Harley: You Look Absurd In That Suit.

Harley: You look absurd in that suit.

Tony: I have apples.

Tony: do you want an apple?

Love it, it's too cute!!

Hi, are you taking spideychelle requests? If so, could you write one where Michelle gets her wisdom teeth removed? If not, that's perfectly fine! Take all the time you need ♥

I am taking requests! Spideychelle art and fic requests, actually! I hope you don’t mind this, but I’m gonna use this as an excuse to develop Peter and MJ’s relationship in my Spiderverse, because I haven’t written about them in a while. 😅

Peter lay underneath the cozy blanket on the couch, scrolling through his social media on his phone.

Although he wasn't too active on his social media, he still used his Instagram as a good opportunity to post his photos.

Most of them were of him and his friends, but a few others were of the New York skyline or some photos he discreetly captured while talking to the police, of blurred police cars with their lights flashing red and blue, and some of his favorite Spider-Man photos he sent to The Daily Bugle.

He tilted his head in confusion when his phone pinged, a text from MJ popping up on his screen.

MJ (partner-in-crime): "Hey, nerd, can you and Mr. Murdock or May come to pick me up at the dentist in forty-five minutes to an hour? I have wisdom tooth surgery today, and neither my mom nor aunt can pick me up."

Peter instantly opened the full window, typing his response into the little screen.

Peter (Spider-Boy): "Sure, is it the one across from Burger Frog?"

MJ (partner-in-crime): "That's the one."

Peter (Spider-Boy): "Yeah, sounds good. I'll call Matt and ask him to take me. I think May's out with her bf or something.."

MJ (partner-in-crime): "Alright, great. I'll see you then."

Peter smiled a small smile before pulling up Matt's contact to call him.

"Hey, Pete, what's up?" The older Mutant greeted on the other line.

Peter grinned when he heard his godfather. "Hey, Matt. MJ just texted me. She's at the dentist to get her wisdom teeth removed... She asked if we could go pick her up in about forty-five minutes to an hour or so? I mean, I don't wanna ask May because I know she has that new boyfriend of hers, and...well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at his features when Matt chuckled.

"Yeah, I can see what Foggy's up to around that time, Pete. I'll call you when it's getting closer to the time we need to pick her up, okay?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Matt," Peter said. "I'll see you soon."

"Gotcha, Little Red. I'll see you soon," Matt said, laughing, as Peter groaned into a couch cushion.

"Matt, please, for the love of everything good in this world, stop calling me that," he begged, embarrassed.

He chuckled. "I'll see you soon, Pete."

"See you soon, Godfather Matt," Peter said, grinning smugly when the man sighed.

"Never letting that one down, are you?"

"Nope."

"Right. Well, I'll see you later, squirt," Matt chuckled.

"Bye, Matt," Peter said, before hanging up the phone.

He rolled over, and flopped down onto his back, keeping his body covered by the blanket, leaving only his head peeking out from the soft material.

He knew that MJ was a bit nervous about the dentist, mainly because she burned through anesthesia faster than a normal person would, and the offices scared her in general. Always had.

Peter looked over towards his bedroom, which remained unoccupied throughout June, and he sat up, flinging the blanket off of his body.

He padded into his room, already shedding his blue plaid button-up, white t-shirt, jeans, belt, shoes, and socks in favor of changing into his blue and red Spider-Man suit.

He snapped his Web-Shooters onto his wrists with a  barely audible click! before climbing out onto the fire escape. He closed his window behind him before shooting a strand of webbing out at the building across from him and swinging off into the late morning.

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Peter anxiously bounced his knee as he sat in one of the chairs within the dentist's office waiting room, one hand anxiously gripping his damaged thigh in case a painful flare-up hit him. So far, he was doing okay, but being surrounded by so many people was making him on edge.

"Hey." Matt, who was sitting next to him, gently squeezed his hand. "It's okay. She'll be out soon."

"I know how much she hates these places," he murmured in a hushed voice.

