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kittybellestark · 3 years

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Straightening Things Out

Part 2

Hey everyone so this is going to be a two part fic, tumblr told me I hit my limit soooo.

This is the long awaiting MayxSkip with Bi!Peter fic I’ve been talking about, idk how long a 2nd part will take but I already have a bit written, which is super nice. Uh, yeah, this is heavy stuff, so prepare your hearts, bc mine hurts

TW: homophobia, depression, self harm, homophobic slurs, eating disorder (?), abuse, sexual assault, thoughts of suicide, questioning sexuality, alcohol

He’s not sure how he got here.

Well, he knows, but he just doesn’t understand it.

A year ago Peter was trying to get May with Happy. It seemed logical and safe. May wanted to get back into the dating pool, and while Peter was hesitant about the idea of May being with anyone other than Ben, he felt like Happy could be a good person for her to be with. That was safe, controlled even.

Pushing for May to be with Happy seemed like the right step. Supporting May in her decision to start seeing people again also make sense. Now, Peter regrets it. He should have told her no. That he wasn’t ready or comfortable with that.

He doesn’t understand why he’s in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood. He didn’t even go out as Spider-Man. Peter hates May’s new boyfriend.

Skip wasn’t safe. He wasn’t very kind either. And there was just something about him bothered Peter. And yet when Peter tried to talk to May about it, the complaints weren’t heard or taken seriously.

May doesn’t understand that Skip is a danger, and Peter can’t really talk to people about this.

Six months ago…

“Hey Happy.” Peter smiles jumping into the black ‘inconspicuous’ Audi.

“Hi Pete.”

After a few minutes of talking the conversation finally turns.

“How’s your aunt.”

Peter snorts, rolling his eyes. “She thinks she’s doing great. Still with Skip, he lives with us now. May isn’t very happy that Skip and I aren’t getting along too well though. She thinks that I have a problem with seeing her with other men, amongst other things.”

“Sounds like you don’t like him. I didn’t even think that was possible, you’re like a lab.” Happy chuckled.

“I resent that. I don’t like a lot of people who I don’t need to disclose to you. I was just expecting her to get with someone else, someone who was less I don’t know, just less.”

“You and me both kid. You and me both.”

Five and a half months ago…

Peter and May were making dinner together, the radio was playing softly and Skip was sitting in the dining room, beer in hand, listening to Peter and May’s conversation.

“How was school, baby?” May asked.

Peter hums as he chops some carrots. “There’s a new transfer at school. From Tennessee, he even lives with Mr. Stark.”

May pauses mixing the stir fry they were attempting to make. She smiles at Peter an eyebrow raised, waving the spatula at him.

“Is he cute?” She asked in a song-song voice.

Peter rolls his eyes with a smile. He sticks out his tongue, flicking some water at May. Skip watches with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, yeah he’s really cute. Blond hair, blue eyes, southern charm and he’s so smart too. And tall. May, he’s also like muscular too, his arms? He used to work in a mechanic shop where he grew up, he could probably bench press me without breaking a sweat.”

“Sounds like you have a crush!” May squealed pulling Peter into a hug.

“You have a crush on a man? Are you gay?” Skip huffed with a laugh.

“Bisexual, actually.” Peter deadpanned. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all. Just surprised.” Skip laughed.

Five months ago...

May was at work, it was just Peter and Skip at home. Peter was in his room, the door was closed over, and Skip in the living room watching a sports game and drinking some beer.

While this wasn’t the most common occurrence, it wasn’t necessarily uncommon either. Peter would stay in his room and do homework or play some sort of online video game with Ned, Harley and MJ, typically Minecraft but sometimes they chose something else. Skip would watch sports or the news, but never a reliable source, always the Daily Bugle or Fox News.

Today was supposed to be like every other time. Peter was supposed to be in his room and Skip in the living room. But then Skip was in his room with him. Peter felt uneasy. It just didn’t sit right with him having the older man in his room.

“I think we need to talk, Pete.” Skip said sitting on Peter’s bed, while Peter stayed sitting at his desk.

“Sure, what about?” Peter tried to sound pleasant and kind, doing this for May.

“Well, I’ve been trying to broach this subject with you gently, but May and I have spoken about how we can cure you.”

Skip had the decency to look somber. His shoulders hunched forward, frowning. His eyes held remorse and regret. It only seemed to enrage Peter.

“Cure me? As far as I was concerned I was perfectly healthy.” Peter couldn’t help but snort.

“Of your sin, Peter. You like men, and we know that we have to cure you of it.”

It felt like all of the air had been taken out of his lungs. His heart stopped and the world blurred for a moment before Peter shook himself out of it. He pushed himself up out of his chair trying to back himself up, away from Skip. This wasn’t right. This was really wrong.

“May accepts me. She said so. She’s always supported me and accepted that I’m bi.”

“She didn’t know how to tell you she didn’t. She was crying quite a bit. May just didn’t know how to tell you. So she asked me to help fix you.”

Skip got up from the bed, walking over to Peter, trapping Peter in. Skip put an arm on each side of Peter’s body, resting his hands on the wall behind Peter. Peter felt trapped, his eyes wide as he looked around unsure of what he could do. May and Skip thought he was sick.

“She can’t-“ Peter cried, tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t want to accept it. This couldn’t be happening.

Skip put a hand on his shoulder.

“She does, Einstein, but it’s okay because I’ll fix you.”

Peter sat at their usual lunch table, Ned next to him, MJ, kiddie-corner to him and Harley across from him. His leg was bouncing as they all ate, but he couldn’t do more then push his food around his tray.

