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softwebss · 1 year

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Can you write a fluff alphabet for MJ? I'm missing MJ content 😭

fluff alphabet . michelle jones

♡ synopsis: michelle jones // MJ fluff alphabet

♡ a/n: AWWWW YISSSSS!!!11!!11 there isnt enough mj content and that angers me >:((( fanks anon <333

♡ word count: lmao idk

♡ warnings: fluff FLUFF LUFYSYFGU, has not been proofread!1!1! we die like MEN tonight, a few suggestive references if you squint hard enough

affection how would they show affection to their s/o? how affectionate are they?

mj is a relatively affectionate person in private. if you talk about public, though, she wouldn't go farther than holding hands and cheek kisses.

when you're by yourself with her, she wouldn't miss a beat to make out with you- she's extremely affectionate when it's just the both of you

she shows affection but rubbing your knuckles with her fingers, wrapping her arms around your neck, burying her face in your chest or your shoulder. mj just loves physical touch

body what is their favourite body part? why do they love this body part?

mj loves your hands. just playing around with them, holding them, the feeling of them just warms her up inside. and the things you can do with them, damn, how could she not love them?

cuddle how do they cuddle?

mj is a little spoon. she loves to be cuddle by you, sitting in your lap or burying her head in your chest, with little kisses going from there up to your neck, it just resonated through her.

dates what are dates like them like?

dates with mj are usually low-key romantic (to just you guys), calm coffee dates at cafes at midnight was something she loved to do. book dates? awwehhh yisss! she would recommend books to you and you would recommend some to her.

a game you played was finding the fluffiest / most romantic line and reading it around in the silliest voices. it always ended in the both of you laughing your hearts out

equality are they the dominant one in the relationship, or are they more passive / submissive?

as much as mj loves to be a little spoon, she's the dominant in the relationship. she's more keen to be top, and to be the one who initiates.. uh... things

feelings who confessed their feelings first?

it was mj- she was so sick and tired of your oblivious arse not getting the hints she blatantly admitted her feelings for you. you, dumbstruck, would've never thought that was the way she would have confessed. then again, mj is full of suprises!

gifts what types of gifts they give?

small, meaningful gifts. maybe a jar with daily affirmation letters (ignoring the lipstick marks on the jar), maybe her favorite book or a bunch of black dahlia flowers (her favorite flowers), because of the 'murder vibes'.

how she holds your hands how they hold your hands?

I think I mentioned more than once how much she loves to take your hands in hers. she would grip them like she would never let go, caressing your knuckles. most of the time wherever you went, your fingers were linked.

injury how they would react to you getting injured?

if you got injured, she would most usually scoff and tell you to 'get up and stop acting like a baby' but internally she has her mom mode activated. she would hoard all the first aid supplies to fix you up, calling you an 'idiot' who's 'so accident prone' and playfully offer to 'kiss it better'

jokes what type of humor they would have?

sarcasm and dark humor overruled her soul. whenever you made a cheesy joke, she would bite her lip to not let you get the satisfaction of victory of her laughing.

love what type of love did mj have for their s/o?

mj had this pining love for their s/o, she was obsessed with you, and she always thought about you. she couldn't get the thought of you out of her mind!

kisses how they would kiss

tender kisses, and heated make out sessions were your best friend. stealing pecks during long lectures, bailing boring classes to go to the locker rooms and make out was your favourite part of the day. mj's kisses were always passionate and made a buzz go through your entire body.

memory what is their favourite memory?

mj's favourite memories are always the funny, cute ones that made you giggle when recalling them. the ones you could casually bring up during a family dinner, which would make her facepalm. it was always the sweet memories that brought her to her knees.

nicknames what nicknames would they call their s/o?

god knows how many nicknames she had. it started out mockingly with bittersweet nicknames like 'sugar pie' or 'honey bun' which branched out to both of you calling each other them seriously

it was a contest of strengths to see who would break out in laughter first. 10 bucks it was mj.

oddity what weird thing would they do that was.. not very weird to their s/o?

she would stare at you, taking in the essence of your elegancy and every feature you had. if you were doing something, she wouldn't hesitate to stare intensely at you, hitching her breath at how you reacted to your surroundings. it just strangely mesmerised her

pda how they would show public displays of affection?

like I said, pda didn't go further than holding hands and cheek kisses with mj. she wasn't very open with people about your relationship. she'd rather keep it with the both of you.

quality time how they would spend quality time with you

mj believed the best way of spending time was doing things that were new. you would try bungee jumping or air-diving with her, thrilling activities that you will always remember. or sometimes some more lowkey ones, such as pottery making or band classes

rhythm the type of songs they would hear that would resonate with their rhythm

upbeat rock songs. she was obsessed with my chemical romance or oldies like led zeppelin. it just vibes with her punk rhythm.

