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Choose Me (Fix It)-[P.P.]

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Trouble in paradise and the Green Goblin, what could possibly go wrong? (Everything...everything can go wrong)

Word Count: 5.5k words

Content: Swearing, Mentions of pregnancy, Mentions of Miscarages, Near-death experience, Hospitals, Happy ending

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A/N: @thoserthebestkind I hope this is a sufficient fix-it. I apologise that it took me so long to make this, to be completely candid I forgot, lol.

I changed the formatting a bit and there were some minor revisions to the original story.

I added a cute text break to indicate transitions from past and present.

I hope you like the little epilogue :))

Life was cruel sometimes. That was the only thought you could think as you felt this crushing weight on your chest. You could slightly make out someone calling your name; you turned your head around looking for the source.

“No, don’t move, it’s okay. Just stay there. Stay right there.” His voice sounded strained, he was grunting. You saw him then. The red and blue suit and pale white eyes staring back at you. Stuck under rubble and debris. Trying his best to pull himself up was Spider-Man, Peter Parker. Your Peter Parker.

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You thought back to just this morning. You had woken up to an empty bed, something you hated saying you were used to. You checked your phone, first checking to see if your husband had tried to reach out to you at all. When that came up empty you checked Twitter to see if there were any updates on Spider-Man.

Anytime you saw he was trending you felt your heart in your throat. Worried that this time it wouldn’t be because he stopped some super-something-or-rather, but because it had stopped him. Luckily there was nothing there either. Just silence.

You began getting ready, showering, brushing your teeth, and making breakfast. You were getting dressed when you heard your window open. You ignored the man and his quiet footsteps, focusing on choosing a jacket.

You felt his arms circle your waste as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You felt anger burn in your chest at his nonchalantness. “Where were you, Peter?”

He released you from his grasp, knowing that tone all too well now. “I was patrolling.”

His reply came out dry and tired. You fixed your blazer before turning to face him. He looked mostly intact, there was a small bruise on his jaw but other than that he seemed fine.

“All night?” You were aggravated. You were tired of having this conversation with him.

He brought his hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. “Yes, all night. Do you think I was doing something else?”

You clenched your jaw, counting to three, just like your marriage councillor taught you.

“No,” You said curtly, “I know that’s what you were doing because that’s what you’re always doing. You’re never here because you’re always patrolling.”

Peter shook his head letting out a humourless laugh. “Yeah? Well, why would I be here? For the past three months, it’s just been this!” He threw his finger quickly between the two of you.

You let out a dry chuckle of your own, looking up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. “Right, and that’s completely my fault, isn’t it?”

Peter didn’t say anything, just looking at you with dead eyes. Ones that used to be so full of love you almost couldn’t stand to look at them. Ones that used to crinkle when he laughed, he didn’t do that so much anymore.

He was right, you guys had been fighting a lot. Something you never used to do. Being with Peter was one of the easiest decisions you had ever made in your life. He got you, in a way no other person could. There was no need to quarrel because you guys were always on the same page.

When Peter told you he was Spider-Man it scared you. You had been dating for a year and studying with him for two. He had cancelled on you again. You shook with anger and confusion. Midterms were coming up and you needed to get good grades to keep your scholarship. You had been so stressed out and Peter promised to help. He promised.

“What could possibly be more important than this?” You remember shouting at him. You watched as he ran his hands through his hair before grabbing his backpack and leaving with a small, “I’m sorry.”

That night he returned to you, early in the morning. He sat you down and broke the news to you. At first, you were in disbelief but he made his point by jumping up and hanging from the ceiling by his fingertips.

Your brain started connecting the dots. All the times he seemed to be covered in bruises only for them to disappear a day later, making you think you must have dreamed them. Peter’s absence during big events only for Spider-Man to appear, saving the day. His constant tardiness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You had started crying and he quickly let go of the ceiling and sat next to you on the sofa. He pulled you into his lap and began caressing your hair. He wasn’t sure what you were feeling but he wanted to make it better.

“That’s how I lost her.” Gwen. You never knew her but he had mentioned her before. He had brought her up in that first year of college. He had brought her up again before you had agreed to date him. He told you that she had died. He told you that he was scared. You understood now, of course, you didn’t have the whole picture but you had enough.

Your worry for Peter never diminished, if anything it grew. The longer you were together the more you loved him and the more you loved him the more you saw a future with him. But it’s hard to plan for a future when your partner is mindlessly chasing some abomination through the streets of New York. And worry can be masked by many emotions, mainly anger.

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You heard a sardonic cackle in the air above you. “Oh Peter, won’t you save her?”

You didn’t like the way he said his name. That wasn’t for him to say. You heard some heavy steps, then metal colliding with something before Peter groaned. You mustered as much energy as you could.

“Leave- leave him alone!” It wasn’t very loud but the attacker heard you. You listened as heavy steps came towards you.

Your vision was blurry but you made out big blond hair, cold blue eyes, and a pale face with lots of veins. His suit seemed metallic and hefty. He squatted down, closer now, grabbing your face; his fingers digging into your cheeks. It hurt.

“Oh, Peter dear!” He sang in a nasal tone, “Ms Lady doesn’t look too hot over here. You might want to hurry up!” He called the last part over his shoulder. He was mocking Peter and it made you angry.

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three months ago you held a pregnancy test in your shaking hands. Your palms were so sweaty that you dropped the box twice trying to open it. You were three weeks late and you ran to the bodega down the street as soon as you realised.

You and Peter had been married for three years now. You had made it through college, a teaching licence and many monsters together. You were nervous, to say the least. You wanted a family with Peter. You loved the man and you knew how important family was to him. You wanted to be able to give him that.

You twisted the rings on your fingers waiting for your timer to go off. You admired the small diamond on your engagement ring. It was Aunt Mays. She had given it to Peter to propose with. He told you later that he hadn’t even considered it until she did, but then he realised that marrying you was all he wanted to do. Your heart melted at the thought.

It was positive.

Your anxiety grew tenfold at the realization. You were going to have a baby. You were going to have a baby with your amazing husband. You were going to start a family. But if he wasn’t more careful he wasn’t going to be around to see it.

You told May. You had to. You were dying to tell someone but also you wanted to tell her. She had become a mother to you in a lot of ways over the years and you were delighted to tell her she was going to be a grandmother. She wasn't thrilled about Peter not knowing but also understood that you were scared.

Now you were too busy fighting to tell him. Too scared that he hated you too much now to want you. Terrified because when you told him it would be real.

You convinced Peter that you should do some couples counselling and he hated the idea but agreed to do it. You needed help to tell him, but it never came up. Between the therapist trying to figure out what Peter’s second “job” was and you two snipping at each other, not much progress was made.

“We pay this guy up the ass and it doesn’t seem to be helping!” Peter once said to you. Silent tears fell down your face, unsure how to defend it without coming clean about lying to him for a month.

“It’s only, like, a hundred a session. That’s not so bad.” You were wringing your hands in the cold December air. Something Peter usually picked up on, but not lately.

“Yeah, well so far I don’t think I’ve gotten my 300 dollars worth.”

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“Don't fucking touch her!” Peter sounded distressed and you wanted to fix it, but you were useless in this situation.

You felt a dull ache throughout your body. You remembered then, the baby. You looked down at the debris littering your body and began to cry. There’s no way they survived this, you would be lucky to.

Peter heard your hiccuping and it seemed that’s all he needed. He broke free from the rubble and when he saw Harry’s hands on you his vision clouded with red.

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You remembered this morning. Peter staring at you from the edge of your bed three feet away but never feeling so far. You balled your fists taking a shuddery breath. “I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to choose me.”

And with that, you grabbed your coat and walked out the door. You had been fighting about his Peter-to-Spider-Man ratio a lot lately. You wanted Peter home more, and safe. He said he couldn’t just tell crime to stop, so he had to keep going out. You were arguing in circles and it was getting you nowhere.

Your whole day at work you were a snivelling mess. The kids didn’t complain as you declared it a video day, each class loving the selection of Bill Nye videos you had chosen. You were about to leave the campus to get some lunch when you heard a knock on your classroom door. You wiped your tears and beckoned them in.

Peter was still in his lab coat, probably rushing over here from his day job. Usually, you would swoon at the sight of him but you were still very upset and maybe a little hangry (and quite possibly pretty hormonal as well). You crossed your arms in your chair and said nothing as he came closer.

“Darling,” He began. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

His eyes held a certain softness that had almost become alien to you. The coldness you had become accustomed to now melted into gentle, dark chocolate. You tried to keep your stare stern as he continued walking toward you.

“You’re right, I-” He stopped abruptly, his face falling from neutral to distressed very quickly. You pulled your brows together in confusion, unable to keep your face level.

“Have you been crying?” You looked away embarrassed. You were angry and you didn’t want him to see you weak. Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of you.

“Oh, Honey, I’m so sorry. I- I made you cry at work. Well…crying at all is bad but this is really bad.” You refuse to look at him as you feel new tears fall. Your door unexpectedly creeps open.

“Mrs Parker, are you in here? Mrs- Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were busy.” You look past Peter to see a student in the doorway.

Travis Deakin was an odd kid, he wore a flat cap and a Minecraft creeper hoodie every day, with his trapper keeper strap slung across his chest. He was weird and someone you would have found annoying when you were his age, but he was kind and did his work on time.

“It’s quite alright Travis, I’m never too busy for my favourite student.” Peter shifted to sit beside you on his haunches, admiring how you treated your students. You noticed Travis was staring at Peter and decided to introduce them, “Travis, this is my husband, Mr Parker.”

You watched as the boy gave Peter a small wave and Peter returned it. “I’m sorry to interrupt, I just want to make sure you were okay.”

You tilted your head and quirked a brow, “Of course, I’m okay.”

“It’s just…everyone’s said they’ve seen you crying today.” Travis was playing with the strap of his trapper keeper as if worried about getting in trouble for saying it.

You gave the kid a genuine smile, “I’m okay, I promise. Thank you though. That’s very kind of you to check on me.”

You tried to ignore Peter staring at you, knowing his expression would be filled with guilt. Travis didn’t seem convinced and chewed on his bottom lip as if debating whether to say something else. You sat, patiently waiting.

“Is it because you’re pregnant?” Your jaw dropped, your mouth flapping like a fish as you stuttered over what to say.

“I-well I- um, Trevor that’s…um” Peter cut you off before you could conjure up an excuse.

“You’re pregnant?” Peter’s face was back in front of yours. You couldn’t quite read his expression and you didn’t think you wanted to. You looked back at the kid who now seemed alarmed looking between you and Peter.

“Um, Trevor why- why would you think I’m pregnant?” You watched as he shuffled from foot to foot, Peter unmoving and hands on your waist.

“Well, you seem really happy, and you hold your belly a lot when you talk…and I heard Ms Kragger say you are.” You chuckled before letting out a sigh. You looked into Peter’s eyes smiling.

“Yes, It’s because I’m pregnant.” You had never seen Peter smile so wide, you think he created more dimples. He picked you up from the chair spinning you around. You giggled in glee as he brought you in for a kiss.

“God, I’m so happy. I love you so much.” You giggled and Trevor excused himself, shutting the door.

“I love you too, Peter.” You ran a hand through his hair, soaking in the sweetness you had been deprived of. His smile faltered slightly as he searched your eyes.

“How long have you known?” You looked away from him, ashamed.

“Three months,” You said in a voice so small that he wasn’t sure he would have caught it without his supersonic hearing.

You watched in horror as Peter fell to his knees, his head carefully buried in your stomach.

“I’m so sorry. You’ve been so worried about me and I just-” You massaged his scalp, trying to ignore his tears wetting your shirt.

“Peter, it’s okay. It’s okay, love-” He raised his head, shaking it furiously from side to side before resting his chin on your belly.

“It’s not, but please know I choose you (Y/n). I’ll always choose you.”

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You couldn’t move your hands. You couldn’t feel them much either. You wanted to push the rocks off of you, to curl up and hold your stomach. You knew realistically the baby was gone but you couldn’t let yourself think that.

Tears of frustration racked through you as you tried your best to move. You heard Peter and that guy fighting, they were talking but you couldn’t make it out. You were scared. You didn’t want to die, and certainly not like this. Peter needed you and you couldn’t leave him, not yet. There was still so much you wanted to do.

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“We should make a bucket list!” Peter chuckled from the kitchen, where he was washing plates from dinner. He stepped over to the coffee table and sat beside you on the floor.

“Why? Planning on dying anytime soon?” You shoved his shoulder with yours.

“No, never, but I think it would be fun.” You grab a notebook and pen from your backpack, labelling it "Future Parkers' Bucket List." He smiled and you continued to scribble things down as he peered over your shoulder.

“Hey, that one doesn’t count,” Peter said pointing to the first thing you wrote down: “Marry Peter Parker.”

“Yeah, it does! It’s important when making goals that you also have mid-goals and easily obtainable ones, so you don’t get bogged down by a lack of progress.” Peter relented and continued moving down the list, reading them out loud.

“‘Own five plants at the same time and keep them alive for at least a year’, ‘Learn to drive a manual', ‘Go on a hike’-Have you never been hiking before?” You shook your head no and Peter continued.

“‘Win one honest game of chess against Peter’. Yeah, keep dreaming, love. ‘Vacation on a different continent’, ‘Own a pet named Pancake’, ‘Learn the Footloose Dance’” Peter’s smile doubled as he read the last one.

“We can get this one done now,” He said with a wolfish grin. Peter ran to grab his laptop and set it up on the entertainment system. He then turned to grab your hand and lifted you from the floor. Your chest blossomed with love as he brought your ringed finger to his lips, giving you a soft kiss there.

One hour and three dance tutorials later you had both mastered the moves, you continued dancing around your living room when Peter declared, “We should play this at the wedding!”

You laughed but it was still played. You let Peter lead you to the dance floor once again as he now placed a kiss on your wedding band. You and Peter were the only ones there that knew it besides Aunt May and a few of your uncles.

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You cried harder as you realized your life was flashing before your eyes. That wasn’t good. Neither was the coldness you felt seeping into your bones. All you could do was lay there…and die.

There was no second wind, no sudden powers coming, no way to pull yourself out, no chance. Your eyes felt heavy and you knew what that meant. You closed them smiling as your memories continued to bring you peace.

Your wedding vows came to mind:

“Peter Benjamin Parker, I promise to love you and cherish you every day. I promise to support you in all your endeavours. I promise to be the love of your life for the rest of your life. You have been my best friend for these past six years and I couldn’t imagine anyone taking your place. When life gets hard I promise to be there. When money gets tight I promise to make you fancy ramen. With kindness, selflessness, and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together.”

Had you done that? You had loved him for sure. Did you cherish him enough? Were you supportive and kind and selfless and trusting? You did your best. You worried now that it hadn’t been enough. And there was no time to fix it.

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Four hours ago Peter returned home early from patrol. You were grading papers and distracted. Suddenly your vision was filled with roses, and you turned to see your adoring husband behind you.

“Roses? For me?” You held your hand over your heart and released a dramatic gasp.

“But of course!” He leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. You began tearing up.

“Oh, baby, You shouldn’t have!” Peter, confused by your sudden tears, squatted beside you in your chair to move some hair out of your face.

“Oh, I definitely should have. It’s the least I can do for my darling. You deserve much more than twelve. More like a hundred, a thousand!” You chuckled at his dramatics.

“Sounds expensive,” You joked, bringing a hand up to hold his cheek. He leaned into it, pretending to consider it.

“Hmm, would you settle for five hundred?” You giggled pecking him on the cheek, before getting up to put them in a vase.

Peter trailed behind you as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I wanna take you out to dinner tonight.” You placed the vase down and looked at him carefully.

“Peter Parker, are you asking me out on a date?” One thing that had never changed was how much you guys loved to tease each other. You imagined that you would be in a nursing home swapping quips and the thought warmed your heart.

Peter walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and say yes?”

An hour ago you were sitting at a nice restaurant. You hesitated when getting dressed, your baby bump becoming a little harder to hide. You settled on a dress that didn’t hug you too tightly and greeted your husband in the living room.

Peter assured you that you could have anything you wanted. You had ordered dessert first and when the waiter offered you wine Peter shooed him away so quickly you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Peter he’s allowed to offer, it’s his job. I’m pretty sure you scared him.” Peter was still glaring daggers at the poor server who had made his way to a different table.

“Good! You shouldn't offer pregnant people wine, is he crazy?”

You reached across the table to grab his hands, bringing his attention back to you. After hearing what your student said today, Peter realized he was the dumbest person in the world. All the signs were right in front of him, he was just too blind to see them. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

“I love you (F/n) (M/n) Parker.” You felt pride and love blossom within you, warming your cheeks.

“I Love y-”

An explosion went off and Peter was quick to his feet. He gave you a look and you nodded knowing what he needed to do. Everyone began to evacuate and you got lost in the sea of people. Once outside you saw the fire in the distance. Suddenly all you could think of was Peter. You ran towards the building seeing Peter battling some dude on a hoverboard.

Everything happened so quickly. He was thrown to the ground and you heard a snap. You yelled for him and then you heard another explosion, and another, and another. Before you knew it the building in front of you was falling. Coming directly for you and Peter. He was trying to push himself off the ground but he wasn’t moving fast enough. You began to run towards him, to use your body to shield him. You couldn’t lose him, not after everything.

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You felt a hand on your face, wiping at your tears, “Hey, hey! (Y/n) look at me. Open your eyes, come on look at me!”

You tried your best, but your head hurt and your vision was cloudy. You could make out the soft umber eyes of your lover, filled with tears. His face was covered in grime. You felt enormous pressure taken off of you as you heard rocks tumble to the ground.

You took a deep shuddery breath, your lungs felt like they were on fire. You tried getting up but Peter gently pushed you down. “No, no, stay there it’s- it’s okay.”

You tried moving every muscle in your body, but the only one that could move was your left hand. You brought it up to cradle his face. Peter gripped it so hard you thought it might snap. There was blood on his hand and you began to panic.

“You- your bleeding?” It came out more of a question. A sob racked through his body as he looked at you. You followed his gaze seeing a piece of steel rebar cutting through your stomach.

You started crying again, “The baby…”

It was too much. You had a whole future ahead of you. One filled with laughter and Peter chasing around your toddler and Aunt May spoiling them with gifts. One filled with dogpiling in bed because of a nightmare. One filled with you and Peter.

You heard sirens in the distance. And Peter looked up, a small smile on his face, “It’s gonna be okay, they’re coming.”

You felt bad leaving him like this but you couldn’t keep fighting to stay. You were tired, you felt heavy, and you wanted to rest.

“I love you, Peter Parker” Your head rolled to the side too tired to keep it upright. You felt his hand rush to your face lifting it for you.

“No, no, no! (Y/n)! (Y/n) look at me!” You couldn’t, not anymore.

Your eyes were too heavy. You gathered everything you had left and squeezed his hand, “I’m sorry.”

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The first thing you remember feeling was a deep pressure in your head. It felt as if your brain had quadrupled in size and now was splitting your skull. Then you felt an itch in your nose, an irritation in your nostrils. Your entire body felt sore but as you focused you felt them moving and contracting, so that’s good.

You brought a hand up to scratch your nose and felt hard plastic against your fingers. You went to move it but a hand stopped you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t move that, let me get a doctor.” Her hands were soft, and her cadence was one you recognised well.

You tried to open your eyes but everything was too bright. You groaned as the fluorescent beams attacked your retinas, bringing your arm up to block them. You felt a twinge in the crook of your elbow and were able to make out an I.V. in your arm. You looked to the door and saw May smile as she flicked the lights off for you, before assuring you she would be right back.

You took a moment to take in your surroundings. By your bedside table, there were many bouquets of flowers in all shapes, sizes, and colours. As you took around the rest of the room you realised flowers were everywhere around the space. You were surrounded by a small garden, and it brought a small smile to your face.

Behind the jungle of flora, there was a chair and a small couch made up like a bed. Neither of them looked particularly comfortable. There was a book resting atop the messy sheets but from here you couldn’t see what it was.

You didn’t get to dwell on it long. You heard a commotion in the hallway. Fast, heavy footsteps approached as several people exclaimed for the offender to slow down. You felt panic rising as you heard the EKG machine beep faster. Your brain conjured up a terrifying scenario in which the ghostly man from before had come to finish you off.

A silhouette entered the door frame and froze. You both locked eyes, in a state of disbelief. As he stepped closer your heart rate continued to gallop, but instead of fear, you felt love.

“(Y/N)?” He sounded broken, desperate. You could hear the rasp in his throat and you wondered why his vocal cords were in such a state.

He moved to your bedside before falling to his knees. His hands wrapped around yours before burying his face in them. You felt the wetness on his face and watched as his shoulders shook.

“You- you woke up. We didn’t know if you would. I- I thought I lost you. Fuck, I thought I lost you. The doctors said they didn’t know if you were gonna wake up. I thought you were gone.” Words fell from Peter’s mouth like a waterfall. You tried to pull him from the waters before he drowned.

“Pete, I’m right here.” Your voice was just as wrecked as his, but you knew yours was due to inactivity. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

You squeezed his hands as he continued to sob. Your heart shattered seeing him like this. Peter had been through so much, experienced more loss than any one human should. You felt almost guilty for making him face that fear once again. You brought his hands up and held them to your lips, trying to piece him back together as best as you could.

May returned with a doctor and Peter refused to step away, forcing the doctor to do his examination around him. You had broken a few bones and you had a concussion but that was expected. They had to perform surgery on your wound, though with rest and plenty of pain meds, you should be fine.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but unfortunately, due to the nature of the trauma you endured, your baby did not survive.” Peter held you as you cried together. You knew it was ridiculous to hope that they might, but you couldn’t help it.

