#MJ x Reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Could we get a mj x reader x Gwen either them pampering reader with kisses after saving the day again or them competing for readers attention

Gwen gasps as Y/N and MJ enter the small party…

Gwen: babes you made it!

Gwen hugs and kisses them both…

Gwen: I missed you

Y/N: we missed you on patrol

MJ: yeah we’re nothing without you, rockstar

Gwen: well super model, enjoy the party and I’ll make it up to both of you.

The three head off to enjoy the party together…

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: I just watched Peter and MJ try to cross a street and almost get hit by a car.

Y/N: When the driver honked Peter yelled, "SORRY" at the same time MJ yelled, "FUCK OFF".

Y/N: I want what they have.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect Quote

Mj, gesturing to Peter: Ned, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Y/n: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Ned: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Peter, near tears: I DON��T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

[rxmqnova]

Y/N: Why would someone as cool as you be dating my brother?

MJ: Well, I find that if you're a little bit cooler than your boyfriend, he'll never dump you.

Y/N: Oooooh.

[moon-fics]

The Lime Light (prologue)

A/n: I had to reupload this bc I messed up some editing but now it's up for good!

Summary: After disappearing from the spotlight you finally return. However, a rough night and a scandalous paparazzi photo causes you to forge a new PR relationship with the beloved actor, Peter Parker.

Rating: PG 13

The light is too bright in the questionably damp room as your agent's, Elizabeth Allen, voice blurs into the background. Stress drones out all noise from the outside world, filling your ears and mind with tv static. You rub your forehead to ease the unsteady feeling inside, your heart beating louder than a drum. 

"So, you'll do it right?" Liz asks, her voice full of hope. You know that you've been letting her down recently, avoiding roles that would boost your audience. "You can't keep turning down roles or they'll stop requesting you," She warns, wagging a finger at you.

If she was anyone else you'd snap at her, telling her you just aren't feeling the role. However, you both know you've been using that excuse for months and she's too sweet of a woman to yell at. 

It's a good plot, one that would win awards if done right. A love story with tragedy that isn't expected until the last act. A girl in love with a man with a double life, but she's in love with his secret identity and hates the man behind the mask. It's cliche beyond belief, but almost everything has already been done in Hollywood. 

"Have they gotten anyone relevant in the cast?" You ask with a heavy sigh, sitting up straight in the chair. You're now alert and invested in the conversation, at least as much as you can be. "I mean, I'd rather not work with a cast full of new faces," It's a harsh thing to say, especially since you started out in the same spot as them.

Liz nods, a burst of energy coming through her, “So you’re actually interested?” She squeaks as you nod in hopes it’ll satisfy her. It's the first time in a while you've shown interest in any gig she's gotten you, which to her, is a huge deal. She quickly shuffles through a file which you can see contains an out of order script. 

"Here we go," She hums, placing a paper with a list of names on it. You hesitantly reach for it, sliding it off her wooden desk. It's covered in scratches from her pen pressing too hard on paper, a few coffee stains as well. You smooth out the paper, starting on the first name. 

Felicia Hardy is the first name you recognize and you're surprised she isn't the lead. Instead she's stuck as the supporting actress who eventually dies off to progress the plot. From what you've heard about her, she'll throw a stink about it but eventually agree to her character's fate.

Your eyes scan over names of actors you've neither met nor heard of. You're relieved when you finally land on Harry Osborn but it's gone when you see a question mark drawn next to his name. That could mean many things but the two most likely is that he either hasn't decided or the casting director is still looking.

"Is Harry still dropping roles after what happened?" You ask, glancing up from the paper. You should know the answer, you should be asking Harry himself. But after witnessing something as gruesome as his incident, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him once he was discharged. Liz is no longer sitting in front of you, instead she's organizing her desk. She's nervous, why wouldn't she be? 

"From what I've heard from his agent," You forget that she has connections, that she's no longer a young woman struggling to keep actors. Just like how you're no longer a child sitting in a chair you can't fit in; your mother making sure you can't speak for yourself. Her words still echo in your mind telling you to cry on que and to never get close to your co-stars. "He's debating giving up acting entirely." She shrugs, tightening her bun. 

The news doesn't surprise you in the slightest, what happened was traumatizing. Even though you had only watched what happened you still have flashes of broken bone and blood on an expensive set. Even now you cringe at the thought. 

"I know you get along with Harry and I really think he might accept the role!" She cheers up, placing her hand on her desk. You wait for an explanation, already knowing she'll tell you without a prompt. "His best friend, Peter Parker, is the lead role." She squeals. 

Liz is a huge fan of Peter Parker and often laments about how she regrets not signing him to her company,at the time she thought he was a one shot wonder. He's a brilliant actor who has a great streak in the industry and a huge following of fan girls. Somehow every movie he's been in has been a hit, something an actor can only dream of. 

As much as you want to continue to pretend like you aren't known by millions, you have to suck it up. You can already feel the all nighters and coffee on your breath. As the buzzing in your mind slowly begins you hold out your hand.

"Hand me the script."

-�� -  -

You stare at the boy in front of you, at least a year older maybe two if you’re generous. You’re examining him from afar, imagining how he looks at every angle just so you can get a feel for him. You’ve never worked with a boy around your age, not in such a serious role like this.

His hair is well kept and he never leaves his father’s side. A part of you knows he only got this role because his father is directing the movie, I mean, Norman Osborn always gets what he wants. So why wouldn’t he want his son to become just as famous as him?

You’re so transfixed on taking note of his every feature you hardly notice your mother approaching you. Your first big role and she’s not letting you out of her sight, she calls it a precaution, but you know she just wants to keep her strings attached to you. Even at the ripe age of thirteen you understand her love is purely based on your achievements. 

Eventually, you’re thrusted onto set to practice your lines with the boy… and holy shit you’re nervous. You’re too new to acting to have any fame get into your head but you have no clue how this boy will act and honestly, you’re terrified he’ll get you recasted.

As you approach the set decorated to be a middle class kitchen your hands are sweating. You’re lucky Mr. Osborn has allowed you to hold onto your script or you might forget every line even after the hours of late night practices. Before you know it you’re standing a few feet away from the red, no brown, wait maybe both haired boy. 

“I’m Harry,” The boy speaks first, holding out a hand. He isn’t even holding a script, he’s confident he knows his lines which only makes you feel worse. You hesitate to shake his hand, worried he might crush your hand or secretly tell you how out of place you are. “I heard this is your first time in a position like this!” He continues, a genuine and bright smile spreads across his lips.

Finally, you use your voice and take his hand, “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” You’re taken aback by how soft his skin is and how he doesn’t insult you for being nervous. Something about him is warm, he’s like a fall candle that you light at night when you can’t focus. 

“You shouldn’t be nervous just because my dad is the director. He can’t replace you,” He assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You don’t understand what he means, actors get replaced all the time for the simplest reasons. “I specifically chose you to work with and my father won’t risk my career over something as small as forgetting lines!” He gestures to your script, his head tilting to the side. A strand of hair falls out of place and suddenly you’re reminded that he’s not some big shot, he’s a kid same as you.

