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spider-bih · 7 years

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Ugh P.5.5 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also- I’m an evil asshole I know. This bit is a little short and is mostly in Peter’s P.O.V c; Also- I’ve hit 300 followers! What should I do?

Part 5, Start from the beginning, Masterlist

Imagine growing up in a world where everyone has a soulmate- everyone is meant to be with someone. Imagine getting to watch everyone around you figure out what their tie is to their soulmate. Tattoos, timers, and red strings were the most popular, but they weren’t the only ones. There were others like, seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate or seeing only their favorite color- these ones that made it harder to find your soulmate. Imagine having none of these for all of your life. No string, no tattoo, nothing. Then someone mentions the pain tie- the rarest of all the soulmate ties. Imagine hoping to whoever might be up there that you had this tie- that you had something- someone. Imagine trying so hard to look for signs- doing subtle things like hitting your toe somewhere or being risky in hopes the injury you get might cause your soulmate to strike back.

Imagine nothing happening- being told that the only way to know if this tie was yours is if you felt some immense pain you know you didn’t cause. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are- just imagine it. Imagine feeling this alone- imagine seeing the sad numb faces of people around you with no tie to anyone. Now, imagine you thinking that that would be your life. That you’d never have a love like you saw in some couples on the streets or on TV.

For a moment, imagine being Peter.

For fifteen- damn near sixteen years- his entire life- he thought he was going to be alone. Then one day- out of the blue, he feels something. An intense burning on his tongue and throat- it shocks him so bad he damn near falls. Was that it- was that the sign? He hoped it was- but he has no time to dwell on it. He’s swinging around and someone throws something his way. His web snaps and he’s falling, chest scraping on the floor- something else is thrown at him- it’s heavy and hard and it damn near crushes his leg- but he can’t think about that. He hears a shrill cry from afar and despite the ache in his leg, he has to get up to help. So he does- he does and you’re there, huddled up in a ball. He feels something- but he doesn’t know what yet. He asks if you’re alright.

“Uh- yeah. I just- my soulmates uh- he’s stupid and uhm- I don’t need help. I’m- I’m good.“, you tell him and his heart stops. His whole world stops- no- you couldn’t be-

“Oh- you have that kinda tie too? I mean- you sure you’re not hurt?“, he asks. He wants you to answer the first question- but that would be crazy. His luck couldn’t be that great, right?

You ask him if he’s okay then, and he just brushes it off, letting it slip that his soulmate hurt him as well. Something flashes in your eyes and hope flutters in his heart. He doesn’t even know you- not yet- but he just wants a soulmate so badly. He wants to know that he’ll have a love like his Aunt and Uncle had- he wants to be that happy- wants to grow old with somebody. He wants to be loved.

You punch the wall- he’s shocked. He’s shocked because why would you do that? Because oh god he feels the pain. He feels it- he feels you.

“You..”, you murmured. He repeats your word and then you’re throwing something at him- then you’re yelling and at last you’re running. You’re running from him- and there goes his luck. Of course his soulmate would be like this- of course you’d run from him.

Of course you didn’t want him.

Yes- he’d heard you. You shattered his heart into tiny little pieces- you didn’t want him- and you said so, but he acted like he couldn’t hear. It wouldn’t count if he hadn’t heard, right? Maybe you’d change your mind- maybe you wouldn’t break him like this. Maybe he wouldn’t go the rest of his life thinking he was a mistake. He’d already thought so before he met you- and now he would think it even more after you left him. He’d been picked on for his lack of a soulmate- for his scrawny body and nerdy type ways. Society poked and prodded at him- breaking his self-esteem with each and every push and shove. As they happened- as the mean words were slung his way, he didn’t think much of them. They didn’t hurt as bad- but now that he thought of it, now that he felt all of them piled up all at once- it hurt. Your words- they hurt. Why didn’t you want him? There had to be more to it than just his alter-ego. He was scared of putting those he loved in danger too- but he had to do it. He was given these powers for a reason. They gave him abilities he could only dream of- but he never dreamed they’d make his soulmate not want him.

Was that the price of this life? The loss of you?

How cruel of the universe. Hadn’t he paid his price already? Was his beloved Uncles life not enough?

He guessed not- maybe he deserved this. Maybe this was his karma for letting his Uncle die- for letting his Aunt lose her world. Maybe just maybe.

He deserved this- he deserved that hard hit to his chest. He deserved to have the wind knocked out of him- to have that blade slash through his side and make him bleed out. He deserved to fall and crash into an empty alleyway- but did you? No- you didn’t, and that was probably why you didn’t want him. You didn’t deserve to feel his pain, did you? No. You didn’t deserve this ache- and yet he was reaching for you anyway. Just his luck- he crashed right next to you, a copper taste filling his mouth as his fingers reached for you, tugging the fabric of your shirt. You started screaming again and he found himself smiling bitterly beneath his mask. Was that all he was good for? Hurting you?

Then it hit him. You were right.

You weren’t meant for this life- you were just unfortunately thrown into it. You were part of his karma. He didn’t deserve you- but he deserved to lose you. That’s what you were meant for, right? He was meant to think you didn’t exist for sometime, and then just suddenly meet you. He was meant to feel such immense hope- and then have it be broken by you. You weren’t meant to be with him or love him.

You were meant to break him- and so you did.

“God- you idiot.”, you whispered, pulling him further into the alley, and that was all he heard before darkness consumed him.

Part 6

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spider-bih · 7 years

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Ugh [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader [Female pronouns are used but not much]

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Pain [and Satans Waterfall] etc

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. Some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. You? You can feel the pain your soulmate feels. Any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. Other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. Your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane!

Masterlist

Pain. That was the most common thing your soulmate had you feeling- though, it was usually at ungodly hours of the night. You wondered what he could possibly be doing to have you waking up at three in the morning, fighting back a scream. Was he some sort of thug? Did he get into fights at three in the morning just because? Some nights were worse than others- and just a few weeks ago, it felt like you were being crushed by something. It terrified you because it felt like your soulmate was going to die- but then the crushing feeling stopped. You thought that’d be the end of it- but then it felt like you were falling and then crashing to the ground. You must’ve screamed all night that night.

After that, you didn’t feel anything for a while, and you were scared that you’d lost your soulmate before you even got the chance to meet him. Did that kind of thing even happen? Was it even heard of?

You didn’t know, but you didn’t have to. Not too long after that god-awful night, he was back at it. Less severe, thankfully, but still rather painful. It was annoying, really. Especially since he started getting hurt during the day too. You’d have to fight back gasps and hisses in the middle of your classes. You had half a mind to hurt yourself, just to get back at him but you were already in enough pain as it was. Surely he was too.

You wondered why you couldn’t just have a counter or that stupid string- just something other than this. You were tired of having to cover up cuts and bruises, tired of waking up to some god-awful pain and fighting back screams randomly. Why was your soulmate so fucking careless? Did he not know he was hurting his soulmate? That he was making you look crazy? Most people didn’t believe that your soulmate caused you so much pain and discomfort. They’d say you just wanted attention- that you enjoyed rubbing it in that you were different from everyone else. That wasn’t the case, but no one knew that but you.

It was frustrating.

“Fucking sick and tired of my goddamned soulmate- who does he think he is? Ugh.”, you grumbled under your breath, stomping out of your schools big double doors.

You’d been in [insert after school activity here] and suddenly you were screaming. It felt like your ribs were being slammed into something and the pain was unbearable. It left you breathless and a little shaky on the ground. Everyone had stared at you like you were insane. They’d even stopped working early just to be away from you. Your outbursts were getting worse and you were pissed. What the fuck was he doing?

You grumbled and cursed under your breath, angrily making your way off school grounds, mind set on going to your favorite nearby café. Maybe, just maybe, you’d burn your tongue on your coffee on purpose. Maybe you’d slam yourself into the door or ram your elbow into the counter- something, anything! He deserved to know what it felt like!