“There’s nothing wrong with me being bisexual right? Like, I’m still normal, I’m not sick or anything for liking more than just women right?”

It used to be old-hat for MJ and Ned to have to reassure Peter that being bisexual is okay. It was just last year that Peter finally started to feel secure in his sexuality and not question whether he was normal or not. It just always felt like Peter was faking his attraction to other genders.

The group became silent with shock. None of them were prepared for Peter to have any insecurities about his sexuality, and it certainly wasn’t something that Harley was there to witness. It had been such a long time since he voiced this doubt. Ned and MJ gave each other looks, while Harley sat there starring at Peter slack-jawed.

“Sorry. I’ve just been in my own head recently. Bisexuality is valid and so am I. I know, I’m sorry, I just- what if I’ve been lying to myself this whole time? I’m sorry, I know I’m being silly.”

There was another moment of silence before Harley grabbed Peter’s hand.

“It’s not silly to question you’re own sexuality, Peter. Being bisexual is hard because people always try to invalidate you and tell you to just choose. It’s okay to be confused. Prefaces change from day to day and it is so confusing sometimes. We’re your people, we’re here for you no matter how you identify.” Harley smiled, something sad and soft.

Four and a half months ago...

Peter was trying to sleep. It wasn’t coming easily anymore. Skip and May were in the next room over. He should be able to sleep. But nothing felt right. Everything was always off, never normal, almost safe. It didn’t feel good.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hall before Peter’s door opened and closed. Peter tried to pretend to sleep, but the footsteps came closer to him then Skip’s hand was on his shoulder.

“Hey Einstein. I’ve got something for you.” Skip whispered, getting Peter’s eyes to open.

Peter pushed himself up and into the top corner of his bed, knees drawn to his chest. He really hated Skip. Hated his deep voice and pointy chin and crooked nose. He hated Skip’s receding hairline and beer belly. Peter hated Skip and everything about him. But mostly Peter hated that Skip and May knew there was something wrong with him.

Skip dropped some razors onto the bed. All loose and brand new. Peter looked at Skip like he was crazy. It was too late at night to register this.

“May and I were talking again. Anytime you have a sinful thought, any homosexual thoughts or desires just give yourself a cut. Obviously don’t do it in front of anyone other than me, but this should help bleed the faggot out of you.”

Peter gasped, eyes wide and shaking his head. He didn’t want to do this. Cutting himself was not something Peter ever wanted to start doing again. He got away from it, he recovered, and now the blades are being provided to him. Peter is being expected to cut this time.

“I can’t do that. Anything but that Skip, please.”

Peter didn’t realize the tears that were pouring down his face, or how hard it was to breath. If it wasn’t for Skip wiping the tears from Peter’s face, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“Hey, no, no it’s okay, Einstein, it’s not as bad as it seems okay, look,” Skip took Peter’s wrist slicing it a few times, just enough to bring up blood up before handing the razor to Peter, “See? Nice and easy. Now I’m not going to leave until I see you try okay?”

Peter nodded, bringing the razor down on his skin and breathing a sigh of release as he broke his own skin.

Tony dropped food in front of Peter, two burgers and fries, before sitting down beside him. They were finally watching a movie after spending time in the lab and now Harley would be joining them too.

“Kid, we’ve talked about your eating habits. You need to eat more than a regular person. I don’t like seeing you lose weight this fast. I just like to see you happy and healthy.”

Peter knew he should say something. The razor in his pocket wasn’t normal and he should tell Tony. And his need to cut every time he thought about Harley, or the need to cut when he realized he was playing into Skips hands. But Peter didn’t want to lose his little therapeutic treatment again. He could do better at hiding it this time, especially with his healing factor now. Peter could keep this.

It’s his little secret with Skip. Peter could keep it safe. It made him feel better, and that’s what everyone wants, right?

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’ve just had a smaller appetite recently, I’ll do better, promise.” Peter nodded with a smile.

At that moment Harley walked into the room, giving Peter a crooked smile, a blush painted across his cheeks.

Peter would have to cut later, for thinking about Harley like that, and for doing what Skip told him and also for scarring Tony. Peter deserved this.

Four months ago…

Peter and Skip were alone together again.

It seemed to become more common now. Or maybe Peter was just getting used to having Skip try and cure him. He hated himself for wanting it to work. Peter just didn’t like himself much anymore.

“Einstein,” Skip slurred, “are you still a faggot?”

Peter flushed with shame, nodding. Peter really hated Skip for making him feel like this. For feeling shame for being bisexual and wishing he were straight. Peter hated himself a lot. He just wanted to be better.

“Shame, thought I’d have you straightened out by now. May is going to be disappointed to know you’re still a homo. I’ll have to start getting more aggressive with your treatments.”

Peter shook his head. He was already so tired, and he just wanted to feel safe in his home. He just needed to do what Skip and May wanted and then they’ll like him. All Peter needed to do was be straight, no matter what. He’s doing the right thing.

“How much more?” Peter’s voice cracked.

“As much as it takes to turn you straight.” Skip smiled.

He now gripped Peter’s face in both hands, thumbs on his cheeks. Skip used the hold he had on Peter to bring him towards the bathroom doorframe- the only metal frame in the house.

Peter didn’t fight. He was doing this for May. May wants him straight and wants Skip to do it. Peter scratched at his legs, where most of the cuts were, hoping that would convince Skip from stopping whatever he was doing. But it didn’t, of course it didn’t. Why would it convince Skip, when he’s only doing what’s best for better?

