#mj jones x you

[lit-80soul]

I need to say that i love you

Michelle "MJ" Jones x fem!reader

*this one was heavily inspired by this perfect song:

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

word count: 1772

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just the opposite, thought the redhead.

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

— Oh, and you're not going?

— No, I never get sick.

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

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

— No need to, MJ, i'll be fine.

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

— Bossy.

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

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

— I didn't say anything! 

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

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

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

— Take it back right now, Jones.

— Uh, Y/L/N… I'm so scared... 

— Okay, you asked for it...

— Wait... n-no! No! I was kidding...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect Quote

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

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

Ned: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Peter, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

[fandomnerd9602]

Peter and Y/N arrive at school after early morning patrol…

Y/N: Peter I think you need coffee you’re sounding delirious

Peter: (sleepily) no you’re delicious, what?

MJ runs up…

MJ: Peter, you ready?

Peter: yeah. Bye Y/N, see you later.

Peter sleepily shakes MJ’s hand and kisses Y/N on the cheek…

Peter: I’ll see you after class babe.

Peter walks to his first class…

Y/N: (confused) love you too, Parker

MJ:

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Clone of mischief: spider trio x child reader part 7.

Loki turns Y/N into a baby after stripping her of her powers indefinitely.

Jolly, the spider trio and the avengers are all looking at you in awe as you’re being held by your clone/father while looking at them in curiosity "doesn't she remember us?" Peter asked as you sucked on your pacifier. "Could it be an effect when Loki took away her powers?" Wanda asked "This is her biological age." Bruce said reading your files but his eyes widened in agony as he read on "They made her grow up fast in hopes of starting her training shortly after she was made." Bruce said now in rage "They took two months of her childhood from her." Bucky said equally in rage. "HYDRA will pay for doing this to a sweet innocent child." Natasha said butting her gun "We should have swung those psychopaths to the government." Ned said "It's a good thing the Spiderlings got to that base before they did worse to Little trickster." Tony said in a matter of fact tone with a heavy sigh "I guess three months is harsh so let's shorten your grounding for the rest of the month." Tony said to the three young heroes who cheered "ahhh but next time you kids do something stupid like that again it's really gonna be three months. Do I make my self clear?" Tony asked sternly "Yes sir." The three teens said together.

The room was silent for a while until a small sneeze was heard causing everyone to look at you "Bless you darling." Loki said as Clint gave him a wipe to clean your nose while your cooing at your Clone/Father everyone else couldn't help but smile at the scene before them "She's so cute." Peitro fangirled at you as you’re looking at everyone in pure curiosity until the sound of your stomach growling was heard making you start to whimper "I'll get her a bottle." Clint said walking out of the room "Shhhhh it's ok darling." Loki said bouncing you up and down as Clint came back with a bottle of formula in hand.

Loki takes it to feed you and you happily drank it "Slow down princess." Loki chuckled while you drank your formula happily.

With your tummy full you yawned with a squeak and feel asleep on your clone/father.

Looking at the clock the adults saw that it was 9:00 "Ohh it's your bedtime little one." Loki gets up from the couch to take you to your new nursery.

In your nursery Loki change's your diaper, swaddles you in your blanket, puts your bunny next to you and gives you a kiss on the forehead "Good night darling." He said turning off the light but turns on the nightlight.

After he puts you to bed he walks back to the living room with the avengers to watch something unaware that Friday got the whole thing on camera and is sending it to the avengers.

[veggiewrapwithhummus]

peter and mj dancing as romeo and juliet

because i read @premiere-pro 's fic adagio in double time a second time and now i’m stuck on them as ballet dancers

[katebisxop]

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

[slut-for-zendaya]

intimate awkward

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noooo," Peter said. "No."

"I'm being weird," MJ said.

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

"You, too," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do I use this to touch you?"

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

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

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

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

"Can't be more," he said.

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

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

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

She said, "Is May coming back soon?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Firefight Peter Parker, Spideychelle AU 🥰 🚒

This image just popped into my head one day and I had to draw it. Then I started really thinking about it and I just have so many thoughts and feelings about this AU. I know I'll never write it. But I did jot down some headcanon points to add to this post.

Peter practically grew up in the firehouse where his Uncle Ben worked. He visited the station with his Aunt May all the time. Sometimes, when his uncle had a shift during the holidays, they would spend part of it there with him and the rest of his company. It made it feel like they were all one big family. It didn’t take long for Peter to decide he wanted to grow up to be a firefighter too. As he grew older, that desire never changed. Even after his uncle died amidst the flames of a particularly destructive fire.

As soon as Peter graduated high school, he entered the Fire Academy and graduated top of his class. He was put right to work as a probationary firefighter at a station right in the middle of Queens.

Peter is the youngest firefighter on staff. The crew gives him a hard time about it. They call him the rookie and the baby of the group while trying to pinch his cheeks. He accepts their teasing because he knows they mean well. It helps that they also know how serious he is about the job. He’s always the first one there for training and practice. He’s never late for his shifts, and he stays on top of his necessary certifications. Every so often, the crew ribs him about that too.

Ideally, this AU would also have Steve Rogers as the captain and Bruce as a firefighter/paramedic. 

When Peter’s not at the station, he lives with his girlfriend, MJ. They are very much in love, and It’s not unusual for her to come to visit during his two-day shifts. For no other reason than she misses him.

Peter lights up the moment she arrives. His serious exterior drops to something much softer as he pulls her into a tight embrace. Even after they separate, their hands continue to touch. Sometimes they sit outside and chat while she’s there. Other times, they playfully bicker until Peter scoops her up and hurls her over his shoulder. He’ll hold her there in a standard fireman’s carry, telling her he won’t set her down until she agrees with him. They both laugh and laugh until MJ falls limp and admits defeat. Once she’s back on the ground, they go back to holding hands.

There are comments in the background, the crew shouting at them to ‘get a room.’ Tony, the well-practiced driver, and engineer, that Peter's come to see as something of a mentor, is generally the one who initiates it. Peter will send him a menacing look in retaliation. But it never puts a stop to the gleeful teasing. He’s okay with it, though. Tony reminds him a lot of his Uncle Ben.

If the alarm goes off while MJ's there, Peter will reluctantly let go of her. He’ll rush to join his department brothers and sisters as they collectively prepared to perform their jobs. Often, MJ will call after him saying, ‘stay safe’ and ‘be careful’ as he goes. He’ll pause momentarily to look over his shoulder and tell her he’s always careful and will always do his best to come home to her. She nods her head and steps back to watch the hustling. Peter knows she understands how important his job is, and he’s thankful she’s so supportive. He loves and respects her but he really couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else with his life.

Because in every reality, Peter Parker just wants to help people.

For some extra spice, Peter could respond to a fire at Oscorp, where he gets bitten by a radioactive spider. 

If you read this, enjoyed it, and are so inclined, please write it! Just be sure to tag me so I can enjoy it too!!

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

📌 jen's favs 📎 drabbles 🔒angst 🌷fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

opposites attract @waitimcomingtoo

mj is skeptical when the cheer captain shows an interest in her 🌷📌

rock candy @waitimcomingtoo

things get out of hand when you lie and say you have a crush on peter to cover up for your crush on mj 🌷📌

homecoming @redfolklore

(1.1k) mj thinks stark!reader is dating peter and ned thinks mj is stupid 🌷📌

mj gets jealous of brad (for no reason) @xoluvx 🌷📎📌

mj encourages you to make a move @ptergwen 🌷📎📌

accident prone @softwebss

mj fixes you up after a mishap in gym class and accidentally confesses 🌷📎

wait for you @ptergwen

popular!reader tries to get mj's attention outside of school 🌷

girl in red @selfcarecap

(2k) you and mj play spin the bottle at flash's halloween party. 🌷

new girl @selfcarecap

(1.3k) there’s a new girl in school, you like her. you really like her. 🌷📎

you call peter "cute" and mj gets jealous @ptergwen 🌷📎

mj falls in love with peter's sister @nebulablakemurphy 🌷📎

new year's day @spring-picnics 🌷📎

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: *heading out to see Mj*

Peter: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!

Y/n: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

[fandomnerd9602]

Yandere MJ with spiderpowers please

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

Y/N: but i have work today

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

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

MJ: thank you baby!

Y/N: whatever my spider queen demands

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

[gayerthanevertbh]

competitor - training season pt. 1

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summary: you were a fierce competitor who aspired to be the top female tennis player in the world, and there is no way you can compete with the famous natasha romanoff on the tennis court. every time she volunteered to coach you, there was a condition: to sleep with her. with this routine, both of you grew closer than ever. however, another woman had already taken her place in court before you could even see her. game, set, match. who will you choose? natasha weakens you, but louise jones revives you.

warnings: natasha being extremely seductive, mentions of sex, and manipulative natasha - minors dni

notes: this story is probably my favorite since i could say it's very well written but enjoy x

Whoosh!

That was the initial sound that sparked my passion for tennis. It is all about the way players approach the game and their level of enthusiasm when hitting the ball. It captivates me to the point where I could sit and watch tennis matches all day if I had to. I lean back with a Coke in one hand and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of the outdoors. Then, following a brief interval, an additional whoosh! was produced. With every missed shot, MJ's grip on the racket tightened as she stood on the tennis court. She stared at the net, frustration written all over her face as sweat glistened on her forehead. Usually she was so calm, but tonight she felt like she was being betrayed with every serve and return. I sympathized with the other players as I watched from the sidelines. Something was obviously wrong since her movements had become stiff and jerky, replacing her customary grace. Today, the game served as more than simply a pastime; it served as a battlefield for whatever was bothering her.

