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michaelsfavgirl · 7 days

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crestfallen

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: After Michael cheats on you with Diana Ross you cross paths again at the Grammy's.

Tags: angst, infidelity, hurt no comfort.

Word Count: 2k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: this is my first time writing angst so be nice pls

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You step onto the Grammy's red carpet, and instantly, the paparazzi swarm like bees to honey. Their voices blend into a cacophony of shouts, yells, and screams, all clamoring for your attention. "Over here! Look this way! Smile for us!" they cry, their cameras flashing relentlessly, each burst of light illuminating the chaos around you. The flashes are blinding, but you've long grown accustomed to the relentless barrage of attention. You've been in this spotlight for years, and it's become a part of your reality.

Every step you take is deliberate, graceful, as if you're gliding across the red carpet with the effortless elegance of a swan. The eyes of the world are upon you, and you know they're scrutinizing your every move, every detail of your appearance. But you don't falter. You maintain your composure, your facade of perfection.

Yet beneath the surface, turmoil and heartbreak churns within you, a storm raging in the depths of your soul. It's a feeling you've grown all too familiar with, a constant companion in the midst of fame and adulation. The memory of betrayal lingers like a shadow.

The world sees only the polished exterior, the flawless face of success and glamour. But they don't know the pain that lies beneath, the wound that refuses to heal, the shattered love and broken promises.

The memory of him lingers like a bittersweet melody, haunting your thoughts even as you walk the red carpet. Michael was your everything, the center of your world, until he wasn't.

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You sit on the edge of the bed, the soft sheets beneath you offering little comfort as your heart aches with betrayal. Michael kneels before you, his grip on your knees tight, as if he fears you'll vanish into thin air if he lets go. His eyes, usually so warm and full of love, are now red and swollen with tears, mirroring the pain in your own.

Tears blur your vision, despite your best efforts to hold them back. You never thought you'd find yourself in this position, confronted with the harsh reality of infidelity in your own home, in your own bed. It's a betrayal that cuts to the core, leaving you feeling hollow and broken.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Michael whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I-I never meant to hurt you, I swear." Apologies fall from his lips in a desperate stream, each word laden with remorse and regret. But you can't bring yourself to listen, can't bear to hear his excuses and justifications. You thought he was better than this, thought he was a good man. But now, all you see is the shattered remains of the man you once loved.

Finally finding your voice, you cut him off with a quiet, trembling whisper. "How long?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. The silence that follows is deafening, heavy with shame and guilt. Michael hangs his head low, unable to meet your gaze, and your heart clenches with the realization that this betrayal has been going on for much longer than you anticipated.

"Speak up," you demand, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. Michael mutters something almost inaudible, and you lean in closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "Four months," he finally admits, and the weight of his words crushes you like a ton of bricks.

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you. You swallow hard, pushing back the tears threatening to spill over. And then, with a strength you didn't know you possessed, you meet his gaze, your eyes cold and distant.

"You don't love me," you say softly, the words heavy with resignation. It's not a question, but a statement of fact, a bitter truth that you can no longer deny.

You close your eyes, trying to steady yourself against the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. Four months. Four months of lies and deceit, all hidden behind a facade of love and devotion.

Michael shakes his head and reaches out to you, his hand trembling as he tries to wipe away your tears. "No, no, that's not true baby i-," he insists, but you pull away, unable to bear the touch of his hand against your skin.

You glare at him, anger burning hot in your chest as he tries to defend himself, but you cut him off with a sharp raise of your voice. "If you loved me, if you respected me, you would have never done such a thing," you say, your words laced with bitterness and hurt. He swallows hard, his eyes dropping to the floor as he takes in the full extent of the pain he's caused you.

A heavy silence hangs between you, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing. You watch as he struggles to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But you know there's nothing he can say to make this right, nothing he can do to erase the betrayal that now stains your relationship.

With a trembling voice, you speak again, your words barely above a whisper. "I always knew," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "I always knew that you loved her more than you could ever love me." His silence is deafening, confirming the painful truth that has been gnawing at your heart for far too long.

Tears blur your vision as you continue, your voice shaking with anger and sadness. "But I never expected you to be such a coward," you say, each word a dagger aimed straight at his heart. "To go behind my back and fuck her like some pathetic mutt." He stays silent, knowing better than to argue with you.

You roughly push his hands away from your knees, the contact suddenly feeling suffocating and unbearable. Without another word, you stand up, your legs shaking beneath you as you take a step back. "Don't ever contact me again," you say, your voice cold and final.

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“Hey, are you alright?.” You sit in the crowded room, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the ceremony. Your manager, seated beside you, leans in and asks.

“Yeah, yeah..I’m fine.” You nod, offering a small, strained smile as you try to push aside the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. The truth is, you're anything but alright. But you can't let anyone see that, not here, not now.

Your thoughts drift as the ceremony progresses, the familiar rhythm of the event lulling you into a state of detachment. But then, a name is announced, and your breath catches in your throat. Michael. He's won an award for "We Are the World" As you watch him take the stage, a pang of nostalgia washes over you, mingled with a hint of bitterness.

His smile, the same smile he used to give you, sends a shiver down your spine. You quickly avert your gaze, not wanting anyone to notice the flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you. Your eyes wander, landing on Diana. You can't help but feel a surge of resentment toward her.

But you push those thoughts aside, unwilling to let them sour your mood any further. Instead, you turn your attention back to Michael, just in time to catch his gaze. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock with his, his big, beautiful brown eyes, and for a moment, it's as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you.

He stumbles over his words, drawing a chuckle from the audience. They think it's nerves, but you know the truth. He's stumbled because he's seen you, because he's still affected by you after all this time. Shamelessly, he keeps his eyes locked on yours throughout his speech, and you can't help but feel a flutter of something deep within you. Though not enough to mirror his.

As he finishes his speech, his eyes still locked on yours, his words send a jolt of electricity through your veins. "And lastly I want to thank the one I love most," he says, his gaze unwavering as he looks directly at you. The audience assumes he's talking about Diana, but you know better. You scoff inwardly, knowing that his words are meant for you and you alone.

