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SPIDEYCHELLE (PETER/MICHELLE) COUCH HEADCANNONS

hey y’all,

wow, it has been a super long time since i’ve posted any content of my own and i’m here now, with a hc about peter and mj on their apartment couch bc they’re so cute; and i couldn't get this out of my head, at all :)

this was inspired by an answer series of hc’s by @riarkledale and i strongly recommend that post ( linked here ) bc it’s so very cute and this draws of that domestic perspective 

okay here it goes, hope you guys enjoy xx

some days, they both sit at opposite ends of the couch, reading

mostly, it’s around six in the evening, and the setting sun illuminates their apartment with mute hues of orange and red

it serves michelle’s gold framed glasses to look like more of a halo than anything else, as she occasionally sips on her tea, taking it and replacing it on their tea table, never looking up once

peter does it purposely

he takes the side facing the setting sun bc the light illuminates michelle so elegantly that when he takes an occasional look up from the book he’s reading, he’s in awe of her beautiful brown locks and her glasses framing a very content michelle as she continues to flip pages

mj does it too, she looks up when peter is very much engrossed in one of the quantum mechanics books they share from their very own mini-library they continue to compile in the corner of the living room

three highlighters placed on both hands and one in his mouth, all while balancing a pencil he writes notes with

she enjoys it so much bc it’s the sight of the love of her life doing what he loves; reading up so he can create mischief when he feels like it; with and without his suit

other days, they have movie dates

they’re always snuggled up underneath one really huge blanket

they have something that they love on

or something that peter loves on

bc mj doesn't really have a very vicarious interest/range in movies

but she watches them bc peter is always so incredibly excited to talk about the plot and the characters and backstage cues in line with the story

she thinks it’s adorable

she really doesn't want to be the cliche type, but sometimes the movies bore her

and she refuses to fall asleep and disrespect peter

so she does something that peter doesn't mind

she kisses him

and it always throws peter off-guard even though it happens almost every time

and let’s just say the movie is paused for the night

or sometimes, they just leave it on

bc they don’t even leave the couch lmao

most days at 3am, mj is usually sitting alone in the couch

trying to keep herself awake

she doesn't really have a problem though

bc she’s always so fricking worried about peter

she tries not to watch the news

bc she knows he's going to be in it

chasing a car or drug dealers or tumbling off roofs

she tries to hold back tears bc she’s strong and she can’t physically worry about a person this much

nope, no, nO ugh

sometimes she just wishes he was a normal college-level young adult

so that she can promise herself that he wont have a chance of dying every single night he goes out with that suit

somedays, she doesn't cry bc she convinces herself to be rational and thin about him walking through that door and kissing her forehead

but other days, she cries herself to sleep bc something really crazy is going on and the reports are talking about cuts, bruises and so much more

and he cant evEN GO TO THE HOSPITAL

peter gets home an hour or two later

she asleep with that huge blanket wrapped around her

and his heart breaks every goddamn time

bc he knows what she’s been doing

the tv is playing faintly and on the news channel

he tries to clean himself up as much as he can

washes the blood and grit

cleans his wounds

all while contemplating whether he should go on doing it

he doesn't want to, if he knows it’s hurting mj as much as it is

but eventually, mj gets up bc ironically, peter is not a subtle presence

and always drops the first aid kit 

and that’s always followed by a loud string of distressed curses

she clears away her doubt and thanks god that he’s okay

she kisses him and tells him that it’s okay

she know that he has to, that it matters, everything he does

he doesn't ever know how to comprehend the love she has for him

and the love he has for her

they eventually make some tea after cleaning everything up

and they go to sleep on the couch bc they wouldn't wake up if it were the bed

only for about an hour before classes begin

but what the hell, they weren’t a normal couple

peter falls asleep on the couch a lot

he just gets carried away with something but the lack of sleep gets to him

he’s only 21 after all

mj kisses him on the forehead everytime

and puts a blanket over him

the one they really love and watch movies under on date night

she can swear, she sees a faint smile on him when she does that

but she’s sure he’s asleep

god he’s such a puppy

she smiles

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Fan fic/hc idea. Peter has nightmares about Michelle dying

hey anon!

i hope you are having a wonderful day and i also hope you have more wonderful days coming your way. thank you so much for the fic idea, i really enjoyed writing this and because i enjoyed it so much, it ended up being longer than i expected (i hope you don’t mind and it’s worth your time).

if you liked it, feel free to send me more fic/hc ideas, i’d love to get back into writing.

hope you enjoy it xx

SPIDYCHELLE FANFICTION

author : michellejonessparker (previously: onesolilquy)

word count : 2,385 words

tags : angst, fluff

warnings : none

MJ waited for her best friend to come back to their shared apartment; she was on the couch watching an old documentary as she always did, her hand tracing over the number buttons of the local news channel she was convincing herself not to enter into the screen.

