EEEEEEE! This Was So Cute, Thank You!

EEEEEEE! This was so cute, thank you!

Hello, do you take spideychelle requests? If so, I was wondering if you could write something small where Peter and Mj are willing to try the iconic upside-down kiss™ but while getting in position, Peter accidentally leans forward and softly kisses Mj on the nose... Then maybe Michelle gets flustered because her whole face tickles... Take all the time you need if you are going to write this! Thank you!!!

Hey Darling, I don’t usually write these two but the prompt was too cute to pass up. I hope you like it :3

Summary: After being saved and kissing him as Spider-Man, Mj wants to do the Spider-Man kiss again. But this time with Peter Parker.

Peter landed on the roof in a crouch in his Spider-Man suit and surveyed the city. The teen loved evenings like this, the sun setting in the distance and the temperature slowly cooling. Closing his eyes for a moment the teen took a deep breath before letting his eyes open slowly. "Peter it's almost curfew," Karen said softly. "Tell him I'm on my way Karen," Peter said with a smile. Since being adopted by Tony he'd been given stricter curfews on weekdays. It was Mental Health, School, then Spider-Man. Not that Peter minded. Smiling wider Peter stood and let himself fall back, catching himself with a web at the last second. He swung up with a whoop and waved as he swung past a couple of excited kids.

As he swung home the teen kept his eyes open for any trouble when he saw a teenage girl turn into an alleyway. The teen swung closer to make sure she walked through it okay. He always did this whenever he was out on patrol, if anyone went through an alley way he would watch over them. He wanted people to be safe and get home. This girl was different though, it was his girlfriend Mj. The teen was about to call out to her when a big man stepped out of the shadows, causing Mj to come to an abrupt stop. He towered over her with a twisted smile, knife clearly held in his hand. Mj saw the knife from the corner of her eye and backed away slowly. "Sorry," she said turning to go only for another man go walk towards her, blocking the exit. He too towered over her and had the same twisted grin. He look unarmed but Mj knew he was probably hiding his weapon. "Where you going?" The second man asked. "Are you lost baby girl," the first man said, reaching out to grab her.

Just then the second guy went down with a shout. Mj jumped aside just as Spider-Man swung in and landed a kick on the first guys chest and sending him down. "Are you okay?" Peter asked and Mj simply nodded, the situation and shock finally catching up to her. Peter wasted no time wrapping an arm around her waist and held her close as he shot a web and swung up. Mj let out a scream and wrapped herself around Peter like a koala. She hated swinging through the city it made her feel dizzy and gave her a little motion sickness, but she had to admit she felt much safer right now.

A few minutes later Peter landed at the entrance of an ally near Mj's house and gently set her down. "You okay?" He asked. "I am now, thank you," she smiled. "All in a day’s work," Peter smiled, glad she wasn't hurt. "Peter," Karen said in warning. "I'm coming Karen," the teen said, "sorry Mj I better go." He shot a web onto the fire escape. "Spider-Man wait!" Mj called, watching as he came back and hung in front of her upside down. "What's wrong?" He asked. Mj bit her lip and paused before stepping forward, gently pulling Peters mask off to his nose and cupping his face. "Mj What are you-" He was cut off as lips softly kissed his own. Peter felt butterflies erupt in his stomach and found himself chasing the lips when they pulled away. He felt Mj smile before she pulled away and his eyes fluttered open to see hers do the same. "Thank you," she smiled, both letting out a yell of surprise as the rain suddenly came down. "Always," Peter smiled, watching as Mj ran to her front door. "Peter?" Tony's voice said making him jump. "Sorry Dad, I'm on my way," the teen said hurriedly, pulling his mask down and swinging home with a smile. ~~ The next morning Peter set up snacks and drinks in the living room, his textbooks and homework waiting beside them. "What you doing there kiddo?" Tony asked, slight amusement in his voice. "Just getting ready for mine and Mj's study date," Peter answered with a small smile. With a smile of his own Tony pulled the teen into a hug and kissed the top of his head, Peter melting into the warmth and purring slightly as he nuzzled into his Dad’s chest. The two stood like that for five minutes before FRIDAY reminded Tony he had a meeting to get to. “Okay Fri,” the man smiled before looking at his son, “Okay bug I gotta go, but I’ll be back for lunch okay?” “Okay Dad,” Peter replied, smiling up at him, “love you.” “Love you too bambino,” Tony smiled, kissing his forehead before giving him one last squeeze and heading off.

A few minutes later the elevator pinged and Mj walked in with a smile, Peter smiling when he saw her. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hey,” she greeted, kissing him on the cheek. “You ready to study?” Peter asked. “Sure, but can we try something first?” Mj asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “Uh sure,” Peter said, feeling a little nervous himself. “I was wondering if we could try the Spider-Man kiss again. Since my life isn’t in danger now,” she giggled slightly, Peter joining in. “Uh yeah sure,” Peter smiled nervously, “should I get the suit or...” “I’d rather kiss you as Peter Parker,” Mj replied, making the boy blush and stutter about running to get his web shooters.

Once Peter was armed and ready with his web shooters he jumped onto the ceiling and lowered himself on a web. “Hey,” he greeted when he and Mj were eye to eye. “Hey,” she giggled. Peter lowered himself a little more and leaned forehead, only for his lips to land on Mj’s forehead instead of her lips. Mj flushed and gently cupped her hands around Peter’s cheek and head. “These are my lips genius,” she whispered gently pressing their lips together, both smiling into the kiss.

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.

Clint: have you met my Russian assassin girlfriend, Nat?

Kate: and what's Nat short for?

Clint: I don't think vodka makes you grow much...

I can't explain how much I want autistic!Michelle Jones x ADHD!Peter Parker...

Hiya, I was wondering if you could do 17 from the kissing list with Clint and Natasha? I'm not sure if you take clintasha requests but if you do thank you! Take all the time you need 💕

I actually take requests for pretty much anything. They don’t even have to involve Natasha.

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

*Clint and Natasha were on a mission. They’d been tailing the enemy for an hour, and he was starting to get suspicious. Clint did the first thing that came to mind and kissed her.*

Natasha: *whispering* What are you doing?

Clint: *also whispering* Keeping our covers from being blown! You’re welcome. 

Natasha: We could have done any number of things to throw him off of our trail. Why did you kiss me? 

Clint: I panicked, okay? I did the first thing that came to mind.

Natasha: The first thing that came into your mind was to kiss me?

Clint: Well, yeah. That’s the first thing that comes into my mind anytime I see you. Honestly, it was long overdue. 

Natasha: I think he’s still suspicious, we better kiss again. 

*Natasha kissed Clint again.*

Natasha: In fact, I have a feeling he’ll be suspicious of us a lot in the future.

Natasha: [sees a dog]

Natasha: [high-pitched Russian babbling]