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If you write for MJF, can I request Max being his usual mean and nasty self to everyone else but being super kind around his girl? Everyone would be so bewildered by the sudden change when she walks in the room and he’s suddenly super sweet😭
Thanks for requesting MJF, I love the little shithead. And I agree with you, Max is so soft at heart...at least for his lady. Hope you like it!
Get Out (MJF x Reader)
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"Un-fucking-believable! Where the hell do they breed idiots like you? The place needs to be evaporated!" Maxwell was furious. Just yesterday, he told the production team he needed an assistant that was smarter than 'Mark' or whatever his name was . And today, they brought HER in. She was even dumber, and he didn't think that was possible.
"I specifically told you I wanted pink and yellow roses, a dozen each. Didn't I?"
The small woman in front of him couldn't answer, she was too busy trying to suppress her sobs. It didn't help much, the tears were streaming down her face nonetheless.
"ANSWER ME!" Maxwell's voice bounced off the walls, and his new, soon to be fired assistant finally gave a weak 'yes' as reply.
"Then why the fuck are these just yellow roses?!"
The female whiped away some tears with her sleeve before mumbling the florist didn't have any pink roses today.
MJF got real close to her face, the tips of their noses almost brushing. Then, he put his finger to his ear and yelled once more. "Speak up!!!"
"Max, come on. Just let it go." Even Shawn pitied the poor woman, and that had to mean something.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Spears, I can't remember asking for your opinion." Just as he was about to get into his friend's face, there was a knock on the door.
When he turned around and prepared himself to yell at whoever interrupted his rant, he saw your head pop in. "Hey babe. Can I come in? Or is now a bad time?" His whole face lit up once he heard your voice, it was simply music to his ears. He swiftly moved over to you to to pull you into a tight hug.
"Awww, Princess, there is never a bad time for you to show up." His voice was saccharine, the love and admiration he had for you prominent in every syllable. He brushed his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.
It was always funny to Shawn how MJF's voice just changed once you were around. Everybody backstage loved you, and although you were a nice person, it was mostly due to the fact that once you were there, MJF would leave everybody else alone. Shawn knew that now was the time to dismiss himself, and so he left without another word.
The assistant, whose name MJF couldn't even remember, apparently didn't get the memo and still stood in the exact same spot. When Maxwell noticed, he motioned for her to leave and added a quiet 'get out' to get his point across. She really was dumber than Mark, because even then she didn't move. He walked over to her, Burberry scarf waving around his neck when he gabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "Get. Out." He emphasized once more before finally pushing her out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and sighed.
"Aww, baby, are you having a rough day?" You said to him as you walked over and started playing with his scarf.
He then realized he had forgotten about the roses, and moved over to hand them to you. "I'm really sorry, I know you like pink roses, too, but-"
He gave you a lopsided grin as response. "Everything's fine now that you are here, Princess." You smiled at the pet name, you always thought it didn't suit you. You were by no means close to what you imagined a princess to be, but Max disagreed. To him, you were perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly shaped, perfectly everything. And the best part of it: You were all his.
"They're beautiful, Maxie. I love them." You stated before inhaling the smell of the flowers and then setting them down on the table.
"And I love you, Maxwell." You added as you ran your fingers through his hair.
He smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips once more, tender at first, but growing more and more needy with each passing second.
And then there was another knock on the door. Max pulled away, his face distorted with anger. He couldn't wait to see the idiot that was dumb enough to interrupt his tender moment with you.
When the door opened, it was his assistant again.
"I am really sorry, but I forgot my pho-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Maxwell had grabbed the phone off the table and threw it into her general direction, so fast and hard that she didn't stand a chance to catch it. With a loud crack, it hit the concrete floor.
MJF glared at her before shouting another 'Get out'.
"Baby, I think you should try to be a little bit nicer." You scolded him.
"But Princess, am I not treating you nicely?"
"You do. But I was talking about being nice to OTHER people. Please? For me." You gave his arm a light squeeze, loving the feeling of hus muscles flexing beneath your touch.
He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. "Alright, I'll try. For you."
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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years
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Hey, can you make headcanons about fem reader dating with Michelle Jones?
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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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ddejavvu · 2 years
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MJ fucking sleepy reader
sorry i know this says fucking but i couldn't get the imagine of sleepy oral out of my head
this post is 18+, minors dni.
The smooth skin of MJ's cheeks pressed against your thighs, her hair bundled in a loose bun behind her head. The flyaway strands escaped, brushing against your thighs and giving you another reason to squirm.
The first, of course, being her tongue buried inside your cunt. The smooth, languid strokes of her tongue through your folds had your hips gently arching upwards, her hands on your thighs guiding them back down to the bed.
"Relax," She murmured, her voice as soothing as the gentle stirring in your belly, "Just close your eyes, angel."
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thegl0ved0ne · 2 years
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That girl, I can’t take ha! Shoulda known she was a HEARTBREAKER
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Falling in Love 1 Story at a Time An MJF and OC Novella Chapter 6
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Brie
Brie has never felt so uncomfortable in her life. She was not an evening dress and high heel type of girl. Sometimes she would throw on a skater dress with flip flops or chucks. But with the overdone hair and makeup she felt like fool.
Max was amazing through he didn’t laugh at her whenever she came out in a new dress and helped her walk in the ridiculously high heels. He helped get her in the right pose and never made her feel inferior or stupid for not knowing what to do. This was the part of wrestling she would never get used to. Being choke-slammed or having to be the toughest bitch during a promo was no problem. Glamorous Photo shoots was not her thing, but with Max it was fun. By the end she almost forget that he told her about his feelings for her and than ignored her.
Okay not really, because who could forget that. But the butterflies in her stomach really started to fly around whenever he would hold her close or wrap his arms around her for a photo.
“That’s a wrap.” The photographer announced and everyone around them clapped.
“Hey. I have a surprise for you.” Max whispered in her ear and she felt goosebumps left on her neck where she felt his breath.
“Oh are you talking to me again?” It was meant to come out teasing, but Brie could hear the tenseness in her voice. “Sorry Max. I didn’t..”
“No. I deserved that.” It was the first time she had ever seen him look embarrassed. “But I hope that this will make it up for you. Wardrobe left you a dress in the bathroom. Put it on and meet me back out here in 10 minutes.”
Inside the bathroom was a simple sundress. Before putting it on she brushed out her hair and put in it a ponytail. Than she washed her face. The make up they put on her was so heavy she couldn’t get it all quite off, it ended up looking like she had a rocker Smokey eye and lip gloss. Luckily her white converse matched the dress. Standing back and looking in the mirror, Brie felt pretty and like herself.
Max was waiting for her and was in a light colored suit. “Ready?” He held on his arm and lead her to the elevator. Instead of going down though, he pushed the up button. Brie gave him a curious look but he just winked at her.
Together they went up to the sixteenth floor and walked to room E. Max took a room key out of his wallet and used it it to unlock the door.
Brie gasped when she saw that they were standing in the Eloise suite.
Max
Max wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting when Garry Tony Kahn’s assistant texted him back saying they would have access to the Eloise suite with a tea delivery, mostly because he had no idea what or who Eloise was. But if he had to come up with an idea in his head this would not be it. He didn’t want to come off too strong to Brie, but he did hope that the room would be a little romantic. It wasn’t. The room was all different shades of pink with a zebra print carpet. Toys, books, dolls and clothes were scattered through out the room. Even the bathroom was child like and covered in pink. It was all worth it when Brie would find something else and gasp with delight. She even squeeled out loud when she opened the door and yelled out. “It’s Nanny’s suite!”
“Thank you Max.” She surprised him by giving him a hug. “This was the best surprise. How did you come up with this?”
He let the hug linger. “I overheard you earlier this morning. And called in a favor.” Max tried not to make it sound like it was a big deal. A knock on the door made them back up from the hug. “You get the door.” He watched as Brie gave him a confused look, before answering the door. A hotel employee with a cart came in and announced tea was served.
The room service valet brought the cart in and set a table for a tea party. The table had a tea pot filled with a tropical garden tea, along with mini sandwiches and scones. Max made sure to tip while walking him to the door. He wanted to pull out Bries chair, she was too excited and already at the table pouring cups of teas. He sat down across from her and loved how excited she was. “So tell me about this Eloise.”
Brie explained that growing up she found a copy of Eloise at the library. For the next couple of years all she wanted to do was come in live at the plaza and get away from her obnoxious brothers. He admitted that he wanted to run away to the WWE, because of his fashion obsessed sisters. He shared that when he was younger he hated reading because the letters would get jumbled on the pages. He didn’t feel embarrassed to tell her that he struggled a lot in school. Max liked that she didn’t pity him or try to relate, instead she said“that must have been really difficult.”
They had such a nice time, Max was starting to forget he had to explain his past actions. Until they were about to leave the suite. She stopped and looked him right in the eyes. “Why have you been ignoring me?”