secrets how often would they keep secrets from their s/o? would they share them?

mj is a pretty open person with you. you were her s/o, of course she would tell you all of her secrets and thoughts. she spilled her mind around you

talking what did they like to talk about?

she loves to talk about deep things, like political controversies or why you couldn't eat fifteen packets of cheez its, because that was something only 'menaces to societies' did. in more lighthearted moments, you talked about your feelings and things you loved.

upset what she did when you were upset

a few words of affirmation, rubbing the small of your back and giving you kisses was her way of telling you, it was gonna be alright. she would go crazy to make her beloved happy!

vaunt what they showed off about / what they were proud about?

she wouldn't show off much to strangers, but she would always brag about how she got gals and how peter and ned were single pringles. she loved to rub that in their faces, while ned kept reminding her, he actually was in a relationship.

wedding did they ever think about marrying their s/o?

mj mentioned marrying you multiple times, absolutely casually. she promised peter that he could be the flower boy at your wedding, and ned could decorate, which left you flustered and fumbling

xylophone what song best described theyr relationship with their s/o

line without a hook by ricky montgomery without a doubt.

yes the things they loves about their s/o

mj loves the way you speak, the softness and tone of your voice just soothes her, and she's just obsessed with your hair. she'll play around with it and run her hands through it, and take in the smell of your shampoo.

zebra if they had to get a pet, what pet would they get?

cats. a cat is mj's spirit animal. she relates to it more than ANYTHING else. soft? check. cuddly? check. sassy and elegant? checkity check!

aight love, I hope you like it 💞 have a nice day / night wherever you are! I really enjoyed writing this, my love for mj is literally infinite- we all stan a girlbossing queen yk

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oopsitsstella · 2 years

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Wrong Picture Pt. 2

Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle “MJ” Jones

Fandom: The MCU

Summary: When Peter finally gets to the library, more secrets get revealed

Warning: Reader is nervous, so is Peter, but MJ is pretty calm. Fluff, some mentions of pining, little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it?

A/N: Once again, there’s a text conversation at the bottom of the fic! Click on it for better resolution

“I’m here! I’m here, what did I…miss?”

Peter stopped when he finally made it to their table at the library. Y/N and MJ were sitting across from one another, Y/N had her face in her hands and MJ was simply looking at her.

“Everything okay?” Peter asked, and Y/N abruptly looked up at him.

“No! No, not really!” She said, clearly quite upset. “I mean how are you so calm right now? Your girlfriend literally just kissed someone else!”

“Oh, you actually did it?” Peter asked, looking at MJ.

“Of course I did, I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity.” She shrugged.

“Oh my god.” Y/N said, placing her head back in her hands.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Peter said, sitting down next to her at the table. “This didn’t exactly pan out how we were hoping.”

“No shit, Parker.” MJ mumbled, and Peter shot her a look and Y/N looked back at him.

“What do you mean hoping?” She asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“We’ve kinda been wanting to ask you out for a while now.” He replied nervously. “We thought we might do it today, but someone,” Peter looked at MJ with a pointed look. “-got ahead of themselves.”

“Do you blame me?” MJ retorted.

“Wait, wait, wait, pause.” Y/N said. “You’ve been wanting to what?”

“Ask you out.” MJ said plainly. “Both of us. Like all three of us on a date.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N said, leaning back in her chair.

“I know this is pretty sudden- okay a lot sudden, but I mean, we could give it a chance?” Peter said. “Only if you want to, of course, but-”

“Pete, slow down.” MJ said, placing a hand on her boyfriend's arm.

“No, sorry, I’m just so amazed.” Y/N said, chuckling. “I’ve been pining over both of you for months now.”

“Wait, seriously?” Peter asked.

“Yeah!”

“Is that why you’ve been spacey lately?” MJ asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, little bit.” She said. “I mean, do you know how daunting it is to be crushing on both people in a relationship?”

“Yeah, doesn't sound amazing.” Peter said.

“It’s not.” Y/N agreed.

“But I guess I won’t have to worry about that now, huh?” She continued after a pause, a smile on her face.

Peter perked up at her words, and MJ smiled.

“Wait, so you’ll do it?” Peter asked. “You wanna go out with us?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart, how could you have gathered anything else from that?” MJ asked him.

“I just wanna make sure.” Peter defended himself, and Y/N smiled.

“Will this help reassure you?” She asked, and leaned forward, placing a kiss to his lips.

When they pulled away, Peter cheeks had turned bright pink, making both Y/N and MJ laugh.

“Yeah, that definitely helped.”

“How mad do you think Ned will be if we don’t do any work?” MJ asked. “Because I really wanna ditch right now, but that means Ned won’t get any of those history notes he asked for.”

Y/N glanced at the books and papers she’s already laid out on the table, before looking at MJ and Peter with a smile.