With a new determination in your chest you give him a solid nod. You feel special, you feel wanted for the first time in a while. Harry chose you to work with out of who knows how many other girls. He must see something in you, something he wants to work with. With a yell of ‘action’ and a snapping sound, the flame between friends is ignited.

[oneofstarkskids]

wish

peter parker x friend!reader, ned leeds x friend! reader

angst

wlw

jealousy. a very powerful emotion. you felt it coursing through your veins as peter wrapped his arm around mj's waist.

he whispered something in her ear and she laughed. she actually laughed. it was something you weren't used to seeing her do.

you finally tore your gaze away from them to see ned staring at you intensely. "dude," he gasped. "you're totally jealous!"

you glared at him, "i am not!"

ned nodded vigorously, "uh yeah. you are! like smuckers in the flesh."

"no i'm not! i just-" you paused in thought for a moment, trying to express your feelings without giving too much away.

you sighed, "i just wish..."

ned interrupted, "you could be with him instead?"

you took a deep breath. scared of how he would react to the truth. you wanted to tell him. he was your friend, but... you couldn't seem to form the words.

"uh yeah. i just wish it were me," you said. which was true. just probably not in the way he would interpret it.

suddenly, peter kissed mj on the cheek and you felt this burning in your chest. ned didn't seem to notice the change in your expression, "don't worry, bestie. i'm sure there's someone out there for you."

you didn't respond for a minute. you just felt your heart sink deeper and deeper before plastering on a fake smile and giving a half-hearted laugh.

"yeah. i'm sure."

[lxvemaze]

astro bf! headcanons

pairing: astro x gn!reader

tags: fluff !!

warnings: n/a

a/n: I LUV ASTRO!! THAT'S ALL!!

the rest of the members are under the cut!

⚝jinjin

okay okay, i know what yall might think about jinjin in a relationship: you might think that he'd be more like, on top of things and kind of like, be the lead in the relationship. BUT I THINK OTHERWISE!!! this man does not put up with sanha and mj's constant bullshit just to come home and have to continue adulting. NOPE. this man likes to be babied in a relationship- im convinced of it!! take him out, give him little gifts, buy him flowers, etc. he loves that shit, for sure. it's not that he doesn't put any effort in- he does! he still likes to take care of you, but he just likes to be taken care of even more!

⚝mj

and now, the OPPOSITE of jinjin. you may think that mj wants to be taken care of and treated like the pretty princess he is- which he definitely does sometimes- but he LOVES taking care of you! i feel like mj at first doesn't really give the "husband material" vibe, simply bc of how goofy he is, but i think he totally does once you get to know him! mj mentioned in an interview recently that he really wants to have kids, and that got me thinking that mj is totally the type of guy to like, walk around the baby section of target and be like "we'll buy THAT for our baby" and "when we have a baby we're totally gonna get THESE". i think he just loves to daydream about settling down with you, and once you've been together for a while, he'll start asking about getting married as soon as possible.

⚝eunwoo

ya'll knew this was coming- but the NO. 1 husband material man of all time is without a doubt mr. cha eunwoo/lee dongmin. eunwoo is such a romantic, i get seriously delulu about him sometimes 😔☝️ that being said- i think that eunwoo is the type of guy that hates to be without you. like, if he can bring you abroad with him to all his shoots and concerts- he absolutely will. he loves to buy you beautiful gifts, bring you flowers, etc. but he also likes to just do the little things as well! like, he likes to open car doors for you, run your baths for you, fold your laundry- you know, stuff like that! he just loves and appreciates you. i feel like although he'd love to show you off, he just likes to keep things more private. i feel like he'd just want to live a quiet life with his love.

⚝moonbin

okay, so if you read my bf! txt headcanons, i feel like bin is a lot like taehyun. like, he just loves to admire you. you'll be doing some mundane task and you'll look over at him, and he's just looking at you like (●♡ω♡●) like, bro LOVES you. he's also just like, interested in whatever you're doing. like, you'll be making dinner or smth and he'll be watching you and asking you what you're doing every step of the way. also like taehyun, i feel like bin would like to go to the gym with you! there's this video of bin and sanha doing push-ups, and bin is going like "one more, one more!" at sanha, who is absolutely dying 💀 i feel like he'd do the same with you. he's said that he prefers going to the gym at night, so that'd probably be a part of your nightly routine!

⚝rocky

i feel like while eunwoo is the definition of "husband material", rocky is the definition of "boyfriend material". which are two very distinct things! don't get it twisted!! when i imagine a relationship with eunwoo, i imagine like, living together, cooking dinner, doing just like, romantic stuff, ykwim? but with rocky, i imagine like, going out to the movies, the mall, the beach, the arcade, etc. just like, doing fun stuff!! i imagine rocky as just like, a super fun boyfriend! he's like, the epitome of "college boyfriend" (catch me writing an au on that omfg) he just likes hanging out with you! ya'll don't need to be doing anything fancy, you just enjoy each other's company while still having your own space! maybe in the future you two would settle down and move in with each other, maybe get married. but for bf!rocky, you two are just having fun.

⚝sanha

now sanha- i feel like when i first started stanning astro way back when, sanha was like, 17, he was just like, a skinny little gremlin who terrorized everyone. he still terrorizes everyone- but he's significantly less skinny and gremlin-y than he used to be! so when i first started thinking about this, i had the earlier sanha in mind- but current day sanha??? whole different vibe. sanha nowadays is like, literally the dream boyfriend. on a first date, bro would pick you up on dates, buy you flowers, take you to a nice (but not fancy nice, you feel?) restaurant, you'd go for a walk afterwards, he'd drop you off at your place on time, kiss you goodnight, and then text you once he got back home. and you'd be blushing and giggling the entire time. after being in the relationship for a while, he wouldn't take you on as many nice dates- he'd be way more casual, but he'd still treat you like a princess.

second a/n: i feel like my mind totally blanked on some of these and i just wrote some random shit 😭 writer's block is a bitch, yall. hope you enjoyed it, though!

[6rookie-writer0110]

Sandhill Thrill

MJ x Male Reader

Request - Being MJ’s (MCU) brother who is a superhero she doesn’t know about, and MJ realising when he comes home really injured and she patches him up and tries to help him with the superhero gig?

You are in your bedroom on your laptop. You searched on YouTube for how to fight like Bruce Lee. You start to watch his techniques then you search for how to box. You stand up and you start to copy their moves, you keep repeating the same moves. Then you started to do shadowboxing, you messed up a few times but you kept trying to get it right. Now, you search for another fighting style on YouTube. You stand up again you try to do a punching combo then your sister MJ opens the door.

“What are you doing?” MJ asked.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” You asked.

“You don't knock when you come into my room, Y/n” MJ said.

She doesn't know that you are a hero and that's why you are learning how to fight.

“Well, what do you want?” You asked.

“Mom said breakfast is ready. You are acting strange” MJ said.

“You are strange, get out,” You said.

“Whatever,” MJ said.