With his hold on Peter’s head, Skip jerked Peter’s head into the doorframe, with enough force to make Peter forget how to stand. Peter was only being held up by Skip's grip on his head when Skip lifted up his knee, forcing it into Peter’s stomach.

Peter groaned with the impact and Skip let him go and Peter fell to the ground. He barely managed to catch himself, resting his forehead on the cool floor. There was barely a moment before an on slate of kicks were delivered to Peter.

“No,” Peter sobbed, “stop, please, stop, stop, you’re hurting me.”

It was another few moments before Skip stopped kicking him with a huff. Skip sat down on the ground, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder to comfort the boy. Peter continued to sob, barely able to support his own weight to get himself sitting.

“Einstein, I just want you to know that I don’t like doing this. I don’t want to do this, but May and I agreed that I have to do this. I’m sorry Einstein, but it’s for your own good.”

Skip pulled Peter onto his lap, rubbing Peter’s back to bring him some comfort. Peter relaxed into Skip’s hold when he realized that there wasn’t going to be more pain. They sat there for a while before Skip finally stood up, as Peter’s sobs were finally ending, bringing Peter to his room and tucking Peter into bed.

“Peter I’m worried about you.” MJ said after Academic Decathlon practice.

Peter was wide eyed, holding his book bag in front of him, using it as a shield. His clothing that used to only be a little bit large on him, now swallowed him completely, his cheekbones were sharper and anytime his sweater moved a little bit, his collar bone was revealed to be protruding from his chest. Peter flinched at people who moved too fast and his skin was pale with dark bags under his eyes.

“I’m okay MJ.” Peter smiled, but his eyes were still empty.

“Are you cutting again? You’re acting like you used too. I don’t like seeing you lose your spark.”

MJ moved forward, grabbing Peter’s hands in her own. His hands were cold against hers and shaking slightly. Her head tilted just a bit as she searched for answers on Peter’s face.

“I’m not- no, I moved past that.” Peter lied.

He couldn’t tell her. He needed to cut. He needed the freedom it gave him, the relief. It was one of the only things he had anymore that he still enjoyed. By telling MJ, Peter would lose his sanity. Everything would be okay as long as he had a razor on him, as long as he got to cut his skin open.

But he should tell her. Maybe that would get everything to end. If he just told someone, maybe Skip would stop hurting him. Or maybe they’d push for Skip to continue on with trying to cure him. This was for the best, after all.

“Peter, you’re one of my best friends, okay? So if you were cutting again, hypothetically speaking, know that you can come to me, I won’t tell anyone. Not even May or my parents.”

Peter nodded, looking away from her, hating himself for lying and hating that MJ was trying so hard. It would have been so much easier if he just liked MJ instead of Harley.

“Look, look, MJ, see no cuts,” Peter rolled up his sleeves to show healed skin and no scars, “I promise, I’m just a little stressed out right now, don’t worry about me. I’m just focusing on myself for now, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, well, when is the last time you ate?”

“Right before practice.”

It felt nice for Peter to actually tell the truth. He was eating almost as much as usual. Typically the same amount unless he had time alone with Skip. Peter was just stressed and sometimes couldn’t keep his food down, but he still ate more than enough. He should be able to keep up his weight, the weight loss just sort of happened.

Three and a half months ago…

May was working the overnight shift again. It was a school night so Peter was at the apartment with Skip instead of the Tower like he would be on weekends.

Peter was finally sleeping, well actually he was passed out from exhaustion, but it was still a sort of sleep, technically. Somewhere between Skip moving in and their ever-more-frequent talks “chats,” Peter started to lose sleep. He would stay awake later, slit his wrists longer, and on top of that the surprise beatings from Skip were really taking an affect on Peter. All except the desired affect.

Peter was still bisexual. He didn’t want to be bisexual anymore. He just wanted to be normal, straight. Liking men was wrong, Peter was wrong. May and Skip just wanted what was best for Peter. And this was what was best. Skip was just helping Peter. He was straightening Peter out. This was just want needed to be done.

Skip stumbled into Peter’s room. He saw that Peter was tucked in under his blankets deep in sleep and Skip couldn’t help but climbing into the bed too. He pulled the teen into his body, breathing in how Peter smells, nuzzling his nose behind Peter’s ear.

Peter woke up trapped in Skips arms. He panicked trying to get out, it was just like The Vulture dropping a building on him again. But this time it wasn’t concrete but instead a man. A man who was supposed to be in love with his aunt.

“Skip.” Peter whined trying to wriggle free.

The older man moaned, moving a hand down to feel Peter’s length.

“I didn’t realize that you’d rub off on me. You’re trying to turn me into a homo. Einstein, you’re rejecting your treatment and trying to change me instead, and I don’t tolerate this very much.”

Peter shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body shook with nerves, and he thought he was going to vibrate out of his body.

“Skip, I promise I’m taking this seriously. I should be straight, I want to be straight. Just like you Skip, I’m trying really hard to be straight. I promise, I don’t want to be a disappointment to you or May anymore.”

The older man laughed, holding onto Peter tighter. He ground his hips further into the teen, making Peter whine and squirm more trying to break free.

“Einstein,” Skip moaned, “You’re ass, I swear it’s a woman’s. Your such a fairy, Einstein. I could just imagine you as a woman, you’re hair at your shoulders, this great ass and a tight pussy, your tit’s would probably be smaller, barely a handful, but you’d be so cute. Too bad you’re just bent.”

