#spideychellefic

[hopeisawriter]

followers of fate (spideychelle fic)

Michelle Jones works the same shift at Caff's Coffee every week. A repetitive routine that pays well enough for her to put college tuition at the back of her head. When a mousy brunette walks in, she can't help but observe him. When she finds out they have the same classes, it gets even harder.

Peter Parker is a mess. A poster child of the college experience. Red Bull and ramen, on death's doorstep (figuratively). When he walks into Caff's for a coffee, he can't help but notice the barista. When he notices her staring at him in a lecture, he calls it fate.

OR

An eventual romance that stems from coffee, academia, and the journey of falling in love.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46947886/chapters/118265212

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CHAPTER 1:  Caff's Coffee (A meet-cute)

It’s strange how the simplest people can catch one’s eye.

You spend so much time in life going through the motions that you don’t realize what you were doing before you met your best friend. Your rival. Even your partner.

A moment in time that shifts the course of your entire life.

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Michelle worked her part-time shift at Caff’s Coffee , a small cafe on Westly and Third. It was near Brown’s University, where she spent copious hours hunched over her notes and procrastinating. She was not sure what she wanted to do with her life yet but at the ripe age of 18, she was reading about political thinkers and writing essays. Lot’s.

“Michelle, can you take over cash?”

She saw his shadow before she saw him. Cade. Her 6’ tall and hip manager is in his 20’s. Not in college or university or further education like most of her work associates. Not sure how he ended up running this cafe but he was understanding and paid well.

No arguments from her.

She rolled her eyes at him.

“Dude. You know I hate people.”

Cade shrugged his shoulders, the AC causing his usual grey flannel to ruffle like a wave, the buttons shifting back and forth.

“Not my problem,” he responded, voice assertive yet kind. “You chose to work here with the knowledge that working cash was a requirement. Congrats, we’re understaffed.”

He waved his hand towards her in a shooing motion.

She grumbled under her breath but walked towards the counter nonetheless.

“How can I help you?” She mumbled, trying to keep the edge of her voice dull as she looked at the register, ready to type in the order.

“Can I get a drink with the most caffeine?”

Michelle bit back a grumble, begging the world to swallow her whole. Kids always came here asking for caffeine, yet get mad when the drink makes them feel on edge.

She crossed her arms and looked up.

The kid seemed friendly; he had mousy brown hair and almost too-pale skin. She made the executive decision to loosen up. She noted his bloodshot eyes and deep eye bags.

Let’s cut this kid some slack.

“We can do that for you. However, I think what you really need is sleep. A lot of it. In fact, you should be cast in a time-accurate version of sleeping beauty.”

She tacked on her customer-service smile–she could feel her cheeks.

The kid grinned at her, eyes crinkled and a soft smile.

He shook his head vigorously. He was a common brunette, but something about him stood out. Maybe it was his calm stature or his unkempt hair.

“Can’t. I have an exam today. Not ready.” He stumbled over his words. It was like each word was fighting to escape his throat before the other.

She sighed.

“All right man, I hope it goes well. Most people do not like our most caffeinated drink, Nitro cold brew with a double shot of espresso.”

“I’ll take it.”

She believed him.

“All right,” she muttered, typing his order in while going through the motions. “Credit or debit?”

“Actually-

Michelle looked up at him.

“Do you take cash?” He pulled at his necklace, a silver chain with what appeared to have a charm. The letter B. Probably the first letter of his name. Ben? Basil? Brett?

She shuddered. Brett did not suit him as a name at all.

“Hey?”

Shoot.

“Sorry, yea we take cash. Your total is $3.52.”

He fiddled with his pockets and dropped the coins into her palm.

She scanned them quickly and placed them into the registrar.

“Your order will be on the other side of the counter shortly.”

He smiled in response and headed to wait for his order.

Don’t say anything. Don’t-

“Hey, man!”

The kid turned to look at her.

“Good luck with your exam. I hope the coffee doesn’t kill you.”

“You better make sure that it doesn’t,” he grinned in response. “Thanks. I’m Peter by the way.”

She chewed at her lip and gave what she hoped was a smile in response.

“Michelle.”

“Nice to meet you, Michelle.”

She coughed into her sleeve.

“You too.”

He walked away.

She observed Peter as she made his drink. His skinny fingers picked at his maroon hoodie, eyes lost in thought.

She scooped and dumped the ice into the plastic (hopefully biodegradable?) cup. Pulled the coffee from the machine next, content to hear the steady spill of espresso. She was aware of her left foot tapping in beat with whatever playlist was playing on the cafe speakers.

Michelle finished making the drink, capping the lid on with a satisfying click.

She picked out an oatmeal raisin cookie and packaged it, then headed over to the counter where Peter stood, shifting his feet from side to side.

“Here’s your order.” She said as she slipped the drink towards him and the cookie, crinkling in its bag.

Peter grabbed the drink and furrowed his brows.

“I think there was a mistake, I didn’t order that.”

“It’s no mistake,” She replied confidently. “It’s yours. For after the exam. To celebrate .”

Peter froze.

She nudged it towards him.

“Come on, Peter. I have other customers to serve.”

As if shaken out of a trance, he grabbed it slowly.

“Thank you, Michelle.”

“What are you thanking me for, you paid for it.”

He looked inside the bag and squinted at the board.

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?” Peter responded with a grin.

Before she could respond, coins tumbled out of his hands and onto the counter in front of her. Exactly the price of the cookie.

All she could do was glare as he bolted out of the shop with a loud, “THANK YOU!”

She could see Cade's shadow before she could see him.

“Don’t start,” she warned, raising a finger.

Cade shrugged and walked away.

Michelle went back to work, taking customers' orders. Boring orders, she might add.

A small part of her hoped Peter would show up again if only to give her a chance to lecture him on not accepting gifts.

Another part of her cringed at her actions.

You were going to give a customer you just met… a free cookie?

Pull it together Michelle.

She hopes his exam went well.

Gosh darn-it.

If she didn’t pull it together soon, she might actually want to take people’s orders.

[accioharry]

a very spideychelle thanksgiving (AU) 

in which college!peter and college!mj go home for thanksgiving and feelings are brought to the surface

ao3 || other writing

tagging @peterjonesparker because she’s my best friend and will hunt me down if i don’t lmao

“You know our families are doing Thanksgiving together this year, right?” Michelle asks as she opens the door to her apartment.

           Peter grins, walking in and throwing his backpack on the couch. “Really?” He calls over his shoulder as he walks towards the kitchen. “It’s not like they haven’t done that before or anything.”