Still grumbling and pouting, you made your way to the café, ordering a nice hot cup of joe and downing at fraction of it the second you got it. Not your best idea considering it hurt like a bitch, but you were fine with that since you knew your soulmate would feel it too.

‘Take that, asshole.’, you thought to yourself.

When nothing came afterwards, you smirked to yourself. Maybe he got the message. You allowed yourself to properly enjoy your drink once it cooled off a bit, though your tongue was kind of numb for the moment. It was unfortunate, you’d bought yourself a delicious looking cinnamon roll and you could barely taste it. Still, it seemed worth it if your soulmate got a taste of his own medicine. Literally.

You enjoyed the blissful, pain-free feeling while it lasted. Around this time, your soulmate was usually getting hurt. It wasn’t something you could pinpoint, however. Sometimes he started up right as school let out, sometimes nothing would happen until night- and other times he’d be getting hurt at the most random times during the school day. There was rarely ever a day that went by without him getting hurt, and you could still recall when it all began. It was just last year when you’d gotten the first big sign of pain from your soulmate. It was the smallest little bite on your hand- it swelled pretty badly, but then it soon went away. Since then- the pain never really stopped. Sure, you should be glad to know your soulmate is out there, alive and breathing, but dammit why couldn’t he get hurt normally? Why couldn’t he stub his toe once in awhile instead of being slammed into walls or crushed by unknown objects?

You didn’t know- and maybe you never would. It wasn’t easy to find your soulmate when this was your only tie to him. He could be anywhere in New York- hell, he might not even be in New York. There was no way of knowing- and maybe that was half of why you were so angry when it came to him. You could feel his pain- he could feel yours, but it wouldn’t help in finding each other. Especially since you had to cover up all the injuries that appeared on your skin because of him. You couldn’t go out looking like you’d been in a cage fight! Although.. they did seem to fade away quickly now that you-

Your breath hitched and you nearly choked on your coffee when it felt like you’d just been sucker punched in the gut. You knew for sure this pain wasn’t yours, you weren’t due for that cramping nightmare that was your monthly until next month.

Shit- he was doing something again, meaning you had to go hide out somewhere until he was done. You could already feel what pain was to come next looming over you.

‘You can’t give me one night, can you? You asshole..’, you hissed to yourself, hopping out of your seat and dashing out of the café. You shoved past people and ducked into the nearest alleyway, crouching down and holding yourself best you could. ‘Just stay quiet, just stay quiet- please..’, you chanted to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek as you fought back your cries of pain.

So far so good- nothing-

You let out a shrill cry of pain, feeling something slam into your leg and you swore it felt like it had to have broken in two if it wasn’t at the very least fractured. People walking by had jumped at the sound you made and you held yourself tighter, trying to make your body smaller so you’d go unseen. The pain still had you shaking- but nothing was added to it. Was he okay- had he actually really hurt-

“You called?”, an unfamiliar voice asked- though it sounded like they were having trouble speaking.

Regardless, the voice made you jump- fuck, you’d been heard?, “Huh?”

“Was that you who screamed? Was someone trying to attack you?”, the voice asked, making you look up. You were surprised to see that it was Queens hero speaking to you. Spider-Man, right? Or was it boy?

“Uh- yeah. I just- my soulmates uh- he’s stupid and uhm- I don’t need help. I’m- I’m good.”, you reassured as you shakily stood up, mentally cursing your soulmate for embarrassing you for the second time today.

“Oh- you have that kinda tie too? I mean- you sure you’re not hurt?”, he quickly changed the subject, realizing that talking about soulmates was not that important right now. He moved closer to you, limping slightly on one of his legs, head titling as he looked you over.

“I’m sure- are you okay though? Your voice- kinda sounds funny..”

He chuckled nervously, “Yeah. I’m fine. My soulmates dumb too- guess she uh burned her tongue or whatever.. look if you’re okay I really have to go because..”

His voice flew from your mind as you took in what he just said. Burned her tongue? There was no fucking way- well.. it might make sense- plus he had that limp in the same leg that was currently aching on you. There was only one way to test it though, and it was going to hurt.

Without warning, you balled your hand into a fist, reared it back and punched the brick wall nearest to you as hard as you could. You bit your tongue hard to stop yourself from screaming. Your knuckles cracked against the hard bricks- and you were sure you broke one of them.

“Ow! What the hell- why would you- oh gross it feels like there’s blood in my..in my mouth- and my hand really.. oh my god..”, he gasped out, now realizing what this meant.

Your soulmate was Spider-Man..

Part 2

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spider-bih · 7 years

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Ugh P.2 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing as always, Mentions of pain, some angst if you squint etc

Part 1, Masterlist

Holy fuck- Spider-Man, Queens hero- was your soulmate? Your soulmate, was in New York, right here- standing right in front of your face? This was him- this was the person you were supposed to spend the rest of your whole life with. Most people your age didn’t meet their soulmates- not unless they were incredibly lucky. Hell, one of your closest friend had a timer, and her timer had years and years to go, but you? Your soulmate was standing right here..

“You..”, you began, staring at the masked hero before you in shock.

“You-”, he replied, but you quickly cut him off, throwing a brown bag with your half eaten cinnamon roll in it, at his face. He caught it easily, “What was that-”

“You asshole!”, you hissed, glaring at him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? People think I’m completely nuts sometimes! I wake up at three in the damned morning, fighting back screams! God- just last week I felt like I was gonna die! Would it kill you to be more careful?!”

He seemed shocked, but you couldn’t tell with that mask on his face, “What you’ve been through? I’m out here saving lives- I can’t help that sometimes people land some good hits! Plus, I didn’t even know you existed up until like five minutes ago! I’ve grown up thinking I didn’t have a soulmate! I have no tattoo, no timer, no string- nothing that I can see! I’ve had people tell me it might be the pain tie but- I never felt anything from you until now! I almost broke my leg by slamming it into a billboard while swinging! All because you decided to burn your tongue with something- and now you punch a wall! My fist is throbbing, what the hell!”

“What? You didn’t know I existed?”, you asked, exasperated, “How?! I’ve been getting cramps once a month since I was thirteen! How did you not feel them?! It’s not my fault you hit that billboard! Pay more attention and oh, I dunno, be more careful?!”

“I felt them- but I didn’t think they were you! They went away so fast! I never got any marks from you- nothing big enough to signal that the pain I was feeling wasn’t my own! Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have been purposely getting hurt to see if I’d get a reaction!”

“What if your tie to me wasn’t pain? What if it was emotions? You’d be hurting yourself for no reason-!”

“I heal fast.”, he stated, as if it were no issue, “And my pain tolerance is kinda high.”

“Well mine isn’t! People think I’m crazy! My parents think I’m exaggerating because surely my soulmate wouldn’t be out breaking his fucking bones at three in the fucking morning!”, you were shouting now. People often had such beautiful stories to tell of how they met their soulmates. Some even had silly ones to tell- and yet, yours would be this. Your first meeting with your soulmate was an argument- and it was an easy one because you couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t see the features of him that were made just for you- couldn’t fall for whatever color his eyes might be or the facial expressions he made.

“How is that my fault! Like I said, I didn’t know you existed-”

“Everyone has a soulmate you idiot!”

“Not everyone!”, he shouted too now, “I’ve seen some people have no tie to anyone! I live near some people who were born with nothing- just like I was! I thought I was one of those unlucky people, okay?! I-I figured that.. if- if I hurt myself enough- maybe- maybe I’d get a response- and I did. You have no idea what it felt like to grow up thinking I was going to be alone for the rest of my life- or end up with someone who didn’t really love me. I got to watch everyone around me be excited over their tattoos, constantly checking on their timers or gushing about how they were glad to have the easiest tie to their soulmates. I’ve been jealous of my best friend for years because he has a red string! A red string that, if he follows, will lead him to his everything! I thought I was alone!”

