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❀ - fluff
⚜ - angst
❣ - smut
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🕸️ PETER PARKER 🕸️
everything having to do with your friendly neighborhood webslinger
♡ series ♡
are you kidding me? 2 3 4 5 - ★ ❀ ⚜
during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you)
are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 5
are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 5
pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader
summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you)
word count: 1.7k
requested?: yes!
warnings: major angst, the smallest amt of fluff bc i’m evil, just very teenage hormonal angst, severe lack of proofreading
a/n: here for my annual update to this series T-T! hopefully i can wrap this up in a couple more chapters and move on to other projects...my requests are open!
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]
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peter eventually gave the space that she wanted. but it wasn’t without hesitation that he allowed himself to quiet down his thoughts - or so he thought. still well within her wishes, y/n continued to hear his thoughts, even feeling remorse about some of the things that went through his head. she was especially attuned to whenever she crossed his mind. she could feel him pause whatever he was doing to think about her. she found that, more often than not, peter would see reminders all about the city that would ping a particular memory about her. though it should not have come as a shock, peter seemed to be the only person who knew her fears, likes and dislikes - just about everything that pertained to her.
she could feel his struggle to let her go. sensing the longing looks he would send her way, the way he would second guess raising his hand to argue against her point in their shared classes.
what once was could never be the same.
the lingering and inflamed tension that once surrounded them had dissipated, dampening the atmosphere of any room they had shared. the longer they sustained their unresolved feelings, the heavier the resolution was to lift. even their fellow classmates began to miss the continuous bickering and arguing, though none of the pool had cared enough to contact either party. at this point, their classmates could piece two-and-two together - their soulmate connection had become the rumor of the year. and yet, no one had dared to ask and interrogate for a better answer - even the gossip mongers behaved themselves and shied away from asking.
ned and mj were beyond the point of worrying, coming to accept that their mutual best friend had been forced further into his shell by the day.
y/n, though a fiery and persistent spirit, had lost her luster. the few friends - or acquaintances, rather - that she had did not bother to check in on her. they felt that their respective relationships with her were weak enough to free them of any guilt that might have come from failing to be a friend. y/n began to turn the other way or take the long route if she could feel peter walking towards her in the hallways.
when she was anywhere outside her room, her safe space, she put up a wall. it was only in private that she would allow herself to fully express whatever she was feeling. it had become a habit to lie awake at night - wondering, what have i done?
trying to rationalize that what she had done was right, she always found that her arguments lead to a dead end. peter was a never ending constant in her life, whether she allowed for it or not,
considerably strong in her efforts to conceal her thoughts from peter, he would only feel a small wave of sadness or regret before he would “return” to normal. despite her best wishes, he wanted to acknowledge her. this burning sensation to hear her say something - anything - just to hear her voice was searing holes into his very being. he missed the way she talked, the way she would argue against him just to be his adversary, the way that she was.
even tony had come to terms with his daughter’s sudden downturn. he would try to coax her into experimenting with whatever new tech had made its way into stark industries - only to be rejected and brushed off with the typical excuses - “i’m tired,” “i have a lot of homework,” anything to prevent any interaction whatsoever. he would always check in later, to peek on what she was doing in place of spending time with her old man. one of the countless times, he found her actually asleep beside her journal and a pen. being nosy as nosy can be, he read the short scripture:
i wish that you knew just how much i want to continue this with you.
you know that i will never be what she was, both you and i are grateful for such a circumstance.
sometimes when i think of you i get this feeling of hopelessness in the sense that we shall never cross that line, shall never share that touch, shall never experience that moment.
for i could never recover from a loss such as yours.
the ugly underbelly of this affection i hold for you turns and twists whenever i hold and cling onto the subtle nuances of your own affection.
your embrace goodbye that you never fail to gift any and each time we are to meet.
your smile that i could only dream was only shared in thought of me.
your laugh even when my humor is false and displaced.
you.