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“Peter! Are you almost ready?” You called across the house.

“Yeah! Just a second!” You heard him call back from the bedroom.

You were setting up a camera in the living room when you heard him emerge. You gasped as you took in his costume. He was dressed as Jack Sparrow, complete with a wig and hat.

“Oh, Pete you look great,” You said as you walked over to your beloved husband. He pulled you in close as your hands came up to cradle his face, gracing him with a loving kiss. His grin was blinding as he pulled away.

“Just wait till you see Benny’s.” He moved to stand beside you as he called out to your son.

His small frame emerged from the doorway with a dramatic jump and pose. He really was his father’s son. His face was twisted into a silly sneer with his finger curved in the shape of a hook, “Arg!”

You clapped in glee, then bent down with open arms. Ben ran to them and you rested him on your hip. “Oh wow Benny, you look so cool!”

He had declared that everyone would dress as characters from Pirates of the Caribbean after watching it for the first time a few months ago. Your boys had wanted to surprise you, which meant they had to elicit the help of Aunt May for their costumes. Benny was Davey Jones because he thought he was cool. He wore a beard of stuffed tentacles on his face but you could tell by the scrunch of his eyes he was beaming underneath.

“You too, Momma!” You tilted his hat up to place a kiss on his forehead. He places his small, gentle hands on your cheeks and you let him angle your head down so he could leave you one there too.

He wanted Peter to hold him for the photo and reached out for him as you stood in front of your mantle. The camera flashed as you all posed. You pressed the shutter another time as you and Peter smooshed your son’s face with your lips, Ben’s giggle ringing through the air.

Peter set down Ben and told him to get his candy basket. As soon as Benny made his way down the hall Peter grabbed your waist and the back of your head and dipped you. He brought his lips to yours and you heard the camera shutter go off again. You looked into the eyes of your husband and saw nothing but pure adoration.

“I love you (F/n) (M/n) Parker.” You grinned.

“I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” He pulled you into another kiss.

“Ew!” You broke away from each other, laughing at your son covering his eyes.

Peter lifted you back up before crouching low and scooping up your child, hanging him upside down as he tickled his sides. “No, you’re ew!”

You chuckled as they seemed lost in their own little world for a moment. You hated to interrupt it, but you caught a glimpse of the clock.

“Alright boys, we have to leave now if we wanna catch May before she goes to sleep.” Peter sighed setting down Ben.

You watched as Benny put his pudgy hand in Peters, “Come on, Daddy. I wanna see Gamma.”

Peter smiled wide as he allowed his son to pull him to the door, “Yeah, let’s go see Gamma.”

They took a few steps forward before Peter stopped, extending his hand to you. You placed your hand in his as you walked to the door. You rested your other hand on your stomach, wishing the little one inside you could hear this. That they knew they would be loved, so loved. You hoped they knew how amazing their father was.

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Spider-Man; Vol.1

Harry, Denny, and Christopher as Spider-People. Harry's first. Don't worry no one(important) dies(yet). Also, I edited the poster of all three of them. Twas not fun. (No cat is coming with them to fight crime, I couldn't find a male Sun-Spider to represent Chris' crutches but just pretend that he's got male anatomy in the picture.)

He never wanted to get bit. It was by accident. And by accident, a spider that was in the house Jeffrey used for his little escapade had stowed away on Harry. Camouflaging itself in his hair. Getting bit when he was unconscious. After another incident at school, weird things started happening.

His hearing, smell, and sight were increased. He could feel things almost before they happened. Like something was telling him, 'Watch out!'. It's how he got away from someone else trying to kidnap him when he was out with friends at the mall. Sometimes things would stick to his fingers for extra time but he didn't think anything of it. Still trying to forget the incident. Until his wrist shot out a long white sticky string.

After that, he confided in May. He wanted at least someone in the family to know what was going on. Granted, she wasn't happy that he kept it a secret for three years. She understood in the end, that's what mattered.

She asked a friend who graduated already, who had a major in bioengineering, to help out with a slight issue with her brother. Agreeing to keep the secret, Peter explained to him how his powers resembled that of a spider.

"You did kill it right?" He had asked. Harry shrugged and May rolled her eyes at her little brother. In his defense, he liked bugs. What was he gonna do? All he did was grab it, stick it out the window and-

"Oh my god, I let it out my window." He said rubbing his hands against his eyes. When he felt, well 'sensed', that May was about to throw a pillow at him, he quickly stuck out his arm and caught it. Taking a break from becoming a lab rat, Harry had gone out to the convenience store to get snacks for the three of them. Then the cashier was held at gunpoint. Great.

Lifting his COVID mask, which he still wore if he felt like he was getting sick, he grabbed a ski mask from the back and put it on away from cameras. Probably stupid as someone must've already called the cops but he needed to do something. Jumping out from the aisle, Harry aimed his wrist and prayed he didn't look stupid. Luckily, he didn't. The webs, which Peter told him to call them instead of sticky white stuff, grabbed hold of the gun and was pulled back into Harry's hands. The robber and cashier looked at him in shock.

Panicking Harry shot out another web with his right, landing on the robber's face, and pulled on it. Making the guy land hard on the ground. Knocking out unconscious. Not knowing what to do next, Harry looked at the cashier and walked up to pay for the snacks.

"N-nah man! On the house!" Harry must've looked shocked so the cashier explained. Rob. "Not everyone can do that. And I'm not just saying that." Still confused Harry took that as a sign to leave the store. He forgot that he still had the mask on, so when he walked outside with a plastic bag and a ski mask on, the cops outside assumed he was the robber.

In their defense, he was dressed like one. The universe loved messing with him apparently, because the officer in front of him was his mother. With a gun pointed at him. That kinda stung, though he couldn't be too hurt. She had no idea who was under the mask. While debating in his head whether to remove the mask or not, his mom started speaking in her work voice.

"Put the bag down, and take that ridiculous mask off you!" Okay, so trying to calm her down would not go well. Luckily Harry was fast so he sprinted and jumped over a brick wall that led into an alley. He knew his mom would follow but that made it easier to get the attention off him.

When his Spidey-sense told him she was right behind, he instinctively threw his right wrist up to shoot out a web and launched himself. Into. The. Air. Landing on the building that was an office. Which definitely, didn't make people jump and scream at the small man who was sticking to the side of their building.

Snapping out of the trance, Harry realized he needed to think of something. No time for thinking about the massive fall below him. Not the time to try and tell the people inside to stop taking pictures of him. He needed to,... turn invisible? What!?

Taking the opportunity, he climbed down as fast as he could and ran back to May's place. Telling them what happened in extreme detail. Things were different now.

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That was a week ago. Harry had gone around training his power. Whether at the private lab, Peter had, due to working at some fancy tech company, or just serving vigilante justice to randos causing trouble. I mean hey, it was giving his family fewer dumb calls to take. Plus it meant more time with his mom. Although he got annoyed Athena the majority of the time. Due to the 'Slippery Slick' people were calling him. Cameras on the sides of buildings had caught the whole thing.

At a family reunion, Harry overheard the adults talking about him. Well, not him him, but you get it.

"I don't know, does he even know what he's doing?" Michael asked no one in particular. Again, his parents didn't know, but damn it hurt.

"Hey, if I got powers-,"

"I'd tie you to a chair and make you pinky promise to not do anything." Eddie interrupted Buck's penny for thought. Makes sense that Buck would do the same thing Harry was doing. Made him feel more confident his older brother would support him.

"Kid could get hurt. There are rules for a reason. Cashier told me he's on our side, but,... Look bottom line, vigilantes are outlaws for a reason." Athena said ending the conversation there. She seemed more uncomfortable to answer honestly. Why, Harry didn't know. He didn't think he wanted to know.

Three days after that, Peter called Harry and asked to meet him at his apartment. He had to tell his mom and Bobby that Peter was tutoring him with homework because everyone else was too busy, and he understood it better from Pete. Which wasn't a total lie.

"So, I have a surprise for you. I know how hard you've been working. And how dangerous this side job of yours can be," Harry rolled his eyes playfully but kept his attention on Peter. Who had walked over to grab a box and walked back to Harry. "So I wanted to give you this. Well, I technically made it, but you get it."

Shaking his head, Harry opened the box and went slower. His very own suit. Running into the bathroom he went to try it on. From outside Peter told him to bring his civilian clothes with him. Looking in the mirror after putting on the mask, Harry took in a deep breath.

The suit was one-piece style but had a hood attached to it. Walking out of the bathroom, Harry looked up at Peter who was taking the sight in proudly.

"Hold out your left arm." As Harry did so, Peter stuck in a thin and small USB that made the inside of his mask light up. When Harry focused his attention back on Pete, he saw his face glowing. Literally. Harry went to look in the mirror that hung above the couch in the living room and gasped in awe. His eyes were glowing with a makeshift fog effect. "The schematics in your mask will help you access situations out on the field. And connect me to your mask if you need backup. Whether I'm at my desk or not. It also can call anyone on your phone's contact list."

"Awesome."

"Alright, let's test this bad boy out."

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Athena had been patrolling the area when she saw a group huddling in front of the tallest building in the area. Parking the car and wailing her sirens a bit, she got out to see what everyone was looking at. Up, apparently. Lifting her eyesight, she gasped and wired her walkie.

"Available units near me, I've got a suicide about to happen at the Ten Thousand." Clicking off her walkie, she forced her way into the crowd and saw more officers coming in to de-escalate the situation. Then the 118 arrived, looking like they didn't know what to do. The kid was sticking to the side of the building.

Harry had never been so nervous before this moment. But he was so ready for it too. So, in a moment of faith, he jumped. Breaking the glass his fingers were sticking to and letting himself fall. People beneath were watching and the firefighters froze for a second. They weren't fast enough. Or were they?

Twisting in the air, Harry looked up and shot out webs to reach the top of the building. When they caught him, he ricocheted up and to the left. People on the ground were cheering as he swung away. Then Athena heard glass raining down and she told the people to leave.

"What just happened," Hen asked anyone who could answer.

"I think our friend just upgraded," Ravi answered smiling at the awesomeness in front of him.

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And boy, did he upgrade. Harry had never felt so sure of himself in that moment. Swinging around the city and stopping occasionally to stop crime. At one of these, he saw a redhead getting assaulted. Or about to, he should say. Improving with each encounter. Outsmarting some and overpowering others.

Jumping in between her and the men, he jumped and put the guy in a headlock with his legs and twisted his body quickly. Slamming the man on the ground. To the second, he shot out webs and jumped up landing on top of a street light. Shooting out more of the desired type of string, Harry wrapped the guy up like how a spider would a fly.

Jumping down, he ignored the looks of amazement he was getting from the people around who witnessed the scene. Finally getting a better look, he realized it was a reporter who Taylor had worked with. Mariah, or something.

"Impressive. Though, you're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be." Harry laughed and shrugged it off.

"I get that a lot. Gives me the upper hand though. They underestimate me, and I knock down their egos." Smiling, the woman held her hand out. Grabbing hold of it and shaking it out of habit, cause his mom raised a gentleman, he began stepping back.

"Hey, wait!" He stopped and turned to the woman again. "What's your name?" Well, he acted like a spider and he got bit by one. Might as well use it.

"Spider-Man."

With that, Harry backflipped on the side of the building nearby and swung off for a final round of patrol before sneaking back home and hiding his things. The morning after, thank god it was the weekend, came in a report from the lady he saved. His mom was making breakfast and listening to the news. Looking up at the mention of the masked vigilante.

"Last night, I was down the streets of LA, unknowingly being followed by dangerous men. Spider-Man, which is what the swinging hero chooses to go by, stopped them and saved my life." The TV then shows video clips of the fight from last night and the aftermath of how the guys were. Harry had hoped that he didn't go too hard on the guys. He and Peter found out he could break solid rock if he wanted to.

"That's pretty cool. That there's someone else helping you guys." He said trying to subtly push his mom's opinions, of him ironically, out.

"I don't know if cool is the right word, sweetheart. Brave, yes. But cool. No." She turned off the TV and kept making food, changing the topic to school and friends. At least she wasn't overly anti-Spidey like his dad. That would hurt later.

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Swinging through the city for the rest of the month was fun. Oddly therapeutic. Got his mind off teenage angst and emotions. Every day after finishing his homework, and eating dinner, he would sneak out and swing through the city and patrol around till about 2:30 and then go off to sleep if nothing held him up. His latest was 4:30. He needed some sleep for school.

And for his family to not get worried. May had also installed a tracker on him which told her exactly where he was. At all times. Fair.

One night, however, while sitting on top of a building's gargoyle statue, his mask sent a notification. Trouble near the 136 and he needed to get there quickly. Once there he saw the firefighters outside talking with the 118. Bobby speaking with Bosko.

Landing on top of one of the fire trucks parked outside, he drew people's nearby attention. Looking up Buck smiled in awe.

"Spider-Man!" Harry nodded up and turned his attention to Bobby and Bosko. Reminding himself to call him Captain and not what he usually does.

"Captain," He greeted gaining a nod of acknowledgment from the older man, "What's going on?"

"Something attacked our station. It's inside but one of our members is in there. It looked like a giant octopus. But he made a metal sound when walking. Power went out so we couldn't get a good look at him."

Suddenly long arms shot out from the station doors and grabbed hold of Bobby.

"Cap!" Buck screamed and ran forward in a failed attempt to save his father figure. The arms raised the man in the air and pulled him into the smoke coming out of the building.

"I've got it handled, you just take care of the injured firefighter! This doesn't seem like a normal thug!" Huffing out in amusement and shock, Lena nodded behind her, as if permitting him to enter. Good thing Peter installed that voice module thing in his mask. Didn't want people to recognize him at all. Especially because his voice broke halfway through speaking.

Shooting out webs at the frame of an open window near the top of the station, Harry hopped up slightly and whipped himself in. Landing on the roof looking at the station upside down. Very different from the 118. Using his mask, he scanned the building for body heat. Nothing. Heart beating fast, Harry prayed that Bobby was safe. Despite being pulled in by who knows what.

That's when his Spidey-Sense went off. Jumping down and front to land on the wall in front of him, he avoided mechanical arms that shot through the roof. The arms pulled out of the roof, and other arms grabbed onto the railing in front. Lifting a figure that looked human. Dammit Bobby, where are you?

"Hello, Spider-boy." The man in front of him asked.

"It's actually, Spider-Man. W-who are you, exactly? You're wearing a lab coat and have eight limbs. Are you like a Doctor Octopus? Doc Ock?"

"My name is Doctor Otto Octavius."

"Meh, I like mine better. Woah-!" Harry yelled as he jumped off the wall avoiding another attack from Doc Ock. "So, you wanna explain why you attacked the 136?! No offense," Harry bantered as he bobbed and weaved around the station with the man chasing him around effortlessly. Suddenly, Harry used the webs he shot out from both wrists, twisted his body, and launched himself back towards the other. Landing a swift kick to the face. "But I don't think you're the 'swinging' type! What do you think? Was that good?"

Growling in frustration, Otto commanded his tentacles to restrain Harry against the wall. He did, but just when he was about to get closer, an axe chopped his lower mechanical leg. Looking down he saw the 136 captain holding the axe and Bobby right next to him with parts of his shirt torn. Without thinking twice, Otto used one of the arms restraining Harry and launched the captains to the wall behind them.

"No!"

Harry yelled out, shooting out some webs from his free arm, and pulled Doc Ock closer. Kicking up his leg hard, hitting the man on the jaw, and threw him upwards through the ceiling outside. Landing on the elevated ground, Harry ran towards the captains who were knocked out and threw them over his shoulders.

"I gotcha you guys!" He said, while running back towards the window he came through while avoiding debris falling from the damaged roof.

Outside, the firefighters had tried to go in and search the building but during the chase, Doc Ock was careful to throw heavy objects to block the doorways. Trying to figure out ways to get inside and help the masked vigilante, Athena, and her partners showed up.

"What the hell is going on?" Just as Buck was about to answer, a loud crash was heard and caused the people around to turn their heads. All they saw was Doc Ock flying out and running away on all eights. A firefighter from the 136 was looking towards the window when Harry flew out carrying Bobby and the captain of the station. Just in time as well, the roof of the 136 had caved in. Athena threw her hand up to her mouth to cover her gasp.

When he landed he placed the 136's captain down on the rolly bed and then put Bobby down helping him gain his footing back. He'd woken up again when Harry was running out and leaped out of the building with a total of 320 lbs on him. Turning to the crew helping out their captain he spoke.

"Sorry 'bout the mess. Doc Ock sure left an impression."

"Doc Ock?" Chimney asked while checking Bobby over. Hen went up to Harry to inspect the bleeding arm he had. Huh, the mechanical arm must've more than pinched him. Meh, it would heal.

"Better than Otto Octavius. And don't worry about it, it'll heal itself. Powers, remember?" Harry said mimicking his move when throwing webs out. Buck imitated it making Eddie chuckle and shoulder bump his fiancé.

"Well whoever he was, he's going to have an APB on him. I'm not technically allowed to let you go, but I'll let the chief and mayor know what you did. You saved my husband's life." Feeling pride swell in his chest, Harry nodded.

"Just trying to do the right thing. I don't think I could've handled losing someone tonight. Right now, I gotta get home before my mom beats my ass. I got school in the morning." Not a smart thing to say as everyone looked at him like he was insane.

"School? How old are you?" Getting more worried, Hen reexamined the arm, which was now fifty percent healed. Laughing nervously, Harry pulled away from the group who looked like they wanted to jump him. Too bad he jumped first and swung off.

"Might wanna keep an eye on that one Sergeant." Ravi. Ever so the quiet one, made the others jump but nod their heads in agreement. Softly, Athena sighed. Why did she feel like she'd met him before?

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Telling May and Peter about what happened the next day was exhausting. They decided to dive into Doc Ock more, whoever he was.

"Let's see. It says here that Doctor Otto Octavius was the head scientist at Otto Industries. They specialized in prosthetics that were connected to the neural link of an amputee's brain. Making them slightly more efficient than other prosthetics." Humming, Harry looked over Peter's shoulder while May was in the kitchen making chocolate sandwiches.

"How'd he end up like this though? He seemed, agitated. Annoyed. Desperate. And why go after a firefighter captain?"

Typing more, Peter pulled up files and reports of a fire that happened three years ago. An experiment gone wrong showed up a lot. Scrolling through some of them, one document mentioned a young woman named Olivia Octavius.

"His daughter."

"She died in the fire."

"Look at the pictures, zoom in!" As Peter did so, they could see the station that was there at the fire. 136. "Doc Ock blames the firefighters for his daughter not making it out."

"That's why he went after the captain, but why grab Bobby? Attention?"

"No. He wanted the Fire department to feel the same hits he felt. Losing a firefighter captain can be overcome. But losing two in the same night? Things fall apart." Harry said, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't slept well. Bobby almost dying back at the station in front of him brought back memories of Jeffrey. This time Bobby was kidnapped. While Harry was forced to watch.

"Go in my room and get some sleep. Mom already knows you're here." May told her little brother who was eating the sandwich she made him.

"No way, I gotta find him by today. He'll take advantage of me not being out there."

"It's five o'clock. I'll wake you up at midnight. You need energy." Sighing, he walked into his sister's bedroom. She was right, if he wanted to confront Doc Ock and win, he needed to rest his body. And mind.

After a six-hour nap, Harry woke up to talking in the living room. May and Peter were in front of a corkboard with string connecting pictures. They looked like the office meme.

"What, in the Sherlock Holmes, did I miss?" Turning at his voice, May looked up at him in the suit and smiled.

"Nothing much just found some leads on where our octopi friend might be."

"Yup, and we've got one big hint. Oscorp center. Our biggest competitor when it comes to selling world-changing technology." Peter said. Damn, if he didn't work at Oscorp, where did he work at?

"Why Oscorp?" Harry asked while walking toward the board and looking at the highlighted and circled science center picture.

"Oscorp shut down Otto Industries after getting into a battle of who was making more money. Oscorp won, and took over all technology Otto was working on." Harry frowned.

"That doesn't seem fair."

"It wasn't, and now that Otto's after a firefighter captain who's currently at a hospital,..."

"It's more than likely he's going after anyone else who wronged him. Oscorp being our best guess." May concluded Peter's thought.

Harry hoped that was the case. He wanted tonight to go smoothly. He wanted peace and quiet.

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Why does he do this to himself? Bobby's always saying how the Q-word is a jinx. Why didn't he listen!?

When he first arrived at Oscorp he snuck in past security flawlessly. Having a hands-up on the competition with invisibility powers. After reaching the lower levels of the building, he heard rumbling and load crashes. Screaming from the scientists and visitors. No time for invisibility.

Leaping down he started directing people.

"That way! Let's go, let's go!"

"Help!" Harry turned to see some debris that had fallen from the roof collapsed on a woman's leg. Shit. Running over, Harry lifted and tossed the giant piece of the building away. Shooting some webbing onto the victim's leg. Handing her over to a scientist and firefighter nearby. Guess they arrived quickly.

"Get her out of here! I have to deal with Doc Ock." Nodding the firefighter picked up the woman.

"Will do! Be careful kid!"

When he reached the testing area, Doc Ock was fighting some weird green-looking dude.

Just when Doc Ock pinned his opponent down, webs zipped in front and behind his head. Looking to his right, he got another kick to the face. Launching him to the wall. Shaking his head and dusting off debris on his coat he looked up more annoyed than before.

Harry narrowed his, which was expressed through his mask, but then he tucked and rolled after his Spidey-Sense warned him of behind. Spinning as he rolled, he faced the other person in the room.

