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michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had
taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new
she isn’t very happy about The Move
comes from a loving family
she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her
bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her
mother, family movie nights were every friday
parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported
also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so
intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too
because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so
what else is she gonna do?
her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and
mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give
them weird looks
she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those
who are silenced
now cue mj going to high school in new york
joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
who the fuck does this kid think he is
all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to
know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really
well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind
of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic
decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS
A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
quick note, cause some people are hitting this point, and others are missing it; those panels between Wrathia and Ava may be sexual charged, may have seductive poses, but the panels and what’s happening in them isn’t sexual.
Wrathia isn’t getting off on it and neither is Ava. literally neither of them are thinking “great, time to fuck”, it’s just Wrathia being, to put it plainly, a manipulative abuser.
all Ava’s life, Wrathia has abused her, from calling her names, to physically abusing her, even attempting to make Ava kill herself. what’s currently happening is that Ava has done part of Wrathia’s bidding and done it well; she unleashed hell on Titan HQ and massacred thousands upon thousands of people, and Wrathia is relishing in it. this is exactly what she wanted, at least in part; Titan HQ was just the beginning but Ava has done something good in Wrathia’s eyes and so she’s playing sweet, calling Ava “dear” and holding her intimately, as if she’s dancing with her. she’s being sweet and Ava is drunk on the power high she’s just experienced and she’s floating along with it, too drunk off the power to really notice what Wrathia is doing.
it’s not sexual. it’s not paedophillic. Wrathia isn’t trying to have sex with Ava, or vis versa. it’s literally a form of powerplay as Wrathia tries to act sweet to Ava so that she’ll be more inclined to do Wrathia’s bidding, which doesn’t look like it’ll be the case since Ava’s declaring she thinks she can live without that “high” again.
view it as a drug dealer with a client; act nice, tempt them with something they want, and only turn ugly when they try to run away.
Description: You and Peter were what you would call “frenemies,” you despised him, but he wanted to win you back, that is until he found out you were the new villain in Queens, the one he’s been fighting.
Warnings: Swearing, could still possibly be triggering for some people, beware ending, pls don’t hate me oh no
I hope I tagged everyone omg, sorry if I missed you!
A/N: AHHHH SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED HARSH WORDS PART ONE!! I’m mind blown how much you all enjoyed it, I really wasn’t expecting it to blow up as much as it did, so I’m truly honored and appreciative that you all took the time to read what I wrote and left amazing comments that made my day, therefore, I love you all. Also, I left it on a really intense cliff hanger, that way if people liked it enough again, I’d do a part three if requested enough. :)
There was never a moment where Peter would have thought you two would stop being best friends, but what topped that was seeing you that night, holding those people hostage.
You were the most down to earth, kind hearted person Peter had ever known, and to see you being this dark, dangerous, well, villain, broke him inside.
“Peter, I brought you some ice, now would you like to tell me what happened?” Aunt may questioned, handing him ice wrapped in a cloth for his black eye that was forming.
“It was nothing really, I’m just really clumsy May, you know this.” Peter mumbled, thanking her for the ice, before placing it on his throbbing eye, which he had you to thank for.
May didn’t look convinced but she let it go, not wanting to stress Peter out anymore than he already was.
It had been almost a full month since the hostage incident, Peter remembered it perfectly, his Spidey senses were tingling, he swung to where he sensed the issue, finding the villain he had been fighting against for weeks.
There was a moment where he thought something felt off, but he pushed it to the back of his head, he should have listened.
He knew the second he heard your voice, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it was you, so he did the only thing that could prove him wrong, to prove to himself that it wasn’t you, so he asked the most simple question.
“Who are you?”
What happened after that was a bit of a blur, he remembers hearing the laugh, your laugh, and then getting hit a few times.
He remembers holding his stomach in pain, glancing up to see you backing away into the darkness, hearing his name fall off your lips, and it was then that he had to face reality, it really was you.
After that was more than a blur, it was disbelief, he remembers his heart pounding erratically in his chest, before flying through his window, scaring the shit out of Ned who looked just as panicked once he saw Peter’s face.