Harley sat across from Peter, cheeks blushed, watching Peter carefully. Peter no longer felt that the freckles painted across Harley’s cheeks and nose were cute, and he no longer felt comforted by being in Harley’s presence. Now Peter only felt dread. There was no more warmth or the feeling of being safe.

Peter wasn’t attracted to Harley. He didn’t want to be with Harley, he was afraid of Harley. What Skip was doing was working. Peter was going straight. He wasn’t going to be bisexual anymore, he was only going to like women now. Peter wasn’t going to be a freak or a fag or a fairy or a homo or bent. Peter was going to be straight. Skip was fixing him.

“Peter are you okay? You’ve been really spacey recently.” Harley asked keeping his voice soft and cautious.

Peter smiled. It didn’t feel natural and probably didn’t look all that genuine, but Peter felt like he should be happy. He was happy that he this meant that May and Skip will not be disappointed in him. Maybe then Skip will like him. Now they can be a family

This is going to fix all of his relationships. People are going to like him better if he’s straight. He’ll only like women and be normal. It’ll solve so many problems for him.

“Yeah, Harls, I think I’m actually really good. Like, for real.”

Peter laughed, not one of his soft, bubbly and contagious laughs, the ones he was known for. Instead it was hallow and empty, self deprecating even. Harley’s eyes widened, suddenly more concerned for Peter than he’d been previously.

“Peter...” Harley sighed.

He reached out to grab Peter’s hand, watching Peter flinch back hard. Harley saw the moment Peter recognized what he did and how he tried to shake himself out of it, but he also saw how Peter moved to stay farther away from him.

“I’m good, Harls, really.” Peter nodded again.

“No, you’re not. There’s something seriously wrong. I’m going to figure it out. I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

Three months ago…

Peter and Skip were finally alone. May had been on a stretch of day shifts and Peter’s friends were more persistent on having Peter go out with them during evenings. They were even tracking his food intake. The group was becoming obsessive over Peter now. And Peter was sick of it.

But now Peter was home alone with Skip. He could finally tell the man the good news. It’s been well over a week since Peter had and romantic or sexual feelings for another man. There’s only been fear, with any he looked at. Peter didn’t want to be attracted to men. Skip was curing him. May and Skip will finally accept him again.

As soon as May stepped out of the apartment Peter left his bedroom and sat down on the couch beside Skip. The man smiled at the boy, licking his lips before pinning Peter onto the couch. Skip groped at Peter for a moment, before pressing sloppy kisses onto his neck.

“No, stop, Skip I don’t like this.” Peter fought. “I just wanted to tell you that it worked. I don’t- I’m straight. You cured me. It worked. You and May don’t have to be disappointed in me anymore.”

Skip laughed. Loud and boisterous, pressing his weight down onto Peter. His hands moved up and down the teens frame, removing Peter’s clothes. Peter struggled harder, tears pouring down his face, sobbing out pleas to be let go. He tried fighting it, fighting Skip to keep his clothes on.

“You see Einstein, while I’ve made you straight, you’ve made me a fag. So this is going to have to continue, just a little until I no longer view your twink-ass as jailbait.”

Peter sobbed harder, trying to use his elbows to get away. Instead, Skip just pressed a hand into a patch of fresh cuts, forcing Peter’s vision to white out for a moment, that was just long enough to take off Peter’s underwear off.

“Skip, Skip no. No. I’m not. I swear, I didn’t make you like men. I didn’t do it. I’m straight now. You fixed me, I swear. You need to stop. You don’t want to go there. You don’t want this.”

Peter tried begging. He tried pleading, but he couldn’t stop Skip. It was too late. Skip had a plan and he wasn’t going to stop.

“Real funny that you think you know what I want, Einstein. This is for the best though, I promise, I’m doing this for you.”

It was movie night with May. Skip was out meeting up with his old friend was college. So it was just Peter and May. In their living room.

Peter couldn’t sit on the couch. Well, sitting in general wasn’t really working. So Peter just laid down on the ground, and May took the couch.

“Peter, I’m proud of you, you know that?” May finally spoke, halfway through Tangled.

“You are?” Peter didn’t anticipate his voice cracking, but hearing that May was proud of him? It was worth everything.

“Of course, baby. Skip told me that you let him help you, and I’m so proud of you for accepting help. He said that you’re problem was resolved with his help too. I’m so glad you two are getting along.”

Peter heard the words of confirmation that what Skip has been doing is what May also wants. She’s proud of him. She’s happy that Skip fixed him. May is glad that Peter is straight and that Skip turned him. It breaks Peter’s heart to actually hear it from May.

Peter never wanted to do it anyways.

And yet here he is. Having done it for her. He did this for May. To be accepted by May. So that he isn’t a disappointment in her life. And he isn’t happy. He’s not happy with himself, or Skip or May. Peter thought this would make him happy.

Peter wishes he born properly. Born straight. Born not wanting to harm himself. He wishes that the feeling that he needs to die never existed. Peter wishes he could be himself and be loved by his family. It shouldn’t have to be one of the other.

“Thanks.”

He tried not to choke on the acid rising up his throat.

Two and a half months ago…

It doesn’t stop. Skip doesn’t stop. His brain doesn’t stop. The fear didn’t replace the attraction like Peter originally thought. It’s just more confusing now.

Peter just wanted this to end.

Skip wasn’t going to end this.

Tony and Pepper had invited Peter, May and Skip over for dinner. Tony had made loads of his famous lasagna, and Pepper made a spinach dip appetizer and they ordered cheesecake for dessert.

All the adults seemed to be having a conversation together while Harley and Peter talked among themselves.

“I have an announcement.” Skip smiled at May, bringing the attention to himself.

