his ptsd after the infinity war

helping him calm down and study for the sats

the one who told him his results mid-battle

the one who constantly takes care of him and his wounds after fights

the one who cooks him breakfast

the one who pushed flash into a bush when he was making fun of peter

and then he realises that he’s been such a fratboy dick lately

michelle only wakes up at 2 am the next morning

her room isn’t a mess anymore

there’s a glass of water at her bedside table

she tries to go back to sleep because call it a feeling but she just knows that peter is awake and she doesn’t want to look at him rn

she’s too hungry for that

so she carefully sneaks into the kitchen

it’s empty, thank god

there’s a container with some spaghetti in it

but oh wait! there’s a note

‘figured you’d be hungry. p.s. i didn’t cook this don’t worry’

she’s kinda still mad at him but halfway through the meal

she realises that peter is gonna meet other girls and his life isn’t going to revolve around her anymore

he’s probably going to marry some pretty girl who’s super smart and awesome and nerdy

and she’ll be all alone with her stupid college degree and a bunch of cats, still in love with peter parker

little did she know lmao

so she’s not really mad at him anymore but more mad at herself because of all the people in the universe, she had to go and fall for peter fucking parker

she decides to study because what good is being emotionally stable if she’s going to fail her mid-terms amirite?

so she pulls out her book and

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS GET THIS

there are little flashcards waiting for her

and she already knows this is peter’s doing

her heart feels like it’s going to burst because it’s so full

so beyonce is blasting through her headphones

and she’s studying with this stupid smile on her face

because of peter fucking parker

thank god tomorrow is a saturday

peter stops being an asshole and running away from his crush on mj

they become a hella lot closer

michelle hugs him when she gets her results for the paper she was so worried about

she treats him when he gets his results

aunt may is secretly planning their wedding

ned really wants to propose to michelle on behalf of peter

tony may have a few rings picked out already oops

basically spideychelle is #married

#spiderman #marvel #spiderman mcu #spiderman homecoming #spider-man: homecoming #spideychelle #aunt may #tony stark #iron dad #ned leeds #peter parker #michelle jones #Peter x michelle #michelle 'mj' jones #spideychelle hc #spideychelle fanfic

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doctor243 · 6 years ago

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf Chapter 3

I know I haven’t posted in FOREVER, but I promise I haven’t abandoned this!

Summary: 5 Times MJ says she loves Peter, and 1 time he says it back.

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, OC

Things had a way of going exactly as Peter expected it to. Like Aunt May burning the new soup she was trying (who the heck can burn soup??) or Ned being absolutely reliable in every single situation that you needed him (except when Betty Brant was involved, because then priorities change, and Peter understood that). It wasn’t always a good thing, because he always expected cafeteria food to be trash, and he always expected Flash to pick on him at school, and he always expected to be the loser in high school, and he was always right.

Things also had a way of taking him by surprise. Like when Mr Stark picking him up after school for ice cream because “he was in town”. Or when it seemed like a quiet night during patrol, and a gang of weaponised criminals robbed a bank. Or when Aunt May miraculously insisted on keeping the stray puppy that decided to follow him home after a communion of bacon and bread (‘look at it, Peter, IT’S EYES ARE SPEAKING TO ME’). Or when he was walking down the hallway and freaking Michelle Jones screamed “BABE!!” and flung herself at him, clinging to his neck like he was her last hope.

“Play along and I’ll make you cookies for a week,” she growled in his ear. “Don’t, and watch me make your life a living hell.”

The colour drained from his face, even as his heart hammered erratically in his chest. While the prospect of cookies was already a good enough incentive, the fear of making MJ his arch-nemesis was far more terrifying, so he didn’t even need a moment’s consideration before he nodded subtly. Seemingly satisfied, she released him and turned around.

“Sorry Jake,” she almost seemed apologetic. “I know what I promised, but I don’t think my boyfriend will be very happy if I don’t take him to prom.”

