My MJ
Summary: An AU Where You Are Spider Man Or Spider Woman And You Best Friend Michael Jackson Is Your MJ
Warning(s): Fluff
A/N: I Haven’t Seen Any Fics With This Idea Yet. Please Follow, Like, Reblog. My Request Are Open.
“Okay, let’s do this one more time. My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past few years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I’ve saved people, saved cities, and gotten knocked down more times than I can count. But after everything, I still love being Spider-Woman. No matter how many hits I take, I always get back up… because there’s only one Spider.”
That thought echoed in your head as you slipped through your apartment window and landed softly on the floor. You peeled the mask from your face with a tired sigh, tossing it onto the couch before collapsing backward onto your bed. For a moment, everything was quiet.
Then your alarm screamed. You groaned into your pillow. “Right. Civilian life.” As much as you loved swinging through New York, you were also just… Y/N. A woman with bills, responsibilities, and a best friend who needed help today.
That best friend being Michael Jackson. Michael had asked you to help photograph concepts for his upcoming album, and despite your immediate “yes,” nerves had been chewing at you all morning. You liked photography, loved it, actually but Michael was a perfectionist when it came to his art. You didn’t want to disappoint him.
You were adjusting the lens on your camera when a knock sounded at the door. Opening it, you were immediately greeted by a bright smile.
“Hi, Tiger.” You laughed softly at the nickname. “Hiya, MJ. Come in.” Michael stepped inside your apartment comfortably, like he’d done a thousand times before. Which he had.
He dropped onto your couch with a dramatic sigh. “You know, one day you’re gonna move someplace fancy, and I’m gonna miss this apartment.” You snorted. “Please. You’re the rich one here.”
“Money doesn’t make a place feel like home.” Your chest warmed at that. You quickly turned away before he could notice. “So,” Michael said, rubbing his hands together excitedly, “ready to show me the pictures?”
You handed him the camera nervously. “I’m just praying they meet your ‘great standards.’” Michael gasped dramatically. “My standards are perfectly reasonable.” “You made a lighting guy cry once.”“He was rude first.” You laughed as Michael began scrolling through the photos.
Slowly, his eyes widened. Then widened more. And more. “This one!” he suddenly exclaimed, turning the camera toward you. It was a candid shot of him laughing mid-spin, curls flying around his face under the studio lights. Completely natural. Completely him.
Relief flooded your body. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought I messed them up.” Michael looked at you like you’d said something ridiculous. “Y/N, you could never mess up.” His voice softened. “You see people differently than everyone else does.”
Your heart skipped. “You make people look…” Michael searched for the word. “Loved.” You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on your camera bag.
“Oh, don’t flatter me.” “I’m serious.” And he was. Michael had always looked at you like you hung the stars. Even as kids.
-Flashback- Years Ago:
“You’re weird.” Little Michael stood frozen as the other children laughed at him. His shoulders were tense, tiny hands balled into fists. Then little you stepped between him and the group. “No,” you said firmly. “You’re mean.” The kids scattered after sticking their tongues out. Michael stared at you in shock. “You aren’t gonna laugh at me?” he asked quietly. You blinked. “Why would I be?” “…People usually do.” You shrugged and held out your juice box. “Wanna share?” Michael smiled then. A real smile. And from that moment on, he was attached to your side.
-Flashback Over-
Back in the present, the TV droned softly in the background as the evening news came on. A familiar image flashed across the screen. Spider-Woman swinging between buildings. “Spider-Woman stops attempted robbery downtown.”
Michael leaned forward slightly. “I can’t imagine how hard she works,” he murmured. “Fighting criminals, saving people…” His expression softened. “I wonder if anyone looks after her.” You swallowed.
“I think she’s got it handled,” you said carefully. “Besides, you work hard too.” “Not like her.” You tried not to smile. What Michael didn’t know was that he’d met Spider-Woman plenty of times.
Spider-Woman had stopped stalkers before they got too close. Intercepted threats. Prevented break-ins. Stopped kidnappings before they even happened. Things Michael never even knew about.
You always told yourself it was because protecting the city meant protecting him too. But deep down? You just couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to him. And honestly, being Spider-Woman made things easier.
Under the mask, flirting felt effortless. Confident. Natural. But as Y/N? You felt like a complete coward.
Michael glanced over at you. “You know, Spider-Woman reminds me of you sometimes.” Your eyes widened. “What?” “She’s stubborn. Smart.” He smiled teasingly. “Bossy.” “I am not bossy.” “You threatened a producer with your camera once.” “He deserved it. Michael laughed loudly at that. God, you loved that sound.
