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kj-1130 · 9 months

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Anything for You

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As you and Michelle walk into the cafe together, you see that Wanda and Nat were already there, sitting in a corner booth. It wasn’t hard to spot them considering they never sit with their backs to the exits and that their bright red hair colors allowed them to stand out (not very spy-like of Natasha, in your opinion).

They both smile in your direction and you reciprocate the action, walking towards them. Once you reach the booth, both women give you each a hug that warmed you internally. When greetings were finished, MJ motioned for you to slide in first, knowing that you like the comfort and security of sitting on the inside and against the wall (something she figured out on the first date when you insisted she sit next to you instead of on the other side of the table).

You all eventually got settled and let the serene atmosphere of the cafe wash over you.

“We already ordered for the both of you,” Wanda said, breaking the silence gently.

“And how did you know what we wanted?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. She raised hers up in response and you immediately backed down. “Nevermind, I don’t need to know.”

Both Nat and MJ chuckled at your antics. Before the conversation could continue any further, the server came around with your drinks and pastries. Natasha had, unsurprisingly, gotten a black coffee and an almond croissant. Wanda got some sugary drink and a banana loaf.

You recieved a simple tea (coffee made you jittery and you were already shaky enough) and a cookie. An iced latte was placed in front of your girlfriend (she was always drinking something cold regardless of the weather) and a danish.

Once the waiter left, you all began digging into your desserts and taking sips of your warm drinks (bar Michelle) hoping to warm up a bit. Winter in New York was no joke.

As the three other women engaged in conversation, mainly about how MJ’s classes went for the first semester, you couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her danish. It looked like it could satisfy every single need you had right now.

Suddenly, you felt a knee nudge against yours. Looking up, you glance into brown eyes that held a soft stare.

“You want some?” Michelle asks gently, nodding in the direction of her food.

You nod sheepishly, knowing it’s a frequent habit of yours to ask for anything that she’s eating.

But, once again, she has no problem with it. Michelle would share everything with you if she could. Without hesitation, she tears her danish in half and puts it on a napkin to slide over to you. You smile at her gratefully and she gives your thigh a squeeze underneath the table before turning back to Wanda and Nat.

You stare at the table as you take the first bite. It tasted better coming from Michelle than if you would’ve gotten it yourself. As you chew and submerge into your thoughts, you stare at your cookie that you only took a bite out of. Glancing over, you see your girlfriend deep in her conversation with the two across from you. You heard the word midterm floating around there somewhere.

Straightening up with your idea, you pull the plate the cookie’s on into your lap, hopeful that it wouldn’t clatter too hard against the table since you were trying extra hard to be sneaky (if any of them heard something, they didn’t acknowledge it). With shaky hands, you pull the soft apart in two pieces. One piece was significantly larger than the other and you furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. You used to be able to split things in half much better than this. You tried not to dwell on it, though--Michelle told you to be kinder and more gentle with yourself.

You take another look at your girlfriend and see her waving her hands around as she talks. You love when she speaks about something she has passion for.

Placing the larger piece of the cookie on the napkin that just so happened to be in front of you, you slide it slowly towards your girlfriend.

MJ sees it in the corner of her eye and stops talking for a second. She looks over at you and smiles, taking a bite of the cookie before starting the conversation up again.

For the rest of the outing, you stare at her side profile while she pretends not to notice. You pitch into the conversation every now and again but they all catch onto the fact that you’re otherwise preoccupied with something else.

Before you know it, the three are standing up and you’re left to follow their lead because you have absolutely no idea what was going on. Wanda and Nat tell you that you all will have to schedule another double date sometime because, in Nat’s words, they need to get to know their future daughter-in-law better (Wanda giggles at both you and Michelle’s flustered states).

You walk out together but go separate ways once out of the building. MJ helps you put your gloves back on and gets your beanie situated on your head (you were thankful you had slicked your hair back because you’d be freezing without it).

Your girlfriend offers her arm to you and without missing a beat you link yours with hers. The two of you walk back to your apartment while window shopping, taking mental notes on what to get each other for the holidays.

You may be freezing your ass off right about now but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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marvelflame2010 · 10 months

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Spider-powered M.J. x reader

Most people liked to meditate to relive stress. M.J. liked to kick bad guys' asses. As she swung through the city, she knew that Y/n was going to have her behind if she missed movie night Saturday. It was the one night in the week that the young couple didn't go on patrol and instead watched movies until midnight, followed with cuddles, obvi.

M.J. arrived at her desired place, Stark Tower, and placed her hand on the window to have J.A.R.V.I.S. scan it.

"Michelle Jones-Watson, aka, Arachne. Welcome to the 69th floor of Stark Tower", welcomed the A.I.

M.J. opened the window and crawled into Y/n's bedroom that was on the floor that the Winter Soldier and his daughter lived on. Speaking of daughters, Y/n was sitting on her bed, reading a book M.J. let her borrow.

"Sup loser?", said M.J., closing the window.

"Hiya dollface", Y/n answered with a smile. "Your clothes are in the bathroom, waiting."

"Thanks love", M.J. thanked with a kiss on top of Y/n's head and walked into the bathroom.

"How was patrol?", asked Y/n.

"Boring without you. There was a lack of quips and a second generation assassin", M.J. replied, resting her head in Y/n's lap with pjs on.

"Well thanks to HYDRA's form of super soldier serum, I'll be back on missions and on patrol in a week", Y/n reassured.

"Good. How's your father dealing with your broken ankle?", asked M.J.

"Protective. He wouldn't let me walk up the stairs and carried me up instead", Y/n answered, raising her eyebrow.

"Hey, he's your dad. Even though you spent most of your life in HYDRA and can hold your own, he is going to be protective of ya", M.J. said.

"Yes, your girlfriend is right. Listen to her", Bucky said, peering by the doorway.

"Hi, Mister Barnes", M.J. said, sitting up straight.

"How much did you hear?", Y/n asked.

"The end", Bucky answered. "I was just checking in and saying good night. M.J., do you have any wounds hidden?"

"No sir. I'm way too smart to hide them", M.J. answered.

"Peter's smart and HE hides them", Y/n pointed out.

"He's an idiot", Bucky said.

"He's a kid, dad. You can't hate him forever", Y/n reasoned.

"Sam does", Bucky pointed out.

"Birds eat spiders, he's claiming his prey", Y/n said.

"Huh. Didn't think of it like that", Bucky said. "Good night daughter."

"Good night father", Y/n said with a salute.

"Good night Mister Barnes", M.J. said.

"Good night M.J. Sleep tight and don't stay up too late." Bucky closed the door and M.J. slid next to Y/n.

"So, it's your turn for the movie. Whatcha got, hun?", asked M.J.

"I was thinking Lion King", Y/n answered, putting it on.

"The animated ones, right?", M.J. asked.

"Of course. There is no emotion that the original has and the male lions look terrible."

M.J. rested her head on Y/n's chest and pulled the blanket to their legs.

Y/n reached into her snack drawer and pulled out Skittles for the two to share.

"Taste the rainbow, doll?", Y/n offered.

"Haha, very funny. But good pun", M.J. said, accepting the offer.

"I know, my dad says it all the time."

The TV showed a sun rising and the famous opening song played as the 2 semi-heroes enjoyed a lovely movie night Saturday.

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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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simplyparker · 2 years

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Hello, can you do a nsfw alphabet with MJ x fem reader?