“Fuck it.”

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yangrdn · 2 years

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gosh I need more MJ x fem reader,,,, MJ is literally my gay awakening

btw happy pride month loll

No way | mj

pairing mj x fem!reader

a/n how long has it been since writing for an mcu character? way too long. it's back! this request has been sitting in my inbox since june...anon, i'm so sorry, but i hope you enjoy reading this and reblog it if you liked it!! i'll be gone for 3 weeks for vacation on sunday so i won't post again until second week of september :)

summary Confessing isn't this funny (usually).

w/c 2.7k

warnings none, not proof-read

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There’s so many things we don’t have an explanation for. When you were younger, you didn’t understand why your mom wouldn’t let you stay up after 9pm. Many times you sat on your bed, secretly eating the cookies she made because you knew that if she catches you eating them before you had your vegetables, you’d get in big trouble.

At 10, you remember watching a TV show and not understanding why your big sister told you to leave the room when the two characters hid in a room alone. Or every time she’d make you leave her room you wouldn’t understand why she got so angry after entering her room.

There’s so many things you don’t have an explanation for, even today. So many things that make you stay up at night or write about, wondering why it is the way it is. It’s things that make you forget everything around you in the moment, for example in class, and think about something else.

One of them is falling in love with your best friend. You don’t really remember when the first time was that you thought about her in a not-so-platonic way. In a way you’re only supposed to see your lover. Your eyes take a heart form every time she walks past you, or even just looking your way. You’re sure whoever is watching from the outside when Mj is in your presence, is aware of your big and fat crush (you could call it love, you think). It’s gotten to the point where you hope your teacher partners you up with her when there’s a partner or group assignment. Even if you know that it’s unlikely, considering teachers don’t like to put best friends as partners or into groups, there's always hope to spend more time with her, right?

That’s one of those things you can’t really explain to yourself.

Things that distract you so much you don’t even realize somebody is calling for you.

“Y/n! I’ve been calling you for so long!” Betty snaps her fingers in front of your face, rolling her eyes. You snap out of your thoughts, flinching at the small distance between her fingers and your face. She almost hit you!

“What? Where’s everyone else?” You look around surprised, seeing that only you, the blonde girl and another student talking to the teacher are in the room. The young girl stands up and starts packing her stuff, sighing.

“Class has ended already, but you were staring out the window for so long so I got worried you died.” You snort at her comment, standing up too and putting your backpack over your back.

“I was just…thinking about something,” you explain to her and leave the classroom, your friend walking following behind.

“Yeah, something or someone,” she teases, catching up to you with a smirk adorning her face.

“What? I was just thinking about what I’ll do later today!” You lie, feeling the heat creep up your face at being caught daydreaming about someone. Truth is, Betty isn’t dumb. She notices all the times you spent your classes staring out the window or at a certain girl, not really paying attention to your teacher or students talking. The blonde girl is an amazing friend, always encouraging you to confess your feelings to your mutual friend and see how it goes. She’s always full of positive vibes with a smile on her face, trying to help you. But it does get annoying sometimes when the only thing you can think about is how you’d get rejected, while she’s standing next to you telling you to just do it.

“Come on, Y/n, when do you plan on telling her? I’m sure you won’t get rejected anyway. The way she looks at you tells me there’s no chance for her to do so,” she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. You turn your head to her slowly, hope filling you.

“What do you mean? I’ve never caught her looking at me,” you say unbothered. Maybe trying to seem chill and unbothered will get her to say more.

“Oh, you know, she’s also my friend and tells me things.” Betty shrugs and winks at you, coming to a stop next to her locker.

“Betty, you can’t just say that and not expect me to demand more!” You frown and pout at her, adjusting the straps of your backpack. The girl shrugs and turns her back to you, getting her book for the next period out.

“Hi, girls!” You gasp at the hand colliding with your shoulder, making you look at the pretty face of your friend greeting you.

“Mj!” You smile and give her a hug, not having seen her through the whole weekend. Your eyes widen after remembering what your conversation with Betty consisted of, wondering if Mj heard any part of it.

“I’m so happy right now. Just had my last exam,” Mj announces, doing a motion of wiping her sweat off her forehead. You chuckle and pat her shoulder, nodding.

“That 's good. I still have math on thursday. Then I’ll be free, too.” Mj frowns and looks at you.

“I thought that was already done last week?” She asks and tilts her head.

You gulp, looking at her through wide eyes. The way she is looking at you right now has you biting your lip to hide a smile. She looks so cute.

“Uhm, yeah but the teacher was sick so we had a free period,” you explain and try to distract yourself with the sleeves of your jacket, playing with them.

“Oh, that 's bad. You know, if you want to, we can study together. I can help!” She expresses happiness. You shake your head quickly, not knowing how you’d survive studying alone with your crush.