She left the door open and went downstairs. You turned off your computer, grabbed your stuff, and went downstairs. MJ’s boyfriend Peter came to walk her to school. You don't hardly talk to Peter but you know that she is happy with him. MJ left with Peter then you headed to the bus stop. While on the bus, you start to think of hero names but you find out it's hard to come up with a name.

“Why it's hard to come up with a name” You sighed.

While in school, you didn't focus in math class. You start to draw what kind of suit you want to wear then you label each part and what color it will have.

——-

After school, you went to the thrift shop. You are looking for items to make your hero suit, but so far you haven't found anything good to use. You did find a cool hoodie for the suit and you bought it. You go home and start to think about what you need for your suit. Then you search online for different materials to design the suit, but you are having a hard time what to pick.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You keep training in your bedroom on how to box. But you would go to the park and time yourself running and you are not doing good, but you don't give up. You searched online on how to run faster and you found a few tips. You are in your room and you can't stop smiling. You are looking in the mirror and you are feeling hyped. You have on your homemade superhero suit, now you want to fight bad guys. You open the window and you sneak out of your bedroom.

It's getting dark and you didn't take long to find a bad guy. A thug was trying to steal a woman’s purse but she won't let go.

“I’m ready,” You said in your mind.

You ran up to the thief and punched him in the face. Then he punched you in the stomach and that felt like you got hit by a rock, the first time getting punched in the stomach. Then he punched you in the face then you kicked him in the nuts then he fell down.

“Lady, are you okay!?” You yelled.

“Get away from me!” She yelled.

She thought that you were a thief and she hit you with her purse. Then she ran away, the guy up and he started to fight you again. But you start to fight back, you kicked him in the stomach and pushed him against the car. You hear a cop car approaching then you start to run away fast.

“Fuck” You mumbled.

You are feeling sore and your body is in pain. You managed to stop a bad guy and you are happy about that. You start to limp your way back home.

MJ goes to your bedroom and she opens the door. You are injured and you are trying to clean the wound on your bottom lip.

“What the hell happened to you!?” MJ yelled.

“You need to learn how to knock, Michelle Jones!” You said.

“I’m serious Y/n, what happened to you,” MJ said.

“I was out fighting bad guys and I got into my first fight,” You said.

She laughed and you have a serious face.

“Oh��� you are serious about that. Why would you do something like that!? You could have got yourself killed!” MJ yelled.

“You can stop yelling now. And i know what I'm doing. I want to be a hero and help people” You said.

“But you don't have a suit, you don't know how to fight and I don't want you to die. Don't be stupid” MJ said.

“I’m not stupid. I’m learning how to fight and I run fast. I know what I'm doing. It's not like we know a hero personally that I can go ask for a suit” You said.

She knows that Peter is Spiderman but you don't know. She grabbed the rubbing alcohol and started to clean the wounds on your knuckles.

“Y/n, you are my brother and I know you want to do the right thing. But I don't want to lose you. You are stubborn and I know you won't stop” MJ said.

MJ cleans the cut on your left eyebrow.

“Are you going to tell mom and dad?” You asked.

“No, I won't tell them. But I would help you” MJ said.

“Help me how?” You asked.

“Design a better suit” MJ teased

“Shut up” You laughed.

———

MJ did tell Peter what you are doing, but she didn't tell you that she told him. You bought a punching bag, and MJ encourages you to fight better. You still don't have a hero name, it's still hard to come up with one. MJ did tell you who to call when you get caught by the cops.

“Why Matt and how do you know him?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about that, just trust me. Next, you need a quick way to run away from the cops. If you don't see an exit or it's blocked distract them then escape” MJ said.

“Good idea,” You said.

Your sister did tag along to help you fight bad guys. You didn't want her to go because she would get hurt, but she did tag along. This time there were two bad guys to fight against while fighting, MJ grabbed a pole and started to hit the bad guys. Then you started to win the fight and cops arrived then you and MJ started to run away.

“Next time…”

You didn't finish your sentence, because you are breathing too hard.

“Good talk,” MJ said.

“Shut up,” You said.

You and MJ went home. She starts to tell you what you did wrong from the start to end.

[fandomnerd9602]

Yandere MJ with spiderpowers please

Y/N tries to walk out the door. MJ webs them right back in...

Y/N: but i have work today

MJ: (purrs) stay. I know you have 24 days of sick leave. Just call in sick and I'll get you out of that web.

Y/N types "can't come in, I'm sick today" and texts it to their boss...

MJ: thank you baby!

Y/N: whatever my spider queen demands

MJ giggles as she pulls Y/N off the web and right onto the couch...

[writings-of-a-demigod]

You thought you were being sneaky and quiet while returning to your room, boy were you wrong and dumb. Being injured and trying to sneak around like you weren’t, that was not easy. As soon as you got in through the window your foot tripped with the lamp wire, while you steadied yourself the lamp fell to the floor and broke down.

“Way to go you idiot” You said to yourself.

You stood there for a minute or so to listen if anyone in your family heard the crash or not. So far nothing, you closed the window behind you then turned and walked to your desk. When you turned on the desk lamp and sighed.

“Wow I can’t believe no one came barging in here after the lamp accident” someone said.

You turned around so fast and saw your sister sitting on your bed. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. How the hell did you not see her there?!

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a shaky voice.

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, this was not good! She didn’t have to find out this way’ that was the only thought that was going through your mind.

“I was waiting for you” she answered standing up.

“How did you even get in? I locked the door.” You raised your eyebrow at her.

“No, you didn’t” she shook her head, then she gestured at your suit “So what’s all this then?”

You looked down at your superhero suit then back at her.

“Umm cosplay gig?” you answered while a so not convincing voice.

She nodded “Want to give a better lie?” titling her head.

“I do children’s birthday parties?” awkward smile and a question, Man you sucked at lying to your twin. She knew, she knew and there was nothing you can say to try to convince her other wise.

“Look MJ I….” you tried to take a step towards her when you doubled over in pain.

Her eyes winded and rushed to your side “What happened?”

“I injured myself a little” you took off your jacket that was wrapped around your middle.

“That’s not little.” She commented as she helped you lay on your bed “That’s a stab wound”

“A little stab wound, I got first aid kit in there.” Pointing at the closet.

She opened the closet looked around and found it at the bottom behind some of your bags. After taking it out and helping you patch up, you looked down.

“Are you going to tell mom and dad?” you asked her sounded so defeated.

She looked at you and sighed “No, but you gotta be more careful with this stuff.”

“I will, I mean I am but this guy really kicked my ass tonight.”

“Yeah I got that feeling, next time you’re hurt just tell me so I can help.”

“Wait why are you helping me? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m helping because you’re my twin and if anything happens to you I’m going to be the one stuck with mom and dad, also you suck at lying. I’m wondering how you could hide this for so long.”

“Yeah you’re right” you smiled at her.

*gif not mine*

-A/n: this was requested by an anonymous and I know it took me a while but I finally wrote it and I really had fun thank you!

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: I played Dungeons and Dragons with Peter, Ned, and MJ.

Y/N: They were supposed to fight the wolves surrounding a town.

Y/N: Instead, they fed the wolves and turned them into their friendly wolf army.

Y/N: These kids, man. They’re gonna make the world a better place.