His sudden confession shocked you. You didn’t know that there were some people without ties to a soulmate meant for them. You didn’t know you’d been hurting your soulmate like this, and so you were speechless.

“I was so happy to have felt something- even if my tongue feels funny now. I’ve always wondered what it might be like to meet my soulmate if I had one- I just never imagined this..”

You made a face, hating that you felt so guilty. This wasn’t really your fault, was it? How could you have known your soulmate wasn’t getting the pain you felt monthly? How could you have any idea that you had to do something drastic for him to know you existed and that your tie to each other would forever be pain? God- this was insane. Your soulmate was a super-hero. You didn’t know super-heroes had soulmates that were regular people. It never crossed your mind that Iron-Man might be forever bound to a regular woman- or that Captain America or even Hulk, would be tied to a regular every day person. How did the universe think that’d work? Especially with a tie like feeling each other’s pain?

You shook your head, “I just- I need to go home. I can’t even wrap my head around this- fucking hell..”

“I can take you-”

“No. I need to- I can’t- holy shit you’re my soulmate- you of all people.. I need to go alone. I can’t..”

“Me of all people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, he asked, clearly offended.

“It means you’re a super-hero and I’m just- I’m me! I’m a regular person! How did the world think this would work? How did it think this was fair?! My soulmate is going to be risking his life daily and I- I’m gonna have to just sit back and- and hope and- oh my god- I didn’t even think of that- what if I were to lose you? I’d have to feel you die- god- I can’t. I don’t- I cannot deal with that- could you? Can you honestly tell me you’d be okay with feeling me die- feeling all my pain fade off and be left with nothing for the rest of your life?”

He remained silent, taking in your words. Could he live with that? He wasn’t so sure- he didn’t even know how May was dealing right now. Her tattoo was now a puffy scar on her wrist. Ben’s name was forever scarred on her wrist- a constant reminder of his absence. He already knew what it felt like to be alone- surely now that would feel so-

“I thought so. Look- I know who you are now and- well- I’ll scream if I need to find you just- fuck please- please for the love of everything, be more careful. You’re killing me dude.”, you said, grabbing your bag and pushing past him.

He stood there, shocked into silence. He’d just met you- he’d gotten his first look at who should be in his life for the rest of his days. He’d seen you- and now he had to lose you? What bullshit- hey wait..

A piece of paper fell out your bag. It lay on the ground at his feet- it was graded homework.

[Y/n] [L/n] was scrawled in the top right corner along with the date and class period- you went to his school? You two even shared the class this homework was for! This whole time..

This entire time- you sat right in front of him, and he never even knew?!

Part 3

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spider-bih · 7 years

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Ugh P.3 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Probs more angst etc

A/N: I hit 100 followers today! So here’s part three! Decided to release this early to celebrate!!

Part 1, Part 2, Masterlist

All this time he’d spent feeling like he was gonna live his life alone- all his life spent wondering why the world didn’t give him a soulmate- and she’d been right here this whole time? You’d sat right in front of him for months now- how had he never noticed, how had he never known? True, he’d never seen you face to face- and he’s never had to interact with you but- really? You? Shouldn’t he have known- shouldn’t he have felt some instant immense love for you- or did that only happen when you two locked eyes? Would it happen?

He had no way of knowing. He met you as Spider-Man, not Peter Parker- but would you even like him as Peter Parker? Would you even like him at all? Peter couldn’t answer all the questions flying in his head and he wished he could. He’d dreamed of having a soulmate for so long- yearned to know that there was someone out there in this world that was made for him. Someone who would love him for all that he was and all that he would be- so why was this happening? Why was his own soulmate running from him- why couldn’t he approach you? You were right there- right in front of him every other day. Block 6 for AP English III- and he stared at the back of your head every single class period.

He stole glances at you in the halls- watched you at your locker. Sometimes he even trailed you on your walk home- but only to be sure you were safe. Or to be sure he was close if you screamed for him-

He didn’t mean to come off as creepy. He just- he was so confused! He understood what could happen if you two were together- he fully knew the dangers but.. surely the world knew too? It had to didn’t it? It had to know how his life would turn out- had to know just what kind of soulmate he would need. Soulmates were made for each other- everyone knew that. There was no one in the world that would love you like your soulmate- no one that could give you the life your soulmate could. That’s why people without were either sad or forever angry. Some even numbed themselves to the point of not caring.

Surely this could work out? This was obviously how this was supposed to be. He was made for you, and you for him.

So why couldn’t he just approach you?

Your mind was still spinning. It all made sense now- all the pain you’d felt for the longest time but- gosh it was still insane. Your soulmate was a super-hero. A guy with super strength and the ability to stick to anything- a guy who was made just for you. Why though? Why had the world decided you needed a super-hero, and why had it decided a super-hero needed you? You were normal- you went to classes, after school activities and went straight home. Sometimes you hung out with friends- sometimes you went out to your favorite café. You’ve only been to a handful of parties, all of which were rather small and not too memorable. You weren’t crazy strong or amazingly smart. You certainly had no powers- so why?

That was what you wanted to know. The why. You thought heroes were only paired up with other heroes- or at the least people with the strength and drive to be able to handle the life they led. You weren’t sure if you had that. You’d felt his pain- felt what he went through almost every day and now you knew why. Could you really handle knowing he was out throwing himself at danger? Would you ever be strong enough to?

Would you forgive the world if he died saving it?

You sighed to yourself, wanting to say yes, but you knew it was a lie. No one would ever forgive the world if their soulmate died saving it. The world could burn for all they cared- just spare their one true love and all their loved ones. That was the scary part of it all, you could lose him at any given moment. You couldn’t live a normal life with him. You couldn’t get some big house outside the city and live life quietly-

You paused slightly, feeling like you were being followed home again. This had been happening for a few weeks now- ever since you’d met your soulmate and ran from him. Though this definitely couldn’t be him. This was some regular boy. A boy you knew as Peter, though only because your English teacher called him out on staring at you last week. You had been trying to ignore his stares- but him following you home was starting to bother you. What in the hell was he following you for? Why couldn’t he be more damn subtle about it?

Ugh.

You whirled around quickly, shocking yourself at how fast you moved, “Dude, what the fuck is your issue? Why are you following me?!”, you hissed, eyes glaring into his dark brown ones.

He just stared, seemingly shocked that he’d been caught- and even more shocked that you spoke to him.

“Well?!”, you nearly yelled when you got no response, throwing your hands up. You were so frustrated you didn’t feel it- the pull. Everyone had a tie to their soulmate- but regardless of if they knew it was them or not, they always felt a pull towards them when they were around them. It was subtle when you didn’t know- but when you did? Oh it was powerful. Especially if it was only being felt by one half of the pair.

He could tell you weren’t feeling it- and it bothered him. Why didn’t you feel it? Why didn’t you know? Couldn’t you see the look in his eyes? Couldn’t you feel the little trickle of familiarity in the back of your mind? Something- anything?

“Hello? You gonna answer or are you gonna continue to be a fucking creep?! I don’t have all damn day!”

He clenched his jaw, practically screaming in his mind, ‘Recognize me! See me!’ Fuck- why was this so difficult? He knew that by telling you who he was, he’d be revealing his identity but- you were supposed to know! You were supposed to be with him- supposed to love him and he was supposed to love you!

‘See me- recognize me! I’m yours!’

“Answer me-!”

Scrunching his face up, he lifted his foot off of the concrete, raising it high before slamming it back down onto his other foot hard. It hurt- oh it hurt like hell. With his strength- surely he broke a toe or two, but they would heal. He would be fine because..because you saw.

You saw him.

You finally saw him- and at that, you screamed. He wasn’t sure if it was pain or anger, but he knew he would find out in a few moments.

Spider-Man was your soulmate- and normal and somewhat geeky Peter Parker was Spider-Man..