"Hey there! My name's Spider-Man! How 'bout you?"

"Norman Osborn. A pleasure to meet you. I admire the kick you gave my friend. However, while cliche, he's mine." Just as he finished speaking, Norman controlled his hoverboard to speed at Harry while Doc Ock rammed towards Harry as well. Waiting for the last possible moment, Harry leaped up, making the two bad guys crash into each other. Shooting out webs, Harry pulled himself toward them and landed a punch on Otto and a famous face kick to Norman.

"I'm gonna call you Green Goblin. Suits your mask." Harry said as he dodged something G.G. threw at him. Beginning to walk forward, a small explosion pushed him forward faster. "Bombs! Are you insane!"

Laughing, G.G. ignored Harry and sped towards him with Doc Ock in tow. Somehow these two worked well as a team. Scarily enough, thank go they didn't fully get along. Awe, Harry brought them together- he's gonna hurl.

"Weren't you two trying to destroy each other a while ago!? What happened to that!?" Harry asked rhetorically while avoiding and throwing attacks. Hopefully, everyone above evacuated the building. Because by the way Green Goblin threw his bombs, not everyone was making it out.

The fight seemed to go on forever, that is til one of the bombs had hit a pillar that supported a huge portion of the floor above them. Green Goblin flew away and escaped through the opening, while Doc Ock was busy trying to murder Harry.

"This is your fault. If it weren't for you, I would've gotten my daughter back, my job!" What? Scanning the area, Harry's mask told him a lucid gas was in the air. It had properties that made people hallucinate, which explained why Doc Ock thought Harry was Green Goblin. While Harry was distracted, Otto took the opportunity to pin Harry against a wall with his arms. Cracking the wall behind him. "It's over Norman. You're going to feel the pain I had when you took away my life's work. It could've saved her. My Olivia."

Oh no.

"Goodbye." He said before rushing towards Harry. As if in slow motion, Harry kicked up at the last moment. Without holding back. Launching Otto into the concrete ceiling. A crack was heard, and Harry fell to the ground. Taking a breath, he realized the building was collapsing and burning. Scanning for life, he saw glimpses of Otto's. No.

"No!!" Swinging through the hole made by the man who attacked him, Harry landed near Otto. He was hefting loudly. Wheezing while trying to speak.

"Olivia,.."

"No, no no no. Come on! We've gotta go!" Harry flipped him over and disconnected the tentacle on Otto's back. Making yell out in pain. "Come on!" Harry yelled out, picking the man up and swinging out of the building avoiding large debris.

Once out, Harry was able to see the damage. Oscorp was destroyed. Smoke coming from the center. Landing on a building nearby, Harry saw firefighters outside trying to put out the smoke. Landing he cried out.

"Help! He needs help!" Gaining the attention of Eddie and Buck, they ran towards him and took Otto. Harry tried to follow but he fell to the ground. Hen and Chimney rushed over to him, asking to remove the mask for breathing but Harry refused. His vision focused on the firefighters 20 feet in front of him.

He saw Buck shake his head.

He failed. His ears rang. He looked over to see a cop walking over with handcuffs and a gun in hand. He's failed. Athena steps in front of the cop. Muffled yelling. Their hands are off him. No one touches him. Bobby.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking up through the lenses.

"Breath in." Fuck that.

Harry rammed into Bobby's chest and shut his eyes. The inside of his mask was wet from his tears. He failed.

"No, you didn't." Looking up, Bobby looked at his eyes despite not knowing who was underneath the mask. "You saved the most lives. That's what matters."

"I don't care what old laws are! The mayor was set to reveal Spider-Man as a trusted ally of the LAFD and LAPD. So back it up, before I take your badge and gun from you." Athena reprimanded the cop before turning back to the boy savior.

"Oh baby, come here." She said pulling him into a hug. Despite having to pretend she wasn't his mother, he couldn't help it. "You did what you could."

"We've got new trouble." He said when he let go of her. "Green Goblin. Norman Osborn. He's gone mad. I don't know how, but I'm going to find out. And I'm going to bring him to you." He said determined to come back with an alive enemy next time.

"I know you will. We'll be on the lookout as well. Go home, I know your family's worried." Yup. May crushed him into a hug and Peter cried out apologies for encouraging it in the first place. The next morning MJ reported on how Spider-Man saved her friend, Phin's life.

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Playing video games was a great distraction. The family was over for a barbecue and Harry was talking to Denny while Chris went to the bathroom. He'd gotten better at doing things by himself.

Harry was just about to beat Denny when the game paused. Looking over at player two he saw Denny looking scared.

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah, just,.." He got up and closed the door. Locking it. Huh. "Some things have been happening. Like physical." Huh. Awkward puberty talk.

"Oh, well. I mean, yeah, you're a teenager now and things are going to start changing with your body and-"

"No. Not that." Harry quirked his eyebrow. Denny sighed and stimmed his hands. "It-,.. It's better if I show you." He said while bending his knees slightly. Harry closed his eyes.

"Denny no please-!" Thud. Huh. Braving, Harry opened his eyes. Denny was gone. Scratch that, he was on the roof. The. Roof! Denny was smiling while panicking.

"This is weird, right?" Smiling in return Harry leapt up while twisting mid-air. Landing in front of Denny whilst sticking to the roof like a pro.

"Not that weird." Denny looked in awe. Then relief. They're not alone.

To Be Continued in Volume 2.

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Movie Night Secrets

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader platonic

Request: HELLO!!! can I pls request a peter Parker x fem friend! reader (angst/comfort btw) that has a fast metabolism that nobody knows about. She usually hides her skinniness by wearing oversized clothes since she is too embarrassed to show how skinny she is. And one day when you and Peter have a movie night at your apartment your sleeve accidentally roles upwards and he notices. He's quik to ask if you're okay while trying not to panic. He thought you had an ED while were suffering alone. You try to calm him down so you can explain its not what it seems to be. And after he calms down you explain that it's not an ED but you just have a fast metabolism

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: The one time you’re finally able to hang out with Peter, a big secret is let loose

A/N: 2 Peter fics in a row

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Ugh,” Peter threw his head back with a groan, “I can’t believe we had to postpone this three different times.”

You laughed loudly, walking over to the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in your hands, “Well, if someone didn’t have to keep canceling because of patrol, then we would have had movie night weeks ago.” You teased him playfully, making sure he knew you weren’t actually mad.

It was then his turn to chuckle before picking up the remote as you plopped down onto the cushion beside him, “A New Hope?” He asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Star Wars movie marathon!” You cheered back, pumping a fist in the air.

Your breath hitched though as you watched the sleeve of your oversized hoodie quickly roll up and showcase your outstretched arm.

Luckily, your best friend was too busy searching for the film to even notice, and you were able to quickly shove it back down, silently cursing yourself for not being more careful.

Once the movie was finally found, you both leaned back and snuggled under a couple of blankets, happily munching on the bowl of popcorn that you had placed in between the two of you.

By the time the movie had ended, the sun had just begun to set, and you glanced hesitantly out the window, “Are you sure you don’t need to go out? I don’t mind-“

“Nope!” He exclaimed joyfully, “Mr. Stark said he would find someone to cover for me tonight. Maybe Mr. Bucky or Mr. Sam… Anyways, I suppose that means you’re stuck with me.” He sent you a playful smirk and you just laughed.

He hopped up, popcorn bowl in hand, “Want me to go get us some more?”

You shook your head slightly, reaching up to get it, “No, I’ll do it, you find the next-“ You cut yourself short as your eyes widened in horror.

Your sleeve had rolled up again.

Quickly, you slammed your arm down and chuckled nervously, knowing that you should have just tried to play it off. But now, Peter definitely knew.

His eyes widened and for a moment, he was just standing there, mouth opening and closing like a fish, unable to come up with the words he needed to react to what he just saw.

“W-what was-“ He finally stuttered out, and your face turned red in embarrassment.

He had seen how skinny your arm was.

“Peter-“ You tried to explain, but your mouth went dry. You also couldn’t find the words you needed to speak to him.

“You have an eating disorder?” His words shocked you, and your mouth flew open, but he continued before you could speak, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked like he was about to cry.

“Peter-“

“I could have helped you,” He was shaking in front of you now, looking as if he was close to a panic attack, “Oh god, how could I not have noticed? It all makes sense now. You’re always wearing sweatshirts and your always- god, how could I be so stupid? Was I really so caught up in being Spiderman that I couldn’t even notice that my own best friend-“

“Peter!” You finally cut off his rambling as you stood up before softening your voice completely, “It’s not what you think.”

“But I saw-“

“I have a fast metabolism,” You explained, cheeks burning red as you averted your eyes so you wouldn’t see his surly, pitying expression, “I didn’t want to tell you because I’m embarrassed about how skinny I am.”

When you finally had the courage to face him once more, it wasn’t pity that looked back at you, but kindness, “You could have told me,” He said gently, “You can tell me anything.”

“I know,” You admitted.

He let out a soft sigh and quickly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a welcoming embrace to his chest. You responded by gladly hugging him in return.

“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me about these kinds of things,” He whispered into your shoulder, “I want to be able to be there for you.”

“You’re right,” You pulled away slightly so you could look him in the eyes, “You’re my best friend, Pete, and I never should have kept this from you.”

“I understand why you did, though,” He assured you.

Some tears entered your eyes now, “Thank you.”

“Come on, let’s get the popcorn and start the next movie.” He grinned, slinging and arm over your shoulder, leading you to the kitchen.

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sweeter than honey pt. 17

Summary: Y/N “Honey” Cirillo has been many things in her short life: an unwanted child, a dancing prodigy, a teen mom, and now she’s a replacement bride. After her sister runs away, Y/N is forced to take her place and marry into the Barton family. The Three Families are already dealing with enough. With the murder of a high-ranking member and HYDRA continuing to make threats, they need this marriage to go ahead without a hitch. Can Clint and Y/n find happiness or is there too much against them?

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Content warning: Arranged marriage, sex, violence, murder

Notes: And just like that...seven months later, we are done with Clint and Honey's story! A huge thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me as I have struggled along with this story 💛

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The guard in the room growled at her, “Stay.” This was the first time she would be alone in weeks and she kept her face straight and her eyes a little unfocused. The idiots had thought they were drugging her, but little did they know she’d been taking sleeping pills for years. They thought they could hide it in her food and she wouldn’t know better. She hid her tolerance well, biding her time until something like this happened.

As soon as the door closed she had her ear pressed to the ground. Another knock at the door had her tensing as she waited for the door to open. Luckily, an even better distraction came as she heard gunshots and shouts fill the ground below her. She shot up from the floor and quickly looked around the room. Snatching one of her captor’s scarves from the chair, she wrapped it around her face before flinging the window open. She checked that no one was waiting below and quickly threw one leg over the edge once she saw the alley way was empty. Suddenly, a reflection caught her eye. Across the road, someone was on top of the building watching her. She saw the rifle in his hand and waited for him to pull the trigger but the person never did. Before she could stop herself, she threw a wink and jumped down to the fire escape below. When she reached the bottom, she looked back up and saluted him before bolting down the alleyway.

Bucky’s attention was drawn back from the alleyway to the room as he saw his group storm in, guns raised. Picking up his phone, he called Steve, “Someone was in the room.”

He watched Peter look around, “Our intel was 6 people. Indy’s people are never wrong. Whoever it was had to be here for ages.”

Steve frowned as he looked at the sparse room, his eyes taking in the pitiful living space, “I don’t think it’s her fault. The locks on the door and the state of all this looks like prisoner, not HYDRA.”

“If they’re just a prisoner then why did they run?”

Looking at the opened window Bucky’s brows furrowed, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Clint turned to Peter, “See if Indy can find anything out about HYDRA’s captives. We would’ve heard if they were ransoming off someone.

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yoomiii123 · 2 years

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The Runaways - Part 1: A strangely civil gesture

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Summary: Peter's PoV of Charlotte's early days

Word Count: 1'709

Trigger Warnings: none

Rating: PG

I remembered the day my brother brought back a puppy from the border. Skittish thing, malnourished to the point where his bones stuck out like bushels of grass on the dunes down by the Gulf. His left ear had been gnawed off and whatever fur he had left clung to my clothes as I chased him down the street. I wanted to help, but even back then running after a creature whose speed—despite its pitiful state—outmatched mine, was bothersome. Running after a newborn was worse.

“Fucker, cut it out!” I screamed after the man as I chased him over the hill, wondering if he even understood me. With the Repatriation sending hundreds of farm hands and Mexican Americans down here, English had become more widespread. But I doubted that the bearded vagrant cared much for his new competition’s tongue.

He must have thought he died and went to heaven when Maria crawled into his tent.

I ducked my head and pushed my legs to their limit, not hesitating for a second when the white streak finally stopped, halted by the sweet smell of clean blood that the wind carried over from the farmhouse nearby. I rammed my feet into his back and tore his legs off before his rabid instincts could push him towards the family, who was still soundly sleeping in their beds. They wouldn’t for long though if he didn’t stop wailing soon.

“¡Silencio, cabrón!” I tried my luck again, this time in Spanish, but he kept squealing. A lamp flickered on inside the house, throwing a solitary ray of light out the window.

Time to get out of here.

I threw the bastard over my shoulders and grabbed his legs with my left before running back to the encampment. His harrowing screams echoed in my ears, loud enough that I contemplated removing his jaw for a second. But that would only give me one more thing to carry and my hands were pretty full already.

Luckily, his cries and clawing subsided to a low whimpering the moment we entered Jasper’s reach. I could feel my anger melt away as well. It was instantly replaced by the calm melancholy that usually kept the newborns in check. Jasper must have slipped for this dumbass to get away in the first place.

He was sitting on an overturned crate in the middle of the camp now. Staring down at the dirt on his boots, he resembled the old veteran he was more closely than his eternal youth should have allowed. He didn’t move, even as I dropped the runner and his broken pieces in front of him. The newborn’s hand immediately twitched towards his legs, desperate to stop the pain that being separated from them caused.

“Any trouble?” Jasper’s voice was smooth like liquid honey, but the lack of emotion ran a shiver down my spine. I’d have to come up with something to lift his spirits later. But right now, there were other priorities. Like the four newborns standing in a circle nearby, occasionally growling.

“No, though we interrupted that poor family’s beauty sleep.”

That finally made my friend look up. His eyes were glowing red, just like mine. Feeding had been good recently; easy, with the Great Depression supplying desperate people in a sheer endless stream. Nobody missed them.

“Don’t worry, they didn’t see anything,” I assured him.

Jasper clenched his jaw and returned to staring at his boots. “Good. Take them back, I’ll deal with the rest.”

I looked around the small campsite. Tents were ripped, crates shattered, and bags torn open. Clothes mixed with body parts in the dirt. It was a mess but judging from the three females who were finally all dressed in trousers, it had been worth it. That would only be a small mercy for Jasper, though. “Are you sure? I can take care of it.”

“I said ‘go’, Peter.”

Stubborn fool.

I hustled the old man to his feet and shoved him towards the group in the back. His legs were already reattached and able to break his fall. I wish it went that quickly for me these days. “Everyone, follow me. And if one of you thinks about running, you can ask him what a bad idea that is.”

There was some hissing and crouching from the group, but they fell in line and followed me without another incident. At least for now. Their true colours would only show once we were out of Jasper’s reach. Not something I was looking forward to.

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To my surprise, the way back to the hacienda was more or less uneventful. The boy, he couldn’t have been much older than fifteen, jumped the younger one of the two Mexican girls about halfway through, but he quickly learned his lesson when I took his hand for it. It was wiggling in my pocket now, anxious to reunite with its owner. I would keep it for an hour or so, set another example.

We were greeted by the usual anonymity and aggression that occurred whenever I took a group feeding, while the others had to stay behind. However, the other newborns were older, some of them rapidly approaching their one year-mark, and thus wise enough to know that airing those feelings was a bad idea. Still, two of the older ones cornered the vagrant when I closed the barn door behind us. I let them, filing it under fight training. After all, it would be a while before Jasper showed up to give them their first instruction, with the mood he was currently in.

I settled on a chair by the window, keeping an eye on the scuffle to make sure they didn’t accidentally go too far and kill the old man. Following the newborns’ fighting had lost its excitement a long time ago. And with the types of recruits Maria was recently amassing, it couldn’t have been further from becoming interesting again. Of the eighteen newborns I currently had to watch, ten were either too young or too old to turn into formidable fighters, and the rest were women. Well, there was one—Mateo if I remembered correctly—who could maybe become half-decent. He was scrawny and on the younger side, but he was tall, topping both me and Jasper in height. If he only knew how to use those unnaturally long limbs of his properly.

“What are we waiting for?”

I turned my head and found the source of the silvery voice to be one of the females we had taken out. Maria had shoved her into the barn two days ago; I remembered because I was surprised to see someone with hair as pale as mine. Her recent choice of newborns spoke to Maria not planning any conquests soon, and that usually meant she didn’t wander far to collect recruits. I had no idea how a white American ended up with us.

“Orders,” I replied, one eye still trained on the fighting threesome. Their moves had slowed down, it was only a question of minutes now before they grew tired of it.

“Orders to do what?”

Good question. I had no idea. And neither did Jasper, I had asked him on multiple occasions.

For the first two and a half years that I had been around, Maria constantly pushed for more. Monterrey wasn’t enough, we needed Saltillo as well. Then San Luis Potosí, Laredo, San Antonio and eventually Austin. When we weren’t fighting, we were either training or feeding. There was rarely a quiet moment. But these days, it was mostly just waiting. Six months had passed since our last battle and Maria hadn’t mentioned expanding to Jasper once. So, we waited. For her to finally come up with a new plan or another coven to find the courage to challenge us.

“It’s okay to say ‘I don’t know’ every once in a while.”

The newborn’s voice pulled me from my thoughts again. My eyes abandoned the three troublemakers and focused on her. She was very pretty, in a delicate way. But then, all female recruits were beyond beautiful. Still, there was something about her. She was merely a few days old and should have barely been able to string together a few words. And yet, she did not only form full sentences but also managed to call me out on my ignorance. It was remarkable.

I chuckled. “Well, I guess ‘I don’t know’ then.”

The woman returned my smile and took another step in my direction. She was tiny, but unlike some of the other females we previously had, her body seemed to be developed to the point where calling her a girl would have been an insult. It was as if someone had taken a woman and shrunk her to the size of a teenager. Still, I didn’t doubt that she would not have no issues snapping me in half.

“We will have to wait and see then,” she said. “Do you mind if I wait with you?”

Usually, I would have issued a warning to keep her from coming closer about now. But somehow, I didn’t mind her approaching. The possibility to converse in my mother tongue was enticing, especially since Jasper had become more and more taciturn lately. And so, I allowed it.

She stopped a few feet away and sat down beneath the window. The moonlight illuminated her hair, almost blending it with the fairness of her skin. It was forming all types of unruly shapes, likely due to leftover gel that had survived the last days. It was difficult to make out how long it was in the pale light, as it disappeared just below her chin. But I suspected that it couldn’t be much longer than mine. Otherwise, Maria would have cut it before changing her. Unless she doesn’t care about that anymore too.

There was an amused look in her ruby eyes as I passed over them, and I wondered if she had noticed my staring. If she did, however, she chose not to point it out. Instead, in another strangely civil gesture, she held her hand out in my direction and introduced herself. “I’m Charlotte.”

“Peter,” I returned and took her hand, silently hoping she wouldn’t crush mine.

She didn’t.