[bloomingflowersthings]

could you please write a sick!reader and michelle jones taking care of them?

Study dates and cuddles

Pairings: Sick! reader x Michelle Jones

Author’s note: Hello everyone, hopefully this fic will mark the end of my “hiatus”. I thought that request was very sweet and I hope you enjoy it.

“Okay class, you’re dismissed. Don’t forget to answer your worksheets, they need to be done tomorrow. Have a good day.” Ms. Grace, your chemistry teacher said, prompting the whole class to start leaving.

Perfect timing, you thought. Your nose was running and you desperately needed to sneeze, stifling wasn’t doing anything to stave off the itch in your sinuses and it only served to give you a headache.

You made a beeline to the restroom, sighing in relief when you saw that all of the stalls were empty. You grabbed a handful of paper towels before entering one of the stalls, just in time for your nose to make itself known.

“Hh’htshoo! Hah'Tshhh! hheh’tsh! Hh'nShhh! Ugh…” You groaned as your phone started ringing. It was probably MJ, the you had planned on studying together after class, but the incessant tickle in your nose would probably distract the both of you, and your girlfriend had a very important physics test coming up.

“Hh’itshoo! Hih-hhgxnt!” You sneezed once more in the tissues, desperately wanting to get your nose under control before talking to MJ.

You were coming down with a cold, and despite the fact that you initially blamed your symptoms on “allergies”, the fatigue, soreness on your throat and fuzzy feeling indicated that you finally caught the bug that most of your classmates had.

Deep down, you knew that your girlfriend would drop everything to take care of you, especially because your parents were traveling for business purposes, so you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself properly, and honestly, you were feeling so crappy that accepting being taken care of didn’t sound like a bad idea, but you knew that MJ was really anxious about her upcoming test, so you wanted her to be able to fully focus on studying.

[ My joy💕 (1m ago)

- Missed call (1)

“Hhn'sshhh! Hhah'ktshi! Hhh- Hh’iiishiew!” You sighed and blew your nose softly, seemingly getting it under control. The fit aggravated your headache, but at least you weren’t stifling anymore.

[ My joy 💕 (1m ago)

- hi love, just calling to confirm our study date. :))

- haven’t heard from u today, is everything alright? miss u, pls answer.

[ My joy 💕 (3m ago)

- missed call (1)

You sighed staring at the screen. She knew you too well, even if you pretended to be fine she would discover that you were sick and take you home. On the other hand, if you canceled the study date and went home, she would also find it suspicious and end up at your front door.

Throwing away your used tissues, you washed your hands and face before checking your look in the mirror.

You were pale, with dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks were flushed and your nose was tinged pink. It was obvious to anyone that you weren’t feeling well, but you could give it a try, right?

[To: My joy 💕

< hi baby, srry ab not answering, my phone was muted. [READ]

< yes!! our studying sesh is up!! meet u in the library in 5. [READ]

With that, you blew your nose once more, grabbed some tissues from the stall and made your way to the library, maybe you could act normally for a little while, then when you got home you’d allow yourself to be sick.

————————————————————————

The walk to the library was relatively short, but it had rained earlier, and the cold, damp air sent a chill down your spine, making you shiver slightly.

“Hhhxxnt! ’nxgt! h’ktshi!” You stifled a set of sneezes down your wrist, sniffling as your nose started to run.

Come on Y/N, hold yourself together just for a few hours. You thought as you approached the library.

As you entered, you immediately saw where MJ was seated. She smiled and waved at you, and your heart skipped a beat. Her beauty and sympathy never failed to amaze you.

“Hi love, I missed you.” She said, hugging you tightly.

“I missed you too, darling.” You said smiling, turning your face when she kissed you, so she wouldn’t get sick. She immediately noticed, frowning slightly but not asking about it.

“How was your day?” She asked as you both took your seats. Today was the only day that you didn’t have any classes with your girlfriend, and boy, you really missed her sassy remarks.

“It was okay, kind of boring though, I’m glad to be with you now.” You said, winking at her, trying to sound chirpy and failing. The congestion in your voice was clear, prompting MJ to take a look at you.

“Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”

“I’m fine baby, I think my nose didn’t agree with the wind outside, that’s all.”

She decided to let it go now, afterall whenever you felt sick, you always told her, so she decided not to push it.

With that, you both focused on your respective notebooks, while she studied physics, you would try and get some of your chemistry homework done. You liked it that way, each one doing their things, but in the same space. It was a good way of spending more time together and you loved it.

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“Hh'nShhh! ’nxgt! hheh’tsh!” You sneezed for what it felt like the 100th time since you sat down, stifling to avoid disturbing others.

“Bless you darling. Have you been sneezing this much all day?” She asked, worry clear in her tone.

"I really hope this is just my allergies." You said, rubbing at your raw nose.

“C’mon Y/N, we both know this is not true.” Your girlfriend said, holding your free hand. In reality, she knew that you were sick for a while now, your flushed cheeks and constant sneezing couldn’t be blamed by the wind anymore.

“I just didn’t wanted you to waste time taking care of me, you need to focus on your test.”

“Darling, first of all, taking care of you will never be a waste of time because I. Love. You.” She said, emphasizing the last words to make sure that you got the message.

“Second, test? you’re talking about the physics test?” She asked, seeming confused.

“Yeah, isn’t that why we’re here?” You said, closing your eyes and rubbing at your temples.

“Y/N, Don’t you remember that it’s been postponed? I called you yesterday just to tell you that. Someone had entered the teacher’s computer and had all the answers. I’m just studying because I was already going to.”

You thought for a while and tried to remember. The truth is that, yesterday you were already feeling fatigued, maybe you didn’t paid attention when she told you.

“You’re really out of it, huh? Can I feel your forehead?”

You nodded and she raised the back of her hand to your forehead. Her cool touch temporarily relieving the burning feeling in your head.

“You’re scorching, my love. Please let me take you home and take care of you.” She asked, pulling you into a hug.

“Okay…” You answered quietly, resting your head at the table when she let you go.

Quickly, she packed both of your backpacks and sent a text to her mom to ask for permission to sleep at your place.

“Let’s go Y/N? My mom allowed me to stay over.” She said, helping you to your feet.

You interlocked your arms with hers and you both made your way to your house.

————————————————————————

As you got home, she immediately let go of you to retrieve some medicine from the kitchen cabinet. She’d been to your house more than enough times to know where things were kept.

“Go change and lay down, love. I’ll get everything we’ll need.”

You did as you were told. When MJ returned, bringing tissues, a thermometer, and Nyquill, she opened your room’s door and couldn’t help but smile. You looked adorable curled under the blankets.

“You’re back…”

“Of course I am, silly. Open up.” She said, placing the thermometer in your mouth.

MJ caressed your hair while you both waited for the device to give it’s verdict.

“37.3, so not too bad but we need to make sure it stays that way. Can you please take some of this medicine? We can cuddle as much as you want to.”

You were so tired that you didn’t put up a fight about the purple liquid. You grimaced a little at the taste but took it without complaints.

MJ also got changed to one of your pajamas and laid down besides you, tracing circles on your back.