Holy shit-

Part 4

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Ugh P.4 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, probs more angst, mentions of pain etc

Part 3, Masterlist

The scream that escaped from your lips had to have been loud- it caught the attention of damn near everyone walking the streets around you. Your foot was practically screaming at you, throbbing awfully inside of your shoe. Had he really just done that? Oh god- he was your soulmate? He was Spider-Man?! This was just- how the hell?! Peter was just a normal guy- at least he seemed like it. He wasn’t popular but he was insanely smart. You didn’t really know him but- oh fuck. You could feel it now.

The pull.

You felt everything you were supposed to feel when you first met him. This was the proper meeting- the face to face meeting. You could see him now- could see these soft brown eyes meant only for you, pooling with some emotion you couldn’t quite read yet. You could see his soft looking brown curls- his pink lips and slightly freckled skin. It was over now- running and hiding wouldn’t be so easy anymore. You knew who he was now and you both went to the same school. You wouldn’t be able to ignore the pull, no one could. You’d heard how it was described, some sort of internal yearning for your soulmate when they were around but not close enough. It was undeniable- unforgettable even, and now you felt it. This wasn’t fair- why did he have to do this?

With another yell, you moved your throbbing foot back and swung it forward, kicking the wall nearest to you, causing him to hiss across from you.

“Ow! What the hell- my foot already hurts!”

“Good! Let it hurt! Jesus christ that was so unnecessary! I told you my pain tolerance isn’t like yours!”, you shouted at him, gaining looks from people around you.

“What else was I supposed to do-”

“Oh I don’t know- maybe try talking!? Maybe say, Hey! I’m your soulmate, I’m Sp-!”

“Shh!”, he cut you off, “Not out loud!”

“How did you even find me- did you stalk me home?! That’s so-”

“No! No I didn’t! A paper fell out of your bag and- I recognized your name! You sit in front of me in our English class! I-I just- I couldn’t stay away!”, he rushed out, panicked.

“Well- maybe you should have.”, you hadn’t meant to sound so harsh- you were just frustrated. Your soulmate was Peter Parker, a super-hero who also doubled as a regular teenage boy. Still- he wasn’t normal enough- you didn’t feel strong enough. Not for this life the world expected for you.

“What? You can’t honestly mean that- we’re soulmates! We were literally made for each other-”

“I wasn’t meant for this life! Don’t you get that Peter?”

His breath caught in his throat- from your words and the way his name sounded coming from your lips. It was the first time he’d heard it from you and it sounded lovely. More more more- he wanted more- but you wouldn’t give him more would you?, “Yes you were! Why else would the world put us together?!”

“I don’t know! Maybe it made a mistake! You said you know of people who have no soulmates- so who says the world can’t make a mistake or two?!”, you didn’t even know what you were saying really. Was it possible for the world to mistakenly put the wrong people together? Was this a mistake?

He laughed, it sounded bitter and it made your chest ache. You hurt him. “A mistake?”, he laughed again, this one was shaky, “I can’t- god. All this dreaming- this wanting and.. you think that this- that we’re.. a mistake?”

“I-I’m not saying that just- I don’t think I’m strong enough for this- for you. Don’t you get that? I am as normal as normal gets and you? You just- you’re.. you’re him. You have these amazing abilities and- god so many people- bad people, want you dead. If-If I’m with you, they’ll want me dead too. If anyone ever found out- and trust me people have their ways, they’d use me to hurt you. I already feel your pain- emotional or otherwise. I just- can you live a life like that? Can you-”

“If I have someone who loves me, someone to fight for and come home to? Yes. You looked shocked when you saw me, when you recognized me. Do you really think people will find me out that easy?”, he asked.

“I don’t know. I just- I know if the world needs saving, you’ll go save it, even if it costs you your life. I’m not strong enough for that. I never will be. I don’t want to get to know you- to fall for you and all you are, if you’re just going to end up leaving me like that. I just can’t.”

“And what if that never happens? What if we let our whole lives pass us by, in fear of something that might never happen?”

You huffed, “But what if it does? Huh? I’ll have all these memories- all these things and- not you. The world would be well and good- but I’ll hate it. I’ll be so angry- not me. I can’t, Peter. This- it’s a mistake. I’m not for you. I’m just not.”

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do! I’m not for you! We’re just not right!”, you were being selfish and you knew it- you could feel it- but god you weren’t ready for this. You’d seen him- you knew you’d love him. Some part of you, deep down inside, already did. You could feel it- but you weren’t ready. You weren’t sure if you ever would be. This was crazy- how was he yours? How?

“You are! You’re for me and I’m for you! Why won’t you just let it happen?! What’s so wrong with me?!”, he was hurt, you could hear it in the way his voice cracked. You were denying him- calling this a mistake. He knew it wasn’t a mistake- he felt that it wasn’t. You both were tied for a reason- there was no way it was a mistake.

“I’m not-”

“You are! You think I don’t have the same fears?! You think I don’t already fear that with the friends and family I have?! My Aunt lost her soulmate! He wasn’t him, but he died anyway! It’s not fair- life isn’t fair and it never has been to me! I grow up thinking I have no soulmate- then I finally meet her and she doesn’t even want me! You don’t want me- regardless of if you’re scared or not, you don’t want me! Admit it!”

Another sudden confession, this one shocking you into silence again. You could feel his hurt. It was an ache in your chest and it made you feel worse. Did you want him? Of course. But did you tell him?

“Just say it. Say it and I’ll go.”

You stayed silent. Could you say it?

“Say it!”

Part 5

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Ari’s Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Angst Masterlist

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

Rainy Kisses- Peter x my OC [can be read as reader insert because I don’t go into detail about her looks or name]

Not Your Fault- Peter x Female!Reader [Angsty fluff]

Feelings- Peter x Female!Reader [Angsty fluff]

Haunted House- Peter x Female!Reader [Ask Prompt]

Candyman- Peter x Female!Reader [Fluff]

His Love- Peter x Female!Reader [Angsty, Trigger Warning, Not romanticizing depression or suicidal thoughts in anyway]

Butterfly Kisses- Peter x Mechanic!Latina!Reader [Fluffy] [Ask prompt] ~~Follow up~~

All I Want- College!Peter x College!Female!Reader [Fluff] [3rd Person]

Clingy- Peter x Female!Reader [Fluff] [Ask prompt]

V-Day Mishaps- Peter x Female!Reader [Fluff] [Nonsense]

Wait- Peter x Female!Reader [A surprise 💕]

Headcannons:

Taking Care Of You [While You’re On Your Period]- Peter x Female!Reader [Fluffy] [Probably shitty idek]

Collabs:

Too Little, Too Late- [angst] [written with @hollandroos 💕]

More soon-

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield):

????

Thor Odinson:

King of Burgers- Thor x Female!Reader [Nonsense] [Fluff]

Follower Celebration Prompts [[700]]

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Possibility Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Body Shame, Hurtful Words, Bullies, Cursing etc

The Beginning [P.1]- “That’s how it all began. Your doom- your kryptonite- it all came about because of a nervous apology and an equally nervous greeting.”

The Ned Talk [P.2]- ”Ned knew your well kept secret. He’d noticed the way you looked at Peter and the subtle ways you’d tried gaining his attention.”

The Change [P.3]- “It hurt more the more you thought of it. He really was pushing you aside. It really was the beginning of the end.”

In Between Worlds [P.4]- “The world you’d grown used to- the world with just you, Peter, Ned and sometimes Michelle was starting to change, no matter how much you tried to stop it. Peter was gravitating away and into another world, one without you.”

The Deal [P.5}- “Peter Parker wanted to go to Homecoming with you-”

Him [P.6]- “He knew people hurt you- He just never knew he’d end up being one of those people. He never wanted to be..”

Realizations [P.7]- “He could see it now- everything made sense now..”

Apologies [P.8]- “You were incredibly good at masking things, and he hated that he couldn’t read you better. He hated that he didn’t try harder to be able to read you better.”