“I asked May to marry me yesterday and she said yes.”

Peter was sure that this would be what killed him. Skip was his life sentence for whatever Peter did wrong. Skip was going to be his step-uncle, his new guardian.

Tony, Pepper and Harley congratulated the couple, and Tony patted Peter’s shoulder. Wine was brought out Peter couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m just, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” Peter smiled pushing himself out of his spot.

“Hurry back Einstein, we’re gonna be a family, we have to celebrate together.”

Peter was going to be sick.

He nodded and left the room, shutting himself in the bathroom and throwing up.

This isn’t what he wanted. Skip can’t be there for the rest of his life. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

One month ago…

Peter was sure Skip was going to kill him. Or use him forever.

Peter didn’t like either option.

“I don’t want them to get married.” Peter confessed.

Happy pulled the car over, turning in his seat to see Peter. The kid wasn’t looking very good, he reminded Happy of 2008 era Tony. It wasn’t a very good look on a kid.

“You feel like it’s too soon after Ben? Or is it because of how fast-paced their relationship has been?”

Peter had tried not to think about Ben since Skip moved in. He didn’t want to picture the look of disappointment Ben would give him. Peter didn’t want to think that he is a failure in Ben’s eyes. Ben would believe that Peter brought this onto himself.

‘With great Power Comes Great Responsibility.’

Ben always said that. And yet Peter failed. He gave away his power, and was completely responsible for where he is now. Peter did everything wrong and Ben would know that. He took his uncles advice, his dying words, and ruined them, broke them, tossed them in the trash and set them on fire. Ben would hate this Peter, and Peter knew that like he knew how to breathe.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just- I don’t think I’m ready for May to be married yet. It just feels like Skip is trying to replace his spot. I don’t want the to get married yet.”

Happy nodded in understanding, trying to give the teen a small smile.

“Pete, no one is ever going to replace Ben. He was your uncle, your guardian, your parent, he raised you. Skip could never live up to that.”

Present day…

There’s blood.

Peter is in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood and he doesn’t understand how he got here.

Well, he knows how. He just doesn’t understand it.

And he doesn’t know where to start cleaning it. Peter doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. This was all horribly wrong.

Peter knew he couldn’t stay here much longer though. Skip had gone back to his own bedroom, after a rough ‘session’ with Peter. And now Peter is alone, and bleeding and he needs to get out.

Peter picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Hey, can you uh, come pick me up, I can’t stay here, I need, uh I need to get out of here.”

“Yeah kid, you got it. I’ll be there in half.”

“Meet me, uh, two blocks up from here actually.”

“You okay, Underoos?”

Peter hung up the phone.

He hoped in the shower hoping the water would get rid of the blood, hoping the soap would wash Skip away. And when that didn’t work Peter put on an oversized sweater and large sweatpants. Peter packed untainted clothing into his book bag and left through his window and down the fire escape, putting his hood up.

This was a mistake.

Leaving was a mistake. Skip was only doing what he thought was- no. No. No. Peter can’t go back.

He won’t live through this. Peter doesn’t want to live through this.

He scratched at his arms as he made it to the spot that Tony was supposed to pick him up.

Peter was going to be sick.

How could he let it get this far? Peter shouldn’t have let this happen. This was all wrong. Why is he relying on Tony to take him away. What if Tony agrees with Skip?

Peter coughed up blood.

New plan.

Go with Tony, make sure his stomach isn’t bleeding, once he’s good, leave. Go fast. Stay away from cameras. Go to Canada. Or Florida. Get out of New York. Go far. Somewhere where May and Skip won’t think he’ll go.

Tony pulls up and Peter hops into the car quickly. Tony doesn’t start driving right away though. Instead he looks at Peter, seeing the fear in the boys eyes, as well the way he is unconsciously scratching his arms.

“What’s happening?”

Peter shakes his head, tears filling his eyes.

“Please, just drive, I can’t be here. Can’t be in the city right now.”

“Is this drugs?” Tony asks as he starts to drive, hoping that Peter won’t leave. “I don’t care if it is, I can get you help.”

“It’s not drugs. It’s probably be easier if it was drugs. Honestly, I wish it was drugs. I can’t go home though, okay? Please don’t tell May.”

“Okay. We can do that for now but I will eventually have to tell her where you are so her and Skip don’t get worried.”

“You can’t” Peter shouted jerking upright and pushing himself further away from Tony. “You can’t. Skip can’t know. He’ll kill me, I swear, he can’t know, I can’t go back.”

Tony nodded, as Peter seemed to fall apart in front of him, hoping that appearing casual while driving will keep Peter talking.

“So we don’t like Skip, alright. Is there a reason why?”

Peter sobbed and Tony was tempted to pull over right then and there, but he knows that scaring Peter would cause him to run, so he needs to keep driving.

“He said he’d help. He did the opposite.”

Tony hummed, bringing them out of the city and towards the compound. Peter was rocking himself slightly, clearly uncomfortable. He started to cough, blood splattering across his arms.

“What the hell, Parker?” Tony said stepping on the gas.

“No Skip, Tony. Promise me, we don’t get him involved even if that means keeping May in the dark. You bring Skip into this then I’m leaving. Okay?”

“Jesus, yeah, okay, promise. We’ll keep him out of this, I got you. No Skip, we don’t want him, I got it Pete.”

Peter nodded, feeling relief wash over him as he was finally in a safe spot. He was out. He was out of that god forsaken apartment. No Skip means he’s safe. Safety means he can finally sleep. So he closed his eyes.

