written for Melonhead15 <3

p.s if those of you that sent me the titanic covers would please message me on here, i will send you the sneak peek ASAP!!! <3 thank you very much! also - if you send any fan art from now til the release, you will get the sneak peek as well :-) i'm aiming for the story to be out this next week!!! the soundtrack i am making will be out soon!

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Your friends always talked about how once you and your husband started to sleep facing away from each other, it wouldn't stop there. Every night you would move one inch further from one another until the space between you was cold. 

You never thought that would happen. But here you were, living your worst fear.

You woke up every morning and Peter was gone. He worked at the Daily Bugle, and his shifts were long. And right after that, he was busy for the rest of the night as Spider-Man. Sometimes he came home in time for dinner. The conversations were always like this:

"How was work?" 

"Good, Jameson is using my photo for the front page."

"That's great!"

"Mhm."

"And the rest of your day?"

"Fine. I'm tired."

"Oh-"

"I think I want to go to bed. I'll wrap this up and put it in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch. Thanks for dinner."

There was nothing less, nothing more. Just that and that was the extent of how much you knew him.

But it was like you didn't know him anymore. He was so different. Or maybe you were so different. You didn't know. 

Maybe you'd both changed - changed too much to be in love anymore.

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Peter had sent you a text that he'd be working late, but you didn't expect to still be waiting for him at one in the morning. You were a nervous wreck, sitting on the couch, your leg bouncing, your fingers pinching different areas of your hands. You were desperate for a distraction.

You finally heard the bedroom window open upstairs. You sighed out in relief (and a little bit in annoyance) and went up the stairs. You threw open your door and flipped on the light. 

"I've been waiting downstairs for hours, thinking late meant two or three hours, not-" Your hands were fists, your jaw set, and then you saw that he was bleeding out of his chest. "Oh my gosh. Peter, what happened to you!" You ran to him. 

His suit was torn and he was bleeding bad. He grabbed your elbows as you put your palms on his chest. He was breathing heavily, mumbling softly your name and no and I'm okay. 

"Who did this to you? Oh gosh, Peter, this cut is deep, I don't think I can just stitch this up on my own-" Suddenly he was falling backwards, but he was still conscious. You fell down with him, landing on the plush carpet. He was getting blood droplets on the soft white, but you didn't care. "Peter!"

"I'm okay," he breathed.

"No you're not!" you exclaimed. "Look at you!"

He suddenly smiled, his eyes closed.

"What? What is it?"

"It's like we're kids again," he said, and he shook his head once, then opened his eyes. "Like I'm sixteen and sneaking in through your window so you could patch me up."

"Yeah, with your three bruises?" you teased, eyes getting watery at the memories. "You didn't even tell me that they would be healed in half an hour."

He smiled so wide his teeth showed. "I just wanted an excuse to kiss you."

You laughed, shaking your head. Suddenly you were sixteen again, feeling your cheeks get all warm after Peter pecked you on the face softly. Except now you were twenty-eight, and things were different now. Things hurt now.

But seeing him like this, it made you realize that you weren't angry at him. You didn't love him any less. He was yours, and you were his, and you both were still just learning how to be in love and be adults. You'd gotten married so young... right after Peter got back from the Soul Realm, he'd married you. Five years had passed and he didn't care, he just wanted to marry you-

And you'd agreed. 

"I hope you know that you are still just as beautiful to me now as you were twelve years ago when we met," he breathed. "You still take my breath away every time I see you walk into a room-"

"Okay, now you're just speaking out of blood loss," you said. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I'm not," he said, and he whined when you pushed his arms to his sides so you could look at the wound. "No - no, I'm not."

"Peter, please-"

"No!" he said, but he was struggling to raise his voice above a whisper. You stopped, giving him a pleading look. "No, just..." He raised his hand and put it against the back of your head. Your expression softened and he pushed his body forward, his lips crashing against yours.

The kiss was passionate, and full of love and fear and pain and happiness all at once-

It was like he was apologizing and proposing and proclaiming all at once.

Your mind just screamed out with how much you absolutely loved and adored him. 

You let him kiss you for a long moment and then he fell back, groaning in pain and clutching his chest. His lips were white with pain.

"Oh jeez! Peter, why did you-" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and then reached under your bed, grabbing the first aid kit. But the kiss made your lips tingle; it was the first time he'd kissed you in a long while. "Why did you do that, you-"

"I love you," he said, hand on his chest. He just looked up at you. "And I realized that today when I thought maybe I wouldn't come home and- I just.It's not like I ever stopped loving you, but you know what I mean. Things have just been... different, and I - I just hate that. I want to marry you again. I want you to be my wife again."

"I'm still your wife, silly," you muttered, taking out the things you needed.

"I know, I just want to marry you again. I'm not talking blood loss nonsense."

You looked at him and raised your eyebrows. "If you're talking about wanting to marry me again, then you definitely are."

"I'm not! I'm not. It's not that bad of a cut!" He forced himself to prop up on his elbows. "I love you more than life itself, ___, and I just-"

You reached for your phone, which you had left on the foot of yours and Peter's shared bed. "That's it," you said, turning it on, "I'm calling Tony, and I am calling him right now-"

"What! I'm being serious, I'm not talking crazy!"