Michelle Jones NSFW Alphabet

Mind you guys, these are headcannons! Sorta explicit stuff below...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

MJ loves cuddling you and loves when you run your fingers through her hair after she cleans the two of you up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves your thighs. She loves being in between them, and she goes crazy when you squeeze her head with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves making you cum so much that you soak the sheets and blankets under you. Yeah you may make her do the laundry after, but she thinks it's worth it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

MJ used to feel really guilty when she would get off to the thought of you before you both started dating. But whenever should think about someone else, she couldn’t cum as hard as she does/did when she thinks/thought about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

MJ has had two other girlfriends before you, but only had sex with one of them. She knows what she’s doing, but you both are always learning together

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

69 but you have to be on top. She loves pulling you down by your thighs and making you sit in her face, even though you’re scared you’re going to hurt her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

MJ lives to make you smile. She told you that on your 2nd date. She tries to be serious with you, but is always so comfortable, she just acts like herself 24/7

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Her pubes are brown and curly, and she keeps them trimmed. She got them waxed once and hated it, so she just sticks with keeping them trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

MJ is a secret romantic. She likes to plan amazing dates beforehand and make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like I said, MJ cums 10x harder when she makes a fantasy about you up in her imagination.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves to overstimulate you. You told her you definitely think she has a dumbifaction kink, but she denies it every time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)

MJ really doesn’t care for PDA and will even make fun of couples who are all over each other in public places, so she prefers one of your guys’ beds, or anywhere in the comfort of her own apartment.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you kiss her neck, it’s over.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

MJ is very open to experimenting, but will not have anything to do with pet play, or age play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giver, need I say more?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what she’s doing. MJ can be really rough, fucking you with her strap, or making you ride it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She likes to take her time with you. Drag out orgasm after orgasm, and make you squirm.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

MJ loves experimenting and is open to really anything. You both are 100% able to say no and you guys will skip it and do something else.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for as long as you want. If you’re super needy and just need more and more, then she's up for whatever.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) MJ has two strap-ons, a few dildos, and three vibrators. She also has handcuffs and blindfolds.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You guys have some college courses together, and sometimes you will sit next to each other. MJ’s hand will be securely on your thigh, and if you’re wearing a skirt she’ll act like she’s going to do something, and just doesn’t. Leaving you hot and bothered.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not really loud. If you are going down on her, of fucking her, she more just gasps and whimpers instead of moaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

MJ likes when you handcuff her hands behind her back and overstimulate her with a vibrator as high as it can go. She’s not submissive most of the time, but when she is you have a ball.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

(idk what to do for this one lmfao)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Some days it's higher than others. It depends on how she's feeling and what's going on around her.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She struggles to fall asleep super quickly after, but once she does fall asleep she’s out like a light.

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palettesofrenaissance · 10 days

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Desc: Stormy middle of the day, gray and full of thunderclouds, stuck inside alone and needing to feel cozy, tea kettle on to boil, pile of unread books

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

The sky outside is a dark greyish-indigo as the setting sun reflects through the thick clouds that are heavy with an impending, angry thunderstorm. The telltale humidity is strong in the air; it wafts through the room from the opened window. Despite, inside it's quiet, calm, and she's cozy, wearing an oversized, knitted cardigan with its sleeves tightly rolled up to her elbows.

The thick, undeniable smell of blood from her prey continues to drift in from the bathroom, mixing with the smell of the oncoming rain and the tea that's been steeping on the stove.

In the kitchen, the cast iron tea kettle sits on the stove coil, still hot and lowly simmering. Also along the counters are her cutting boards with knives, her chosen seasonings lined up, an uncorked bottle of red wine for cooking, a lemon to zest, and a stew pot on the stove and a bowl to collect excess.

In the outside distance, the first roll of thunder rumbles over the city, and through the opened window a soft breeze blows, pushing aside her curls that have strayed from her high bun.

From her speakers, her calm playlist plays and she sways her hips to the music.

This is her third time doing this. She's still thinks of herself as a beginner but has learned enough from her previous mistakes to be cleaner and thorough this time. Also, she's made sure to do this when her fiancé is out.

This isn't her first time doing this; the first time had been when her beloved fiancé witnessed her, so grotesquely and animalistic. She has been in the bathtub, hunched over a dying cat in her hands. It's dying, helpless meows gripping her fiancé's heartstrings in sorrow as he helplessly watched her sink her mouth into its corpse. Tuffs of its fur haven been pulled off. Blood dripped down her mouth, thickly slicking her luscious lips he loves so much and which he's kissed far too many times to count. Back then, her fiancé sat against the bathroom wall watching, stunned, as she ate the kidnapped neighbor's cat in order to feed.

Then, her fiancé had made her promise to not do this again—even though her turning in the first place had been his fault. She'd agreed—after discarding the feline carcass and after a hot, long shower, shes agreed with her eyes downcast as if in shame and while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

She had promised to not do it again—

Despite her turning being his doing.

So, now during an impeding thunderstorm and calm and cozy in her home, she flips through the cook book currently in her hands and bites off a hanging nail on her thumb, nonchalantly spinning on her toes as she paces inside the small semicircle pile of books. She mentally calculates how to replace the Chateaubriand steak in the recipe with human meat.

Still lightly dancing to the music, she ventures into the kitchen and retrieves another bowl before returning to the bathroom where her meal rests, slumped in the porcelain tub and dead. She'd already skinned his abdomen, biceps, and parts of his calves and thighs to get to the good muscle and fat.

She remembers when she first saw him—on television while sitting beside her fiancé who wore a wrinkled nose of deep disgust—and that's when she decided he'd be a delectable next target. Eating him was just a bonus and a way to savor her kill.

For her, choosing him would be getting rid of two birds with one stone, minding the online threads about him containing further disgust.

Here in her home, she's already cleaned the cuts of his meat she's already sliced. Now, she pounds them with a meat tenderizer mallet, putting to use the cooking apron her conservative great aunt and uncle gifted her last Christmas. "Choose your weapon" it read surrounded by a silhouette array of cooking utensils.

Once more, another roar of thunder echoes over the city. The clouds look like dark waves rolling over the rooftops.

The books she now has stacked nearby vary from more cooking books to those of the occult variety, to bat anatomy, to global mythologies.

The song currently playing fades out and another one begins, this one from her childhood—which her mother would play loudly on the weekends she was awoken early to help clean the whole home. It makes her smile at the warm memory, pausing to take another drink from her cup of chamomile tea.

When the rain begins to pour, she closes the front windows to halfway. By this time, her home smells heavenly—of relaxing tea and the seasonings accompanying her delectable meal that's simmering on the stovetop.

Her fiancé isn't scheduled to return until tomorrow. In the meantime, she's invited a few friends for this dinner, informing them to bring over plastic bags big enough to take away leftover limbs and carcass for themselves.

They're just as excited as she, knowing she's a newbie; they became even more excited and encouraging once it's revealed who her latest target had been.

They're just as bloodthirsty as she, and who the meal is tonight makes it just all so much more delicious.

Looking to her clock, she realizes her guests should be knocking on her door in the next 20 minutes or so. So, she goes to get dressed.

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slut-for-zendaya · 1 year

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intimate awkward

this is a spideychelle one-shot and i am so incredibly sorry for not posting anything for that long and please send requests ================================================Peter was kissing her. MJ pressed against him. Her backpack was on the floor, Peter still had his on. Her jeans felt tight, her stupid underwear was kind of giving her a wedgie. Her skin felt too tight. But in a good way. Peter pressed her closer to the wall. It was really good.

It was a very deserted hallway in their school. They were at school. Peter put his hands on the wall, on either side of her head. Peter was so strong, though. It was a little scary, not in a good way. She was boxed in. Even if Peter would never. She reached for his bicep, her fingers digging in.

He was smart, too. He put his arm down and his one hand behind his back. That was hot. He was warm, warm against her. He kissed along her jaw. She grabbed at his hair. She pushed against him. He was making this low noise, like, primal. MJ shifted her hips up. That was definitely -- she was feeling his penis. She wanted to. Right now.

Peter stepped back. She said, "Yeah. Yup. We should not make out in school."

"Yeah," Peter said. "That's a bad idea. Right?"

"Yeah," she said. "I mean, good thing we both realized that. I was almost ready to go pretty far."

"Yeah?" He took her hand and waited for her to pick up her backpack. "Pretty far?"

"We're not having sex at Midtown," MJ said.