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kurt-wagner-official · 1 year

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Post #59: UXM issues 193-194

Issue 193 is the one-hundred issue of the revival of the book, and it's double sized to celebrate. In the Hellions arc of the New Mutants, we were introduced to a new, young Thunderbird, who was heavily implied to be the brother of the original. Here, we follow up on that, with Sean being attacked and kidnapped by him as the first step in Thunderbird's revenge. In New York, Xavier wakes up in the Morlock tunnels. Callisto tells him he was clinically dead when one of her people brought him there, and Healer nearly killed himself saving him. For reasons that I do not quite fathom, the Morlocks replaced his blood soaked clothes with what's basically a dominatrix outfit, which he's very upset about. Callisto walks him through the Alley, introducing him to the world of the Morlocks, when Sunder runs up and tells them someone shot several of their children, which she points to as an example of why the Morlocks must stay down here. In the mountains, Thunderbird is at the site of his brother's death, cursing the X-Men. He believes Xavier used his powers to control John, and he wants revenge on him for destroying his family. He's joined by Roulette, Empath, and new recruit Firestar (of Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends fame, and this is her first time moving to the comics). Thunderbird storms off, not wanting their help, but Empath, who's enslaved Firestar, wants to take the opportunity to help him kill the X-Men. In the Danger Room, Sam is in a training session with the X-Men playing super-tag. I can never get enough of the New Mutants training with the senior team, especially Sam. I really like how they're set up as the future of the dream, and I hate how the nineties threw that out the window in favor of sticking with the animated series roster front and center. Anyway, the game is interrupted by the return of Xavier. Sam, who was once told off by Xavier for wearing Lila's punk clothes, is very amused by his current outfit, as are the rest of the team. In the middle of the Atlantic, Ororo is gazing on the water when she has a vision of a huge mountain range and her mother looking at her. She's determined to find the meaning of this somewhere in her homeland. Xavier is severely weakened by his near death experience, both physically and psychically. When the X-Men get a message from Thunderbird, saying he has Sean in the NORAD base where John Proudstar had his last mission, Xavier can't even form a mindlink, so Rachel goes on her first official field mission. This is also Kurt's first official mission as team leader, and he's more nervous than ever. As Kitty and Kurt sneak everyone inside the base, Xavier plans to monitor on Cerebro from the Blackbird, but the Hellions attack and take him out. Kurt starts admonishing himself, but he gets a hold of himself and tells Rachel to scan for Sean. But she refuses, suddenly overwhelmed with flashbacks to when she was a hound scanning for mutants. Kurt starts spiralling a little more, but he sends Kurt and Logan to find Sean and Anna to guard Xavier while he and Peter try to get through to Rachel, who's passed out. Logan and Kitty find Sean but are ambushed by Thunderbird. He floods the room with poisonous gas, but at the last second has a change of heart and drags them out before it kills them. Empath has taken control of the general in charge of the air force base and altered them to the X-Men's presence. He sends goons in robot suits after Peter and Kurt, who teleports Anna in to help. Kurt is captured and taken back to the general, while Firestar shows up and flies off with Peter to kill him. When they bring Kurt back to the command room, Empath fills him with bloodlust and sets him loose on the soldiers. Peter is trapped, knowing he could easily take out Firestar but doing so would kill her from this height. Luckily Anna comes along and absorbs her and saves both of them. She realizes how Empath is controlling her and is pissed. Speaking of Empath, when Thunderbird learns what he's doing he tries to stop the deaths of innocents until Kitty grabs Empath and takes him to Logan, who pops his claws and says something menacing and makes Empath faint. They're trying to come up with a plan when they're confronted by more soldiers. Across the base, Rachel has woken up. She feels terrible about letting her team down, and can sense Logan and Kitty in trouble, but is terrified to use her hound powers to track them. She also won't let Anna borrow her powers to do it, and she refuses to tell anyone why. Kurt just asks for the mental image of their location so he can do a blind port there. She gives it to him and volunteers to port with him. This is where we see Kurt's strength as a leader. Scott turned his team into a well oiled machine, while Ororo never stopped viewing them as individuals but turned off friend mode as soon as battle starts. Both were great leaders, but neither approach would have worked with Rachel. Kurt doesn't even ask why she won't obey his orders, he just says okay and offers to meet her halfway. Rachel is still terrified of being a hound again, but she can take this small step forward with Kurt as a helping hand. While they save their friends, Xavier wakes up to find Thunderbird ready to kill him. He doesn't fight, he just tells the boy that John was a hero who chose to fight and die with the X-Men. As much as the young Thunderbird wants to believe Xavier is a villain who murdered John, he accepts the truth and drops his knife. Everyone escapes, but the X-Men are now officially fugitives who attacked a military base. Thunderbird apologizes to the X-Men but decides that he needs to return to the Hellions with the sedated Empath and Roulette. He doesn't want to abandon his other teammates, and he thinks it's where he needs to be to find his path. Firestar also decides to return, even though Xavier says she and any other Hellions are always welcome with him. In an epilogue, we follow up on Nimrod, now staying as a houseguest in the apartment of Jamie Rodriguez, the man whose life he saved. Rodriguez is a good person who supports mutant rights and offered Nimrod free room and board for helping him. He has no idea the truth about his new friend. We learn that after future Kate failed to destroy Nimrod, he attempted to follow Rachel back in time, but was unsuccessful until the whole Kulan Gath/Doctor Strange wonkiness opened the door. When he realizes he's in a new timeline, he's unsure what his mission to protect humanity entails in this dimension, but decides that for now, it means terminating any super beings that are labelled outlaws, including the X-Men. This was a good issue, if a little underwhelming compared to a lot of the anniversary issues. We saw new sides of Kurt, Xavier, and Rachel, but not much from everyone else. Since this is celebrating 100 issues of this team, I would have liked to see Sean working with the instead of sleeping through everything, especially since it's been so long. But there's a lot to love here; John Romita Jr. is at the top of his game with the action sequences, and Claremont turns both Firestar and Thunderbird into really interesting characters in a short amount of time.

Sightings of the Juggernaut's return to New York have the city in a panic, while he watches, amused and planning his next move. After the events of the previous day, the X-Men are very reluctant to go out and find him (except for Peter, who's excited to have a rematch), but they do it anyway. Although I love a good dramatic willpower push to continue fighting, I also really like scenes like this, where being a superhero is a job that you sometimes wanna just call in sick to. But of course if they actually did that they wouldn't be superheroes. In Kenya, a safari with a couple of mysterious rich assholes stops at a rest stop and starts harassing the owner until Ororo arrives, kicks all their asses, and tells them to leave. The owner recognizes the wind-rider and thanks her for her salvation and mercy, but Ororo rejects the worship that she once embraced. Back in New York, the Juggernaut's big evil plan turns out to just be going to the bank to make a deposit. Claremont, at least after his first couple appearances, seems to prefer writing Juggernaut as Just Some Guy. He's an asshole, but he's also just doing his thing a lot of the time. I like the interpretation, and it especially stands out amongst 80s villains, but it's not really embraced by a lot of other writers who borrow Juggy, so it can be a little weird to go back and forth. In this case, there seems to be no danger at all until Nimrod swoops in and tries to kill Juggernaut. The X-Men have no idea who this is, but he starts attacking them too, so they jump into the fray. It's a very fun battle, which starts with Nimrod throwing all the metal beams in a construction site on top of Juggy and escalates to Rachel throwing a building at Nimrod. Kitty tries to phase and discovers he's a robot, but she's hit with a paralyzing agent. The only way she can communicate the info is by leaning her forehead against Anna. She then takes the powers of Peter and Kurt to pull off the move Kurt used on Magus- grabbing Nimrod's arm porting it off. Blue Anna with metal arms is a fun design, and it's a testament to how well Claremont knows his characters' voices that he's able to mix all their speech patterns into Anna's internal dialogue. Nimrod is severely damaged and retreats, while Juggy does the same. Even though it had a huge set piece battle and introduced a key villain, Claremont makes this issue feel like just a typical day in the life of a bunch of outlaw superheroes. It's a fun approach and this was a fun issue.

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Say No To This | Into The Spider-Verse! Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader|

Summary: (Y/N) is married and so it Peter Benjamin Parker, both from different dimensions. But, Peter can’t say no.

Warning: Smut, nudity, adultery, mentions of abuse, swearing, alcohol, and blackmail.

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse.

Based on: “Say No To This” by Lin-Mauel Miranda, sang by Jasmine Cephas.

Third Person POV.

She/Her pronouns for reader.

(Y/n) (l/N) looked to Melvin-John Watson, or as most people knew him MJ, she was setting the table for them and she was tense as she did.

(Y/n) married him about three years ago, and it had turned loveless and well, let’s just say whenever (y/n) went out to do Spider-Woman jobs, she stayed out longer in fear of what MJ would do to her.

She went missing for a couple of days. There's nothing like summer in the city, and someone under stress meets someone looking pretty - that’s when she met Spider-Noir, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker and of course the other Spider-Men, Woman, and Ham... or SP//DR.

Needless to say when she first met Peter Benjamin Parker she was smitten, but he was married to Mary-Jane in his dimension. So, she let it go.

But, things started getting worse in her relationship with her MJ, she was hurt emotionally and physically, the guy was out drinking every night, drunk and sleeping around.

It was one of those nights. As said, (y/n) had set out the meal and immediately complaints began.

The steak was overcooked, the wine was weak, the whipped garlic potatoes weren’t whipped enough. He got so angry that he stabbed the table with the steak knife and threw the plate at (y/n)‘s head, who dodged before it hit her. It flew at the wall and smash, food scattering the floor. Next was the red wine glass, staining the wall and carpet, then he stormed out with his keys and his phone, slamming the door.

(Y/n) sighed and looked down at her wrist, she constantly wore the dimension hopper Gwen and Peni made in case she ever needed to bolt and leave, though of course they thought the only use to was to meet up with each other. She never did leave, this might be the first time she considered it.

God, how pathetic. She’s Spider-Woman and she can’t even deal with her arsehole of a husband.

It was quiet late she knew that, and thought of which dimension wouldn’t mind her there. Peter B. was probably on a date with his MJ, so she wouldn’t want to risk him seeing her. Miles, Gwen and Peni are kids, she didn’t fancy stressing them. Porker was too silly and daft. Peter Benjamin Parker? He was the last option. His MJ was out of town for a month, and he said he was mainly on a break for now. Would he mind?

I mean; there's trouble in the air, you can smell it... And Peter Benjamin Parker’s by himself.

She had no time to think, she instead threw on her Spider-Woman uniform, and opened the portal to the grey scale dimension and hopped in. She greatly stuck out with her colour, so she’d have to hide but she needed to see someone.

(Y/n) rushed to the apartment buildings were Peter stayed, they had all visited a few times and so, she luckily remembered where she was going.

She swung up onto a fire escape and landed quiet, she gently tapped on the window with her gloved index finger. Maybe he wasn’t in? What then?

Peter hadn't slept in a week, he was weak, he was awake, hunched over his desk, writing away furiously on a case. You've never seen a bastard hero more in need of a break, longing for vengeance, missing his wife, grabbed the nearest gun. He sneaked out of his small, rundown office and looked to the window. He calmed down instantly seeing the brightly, (f/c) Spider-Woman at his window, smiling shyly and waving.

Peter smiled himself and set his gun down, and opened the window for her. Happy that Miss (y/f/n) walked into his life.

“(Y/f/n)? What are you doing here?”

Ah yes, she never told anyone of her marriage to MJ Watson. Guess tonight she was finally going to come clean. She said;

“I know you are a man of honour, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…” Sighed (y/n), shoulders slouched.

Peter frowned and held a hand out, he wouldn’t and couldn’t lie, (y/n) was a very pretty dame, but he’s married. She took his hand as she was helped in.

“Would you like anything to eat? Drink? How about a hooch?” He asked, sitting her down on his run down sofa.

“Whiskey sounds perfect.” She replied, throwing her head back, her (h/l), (h/c) hair brushing against the heading.

Peter poured two glasses, he might as well, and set them down on the table, no coasters needed.

“What’s up, Doll?” He asked, looking into her bright, (e/c) eyes. He may not know exactly what colour her blinkers were, but he couldn’t lie he got lost in them. They always shined brightly, sun or moon, like little stars.

(Y/n) took a gulp of her drink and sighed, “I guess it’s time I confess... I’m married.”

“You’re married?” He asked heartbroken, why though? He’s married to MJ, he’s happy. Right?

“Was, sorta...” She said, “my husband’s doin’ me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me... Suddenly he’s up and gone, I don’t have the means to go on.” Not exactly a lie, MJ was still very much in her life, but it was loveless and based on abuse. He left constantly, so... technically the truth. She gulped the last of her drink.

Peter frowned, when he saw that twit he’s gonna give him lead poisoning! He helped her up and offered her a loan, and gave her thirty dollars he had socked away.

“I know it’s not much but —“

“No, Pete I couldn’t —“

He covered her mouth, “I insist. I’ll take you home, okay?”

“You’re too kind, Pete.” Pete, what a lovely nickname.

She lived one dimension away, so offered to walked her home, he opened the portal to her dimension and the two swung to her place, a small flat in a remote location. The lights were off and the car wasn’t there. MJ was still out, thank god.

“This ones mine, Pete.” (Y/n) whispered, as they landed on her pathway.

Peter nodded, a dark grey shade tinting his cheeks ever so slightly as he looked at her gorgeous (b/t) stems. The legs of her suit made her entire body— no. He’s married.

“Well I should head back home.” Peter mumbled, but (Y/n), in a burst of confidence, pulled Peter inside. Maybe it’s that whiskey that gave her confidence?

(Y/n) went red, she led him to her bed, she let her legs spread and said, “stay?”

“Hey.” Peter’s face had turned a darker grey.

“Hey.” She said back teasingly.

Peter stared as she began to unzip her costume slowly.

��Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ He prayed silently, ‘I don’t know how to say no to this.’

(Y/n)’s spider suit was off and her hair was loose and slightly messy, only her underwear was on.

‘But my God, she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying, “hell, yes”...’ Peter thought, slowly moving over to (y/n). No, he should say no to this...

He should go, he backed up but (y/n) was in front of him. How can he say no to this? ‘In my mind I’m trying to go, then her mouth is one mine and I don’t say —‘

All thoughts cut off, her lips were on his and her found himself kissing back.

No! No! Say no to this!

Her backed up against the bed, her on her back as he hovered over her. She slowly pulled off his clothes and kissed his neck, making him groan.

No!

Both faces now red, well Peters in a grey scale and completely naked, he left hickeys down her neck, sucking harder on the more tender spots, eliciting louder moans. She scratched his back, leaving dark, grey nail marks down his spine and earned her low moans and gasping.

No!

She reached down and squeezed his ass, making him moan, and bite her ear, warning a gasp.

Say no to this!

“Oh god, Peter! Please just —“ He kissed again and spat on his hand, he slowly fingered and rubbed her vagina, making sure she was stretched. He then slowly pushed into her, making her gasp and arch her back.

He moaned and hid his face into the crook of her neck. Mary-Jane long gone from his thoughts.

No! No! Say no to this!

She kissed his neck, leaving grey toned hickeys on his neck as he slowly began to thrust. Moans and gasps filled the roam.

“Oh (y/n)!” He moaned out.

She dug her nails into his hips, once he hit her g-spot, “h-harder! Oh god, harder Peter!”

Peter suddenly rammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure, as he kissed her again.

No! No! Say not to this!

His grey tongue explored her pink mouth, and she ran her hands through his hair, as he gripped her thighs. He continued to slam into her, making her shaky and weak, moaning into the kiss.

No! No! Say not to this!

They climaxed at the same time with a loud moan of each other’s names, before Peter promptly fell next to her.

That was the best pitching woo he had ever had, and wow...

(Y/n) cuddled up to him in his side and gently rested her hand on his chest, drawing patterns into his pecks, while he gently caressed her hips.

That’s when he froze, he was still wearing his wedding ring and she was wearing hers. MJ left her, he and his MJ were still together and — oh god!

He isn’t dizzy for this dame, he’s married and very much in love with MJ! At least that’s what he tells himself.

He also tells himself that this is the first and last time he does this, he felt awful cheating on MJ but, then again... He’s not felt like this in years.

The two fell asleep, curled up in bed together and Peter left early the next morning.

..........

(Y/n) realised she messed up and felt sick to her stomach knowing she ruined whatever friendship she had with Peter and his relationship with MJ. It’s all her fault.

Her MJ still wasn’t back, which allowed for her to show ever slowly and try to wash away all the bad memories of last night.

She should just leave Melvin-John, but she couldn’t. He knew who she was and he could out her to everyone, he could ruin her. Not to mention everything was under his name, and she would have nowhere else to go.

MJ didn’t show up all day, and when it was 1:00 am, she decided to call him, make sure he was alive.

Her phone rang a few times until he eventually picked up.

“Whaaat the fuck do yoou want?” MJ slurred, stumbling over something, of course (y/n) only heard.

“I-i was just checking you was okay and s-safe... I-I’m sorry.” She apologised, biting her thumb nail, “h-how long will you be out f-for...?”

MJ coughed suddenly, “howeverrrr long I wan’! Couple o’ weeks!” He squealed at the end and burped, then hung up abruptly.

Weeks? She would be alone for weeks? No MJ, and no Parker’s, or anyone. She certainly couldn’t show her face after what she and Peter did.

And Peter felt the same. He locked himself in his office, hunched over, working tiredly over a case that wasn’t his case to solve.

His thoughts were filled with (y/n), and how gorgeous her hair is and her smile, her gorgeous, soft, (l/c) lips. Her soft, smooth, (s/c) and — he shook his head.

For three days he hadn’t left and for the first time in thee days he thought of MJ, and how she’ll feel once she found out.

Peter set his pen down and sighed, running a hand through his hair and got dressed in his Spider-Man suit and went out.

He opened the colourful portal to (y/n)‘s world and went in. He immediately went to her house.

(Y/n) was opening a window, dressed as Spider-Woman and her shoulders slouched. She had been alone for days.

Peter rushed over and appeared in front of her, “(n/n).”

“Peter!” She squealed in shock but was silenced when he pulled up their masks and kissed her.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate and kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck, and his arms around her waist.

Peter pinned her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses and bites, making her gasp and moan.

She took off his hat and jacket, pushing him down on the sofa. She took off her suit slowly, while he hurriedly took off his.

(Y/n) attacked his neck and chest with love bites, making him moan, his fingers finding her hips as she slowly lowered onto him and kissed him roughly.

He moaned into the kiss, as he thrust-ed up, making her moan, riding on him, god he could get used to this.

Peter flipped them and kissed down the valley between her breasts, thrusting every so often and leaving love bites in his trail.

He kissed her breasts and gently suckled on her nipple, making her gasp and moan, throwing her head back.

Peter slammed into her, making her moan loudly, “oh harder!”

Peter was happy to oblige and slammed into her again, harder and moan into her neck, as she moan louder, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“You’re so perfect, (y/n).” Peter groaned out, kissing her jawline.

“A-and you’re incredibly handsome!” (Y/n) moaned.

(Y/n)‘s walls tightened and they climaxed together.

Peter wished he could say that was the last time, but he said that last time. It became a pastime.

Every day the two would meet in either dimension, have some fun together in the way that you’re probably thinking, with a few rooftop dates in between.

Whenever the Spider-Gang would meet up, there was secret touchingly between them, a hand on her lower back, a hand on his upper arm.

..........

It was a month into this endeavour, and after one particularly long and fun night in bed together, Peter rushed home saying he was busy on a case. The two kissed each other goodbye as he ran out.

(Y/n) hugged her pillow close and smiled like an idiot, she was helplessly in love with him. Even if he wasn’t with her.

She fell asleep after that and didn’t wake up until the next day, when she was awoken with a smashed liquor bottle over the bed, in which she covered her head quickly.

She sat up and froze, her husband was there holding a black and grey scale hat, that was a bit static-y from Peter Benjamin Parker’s dimension.

“MJ —“

“Who the fuck are you sleeping with?!” He yelled, yanking her up by her wrists, “it’s one of the spider fucks, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, I just —“

Melvin threw her down, “which one?!” He grabbed the lamp and held it above his head and (y/n) curled into a ball.

In a state of panic she yelled, “Spider-Noir!”

MJ froze and smashed the lamp next her head, then stormed out angrily.

(Y/n) took a shaky breath, unsure of what to do. Maybe if she had said no to her desires earlier on, everything would be fine.

Later that night, (y/n) went to meet with all the spiders. She put on her suit and grabbed Peter’s hat, just as MJ walked up to her.

She tensed as he gave her kiss, gently brushing her wrist that was holding the hat, “I’ll see you soon.”

(Y/n) opened the portal and stepped through, appearing in Aunt May’s house in Miles’ dimension. She set down the hat and jumped next to Gwen and Peter B, “hey guys.”

Peter-Noir’s face lit up behind his mask, especially as through the night, the two ended up sitting next to each other and secretly held hands.

The night came to an end, (y/n) leaving a few minutes before everyone else.

Peter saw his hat and picked it up, he must’ve left it at (y/n)‘s and she gave it back. He smiled at the thought of her. God, he was so dizzy with a dame.

He looked down and noticed it a letter, he took it out and noticed it wasn’t (y/n)‘s writing, this looked like it was done by someone who wasn’t sure on proper English or writing skills.

Peter went home; it had his name on it, and opened the letter there in confusion. He had a received a letter? Even better, it said;

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me: down on their luck. You see, that was my wife who you decided to

“Fuuuu—“ Peter’s eye’s widened.

Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold. So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seein’ my whore wife, if the price is right: if not I’m telling your wife.

Melvin-John Watson.

Peter hid the letter - from a Mr. Melvin-John Watson, even better - and he raced out of his dimension.

..........

“You did what?!” Cried (y/n) looking at MJ, half dressed in her suit.

“I let Peter know I know everything. Have fun with him.” Scoffed MJ, leaving the house.

Peter rushed in a moment later, missing MJ, and saw (y/n), tears in her eyes and her hair messed.

He glared and grabbed her shoulders, he screamed, “how could you?!” in her face.

“No, Pete!” She yelled.

Half dressed, apologetic. A mess, she looked pathetic, she fell to her knees and she cried out, “please don’t go, Pete!” She looked terrified.

“So was your whole story a setup?” Snarled Peter, upset and angry, as he genuinely fell in love with her.

“I don’t know about any letter!” (Y/n) cried out, Peter hadn’t even mentioned a letter, making him angry.

“Stop crying! Goddamn it, get up!” Peter yelled, looking at (y/n).

“I didn’t know any better!” She cried out in defence.

“I am ruined...” Peter choked out.

“Please don’t leave me with him!” Begged (y/n), crying giving Peter an answer immediately. The story wasn’t a set up and she went about her desires the wrong way.

“I am helpless.” They said together, looking to each other.

But his thoughts flashed to his wife, “how could I do this?!”

“Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” (Y/n) yelled taking off her suit completely.

“I don’t want you.” Lied Peter.

“Whatever you want!” She cried, moving over to him.

“I don’t want you!” He lied, turning to her slowly.

“If you pay, you can stay!”

‘Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ Peter thought as she wrapped her arms around him, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“The situation’s helpless... And your body’s screaming, “Hell, yes”.” He mumbled into her her neck. ‘No, show me how to say no to this,’ he thought. “How can I say no to this?”

Once she sat him down on his bed, there was nowhere he could go, and her bodies on his, he didn’t say no.

Peter undressed quickly and slipped into her instantly making the two moan.

No!

“Yes!” Peter moaned out, while (y/n) kissed his neck with a quiet, “yes” of her own.

No!

Peter leaned down setting her on her back and thrust-ed in again, “yes!” He moaned, as she dragged her nails down her back and she moaned out a quiet “yes.”

No!