He wished she looked mad or upset, instead she was curious. “I felt stupid. I like you a lot. I liked you since I watched you in that CZW match. The one against Chelsea Green.”
“The one where I puked in the middle of the match.” She looked horrified.
“Yeah and you finished the match. I was so impressed. I liked you for almost a whole year. Like really like you. And than I hurt your feelings with not kissing you. And I couldn’t stand it. And afterwards I felt like I ruined everything and panic.”
He felt Brie reach out and grab his hand. “You didn’t ruin anything, but if you ever ghost me again. It will be ruined Okay?”
“Okay.”
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tarjapearce · 4 months
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Chapter 4: But It's Cries Were Unheard
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WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Depictions of toxic relationships (I do not condone nor encourage them), verbal abuse, mentions of mental disorders, character background, character study, mentions of abortion, comfort towards the end.
Summary: Honest talks either make it or break it.
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A/N: A little nervous for this chapter jsksj. Hope you enjoy ❤️. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ✨
Chapter Song:
Running away wasn't something you did, it wasn't in you to suddenly turn into the direction you had come and run away leaving an unforgiving mayhem behind you, yet something in your body told that if you remained in the same space as them, something terrible and ominous would happen.
The first warning was your body, forcing you to fold over and empty your stomach in the nearest trash bin you could find, the slap your cheek received was the final hue-and-cry. You didn't look back, Dana's cries and angry words were too much to digest.
You really wanted to believe at least something good had happened from all this piping hot mess. You refused to believe that she would take him back, that she was a masochist, and although as excruciatingly painful it all surely was for her, you had freed her from someone that didn't deserve her. You had set her free from Miguel.
Someone that underservingly just like you, were dragged to this messed up triangle that spun so hard, it had turned into a tornado of lies and half truths.
Get rid of it
How could he?
His words had brought to light so many memories you had tried so so hard to bury, only for them to crawl back to the surface, as heartrending as ever in your mind and your beating organ that threatened to stop at any second if you didn't get the keys to unlock your car and leave.
An imaginary monster breathed in your neck, salivating at the anxiousness brewing within yourself, ready to pounce on you with full force in the shape of a panic attack, despite your car being away from the war zone. Your little heaven, where you had still control pulled you out, injured, maybe crippled from the shards of the hearts broken and left forsaken by a man that did nothing but burn everything in his wake.
Your was pulled out, smashed against the floor, stomped on and then doused in gasoline while all you could do was seeing his beloved fiancé, have her own receiving the same treatment.
You left. It was clear that none of them wanted you around. None of them could stand the sight of you. Dana specially. unknowingly, you had dragged her into the light, yanking away the blindfold Miguel had masterfully crafted over the years. Needless to say he wasn't appreciating that little stunt from you.
And he definitely wasn't enjoying one bit having all his lies finally exposed to the four winds. If you could go back to that night, knowing what you knew now, you wouldn't have even assisted to begin with, but that meant another woman would've been left at his mercy.
Apparently life had chosen you as the sacrificial lamb, and with a creature growing in your guts, you had accepted the role, unwillingly bestowed upon you.
Your fingers had dialed the only number you kept in your emergency list. MJ while in traffic. It wasn't a nice nor understandable talk since you were all over the place, hyperventilating and weeping in your little car despite the lights turning bright green some seconds ago, provoking the cars tailing at you to honk angrily, as if their noise would make it away.
Would make it all go away, but in opposite, it just gave you a major headache, rising your nauseas again.
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"Dana, mi amor-"
"Mi amor?!" Her angry yelling enervated Miguel's docile demeanor, "Don't you dare to call me that."
"We can work this out, just listen-"
"No, Miguel. I won't listen, I won't and I don't want to!"
"Can you stop behaving-"
"Like a what?! A crazy bitch?, say it!"
A little twitch in Miguel's eyes was the only response Dana got in return. In other times, that was the signal for them to just remove their clothes and raw eachother silly until one of them were either spent, which was usually her, after two rounds.
Miguel's hand tried to reach for Dana's arm but she quickly recoiled, as if he had burned her skin with a bright lit coal. Now, she wanted everything but to be touched by him, or even talked to. Nothing believable came out the pretty lips she once used to bite and kiss at her whims. But there was nothing but disgust blossoming in the more she stared at them.
His crooked teeth contained after the  meaty pair of muscles that covered them, they moved but Dana paid no attention.
"Dana! Puta madre, Escúchame!" (Listen to me!)
"No! You listen to me, you... pathetic excuse of a man."
A little growl rumbled on his chest, but his now ex fiancé didn't budge.
"Careful with your words"
"Or what? What were you thinking?!"
"I wasn't! Ok? I wasn't fucking thinking-"
"Of course you weren't. Your dick was thinking for you"
"It was a-"
"I swear If you say that it was an accident-"
"It wasn't. I was angry at you."
"And just cause you were angry you had to go and fuck someone else?! Even worse get her pregnant?! Are you stupid?"
"Clearly you're not-"
"Understanding? Oh poor Miguel got so angry that he fucked someone else. What did you expect to get?! A million dollars to grow inside?! Man the fuck up!"
Miguel rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose a bit too hard, but the pain grounded him. Anchored him to his rational line of thinking.
"You got someone else pregnant, Miguel."
"She'll get rid of it, I know-"
Dana had to take some steps back. Not only what he just said made her queasy and uneasy, no, it wasn't the words alone, it was the mood and tinge he used to pronounce them.
"How... how can you call your child an it? It's a baby! Not something you can get rid of!"
"I don't wanna be a father, she doesn't wants it either. What is the most logical thing to do?"
"Manning up and take responsibility for your actions."
"Oh, qué la chingada... No, Dana. Why would make the... baby or whatever to suffer unnecessarily?"
"Suffer from what? For having a terrible father?"
"You know why."
"You're so so phony. Oh my goodness, and to think I was going to marry you."
"No, no no. Dana, hermosa. Look, we can still get-"
Another slap.
"Listen to yourself, not only you want your baby's mother to abort it, you were... you were about to pay her..."
Her voice broke, and Miguel gulped. The both pushed and pulled, but Dana was the strong one in this occasion. He was losing the tug of war game, big time.
"You cheated on me cause I wasn't... I couldn't give you a child, didn't you? Is that it?!"
"No... I was stupid."
"Pretty fucking stupid. Give me the apartment keys."
"Don't be ridiculous. That's my apartment too."
"Oh, no. Not anymore. Remember the pre-nup?"
Fuck...
His shoulders once more rose. Tension taking a hold of his barely noticeable shaky body.
"Remember when you said you'd never cheat and even dare me to add that? Well, thanks for the idea, Miguel."
His nose flared angrily, the first columns that supported him crumbled. But no matter, he had his own and it was better and more roomy than the current one he shared with her.
He tossed the keys in her hands
" You know... what actually hurts the most about it besides knowing you cheated?"
Dana hiccuped and wiped her eyes. Her hair bobbed softly as she wiped her eyes.
"That... You were about to pay her to get rid of your child. When... I had been trying so hard to give you one. Someone else is making you a father. And... its  not me, Miguel."
Another wave of fresh tears rolled down her flushed in anger cheeks. In another time, she'd melt into his touch, bask in the warmth and comfort he, in his own way provided. But now, she didn't want him. Repulse bloomed in every pore of her being whenever he insisted on touching her.
"We can fix this, I know. Give her some time to think about it-"
"Think about what, Miguel? She's obviously scared! I'd...I'd give anything to be her right now."
Miguel grunted, derision as expected and slicked his hair back.
"What? An underpaid receptionist?"
"No, you... heartless dick! A mother to be! And probably a single mother now..."
Silence made it's way towards both, permeating the ambience, but Dana broke it with a deep and blasé sigh.
"You have one week to get your stuff out."
"That's not enough time-"
"Funny for you to still think I care. You better start tonight then."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Dana pulled the ring out and tossed it at his face. The metal band bounced on his chest to then fall to the ground. Miguel kneeled to pick it up and rub off the dirt on it.
"If you don't tell Gabriel about it, I will."
"I don't need supervision."
"Are you sure about that?"
Miguel's eyes turned icy towards her, but he turned around with a huff to finally toss everything inside his car.
"You better take responsibility for that child."
Dana chided, angry and hurt as she was, she also tried to appeal to the human and logical side of him.
"Or what?, You're telling my mother?"
"You're so full of shit, man the fuck up for once and own your mistakes."
"For all I know that thing wouldn't be mine. She could be lying!"
He was now the junkie hooked on denial, but another slap didn't shake him, just made him angrier.
"Yet you were willing to pay a stranger to get an abortion. I heard enough to know it's your mess. It's not a thing, it's a child!."
"Are you done?"
"Act all though shit if you want, but you know I am right. And I know how much you hate when I'm right. Tell me something."
