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The audacity ✋

summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

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“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

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"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

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+bonus hobi’s reaction

call me your favorite. (and call me the worst) | prologue.

★ himbo(jock)!s.mingi x reader!

★ genre | college au, slowburn, angst, and smut (in later parts)

★ summary | song mingi seems to be on every corner. he’s following you around, asking for help with work, and teaching you the grounds of your newly joined sorority. being in a fraternity himself, it’s the only subject he knows the most about—and the subject you most despise.

★ word count | 500+

★ sun’s notes | HELLOOOO READERS, wow a new series from me, but this time i’m actually dedicated. I hope for this series to be about 3-5 parts, not including the prologue (this part) and the epilogue. requested by my lovely @moamidzyism. also it’s lowkey my ateez writing debut? JOIN TAGLIST!! | MAIN M.LIST

You can feel the thumping bass from the speakers resonating in your chest as you push through the large group of people. There’s the smell of illegal substances that fills the entire room as everyone loses their damn senses to the intoxication.

You look around to see girls in their greek letters and guys in their own frat letters as well looking for a good time. Equally important, you spot your friend in the corner, and you remember why you came in the first place.

Honestly, you would’ve pulled her off and probably save her some of the embarrassment of exchanging saliva with some random dude—but this is the life she lives for.

This isn’t you.

The reek of weed was clouding your nostrils, almost burning your sensitive nose hairs. Not to mention the alcohol either, you took one measly sip and now you’re trying not to puke up your lunch. It was a nice attempt at trying to get the full college experience, but you rather sneak out, or even curl up in an unoccupied room.

Anything.

Just anything to escape this overwhelming pressure, like the whole room is watching you pretend to be something you’re not.

In reality though, nobody is really watching you—nobody even really cares.

You weren’t there to enjoy it, and you didn't quite fit in with the demeanor of the people surrounding you. Even though, you mustered up the courage to push through the cluster of bodies, cringing as you heard their deafening cheers as they guzzled down shot glasses.

With aching arms and feet, you made it through the crowd and soon found yourself face to face with the stairwell, leading up to a safe-haven.

You had no time hesitate, and as you clung onto the cold wood of the staircase, you were grateful to be away from the chaos of the main floor at last. The silence was blissful and you could finally think clearly again. You ran up the stairs and soon arrived at a small door. As you twisted the knob and shut the door behind you, you released a deep sigh.

You plop down on the warm cushion of the bed and check your phone, internally sighing at the time being 1am. Tonight was going to be harder than you thought. You couldn’t possibly leave early either, because you have Bee to look after.

Even though she may be a wild card, she’s still your friend and it would be unloyal of you to leave her…in the state she’s in.

You make your way to the closed bathroom door and as you get it ajar, you see a couple raw dogging it on the counter.

Okay.

Maybe this was a bad dream, because no way you just walked into this humongous man railing this girl. To be frank, she looks a hot ass mess like they’ve been going at it for hours. You may or may not have stared at them for a little longer than you should’ve out of disbelief.

“Holy shit!”, you screamed in utter shock— a delayed reaction but a well deserved one. The mystery man looks at you and palms his face in more so disappointment than embarrassment. The girl, who was obviously getting fucked, gets shy and hurriedly picks up her belongings and runs out of the bathroom and out of sight.

The moment was embarrassing, to say the least. Not even a “hello” or any formal introduction. What was even more embarrassing is you knew this dude.

“Mingi?!”

“Oh hey, Pumpkin.”

Song Mingi, if you went to the University of Westbrook, you know exactly who he is. Notorious for being the talk of the campus, and being insanely hot. To you, he’s just a man you somehow keep running into—a man you can’t stand.

Also, that stupid nickname ‘pumpkin’, yeah he started calling you that when you forced him to bring you pumpkin spice lattes everytime he wanted your expertise tutoring. He never failed to get you the drink though, he knew he needed the extra help and you— well you knew you liked pumpkin spice lattes.

But there’s a problem, because no way in hell are you looking at him pulling up his boxers and red sweats after seeing his bare ass cheeks. No you didn’t want to see that, and you definitely didn’t want to see him sweat drenched.

Thankfully, you didn’t see his private parts. That would’ve been the end of your tutoring sessions, and sadly, lattes.