He slammed against her g-spot, making her cry out, “yes!” And he moaned out, “yes” when she tightened around him.

One last thrust had them reaching their climax with a loud, “yes!” From both and they lay next to each other.

The duvet covered his waist and her chest, she faced the wall and Peter wrapped arm arm around her waist.

(Y/n) was the first to fall asleep one thought on her mind, ‘I don’t say no to this.’

Peter stayed awake and stared at her face and lay down again, pulling her closer. He really was in love with her as he thought, ‘I don’t say no to this.’

There was nowhere else to go...

MJ walked into the room and leaned against the door noticing (y/n) and Peter in bed together, naked.

“So?” MJ asked, making Peter look over to him, then back at (y/n).

They were both in helpless situations, MJ would out her to the world as Spider-Woman, and him to his wife that he was cheating. MJ would go back to hurting her and both (y/n) and Peter would be helpless for each other.

His eyes softened looking at (y/n) and reached into his pocket bringing out a stack of money, “nobody needs to know.”

He doesn’t say no to her.

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peakyblcnders · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Pairing: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Minerva McGonagall, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald

Warning: Fluff [I suppose?]

Summary: The boys finally land on the perfect name for their group! And it’s all thanks to their favourite Professor.

A/N: I’m back. Finally. Happy New Year, Christmas. 2022!

“Alright, listen up.” James Potter plopped himself on a chair next to his best friend Sirius Black, as he studied with Remus Lupin. Across from them, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald sat. “We need a name!” James exclaimed.

“A name?” Peter asked curiously.

“A name for a gang.” James explained. “I mean, people just call us the Gryffindor pranksters. It isn’t right.” He played with his fingers. Sirius closed his book and looked at his brother.

“Okay. What are you thinking?” Sirius questioned. Remus groaned, annoyed that his study session was being interrupted by James and Sirius’ conversation. He loved his friends. They’d accepted him for who he truly was but at times, they remained as stupid as the day he met them.

“Maybe The Gang?” James offered.

“Anyone have any suggestions that don’t suck like that name?” Sirius looked at his other friends. Mary shrugged, sketching in her book. Lily stopped writing and looked up.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be bothered paying attention, and as soon as James opened his mouth I lost interest.” Lily defended herself. James faked shock but Sirius just shook his head.

“Focus, Evans. Name for the most amazing group of pranksters to ever roam Hogwarts’ halls.” Sirius said. Lily smiled cheekily.

“Why not Sirius and the three Idiots?” She responded. James stab his heart as if she’d broken it. Remus raised an eyebrow and Peter threw his hands up. “What did we do?” Peter complained.

“Sorry Pete.” Lily apologised. “How about The Gang?”

“That’s just what Prongs said!” Remus replied. “Honestly, Lil. You’re making it awfully hard to defend your case that you’d never end up with someone like him when all you do is the say the same things.” Lily shrugged and returned her attention to her potions notes.

“Okay, what about The Pranksters? Just take away Gryffindor and you’ve got yourselves a fine name.” Mary proudly said. Sirius didn’t want to break her heart.

But luckily he was saved…

“Mr Black, Mr Potter, keep your voices down. This is a library not your common room!” Professor McGonagall whisper-yelled at them. Sirius gave her a sheepish look but James just smirked. “You Marauders.” She groaned as she left.

“Marauders?” Peter questioned.

“Marauders comes from the word Maraud which means to go about in search of things, steal or to attack.” Remus explained patiently.

“It’s perfect!” James yelled excitedly. “The Marauders. That’s what we’ll go by.”

“But we don’t steal.” Sirius said.

“And we don’t attack people.” Peter added.

“We also don’t really go in search of things.” Remus continued.

“Who cares?” James sighed. “Before you explained the meaning of the word, Moony, no one knew what it meant.”

“I did!” Lily responded.

“But it sounds catchy!” James argued. “Come on, boys! The Marauders. The Marauders. Marauders.” James kept going, whispering it into Sirius, Remus and Peter’s ears until they finally gave in.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Remus threw his hands up. “Let’s just throw logic out of the window, why don’t we?”

“I’m sure logic can fly.” James laughed.

“And if it can’t?” Remus asked.

“It can try.” Sirius said, bored.

“Who needs logic anyway when you have pranks, Quidditch and maps?” James smiled. “And an awesomely catchy name such as The Marauders.”

“The Marauders.” All four boys whispered it.

“You aren’t going to spit in your hands and shake it now, are you?” Lily asked.

“Or cut your hands in a blood-oath?” Mary questioned.

“You’re really messed up, Mar.” James said.

“Not as much as someone who names their group something that doesn’t relate to them at all!” She whispered harshly.

“Boohoo.” James replied.

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Honor || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: your best friend peter parker who has a secret crush on you catches your boyfriend cheating with another girl

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, angst, fluff

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Peter sat on the edge of the rooftop, kicking his feet back and forth while monitoring the street below him through a pair of binoculars. It was a slow afternoon and a chill hit him as he watched the sun begin to set over the bridge in the distance. He was beginning to wonder if maybe he should head home for the evening, get some homework done and eat when his binoculars landed on a couple sat on a street bench with their tongues practically down each other’s throats.

“Gross.” Peter grumbled, moving his binoculars on from the couple to skim the remainder of the street.

Although his sight had shifted to the other end of the street, his attention was grabbed by the sound of the girl’s voice from the couple he had just had the displeasure viewing, calling her boyfriend’s name.

At the sound of the name, Peter quickly swung his pair of binoculars to land on the couple again. He knew that plenty of people could have that name and that it was probably not even worth checking out, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Ian,” The girl laughed pulling away from the boy’s lips, but still in his arms.

Peter began to feel a knot twist in his stomach and his heart started beating rapidly. It couldn’t be him, right?

As he shifted the binoculars a bit more to land on the boy’s face he immediately recognized his face. How could he not? There was no doubt that the boy holding another girl in his arms was none other than your boyfriend, Ian.

As soon as he recognized him, Peter could feel nothing but rage. Ever since the moment that you had first mentioned him, Peter hated him. Before he had even met him he hated him because he had you. After he met him, he grew to hate him even more. Peter didn’t trust your boyfriend and had always had a bad feeling about him in his gut since the two of you had started dating a month ago which he now realized he was right. He didn’t feel good about it, however, he just felt sick looking at the sight in front of him.

How could he do that to you? He had you- Peter’s most favorite person in the world- who he would lay down his life for- and he had the audacity to cheat on you. Peter had been in love with you since he couldn’t even remember when and you still chose him- the guy he was now watching cheat on you in front of his own very eyes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Peter swore to himself, pulling himself up off the ledge and throwing his binoculars to the side.

As he stood on the ledge, he didn’t know what to do. How was he supposed to handle it without exposing himself as Ian’s girlfriend’s best friend? However, Peter’s logic was probably the last of his guiding principles at the moment as he thought about how hurt you would be when you found out.

Without much thought, Peter shot a web at the lamppost across the street, swinging himself to land right in front of the couple.

At the sound of Peters feet loudly hitting the ground, the girl jumped away from Ian’s arms with a yelp escaping her mouth.

“Hey guys!” Peter waved to the couple sitting in front of him, attempting to mask his anger.

“Spider-Man?” The girl asked, eyes wide and her hands shooting to cover her mouth. “Did we... did we do something wrong?”

At her question, Peter shook his head adamantly, moving his hand to rest under his chin as he began to pace back and forth in front of the couple.

“No, ma’am. Nope. No no no no.” He stated. “I was just wondering- are you two dating?”

When the girl answered ‘yes’ confidently, Peter stopped in his place turning towards the couple. Restraining himself from going after Ian on the spot for not only cheating on you, but dating a completely different girl behind your back, he continued.

“Huh.”

The girl shifted her gaze from Peter to Ian before landing back on Peter. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Peter shrugged, crossing his arms and beginning to pace back and forth once again. “I don’t- I don’t know, ma’am...”

Peter felt bad that he was worrying this girl, but then again she had the right to know and Peter was going to drag this out for your cheating boyfriend for as long as possible.

The girl leaned forward in her seat. “What is it?”

Peter then halted in front of the bench. “It’s probably nothing.” He shook his head.

“Please-”

“Well,” Peter began, gesturing his hand from himself to the boy in front of him. “I just thought... you know.. that I saw him here the other day with another girl, but she looked nothing like you so that can't be right. Maybe it’s just my eyes, you know, I see a lot of people, but I could’ve sworn-”

“Hey man, what the fuck!” Ian shouted at Peter.

The girl who was previously sitting beside him, stood up and walked backwards away from the bench. “Ian, is that true?” She asked.

Ian shifted his view from Spider-Man to the still unnamed girl that he had been kissing a second before. Before answering his girlfriend, however, Ian finally focused on Peter, glaring his eyes and pushing himself up from his seat on the bench.

“What the fuck’s your problem? Who do you think you are coming in here and starting shit? Don’t you have actual shit to worry about?”

When he came a little too close for Peter’s liking, Peter spoke up again. “Hey, dude, back up-”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

And with that sentence, Peter had had enough. Holding himself back from kicking his ass right then and there, but still wanting him out of his face, Peter raised his hand, instead shooting a web at the boy causing him to be thrown back into his seat with a grunt, held down by Spider-Man’s webs.

Before another word could slip out of anyone’s mouth, the unnamed girl stepped forward, ripping off a bracelet that had previously adorned her wrist and threw it at Ian who was still restrained.

“Don’t call me.”

“Wait!” Ian called, watching the girl walk away with her back towards him. Despite his pleas, however, she continued without another look. “Baby, wait! I can explain.”

At the sound of him calling her baby, Peter grimaced under his mask. The sight of him struggling under the webs admittedly made Peter feel good, but the absolute rage he felt at the excuse of a boyfriend sitting in front of him remained.

When she left his point of view, Ian swapped his attention back to Spider-Man, shouting.

“Seriously, who the fuck are y-”

Without the girl there to watch him and barely anything to hold him back from his own anger, Peter stomped towards the boy, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shoved him back against the bench.

“I’m Spider-Man and you fucked up.”

As Peter watched the fear in the guy who he had hated for so long’s eyes, he felt a sense of pride for getting at least a minuscule piece of revenge on your behalf.

He shoved your boyfriend back one last time before letting go and walking in the other direction without a word. He heard Ian calling for him from behind, but he refused to acknowledge him, instead making his way towards your apartment.

He didn’t know what he was going to say to you. As much as a part of him was happy that the relationship between you and Ian would surely be over, he already knew that it would hit you hard and the last thing he enjoyed seeing was you in any form of distress.

The sun had already set by the time he reached your street. It was dark and there was barely anyone on the road, luckily enough for him so he could climb up to your window without raising any suspicion.

With a light knock on the glass, he soon after heard shuffling around your bedroom before seeing your smiling face opening the window.

His heart sunk in his chest knowing that he was about to ruin your day and wipe the sweet smile he loved so much off of your face.

As soon as he climbed inside and sat on your bed, he pulled off his mask. Without even a word having come out of his mouth yet, you asked.

“What’s wrong?”

Peter fiddled with the mask in his hands, not meeting your eyes. He was a horrible combination of angry, sad and worried. Of course you would know something was wrong without him even opening his mouth- you could read him like a book. Although he knew he had to tell you about what had just happened, he didn’t know how and he hated the idea of hurting you.

“Peter?” You asked again, this time sitting down beside him on your bed.

Peter shook his head still refusing to meet your eyes. “Y/n...” He began.

His not answering and the somber sound of your name leaving his lips caused you to begin to worry. You rested your hands on Peter’s leg that was bouncing anxiously to calm him and let him know that it was okay.

“You’re scaring me, Parker.” You told him. “I can handle it. What is it?”

Peter knew that you could handle it. You could handle anything. The night that he told you that he was Spider-Man, you barely even flinched- just making him promise that he would be safe and that he would remember you when he was “buddy buddy” with the Avengers. He remembered laughing that he could never forget you. He never could.

He knew that you would be able to handle it and get over it- you had only dated Ian for a month- but he knew it would still hurt.

“I was... I was just patrolling and I saw... Ian.” He told you, your boyfriend’s name slipping out of his mouth in a snarl.

“Okay...”

“And um-“ He paused, scratching the back of his neck, still refusing to meet your eyes. “He was... he was with some other girl.”

“Oh.”

Peter continued on with details but you had already stopped listening by then. You knew enough of what was going on just by him saying it and you couldn’t deny how you felt sick thinking about it.

Peter ceased his rambling, finally allowing himself to look at you and when your eyes were focused on the other side of the room, and beginning to glaze over he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You knew however much he hated Ian, he meant it. You trusted Peter more than anyone, but until you were pulled into his hug, you had tried to contain your feelings. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and hid your face in his neck, similar to the way you had the first time he had taken you swinging around the city.

“Is there something wrong with me, Pete?” You asked.

He could tell even without super hearing that your voice was cracking and that you were close to crying. His heart broke hearing you, but he pulled away, holding your shoulders at arms length and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/n.” He told you seriously. “Why- why would you think that? He’s the one who messed up.”

You didn’t know how to tell Peter that you weren’t necessarily upset about losing Ian, but instead how you were cheated on and disrespected in such a way. You never told Peter but the whole reason you had even started talking to Ian in the first place was because you had feelings for your best friend. You felt as though you could never tell him and even if you did, you felt that Peter would never like you back, so you kept it in, instead attempting to fill the hole with a random boy like Ian.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m not worthy of love or something.” You told Peter, wiping the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks.

Peter almost felt his heart burst in his chest when you told him that you felt unworthy of love. He didn’t know how to tell you that this guy wasn’t worthy of your love, respect or your attention. He didn’t know how to tell you that he knew for a fact that you were worthy of love because he chose to love you every day despite the fact you didn’t in return.

Your best friend moved his hands and held either side of your face, holding his world in his hands.

“Y/n, listen to me.” He told you, his eyes searching yours. “That guy was a jerk. You know I hated him and I hate even more that he hurt you. You deserve all the love in the world, Y/n. I mean you’re super cool and nice and- and beautiful and funny and um... you just deserve the best. The best of the best.”

You trusted your best friend more than anyone but it also hurt to hear him saying all of that. How he could be saying all of this about you and not love you the way that you loved him?

“Why don’t you love me then?”

Your voice was almost a whisper and so light Peter almost didn’t catch it. When it slipped out of your mouth you hoped he didn’t, but he did.

You watched as a look of hurt washed over Peter’s face. “You know I love you, Y/n.”

You shook your head. “Not like that, Pete.”

You were frustrated that he didn’t understand what you meant. For God knows how long your life has felt like some cosmic joke where it granted you the most perfect boy in your life, but he would only love you as a friend and at this point you felt defeated.

You pulled Peter’s hands off of your face and pushed yourself off the bed, now standing in front of him.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

You scoffed. “Really Peter?” You crossed your arms. “When are you going to get it? Don’t get me wrong I liked Ian, but.. I’ve always.. he wasn’t...”

Peter stood up from his seat on your bed. “You’ve always what?”

“Oh my god, Peter! I’ve always loved you!”

When you realized what you had just shouted at your best friend, you went still and the room was silent. You almost couldn’t bare to look at Peter after just admitting that you were in love with him, but you did anyway. He stood still in his place with his eyes wide.

With your heart racing in your chest still, you softened your voice.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. I didn’t mean to-”

“You love me?” He asked, cutting you off.

In this moment, Peter was glad that you didn't have the same abilities as him because if you did he knew all you would be able to hear was the loud thumping of his heart in his chest.

Unable to speak, you nodded.

Peter didn't even know what to do with himself. Both of you had spent all of this time and wasted so much energy, pretending to not be in love with each other and here he was now, learning that the entire time you felt the same way. He didn’t want to waste a second longer.

“Can I kiss you?”

Still unable to speak and shocked by his question, with wide eyes you nodded adamantly.

As soon as you nodded your head, Peter tossed his mask onto the bed, made his way towards you and kissed you with his hands holding either side of your face.

You knew Peter could hear your heart racing in your chest as your lips met his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

The moment he kissed you, you never wanted it to stop. You had pined after him for so long and you always assumed it would be futile- that Peter could never possibly want you as more than a friend- but as you kissed him, all that time didn’t seem wasted, but worth it because despite everything the two of you had been through he was now yours and that was all that mattered.

Pulling away, Peter leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you too.”

You smiled, pecking him one last time on the lips before pulling away entirely. Without a word, you made your way to your desk, picking up your phone.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked.

“I have to call Ian to tell him we’re over.” You informed him, searching for his number.

Peter, however, pulled the phone away from your hand, smirking.

“I think I have a better idea.”

Twenty minutes later you were following Peter as he led the way down the dimly lit street to find the bench he had left your cheating boyfriend on not even an hour before. When he finally stopped, the two of you stood in front of the bench and you you couldn’t help but laugh at Peter’s handy work, Ian still held to the bench by Spider-Man’s webs.

At the sound of your laugh, you watched Ian stir in his seat, meeting your eyes.

“Y/n?” He asked, opening his eyes wider in surprise when he recognized you. “Y/n! Thank God you’re here. You have to get me out of these things.”

“I don’t know, man.” Peter told your boyfriend, now stepping into his line of sight. “I feel like Spider-Man must have had a pretty good reason to leave you like that.”

At the sight of Peter, Ian scowled. “Fuck off, Parker. What the hell are you doing here?”

Before Peter could say anything, you moved to stand in front of him. “Peter saw the whole thing.” You told him and with that you swore he looked like a deer in headlights. “We’re over, Ian.”

With that, you grabbed Peter’s arm. “Let’s go, Pete.”

Peter nodded, placing his hand on your lower back, guiding you in the opposite direction of your now ex-boyfriend. When you weren’t paying attention, though, Peter turned his head, flashing your cheating ex a shit eating grin while giving him a thumbs up before resting his hand once again on your back. Your ex continued to shout profanities at you and Peter as the two of you walked away, but all that mattered to you was that you and Peter were no longer in hiding, both finally knew the truth about each other’s feelings.

“I couldn't say it before,” You told him. “but nice web work by the way.”

Peter laughed. “It dissolves in a few hours, but he deserves to stay there all night if you ask me.”

You smiled, pulling Peter to a stop. You turned to face him, gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Thanks for defending my honor, Spidey.”

Peter smiled back at you and even under the dim street lights you could tell he was blushing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/n. That was all Spider-Man. You have him to thank.”

You hummed in response leaning in closer to kiss him but just as you were about to meet him you pulled away.

“Oh... well why am I kissing you then? Where’s Spider-Man?”

"Okay! Okay!” Peter threw up his hands, giving in to your teasing. “You're welcome! You don’t have to thank me though. I would defend your honor any day.”

You smiled, pulling him in one last time by tugging on his sweatshirt. This time, meeting his lips, smiling.

“I know.”

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Here is my weekly post! I hope you guys enjoy, this is a personal fave of mine. Please let me know what you think of it! I love to get feedback!

Marauders Era

Sirius Black x Fem! Reader, Remus x Twin sister! Reader. Marauders x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mini make out sesh, sort of self harm, fear

You stole a piece of chocolate from your stash. You always had a secret stash in case you brother, Remus, ever ran out before the full moon. But you also had a bit of a sweet tooth yourself. Well, you could call it more than that actually. See, while your brother was a full werewolf, you were about half, but he didn’t know that. If he knew that he would actually lose it. The only person who knew was Lily, and she had found out by accident.

So, while your brother would always turn into a werewolf on full moons, you only sometimes did. You also got mood swings to the max. But no one ever questioned it because they assumed it was just girl stuff. And the four boys you hung out with, no matter how close you were, didn’t really want to strike up a conversation about that. Ever.

You see, your turning started your second year at Hogwarts. You woke in the forbidden Forest feeling like you had been hit with a ten ton bus. You put two and two together and started to ask Lily’s friend, Severus, if he could brew you a potion in secret. So I guess you could say two people knew. But it wasn’t like Severus would tell on you. You were always nicer to him than your friends were and he seemed to appreciate that. So, he always made you a potion while slughorn made Remus his.

James often asked why you never joined them. While your brother couldn;t become an animagus, you could for some odd reason. You turned into a small black and white ferret, while your brother couldn;t change at all. You felt bad, it was your fault he was like this, and despite his countless times he had told you it wasn’t your fault you both knew it was. But everytime James would ask Remus would answer for you.

“I don;t want her out there. I’m her brother. It's my job to protect her. I wouldn;t be able to live with myself if I accidentally did something to her.” You always clenched your jaw at his response. He still saw you as a little kid, despite being his twin. You couldn’t stand it!

You never thought anyone noticed these secret feelings you held against your brother. Oh how you were wrong. Sirius Black always noticed when Remus would say something to upset you. And he was always the one there for you. See, despite his liking for it, he had caught feelings for you. He thought he could trample them by asking out every girl in the school, but that only seemed to make his want for you grow. But he never said anything. You were his best friend’s twin sister. It was just wrong, no matter how strongly he felt for you.

The full moon was coming up again soon, and you ran down the hall to see your brother and friends waiting for you. Remus looking in his bag frantically.

“Hey, guys!” You smiled with fake cheer. You felt awful today, but you couldn;t let anyone see that. They might grow suspicious of your secret. “What's wrong, Rem?”

“He didn’t restock his backpack again with chocolate.” Peter squeaked. Remus threw him a dirty glance before rooting through his bag again. You internally groaned. You always had a stash in your bag, and you really needed it today. But, you were his sister. Sacrifices must be made. You slung your bag around and grabbed your whole stash and filled his bag with it. You even let him finish the one you had been munching on, much to your disappointment.