You make your way through the throngs of people. The ceremony is over, but the weight of what just transpired hangs heavy on your shoulders. As you approach your waiting limo, you can sense someone running after you. Your heartbeat quickens, but you refuse to slow down or halt your steps. Then, you hear his voice calling out to you.

“Wait! Please, slow down.”

Despite your best efforts to ignore him, he manages to catch up to you, gently grabbing your arm. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, his skin so soft and familiar. But you push aside those thoughts, refusing to let them overpower you.

With a quick motion, you take your arm out of his grasp, treating him as if he's a stranger to you. The hurt is evident in his eyes as he opens his mouth a few times, struggling to find the right words.

Finally, he sighs and simply says, "I'm sorry." His voice is soft, almost pleading, but you remain silent, blankly staring at him.

He continues after the awkward silence, admitting that you were right, that he was pathetic for what he did. "I wasn't in love with Diana," he confesses. "I was in love with the idea of her in my mind. But I've realized now that I've only ever loved one person so deeply, and that's you."

His words hang in the air, heavy with emotion. He pours out his heart, apologizing profusely, again and again, his breath picking up, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. His hands tremble, itching to touch you again, to hold you close. You can tell he's being genuine, but your face remains emotionless, betraying nothing.

After he's done with his monologue, you take a deep breath and nod, giving him a small glimmer of hope. But then, you shatter it with your next words. "okay…I don't forgive you," you state calmly, firmly.

He tries to argue, to plead his case, but you shut him down with a simple, "I hear you, but I still don't forgive you."

You look him up and down one last time, taking in every detail. "I wish you all the best," you say quietly, before turning and walking away, leaving him more broken than he was before.

There's a moment of silence as he processes your words, his expression crestfallen.

His chest heaves with each ragged breath, his heart pounding against his ribs as if it might stop any second. His hand trembles as he presses it against his chest, trying to calm the frantic beat. But the realization that you're driving away, that you're never coming back, settles in like a heavy weight on his chest.

He backs himself against a nearby wall, his knees unable to support him any longer. He slides down, his back hitting the cold surface, his legs sprawled out in front of him. The tears he's been holding back finally break free, tracing a salty path down his cheeks. It feels like his whole world is collapsing around him, the only person who's truly cared for him now gone because of his own stupidity.

His face feels hot with embarrassment and shame. His clothes suddenly feel too tight, constricting his every movement. The street lights overhead seem blindingly bright, casting harsh shadows on the pavement below. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensory input.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the suffocating feeling of loss that grips him. It's like a vice around his chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. He feels like he can't breathe, like the air around him is too thick to inhale. All he can do is sit there, consumed by his own despair, wishing he could turn back time and make things right. But he knows it's too late for that now. You're gone, and he's left alone to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.

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kexing · 2 years

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can we talk about how the last scene of old fashion cupcake episode 4 is entirely one shot?? it’s almost 4 minutes of one single take and done beautifully??? the shaky camera following the characters around the room and then to the ground, keeping us absolutely stuck on that moment with them. the desperation, the pain, the confession all displayed in one single and smooth motion

oh wow. 10/10

#i am a hoe for one shot scenes but this was still something else. with absolute Purpose #old fashion cupcake #mj talks

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sbd-laytall · 3 months

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I just think it's really special how Peter acknowledges that MJ is his best friend as well as his wife because it proves that there is friendship in romantic relationships.

Spider-Man and Batman (1995) #1

#something something that quote in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai where SRK's character is like 'I can't marry someone who's not my friend'#I'm paraphrasing but you get the point #it doesn't have to be all passion and heartbreaking love #sometimes love can be fun and comforting #mjpeter #petermj #mj watson #peter parker #spider man #spider man and batman #marvel #marvel comics #dc comics #one shot #my post

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blu-joons · 1 year

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When The Other Boys Find You Cuddled Up Together ~ Astro Reaction

MJ:

A soft smile formed on Dongmin’s face as he walked out of his room, quietening down straight away as he looked to the sofa in the middle of the dorm. It had been a while since he’d seen you, but at last you were back.

“They’ve not moved for ages,” Minhyuk remarked as he too walked out of his room and noticed Dongmin looking at you.

Dongmin’s smile turned up even more as he listened, “poor Y/N must be knackered from travelling.”

Minhyuk nodded in agreement with Dongmin as they both sat on the sofa opposite to the two of you. “Usually I want to do something to annoy them, but they look too settled for me to want to do that today.”

“You just feel sorry for Y/N’s jetlag, that’s all.”

“If it was just Myungjun asleep right now I’d have a cold glass of water over him in a flash,” Minhyuk proudly admitted, bringing another laugh out of Dongmin. “But, seeing as it’s Y/N the water can save for another day.”

“Shall we give the two of them some space?”

“They’ve got the space of a whole sofa,” Minhyuk scoffed, “as much as I love Y/N, she’s still a guest in our dorm Dongmin.”

“Don’t let Myungjun hear you say that.”

JinJin:

A groan came from Sanha as he walked off the set, greeted straight away by the sight of Jinwoo sat in one of the chairs, you positioned in his lap with your eyes tightly shut, Jinwoo snoring lightly just beside you.

“What’s that grumble for?” Moonbin quizzed as he caught up with Sanha to see what the problem was for him to sigh.

Sanha pointed to his left straight away, “these two…again…he only walked off set seconds ago.”

A sympathetic laugh came from Moonbin as he studied the tight hold that Jinwoo had around you. “You know what the two of them are like, once they start cuddling it’s inevitable that they’ll just fall asleep.”

“Can’t they just save it for the dorm?”

“It seems not,” Moonbin couldn’t help but laugh, throwing his hand against Sanha’s shoulder. “If it means that he performs better on set then that’s all that we’ve got to worry about, and it’s keeping him quiet.”

“But it’s making me want to be sick, Bin.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Moonbin jokingly scolded, “this could be you one day if you eventually get yourself a girlfriend.”

“I’d never be as bad as these two.”

Cha Eunwoo:

A loud laugh escaped from Minhyuk as he answered his phone, quickly calling the rest of the boys over. He zoomed in on the photo that he had been sent so that everyone could see what it was that he had found.

“Is that Dongmin? And Y/N?” Jinwoo laughed as he peered over Dongmin’s shoulder, “how did you get your hands on that?”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Dongmin, “I got sent it by a friend who’s working on his drama.”