Returning Visitor [P.9]- “Had he read you wrong? Did you really not like him the way he wanted you to- was he right this whole time?”

Believe [P.10]- “I like you.”

Silence [P.11] - “He said the one thing you’d been dying to hear him say. The one thing you never thought he would- so why did you feel like this? Why couldn’t you just believe him?”

??? END - “???”

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could you do a mini head cannon blurb whatever they’re called thing of peter taking care you while on your period?? i’m on mine and i need a peter rn

This is super late! Hope you’re not still on yours D: (I’m on mine and I’d kill for a Peter smh) (Also, putting in some of my own personal ways, if this doesn’t apply to you, you can ignore it :P)

First time making one of these, bear with me >.

Peter Taking Care of You [While You’re On Your Period] HC

Pairing: Peter x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Period pains etc

I know people HC that he’d keep track of it for you, but lets be honest, that boy can’t even keep track of his own damn bookbags. Hows he gonna be able to track your monthly???

His only way of knowing is your change in attitude and how uncomfortable you seem.

That and the faces you make to yourself sometimes (bc ew a literal blood waterfall just gushed out of you bc you coughed)

You don’t mean to be, but you’re very grumpy. The tiniest things irk you (and who can blame you? It feels like someone kicked you in between your legs!)

There was one time you cried about food (I’ve done it ok shut up-)

It wasn’t your best moment- but it happened.

Lucky for you, Peter was your Knight in Shining Armor™ and bought you what you’d been craving.

Peter’s always your own personal hero. You’re so grateful for him.

He’s always so nice and considerate.

He’ll buy you your favorite candy.

Get you that one savory or salty meal you’d been wanting (I’d constantly give him money for nuggets and fries or some Taco Bell tbh)

He’ll gladly give you all the cuddles.

Sweet smooches for his sweet babe (who doesn’t deserve the pain mother nature gives her)

He somehow manages to remind you to take pain pills.

It’s totally not because you become a huge rage machine when you’re being stabbed from the inside out.

Absolutely not (yes tf it is)

Sometimes he’s really busy and might not make it to see you.

When that happens, he leaves your favorite candy by your windowsill. (If it’s wintertime your candy is usually frozen)

If he can’t see you during the day, he makes sure to drop by after going out as Spider-Man.

Spider-Man is a very good delivery boy btw. Very quick and efficient.

Movie marathons are totally a thing.

All in all, Peter’s just a sweetheart to you. He always is, but it increases tenfold when you’re in pain and feeling bleh.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling like this, babe.” is like his catchphrase for the week.

Followed by forehead kisses. Cheek kisses- and especially kisses on the lips.

Can I get a Peter? Damn..

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Trust Issues [On-going as of 2-05-18]

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x College!Female!Reader [Both in their 20′s]

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, etc

Summary: First part was a little fic based off this song. Peter Parker was just a guy you had in some of your classes. He was incredibly smart and often quiet, which was why you didn’t notice him much. At least not until you’re paired with him for a project in one of your classes. Slowly but surely you begin to notice him and all his quirks. He’s handsome and wonderful and- broken. He’d been hurt long before you met him- had his trust and heart shattered right in front of his face- but he’d never tell you. Peter harbors many secrets- and it seems like his best kept ones are his feelings for you.

He’s going to push you away before you can hurt him- question is, can you stop him before he does?

I Fall Apart- “Months and months and still, he wasn’t okay. He was still on his knees, begging the world for mercy. It was pathetic- he told himself that over and over again, but it didn’t fix anything.”

Coffee & A Beanie- “Snow. It was winter now- meaning she’d been gone from his life for over a year. Yet somehow, he still couldn’t forget..”

Concrete- “She still haunted him. Her memory was still fresh and painful- he loved her. He loved her with every fiber of his being.”

Takeout Talks- “He invited you to his apartment.”

Morning Mistakes- “Depending on what he chose, he’d either end up bringing you closer, or destroying what could be.”

Silence- “...”

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Possibility P.7 [Peter Parker] [Realizations]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Body Shame, Hurtful Words, Bullies, Cursing etc

A/N: This is in Peter’s P.O.V. It’s angsty. Also it is like 12 am rn and I’m a lil sleepy- so if this is shitty I’m so sorry. I’m lame tho so it’s chill lol

Part 6, Masterlist, Part 8

Peter left your apartment with a heavy heart. He finally understood everything now- he saw you. Just about everyone knew he’d always harbored a crush on you. He had since some months after he met you. How could he not? You were wonderful. Absolutely breathtaking in every way- and he yearned for nothing more than to be with you. He’d dreamed of holding your hand under the lab tables and pressing sweet kisses to your lips. He knew nothing of kissing, but he imagined your lips to be wonderfully soft. He just wanted you- exactly as you were.

For the longest time though, he thought you didn’t want him that way.

He now saw that he was wrong. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him or didn’t like him. It was that you didn’t think he wanted you because of your body. You didn’t want yourself because of your body- you didn’t love yourself. He could see it now- everything made sense now. The way you’d softly say thank you to any compliments, but then grow quiet afterwards. How you’d laugh bitterly sometimes at backhanded compliments from strangers or from Flash. He now knew why you liked your hoodies especially baggy and your jeans long and just one size too big.

You were uncomfortable in your own skin- and that fact made his chest ache.

People had gotten under your skin with their mean words and cruel laughter- long before he met you. The backhanded compliments and teasing was all you’d ever known. Boys never showed you anything other than teasing or pitiful friendliness. So of course all his hints went unnoticed. You thought he was just being nice when he told you you looked beautiful. You thought he was just being a friend-

You thought he was different.

Oh god- it all hit him like a train now. He had a shot with you- he could’ve taken you to Homecoming. He could’ve seen you in that beautiful dress with your hair up and ugh- he blew it all- but wait. No matter what he did- he’d have fucked up somewhere. If he had went with you, he’d have never met Liz’s Dad. He would’ve never known who The Vulture was or that he was after Mr.Stark’s plane full of his tech. Or maybe he would have- but then he would’ve had to ditch you. There was no winning in this situation and he hated that. He hated knowing he hurt you while he was pining after another girl. That all this time he could’ve just been with you. You.

Tonight was so incredibly fucked. He looked and felt like an ass for ditching his Homecoming date not even minutes after arriving. He got his ass handed to him- twice. Yes, he saved Mr.Stark’s tech- but not you. The image of you with your smeared make-up, messy hair and sad eyes was forever burned into the back of his eyelids. The hurt in your voice bounced around his head.

“Girls like me just.. we aren’t like.. wanted?”, you had said to him. “That’s what happened to me. I was a back-up plan.”, that sentence- that one right there shot through his chest. He never, ever, meant to make you feel that way. You weren’t a back-up to him. You weren’t unwanted or unattractive- you were quite the opposite. He wanted you- wanted to be with you and to be yours.

“Idiot..”, he murmured to himself as he snuck into his room. He was bloody, bruised and covered in sand. He ached- both emotionally and physically.

“By different, I meant that I thought that...maybe he actually liked me.”, that one sentence bounced around his head more than the others. Your voice sounded so sad- so hurt. He did like you- he never stopped! His feelings for you never dissipated- he just allowed himself to give up. He read you so wrong- he didn’t try hard enough. He let his own fear of rejection consume him and his every thought. He didn’t want to lose you as a friend- but he’d already done some damage hadn’t he? He knew he hurt you with how often he would bail- that you felt like shit for those few weeks that he didn’t speak to you. He had felt like shit too- just by looking at you.

So what now? How does he fix this one?