“Wha-prom??” Peter stuttered, clearly struggling to grasp the situation.

“I know,” MJ sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “But it was before us, I swear!”

“Um-”

“You goddamn bitch!” ‘Jake’ yelled, garnering unwanted attention from surrounding students. “You made a deal.”

Immediately, Peter went on the defensive.

“Whooaaah whoa whoa whoa,” Peter interjected, throwing his hands into the air as he instinctively moved between MJ and Gregor Clegane. “What’s going on?”

“Your girlfriend here promised that I could take her to Prom if I did our science project by myself,” he growled out in reply.

“That was last year!” MJ rolled her eyes.

“A deal is a deal, Jones,” he bit out. “Never took you for a liar.”

“Okay now listen here, Igor,” Peter stepped in.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

“I know you’re still hung up about things that happen in the past,” Peter continued, unperturbed. “But you need to move on if you want to grow! Mind you, you should actually stay off the steroids, it might be hurting your brain.”

“You little shit-”

“But one day I’m sure, Hodor, you’ll come to realise that there’s so much more to life than forcing dates out of pretty girls and bullying people smaller than you.”

“My fucking name’s Jake!!”

“That’s what I said, Wun Wun,” Peter rolled his eyes. “C’mon, stay with me here. I’m trying-”

-.-.-.-

“I don’t appreciate that you called him Wun Wun,” MJ grumbled as she joined him on the roof of her apartment with an ice pack. The sun was beginning to set, and the orange hues that bathed the city in gold were mesmerising. It was almost a safe spot for the two of them, where they sat above the city, and had some semblance of freedom from a world that perpetually pulled you down.

“What??” Peter exclaimed through a mouthful of cookies. “But he was being a dick!”

“I know, so don’t disrespect one of my favourite characters like that,” MJ smirked, (oh that wonderful terrible smirk).

Peter just grinned in response and accepted the ice pack, gingerly placing it on his bruised eye.

“Why didn’t you fight back anyways?” MJ grumbled as she sat next to him and hugged her knees. “You coulda trashed him - you’re fucking Spider-Man.”

“Language,” he warned.

“Okay Captain America,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re freaking Spider-Man. Better?”

“Much,” he grinned cheekily. They sat in a comfortable silence, impeded only by the crunching of the cookies and the distant New York traffic in the streets below them. There was a certain comfort that came with the dissonance of the city, a tiny reminder of life and activity, the promise of happiness and sadness and busyness and everything in between.

“I don’t know,” he said after a while, eyes staring off at the sky that was painted in blue and red and gold. “Probably for the same reason that I don’t fight back when Flash picks on me.”

MJ didn’t say anything, she knew he’d continue in his own time.

MJ shifted to take a cookie as well.

“And anyways,” he took a gulp of milk (God Bless you MJ), “if they can’t pick on me, they’ll probably pick on someone who can’t take it, right?”

She didn’t answer, just reached over and took a sip of milk. And then she smiled at him.

It wasn’t a flirtatious smirk or an amused chuckle, just a very simple smile. A pleasantry that said she understood his words, and she appreciated them. A smile that meant so little and so much at the same time. And yet it melted his heart and he yearned to reach over and kiss those beautiful lips, to run his fingers through her gorgeous curls and pull her close to him.

But yet he couldn’t. She never had feelings for him, and she never would. They were best friends, and changing that could ruin everything.

This was fine. This was perfect, in fact. He didn’t need her to love him, as much as he wanted it. He could just love her with his whole heart, and stare at her beautiful face and watch her eyes sparkle with the reflection of the sun. He didn’t need to be happy – he just needed to be content.

“I love you for using Game of Thrones references, though,” she smirked, eyes still pointed to the sky.

And there she went, pulling his heartstrings with the greatest ease. And all he could do was smile back, while his chest ached and throbbed, hoping to the stars that one day, one wonderful and blissful day, she would say it while looking at him square in the eyes, and say it the way he would to her any day. One day.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I guess we’re going to prom?”

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