"You know her better than anyone, don't you," Matt said, leaning back against his chair, one leg crossed over the other, cane leaning against the two chairs.

"Michelle Jones?" The receptionist called in a friendly voice when she stepped out from the hallway, making Peter stand up.

"I-I'm here for, uh...Michelle Jones." He gestured to both him and Matt. "We-we both are." His blue eyes narrowed in on the Inhibitor bracelet that was tightly fastened around her wrist and making his anger boil inside him.

Matt stood up half a second later, placing a hand on the sixteen-year-old's shoulder and making him look back at him. He gave him a tight-lipped, although defeated, smile to try and calm him down enough to see his best friend.

"Follow me, please," she said, snapping Peter out of his angry stupor.

The two Mutants followed her into a sterile room with a white hospital bed, beige walls, and white tile flooring.

Peter grinned when he saw MJ sitting on the bed, fiddling with her Inhibitor bracelet. "Hey, Red."

MJ's dark, cocoa brown eyes focused on her best friend when her head snapped up. She smiled at him, a bit dopily because of the sedation that he knew would wear off soon.

"Pe'her? 'S tha' you?" She asked, cocking her head in innocent confusion.

"Yeah, 's me," he said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "You ready to ditch this place?"

"Hull yuh," she said around the gauze in her mouth. She tried to stand up, but her legs were wobbling so badly that she practically fell into Peter, who instantly caught her by her biceps.

She flung her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, pushing him against the bed. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, smiling dopily at him. "Missed yuh, Pe'her. We gon' go home now?"

"Just as soon as Matt checks us out," Peter laughed, a bit confused as to why she hadn't burned through the anesthesia yet.

"By the time you get home, Michelle, you'll be able to take the gauze out," the nurse said. "Your mouth would be almost completely healed, thanks to your enhancements."

"'S right. 'M badass," MJ said, giving Peter a lopsided smirk as she curled her hand into fists, showing the two divets in between her knuckles to them.

Peter smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, you are."

"The anesthesia's going to wear off in thirty minutes to an hour, so make sure you keep an eye on her during that time before she completely comes to her senses," the nurse continued.

"Ohhhhh... You got the really good stuff, didn't you?"

"Mmmmm-hmm. Real gud shtuff," MJ murmured, burying her face into his neck again. "Look a' me, Pe'her. 'M a koala."

Peter felt his face heat up, as the nurse gave him a warm smile. 

"She loves you very much, I can tell," she said, letting Matt sign the braille paperwork for her to discharge her.

Peter instantly looked back at MJ, his face and ears reddening in embarrassment.

MJ lifted her head, letting her nose brush against his before nuzzling her head under his chin again.

Peter suspects they must have been quite a sight when Matt led them out of the room, and into the front of the building where a few people waiting in chairs for their appointments gave them kind smiles before averting their gazes when they noticed MJ's Inhibitor.

Peter swallowed the growl rising in his throat, just as MJ flashed everyone the Inhibitor bracelet around her wrist.

"Yeah, I got supherphowers, so what?" She clung against her best friend, who gave her an awed look. "'M still badass, right, Pe'her?"

"Absolutely," he said, carrying her out to where Foggy Nelson, Matt's best friend, was waiting in his car for them.

"C'n I drive?" She asked in excitement.

"Absolutely not," Matt chuckled, making her stick her lower lip out in a pout.

Peter helped her inside the backseat of the car, barely able to help buckle her in before she was trying to wriggle into his lap.

"M-MJ, c'mon you gotta get buckled in," Peter laughed, his voice constricted, as she hugged him tightly.

"Noooooo. Yur all waaaarm..." She nuzzled her face into his neck again, and he sighed, shifting his position a bit to try and accommodate the added weight, and to prevent MJ from hitting her head on the ceiling of the car.

Matt murmured something to Foggy, which made Peter try to listen in on the conversation.

"What're they doing back there?"

"MJ's trying to make out with your godson," Foggy snickered, making Peter snort.