“Thirty, love.”

“Fuck!” I felt a chill run down my spine as I overheard MJ furiously hurling her racket across the court. When I think of MJ, I picture an optimistic, self-assured, and cheerful person who uses very few profanity words. I suppose she did not hit the ball properly because this is the first time I have heard it. 

MJ was defeated when her last serve went slightly outside the line. As the umpire's call resounded throughout the quiet court, Michael Jackson's shoulders lowered in surrender. With a fake smile, she approached the net and held out her hand to her opponent. Her expression of sportsmanship was masking the annoyance and despair I could see in her eyes from where I was standing on the sidelines. It was hard to see as her once-bubbly confidence crumbled and was replaced with a worn-out acceptance of her loss. I wanted to soothe her as she turned away from the net, but I didn't know how to say it. 

MJ didn’t win.

“30, 40.”

I got up and went over to MJ, who was slumped over on the bench after the game, because he looked beat. As she chugging away with all her might, she grabbed the water bottle from my hand and gave it to her. "Something is not right," I said.

“Damn right,” she said as she threw the bottle out of the way. “Fuckin’ Garcia did it all. I was close, so close!”

“I think there’s something wrong with your leg.”

She slowly shifted her gaze to me and emitted a fake laugh. “If there was something wrong with my leg, then I wouldn’t play in the first place.”

As we sat down next to her on the bench, I let out a sigh and watched as the court became increasingly silent as everyone left. After that, I told her the truth while turning to look her in the eyes. Denying it while continuing to wipe off her perspiration, she shakes her head. One thing that should be known about MJ is that she possesses an unwavering sense of pride, particularly when it comes to tennis. So it was; she was supposedly one of New York's top young female players. Perhaps she was feeling overwhelmed by her family's expectations that she excel as a player or that her argument with Jason had a negative impact on her mood today. She refuses to acknowledge that there is a problem with her. Like her, I aspired to be the best at what I do; she is confident in her abilities. 

“Are you coming later at my place?” I asked. 

“I don’t know; Jason wants to have dinner with me. He said that he got me a new coach.”

“Oh?” As I observed her rise to her feet, an arch formed in my eyebrow. “It must be nice to finally get a new one. Clint wasn’t so great, I assume?”

MJ shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know; yeah, maybe.”

“Is there something wrong? I hate to push your buttons—”

“It’s just embarrassing, Y/N,” she says with a loud groan. “My parents were watching me! Now they’re going to tell me that I need to do better, I have to be better.”

After a brief moment of silence, MJ spun around to give me a mischievous smile. “What about you, Ms. Rogers? Aren’t you going to train for today?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t have a coach. Besides, I’m too tired for today. I’ll probably do some drills tomorrow morning.”

"Well, if you need anything, just send me a message. You know I’m just one call away, Y/N. I can hire you a coach if that’s what you want.”

"You have been there for me through thick and thin; I am doing fine," I told her, burying my nose in her neck and embracing her tightly. “Let me know what happens with Jason.”

I parked the car by the curb and silenced the radio, squinting as I thought about the game from earlier in the day. If I have to be the best, I have to do more training, I thought to myself with a loud sigh coming out of my mouth. I was a huge tennis fanatic as a kid and used to binge-watch matches on TV. In particular, the tennis legend Natasha Romanoff, who was a friend of my father's. I climbed out of the vehicle, secured the door, and made my way inside my home. Just as I was about to make my way to the kitchen, I heard the patio door open. I peeked out of the picture and saw my dad and his friend Natasha enjoying some orange juice and sandwiches. Seeing her makes my heart race; it is almost a wake-up call. 

Whenever I saw her on TV, I felt an instant crush on her. I mean, who could resist Natasha Romanoff's allure?

Just as I was ready to leave, my father's voice reached my ears. “Y/N, you’re home! Why don’t you join me and Natasha for some snacks?”

I walked out of the house and waved to Natasha, who looked even more menacing despite her calm demeanor. I can feel her stare crawl against my skin, tightening my throat. “Hi, Nat.”

With a deep, rough voice, she says, "Hello, darling," and removes the cigarette from her full lips. “Did you train today?”

“No, I just watched MJ’s game today.”

"MJ, Mj," she muttered to herself, possibly trying to recall who MJ actually is. Her words trailed off after that. She grinned and turned her head back to face me. “Carter Jones’ daughter? I’m surprised that she plays.”

“She’s a huge fan of you,” I said with a giddy voice. And so am I. “Have you been visiting Carter?” She took a drag from her cigarette as I poured myself a glass of orange juice and took a seat next to my father. 

“No, I haven’t. We’re sort of in a thin line right now.”

“Is that so?” my father asked. 

She comments, "Susan and I were not going to work in the first place," bringing up Carter's spouse. She and Susan were a couple in the past, as my father told me. I must have been so young to have forgotten that she was with Susan. “How’s MJ? Still hotheaded?”

I nodded with a small smile on my face. “Still very hotheaded.”

She blew the smoke from her mouth and looked at me silently. The atmosphere grew more intense the longer she stared at me. “I see. How old are you now, hon?”

“I just turned 22.”

“In college, I assume?”

“Yes, I study at Standford.”

With a devilish smile, Natasha gives my father a wink. “She’s following your footsteps.”

He pats on my shoulder as he lets out a squeezed laugh. “I didn’t force her to go there, for your information. She even begged me to let her in!”

“Dad, stop—”

“Have you gotten yourself a coach, Y/N?” My throat was getting even drier, and Natasha asked, licking her teeth and pushing her used cigarette into the ashtray. Given that I have not been able to locate a suitable coach in London, this was one of the more difficult questions. In addition, I am not even sure if tennis is the sport I want to play. To be honest, I was only intelligent in terms of academics. Apart from that, though, who am I really meant to be? I was obsessed with tennis; it was my life. But if I am not good enough, how can I love tennis?

“Uh, no. I haven’t.”

Leaning back against the chair, she smacked her lips after finishing her glass of orange juice. “I would want to coach you, but I’ve been very busy these days.”

As she extended her hand to hold my hand, I felt my cheeks flushed—not literally. I laughed nervously and scratched my arm. 

“T-that’s fine, Natasha. I know how busy you are.”

“I’m only here for a couple of weeks. I’d stay here even more if I’m not being called back to New York.”

I got up, kissed my father's cheek, and said in a hushed voice that I was going to bed early. I smiled courteously at Natasha as I turned to face her again, and he nodded and squeezed my arm. “I’ll take a nap, see you guys later.”

Before I left the garden, she gave me one last smile. The more I hear my footsteps, the more my heart races, and I return to my room as if nothing had happened. Is she aware that she is forcing me? She has always drew me in, even as a young girl. She seemed like a sister to me at first, but as I kept seeing her on magazine covers, my admiration for her beauty grew. As the coach I used to have before said, love means zero. 

Love means nothing. 

When I woke up, it was already late at night. At the moment, I sighed and headed for the kitchen, grabbing my bottle of water. As I poured myself a cold glass of water, I opened the refrigerator and discovered a container of food that they had most likely eaten at dinner. I put it on the counter. I started to consider asking MJ to find me a coach before the next week began while I was eating there by myself. However, I was astounded to see Natasha emerge from her room and make her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were up.” After Natasha brought it up, she grabbed my glass and drank nearly half of it. 

“I must’ve been so tired that I forgot dinner,” I chuckled to myself. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“You didn’t.”

She took a big breath and peered at me with her dark green eyes, observing that my red polka-dot shorts were paired with simply a tank top. Grinning, she moved on, opening the refrigerator and filling my glass with water. “Sorry, I was thirsty.”

“It’s okay.”

I caught her wearing a tight black shirt and gray leg-hugging jogging pants as we stood there silently. Even at night, her appearance was ethereal. For fifteen years, I was younger than her; in fact, I was practically two decades younger. Maybe she would give me a chance if I were older or if she were younger. 

But I can’t look at her that way; I just can’t.

"It is cold," she remarks once more in that deep voice, glancing out the large window in front of us. “Why are you wearing that?”

“I prefer the cold,” I replied. 

“Well, I think you should wear something more... Less revealing.”

Was she critiquing my choice of dress? Though I was confused, I refrained from showing her my feelings for fear that she would take offense. I definitely did not want to witness Natasha becoming enraged. When I was younger, I recall witnessing an argument between my father and her regarding tennis. She threatened him by stomping her foot on the ground and hurling her glass, causing her to grab his neck. They never talked about what had happened that day, so I have no idea.

“Do you not like the way I dress?”

She took a breath and shook her head. “I think if you wore something like that in public, I’d be angry.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, if you haven’t been aware, I’ve been protective when it comes to you. You are Steve’s daughter, after all. Of course, I have the right,” She leaned in closer to me, shrugging her shoulders. I could feel my head being tickled by her breath. “Have you gotten yourself a coach?”

“I-I was supposed to call MJ, but you distracted me.”

“Is that so, darling?”

I took another swallow and found myself drawn to her once more. This was wrong, I thought to myself. This is just so wrong.

“I actually have a proposal for you, Y/N. But you can turn it down if you’d like.”

My heart skipped a beat as I felt her hand slide the strand of hair behind my ear and smile. I tried to look away as quickly as possible, but I was unable to. I simply could not stop staring at her, absorbing every second of it into my being. 