The boys broke out into a fit of chuckles as they all made sure to get a good look at the photo. “Make sure that you keep a hold of that Min, you never quite know when we might be able to use that against him.”

“Are you blackmailing him with it?”

“Perhaps,” Moonbin proudly smiled in response to Jinwoo’s question, “just imagine his face when we ask him to do something and one day show him that photo of their cuddle when he tells us he’s not doing it.”

“That does sound like something fun for us.”

“See, it’s perfect,” Moonbin chuckled to himself. “Minhyuk, make sure you keep that photo, we’ll get some good use from that.”

“It’s already there in my camera roll.”

Moonbin:

An appreciative smile formed on Myungjun’s face as he was handed the keycard for your hotel room. He called out your names only to be met by silence, finally walking into the room to find you both on the bed.

“Did you find them? Are they alive?” Sanha joked as he caught up to Myungjun, only to find you both fast asleep too.

Myungjun nodded as he pointed in your direction, “I think jetlag caught up with some people.”

A roll of the eyes came from Sanha as Dongmin appeared just behind his shoulder. “They’ll kill us if we wake them up now, maybe we could save them something for dinner or bring some bits up to the room for them.”

“Moonbin does love his food.”

“He loves Y/N much more than food though,” Myungjun reminded Sanha as he spoke, “I think he’d be much angrier if we woke him up from a cuddle with Y/N, we all know just how much he loves one of those.”

“Do you think he’ll mind eating a cold dinner?”

“If he gets a cuddle from Y/N out of it, I think he’ll be alright,” Dongmin chuckled as once again Sanha asked the question.

“Let’s not let our dinner get cold too then.”

Rocky:

A snigger came from Jinwoo as he came back out from the dressing room, holding his hand up and stopping the rest of the boys from walking in. They were far from impressed as they searched for rest after their rehearsal.

“We’re not allowed in here,” Jinwoo tried his best to tell them all, “it looks like Y/N and Minhyuk are fast asleep.”

Moonbin stepped forwards, only to be pushed back again. “I said we can’t go in and disturb them.”

Sanha stepped forwards too just beside Moonbin, “where are we supposed to sit if we can’t even go in our own dressing room? We have to sit out in the corridor because those two might look slightly cute.

“Take a look for yourself.”

“I’ll do just that,” Moonbin retorted, nudging past Jinwoo to be able to look at the two of you, only to stop as he found you both. “Oh,” he stuttered as he looked at you both, “I guess they do look pretty cute after all.”

“See, let’s just give them a few minutes to rest.”

“A few minutes is all they’re getting,” Moonbin told the rest of the boys, “they might be cute but they’re not that cute just yet.”

“I knew we’d be able to convince you.”

Sanha:

The boys were quickly shushed by Dongmin as they made their way into the dorm, only to find you and Sanha laid out across the sofa with his arms holding onto you, making sure that you didn’t roll and fall.

“That’s our sofa,” Myungjun complained in a hushed whisper, “we go for ten minutes and they steal out spots.”

Several shakes of the head came from the boys, “we can’t move them, they look so comfortable.”

Moonbin was the first to step towards you both, leaning over the sofa as he spotted the faint smiles that were on both of your faces. “Look at how adorable they are, it’s like they purposely try to make us jealous.”

“They don’t do that.”

“I bet they planned this,” Myungjun agreed, trying his best to control the volume of his voice. “They probably wanted us to find them so that we’d all be reminded of how single we are compared to the two of them.”

“Or, they could just be really tired right now.”

“Don’t excuse this,” Myungjun warned Minhyuk as he offered a more reasonable possibility, “we can’t let them get away with this.”

“They’re not even doing anything wrong.”

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theshadowrealmitself · 11 months

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Sandman: It’s just so hard not getting to see my little girl

Otto, who stole some of Spidey’s DNA to combine with his to make a kid to use against him, lex luthor style, but Spidey just kidnapped the kid immediately when he found out and got Matt to cover him legally: I know exactly how you feel, Spiderman won’t even let me have visitations with my kid :(

Sandman:

Sandman: That is not the same thing, our situations are not comparable at all, it’s important to me that you know that

#I like thinking of Otto for situations like that for several reasons #cause I usually think of him with red hair so with him and spidey combining dna you could get a kid with red hair #making may-day even in universes where he doesn’t get with MJ #and it’s a funny situation for me to think of him telling other spideys #‘oh me and MJ? that didn’t end up happening’#‘why do I have this red haired daughter? well funny story actually-‘#also I like to think that as the kid gets older they have to deal with Otto trying to persuade them to become evil #gifting them mechanical spider legs #which is a cool look #also Otto is my favorite villain to imagine as being the only one who knows Peter’s identity #especially in universes where they used to work together #so rather than sounding like an evil villain like he’s trying to be #he’s trying so hard to sound and be Spidey’s worst nightmare #he just ends up sounding like a bitter ex who misses his lab partner and whenever he explains his ‘evil plan’#instead of sounding like an actual supervillain using the hero’s fears of forever being alone after their last relative dies #by dangling blood relative in front of them and threatening it #he just accidentally makes it sound like the kid’s his last shot at getting the ex back #kind of a ‘you can’t leave me for another villain I’m pregnant and it’s yours’ type of thing #idk I just prefer Otto for this #otto octavius #flint marko #doc ock #sandman #Spiderman #spider man #spider-man #peter parker #made up dialogue by yours truly

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moonbcrry · 2 years

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sun kissed cheeks!!! (have i told you how much i'm loving the concept of this event?? so nice and summer-y!!) how about steven with a touch starved reader? like steven notices how excited reader gets with a simple shoulder touch or something and asks about it, then things get *spicy*??

it was a real challenge for me cus i have a love hate relationship with physical affection lmao

tw: fem!reader, kinda somno(?), fingering, slight begging, steven being a huge tease, hints of dom!steven, accidentally carried away lmao

celebration is closed !!

