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yangrdn · 2 years

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

btw happy pride month loll

No way | mj

pairing mj x fem!reader

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

summary Confessing isn't this funny (usually).

w/c 2.7k

warnings none, not proof-read

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excuse me?

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

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

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

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

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

“What-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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