Was she attracted to me too?

“I would coach you to be one of the best players out there if you return something.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying not to smile from the excitement. “W-what is it?”

Natasha licked her bottom lip and cocked her head slightly to the side, as though she was tempted to kiss me. But she leaned closer until I could feel her breath on my ear. 

“I will coach you if you agree to sleep with me.”

What?

“Huh—”

“That’s right,” she says again, but this time it becomes more devious. “You heard me.”

My whole body tensed up, and my cheeks flushed. It is unbelievable that someone of her caliber, Natasha Romanoff, would ask me to have a sexual relationship if I would just allow her to mentor me. Though I was aware of my desperation, was this really what I wanted? I stepped back, trying to get my bearings. If I were to sleep with her, on the off-hand basis, I would also get to train under one of the greatest female tennis players of all time. She was aware of the way in which she was treating me; she could discern that I harbored feelings for her.

“But my dad would know—”

“He will never know, sweetheart.” With a cooing voice, she interrupts me and puts both her hands on my waist. “We only get to know this. No one will know that you’re whoring yourself out for me, baby girl—I mean, no one will know that we’re sleeping together if ever.”

“Whoring? Myself?” I let out a tiny laugh as I shook my head in response, as if this were all a joke to me. “You’re kidding, Nat. Right?”

“Do you want to be the best?” Natasha asked in a demeaning way, and I quickly felt the need to stop talking. It was best if I had said nothing at all first. “Then if I were you, you should take this as an opportunity.”

“How is this an opportunity if I’m going to let you use me?”

“My, my, raising your voice at me, are you now?” With a quiet giggle, she made a threat, her gaze fixed on mine. She put her hand on my forearm and brought it up to her navel. “I’d shut that mouth if I was going to sleep with you tonight. But you know what, I’ll let you have time to think about it.”

Natasha took my arm and walked away, whispering, “Goodnight, darling. I need an immediate answer starting tomorrow.”

Something was leaking out of my core as soon as she left me in the kitchen by myself. I was so mad at myself and that she would turned me on that I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe I would be a normal girl if she were not enticing me with her tonight. However, the truth is that I would like to open up to her. I’d do anything for her. 

It was Natasha Romanoff; who could compete?

[miela]

Shattered Memories

Prologue

Pairing: Peter Parker x Silk!Avenger!Stark!Reader Length: Series (Longish, maybe a little over 10 chapters) Series Genre(s): Romance with Dramatic and Comedic undertones (if you squint) Series Theme(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut Series Summary: After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again. Series Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse, alcoholism, s*icidal thoughts, and possible abusive relationship (not Peter x Y/N) in later chapters. warnings subject to change. Please proceed with caution. Extra Content: One of my OCs are in here! Let me know if you want me to make a character list to reference.

Masterlist

➼ divider by cafekitsune

In the sky there is a crackling sound as a jagged purple band of fluorescent and electric strips open in the air like someone took a knife and cut open the blue of the sky. Peter swung over by your friends, while you swung around the premise of the Statue of Liberty to make sure that no one was left behind from needing to go back to their proper universe. It was a crazy few days. It was a crazy week really. First, going to Italy on the school trip just for it to be interrupted demands from Fury to Mysterio making out Peter to be public enemy number one to this, fighting people from different dimensions just to fix everything.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get any worse, you weren’t prepared for what was next.

“You’re okay!” Michelle Jones-Watson, aka MJ, exclaimed once Peter swung by them. 

They all joined in on a group hug before Peter pulled back from them and studied them worriedly. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” MJ said with a sigh of relief. 

At that moment you swung down as well as you took off your spider mask while catching your breath. “Well, that was another successful adventure for the Iron Spider Gang!” 

MJ and Ned let out exhausted chuckles with you as Celina smiles big. Everyone looked exhausted and honestly you were exhausted. Your shoulders dropped in relief before Peter grabbed your face gently with his gloved hands, noticing the gash on the temple of your forehead above you eye. His touch took you by surprise as you looked up at him wondrously.

“Oh my god,” He exclaimed as he scanned your face for other injuries. “You’re bleeding…!” 

You had gotten the cut during the battle and you had gotten worse injuries before, and each and every time, Peter got so concerned…even if he was in worse condition.

“Oh this? ‘Tis nothing but a scratch, Parker.” You smiled softly. “I’m sure it’s already halfway healed.”

He looked into your eyes filled with worry and a hint of skepticism. “Are you sure?” He rubs his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks gently and lovingly.

“I’m fine,” You smile reassuringly. “I’m okay, I promise.”

His shoulders dropped in relief. “Okay….okay….good.” He then turned to look at yours and his friends, Ned, MJ and Celina, to make sure they were okay. They all gave him tight and thin lipped reassuring smiles and nods in response.

“Um…We should go then, right?” MJ asked after a moment. 

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I can summon the Quinjet and we can be home in no time.”

For a moment, Peter struggles to find the words to tell you guys the truth of how this mission will end. Thunder echoed in the sky as you all looked up to see the purple rips that dance across the sky. Doctor Stephen Strange, a sorcerer, was levitating in the sky casting a spell that is meant to solve the merging of the multiverse issue. 

Peter let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes and pursed his lips together for a moment before speaking those dreaded words that you never thought you would ever hear in your life. 

 “You’re gonna forget who I am.”

All four of you look at him confused. 

“What?” Ned asked, voicing what all of you were thinking. 

“Forget who you are…? What are you talking about?” MJ added.

Celina cocked her head to the side in confusion.

You, who has been through the craziest of situations and knew that anything and everything was possible due to your thankless job as an avenger, caught on to what he was meaning very quickly. You looked up at the purple rips, to Strange and then to the spell before looking at Peter horrified for an elaboration in hopes that he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. 

Peter noticed your expression and continued. “It’s okay. I’m gonna come and find you, and I’ll explain everything.” 

All your faces fall as you realize that he definitely meant what you were afraid of him meaning. 

“No…”  was all that you could manage coming out of your mouth. It sounded almost pleading. 

Peter cradled your face again and looked into your eyes with determination. “I’ll make you remember me, and it will be like none of this ever happened. Okay?”

MJ, in a slightly panicked state, replied. “Okay, but what if that doesn’t work?”

“Yeah!” you agreed, tearing up. “What if…What if that doesn’t work? What if we can’t remember you? I don’t want to do that. I don’t…I don’t wanna do that, Peter. I don’t want to do that…” You shook your head rapidly.

 “I know, (Y/N),” He cradled your face again and looked into your eyes sadly. “I know.”

“But…Is there not something we can do? We can come up with a plan or something! There’s always something we can do…We always find a way. Always. It's literally our job…!” You began thinking of other ways immediately. “What about…what about…” You were at a loss for words as you tried to scramble up an idea from your scattered brain.

Peter shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do.” He brushed his thumbs over your cheek and wiped away your tears before adding reassuringly. “But it’ll be okay.”

“No,” you say again, shaking your head rapidly again as your vision becomes blurred because of your tears. “No, no, no, no….no, Peter, please there must be another way.” you hold on to his arms with an iron grip as you start shaking in fear. “There’s always another way…!”

How could anyone think that you could accept this? You and Peter always had each other’s backs, especially in battle and on missions. You two were a perfect pair, a match made in heaven. How could you let yourself forget him? 

You wouldn’t let yourself forget him. 

You wanted to graduate with him. You wanted to enjoy the summer before college with him. You wanted to go school supply shopping with him and help him pick out stuff for his dorm room. You wanted to help him move in and set up his room and then spend the rest of the night watching your favorite movies together. You wanted to go to a halloween party with him as you wear matching costumes and be cute together as he introduces you to all of his new friends. You had a plan to make a friendsgiving and you wanted him to be there. You wanted to spend Christmas together and go ice skating and snowboarding. You wanted to move in together and spend the rest of your lives together.

But you couldn’t do all of that if you couldn’t remember who he was now could you? 

“We will find another way.” 

“(Y/N)...” 

“No! Peter, I-I can’t accept this. What if it doesn't work?” You sniffled out as you let your mind race with the possibilities of what could go wrong with this horrendous plan. “You’ll be all alone…”

MJ tried to catch her breath, as Ned’s eyes brimmed with tears. Celina was silently crying. The air was thick but at the same time, it was way, way, way too thin. You felt both hot and cold at the same time and you could’ve sworn your body was going into shock over this.

“Hey, hey…” Peter cradled your face again. “Look at me.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes and a quivering lip. 

 “What’s your name?” He asked.

“(Y/N) S-stark.” You sniffled out.

“That’s right,” He smiled softly. “And what are you?”

“An Avenger.” 

“And what do Avengers do?”

“Save the world,” You replied again, you swallowed hard as you tried to not to scream and sob. “W-we save the world.”

“And how do we plan to do that?” he asked, referring to the two of you.

You recalled the day you both became the dynamic duo of the Avengers. You both had promised that you would always stick together no matter what. You both were two halves of one emotionally and biologically, since you both were bitten by the same spider. 

“Together,” You gave him a small smile remembering the first time you guys made that oath. “Until the bitter end. Like we promised.”

“And I keep my promises, yeah?” He smiled sweetly. “This isn’t the bitter end. Not yet. I will come and find you.” He glanced up at the others. “All of you.”

Ned looked down for a moment before speaking. “You promise?”

 Peter turned to Ned and looked at him with a reassuring smile. “Yeah,” He let go of your face and walked over to his best friend. “I promise.”