"Nooo," Peter said. He squeezed her hand a little painfully before he relaxed. "No, we aren't."

"I bet you don't, you don't have one of those stupid condoms in your wallet, do you? That's so cliche. And then it breaks and we're having a baby! Except why we're having a baby when abortion is still legal, I never get that," she said. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"Yeah," Peter said. "I don't have a condom in my wallet. I don't. So I guess I'd get you pregnant because we were unprepared."

"Why would we still have sex if we didn't have a condom?" They were already outside the school, walking towards the subway. "I guess if we were still in the school, you could go to the nurse's office. You know they have condoms."

"I think they have them stashed everywhere," Peter said. "But we're not doing, no sex in school, right?"

"Definitely not with how your voice keeps going up," MJ said.

"Sorry, I didn't realize sex was even on the table," Peter said.

"But it's not, no condom," MJ said.

"But if I had one, then we would? There would be a table," Peter said.

"I don't know," MJ said. They got on the train. "Sorry if I'm being a sex freak."

"Noooo," Peter said. "No."

"I'm being weird," MJ said.

"Yeah," Peter said. "But I love that. I like that about you." He gripped her thigh. "You're awesome."

"You, too," she said.

A few days later they were in his room, on his bottom bunk bed. She liked that he seemed happy she was on top of him. She liked kissing him. He ran his hands up and down her sides. She'd thought maybe his hands would feel weird. Because of Spider-man. But he felt normal to her. He kept pushing up her shirt and then it would fall down. She sat up and took off her shirt.

He said, "Pretty." He traced the lace edge of her bralette. "I don't know why I was picturing something in grey, no lace or pictures."

"You have very dull fantasies of me," she said.

"No, no," Peter said. He smiled and shifted under her. He was erect again.

She shifted back and put her flat palm on him, where his penis was. He groaned a little. He said, "Hey, hey, I don't want to, um."

"Sorry, sorry," she said as she moved back and sat between his legs.

"No, no, I liked that, I'm good with that, I just, um, I don't want to, um --"

"Come?" She smiled. "Why not?"

He laughed. "Well, like, right now, I've got my jeans on, it would be a mess."

MJ said, "We can, we can fix that. I don't mind."

"I'm, I'm okay with that," Peter said. He reached down and started undoing his jeans. She pushed his hands away and unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. MJ tugged his jeans down to around his knees and then quietly did the same with his grey underwear. Then she scooted forward and sat on his bare legs.

"Huh," she said. First penis up close and personal. She went to touch him, her hand just barely on him. He shook a little and stared up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Still okay? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Nope, no, no," Peter said. "I just haven't, you know --"

"Oh," she said. "With people around. I can't believe you haven't been to any orgies."

He propped himself up on his elbows. His t-shirt was riding up on his fantastic abs. He said, "Yeah. No orgies." He reached under the bed and handed her some paper tissue.

"Do I use this to touch you?"

"No, no, like, for after," he said. His face was so red.

"Yup," she said. "Yeah, got it. Wait, do I need, like, something? Isn't there a, jokes about lotion? Are those real?"

"Are your hands dry?" Peter was biting his bottom lip. "Like when you jerk off, um, masturbate --"

She looked down at her hands. "This will be less awkward after we actually do it, I think."

"Can't be more," he said.

Then they were both sort of giggling. She licked her hand a few times and lightly held his penis. Peter arched up into her hand. She said, "Not too hard, right? I mean, me. No squeezing. I did some, uh, I read some stuff."

"Yup," he said. "All good."

She figured out what he liked, did what he liked. He grunted when he came and she remembered the paper tissue so everything didn't go everywhere. He was breathing very deeply for a full minute. "That was nice," he said.

She said, "Is May coming back soon?"

"Yeah," he said. They went to the bathroom and she washed her hands and then left him to his whatever after.

She sat on the couch and looked at her hands. It felt good. She felt good. She'd made him come. She really wanted to sketch his penis. Peter sat down next to her. "Hey," he said. He put his arm around her. She snuggled in.

MJ said, "Next time I'll get naked, but, like, I know you watch porn and I'm telling you now that is not how mine looks. I'm sixteen, I don't shave or get waxes."

"I don't watch porn," Peter said. "I told you I rented one, when I was in Germany. And I've seen some, you know."

"Yeah, I love to imagine you masturbating in some huge hotel room, watching weird German porn," she said. She smiled a little.

Peter shifted a little on the couch. "It wasn't weird. It was just two, three people having sex. Not in a dungeon or anything. In a room. And another room. And the two women, they were, um. They weren't super skinny with huge breasts. They had, um, more, like, they weren't super skinny."

MJ laughed. "It's not a triumph of body positivity or feminism, or whatever that the porn you watched had white women who weren't, like, less average body types."

Peter said, "I know. I'm just saying it wasn't weird. They just had sex. The three of them."

"I'm so proud of you," MJ said, laughing again.

"I'm much more excited about being with you," he said, quietly.

"Of course, I'm hot and right here."

He said, "That's really all." He rubbed her thigh. "This feels less awkward."

"Totally," she said. "Still awkward, but less."

Peter said, "It's the two of us, we're never going to reach awkward zero. I like that." He hugged her closer and kissed her. It was pretty great.

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Boyfriend

Summary: You never would’ve left her alone for someone else to take her home.

Pairing: Michelle Jones x dark!fem!reader (w/ a side of MJ x Peter)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Non-con, cheating, characters are in high school but are 18, underage drinking

Note: this is a very very late birthday present for my wife @darksideofthecocoamoon inspired by “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and spurred on by my need to assert my dominance over tom

Dating Peter wasn’t bad by any means, but it wasn’t perfect either.

MJ knew what she was getting into when she found out he was Spider-Man. Every relationship had its problems, of course, but it was different when you were dating a superhero, and an avenger at that.

All that to say, making time for each other was hard. He’d be gone on missions for days at a time, sometimes at the drop of a hat without so much as a word to MJ letting her know where he was. It sent her into an anxiety spiral, chewing her nails down to the quick as she thought about what he was doing, if he’d have another close call, or if he’d even come back at all.

She’d offered her help, of course, but Peter was insistent that she stayed out of it as much as possible. “I’m already putting you in enough danger just by being with you,” he said with his trademark puppy dog pout. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve lost too many people I care about as it is.”

And despite how many times she told him he wouldn’t lose her, or how she could be of use to him (not to mention how she vaguely implied he was sexist by continuing to allow Ned to help him), he wouldn’t budge, so she backed down and dropped the topic altogether.

But all that was minor compared to you.

You were friends with Peter long before MJ started dating him, or talking to him, let alone even watching him. Your friendship always perplexed her, considering your other closest friend was Flash Thompson, the guy who went out of his way to torment Peter any chance he got, but she supposed that really wasn’t any of her business.

What really bothered her was that you didn’t like her and she didn’t know why. She constantly went out of her way to make small talk with you or include you whenever she, you, Peter, and Ned hung out together, but you made zero effort to make her feel welcome in return.

And the way you looked at her. God, she could feel your ice cold stare burning into her from across the room, like you were trying to snap her neck with the weight of your gaze alone.

MJ tried to bring it up to Peter once. “Have you ever dated her?”

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

“Or had a crush on her or anything?” she continued to pry.

“No, MJ, we’ve always just been friends.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from?”

She sighed. “I don’t think she likes me very much, and I was wondering if it was because she’s jealous.”

“Babe, of course she likes you.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

“She has a weird way of showing it,” she muttered under her breath.

He laughed. “Okay, she can be a little protective, but it’s just because she wants what’s best for me. I’ve known her since we were in diapers. We’re practically related.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

She mumbled acquiescence, but his words did little to reassure her, not as the days went by and the intense staring continued.

MJ couldn’t care less about parties, but Peter, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a single one, even if it was being thrown by his mortal enemy, Flash Thompson. His need to partake in teenage experiences would forever be unsatisfied, but after losing his parents and enduring the burden of being Queen’s sanctified hero, MJ didn’t mind indulging him every now and then.