Her eyes met his, and a chill ran down her spine upon finding nothing but coldness in them.
"Was it worth it? Cheating on me and keeping me in the shadows for almost three months?"
"No. It wasn't."
"Then why? Why you did it?"
He'd be a bigger liar if he came up with an honest answer, cause in truth he didn't know. He gave into his intrusive thoughts, simple as that. Yet, oh such a mess was born from it.
"I... I always knew that sooner or later you'd cheat on me. I'm not perfect by any means, but... you... Not wanting to do anything with your own child? That's..."
"Enough. Move it. I gotta go."
"As ironic as things are? Mark my words when I tell you, you'll beg to have a spot in that child's life."
"Dana, move."
"And when you do? All you'll get in return is the same treatment. And God, I hope you do."
"Muévete de una pinche vez!" (Move the fuck away)
She didn't trembled nor waned her bravado because of him yelling. She was used to his outbursts.
"One week."
"Fucking heard you already."
His car's door was slammed, Dana had to step back, to watch him drive away. The new reality he left her drowning in was crushing her, yet she knew that one way or another life had given her the answer to the question that often assaulted her mind in those little moments of self introspection she had after a long day.
Is Miguel the one for me?
No. Not anymore. She wasn't even sure before the elephant had popped in the room, yet, she had clung onto him so hard that letting go was still one the most difficult things she had ever done. The usual part of her had the urge to call him, and talk things through, like they always did. But this time was different.
Damned her if she called him back. She wouldn't endanger the little dignity that remained in her. Besides, her own problems were just delivered. She now had to explain her family why she was single again, she'd spare him the gruesome details, a last proof of her undeserving love for him.
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How could he had been so stupid? He knew he had to change the condom, he knew he had to stop for a minute and pull a new one. Seconds he had decided to ignore were now knocking on his door, in the shape of something so horrific that reminded him of his past, his roots and everything that he rendered to his family.
But his own saying had no room when Dana had laid his cards pretty much clearly before him, and so had you. Had you taken the check?
Of course you did, if you wouldn't need it, the paper piece would've be on the floor. Hopefully you'll use it to wipe that little mistake away. He refused to perpetuate his story. He wanted a child. Of course he did. But not like this. Not in the same fucked up way he was conceived.
He had vaguely explained Dana his past, but omitted that crucial part he was sure would have served as an empathy source in her reasoning for this situation.
He didn't want to admit that her curse had unnerved him. Dana and her omen had stirred something he kept locked away for so long he thought it long dead.
Nothing mattered anymore. He went to a nearby store to get some boxes, the sooner he'd pack and leave, the least chances would be to see and explain Dana's family about the whys about his sudden leaving. And to his luck, they loved him.
They thought Dana had won the loterry with him.
The least he wanted right now was to face his problems, or them talking back to him. Feelings and emotions too raw on him to allow them run rampant.
His lies were out, exposed, with no other way for them to hide. The deed was done and so was his bed. For now, he partially fixed it. Putting the bedsheets ontop. Cause if he was gonna lay in it, he'd do it comfortable enough to do so.
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MJ gave your shoulders a gentle rub, before serving you a warm cup of chamomile tea with a bit of honey.
The ride back home from the clinic had been quiet, none of you dared to say a peep. MJ knew that you were too shaken to be functional enough. Too affected to articulate something, and still, she didn't ebb you to speak. She sat across you, giving your hand a gentle rub.
Minutes ticked by, the little tic tac of The clock made your own thoughts to pace to it's rhythm despite the racing and jumbled tempo inside your head. And when silence felt too deep and stretched, you spoke.
"Ever... felt like you've done something you thought right for the wrong reasons?"
"You did what you though was right, sweetie."
MJ looked at you with a softened and judgement devoid gaze.
"I... I couldn't do it, MJ. I thought that... I was able to. But I chickened out last second."
"Do you wanna share with me the why?"
"That's the thing! That I don't know!"
A shake of your head cut short a little broken whimper, while you pushed some strands of hair away from your somber face.
"I know it was the right thing to do! Even Miguel is right, but I couldn't!"
The knot in your throat tightened, making a sob to die suffocated. MJ squeezed your hand tighter.
"I'm sure you must hate me. "
"Why would you think that?"
Her face went from a frown to then morph into a surprised grimace
"Cause... I wanted to abort when I knew your struggles to-*
Your name was chided in such a soft yet firm way it had your eyes glossing once more. The kind of voice she'd use to discipline Mayday, full of love yet not taking any shit.
"You truly can't be serious right now. Sweetie, my pregnancy has nothing to do with yours. You owe me nothing. You owe those who struggle, nothing. Don't blame yourself, ok?"
"But I-"
"But nothing. You have the right to choose. You can still choose."
"The thing is... I don't know what to do."
"And it's perfectly normal to feel lost."
"I ran away cause... I didn't want to be like my mother. And that's a selfish-"
"Babe." MJ pursed her lips in a saddened smile, "Whetever reason you didn't do it, it's fine. You're not selfish or alike your mother for wanting an abortion."
"When Miguel told me to get rid of it... I... I got so many of my memories with her back. I wanted to cry and... scream."
"Then cry and scream, let it all out, sweetheart. And after you've done so, choose again."
"I can't, MJ. I... felt like my mother when I was about to enter that room. She was always... telling Dylan to get rid of me once her pills were over."
You sniffed and the redhead you had for a best friend passed you a handkerchief, which you used to wipe your eyes and tears, right away.
" It didn't help that Dylan hid them, and I was the only one to blame. I... I am the least adequate person to have a baby, but I'm too much of a coward to abort."
MJ pushed the tea closer to you, it had grown a bit less warm, but she listened.
"And... I feel like a monster to wish that sometimes my body would act like the silent killer and take it all away. But I know it doesn't works like that."
"Whatever you choose, I'll be there. If you want to reschedule your appointment at the clinic, I'll help you out after it's done."
Your eyes finally broke down at her next words.
"But If you want to give them for adoption, I'll help into looking for the right people. And, if you change your mind later about it all, I ask before anyone else to be the godmother."
"God, you're... you're such an angel MJ."
Hot and fat tears soaked the flimsy piece of fabric.
"Hell, even if you need some economic help-"
"Oh no no... No. I... I can't take that from you when you're already doing so much for me."
"I don't think Miguel is willing to help out."
"I don't need him. I've done it on my own for the past couple of months and I've done so great, didn't I?"
"Will you use the check?"
"And have another reason for him to be around me? No. I tossed it to the trash after tearing it apart. Kind of regret not giving it to someone in need."
"What If he tries to, you know, go the legal way?"
"Then he'll only prove he's a shitty parent."
"Just... It's so damn hard for me to wrap my head around it, you know? How could you just ask to get rid of something?"
"That's just who he is. I don't want anything to do with him."
"So... you're... carrying the pregnancy to a term?"
"Yeah." You sighed and looked at her, "I'll give the baby for adoption."
MJ nodded.
"You still have a couple of weeks to reschedule, you know? You don't have to force yourself to do this."
"I know. But I'm not forcing myself. I... I choose to do this because I refuse to just be like her."
"You're not your mother."
Those simple murmurs had your throat knotting impossibly tight.
"I know it's selfish to... use a child like that. Just to prove yourself something else. But I am unable to abort. I can't... I just can't. I'll feel even worst if I do."
"I'll look into adoption programs we can discuss later, ok?"
You could only nod.
"It's alright. Everything is gonna be alright."
"I gotta find a better job though. My current salary isn't enough to cover up future expenses and my insurance plan is gonna be ridiculously expensive."
"Want me to help you in that too?"
"Are you sure?"
"Obviously. You hate being pitied on, understandably so, yet, we gotta be realistic in some stuff."
"I'm not ashamed to ask the government for help."
"I know. But what if Miguel actually has a bit of conscience left and tries to help?"
"No. I don't want anything coming from him, I rather overwork myself than to ask him for shit. He'll throw it at my face. He thought I wanted money to keep myself shut!"
"Didn't Alchemax offers maternity insurance or something like that?"
"It does but... It's only for a little time. And I'm not sure to keep working in that place, knowing I can see them anytime or... something could happen to me."
"I still can't believe that woman hit you."
"She had the right to do so. But I'm also scared of her. He's such a manipulator that he could bait her into taking him back."
"I don't know about that. She seems like the kind of woman that takes so much for so long until she decides it's enough."
"Pretty sure having your fiance knock up a stranger is enough."
"Focus on you, ok? You already did your part in telling them both. What they decide to do, is up to them."
MJ wasn't wrong. It was up to them. If Dana was to take a grudge, you'd bear it. You were brave enough to spill it all to her, even if that earned a slap from her. But now she was free.
And Miguel...
Another deep sigh.
You'd pretend he didn't exist, just like he had been playing for the last months. The more you thought about the clinic and the business you were about to perform, made you unnerved.