“Hah'Tshhh! Hi'tshiew! sorry…” You apologized after sneezing softly.

“Hey, none of that okay? Bless you.”

“Thank you for being with me.” You said groggily, struggling to keep your eyes opened as the exhaustion finally settled.

“I’ll always be here for you, but please don’t hide anything from me anymore. I love you.” She said, kissing your cheek.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most. Now get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[andy-solo1]

Prom Night [ MJ x Fem!Reader]

Pairing(s): MJ x Fem! Parker Reader 

Peter Parker x Sister! Reader 

Request: fem!reader is a spider person, and instead of tom holland spider-man, she is in MJ’s universe. maybe it’s prom night or something, and as she’s beginning to dance with MJ, the green goblin, or some other villain attacks the school?

Words: 1,438

Warnings: None

* * * * 

Senior prom was only a week away now, and, ever since the whole world had found out that you and your brother, Peter, were the two spider themed superheroes swinging around New York and helping the Avengers, people hadn’t stopped asking if you’d be their date to the event. 

“Come on, you know how great your night would be if you, Spidergirl-”

“Spiderwoman.” You muttered under your breath, but Flash carried on as if he hadn’t heard you. 

“-were to go to prom with me. The most popular guy in school.” Flash Thompson finished, grinning at you from across the table. You sighed and shook your head. 

“Flash, for the millionth time, no. And stop pretending you’re the popular guy in school. Even before people knew my brother was Spiderman you wouldn’t have even come close to being the most popular guy. I’m sure some lady would love to go with you Flash, but you really aren’t my type.” You told him flatly before standing and walking away as he stared, mouth agape, unable to think of a word of reply. 

“Oh yeah, well I like Spiderman better anyways!” Flash finally retorted to your retreating form, making you laugh softly before leaving the classroom as the bell rang for the start of lunch. 

“Got anymore people asking you to prom?” Ned asked you, glancing up from his spot next to your brother as you joined them at your usual lunch table. You groaned and pulled a face. 

“Yeah, Flash, again.” 

“Jeez, Flash really doesn’t take the hint.” Peter commented, looking over at you sympathetically. “Though it would help if you actually would ask a certain someone to prom so people would stop asking you.” He said accusingly, giving a pointed look to someone coming across the room towards the three of you. 

You looked over to watch as MJ made her way over. A light blush rose on your cheeks before looking away from her to glare at your brother. 

“She wouldn’t possibly want to go with me.” 

“You never know unless you ask.” Peter replied. 

“Unless you ask what?” MJ asked as she finally reached you all, sitting down next to you. “The ultimate question of if your spiderpowers have brainwashed us into being your loyal followers?” She joked, quoting something in one of the newspaper headlines she’d read earlier that day. 

“Actually we were talking about Prom.” Ned supplied, very unhelpfully, and you cast him a small glare before MJ turned to look at you. 

“Did Flash ask you out again?” She inquired, “Because I can go make sure he doesn’t ask you again.” She said, sounding entirely serious. You laughed and shook your head. 

“He did, but that’s okay, he means no harm, besides I made sure to put him in his place.” You replied, making MJ grin. 

“That’s my girl.” MJ said happily, before turning her gaze back to her food. Your face flushed warmly and Peter gave you a look that practically screamed ‘ASK HER’ 

Swallowing your nerves you turned towards the brunette. “MJ?” You asked, making her look back towards you, raising a brow. “Would you like to go to Prom? With me? As a date?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” MJ replied, a grin breaking out across her face. 

“You-you knew I was going to ask you?” 

“It was only a matter of time. I see the way you look at me. I also overheard Peter and Ned talking about it.” She told you, making you cast a glare towards your brother and his best friend. They both at least had the sense to look embarrassed about having been overheard. 

“So is that a yes?” You asked hopefully. 

“It’s a yes.” 

* * * * * 

A week later, you stood in front of a mirror at Happy’s home, looking at yourself in the dress you’d picked out for the occasion. 

“You look amazing honey.” Your aunt May said, coming up beside you to pull you into a crushing hug. “She’s going to love you in that.” She commented, making you blush. Your aunt was the most understanding person, and you were so grateful for her. 

“Where’s Peter?” You asked, looking around for your twin. He was supposed to be getting ready for prom as well, but you hadn’t seen him since that morning. 

“He said he had something he wanted to check out quickly, an idea for something.” May replied, a worried look on her face. Since she found out about you two being heroes, she was better at letting you both do your things, but she still worried, especially now that people knew your identities. 

“I’m sure he’ll meet us all there at school then.” You reassured your aunt, “He wouldn’t miss the chance to see that he was right about me and MJ together.” You joked, making your aunt laugh. 

“I know he wouldn’t. Let’s get you going so you’re not late.” May said happily, leading you out towards the door. You happily followed her, looking forward to seeing MJ. 

* * * * *

MJ was waiting outside the school for you when your Aunt pulled up in front of the building. She grinned when she saw you. “You look good.” 

You smiled at her, “You look even better.” You told her. She was dressed up nicely, a flattering dress with a black dahlia necklace hanging around her neck. You’d gifted it to her back on a school trip you’d all taken before everything went bad. You had planned on asking her out then when you’d gifted it to her, but then everything with Mysterio happened and instead you’d gifted it to her as a friend. Though honestly, you both probably knew it had been more than that. 

“Have fun girls!” May shouted to you both before driving off. 

“Bye May.” You both replied, waving her off before you turned towards MJ and offered her your hand. “Shall we?”

“And miss a chance to show up Flash? Never.” 

You both laughed as MJ took your hand and she led you inside. When you both entered the gym, your brother and Ned came over to the two of you. 

“You two look amazing together.” Ned complimented you. 

“Was there any doubt?” MJ asked, grinning at him. 

“Where did you disappear off to earlier?” You questioned Peter, raising a brow at him. He grimaced and shook his head. 

“I’ll tell you later. For now let’s just enjoy this.” Peter replied and you were happy to agree. Music filled the air around you all and you turned to MJ. 

“Care to dance?” You asked. In response she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the centre of the floor and the two of you quickly fell into a rhythm with the music. 

Moving to the music with MJ, was some of the happiest you’d been in a while, certainly since the world found out about your identity. 

Even happy moments weren’t meant to last though as your senses started to go off. You paused, MJ watching you closely as you slowly looked around the room. From the corner of your eye you could see your brother was doing the same. 

“What’s wrong? Is it your tingle?” MJ asked quietly, moments before one of the walls of the school exploded and screams filled the air. 

“Everyone get out of here!” You yelled over the screams as you hurried towards the now gone wall. The sounds of maniacal laughter filled the air along with the whir of a glider as a man in a green suit with a horrible grinning mask flew through the opening. 

“Can the spider come out to play?” The man laughed, “I know you’re here Parker.” he cackled. 

“What did you do?” You snapped at Peter as you both engaged your nano tech suits that you brought to be on the safe side. 

“Not the best time for this.” He retorted. 

You were about to snap at him again when you heard MJ call your name. You turned to see her come up behind you. She grabbed your face gently and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away. 