It’s not like he can just go up to you and say, “Hey! I’m Spider-Man! You were talking to me that night and I know you like me- but wait, it’s okay! I like you too!” Surely you’d be pissed at him for being as nosey as he had been that night- for basically lying. Plus, he couldn’t just up and tell you who he was. You knowing could put you at risk, and he knew you would worry like mad. So what was he supposed to do? You thought he was with Liz- but that wasn’t true. After tonight he was sure Liz wanted nothing to do with him and he didn’t blame her. What he did was shitty- but he couldn’t tell her why. He couldn’t even tell you why he was as flaky as he was, and oh he wanted to. He really did. He wanted to spill everything- to come clean, but he couldn’t. You wouldn’t catch his hints- hell you might not even listen to him. Why would you? He’s bailed like mad- acted shady and flaky, and then he completely ditched you just before Homecoming. He thought he was doing things right. He thought that by shoving his feelings for you away, he was saving the friendship you two shared.

He was wrong, and it took some help from his alter-ego to see that.

Now he wondered what else his alter-ego might be able to help with..

Possibility Tags: @onelovewonderwoman, @ashleighrebekah, @leilei-draws, @sarcasticvodka, @andreuskystuff, @pammy17, @bruisesnscrapes, @bit-bot0711

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Possibility P.6 [Peter Parker] [Him]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Body Shame, Hurtful Words, Bullies, Cursing etc

A/N: Happy Halloween, babes! Sorry this took so long! Hope your day is great and that you all get loads of candy. Love you much!

Part 5, Part 7, Start from the beginning, Masterlist

In books, the girl was always loved in the end. Loved, liked or wanted. She’d get some kind of magical transformation and she’d be noticed at last. Or at the very least, she learned to love herself. You felt like those kinds of endings were the best. Yes- it must feel wonderful to have your feelings be reciprocated- but god- what might it be like to love yourself? What could it feel like to look in the mirror and not want to break it? To look down and not want to rip the fat off your damned body. For once in your life you wanted to love who you were- to love your body and all it’s curves and edges. Didn’t you deserve that?

Didn’t everyone?

Apparently not. The moment your mother left, you practically tore that dress off your body. In the process you smeared your make-up and messed up your hair. You threw the dress into your closet, wanting it as from from you as you could manage. You wanted it gone- you wanted it off. This wasn’t fair- life was so cruel to you. It gave you something- something to make you happy, and then it took you away. You had liked your dress when you first tried it on. You liked how it hugged your curves in the right places- it made you feel beautiful for once, but now? You hated it. It didn’t look right- it didn’t feel right.

You didn’t feel right.

You were so happy- so ecstatic and bubbly- and now you were crashing. Why had you let this happen? You knew- you knew it from the fucking start how this would go- how it would end. So why- fucking why, had you let this go on? Why did you hang on to false hope?

You weren’t sure. It didn’t make sense- none of it did. You had always known what the outcome would be and yet somehow, Peter managed to make you hope for a little while.

And then it broke.

“God fucking dammit!”, you hissed, kicking the wall of your apartment building.

Somehow, you thought it’d be a good idea to make some hot cocoa for yourself. Something warm and smooth- something to soothe the ache inside. Something that wouldn’t be too heavy or too much. However, you were out of milk- and you weren’t about to make it with water. You thought about just leaving it be and going to bed with nothing- but you really wanted some hot cocoa and the nearest bodega wasn’t that far. So, you pulled on a hoodie and some sweats, not bothering with the smeared make-up on your face as you grabbed your wallet and left.

Now here you were, gallon of milk in hand, locked out of your own apartment. You’d left your keys on the kitchen counter and locked only the bottom lock as you left. Wonderful right? Now you’d have to stand here, looking like a mess, until your Mom came back- or until you found a way to pull down the ladder from the fire escape. Your window was unlocked, and if you could just find a way up there, you’d be free. For now though, you couldn’t reach the ladder. You didn’t want to wait in the hallway because your neighbor was nosey as hell and would surely see you- so you stood out here, wondering why everything seemed to go wrong the very moment Peter said those words.

Why had you even let yourself go along with this deal? Really? A back-up plan- honestly what the fuck. You should’ve known it would end up like this- with messy make-up and a dead tired soul standing alone in the cold. With a sigh, you pulled your hood up, sinking into it when ever anyone wandered by, holding your gallon of milk to you, prepared to use it as a weapon in case of anything. A gallon of milk would hurt if you swung it hard enough right? You could cut someone with plastic couldn’t you? You hoped so- maybe waiting inside wouldn’t be so bad- or maybe you could find something to help you pull that ladder down.. ugh but how?

You were so consumed in your own thoughts, you didn’t see the figure limping your way. They could’ve walked right by you, and you wouldn’t have noticed- but this person didn’t. They mumbled your name under their breath questioningly- but you couldn’t hear it. All you heard was the little sound of their voice, making you jump back before realizing this person was harmless- or at least he should be.

“Uhm? Spider-Man?”, you asked, eyeing his new look. It looked homemade- had something happened to his other suit?

“[Y- Uh- ma’am? Are you uh- okay?”, he asked. He was limping- but he was asking if you were okay?

“Are you? You’re the one that’s limping.”

“You’re standing in the cold with a gallon of milk and smeared make-up.”, he replied, voice muffled by his mask.

You shrugged, “I’ve seen better days- but it doesn’t matter.”

“Shouldn’t you be at Homecoming?”, he blurted out, “Uh- I mean.. you uh- you look like you were meant to be somewhere and uhm- I just swung by what looked like a Homecoming so.. I swung by a few actually- and you look like a High School student- so I just.. I assumed.. maybe?”

You tilted your head slightly at him. Who knew this hero was so talkative? “Uh- no. No I shouldn’t.”, you replied. You hadn’t meant to sound so..cryptic- was that the word? Maybe.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be out saving people?”, you asked, not wanting to answer his question. Would anyone want to tell some stranger they were alone on Homecoming night because the person that had asked them, only asked them as a back-up? No.

“Well- yeah- I just did.”, he rubbed the back of his clothed neck, “You just look upset-”

“But I’m safe. I don’t need saving and I never have. I just need something to pull that ladder down so I can get into my room.”, you pointed to it.

He shifted to look at it, “Oh. Why though- you sneaking out-”

“I locked myself out, Mr.Nosey. Can you help? Or are you gonna continue to try to pry shit out of me?”, you hadn’t meant to be so harsh- but you were frustrated. You just wanted to be inside with your hot cocoa and warm bed.

“Alright alright, sorry. No need to get mad, I don’t mean to pry. Just wondering why a pretty girl like you is so upset.”, he raised his hands.

The laugh that left you was loud and bitter, “Pretty girl? God- don’t even dude. Just please help me or go. I don’t need anyones pity.”

“Pity? What are you-”

“Yes. Pity. There’s no way I look pretty in these damn sweats with this smeared make-up and messy hair. If you think your fake compliments are gonna suddenly cheer me up, you’re mistaken. Maybe it works on other girls, which is wonderful, but it won’t on me. I just want to get inside, so can you help or not?”

He just stared at you.

“Dude- please? I just need that ladder and you will never see me again. I’m sorry for being so harsh but I’m really fucking tired and frustrated. If you help me, I’ll answer one of your questions- just please.”

That seemed to snap him out of it, “Right, sorry.” He moved, limping to stand under the ladder. With a low hiss and grunt, he made himself jump up and grab the ladder, pulling it down with him with a loud screech. It was a high jump- and you weren’t sure how he managed it while being so injured- at least he looked injured. On the outside he was just covered in sand and some signs of a struggle. Who knows what he had been doing.

“Thanks.”, you said, starting to climb up it. You paused, turning to look at him, “I’m not at Homecoming because girls like me just don’t get asked. So there. I answered a question. This is goodbye- unless..”

“Unless?”, he asked when you didn’t finish.

“Unless you need some help? You look injured and- I can’t just go and not have my conscience scream at me for not asking you if you needed help patching up.”

He didn’t really need any help- but he wanted your company- wanted to make you feel better, “Y-Yeah- help uhm.. help would be nice.”

“Okay, c’mon then. Hope bugs like hot cocoa.”

“Very funny.”, he replied, though beneath the mask he was smiling.