NSFW under the cut, minors do not interact!!

it didn't slip pass the notice of steven's how you lean on to his touch every time his hands caresses your skin. the light hitch on your breath when his hands dances on your thigh, the growth of your pupils when he strokes your cheeks lovingly, the heat growing in your stomach and the clench of your thighs when you feel his hands placed on your shoulder blades, how giddily you get when he interlocks his fingers with yours - one has to be fool to miss them.

so he takes the advantage of it.

his calloused fingers trace the hem of your shirt, over your stomach, to cuddle you closer. you involuntarily snuggle to him, burying your nose to his neck. he places a kiss on your temple and you sigh with anticipation. the movie you put is long forgotten in the background, and your half asleep body is already grinding against steven's.

he hides a grin at the corners of his mouth, offering you soothing words as a hand pushes under your shirt, up to your chest.

your mouth hangs open as you flinch at the pinch on your nipple, clinging onto him, you suck lovebites on his neck. he moans when you find the sweet spot under his jaw even if you're in a half asleep condition. you grind your ass harder on his crotch and the whimpers you're making as you did so drives him crazy.

"sweetheart."

"steven, please," you whine, hips wiggling, hand clutching on his sleeves, feeling a burning sensation everywhere he's not touching you.

"please what, love?" he inhales the smell of your now sweat covered skin. "can't help you unless you tell me what ya want."

"touch me."

you feel the way the corners of his mouth turning upwards when he gives a not-so-gentle squeeze on your boob. "i am touching you."

"touch me more," you plea, bucking your hips to the air, maybe it's the sleepy head you're in that makes you so needy, you know you always sleep like a baby right after steven made you cry out his name orgasm after orgasm. "make me feel good, make me cum steven, please!"

steven chuckles, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck, "how could i say no to my pretty girl when she asked for it such nicely, huh?"

he flips you on your back, towering above your figure, one hand reaching down your sweatpants as the other cupped your cheek. your eyes flutter open, meeting his lust filled ones. he's got what he wanted you realise and you're not complaining either.

your pussy lips clench tightly as he runs a forefinger through your folds. "oi, someone's needy." hearing his chuckle above your head causes you to shut your eyes and buck your hips on his finger. he tuts. "patience, hove. eh?"

he grins at your whine as his fingers passes through your folds and finds the entrance of the velvety walls who eager to suck them in. he pushes it inside and muffles your moan with an adoring kiss. "gonna make you feel - oh, so good."

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Boyfriend

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

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

Word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But all that was minor compared to you.

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

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

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

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

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that… desire?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bugboysgf · 2 months

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Jealousy,Jealousy Pt.2

AN: Okay so like, i'm sorry for disappearing but i promised myself this year i would write more, so i swear i won't take another three months to write again. I saw someone ask for part two so enjoy :) ( I wrote this in like 40 mins so sorry for all the errors.)

summary: Peter likes Liz, but you can't shake this feeling that he might feel something for you. (repost)

Peter knew what he did was wrong and he wanted to fix it but he didnt know how. You were a stubborn person .He couldn't have gone to Ned for help because everytime Ned gave him advice. It always backfires so he was going to say the only girl that wasn’t mad at him for advice.

Peter walked into the living room feeling super tired, all night he was wondering how he could make it up to you.

“Hey peter, your up early.” May said as Peter sat down at the table. “You want some coffee?”

“Yes please,” Peter said in a tired voice. May smiled at him and grabbed a cup from out of the cabinet.

“You're never up this early, what's going on?” she said putting the mug down.

Peter takes a long sip and shakes his head “nothing”

She gave him a ‘Yea sure” look “Come on peter i know you..what's up.”

Peter didn't know how to explain what happened but he knew that may was the only girl that could help him. “ I messed up at the party.”

“Did you get into a fight?” May asked.

“No, like with a girl,” Peter explains.

“With Liz? Listen Peter i don't really like her she gives me bad v-”

“No not with Liz!” He cuts her off “with y/n.”

“Y/n? What did you do Peter” May says in a worried tone, she liked you so the idea of him messing up with you caused her to worry.

“I kissed Liz infront of her.” Peter grits his teeth out of a cringe . He hates thinking about how dirty he did you. He wishes he could go back and change everything.

“Why on earth did you do that? You told me you liked her.” “I do” peter defend himself “but it was a dare, i was asked to kiss the prettiest girl in the room and i choose liz because what if y/n didn't like me, then i would have lost a friend that night.” he explains

“Come on Peter, I told you she likes you it's so obvious , go to school and fix the mess you caused.”

“But how?”

“Figure it out!” May wanted to help him but he had to learn how to deal with this on his own.

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You knew that you had to face Peter but you didn't want to. The whole weekend ,every time you thought about Friday night, it brought you to tears. You didn't know why though, it could've been the fact that your crush kissed the girl that you despise in front of you or because you were so vulnerable with Peter, you cried to him and it was something that you've never done before. And for him to just sit there and look at you without saying a word made it worse.

“Hey” Mj said to you as you guys walked into school.

“Oh hi, what's up?” you said without a care in the world, you didn't want her to know that you were hurting from what happened but to her it was all written over your face.

“Oh well i don't know… you tell me” she said in a sarcastic tone “texted you all weekend with no response. You left the party without saying bye.” “It's not like you don't have my location, you knew where I was.” you rolled your eyes.

“Come on y/n i know what Peter did is bothering you.” she said, turning her unlock to her locker.

“Well of course it is like-” you opened your locker and a rose and card fell out. You look at Mj “what the hell?” you say confused you pick up the rose and card from off the floor. “Im sorry please forgive me- peter” you read the note out loud.

You look in the way that Peter's locker is in just to catch him staring at you with a smile on his face. You gave him a forced smile and started to walk up to him.

“Yes the plan worked.” he says to himself still smiling, his smile dropped when he watched you walk right past him and throw the rose and card in the trash. Maybe his plan didn't work after all

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You managed to make it to lunch and avoid talking to Peter, you had mostly every class with him so that was impressive on your part. Now it was time for lunch. Mj had electives so she couldn't join you so you sat alone, most of your friends had their own little group but now that you weren't talking to Peter the group was disconnected you knew Ned was going to take his best friend's side even if he was wrong.

Peter saw you sitting alone, he could tell something was bothering you and he knew it was his fault. Every second that he went without talking to you seemed like torture and he had to fix it. He didn't care if you shooed him away because he would just try again. He excused himself at the table he was sitting at and made his way over to your table.