Peter and Ned did a bittersweet version of their special handshake. It was almost heartbreaking to see due to how…final it felt. Then Peter pulled Ned into a hug. 

“I’ll come find you, okay?”

“I know you will,” Ned smiled sadly. 

When they pulled back from the hug, Peter turns to MJ and Celina. He goes over by Celina first.

Celina’s shoulder shook as she hiccuped from crying. Peter worried for her since they’ve been attached at the hip since they were little. They were practically siblings and she would be losing the last of her family…and he would be losing the last of his. But he knew she would be in good hands with how strong the bond of your friends group was.

“Hey,” he started. “I know you’ve been thinking about training with Strange. I think you should do it, Who knows you might need to use a spell one day.” He smiled at her and petted her head endearingly. “You’ll do great out there. I'll always be your big bro, Celi.”

Her lip quivered as she nodded and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back and kissed her head. She’s always been like a little sister to him, despite them being the same age. Once she pulled back from the hug she went over to Ned and hugged him as she cried into his shoulder. Peter then turned to MJ. 

“You better come find us.” She sniffled. “If you don’t, I’m just gonna figure it out. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.” She let out a barely-there soft chuckle. “And I will do it again.”

He hugged her for a moment before saying. “I promise I’ll fix this mess.”

He turns back to you again as you look at him and nod knowingly. There was nothing you could do and you knew that this was for the greater good…even if you hated the hell out of the idea of it. 

“You better come find us, Parker. Do you hear me?” You said sternly as you poked his chest. “You better come find me. If you won’t then I’ll come find you myself. And If I have to come find you…I swear to the fucking heavens and Asgard, If I have to come find you…I’ll kick your ass into another dimens-” 

His lips were on yours in a deep, passionate and desperate kiss, and you returned the kiss back while wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you like it was the last time you guys would ever kiss and you returned the energy of the exchange. After a moment he reluctantly pulled back slowly and leaned his forehead on yours softly. 

“I really fucking hate magic,” You stated.

Peter laughed softly with a knowing grin. “Yeah,” He replied. “Me too.”

You guys stood there for a moment in each other’s arms in a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“I love you, Peter.” you said to him as you cradled his face as you looked into his eyes.

He looked back into your eyes sadly and endearingly. “I-I lov-”

“Just wait,” You interjected. “Hold on to it and tell me when you see me again.”

“Sure,” Peter responded. “As long as you promise that you won't think I’m some creep and kick my ass.”

You let out a laugh and looked down at your chest for a moment before you pulled at the chain that was under your suit revealing your necklace. You hold it in your hands in a fist for comfort as you close your eyes and sighed deeply with determination. It’s the necklace Peter gave you when you first told you that he loved you. It was a silver spider necklace with two red rubies on it. You thought it was both sweet as heck and corny as hell, but that’s what you loved about it and that’s what you loved about Peter. You unclasped the necklace and looked at it for a moment before putting it in his hand and pushing his fingers down to his palm gently so he could hold it. He looked at you wondrously in response. 

“Give this back to me once you find me.” You smiled softly. “I promise I'll remember you.”

The sky around you all began rumbling even more as the sorcerer did his work. The new spell was taking effect and you wish you could freeze time, just so you could memorize Peter’s face a little longer. Hold his hand a little longer. Kiss his lips a little longer. Although you never took for granted the time you both spent together, it still felt like there wasn’t enough time spent together.

Crazy how things can change in a blink of an eye.

You all looked at the sky for a moment before looking back to each other sadly and eyes full of hope that this was just some horrible, messed up nightmare. Peter and you met eyes and he pulled you into another passionate kiss and you returned the kiss back. After a moment he pulled back again, hating the idea of having to do it.

“I promise, I’ll give this back to you.” He whispered, trying not to cry. 

“I know you will,” You smiled sadly. “Or else I’ll take it back from you instead.”

He let out a choked laugh. 

“This isn’t goodbye,” He added. “Just a see you later.”

“I’ll see you later,” You choked out. “Call me around seven? The usual time?”

He chuckled. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll explain everything then.” 

He planted a long soft kiss on your forehead before he pulled away and stepped back reluctantly. You let your fingers glide along his shoulders and arms and hands as he moved. You both hesitated for a moment before you held each other's hands for a long moment before letting go. The feeling was heartbreaking, agonizing and agoraphobic. You wanted nothing more than to latch yourself on to him and never let go as if that would force you to never forget him. 

You guys never broke eye contact for that entire moment as if you were trying to find a way to keep the connection between you two alive for as long as possible.

He sighed one last time and jumped onto the ledge you all were standing in behind and looked up at Strange, who nodded at him as a last goodbye. Peter had a knowing look on his face….a look of ultimate defeat and the acceptance of it. He looked back at you one last time, taking in your form like a photograph in his mind. 

Although you would forget him, he would never forget you.

You mouthed “I love you, Peter Parker.” With a reassuring smile.

He gave you a sad smile before swinging off the edge. It all hit you right then and there and you let out a choked sob as you collapsed onto the ground and cried so hard you thought your body was going to explode. You had lost so much…so, so much and now you had to lose something else…someone else.

You don’t remember your friends trying to catch you when your legs gave out on you, you don’t remember the spell passing through you, and it only took a moment before you didn’t remember why you were crying. 

~

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: this was an idea someone sent, I added some stuff as well. I can already see you guys flocking in when I post this chapter, especially after not posting for a bit.

Warning: language? My writing

Jenna Ortega x Fem!reader

“You’re pathetic,” Lyle says as he begins aggressively erasing the work you had tried so hard on. “Can’t do maths, can’t cook, can’t flirt, what can you do?” He says as you lean back and drag your hands down your face.

He had been like this the entire weekend after your outing with Jenna and Emma; mentioning how you were bad at everything and never forgetting to mention how you can’t flirt.

Though he had been texting Emma all weekend, the two had come short of any ideas of what to do to make you two put two and two together and finally ask the other out.

And the two of you weren’t exactly helpful.

“Do you have to berate me on something no one’s is good at?” You ask, watching your cat jump on the table and begin playing with the small eraser scraps.

“You don’t have to be good at it to know how to do it.” He says picking up a book from the large pile of stacked books.

“I haven’t done it in years, why do I have to it now?” You ask as he slams the book down. “Because you need to do it or you’ll live a lonely life in the darkness of your room forever.” He states angrily as he flips through the pages aggressively.

“Are you sure you’re still talking about business school?” Dru asks looking up from the computer before looking back down.

“Yes,” Lyle says as he pushes the open book toward you. “What else would we be talking about?” He yanks his head toward you and his tightly tied back hair comes loose from the hair tie.

He lets out an aggravated huff before pulling his hair back and walking away to find a mirror, mumbling this and that under his breath as he does so.

“He’s being over dramatic.” You say as Mj takes her seat in front of you, loud dinging noises coming from the game boy she had found somewhere stashed away in the storage closet.

“It’s Lyle, of course he’s being over dramatic.” She mumbles, eyes never leaving the small screen in front of her.

How she had found the small game you didn’t know, you used to dig through the storage compartment all day before working at the bookstore but never once did you see any of the older electronic’s, even when the store had stopped selling them.

Then again it was a big area, you wouldn’t be surprised if they found one of the first TV’s in there.

“He’s never going to leave me alone about this.” You mumble, music loudly vibrating through your ear bud as you begin working again. “Again, it’s Lyle we’re talking about here.”

She was right, though he was one of your best friends he still had his tendencies to try to get too into that roll. Trying to help you with things but taking it too far most of the time.

Yes, you appreciated it but sometimes it could be a bit much.

“Yo,” the voice calls out from the second floor making you look up to see the plumber. “I’m done, I just gotta show you some shit that you need to replace or fix.” He says and you sigh.

“Can you check this for me?” You ask sliding your notebook toward the woman who huffs out but non the less takes the book to look over.

You smile lightly before rushing toward the stairs to catch up with the much older man.

“And she can’t even look her in the eye!” Lyle grumbles as he scratches Achilles stomach walking back toward his table of friends.

“Now where’d she go? Trying to avoid her work just like asking Jenna out?” He asks as he looks around and allows the cat to jump out of his arms and toward the cat tree in the front of the store.

“Chill,” Mj says as she checks off one problem and begins erasing another. “She went with the Jones to check the pipes.”

“Oh,” he mumbles before slumping himself into his seat next to yours. “Can you believe her though?” He asks and she can’t help herself as she rolls her eyes.

Yes, she knew you were bad at anything to do in the romantic section of things but he didn’t have to tell her non stop after your little double date.

“Yes, I can.” She says as she slides the book back into its spot. He scrunches his nose in disgust as the girl stands to put the game boy back where she found it.

“What do you mean?” He asks following after her quickly.

“Not everyone is like you and wants to rush into relationships Lyle.” She groans out noticing the boy following her. “You can’t expect Y/N to rush a fucking celebrity into a relationship either.”

“But their both annoyingly oblivious.” He states as she climbs the ladder in the storage room. “Maybe, but let them do it their own way with just a little of your help, look,” she starts before jumping down the ladder to look up toward the man.

“Y/N is a quiet kid you should know this by now, we are the ones who decided to bust into her life after all. She keeps most herself and things to herself, never takes off her ear buds and doesn’t bother anyone.” She states as they leave the room.

“You can’t expect her to change what she knows over night because of one person, even if she is clearly in love with them. And Jenna,” she quickly turns to look at the man.