There’s a sense of urgency in her, one that unsettles her every single night. She was never one to care about friends to be very honest, she kept to herself and mostly overwhelmed herself with objective interests like music and her education. But she found herself stunned at how much she’d grown over the past few years.

Not only did she have friends, but now, at twenty-one, she found herself seeking their company because one thing that Ned and Peter had been since high school, was loyal. They were always there when she needed them; on a good day, when she was really excited to share some resources she found on making information easier to grasp for the academic decathlon, or on a not so good day, when she had really bad cramps because of her period and aunt may passed along some chicken noodle soup through two spluttering, awkward boys that didn’t really know what to say or do when they knew their best friend was bleeding through her genitals. They were such dorks she had realised, but, very dependable dorks.

She had figured out who Peter was way before he told her (because she was definitely smarter than Ned and Peter’s shit excuses), but when he did tell her, probably about eight months into his ‘stark internship’, she ignored her heart stuttering at the trust he had in her and just took it as a very blatant opportunity to shun him for thinking she didn’t know. And she continued to ignore her heart stutter when Peter was being Peter for the proceeding years; she ignored it when he hugged her after winning their second decathlon, ignored it when he kissed her cheek at graduation, and ignored it even when they got into the same uni, hugged her for a moment too long and offered his apartment for sharing because she still hadn’t found a place to live. Basically, she was ignoring the way she felt about him, but that wasn’t the point.

The clock that was placed just above their tv read half past midnight, and she couldn’t do it anymore. She sipped on her tea as she switched channels, and the news droned on about spiderman successfully stopping a bank robbery and apprehending the convicts with minimal damage. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

The location was twenty minutes from their apartment, so she gave it ten minutes before he came back. However, it was only forty five minutes later that Peter came knocking on the door, deathly pale and incredibly bruised.

“What the hell Parker, the reports said that there was minimal damage during the intervention!���

“Yeah, minimal damage to the goddamned bank.”

She beat herself up for the amount of concern she was showing, but she couldn’t help it because she wasn’t sure if he was dying or not. She went beside him to lend some support to the poor boy, he could barely stand.

“I’m not dying MJ, just help me clean my wounds and it’ll be fine. Don’t overthink this please; they’re only a few bruises.”

She hated him for that, how the hell did he know what she was thinking?

MJ had always commended herself for being difficult to read, but this boy was so good at it, and is was incredibly infuriating. Alas, she gave in to that she was told; to be honest, she was just really glad he was okay. After cleaning up his wounds and helping him make tea; because he insisted he could make his own when the dork could barely stand, they headed to her bedroom. It was a ritual of sorts; save the day, clean the wounds together, drink tea, chat, peter leaves to sleep.

Today however, something felt different. She tried to ignore it as she carefully placed herself at the corner of her bed facing the wall. Peter usually took the couch next to her bed, but today he sat opposite her. It wasn’t as intimate as it felt to her; the boy was just sitting in front of her.

“Okay, question.” he said to her, not really looking at her.

“Shoot loser, it’s not like we have all night.” She hurriedly exclaimed while she tried to calm her heart pounding with a foreign intensity.

“Uhmm, well, umm, I was just, umm-”

“Yes?” She tried to sound as confident as she could… as un-desperate as she could.

“Can I sleep with you today?” he spluttered.

Michelle was stunned at the question; it was the first of its kind. Sure she had been on a bed, with a boy before, ten years ago at math camp, but she was confident that this was a little bit more intimate.

“What?”

“Um well, I’m just super tired, and um, I was just wondering, because honestly walking up to my room right now, um, I was just thinking maybe, um-”

“Yeah okay, sure.”

“What?”

