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@ofmichellejones
dependent michelle jones-watson for reshieldedhq. ━━ penned by summer.
acapsiicle:
“sorry, i – do you mind??” grinning a bit sheepishly, steve held up the pencil clutched between fingers, sketchbook opened to a fresh page. “i’ve been drawing mostly trees and other scenery today, so i figured it might be worth a shot to ask for an actual subject.”
@reshieldedstart
michelle was surprised by the sudden question, because she didn’t expect it at all, let alone from steve rogers of all people. this was really the kind of thing that someone would ask of mary jane, not her. “me? are you sure?” she asked, making sure she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself.
penniparker:
“ i just think ! ” and the spider girl perks up , excitement in her eyes as she thinks . she’s always been the type to enjoy the little things , to say the least ! “ i should be an absolute MENACE to the patriarchy , yanno ? FUCK MEN, they really don’t deserve shit . ” outside of uncle ben , of course .
the look in peni’s eyes was enough to make her excited to see what she had to say. she was practically buzzing, and michelle had to know what the rest of that sentence was. she laughed and nodded, a grin on her face. “i think you should be, too. i think we all should aspire to be menaces to the patriarchy,” she agreed. men were really the bane of her existence. or at least, they could be, anyway.
chairdood:
“ what , like .. getting married ? are you marrying someone ? “ to be fair , in his family , weddings took up about sixty percent of the so - called ‘ big news ‘ . “ or you’re like .. y’know … “ he trails off , gesturing to his own stomach . “ bun ? oven ? baking metaphor ? “
michelle tipped her head to the side, lifting an eyebrow. and then her eyes grew even wider. “what? no way in hell. do i seem like i’m in a place to be pregnant? i mean..., no, honestly, the idea of me marrying someone is pretty weird, too,” she said, shaking her head. “no, no, i’m going to grad school.” she thought that was better anyway.
rcdwiidxw:
“glad some girls around this city have each others backs” she smiles genuinely before nodding affirmatively “alright, to the nearest coffee place then? any preference?”
“i believe in women supporting women,” she said playfully, though she meant it. women had to support women in this world. “there’s this great place just a few blocks over. we can go there,” michelle said with a smile. “my name is michelle, by the way.”
“i have some news,” michelle said as they sat down on her couch, pizza on her coffee table. “it’s pretty big. like, you know, i mean, decently big. are you ready to hear it?” she said, picking up a slice and taking a bite. @chairdood
penniparker:
( @ofmichellejones ! )“ this professor is going to be the DEATH of me - ” peni whines as the two of them step out of their building , cheeks blowing up in distaste as she does so .“ how SEXIST does someone have to be for us to go to the college council or something ? seriously . i’m tired of fucking BRAD being called on and he gets the answer wrong anyways . ”
michelle could appreciate the dramatics of peni’s sentence. it was beyond irritating having to deal with sexists anywhere, but especially in professional settings. “i mean,” she started. “nothing stopping you from trying. but i just can’t guarantee that anyone will care.” they should, of course, but it didn’t seem like they did these days.
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ft . @ofmichellejones !
osburns:
she’s a part of harry he’ll never fully be able to reckon with — a part that’s easier to turn away from, to brush aside as he tries to position himself forward. she’s one of his oldest friends, and yet a drunken mistake. one of the greatest souls he’s ever known, and yet another name tacked onto the end of a long list of people who left too soon. who distanced themselves from harry when things got tough. he’d lost gwen stacy, and with her, mary jane. then in her wake, he’d lost michelle, too. of course, some cuts could be patched. like putting a bandaid on a bullet hole — if he didn’t think about gwen stacy, he didn’t have to grieve. if him and mary jane could keep lying to themselves, they could be together forever. but michelle ? she’s the wound that still stings. there’s no newfound sense of normality between the two of them, and harry’s inability to gain control of their friendship only drives him mad.
but she’s here, in front of him. right now, she’s alone. she’s not running away. he’s all but got her cornered. if harry can only act like the past few years haven’t happened, they can be normal. they can be okay. harry gives the brunette a thin-pressed smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, nodding his head in acceptance of the offer. “ know what ? you’re right, ” he agrees. “ there’s this café on fifth. it’s on me, if you wanna catch up. ”
there’s something about the way he was standing there, looking at her, that filled her stomach with this sinking feeling. there was this pit in her stomach, it somehow grew, snowballing the more they stood there and looked at each other. the silence between them lingered, it was palpable, and the longer it lasted, the longer she was watching him, waiting for him to say something, the more she felt like she could be sick. and michelle can’t even tell why, which is the worst part. is it that on some level, she still feels something for him? is it just that feeling of what could have been, always wondering what they could have had? was it knowing that mary jane was with him, and that intuitive feeling, inkling of an idea that things weren’t going as well as they could have been? the frustration that mary jane got him first, even though she loved him first? or the guilt that she’d never told her sister about any of it; the feelings or the kiss?
it could be any of it. it could be any combination. michelle didn’t think she’d ever be able to place it exactly. it pained her, the look in his eyes, knowing that he didn’t smile at her like he meant it the way he used to. not like her smile was as real as it once was. the smiles they were exchanging were the same, mirroring each other. but it hurt from him, and she wondered - briefly, because she already knew the answer - if it hurt him, too. a part of her wished that he’d said no, let them just part ways, but here she was, going to get a bite to eat with harry osborn. “i hear you’re set to be ceo soon. you sure you have the time for little old me?” she teased. “not that i won’t take free food,” she added, a playful grin on her face.