"Seriously, guys?" He sighed, shaking his head, as he focused his eyes on MJ, who was trying to pull her cherry-red hair out of its ponytail. "Hang on, Red, lemme get that." Peter sat up straighter to try and help pull the hair tie out without pulling her hair, as she thumped her head against his shoulder once more.

"Thamk yuh, Pe'her..." she murmured, as her hair fell in frizzy ringlets over her back.

"You're welcome, MJ," he said softly, as Foggy drove them back to Peter's place.

Nothing else eventful happened on the way there, except for the occasional, silly comment MJ gave Peter that made him laugh or roll his eyes affectionately.

Her mouth had started to heal a bit more on the way there, and she started to move her numbed tongue around in her mouth.

"You okay?" He asked, to which she shook her head.

"Nooo... I can't feel muh mowth," she whined petulantly.

"Well, you had to get your wisdom teeth out, so that's why your mouth's numb," Peter replied, feeling his body lock up when she tightened her hold around his waist with her legs.

"Why'd yuh take m' teef, Pe'her?" She asked in an accusatory tone, which would have been more threatening if she wasn't doped up on enhanced pain meds, and lisping.

"I didn't take your teeth, Red," he reassured, making her huff in annoyance.

"Then who did?" She demanded, her dark, cocoa eyes staring into his bright blue ones.

"The dentist did," he said calmly. "They were hurting your other teeth, so the dentist had to take them out."

"Oh. They got evacu'ated?" She asked, partially understanding what the Mutant was saying.

"Yeah, they evacuated," he snickered, pressing his forehead against hers, and making her hum.

"'S rude o' them t' leave like that," she muttered, glancing back when Matt was unable to contain the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth. "'Ey! 'S true!"

"We believe you, Michelle," Matt chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, guys, we're here," Foggy said when he pulled in front of Peter's apartment.

"Keep an eye on her, Pete," Matt advised, looking back at the two enhanced teenagers.

"I will, Matt, I promise." He gently nudged the underside of MJ's thigh with his knee. "C'mon, Em, we're here. You gotta let me up."

She squeezed him tighter. "No."

"I'll pick you up as soon as I get out, I promise," he reassured, smiling at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him before relenting and sliding off his lap and onto the seat next to him. She folded her arms over her chest, watching him push the car door open and climb out.

"C'mon, MJ," he said, holding his hand out to her. "As soon as we get inside, we can get that gauze out, and I'll make you a pizookie, yeah?"

"Wha's a pi'ookie?" She asked, letting him help her out of the car.

"Half-baked chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream," he explained, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, and legs around his waist as she had done before.

"Hmm...Sounds good," she murmured, as Peter pushed the car door close with his free hand, the other resting on the small of MJ's back to keep her close to his body.

"Thanks, Mr. Nelson. I'll see you later, Matt," Peter said, as Matt ruffled his hair gently.

"You take care of her, squirt," Matt advised, smiling.

"I will. I always do," he reassured, smiling.

MJ waved at the two before Peter carried her into the lobby of the apartment.

He used the stairs to head up to the eighth floor, thanks to the elevator acting shitty for the past couple of weeks, MJ still clinging to his body.

Once he was outside his apartment door, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his keys, just as MJ twirled the keyring around one finger.

"Lookin' for these?" She asked, smiling innocently.

Peter rolled his eyes, smiling, as he took the keys off her finger and unlocked the door. 

He carried MJ into his apartment, and instantly let her flop down onto the couch, wrapping herself up in his blanket before he could close and lock the door.

"Th' blanket smells like you," she pointed out, nuzzling her face into it.

He smiled before walking towards her. "You want me to get the gauze out of your mouth?"

"Why d' I have gauze in muh mowth?" She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Because they had to take the spots of your wisdom teeth," he told her, letting her sit up, wrapped in his blanket, mouth parted in a little "O".

"They turned muh teef into gauze?" She asked, shocked, as Peter silently cursed himself for not getting any of this on tape.