Even if it meant halfway through, Peter and Ned decide to ditch her. “I have something I have to take care of.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I’ll come with you,” she blurted without thinking.

“No, you stay here.” He was already backing away from her. “I’ll be back soon.”

He and Ned were working their way through the crowd before she could protest any further. She felt like a deflated balloon as she watched them go. Sure, she knew it would be selfish to keep him from his duties, especially when lives were most likely at stake. But she also knew that when Peter said ‘be back soon,’ she probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

She relented and glued her back to the wall, scrolling through her phone to distract herself from the bodies grinding to the regurgitated pop music around her. She was pulled from her feed when someone crashed into her, spilling their drink in the process.

“Oh, shit!” She looked up to see you staring at her wide-eyed. “MJ, I didn’t see you there. I'm so sorry.”

Of course you didn’t. She suppressed an eyeroll. She already knew you were present at the party. She caught a glimpse of you earlier clinking glasses and joking around with Flash. She should’ve known the second Peter left you’d seize the opportunity to humiliate her without him present.

She looked down to see the front of Peter’s sweatshirt she was wearing soaked through, reeking of liquor, and her phone screen pitch black in her hand. Great.

You noticed her stained hoodie as well. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” you continued to apologize profusely.

“It’s alright.” She averted her gaze, rubbing her arm.

“Did I get your phone too?” You looked down at the phone in her hand.

She clicked the power button a couple times, but nothing happened. The cherry on top of a shit sundae.

“I’ll get you a new one,” you insisted.

She tried not to gawk. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.” You winked at her, and she blanched. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the throng of partygoers before she could refuse. You led her into the laundry room and closed the door behind her, enshrouding you in darkness.

“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re in here?” MJ glanced side to side wearily.

“Oh, yeah. Me and Flash are like siblings. I practically live here.” You dismissed her concern with a wave of your hand. “Take off your hoodie so I can wash it.”

You reached for the hem of the sweatshirt, tugging it upwards. She awkwardly raised her arms and allowed you to remove the oversized garment, figuring it was better not to argue and go along with whatever you wanted. She shielded her bare torso, left in nothing but her bra.

You blinked at her exposed chest before turning towards the washing machine. You threw the sweatshirt inside, adding soap and pressing a few buttons before the machine started to shake.

You faced her and shrugged out of your hoodie. “Here, wear this while we wait.” You threw it to her. “It’ll probably be a little bit.”

She barely managed to catch it. She put it on and zipped it up all the way. It was significantly more snug to her body than she would’ve liked.

You looked her up and down. “That looks good on you. Fits better than that ratty sweatshirt.” You snickered. “You can keep it if you want.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged. She didn’t understand why you were being nice to her out of the blue when before you looked like you wanted to skin her alive.

“What were you doing all by yourself?” You leaned your hip against the washer. “Where’s Peter?”

“He had to… take care of something.” She cringed at her poor delivery. At least it wasn’t technically a lie.

You tilted your head. “So he left you alone?”

She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of your gaze. “It’s not like that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t leave you on your own.” You moved closer to her. “I’d be afraid someone else would try to snatch you up.”

She shriveled under the weight of your gaze, but where she expected to see pure hatred, she found something else even more perplexing.

Was that… desire?

The entire world seemed to shift on its axis as she looked at you through brand new eyes. She’d thought you were jealous of her the entire time, but maybe Peter was the one you were really envious of.

“I’d treat you so much better than he does.” You reached up and cupped the side of her face in your hand. “I’ll even give you a little taste.”

Before she could stop you, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. She went stock still, eyes wide open in shock as your lips locked. She meant to push you away, but her muscles froze.

Your hand on her face reached up as you deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in her curls. You scraped your teeth against her bottom lip, softly tugging on it. You licked into her open mouth, tongue stroking against hers and coaxing it to life.

You pulled away with an audible pop, eyes half-lidded and a hint of a smirk toying at the corners of your lips. MJ gained a small semblance of clarity through the daze she was in to stammer, “But what about Pete?”

You hummed, scraping your nails pleasantly against her scalp. “What about him?”

She tried to ignore the tingles shooting down her spine. “He’s your best friend.”

You snorted. “I’d hardly call him a friend. He’s more like a pet that does what I tell him to.” You started to walk her back. “And sometimes, pets who misbehave need to have their toys taken away from them.”

The back of her legs bumped against the rumbling washer, and MJ’s hands reached out for you to stabilize herself before she could trip. You nipped at her throat, a growl low in your chest as your hands wandered like you were mapping the plane of her body. She squeaked as one hand found her breast, kneading the small mound over the soft fabric of the hoodie you’d leant her.

The other continued its search lower, plunging beneath the denim of her jeans. She mustered up enough strength to grasp your wrist. “Wait… I’ve never…”

You cocked your head. “You and Pete haven’t…?” She shook her head as you trailed off. Your eyes raked over her, and you scoffed. “I don’t understand how he could keep his hands off of you.”

Her hold on your wrist disintegrated as your hand dove beneath the elastic band of her underwear, fingers playing with the hair at her pelvis. They delved lower and traced the length of her slit, stopping at her clit and rubbing teasing circles.

Her body tensed as an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her core. Your lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Maybe he knows he can’t please you the way I can.”

Your fingers found her entrance, and her face screwed up as you pushed an appendage into her. She gripped your shoulders, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt as you set an agonizingly slow pace.

You shushed her. “That’s it,” you coaxed her in a low voice. “You’re doing so well for me.”

A squelch was heard over the roar of the washer as her arousal eased the way for your intrusion. Your finger pumped in and out of her without resistance, slick pooling in the palm of your hand. You added another one, and she grimaced as her channel stretched to accommodate both fingers.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone,” you purred into her ear. Your thumb found her clit and brushed against the sensitive nub in time with your strokes.

She pushed down on your shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. “Don’t…” Her voice came out breathy as she squirmed against you. “Stop…”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping,” you rasped, shooting her a wink.

You curled your fingers, stoking the fire blooming white hot in her core. Your chest pressed flush against hers, pinning her between you and the washer. The vibrations of the machine shot through her, and the knot coiling in her gut grew worse.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips as she tried to fight against it, to suppress whatever it was your fingers brought to life in her until it was almost painful to resist. But she couldn’t stop herself as you pushed her over the precipice.

She felt like she was floating as her muscles seized, her walls spasming around your fingers. She made a high-pitched keen so unlike her as white dots burst across her vision. Your fingers never stopped thrusting, and her stomach dropped as she came down from her high.

You pulled your fingers out and stuck them in your mouth, slurping the juices sticking to your skin. You removed them with a salacious pop before capturing her lips in a kiss. She tasted herself on your tongue as it tangled with hers.

You pulled away, your lips shiny with a mixture of saliva and slick. MJ’s head felt like it was spinning as you ran your hand down the length of her arm. “Forget about the sweatshirt. It’s probably ruined anyway.” You threaded your fingers through hers and tugged. “And if you don’t want that hoodie, I have plenty of other clothes at my place to make up for it.”