You didn't want to go back, even if your life depended on it, you'd refuse. In all the categorical and brazen truth, you weren't able to abort cause it didn't feel right.
Although MJ told you weren't your mother, that's how exactly you felt while being before the pristine white walls of the surgery room.
It brought back one of the many coldhearted memories you had from your messed up childhood. Social services were regulars in the doorstep of the paltry looking and shabby located apartment. Post partum psychosis had your mother in and out of the psychiatric ward, a distant relative took care of you in the meantime.
Joy lasted for almost five years, until her schizoaffective disorder acted up, often endangering you. Until one day you were sure she was taking your life away, with her own hands.
With a blink of an eye, you removed your attention back to MJ whose eyes had turned in a deep concerned stare at your sudden shut off.
"I'll put the baby for adoption."
"Alright. I'll help you."
There was no hesitation in your voice, yet the little heart growing inside beat harder, borderline excited to have an extended stay inside.
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SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS - J.M
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Warnings: pregnancy, main character death, violence, blood, grief
Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: you loved Joel more than you had ever loved anyone else and when you were finally ready to start the rest of your lives together, the world collapsed
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The alarm woke the two of you up that morning but he ignored it, tightening his arms around you as the two of you lay there in his bed.
"Alarm," the young girl called out, hand pounding on the door.
You didn't want to be taken out of the dream you had even though you knew that the morning sickness would wake you up any second.
You hadn't mentioned it to Joel yet but you'd checked and you were going to surprise him before he left for work for his birthday. You were 7weeks along and couldn't be happier.
You were snapped out of your thoughts of your future by Joel's groan as he pulled you tighter against him, "Five more minutes," he said, his voice gruff in your ear.
As you turned over and looked at your husband of two years, you thought of everything you'd done and been through. You were 5 years his junior and had met five years ago at a work event. You were a secretary at a work event he wa doing construction for and after spending the whole night staring at you, tommy had finally convinced him to ask you out.
Now as you lay here in his bed, looking up into his eyes, you knew that he had made the best decision. "Happy birthday handsome," you said and he pulled you closer to him, arms tightening around your waist.
He smirked, eyes opening to look at you as he spoke in his deep morning voice, “Do i get my present now?” He questioned, hand slipping down to pull on the bottom of his oversized shirt you were wearing.
You chuckled, pressing a hand against his chest as you pushed him away before sitting up in your share bed, “We have to make breakfast, Ill meet you downstairs,” you said, getting out of bed.
After getting changed, you walked down the stairs to the kitchen where you saw Sarah as she stood at the stove, cooking some eggs. As you walked past, you pressed a kiss to the girls temple as you went to grab a glass of water from the fridge.
Sarah had only been 7 when you started dating her dad and she love you from the second that you two met. She had never had a mother like any of the other girls at school had had but you were more than enough.
“You want any help lovey?” You asked as you saw the girl cooking the eggs.
Sarahs nose scrunched up in disgust, she loved your cooking but eggs was in no way your forte, “I’m good,” she said, trying to be polite as you sat down at the counter.
You looked over at the stairs when you heard a noise, watching as Joel walked into the room. He walked over to his daughter, pressing a kiss to her forehead before reaching for the coffee machine.
Sarah asked where the pancake mix was and her fathers face scrunched up in the same way Sarahs had earlier, they were more similar than they thought they were, "I don't like pancakes," he said.
"I know, but me and mum do," Sarah said, grinning at you. You would never get over her calling you that because it showed just how accepted you were in the little family. She turned to the fridge, pouring her father a glass of orange juice, "It's Vitamin C,"
He shook his head in disgust, sliding the juice over the counter. You smiled, picking it up and taking a sip as he drank his coffee. You picked the glass up as you both walked over to the table, watching as Sarah placed their food on the table.
"How old are you again?" Sarah asked teasingly.
"36," he said, taking a sip from his coffee. He had missed out on so much in his life but the only thing he wanted now was to grow old with his daughter and his wife, ready to live the rest of their lives together.
He was snapped out of his daydream when he heard the door open and and they all turned to him as he walked in, "Hey, still alive you old fucker," he said, grabbing a cup of coffee fron the pot, "You look cheery, you get some last night?"
"Course he did," Sarah said and Joel choked on his food, looking up at his 12 year old daughter, thinking about what she had just insinuated.
"Sarah!' The two adults exclaimed, looking over at her as Tommy laughed at the idea.
“At this rate, you two will have some evil mini mes running all over this house,” Tommy joked and Joel laughed at the concept.
Your face scrunched up as you looked over at him, brows furrowed at the idea that he didn’t want that with you, “Would that be so bad Joel?” You questioned and he looked at you, mimicking the same confused look.
He shrugs, looking at you with the ghost of a smirk on his lips, “No, I don’t think it would,’ he said.
The words sent a wave of relief through you and though you didnt want to mention it now, you were. You had the tests upstairs and the first scan that you had gotten the other day at the hospital to prove it. You smiled at him at the idea and his face sank, almost like he was going through all five stages of grief.
“Honey,” he said, his voice quiet as he looked at you, your smile growing every second that you looked at his shocked face, “Are you serious?”
The room was silent as they waited for your answer. Sarah had a huge grin on her face as she looked at you, the excitement of having a baby brother or sister bubbling up inside of her. Tommys eyes were wide as he looked over at the table, realising that he spoiled the surprise - you had mentioned it to him the other day as he had driven you to the hospital.
“Surprise,” you said, your voice quiet as you waited to gauge the reaction from the others, “I had this whole thing prepared for tonight Joel-“
You started to speak and he cut you off, pulling you into a kiss - he didn’t normally kiss you that much in front of Sarah so the act alone made it clear how happy he was. When he pulled away, his hands came up to cup your cheeks and he looked into your eyes, tears welling up in his.
“We’re going to have a baby?” He questioned again, trying to keep his emotion in as he looked at you. Sarahs mother had never stuck around but he knew that you would, he knew that you were everything he was looking for in a person.
You nodded your head and he kissed you again, one hand going down to rest on your stomach, “7 weeks,” you stated when you pulled away from the kiss.
Joel looked around the room, a huge smile on his face as he looked at his family, “We’re going to have a baby!” He exclaimed, repeating the sentiment as he looked at the others.
When he noticed Sarah had started crying, his face sunk as he wondered if she was unhappy about it, even though she was the one who had been begging for a little sibling since you two got married, “What’s wrong baby?” He asked and Sarah sniffled.
“I’m so happy,” she said, laughing in between the tears. He pressed a kiss against her forehead with a smile.
“Me too Sarah, me too,” he said, looking back at you. Nobody in the room had ever seen Joel miller smile that much before but right now, it looked like he would never stop.
“Congratulations you two, guess I get to be the fun uncle for another kiddo,” he said, a smile on his face.
The rest of the breakfast went smoothly, all of them talking about how exciting it was going to be, what they were going to name the baby, how they were going to paint the nursery but all good things must come to an end. Joel left for the day to pull a double shift at the construction yard and you drove to work.
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You were laying on the sofa, fast asleep, when you heard a noise coming from outside. When you finally fully woke up, you checked the time and noticed the sound of helicopters flying overhead.
You started to panic and pulled a jacket on as you rushed to Sarah’s room, you bag slung on your back. When you noicted that she wasnt in bed, you rushed outside, screaming her name.
That’s when you saw Joel’s truck rushing down the street - he had gone out to pick tommy up from jail after an incident - and when the car parked, he jumped outside.
“Where’s Sarah?” He asked, looked around, a wrench in his hand as he walked over.
Just as he said that, she ran out of the Adlers house, the girl running into your arms as you tried to protect her from whatever it was that Joel was scared of.
Nana Adler started crawling out of the house and anyone could tell that the three adults were scared and unsure what to do. You didnt even know what was going on but with Tommy standing there, a shotgun in his hand, you knew that something was wrong.
"What are we doing Joel?" Tommy asked, his voice loud as he pointed the shotgun at the old lady. She seemed sick, her face morphing into something horrid as she scrambled towards them.
When she got closer, Joel did the only thing he could think about doing to protect his family, he hit her over the head. He had to kill the elderly woman because if he didnt, then there was any chance that she could kill his family.
You gasped, pulling Sarah’s face into your body in an attempt to make sure that she didn’t have to watch her elderly neighbour being bludgeoned to death by Joel.
"He killed her," Sarah whispered into your chest and Joel came over to the two girls, knowing that you both deserved answers.
When he looked into your eyes, he could see that you were scared and confused and he felt bad that this was happening to you now. You two were just about to start your family and now you were being flung head first into an apocalypse that you had no idea about.