“Oh, no no there’s no need to! I don’t want to annoy you more. Betty and I can lea-” Before you can finish responding, said girl turns around quickly and shuts her locker with a loud bang, startling you and Mj.

“I forgot to tell you, but I can’t this week! My, uhm, my mom said we had this appointment we have to go to. And on Wednesday I have chore practice, yeah.” She nods, looking at you with a raised brow. You purse your lips. Something is telling you she is lying.

“That 's perfect! Does tomorrow seem good to you? Then you can ask me the questions and if you still need help, you have Wednesday to study,” she says and turns all her attention to you.

You nod quickly, trying to not seem too intimidated by her gaze and knowing that she has no problem with meeting you alone. You, on the other hand, can already feel your heart beating out of your chest so loud you’re sure if it was quiet in this hall, she’d be able to hear it too and your love for her would be exposed.

You say goodbye to your two friends after the bell rings and make your way to your next and last class, thankful that only two hours separate you from laying in your comfortable bed and drowning in imaginary scenarios of what could happen between you and Mj tomorrow, if you happen to confess to her.

The next day comes quickly, being woken up by the shrill sound of your alarm clock and groaning as you try to tune out the sound, slapping your pillow over your head and ignoring it.

You click snooze, getting up from your bed with a loud sigh and getting ready for school, starting in the bathroom. You make sure to collect all the stuff you’d need for math studying, in case Mj decides to study right after school. If it was anyone else, you’d definitely get pissed at them wanting to study with you right after school. Like, we just had classes and you want to give me another one? No. But since it’s her, you could at least look forward to spending time with her alone.

Your two friends greet you in class, Betty giving you a hug while Mj just nods at you, smiling, head buried in a book (like any other time, actually). You smile back at her, sitting down at your desk.

“Do you already know what you need help with? I understand most of the stuff, so I don’t think we’ll have big problems trying to make your head understand.`` She smiles and closes the book, using her phone as a bookmark.

“I looked at everything yesterday and highlighted what I needed for the exam, so I think I'm prepared for whatever.” You nod slowly, taking your stuff for English out of your backpack. The teacher walks into class, making all students stop talking and sit at their desks quietly.

After classes, you follow Mj into the library and sit down at an empty table, silently thanking whoever decided to give the other students longer classes so you could sit alone with her at a table and not be interrupted by annoying students being too loud there.

You watch her taking out her stuff, putting it on the table and opening her math book to look at a page that resembles everything coming into your exam on thursday. You watch her take out a pencil and an empty sheet to write on, already writing the date of today into an empty corner. Her eyes meet yours as she looks up.

“Do you want to stare at me for the whole study lesson or also learn something?” She raises her eyebrows, smirking. You feel the heat creep up your neck and try to cover up your embarrassment with a cough, looking away.

“What? I- I was just thinking about the questions I had for you,” you lie and shrug. She doesn’t let go.

“I don’t know. I don’t think your questions will appear by staring at me the whole time,” she says, indicating that she doesn’t believe your explanation.

“Can we just start,” you mumble and roll your eyes, ignoring the smirk grazing her face as she sighs and waits for you to get everything out that you need and start asking questions.

After an awful (studying was the awful part. Being able to sit with her in this library was not the awful part) two hours of burning your brain with numbers and formulas you’re sure you wouldn’t ever need, the torture is done and you’re packing your things with Mj.

“Thank you for using your time to study with me. I’m sure you probably had something else to do,” you thank her as you’re walking side by side out of the school building, fiddling with your fingers and trying to set your eyes on anything but her own. She’s looking at you, you can feel it.

“Nah, I would’ve probably spent my time just staring and scrolling through my phone, anyway. This wasn’t wasting time either.” She says and shrugs. She pulls on the straps of her backpack, chewing on her bottom lip. Is she nervous? You look away shyly.

“You know Y/n, I like spending time with you.” Your face light up at her statement.

“I like it, too! It makes me feel at ease when we’re hanging out, all three,” you agree with her and frown when she comes to a halt next to you, sighing.

“I meant us two alone, not with Betty. Like, when we’re doing things, y’know,” she trails off, her eyes moving to focus on something. You frown confused, already having an idea where this could be heading but a small part in you is still telling you it won’t be what you hope for.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “Do you think that I don’t notice all the times you’d stare at me and look so out of it?” Now this is like a slap right in your face.

Never would you have thought the girl herself, Mj, would take notice of your feelings for her and the daydreams plaguing your mind during class in which she is also a part of. Now you have two options; lie and say no, you don’t know, or admitting to everything, running away and changing your name.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, feeling the thumping even in your ears and hoping she wouldn’t be able to hear it. Can she feel the heat radiating from you? You don’t know, but you’re sure flames could appear next to your face and smoke coming off your head any moment by the heat that you’re feeling on your face right now. It’s not everyday that your crush, the person you love, notices the stares you give her and how most of the time all you think about is her. So why did it have to be you that has to go through this embarrassment?

