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2026-01-01
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Well, Well, Look Who’s Inside Again

Summary:

Peter Benjamin Parker started weighing himself at 11. He started counting calories at 12. He stopped eating when Ben died. May at first thought it was just grief, that he would eventually get back up and start eating again, but he never did. May was the only one who knew Peter had anorexia. May was the one making sure he ate. May died. Peter stopped eating again. It was one of the few things peter could hide. Like many other things, he learned to hide it. He learned tricks to make it seem like he was eating. He wasn’t.

Notes:

peter parker fic except i give him mental problems also harley keener/peter parker/MJ polycule!! CW for mentions of depression, implied SH, agere (if that makes u uncomfy), overthinking, attachment issues, gender dysphoria, and implied ED (anorexia, the word anorexia is only said out loud a few times, but still very heavy themes of EDs)!! also may is dead 💔💔 tony is alive tho!! tony adopted peter :DD peter, MJ, and harley are all 17 btw!! peter is transmasc and autistic as well as other stuff :33 THIS IS NOT PROJECTION!!!! I JUST LIKE GIVING PETER MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS EHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE

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Peter Benjamin Parker started weighing himself at 11. He started counting calories at 12. He stopped eating when Ben died. May at first thought it was just grief, that he would eventually get back up and start eating again, but he never did. May was the only one who knew Peter had anorexia. May was the one making sure he ate. May died. Peter stopped eating again. It was one of the few things peter could hide. Like many other things, he learned to hide it. He learned tricks to make it seem like he was eating. He wasn’t.

Peter was sitting at the kitchen table. Tony, Natasha, and Bucky were sitting with him. The three were chatting and eating. 

Peter stared and picked at the food. He didn’t feel hungry, necessarily. Sure, his stomach was grumbling, and he didn’t feel hunger pains in his stomach, but he just couldn’t eat knowing there was probably a ton of calories in the food. He cut it up into squares, moving it around the plate.

He wasn’t going to eat. That was decided in his mind. He put some pieces in his mouth, muffled he was full, and went to wash his plate. Once he was out of view, he spit the food out into the trashcan and covered it with other bits of garbage. What he didn’t except was to see Natasha standing behind him.

“Peter. What are you doing?” Natasha asked.

“Nothing, just throwing something out.” Peter said, nervousness nowhere near hidden in his voice.

“Why were you spitting out your food? Did you not like it?” She asked.

Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her.

“No, of course not! The food was great.” He said.