“She probably speculates every little suspicious thing, she is famous after all. She could think Y/N is just in it for the fame or whatever.” Lyle presses his lips together at the thought of you and your very private family wanting to be seen by the world, it only makes him snort at the mere idea.

“But she’s not.” He replies and she taps his chest. “So let her figure that out, let them figure it out. You don’t have to berate her twenty four seven.”

“That’s exactly what you do all the time.” Dru adds as he clicks the computer mouse quickly. “No, I do it to make you all better as people, he’s doing it to just humiliate Y/N.” The woman calls out. “There’s a differe-“

Before she could finish the sentence the man in front of her sprints away and toward the front of the store.

He quickly twists the lock and yanks the door open before forcing himself out. The person he had seen turns to look at him making the second much larger person do the same.

“Jenna!” He calls out, walking out of the door and toward her. “Leaving so soon?” His smiling wide and beaming when he steps up to her.

A small smile forms on her own face as the man nears, his lanky form now towering over her own. “Hey Lyle,” she says as the man steps between the two and shoots a quick glare toward the much larger man.

“And kind of, the stores closed.” She gestures toward the small closed sign on the door and shrugs.

“Nonsense.” he says and pulls the girl toward the door. “It’s just us so you can come in.” He quickly ushers her through and pushes the body guard inside before slamming the door back shut and locking it.

A pressure forms at the bottom Jenna’s leg causing her to look down and see a fluffy cat rubbing up angst her leg before looking up at her.

She lets out a quiet gasp as she reaches down and picks up the orange ball of fluff as it begins to purr. “Oh my god.” she gasp as he begins rubbing its head on the top.

Lyle can’t help the smirk that forms, the usually jumpy cat immediately fawning over Jenna, just like it’s owner. How hysterical.

“That’s Achilles.” He says as he begins walking toward the counter Jenna following closely behind as the cat settles into her arms. “He’s Y/N’s.”

“He’s a street rat who belongs on the street.” Mj says walking out of the storage room once again holding a different gaming device even Lyle couldn’t decipher.

“And that’s Mj,” Lyle huffs out. “Also Y/N’s, she found her at a McDonalds.” He makes sure to mutter the last part but it only earns a glare from the woman.

“Mj? Like Mary Jane?” Jenna jokes as the cat begins rubbing up on her chin once again. The joke only earns a glare from the taller woman who presses her lips together.

The joke had been made so many times that it was getting old, even for Lyle who found it amusing every time.

“Y/N!” The woman yells too loudly for a library before quickly turning and storming off in the direction where you had left.

She looks up to Lyle who glance between her and the stairs where she stomped up. The man was both awkward and sociable, not like many she had met; most were either just awkward or very social. It was a strange thing.

“And that,” he says suddenly, gesturing to the man whose playing the computer with his face far to close to the screen. “Is Dru, you can just call him DD.”

“Do not call me that.” The man says as he eyes go over the screen as if being unfocused and trying to refocus.

“That’s your name, idiot.” He empathizes the last word as he leans against the counter. “My initials are not my name.” The man rolls his eyes as he only gives the two a glance. “That’s what makes up your name, hence your name.”

“That makes no sense.” His eyes stay on the screen but his face scrunches at the mans comment.

“Moving on,” the man drags out as he leans further into the counter toward Jenna who turned to him, still holding the cat. “What brings you here?” He asks, fighting the smirk that slowly begins to form on his face.

“Uh..” Jenna mumbles as her eyes travel down to the cat who stares back up at her. “Just in the area?..” it comes out as more of a question and Lyles face drops as he stares at the girl, head resting in hand.

“Just in the area?” He asks, clearly not buying whatever lie she was trying to tell. “Yeah.” She states but it comes out uncertain as if she were trying to figure it out herself.

“Uh huhh,” he says as his other hand comes up to rest under his chin with the other. “Definitely not because of a library loser.” He says, legs kicking behind the counter as he raises his eyebrows suggestively at her.

She opens her mouth to speak but is quickly stopped at the sound of foot steps echoing in the quiet library.

“Just don’t forget to tell your parents, yeah?” A man’s voice says as she looks up to see you, Mj and a man who had to be the source of the voice.

“Got it.” You reply before your eyes meet hers and she can’t help but notice the way your eyes scrunch up as you smile at her or the way her heart begins beating at a faster pace as you do so.

“Hey,” you say as you step toward her glancing down at the cat in her hands. “Is that my cat?” The confusion in your voice evident as you point at it “Does it look like your cat?” Mj asks, rolling her eyes as she locks the door behind the plumber.

“Yes but my cat doesn’t like people.” You state, watching as it begins rubbing its head against her cheek and his purrs grow louder.

“Sound like someone you know?” Dru asks as a small smile forms on his face.

“Well, he clearly likes Jenna.” Lyle mumbles as you narrow your eyes down at the cat who seemed to be taunting you with his eyes. He had never been that affectionate before, why was he starting now?

“Jealous?” Jenna asks, eye brow rising as she smirks up at you. Your narrowed eyes move to her as you press your lips together.

You started noticing different things about Jenna, like now how she used certain things to her advantage to get to you. A way to tease you more so but to see your reactions always gave her a boost in both her ego and confidence.

“I think she’s more jealous of the cat.” All confidence was gone at the comment Lyle says as he watches the two of you, amused by every look or comment you’d send each other. The blush from the cold air outside turned darker as she looked back down to the cat and the shade on your face was much darker.

He liked the way you both seemed to blush, now certain you both had interest in the other but then Mj’s voice broke his thoughts about their earlier conversation and he let a pout take his features as he slipped down the counter and to the other side.

It wasn’t going to be easy nor enjoyable for the man but it was what was right. Not being able to interfere much was going to kill him but he figured if he could get to tease you both a little he would live.

“I still think it’s strange how such a skittish thing could just decide it wasn’t going to be skittish with one person.” You state, laughing quietly to yourself as you make your way back toward the table.

“He’s usually not like this?” Jenna asks as she follows after you leaving Lyle to peek over the counter to watch you.

“Quit, you’re being creepy.” Mj says as she moves past the small door to see him in a squatting position.

“It’s not creepy, I’m just observing.” He states as his eyes narrow at the lack of spaces between you both as Jenna takes her seat not in front of you but beside you.

“Yeah, like a creep.” She mutters as she looks over toward the two of you.

“They’re so infuriating.” The man mumbles inviting her statement as he turns around and leans against the cup cabinets, legs sprawled out.

The woman only shakes her head and rolls her eyes, preparing herself for the rant that’s to come from the man.

“Business school?” She asks as she looks over your notebook and the many erased parts on it as she subconsciously rubs Achilles.

“Cant let some random stranger take over once my parents retire, you know?” You say as you tap to end of the pencil on the table, looking over the work Mj had marked wrong.

“Worst part about being the kid of a library owner is people think you’re smart.” You state as you begin erasing once again. “So, you’re not smart?”

You snort quietly as you look up toward her. “Oh I definitely am, my mom made sure of that.” You state at the thought of you and your mom at the table in the middle of the night while you cry over homework.

“Math was just never my strongest subject.” You state, glaring down at the paper with the faintest of pouts on your face.

That’s one thing Jenna began to notice more often, your facial expressions. Even the smallest ones became more noticeable. Or maybe she was just staring you too often.

“What about you?” You ask suddenly leaning back into your chair. “Do you go to college?” It was a reasonable question, she was your age and definitely suitable for going but it still saddened her slightly.

“No, I’m focusing more on my acting career.” She states with a small smile as she stares down at the cat in her lap who had fallen asleep with its head up.

“It makes me wonder what my life would be like if I never started acting.” She hums out quietly and she begins tracing the stripes across your cat.

The way her face relaxes with sorrow makes your heart ache slightly, the tightening feeling only makes you want to reach out to her and comfort her but would that be pushing it?

No, it couldn’t have been, right? You had grown close over the last month but you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” The words come out certain, cocky almost. A smirk plays it’s way onto your face as she looks up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

“Why’s that?” She asks, leaning toward you subconsciously and you can’t help but do the same very not as much as she does.

If there was no distance between you both before, there certainly wasn’t now with her thigh and arm pressed against yours.

“Because then you wouldn’t have come here and knocked down the books off the shelf or I wouldn’t have met you.” You say, smirk; proud of yourself for having any type of height to help her with the book.

A quiet laugh comes from the woman, one you had heard many times in different forms but it had also got your heart pounding against your chest, eager to get out and display itself before her.

“That is a good point.” She says nodding to herself as she continues rubbing Achilles across his back making it arch subconsciously in his sleep. Her eyes meet yours, they’re once again scrunched up from your smile and far warmer than the weather outside, it causes her heart to beat even faster than before.

She goes to say something else but is once again interrupted by one of your friends.

“Everyone stop!” Dru calls out as he stands quickly, the screech of the chair filling the room. Lyle’s head pops above the counter and Mj looks up from her book.

“Can you shut the hell up?” She calls out, annoyance clear in her voice as the man begins gathering his things.

“It’s 5:30, we need to go.” He says, rushing around to pick things up and put them away.

That’s right. Thirty minutes before Thursday throw down on Minecraft, a large match on bed wars with a hundred players against each other. Something he took far too seriously.

“Go where?” Jenna asks as you begin gathering your things. “Back to my place for his stupid little game.” You roll your eyes looking back at every Thursday’s for the past five years.

“You should come see us screaming at a screen.” You state as you look toward the girl, realization hits you when you realize it wasn’t exactly a question. “If you want, that is.”