You were so out of it that you didn't even see him approaching you. He sat down and you looked at him with a dull expression on your face. It made him question if he should be even doing this.

“Please forgive me” you looked at him and didn't say a word. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“You didn't” you say.

“I didn't?.” peter says relieved

“No, like I said before you just made everything clear. I was just blind i see.” you said. Peter didn't say a word. “See you didnt change! You're doing the same silent thing you did at the party.”

Every second Peter goes with saying a word, he can feel you slipping away but it couldn't form the words to even explain how sorry he felt.

“I'm going to go,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“I like you” he blurts out.

“What?” you said.

“I like you.” he says again without hesitation.

“No,” you shake your head. “You like Liz.”

“I- i don't…i like you.”

“You don't have to say that to make me feel better….What about the other girl?” it was hard for you to believe what peter was saying, yes you wanted him to like you but why couldn't he just have told you at the party.

“The other girl was you. I chose to like Liz because I thought there was no way you could have liked me, then at the party you confessed to liking me so ....”

“Oh” was all you could say, you smiled to yourself taking in the information that Peter just told you. “Are you sure?” you wanted to make sure you aren't dreaming.

“Yes, I'm sure,” he says, smiling. “Do you forgive me?”

“Only if you forgive me for acting weird.”

“Of course…do you think it's too soon to ask you on a date?”

“No, never too soon” you laughed

“Okay… so olive garden after school?” he asked.

“How could I say no to the olive garden?”

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#peter parker one shot #petermj #peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tom!peter #tom!spiderman #tom holland #marvel cinematic universe #peter x mj #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

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upindreamland · 1 year

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I'll forever love you... - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine

Summary: Loving someone comes with sacrifices. Who would have thought that sacrifice would be ending your relationship... (angst)

Warnings: Mention of cheating (but gets kind of better at the end). Let me know if I missed anything.

AN: Wow... well I wrote this when I was going through a similar situation so this hits close to home. I hope you enjoy!

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sunflower-butch · 1 year

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YALL

I have been sitting here asking myself why I, Lo, number one Paramore stan, would sell my soul for Paramore tickets, have not written a fic and used a Paramore song for the title

But then I realized the perfect one

FUCKING DUH

Nancy Wheeler who has never seen or experienced true love. Nancy Wheeler who has watched her parents’ loveless marriage crumble, taking Karen with it. Nancy Wheeler who tried to love Steve Harrington and only hurt them both in the process. Nancy Wheeler who tried again with Jonathan, only to find what they shared wasn’t true love and understanding, just a trauma bond. She loses her belief in romance after that. Decides it’s not worth the heartbreak.

Nancy Wheeler who meets Robin Buckley and falls slowly. Nancy Wheeler who has the realization months after the fact, having milkshakes with Robin after the defeat of Vecna, watching this girl through new eyes and realizing oh. Oh. THIS is what life feels like. The hours long phone calls. The nights spent tangled in each other’s beds. Robin doing something so simple, so small and yet so significant as to share her milkshake because they were out of Nancy’s favorite.

That’s love, she realizes. Robin is the exception. Just when Nancy accepts her loneliness, decides she’s content, Robin messes it all up—and Nancy decides it’s worth the risk.

#anyway #lo’s music thoughts #this will become a one shot probably #a short one but still #I need more paramore fics #I want to be MJ and the Wonder Years level bad with Paramore fics #ronance #Nancy wheeler

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askamnesiamoonjumper · 2 years

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Femmj girlbestie brainrot moment

Thinking about how transing your gender would work for the actual undead bc I don’t think hormones would even effect them so boom fantasy magic logic they get to use potions also kizunyan and the prince twins should be friends I think

you can smell the self indulgence in that second image lmao sorry I’m obsessed with drawing mj being flustered it’s always good lol

#a!au #amnesia!moonjumper au #amnesia!moonjumper #ahit a!au #moonjumper #ahit au #I want so bad to make that non canon femmj spin off one shot you have no clue #It would be so cute I swear #Also I love how mjs normal design is already really feminine so for femmj I literally don’t have to change anything lmao

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uncasualfangirl · 1 year

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HI TOM!!!! IVE MISSED YOU!!!!

#how can one man be so fine #tom holland x reader #tomdaya #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #peter 1 #peter x mj #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker #spiderman no way home #i have missed him #the brothers trust

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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The Newest Avenger

Tom!Peter Parker x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N Maximoff has officially moved into the Compound and joined the Avengers with her older sister, Wanda. After the loss of her brother and the Battle of Sokovia, the last thing Y/N wants to do is pretend to live a normal life and go to an American school. But with a little convincing from Wanda, she agrees to go anyway. Luckily for her, since it just might work out to be the best decision she could make.

Word Count: 3,254

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst (a few mentions of Pietro being dead)

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Wanda, do I really have to do this?" I whined to my big sister as we stood in the kitchen of the Avengers Compound together. After fighting for our country alongside the Avengers and losing our brother in the process, I'd spent the summer trying to recover and adjust to my new reality. Now, after the first few days of September, school was starting for me and everyone else my age.

Going to an American high school after joining the Avengers and losing my older brother was just about the last thing I wanted to do. But Wanda wasn't giving me a choice.

"Yes, you have to do this. It will be good for you," she said, zipping up my packed lunch and sliding it across the table to me. "Doing something a normal teenager would do will help you, Y/N."

I sighed. I disagreed, but we'd had this argument enough times in the past month that I knew it was pointless to argue. I hefted my backpack onto my shoulders and took a few backwards steps towards the door.

"This is your last chance to be a good sister and tell me you were kidding about this whole thing," I said as I went. Wanda just smiled and shook her head.

"Go, have fun. Make friends. Learn things. Have a normal, happy experience."

I paused, meeting Wanda's eyes. We'd both been going through hell for a long time, and especially over the last few months. She was the only thing I had left, and I was the only thing she had left. The tentative hope in her eyes made me swallow the retorts about how, from everything I'd heard, high school was anything but a normal, happy experience.

"I will, Wan," I said softly. "I will."

"Good."