But it was the moment that Peter told Ned everything that happened, that it hit him that this was all really happening, that it was you, his ex-best friend that was now his enemy.
The only difference was, he wasn’t going down without a fight, he said he’d win you back, and he meant every word.
Three months had passed since the incident between you and Peter, you’d give him glares in the hallways, as he gladly returned them, Ned would awkwardly look between the both of you, while Liz and Michelle would help boost your ego even more.
Liz and Michelle had become your all time best friends, you all did every thing together, whether it was going shopping, eating, even movie nights, you all did it all.
However, there were moments where you missed the old times, where it would be Peter, Ned and you, doing all those things together.
But, things happen, people change.
You were in your first period, of course, the class with Peter and Ned, you made sure to sit as far away from the two of them as possible, as they did the same.
“Okay, good morning class! Today we will be doing a fun little experiment, but to do it, you need a partner,” Mr. Scott started, but waved his hands seeing everyone automatically trying to pair up, “But I will be assigning partners, I know how you all get when you’re with your friends.” He eyed everyone, pointing his fingers, making some of your classmates laugh.
“Alright, lets start with Ned and Amy,” He trailed off, Ned giving Peter a wide eyed look, and then your name was called, “Y/N and… Ah! Yes, Peter!” He smiled cheerfully, as you looked across the room at Peter.
He could have paired you up with anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE and he chose Peter, just your luck.
Mr. Scott soon dismissed everyone once they had a partner, but you and Peter just sat at your desks, refusing to move first.
“Y/N, Peter, get to work.” Mr. Scott scolded, making you roll your eyes, as you gave Peter a look, basically implying ’get your ass over here before I throw a chair at you.’
Peter let out a huff, before grabbing his belongings and moving to your desk, the feeling of satisfaction running through your body as he slumped into the seat next to you.
You glanced at him, observing his features, something you hadn’t done in a while, you hated to admit it, but he looked good, like really good.
“Alright so um.. Lets just get this over with.” Peter muttered, making you nod and start the experiment.
You two didn’t talk the entire time, actually getting the experiment done for once, unlike last time, that is until halfway through.
“You want to tell me what you’re up to?” Peter muttered, his eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid in front of them.
“In you dreams Parker.” You muttered back, putting another chemical into the liquid in front of you.
“How’d you know I dream about you?” Peter whispered jokingly, making you freeze for a moment, making Peter smirk slightly.
“You know what I meant you dumbass.” You grumbled, placing another chemical into the beaker.
You both then went back to silence, until Peter broke it, again.
“You’re so much better than this you know.” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes, something he caught out of the corner of his.
“Like you’re one to talk.” You huffed, making his head turn slightly, looking at you in bewilderment.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter fired back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“A few months ago, you ruined my life, and now that it’s happening to you, you don’t like it, ironic isn’t it?” You smiled, looking at the brunette haired boy, watching as his face scrunched up in anger.
“I won’t let you hurt anyone Y/N, no matter what.” Peter spoke lowly, making you smirk and let out a laugh.
“What makes you so sure Peter?” You raised your eyebrows, moving closer to him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Because I know you, and I know somewhere deep down in there,” His hands motioned all around you, “That my best friend is still in there, and she’s hurt, because I hurt her, when all she did was care about me.” Peter declared, and for a split second he saw something change in your eyes, but quickly disappeared.
You blinked a few times, turning your focus back to the experiment, this time, satisfaction was going through Peter’s body, not yours.
The school day ended quicker than you anticipated, Peter’s words still swarming your head, you couldn’t get them out, no matter how hard you tried.
Everywhere you walked, Peter was there, watching you, making sure you didn’t harm anyone, which made you anxious.
Until you arrived home, and you put your outfit on, your mask hiding your face, and the confidence and darkness returned to you.
You weren’t sure how this happened really, after Peter broke your heart you needed an outlet, and what better way than to cause a ton more issues for the one and only Spider-Man?
You went out your window, and before you knew it, you were causing so much commotion, and you were positive Spider-Man was on your trail, which only made it even more of a thrill.