She laughs quietly as the man rushes past the two of you with many CD cases in hand, eager to get back to your apartment.

“I would love to.” She says and relief rushes through you and a smile graces your face. “Great.” You say, smile never leaving as you go to put the books in the respective spot while trying to remember if you had cleaned up your apartment or not.

“Hurry!” The man ushers all of you as he grabs the leash to Achilles harness and clips it to him making Jenna take it as she stands, still refusing the drop the cat.

————

You’re eyes quickly find the familiar old homeless man in front of your apartment building bringing a smile to your face as he plucks his guitar strings with such elegance even you were jealous.

“Hey Julian.” You say with a smile as you step up to him and he stops playing to look at your small group.

“Ah, on another one of your sleep overs?” He asks as he scans the group before his eyes land on Jenna. “And you brought a new friend.” He says with a smile but Dru quickly shuts any time for introductory out as he storms past you.

“5:53, let’s go people!” He says as he storms inside the door.

The man rolls his eyes before they land on Lyle. “I see why the boys are acting strange now, you’re here Lyle.” He says and the man stiffens up, the thought of six little boys running around your apartment building with water guns clear in his mind.

Your smile grows as you move past him, Mj and Jenna not far behind. “Careful, ellos quieren venganza..” the man says and you can’t help but feel sorry for Lyle who was about to be soaked in — god knows from where — water.

You rush up the stairs to your floor only to be met with a Dru who looks down at his watch and shuffles around anxiously.

“Come on.” He drags out as you walk up to the door and unlock it.

As soon as the door opens Achilles jumps out of Jenna’s arms and circles your feet, screaming loudly as you make your way to the kitchen.

You huff out as he jumps up on the counter to watch you grab his food.

“Turn it on!” You hear Dru call out as Mj settles into the bean bag next to your couch, holding up the remote as Dru sits eagerly on the edge of the couch leaving Jenna to stand in your kitchen as she looks around the small kitchen connected to your much larger living room.

“This is nice.” She says as Mj turns on the Led lights and Dru messes with the tv controls.

“Thanks, don’t mind the cat hair.” You mumble as you place the cat bowl on the ground making Achilles jump down and begin eating.

“There’s lots of it, everywhere.” You say brushing some off your hands and watching it fall to the floor. You would have to clean it up later.

You walk past her and place your phone on the counter where Dru and Mj’s sat before making your way into the living room.

She couldn’t help but smile at your lack of need for social media, all of you. Yeah, you posted a lot but other than that you all seemed to actually talk and enjoy each others presence rather than be hunched over on your phones.

She hesitates for a moment before placing her own phone on the counter and following you into the living and taking a seat next to you on the couch.

You had het a controller and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

“Don’t worry,” you say pressing the power button on hers then yours. “I’ll teach you and make sure Dru doesn’t try anything.” You say as you scoot toward her a little more so your knees are touching. You couldn’t tell if she could hear your heart beating in your chest or not but you hoped she couldn’t.

The door suddenly slams open making you all look up to see a partially wet Lyle as water begins squirting inside the apartment.

“You can’t hide forever, Lyle Lyle crocodile!” A voice calls as he slams to the door shut and a chorus of high pitched laughs rings outside your door.

“I’m crashing here tonight.” He says as he storms toward your room. Now you see why all of your clothes were mixed with the groups, you all had different articles of clothes littered around your rooms and at this point you didn’t know what belongs to who.

“We’re starting the game without him.” Dru says as the starting screen pops up and all four of your characters pop up divided into four parts of the tv. This should be fun.

————

And fun it was. For you and Dru at least, while Lyle watched Mj attack different players you were helping Jenna at her own base and protecting her from Dru who swore he would get her ‘stupid pink’ bed.

A rivalry began between the two as Jenna got used to the game she would insist on going after Dru many times. With your help she of course did get him, it was truly beautiful.

Now you sat next to Jenna as the game came to an end, Lyle and Mj had fallen asleep, while Dru was taking pictures of the screen to flaunt to everyone on his discord about how he had gotten first place in the tournament.

You look to Jenna who watched Dru with a small smile on her face and you found yourself wondering how many freckles really did litter across her smooth skin. Her features were absolutely perfect, from her nose, to her eyes and to her high cheek bones. You didn’t really see any flaws as your eyes travel to her lips, curled up into a smile.

Your eyes snap up as she looks toward you, smile becoming softer before an idea comes to mind. You gesture toward the window that led onto your fire escape watching confusion fill her face.

You laugh lightly before grabbing her wrist and leading her toward the window before pulling it open and stepping out only to be met with the cold air of the winter night and slide yourself to sit on the edge of the fire escape.

Jenna’s not to far behind as she steps out after you as she swings her legs over the ledge.

“Not bad for your first try at bed wars.” You say as you lean back against your arms and look toward her.

“Who said it was my first time?” Raising an eyebrow she turns her head toward and smirks lightly.

“Yeah, let’s just forget how you were walking off the edges of your island non stop.” She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes but her smile never leaves as she stares you. “Totally not your first time.”

She chuckles lightly as she glances around and looks at the city while your eyes never leave her. With the wind blowing past her, she looks almost ethereal, would have if she didn’t shiver lightly before settling back down.

The sound of cars honking, metal clanking together and other sounds you were used to sound through the air, creating a back ground noise for you as you watch her. The way her breathing was calm, much calmer than yours. The way she watched the loud city before, bright colors shining on her face making it light it up completely giving you full view of her side profile.

“It’s beautiful.” She says looking at the lit up city you were not really worried about at the moment as you continued to stare at her.

“Yeah, it is.” You reply quietly and she slowly takes her eyes from the glowing city before they land on you.

You both sat there for a moment, staring at each other unsure of what to do or what the other might do. The air felt two times thicker as you attempted to get your breathing and heart beat under control as her eyes stay locked with yours.

You watched as her eyes snap down once before quickly moving back up to your eyes and you can’t help the twist that form in your stomach tempted to do the same as you glance between both of her eyes, they were darker than they usually were in the light.

You break slightly as you too glance down before quickly looking back up and you lean in, slowly and hesitantly as you watch her every reaction carefully.

She seems to subconsciously do the same, but this time her eyes continue to move from your eye and back down to your lips.

Your nerves boost through the roof as you get closer, heart beat beating quicker than it ever has and suddenly a line of chords begins to play. You recognized it, the way they sounded far too beautiful to be just anyone playing.

The sound quickly becomes a background noise along with the sounds of the city as you come close to Jenna, lips a few centimeters apart as you glance down toward them them back to her eyes to search for any hesitation or want to back out.

Her breath fans over your face lightly as she stares up at you, eyes wide and waiting as she watches you.

“Is this okay?” You ask in a quiet voice, too quiet for your liking as your heart beat drums through your ears, eyes looking over Jenna’s face. There was no need to ask to kiss her, she could clearly see what you were doing but you wanted to make sure this is what she wanted.

And it was in fact what she wanted. The thought of your slightly chapped lips kissing hers made her heart jump into her throat and claw its way out.

Her only response is reaching up and leaning in, her hands resting gently on her face as her lips brush against yours with hesitation. The feeling sends a shock through your body that makes you shiver lightly as her skin begins to feel hot against yours.

You let out a shaky breath as you too lean in, lips crashing against her a bit too eagerly but she doesn’t seem as she leans in further, deepening the kiss completely as her body presses against yours.

You suddenly become all to aware of your surroundings, the sounds of the city filling your senses as does the gentle guitar that plays under you.

Now you recognize it. Frank Sark. Which song exactly? You didn’t know but you knew it was being played by Julian. His music just as sweet as the girl in front of you. Holding your face with a gentleness of an angel that you didn’t deserve but she still gave it to you as her thumb rubs across your cheek lightly.

This was the perfect end of your night under the starless sky in the bright city.

Next part here!

A/N: my mistake was that I kept saying ‘your cat’ and my friend was making jokes 🥲

Also bare with me, I don’t know how to write people kissing much, I’ll probably edit it later.

I’m not sure if the kissing scene even made sense please tell me if it did🫶🏻

[6rookie-writer0110]

Sandhill Thrill

MJ x Male Reader

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

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

“What are you doing?” MJ asked.

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

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

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

“Well, what do you want?” You asked.

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

“You are strange, get out,” You said.

“Whatever,” MJ said.

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

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

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

——-

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

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

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

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

“I’m ready,” You said in your mind.

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

“Lady, are you okay!?” You yelled.

“Get away from me!” She yelled.

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

“Fuck” You mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed and you have a serious face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

MJ cleans the cut on your left eyebrow.

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

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

“Help me how?” You asked.

“Design a better suit” MJ teased

“Shut up” You laughed.

———

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

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

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

“Good idea,” You said.

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

“Next time…”

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

“Good talk,” MJ said.

“Shut up,” You said.

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

[yourmomsgranddad]

— PAPER RINGS

— PAIRING: Kate Bishop x Jones!fem!reader

— SUMMARY: MJ knows Kate likes you so she tries her hardest to get you two together.

— WORD COUNT: 4.3k (dang)

— WARNINGS: i think there's a curse word but too lazy to find it, i know there aren't lockers in college but let me be

"Kate, stop!"

She was pulled out of her daze that she was stuck in, and she realized where she was. In the cafeteria with her friends. She still had her backpack and she forgot to take it off.

"Stop what?" She wondered, finally looking at Peter. He looked annoyed with her, like what did she do. "Staring at Y/n. It's getting creepy, dude."

