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THANK YOUUUUU SO MUCH ohhh this is too cute and so sweet, i loved it !! i didn't even mention fluff in my wishlist and yet this is exactly what i wanted haha

thanks for taking the time to write it ! 💖 and happy holidays to you ! xx

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summary: mj has known she was in love with peter since their senior year of high school. when peter asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend for some dumb christmas party, she agrees, and she realises that she’d do anything for him.

warnings: fluff, fake dating, college au

words: 2.3K

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she realised at the beginning of their senior year of high school when on their first day back she was running late cause there was long line at her favourite tea shop and she couldn’t pick up her order, she arrived and found peter waiting for her with a cup in his hands and a dumb grin on his face.

so, of course, when peter runs into the café they always meet up at every two weeks or so when they could spare the time and slams his hands on the table in front of her and heaves out: “i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend at this party”, mj doesn’t even look up from her book when she says, “don’t be stupid.”

peter groans and sits down in front of her. “just hear me out, okay?” he pleads. mj sighs and nods for him to continue, when the waiter comes with tea for her and a cup of coffee for peter. he stared at it funny. “you ordered for me?”

mj felt her cheeks heat up and cleared her throat. “i knew you were going to be late, it’s not a big deal.”

peter just hummed. “anyway, about the girlfriend thing…”

“yes, care to explain that?”

he nodded as he took a sip of his drink. “so you know that prick i was telling you about at my school? brad davis?” the way peter siad his name, dripped with hatred and disdain never failed to make ner laugh.

“uh-huh. with how much you talk about him, i’d think you’re dating,” mj says looking up from her book to give peter a sly grin. he merely rolled his eyes.

mj really had heard all about brad davis. it’s the one consistent thing peter talks about whenever they meet up. the two friends got into different colleges and while peter was off becoming his own person, mj could count on his hatred for brad never changing.

“well,” peter said continuing, “brad davis keeps annoying me about not having a girlfriend and today i guess i snapped. i kinda told him you were my girlfriend? and that you’d be my date to this dumb christmas party he’s throwing this weekend?”

michelle nearly choked on her tea. “why would you do that?”

“i know, i know, the expectation that people in their early twenties should already be in relationships is a product of the toxic societal standards western culture has thrust upon us, but i really wanted to shut brad davis up.”

michelle’s eyes widened as peter went on his tangent because that was the same thing she said to her parents when she had ned and peter over during junior year after they kept asking when they were going to get into relationships. “i said that. you remembered?” she asked scrunching up her nose.

peter shrugged. “of course. i remember everything you say.” michelle felt heat rise up her neck. honestly, this whole loving peter thing was a bit of an inconvenience. “so please, please, please come with me? just to get brad davis off my case.

looking at peter’s pouting face, michelle sighed. “you are so lucky i—” she cut herself off, knowing what she would have said if she wasn’t careful.

“so lucky you what?”

i love you. she doesn’t say this. “so lucky i have nothing better to do this weekend.”

her friend’s eyes widened and a huge smile broke out on his face. “you’re serious? really, you’ll do it?”

“keep asking and i’ll change my mind.”

“oh my god, thank you! you are the best! i love you, you know that right? i will make it up to you and i swear…”

the rest of what peter said was lost to mj. i love you, you know that right? replayed itself over and over in her head. of course she knew he meant it platonically, but the warmth it caused in her chest was undeniable.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting in a subway dressed up in the nicest dress she owned on her way to nyu to pick up her boyfriend for the night.

when she called ned to yell about what she had agreed to (because ned has been mj’s sole confident in everything peter since high school) he just laughed and told her to hope for mistletoe. which was not bad advice. she’d get to kiss peter and brad davis would get to shove it. everybody won.

she arrived at his dorm room and knocked on the door. peter swung the door open with his shirt half-buttoned and jeans unzipped.

he stood there staring at mj not saying anything, his mouth slightly parted. michelle felt her body heat up under his gaze. “uh…you look…” his words died in his throat.

“thank you. you too,” michelle said nodding nervously. peter swallowed.

“uh, i thought i was picking you up,” he said scratching the back of his neck.

michelle shrugged rubbing her arm. “i knew you’d be late.”

peter smiled at that. then he seemed to remember that she was still standing outside. “oh! you can come in. i won’t be long.”

nodding, michelle smiled and followed peter into his dorm. now of course mj had been in his dorm. they’d visit each other on campus as well sometimes. so she was familiar with the layout and took a seat on a chair where a desk sat.

“mj?”

turning around you saw peter’s roommate, harry osborn, staring at you in shock.

“hey, osborn.”

“you know peter told me this whole thing was fake, just to get davis to shut it, so let me give you some advice.”

mj furrowed her eyebrows. “what?”

harry nodded. “you want this to be believable? just act like you always do.”

michelle’s eyes widened. “uhh…i don’t—”

“—trust me.”

peter came out at that moment dressed properly and he cleared his throat. “ready to go…babe?” he added almost as an afterthought. like he was getting used to the weight of the word in his mouth.

“uh, yeah.” michelle stood up, cheeks flaring. “are we doing the pet name thing?”

“i guess so,” peter said shrugging. “unless you don’t want to,” he quickly added.

michelle brushed him off and held an arm out for him. “shall we? babe?”

he hooked his arm with hers. “we shall, darling.”

they walked out the door arm in arm as harry yelled, “be safe kids!”