           Michelle rolls her eyes. As far back as she can remember, she and Peter have celebrated Thanksgiving together. It started when both of them were still babies, wobbly on their legs and still wearing pull-ups. Over the years, what started as two kids who lived down the street from each other became the ‘dynamic duo’ according to her parents. It was no surprise when both Peter and Michelle picked the same college. Though Michelle got into schools on the West Coast, she couldn’t imagine leaving Peter behind. He was her best friend.

           “MJ?” Peter snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. “Are you ok?”

           Michelle shook her head. “Yeah, why?”

           “I asked what time we were leaving and you completely ignored the question,” Peter put his hand to her forehead. “You’re not getting sick are you?”

           She swatted his hand away. “No, loser. I’m fine.” She went over to the couch, making room for Peter to sit as she pulled out her biology textbook. “Ready?”

           “Always,” Peter smiled, reaching over and taking the flashcards Michelle wrote the night before. “You’re going down, Jones.”

           They both got a 97% on the exam.

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           Michelle woke up on Thanksgiving morning to the sounds of her two brothers arguing over football. “Yup, definitely home,” she thought to herself. She dragged herself out of bed and over to her desk where her phone was charging. Unlocking it, she saw a message from Peter.

           “hey loser, aunt may told me to have you tell your mom she’s bringing the pie.”

           Michelle sent back an emoji before putting her phone back on the charger. She yawned, shaking her torso as to shake the butterfly feelings that she’s been getting since college started whenever Peter is around. Peter has always been her dorky, loser best friend, but in the past two years he’s just…she can’t even describe it. He’s just Peter. Her Peter. Her Peter with his gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes and dorky smile with the dimples and his amazing shoulders from going to the gym after class and-

           “MJ! Breakfast!” Her mother’s voice startled Michelle from her daydream. Telling her Mom she’d be right down, she grabbed her glasses and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs.

           It wasn’t until she got syrup on the sleeve that she realized it was Peter’s.

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           Peter and May got to Michelle’s at exactly two thirty-three p.m. Not that Michelle was sitting by the front door or anything. After hugs and greetings were exchanged, Peter, Michelle, and her brothers were sent outside into the backyard while the adults prepped dinner.

           “We’re adults and they still don’t trust us in the kitchen!” Michelle complained and she sat down on the back porch.

           Peter sat down right next to her. “Rightfully so. Remember spring break when we tried to make that Shepherd’s Pie?”

           Michelle winced. “That was entirely your fault.”

           Peter scoffed, “Excuse me? You’re the one who forgot to set the oven timer!”

           Michelle turned to look at him. Peter was wearing a dark blue button down shirt with black jeans and it took a lot of self control for Michelle not to look at how good his shoulders looked with that shirt. She took a deep breath. “You distract me!”

           Peter blinked. “What?”

           “I mean-“ Michelle faltered, “You distracted me! You told me the Justice League trailer was on TV!”

           “It was on TV!”

           Michelle was fully prepared to fight when one of brothers came out of the garage. “Hey lovebirds! Are we playing soccer or what?”

           Michelle stood up suddenly in order to not see Peter’s reaction at that comment.

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           “Dinner was amazing, Mom,” Michelle said as she helped clean up after dinner. “You did an amazing job with the turkey!”

           “Oh stop it,” her mother laughed, kissing her on the forehead. “You’re just saying that so you have first access to leftovers tomorrow.”

           Michelle shrugged. While she helped her parents clean up after dinner, Peter had gone back out with her brothers to finish the soccer game. It wasn’t that Michelle didn’t want to play, but she needed a break. A break from Peter and his damn shoulders.

           “So how’s Peter doing?” Her mom asked May.

           “Great! You know it’s funny, he’s been going on and on about this girl in one of his classes, Liz I think? He talks about her all the time, it’s adorable! I think he definitely has a crush on this girl.”

           Michelle dropped the silverware she was holding. Peter had a crush? Sure, he dated girls in high school, but they only lasted for a few weeks at most, and same for Michelle with her past boyfriends. Dating was just not on either one of their radar’s.

           “Sorry, my hand slipped,” she smiled awkwardly at her mother.

           “Why don’t you go outside honey?” May smiled. “We can finish up here.”

           “I spoke too soon,” MJ thought. Handing the dish she was cleaning to her father, she grabbed Peter’s sweatshirt from this morning and headed outside again. When she got there, her brothers were nowhere to be found, just Peter sitting on the back porch.

           “No more soccer?” She asked, and Peter turned to look at her, flashing his adorable grin that sent her stomach into butterflies.

           “God I love you,” she thought to herself, and she had to grab the doorway to stable herself.

           She loves him? She loves Peter in a way that isn’t meant for best friends? No this can’t be right, can it? Does she actually love him?

           “It’s getting too dark outside,” Peter said, standing up. “What’s wrong?”

           “Huh?” She let go of the door. “Nothing!”

           “You’re shaking,” Peter stepped forward and took her hand in his own as though to warm it up. “Jesus MJ, what’s gotten into you?”

           “Nothing Peter! Let it go!” She yanked her hand back, pushed past Peter and stumbled down the back steps.

           “Oh no you don’t,” Peter grumbled, turning on his heel and following Michelle away from the porch. She obviously didn’t go far, and ended up at the tire swing that hung from the big oak tree at the end of her yard.

           Michelle knew Peter would follow her, but she didn’t know how she would explain this to him. He knew her better than she knew herself, and he would know if she was lying. She felt the tire swing swift as Peter sat on the side across from her, using his feet to gently move the swing back and forth.

           “MJ, talk to me.”

           “I said I’m fine.”

           “Bullshit.”

           She looked up then. Peter wasn’t one to cuss unless he was serious, and right now as he sat across from her on the tire swing, she knew she wasn’t getting out of this without him knowing how she really felt about him.

           “You never told me about Liz,” she said. This time, it was Peter who blinked.

           “Liz?” He echoed. “What about Liz?”

           “Oh come on Parker, I know all about your little crush on Liz. How you think she’s perfect and amazing and oh so smart and all these other things that boys think about girls!”

           Peter was dumbfounded. “Liz Allen?”

           “Why are you acting like you have no idea who I’m talking about? May told me you talk about her all the time!”

           “Wait…she told you I have a crush on Liz, my physics lab partner?”

           “Well I don’t know what she is to you, but apparently she’s something!” Michelle didn’t mean to snap at him. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”

           “She’s just my lab partner, I talk about her because we’re doing a midterm together and-hold on,” Peter fake gasped, placing a hand on his heart. “Michelle Jones, are you jealous?”