“Thank you, Y/N/N,” he said, stuffing the chocolate bar in his mouth. You just smiled at him and put your head down and clutched your messenger bag harder. White knuckling the strap. God, you wanted to rip the chocolate out of his mouth and just eat it. But no. You were a fucking good sister. And a fucking good sister you would stay.

Classes were a pain all day, especially with the smell of chocolate enveloping you every time Remus would open a new package. You had broken four quills by lunch and they were all joking about it.

You all headed out of your final class and down to the great hall, like you normally did. BUt Remus seemed to be in an even worse mode. You were glad he had the chocolate, he might’ve actually murdered someone. You, on the other hand, were so close to murder, but you had to keep that damn smile on and your shirt pulled up high onto your shoulder tightly, despite the heat. That's where Greyback had gotten you. Just a nip on the shoulder before remus thought it was a good idea to attempt to hit him with a chair. Key word, attempt.

Remus was on the end of the line bsides you. Some slytherin accidently knocked into him and he let out a growl as he kept walking and talking to the Huffelpuff. Here we go.

“You got a problem?” He whipped around, staring at the boy clad in green robes. The boy looked at him confused. You recognize him. Your year, Jacob Jemesky. One of the cutest boys in your year. I mean, his eyes alone were perfect enough.

“I’m sorry?” He asked. You put a hand on Remus’s shoulder.

“Rem,” but he shook you off and walked up to the boy.

“I said, you got a problem, Snake?”Your eyes widened and you became red faced. You walked over to him and pulled him away from the Slytherin, shoving him to SIrius and James who held him back and tried to get hima away from the situation.

“I am so sorry about that, Jacob, right?” You nodded a smile on his lips.

“Yeah. And no worries. Your, Y/N, right?” You blushed slightly.

“Yeah. Its nice to finally meet you. We’ve shared a few classes I think.” He nodded before his eyes flashing back to your brother.

“Is he alright? I really didn’t mean to-”

“He’s fine. Trust me. He just gets moody from here and there. I think its like a twin thing between me and him, knowing when one is going to have a bad day and all.” He nodded.

“Well, I have to get going, but I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He waved and started to leave.

“See you around!” You waved back. Your smile dropped as soon as he turned the corner. You took a few deep breaths and walked over to your brother who was still trying to get out of James and Siris’ grips. “You two can let go now.” The boys did as you said but were ready to grab him at any second.

“What the hell was that for, Y/N?” He shouted at you, making your back straighten, ready to take it all. He just had to yell at someone sometimes, and the majority of the time it was you.

“He didn’t do it on purpose, Rem. You know that. You just need to calm down for a second, ok?”

“Calm down? I am calm!” James went to say something but you just shook your head at him. You weren’t going to let them take any of this heat.

“Rem, you're really not. Please just-”

“Don;t tell me what to do, Y/N! I am sick of you trying to constantly manage every little thing that I do. You can’t even begin to understand what I go through! You have no right to tell me to calm down. Or to tell me what I am and what I’m not. You know why? Because I am a fucking werewolf becuase of you,” every bit of air was sucked out of the empty corridor. Luckily empty. But he didn’t stop there. “I took that bite for you! We both know it was your fault! You were too naive to even think for a second that it wasn;t smart to go outside that early in the morning when the moon was still out! It was all yoru fucking fault! So don;t tell me what to do, or how to feel or any of that, because this is all happening because of you!”

You stood frozen as his breath calmed. You had tears slipping down your cheeks which was a strange sight for everyone in your friend group. Yo never cried. But hearing Remus admit that it was your fault, you couldn’t handle it anymore. The dam just broke. You swallowed, trying to get the lump in your throat away.

“Are you better, Remus?” He just stared at you, his eyes turning from rage to fear as he heard what he had said and how you referred to him as Remus and not Rem or bro or some stupid nickname you had given him. You smiled sadly and wiped a tear away. “I’m glad. I’m glad that finally admitting the truth makes you feel better.” You turned and started to walk down the hall only to stop and look over your shoulder. “You know. I just have to say this because I have for a while now. I have always tried my best to be there for you. Always tried to be patient. Always tried to take care of you when you wouldn’t let me do more. And also, I’m not the bloody moron who hit Fenrir Greyback with a chair and didn’t have the arm strength for it and ended up falling out a window!” You spit at him before walking down the hallway, tears streaming down your face at this point.

Remus opened his mouth to call after you, but he saw Sirius bolting after you instead. He had fucked up majorly. He knew it. James took him by the shoulder and directed him towards the Great Hall. James being the only one who knew of Sirius’ crush on you and knowing that Sirius would be able to calm you down better than any of them. And if he couldn’t, then Remus had just gotten himself into a deep deep deep hole.

You sat in the small alcove you had found your first year. It was in a secluded part of the courtyard, only your lily and Sirius knew about it. Which sucked because they knew exactly where to look for you.

Your head was in your knees and silent tears continued to pour down your face and on your knees. You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know how to feel. You just didn’t know.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see Sirius standing by the entrance of the alcove. He had pushed aside the vines that hid you from view and was watching you, waiting to see what you would do. You sat up quickly and brushed the tears aside, smiling at him.

“Hey, Sirius,” your voice cracked and you cringed. He gave you a small pitiful smile and made you move over so he was sitting next to you. “Is he ok?”

“He will be,” you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face.

“I shouldn’t have stormed off. Or said any of that,” Sirius frowned.

“You know Moony is my best friend, but he started that argument.”

“Yeah but with the full moon coming up… he’s just on edge, and I know that. And he was right, I just didn’t expect him to say it like that. I over reacted.”

“You were just helping out a Slytherin, who you obviously like,” he hit your shoulder and you laughed, you felt your shirt fall down a bit off your shoulder but didn;t go to move it.

“I just find him attractive. That was the first time I've talked to him.” Sirius smiled through his pain and laughed with you. His eyes fell to your shoulder for a moment and he froze.

“Y/N/N, what happened?” He questioned looking at the small mark that the werewolf had left all those years ago. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled your sleeve back up and cleared your throat standing.

“No-nothing. Um… I-I have to-to… uh.. To go. I’ll-I’ll see you, Sirius. Thank you,” you scurried out of alcove and dashed through the halls. You knew you couldn’t avoid him for long. I mean, the four of them had the marauders map, they would find you anywhere you went. You walked into the Great Hall, thankful to see Lily sitting by James. “Lily!” She looked over at you and her smile fell when she saw the state you were in. She excused herself and came running up to you, leading you out the Hall and to your room.

“Are you ok? James told me the blow out-”

“Sirius saw the scar,” you interrupted her. She froze.

“Does he know?” You shook your head.

“No. But I know he’s going to question me as soon as I’m alone. I just didn't want that to happen.”

“Not yet, you mean.”

“Ever.” She sighed, but didn’t push the subject. She was adamant that you should tell the boys about your… condition. You were adamant that you keep it to yourself, forever.. The fights between you and your twin would get worse, and you couldn’t let that happen.

Sirius walked into the Great Hall, scanning the Gryffindor table for you, he came up empty. He sat down, but kept searching the hall and glancing at the doors every now and then.

“What wrong, Mate?” James asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. Even Remus was eating, slowly, but eating.

“Nothing,” he mumbled and took a banana from the table. If you acted like that around him when he saw that scar, he could only imagine you didn’t want anyone else knowing about it. “Do you have the map?” James nodded and handed over the map from his pocket.

Quickly, Sirius unfolded it and searched for your name. You were in the girls dormitory with Lily. His leg started to bounce while he considered going after you. He could always ask Lily if he could have a second with you. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. You seemed really upset when you stormed out.

Had you always worn long sleeves of some sort?

He handed the map back to James before standing up and heading towards the Gryffindor dorms. Maybe he could lure you out with some chocolate. He knew you were addicted to the stuff, practically eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but you always gave your stash to your brother. Some days he wished you wouldn’t. Just because he noticed how you would stiffen at the smell of it, or when you heard a wrapper from your stash being un-did. He knew Remus needed it, but it seemed like you sometimes needed it just as much as he did.

He bumped into LIly in the common room, he opened his mouth but she held up a hand to silence him.

“Listen, I know you want to check on her. But she isn’t in the best state right now. Especially if you are going to be questioning her about what you saw.”

“I just want to make sure she’s alright. I won’t question her about it.” Lily bit her lip and thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. You had given the last of your chocolate stash to Remus the other day and were in desperate need. But she didn’t want to leave you alone with Sirius in the dorm. He knew how to get into the girl’s dormitory, no shock there, but seldom did it. And normally only did it to bug the hell out of you.

“I’m sorry. It really isn’t the best decision. I have to run out and get her more chocolate from the kitchens, the house elves keep a stash for her down there. Please, don’t go in.”

“I can grab some from Remus’ stash,” he offered. But she shook her head.

“Where do you think the rest of her stash went?” Lily smiled and left. Sirius sat down on one of the couches, his leg bouncing aggressively again. He knew he shouldn’t go into your dorm room. He really shouldn’t. But, the thing is, that only made him want to more.

“Lily?” He heard your voice and looked up and saw you on the staircase, looking worse for wear. Your eyes met his and you froze, visibly freezing.

“Hey,” he scrambled to his feet, but didn’t move towards you.

“H-Hey,” you stuttered, your eyes still locked on him.

“I-uh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. Why wasn;t he good at being sincere like this? “I came to check on you. See if you were alright.” You eyed him cautiously.

“Uh. Yeah. I-I’m fine.I-uh-well, I can’t exactly explain-” He shook his head.

“You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I should. It was rude. And I still haven’t apologized to Rem,” you sighed and sat down on the stair, putting your head in your hands again. He slowly walked over and sat next to you, not talking. He just put his arm around your shoulders. You turned your head into him and he rested his chin on your head.

“You ok?” You let out a breathy laugh. And shook your head.

“Not really.”You heard the clock chime and knew Lily had gone to class and purposefully left you with Sirius, knowing of your… fondness... of him. Damn, you really needed chocolate. “Don’t you have to get to class?” He chuckled.

“When have I ever been on time?” You laughed, knowing how true his statement was. Only when he walked with you was he ever early or on time. Unless it was for transfigurations. He would stand outside the door until class was five minutes in before walking in dramatically, interrupting the entire class, and taking a seat next to you. Mcgonagall would huff in annoyance, but you knew she didn’t hate it. You also knew she knew what he didn everyday and never made any course of action to change it.

“Good point. But we are supposed to have transfiguration now. Don't you think Mcgonagall will miss you?”

“I bet she wouldn’t know what to do without me.”

Meanwhile in transfiguration:

“Ok, Black will be walking through the doors in three, two, one,” Mcgonagall kept talking but looked at the doors and waited for them to bang open with Sirius. Nothing happened. She began to sweat. “Where is he? What is he getting himself into? Did he die? Did someone else accidentally die and he is hiding the body?”

Back to the common room:

“Besides, I think you need a friend right now.” You smiled and nodded. “And chocolate.”

“Did I just get compared to chocolate?” He joked.

“You should be honored. I think very highly of chocolate. In my opinion it's better than christmas.” He laughed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Christmas comes once a year, chocolate is a year long thing.” he laughed again, and you smiled, proud that you could make him laugh like that. Then your smile faded as you thought if his girlfriend made him laugh like that.

It's not like you would ever date him. You might have a crush on him, but you not only had to keep your secret a secret, but he was also your twin brother’s friend. You couldn’t do that.

“We better get to class.” you lifted your self off him, both of you immediately missing the other person’s body heat. “Mcgongall probably thinks you killed someone.” he gave you a small smile as you ran up to your room to grab your bag. He grabbed his from the couch where he had set it. He slung it over his shoulder and you came running down the stairs, skipping the last four. “Ready?” You asked, your normal smile on your face. He smirked.

“Talking to me for a few minutes put that smile on your face?” He teased as you made your way out of the portal.

“No, I found a few bars of chocolate under my bed.” You said happily, pulling two bars out of your pocket. He rolled his eyes as you opened one and handed it to him. He stared at it for a moment before taking it.

“You don’t want it?”

“I might’ve found four and ate two while coming down the stairs.” He laughed and took a bite of his. You unwrapped yours and started eating away at it. You two made your way into Mcgonagall’s class, Sirius banging the door open.

“Minnie! Did you miss me?” He shouted. You shook your head and laughed as Mcgonagall just stared daggers at him. The class erupted into laughter, but stifled it at one glare from the professor.

“Mr. Black. How kind of you to join us. Same goes for you as well, Miss. Lupin,” her gaze was less harsh on you, but you still blushed and put your head down. You two slid into your seats and began to take notes. Luckily it had been a review day. And Sirius was a master at transfigurations, so he would help you after class since it, ironically, wasn’t your best subject(And by that I mean you were still a crazy master, just not your best class).

You two spent the lesson showing the other students up as you easily changed everything and answered questions correctly. Lily was even struggling a bit at the rate you and Sirius were commenting. Of course, yours were more sincere than Sirius’ sarcastic answers (that were always correct in some sense) but you two still ruled the lesson.

You all left the lesson, you headed down to the dungeons for potions with Remus and James while Peter, Sirius and Lily went to divinations. It was a tense silence, you walking ahead of the boys with your head down and your books pressed against your chest. James joined you in front which you were grateful for, but you knew he was trying to get you to talk to Remus. You just needed a little while, and you told him as much. He just nodded and continued walking with you to potions. You sat towards the back of the class and left Remus and James to sit in your usual spots. Someone sat besides you and you were about to ask them to move when you noticed it was Jacob.

“Hey!” You smiled kindly at the slytherin sitting beside you.

“Hi. I forgot we shared this class. You don’t mind if I?” You shook your head.

“No, of course not.” He smiled.

“You're normally sitting next to Lupin and Potter, right?”

“Yeah. Remus is my twin and we kind of just got the same group of friends. Surprising, right?" You chuckled and he chuckled with you. Slughorn began to teach and the two of you went to work on the assignment together. It wasn't a hard potion today. At least for you it wasn’t. Potions was your best class, although Slughorn was a terrible teacher. Well, it actually wasn't your best subject. That was defense against the dark arts. Potions was a close second.

"Alright class, for your next assignment you will be working with the person at your table for. You will be brewing and writing on a potion I will randomly select for each of you," you looked over at Jacob with a smile.

"Looks like we're partners," you beamed. He smiled back excitedly.

"Looks like it, Lupin. I'll start cleaning up, why don't you go up and get our assignment?" He suggested. You nodded and headed to the front, meeting James on the way.

"You and Jacob?"

"Yeah. He's pretty good at it, so whatever potion we get should be a piece of cake." You smiled up at him. He only offered you a small one in return, making you falter in confusion.

What was that about?

He went back to his table with your brother and you walked up to Slughorn.

"Ah, miss. Lupin! I was surprised to see you not with your brother."

"We had a bit of a disagreement earlier. I'm Jacobs' partner. What potion would you like us to complete?" He looked at you for a moment before his face lit up with an idea.

"How about amortentia? Yes, that would suit you two nicely,” he declared. You rolled your eyes. That was the cheesiest potion he could have given you.

“Sounds great, professor! I’ll tell Jacob and we’ll get to work on it right away,” you turned and sulked back to your table. He noticed the look on your face.

“What did he give us?”

“Amortentia.” Jacob rolled his eyes.

“Honestly? How many times has he given that out to students, can’t he be the least bit more creative?” You chuckled and grabbed your bag from the back of your chair and clung it over your shoulder before gathering your notebook.

“I completely agree. So, how about we meet in the library tomorrow to start on the paper and divy up the work?”

“Sounds good to me!” He smiled as you two walked out of the classroom, chatting a bit more as you left. You were so caught up in your conversation with Jacob you missed a black haired boy waiting for the three of you. He was leaning up against the wall, as he normally did, with his hands in his pockets and his bag by his one foot. The sight of you walking out with Jacob made him freeze and just stop breathing all together.

James and Remus followed the two of you out a few seconds later, not paying any attention to what was going on with you as you laughed at something he had said. You were just standing in the middle of the hallway. What was that about?

“Sirius!” He snapped out of his trance when James’ voice cut through the air.

“Mmh?” He looked at Remus and James, who both had a worried look on their faces.

“You ok? You zoned out for about four minutes straight.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What’s your sister doing hanging out with that Slytherin you told to piss off earlier?” Remus whipped around and stared at you as you laughed again, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the Slytherin boy. He was the reason you two were fighting in the first place. That was a lie and Remus knew it, but that didn’t mean he had to admit it.

”She’s partnered with him for the project,” James clarified, causing both Sirius and Remus to look at him.

“He sat beside her,” Remus practically growled, tossing another glance as you waved goodbye to him and he did the same.

“What did you expect when she didn’t want to sit by us? He obviously took a liking to her earlier in the hall.”

“Why didn’t she sit by you?” Sirius asked. “You two didn’t make up yet?” Remus grumbled something that no one could hear, but they didn’t really care. You started walking over, ignoring your brother’s presence all together.

“Hey, Sirius. Hey James. Ready to head to dinner?” It was quiet for a few seconds, Remus just staring at you.

“Yeah,” James finally broke the silence. “Lets-uh-let's get to dinner. Quickly.” He took you by your shoulder and started to rush you to the dining hall.

Nothing improved over the week. The full moon was coming closer, making both you and Remus even more on edge. The two of you had attempted to make up, but that just resulted in another, bigger, blow out. James and Peter had to hold Remus back as Sirius and Lily had to hold you back. Both of you were about to pumble each other. You finally threw a very nasty statement at him before storming up to your common room. In your defense he deserved it.

You started to distance yourself from all the Marauders, even Lily in some ways as you focused on your studies. You met Jacob in the library every day to work on your potion’s assignment, which seemed to get Sirius and Remus both in a twist, though one was better at hiding it than the other. That was when the third blow up happened. The day of the full moon.

“I can’t believe you are hanging around that Slytherin.” Remus spit out to you as you were all sitting in the common room before lunch. It was Saturday and none of you felt much like going outside since you would be out all night.

“Excuse me?” You asked with raised eyebrows, putting the book you were studying out of down.

“You heard me.”

“I did, and since when have you cared? Not like you've been in my life much,” you spat. He clenched his jaw and stared at you, all of your friends ready to jump in case you got into another fight.

“Since it's a blasted Sytherin.”

“That's not even a fair judgment. Have you ever even talked to him?”

“Why would I? A pretty boy pure blood who comes from a rich family?” he scoffed. “Sounds like a fun time.” You bristled.

“You just described Sirius!” You yelled. You turned to Sirius. “No offense, of course,” he held up his hands.

“You called me pretty, I’m happy.” You rolled your eyes at him, not helping the butterflies in your stomach when he said that.

“Yeah, but he isn’t a Slytherin!”

“You're condemning all Slytherins to being evil now?”

“Aren’t they?” you were both on your feet now, causing everyone else to join you.

“No you ignoramus! And if you could see two inches past your fucking nose, then you would know that!”

“Name one person other than your precious boyfriend!”

“Slughorn!”

“Bet you can;t do it again.” He challenged. You sneered.

“Snape!” He laughed.

“Really? Him? You decide that he is not evil? Have you seen him?”

“Have you looked in the mirror much? You aren’t the model yourself!” He sneered.

“How about you?”

“What about me?:”

“You look as bad as I do, dare I say worse! And your chocolate consumption has become twenty times it normally is! Now you are hanging around a Slytherin and constantly fighting with me!”

“Me-” you laughed harshly and dramatically. Making it sound almost hysterical and mad. “Your the one who picks the fucking fight everytime!”

“Becuase you make stupid descions!”

“Like hitting a beast in the back with a chair from the top of a two story house?”

“Y/N,” Lily warned from beside you.

“To only save your arse from becoming what I am!”

“Yeah, well, bang up job, Remus Lupin! A for effort I suppose!”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Silencio!” Lily yelled, pointing her wand at you. You yelled a string of curses at her and your brother before storming out of the common area. She shot Remus a glare, something that didn’t happen often.

“You know, she’s going to Hogsmead with him next weekend. I suggest you get your act together before then and actually support something your sister is doing before you remove her from your life completely,” she hissed and chased after you. All the boys were frozen from, not only Lily’s scolding, but the fact that you were going to Hogsmead with him. Sirius felt ill and just stood in place, frozen.

“Great,” James mumbled. “They’re both broken now. At least we are ok, Peter,” He looked over to where Peter had been standing. Now the boy was passed out on the ground. James sighed and shook his head. “Never mind.”

Lily found you in your normal spot, silently crying to yourself. She removed the spell and your sobs were so loud she almost silenced you again. She sat down besides you, but you made no move to put your head on her shoulder like you normally did.

She knew you didn’t want to talk to her right now. She knew it was Sirius that you wanted to speak to, but you had just announced that you were going to Hogsmead with Jacob. Sirius was trying to get over that fact.

“We should probably go meet Sev,” she murmured in your ear. “The potion will make you feel better.” You just shook your head and tried to catch your breath.

“I-I’m fine. I just… I just need a minute.”

“You are going to hate me for saying this, but you need to make up with your brother and tell Sirius how you feel. You made it seem like you and Jacob were going on a date when you know that's not what's happening.” She scolded. You nodded your head, not being able to catch your breath from how hot you were, especially with all the clothes you had on.

“Can-can you help me get the jacket off? Please?” She nodded and started to pull at the sleeve, revealing an arm full of scars. You pulled the other sleeve off, prevailing a second arm full of scars. Your breathing slowed and you were finally able to catch your breath.

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes.

“I didn’t let anything slip. They-they don;t know anything, right?”

“I almost let you. But that wasn’t the right way to do it.” You nodded gratefully, tracing some of the scars on your arm. You were more on edge today, but, for once, you don;t think chocolate would help. But that was only because of Remus’ comment earlier.