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was walking arm in arm with him to a party ready to piss off a prick by pretending to be his girlfriend.

the party was, in what mj assumed was, brad’s apartment on campus. it was fancy; way more than mj could ever afford. when they opened the door, they were met with obnoxious music and last minute christmas decorations strewn around. mj wasn’t even sure this was a christmas party. just a party that happened to be taking place at christmas time. this alone made michelle dislike brad even more.

speak of the devil, as if her thoughts summoned him, a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair walked through a sea a people towards them. michelle knew without a doubt that this was brad. she had never met him before, but judging from the confidence so clearly exuded, and the natural douchebag aura he had going for him, she knew this was the guy and so she instinctively wrapped her arm around peter’s waist and chalked up his sharp intake of breath as surprise and not because it was her specifically.

brad greeted peter with a booming, “porker! glad you could make it!” michelle let out an audible groan. great, she thought bitterly, another flash. brad turned his head to her as if just noticing her for the first time. he eyed her skeptically. “wait, are you peter’s girlfriend?”

mj had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. “i am nobody’s anything. peter is my boyfriend.” next to her, michelle saw peter nod along.

brad let out a douchebag laugh that mj was all too familiar with thanks to the four years she spent with flash. “peter was right. you are…feisty.”

michelle’s eyebrow cocked. she isn’t sure how peter sees her, but she is sure that ‘feisty’ is not a word he would to describe her. unless he wanted a punch to the gut.

peter groaned. “i never said that. i said she was her own person.”

“yeah, whatever porker.” brad clapped a hand on peter’s shoulder. “enjoy the party. and merry christmas!”

when he walked away, michelle turned to peter. “i despise him.”

peter chuckled. “join the club. come on,” he took her hand and mj felt sparks shoot up her arm, “let me introduce to my friends.”

“oh, i didn’t know ned was here,” she joked.

“i have other friends, em.”

“sure.”

he led her away to a group of people sitting on a couch. there, she met gwen stacy, felicity hardy and eddie brock. it made sense for peter to have a small group of friends and they were nice. mj liked them.

felicity stood up and offered to get them snacks and she looked at mj with a pointed finger. “vegetarian, right?”

surprised that she knew that, michelle nodded. “yeah…”

felicity sent a wink to peter who was blushing furiously when mj turned to him before heading to the kitchen. he wouldn’t meet her gaze, which michelle found strange. felicity came back with a bowl of chips and the group swapped all the crazy college stories they knew.

at some point, michelle stood up to get a drink and peter decided to join her. they stood leaning against the kitchen counter, each with a beer in hand.

“cheers,” peter said nervously scratching his neck. mj clinked her bottle with his.

“cheers.”

they drank holding hands and facing each other, so whenever someone looked over at them, they looked couple-y. it was peter’s idea.

“can i ask,” michelle asked, taking a sip of her beer, “how did felicity know i was a vegetarian?”

“uh, i may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“why would my diet have come up in a conversation?”

peter groaned loudly. “fine, i talk about you to my friends, no big deal.”

it was a big deal. to michelle at least, because, well, what was peter saying to his friends?

they fell into a comfortable silence after that.

when brad walked passed them, slapping peter’s back, peter cleared his throat and looked at mj. “hey, uh, thanks again for doing this.”

michelle waved him off. “of course. and between you and i, i kind of enjoy having you as a boyfriend. even if it is just for show.”

mj was not a lightweight. she could handle her liquor just fine. but this was nearing her third bottle and the filter between her brain and the rest of her body was slowly disappearing. there was no way she would say any of these things sober. ever.

peter’s eyes widened. “really?” mj nodded. he took a breath. “how drunk are you right now?”

it took her a moment before she responded. “big drunk.”

he stifled a laugh at her. “you gonna remember any of this?”

“i always do.”

he nodded with a smile. “well then, can i tell you something?” mj hummed an affirmative. “i really enjoy being your boyfriend. and i don’t want it to only be for show.”

michelle’s eyebrows furrow deeply. “i…i’m too drunk to respond properly.”

“that’s fine. you can give me one tomorrow when you’re sober.”

the rest of the night, michelle was uncharacteristically quiet. she was deep in thought mulling over what peter meant. by the time peter had called a taxi for them, she had already sobered up a bit. meaning she had thrown up in brad’s potted plant.

peter and mj were standing outside the house in the snow waiting for the car. after thinking it over and debating the pros and cons in her head, mj decided that if peter got to be cryptic and shit, so did she.

“peter,” she called out. he turned to face her, nose tinged red from the cold. “i have something to tell you. the only reason i agreed to be your girlfriend for tonight was because i am madly in love with you and you could literally ask me to do anything and i would. in a heartbeat. i also kind of wanted to see what it would be like to be your girlfriend for a little while.”

letting out a breath, mj realised she was not as sober as she thought she was. becuase that? that was not cryptic at all.

peter was staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, with his lips slightly parted and eyes wide.

“shit,” mj murmured. “that wasn’t supposed to be so direct and—shit. ignore me, please. you can turn around and pretend i never said anything and—”

michelle didn’t notice peter walking towards her until his lips were on her cheek. her eyes immediately fluttered shut and her heart raced beneath her ribcage. it was freezing outside, but mj swore she felt heat spread through her body all the way to her toes. peter’s kiss lingered and mj had to fight a groan of frustration when he finally pulled away.

his face was beet red and he had this doe eyed look to him. softly, he said, “we’re under the mistletoe.” michelle looked up and he was right. over the doorway was a piece of mistletoe hanging. “and,” he began, still as close as he was when he kissed her, “i just really wanted to do that.”

michelle inhaled sharply. “well, are you gonna do it again?”

he did. again and again. as if he was making up for the times when he did not.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting on his couch with his head in her lap and her hand in his hair. she knew this because this was not the first time they had ended up like this and knew it wouldn’t be the last.

also the fact that peter was undeniably in love with her wasn’t hurting anything.

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