When his daughter looked up at him, he noticed the look of pure fear in her eyes - she had never looked at him like that before and he could feel the guilt sinking in his stomach "It's not just the Adlers but we're gonna be brave,"
You nodded and he grabbed your hand, checking on the both of you quickly. You watched Sarah get into the car and he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You okay baby girl?” He asked and you nodded, “We’re going to make it through this, all of us,”
You got into the car, sitting down next to Sarah when you noticed that the other two Adlers were rushing towards the car - they were infected, "Get your seatbelt on!" Joel yelled out and the two girls did.
"I'm scared," Sarah said as she looked up at you. You didnt know how to reassure the girl, you didnt even know what was going on. All you could think about was your family, your baby. You looked down at the bag that you had carried out; inside was the present for Joel, the sonogram.
“What’s going on boys?” You asked, trying to hide the shake in your voice as you looked out of the window as they sped through the streets.
Tommy shook his head in the front from where they were sitting, "They're saying its a virus. Some sort of parasite," he explained, looking back at them.
Sarah let out a shaky sigh, "Are we sick?" She questioned, eyes wide as she looked over at you.
You took her hand in yours, "Course not," you said as you tried to comfort her on a subject that you knew nothing about. You could all be sick for all that you knew but you had to make sure she wasnt too worried
"How do you know? How do you know we're not sick?" She questioned an you could hear the fear in her voice.
The girl had been so excited this morning, she had picked out baby names that she wanted and was preparing for the rest of her life as a big sister. Now she was preparing to potentially die.
Joel turned back and looked at the two of you, "They're saying it people in the city, that's why they got the highway blocked off," he explained and you nodded, unsure what that meant.
He hated seeing his daughter like that, so upset and scared, but he knew that you would look after her and that you were going to be okay. He didnt know how this morning he had recieved the greatest news in his life and now he was sitting here, planning on runnning away to save his family.
As they drove through the streets, Tommy looked in horror at a house on fire in a field, "God. That's Jimmy's place," he said, almost like he finally realised the extent of all of it. It was surreal as they heard the sirens on the streets and prepared for the end of the world as they knew it.
"The Adlers would take nana into the city," Sarah said almost absentmindedly suddenly. You nodded, listening to Joel reassure her that that must be how they got As they drove onto the highway, Joel swore as he looked at all of the other trucks lining up in an attempt to escape the hell, "Everyone had the same fucking idea," Tommy said.
He was just as scared as you and Joel were. This was his family too, but he had to put on a brave face.
"Take the field, we'll pick it up on the west side," you suggested, and Tommy nodded, the car jolting back and forth as they drove across the grass.
When they were driving through, Tommy stopped aburpty when he noticed that the entire military was lining the highway that they were trying to get to, "The fucking army," Tommy said.
"Keep moving, head north," Joel said and you could hear the panic in his voice as he starts to yell, explaining that there was nowhere else that they could go, "Tommy, come on,"
He would do anything for his family, especially now, "Where do we go?" You questioned, not knowing what they were going to do now. You werent even write sure what really was going on but also, nobody else seemed to know either.
"We go as far as we go, I don't know, Mexico," he said, shaking his head as he tried to save the family that he had spent so long building, "Go to the river, get across. Pick up the highway and then we're out,"
As he looked back at you and Sarah, you whispering to the girl to try to keep her calm, one hadn on her shoulder and one on your stomach, he wanted to cry. He wanted to break down and destroy whoever had done this to his family.
"Maybe its everywhere, maybe there's nowhere to go," Sarah said, trying to stay strong for everyone else but you could tell that her voice was breaking.
"We will be fine sweetheart," you said, reaching down and grabbing the girls hand, “You’re a strong girl and you’re going to make it, we all are,”
You were absolutely terrified for your family, for your baby but you couldn’t let it show for Sarahs sake. You had never had a good family life and now that you had this one, you couldn’t bear to lose it.
They started to drive through town, the four of them horrified ad they looked at the crowds of people. Some people were running for safety and some were chewing on other people.
Tommys eyes were wide as he stared into the distance, "I can't drive through them," he said, his hand shaking on the wheel.
"Keep going," Joel yelled out, all of his protective instincts bubbling up. There was no part of Joel that would ever let anything happen his family, to his brother, to his daughter, his wife and his unborn child and he knew that he would kill people to protect them if he had to.
All of a sudden, a large crowd started to emerge in the distance and they realised that there was something going on over there, probably more infected people. There was no way they'd make it through.
"Back!" Joel exclaimed, his voice breaking slightly "Tommy go faster, mow the fuck over them,
"Joel!" You yelled out and he turned to look in the front window when he noticed that a plane was crashing down and was going to land in their direction - it was going to kill them all.
Your head was a blurry for a second as you crashed and when you woke up, you were upside down and Joel was reaching through the car to grab you. You winced as he pulled you out.
He pulled you into his lap, whispering your name under his breath as he checked to make sure you were alright. His heart was pounding as he looked over at the other side of the car where Sarah and Tommy were standing.
For a second there, when you weren't responding, his entire life flashed before him and he couldn't bare to think about what life without you would even look like. He might as well be dead if you were.
“Dad? Are you and mom okay?” The girl called out from the other side of the car, holding onto her uncle.
"She's fine, you're fine, aren't you baby," he asked, hands coming up to her face and she nodded, looking in his eyes like it would be the last time.
You took a deep breath, nodding your head, "My ankle hurts, but I'll be fine," you said and he helped you stand.
Just as you were about to make your way around to check on Sarah and tommy, another car crashed into theirs, blocking the way around, "Head to the River, we'll find a way," Tommy said, knowing there was no way round.
“Let’s go babygirl,” Joel said, wrapping his arm around her as they started running. When they made it into an alleyway, they started running at the sight of one of the infected behind them. They started running as fast as they could, legs carrying them into an abandoned field at the back.
Just as you thought that you weren't going to make it through, the infected man was shot and you and Joel both looked over to see a man from the State police standing in the field.
Joel wrapped his arm round your waist, your ankle had gotten worse from all that running and he could hear you wincing as he walked over to the man.
“Help us, my wife, she’s hurt her ankle,” he said and the man was hesitating, hand on his gun, “She’s pregnant, please,”
You both stood there for a second, not knowing what the man was going to do or say. You looked up at Joel, looking into his deep brown eyes for wht you wondered may be the last time.
The man picked up his radio, “we have two civilians, a man and his injured wife, she’s pregnant,” the man said.
They couldn’t hear what the man said though the radio after that but when he received his orders, he held up his gun and you both knew that this was not going to end well.
“Please, we’re not sick, we’re not sick,” he repeated almost begging the man and when he heard the bullet fire, he did the only thing that he could think of doing, he turned his body around to shied you but it was too late.
When he opened his eyes, he looked up at the man who had the gun still pointed at you. The man never shot again and Joel flinched when he heard a gunshot. When he looked at him, the man was falling to the ground and Tommy was standing there with the shotgun in his hand.
The first thing he heard was Sarah’s scream and then he turned to see you laying there. He crawled over to you, tears in his eyes as he looked at the bullet wounds all in your stomach and chest. There was no way you were going to make it.
“Babygirl, babygirl, come on,” he said and when he tried to move you, you screamed. He pulled you into his lap, tears in his eyes as he held his hand to your abdomen in an attempt to save you somehow.
“Joel, Joel, it hurts,” you said through gritted teeth. It was like someone was pulling at you, peeling your skin off completley. You don’t know how you could bear it any longer so you closed your eyes.
“Look at me honey, don’t do this to me,” he said, listening to your sobs. He turned back, tears in his eyes as he looked at Tommy and Sarah, the latter of which had tears streaming down her cheeks, “Don’t let her see, dont let her look,”
He pressed his hand against your wounds desperately no matter how loud you screamed. He was watching his future slip away from him in those last seconds and you closed your eyes, sobs getting quieter.
“Stay with me baby, come on, come on,” he repeated over and over again and you opened your eyes, looking into his eyes.
“It hurts Joel,” you whispered, “The baby Joel, my baby,”
You let out a scream as he pressed his jacket to your stomach in any attempt to save you. He wasnt going to sit idlely and wait, “We’re going to make it darling, just stay with me,”
“I’m cold Joel,” you said, a chuckle escaping you as you closed your eyes, “Its so cliche, I’m cold baby,”
He let the tears flowed down his cheeks and your eyes fluttered open, focusing on him. You thought back to the first time you looked into his deep brown eyes from across the room and wished you could go back there. As the world slipped away, his hand in yours, you let his face ground you.
He let out a guttural scream as he pulled you into his arms, feeling your body go limo against him. Joel couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. He had failed at the only thing he had ever promised you to do. He had failed to look after you.
Even tommy closed his eyes as he watched his brother lose the only woman he ever really loved. He couldn’t watch, he could listen to the sobs from his niece and the screams from his brother as he tried to hold onto any piece of you that he could.
Joels eyes opened when he heard something flutter to the ground and he looked at a crumpled up sonogram that had fallen from your pocket. The pad of his thumb wiped the blood off of it, your blood, as he looked at what could have been his future.