#dark!fic #mj x reader #mj x y/n #mj x you #michelle jones #michelle jones x you #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones x y/n #dark!reader #fanfiction #one shot #marvel #zendaya

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aurora-starwars · 8 months

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- MARVEL ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

✧.* Loki Laufeyson ✧.*

╰┈➤ Cute No Matter What

Pairing: GenderFluid!Loki x Stark!Fem!Reader Summary: Reader learning that Loki is gender-fluid and changes appearance accordingly, Established Relationship Word Count: 897

╰┈➤Homesick

Pairing: Loki x fem!stark!reader Summary: reader comforts Loki about being homesick and goes to Asgard with him Word Count: 1.2k

╰┈➤Love That Could Have Been

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, Sylvie x fem!reader? Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train Word Count: 1.3k

✧.* Peter Parker ✧.*

╰┈➤ Preventing The Worst

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Stark!reader Summary: Reader prevents Peter from giving the E.D.I.T.H. glasses to Quentin Beck Word Count: 1.1k

✧.* Michelle Jones-Watson ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

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lit-80soul · 1 year

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I need to say that i love you

Michelle "MJ" Jones x fem!reader

*this one was heavily inspired by this perfect song:

warnings: cigarettes, little tension (a good kind, trust me), my writing.

word count: 1772

(Y/n) and MJ had arrived at the fair without any problems. MJ had put the location on her cell phone and found the street, now closed because of the event, easily. They walked through the huge exposition of the fair. It was literally the whole street and it was very wide too, which was great because there were many, many shelves, so they weren't so close to each other. MJ and (Y/n) went together to several booths, they talked, laughed as always in a light and comfortable atmosphere that always happened when they were together.

Many times exchanging glances and discreet, but noticeable smiles. Like a whisper in your ear, like a secret confided to you, or a sensation so delicious, so particular that you feel like keeping it all to yourself.

Usually it was MJ who observed her the most. With her head tilted a little down due to their height difference. She liked to observe (Y/n) talking. How she talked to the salesmen about the books, she spoke very well. Almost no slang unlike herself, as if she were a book. But for MJ she must have been poetry, because they were a little hard to read, but when understood, they were simply the most beautiful and sophisticated art.

She also enjoyed admiring the redhead, even if from a distance now, because each went to a booth to look for books that interested her the most. MJ smiled weakly admiring the way her frown creased a little and how she gnawed the nail of her right thumb a little when she was concentrating. She stood a little bent over the book in her hand as she read its back cover. Every little detail about her seemed fascinating and the girl wanted to know more and more, as did that different feeling in her stomach that grew bigger and bigger when she thought about her.

For some reason she sighed still looking at her and decided to look down, she realized that she was in front of some children who wanted to look at some comic books that MJ was blocking her view of.

— Sorry guys — she stepped to the side looking at the three children. — Y’all want to see, right?

— Miss, can you get that one for me? It's too tall — the little boy, looking about 8 years old and with some missing front teeth, asked pointing to a comic book that was on a shelf.

— This one? — she asked, pointing to a “new issue of Spider-Man and Deadpool”. The boy nodded enthusiastically.

— Good choice — she said handing it to him, and the boy thanked her, and before she knew it. She started a conversation with the children filled with comic books in her hands and crouched down at their height discussing superheroes.

(Y/n) bought another book and, after thanking the sellerman, began to search for MJ with her eyes. Frowning when she couldn't find her, she remembered that the biggest one said she would be around. (Y/n) had the chance to buy a souvenir for MJ when she noticed that she was absorbed in everything around her looking at the cover of a book and when she returned the girl was in the same place, but now she was no longer. (Y/n) turned her body and noticed that MJ was talking excitedly with children. Two boys and a little girl. MJ made the children laugh and she herself smiled sometimes.

(Y/n) let her joy show with a chaste smile watching her, MJ had a way with children.

The mothers of the little ones appeared and after the three waved good-bye to the oldest as they walked away and MJ reciprocated, she stood and as the magnetism of (Y/n)'s gaze, MJ looked for her in the same place she was watching from afar and found her looking at her with a smile. MJ smiled weakly and drew her eyebrows together in a funny expression as if asking what was happening to (Y/n). Why the (y/h/c) haired girl was looking at her like that?

But before they could have any other kind of interaction, a rainstorm caught everyone there by surprise. The rain started suddenly without giving any indication in the clear sky that it was coming. Suddenly the heavy rain that started out of nowhere and closed the weather with you made MJ have only one reaction: to quickly approach (Y/n) and take her by the hand. (Y/n) let herself be guided by MJ while they looked for a marquee or somewhere to protect themselves from the rain like the people there. The fair was open-air, only the stands had a small awning to protect the books.

They both walked quickly through the rain, but that didn't stop them from getting very wet due to the intensity of the sudden rain.

MJ struggled to see a store that seemed to be closed with a small roof in front. She and (Y/n) arrived there completely soaked and panting. And holding hands, their fingers intertwined tightly as if they could get lost in that crowd yet, or because they didn't want to lose that pleasant contact even without touching that they had been holding hands all this time.

(Y/n)'s surprisingly sudden laugh made MJ look at her now. The laughter started brief and weak and began to escalate into a bigger level with the confused look MJ threw at the redhead. (Y/n) put her hand in front of her mouth without stopping laughing yet, MJ started laughing too because the redhead's laughter was contagious.

— Why are you laughing, you crazy? — MJ says between giggles still and shaking her head. (Y/n) stops laughing slowly, recovering when MJ pulls a wet strand of hair away from her face. She was too close again — Well, how nice that you regained your sanity, Y/L/N.

Just the opposite, thought the redhead.

— You're going to catch a cold — MJ comments, taking off her jacket and handing it to her. (Y/n) didn't accept it, she just looked at her with a frown.

— Oh, and you're not going?

— No, I never get sick.

— Sure, Jan — (Y/n) rolled her eyes, but then smiled right after.

— I'm wearing a sleeve shirt, I'll be fine. You're wearing a cropped top. Here — she insisted, offering the jacket in her hand again.

— No need to, MJ, i'll be fine.

— (Y/n), you made me wear sunscreen against my will, so it's only fair that you accept my jacket." The big girl simply put the leather jacket that was dry inside on (Y/n)'s back and slung it over her body by her shoulders. (Y/n) was clearly cold and hugging her own body. — Can you please just shut up and take it? Thanks.

— Bossy.

— Look who's talking... — MJ hisses raising her eyebrows quickly.

— What was that? — The smaller one narrows her eyes at her trying to hide a small smile that wants to form with the silly expression on her face that MJ made, as if she were a cute little child caught for doing something stupid.

— I didn't say anything!

— Yes, you did! — she laughed and started tickling MJ's belly, who was pulling away from her because she knew that the redhead knew her weak spot. They started laughing, one because of the tickling and the other simply because she got carried away by the laughter and the way her eyes almost closed when she laughed like that. — You said I'm bossy!

— No, I didn't! — MJ laughed even harder — Even though you are!

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped for a second and she moved away from the big girl. She straightened the jacket that was almost falling off her shoulders and pointed at MJ with her index finger.

— Take it back right now, Jones.

— Uh, Y/L/N… I'm so scared...

— Okay, you asked for it...

— Wait... n-no! No! I was kidding...

Eventually MJ managed to pin both of (Y/n)'s hands above her head after several laughs. (Y/n) was almost leaning back against the glass of the closed store behind her. Her (y/e/c) eyes were locked on the brown ones that were staring back at her intensely. It seemed like an eternity of time as it always was when the two girls looked at each other. The bubble they created around themselves seemed impenetrable. MJ took another step forward and looked at the hands that delicately held (Y/n)'s wrists and she made her hands intertwine, now consciously, not by instinct.

She knew and didn't know at the same time what she was doing. Part of her was only responding to what seemed to be the call of the magnetism she seemed to have to (Y/n)'s body, it seemed that she was always driven closer to her.

(Y/n) watched the larger one's movements and then her gaze went back up to her eyes, brown and a little dilated now. Then they wandered to MJ's mouth that had just become more eye-catching with the glow that her own tongue left there after wetting her lips with her tip quickly.

(Y/n) tried to control the beating of her own heart that began to speed up inside her chest as she swallowed dryly and looked again into MJ's intense, eager eyes. Again time seemed to pass so slowly, but torturously this time for some reason.

— Hey, you two. You're going to catch a cold.

Their little moment was interrupted by a sweet, gentle, yet concerned voice. They turned away and saw a short black lady with her body leaning forward, indicating a slight hump from years of bad posture. She had warm, tender black eyes.