This was a common occurrence, Kate and her friends would sit down and immediately her eyes would shoot to where you were.

It was getting creepy, Peter was right.

"If she wants to stare, let her. She doesn't say anything when you do." MJ called behind Peter, her nose was in her book like usual and it was like she wasn't even there.

"Yeah. MJ's right. I never say anything when you ogle Gwen."

"I DON'T OGLE HER!" He was very quick to defend himself and got very loud. He looked around to see if anyone else was looking at him, and surely enough, no one cared.

"Sure you don't! I bet you know what she's wearing today." Kate tested. She smirked as he fell into his seat, she knew her friend way too well and he knew it.

"I hate you sometimes."

She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly, causing him do the same. "You two are such children." MJ weighed in once more before picking up her stuff and leaving the table. They both watched as she walked across the cafeteria and sat right next to you.

Kate's eyes never left as she watched you get excited talking to MJ and giving her a hug.

It never stopped crossing Kate's mind that you were MJ's sister. In the middle of lunch, at the same time everyday, MJ would take her stuff and go sit with you, her sister. She wanted so badly to ask MJ if she could go with her but something in her was just stopping her from saying it.

So she stayed silent every time she walked away, completely filled with regret.

Kate looked at the clock and suddenly an hour had passed. She didn't even realize she was in the library that long. She was about to get another tardy. Crap.

She shoved all of her stuff into her backpack and just started running.

She was not looking where she was going, she didn't care who she was bumping into, she needed to get to class and these people were just blips in an already bad day.

She thought she was going to speeds unknown to man. She thought she was basically the Flash. She thought she was going to make it to class on time. But of course, something had to get in her way, in the form of a piece of metal.

She went flying into someone's locker, making her fall down.

"Dude, you were going top speeds! Are you okay?" The mystery person wondered as Kate started rubbing the bump that was beginning on her head.

The person who slammed their locker into her, got down to her level and started rubbing her head for her. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you." She began shaking her head, muttering some 'it's fine's' before her eyesight came back to normal and she saw who she bumped into (and who was touching her head).

It was you.

"I think you should go to the nurse, Kate. You collided in that locker a little hard." You sucked in some air as you grimaced at the bruise on her forehead. "How-how do you know my name?" Her words came out a little dazed as she was starting to feel the weird of her injury.

"You're Mish's friend. I know all of her friends."

"Mish?"

You didn't hear her confusion as you helped her off the floor and started guiding her down the hallway, away from her class. "Wait. What about my class?" She began reaching back, almost trying to push herself in the other direction.

"Kate, you're bleeding. I think class can wait."

So she stopped pushing, just walking alongside you, not knowing what to say. This was basically the first time she was talking to you and she was bleeding. Today was going great.

She hadn't even realized how close she was to you right now. She could finally identify the scent that would come from you. Everyday she would wonder what you smell like but she only ever got a small whiff since you were always walking past her but she finally got it.

"What perfume is that?"

"Oh. Some fancy one my mom got me for Christmas. I don't know why I keep wearing it. It makes me smell like a bougie bitch." You griped, rolling your eyes at your own decisions.

"Really? I think you smell wonderful."

Your expression softened at the sound of her compliment. You never heard someone compliment your scent before. In fact, that bougie bitch comment came from MJ when you got it.

"Thank you."

You gave a little look, expressing your gratitude. She returned your gaze and almost didn't want to look away. She never seen your eyes up close and she kind of wanted to cherish it, just in case, this was a dream she was about to wake up from.

Sadly, your staring contest was shortened as you finally made it to the campus nurse. You opened the door with your free hand and helped her sit down on the little couch they kept in the waiting area.

Luckily, there was no one in there today. So they could get to Kate immediately.

"What's going on with her?" The nurse asked you as you went to take Kate's temperature. "I hit her in the face with my locker." You mentioned, almost slumping to make yourself look smaller.

"Why do you kids keep doing this? At some point, you would just stop swinging your lockers open." The nurse seemed to be at her last straw, a lot of other kids probably came in for the same thing.

"Kate, I'll get you some ice and you can lay down if your head is bothering you. I'll give you both late slips." You nodded and the nurse left you there with Kate for a few minutes.

"Sorry about the bruise."

"It's fine. I tripped over Peter's skateboard once."

"He skates?"

"No."

That caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth and suddenly, Kate was in a trance. It was the loveliest sound she had ever heard. She absolutely fell in love with it.

Maybe it was the blood rushing to her head but it seemed like you were moving in slow motion.

But surely enough, time was moving normally and the nurse had come back. She gave you your late slip and it was time for you to go. You waved bye to Kate and disappeared. All in slow motion.

She needed to lay down.

The bell indicating that next period was starting rang as loud as possible, waking Kate up from her daze. She didn't even notice she was sleeping until she heard it.

The nurse popped up in the doorway, causing Kate to jump and almost hit her head again. "Do you have a class you need to be in?"

Kate looked up in thought, there happened to be a picture of her schedule right in the front of her brain. It was Thursday and she was in her sixth period...where was she supposed to be?

"No! I have a free period."

The nurse nodded. "Well if you're feeling better, you can leave." Now it was Kate's turn to nod. Things were awkwardly silent as she grabbed her backpack and shuffled out of the nurse's office as quick as she could.

She face-planted onto her bed, completely disregarding any type of assignment her teachers gave her. It didn't matter right now. She was tired and her head was hurting.

She was almost asleep. Until she heard her phone beep from her pocket. She threw her hand back, just reaching around it like she didn't know where it was. And surely enough, it was from her group chat

emjay 📖: katherine!

kate 🏹: yes mj? is there something you need at this moment?

pete 🕸: we just wanted to know where you were during fifth period. you weren't in science class.

kate 🏹: yeah, because i was in the nurse's office.

emjay 📖: who'd you hurt?

kate 🏹: i was the one that was hurt. i haven't sent that many people to the nurse's office!

pete 🕸: tell that to poor ted! you send him to the nurse's office every other week.

emjay 📖: poor ted, man.

kate 🏹: what? do you guys have a crush on ted or something?

emjay 📖: no!

pete 🕸: a little.

emjay 📖: pin that conversation for later. why were you in the nurse's office?

kate 🏹: your sister hit me with her locker.

pete 🕸: okay! wattpad! did you get her number or did she get kidnapped afterward? did you guys make out or something? spill it!

emjay 📖: why are you such a woman?

pete 🕸: rude.

As she watched her friends bicker back and forth, she noticed an unknown number texted her.

??: hey.

She was a little wary at first, she didn't have a good track record with unknown numbers. They almost always tried to steal her money. She hoped that not what this was.

kate: hello? who is this?

??: oh sorry. that probably seemed a little ominous. it's me, y/n.

Kate froze. Not only was this the first time you spoke in person and touched, but now you were texting her. She was exploding, metaphorically and physically.

kate: oh! how did you get your number?

you: from mj. she gave it to me earlier today. said to text you or call if i ever needed to. i thought it was weird until i gave you head trauma earlier. 😬

She switched tabs real quick, going back to the group chat.

kate 🏹: michelle jones-watson!

pete 🕸: full name alert!

emjay 📖: don't call me watson. what?

kate 🏹: did you give your sister my number?!

emjay 📖: yes i did.

kate 🏹: WHY?!

pete 🕸: for love obviously. mj might not show it but she loves love.

emjay 📖: you start that, i'll break all your bones.

She decided to leave her friends to their bickering and go back to the previous conversation.

you: i didn't text to apologize if that's what you're thinking.

kate: oh? then what for?

you: to make sure you don't tell anybody about this. i'm already on the run from the law and i don't need this on my record.

kate: what about the nurse that helped me?

you: what nurse? 🤫

Kate's stomach settled as the two of you landed in a comfortable banter. Talking to you was more calming than she thought. Talking to you was easy, it was almost like the two of you were friends.

But then Kate noticed the time, you had been talking for a while.

kate: wow, look at the time. guess we should get some rest.

you: you're right. i'll see you later.

kate: night.

you: goodnight, kate ❤️

It was just an emoji. It was just pixels coming from a screen. Then why did her heart jump when she saw it? Why was there a tint forming on her cheeks? Wow, she was whipped and it was frightening.

She was going to bed.

Going into classes the next morning, she needed to tell someone about what happened the night before. She scanned the grounds for one of her friends. She spotted Peter, sitting on a bench, giggling with some guy.

She ran over to him, falling over into his lap. She didn't mean to fall onto him but she didn't care since he didn't.

The guy was long gone and they were just left alone.

"Katie? What's wrong?"

"I was texting with Y/n all night."

Things went silent between them. She looked up to find Peter's eyes opened wide in shock. He wasn't expecting her to say as much as she didn't expect it to happen.

"Why? How? When? Well I know when. But how?"

"Not only that. But when we were saying goodnight, she sent me a red heart." If it was possible, his eyes were even wider. "Dude." That was all he said, letting her know what he was thinking. And her only response was a nod, they both understood what it meant.

"How are you getting more action than me?"

"Oh how are things going with your Gwen quest anyway?"

Suddenly, he fell over and now he was in Kate's lap instead of the other way around. Now she was the one consoling him.

"Every time I try to talk to her, my throat closes up and my hands get sweaty. It's honestly getting annoying." He griped, burying his head in her lap further.

"What's getting annoying?"

They looked beside them, noticing MJ, who just happened to appear in the seat next to Kate. Holding her book, like she was already there.