He had lost almost everything in one moment, his unborn child, his wife and the only woman he had ever truly loved. His hand came down to your stomach, hands stained with blood now as he kept trying.
He let out one more visceral scream as he held your body to his. He wasn’t ready to let go and he never would.
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turns this AU inside my mind like a rotisserie chicken... spiderwoman MJ my beloved
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Peter Parker x f!reader
Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.
Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.
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"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."
Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 
"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 
"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 
"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 
"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 
"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.
"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.
"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."
"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 
"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"
"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."
Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 
The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 
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"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"
The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 
"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."
You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.
Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 
"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.
Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 
The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 
Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 
At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 
Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 
After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 
Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 
Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!
If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!
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After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.
"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 
"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 
"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.
"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.
"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."
Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"
"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"
"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 
"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 
"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.
"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.
Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 
You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"
Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"
"Can do. At the library?"
"Absolutely."
"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 
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"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.
"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 
MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."
"Thanks? I'll try not to."
With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 
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The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 
Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.
You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 
Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."
"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.
Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 
"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"
"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 
Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."
For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."
Peter frowned. "You're done?"
You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"
Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 
"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."
You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.
"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"
"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."
"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."
"You think so?"
"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."
Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.
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The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 
You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.
Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.
"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."
You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."
Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 
Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 
"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.
You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."
"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"
You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."
"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"
"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 
"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"
"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.
"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"
"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.
"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.
"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."
"Plan?"
"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."
When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 
You nodded. 
"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."
"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.
"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"
You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 
"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."
You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."
"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.
You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.
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"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"
MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.
"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"
Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 
"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."
"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 
"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 
___
You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 
You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 
It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.
The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 
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No Angels by bellarkyy on AO3
A Mixte 1963/Voltaire High fanfiction about Michèle Magnan and Joseph Descamps
Joseph becomes obsessed with Michèle after she is the reason for him losing his eye. But, instead of hating her in the way he expected, he is beyond attracted to her. She won't leave his mind no matter what he does. And as he witnesses her begin her journey of figuring out sexual pleasure, he is happy to insert himself and help her out.
Michèle is drawn to Descamps, has been since the moment she saw him. He is tall and broad and once he has the eyepatch on, his attractiveness becomes exponentially more. With being around so many boys, something about her has changed and she doesn't know how to describe it other than feeling hot all of the time. And, one boy in particular makes her feel like she is burning: Descamps. When he offers to help her discover what true pleasure is despite their past, she can't deny him.
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Why couldn't it be me (pt 2)
Warnings: cheating, crying, Platonic Love, Peter being an ass. Ned being a sweet best friend and Loki being there in the end.
Marvel Masterlist / Peter Parker Masterlist
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The past few months had been rough, you had yet to break up with Peter even when Loki and Ned were both telling you that you should. That its the best idea, even when you knew they were right you couldn't do it. Even when Peter kept cancelling plans with you, no matter how many times you rescheduled.
Speaking of rescheduling and plans being canceled, Peter had finally made a date. He had promised to make it, and you foolishly believed him. Which is why you had been sitting in the same seat in this restaurant for the past hour. In his favorite suit of yours.
You chose the suit he loved because you thought maybe if you did then he would choose you. Maybe he would see you and start being a better boyfriend. However you began to give up with him not showing up at all. The final straw was when the waitress came around for the fifth time asking if you were okay. You politely told her everything was okay before she walked off
Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you decided to call Peter only for it to go straight to voicemail. Standing up you pay for your meal and leave a generous tip to the waitress for her patience before you leave the building.
Once you were a good distance away from all the people you let your tears fall. Fighting through tears you find your way to the curb and sit down. Pulling your phone back out you find Ned's phone number and press on his name only for it to ring twice before its answered "y/n what's wrong? didn't you have a date tonight?"
A sob escapes your thought as you try to speak which causes Ned to speak as you hear keys in the background. "crap alright . Hey just stay on the phone with me, Ill be right there okay? Breathe in and out" He made sure to keep talking the whole time as he drove to you.
When he got there he seen you sitting on the curb and instantly got out and sat beside you wrapping his arm around you. The both of you sit in silence for a little while until you speak up "I think I want to go find him. I want to talk and hopefully resolve things and get an explanation. And I'm not going to get that unless I go to him"
"alright I'm coming with you" Ned said as if its the most normal thing in the world. He was a friend you could count on. One that would do crazy shit with you just so you didn't do it alone. Giving him a small smile you both walk to his car and get in.
As he drives he turns up the radio only for the song playing to be a song you and him both enjoy. So you both are singing along to the radio and you can feel the nerves rolling off of you for just a few minutes.
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Once you park in front of Peters home you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes. "its now or never right?" Ned nods and rests his hand on your shoulder "ill walk you up there. You don't got to do this alone" You smile and nod "Thank you Ned"
You both get out of his car and go up to Peters door, You are about to knock when you hear laughter. It doesn't sound like Peters laughter its more high pitched and giggly. At the sound of this you almost just turn your back and leave when Ned gives you a look and you sigh before bringing your hand to the door and knocking.
About a minute of two goes by and the door opens revealing your boyfriend. However his hair is messed up and he is missing a piece of clothing. Like his shirt. He freezes like a deer in headlights. "y/n. Ned. What are you doing here?"
His voice sounds so genuine like he is actually confused and forgot about the plans that HE made. You scoff as you feel your chest tighten. "what do you mean what are we doing here? You had planed a date after weeks of cancelling. Just for you to not show up" You take a breath to calm yourself "i waited an hour and twenty minutes. I probably looked like a loser"
Peters eyes go wide and he looks at Ned hoping his "best friend" would back him up. "come on dude, you know how forgetful I get. I forgot that it was today, please believe me" He looks back at you, while Ned just shakes his head. "Peter you really screwed up. Both your friendship and your relationship"
Peter looks back at you but you look through him and see Mj standing there and that's when you walk inside and see the date the two of them were having. There was a movie playing, with snacks, blankets and pillows laid out everywhere. It looked a lot like the ones you two used to have when he made time for you.
Mj looks over at you and she looks sad. "y/n I didn't know you two were still together. He told me that the both of you had ended things a while ago. I would have never done this to you knowingly. I would have just been friends with him and nothing more"
Tears form your eyes because you know she is being truthful because there was a time when you and her had been close friends. This caused it to hurt worse, especially when you knew you couldn't hate her because she truly didn't know.
Peter walks over to you and tries to grab onto your shoulders but you move away slightly causing his hands to land on your upper arms. The tears beginning to fall down your face now as you struggle to look at him. "you said you forgot about our date tonight. The one you kept cancelling. Now I see why you couldn't ever make it" You look over at MJ
"y/n I don't know what keeps happening, I just couldn't stop and i couldn't split my time" His excuse was such a bad one that it causes you to pull away from him. His hands falling from you. "why couldn't you just love me" You ask as you meet his eyes.
What you are met with is silence, the kind of silence that makes it painfully known what he is going to say. "I don't know why I cant love you anymore. Even when I know you loved me and did everything for me..I just couldn't feel anything for you. I'm so sorry"
You nod and close your eyes while taking a deep breath. "how long" came your voice in such a quiet sad tone that had Ned walking just a little closer to you.
"what?" Peter asks
"how long have you felt this way Peter Parker" Your voice had been holding strong until he says the next words. "A year"
"oh" was the only sound you make as you look at the wall and away from him. Not being able to look at him you nod "thank you for telling me. I should go."
Ned grabs onto your hand and squeezes it softly making sure your still with him. He does this because he knows how much physical touch helps you sometimes. whether it be romantic or platonic. Ned turns to look at Peter "don't expect me to be coming around anymore. You screwed up so bad. "goodbye Parker"
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Walking inside of your home your whole body seems to just droop as if carrying your weight is too much to bare right now. Ned gets worried when you haven't talked since Peters place. You are silent as you grab yourself a snack and get one for Ned too. If there is one thing about you its that you always took care of everyone even if you weren't feeling so great yourself. But now he wanted to take time to take care of you.
Ned walks up to you and pulls you into his arms and holds you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder as you take a deep breath. Refusing to cry so instead you talk to him "I'm so sorry he did this to us. You were his best friend." Ned almost scoffs at how you are still worried about his own feelings and now your own.
He runs his hands up and down your back comfortingly. He notices how you aren't allowing yourself to fully fall apart and feel all the emotions you need to let out but he doesn't want to push you. "I know but what he did to you is unforgivable. I never thought he would be the type to do this"
You shrug "i guess everyone is capable." Ned holds you for a little bit longer before he walks you over to the couch and lays you down onto a pillow. As you close your eyes you speak "you can stay over if you want. Take the extra bedroom." he nods and tells you a goodnight and closes the door.