“We should probably get your potion from Sev. I have a feeling tonight's going to be one of your… worse… ones.” You nodded, feeling it too. This wasn;t just going to be an irritating night, this was going to be a full on transformation.

“I’ll have to tie myself down in the Room of Requirement tonight,” you nodded, agreeing.

“I don’t see why you tie yourself down. You take the potion.”

“What if it doesn’t work one night? You are going to have a second werewolf around and on the grounds. It's better if I just tie myself up and be prepared.” She sighed, knowing you wouldn’t see reason in this.

“Will you at least let me be in there with you?”

“Merlin, Lily! No! Are you mad?”

“Remus at least has-”

“And Remus is a normal werewolf. I am not. Something could go wrong at any moment and I am not letting anyone get remotely close to me. You know that!”

“I’m just saying-”

“No!” her eyes widened as you snapped at her. “It's not happening, so stop asking,” you stood up and walked out of the alcove in a huff, leaving her slightly stunned, your jacket sitting where you had once occupied. She thought about going after you and giving it back, but maybe this was what you needed. Someone else to know your secret.

You realized too late that you had forgotten your jacket and turned around to get it when you heard Sirius.

“Y/N! Wait a minute!” You froze before bolting in the direction towards the alcove you knew your jacket would be in. “Y/N!” He called after you again, his voice getting closer. You pushed yourself to run faster, only making you trip over your feet in the process and tumble to the ground with a cry. You were so close to your jacket. But Sirius caught up and froze when he saw your arms. His mouth opened and closed quickly.

You grabbed him and shoved him into an empty classroom, locking the door behind you and turning back to him. He was still staring at your arms and you sighed in frustration, letting a long string of profanities fall from your lips and you paced the room, pulling the skin from your lips, trying to figure out what to do.

You could obliviate him. Of course, that wasn’t the best course of action. You really didn’t want to obliviate your best friend. While you were thinking he came back to his senses.

“Y/N?”

“Mh?” You hummed, still thinking about what to do. He grabbed you and turned you towards him.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” His eyes scanned your arms.

“What happened?” You bit your lip and continued to pull it apart with your teeth. WHat could you tell him? “Y/N?”

“You're gonna kill me,” you mumbled and closed your eyes moving away from him and running your hand over your face.

“I-I won’t. Just-”

“I can’t, Sirius. I can’t tell you.” You looked back towards him with nothing but sorrow in your eyes. “I’m sorry. I just can’t tell you.” Then the pieces fit together. Your mood swings during the full moons, you always carrying chocolate and your ears always perking when you heard the wrapper. The way you “just knew” when someone was close by or something was headed your way.

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Please don’t worry about it,” you begged.

“I am staring at your scared arms. How am I not supposed to worry about it?” He raised his voice. It wasn’t a yell, but it still made you flinch. He noticed and lowered his voice again. “Y/N, I need you to tell me the truth here,” you looked down and he walked closer to you. Careful steps. Very careful steps. “That night Remus got turned into a werewolf, did he-” you nodded. Tears welling in your eyes. “But you can transform into an animagus.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I’m not a full one. I get testy around the full moon, but don’t always turn. And I carry the chocolate for Remus, mostly.” He shook his head.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because Remus has it ten times worse than me. Please don’t tell him,” you begged.

“Don’t tell him? How am I supposed to not tell him?”

“By keeping your mouth shut?” You attempted the joke, but he just shook his head at you. “Please. I am begging you, Sirius. I really need to meet Sev and I need my jacket an-”

“Snape?” You looked away and bit your lip. “Why do you…”

“He’s the best one at potions in our year. He was the only one who can, well, you know.”

“That's why you protected him when Remus said that stuff about Slytherins.”

“He’s helped me out since second year. And with all the turmoil happening between me and everyone, tonights going to be bad. I really need to get the potion off him. Like now. Please, I will tell you everything later, just please let me go and please don’t tell Remus.” His leg bounced as he stared at you from the table he sat down at. He shrugged off his own jacket and threw it over your shoulders.

“Get your potion. I expect everything to be explained tomorrow and I will not tell your brother, yet.” You smiled and hugged him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.” You mumbled into his neck as he hugged you back.

“Yeah yeah. Just be careful, ok?” he set you firmly on the ground again. “Promise me.” You nodded and slid your hands through the arm holes of his jacket. It was far too big for you, but you didn’t really care. First off because it was hiding your scars. Second off, you had Sirius Black’s jacket on, and that may or may not have made your heart beat out of your chest. And then if you add the way he was looking at you on top of that, you were dead.

“I promise. Thank you, Sirius. You are a life saviour.” You left the room and he stood staring at that door, cursing himself and needed to find Lily, pronto.

“Evans!” He yelled into the great hall where the red head was sitting. She looked over at him with an eye roll, but then noticed his serious expression. Which was, ironically, something he rarely had on his face. She stood up and scurried over to him and he pulled her out of the great hall. “You knew, didn;t you? About Y/N.” She shrugged, guilty.

“She made me swear to secrecy. Do you know where she went? She got mad at me and stomped off without her jacket. I’m assuming you-”

“Saw her hundreds of scars? Yes.”

“She showed you all of them” She creased her eyebrows and his eyes narrowed.

“All? Where is all?” Lily swallowed.

“Everywhere?” His eyes flickered down the hall, almost as if he were looking for you.

“Why does she have more than Remus?”

“Her body heals differently and she didn’t have the ointment he gets from the hospital wing, despite my persistent begging for her to get it.”

“Does her boyfriend know about this?”

“Her what?”

“Jacob. The Slytherin.”

“Sirius, they aren’t dating.”

“But he’s taking her to Hogsmead.”

“To help him pick out a gift for his little sister’s birthday. I said that in the heat of the moment. She was pissed at Remus. Please, don’t make her feel worse about keeping this a secret. And no, she just met him a week ago. She’s known Remus since she was born and you since everywhere in between.” Sirius looked down the hall again before back at Lily.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Do not tell Remus until after the full moon tonight. They are both on edge and it's not going to be a pretty fight.” Sirius nodded, recalling how badly he had wanted to yell at her for not telling them about this.

“Anything else?”

“Go easy on her. It had to of taken a lot of guts not to obliviate you on the spot.” Sirius nodded, knowing she had contemplated it for a split second.

“Yeah, ok. I can do that.”

“Thank you, Sirius. You're a good friend.” He scoffed.

“Tell that to Mooney when he’s beating the daylights out of me.” Lily put a hand on his shoulder before disappearing back into the Great Hall. “He’s gonna kill me for this,” Sirius mumbled before following her into the hall.

You had just finished tying the ropes onto your arms. They were charmed so no matter what tugged at them they would hold you in place until the full moon was over. You had tied them extra tight tonight for precaution. Lily walked in with her arms full of chocolate and some other food for before and after the full moon.

“Do you have to tie them so tight?”

“Yes,” You grunted as you pulled one more time to triple check if they were tight enough.

“Sirius pulled me aside today,” she hummed slightly and took a seat in front of you on the floor. You glanced at his jacket.

“Speaking of,” you said before she could say anything. “Can you return his jacket? I don’t want it to get ruined or anything and I didn’t see him before I came here.”

“You didn;t see him because you didn’t want to. You can’t avoid him or telling our friends about this.”

“Yeah, but I can put it off for as long as possible.” She shook her head at you.

“You are unbelievable.”

“Yep. Can you pass some chocolate over please.” She started to grab it but you changed your mind. “Actually, just hand me the grapes.” She paused and looked up at you.

“Is this about what Remus said?” You looked away from her. “Y/N/N. Is this about what Remus said?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“He didn’t mean-”

“Yeah he did. My brother may be a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them. Especially during a full moon.”

“Well, I’m sure he didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

“I’m pretty sure he did.” She just shook her head and handed you the chocolate which you reluctantly (not really) took and began to devour.

“You should get out of here, Lily. It’ll be starting in a little.”

“You took the potion?” You nodded and gestured to an empty vile a few feet away from you. She picked it up and gathered Sirius’s coat. “Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks again, Lily. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” And then she left, leaving you to munch on chocolate in the deafening silence. Counting the seconds until it would begin.

Lily stepped through the doors and back into the hallway, she looked at Sirius who was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going to murder Remus later,” she grumbled and walked down the hall. Sirius jogged after her.

“Why?”

“Here’s your jacket. You know that comment he made about her eating a lot of chocolate?” Sirius took his jacket back and nodded. “She took it to heart and doesn’t want to eat it any more. Well, as much as she normally does. And it makes her feel as close to as hundred percent as she can get around this time.” Sirius frowned. “You know, she cares so much about Remus, and I really don’t think he gets that,” Lily shook her head.

“I think you may be right,” Sirius mumbled and looked back down the hallway the two of them had just come from.

You woke on the floor in the Room. The floor was ice cold and your clothes were in shreds and were hanging onto your body loosely. You were bleeding here and there and sat back, rubbing the back of your neck you groan. You could see the sun was rising from the window the room always provided you.

You glanced at the pile of chocolate and went to get it before you untied yourself but stopped. No. You didn’t need anything right now. You’d be fine.

You undid the rope on your arms and legs. You held your wrists carefully, they were bruised and splattered with dry blood from you tugging at them and flinched every time you ran your hand over an open cut.

Shaking yourself, you stood up and grabbed a fresh set of clothes and your “Journal”. After every full moon you would write down what you remembered, just to get it out of your head. You never talked about it, like your brother did. He really didn;t have to, but you knew that he always needed to get it out to. So instead of making his friends hear it since they were already there with him, he told you.

You quickly rinsed the blood off yourself to the best of your ability until you could take a shower, and tossed on a pair of oversized sweatpants and a tank top with a jacket. The room had provided you with a couch, which you gratefully took with a book, your journal, and some of the non-chocolate food Lily had brought with her yesterday. It would be a while until you would be mentaly fine enough to leave.

Remus was in the medical wing sleeping, three of the four boys asleep in the uncomfortable chairs that surrounded his bed, as usual. Madame Pomfrey had been up and had been ready to tend to Remus’ wounds as usual and had left him and the boys to sleep. James and Peter found it easy to slip into sleep for the rest of the morning, but Sirius found it harder than normal, and he knew it was because of you.

After his ninth attempt to fall asleep he rose and left the room, a silent nod to the healer sitting at her cabinet and writing something, before he left through the doors and quickly made his way to the Room of Requirement.

No one was up yet, he didn’t even know if you were. But he knew no one should have to go through that alone, which you obviously had been doing since second year. It just didn’t sit right with him. He stopped at the wall leading to the Room of Requirement and waited for doors to form. Which they did. He opened the door quietly and stepped in to see you on the couch you looked up, expecting Lily.

“Sirius?”

“Hey.”

“How’d you know where I was?”

“Lily.”

“Right. Well, shouldn’t you be asleep in the hospital wing then?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” He shrugged and sat on the couch you were occupying. “Studying?” You shrugged and moved some of your notes, still not emotionally or mentaly stable enough to deal with people. But because it was him, and your emotions were still in a knot of confusion, you let him stay.

Did your heart always beat this fast when he was this close?

“Did you get your jacket back?” You picked up a piece of chocolate. “Chocolate?” He grabbed the bar and opened it.

“Yeah, Lily gave it back to me yesterday. I was a little disappointed not to see you before the full moon.” You shrugged and ate a strawberry, eyeing Sirius’s chocolate with want, but resisted opening your own.

“I took the potion and rushed in here to get ready,” you motioned to the ropes on the ground; you hadn’t had the energy to clean it up yet.

“Ropes?” His gaze flickered between you, the ropes and your hands, which you were playing with nervously. “You… tie yourself down?” He looked almost horrified.

“Yeah,” you looked at the wall. “Precautions. I don’t take them lightly.” He didn’t know what to say to that. He knew Remus was cautions about this but tying yourself up like that while you went through the agony of transforming?

“Let me see your hands,” he reached out to you, but the motion only made you bring them into yourself. You got shit from Lily when she saw them, you didn’t need that twice. “Y/N, please.” You swallowed and handed them to him. His leg started to bounce at the new, red marks on your wrists.

“It-it's really fine.” you tried to pull them back, but he didn’t let you. He didn’t look up at you and you waited for him to start yelling. Lily always did.

“How bad does it hurt?” You were shocked by the amount of kindness in his voice. You swallowed.

“Uh-not terribly. I mean, my wrists are kind of used to getting torn up like this, so I mean…” You bit your lip and tried to peel the layers off. “I mean, I guess it kind of stings. ANd my back kind aches, but uh… its.. Uh.. fine.”

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing?”

“Because you guys and Remus are there. If I showed up every full moon when you were all there, it would be a bit suspicious, don’t ya think?”

“Yes, but you’re injured.” You shrugged sadly.

“I've had worse than a few rope burns. I mean, you’ve seen my arms.”

“And Lily said that's not even close to the end of your scars,” you flinched slightly. Which was he talking about? Mentaly or physically?

You knew this wasn;t the moment to be exactly thinking it, but damn when he wanted to he could literally be so gentle and it made you want to burst.

“Yeah. Before the potion and figuring out the rope charm it was pretty bumpy. I mean, it's still not exactly smooth sailing, but- I’m rambling now,” you shook your head and pulled your hands away from him, tucking your hands into your sleeves.

“Have you eaten any chocolate yet?” He asked, rising and making his way to the pile on the floor.

“I haven’t really felt like it,” you shrugged, not even attempting to make the lie seem real. He rolled his eyes and started rifling through the bars.

“Liar.” He grabbed one and tossed it to you. “Here. Eat this, you’ll feel better.”

“I’m fine, Sirius. Really.” You poked at the bar a few times, contemplating taking it. “You look exhausted though. You were out with my brother all night, you should get some sleep.”

“So should you.” You rolled your eyes and looked back down at the potions book in your hands.

“I have to study for this potions assignment with Jacob. I’ve been too distracted with this past full moon.”

“Yes I can see how turning into a werewolf would be distracting,” he scoffed and took the book from your hands.

“Sirius,” you whined.

“What potion did you even get?” His face fell a bit when he noticed the love potion on the page. The majority of the students who did this potion together ended up together.

“It's easy, but a lot of information,” you sighed and grabbed the book back. “I mean, not easy easy. But its,” you shook your head. “Never mind. Forget it,” you sighed and ran your hands over your face.

“Who do you think you're gonna smell?” He asked, leaning back casually, even though he hated himself for asking.

“Probably no none. And the person I hope I smell, well I doubt they'd even consider me,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll probably smell chocolate and lavender. Or something like that.” But in your head you weren;t thinking about chocolate and lavender. Ok, that was a lie. You were thinking about chocolate, it was right in front of you and your sensitive sense of smell was amplifying it. But you were really expecting to smell was the boy sitting next to you. And you knew you wouldn’t mix his scent with anyone else's.

“Heh. They’d be crazy not to, love.” You blushed but buried your head into your book further. He looked over at you and bounced his leg a few more times.

“You should probably get back to Rem. I’ll probably follow you a bit later to check in on him and give him some chocolate.” He frowned.

“Shouldn;t you be eating all this?”

“I only normally eat a few pieces and give the rest to him. He has it worse than me.” You shrugged. “He deserves it more.”

“And aren’t you supposed to be mad at him?” You shrugged again.

“How my full moons go are based on my emotions. It's better to make up with him. Make everything go back to normal, like it normally does when we get into an argument.”

“Ok, but it wasn;t fair the way he treated you. I know he was on edge, but-”

“Sirius, it's fine. Really. We were both just on edge. And it was fair. I mean, not the Slytherin comments, but the rest of it was.”

“Will you at least eat something before you go? Or get some sleep?”

“I slept plenty after my transformation and I ate lots.”

“Chocolate,” He said exasperatedly. “Eat some chocolate.” You took the bar of chocolate he had given you and took a bite out of it.

“Never thought someone would have to make me eat chocolate.”

“Never thought I’d have to make you,” you frowned, thinking back to your twin's comment.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you would just eat it without even thinking. Ever since Remus made that comment-”

“Rightfully said,” you hummed cutting him off. He sighed and took your book again, kneeling in front of you.

“Why do you care so much about what he says? Especially when he’s not himself?”

“Because I need to make him feel happier. He’s like this because of me. Because of my mistake to want to see the stars he’s in pain.”

“And so are you. Why do you keep torturing yourself?”

“I’m not. I just… I don’t know. God I’m such a mess afterwards,” you groaned, tears pricking your eyes.

“Yeah, well, that's expected,” he smirked and it made you give hima laugh-sob in reply. “Here,” he urged, handing you the half finished chocolate bar. You took a desperate few bites out of it and let the tears fall. He wiped them away quickly and let his hand fall on your knee. “Better?” you nodded and wiped your face to rid it of any chocolate.

“Yeah, sor-”

“Don’t apologize. You should sleep. You look absolutely horrid,” you laughed pitifully and nodded, finally admitting to your exhaustion.

“Yeah, ok. You might be right.”

“Might be? I’m always right.” You laughed again and went to stand up.

“Yeah yeah. Alright. You're always right. I’ll sleep after I make sure Remus is alright.” You promised.

He wanted to argue but knew he wouldn’t win.

“Alright. Come on. Then I’m taking you straight to the dorm room.”

“I have to clean up first. Go ahead, I’ll follow.” He shook his head.

“I’ll come back later and do it.”

“Sirius-”

“No arguing. Come on,” he dragged you out of the room. You visited your brother who was still asleep. James and Peter were up and waiting for Remus to wake up. Once you saw him Sirius dragged you out and to your dorm room forcing you to go to sleep or he would make you eat chocolate until you turned into it. You gladly fell into a dreamless sleep, unknowing of him wrapping your wrists since you were such a heavy sleeper.

You woke up on Monday when Lily shook you awake for class. You could tell she felt bad about it, but you assured her it was fine. You noticed your hands were wrapped and wondered who had done it. That's when you noticed your stomach growling. Quickly you got dressed and shoved chocolate into your bag for Remus and ran down to the Great Hall where everyone already was. You took your usual seat in between Remus and Sirius.

“Hey!” You said cheerfully and grabbed some food and put it on your plate. “Rem, could you pass me the chocolate chip muffins please?” He did so as if nothing was wrong and even bumped your shoulder with his. Sirius just watched, not understanding how your three huge fights could so easily turn back to this. All your classes went as usual, even lunch went well.

Then it was time for potions. You walked in with James and Remus but had to make your way to Jacob instead of sitting with them. You had decided it would be fair to split the research and then have him write the essay while you made the potion.

“Hey Jacob!” You smiled brightly at the Slytherin.

“Hello, Y/N. You have your half of the research?” You nodded and handed him your papers. Excellent. Should we get started then?”

“Sounds good to me! Who do you think you’ll smell?” He glanced over at a hufflepuff with bright red hair across the room.

“I hope I know who.” You smiled. “You?” You blushed.

“I wish. I mean, I have an idea, but they’ll never like me back, especially now.” He shook his head.

“You're super cool, Y/N/N. They’d be insane not to.”

“Thanks, Jacob. Let's get to it then?”

“Lets!” For the rest of class the two of you worked, quietly chatting occasionally as you finished the project together. You heard an explosion and glanced up and Remus and James who were just staring at their cauldron. James obviously being the one who added the wrong ingredient. You snorted and went back to your own potion mixing it together carefully, the brew being the perfect shade of pink. He sat up in his seat and looked at you wide eyed. “It's finished?”

You smiled. “You smell it already? It still has a few hours of brewing.” He nodded. He looked over to the hufflepuff boy.

“Yeah. I can smell it. You?” You swallowed and took a whiff.

Gasoline, smoke, cinnamon apples and chocolate. God that was it. That was him.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Yeah I smell it.” Slughorn came over and looked into the cauldron.

“My my, looks like you two are finished already! Is your essay finished as well?” You looked over at Jacob who wrote a few more things down and handed it to Slughorn who skimmed it, seeming to be happy with it. “Splendid splendid. Well done you two. You can be finished for today. As a matter of fact, everyone is dismissed if you feel like you are finished. We will be continuing this tomorrow and then they will be due the next day.” The class erupted into chatter and the Hufflepuff boy came over, Jacob held his breath as he stopped in front of him smelling the air. He looked over at him, lust blown eyes.

He bit his lip and sauntered out of the room with a swing to his hips, glancing back at him before leaving the door. You chuckled as he just stared, gawking.

“Go get him, Lover boy!” He grinned at you and ran out of the room after the Hufflepuff. You cleaned up as the room emptied. You told Remus and James to go on without you to lunch. You would be there for a few minutes.

You continued to clean up the station, not bothering to stop smelling your potion, the scent put you at ease. It always did. And you really needed to be at ease right then.

You walked back over to your workbench to see Sirius entering the room.

“Hey, Sirius!” You smiled and he smiled back before stopping, smelling the air. He looked at the potion, swallowed and then back at you. You frowned and went back to cleaning up, making sure not to look at him. But you couldn’t help but wonder who he was smelling. It was clearly not you.

He began to help you clean up and the air was suddenly tense between you. And you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“So, who do you smell?” You asked, jumping onto the work table and cocking your head at him. He shrugged. “Come on, I want to know. As your best friend, I have a right to know.” He hummed in response and inclined his head.

“Just like how I had a right to know your secret?” You looked away.

“I said I was sorry. I just, I was scared if it got out that Remus would find out. I just didn’t want Remus to know that he got turned and I got turned. I would have much rather it been me and only me rather than the both of us.”

“I would've rather it be neither of you,” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah, same. So who do you smell?”

“Why don;t you tell me?” he countered and you chewed your lip. “Come on, just tell me,” he got closer to you, smiling as he glanced up at him. You have no idea where the rush of courage came from. But it came.

