I Dont Think You Understand I NEED More MJ Fanfics There Arent Enough

I don’t think you understand I NEED more MJ fanfics there aren’t enough

Part of Pharohs halloween costume is here 😂

Friends are Lovers

MJ x Fem!Reader

She’s warm in all the places she is cold. 

Michelle hadn’t particularly expected gaining a crush on her best friend but, quite frankly it was impossible not to.

It’s dusk. She sleeps peacefully on the bed as she takes in all her features. The slight curl in her eyelashes, the arch in her brows, the way her lips part softly, as she breathes in all the love Michelle, has to give and exhales her own content. 

She wishes she would wake up. To take a look at those mesmerizing eyes for even just a moment. 

She finds herself leaning down, getting closer to her, closing the space between them and she feels her breath stop. She had never seen someone as beautiful as her, as enthralling as she was. 

Her palms are sweaty and even through the thick cushioning of her blanket, she finds herself slipping and falling on her chest.

If Michelle could die from embarrassment she is sure she would pass away now. She stays perfectly still, afraid of the repercussions coming to face her shortly.

She lifts her head up ever so slightly and peers her eyes up to focus on her. She sees her shifting, eyes fluttering open, a yawn escaping past her lips before she can stop it.

She’s looking at her now. Those enchanting, sparkly, mesmerizing eyes, take time out of their day to look at her, Michelle, she feels honored and unworthy all at once. She thinks her heart may stop at this moment. A picture-perfect moment her curly hair is splayed on her cheek. 

“Hey stranger” she groggily whispers, softly clearing her throat after the action. 

“Hi” Michelle finds herself mumbling back. She feels as if she is going to combust right then and there.

She reaches out for Michelle’s hand which she happily accepts interlocking their fingers immediately. She brushes the back of her palm with her thumb. A soft smile is on her face. Michelle is the reason why she is smiling and fireworks go off in her chest. 

“I had a dream about you…about us.”

Michelle has to calm her heart rate down as she asks her, “what about us?”

“It was silly but…I loved it. We had our own apartment here in the city. I have no idea how we could afford it but-”

The two share a soft laugh, eyes twinkling at one another.

“But it was nice. It was just us.” She smiles at her again before whispering “I love you, Michelle”

Michelle grins back, “not more than I love you more, Y/n.”

summer

A bead of sweat rolls off of her neck and right onto her chest. The air conditioner had broken a couple of weeks back and with the middle of the heatwave going on right now, she could feel every part of it. Her mother would have scolded her for waiting so long to fix an appliance but, with no job and a whole bunch of student loans she couldn’t necessarily afford to pay for it at this time. 

A part of her wishes she was still a little naive girl. One who lives with her mother, who so diligently takes care of her. One that doesn’t have to worry about taxes or insurance. One who can enjoy the world as it truly is, the simplicity of not having to worry about what to do next but, rather focus on the present.

She gets up from her spot on the couch and grabs a hold of the edge of the window and pulls with all she can upwards. She feels the humidity of the air from outside hit her stomach. Letting out a sigh she waddles over to her closet, pulling the door handle and watching it open. In front of her lies a mess of clothes, books, and a couple of tools. To her credit, she had tried to clean up a bit by stacking the books sloppily atop one another and pushing them off to the side. The clothes were another story, just thrown in there in a hurry as if to say this will be done another day. 

She lazily throws her clothes out of the closet before seeing the edge of her white prize. Excitedly she pulls her clothes faster than before and gives a bright smile to her newfound fan.

She rushes over to the window she left ajar not even a couple of minutes ago and shoves the fan in. She grabs the cord and plugs it into the outlet which conveniently is right next to the window. Immediately cool air comes through and she lets out a sigh before quickly placing herself in front of it.

Three sharp taps hit her front door which takes her out of her pure bliss immediately. She peers at the door before another three knocks come raining down. She sighs and stumbles up from the chair. Peering through her peephole she rolls her eyes as she sees the tall lanky man standing in front of her door through the fisheye lens.

Unhooking the chain and unlocking the door she fully opens her door completely and walks away from it, allowing it to fall. She goes back to her previous position in front of the fan and closes her eyes

The man quickly grabs a hold of the door and scampers in. 

“Lock the door will you”

He chuckles and follows her command making sure to fasten the bolt. 

He pulls at the collar of his shirt as he walks further into her apartment. A couple of new pieces of art catch his eyes and he admires them briefly before grabbing a chair and pulling it up to her. 

“It’s awful hot in here”

“Really I couldn’t tell,” she remarks, sarcasm dripping through her voice. She flicks his forehead as if to scold him. 

The two of them sit in comfortable silence for a couple more minutes before he clears his throat. 

“Wanna go back to my place?”

She scoffs at his question and gets up from the chair going to unlock the door. She slips on some shoes and opens the door. She looks at him from over her shoulder.

“You coming?”

Rihanna and Courage the Cowardly Dog out and about in NYC