“Be safe.” She told you. You smiled at her before your mask came up to cover up your face and hide the blush crossing your cheeks.

“I always am the safer one.” You told her. “You be safe too.” You warned her and she nodded. 

“I will be.” She replied before turning and following the others out of the gym. You turned your attention back to the green suited man who’d started trying to fight your brother. You were going to make him pay for ruining your date.

[milesmolasses]

Starting to Feel Like Spring (MJ x reader)

uh ohhh… back again!

Been listening to t-swift [pls don’t cancel me yall]

so I was listening to daylight and lover. that shit had me cheesing cause all I could think about was MJ

so this gonna be about my girl MJ [i love her sm]

warnings: kinda shy and anxious reader, fluff too sweet to handle. you've been warned (T ^ T) (i kinda leave yall on a cliffhanger lol don't hate me)

the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like saying you had a crush on MJ was an understatement. at this point in your high school career, she was all your mind would allow you to think about. her pretty curls, her crooked tooth, her snarky personality, everything about her completely took over your mind. and the worst part of it was...

she didn't even know you...

it started during your first year of high school when you saw her on the J train. she had headphones in her ears and her phone in her pocket. as she walked between the train doors she sat on the opposite end of your bench. she hadn't even seen your lingering gaze on her as you stared in awe at her pretty hair and gorgeous face.

you tried to resist looking at her for the entire train ride as more people began boarding the train and sitting between you two. you focused on your phone for the few more stops you had left until you got off. when you left the train onto the platform, thats when you saw her walk right past you.

she goes to the same school as me...

she was the first girl you knew in real life that you had ever really had a crush on. you had no idea what to do with this information and so you did what any normal gay person would do; you panicked.

what if she didn't like your personality? what if she thought you were weird? what if she wasn't into girls?

with all these questions floating around in your head, you chose to just watch and crush on her from afar. and so that's what you did.. for the next 3 years– and you did a pretty damn good job at it too might i add. she hadn't noticed you throughout high school which you were grateful for, but that didn't stop your heart from aching for her.

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want them all.

looking at the clock tick for what seemed like forever, the bell had finally rung indicating lunchtime.

as you got up from your seat, you looked behind you to see mj struggling to put all her notes back into her bag. most people were gone, it was just you two and two other kids talking to the teacher after class. you were just staring at her for a hot second until you realized you probably looked like a damn creep. heart racing when mj finally looked up at your blank face, you quickly said, "d-do you want some help with that?"

"um, you're a little late to the game bud..."

you looked down to see her zipping up her bag, notes, and textbook already off the table. you felt like an idiot.

"oh, well sorry.." you said as you quickly turned around. you walked away as fast as you could to avoid having to face any more embarrassment than you already had. as you walked through the halls and down the stairwell all you could think about was what just happened three minutes ago. you decided that you would never make such a stupid mistake like that ever again. why would you even try to talk to her? you should have just left when you had the chance.

can i go where you go? can we always be this close?

as you walked to the main entrance of the school with your wallet in hand, a guy named ned from one of your AP seminar class came rushing past you, peter following close behind you assumed. you assumed correctly; you aren't close to the two or anything. you've only interacted with them separately a few times before, but that was only for school stuff. walking out of the double doors and into the real world, you walked towards your usual lunch spot under a tree with all the other trees and pungent-smelling flowers that always bloomed during the spring time. it was surely different from the usual new york smell you usually smelled every day. that's why you loved it so much. as you made your way over you could see people bathing in the sun and families having picnics. opening up the black plastic bag you carried in your backpack, you took out the deli sandwich and (snack of choice).

you put in some headphones and put on some tunes to match the vibe of the park. looking around and eating your sandwich, you spotted peter walking in the grass a few feet away from you. he was holding a pizza pie and ned was of course following behind him. unbeknownst to you, mj was behind ned walking with her eyes glued to her phone. the group of what you assumed to be two sat at a bench next to the tree you were sitting under.

and thats when you saw her.

right at the edge of the bench facing your direction. you chose to start packing all your shit up, determining that your usual lunch spot was no longer safe from her.

and at every table, i'll save you a seat.. lover

"hey! you're in my chem class right?"

you stopped what you were doing to look up at peter, who called you out.

"um yeah.. hey."

"cool come join us! there's a pie and it's extra large, enough to go around!"

you just stood there, staring yet again. you seemed to do that a lot.

peter stood up taking things into her own hands and took your hand in his. "c'mon theres enough."

"don't force the poor girl pete. does she even know you?"

mj... she was defending you from peter. or she was just being nice and didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"of course she knows me, don't you?"

"um, yeah sure," you didn't know what else to say. you walked with peter to the seat seemingly reserved for you right next to mj. you sat next to her looking at your lap not wanting to look up just yet.

"so, do you come here all the time? it's a cool place we just found it today," said ned with pizza in his mouth. you kept your head down, heart beating out of your chest.

mj scooted closer to you making butterflies erupt in your stomach. she leaned into your ear as she spoke to you and you alone

"you can leave if you want. just cause peter dragged you here against your will doesn't mean you have to stay if you're uncomfortable."

you quickly looked up to face her, head spinning from the interaction and how close she was, "i'm ok. thanks."

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"ok just wanted to make sure."

she took a paper plate and a slice of pizza handing it to you. you took your hands off your lap to take the pizza out of her hand mumbling a small, "thanks."

"oh my god!" ned yelled out of literally nowhere.

"the star wars milllenium falcom set is on sale!"

"no way how much??" peter said grabbing neds phone to look at the set they were talking about.

mj turned to look at you as the other two debated buying an $800 lego set. "its every day with these guys and their lego sets. ignore them," she said turning to face you completely.

you nodded as you looked down again to avoid her looking at you. suddenly, your hands back in your lap seemed very interesting.

the both of you stayed silent for a while with peter and ned in the background talking their heads off. you chose to make a move, even though not even 20 minutes ago, you told yourself you would never speak to her again out of fear of saying something stupid.

"i really like flowers."

seriously???

"oh, umm well what kinds of flowers do you like?" she responded, deciding to humor you a bit.

"carnations... they're like all over the place at this park."

"oh? i don't think i've ever seen one.. or maybe i have and i just didn't know what it was," she said. this was your chance, your chance to talk to her, maybe even become friends.

you smiled a little as you stood up from the picnic bench. you reached your slightly sweating hand out to her hoping she would take it. "there are a bunch in this area, lemme show you."

please take my hand

she smiled as she took your hand.

she smiled at you.

i only see daylight daylight daylight daylight

as you walked through the park, you introduced mj to all the different flowers in the area that you knew, which was almost all of them. for the very few you didn't know, mj tried to help out by typing in very descriptive attributes of the flowers into google. as you walked through the grass and flowers of the grass, mj was picking flowers along the way. she pointed to a flower you knew all too well and said

"oh shit isn't this the one you were showing me before?"

"oh my gosh yes! oh my, they're gorgeous.. god i love them so much," you rambled on and on about the carnations talking to a mindless mj about how timeless they were and how their beauty never goes out of style. you didn't notice mj and the way she was admiring the reflection of the pretty flowers in your eyes.

you saw mj's hand reach for a flower to pick, assuming she was going to add it to the never growing bouquet in her hands. however, when her hand reached for your hair, you went quiet and wide-eyed.