From the softness of the pillow and the headache forming against your temples you fall asleep rather quickly. Ned however pulls out his phone and texts Loki. Loki would rather people text than call him so he made sure never to call him. The only reason Ned had his number was because how close the two of you were and he also knew of the gods feelings towards you.
When Ned sends the text Loki is quick to look at it and instantly teleports there. As he stands in the middle of the living room he sees you laid down with no blanket and so he conjures up a green blanket of his he knows is your favorite and sits down while covering you up.
As they did this you end up waking up. "loki?" They nod and say in a soft voice knowing you wont remember waking up in the morning. "yes darling im here. Get comfortable and sleep, ill be here when you wake" you give him a soft smile and plave your head on their lap and instantly fall asleep under the blanket
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When morning comes Ned walks down and sees Loki running his hands through your hair while you sleep. He smiles to himself as he tells a Loki a quiet goodbye and walks out of the house leaving the two of you there.
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Can you do something with reader being a Cam girl and MJ discovering that? Like, MJ always been in love with her and in some way she discover about It but didn't know what to do with it
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Something inside of you had changed when you'd seen your username on her screen. You'd borrowed her phone to google something, yours being dead in your pocket, but a glance down at her browser tabs and your website was saved as a bookmark.
You'd acted like everything was normal, googling the term with albeit shaky hands, but moving on with your day.
Until now. You'd slipped into MJ's hoodie, the one she left at your house the last time she'd slept over. You'd worn it to school only once since then, and you'd noticed her eyes on you all day long.
It wouldn't hurt to play to her interests, would it?
You sat in front of your camera, legs spread around the tripod showcasing the tiniest sliver of her favorite shade of blue on your underwear, barely visible beneath the hem of her hoodie.
You switched on your camera, your live feed popping up and showcasing your own picture.
You watched as viewers came flooding in, eyes scanning the list of names for one in particular. You weren't sure what exactly you were looking for, but when the name 'emjay2001' popped up, you knew you had her there.
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MJ sat in her closet, the only light in the small space coming from her phone. Her eyes were glued to the hoodie you wore, the familiar fabric having been on her own body only a week prior. Her brain flooded with lewd images from your previous streams, then imagined what this one would be like, when you had her hoodie around you.
Her breathing was hitched before you even started. Just the image of you posed in front of the camera, legs splayed open to showcase your pretty blue panties was enough to get her going.
You squinted softly at the chat in the corner of your screen, and MJ's lips twisted up into a soft smile. Even when you were about to fuck yourself raw, you still managed to look adorable.
"I like your sweatshirt," You read, grinning eagerly, "Thank you! It's my best friend's, she's watching right now and I wanted to thank her for supporting me."
Your words hit MJ like a ton of bricks. Her chest tightened, and her cheeks flared with embarrassment. It felt like a dream, like someone had taken her worst nightmare and woven it together with her wildest dreams to create whatever fusion of the two she was sitting in now. The mortification of being caught blended so effortlessly with her arousal at the sight of you that she wasn't sure which was stronger, just that she had fallen prey to both.
"I know you're watching," You crooned at the camera, a soft, knowing smirk on your lips, "Next time you should join me."
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I Can See You
Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/
Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END
Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.
Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.
Characters are completely aged up and this takes place after what will happen in beyond the spiderverse. I just made a little MJ variant and I think she's neat. I've been writing standalone scenes of her life after meeting Hobie and my friends really liked it so I thought I'd polish it up a little and post it. Nothing serious just some silly fun. (also I'm sorry I'm just not a y/n person, I just want to make characters who are developed and can have their own distinct personalities.) My MJ may not be for everyone but I hope you give her a shot.
Can also be read on Ao3 X
Chapter 1
She’s wiping off the counter and looking over at the small dodgy stage the pub has in the corner. She’s surprised the thing hasn’t collapsed in on itself. It has a couple of the instruments set up already for the band tonight. She feels someone bump her hip and she looks over to see her coworker raising a brow at her.
“Why don’t you wrap up early? You’re meeting your friends, right?” Andy asks her smiling.
MJ shrugs, “It ends in like fifteen and the band doesn’t start for another twenty. It’s fine, I don’t even think they've walked in yet.”
“Go on, grab a good spot at the front. I got it back here.” Andy encourages.
MJ rolls her eyes and keeps cleaning, “No seriously. I don’t even know who this band is. My friends want to see them. I’ll wrap it up in ten and look for them. I need to change out of these clothes anyway.”
“Whatever, you know half of the girls in here are already buzzin’. They’ve been drinking for the past hour looking for a shot of courage.” Andy says laughing.
MJ nudges her letting some giggles out too, “Stop, Andy! Leave them alone, they’re barely old enough to get in. They just want to see some hot musicians.”
“Who’s gonna tell them that most of the musicians are indeed, not hot, when they do small pub shows like us?” Andy says starting to pop open a beer for a customer.
“Oh, come off it, apparently this band does everything and anything. Good too, at least my friends say.” MJ says handing Andy another beer for the same group.
“You better clock out, you’ll miss your window to not be trapped back here.” Andy tells her looking at the clock.
“Oh shit, thanks!” MJ quickly dodges around the bar to get to the back so she can grab her bag and change.
She rushes into the bathroom and quickly changes into something a little cuter than her pub shirt and black slacks.
She pulls her rosy pink slip dress out and easily slides it on. Shoving her other clothes into her backpack. She adjusts her necklaces and looks into the mirror, checking to make sure her hair’s still passible. She adjusts the twin buns but just shrugs a minute later. It’s a punk show it doesn’t matter if she looks nice. She checks to make sure nothings on her and makes her way back out.
She throws her bag back where her other belongings are and wades through a decent sized crowd. She can’t find her friends but does make her way to the front. She checks her phone and sees that her friends had texted and canceled coming last minute. She groans in irritation, and turns to try and leave but the crowd has gotten thicker and she’s stuck. She’s jostled into someone who grabs her waist and she whips her head around smacking the hands.
“Hands off!” she growls looking up at the man. He throws his hands up but his grin is slimey. MJ keeps her glare.
“You bumped into me sweetie.” He chuckles.
She rolls her eyes, “Doesn’t mean you get handsy with me.” She mutters turning back to the stage. 
She sees her coworker Lars come out to push the crowd back, she feels a little better knowing she has an easy escape if she needs to. He settles in the corner of the stage, watching the crowd. Within a few seconds the band comes out and she settles a bit. She might as well enjoy the show.
She feels someone sidle up to her side, pressing into her, and she turns her head to see the same man from before smiling at her.
“Back up. I don’t play this game.” She hisses out shoving him off of her.
“C’mon, not a big deal, it’s a massive crowd in here. It’s tight is all.” He says slurring his words.
MJ puffs her cheeks in irritation and points her finger into his chest, “Do not fucking touch me again.” She flashes her eyes over to Lars and he nods his head, acknowledging her.
The guy takes a step back but is still looking at her in a predatory way that makes her skin crawl. She turns to the stage to try and pay attention to the band.
The music’s loud, booming, and it has her moshing with a small group near the front. She’s having a blast for the first few songs, then she feels it.
The guy that’s next to her starts to grab her bum. She turns around and slaps the guy across the face, “I said to not fucking touch me!” She shouts at him. The music’s too loud, the lights are in her eyes, and her bodies hot with rage and adrenaline. She turns to try and spot Lars but the man grabs her by the arm tightly, pulling her closer.
“C’mon I know a slag like you when I see one,” He starts to say, mouth too close to her face so she can smell how intoxicated he is.
She reels back her free arm, hand curled into a fist, but before she can deck the drunk someone else does.
She sees combat boots fly by and her eyes widen as she sees the guitarist drop kick the guy who’s grabbing her.
Her jaw falls open in shock as the man lands perfectly fine in front of her. His guitar strapped to his back is all she sees as he stands between her and the man he just sent to the floor. She for the first time in a while, is stunned speechless.
“Mate, I don’t know who raised ya, but we don’t touch people without consent at my shows.” The guitarist says, voice deep and his face hard as he glares at the man on the ground.
The man tries to crawl off the ground, the crowd around them parting to see what’s happening.
“She’s with me man! What’s your problem?” the man tries to defend pointing at her.
Her anger continues to boil and she opens her mouth to defend herself but the guitarist responds first.
He nudges his head back to her and gives a bitter laugh, “Ya need a better lie cause she’s with me.” He tells him.
She shuts her mouth, looking at him like he’s mad for only a second. She most certainly is not with him but she sure as hell will act like it. She doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night with some creep touching her.
Her eyes flash to the other guy who’s face pales, “Sorry, sorry!” He throws his hands up in defense laughing, “Didn’t know she was yours!”
The guitarist shakes his head and crosses his arms tsking at the man. “Wooooooooow,” he drags out exaggeratedly. “She doesn’t belong to anyone.” He says, and gives a small chuckle.