Mingi always had a flirtatious and smug attitude, he just swore he could get any girl. So maybe this isn’t the most unrealistic thing that could happen, but it sure is shocking for you to see of all people.

He stands there with a smirk on his face, not at all embarrassed or ashamed, and he barely pulls up his sweatpants. He runs his fingers through his sweaty hair, while he lets out a low chuckle and says, “Isn’t the view nice?” referring to his shirt being off.

You grip the doorframe tight, as you take a deep breath and reply “Absolutely not.”

Feeling deflated and exhausted, you just want to go home. You take a few steps towards away from the frame and sternly say “Get dressed.” before closing the bathroom door and walking away.

Meanwhile while Mingi was situating himself, You're lying spread-eagle on the bed, eyes closed and arms stretched out.

“I wish you could’ve caught me in the middle of a perfect stroke,” Mingi chuckled at his own joke through the closed door.

You didn’t even crack a smile, that’s how unfunny his jokes were.

Loud music seeps under the door, making it the only companion in the otherwise silent room. Suddenly, the door creaks open and you turn to look- it's Mingi wearing a grey hoodie, rubbing his head from its damp state. He walks over to the side of the bed, and as he sat the bed sunk to his weight.

“Not your type of crowd, pumpkin?” He asks, as he adjusts his hoodie.

You sigh, your eyes still closed, and say “It's never been.”

Mingi lets out a belly laugh and replies, “Well, you'll get used to it. You're joining the party life after all.”

You look up at Mingi, unsure what to say. He was always so confident in everything he did, and maybe that's what made you trust him so much. You have to give him his props, he’s made a name for himself regardless of his bad grades.

That’s got to be some type of accomplishment, right?

“Is it too late to back out of the sorority life? I’m pretty over it already,” you said, hoping he would have some pieces of wisdom maybe even some reassurance.

Mingi scoffed and said, “Nope pumpkin, we have a deal. You tutor me and I help you gain your way to fame.” He pushes himself up from the bed, his hand held out demanding for you to do the same.

“Okay, time to get up and out of here,” he said.

You roll your eyes, quickly responding, “Can’t. Bee is downstairs. Won’t leave her.”

Mingi then took your hand in his and pulled you up from the bed, you could tell he used all his strength because you could’ve swore you had wings for a second.

“I’m sure she can handle herself, trust me, I know a spot.”

In all honesty, you could’ve did anything else in the world— but trust this man.

BIT BY BIT… 💭 anton lee socmed! au

pairing: college student! anton x campus crush! reader

genre: college! au, social media! au with written portions, slow burn, pining, strangers to friends to lovers.

series synopsis: in which the quiet girl in anton’s language class who seems to never sit with anyone catches his attention. anton makes it his mission to get closer to her bit by bit and break down her walls. the only issue? she’s the last to arrive and first to leave, never allowing anton the chance to approach her.

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profiles: anton & friends 🦕 | y/n & friends 🐈‍⬛

01: academic dishonesty

02: cupid seunghan

03: senor chang?

04: mismatched pyjamas

05: national braincell shortage

06: gapildeu

07: taking a bath

08: triple dog dare

09: eunseok’s toothbrush

10: anton’s being weird

11: dunkin’ donuts

12: three rules

13: oblivious genes

14: wonbin’s babygirl

15: do you have a boyfriend?

16: anton lee chanyoung

17: gastrointestinal issues

18: intruder?

19: valentine’s day!

20: fabs

21: march first

22: sungchan 101

23: competition day

24: happy 3 months

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(it’s nice) to have a friend | series

SYNOPSIS. Best friends since childhood just don’t become lovers overnight. Sometimes, there are speed bumps along the way. One is that you are secretly in love with Jeno who is smitten with someone else, more specifically, your pretty roommate. And the other is that he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in order to gain your roommate’s attention. No other sane person would say yes to a situation like this but then again, you weren’t sane, to begin with. In situations like this, you wonder how much of a fool you were with going through this plan. In situations like this, Lee Jeno thinks it’s quite nice to have a friend like you. 