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End Of The Rainbow

So I decided since I have a Tumblr account I would use it for something. I am writing an Undertale fanfic, hope y'all like it.

Warning, contains very descriptive violence and gore.

Prologue

The orphanage, there was no other home for us two, this was all we knew. My only friend had yelled to me, “Hey Frisk, what are you doing there?” I responded boredly, “Eh, you know Chara, just looking out at the sky, it’s really beautiful today.” “You say that everyday.” “I know, but it is, it’s just so nice to see the way the sun sets behind the clouds after a storm.” “Whatever.” Chara was born around the same time I was with a 2 week difference, technically making them older. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, “Hey, what are you doing faggot?” yelled someone else. Chara and I knew that voice from anywhere, it was Deru. Him and his friend Trithe approached us, threateningly as usual. The two were a year older than Chara and I, though they looked like they were 5 years older by their height and strong, menacing figures. Chara glared at them and put their left hand in their pocket, knowing that the other two were going to start a fight if we didn’t anyways, “What are you doing here Deru, shouldn’t you be out back in the garbage can where you belong asshole.” Deru looked at us, laughing, “You think you scare me bitch, try me.” Trithe and I, as usual, stayed silent, not wanting to be a part of it but knowing we would be anyways. I saw Chara start to pull something out of their pocket, and Chara lunged towards Deru with insane speed, pulling out a knife. They were obviously trying to stab him in the heart, but Deru moved in an attempt to dodge it, so he was stabbed in the arm. He gasped and started bleeding rapidly, we watched him glare at Chara, somehow unaffected by the wound, and start hitting her with his other arm with all his strength. “STOP, PLEASE,” I yelled, “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM!” Deru threw Chara at me, I caught them, but was sent flying back and falling to the floor, still holding them. Deru fell to the ground as well, Trithe running over to help him, “You little Demon, I can’t believe you did that.” Deru’s bleeding was very rapid, and Chara was full of blood, bruises and seemingly almost comatose, it was hard to tell who was worse. “Chara, Chara please, wake up,” I said, hoping they would be fine, “C’mon, you’ve been through worse, please just… wake up.” I felt tears come to my eyes. I checked for a pulse, and luckily found one, but it was very unsteady. Trithe helped Deru out of the room, but not before Deru said “I hope you die you little demon.”

When it was just Chara and I, I let the tears flow. “Please, please wake up, for me, please. You know the orphanage is too poor for a doctor, and I can’t carry you 10 miles to the hospital by myself. Please… just open your eyes.” Suddenly, a weak voice said “Gee Frisk, I didn’t know you cared about me so much.” “Chara?” My eyes widened, “Yep, that’s me, don’t tell me you forgot already, I wouldn't think I was out that long. Especially since we seem to be in the same room, and I have to say it was cute for you to stay here holding me until I woke up. So, how long have you been crying over me?” I slapped Chara, lightly due to the bruises already there. “I-it wasn’t anything like that, I thought you died, and if you did that then this orphanage would have been boring. It’s not like I could protect myself well anyways, so I would’ve probably died too if you did. Must you suggest such things when you seemingly almost died?” Chara sighed, “Well sadly Frisk, if we stay here then the same thing will happen over and over. This isn’t the first time I got in a fight with that jackass, but everytime I do it gets worse for everyone. I just saw red and went for the kill, and it seems the same went for him. We have to leave, otherwise one of us WILL die.” I knew that Chara was right, but I didn’t know where we would go. “Where should we go Chara, since you say we need to. I agree, but we have no other home but here, and unless someone magically pops up wanting two kids, which would technically make us siblings which I am NOT okay with.”

Chara looked irritated, but then they looked out the window. “Hey Frisk, look, we can just follow the rainbow.” “Chara, how hard did he hit you in the head? We can’t just follow a random rainbow and hope it leads to somewhere, I know I did it once when we were 8, but I was dumb back then.” Chara looked up, making sure our eyes met. “I have a good feeling about this Frisk, just trust me. I even see where it ends, look.” Chara pointed towards a mountain, “It’s called Mt. Ebott, and legend says that all that go up there disappear. Maybe people just go up and don’t leave because it’s so nice up there. Maybe the top has a small community that we could join. We should do it.” I looked at Chara as though they just said jumping off of a bridge makes you grow wings, but then I realized that we have no real options, and when we find nothing then we can find somewhere else. “Okay Chara, we can try I guess. Let’s just hope that we don’t fall off while climbing.”

We started silently packing our things, and getting ready to leave. As we walked out the back, I said a silent farewell to our old home before we started running in fear of being caught. We eventually made our way to the trail up the mountain, finally deciding we were far enough to take a break. I was gasping for air, as we ran for about one and a half miles and I never ran for more than about half of one before without a break. Chara on the other hand barely broke a sweat, probably used to the exhaustion from the fighting. “Hey Frisk, you alright?” “Y-yeah… I-I’m f-f-fine.” Chara must not have believed me, because they came over and sat me down on a log, then sat next to me. “Hey, you may be exhausted now, but it'll all be worth it if my hunch is correct.” “I… I guess so yeah.” I still wasn't fully convinced, but I figure it will make Chara happy if I follow her. After sitting for a few more minutes, we start walking up the path and towards the top of the mountain. It was difficult, but we managed for a while before having to take another break about halfway through as the air was slightly thinner. Chara wanted to look around away from the trail, but asked me to stay since I was exhausted, and I agreed. I sat there, waiting and waiting, until the sun was almost gone and the rainbow very faint. I was feeling really concerned, and eventually broke down and decided to look for them. I looked to where the rainbow ended, figuring if they went anywhere it was there, and ran yelling “CHARA, WHERE ARE YOU CHARA?” I eventually saw the light of the rainbow and thought it impossible for it to actually land somewhere. I didn't concern myself with that though, as I ran towards it at full speed. I wasn't paying attention though, and that one mistake was my downfall. I tripped on a vine, “CRAP!” I yelled, and fell down a pitch black hole.