The thing was though, you didn’t actually harm anyone, you never laid a finger on one person, you just did enough to cause an issue to trigger his Spider-Man senses.
You were now running, mainly from Spider-Man himself, you knew he was around, it was late, making it the perfect time for Mr. crime fighting spider to appear.
You ran to a familiar place crowded with people, making them all get on the ground, your threats coming out harsher than you intended, and sure enough, Spider-Man appeared.
“I thought I told you, I wouldn’t let you hurt anyone, therefore, you need to step back before this gets ugly.” Spider-Man threatened, making you laugh darkly, sending chills down his spine.
What was happening to you?
“I guess you don’t pay attention much do you?” You crossed your arms, looking at the masked figure in front of you, before motioning around you.
You were on the boating dock, people on the ground, shaking in fear, unsure of what you would do.
Spider-Man took a look around, his eyes widening on the mask, it was the dock where he cut the boat in half, guilt instantly hitting him, and you knew it did.
“P-Please don’t h-hurt us..” One of the hostages choked out, making your heart break the slightest bit, before you went back to your alter ego.
“This needs to end, now.” Spider-Man growled out, he knew exactly what you were up to now, the dock, the people, everything clicked.
You were using his own fear against him.
“Everyone get out of here now!” Spider-Man shouted as he shot a web at you, but you dodged it swiftly, as everyone started running, getting out of there as quick as they could.
“Did you really think this would work? Huh!” Spider-Man shouted, clearly angry, making you grin through your mask.
“Didn’t it?” You shot back, making him freeze for a moment, which you took as your opportunity to attack him.
You caught him off guard, hitting him in the stomach and face, as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach.
“This can either go two ways..” He groaned out, webbing your arm and yanking you down to the ground.
“Either we fight until one of us can’t anymore, or we settle this the way we should of months ago.” Spider-Man shouted through his mask, and for a moment you wanted to take the second option, but you held a grudge, and you weren’t giving up that easy.
You stood back up, a few feet away from him, before charging at him, he shot webs at you, some hitting you and some not, and you made sure to hit him a few times before he hit you back, knocking you to the ground.
“Please, d-don’t do this..” He groaned out, as you slowly stood back up, you knew you were going to be severely bruised in the morning.
“Don’t you get it!” You shouted, ripping your mask off, revealing cuts and bruises already forming, as your eyes started watering.
“I want to forgive you so bad.” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you watched him slowly slip his mask off also.
“Then why don’t you?” He pressed on, watching you sadly, he hadn’t seen you this vulnerable since that day in the cafeteria where he humiliated you in front of everyone.
“Because you broke my heart Peter.” You whispered, tears now falling down your cheeks, your lip trembling.
Peter stood there shocked, were you implying you liked him? Or more so, loved him?
“Y/N.. I didn’t.. I-I didn’t know..” Peter stammered, trying to find the right words as you laughed bitterly.
“Maybe once you cared about me, but after you shut me out, all of that went to hell, I was alone Peter, I had nobody.” You looked at him angrily, more tears falling down your face.
“I-I told you, I-I thought I was p-protecting you!” Peter tried to defend himself, stepping forward slightly, but you stepped back, raising a finger at him.
“No, Peter,” You took a deep breath, “You chose that day what you wanted, and it was clear, you didn’t want me.” You gave a sad smile, shrugging your shoulders as Peter shook his head frantically.
“No, Y/N, that’s not true at all!” He shouted, running his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.
“How am I supposed to believe you Peter?” You choked out, watching the brunette haired boy in front of you.
“Because, if you give me another chance, I can prove it to you, I-I can be a better person, your person.” Peter’s spoke softly, his own eyes starting to tear up as he observed you carefully, his heart beating so hard you could hear it.
“Promise me.” You whispered, shutting your eyes tightly, and for a second you heard nothing, until he breathed out the words you’ve wanted to hear.
“I promise Y/N.” Peter whispered back, and for a moment the old you was back, and Peter recognized his best friend again.