           Not catching onto his joking attitude, Michelle threw her hands up in frustration. “Yeah! You know what? I am really jealous! I’m right here Peter! Why can’t you see that I’m right here!?”

           “Wait…you’re really jealous?” Peter’s eyes were wide as his hand dropped down to the tire swing. “You…you weren’t joking?”

           “…You were joking?” Michelle stopped the swing with her feet, placing both her hands on the ropes on either sides of her.

           Both of them just stared at each other. Michelle honestly thought her heart had just dropped into the pit of her stomach. It was over, she was losing him. Her eyes filled with tears as Peter stood up suddenly.

           “Peter-“ she was cut off by Peter leaning down, taking her face in his hands and kissing her as though his life depended on it.

           Michelle felt as though her heart was shocked back into working again. Kissing Peter felt like the most natural thing in the world and damn was he good at it. She let go of the ropes to reach up and wrap her hands around his neck to pull him closer, but that caused the swing to move and both of them to fall back into the grass, Luckily Peter used his arms to break the fall.

           “You okay?” He asked, moving some of her hair from her eyes. Michelle took a couple deep breaths.

           “I didn’t ruin our friendship?” She asked as Peter rolled to the side of her so she could sit up and move her legs off of the tire swing.

           “I mean,” he grinned. “I rather be your boyfriend considering I’ve been madly in love with you since we were thirteen but if you want to just be friends-“

           “You’re WHAT?”

           “You didn’t know?”

           “How was I supposed to know you were in love with me?” Michelle shrieked. “That’s not common knowledge Peter!”

           “I thought I made it clear!” He laughed, reaching and taking her hand again.

           “You definitely did not,” she smiled as Peter leaned in towards her.

           “I did,” he mumbled against her lips, and this time it was Michelle who held his face in her hands, as though she never wanted to let him go again. “Is this my sweatshirt?” Peter asked when they broke apart. “This has been missing for over a year!”

           “God, I love you,” she giggled, and Peter grinned.

           “I love you too, loser.”

           “Kids! The pie is ready!” May called from the back door.

           Peter stood up and took Michelle’s hand, pulling her up. “Ready?” He gestured towards the house.

           She squeezed his hand and smiled, "Always."

[lumoui]

sexual release - spideychelle smut

Michelle and Peter haven’t seen each other in a few weeks. They decide to go out on a date to the theater and possibly release some sexual frustrations.

Michelle could count on one hand how many times she’s been on a date with Peter, a total of three. She wasn’t sure if the third should even be considered a date, since he whisked off into the air ten minutes after arriving, promising to make it up to her.

The thing was, she didn’t mind not going on those fancy dates. Just being able to spend quality time with him snuggled up with each other as Michelle teased him about how good looking a good majority of the Avengers were, especially Natasha and watching him whine about how he was the cutest. But no matter how much she tried convincing him of that, he refused to settle for it.

Which is what lead them here, standing in front of a movie theater, Michelle grilling him for forcing her to even come here. “We could’ve just watched a movie at your place.” She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest as a cold breeze hit her. Peter noticed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Even though he was a tad bit shorter, he loved the height difference. He brung her back until there wasn’t any space between them, laying his head against her.

“Michelle, I promised i’d make it up to you, this is me doing that.” He mumbled into her shoulder, Michelle shivering from the vibration. She squeezed her eyes shut, tilting her head back against his. Even though she’d rather go home and find a rerun, she loved that he wanted to do little things like this when he had time, which was rarely. His time is always spent saving the world or working in the stark tower for hours on end. They’d go days without seeing one another but Michelle understood. It was time for her to push her pessimistic attitude aside and enjoy this moment with him. “Fine, let’s go.” Unraveling his hands from around her, he walked beside her towards the theater, his warm hands intertwining with her cold ones.

One they reached the ticket booth, there were two couples and a group of teenage boys ahead of them. They decided to use this short period to choose a movie. Peter scanned his options, skipping over horror movies but Michelle seemed to be doing the opposite, finding which horror movie was the best choice.

“Let’s watch Rings.” She suggested, a smile etching on her lips as she side eyed him. Michelle knew that he wouldn’t dare to pick a horror movie, which is partly why she chose it and also because all the others were less appealing.

Peter snapped his head in her direction, “What? No way!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Peter, we’re watching it.” Peter groaned, letting it go. He knew he couldn’t win. Michelle was never one to give up.

The line moved up quickly and before they knew it they had retrieved their tickets and went to go claim their seats in the back of the theater. Once they were seated and comfortable, the previews started. There were about thirty people in total spread around. Their row and the one ahead of them had been empty and Michelle couldn’t be happier. She hated being bunched up with lots of people.

“I can’t believe you forced me to watch this.” Peter whined in a low voice. “Peter we could always see another movie.” Peter stood up quick, preparing to grab their belongings. When Michelle didn’t move an inch, he tilted his head in her direction, “You weren’t serious, were you?” He asked, pouting. Shaking her head, she pulled him down into his seat. “Should I at least go get snacks?” He would try anything to get out of here but Michelle wasn’t having it.

Grabbing her bag from the seat beside her, she placed the leather material in his hands. “Open.” She demanded, eyes focused on the screen ahead. Peter obeyed, opening the bag to find all his favorite snack inside the medium sized purse. “I thought the theaters didn’t let you bring your own snacks?” He questioned.

“They don’t but i’d be damned if either of use spent a shit load of money on two items when we could spend the same thing at the deli and get way more.” Peter smiled, returning the bag to the seat, before sitting back and laying his head on her shoulder. “You’re so smart.” He whispered as the movie began. “I know.”

Twenty minutes. That’s approximately how long it took before Peter started shielding his eyes behind her shoulder. Michelle tried to refrain from laughing. “Peter, calm down.” She tells him in a gentle voice. “No.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. For someone who fought creatures from different planets and battled people with unbelievable abilities, she couldn’t understand how he’d be afraid of horror movies when they were far from real.

Her attention returned to the movie. Peter stood in the position for a good five minutes before he peeked over her shoulder to see what was happening now. He may have been frightened but he’d grown oddly curious in what direction this movie would take. From the horror movies he’s been forced to watch with Michelle throughout the years, they seemed to all end the same way.

The savior decides to take it upon themselves and get rid of the killer once and for all. They believe they succeed until a short time later, they realize they never did. The spirit or whatever would plant themselves into someone else and kill the savior. The same thing in all horror movies and it was becoming tiresome. But he couldn’t talk much considering he was still scared of them regardless if he knew how it would potentially end.

“Peter!”

“But i’m scared…”

“Well let me sit on you.”

