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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐎𝐓:

23. a one-sided kiss where my muse doesn’t respond back right away

          the second mj’s lips are upon hers, gwen is still.  something between shock and disbelief.  after all this time ..  after things had seemingly gotten in the way ... here they were.  with their lips on gwen’s.  ❝ mj ... wait ... ❞  she tries her best not to pull the other away too much.  but she just needs to be sure.  ❝ do you really want this?  i just dont want you doing something if it’s out of regret ❞

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oh ffs

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

brow  furrows  slightly  and  gwen  almost  feels  like  shaking  mj  by  the  shoulders.    confusion  spreading  across  her  features.    then  disdain.    for  a  flicker  of  a  second.    why  in  the  world  was  mj  choosing  to  be  poetic  now?    when  they  were  literally  in  the  face  of  death.

        ❝  𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐣,  𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?    𝐢  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐢’𝐦  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.    𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐢  𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.    𝐧𝐨𝐰.    𝐢  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝.    𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐭  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨.    𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐠𝐞𝐭.    𝐨𝐮𝐭.    𝐨𝐟.    𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  ❞

the  look  she  sends  mj  means  she’s  serious.    this  was  dangerous  enough.    and  she  was  already  worried  about  peter’s  safety.    mj’s  made  her  stomach  twist  even  more  because  of  how  un-superhuman  mj  is.

        ❝  𝐢  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐭.    𝐢  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  ❞

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𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓 // 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂

❝ who the fuck made you cry i’ll fucking rip their head off. ❞

          gwen presses the tissue beneath her eye.  a sniffle sounding from her.  shaking her head as she listens to mj get worked up.          ❝ meej it’s nothing.  please --  don’t worry about it ❞          her back against the head of her bed.  lower body covered by her duvet and a baby pink faux fur blanket.  she’s surrounded by pillows.  tissues.  and her water bottle.  

          mj didn’t need to know that gwen had been crying all day.  though, it’s not exactly hard to figure that out.  obvious by her red, puffy face.  the exhaustion that’s evident on her features.          ❝ i just want to watch sad movies and eat chocolate and cuddle with my best friend ❞

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“ are you cold or is it me? ”

𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

          gwen shakes her head.  barely clocking onto mj’s words.  a little confused for a moment.  since it definitely wasn’t cold today.  and when the penny drops, she looks over to them.  furrowing her brow.  ❝ you feeling okay, meej? ❞  her voice gentle as she crosses the space between them and presses her palm to their forehead.

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CAPTIVE

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

          she couldn’t remember the last time they had a storm this bad.  the city blanketed in white.  the snow trapping most within their homes.  or wherever they were when the storm hit badly.  which, for mj and gwen, happened to be at the oscorp building.  wherein gwen had decided she needed to work back late, and mj had decided to keep her company.

          there was no real logical series of events that lead them to this -- but here they were.  gwen’s knees either side of mj’s hips.  her pink blouse unbuttoned, revealing the white lace bra that she wore beneath.  particularly bright against her sun-kissed skin.  (thank god for the self tanner she’d decided to put on this week).

          gwen leans down and presses her lips to mj’s neck.  trailing her fingers over their bare thigh.  ❝ thank god we’re keeping ourselves warm ❞  gwen murmurs against mj’s skin.  lips tugging into a smile.