"i thought it would look nice in your hair."

and i can still see it all (in my mind)

she was so close. her hand still in your hair slowly began to slip down to your face. she was so soft, not only her hand but her eyes, her expression, her breathing, her soul. in this moment you could feel all of her. she was so close, yet so far.

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

she took a step closer to me, her chest heaving a little quicker than before.

i once believed love would be (black and white)

"can i kiss you?"

but it's golden (golden)

your breathing began to pick up at a seemingly unhealthy rate. for all you knew, you were having a heart attack, but god you hoped not. not here, not now.

and i can still see it all (in my head)

"a-am i making you uncomfortable? im sorry i can leave if you want-" she panicked after earning no response from you. she backed away slightly, but when her soft hand was off your face, you snapped out of whatever trance you were in.

back-and-forth from new york (sneakin' in your bed)

you pulled her into you so your chests were basically smooshed together. you could feel the fast beating of her heart, as she could feel yours.

i once believed love would be (burning red)

you grabbed her face as you leaned into her kiss her like you've wanted to all these years.

if felt electric, like there were sparks between your lips. your breathing was heavy as her hands came up to cup your face. your arms around her waist as if they were made for holding her close.

her lips on yours felt right like this is something you should have been doing a long time ago. it felt like her lips had been on yours forever until she pulled away. you leaned into her even more chasing her lips to be on yours again. giggling, she said,

"i like you too.”

but it's golden ♡

AHHHHH I ALMOST THREW UP CAUSE OF HOW CUTE THIS SHIT WAS

this was pretty long i think.

but anything for my mj <3

this was kinda random lol sorry if it doesn't make sense

[plscallmeeren]

YOU REMEMBER

(Aged Up) Michelle 'MJ' Jones x Reader

Request: yeah

Summary: ok so (y/n) is basically Peter (Tom Holland) and Peter is just like Ned 2.0

It's after No Way Home so no one remembers him and MJ, Ned and Peter are off to college (you've also lost all your humour and happiness in case u were wondering)

Anyways things happen and memories are triggered.... Enjoy I have edited nothing as usual (it's so late I'm so tired wtf)

Warnings: Swearing; sad MJ; yelling/fighting

Word Count: 2.6K+

You watched from a rooftop as New York teemed with activity even in the dead of night - not that that was anything unusual. Crowds of party-goers cheered with joints in hand. Mini-supermarket clerks filled out expert crosswords while casual thieves slipped candy into their pockets. Burnt-out child hackers typed ferociously in the hopes of pirating a new online game.

Those were your lesser worries. Those weren't the things you dared worry about. Not that you worried much these days. None of it mattered much, anyway. No one was there to care if you failed at what you had tasked yourself with for eternity.

You brushed down your dirtied red and black skintight suit, to no avail. That didn't matter, either.

This was peace. Peace was leaning back against the cold concrete. Peace was pressing »play« on your playlist and hearing Sweet Gene Vincent ramble around the murky night air like a newer, cleaner mist with a Cockney accent and punk ideals. Peace was pulling out your phone and looking at old photos of you and your former girlfriend and friends even though you knew you couldn't afford the emotional exhaustion. Peace was finally letting all those tears slide from beneath folds of harsh ignorance. That was peace now.

It wasn't always like that. It used to be lying around the living room, spread out on couches, with Peter and Ned telling you about the new Lego Death Star with an electronic component and MJ lying across your lap with a smile that suggested they were being stupid as she stared lovingly up at you as you ran your fingers through her curled hair.

But that sort of peace wasn't possible anymore, so there was no point seeking or missing it.

A picture of Ned and Peter grinning like idiots as they stood in front of the cinema to watch a rerun of Alien slid across the screen.

It was replaced by an image of MJ smiling back at you, mockingly signing 'metal' with one hand as her foreshortened feet lay closer to you and the camera.

You turned your phone off. A police siren wailed pathetically in the distance like a droning call for help.

Peace was over.

•••

Massachusetts

The Hercules cafe bustled with customers overflowing the nine-person chair budget.

MJ, Peter and Ned were positioned fortunately in the best corner beside the window. It was about lunch time - peak hour at that particular instalment - but the three had arrived hours earlier already.

"Mrs. Zeis is killing me," Ned was complaining, only stopping to sip at his strawberry milkshake. "Two protocols, one theory essay and an experiment setup? Does she not remember we have other subjects, too?"

The snarky waitress who never wore a name tag - the counterpart to exaggeratedly sweet Mr. Lang - strode up to them, snarling. "Will you be here much longer? We have other customers, y'know."

"Yeah, we'll have another chocolate milkshake, thanks," MJ dismissed her smoothly, turning back to her friends.

"Yeah, she's pretty bad," Peter continued for Ned. "I wrote an essay once I knew was bad but I hadn't had time to do it properly and she literally just ripped it apart."

"That's cruel," MJ conceded, smiling as Mr. Lang brought her her order. "Any chance you'll be rid of her for the last semester?"

"Not really," Ned sighed in exasperation.

"I will," Peter added cheerily, stealing Ned's straw and slurping a great deal of milkshake away from him. Ned stared on in horror.

The waitress came up to them again, but before she could dart out that poised tongue Ned was reminding her they weren't finished. She walked away with such impotence as if they had greatly insulted her.

"I can't believe we're graduating so soon... I'm looking forward to Manhattan. It's not really a great place looking back but it'll always be home," MJ said thoughtfully, chewing on her straw.

"Yeah. We had some great times," Peter smiled, handing Ned his latte in attempted reconciliation.

"Yeah," Ned added dreamily.

MJ nodded. Then: "Hey, I'm getting major Deja vu right now. Either of you?"

"Nah, not really," Ned admitted sheepishly as Peter simply shook his head.

"Huh."

They were all silent for a moment, all in their own worlds, when Peter spoke up again: "I know this sounds totally out there and weird, but do you sometimes feel like someone's missing? I mean, like there should be a fourth of us? I don't know, maybe I'm just-"

"No, you're not wrong," MJ interrupted, peering around the cafe as if something might be written on the walls in reply.

"Hey, MJ," Ned said slowly, some eerie disturbance creeping up on his usual voice. "Where did you actually get your necklace? I mean, you wear it every day, so I just... I don't know why I thought of it..."

She looked down at where her black dahlia necklace rested on her collarbone.

She stared. There was something familiar about it, and yet it was like she no longer knew it or why it was there. But she did, didn't she? She had been wearing it every day for years since...

(Y/n).

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Peter commented, casting a sidelong glance at Ned, who looked similarly anxious about the look on their friend's face.

It was all coming back to her. Rushing, roaring memories like tidal waves washing up to a shore that had been awaiting them for a decade too long.

"It's (y/n). He's missing," she murmured, standing up straight in seconds and rushing right past the returning waitress, almost making her fall over.

"Children! That's what you are!" she yelled after her, but MJ could hardly hear anything beyond her beating heart and gaping lungs.