“Wait, what?” Peter sat up, staring at her with wide eyes. “I’ll be comfortable and you’ll be shielded from the screen.” She explained before settling into his lap. She slouched down a tad bit, dangling her feet across the empty seats ahead of them. Peter held in his breath as she rubbed against him in the process.

Leaning her ahead against his shoulder, she tilted her head upwards toward him. “Comfortable?” She whispered. Peter couldn’t mutter out a word, he just nodded, staring down at the armrest. Michelle looked at him weirdly before turning back to the movie, covering herself with his sweater. Peter was unable to focus on anything but Michelle’s bottom against him. Even when he tried focusing on different things, his mind continued imagining her grinding against him. What was wrong with him? Michelle sat on his lap countless times before, what was the difference now?

Peter thought back to the past few weeks. They’ve seen each other twice and even during those two times of spending time together, it didn’t make enough time for them to catch up or satisfy their sexual needs as they would usually do.

That’s when it hit him. He was sexually frustrated. Masturbating hadn’t been doing a great job at craving his needs. He needed her, to be with her, to be inside of her. Michelle moved her hips against him to readjust once more, and Peter wanted to vanish in that moment. His member decided it wanted to react in that moment, growing hard. He prayed to all things holy that she didn’t notice.

Luck was not on his side because Michelle had indeed felt his bulge pressing against her. She tilted her head in his direction, trying her best to suppress a laugh that was demanding a release “Peter, seriously?” Peter looked at her nervously, “I- i’m sorry, I can’t help it!” His voice came out childlike and it was making it harder and harder for Michelle not to laugh at his current situation. “Calm him down.”

“I can’t….”

“And why not?”

“Not with you sitting on me like that.”

“So, what i’m hearing is, i’m the problem?” Michelle was well aware of what Peter had been going through, she’s been dealing with the same thing, except for the bulging penis of course. She just couldn’t help but find the situation to be amusing.

“What? Mj, of course not.” His hand rubbed his face, laying his head back against the seat, “I just… we haven’t had sex in a long time and it’s getting to me ya know? I’m not blaming you, I know i’ve been incredibly busy with work and being Spider-man… Michelle, i’m just sexually frustrated..” He spoke fast and low, Michelle was even surprised she’d heard a word he said. Moving her head towards his, she pressed her lips against his jaw, smirking. “Well, let’s have sex.”

“You can’t be serious?” He questions. Michelle planted gentle kisses along his jawline. “Oh but I am. Live a little.” Even though the idea was insane, he found her offer hard to resist, especially with her kissing on him the way she was currently doing. Her lips traveled down his neck, pressing kisses against it before she located his sweet spot and began sucking on it.

“M- michelle.” He moaned out. “Let’s go find somewhere more private..” Michelle didn’t waste time. Grabbing her bag and sweater, she and Peter quickly rushed out the theater. When they stepped into the hall, it was completely empty. Peter looked around for a good private area when he noticed the supply closet reserved only for employees.

Peter, not caring much at the moment, lead Michelle into the closet, locking it behind him. When he turned around, her belongings were dropped on the floor. She stared at him with a lustful look in her eyes, tempting him more to rip her clothes apart and fuck her senseless but today, he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to make this a moment she’d never forget.

Before she could blink, Peter had her back pressed against the wall, hands on either side of her head. He scanned her from bottom to top before his eyes flicked up to hers. A smirk played on his lips, affecting her in ways she didn’t know possible. Her legs clenched tightly as a tingling sensation traveled throughout her. Peter noticed this and took this as his cue. He began placing delicately sweet kisses on her neck, making his way down further.

Michelle gasped as one of his hands grasped her breast, massaging it gently. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned her shirt, not daring to detach his lips from her skin. Once each button had been undone, he swiftly removed her breast from the black laced bra.

Not waiting a second, his tongue worked it’s way around her nipple. First he flicked it a few times before sucking on it as his tongue traced circles around it. Michelle moaned in pleasure, hands clenching.

Peter continued the process for a few more seconds before he moved down completely, positioning himself on his knees. He kissed along her waistline, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down at the same time. Michelle helped, pulling her long legs out the black jeans. When they were completely off, Peter tossed them to the side. “Spread your legs.” Michelle didn’t hesitate, instantly separating her legs from each other.

His hands trailed from her waist down to her thighs. The tingling sensation returned once more but when she went to clench her thighs together, Peter quickly halted her movements. “Peter.” She whined, which is something she’s never done.

Michelle wasn’t a whiny person, she’s the person that causes it. Her underwear were completely soaked. This was the perfect time for entry but he refused to settle for that this early on. He wouldn’t enter her until he had a waterfall running down her legs. Hand gripping her thighs softly, he took her panties between his teeth, tugging them down to her knees and letting them proceed to fall on their own.

Michelle watched his every move and she couldn’t deny how sexy that was. That made her crave for him to take her more and more but she wasn’t oblivious, Peter planned to make this worthwhile and that came with him teasing her tremendously.

Staring intently at her flower, it was perfect in every way. Flowers deserved to be treated with endless amounts of care and love. He planned to do just that. His thumb pressed against her core, massaging the precious area. She shuddered from each stroke. Using his free hand, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving him a better view of clit. Licking his lips, he dived in, immediately sucking her tongue between his teeth. He loved the feeling of her clit twitching against his mouth, he craved each one.

His lips made out with her clitoris wildly, sucking and twirling his tongue around all at once. Reaching up with his hand that wasn’t massaging her clit, he wrapped his palm around her chest, massaging them while he worked her magic flower.

Along with the continuous moans, Michelle kept slapping her hand against the wall. Peter never noticed though, completely invested in pleasuring her. Peter was pleasuring her in all her favorite spots and she was bound to go crazy if he kept it up. She wasn’t used to this, to Peter being this way and she loved every minute of it.

“Oh m- PETER!” She moaned loudly as he licked her sensitive spot. Peter peered up at her, never stopping his process though. A random person would believe he did this for a living from how much of an expert he appeared to be. He smiled against her, enjoying her reactions a little more than he should he. Continuing to hit all her sensitive spots, Peter was determined to have her orgasm. He applied more pressure with his thumb to her clit and rubbed his fingers against her nipple in a slower motion.

Peter didn’t expect it, neither did Michelle. She tried preventing it for long as possible, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in yet. She always seemed to find a challenge in something but this happened to be in Peter’s favor. As Peter went for another lick, Michelle climaxed all over his tongue.

Pulling himself back, he stood up slowly and stared her in the eyes. Michelle didn’t know how to react after what she’s just done and she couldn’t predict how he’d react. Of all the times he’s given her head, she doesn’t recall climaxing on him. They watched each other intently, neither of them moving an inch.