“Y/n? See, you’re doing it again! You’re staring at me and not responding!” She huffs, seeming annoyed. You clench your jaw, nervously. Is she angry that you like her? It just keeps getting worse,you mentally slap yourself to wake up.

“I’m not doing anything!” You protest, still confused at everything.

“What I’m talking about is that if you’re so into me, why did you never plan on making a move?” She expresses annoyance. You open your mouth to respond to her but nothing comes out. Too speechless to even respond to her.

Excuse me?

“What do you mean? You knew all this time?!” You ask shocked, your mind lagging at the fact that she knew all this time along of your feelings but didn’t make a move and now is asking why you didn’t make a move.

“So you knew that I had feelings for you but never made a move and expected me to do the first step, when it was you who should’ve done it if you knew all this time?” You scoff.

“Well, if you say it like that,” she shrugs shyly, pressing her lips into a thin line.

“What do you mean? I’ve been stressed all of this time, wondering if we’ll even stay friends if I confessed only for me to find out now you had feelings, too?” You’re about to add something else when her next statement knocks the wind out of you.

“I don’t think we can stay friends after this,” she breathes out, gazing into your eyes with a grin plastered on her face. How could she smile in this situation?

“What-”

“I think it needs to be more than that,” she whispers, stepping closer to you and holding her hand out to grasp yours, pulling you closer. You look at her through wide eyes, no words coming out of your lips and too shocked to talk.

“Did you really expect me to say we can’t be friends or anything anymore, after confessing?” She tilts her head, face moving closer to you. You gulp at the small distance between you two, butterflies exploding in your stomach when you feel her breath fanning over your face, noses touching.

Your eyes flutter closed when you notice her moving closer, praying this isn’t some kind of dream in your head and that everything is real. Your prayer is answered when you feel her lips pressed into yours, moving slowly and savoring the moment. This feels way too real to be only a dream. Unless it’s a lucid dream, nothing could ruin this moment anymore.

Your head feels dizzy and your whole body feels as if it was standing on a cloud, threatening

to fall any moment in case all of this stops, after she pulls away. There’s a red tint painting her cheeks and you can’t hide the proud grin adorning your face at the realization that the reason for it is the kiss you two just shared.

“Don’t laugh! You should be happy I said something, else you would’ve gone home wondering why you didn’t do anything,” she argues. You gasp, ready to protest but then shut up and roll your eyes at her after the thought of her being right sinks in.

“Just shut up. I want to go home.” You joke and turn around, wanting to leave. You shriek with wide eyes when you’re pulled back by her hand, falling into her chest.

“Not before you give me another kiss!” She laughs and leans in.

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the-fandom-abyss · 4 months

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First of all, congrats on the 1K!! Very well deserved if I may add :)

I would like to enter for the matchup event!

Here’s some stuff about me based on your template:

Gender/Pronouns: Questioning, Any Pronouns

Sexuality: Lesbian/Queer

Facts About Self: I’m a huge Dungeons and Dragons nerd and a fan of tabletop RPGs in general. I love playing video games to distress after work, even tho I usually play a lot of horror games or FPS. I work with dogs for a living and have a dog of my own.

Strengths/Flaws: I would say I’m good at working with dogs, I’m fairly good at art, and I enjoy writing even though I am scared to post XD. I’ve also been in singing/performing arts from a young age, but I decided not to pursue. Flaws, I would say I can be a bit short tempered at times, and I have a very low tolerance for bullshit. I can be very indecisive at times, and I am more often than not an anxious mess

Fandom: MCU

Appearance: Asian, dark brown hair, brown eyes, 5’2”

Love Language: Quality Time/Words of Affirmation

Pick-Up Line: “Hey girl, are you a lesbian, because… please?”

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff, but had the option of changing to Ravenclaw on Pottermore

Dream Date: Couch snuggles and movie night

Once again, congrats!! Hope life is treating you well these days!

I ship you with Michelle Jones!

MJ would 100% appreciate your pick up line, she tends to go for the ‘jumble their words, make love eyes’ type of person. If you’re lucky, you would even earn a giggle and an eye roll before she turned on her heel and walked away. Just to see if you would chase after her to continue the conversation. Extra bonus points if you do without skipping a beat.

When MJ suggests that you come over for a study night, it rarely means that. In her defence, it does start that way with books scattered across her bed, a pencil tucked behind her ear and papers with half finished notes. It’s just that as time goes on, books will start to be closed or pushed off the bed. Then before you know it, you are snuggled into her side with a movie playing softly in the background. “What happened to studying?” You would ask, checking if this is truly what she wants before the big exam. “As if you thought that would last”.