"Peter's mad because he's weird and can't talk to women, especially Gwen." She let her know, as she continued rubbing Peter's back soothingly.

"You need to stop being weird. I know Gwen. Just be yourself and you should be fine." She wasn't even looking at him as she gave him this advice.

But he nodded, intaking it. Only time would tell if he could do it.

Things were comfortably silent as they just sat there, just enjoying the wind.

"Hi!"

You appeared out of nowhere, almost like MJ did, in front of Kate, causing her to fall over, behind the bench. "Oh shit."

You shuffled toward her, reaching down to help her up. "I feel like at this point, I'm a danger to you." You joked, laughing it off to make yourself feel less bad.

"No. If anything, I'm a danger to myself. You're just a bystander." Leave it up to Kate to make her head trauma about someone else.

Kate looked down, noticing your hands still intertwined. Just looking, you guys were drastically different.

Kate's hands had a few scratches here and there from when she gets so angry she uses her punching bag in the night. Her fingers were just riddled with rings, one on each finger. Her black nail polish was chipped and she didn't ever feel like fixing it.

Your were perfectly clean, your nails were constantly polished, not a chip in sight. You had rings on every other finger.

"Our hands look nice together." You muttered, looking down at your hands with a dreamy look in your eyes.

Kate froze. It's not that she didn't think your hands looked nice together, it's just that she was nervous. So she snatched her hands away, putting them behind her back. It's not what she wanted to do, but it's what she did.

You felt bad so you copied her movement.

Things were painfully silent. People walking by would feel the awkwardness, even if it was for a few seconds. So MJ decided to break it.

"So Y/n, are you going to that frat party tonight?"

"Of course."

"Cool. I was thinking about going."

"Huh?!" You all shouted in unison. It was common knowledge that MJ did not like interact with school functions, especially frat parties. So you were all utterly confused.

"Don't act so surprised. Classes are almost over. I want to be able to say that I went to a college party. And we're all going." MJ just decided for the group.

It's not that Kate's never been to a party before, her mom threw parties all the time. She's just never been to a party with you before. She was about to see a whole new version of you.

Her heartbeat was through the roof.

College parties were a different breed.

Kate's moms parties had adults in formal attire, champagne, and some light dancing here and there. This party was blasting some weird music that Kate couldn't decipher and everyone was chugging beers like there was no tomorrow.

This was normal for a college.

But not normal for Kate.

She followed MJ toward the kitchen, attaching to her like a child at the doctor's office. She was the only person she knew at the party besides you and she didn't want to lose her before she could find you.

That would be heinous.

The kitchen was already messy, drinks covering the floors and the cabinets. Some of them were full but most were empty.

MJ seemed to be in her element almost, opening the fridge and grabbing some food like she lived here. She didn't even care and neither did the frat guys who saw her do it.

"Yo Tyler, where's the peanut butter?" She shouted over the music to a guy sitting on a couch in the other room.

"Wherever you left it last time, MJ!"

"You guys are dirty! I hope you know that!"

He nodded, just accepting the statement. But it only caused Kate to be even more confused as she watched her friend make her sandwich.

"You've been to one of these parties before?" She wondered, standing next to MJ as close as she possibly could. "No. But sometimes I put food in their fridge because they don't eat."

Kate scanned the room, hoping to see you somewhere. She thought it was going to be like a movie, all the dancing kids would part, you two would join up in the middle, and kiss.

But it was nothing like that. It wasn't even close.

You entered shortly after her, and you were immediately welcomed, everyone shouting your name and coming up to give your hugs.

You obviously have been to a lot of these parties.

You pushed through the people, going right to your sister. "Making your sandwich I see." You mentioned, tapping her on the shoulder to let her know you were there. Even though, she most definitely heard everyone screaming your name.

Once again, you were in slow motion as Kate stared at you. She watched as you turned toward her and smiled when you saw her. You grabbed her hands and pulled in for a hug.

She thought this was a dream.

She heard some muffled speak coming from your mouth and now she knew she was tripping.

"Huh?" She shouted, hoping you would repeat yourself. "I said you probably shouldn't drink with your head injury. It might not be safe." Her heart swelled, she loved that you cared so much about her.

"But it's a party. What am I supposed to do if not drink?" She joked, leaning against the counter. "It'll be okay. I'll hang out with you all night."

She thought you were joking which kind of made her sad but you weren't. You stayed next to her all night, talking about everything under the sun.

You both realized that the music was hurting your ears so you found a quiet room and sat on the floor in front of the door.

So no one would just walk in.

You found out everything about each other.

She found out you were a few minutes older than MJ, you loved video games, and that you were one of the few people who actually enjoyed your classes.

"What are you, a nerd or something?" She joked but you just smiled, answering her question. Her eyes went wide as she playfully shoved you. "No way!"

Things were weirdly silent between you as you just sat there, staring at each other. She wondered what was happening and why the talking stopped.

But then she noticed what was happening.

She followed your eye line and surely enough, you were looking at her mouth. Before she could say anything about the awkward silence, you put your hand on her cheek and pulled her into you for a deep kiss.

She wasn't expecting it but she surely welcomed it. She always dreamed of kissing you and now it was happening. She didn't know what to do with her hands, oh no. She was freaking out about her hands when she was literally having her dream kiss.

Wow.

As the two of you were moving closer and the kiss was getting a little more heated, someone tried the door, twisting the knob with no avail.

That made the two of you jump apart, like you were in trouble.

But as quickly as they came, they were gone. And now things were again awkwardly silent. You had just basically made out with Kate and you usually didn't know what to do after this.

So you decided to leave.

"This has been fun but I have to get home. Maybe we could do it again." You winked before exiting through the door, leaving Kate there to think of what just happened.

She thought her head injury was working overtime and she was just imagining everything that just happened. She was still in her bed at home and none of this was happening.

She was being crazy.

She wasn't being crazy.

She woke up the next day and everything that was yesterday was waining on her now. Her eyes were adjusting from being under all that dark light in the frat house. Her makeup was messed up from not taking it off before she went to sleep.

Everything yesterday happened.

She made out with you yesterday.

Yikes.

She got dressed for class and went to find Peter once again. He was talking to Gwen and he wasn't being a humongous dweeb. But she disregarded it. "Dude!" She screamed as she ran up to him, out of breath.

"What?!" He shouted, already sprung into action.

"I made out with Y/n last night!"

"What?!" Everyone in the general area looked right at him, causing both Gwen and Kate to put their hands on his mouth.

"Jeez you are loud." Gwen mentioned, dropping her hands from his face. "Loud for you." He tried, it didn't work at all. Gwen and Kate just scrunched their faces in disgust.

"Don't ever say that again." Kate told him, Gwen nodding along with her, solidifying her point.

He shook his head too, agreeing.

It went silent once more as Peter and Gwen pointed behind Kate, making her look. You were walking toward her and she wasn't ready to talk with you. Not yet.

So you did what any sane person would do.

She ran in the complete opposite direction. She ended up bumping into someone, leaving them down on the floor. "Sorry, Ted!"

"Ted!" Peter shouted, being all dramatic about him falling.

'Since when are him and Ted friends,' Kate thought to herself but she didn't feel like stopping her run to ask so she moved on. Peter was weird, Ted was weird, it was a match made in heaven.

She continued running all day.

Until she couldn't.

She was packing up and the professor had left. She was in the back of the class, putting everything away when you popped up in the doorway. She wanted to book it but you were in the only exit and she wasn't going to leave her expensive backpack here.

She was stuck.

"Hello." You greeted all ominously. "Hi Y/n. It's lovely to see you." She tried but you weren't budging on your angry expression. Understandable.

"Was it lovely to see me when you ran from me?"

She walked right into that one.

"I'm sorry." She finished packing her stuff and ran right up to you almost immediately. "What happened? I thought we had fun last night."

Kate didn't realize while she was running that she was sending the absolute wrong message. She liked you but was just too scared to tell you. Yet she was a superhero? It doesn't really make any sense.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to talk to you. So I ran."

You sat down on the teacher's desk, just awaiting for her to explain herself. So she sat next to you and started talking.

"I like you, okay. I was scared to talk to you all school year but I didn't. So when you hit me with your locker, I figured, perfect time to speak. But then I didn't. Then we started texting, perfect time to tell you. Then I didn't. Then you kissed me and I finally going to say something. Then I got scared and ran. And now we're here."

You sat silent for a few minutes, processing what she said. It look like you were putting the pieces together.

"Why didn't you say something? I was flirting with you because I thought you liked me." Her eyes shot open and her face crunched. That's kind of mean. And teasing. You noticed the look on her face so you explained yourself.

"I like you too. MJ told me you liked me back because she knew I had a crush on you and it was driving me crazy." You gave her one more shove and she suddenly put all the pieces in place.

"Wait a minute. MJ was the one who gave you my number." She mentioned, everything in her brain going into the right spot. "And she's the one who made you go to the party." You added, understanding where her mind was going.

"MJ was playing matchmaker this whole time." Kate giggled, Peter wasn't lying. She did love love. "But something doesn't make sense." She wondered, putting her finger in the sky.

"What?"

"How did she make it so you hit me with your locker?"

"She told me she wanted to borrow my lip gloss, I should have knew something was off when she asked but I just wanted to help. She knew you weren't in class, so she figured we would bump into each other."

"She didn't account for the nose bleed, did she?"

"Maybe she did."

Out of nowhere, you both bursted into giggles.