I held her stare for a few moments, and although she tried to hide it, I could see her eyes glimmering with tears even from across the room. I gave her the most convincing smile I could muster, then turned and headed out the door.

Happy Hogan, the personal security for Tony Stark, had volunteered to drive me to school for at least my first week. Given that I didn't really have another option, I had agreed. The ride passed in silence, and with each mile we got closer to the city, I got more and more nervous.

My siblings and I had survived some of the most horrible things imaginable over the years together. But now, I was doing this alone. I'd never had to go through something alone before. I didn't like it.

We pulled up to the school, and Happy wished me a good first day as I got out of the car. I gave him a tight smile as I closed the door behind me, and I watched as he drove away, presumably back to the Avengers Compound, leaving me stranded at Midtown High.

The absolute last place I wanted to be.

I sighed as I turned to face the school. Crowds of students laughing, smiling, and chatting headed up the stairs to the building, but I couldn't muster even a hint of excitement. I dragged myself towards the doors, following clear signs for the office where I was supposed to check in.

The receptionist was very kind and helpful, giving me my class schedule, my locker number, and everything else she thought I might need. I appreciated it, especially since she didn't know who I was. Wanda and I had decided it was important to keep my identity a secret, at least until I finished school, so the receptionist's kindness was genuine, and not some superhero thing.

I stared down at my schedule and my locker number, trying to orient myself as I stepped into a hallway full of people. None of them paid me much attention, and I managed to navigate my way through them to my locker. I'd just opened it and thrown my lunch in when the bell rang, and everyone scattered off to different classrooms.

I looked at my schedule again, trying to figure out where in the hell I was meant to go. I started down one hallway, but the classroom numbers weren't anywhere near the one I was looking for, so I turned and tried to go back the way I came.

Slowly, the hallways emptied, leaving me alone and getting increasingly desperate to find my class. The last thing I needed was to get lost and be incredibly late on my first day, but it looked like I didn't really have a way around it.

"Hey!" I turned at the sound of a voice to find a boy about my age with curly brown hair waving and walking towards me. "Do you need some help?"

I hesitated, but the smile on his face seemed genuine enough. Besides, it's not like I was getting very far by trying to find my way on my own.

"Uh, yes..." I said, pulling out my class schedule and offering it to the boy. He seemed strangely familiar, but I knew I'd never seen him before. "I can't find the room for my first class."

"Here, let me see... Oh! You're in the same first period English as I am. Come on, I'll walk you there."

He gave me a friendly smile as he passed back my schedule, then started down the hallway. I couldn't help hesitating for just one more second, but then I followed after him as he headed for the stairs.

"Midtown can be a little bit of a maze," he said as we walked. "I remember on my first day last year, I couldn't find anything!"

I didn't say anything, mostly because I wasn't sure what to say. It seemed this boy didn't need my help to carry on the conversation, however.

"They really should get some tour guides or something to help new students," he mused, mostly to himself. He trailed off, then looked at me again, a massive smile on his face. "I'm Peter, by the way! Peter Parker."

He held out a hand for me to shake, and slowly, I took it.

"Y/N," I said, intentionally leaving out the Maximoff part. Wanda and I had agreed on a fake last name I could go by outside of the Compound, but it still felt strange to use it. "It's nice to meet you too."

Peter and I walked the rest of the way to our class while keeping up casual conversation, and despite my initial hesitation, I really couldn't help liking him. He was so kind, friendly, and genuine, and his smile was absolutely infectious.

We made it to our first class in the nick of time, and Peter made a point of sitting somewhere with an empty desk next to it for me. I gave him a small smile, which he returned, and I couldn't help the way my heart sped up a bit. This was one of the first times I'd felt like smiling at all since my brother had died.

The English class passed without any challenges, and to my delight, Peter and I had our next class together as well. We had to split up for third period, but he walked me to the door of my classroom anyway, and made a promise to meet me in the same spot for lunch.

"Hey! How was history?" he asked, smiling brightly as he approached me after class. I fell into step beside him as we headed for the cafeteria.

"It was good," I said, shrugging. "Nothing particularly interesting, but nothing terrible, either."

"Yeah, Mr. Jackson can really drone on, but at least he's not super strict."

I hummed my agreement, and we passed a few steps in silence as we reached my locker. I needed to grab my lunch before we went to the cafeteria, but Peter had already grabbed his.

"Peter..." I said, pausing after shutting my locker door and turning to look the boy in the eyes. "I have to ask you... why are you being so kind to me?"

"Oh!" he looked away and rubbed at the back of his neck, and I could see a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "Well, I just... I know what it's like to feel lost, and a little left out. I guess... I guess I just didn't want to see someone else having to go through that too, especially when I could do something about it."

I smiled at him, wider than I had this morning, as he met my eyes again. He smiled back, and I felt my heart melt just a little at the sight of him.

"Thank you, for that," I said, holding his stare so he'd know I meant it. "I truly appreciate it."

"Oh, well, it's... it's no problem," he said, clearly uncomfortable with the praise. "Here, let me show you the best lunch spot. It's outside, so we can't really use it when it gets cold, but it's nice in the fall."

Over the next few weeks, I fell into the routine of school and seeing Peter regularly. We only got closer as friends, and I had to admit, my heart often skipped a beat when I saw him, waving or smiling at me from halfway down the hall. I had a spring in my step that hadn't been there since my siblings and I were children in Sokovia, before the Stark weapons and everything else had destroyed our lives. Wanda clearly noticed, but she never said anything to me about it. She just smiled a little more often, like me.

One particularly nice fall day, Peter and I sat outside in our usual lunch spot, with Ned and MJ. They'd started as Peter's friends, but had quickly become my friends, too.

"Can you believe that history quiz?" asked Ned, frowning as he bit into his sandwich. "I just know I failed it."

"I can promise you that you did better than me," I sighed. "I know nothing about American history. I'd like to see how this teacher would do on a Sokovian history quiz before he starts trying to grade me on how well I know this country's history."

"Damn right," agreed MJ. We shared a smile, and the four of us continued chatting until I felt a frantic buzzing in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and glanced at it.

Emergency page, summons to the Compound. I was needed back ASAP for something of Avengers magnitude.

I shot up, surprised to find Peter standing too. We stared at each other for a moment, then I quickly shook the moment off.