Being afraid to post your work is completely normal, MJ likes to tell you that all great writers go through that process. She believes that your writing is amazing, worthy of someone to read. She will even go as far as to give you helpful notes or give you verbal commentary as you show her your newest addition. She respect what you choose to do with your works, whether you keep them to yourself. She is just proud that you did something you enjoyed.

A low tolerance for bullshit you say? Well you have met your match with MJ. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially when it comes to her friends and family. When she recognises this quality in you, she offers to team up. If someone happens to open their mouth, and either of you call bullshit. They get the two for one special, both of you will take turns to bite back. You are a formidable force that not many people want to come up against.

Now MJ has dabbled in D&D but has never fully immersed herself in the culture. But when she saw your eyes light up about the newest campaign or details you would have added, she couldn’t help but become interested. She did become confused halfway through with the amount of lore and world building but that didn’t deter her from asking questions. If you were talking, she was listening. A nerd loves to hear another nerds passion, that is why you fit so well together!

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xoluvx · 2 years

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https://images.app.goo.gl/N6VMqBhdqXhPN9uz8 this MJ gif please!

ugh i love mj so much 💖

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"mj, what are you doing here?" you breathed hard rushing towards her. she was in the same rush, her cheeks flushed, hair a little messy as you reached each other.

"peter told me," she said watching your brows furrow. peter knew the superhero life so why would he think it was a good idea for mj to show up in the middle of a mission. "it's not his fault. i dragged it out of him. i went to your house, you weren't there-" she was rambling now her frows furrowing with concern.

"it's not safe for you here," you said turning to look back. it seemed the action had moved elsewhere, but you couldn't keep her here. you took her hand running away from the chaos.

when your lungs were on fire, you stopped.

"what was so important you had to come all the way out here?" you asked mentally hitting yourself. you didn't mean to sound rude.

"this," she said pulling out a crumpled letter. you hadn't realized she was holding it in her hand the whole time. but you recognized it right away. it was the letter you'd slid under her door before coming here. now you knew why she'd gotten the information out of peter.

"i-" you started, but you were quickly cut off when you felt her lips on yours. it was quick, they were gone before you could open your eyes. she was looking at you sweetly, her smile shy.

"i like you too. i'm not going to lose you," she said placing a hand on your face. you smiled trying to stop the tears from welling up, but you couldn't when the touch of her palm was stirring all your feelings and emotions.

"you won't," you said pulling her in. your turn to kiss her.

#michelle jones #michelle jones request #michelle jones blurb #Michelle jones imagine #michelle jones fluff #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones x you #michelle jones x y/n #michelle jones imagine

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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New Year’s Day | MJ x reader

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MJ realises that she can’t just be your friend.

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The wood floors are littered in glitter and confetti. It’s been hours since the last guests left. The sun is slowly filtering into MJ’s bedroom. Golden rays softly illuminate your figure. Your hair surrounds your head like a halo; your messy curls brush against her stomach.

A warm feeling spreads through MJ’s chest. She can’t believe you’re here, lying on her. You could have anyone, yet your time is spent with her. MJ can feel your breath on her. She can also see you wearing her shirt. A gentle scent of raspberries lingers in the air; the smell of you.

Her eyes follow a trail down your face. Last night’s events repeat in her head. You downing shot after shot. Your drunken ramblings and affectionate behaviour. When you uttered a tender request to sleep with her, followed by your immediate embarrassment. MJ’s lips turned slightly upwards thinking about your eagerness and enthusiasm for her after last night’s party.

MJ breathes out a quiet New Year’s wish. She imagines waking up like this every morning. Her hands reach out to yours to ground herself. A gentle laugh slips out of her mouth when she thinks of her newly found cheesiness.

You are all that she wants, and you are always within her reach. Day after day, MJ pretends that being your friend is enough for her; however, times like this remind her that she needs more. She needs you. She can’t just hold on to memories and fleeting moments, she needs to hold onto you.

But for now this will do.

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@spring-picnics

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years

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☀️ could you do a headcanon of Michelle Jones simping over fem reader? Like, she's always been in love with her and have a soft spot for her

Yes I absolutely can!

• Michelle is the biggest simp. She literally does not care what anyone in the world has to say about it… except Y/N.

• She’ll do anything to get Y/N’s attention.

• When they take their class trip MJ has a plan to sit beside Y/N on the plane and nothing is getting in her way.

• They watch the stupid movie together and talk the whole way there.

• The whole vacation MJ is buying her little souvenirs and trinkets. She’s not even really paying attention to the scenery. Just her.

• “I like you, Michelle.” Y/N tells her finally. “You don’t have to try so hard.” “What, this?” Michelle waves a dismissive hand, “that’s nothing.”

