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Anything for You

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     As you and Michelle walk into the cafe together, you see that Wanda and Nat were already there, sitting in a corner booth. It wasn’t hard to spot them considering they never sit with their backs to the exits and that their bright red hair colors allowed them to stand out (not very spy-like of Natasha, in your opinion). 

     They both smile in your direction and you reciprocate the action, walking towards them. Once you reach the booth, both women give you each a hug that warmed you internally. When greetings were finished, MJ motioned for you to slide in first, knowing that you like the comfort and security of sitting on the inside and against the wall (something she figured out on the first date when you insisted she sit next to you instead of on the other side of the table).

     You all eventually got settled and let the serene atmosphere of the cafe wash over you. 

     “We already ordered for the both of you,” Wanda said, breaking the silence gently. 

     “And how did you know what we wanted?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. She raised hers up in response and you immediately backed down. “Nevermind, I don’t need to know.” 

     Both Nat and MJ chuckled at your antics. Before the conversation could continue any further, the server came around with your drinks and pastries. Natasha had, unsurprisingly, gotten a black coffee and an almond croissant. Wanda got some sugary drink and a banana loaf. 

     You recieved a simple tea (coffee made you jittery and you were already shaky enough) and a cookie. An iced latte was placed in front of your girlfriend (she was always drinking something cold regardless of the weather) and a danish.

     Once the waiter left, you all began digging into your desserts and taking sips of your warm drinks (bar Michelle) hoping to warm up a bit. Winter in New York was no joke.

     As the three other women engaged in conversation, mainly about how MJ’s classes went for the first semester, you couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her danish. It looked like it could satisfy every single need you had right now. 

     Suddenly, you felt a knee nudge against yours. Looking up, you glance into brown eyes that held a soft stare. 

     “You want some?” Michelle asks gently, nodding in the direction of her food. 

     You nod sheepishly, knowing it’s a frequent habit of yours to ask for anything that she’s eating. 

     But, once again, she has no problem with it. Michelle would share everything with you if she could. Without hesitation, she tears her danish in half and puts it on a napkin to slide over to you. You smile at her gratefully and she gives your thigh a squeeze underneath the table before turning back to Wanda and Nat. 

       You stare at the table as you take the first bite. It tasted better coming from Michelle than if you would’ve gotten it yourself. As you chew and submerge into your thoughts, you stare at your cookie that you only took a bite out of. Glancing over, you see your girlfriend deep in her conversation with the two across from you. You heard the word midterm floating around there somewhere. 

     Straightening up with your idea, you pull the plate the cookie’s on into your lap, hopeful that it wouldn’t clatter too hard against the table since you were trying extra hard to be sneaky (if any of them heard something, they didn’t acknowledge it). With shaky hands, you pull the soft apart in two pieces. One piece was significantly larger than the other and you furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. You used to be able to split things in half much better than this. You tried not to dwell on it, though--Michelle told you to be kinder and more gentle with yourself. 

     You take another look at your girlfriend and see her waving her hands around as she talks. You love when she speaks about something she has passion for.

     Placing the larger piece of the cookie on the napkin that just so happened to be in front of you, you slide it slowly towards your girlfriend. 

     MJ sees it in the corner of her eye and stops talking for a second. She looks over at you and smiles, taking a bite of the cookie before starting the conversation up again. 

     For the rest of the outing, you stare at her side profile while she pretends not to notice. You pitch into the conversation every now and again but they all catch onto the fact that you’re otherwise preoccupied with something else. 

     Before you know it, the three are standing up and you’re left to follow their lead because you have absolutely no idea what was going on. Wanda and Nat tell you that you all will have to schedule another double date sometime because, in Nat’s words, they need to get to know their future daughter-in-law better (Wanda giggles at both you and Michelle’s flustered states). 

     You walk out together but go separate ways once out of the building. MJ helps you put your gloves back on and gets your beanie situated on your head (you were thankful you had slicked your hair back because you’d be freezing without it).

     Your girlfriend offers her arm to you and without missing a beat you link yours with hers. The two of you walk back to your apartment while window shopping, taking mental notes on what to get each other for the holidays. 

     You may be freezing your ass off right about now but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Michelle Jones x Reader WIP

You walked into homecoming, searching for your wonderful girlfriend. 'Wonderful' as in as soon as you made eye contact with her, she gave you a giddy smile and pulled out her middle finger. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you lightly jogged up to Michelle. 

"Hey, loser," Stifling a scoff you quickly shot back with your lamest attempt at trash-talking, "You're the loser." Mj raised an eyebrow at your antics. "Hm, alright. But just shut up and leave here with me," You hummed softly, brushing some of her frizzy hair behind her ear. 

"Alright… Loser."

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Alright Loser

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Pairing: Michelle Jones x Fem!Reader

Imagine: Meeting up with your girlfriend at homecoming