— Come in, this rain doesn't look like it's going to stop now — the lady gestured for the two to enter. The lady came in, holding her pink coat around her body, waiting for the girls inside. (Y/n) looked at MJ quickly and gave her a dull smile for not knowing what to do right, she usually smiled when she was nervous. She then walked hurriedly to the entrance of the store holding her jacket and then disappeared from MJ's view.

The black woman sighed audibly since no one would really hear, trying to calm herself from what had almost happened now. She put her hands in her jacket pocket to get a cigarette, but remembered that she didn't have them or the jacket.

— Fuck... — she muttered to herself and took another deep breath before entering the store.

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shayyprasad · 2 months

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shay's 100 follower celebration masterlist

the link to the event here!

perfect (tom holland x singer!reader)- you've just got back from tour, and tom's the first one waiting at the airport.

baby jam (older!reader x older!peter)- in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

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kj-1130 · 10 months

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Anything for You

chapter 7

previous chapter || series masterlist

“Psst… pssst!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and irritation, turning and trying to get away from the poking on your cheek. You groaned lowly when it only persisted, peeking your eyes open to see MJ’s face.

“Good morning,” she whispered softly, stroking your cheek, almost lulling you back to sleep. “Your phone’s been buzzing like crazy.”

With a sigh, you reach over to the nightstand where your phone was located, and start pressing down, hoping that you’ll soon hit whatever button that gets the noise to stop. After a few seconds of the randomized tapping, silence returns and you snuggle back into Michelle’s chest who is happy to hold you close. The warmth and love she radiates is enough to suck you back into a peaceful rest.

Said peaceful rest lasts for only a few moments before it’s so rudely disturbed by the same buzzing you stopped only a little while ago.

With a hefty groan, you reach over once again, snatching the phone and pressing the ‘accept call’ button.

“What?” you demanded in a grouchy tone, giving up any hope of getting any more sleep.

“I’m outside. In the parking lot.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear with a frown on your face, squinting at the screen trying to decipher who was calling you at such an hour (it was well past 11 in the morning). Once you saw who it was, you let out a sigh and begrudgingly lifted the phone back to your ear.

“What are you talking about, Pepper?” you muttered out, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“Our day out,” she said as if it was obvious. “I’m here.”

“Our what now?”

The woman let out a short exhale that you could hear exhaustion seep out of. “Can you just…get ready? And come outside? Please?”

You laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what was even going on. Your brain wasn’t even fully aware, with you not even being awake for five minutes yet.

Then, you hung up.

Your hand falls from your face onto the bed as you let out a breath and close your eyes.

“Are you gonna get ready?”

“Hmm?” you hummed back looking up at Michelle with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t wanna leave her waiting for too long…” she trails off, noticing your still confused face. “Pepper,” she clarifies.

In response, you finally sit completely up and let out a sigh.

“‘M not sure if I have the energy for…that right now.”

MJ copies your movements and puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her. She could feel how tense you had gotten despite only waking up less than five minutes ago.

“She’s…trying,” your girlfriend says after a moment of searching for a proper word. She senses you about to interject so she picks back up. “And I know. It’s too little, too late. Believe me, I know. But you’ve been trying too. Trying to get closure--trying to heal. Maybe in some way, this’ll help. All else fails, you set your boundary and you never have to do it again,” she finishes.

Letting the girl’s words ring around your head, you inhale deeply and slowly start to push yourself off the bed and stiffly make your way towards the closet. MJ watches you walk away, hoping and praying that all goes well. She couldn’t bear to watch you break once more.

Pepper’s head snaps up as she’s startled from the sound of her car door opening and being slammed shut. The woman watched as you buckled yourself up with shaky hands and got (uncomfortably) settled. Eyeing your clothing choice of a hoodie and sweatpants with some old Nikes, she clears her throat gently.

“I um…didn’t think you would come,” she confesses.

“I didn’t want to,” you replied. Seeing her grimace out the corner of your eye, you let out a sigh. “But…somebody said that something good might come from this so…”

The woman nodded and after a few more seconds of silence, put the car in drive and made her way out the parking lot. She cruised down the streets, taking short glances at you every now and then.

“So,” she starts hesitantly. “What do you like to do? Anywhere you wanna go?”

You briefly thought about telling her ‘back home’, but decided against it. Not only would Michelle be slightly upset (no matter how hard she’d try to hide it), your new therapist (found by your girlfriend) would be disappointed that you hadn’t taken this opportunity to heal yourself.

“I don’t really get out much…” you trail off. “Just book stores and stuff.”

Pepper nods in response. That wasn’t what she was expecting but surely she could find something for the two of you to do. Somewhere you could sit and she could learn about you, even if it was just the tiniest thing.

It had been about an hour or so since Pepper had picked you up and the amount of bags you had sitting in her trunk were ridiculous. She had stopped by some stores (not any fancy boutiques, thank the lord) and bought anything she caught you eyeing for more than 2.5 seconds. She even thought of MJ and asked for your input of things you think she’d like.

You walked out with new clothes, shoes (nikes in particular as she had seen that the ones you had on were a little worn out), and some jewelry.

Currently, the two of you were at a little locally owned diner per your suggestion. You had become familiar with the owners over the years you came in with your girlfriend.

You shared some small talk. You asked about Morgan (who had been apparently singing your praises at home), she asked about how you and MJ had been settling in your apartment.

You were reluctantly enjoying yourself but it all seemed so…forced in a way. Like she was trying everything she could think of to appeal to you and make you like her.

“You don’t have to…buy me out, you know,” you said during a lull in conversation.

Pepper sighed and placed down the fry she was about to eat, nodding slowly.

“I know.”

You watched her gather her words and prepared yourself for an emotional monologue from her.

“When they told me you were in the hospital, my heart dropped. I thought I had lost my chance to…make things right?” she said, not sounding quite sure of herself. “This isn’t to ease my guilty conscience because if anything, I should be living with it for the rest of my life. No excuse could possibly be made to explain what I did.

“I just want to give you what you deserve,” the woman reiterates, taking the chance and reaching across the table to rest her hand on top of yours. Strangely, the urge to pull away wasn’t terribly strong. “You deserve a guardian--an adult at the very least to lean on. It’s something you should’ve had since the beginning. I’m not trying to be a parent to you--it’s much too late…”she trails off. You see tears pooling in her eyes as she continues. “I just wanna be there…to support you and watch you blossom; to help you grow and go off into the world knowing that you have something to fall back on if you ever need it.”

Emotional talk always made you uncomfortable, but you knew right now that it was needed. There was no way you could continue without acknowledging the elephant in the room and it’d be foolish of you if you thought you could.

As you shifted in your seat, you nodded slowly in response to her impromptu speech. If she could talk the leap, then so could you.

“Thanks,” you whispered. You could see Pepper lean in closer to you out of the corner of your eye as you stared at your plate of food. “I think…maybe I’ll get used to it eventually but Pepper…” you trailed off, finally looking up at her before taking a breath. “I just need some time.” You shook your head as you saw the woman slouch slightly, clearly affected by your response. “Some time soon just…not right now.”

“I understand,” she mutters.

Previous conversation resumed, but it just didn’t feel the same. There was a heavy air that surrounded the two of you that made things awkward. Pepper had felt the sting of a rejection, that was completely unintended, and you felt guilty for making things tense (even though you shouldn’t have).

You finished your late lunch and the strawberry blonde had driven you home afterwards. Even if things hadn't gone down like they did, you still would’ve requested to be taken back to your apartment as all the shopping had worn you out.

When you arrived, you insisted that you could carry all of the bags up. Pepper watched as you waddled towards the entrance and you saw her zoom off as soon as you reached the elevator.

Tremors spread from your hands to your arms as you watched the number in the elevator slowly rise, silently wishing you hadn’t been so stubborn. The doors finally opened and you gathered the last of your strength to make it to your door. When had the halls gotten so long?

By the time you got there, you could’ve sworn you felt a drop of sweat go down the side of your forehead. You kicked the door harshly, knowing you couldn’t move your arms to knock.