He hissed as you dabbed at some cuts with a cold wet rag. This was not how you imagined your night would go- how could you? You were supposed to be alone- yet here you were, patching up Queens own hero in your bedroom. He was bruised up pretty badly- though it was hard to see. You had to keep the lights off because he didn’t want you to see him. You thought that keeping his mask on would be enough- but apparently not.

“Almost done, okay? Just.. distract yourself somehow.”

You could feel him nod, “What.. what did you mean.. when you said girls like you don’t get asked? To Homecoming?”

You sighed, “Had a feeling you might ask that.”

“It’d distract me.”

You sighed again, “Fine. It’s not like I know you personally so.. I guess I can answer.” You couldn’t tell, but he was biting his lip underneath the mask. He knew you- but you didn’t know that. He felt bad but.. it wasn’t like you were super open with him. He wanted to know why you were so upset and why your laugh sounded so hurt when he called you pretty.

You shrugged your shoulders, mulling over your words for a moment, “Girls like me just.. we aren’t like.. wanted? I guess. We’re uh- we’re big. We’ve got thunder thighs and jiggly arms and angry faces. Some have big stomachs or fat faces- just things that other people deem.. unattractive. So no one asks us to dances or on dates and things. Or we do get asked- but as friends or as a back-up plan of some sort. That’s what happened to me. I was a back-up plan.”

Peter felt his heart drop. He never meant to make you feel that way- “I’m sorry.”, he blurted before he could stop himself.

“What are you sorry for?”, you laughed lightly, “I’m used to it. I just- I dunno- I thought this guy was different but.. I guess I was just too hopeful. It’s cool. His dates very pretty, I‘m sure he’ll be happy with her. She’s small and nice, so they fit well.”

He frowned, looking at you through the lenses of his mask. He could see the hurt in your eyes when you spoke, “That was still shitty of him- different? What do you mean?”

“Wow- you ask a lot of questions.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, I don’t know you and you don’t know me, so I don’t care if you hear my sob story. By different, I meant that I thought that.. maybe he actually liked me. Maybe he actually wanted to go with me. I mean- he seemed kind of excited. We talked about matching and- I did my part but..”, you shrugged once more, “I was wrong. Wasted my time on some false hope- but that’s my own fault. I knew this would end up this way, but I had to try just a little.”

Peter felt like absolute shit. He hurt you- he let you go through all this trouble to get ready for Homecoming- and then he ditched you. He could see it now, could recall the hurt in your eyes when you walked away from him and the way your shoulders slumped. He fucked up and he didn’t mean to. He never meant to, “Well.. maybe he did? I mean- he probably did- and maybe he was just afraid you wouldn’t like him back. Maybe he pushed himself onto someone else because he was scared.”

That hurt laugh of yours rang out again, making his heart ache, “Dude- no way in hell. I’m not his type, trust me. I don’t compare to the girl he was after- we’re complete opposites. Thanks though, that was nice of you to say.”

“But I meant it-”

“All done. See? Told you it wouldn’t be that bad. Just be sure to cover them up- and maybe give yourself time to heal before doing anything drastic. Also- remember that you’re a super-hero that saves lives, not people’s mental states. Not everyone will be as nice as me when you pry like that.”, you zipped up his sweater and gave his clothed chest a soft reassuring tap.

“Right.. thanks.”

“Well, this is goodbye now.”

“Is it? What if you need saving?”, he asked.

Another laugh, though this one was softer- sadder, “Girls like me don’t get saved. We have to save ourselves.”

Those two sentences broke his heart in two. How could you say that- how could you think that? How were you able to hide such hurt so easily? If he hadn’t seen you tonight- he’d never know how you felt or what he’d done wrong. He wouldn’t even know he’d done anything wrong. He knew you’d been hurt before- he saw the signs in the way you cringed at certain words or made yourself smaller whenever Flash came by to taunt both him and you. He saw how your eyes would get watery with anger whenever Flash or anyone else poked at your weight or size. He knew people hurt you- He just never knew he’d end up being one of those people.

He never wanted to be..

“Bye, Spider-Man. Stay safe.”, you said as he crawled out the window. You closed it behind him and shut your curtains. Not too long after, your light came on and music started to blare from inside. He tried to ignore the fact that he swore he could hear you crying.

Why couldn’t you let him help you- why couldn’t he have been better at picking up hints or signs?

Why didn’t he listen to Ned?

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spider-bih · 7 years

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Candyman [Peter Parker]

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Female!College!Reader [some female pronouns used but not many]

Warnings: None? Fluff- maybe some sexual innuendos but nothing explicit. [Reader and Peter are both over 18]

A/N: Still working on Part 4 to both Ugh and Possibility! Just felt like putting this out here bc its a cute idea. Plus let’s face it, Peter is absolutely a candyman c;

❝Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ.❞

College was absolutely stressful no matter how smart you may or may not be. It was somewhat better than High School in that you could show up to class in your PJ’s and no one would bat an eye. Or that you could skip certain classes and not fail. Though other classes? You could close your eyes a second too long and suddenly your wonderful 97% went down to a terrifying 33%. Also- you had to pay for college. Crazy right? You were paying money to a place that caused you infinite amounts of stress- just so that one day you could make money from a job that, hopefully, didn’t cause you even more stress.

In order to pay for college though, you had to go up to your eyeballs in debt- and for all that debt, not everything was covered. You still needed food and clothes- you know, basic necessities required to live? Yeah, your loans didn’t cover those, so guess what? You got a job. A job as a barista [how cliché]. It wasn’t too bad a job though- save for when there was a rush. Ugh- rushes were the worst- or customers who ordered every damn thing on the menu. Regardless, the pay was pretty okay, and sometimes customers tipped you nicely- plus, a cute boy loved to come in to flirt with you.

The cutest boy you’d had the pleasure of meeting actually- only you didn’t meet him through this job. You see, you and this cute boy were High School Sweethearts. Dating since Junior Year and still are in your Junior Year of College. His name was Peter Parker, and you loved him to pieces. At the start of your relationship, he was adorably shy and awkward. It was so endearing and sweet you fell for him even more. His stutter was cute and the way he toyed with his lip when he asked you out on your first date had you swooning. He often still did it now- but not here in this café. Something about this place made him a different person. Sure, maybe it was just him finally starting to grow confidence with you, which was wonderfully welcomed- but really? It was as if this place gave him a surge of confidence.

He worked for the Daily Bugle, selling shots of his alter-ego known as Spider-Man to a grumpy old man with salt and pepper hair. Why he did so was something you were unsure of. You had known Peter was Queens hero some months after you two began dating, and while you worried for him, you were proud of him too. Of course your sweet boy was a hero. Of course- but why would he let that crusty old man slander his name like that? Ugh-

Ding.

The bell at the front door went off, signaling a new customer. It was slow today, so this would be about the third customer you served. It was just you and one other person today, so the place was pretty quiet.

“Good Morning, welcome to Manhattan Mocha, what can I get for you today?”, you asked as you made your way to the register, fighting back a wide grin as your eyes met with a familiar chocolate brown.

“It’s definitely a good morning now. Could I get a caramel cappuccino? Extra sweet, like that cute little smile of yours?”, his voice was smooth, almost honey-like as he spoke to you.

You bit your lip, “Anything else, sir?”

He pretended to think for a minute, chocolate brown eyes twinkling with playful mischief, “A kiss, maybe? Think that’d wake me up more than the sweet caffeine.”

Man oh man- he was pretty cheesy, but it was so cute. “A kiss? Are you asking for the new Hershey’s Kiss doughnut we have on the menu? They’re here for a limited time only.”

A soft laugh left him, sending your heart a flutter, “No. It sounds pretty tempting but uhm, was kinda hoping for an actual kiss. You know, from you? A kiss from a pretty girl like you would absolutely make my morning.”

“Oh. Sorry, we only sell coffee and pastries here.”, you teased.