(Chara and Frisk belong to Toby Fox, story belongs to me)

#undertale au #undertale #undertale fanfiction

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Zack Taylor Designated Driver Squad

AO3 Link: Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 2: TUESDAY

Zack leaned back onto his hands, swinging his feet idly as he watched the red pickup truck make its way through the trailer park to his and his mom's place. The truck was something to behold, all right, all dented, scrapped, and twisted metal. Jason'd managed to fix it up mostly with junkyard parts, and Zack was still half-convinced it was held together mostly by bubblegum and the Red Ranger's faith that it'd drive.

The truck pulled to a slow stop but Zack didn't move, grinning a bit when Jason stuck his head out of his window to stare up at him.

"Morning, Bossman!" Zack called cheerfully, swinging his legs a bit faster.

Jason rolled his eyes. "C'mon."

Zack gave Jason a mock salute and launched himself off the top of the trailer, landing gracefully and walking to the passenger side to climb in.

Jason rolled the window back up -- it might be beat up as all hell, but the AC worked -- turning to look at Zack. "Someone's gonna see you one of these days," he said mildly, shifting into drive and starting to head to the school.

Zack shrugged, still grinning. "Ain't nothing they haven't see before - I've been jumping off my place for years. Quite worrying and lighten up, J!"

Jason snorted, because of course Zack has always jumped off his trailer. Of course. "Adrenaline junkie," he said, meaning for it to be accusing but tone coming out more fond than anything.

"Pot, kettle," Zack grinned, pointing at them both, because they both knew Zack was crazy, but so was Jason -- so were all of the Rangers, really.

"Fair," Jason acknowledged, rolling his eyes when Zack whooped.

"Oooh, I can't wait to tell everyone that you actually conceded! Wait, are you feeling okay?" Zack said, faking concern and trying to feel Jason's forehead, only managing to brush his fingers over his skin before he was being smacked away.

"Knock it off!" Jason said, swatting at Zack's hands while also trying to drive. "If you wreck us, you're rebuilding the truck!"

Zack just laughed, continuing his assault. "What if you're sick, though, gotta make sure!"

"I'm fine, asshat, you wouldn't be able to tell just by touching me anyway. I said knock it off!" Jason said, shoving Zack back into his seat with more force than needed.

Zack stopped attacking him, but kept grinning all the same. "Man, everyone's gonna be so disappointed now."

"What?" Jason said, always feeling like he was 5 steps behind when he was hanging out with Zack, the Black Ranger jumping from topic to topic just to get a rise out of him.

"You couldn't even concede a point to me for one whole minute before fighting again," Zack said, more pride in his tone than there probably should be, but it was oh so much fun to wind up their fearless leader.

Jason deflated, suddenly remembering the conversation Kim had had with him. And Trini. And Billy... "Let's just forget it."

"Whatever you say, dude," Zack grinned.

They were silent for a few minutes, nearing the school when Jason asked, "Where's your notebook?"

"Dunno," Zack shrugged, unconcerned that the notebook had the homework he'd done with Kim yesterday and yet he didn't have it with him today.

"Zack..." Jason said, parking the truck.

"Jason..." Zack said, mimicking him.

Jason sighed, giving up. "C'mon, let's see if Kim has it."

Zack grinned, bounding out of the truck. If he got stares when sailing through the halls with one Ms. Kimberly Hart on his arm, then walking with Jason was 10 times worse. Everyone loved to glare at the fallen quarterback and anyone who showed an ounce of decency to Jason was branded a traitor just like him.

Zack, though, wore it like a badge of honor, walking tall and meeting the eyes of anyone who dared to look, smirking all the while. Jason shoved open the door to the school and held it for Zack to step through, allowing him to catch the end of whispered jeer that really, was not very school-appropriate, so Zack tripped the offender and cheerfully gave them the finger. He even allowed Jason to pull him away and down the hall, grinning at his mutters that he was a menace.

When they got closer to the girls' locker, Zack winked at Jason and sauntered over to Trini, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "Hey, Crazy Girl. Where's the bae?"

Trini elbowed him in the gut and shrugged off his arm. "Not here yet," she answered, nodding at Jason, who returned the gesture.

Zack was undeterred. "Guess I'll have to borrow one of her notebooks, then," he said, starting to reach into the locker only for Jason to yank him back just before Trini could close it on his hand.

"Ohhh, team leader's mad at you," Zack whispered, grinning at Trini and nodding at Jason's frown.

"No, I'm not - just, no fighting," Jason said, looking around, wishing Kim would get here already.

Trini rolled her eyes.

"You know, he almost agreed with me this morning?" Zack said, big grin on his face. "Being DD is softening him up to my charms!"

Jason let go. "I'm going to class," he said, abandoning them both and walking away while Zack cackled.

"See you for PE!" Zack called after him, but he was ignored.

"...Did I miss something?" Kim asked, walking up to Trini and Zack and watching Jason disappear down the hall.

"Just the usual antagonizing," Trini answered.

Kim shook her head, reaching into her bag and offering Zack his notebook, frowning when the warning bell went off. "We'll talk at lunch," she said, pointing a warning finger at Zack.

