Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

First Dates Are Lame

Request: can you please please plase do a michelle x reader fic like idk new girl and michelle please you're so good and i need a michelle fic by anon

Pairings: Michelle x Reader

Word Count: 1209

Important Notes: If you liked this, I might be open to be doing more female character x reader fics, just as long as it isn't seen as offensive. I'm straight, and was very hesitant to post this in fear of offending anyone (I asked members of my group chat who identify as LGBTQ+, and they mentioned I wasn't being offensive toward them by fulfilling this request). If me writing about Bi/Lesbian characters offends you, please let me know! I will stick to just Tom Holland if it offends anyone.

Michelle hated most things – most people. She had a limited amount of people and things she tolerated. She had an even fewer number of people and things that she had patience for. She knew people from observation and, to her, that was close enough to having 'friends'. But, when she joined the decathlon team, she didn't mean to actually enjoy (most) of the team's company. She was even more surprised to learn how hurt she'd felt when Liz announced she was moving. She would have never thought that she'd feel good – appreciated – when she was announced new captain of decathlon and everyone clapped for her (she'd never admit it, but she felt almost giddy). She didn't think she'd find herself telling Ned Leeds, along with the rest of the decathlon team, that they could call her MJ – that her friendscalled her MJ, a nickname she'd obtained from her uncle at an early age.

She walked around school now knowing that she had friends – people she actually called friends. She was still closed off, the only indicator that anyone was friends with her was if they were allowed to call her MJ. Then, one day, she was walking down the hall toward the gym, after a bathroom break, her head in her book of the week, when Principal Morita stopped her in the hallway. She internally groaned, not that she needed to make any noise to show that she was annoyed, turned around and squinted her eyes, seeing a new face next to the principal. She slowly made her way over, taking in the fresh face before diverting her attention toward Morita.

"Michelle, I need you to take, uh –," he paused to read your name off his clipboard, "(Y/N), yes, to the gym. She just got in today and it's her first day. That okay?" Michelle knew that she wouldn't have a choice and that the question was rhetorical, so she simply nodded her head to invite you to follow her. It was silent for just a few seconds, which Michelle hadn't minded (she wouldn't admit this either but, something about being next to you made her nervous), but then the silence was broken.

"Michelle? You're on the decathlon team, right?" Michelle stiffly nodded her head, not knowing how in the world this new girl would know that. "Principal Morita told me I should talk to you about joining decathlon – I'd really love to."

"We have meetings on Tuesday's and Thursday's, sometimes on Friday's, three to five." You nodded your head, glancing at the book in her hand.

"Sylvia Plath? I love her. 'I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again'." Michelle looked up from her book, her eyes wide as she stared at you. You didn't look at her directly, but you smiled, seeing her expression from your peripheral vision. "She was my first crush – well, my first crush on a woman." Michelle nodded, not quite registering what you'd said. And then the rest of the walk back was silent, Michelle looking at you from time to time, seeing the content look on your face making her feel at ease. Maybe getting to know people wasn't as bad as she made it seem.

The vibrating phone on the nightstand woke Michelle up: 3:09 AM. She groaned, only picking up the phone after seeing who was calling. "It's three am, you better have a good reason for waking me up." Michelle didn't need a reason – over the past six months of knowing you, if it were you, she'd stop whatever she was doing to be there. Not that she'd let you, or anyone, know that... not yet.

"Open your window, let me in and find out!" Before she could question you, you had hung up. With her eyebrows pulled in and her eyes still heavy from barely waking up, she clumsily stumbled out of bed, knocking over a few things from her nightstand as she maneuvered her way around the room to flip the light switch. She cautiously walked toward the window, pulling open the curtains to see you balancing on the tree outside of her house. She shook her head at you, opening the window and quickly helping you in.

"What the hell are you doing here at three in the morning?" You shrugged, leaning out of the window and pulling the basket you had brought with you in and setting it on her floor. You reached your hand up and bopped her nose.

"Just missed you, MJ!" You sat on the floor, pulling the contents of the basket out. Michelle was still a little flustered from your subtle touch of affection, not sitting down until you tugged on her hand, signaling for her to join you. "I packed us a picnic."

"A picnic?" She questioned, picking up a peanut butter sandwich, "At three in the morning?" You nodded, nudging her with your shoulder, picking out the chocolate covered strawberries and waving them in her face.

"Romantic, aren't I?" Michelle laughed lightly, shaking her head while unwrapping the sandwich – she knew better than to further question your actions. "Yeah, you know – I was just laying in bed earlier, after we had hung-up, and I couldn't think of a plausible reason as to why you hadn't asked yet–!"

"Why I hadn't asked what?" Michelle questioned, her mouth full and her eyes innocent, oblivious to what all of this was.

"Why you hadn't asked me out, obviously," you paused, reaching into the basket and giving Michelle a water. She had choked on the bread she was eating, her throat running dry after hearing what you'd said. You waited a moment, waiting for her coughs to cease before continuing, "Then, it hit me! Maybe Michelle doesn't like first dates. I don't like them. They're awkward, too public, you never know what to do or how to act. So, I decided to make this an unofficial-official first date. We get the awkward out of the way, you know?" Michelle's face burned with embarrassment – hearing her best friend (she didn't know when she had given her that title – maybe it was the Sylvia Plath quote) basically admit to having feelings for her – feelings that she returned – was overwhelming, but in the best way. "You do like me, right?"

Michelle realized she hadn't said anything through this whole thing, only giving you a 'deer-caught-in-headlights' look. Michelle quickly drank another gulp of water, trying to clear her throat from the thick peanut butter, nodding all the while. "Yes!" She managed to squeak out. "I do – I just, I didn't think you liked me... like that? I guess. I just thought we were, you know, cool with each other." You smiled leaning in to kiss her cheek, smiling wider when you felt the warmth of shyness against your lips.

"We are cool with each other, now we're just cool with each other... with benefits." You gave her a wink, smiling when she shook her head, the red deepening on her face as she nudged you, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek as well.

"You're a nerd."

"Maybe, but you like a nerd – now, stop ruining our first date!"