• Y/N does her fair share of simping after that.

#mj imagine #mj x reader #mj x y/n #mj x you #mj watson #michelle jones imagine #michelle jones x you #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones x y/n #michelle jones

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hiatuswhore · 2 years

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ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡꜱ — ᴍᴊ

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A/N: This has been sitting in my Google docs for like two years now and has been rewritten way too many times. I really enjoyed this though! Feedback please.

SUMMARY: Copy cat killer or return to reign hell. Anywhere at anytime. They’re there and daring you to turn the corner.

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Breaking News. Copycat or Return?

Kate Bishop . 21. Missing.

Every news outlet and social media platform rave in hysterics as nostalgia enamors me. The six-year reunion comes in three days and I watch the world sensationalize my trauma. Old news videos and photos plaster the cover of platforms that I am comfortable with and my parents call to make sure I am okay. I am fine, or at least that is what I tell them. My mother tells me it is okay if I wish to come home and hide away from the world. My father fails to lighten the dower energy of the facetime call, before hanging up he asks if all my windows are locked and to double-check my pepper spray. Everything is still functional and all windows remain locked. Right before I hang up my mother asks one last time, “Are you sure you do not want to come home. Just until this everything calms down?”

“It would be an hour commute to work mom and I would still have to pay my rent. It’s okay. Michelle and I will be just fine,” I say nothing as my mother refers to her as my friend. After dating for six years and our recent engagement, the conversation of my bisexuality still lingers in the air like a weird boundary none of us will cross. The early morning fog of the Pocono Mountains provides little visibility. It is even worse at night, especially in the rain.

In Dellington, the fog was at its worst in January of 2010. The temperature was well below freezing and the campus was all doom and gloom. Snow had fallen a few days prior leaving the ground covered in ice and slush as the days passed. That night Lamda was throwing, I never cared for fraternities. Why bother with the cesspool of infections and assault allegations.

As they say, the night was a movie. Peter Parker managed to hook up with both Liz Allan and Betty Grant, on the same night but not at the same time. He was stumbling through campus walking from Betty’s apartment when he took a dive to the ground. Initially, he thought his legs simply turned to jelly, and the tequila flowing through his body now aimed to take him out. The cold wet ground made him chuckle as he rolled onto his back. When he opened his eyes the world was crimson red and he clamped his eyes shut at the stinging sensation. Only a few feet away, Wanda Maximoff laid tucked beneath the bush next to the central fountain on campus. The bloodstain that smeared the sidewalk showed clear proof of dragging. Peter screamed in the dead of night, many of our peers could recall hearing him scream for help. His eyes stayed not on the many stab wounds but on the blood staining her cheeks. Someone drew a smile on her face with her own blood.

Classes were canceled the next day. A vague crime alert had been released a few hours after Peter’s discovery but when we woke the next morning a second detailed email hit all of our phones. The entire campus was buzzing about the situation, the central fountain was blocked off with police tape. We all received strict instructions not to bother the area. Even the proposal of a vigil in the surrounding area was prohibited.

The posts across social media were the most sordid part of it all. Yes, we all knew Wanda but not for all the kind words that many felt the need to share. She was an art major and on the cheer team. It was rare she was seen without one of her teammates or one of the rugby boys. Her friend group of so-called best friends all hated each other. It was no secret that Liz Allan and football star Vision would constantly cheat on each other. The secret was they would sleep with each other's friends. Wanda and Liz were attached at the hip.

Though the police tried to be discreet, it came as no shock when both Liz Allan and Vision were picked up. I had been walking across campus cursing myself for not wearing a heavier jacket when I was stopped. The officers were asking for everyone's student IDs and where they were headed.

“Accounting lecture,” I say, trying my best not to watch as Liz Allan is escorted by us toward a squad car. The following questions are so obvious and I wonder if cops have to train on subtly.

“Do you carry a knife?” I counter the question with another question, should I? The miniature interrogation made me late for class. After class, I spent the following four hours in the library before grabbing lunch and heading back to my room. I was thirty minutes into my nap when Michelle rushed into the room.

“It was Liz Allan! They let Vision go he had an alibi but they’re keeping Liz in custody,” Michelle said, holding up her phone I squint trying to clearly see the video of Vision being escorted out. When I say nothing Michelle rolls her eyes before disappearing out of the room and into the hall to share the news. I only turned beneath my comforter and went back to bed.

The next day articles flooded the campus that regarded the murder. Liz Allen’s high school prom photo was the cover of most articles others used her cheering photo. In both pictures, she looked put together and she smiled largely. I found it hard to believe Liz could have done any of it. She made no confession but the story was strong. Cheer captain Natasha Romanoff confirmed that Liz had recently learned of Wanda’s tryst with Vision. The last couple of cheer practices had been tense and a passionate fight broke out between the two at Lambda that night. Though she had slept with Peter that night the pair had parted ways from his room long before Wanda was attacked.