"I have to go," I blurted out. Peter gave me a strange look, but I ignored it. "My, uh... my sister needs my help with something. Immediately. I... yeah, I have to go."

I didn't wait for my friends' reactions as I started packing up. After a second, Peter cleared his throat and spoke.

"I actually have to go too," he said. "Some family emergency with May."

Ned and MJ just watched us as we frantically threw our things into bags, then took off in completely different directions. I didn't look back. Whatever Peter had going on, or whether or not my new friends thought I was strange, didn't matter. I was needed elsewhere, and I wasn't going to let my sister deal with whatever it was without me.

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It took me longer than I would've liked to get back to the Compound. When I arrived, I quickly found my sister and donned a mask along with the rest of my superhero costume. I felt a little ridiculous, but we'd agreed that I would keep my identity secret for at least the rest of high school, which meant playing dress up in the middle of an emergency.

Thankfully, it wasn't actually anything terrible. Someone had tried to break into the Compound, and since we'd all been notified anyway, Tony had decided to just treat it as an emergency drill. As annoying as it was to be called out of school at the drop of a hat for a glorified drill, I'd take it any day over an actual emergency. Especially after everything we'd been through lately.

As we shuffled around and found sparring partners, I found myself next to Spider-Man. I didn't know much about the colorful American hero, but he seemed nice enough as we got to work together.

"Hey, you're Wanda's little sister, right?" asked Spider-Man as we traded a few low-energy punches. I was sparring without using my powers, since I still didn't have the best handle on them. I nodded in response to his question.

"That's right."

"Cool! How do you like being part of the Avengers so far? I'm pretty new to it, but it already seems so cool I can't really believe it!"

I shrugged, but a small smile grew on my face nonetheless. "I can't say I mind it. Everyone's certainly been friendly, which helps."

"That's great! You know, I actually just met another girl from Sokovia at my- uh, in my non-Spidey life. She's super nice, though! I think you'd like her."

"Too bad I can't meet her, since we have our super-secret identities and all that," I reminded him. He seemed to deflate a little.

"Yeah..."

"Hey, it's fine. I have plenty of people to meet here, after all." I gave him a smile, which he returned. "Besides, I've met a few nice people in my non-Avengers life too."

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I smiled at Peter a few weeks post-training, feeling my heart pick up a little bit as we shared a laugh at lunch in our usual spot. I couldn't explain exactly when it had happened, but now, when I looked at Peter for too long I felt butterflies in my stomach. I liked him.

I tried to ignore that feeling as I turned back to my lunch and ate some of the things Wanda had packed for me. Ned and MJ both had club-related things they had to do at lunch today, so it was just me and Peter this time.

I loved Ned and MJ, but I honestly couldn't say I minded.

"So..." started Peter, clearing his throat and shifting a little to face me better. "You know, I was thinking..."

He trailed off, clearly incredibly nervous, and I fixed him with a curious look. He stuttered for a few more moments, then took a deep breath.

"I was thinking maybe, if you wanted to, we-"

"Parker!"

The two of us turned quickly at the sound of the shout to see Flash Thompson, one of the biggest jerks in the school, walking towards us with a few of his friends trailing behind.

"Flash, what do you want?" asked Peter. "Can't you just give us a minute?"

"Why, so you can find a nerdy way to ask your nerd girlfriend on a date?" he demanded. My face warmed at his words, but I couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger. "You know, it really fits that the two biggest losers in the school are keeping each other company. At least you have each other to sit alone with at lunch."

"Flash, come on, just get outta here-"

Peter stopped short as I stood up, eyes fixed on Flash. He was being a dick to me and to Peter, even when Peter and I were just minding our own business, and I couldn't stand it. I could feel the deepest reservoirs of my power crackling just under the surface of my skin, itching to get out.

"Whoa, somebody's pissed. What's the matter, Parker, need your girlfriend to stand up for you now?" He turned back to me, and my magic flared in response. "What are you gonna do, sweetheart?"

And just like that, I completely lost control. My eyes darkened, and I stopped trying to hold back my powers. The chaos magic gathered at my fingertips, and I started to raise my hand to direct it at Flash, but then suddenly, strong arms were pushing me backwards into the school. I kept my gaze locked on Flash, but slowly, Peter's face in front of me, looking more than a little concerned, started to come into focus instead.

"Y/N, come on, walk away... focus on me, please, you have to calm down..."

Peter finally managed to get me back inside the building and around a corner so I couldn't see Flash anymore, and I managed to focus on him instead. The magic still curled around me, finally becoming undeniably visible as I raised off the floor a bit and my hair fanned out around me, and I saw Peter's eyes go wide.

Just like that, the anger and magic flaring up and threatening to spill over guttered out. Peter's face... he must've been terrified of me. I must've looked like a monster.

"Peter..." I breathed, fighting to hold back my tears as the last of my magic curled back up inside me, no longer threatening to explode out. "I am... so, so sorry. Please, please don't be scared, I promise-"

"Scared?" he broke in, taking a few steps towards me. "No, no, Y/N, I'm not scared. I..."

He trailed off and glanced around the hallway to make sure we were alone. Once he was satisfied, he quickly lifted up the front of his shirt.

Beneath was the familiar fabric of the Spider-Man costume.

"You... you're Spider-Man?" I demanded.

"And you're Wanda's little sister!"

"We trained together. Shit, we told each other about... about each other during training!"

Peter and I locked eyes and stared at each other for a few beats, then burst out laughing.

"We're idiots!" I wheezed, leaning against the wall as Peter did the same.

"I hate to say it, but we really are," he agreed. "We can never tell Harley about this."

I quickly nodded my agreement. I'd only met the honorary Stark kid once, but I knew if he found out about this, he'd never let it drop.

"So... were you really about to blow up Flash?" Peter finally asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. I just shrugged.

"He'd deserve it."

We shared another laugh at that, and as it gave way to comfortable silence, I couldn't keep my next question to myself.

"So what were you going to ask me before Flash showed up?"

Peter went bright red, from his neck to the tips of his ears, and I couldn't help smiling at how adorable it was.

"Uh... well, I was gonna see if maybe you wanted to go get coffee with me sometime, or something... but I totally get it if it would be weird, now that we know we're teammates-!"