Then he did something she didn’t expect. His tongue licked around his lips before he moved in, closing the space between them, leaning close to her ear, “we should do that more often.” in a sexual tone. It was in that moment that Michelle realized she was completely and utterly fucked and they haven’t even gotten to the actual fucking part yet.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest as his hands roamed her body once more. She tried predicting what he would possibly do now because he seemed full of surprises tonight.

“Peter…” she whispered into his ear. “Hm?” He hummed in response, breathing against her ear. Leaning her head back, she was able to get a good view of his face. Around his mouth was sticky from her orgasm but he didn’t seem to mind. Looking up into his eyes, he had been staring back, awaiting her to finish what she had to say. “Fuck me, please.” She breathed out. With no hesitation, Peter unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off along with his boxers. His member poked out as soon as it was released from its shackles, ready for entry into paradise. His arms wrapped around her waist and unexpectedly he grasped her ass in his hands causing her to gasp.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, I do.”

Nodding, he pressed a quick but soft kiss against her lips. His strength came into play, lifting her up, he entered her as she wrapped her legs around him. They both gasped at the same time. Michelle has been craving him for weeks and after all this time, she finally got him. Peter slid his hands down underneath her thighs and began pumping in and out of her. Her insides were tight against him as it had been during their first time.

Her hands grasped onto his hair, gripping onto it but not to the point where he was in pain, well not anymore at least. They’ve had sex plenty of time where Michelle would be so into it, she’d yank on his hair. He hated it at first but after a good few times, he had grown used to it. The kinky part of him actually liked it but he’d never admit that to her. She’d never let him live it down. “Ye- ooh- yess!” she moaned loudly. Peter would’ve tried to convince her to quiet down before she got them caught but he could care less at the moment.

The way she began moving with him at a quicker pace, forcing him to speed up with her. She bounced up and down aggressively and Peter couldn’t deny how much he loved when she got like this.

By now the sounds of their skin slapping against each echoed throughout the room. Peter was almost certain the entire theater could hear it, including the ones where the movies were currently playing. He continued regardless, thrusting into her roughly, how she loved it. Each thrust, a loud moan escaped past her faint pink coated lips.

Arching against him, her eyes rolled back. She had creamed against his length and he wasn’t far behind. Pressing her back against the wall, one of her legs dropped down, the other held up by him. He jerked himself inside and out repetitively, his legs growing weaker with each movement.

Michelle cried out in pleasure with each thrust. “Fuck!” Peter moved his face in, pressing his lips against hers. His free hand gripped her waist and brung her into him. “Mi- I love you!” He cried out against her lips as he finally released.

They stood there for a few moments trying to catch their breathes before they separated from each other. Michelle pulled on her clothes, trying to fix herself without staring at a reflection in the mirror. Peter never removed his shirt, pulling his jeans up, he button his pants and ran his fingers through his hair to make it appear as if it was this way purposely and not because his girlfriend pulled his hair during sex.

Once all fixed up, Michelle pushed herself up against him, smiling brightly. Peter laughed, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “That was amazing.” She admitted, lacing her hands with his. “I agree.”

Her smile turned into a smirk. “How about we head home and do that again?” Peter was drained at the moment but the short journey home would give him enough of a break to proceed with another round. Plus, he couldn’t just turn her down, especially when he wanted it just as much.

Pressing a kiss on her cheek, he smiled cheekily. “Of course, lets go.” They headed out the closet, grabbing their items they dropped along the way. When they opened the door, they halted and stared down. There stood a boy, who couldn’t be any younger than nine, staring at them confused. “What are you doing?” He questioned, peering past them into the closet.

Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously, not sure what to say. Michelle smiled evilly, leaning towards the little boy. “The thing your parents do when they think you’re sleep.” She said, the smile never leaving her lips. The little boy looked lost in thought for a moment before he realized what she meant and quickly backed away. “I’m telling!” He shouted, running off to find his parents.

Peter eyes widened as he looked at the little boy run off. “Why did you do that?” “Because it was fun.” “He’s a kid.” “Live a little, now let’s go so I can release a little bit more frustration on you.” She smiled seductively, walking towards the exit. Peter laughed, following close behind. God, how did he get so lucky?

[spideychelleforever]

MJ is telling Peter about her day when she notices his responses get a little less involved, and he stops asking so many questions. She looks at him, ready to snark about how he’s not listening, only to stall when she sees him making the dopiest gooey eyes at her, resting his face in one of his hands.

Not one to pass up the opportunity for snark, MJ snorts. “Gee, Parker, not one for paying attention to your lady, are you?”

Peter barely reacts. “Oh, I’m paying attention to her, alright,” he happily sighs.

MJ scoffs, trying to hide her giddiness. “I’m more than a pretty face, loser.”

“Yeah, you are,” Peter nods, “you’re also a brilliant woman who should throttle that lady from economics the next time she treats you or your department like trash.”

“... so you were paying attention,” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“You might say that,” Peter sneered.

MJ responded by smooching him.

And lazily pushing him off the sofa’s edge where he’d been sitting.

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[doctor243]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf Chapter 7

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

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker

AO3

The blaring of an alarm clock and a pounding headache woke MJ up from a restless sleep. Some weird dream involving marshmallows, tea and a spatula. She slapped a hand on the ‘off’ button and curled deeper into her blankets. But her blankets were too hot; in fact, her entire body seemed too hot. Was she getting sick? She tried clearing her throat but stopped when she realised how dry it was. Yep, she was definitely down with the cold. But the cold had never stopped Michelle Jones from getting to school before, and today wouldn’t be the first. Sliding her blanket off and gingerly placing her feet on the floor, MJ stood up and promptly collapsed.

Okay, maybe today would be the first day after all. No biggie, everyone had sick days. In fact, Peter had sick days where he wasn’t even sick, probably out webbing the world together.

She slid back into bed, making sure to text her Mum that she was calling in sick today, before slipping into much welcomed sleep. Yet it felt like she’d only gotten a second of sleep before she woke up to a thump. Slowly rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she forced a peak over the edge of the bed to find her phone on the floor. Vibrating. Picking it up, she gritted her teeth. Peter Parker. 23 Missed Calls. 317 Text Messages. Had her phone vibrated so much that it fell off her night stand? She was going to throttle the little twerp. Or punch him. In the mouth. With her mouth. Softly.

What time was it even? Looking at the clock, she grit her teeth in frustration. 2 in the afternoon. How did so much sleep feel like so little?

‘MJ where are you?’

‘MJ are you coming to school’

‘MJ it’s second period.’

‘MJ answer me I’m panicking.’