MJ opened the door a few moments later, looking confused then highly amused.

“Need some help with that?”

You simply glare at her and walk in once she moves to the side. As soon as you were in an open area, you dropped the bags and shook your arms out in search of relief.

When Michelle saw the way your hands and arms shook in response to such strain, she furrowed her eyebrows in concern and made her way over to you after closing the door.

“She didn’t help you bring these up?” she questioned, massaging you from forearm to fingers.

“I didn’t want her to,” you mumbled with a hint of shame in your voice.

Your girlfriend let out a sigh and you knew she was upset and slightly disappointed, even if she didn’t say so out loud.

“I take it things didn’t go so well?”

You shrug, “They did just…got kinda awkward I guess.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

As the two of you gazed at each other, you noticed how much love Michelle held in her eyes. And it was all directed towards you.

“Maybe later. Just wanna spend the rest of the day with you.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did.

Pepper was on her side, staring at the wall as she laid in bed. It was one of the rare nights Tony joined her at a reasonable hour. He laid behind her and if she was being honest, his snoring was driving her up the wall.

The digital clock that was on her nightstand beside the bed shone at her.

12:40 AM

Time. That's all that seemed to be on her mind lately. She feared that she had let too much of it pass her by and now, she selfishly hoped that it would speed up ever so slightly.

As her mind continued to race, her phone buzzed, catching her attention. The notification turned out to be a text and she wondered who’d be messaging at this hour.

y/n: next saturday with morgan? her pick

She sent back a quick positive reply and turned her phone off. She settled under the cover and finally settled for the night.

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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reader haveing a sensory overload in the bathroom of school and mj sees her and comforts but like kind of angst and fluff

omg i wrote it and totally missed the sensory overload bit i'm sorry but i hope this works out okay!

to draw people in crisis

michelle jones (mj) x queer!fem!reader

summary: mj finds the new girl crying in the bathroom and refuses to leave until she's okay. the both of them leave with smiles.

w/c: 1.2k

notes: angst to fluff, strangers to implied future lovers, gay, jokes about straight people (it's all /j /j don't come for me pls), mentions of homophobic comments but no actual homophobia, descriptions of being effected by homophobic comments/environment

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“have you come to rub it in?” you sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve unattractively. when you pulled it back, the fabric was stained with snot.

mj was expressionless, though inside, she was very much freaking out. it wasn’t every day you found the incredibly beautiful, witty, enigmatic new student sobbing and hiccuping on the grimy bathroom floor.

“well? are you just gonna stand there? d’you wanna draw me in crisis, or something? yeah, i fucking know about you, michelle. i don’t- please, just leave me alone.”

mj added another adjective to her list of things she knew about you. beautiful, witty, enigmatic, and bitchy snarky.

mj raised her eyebrows but said nothing. instead, she took a seat next to you, so close that your thighs were touching. she sighed as her back touched the wall. unlike you, who was stiff and pressed at a 90 degree angle against the cinderblocks, mj was slouched and nonchalant. she stared up at the ceiling and you refused to acknowledge her presence, locking your eyes squarely in front of you.

“i’m not here to draw you. you’re not my type of subject.”

you huffed. “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

mj turned her head and was met by your stubborn side profile. your jaw was clenched but it still wobbled. “you’re too pretty.”

you rubbed your eyes delicately, careful not to smudge your mascara.

“here, use this.” mj ripped up some of the cheap toilet paper and handed it to you, all neatly folded up. you accepted the paper wordlessly.

you dabbed at your eyes, then your tear-stained cheeks, then your jaw, which had been collecting pools of moisture.

mj cleared her throat. “so, why are you here anyways?”

“i could ask the same about you,” you snipped passive aggressively, though both of you knew you didn’t mean it.

“i needed to pee.”

“m’kay then. go pee and then leave me alone,” you commanded with no real authority. “please,” you whispered, but your voice cracked.

“oh, would you look at that? suddenly, i don’t need to pee anymore.” mj pulled her knees to her chest and shuffled her body so she could face you entirely. “i know you don’t know me, or anything, but do you wanna talk about it? the perk of not knowing me is that you’ll probably never see me again, so there’s no pressure.” though i’d like to see you again, mj thought.

“fine,” you choked. “bio is such a shit class. i like- well, liked bio, and i was so excited for it, y’know, ‘cause midtown’s a specialization school,” you mumbled. “but apparently the curriculum here is just as bad as the public school system, because it’s just my luck that we’re on the ‘types of reproduction’ unit. it’s not that it’s hard; i actually really enjoy the study of asexual reproduction and i’ve done some lab work on it. but i guess i should’ve known better than to get my hopes up, because obviously, the minute we start discussing sexual reproduction, everything becomes so heterocentric and it immediately opens the ground for ‘jokes’ that’s just thinly veiled homophobia and it feels like such an attack, y’know? and i didn’t come out or anything so it’s not like people know to be cautious around me, but even if i was out, i don’t think they’d bother. and the teacher’s an absolute idiot, so of course he’s not gonna do shit- oh shit, i’m rambling, aren’t i?”

“you say shit a lot,” mj noted. then she cracked a rare smile; it was the first time you’d ever seen her smile. mj was surprised at her reaction too.

“yeah, well, it was a shitty situation. i just tell it as it is.” you hesitated. “sorry, i didn’t mean to get all sjw on you. you don’t have to- sorry, i overanalyze things a lot. it’s annoying, i know.”

mj’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you in astonishment. “why are you apologizing? i- no, you’re absolutely correct, and i never thought i’d meet anyone who felt the same way as me. midtown’s such a ‘science-y’ environment that it’s almost like people don’t care about social issues whatsoever and i’m just- wow, i wasn’t expecting you to be so cool.”

you giggled, your tears long dried but the skin around your eyes still taunt from dehydration. “what’d you think i’d be like, then? you didn’t think i’d be cool?”

mj didn’t blush, but she was visibly flustered. “no! i mean, i thought you’d be more… ah, this is going to sound so bad. i thought you were gonna be more… airheaded.” mj cringed. “‘cause you’re pretty. all the pretty girls here are straight as fuck. and therefore, simpleminded creatures incapable of societal awareness.”

the two of you burst into quiet laughter, hyperaware of the echo chamber that the bathroom stall had created. you calmed yourself with a shaky inhale. “god, i love people like you. i’m always scared to joke like that; i’m glad i met you. even if you were straight, i’d still be glad i met you. you’re really cool, mj.”

mj held her breath, pursing her lips to hide another smile. one smile was already over her daily quota. “thanks. you’re really cool too. i’m sorry about bio.”

“yeah, me too. but it’s gonna be like that most of the time, right? so we gotta take care of each other.” you nudged her shoulder with yours. “thanks for being here for me, even though i was a bit of an ass to you at first. actually, no, i was just a straight asshole. but yeah, i’m here for you too.”

you smiled at mj once more, and for once, mj felt like her collected demeanor was going to crack and that she was going to burst into happy, girlish squeals. she didn’t, obviously. but your happiness was contagious, almost. you just had that effect on people.

mj pushed herself up. “i should go-”

you shuffled to your feet. “probably best that i-”

the two of you laughed, yours much more enthusiastic than mj’s. “i should go back to class. reluctantly.”

“and i lied. i actually do need to pee.”

you snorted, fanning your face to rid yourself of any trace of your tears. “can we be friends? because i’d really like to be friends. um, could i have your number? or you can have mine, or we could exchange emails, or something.”

it was the first time mj found herself on the receiving end of flustered. she’d watched peter blush profusely with liz allen, and ned stumble over his words with betty, but she’d never been in their positions. and she definitely hadn’t been in liz and betty’s positions.

“y-yeah. i’d like that. do you have your phone, or…?”

you pulled your phone from your back pocket quickly, all but shoving it in her hands eagerly. when mj typed in her number, she noted you’d added a little heart next to her name, and she preened.