The other guy is looking at him, a little in fear, as he tries to laugh along with him. The guitarist quickly stops chuckling and throws a quick but hard punch to the creep’s face.
“Apologize to her.” The guitarist demands voice harsh and cold.
The man’s holding his bruising cheek, looking at her eyes filled with fear, “M’sorry alright! I won’t touch you again I swear!” he shouts rushing through his words.
The guitarists steps forward getting closer to the guy at eye level, “For the record, it shouldn’t take me lying about us being a couple for ya to respect her.”
The second he steps back MJ sees Lars come through and grabs the guy dragging him off. He tries to fight against Lars but that man is bigger than most and he works in security for a reason.
“You alright?” The guitarist asks his voice much softer, turning around to face her.
She’s stunned for a moment and just nods her head, “Uh yeah, yeah, thanks.” She says shocked.
“No problem.” He grins and jumps back on the stage.
She’s a little floored at what just happened but she looks around her and the crowd has closed in again, looking back up at the stage.
“Sorry for the delay there, but a not so friendly reminder, don’t act like a prick and touch people without consent ya? You will not be escorted out without a black eye.” One of the other band members says addressing the crowd.
The crowd roars with cheering as they start up another song, MJ really can only laugh and just rolls with it. The whole time making intensely too much eye contact with the tall guitarist whose wicks frame his face as he vibes with the music.
By the time the shows over, she’s able to wiggle herself out with the help of Lars. A lot of the crowd stays, still high off the show.
“Great save back there Lars, maybe we should hire that guy when people get handsy with the staff.” She jokes smacking his chest.
“Piss off MJ, I was gonna throw him out after you clocked him but, well, I didn’t have to.” He laughs holding the door to the back open.
“Night Lars, seriously though, thanks for taking the guy out.” She laughs going to grab her backpack and head back home.
He shakes his head at her and steps back helping to pack up the band’s equipment.
“Oi! Hey,” The guitarist from before comes up to Lars, “Is that girl here? The one who had that prick touch her? I wanted to talk to her.” He says.
Lars looks over him curiously raising a brow, “Oh, no she left. She works here if you wanted to try to find her.” He offers casually.
“No, no, just wanted to know she’s okay.” The guitarist replies shoving his hands in his vest pockets.
“Oh, I promise she’s fine, takes a lot more than that to shake her.” Lars chuckles. “She gave me a warning look and I was ready to grab him when he put his hands on her.”
“Good, good.” The guitarist nods in approval. He starts to walk back towards his band, who’s packing up the last of their stuff.
He keeps the name of the pub in the back of his head with the image of a pink girl with maroon colored hair.
Two weeks pass and MJ’s behind her bar working on a few drinks when she sees a seemingly familiar face plop a seat.
She gives the person their drink and turns to address the new face, when she’s met with a familiar voice. “Hey stranger.” The guitarist from before greets cheekily leaning into the bar top.
She beams at him, “Hey! Lars told me you were asking around for me after the show. Sorry I didn’t stay.”
He just shrugs nonchalantly, “No biggie, just wanted to know you were fine is all.”
She gives a soft laugh shaking her head, “Trust, I’m good. I was gonna clock him and let Lars handle him but…” She trails off giving him a pointed look, “You handled it just fine.” She teases.
“Oof, I woulda loved to see ya give him a mean right hook though.” He chuckles.
She shakes her head in disbelief, “Maybe next time.” She smiles softly.
“Oh? Already planning the next time we’ll hit someone who’s being a sexist prick?” he smirks leaning closer to her on the bar top.
She gives him a genuine laugh, loud and it shakes her body. “Absolutely.”
A beat of silence passes between them before she decides its time to do her job, “So, what can I get ya?”
“Your name preferably.” He replies easily flashing her a smile.
Genuine surprise flashes across her face and then a hot flush across her cheeks.
“Depends,” She fires back, teasingly. He raises a brow at her.
“I’m MJ to most people, especially the ones I’ve just met.” She says easily. Grabbing a clean glass.
Something lights up in his eyes for a split second, like he’s found something he’s been looking for.
“I like that, what’s it short for?” He presses.
“Mmmm, I don’t know, you are asking for my government name and I don’t even have your first name.” She says playfully tilting her head.
“Hobie, Hobie Brown.” He says without giving it a second thought.
She bites her lip, hesitating, but caves under his warm eyes. She feels a pull towards this man, and maybe she’s just projecting because he stuck his neck out for her, but she feels pulled to him none the less.
“Mariana Jimenez-Watson.” She gives him.
He grins so big it could almost split his face, “I like Mariana.” He tells her softly.
Her face warms up again and she turns to fill the glass with water. “Let’s settle for MJ alright?” she says.
“Alright.” He murmurs.
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Falling in Love One StoryTime at a Time. An MJF and OC Novella Epilogue
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Eighteen Months Later
Briella and MJF walked into the Cincinnati arena holding hands, ignoring the fans, and looking tense. It was the last time they would be walking in as a couple. For the last two months little seeds were being planted on Dynamite and Rampage that the power couple weren’t as powerful or as happy that they once were. On Sunday Pay Per View Double or Nothing a hidden camera shown MJF laughing at Briella with Shawn Spears saying that he couldn’t believe she had stuck with him this whole time and he was just using her to help get the world championship and now that he had it, she wasn’t needed anymore. Shawn, MJF, and the fans didn’t know that tonight during MJFS celebration, Briella was going to end their relationship with one last on screen kiss followed by her new finisher move: the we need to talk.
The wrestling world was crazy, intense, and was a ride that never stopped moving. Luckily Brie and Max had each other. Not only were they boyfriend and girlfriend, they were in love. Now that they couldn’t ride together anymore they had moved in together. Brie found a cute little place in Long Island to make their own. And Max found a stunning and little over top diamond ring. Now all that was next was their happily ever after.
Thank you so much for reading. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. 💚Especially @wheeler-omega-kingston and @richonne4life for all your beautiful comments.
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for @narcolini
Kitchen, dead. Should've been empty long ago, but you stopped by on your way home to pick up your only functioning phone charger, and you found him here. 
There’s a long island of countertop, the closest end perfectly clean and white under overhead light, the opposite end fading into the shadows. Standing in the middle is Luca, leaning on the counter, full weight on both forearms. Fingers interlaced. If you knew him a little less, you'd say he was just finishing prayer or just beginning. His eyes are open, focused on nothing. His phone is on the counter by his elbow, dark, asleep. The whole world asleep. His back one curve, contained and coiled.
You say his name, once, soft but a little louder than you meant to. Blame the booze for that. Another day you might not have said anything at all.
He remains still save for his mouth, which does something so subtle, prelude to twist, and then he turns his head away from you so that all you can see is his hair, gold and darker gold, one clean-shaven slice of neck, blue shirt.
There's no excusing this. You should go. You put down the phone charger at the end of the table, and he doesn't move at the sound. Sculpture, except sculpture can't radiate like this. 
You walk towards him, each quiet step too loud, and then you stop. He's on your right. You plant your left hand on the edge of the counter and your right hand on his lower back. It's not a question. The heat of him bleeds through the shirt right away, and his spine cuts through the center of your right palm just like the counter's cold edge does on your left.
Still turned away, he bows his head until you can see, though not hear, the exact moment when his temple hits the cool countertop. His back moves under your hand. One long rise, one long fall. Deep breaths. No shaking. Just deep breaths, one by one.
You listen to them. There is no sense of time, only waiting. He gets acclimated to you slowly, like water seeping through dense dry ground, and then, only then, do you move. It's no attack. You're not doing it to break him. That's somebody else's job.
You press your hand against him a little harder, his spine cuts your hand a little deeper, and your fingertips make individual dimples on his skin. Slow as an ache, you slide your hand up the curve of his back. He's taught you patience and care. That feeling when every part of your body is attuned to every tiny detail, every sense, smell taste hearing sight and touch. There's nothing that needs it more than this. There's a tiny bump on his left shoulder blade that the pad of your middle finger just skims. You keep going. He's shuddering a little on the inhale.
Finally, you reach the nape of his neck. You anchor on the right side, your hand gripping the muscle between neck and shoulder. After a second, he turns his head. It's dead on now, his forehead against the countertop. You don't have to see to know his eyes are closed.
You lean down too. You press your forehead just left of the nape of his neck. The neckline of his shirt nudges back against your nose, and it's warm skin above, a vague ghost of of balsamic reduction in the cotton below.
You say it in another language, and you say it into his shirt. Sure thing, safe. He doesn't understand it, but after a second, he lifts a hand and puts it over yours on the countertop. You thought that would be all, but then he interlaces your hands. You're all over him, but with his fingers sliding tight between yours, it feels like he's all over you.
It drains away on his exhale, until his back is no longer taut underneath you. His breathing begins to ease. You smooth your thumb once over the little knob of bone just behind his ear, and wait. And wait.
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