She sighed fondly at her phone, and had just enough energy to type ‘I’m alright, Loser, just sick’ before slipping back into slumber.

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‘Who the fuck,’ she thought with a grumble as she wrapped the blankets around her shoulders and begrudgingly trudged to the door, from which a relentless pounding was emanating. ‘I swear if it’s anyone other than Peter freaking Parker, I’m going to commit homicide. And if it is him-’

“Um…hey, it’s Peter Parker.” A hesitant voice called out from behind her front door.

‘-I’m gonna commit suicide.’ Mustering her most annoyed face, she opened a crack in the door and peaked out.

“How’d you know where I live?” She glared.

It seemed to work, as his frame visibly shrank.

“Um…I’m Spider-man?”

She narrowed her eyes further. This was too easy and too much fun.

“And you use your genetically enhanced abilities and multi-million-dollar suit to stalk me?”

“What?? No!” Liar.

“Geez relax, I was kidding,” she sniffed, pulling back and opening the door for him to enter. His eyes immediately started to shine like stars and she had to hold her smile back. “What’d you come here for anyways?”

“I got some tea for you,” he gulped, reaching into his backpack for a package of tea leaves that he’d probably swung an hour south for. “After I heard you were sick I-”

“You mean after I texted you,” she interrupted, staring at him straight in the eyes.

“Ok, yeah after you texted m-”

“After you bombed my phone with 23 calls and 317 texts.” Her gaze was unwavering. This was definitely too easy.

“I was worried!” He argued. “I’ve never seen you miss school and-”

“While I was asleep.” She could see his cheeks flush as his eyes darted around, looking at anything but her face. Why do you have to be so delightfully adorable when you’re nervous, Peter Parker?

She watched the clogs in his brain work furiously to find an exit from this predicament while she inwardly chuckled. Finally, he gingerly offered the bag of tea to her, smiling shyly. “I got you a book too,” he tried.

She counted to 15, and savoured the look of his conviction slowly diminishing before she rolled her eyes, sighed and let him in.

“What book is it?” She asked, bolting the door and shuffling to the couch – dear God her head was still hurting – and snatched the tea from his outstretched hand.

“Oh it was this tea book that the lady at the store recommended,” he fumbled and pulled it out. “It was on sale and it’s where I knew what tea to buy for a cold. Also the authors name is Mary Jane, but that’s also MJ, so I-” oh dear Peter Parker you wonderful idiot.

“That’s my book.”

“Um, I know,” Peter replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly. “I’m giving it to you.”

“No,” you idiot. She took a breath. “I wrote that book.” At his bewildered silence, she rolled her eyes. “I’m Mary Jane, okay? I couldn’t very put Michelle Jones as the author of a tea book, or everyone’s gonna think it’s a detective novel.”

Silence. It was deafening, and Michelle struggled not to break it. Now her cover was definitely ruined. He was definitely going to laugh and her reputation as the resident hard-ass and–

“You wrote a tea book??” Peter finally squeaked.

“Wow, that’s your takeaway from this?” She rolled her eyes.

“And it’s a bestseller!”

“I’m well aware, thank you very much.”

“Can I have an autograph?”

MJ froze. “Excuse me?” Her hope that he was joking turned to ash when she turned and saw his bright eyes sparkling again. Even glaring at him didn’t work – possibly because of her state of health.

“I mean,” oh Peter. “I’m sure if you’ve written one bestseller you’re gonna write many more in the future,” you magnificent loser. “And since you wrote the book I’m not gonna give it to you, and if I had an autograph I could brag that I was the first to get it.” No human being has the right to be that cute. Go reflect on your actions, Spider-man.

Count to ten, she counselled herself. Fill the kettle. Put it on the stove and turn it on. Grab a sharpie. Count to ten again before you say something you regret.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered. Well fuck you too, brain.

“Wha-what?” He seemed to choke on the frog in his mouth. Ah fuck he heard me.

“I said, ‘you’re lucky I love the tea.’ Now gimme the book.” She replied without missing a beat. As impulsive as her brain had been recently, it had not slowed down any. It might have been increasingly active, if anything. She’d have to mentally prepare herself for these sort of situations when he’d left. But how was one supposed to be prepared for Peter Blessed Parker?

“Ri-right,” he handed her the book, but his mind seemed a million miles away. This was bad. Did she break him?

“You’re such a Loser,” She signed hastily.

“Here you go, Loser,” she grumbled.

“Thanks,” he smiled, returning to Earth. Was that fondness in his smile? He stared at it for a minute before blinking. “Oh yeah I’ve got some homework for you from Chem and some class notes from History today.” He pulled the respective worksheets from his bag as he stuffed the tea book back in. “Ned says hi, but he couldn’t come cuz he has to help his mum cook.”

“Hmm,” She hummed. She took the stuff from him before plopping on the couch and studying them intently. Or she tried. Even as she glared at the words on her paper, the only space left in her brain from her headache were occupied by the adorable Spiderling sitting across from her.  

“Anyways I’d love to stay and try the tea but I really gotta go,” Peter spoke up, getting up. “Cuz I gotta get some web hours in before dinner tonight.”

“Oh um, ok,” MJ looked up, trying her hardest not to seem disappointed, before something struck her as unacceptable. “Hold up, did you really just say ‘web hours’?”

“Yep see you get well soon bye!!” He chirped and closed the front door behind him, leaving a stunned MJ with a stack of papers in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right. She couldn’t go back to sleep.

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[spiderman-homecomeme]

Situation 23, sentence 6. Congrats on the followers you flawless angel-- you deserve them more than anyone I know

bless all of u omg 💖 @spideychellefics @seek-rest @you-guys--are-losers and anon, thank you so much!! I went ahead and combined all of these, and tried to work in the situations! I thought they all fit pretty well together! And once again, I can’t write anything under 500 words, so here’s about 730-ish words of some moody fluff

Hope you enjoy!!!

also, I guess beware of Good Omens spoilers???

Situation(s): 8 - After working for six hours straight, 13 - Someone does something stupid, and 23 - miserable/in a bad mood

Sentence: 6 - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s up for debate.”

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“Are you still mad at me?”

It’s a dumb question, and Peter knows this as soon as it leaves his mouth. MJ’s eyes flash up to meet his as she aggressively turns the next page of her book, fixing him with a pointed glare. She says nothing else as she looks back down. 

So, that would be a yes.

Okay, maybe it was a bad idea, but he couldn’t help it. She was at work all day, and he was bored. What was he supposed to do? Just sit there?

Yes. Yes, according to his girlfriend that is exactly what he should have done instead of watching the last episode of Good Omens without her. 