PAIRING. best friend!Lee Jeno x female!reader GENRE. College!AU | Fake Dating!AU | Childhood Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Idiots-to-Lovers!AU | Slight Angst | Fluff WARNINGS FOR SERIES. food and drink (non-alcoholic) consumption, profanities (to be updated along with chapters!), Taylor Swift references 

one. heartbreak prince

two. you are in love

three. cruel summer

four. how you get the girl

TAGLIST. @keemburley @johtenrecs @emmybyeakitty @sokkigarden @bat-shark-repellant @suhnnyskiess @shiningjaehyun @taeyongslilkitty @ferxanda @neowritingsnet @czennienet @ppangjae @infnteen​ @moonchele​

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Tadah! A surprise drop! This is a rewrite of my Jeno timestamp series. New and improved and obviously inspired by Taylor Swift <3 

©sehunniepotwrites, 2022

when the devil drives | teaser

pairing — jeonghan x fem!reader

word count — tba (about 10-15k)

expected release — may/early june

genres — road trip au, exes to lovers, slowburn, angst, smut

warnings — toxic relationships, swearing and threatening language, explicit sexual content

summary — when your best friend breaks his leg and cancels your summer getaway, jeonghan turns up in his place to take you home from college on what was supposed to be a five hour car ride. except he has other plans, and you end up with more than you bargained for on a week-long road trip to nowhere with the cynical, silvertongued ex-boyfriend who you're still kinda sorta in love with.

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You’re standing in the heat, the warm wind making your skin sting with sweat, and even with your hands covering your face you can still sense Jeonghan’s presence behind you. When you turn, there he is, standing still in front of the car. The sun’s rays reflect off of the hood of the car and into your eyes, and you blink back against the stinging brought on by the forceful brightness. For a second you can’t see the expression on his face as he shifts, his silhouette outlined in shadow by the glaring sun, but then your eyes adjust to the light and the look on his face makes something crack and split apart in your chest.

You know then that he will not say anything. He will watch you walk away, again and again and again, with that stoic set of his shoulders and the proud line of his mouth, but he will not say a word. You want to grab him and shake him, scream at him to say something, but you know that his words, in all their vehemence and vitality, are reserved only for him. And you’re going to stay outside, forgotten in the sun, where he hung you out to dry all those months ago.

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling a twinge of pain against the side of your ribs where his fingers dug into your skin last night. For a moment, you can almost feel his hot breath on your neck, his teeth on your thighs, but you blink, and suddenly the distance between you feels too great. Jeonghan’s eyes bore into yours, the heels of his palms braced against the hood of the car he leans on, and even in the sweltering heat you have to suppress a shiver.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” you whisper. “Even when I didn’t have a choice.”

A muscle in his neck pulls taut, but all he does is lift one corner of his mouth in a lazy, sardonic smile. You watch him pretend not to notice even as his grip turns white-knuckle-tight.

“Needs must when the devil drives, sweetheart,” is all he says.

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another world [1]

after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you're suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader

CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!!, mentions of suicide, angst angst angst angst, may parker deserves so much better and i apologize for putting her through this

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Here lies Peter Parker. Beloved son.

We shall meet again.

[Y/N] stands over his grave. There's a chill in the air, autumn has finally taken New York. She shivers, her coat a few sizes too big, and two hands make their way to her lapel to tuck the girl in tighter. May Parker let's out a sigh.

"We've got to get you a thicker coat," May says. There's a tired look in her eyes. The lines on her face seem deeper. She's pushing on fifty-two now. The grief has aged her far more. "You're going to freeze when December hits."

"This one was his, May," [Y/N] replies. The words make May take a temporary pause. "I can't just find a new one."

Wind sends the leaves skittering along the graves. The red and brown contrast greatly to the pure white bouquet of cleomes sat on the headstone. Spider flowers, [Y/N] thinks with a small smile. He'd appreciate the irony.

"I think Peter would rather you be warm and cozy in your own well-fitting coat than freezing to death in one of his old, worn, baggy ones," May eventually responded. [Y/N] wrapped her hands around her body, subconsciously pulling the coat even closer. She could still pretend it smelled like him if she tried hard enough. The warm scent of cinnamon with hints of oak and amber. The smell of home.

The older woman gave her a sad smile and comfortingly rubbed her back. "But, I understand. It's hard to let go of it when you can imagine it's him. You wouldn't believe how many of Ben's old flannels are still folded up in my dresser."