“Yeah okay Parker, how many times do I have to say it?”

She found herself surprised at saying yes; she had fantasised about this for god knows how long, but the reality of it was… confusing? Unexpected? Weird?

She didn’t really know.

So yeah, that’s what happened, after MJ got Peter his blanket from his room, she slept next to the wall, and Peter slept next to her.

MJ heard whimpers at first.

It wasn’t disconcerting specifically, but it sure as hell annoyed her, because if Michelle Jones loved anything (other than Peter Parker of course, but that’s again besides the point), she loved her sleep. So naturally, she was bothered by weird sounds waking her up.

She then felt a slight tremor next to her.

Now that disconcerted her, and it also successfully forced her awake enough for her to realise that it was Peter. She realised that her fantasies were far better than the actual thing because one, she didn’t have a lot of space to sleep with him practically invading her bed, and two, Peter was sure as hell a loud sleeper.

At her annoyance, she nudged him.

She did it again.

And again.

But it literally did nothing.

“Honestly Parker, what the hell?” MJ uttered sitting up.

When she turned to kick him awake, she saw something she really didn’t want to. Peter’s blanket was strewn on the floor, and he was hugging himself almost too hard, eyes shut tightly and shivering abnormally. She touched his forehead checking for sweat, evidently there, and realised that he was having a night terror. And from what she could tell, it was a really bad one.

She felt really stupid then; of course his responsibilities had lasting psychological effects on him, how could they not? The boy was turned superhuman when he was a teenager and fought way too many battles completely irrelevant to him. Peter Parker was unrelenting, compassionate, empathetic and someone who went out of his goddamn way for other people, no wonder his brain was trying to find an out.

She was at a loss for thoughts because she had never really expected to see her best friend so emotionally vulnerable, so unexpectedly. Sure, somedays he came home severely hurt, unable to move or walk or even stand; but never had she encountered Peter in an attitude that wasn’t witty and optimistic. Thus, looking at how Peter was shrivelling into himself right now, she was terrified.  

“MJ…” Peter seemed to stutter her name.

She let out a relieved sigh, he woke up. But before she could call out to him in response, asking him to hoist himself up to sit straight, he continued talking.

“Michelle no-”

He was still asleep. And now, MJ was more confused and more terrified than she had been before. She knew she shouldn’t wake him up, and she wasn’t sure she could but she was now full-out panicking and she really couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“Peter you have to wake up! Peter, wake up.” She kept muttering it over and over, shaking his shoulder but it wasn’t working. She didn’t want to listen to him being this terrified, she didn’t want to listen to him being terrified of her. She didn’t want to cause him this much pain, even if were in his sleep. It just kept going though, he didn’t stop.

“Michelle… I told you not to come… MJ no… he’s going to take you… he’s going to kill you, MJ… mj, mJ, MJ NOOOOOOO”

He was awake now. But he was screaming. He was thrashing on the bed, crying, and all she could do was hug him, and that’s all she did, she hugged him as hard as she possibly could, praying he calmed down, praying he was in less pain.

“PETER! PETER! PETER, IM HERE, IM HERE!”

She repeated  it like a mantra, through her tears, through his screaming, she just repeated it until he gradually calmed down, repeating it with a decreasing volume, hugging him as tight as she could. She just kept repeating it, over and over and over and over again.

When all she heard were stifled sobs, from both herself and Peter, she worked up the courage to say something, never letting go of him, she realised that she was scared to do so.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning don’t worry, for now, we just need sleep.”

His muscles had eased and he wasn’t shivering anymore. But her heart was heavier than before, and she was more exhausted than she had ever been. After a faint nod from him under the lamplight above them, he intertwined one of his hands with hers and hugged her with the other, this time, the oblivion was kinder to him.

When she woke up the next morning, with the sunlight invading her room through the tiny crevices of her blinders, she felt a rush of panic, Peter wasn’t next to her anymore. She gathered herself and walk-ran out of her room.

Again, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. He was at the counter making coffee, an anomaly because they preferred tea, but nothing about today was like the other days; the air usually of whole comfort was replaced with heaviness and a normally flowing conversation was replaced with a sense of awkwardness hanging above them like a burden.

“I made you some coffee, I know that’s weird for us, because we prefer tea, but I don’t think tea can keep us grounded with the conversation we’re gonna have.”