She’d just come in from a particularly grueling six hour shift waiting tables at a pretty upscale restaurant where some asshat only tipped a measly two dollars on a hundred dollar tab. She knew she wasn’t the most bubbly person in the world and she can come off as rather aloof when she doesn’t mean to be, but a two-percent tip?? She didn’t think anyone deserved that.

In fact, most customers seemed to not realize what twenty percent actually was.

At this point, she’d be paying those damn unsubsidized loans until she’s eighty.

She tells him all of this, her feet propped up on his lap as they lounge on the couch, Peter listening intently as he pulls up his Amazon prime account on the TV. He doesn’t know how he gets away with it at first, and he thinks he does a pretty good job of pretending to be seeing everything for the first time as she is, making sure to gasp at the right times, laugh at all the good jokes he’d heard just hours before. 

But perhaps his downfall was when he was actually dumb enough to reference the whole Aziraphale-Crowley switcheroo moments before it’s revealed.

And so, here they were, MJ sat poised in the oversized recliner, nose buried in the pages of a book, blatantly ignore her boyfriend and any of his attempts to connect with her. 

Peter watches her from his spot on the couch, pouting. He tries clearing his throat, nothing. His dejected, melodramatic sigh falls on deaf ears. In his final, valiant attempt to gain MJ’s attention, he moves to kneel next to her, his chin resting on his hands as he leans on the arm rest. 

He gives her a playful poke.

“Hey Mrs. Grumpy Gills—” 

“—You finish that sentence and I’m breaking up with you.”

Peter’s mouth snaps shut, and he looks up at her with wide, puppy-dog eyes. 

The faintest, tiniest twitch of a smirk can be seen on her lips, but then again, he might be seeing things. 

He waits, thinking that maybe he’s finally cracked her, but is only met with more silence. He groans in exasperation. “I swear, I thought you said you read the book! I didn’t know!”

“I said I wanted to read it.”

“MJ, I’m sooooooorry.”

“Are you?” She asks pointedly, quirking a brow, eyes not moving from the page she’s on.

“Yes!” His voice goes up a few octaves in his desperation. “I am so sorry!”

He doesn’t know if MJ’s accepted the apology or not, but she seems to have taken pity on his groveling, and he even sees that hint of a smile come back. “Okay, fine. Whatever.”

“You’re not mad anymore?” He asks eagerly.

Her impassive expression doesn’t change. “Oh, no I’m still mad.”

“Oh…” He sits back on his heels, before perking up. “But you’re not breaking up with me?”

She can’t help but let out a laugh. “No, loser.”

“Good.” He smiles, tilting his head at her, eyes sparkling. “Still love me?”

It’s then that her eyes still, and she sighs. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you?” She pauses, cocking her head to the side, lips pursed in deep contemplation. After a moment, she finally looks down at him. “That’s still up for debate.”

Peter leans up, planting a chaste kiss against her lips. “I’ll take it.” 

She smiles at him as they both pull away, and she places a tender hand against his cheek. “But call me ‘Mrs. Grumpy Gills’ again, and we’re gonna have a problem.”

[spideyxchelle]

tagged by these two absolute gems @seek-rest and @spiderman-homecomeme

rules: post the last line you have written and tag as many people as there are words in that line. 

He cautiously bent down to retrieve the paperwork. 

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[wheeooh]

When my favorite blogs reblog my stuff 

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[peterparkersimaginarygf]

Thanks for tagging me @forasecondtherewedwon @actualdpshuri and @theslytherinterran

17 (14) questions and tag 17 people

Nickname: Mimi

Height: 5ft 7

Zodiac: Libra ♎️

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Last Thing I Googled: Lyrics to a song

Song Stuck in My Head: Back to Black-Amy Winehouse

Following: 57

Followers: 18

Amount Of Sleep: 7-8 hours

Lucky Number: 7 or 13

Dream Job: Forensic Pathologist

Instruments: Piano and Flute (does singing count as an instrument)

Random Fact: I can shake my eyes and move my bottom lashes.

Aesthetic: pastel/eighties/seventies/vintage

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[thorongil82]

Tagged by @parallelmarvel

Author Name: Thorongil82 across FFN, AO3 and Tumblr

Fandom You Write For: How To Train Your Dragon, MCU (mainly Spider-Man), Miraculous Ladybug, Big Hero 6, Pokémon, Kung Fu Panda

Where You Post: FFN and AO3, with some reposted on Tumblr (at this stage - may post some more. Also one on FictionPress)

Most Popular One-Shot: Finding Treasure (MCU Spider-Man) on AO3. A Shoulder To Cry On (Big Hero 6) on FFN

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: HTTYD: Watching the Movie (How To Train Your Dragon) on FFN. Silver Rings For A Web Of Love (MCU Spider-Man) on AO3

Favourite Story You Wrote: I haven’t done too much with a lot of my stories. Probably the one I’ve got the best idea going forwards on, that I’d love to smash out, would be Curse of the Dragonheart (How To Train Your Dragon) which I’ve posted on both AO3 and FFN. Not that it’s finished. Same with HTTYD: Watching the Movie, which I do need to finish.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I’m never really nervous about posting anything. Seriously. I don’t know if that’s just confidence or apathy, but that’s the way I roll.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Generally either a play on words that basically deals with the plot, or a line that I will use pretty early on. Either way, it’s picked before the first chapter is finished.

How Many of Your Stories Are:

Complete: 3 (Though I may update New Years Aftermath)

In-Progress: 9

Coming Soon: I’ve got a couple of Spideychelle one-shots on the way - one with a sad ending, the other is a song soulmate. Otherwise, a couple of original stories in the plans, a cross between HTTYD, Real Steel and Pacific Rim, and a Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds fic. And still continuing all the multi-chap fics that ain’t finished.

Upcoming Story You’re Most Excited to Write: I love all my stories. Of the new ones, I’ve got to say the Spideychelle Soulmate AU is probably the one I look forward to the most.

Do You Accept Prompts: Yes, much as I don’t necessarily say it. I’m more than happy to take a short one, or a 3 sentence fic. I’m also happy taking ideas and/or suggestions for existing stories.

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[spideychelleforever]

Peter: *appears as Spider-Man at one of MJ’s rallies in a harebrained attempt to bring awareness to her cause*

Also Peter: *calls MJ late at night to ask her about her favorite band holding a livestream*

Also Peter: *gets MJ an espresso not even knowing she was up all night*

MJ: ❤️💘💘💘❤️🥰❤️❤️

MJ: *stays up with Peter to binge his favorite cartoon on Disney+ with him and tells him a 40 minute story about a hella dark murder that an episode reminded her of*

Peter:

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[spideychelleforever]

MJ: .... so I passed all my finals.