Zack laughed, saluting her in the same way he'd saluted Jason earlier, meandering to class.

Third period, Zack bounded into the gym and headed for the guy's locker room to change. After two weeks of Jason forcing a spare pair of his sweatpants he just happened to have onto him so that he could participate in gym (and therefore get credit for the class instead of adding to his detention pile for not bringing appropriate clothing), Zack got the hint that this whole DD program his friends were running also included making sure he actually participated in school while he was there.

So he had a pair of his own track pants stashed away, which he quickly changed into, stuffing his notebook and jacket into the locker in their place.

He headed back into the gym, only having to wait for a minute before Jason was standing next to him, changed and ready as well.

"Well, sports guy, what is it today?" Zack asked.

Jason shrugged. "I don't know why you think I know what we're going to do in PE every time."

"You're the sports player! This is your domain!" Zack protested.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Ex-player," he corrected, and it only stung a little to say it.

Zack knocked into him. "Badmitten?" he suggested, always picking something outrageous cause then Jason would stop looking so pitiful.

Jason shoved him back, but he relaxed a bit. "No net."

"Volleyball?"

"No net, Z, pay attention!"

"...Tennis?"

Jason laughed, shaking his head. Before he could say anything, though, Coach blew his whistle. "All right, all right, line up! Holt! You and... Tracey, you're captains. Pick your teams, we're playing dodgeball today."

Zack bounced on the balls of his feet. Dodgeball! He knew this one!

"Behave," Jason muttered, crossing his arms.

Zack rolled his eyes, unsurprised that he and Jason were the last ones picked, grinning when they ended up on opposite teams.

As soon as Coach set all the balls out, Zack beelined for the best position dead center and ignored any attempts to shove him to the sidelines, bracing himself to run full throttle at the line.

Jason lined up off to the side, one eye on the ball in front of him and the other on Zack.

The whistle blew and both boys took off like a shot, grabbing their prizes and dancing back, Zack dodging an early throw, hanging on to his ball for now, weaving around his "teammates."

Jason got two people out, watching Zack just dance around. "You gonna throw that or what?" he teased.

"You wanna play?" Zack grinned, knocking a ball outta the air with his own, scooping it up and throwing the other at Jason, who easily dodged.

"You're going down, Taylor," Jason grinned.

"Ooh, last name, now I'm scared!" Zack teased back.

"Get a room!" someone called, disgusted. "Yeah," another student said, bumping hard enough into Jason that he had no choice but allow himself to stumble, "Shut up and play!"

Zack threw his ball and got the guy out who'd bumped Jason, shrugging when he got cursed at. "You said play... let's play!"

He stopped dancing around after that, but it just wasn't all that fun playing with these kids, the ones who didn't want to play already out because they just stood there and didn't even try, and the rest athletes of one form or another who were all douchebags, so he migrated back to mostly aiming for Jason, because at least that was fun.

"Look at the losers flirting," someone on the sidelines called out. "Bunch of faggots."

"Language," Coach said mildly, but otherwise did nothing, and Zack's gut clenched at seeing Jason's ears burn red in embarrassment.

"Hey, babe?" Zack said, looking straight at Jason, face set, eyes glinting with something maniacal.

Jason flushed a bit more, but he held Zack's gaze. "Yeah, babe?"

Zack grinned ear to ear, scooping up a ball and nearly crushing it in his grip. "Let's show these bigots a good time!"

Jason grinned back and then they were both moving fast, not as fast as they could but maybe adding just a bit more speed than was strictly normal, going after everyone else, regardless of team.

"Coach, that's not fair!" a kid complained, yelping when he got hit with "friendly" fire.

Coach watched a beat longer then shrugged. "So switch teams."

And that was how Jason Scott and Zack Taylor won a game of dodgeball of them versus 48 other students.

Zack slung his arm around Jason's shoulders when the last kid standing was pegged and out. "Great game, J."

Jason laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, you too. But for the record, we're not dating."

Zack laughed, shoving him to the side. "Obviously they can't handle our epic friendship, imagine if we were a power couple?"

"You're still a bunch of fags," one guy muttered.

Zack kicked a dodgeball up into the air and spun his body neatly to then kick it again, the ball smacking the kid in the head.

"Taylor!" Coach barked.

"Whoops," Zack said, completely unapologetic. "Thought he was still in play."

The bell rang and Jason grabbed Zack to drag him to the locker room before he could get into any more trouble.

"...and then Zack pulled off a high-kick that Alpha-5 would be proud of and kicked a ball into Ray's face," Jason finished, as everyone had demanded to know what the hell had happened in PE since basically the whole school was talking about it.

"So, you guys aren't dating?" Billy asked, glancing between them.

"Nah," Zack said. "Doesn't mean they could just say crap like that and get away with it, though."

Billy thought about that and nodded once, going back to his lunch.

"And you call me crazy?" Trini asked, shaking her head.

"Hey, I had to stick up for your people!" Zack protested, laughing when she punched him, but her saw her little smile, too.

"Well, at least they didn't fight this time," Kim said, ever the optimist.

"We don't fight all the time," Jason protested.

"Dude, don't even. We totally do," Zack grinned.

Jason opened his mouth to argue before he realized what Zack was doing and clenched his jaw shut instead, giving him a very unimpressed look.

"See? Definitely not dating," Zack said, taking a bite of his giant cookie.

#Zack Taylor #Kimberly Hart #Jason Lee Scott #Jason Scott #Billy Cranston #Trini #Power Rangers #Power Rangers 2017 #gen fic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #friendship #slice of life #character study #high school

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