Quiet crept in again. [Y/N] could still remember Ben Parker's death, how Peter shut down, how May crumbled. How could that have been nearly eight years ago? May still had her days of darkness, when the grief became too much. She had lost a husband and a son. [Y/N] had watched this woman quite literally go through every mother's nightmare. How did she get out of bed? How did she go to work? How was she still breathing?

"How do you do it?" [Y/N] broke the silence, unable to hold her thoughts back any longer. "It's been three years, May, and I still wake up expecting him to be next to me. I still wait for a call, a text, letting me know he's going to be late to dinner again this week because he's gotten caught up with some robbery downtown. I come home from work and I wait. I wait for Peter to walk in with Chinese takeout, give me a kiss that takes my breath away, and sit down to explain his latest gadget idea to me. I look at the door and I wait. I wait it for to open and it never does."

A sob falls from her lips. Tears are streaming down her face openly now, though [Y/N] can't remember when they started. May embraces her, tightly, as if she's keeping the girl in one piece. They fall together as [Y/N]'s knees give in from the weight of it all. The ground is cold. The grass is dead. Peter's headstone has collected enough dirt to look beige. There is no sign of life, no sign of who he was. All of it is dull. It makes the sobs wrack through her body even harder.

The two women sit there for quite some time. May cradles [Y/N] in her arms, whispering soothing words in her ear as the waves of sorrow slowly become smaller and smaller. There's been a quiet understanding between them ever since Peter's passing. They were family now. Neither would ever grieve alone. Neither would ever be alone. This was not the first time May Parker had held her son's partner in her arms as she grieved the loss of her love, and it would not be the last.

"You won't believe me, but it does get easier," May speaks while gently petting the girl's hair. Her breath had finally evened out, she was fresh out of tears. "It took me almost three years to come to terms with Ben's passing. I'm still learning to live without him. Healing is not linear, darling. I know it seems like this is never ending, but you will make it through this. We'll both make it through this, together, hand in hand. I am never leaving you and you're sure as hell not leaving me on my watch."

[Y/N] let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from May to look level with her. There were a few tear streaks down the older woman's face and [Y/N] felt a pang of guilt. She hated upsetting May or making her worry even more than she already did. May gently pushed the hair out of her face and [Y/N] took her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, May," [Y/N] replied, placing a gentle kiss on the older woman's knuckle. "I'd miss your meatloaf too much."

May snorted, standing up and helping [Y/N] off the ground. "Now, there is no point in lying to me to butter me up," She joked, brushing the grass and dirt off the girl's coat. "Why don't you come back to the house for a bit? I'll make some tea. We could finally take a crack at that pumpkin bread recipe you've been talking about."

As if on cue, the shrill screech of a police siren broke May's created facade of a peaceful night. The women shared a look, [Y/N]'s full of remorse while May's held sorrow.

"Duty calls." [Y/N] sighed. She really did want to try that pumpkin bread recipe.

There was a beat. May opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. She didn't have to. [Y/N] already knew.

"I know, May," The girl spoke up. "He wouldn't want this for me, and you're right, but he also wouldn't want New York to be completely on its own. This city needs a hero, a symbol of hope. It's selfish, but this is for me too. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on his legacy, I guess. As long as there's a Spider, there's still a piece of Peter around."

It had been hard informing May of the double life Peter had been living after he passed, but what else could [Y/N] have told her? "Ah yes, your son died in a very tragic car accident and that's why his spine was shattered into pieces and I was left completely unharmed although I was also at the scene." Lying to May after losing him just felt wrong.

So [Y/N] told her everything, about Spiderman, about the Green Goblin and the Osborns. And a few months later, when [Y/N] decided to take her late boyfriend's place and protect New York, the first thing she did was tell May. May, of course, pleaded with the girl not to go any further with the idea of Spiderwoman, but [Y/N] had her mind set. She was going to protect New York, not only for her home state's sake, but for Peter's memory as well.

May sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop [Y/N] and there was no point in wasting both of their time. She'd been trying to put an end to this for two years now, but the girl was stubborn. Peter had called it "overly ambitious". May couldn't help but think that Ben could've put an end to this somehow, but it was just her now. She'd find a way eventually.

"If you need anything," May finally spoke. "I'll be home all night. I don't have night rounds at the hospital for the rest of this week. You stop by, no matter how late, okay? Peter's old bed is always there for you."