Peter: WHAT *Peterfail-falls over*

Peter: *hops back up* YES! OMG YES YES YOU DID IT!!!

MJ: *shyly holds her arm with a hand* Thank you!!

Peter: I am so happy for you literally! Amazing!

Peter: You did it while starting a full time job and dealing with it all. Absolutely badass, MJ. You deserve it for busting your ass like you have this semester!

MJ: thank you... *quietly* I try :’)

Peter: No.

Peter: *sits next to her and smiles directly at her*

Peter: You succeed.

MJ:

MJ: *breath is getting really short and she’s fighting so hard* :’)

MJ: *texts Liz* Jesus, I’m... I’m really falling in love with this idiot

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[spideychelleforever]

MJ: Wait, what?

Sam Wilson: He’s on his own right now, if you’re going to assist now’s the ti-

MJ: oh my god MY BABY-*runs to help*

Sam: Did she just call Parker her baby?

Bucky: Yeah, Cap. She did

Sam: ... didn’t know she had it in her.

Bucky: *laughs as they run after her* Yeah. Softie.

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[spideychelleforever]

“Hey Parker, Jones is in love with you!” Flash called.

Peter turned around and froze, before instinctively looking at MJ in surprise. Her eyes, even the one that was partially obscured by her hair, were round with shock, though her face remained as placid as possible.

“April Fooooool’s!” Flash laughed before walking off.

A cascade of emotions ran down Peter’s face before he settled into an “ohh” in an “oh, I get it” way. And he laughed a little. “Flash is more of a doofus than usual on April fools, isn’t he?”

He turned his attention back to MJ, only to notice her expression hadn’t changed. She was still frozen, staring at him, unsure of what to do.

“Peter,” he heard Karen speak up, “Michelle’s heart rate is very high. You should check on her to make sure she’s okay.”

“MJ,” Peter complied, “are you okay?” He got up and scooted closer to her, concern lighting his puppy dog eyes up.

“Peter, her heart rate is getting even faster,” Karen reported.

“You look really nervous. What’s wrong?”

Peter didn’t know that making his voice softer and more concerned was to be frank turning MJ on more and more and that’s why she was self-destructing.

She couldn’t speak, she could only watch in terror.

See, originally, she was worried that Flash had seen it - that he had figured out that she was indeed completely gone for her beloved Peter. And then she was terrified that Peter was laughing off the idea of her loving him, that she meant nothing to him, especially not in a romantic way. And now she was terrified that she was giving herself away. And then she was afraid that she was ruining it. This is not how she ever wanted to profess her feelings for him. Not. At. All. (Not that she had a real plan but...)

Yes, anxiety and fear of her own anxiety was gobbling MJ up like yesterday’s pizza. That, and her own burning affection for her boy.

So with him now sitting directly in front of her, she wanted to scream. To do something to make it stop.

“Was it... are you freaked out by what Flash said?” Peter asked softly.

That was it.

MJ grabbed Peter’s face and kissed him. She fought, and fought, and fought to stay as long as she could before she finally had to let go to catch her breath. It felt better than she could’ve imagined, having his lips on hers, feeling just him and seeing nothing but maybe a smidge of his face through her mostly closed eyes. Nothing but him right now.

She didn’t want to let go, to leave this perfect world. But oxygen demanded she let go and return to the real world. One where he’d tell her he didn’t feel the same, but at least she got several blissful moments where she just had him and nothing and nobody else.

What she wasn’t expecting, however, was to see Peter’s eyes blissfully closed and slowly opening once she opened hers. She definitely wasn’t expecting a little smile to curl up on that adorable little face.

And she definitely wasn’t expecting him to grab her face and kiss her.

This time, her eyes couldn’t even close, they were so wide with shock. Even if it felt even better this time, she couldn’t comprehend that now Peter Parker was kissing her. Kissing her... enthusiastically.

He let go, and now she was gaping at him, breathless.

“This is not an April fools joke,” Peter immediately huffed, a smile returning to his face. “I... I really wanted that. And I.. I really want you too.”

MJ wanted to throw up. But in a good way, if there was such a way. She wanted to scream. But she couldn’t, so she just stared at him, regaining her breath.

“Flash is stupid,” she finally mustered.

“Yeah, he is,” Peter laughed. “But he got me a kiss from the girl I really like, so...”

He really likes me, she repeated in her head. Something squirmed inside her and ended at her mouth, which curved into a grin.

“Well, he’s still not coming to our wedding,” MJ snarked, before she swore in a panic realizing what she’d just said. “No-now-now I’m just kidding I’m not saying we’re-oh my god that was So weird I’m so sorry-“

“Oh my god,” Peter laughed, smiling, “no oh god it’s okay I just-it’s okay! Really!”

They were spluttering over each other, but it eventually bled into laughing about the complete ridiculousness of what MJ said.

They agreed it was a bit too early to be planning the wedding. But it wasn’t too early to plan to go out for coffee that night as a first date. Yes, they’re both fools, but they’re fools in love. So what can you do?

This is for dear @miranduh1 ❤️

Tagging: my crush @you-guys--are-losers my love @spiderman-homecomeme my dear @theslytherinterran @spideyxchelle @spideychellefics @spideychelle-romanogers @peterjonesparker @suplosers @here-be-spideychelle @acastleintheair @lovely-iris-west-allen @seek-rest @thorongil82 @tare8chan @sodafizzyart

[spideychelleforever]

Peter and MJ: *are sitting together watching TV*

Ned: *comes in and sits in a nearby chair*

Ned: So did you guys do it?

Peter and MJ: *SPITTAKE*

Peter: WHAT!!?

MJ: NO!

Peter: WE DID NOT-

MJ: DID WHAT?!?

Peter: THAT’s-

MJ: RIDICULOUS WE DIDN’T-

Ned: OKAY OKAY GEEZ! Okay I’ll log into Netflix myself! CHRIST!

Peter and MJ:

Peter and MJ: ... right /_\

Ned: *annoyed, genuinely unaware of anything*

Ned: MJ are you okay? Your voice sounds kinda... hoarse or something

MJ: *blood turns cold* Yep I’m good

Peter and MJ:

Tagging: my crush @you-guys--are-losers my love @spiderman-homecomeme my dear @theslytherinterran @spideyxchelle @spideychellefics @spideychelle-romanogers @peterjonesparker @suplosers @here-be-spideychelle @acastleintheair @lovely-iris-west-allen @wandrlust-stark @miranduh1 @thorongil82 @seek-rest @sodafizzyart