"No, they took your wisdom teeth out, and they had to put gauze in your mouth so your mouth wouldn't start bleeding before we came to pick you up," he explained.

MJ felt around her mouth with two fingers to pull out the strips of gauze, drenched in saliva and clumped together with dried blood.

Peter grabbed a Kleenex for her to put them in so he could throw them out. "You want me to turn a movie on?" He asked, standing up to throw out the Kleenex.

"Mm-hm," she said, snuggling back into the blanket. "Somethin' dark and depressing. Or hilarious."

Peter shook his head in amusement at her. "Alright, Red, lemme find one." He sat down in front of the movie cabinet his and May's TV rested on, hearing MJ shift her position on the couch.

"You want The Greatest Showman?" He asked, looking back at her when he didn’t receive an answer.

He smiled softly when he saw her wrapped in his blanket, already fast asleep. He knew the anesthesia dentists and doctors now gave enhanced individuals was really strong because of their enhanced metabolisms, and he also knew MJ needed plenty of rest after her surgery.

He headed into the kitchen to start working on their pizookies, smiling to himself when he heard MJ mumbling incoherently in her sleep.

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MJ woke up an hour later to the smell of freshly baked cookies and melting ice cream, and a barely-noticeable ache in her jaw.

She sat up from the couch, groaning as she massaged her jaw. "Morning, sleepyhead," Peter greeted, already sitting at the table, eating his own pizookie.

"Hey, loser..." She stretched, one arm tucked behind her head, the other stretched towards the air. "How long was I out for...?"

"'Bout an hour," he said. "The good stuff wear off yet?"

She nodded. "Yeah, a little. I mean, I'm more coherent than I probably was before I fell asleep, so..." She stood up, and walked towards the kitchen table, slumping down in front of the pizookie Peter had left in front of her. "What's this?"

"Pizookie," he replied. "Half-baked cookie with ice cream," he said, fangs scraping his fork when he took another bite.

MJ gave a small hum, taking her fork in hand, and carefully taking a bite of the homemade treat. "Huh, that's actually pretty good."

Peter grinned. "Thanks, Red Koala."

"What?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, making him snort and cover his mouth.

"Sorry, you, uh.... The first thing you did was hold onto me like how a koala grabs onto a eucalyptus tree, and you called yourself a koala," he explained, making her groan and thump her head against the table.

"I didn't do anything else, right?"

"You thought your wisdom teeth were rude for, and I quote, 'evacuating your mouth', and then you thought the dentist turned them into gauze," he explained, laughing when MJ thumped her head against the table again.

"You better not have gotten that on tape," she warned.

"I wish I did," he laughed, smiling. He watched her sit back up to take another bite of her treat.

"Thanks for, y'know...picking me up, Parker..." She said shyly, her hair partially obscuring her face to hide her scarlet blush.

Peter smiled earnestly at her. "'S no problem, MJ. You would've done the same, anyway."

She nodded, pointing her forkful of pizookie at him. "Damn right."

The two fell silent again, basking in the company of one another, as they finished their pizookies before Peter spoke again.

"Do you really think I should get a tattoo?"

"What?"

Peter shrugged. "You talk in your sleep when you're doped up," he said nonchalantly, making her roll her eyes.

"I mean...if you want to," she said. "As long as it isn't something dumb, and huge."

Peter smiled, and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, eyeing the small notebook he had left on the island counter. 

He'll definitely keep it in mind.

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Of course, I'm good at improv, what do you think I've been doing for the past 16 years of my life. If I had gotten a script for this hell hole I would've talked to someone about it ages ago.

- Peter Parker probably

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What I Write For

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I only write for Female readers, I’m trying to start with gender-neutral readers. 