Hours passed quickly between jokes, stories, music discussions, and Michael somehow stealing half your snacks. Eventually, the sky outside darkened completely. Michael stood reluctantly. “Today was fun, Y/N, but I should get going.”
“You sure?” you asked immediately. “It’s late.” “I’ll be okay.” “MJ…” He smiled gently. “I’m not a kid.” You crossed your arms. “Debatable.” Michael laughed before grabbing his jacket. “I’ll call you when I get home.”
You sighed dramatically before pulling him into a hug. Michael melted into it instantly. He always did. And for just a second, neither of you moved away. “You smell nice,” Michael mumbled into your shoulder. You blinked. “That was smooth.” “I panicked halfway through saying it.” You burst out laughing.
Eventually, he pulled away with pink cheeks.l “Goodnight, Tiger.” “Night, MJ.”
The second he left, your smile faded into concern. Tonight had been supposed to be your day off. But Michael walking home alone? Absolutely not.
You suited up quickly and slipped out the window into the night air.
Michael walked quietly down the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. Then suddenly— “Hey!” A group of men stepped from the shadows. Michael immediately backed up. “Well, well,” one sneered. “Look who we found.” Michael clenched his jaw. Normally, he could handle himself. Growing up with brothers taught him that much. But seven against one? Not ideal.
Before anyone could move—*THWIP*. A web yanked one thug straight into a wall. Another got kicked unconscious instantly. The rest barely had time to react before Spider-Woman dropped into the middle of the alley. “You boys seriously need hobbies.” Within seconds, they were unconscious.
Michael stared in awe as Spider-Woman dusted off her gloves casually. “Hello there, Mr. Jackson.” Michael smiled immediately. “Hi, Miss Spider-Woman.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry you had to save me again.” “No worries,” you replied smoothly. “Kinda my thing.” Michael laughed softly. And God, hearing him laugh while looking at you like that behind the mask made your stomach flip every single time.
After the police were called, you helped him home. “Well,” Michael said once you reached his gate, “thank you again.” “Just stay safe, Michael.”
Without thinking, you leaned down slightly toward him. Toward his cheek. But Michael gently stepped back. Your heart dropped instantly.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But that was a one-time thing.”
-Flashback- Two Months Ago:
Spider-Woman had saved Michael after a dangerous stalker incident outside a studio. Michael had been shaking afterward. Before leaving, Spider-Woman kissed his cheek impulsively. Michael had stood there frozen red-faced while she swung away. He touched his cheek for almost an entire hour afterward. But later that night? He stared at a photo of you smiling beside him. And quietly whispered: “I wish it was her.”
-Flashback Over-
Back in the present, you forced a smile despite your heartbreak. “Oh… who do you like?” Michael’s expression changed instantly. Soft. Dreamy.
“Her name’s Y/N.” Your breath caught. “She’s talented,” he said quietly. “And funny. She makes me feel normal.” He laughed softly to himself. “She’s the only person who’s ever treated me like I’m just Michael.” Every word hit straight into your chest.
“She remembers little things,” he continued. “Like what my favorite candy is. Or when I’m overwhelmed before I even say anything.” He smiled shyly. “And when she takes pictures of me… I don’t feel lonely anymore.” Your eyes burned slightly.
“You’re amazing too, Spider-Woman,” Michael said sincerely. “But Y/N already has my heart.” He looked down bashfully. “I just need to stop being a coward and tell her.” You felt like your heart might explode.
Michael smiled to himself as he turned toward the door. But before he could go inside, You dropped down from your web again.
“Tiger.” Michael paused. “…Excuse me?”, You slowly tilted your head. “Isn’t that what you call me?” Confusion spread across his face. “What?”
“You started calling me Tiger after I told you tigers were my favorite animal,” you said softly. “And because we dressed as matching tigers for Halloween when we were kids.” Michael’s eyes widened slowly. “No way…”
Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled off your mask. Michael’s jaw dropped completely. “Y/N…?” You smiled nervously upside down. “Surprise?” “Y-you’re Spider-Woman?”
“I know I should’ve told you sooner,” you admitted softly. “I just… I didn’t know how. But if you want to be with me, then you deserve to know all of me.” For a moment, Michael just stared.
Then suddenly he walked forward quickly, hands cupping your face carefully like you were something precious. “Oh, Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly. “You are so silly.” Your heart pounded. “I already love all of you.” And then he kissed you. Soft. Warm. Perfect. Like every almost-confession, every longing stare, every lingering touch had finally led here.
When you finally pulled apart, Michael rested his forehead against yours. “So…” he whispered shyly, “if Spider-Woman isn’t too busy tonight… maybe she should come inside?” You grinned. “Anything you want, MJ.”
