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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 using book slang with Peter,
Michelle: Wanna chapter 55?
Peter:
Peter, softly: What?
Michelle: nvm
Mj wouldn't wear a garter belt at her wedding... It'd be a black strip with a knife strapped to it.
Spideychelle WIP
She was on her feet, yelling, the controlled, polite speech lost in her bursting anguish for freedom. "Everything is for my own good. Everything! But you aren't telling me the truth. You know why you don't want me to go on this trip? Because of Peter, you just don't like him."
She sucked In her breath, almost sobbing, shocked at herself and yet glad. Her mother had a disapproving look, the Jones family were a happy family, but these days a strange restlessness had come into it.
"No," Michelle's mother admitted. "I don't think Peter is good for you. I don't like your association with him."
Michelle took a breath, all her heart and soul pouring into the next words, "I love Peter, he's my best friend!" And possibly more than that to her.
"His parents are dead," her mother said quietly. "And he lives with his aunt, doesn't he? His uncle is dead as well-"
"His past has nothing to do with how amazing he is!" Michelle cried, pain laced in her voice. "He had nothing to do with the death of his parents, it isn't like he killed them! Why can't you see there isn't anything wrong with-"
"We won't discuss it further." Her mother's voice was now like steel. She stood up. She hesitated, pitying her daughter, and tried to soften it with logic. "Remember, Michelle, every time we've disagreed, it turned out I knew what I was talking about."
But she didn't listen any longer. Michelle turned towards the door and blindly ran to Peter's house, she didn't care what her mother thought, Peter and Ned were her only friends and she wasn't leaving them.
Michelle Jones and 9 for the art meme thing?
Michelle Jones, three different expressions art request
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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."
Spideychelle Valentines Day Special
Gif not by me
"C'mon dude, just suck it up, walk over to her, and give her the flowers." Ned pestered a flushed Peter. There was no way he could walk over to the most beautiful girl in the world and give her some lame flowers.
First off, he was nowhere near her cool factor. Secondly, does Mj even like flowers? And third, he was just stalling…
"That's hard, Ned!" He looked between Mj's locker and the exit behind him. "I know… This is just my payback for pushing me to ask Betty out on a date last week," Ned smiled at the thought of his new girlfriend. "That's completely different. Betty likes you, and it's painfully obvious that she'd say yes,"
Ned sighed for what felt like the trillionth time today. "And how was I supposed to know she'd say yes?" Peter stayed quiet for a second before realizing Ned was right.
"See. Now take your chances, it's Friday and most likely the last time you'll see her before Valentine's day,"
Before Peter was given the chance to reply, the bell saved him from being the next drawing in Michelle's crisis sketchbook.
"Welp, looks like fate said no." Ned protested at Peter's runaway, but he knew that his buddy had spiderman things to do.
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No one would suspect the one and only Spiderman to have girl troubles. But when you're a huge dork underneath the spandex that-not to mention-has to stay a secret, well, then you're sorta screwed.
Leave it up to Flash to make Peter believe no one could love his geeky side.
Stumbling on his feet as he swiftly landed on a roof, Peter noticed an oddly familiar figure sitting in the side. He attempted to regain his balance while he made his way over to the entity.
"Hey," he softly greeted, feet kicking off the edge and looking out at the horizon in front of him. "Hey…, Spidey," It was Michelle. Why would Michelle be here?
"I- uhh...are you alright?" he asked timidly, still stunned at the sight of Michelle. “No, but that doesn’t matter at the moment,” Sceptical, Peter prepped his next question. “Sure it does, I mean, it should,” Mj just sighed, to her knowledge, spiderman didn’t know her, neither did he care for her feelings.
“Since when did ‘Spiderman’ care about a teenage girl’s boy troubles,” Well, the answer was never… But he was extremely interested in this particular teenage girl’s love life. “I’ll have you know I’m a teenager myself,” Bad move.