[Y/N] felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Peter's childhood bedroom. She'd spent at least four months after his death practically rotting away in his bed. There were so many memories from their teenage years in that room. She didn't know if she could face them again without deteriorating.

"Thanks, May," [Y/N] gave her a small smile. "I'll shoot you a text if I decide to stop by. In the meantime, pamper yourself. You work too hard."

The women shared a hug, May giving the girl a warm kiss on the cheek before they finally parted ways. [Y/N] watched May make her way out of the graveyard before leaning down to Peter's headstone. She gently sat her forehead against the stone and closed her eyes.

"I really, really hope you're proud of me."

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It was late. She'd been out for hours now, patrolling around the entire state of New York. Stopped a few break-ins, prevented some drug deals, the usual crime scene. It had been quiet ever since Norman Osborn's death. His passing was sudden, an apparent suicide. The news had sent [Y/N] into a fit of rage.

"That coward took the easy way out. After everything he's done, after Peter, it's over because of a fucking self-inflicted gunshot to the head? It was supposed to be me, May. I wanted to watch him bleed."

[Y/N] sat close to the top of the Empire State building. This had been her and Peter's hiding spot. She could remember the first time he had brought her up here, sometime during junior year, and the view had completely taken her breath away. Peter had taken her hand and told her he loved her for the first time. It truly felt like they could've conquered the world together.

She took a breath, attempting to let herself relax for the first time in a few days. She was exhausted; her head was pounding and her body ached. It was a lot more difficult to do the job that Peter left behind without any super-human abilities. She was extremely lucky all of his equipment hadn't taken damage, trying to follow Peter's notes and blueprints felt like reading a foreign language. It was a miracle she hadn't taken life-threatening injuries yet, though she had ended up on May's doorstep needing help getting patched back up more times than she'd like to admit. Thank God for May Parker.

The wind up this high was chilling. It seemed to bite, but it held a certain familiarity that brought comfort. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the structure of the building. The red and blue of the suit reflected against the metal. She had managed to adjust Peter's old suit enough to get it to fit her smaller frame. She was cold. She never used to be cold up here.

Her eyes were getting heavier and it was dangerous to stay up this high, but she couldn't seem to care. She gave in almost at once, letting her eyes drift shut. I'll just rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. It's not like anyone will find me up here.

There was a brief moment of complete silence. No city sounds, no wind, she could barely hear the steady intake of her own breath. It was calm, almost as if she had made her way to the end of the world. A bright, nearly blinding light made [Y/N] squeeze her eyes shut tighter. What the hell?

The noise resumed. Cars honked, people yelled. [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the effect of the light, and noticed that the sun had risen. Had she accidentally fallen asleep and slept until morning? She'd have to send May a text. She always sent May an "I'm Ok! :)" after patrol. The woman must be worried sick.

[Y/N] made her way off of the building, slipping her mask back on and beginning to swing home. The sounds of Jonah Jameson's voice echoed through Times Square. Since when had he begun filming his episodes? She could've sworn the reporter only did his podcast.

J. Jonah Jameson sat at a desk, a stack of papers in his hand. His voice seemed to echo through the city. "Spider-Man continues his era of chaos with no remorse—"

That was weird. She had sworn everyone had switched to referring to the vigilante as Spiderwoman ever since the change had become more apparent. Also, when did Jameson go bald? He looked just... slightly off.

The reporter's rant on the hero continued. "When will you cease this meaningless destruction? After your betrayal to Mysterio, it's a miracle you have any public support remaining at all."

Mysterio? Who the hell was Mysterio?

The girl stopped, perching herself on the edge of a building and looking at the screen expectantly. She couldn't remember fighting a "Mysterio". There hadn't been a big bad in New York since the Goblin.

"It's time this little round of show-and-tell was put to an end," Jameson continued. "When will you face the facts? For the betterment of this city, you should be put behind bars. It's time you turned yourself in, Peter Parker."

[Y/N] felt her stomach drop.

The screen flashed. A photo of a teenaged boy was put on display. The words "PUBLIC ENEMY #1" were plastered over his face. Footage followed of the man Mysterio, accusing Peter of attempting to kill him. He revealed his identity and screen went to black.

[Y/N] could see Jameson's face appear back on the screen, but she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Something was extremely wrong here. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy that they had shown.

That's wasn't Peter.