•••

You lazily pressed the »play« buttons on the remote, refocusing your attention on your Chinese takeaway as He's Just Not That Into You started. It was going to be stupid. You knew that. Scarlet Johansson was in it, though, so you didn't particularly care. Stupid was good once in a while, anyway.

Your mobile buzzed, making you groan as you set your food back down to get it from the faraway table.

+339 873 5386

Probably another scam, you thought in slight disappointment, but not much surprise. You hung up. There was no one to call you, anyway.

You sat back down on your bed which acted as a couch at times like these and pulled the Chinese food back into your lap. The credits rolled.

Your phone buzzed again. Unfortunately for your innocent food, you almost completely spilled it slamming it back down on the table to reach your phone again.

+339 873 5386

You hung up again, muttering to yourself about stupid people and their stupid money scams. You wondered if you could pay not to get scammed and then realised you were in the same issue all over again. Except maybe they wouldn't interrupt takeaway night as much.

Far away one truly stubborn woman decided she was not having your bullshit and booked the next flight to New York she could find.

•••

MJ had travelled once across Manhattan and still she hadn't found even half a lead on your whereabouts.

She was close to despairing after finding your old apartment empty, countless people who should have known you to render your name foreign and only Delmar who knew of an old boyfriend of hers at all - though even he thought he hadn't seen you in more than a couple of years.

Until she saw you.

You were walking harmlessly along in your favourite black hoodie - one thing that you wouldn't let change - when you saw her, too. Or, someone who looked like her. It couldn't be. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Massachusetts. Far away from all of this.

You quickly turned a corner, hoping whatever psychotic trauma you were reliving at that moment would quickly pass.

She couldn't be there. You had made sure of that. Dr. Strange had made sure of that. She was safe. Ned was safe. So was Peter. She's safe.

Your inner voice repeated it like a mantra, following you the entire rushed way to your apartment building and up its concrete wasteland stairs. You stood before your door, shaking, trembling, scrunching your eyes closed to reassure yourself her familiar gaze wasn't on your back.

You were right. You had lost her. Both now and then.

You fought a losing battle with the rusty lock on your door until it finally gave in out of pity, its swinging whine stolen and replaced by your own breathless sigh.

You kicked it shut, not bothering to lock it, considering there was hardly anyone who'd be much trouble to you in Manhattan - and if they were, no lock would stop them, most likely.

Collapsing on the mattress, the bare room's singular comforting component, your head landed in your hands as heavily as lead weight. It hurt so much. It didn't matter if it had been her or not. She would never be yours again.

You looked around your place. Nothing felt like yours anymore. This fridge with a spoon, fork and plate next to it, this iPhone charger and mattress, microwave and a closet with so few clothes the spider suit almost stood out - none of it held any identity you could associate with yourself. None.

The door creaked again, and this time there was no heaving breath to hide it.

"(Y/n)?"

Please no. Please not now, not here, not unprepared... She can't be here. She was safe. I kept it that way.

She repeated your name, but your fingers only tightened their deadly grip around the sheet. Silence. Finally, you looked up, because you were almost convinced, almost hopeful that familiar voice had been a fragment of your imagination or she had decided you a lost cause and left after all.

She was still there. Your body sagged in upset.

"Do you even eat?" she snapped, and you wondered whether she had meant it to be so harsh. More words followed, each cracking like a whip also. You plead mercy with your emotional masochism. "You haven't brushed your hair in days - don't deny it, I know how it looks. You practically have bruises under your eyes. You're like a bag of bones; no exercise, no good food, right?"

You didn't answer, simply staring at her. She was so beautiful.

"God, (y/n)," she whispered, voice so soft it hurt more; the way it cradled you while it lasted and dropped you from its billowing clouds far higher up than anything else. Her pain crawled as ugly tendrils across the floor and through the very soles of your feet to the weight in your lungs.

Silence, again.

"You remember," you stated deftly, but nothing in you wanted to accept it. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

And yet... she had remembered. Your relationship had been so strong, she had remembered. How? Curiosity danced groggily on the sidelines of your train of thought.

"Yeah. Remember this?" MJ lifted the dahlia necklace from her chest, holding it up for you to see. You did. An array of yellowing memories about your trip to France all those years ago flashed before your eyes, reminding you of every reason you had to buy it for her and every reason you should have been bursting with happiness at the fact she was standing before you.

"How did you find me?" you asked instead, earning a deserved scoff.

"I told you I'd track you down." She clenched her jaw, as if remembering how angry she was. "You promised." It was a quiet reminder, but stone in its sureness.

Your muscles tightened as you looked away. You couldn't bare it. You were certain you had done the right thing, and yet...

"You promised you would find us," she repeated, a little louder.

Still, you didn't answer.

"Look at me!" she finally yelled, making you jump, staring at her with wide eyes. She never used to be so loud. She never shouted, even when you fought. She had changed... or maybe you had given her reason to.

Tears threatened to escape her, but her expression remained firm, impossible.

"I did. I was there, just like I promised," you admitted slowly, enunciating every word so that you may never have to say any again. "I saw you, MJ. With Peter and Ned. And it was just... it was so clear you were better off without me. Without this huge Spider-Man burden on your back. You were safe not knowing me."

"So, let me get this straight," she started, in a way that unlike before was similar to the way she usually talked. Casual-sounding, light. "Not only did you assume what was best for us and ignored what we wanted, but you also - for even a second - thought I could survive seeing you like this? You really weren't planning on finding us? Ever?"

Your stood, leaning clumsily against the mattress as you watched her. You didn't need to reply.

"No. No. I won't have this. You need to apologise. You need to- to- I don't know. Make it up to us. You think this is okay? You think this way of living works? Well, it doesn't. The Bell Jar isn't this fucking depressing."

You winced. She always referenced that book when she was calling something fucked up. She began crying properly now.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything. There's nothing like this feeling that you could be responsible for the death of someone you love, MJ. That's not an excuse, but it's a pretty damn good reason. I understand you're angry, but you've gotta understand, too. You were everything. You are. I can watch from afar, but I can't watch everything end. If you're worried about me, worry about that. Your end would be my end. My fucking end, okay?"

Her chest heaved in wet sobs. You had only seen her cry three times before in all this time. You hated it. You pressed a finger to your cheek and realised you were crying, too.

"It's not fair. It's not fair," she sobbed, gesturing wildly in the air, her curls pushed to one side.

"I know. I know. Nothing's bloody fair," you sniffed, approaching her slowly, as if she were a shy animal, a stranger, perhaps.

It didn't take much. She slumped into your opening arms with all of her force behind her. Tears of yours mingled with hers on your shoulders and in each other's hair. Everything seemed tinged with the distant taste of salt.

She looked up at you, and suddenly your lips were connected once more, though it was sloppy and damp and certainly not your best kiss. But it was something. It gave your dingy kitchenette character and your mattress the air of a childhood sleepover in the living room.

"I won't leave you alone. Ever. You need to understand that. Whether you like it or not. You get it?" she murmured beside your ear.

You wanted to answer something romantic, something impressive, something to look back on - but all you could manage was a string of shaky "you remember"s.

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