Michelle looked up at him, unbelievingly. “What?” Damn it, Parker, you idiot. “I said… “I’ll have you know I”-” She interrupted his customary ramble. “Woah, woah, woah. Don’t try to cover it up, you said you are a teenager,”
“Were. I was.” Narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow, Mj finally turned to face him. That’s when Peter noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Flowers?” I guess it was a good thing I didn’t ask her… “You want ‘em?” She motioned the Lillies toward him, mentally begging for him to take them because she had no idea what to do with the flowers later. Probably throw them off the side of this building and cry over how stupid she was to allow herself to even remotely like someone.
Might as well accept them from her then give them to her…
Taking the flowers, Peter examined them closely, noticing how perfect they looked, he felt bad. “They were for this boy I’ve liked since eighth grade, but,” her pitch changed to something intriguing, “I saw him around the corner with his best friend holding flowers, pretty certain they were for someone else…” She pressed her lips together into a tight, exaggerated smile.
“How do you know they weren’t for you?” His heart ached at the fact that Michelle liked someone else, but he wasn’t Peter right now. He was your supporting, Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman. “I’m not sure why they would be for me…” Now, it hurt him that Michelle liked someone else, but what hurt him even more was the fact that she thought there was no reason for someone to like her back.
His masked eyes narrowed into slits. “There’s plenty of reasons!” Michelle raised another eyebrow at the spider. “You barely know me?” Spiderman doesn't but Peter does. “I know enough by just talking on this roof that there’s a massive list of amazing things about you hidden somewhere in someone’s pocket,” Stifling a laugh, Mj regained herself to quip back at Peter. “If so, then that’s creepy,”
Peter didn’t fail to notice how he already made her laugh, at least he could make her happy. It was silent for a moment before Michelle said something that instantly stuck with him.
“His name is Peter,” Peter… Like, me Peter, or a different Peter? “I- What?” To his dismay, Peter’s voice just kept getting higher, it was bound for something he didn’t mean to say to come out. “Like, Peter…?” “Parker…?” She finished his sentence in the same stupid pitch as he started it, clearly mocking him. “What? Do you know him?” That’s when her panic started to settle in. “If you do, don’t tell him! God, that would be so embarrassing…”
Inside the suit, there were alarms going off in his flushed pink head. She liked him, him. Peter had to clear his throat before he answered, he was so thankful Michelle couldn’t see his face right now. “I don’t know… a Peter,” Michelle hummed.
“What makes you think he wouldn’t like you though…?” I thought it was painfully obvious… “I don’t think there’s much to like about me… I’m a huge dick to everyone, especially him. Which sucks, because whenever I try to have a normal conversation with him I end up acting like a Jerk. it’s not like I try to, I don’t wanna hurt him,” She rambled, her hands flailing around. “Maybe… He likes it,” I do, and I think it’s even cuter because you’re trying to be nice. “Highly doubt it,”
He wanted to hug her close. To be able to let her know that he loves everything about her. From her frizzy brown hair to her jerky insights, everything Michelle did made his heart flutter and it certainly is one of the best feelings out there. (One of the first being the butterflies she gives him)
“Do you ever plan on telling him?” Mj took a deep breath, the many thoughts of what his reaction would be running through her head. “No… I don’t think I will,”
“Well, then you’d never know,”
“I do know, and the answer would be no,”
Her answer was so confident it pained him. “I oughta get going now,” The spider looked up to see Michelle picking herself up off the ground. “Thanks again, give the flowers to someone nice, or keep ‘em, I couldn’t care less,” She gave a small wave and opened the door from the roof to the inside of the building.
“Bye, Spidey,”
Peter: Don't you care?
Mj: I can't afford to.
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Marvel Women x Reader Masterlist!
Natasha Romanoff
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Michelle Jones
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Alright Loser
Words: 95
Pairing: Michelle Jones x Fem!Reader
Imagine: Meeting up with your girlfriend at homecoming
I don’t think you understand I NEED more MJ fanfics there aren’t enough
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.”