even if you were to create an anger so deep that i could never bear to think for longer than a brief passing, i would still feel the same towards you.
you can be the cause, but you will always be the solution.
maybe this was spurred under the influence of a silly love song, maybe it was something else.
but how can i dismiss someone?
and not just someone, but you?
at this standstill, at this draw, i hover over the idea that one day this will end.
try as i might, it very well may turn for the worse.
whether you share the affection or i am delusional, the outcome would be unbearable. i would be unbearable.
so, for the sake of my heart and your patience, let us continue this sway until one of us falls to the other’s feet.
y/n would be lying to herself if she said that she had not thought about her inevitable change in her feelings towards peter. there were one too many times where she had found herself laying awake at night, mulling over the entirety of their less than friendly relationship. had she really hated him for all these years? could she ever allow him to break down these steel walls and see her for who she really is? a girl, not some family name that held wealth and power. what did she have to offer to their eventual relationship - other than a pretty face and an “easy living”?
there was one thing that was for sure: no way in hell would she admit her feelings for him. at least, not admit them first.
after months of avoiding each other, it came time for the end-of-school year projects that almost everyone dreaded. at midtown, it was a known fact that teachers would pick/assign the partners based on grades and sometimes, out of their cruel nature of their hearts, compatibility. with an accuracy rating of 100%, y/n and peter were most likely to be paired up. another known fact at midtown is the amount of complaints teachers had received from students that were paired up with either of the couple - “y/n didn’t want me doing any work because she wanted to be better than peter,” “peter kept correcting little mistakes i made because he said that he wanted to get a higher grade than y/n.”
choosing to avoid the headache of yet another student complaint, all the teachers at midtown had created a special method of ensuring that y/n and peter would be paired up for their respective final projects.
peter sat nervously, bouncing his pencil up and down as he sat as y/n’s desk, waiting for her to come back into the room - her room. he hadn’t been in there since the day she had patched him up. he can’t remember the last time that he had ever given stitches like that - they were perfect. what he does remember is fading in and out of consciousness, seeing her star wars sheets, hearing her breaths, taking in her scent, her. he’s internally screaming at himself to not mess this up, overthinking every move, wishing to stay in this moment with her. anticipating that one day he could be closer than feet away, wanting to memorize every curve and divot of her face, of her body - study how perfectly colored her eyes are, how there are certain highlights in her face depending on how the light reflects off her.
though he wanted to dwell further into this sore spot between his mind and his heart, he shook himself free of those thoughts and tried to refocus on now.
peter further took in every nook and cranny of her room, trying to savor and commit every detail to memory. what he liked best about her was fairly represented throughout the decor, the cork board filled with pictures or memorabilia. even in his harmless searching, he hesitated. was this an invasion of privacy? surely, it had to be. he was constantly keeping in mind that she had been more than clear and concise about how limited he was in scoping out her very being. why should this time be any different? sure, the setting was entirely different than that of midtown or even any spider-stark crossover business. yet, he found himself wanting - no, craving - more. peter wanted to blame it on the natural attraction of the soulmate bond, but every passing moment proved harder to flee from the truth - his feelings were…complicated.
throughout the brainstorming and execution of their shared final project, there was an awkward and tense air around y/n and peter. though it was to be expected, it didn’t make it any less dreadful. there were many bouts of silence - words were decidedly too harsh and would most certainly rock the boat. y/n bit her tongue a plethora of times, finally giving up and asking if he wanted anything to drink or a snack. her expression read as full of regret, wishing that she had opted for a better conversation filler. her grimace was plastered onto her face, attempting to be disguised by a inviting smile. peter, always the first to push off his needs being met first, politely declined but returned a tight-lipped smile. for a brief moment, their discomfort faded - they lived in each other’s presence.
I love matt murdock but he really just be like : *covers only his eyes with a mask* *talks in his normal voice to people that know matt while out as daredevil* *does parkour in broad day light* *shows up to work with two black eyes and a side wound that’s still bleeding*