"Peter, I'd love that. Seriously. And I think it's even better now that we know we're teammates."

"Really?" I nodded, and Peter absolutely beamed back at me. "Well, okay, great! How about... after school today?"

"Sounds perfect."

We shared a soft smile, and I reached out and took Peter's hand as the bell rang.

"Come on, Spider-Man. We should get to class."

He squeezed my hand softly as the hallway flooded with students, the two of us lost in our own little world. Ned and MJ gave us significant looks as we walked in together, and I got the impression they hadn't actually been doing club stuff at lunch today.

I'd have to remember to thank them later. Now that I was a few months into my new life here, I had to admit, there were a lot of things I really, really liked about it. And after today, Peter held the #1 spot on that list.

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sbd-laytall · 5 months

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Peter and Lois fanboying and fangirling over each other is now one of my favorite pieces of canon (technically non-canon, but you know what I mean).

Superman vs. The Amazing Spider-Man (1976) #1

#it truly is something I didn't think I needed #but I did #two baddies admiring each other #peter parker #spider man #spiderman #lois lane #mary jane watson #mj watson #marvel #marvel comics #dc comics #one shot #my post

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blu-joons · 1 year

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When He Lays Down On Your Butt ~ Astro Reaction

JinJin:

“I’ve found the perfect spot to sleep,” Jinwoo proudly announced, making sure he had your attention as he laid himself down.

“No way,” you tried to argue as you figured where he was about to lay, but Jinwoo was far too quick for you as he rested his head down against your butt before you could roll away.

A confident laugh came from him as he shuffled over your bump to get comfortable, “I was right, this is the perfect spot for me to sleep.”

“Stop sounding so smug,” you scolded, kicking your foot back so that it knocked into Jinwoo, “I’ll get you back for this too.”

A loud laugh came from Jinwoo, “you can never stay mad at me for too long.”

“If I was strong enough to move you off of my butt, I definitely would right now,” you sighed back across to Jinwoo, “you’re lucky to be strong.”

“You usually love how strong I am.”

“I know, don’t remind me.”

MJ:

“Don’t mind me,” a giggly Myungjun told you as he laid down on your butt from your invitation, feeling strange straight away.

“What’s so funny?” You cluelessly asked him, unsure as to what had tickled him so much. “Please tell me you’re not laughing at the fact that you’re laying on my butt right now, are you?”

The pause that came from him soon told you everything. “It just feels so funny, I never imagined that I would lay here, it’s kind of surreal.”

“I can’t with you sometimes,” you laughed, pressing your hand to the top of your head. “What am I going to do with you?”

Another shy chuckle came from Myungjun, “do I look cute down here Y/N?”

“Do you look cute laying on my butt?” You questioned Myungjun in disbelief, “what am I even supposed to say in reply to that, you’re an idiot.”

“I’ll take that as a yes from you then.”

“You always look cute to me.”

Cha Eunwoo:

“I’m so tired,” Dongmin remarked as he dropped down on the bed, glancing at your figure that was already stretched out.

“Lay down then,” you told him as you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, suddenly feeling a weight come down on your butt. “I meant lay down on your pillow, not lay down on me.”

A shrug followed from Dongmin as he struggled to hold back his laughter, “I just thought I’d lay down in the cosiest spot for me to rest in.”

“You can’t spend all night asleep on my butt,” you challenged, rolling your eyes at him. “You know you’ll have to move.”

Dongmin’s head shook back at you, “is that a challenge? I reckon that I can stay.”

“There’s no way,” you immediately predicted in reply to him. “I can make laying on my butt very uncomfortable for you if you want me to do so Min.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me though.”

“Do you want to find out and see?”

Moonbin:

“This is comfy,” Moonbin couldn’t help but tease as soon as he lowered his head down, planting it in the middle of your butt.

“I’m glad you’re comfy,” you joked, surprised by how heavy he was as he laid down on top of you. “I don’t remember saying that you could lay down on me, and especially on my butt too.”

A cheeky smile formed on Moonbin’s face as he met your eyes, “you can’t say no to me now that I’m here, and especially as I’m so comfortable.”

“I reckon I could get you off if I wanted to,” you smirked, jolting your butt up so that Moonbin’s head bounced in the air.

He shot a glare at you straight away, “that’s so mean, what did I do to deserve that?”

“Next time you decide you want to lay on my butt, it’s a reminder to ask first,” you teasingly scolded him, “I don’t just let anyone lay down on my butt you know.”

“But if they’re as handsome as me?”

“I guess they can get away with it.”

Rocky:

“Hi,” Minhyuk giggled as he noticed you glancing down to look at him, settled on your butt with a wide smile on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You challenged with a shake of your head, watching as Minhyuk didn’t move an inch. “That’s not a pillow you know, you can’t rest your head down there.”

A pout formed on Minhyuk’s face as he refused to budge. “Pillows are boring, it’s fun to try out new things to rest on instead sometimes Y/N.”

“That’s a ridiculous excuse,” you scoffed back down to him, “you’re just saying that to convince me to let you stay laying there.”

A slight nod came from Minhyuk, “is it working? Can I stay laying on your butt?”

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, but found yourself nodding your head anyway. “I don’t know how, or why, I let you get away with these things sometimes.”

“It’s because you love me so much.”

“Of course, that must be it Min.”

Sanha:

“Y/N, come on,” Sanha huffed as he dropped down on the bed beside where you laid, continuing to work on your laptop.

“I’ve nearly done,” you assured Sanha, watching as he shuffled towards you and laid his head against your butt in an attempt to finally get some attention from you. “Laying there won’t make me faster.”

An innocent smile formed on Sanha’s face as he looked up at you, “I reckon that there’s a few things that I could do that would make you work faster.”

“You’re making me take longer because now I’m focusing on you and not my work,” you told him, “the longer you distract me Sanha.”

His shoulders shrugged back at you, “it’s a sign that you should leave work for now.”

“I’ve got to get this done,” you frowned, finding yourself being pulled in two different directions. “You can’t do this to me, I don’t disturb you when you’re at work.”

“I guess I just want to be with you.”

“Fine, this can be saved for later.”

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