That night I had a late class. We shared a moment of silence for Wanda and her family. That family only included her twin brother who asked for everyone to be respectful of his time of mourning. As I walked back to my room from class the fog was thick and I found myself looking over my shoulder. I only did one or twice as a piercing migraine took the forefront of my attention. The few people I passed murmured lowly amongst themselves.

It was foolish. I did not believe Liz to be the killer and yet I still walked through campus with ease. In the fog, I feared no approaching shadows or worried about the sound of footsteps hitting the cement. I wish I had been wrong.

“Liz didn’t do it. Someone was killed last night,” Michelle said, the next morning as I brushed my hair. I frowned as I unlocked my phone to find another crime alert. This time the email included several safety tips in regard to moving around campus at night.

“What happened?” I asked. I remember the frantic look in Michelle’s eyes, almost as if she was going to be sick.

“I had my eight am class and the cops are all over campus. Make sure you have your ID they getting on people about it like crazy and searching like crazy,” She said, pulling the school windbreaker over my head I frown.

“What are they searching for?” I asked but she only sent me the link to the local news article released thirty minutes prior. The cops were on the search for Carol Danver’s head. She was on the girls' rugby team, they had won their state tournament a month or two prior. My attempts to branch out and meet new people freshman year brought me an unpleasant interaction with her. Carol had a way of making things sound nice even though she was being plain rude. She told me I would never be good enough for the Rugby team, she did not use those exact words but I cannot describe her wording--she was just that good. And now she was dead.

No arrest followed this murder like Wanda’s. My peers and I were all amongst each other sharing watchful eyes. In the crowd we all knew someone dark festered, pretending to be like the rest of us. Michelle and I decided for my late-night classes we would walk together. The two of us found ourselves in close proximity for most of the week, many students left campus completely. My parents had wanted me to come home as well. I should have listened but in actuality, I was intrigued by it all.

Campus Killer. Not very original but that is what we were calling them. Everyone had an unspoken agreement that the killer was a man. Like a ghost, we were certain this man knew how to move around campus. Snow was coming. The campus had sent several emails talking about the poor weather to come. They advised us to not leave our dormitories after dark and if we do to be accompanied, especially female students. Michelle returned to our room with a rolled blunt, I did not question how she got it but only if I could join her. That night we smoked out the window and I listened to her ramble aimlessly. She fell asleep long before I did, so I stared out the window and watched as the snow fell to the ground. No fog to aid our campus killer but now a small blizzard to blind us from what they do in the dark.

That night Liz Allan had packed her car to leave. She did gather all her things but she never made it off-campus. The killer left her propped up again her car, in her lap sat Carol Danvers head. Fresh blood drew a smile on both their lips. It was game to the killer. Killing Liz Allan was their way of telling us they could get us anywhere, anytime. It did not matter how many eyes were on us.

President Hawkinson moved spring break up early in a rushed hurry to clear the campus of all students. I offered rides to people who lived near my parents, I ended up driving three girls from my dorm hall home. I was almost home when I realized I had forgotten my wallet, it was still light out so I turned back. When I reached campus it was dark and the emptiness made it eerier. I wish I could tell you more past walking through campus toward my dorm.

The next day I was in the hospital with bandages wrapped around my head and stomach. My parents were at my bedside and detectives had many questions, none of them I could answer. When my parents gave me my phone my socials were buzzing with notifications.

(Y/n) (L/n), 21. Survivor.

My high school graduation photo was the cover of many of the articles discussing me. I returned to campus against my parents' wishes two weeks after classes had begun again. Michelle was at my side for every second of it, she helped me through the stares and loud whispers. Before we knew it, it was April. The fog and snow were gone and with it the campus killer. I grew the courage to kiss Michelle at graduation and we settled on an apartment off-campus in town.

The Campus Killer became a distant memory, until today of course.

Michelle says nothing about it as the news channel talks about the attack on me being the campus killer's final act. I only watch as she twiddles her engagement ring on her finger, we spent the morning arguing about last night. When I woke up she greeted me without hello’s but where were you last night. I cannot answer the question. Glancing out the window I stare down at my ugly car and a migraine plagues me.

I remember driving home from work, the rain was heavy. The fog worried me but I made it home, I remember getting out of my car and—the trunk. I—yeah I walked around it toward the front door and came home, right?

Michelle storming from the table pulls me from my thoughts. I quietly follow her down the hall and I can hear sniffling. She calls her Mom and I listen as she cries about her fear of me sneaking around with someone else at night.

I cannot explain the ache of how tightly my chest constricts. The sob that leave her sends a shiver down my spine. My fiancée worries I was with someone else last night, quite frankly I fear I was too.

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