hotauntmay:
arm wraps around michelle’s shoulder and she gives the younger girl a gentle squeeze . she considered both jones girls to be one of her own , always inviting them over for dinner ( or even birthday shots when they got old enough ) .“ you and i both . and we could even have some beers - ” may says with a wiggle of her own shoulder .“ maybe , but you deserve to be heard nonetheless . ”
aunt may was always a comfort, and she valued her time more than she could put into words. michelle turned and smiled at her, amused by the way she wiggled her shoulders. she gave her a playful expression. “beers go well with thai,” she said casually. her expression softened a bit. “thank you. it’s easy to go unheard sometimes.”
rcdwiidxw:
“oh. i didn’t even see that….” she carefully takes her key-card from the young woman’s hand before offering her a faint smile, “thanks. most people in this city would rather leave it than speak to someone else, well in my experience….” she shrugs before putting the card back into her pocket, “can i get you a coffee or something… as thanks, y’know?”
michelle returned the smile easily, ignoring the man who had earned her scorn. “and leave another woman to suffer? couldn’t be me,” she said with a shrug. not to say she wasn’t like most people, but she had a hard time not helping people when it was so obvious and easy to do so. “absolutely. i love coffee. i was just headed there now.”
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@grlslay
𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 ⇢ 𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔢 : happy valentine’s day. we’re apparently a good romantic pair. cute 𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 ⇢ 𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔢 : i don’t really have anything going on today, so if you’re free, we could hang out, watch a movie, play a video game or something. i have a little gift for you! 𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 ⇢ 𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔢 : strictly platonic, of course @arrwette
greatresponsibility:
He was grateful for her, a moment of familiarity in the midst of unsteady ground. He’d spent the last months falling, his web broken mid-swing, the ground rushing up endlessly to meet him but never quite hitting. One of his oldest friends, still here, still pretending it hadn’t all gone off the rails. He was grateful, too, for her relentless lack of optimism. “Yeah, I know, think about the years of suffering I could’ve just avoided with a good snack. Damn. This is a turning point, Michelle. I can feel it.” Peter gave her a sheepish look. “I don’t know. I think I fucked up whatever pull I had with them when… Well. I’m not really a poster boy anymore. I mean, I am, but super the wrong kind of poster.”
absentmindedly, she scratched her head, putting on an expression as if she were really thinking it over. “what a shame. good news, though. now you have the cure. we’ll just have to stock up. this is the turning point you needed,” she said, her tone still sarcastic. he was ridiculous, but it was one of his charms. michelle took a bite of her own spring roll. “poster boy or not, you can probably get a word in. i don’t think i could do anything to get anyone to even hear me out. maybe you can threaten them,” she teased lightly.
a person would suspect that if michelle jones-watson were going to spend any time or energy shopping or doing her hair, that it would be with her sister of all people. but that wasn’t true. there were a lot of reasons, some subconscious, others active choices, but the main one was that michelle liked doing those things with her friend julie. she really kind of liked everything she did with julie, actually. it was nice, having friends, which was a given, but it was something michelle didn’t take for granted. as they walked through the store, she reached out and touched a necklace tentatively. “what do you think? would this work on me?” @lightspeeds
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@chairdood
grlslay:
𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐃 between glossed lips , spicy moon had been mary jane’s comfort food ever since the blip . an easy coping mechanism to deal with the loss of family , aunt anna no longer as youthful as she once had been . chunk of life torn from perfectly manicured fingertips . through it all , there were things to look up to . . . like michelle . hadn’t lost her sister , hadn’t lost any time with her but mj had always been consumed with the life of others . a sort of escapism from a broken home life . she’s flighty , doesn’t call much — she could blame it on a busy schedule . truth was , she was running . hiding behind the façade of her superstar lifestyle to ignore the people that loved her most . mary jane was never meant to be a family girl . ❝ mm , did you ? ❞ napkin is placed against pouted lips , quirk of her brow shooting upward as she maneuvered to the back of kitchen chair . ❝ it’s actually pretty sick , people actually really like me . or like , they pretend they do , which is just as good . is that bad ? i think i’m friends with doja cat ? can you believe that ? oh my god , you have to come to this label party with me . there’s going to be a ton of celebs there , bella hadid , kendall jenner . . . it’s gonna be crazy . ❞
it’d be a weird thing to lie about. and surely mary jane knew her music was all over the radio. michelle simply nodded, glancing over at her. “when has anyone not liked you?” she asked, her eyebrows pulling together. “they definitely like your music, regardless of how they feel about you,” she added. that was wild. michelle didn’t really get how it worked. you became famous, and suddenly you had connected with everyone? “i can’t. what’s she like then?” she asked, pouring herself coffee and taking a drink. “oh, i don’t think so. i don’t even want to party with bella hadid and kendall jenner.” she barely wanted to party at all, actually. all she wanted was to see her sister on occasion. she supposed if the only way that was going to happen was by having to drag herself to a party at her sister’s, then maybe she’d begrudgingly go through with it.