“You,” you shrugged, he went wide eyed and stepped back, coughing.

“M-me?” You shrugged, playing it off.

“You,” he smirked at you, composing himself again.

“And what exactly do I smell like?” He asked, placing a hand on either side of your body. You thought about it for a moment, but you knew. Even without him right in front of you and the potion right beside you, you knew.

“Gasoline and smoke from that motorcycle you always work on, Cinnamon and apples because though you’d never admit it they are your favorite, and chocolate because you're always around me or Rem.” he stared at you. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Who do you smell?” It took him a moment to find his voice, and each second he took you waited in agony. What if you just confessed to your best friend and he didn’t like you back. But he smiled after a moment.

“You,” he replied simply, making your eyes go wide. You had been hoping, but it was actually the last thing you had expected to hear.

“An-and what exactly do I smell like?”

“Lavender, from that motorizer you always wear before you go to sleep, chocolate because you practically survive on the stuff- which is adorable-, and ink because you are constantly spilling it all over the place,” as he spoke his voice had gotten lower and lower, and with his voice his gaze also dropped. It dropped all the way down to your lips which you were playing with.

“Wo-wow,” you stuttered out, not knowing how to react. WHat do you do? You were panicking. And before you could say anything or do anything, his lips were on yours and he was standing in between your legs. His mouth was warm on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer as he brought his hands to your hips to bring you closer. But then a familiar thought rang through your head.

You don’t deserve this…

“Sirius, wait,” you pulled away and he leaned away from you, his hands still on your hips, he looked at you curiously.

“What's wrong?”

“I-I don’t deserve this. I-I can’t put you through this.” He scrunched his eyebrows together.

“What do you mean?” You buried your head in your hands and shook your head. Headache was approaching and you needed your chocolate. After the full moon was never as bad as before, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your share of problems.

Sirius seemed to sense your need for chocolate because he dove into your bag and pulled out a piece, unwrapping it for you. He handed it to you and you took it gratefully.

“Can you explain what you meant?”

“You deserve better than me. I mean. You're you. And who am I? I’m a weirdo screw up who got her brother bitten by a werewolf.”

“No,” he pulled your face back up to his and looked at you. “You are perfect. I have had a crush on you since second year. And I’ll be damned if I let your insecurities get in the way of me taking care of you.”

“But-”

He shoved the chocolate back into your mouth, shaking his head.

“Do you like me?” you nodded as you chewed the chocolate. He smiled and pecked your lips, your mouth still full of chocolate. “That's all that matters to me. I think we have a few things to tell your brother now though,” you frowned and nodded sadly. You didn’t want to, you really didn’t. He kissed you again and you brought him in closer. You still felt guilty, and you knew you always would. You couldn’t change that. But you could try for him. You could be the best for him. Because the boy standing in front of you, wiping excess chocolate from his own mouth, he was everything you had ever wanted.

And you would be everything he ever wanted in return.

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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Breaking Point

Peter Parker x Reader

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A/n : I blame @sarcastic-sunset-7 for this, i’m putting all of this on you.

Summary : You and Peter encounter a problem with his super strength, luckily your powers come in clutch.

Warnings : SMUT! (dom!peter, sub!reader, face slapping, degrading, dirty talk, exhibition kink) blood, injuries, reader gets slammed threw a fucking window for gods sake-, pretty fluffy towards the end, worried peter

Word Count : 1.1k

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“Holy shit,” Peter grunted in your ear, pounding continuously into your tight hole, “So fucking tight baby,”

You couldn't even manage to respond, the only thing falling from your mouth were moans of his name and an incoherent jumble of words. You both had been at it for what felt like hours since Peter came back to your shared apartment with a red face, steam practically shooting out from his ears. When he grabbed your hips, taking you against the kitchen counter you knew you weren't going to be able to walk the next day.

“Don’t close your eyes slut,” he slapped the side of your face, grabbing your jaw and directing your gaze to the sidewalk below you, “watch, watch as people mindlessly walk, completely unaware of how much of a whore you're for me, and only me”

You mewled at the sight, your legs growing tired, hardly keeping you up. They slipped against the floor, your body slamming against the window. Peter took this to his advantage, pressing his body against yours so you were fully exposed along the glass.

“But you’d like that won’t you, with one simple look upwards they’ll see you, bare and fucked out, drooling like a dumb little baby,” he grabbed your hands bounded by his webs in a vain attempt to pull you closer than you already were, arching your back, “But guess what? They’ll never have you, cause you’re mine, your body is mine,”

“Yours Peter, yours,” you said mindlessly, your high closely approaching, “Only yours,”

“Aww you wanna cum baby? You wanna cum?” He snickered into your ear, knowing you were almost there when you clenched tightly around him, “You better hold it, until- fuck,” he groaned, “Until you get your permission,”

His strokes became inconsistent, but not once missing your g spot with every thrust. You could feel the dragging of your skin against the smooth glass, burning the soft tissue but you knew it wouldn't matter in the morning, maybe he would do it all again. God, you fucking hoped he’d do it all again.

“Cum for me baby, fuck,” he mumbled, biting down on your shoulder, “Cum for me,” his thrust were harsher, your high drowning out all the sounds around you, including the small cracks and breaks from the thin surface.

Peter came with you, deep inside your hole. As he slowed down, one final particular thrust shattered the glass you were shoved against, sending you falling from the building. He immediately shot out his web shooters, webbing your back out of shock and pulling you to his chest. He shoved you behind a wall next to it, not wanting the people clearly looking up at the broken window to see the both of you in such a vulnerable state.

You were glad he propped you along the wall, not to sure if you could even stand on your own after your intense orgasm and the whiplash of what just happened. You could hear the mutters of confusion from the people below, most likely starting to gather around the sight of a broken window.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry out of embarrassment, the sexual energy completely dissipating.

“I-,” Peter started, still trying to process that he fucked you so hard that he had shattered his glass window.

Sharp, painfull glass.

“Are you alright?” he said, ripping the webs from around your hands, moving his own immediately to your waist after, cringing at the small scratches littering your stomach and chest, “Oh god, baby,”

All thought of the crowd below ran from his mind, replaced with concern for your well being. He did the thing he swore himself to never do, he hurt you, at his own hand. At his own fault.

“Hey, hey, hey, It’s alright Petey,” you whispered, holding your hands to his face, “I’m already healing see?” you pointed at your cuts, the bright red coating it already darkening, closing up the wounds, “I’m fine,”

“But I-I hurt you,” he said, beginning to get frustrated with himself, “This is why i never wanted to go rough with you Y/n,” he took a deep breath, “What if i wasn't fast enough? What- what if i didn’t catch you in time?”

“But you did Peter,” you reassured him, still trying to catch your breath, “I’m here with you right now alright? You got me,”

“Y/n,” his bottom lip shook slightly, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his tears at bay, overthinking what could've happened, “You- I almost-,”

“But I didn’t Peter,” you moved his hand carefully, pressing it against your chest so he could feel your beating heart, “I’m here alright?”

He nodded quickly, sniffling lightly, “Can-,” he hesitated, “Can I hug you?”

You pouted and without word wrapped your arms around his waist, shoving your face into his neck. He sighed into your embrace, carefully moving his hands around your back, clearly trying his best not to squeeze you closer, to not hurt you anymore.

“You know if all of this didn't happen so quickly, I would be laughing so hard right now,” you whispered into his ear, your heart warming when you heard him chuckle softly.

“Maybe later,” he mumbled.

“You literally fucked me threw a window,”

“You almost died by being fucked threw a window,”

“Best way to go honestly,”

“Y/n,” he scolded.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said sheepishly, “Still haven't processed everything really,”

“Yeah I could tell,” he grunted, taking a deep breath of your scent surrounding him, “Just because you have super healing doesn't mean your immune you know,”

“I survived that spidey dick for the past two years so I’m pretty sure I am but okay.”

“I-,” he started, raising his head to look up at you but gave up halfway, opting to just pick you up bridal style, giggling at the little shriek you let out. He laid you carefully on the bed, taking a random blanket from the edge and webbing it to the now open window, covering the view.

“I’m guessing we're sleeping on the couch tonight?”

“We’ve done it before, we should be fine,”

Before Peter could pick you up once more, his phone began to ring from his bed stand. He sent you a quick apologetic smile before grabbing his phone, tugging the plug off and swiping to answer quickly when he saw the name of the contact.

“Hello Mr. Stark?” Peter answered, rubbing his red eyes.

“Mind telling me why I got a security breach alert from your apartment Peter?”

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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Choose Me-[P.P.]

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Trouble in paradise and the Green Goblin, what could possibly go wrong? (Everything...everything can go wrong)

Word Count: 4.1k words

Content: Swearing, Mentions of pregnancy, Mentions of Miscarages, character death, no happy ending

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A/N: This is very angsty, so if you're not in the mood to suffer keep on scrolling. A lot of this story is told in flashbacks and all dialogue in said flashbacks is in bold italics.

Life was cruel sometimes. That was the only thought you could think as you felt this crushing weight on your chest. You could slightly make out someone calling your name, you turned your head around looking for the source.

You felt his arms circle your waste as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. Good morning, beautiful.

You felt anger burn in your chest at his nonchalantness. Where were you, Peter?

He released you from his grasp, knowing that tone all too well now. I was patrolling.

His reply came out dry and tired. You fixed your blazer before turning to face him. He looked mostly intact, there was a small bruise on his jaw but other than that he seemed fine.

All night? You were aggravated. You were tired of having this conversation with him.

He brought his hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Yes, all night? Do you think I was doing something else?

You clenched your jaw, counting to three, just like your marriage councillor taught you. No. You said curtly, I know that’s what you were doing because that’s what you’re always doing. You’re never here because you’re always patrolling.

Peter shook his head letting out a humourless laugh. Yeah? Well, why would I be here? For the past three months, it’s just been this! He threw his finger quickly between the two of you.

You let out a dry chuckle of your own, looking up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. Right, and that’s completely my fault, isn’t it?

What could possibly be more important than this? You remember shouting at him. You watched as he ran his hands through his hair before grabbing his backpack and leaving with a small, I’m sorry.

Why didn’t you tell me? You had started crying and he quickly let go of the ceiling and sat next to you on the sofa. He pulled you into his lap and began caressing your hair. He wasn’t sure what you were feeling but he wanted to make it better.

That’s how I lost her. Gwen. You never knew her but he had mentioned her before. He had brought her up in that first year of college. He had brought her up again before you had agreed to date him. He told you that she had died. He told you that he was scared. You understood now, of course, you didn’t have the whole picture but you had enough.

You heard a sardonic cackle in the air above you. “Oh, Peter, won’t you save her?”

“Leave- leave him alone!” It wasn’t very loud but the attacker heard you. You listened as heavy steps came towards you.

Your vision was blurry but you made out big blond hair, cold blue eyes, a pale face and lots of veins. His suit seemed metallic and hefty. He squatted down, closer now, grabbing your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks. It hurt.

It was positive.

Now you were too busy fighting to tell him. Too scared that he hated you now to want you. Terrified because when you told him it would be real.

We pay this guy up the ass and it doesn’t seem to be helping! Peter once said to you. You cried unsure how to defend it without coming clean about lying to him for a month.

It’s only, like, a hundred a session, that’s not so bad. You were wringing your hands in the cold December air. Something Peter usually picked up on, but not lately.

Yeah, well so far I don’t think I’ve gotten my 500 dollars worth.

“Don't fucking touch her!” Peter sounded distressed and you wanted to fix it, but you were useless in this situation. You felt a dull ache throughout your body. You remembered then, the baby. You looked down at the debris littering your body and began to cry. There’s no way it survived this, you would be lucky to.

Peter heard your hiccuping and it seemed that’s all he needed. He crawled from the rubble and when he saw Harry’s hands on you his vision clouded with red.

You remembered this morning. Peter staring at you from the edge of your bed three feet away but never feeling so far. You balled your fists taking a shuddery breath. I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to choose me.

And with that, you grabbed your coat and walked out the door. You and Peter had been fighting about his Peter to Spider-Man ratio a lot lately. You wanted him home more, and safe. He said he couldn’t just tell crime to stop, so he had to keep going out. You were arguing in circles and it was getting you nowhere.

Peter was still in his lab coat probably rushing over here from his day job. Usually, you would swoon at the sight of him but you were still very upset and maybe a little hangry (and quite possibly pretty hormonal as well). You crossed your arms in your chair and said nothing as he came closer.

Darling, He began I wanted to say I’m sorry.

His eyes held a certain softness that had almost become alien to you. The coldness you had become accustomed to now melted into soft, dark chocolate. You tried to keep your stare stern as he continued walking toward you.

You’re right I- He stopped abruptly, his face falling from neutral to distressed very quickly. You pulled your brows together in confusion, unable to keep your face level.

Have you been crying? You looked away embarrassed. You were angry and you didn’t want him to see you weak. Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of you.

Oh, Honey, I’m so sorry. I- I made you cry at work. Well, crying at all is bad but this is really bad. You refuse to look at him as you feel new tears fall. Your door unexpectedly creeps open.

Mrs Parker, are you in here? Mrs- Oh sorry I didn’t know you were busy. You look past Peter to see a student in the doorway. Travis Deakin was an odd kid, he wore a flat cap and a Minecraft creeper hoodie every day, with his trapper keeper strap slung across his chest. He was weird and someone you would have found annoying when you were his age, but he was kind and did his work on time.

It’s quite alright Travis, I’m never too busy for my favourite student. Peter shifted to sit beside you on his haunches, admiring how you treated your students. You noticed Travis was staring at Peter and decided to introduce them, Travis, this is my Husband, Mr Parker.

You watched as the boy gave Peter a small wave and Peter returned it. I’m sorry to interrupt, I just want to make sure you were okay.

You tilted your head and quirked a brow, Of course, I’m okay.

It’s just that everyone’s said they’ve seen you crying today. Travis was playing with the strap of his trapper keeper as if worried about getting in trouble for saying it.

You gave the kid a genuine smile, I’m okay, I promise, thank you though. That’s very kind of you to visit me.

Is it because you’re pregnant? Your jaw dropped, your mouth flapping like a fish as you stuttered over what to say

I-well I- um, Trevor that’s…um Peter cut you off before you could conjure up an excuse

You’re pregnant? Peter’s face was back in front of yours. You couldn’t quite read his expression and you didn’t think you wanted to. You looked back at the kid who now seemed alarmed looking between you and Peter.

Um, Trevor why- why would you think I’m pregnant? You watched as he shuffled from foot to foot, Peter unmoving and hands on your waist.

Well, you seem really happy, and you hold your belly a lot when you talk, and I heard Ms Kragger say you are. You chuckled before letting out a sigh. You looked into Peter’s eyes smiling.

Yes, It’s because I’m pregnant. You had never seen Peter smile so wide, you think he created more dimples. He picked you up from the chair spinning you around. You giggled in glee as he brought you in for a kiss.

God, I’m so happy. I love you so much. You giggled and Trevor excused himself, shutting the door.

I love you too, Peter. You ran a hand through his hair, soaking in the sweetness you had been deprived of. His smile faltered slightly as he searched your eyes.

How long have you known? You looked away from him, ashamed.

Three months. You said in a voice so small that he wasn’t sure he would have caught it without his supersonic hearing.

You watched in horror as Peter fell to his knees, his head carefully buried in your stomach.

I’m so sorry. You’ve been so worried about me and I just- You massaged his scalp, trying to ignore his tears wetting your shirt

Peter, it’s okay. It’s okay, love. He raised his head, shaking it furiously from side to side before resting his chin on your belly.

It’s not, but please know I choose you (Y/n). I’ll always choose you.

We should make a bucket list! Peter chuckled from the kitchen, where he was washing plates from dinner. He stepped over to the coffee table and sat beside you on the floor.

Why? Planning on dying anytime soon? You shoved his shoulder with yours.

No, never, but I think it would be fun. You grab a notebook and pen from your backpack, labelling it "Future Parkers' Bucket List." He smiled and you continued to scribble things down as he peered over your shoulder.

Hey, that one doesn’t count Peter said pointing to the first thing you wrote down ‘Marry Peter Parker'

Yeah, it does! It’s important when making goals that you also have mid goals and easily obtainable ones, so you don’t get bogged down by lack of progress. Peter relented and continued moving down the list, reading them out loud.

‘Own five plants at the same time and keep them alive for at least a year’, ‘Learn to drive a manual', ‘Go on a hike’-Have you never been hiking before? You shook your head no and Peter continued.

‘Win one honest game of chess against Peter’, ‘Vacation on a different continent’, ‘Own a pet named Pancake’, ‘Learn the Footloose Dance’ Peter’s smile doubled as he read the last one.

We can get this one done now, He said with a wolfish grin. Peter ran to grab his laptop and set it up on the entertainment system. He then turned to grab your hand and lift you from the floor. Your chest blossomed with love as he brought your ringed finger to his lips, giving you a soft kiss there.

One hour and three dance tutorials later you had both mastered the moves, you continued dancing around your living room when Peter declared, We should play this at the wedding!

You cried harder as you realized your life was flashing before your eyes. That wasn’t good. Neither was the coldness you felt seeping into your bones. All you could do was lay there…and die. There was no second wind, no sudden powers coming, no way to pull yourself out, no chance. Your eyes felt heavy and you knew what that meant. You closed them smiling as your memories continued to bring you peace.

Your wedding vows came to mind:

Peter Benjamin Parker, I promise to love you and cherish you every day. I promise to support you in all your endeavours. I promise to be the love of your life for the rest of your life. You have been my best friend for these past six years and I couldn’t imagine anyone taking your place. When life gets hard I promise to be there. When money gets tight I promise to make you fancy ramen. With kindness, selflessness, and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together.

Had you done that? You had loved him for sure. Did you cherish him enough? Were you supportive and kind and selfless and trusting? You did your best. You worried now that you hadn’t been enough. And there was no time to fix it.

Four hours ago Peter returned home early from patrol. You were grading papers and distracted. Suddenly your vision was filled with roses, you turned to see your adoring husband behind you.

Roses? For me? You held your hand over your heart and released a dramatic gasp.

But of course! He leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. You began tearing up.

Oh, baby, You shouldn’t have. Peter, confused by your sudden tears, squatted beside you in your chair to move some hair out of your face.

Oh, I definitely should have. It’s the least I can do for my darling. You deserve much more than twelve. More like a hundred, a thousand! You chuckled at his dramatics.

Sounds expensive, You joked, bringing a hand up to hold his cheek. He leaned into it, pretending to consider it.

Hmm, would you settle for five hundred? You giggled pecking him on the cheek, before getting up to put them in a vase.

Peter trailed behind you as you made your way to the kitchen.

I wanna take you out to dinner tonight. You placed the vase down and looked at him carefully.

Peter Parker, are you asking me out on a date? One thing that had never changed was how much you guys loved to tease each other. You imagined that you would be in a nursing home swapping quips and the thought warmed your heart.

Peter walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and say yes?

Peter assured you that you could have anything you wanted. You had ordered dessert and when the waiter offered you wine Peter shooed him away so quickly you couldn’t help but laugh.

Peter he’s allowed to offer, it’s his job. I’m pretty sure you scared him. Peter was still glaring daggers at the poor server who had made his way to a different table.

Good! He shouldn't offer pregnant people wine, is he crazy?

You reached across the table to grab his hands, bringing his attention back to you. After hearing what Travis said today Peter realized he was the dumbest person in the world. All the signs were right in front of him, he was just too blind to see them.

I love you (F/n) (M/n) Parker. You felt pride and love blossom within you, warming your cheeks.

I Love yo-

An explosion went off and Peter was quick to his feet. He gave you a look and you nodded knowing what he needed to do. Everyone began to evacuate and you got lost in the sea of people. Coming outside you saw the fire in the distance. Suddenly all you could think of was Peter. You ran towards the building seeing Peter battling some dude on a hoverboard.

Everything happened so quickly. He was thrown to the ground and you heard a snap. You yelled for him and then you heard another explosion, and another, and another. Before you knew it the building in front of you was falling. Coming directly for you and Peter. He was trying to push himself off the ground but he wasn’t moving fast enough. You began to run towards him, to use your body as a human shield. You couldn’t lose him, not after everything.

You felt a hand on your face, wiping at your tears, “Hey, hey! (Y/n) look at me. Open your eyes, come on look at me!” You tried your best, but your head hurt and your vision was cloudy. You could make out the soft umber eyes of your lover, filled with tears. His face was covered in grime. You felt enormous pressure taken off of you as you heard rocks tumble to the ground.

You took a deep shuddery breath, your lungs felt like they were on fire. You tried getting up but Peter gently pushed you down. “No, no, stay there it’s- it’s okay.”

“You- your bleeding?” It came out more of a question. A sob racked through his body as he looked at you. You followed his gaze seeing a piece of steel rebar cutting through your stomach.

You started crying again, “The baby…” It was too much. You had a whole future ahead of you. One filled with laughter and Peter chasing around your toddler and Aunt May spoiling them with gifts. One filled with dogpiling in bed because of a nightmare. One filled with you and Peter.

You heard sirens in the distance. And Peter looked up a small smile on his face, “It’s gonna be okay, they’re coming.”

You felt bad leaving him like this but you couldn’t keep fighting to stay. You were tired, you felt heavy, and you wanted to rest.

“I love you, Peter Parker” Your head rolled to the side too tired to keep it upright. You felt his hand rush to your face lifting it for you.

“No, no, no! (Y/n)! (Y/n) look at me!” You couldn’t, not anymore.

Your eyes were too heavy. You gathered everything you had left and squeezed his hand, “I’m sorry.”

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