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Marvel Indie RP blog for Mary Jane Watson. Please check out the bio and rules pages for more information on Mary Jane and my RP style. Open to writing with characters from other universes depending on my level of interest and understanding of the character/universe. Crossovers make me happy. Mun is 21+ NSFW will occur; tagged nsfw. Tracking the tag: #actressintheapple for all threads and stories.

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Reblog if you’re a marvel rp blog or any blog that doesn’t mind interacting with marvel characters.

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disclaimer

Blog will be relatively empty until things get off the ground and other threads start to become developed. This blog was re-created from a private rp group for indie purposes, because of my love for the muse. Anyone interested in any starters and/or verses, plots, etc., don't hesitate to inbox me (though I would appreciate you first reading through my rules/bio to develop a better understanding of where my muse/mun are at and what is to be expected).

Can't wait to bring MJ muse out to play!

-xoxo

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actressintheapple Hi there! Just wondering, if your fc is shailene woodley, and if you’d like MJW or just MJ for the initials?

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My FC is Shai, haha.

And MJ is fine for the initials. You're the best~! Thank yew!

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Not So Blind Date // Scott and MJ

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sexycrookedjawline:

To potentially half the population the exchange that went on might make Scott look like a weak and not so masculine man, but to Scott, the more control Mary Jane took of the conversation the more at peace he felt. Really if someone was to laugh behind their menu at the boy who didn’t fit in and was letting the woman order for him he’d have about a million words for them about why their ideals about society were obviously fucked up after all wolfpacks look to their matriarch for advice not necessarily their Alpha so who gives a fuck about who looks to be in control they both are (though he’d never get those words out thanks to his inability to actually speak well to human beings that don’t have any knowledge of the supernatural except apparently MJ). He was still preoccupied with paying and it had nothing to do with being the male and therefore being the one who was expected to pay it just had to do with the fact that he wanted to impress the girl sitting across from him. He wanted to impress her so bad.

It had been a long time since he’d had someone he needed to impress…and even with Allison the ‘let me act cooler than I really am’ phase only lasted a week. Everyone seemed to appreciate the goofy interior and exterior that made Scott McCall who he was.

But then she dropped the ball.

          You’re not paying for anything tonight.

The younger man quirked an eyebrow, putting the menu he’d finally opened down on top of the stack of plates already in front of him. While her reasoning for paying were great it was making him quickly realize that the reason they were at a place like this was because she could afford it and whether she picked it or Stiles there was a point to be made. She was a supermodel. He was a broke kid from California barely able to make ends meet simply because he had a pack of wolves and other things to worry more about than himself.

But tonight was about himself

And her.

And this.

                           And us?

Scott sighed, picking the menu back up and starting to scan it. He’d still get something that seemed like it would be relatively cheap (really who doesn’t put prices on the menu) and he’d insist that they do dessert his way later but for now he could settle in with a coke and something fancy. To go along with it.

“Fine. But uh…what language is this in?”

Mary Jane slipped her tongue along the inside of her cheek, trying her best to silence a chuckle that wanted so badly to fall free from her lips. Instead, it compromised by only yielding a mirthful glow about her features, and a upturned smile. “You are so adorable,” her mouth fell open, tongue still gliding along her cheek as she tried her best to recompose herself before staring back upon those dorky, contagious expressions that he was so prone to making. “It’s French, Scott.” She couldn’t help it at this point, she was giggling. But it was the good kind, not the kind that might make him feel any more awkward. She was warming up to him so well.

"It’s French,” she admitted once more. It took her a moment, to realize that he truly would have had no idea what anything on the menu said. Pressing her lips against one another, Mary Jane extended a palm, gently easing his menu from his hands, “Here. Let me.” She pulled it back around to face her just as the waiter was coming back around toward them. 

"We’re ready to order," she mentioned to the server as he came to pause at the edge of their booth. Collecting the menus in either of her palms, she smoothed them into an orderly fashion, before offering them back to their host. "We’ll take the Magret de Canard.” She spoke French with such fluency and precision that it might have been a bit surprising to one who had not known the finer side of Mary Jane Watson. “As well as the Gigot D’Agneau Pleureur,” she offered the man a casual nod. “Though if you could bring us some extra plates?” He nodded in return, already assuming they’d be sharing the entree, as was so common in a dinning facility of this caliber. 

"And would you like the Fondue Savoyarde, to start you off this evening, madame?” The server asked, collecting their menus and pressing them in against his side.

Mary Jane nodded quickly, pleased with his offer. “Please. And a bottle of chardonnay as well.” Wine and coke. This was what was becoming of the starlet who had settled with the West Coast Wolf. Ironically enough, it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She smiled, turning to face him as the server left to put in their order with the chef.

“Fondue Savoyarde,” she explained, “Is melted cheese, generally served with a entree of your dipping choice.” She smiled. “It’s an appetizer. Finger food while we wait on the main course.” She ticked a brow, “Which is duck and lamb tonight.” Her smile broadened further, realizing full well that he very well may have never tasted either. “It’s good, I promise.” She reassured him. “It’s a lot more flavorful and tender than beef or chicken.” Her nose wrinkled, arms crossing in front of her as she leaned in to take a small sip from the coca cola their server had for either of them. 

"So, Scott. Tell me something about yourself."

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