There was a lack of expression in the both of them, they were scared; Peter had never seen an uncool MJ before, and Michelle had never in her life experienced a Peter Parker like the one from last night.

“Thank you.”

He nodded. Everything was calculated it seemed, they took their ends of the couch; Peter took a sip of his coffee and began talking.

“They started a few weeks ago, I keep seeing Thanos in my mind, it’s horrible. He’s just as controlling and manipulative,” he let out a chuckle then, “I don’t think my brain has actually processed the fact the he’s not a problem now… Anyways, umm, the war that happened, even if it was a while ago, it got me thinking of what really mattered to me, and it’s become a PTSD thing, every single person that is in my life right now, the people I care about, the people I love.” he avoided her eyes. “They’ve been showing up in my dreams… well, nightmares technically, and I just see it every night, he has you, aunt May and Ned in the palm of his hands, and he just… kills you, all of you. Every dream is the same, but it’s a different person every night, it revolves around the three of you. And I just…. I can’t afford to lose more people Michelle, I just…. I can’t… I can’t afford to lose you.”

MJ’s heart sank at the way he stuttered the last sentence, he was crying again, and that was the worst thing because she noticed that Peter crying made her cry, and that was just not okay.

“Ugh loser, you’re making me cry stop.”

And finally, a breakthrough; it felt like they could breathe again, they both let out a chuckle. And something she realised, had changed.

Michelle Jones realised that she was wholly in love with Peter Parker and it was not something that she should be ashamed of; he was the most caring, loving, compassionate and giving soul. She knew then, that anyone in her position would have accepted that a long time ago, she knew that he was worth it, that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

And at the same time, Peter Parker realised that he was tired of sleeping in a different bed from the girl he had literally been in love with for god know how long, tired of not being able to kiss her, or hold her, or comfort her; tired of not having her all of these nights to calm his night terrors as skilfully as she did the night before. He was incredibly tired of it, and in that moment, his tiredness (ironically) fuelled his courage.

“Michelle Jones, I think this a good a time as any to tell you that you’re the love of my life, although I doubt you didn’t already know that.”

And just like that, the truth was out; it was an exhilarating feeling for the both of them. His palms were sweaty and he was staring at her all intense, and MJ’s heart was literally, all cliches intended, beating out of her chest. She still managed to keep it cool though (as far as she believes anyway).

“I think this is a given now Parker, don’t you think?”

“What’s a given Jones?” he asks, a tad bit confused. She smirks.

“I think you’re going to be sleeping with me from now on.”

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IT’S ANOTHER TAG

Rules: Choose any 3 fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends. I was tagged by the beautiful person that is kei (@bisexual-eponine​) who i love very very much!

I choose:

Teen Wolf

Girl Meets World

Hamilton

the first character you loved:

Scott McCall 

Maya Hart 

Aaron Burr

the character you never expected to love so much:

Mieczyslaw “Stiles” Stilinski

Farkle Minkus

Angelica Schuyler

the character you relate to the most:

umm probably Scott McCall

Farkle Minkus/ Topanga Matthews

Angelica Schuyler (head strong, heart strong)

the character you’d slap:

Theo Raeken 

Lucas Friar 

Thomas Jefferson lmao

three favourite characters (in order of preference):

Stiles, Scott, Kira (who deserved so much more)

Farkle, Maya, Zay

Angelica, Burr, Eliza

a character you liked at first but not anymore:

Theo Raeken 

maybe Lucas Friar (i just grew severely uninterested)

Alexander Hamilton (cheating un-stanned me from 100 to 0 real quick)

a character you did not like at first but now do:

Lydia Martin (i love her now, she is one of my all time fav characters)

no one, i literally love everyone from pilot to 321 except friar lmao

umm no also loved everyone except Jefferson and Hamilton lol

3 otp’s (in order of preference):

Stydia, Scira, Scallison

Lucaya (here’s the thing, I may not like Lucas, but I know that Maya could’ve have grown her healthiest with him and vice versa), Riarkle, Rilaya

they’re just white old men, so i’d rather not + the women don’t need no men honestly speaking

I tag my lovelies @fierceds, @scottskira, @irisxwestallen, @heart-eyes-santiago and @flying-toes

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