But then a loud sound filled the air, something, or someone flew through the air, shooting into a building, making it catch on fire.
You flinched, watching in horror as the building started to become more and more dangerous.
“Peter.” You whispered, looking at him wide eyed, you were right in the path for the building.
His eyes widened, realizing what was going to happen, you stood there, your body trembling in fear, you screamed at your legs to move, but they didn’t.
And then it happened, a loud explosion erupted, echoing throughout the dark sky.
Peter started sprinting to you, the sound of the building falling getting louder, metal and dust starting to cloud the air.
“Y/N!” Peter shouted, his eyes searching frantically for you, his legs burning from running so hard.
You tried to run, the best you could, before making eye contact with Peter, your eyes filled with fear, as was Peter’s.
“Peter!” You screamed, as he ran to you, pushing everything he had left in him to get to you, he had to get to you.
The air was getting worse, and before he knew it, the building fell completely, and so did his heart.
His eyes searched for you, his mind moving at warp speed, this couldn’t happen, not now, not after everything that’s happened.
And then there was silence, Peter’s heart breaking at the scene, he was too late.
That night in Queens, it was as if time stopped, and all that was heard was Spider-Man’s strangled sobs and screams.
so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really
fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich
dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s
driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep
getting larger and more grandiose.
is in the back just, gawking. “that
house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just
parked in the driveway!” and ned’s
gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died
and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to
an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some
people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and
takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t
really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he
can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car,
peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm
around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm
and him pulling her close.
ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she
just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his
fingers squeezing at her waist.
michelle was younger, she didn’t exactly have a lot of suitors knocking down
her door. none of her classmates were leaving cute notes in her locker or asking
her to be their valentine. so maybe michelle is feeling a little nervous as she
sits in front of the mirror on friday night. prom night.
is in the gym of midtown high. everyone agreed to leave her apartment at seven
because who needs to show up on time? unless you’re cindy and you’re working
the prom, but they don’t have that concern. everyone is supposed to arrive at
her house at six thirty for snacks and prom pictures™.
which means peter should be arriving in approximately eight minutes if his
previous history is any indication.
takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. her mother absolutely adored the red of her dress. so she took
the lead with everything else prom related. she’s wearing her mom’s red heels
from the nineties and her mom’s bold red lipstick from…well…from sephora, she
doesn’t ask her mom about date nights with her dad. that’s just…weird.
knows she looks beautiful. but part
of her is worried. because, well, her previous crushes haven’t always thought
so and she’s nervous that, despite all the signs she’s hoping that she’s
reading correctly, peter only likes her as a friend.
her father calls from outside her bedroom door. “peter is here.” he slowly
opens the door, sticking his head around. his smile spreads wide and bright
across his face as he walks over to his daughter. “mj, honey, you look
beautiful.” he hugs her tightly and mj smiles into his shoulder. she really
loves her dad. but oh god, is he
you promised!” she pushes him away, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, though
she’s chuckling with a bright grin on her face.
know, I know!” he wipes his tears quickly and takes a deep breath. “but it’s
just you and I here, so it’s okay. I won’t cry in front of your boyfriend.” he draws out the word in a
song and shakes his shoulders from side to side when he says it and michelle
groans and wants to stomp off but these heels are higher than she’s used to so
she just walks, simple and dignified.
waits at her door for her dad, nonetheless. and if she grabs his hand before
walking to the stairs, that’s nobody’s business. she’s allowed to do-
is no way peter parker should ever be allowed to look that good.
Against his better judgement, Peter has agreed to be MJ’s fake date to a wedding so she can usurp the bride, or something. Considering how much he’d like to be her not-fake date, he’s not really looking forward to it.
Peter’s phone rings just as he’s about to leave for Ned’s dorm to start their bi-monthly X-Box-and-Red-Bull night. He’s wearing his comfiest sweatpants and a t-shirt that reads ‘all the best chemistry puns argon’. He picks it up without even checking the caller ID, still moving and grabbing his keys and and a new bottle of Jagermeister.
“Hey, May, can I call you tomorrow? I’m just about to-”