“alright. bye.” you held your hand up in an awkward wave. “have fun… um, peeing. don’t fall in.”

with that, you jogged out of the bathroom and let the door slam behind you. mj stood there, heart slamming against her chest equally as hard.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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jasntodds · 1 year

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I am SO late to doing this, I’m sorry 😭 I know I didn’t read A LOT in 2022 but the fics I did read were amazing and I wanted to take the time to mention them in a post!! You guys are so talented and brilliant and creative. I hope I get to read more of your guys’ fics this year!! And I hope all of you have an amazing 2023 💕

I’ll Find You by @lauras-collection

Summary: This was not how you imagined finding out who your soulmate is.

Death Takes and It Takes blurb by @sparklingsin

Exert: There’s a deep ache in the space between Peter’s ribs.A deep ache that travels up his sternum and bubbles up his throat in the form of a low sob.

Rainy Day by @userholland

Summary: after choosing to make everyone forget who he is, peter is still trying to adjust to his new life. with may gone and mj & ned in massachusetts, he’s had to branch out and find new friendships to make. still maintaining his spidey persona, he keeps the city of new york safe everyday and tries to not make past mistakes. everything has been different, almost like a useless re-do he wish he could take back. nevertheless, he finds comfort in you, his neighbor that lives across the hall from him. the citizens of new york may need his help… until you come down with a cold.

(18+) Pistolwhip Series by @silkscream

Summary: peter parker is in love with his high school best friend, michelle jones, and you are in love with peter’s roommate, harry osborn. when mj and harry start dating, you and peter test your limits in a situation that “benefits” the both of you. how far will the two of you go to satisfy each others’ loneliness?

(18+) Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal by @spideyspeaches

Summary: There was something different about Peter Parker, and you were gonna find what it was until your last breath.

Kiss You Goodnight by @fairyofshampoo

Summary: it’s been a long day so peter helps you get ready for bed.

Secret Language (Peter Parker x Mute!Reader) by @waitimcomingtoo

Synopsis: a study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other

Things That Look Like Nothing by @justapurrcat

Synopsys: As if getting caught up into the cliché trap of falling in love with your best friend and having to watch as he falls for someone else wasn’t enough, the universe has decided to take a step further in punishing you, turning your existence in a not-so-figurative life or death situation. Your closest confident is now the reason behind your pain, your anchor the very thing that’s dragging you down...

Time After Time by @softspideys

Summary: peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

Touch series by @waitimcomingtoo

Synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him

After All by @websterss

Summary: You do crazy things for ones you love right.

(18+) Power Trip by @silkscream

Summary: you and steve settle your difference when he drives you home

Something Evil’s Lurking by @websterss

Synopsis: You’re out of time and Vecna’s about to strike, and in order to save you Steve has to sing your favorite song.

Chocolate and Cuddles by @justapurrcat

Summary: Just a soft cuddle session with your treasure-hunting boyfriend

(18+) The Memory Of Your Touch by @sparklingsin

Summary: rough sex with nathan drake in those cargo pants and white shirt.

No Place Like Home Series (Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd) by @pinkchubbiebunnie

Summary: When Jason lashes out at you one day and goes a step too far, you know it’s not genuine anger, but rather, a cry for help from a broken boy. And though it’s unconventional, you have an idea of just how you can help him out.

The Titans taking care of their chronically ill Partner during a flare up by @pinkchubbiebunnie

Also includes Dawn, Dick, Hank, Kory, and Donna (I just didn’t make a separate card for them yet

Steamy by @pinkchubbiebunnie

Summary: “Maybe her idea of paradise isn’t sharing a bathroom with you, Jason.”

Ever since you and Jason have moved into Titans Tower, you have started a rivalry so potent that it’s affecting every part of your lives. The mainstay of this rivalry? The shared bathroom. On this night, your competition bleeds into something else entirely.

No Place Like Home Series (Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd) by @pinkchubbiebunnie

The Titans taking care of their chronically ill Partner during a flare up by @pinkchubbiebunnie

Also includes Dawn, Dick, Hank, Kory, and Donna (I just didn’t make a separate card for them yet

The Sweater Song by @pinkchubbiebunnie

Summary: You knew he had to leave, but somehow that made it hurt even more. Even though it was the best thing for him - the best thing for both of you, it still hurt more than you could say. You lived in his sweater until he came back and just hoped your shirt would make it impossible for him to forget about you.

Based on Sweater Song by Hedley.

Waking Up After A Night Of Partying blurb by @slutobrien

Exert: You groaned loudly and moved to roll over away from the sunlight peeking through and shining across your face.

Birthday Boy by @buckybarnesandmarvel

Summary: It’s your lover’s birthday!

Say It Back by @softholand

Summary: sometimes certain words are harder for some people to say, yours just happens to be the infamous i love you

I Don’t Know Where I Stand series by @cutetomholland

Summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.

Who You Really Are (Shang-Chi x Reader) by @americaswritings

Summary: You find out about Shang-Chi’s true identity after he saves you in an alley.

#i'm sorry it took so long for me to do this!!#2022 fic recs #kaylee recommends

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Hey, can you make headcanons about fem reader dating with Michelle Jones?

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: hi! theres not enough mj love on this app so tysm for requesting! i hope you like it.

word count: 643

summary: fem!reader x mj general headcannons

warnings: none, but if there is any let me know!!

marvel - masterlist m.masterlist

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She didn’t really even recognize that the feelings she has for you were like… feelings.

But once when she was ranting nervously to you, the smile on your face froze her right in her place. MJ dipped so fast once she realized why she was being so anxious around you.

You had to approach her first to see what had happened and she tried to not let it slip out but it did. Once she got going, especially around you, she couldn’t seem to stop talking. You always knew how to calm her down. And you really did this time.

Telling her that you have had a thing for her for a while you just didn’t know for sure if she liked girls. MJ looked down at her outfit giving you a quirked brow which caused you to express that the fear of rejection was real. (fr fr)

The relationship started off slow. Only sitting next to each other and you driving her home after school when she needed it.

But then it started to pick once you got past the holding hand stage.

Your first official date was a movie night at your house. Snacks laid out on the table and a single blanket to share on the couch. It was simple, which MJ was fine with. For the fact that she was silently freaking out when you fell asleep on her shoulder.

She’s not a big fan of PDA. She thinks its gross when people decide to make out in the hallways and personally wouldn't want to stick her tongue down someone’s throat in front of other individuals.

So she’ll stick with the pinky link. Maybe even a full hand hold down the hallway if you’re lucky.

The first kiss you guys shared was awkward to say the least. It was when the two of you were going on a date in the local library. You went to lean in as she went to look down. Foreheads = collide. Soft laughter bounced off of you both as to keep it down. Once everything was settled down you gazed into each other's eyes. Slowly closing the gap once more but this time with a more pleasant outcome.

Peter and Ned are your guys’ number one supporters. Always giggling to each other at the simplest actions between you.

For instance when you gave your jacket to MJ when walking with the group along a street in the fall. Ned elbowed Peter motioning him to look as she slipped it over her head before resuming her hand holding yours. They gave each other a knowing looks and tried to suppress their smiles.

Quiet nights with MJ were the best. Either watching something on TV or maybe both of you being sprawled across a couch. The two of you both resting on an arm while your legs were tangled together. A blanket covering them. Only speaking when something happened in either situation.

It may take a while for MJ to open up officially. You’ll have to earn her trust enough for her to express if she’s battling with something internally.

Even after she gets more comfortable you would still have to sit her down and ask if somethings wrong most of the time.

For example, MJ isn’t the most jealous person in the world but she can be insecure with herself if someone who is relatively attractive is making you laugh and veering your attention to them and not her.

She can close herself off, only responding with short answers. However when you do bring it up it’ll all come out in a jumble. Like water breaking a dam. She just can’t control herself around you.

At the end of the day she knows you only have feelings for her and her you, but she just needs a little confirmation sometimes.

Giving her a kiss and some gentle words is a simple solution to it.

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