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No swearing

No romantic family relationships

Types of relationships I write (Reader):

Poly

Femlash

Het

Slash

Family

Non-Binary

Friend

Cargo 

AU’s I write for (Let me know if you have one and I’ll see if I can write it):

High School AU

Body Swap AU

Coffee Shop AU

De-Age Au

Going back in time AU

Future AU

Enemies to lovers AU

Childhood friends AU

Yandere AU

Marvel: Who I write for

X Readers:

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Bruce Banner

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Gamora

Nebula

Peter Quill

Rocket

Goose (Yes, I write for the raccoon so why not the cat?)

Clint Barton

Stephen Strange

Ned Leeds

May Parker

Pepper Potts

Loki Friggason

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Maria Hill

Daisy Johnson (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Jemma Simmons (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Hope Van Dyne

Scott Lang

Cassie Lang

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Gwen Stacy

Miles Morales

Darcy Lewis

May Parker

Ships:

Clintasha (Clint Baton x Natasha Romanoff)

Gwiles (Gwen Stacy x Miles Morales)

Stucky/Starbucks (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Scarlet Vision (Vision x Wanda Maximoff)

Spideychelle (Peter Parker x Michelle “MJ” Jones)

Pepperony (Pepper Potts x Tony Stark)

Black-Pepper (Natasha Romanoff x Pepper Potts)

IronStrange (Tony Stark x Stephen Strange)

IronDad (Father Tony Stark)

SpiderDad (Father Peter B. Parker)

Brutasha (Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff)

Bruce (Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner)

Mama Spider (Mother Natasha Romanoff)

Science Bros (Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)

Stony (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)

Aunt Peggy (Peggy Carter x Tony Stark {Family})

FitzSimmons/Science Twins/Science Babies (Leo Fitz x Jemma Simmons)

CoulSkye (Phil Coulson x Daisy Johnson {Family})

Mayson/Phillinda (Phil Coulson x Melinda May)

Maysy (Daisy Johnson x Melinda May {Family})

Skimmons/BioQuake/SkyJem (Daisy Johnson x Jimma Simmons)

BlackTie (Natasha Romanoff x Phil Coulson {Family})

Romanrogers (Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers)

Winterprincess (Bucky Barnes x Shuri {Friends})

Bowtie (Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

Capsicoul (Steve Rogers x Phil Coulson {Fangirling Coulson})

IronHusbands (Tony Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes)

Winter Falcon (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

SHIELD Wives (Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill)

ScienceShocks (Darcy Lewis x Jane Foster)

Snow Bird (Clint Barton x Loki Friggason)

Sifki (Lady Sif x Loki Friggason)

All Caps (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Barbershop Quartet (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

Black Bowtie (Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

The Avengers Fam (Original 6 Avengers {Family})

Anwin (Edward Jarvis x Ana Jarvis)

Black Thunder (Natasha Romanoff x Thor Odinson {Family})

LangDyne (Scott Lang x Hope Van Dyne)

Science Teens (Peter Paker x Shuri {Friends})

StarMora (Peter Quill x Gamora)

Bucket (Rocket Raccoon x Bucky Barnes {Friends})

Interwebs (Ned Leeds x Peter Parker {Friends})

Agent Widow (Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff)

Nebora (Nebula x Gamora {Sisters})

FOS (Michelle “MJ” Jones x Peter Parker x Ned Leeds {Friends})

World War Threesome (Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Jeggy (Edward Jarvis x Peggy Carter {Friends})

Supreme Family (Peter Parker x Tony Stark x Stephen Strange {Family})

CarterWood (Dottie Underwood x Peggy Carter)

Michelle Jones x Shuri

May Parker x Michelle Jones {Family}

I'm not sure if anyone will send in an ask for this... But I hope :)

(Only marvel characters)

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Send a number + a character and I’ll draw them:

In what they normally wear

In what I’m currently wearing

In a school uniform

In swimwear

In underwear

With no clothes on

In winter clothes

In fancy clothes

Making 3 different expressions

Standing on their hands

With their favorite animal

Hanging out with a friend

Sitting on the couch

Doing something they don’t normally do

Eating

Playing a sport

Beaten up

As a kid/adult

Wearing a funny hat

Sleeping