“Mhm. Right, makes sense. Wouldn’t want random guys popping in here trying to just take what’s not their’s right? Still though- can’t bend the rules a bit for me? I am one of your best regulars after all. I’ll gladly return the kiss if need be.”, his smile was bright and wide. This was a fun game for you both- one of your favorites in fact. It made your bad days instantly better and your boring ones full of amusement.

“That you are, but I’m still not on the menu.”

“You sure? Man- could’ve sworn eating something last night that came from here..”, his voice was but a husky whisper now, only allowing you to hear him. A smirk played on his lips, one which grew when he saw a slight pink creep to your cheeks.

“You just might be mistaken. Is that all though?”, you asked, trying to seem casual despite your burning cheeks.

“You’re right, I probably am. Shouldn’t be eating anything like that in public anyway, not appropriate, unfortunately.”, he feigned a sad sigh, “I guess that’ll be all. Unless you wanna rethink on that kiss?”

“Employees generally aren’t allowed to be seen eating or drinking on the job.”, you replied with your own playful grin, “If that’s all, your drinks on the house for today. It’ll be up in a minute.”

“It is? What’s the special occasion?”

“No special occasion. I just might have a thing for sweet talkin’ guys with cute brown eyes and adorable curls.”, you said, grinning softly as you took a cup and moved behind the counter to make his drink, “Meet you at the pick-up counter, sweetness.”

He let out that cute laugh of his that you loved- the one he often let out when you’d successfully flustered him. Even after all this time- even here, you could have him all pink and giggly.

You finished his drink rather quickly, sneakily scribbling onto his sleeve before moving to the pick-up counter to give him his drink.

He took it with an appreciative smile, eyes instantly falling to the sleeve of his drink. You always gave him a sweet little name or note on it, depending on how the little game went or how much time you had. Today his sleeve had a nice bright red lipstick stain with the word “Candyman’ written next to it neatly.

He raised a brown, “Candyman?”

You smiled and tapped your ear softly in response. Listen.

He did so, now hearing the song softly playing inside the café.

❝Hᴇ's ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ-ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ', sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏᴍᴀɴ.❞

It clicked instantly, and he couldn’t hold back his adorable little laugh. Flustered once more. It didn’t matter how confident he became or how cozy he got- something about you always sent him spiraling in the best way. It was a feeling he never wanted to go away- not even when you both were incredibly old. He hoped to grow old with you- to have that feeling you gave him stay with him forever even once he was married to you. The feeling was his favorite- even if it had him mumbling silly nonsense. You’d always said you loved it and so he eventually stopped feeling so embarrassed by it [though the feeling did creep up sometimes].

“Well, I’ll be on my way now, gotta go take these photos to-”

“You’re forgetting something.”, you said, cutting him off.

“Hm? Did I leave my wallet up there again-”

You laughed softly, “No. I believe you asked for some sugar earlier, didn’t you, Candyman?”

“Sugar- oh. Well yeah- but- you don’t have to..”, he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. An old nervous habit you loved.

“Whoever said I was being forced? You know your girls got a sweet tooth.”

He smiled now, “That I do..”, he hummed out, stepping closer to the counter as you leaned forward. His lips met yours, warmth instantly filling up your lower stomach. His lips had always had such an effect on you, their soft touch always had you forgetting everything for a moment or two, maybe longer. They also had maybe perhaps earned you detention once or twice- for the both of you- but that was only because his cuteness had your brain screaming for you to kiss him- even if you had been in class.

❝Hᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪᴘs ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴀɴᴇ. Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʙᴏʏs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ. Hᴇ's ᴀ ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ sʜᴏᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙɪɢ ᴜʜ- Hᴇ's ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ-ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ', sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏᴍᴀɴ.❞

He pulled away only because he had too, offering a teasing grin at the lyrics that had just played through the café.

“So uh.. see you tonight?”, he asked.

“Mhm hmm. Come hungry.”

His cheeks instantly turned red, but he didn’t falter when he said, “Don’t I always?”

❝Hᴇ’s ᴀ ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ, ɢᴏᴛᴄʜᴀ ʜᴏᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ’ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs ᴅʀᴏᴘ. Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ, sᴜɢᴀʀ, ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ᴍᴀɴ.❞

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spider-bih · 6 years

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Hello my beautiful cangrejito, I’m so proud of you ❤️ I love your writing so much 💕 and of course I love you my cangrejito 🥐 can I have a sort of continuation to the butterfly kisses thing with the prompt “how come you know the words to every single song on the radio?” Ilysm ari ✨

Hello hello, bby! here. Ily2!!

Pairing: Peter x Mechanic!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, maybe cursing idk. Ya gurls got a potty mouth.

A/N: I still don’t know shit about cars and I still don’t speak much Spanish asdfghj sorry.

You’d finished your biggest feat yet- restoring an old beat up car. Months and months of greasy palms, frustrated yelling and scouring every junkyard you could- and you’d finally done it.You’d turned this old hunk of junk, into a smooth running car, and you couldn’t be happier- at least that’s what you’d first thought. When you took it for a little joy ride to Peter’s apartment- he made your happiness grow tenfold. The look of awe on his face was incredibly sweet. He’d remembered what it had first looked like when you got it from a fellow mechanic friend. He remembered how many hours you spent in their shop, how many times he had to force you to take a break so you wouldn’t burn yourself out.

He was so incredibly proud and in complete awe of you. The skill you had was amazing. Your determination was unmatched and- god, he just adored you.

He especially adored how you’d thought of him first. Of all the people you could have chosen to take a first joy ride in your restored car, you chose him. He loved that infinitely. Loved that he was that important to you.

“You can control the radio while I drive.”, you told him.

Old as the car was, you made sure it had a nice sound system. For all the work you put into it, you were damn well gonna blast whatever music you so chose, and you’d be damned if you used cheap old speakers to do so. Plus- you probably would’ve exploded if you blew out your speakers within the first day of having this sucker up and running.

Peter was more than happy to have control of the music- hell, he was more than happy to sit in the passengers seat and watch you drive. As long as he was with you, he didn’t care what he was doing.

As you started up the car, he started going through the stations, not looking for anything in particular. Anything to fill up the silence- anything that might have you singing sweetly or bobbing your head- which surprisingly, you did no matter what station he turned to. Spanish station?

“Y se formó la gozadera, Miami me lo confirmo. Ay el arroz con habichuela, Puerto Rico me lo regaló.**”, you sang along, still humming the song when it was over.

English Pop?

“Everything I do, I do it with a passion. If I gotta be a bitch, I’mma be a bad one.”

Alternative?

“Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who dares to dream..”

Rap?

“Don’t Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest. Still not understanding this logic..”

After a few more songs, Peter stopped messing with the radio. He let out a soft and sweet little laugh, looking at you with warm eyes, “How come you know the words to every single song on the radio?”

You smiled softly, glancing at him as you stopped at a red light, “Babe. I’ve been in and out of that shop for months, working on this car. I needed something to listen to other than the noises of my tools. The radio was my only option- not that I’m complaining, you know I love music.”

“That I do.”, he replies, still smiling, “But seriously? Every song that’s come on, you know the words to. Every station, english or spanish.”

“Is it a problem?”

“No, but it’s giving me a challenge.”

“A challenge?”, you ask, driving as the light turned green.

“Bet I can find a song you don’t know.”, he taunted.

You smirked, “Try me.”

Long story short, he couldn’t find a single song you didn’t know- at least not this time. However, he promised one day he would- and from that, it would grow into a game you both loved to play- but that’s a story for another time. For now, you enjoyed the music playing through the speakers of one of your big accomplishments. You savored this moment- this little bit of paradise in this empty parking lot you’d pulled into. Your boyfriends lips pressed softly against yours, filling you up with sweet butterflies and overall happiness. Soft sweet and warm- just as Peter had always been.

**”And the happiness was formed, Miami confirmed it to me. And the rice with beans, Puerto Rico gave it to me.”

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