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milimeters-morales · 2 months

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i like think of the other aspects of having powers/side effects like spidey (specifically a metabolism as fast as theirs) because it’s just so fun. you can go the spider-first route, where you consider what an irl spider does before you try to apply it to a human and work it into the metabolism, or you can go the power-first route, where you consider what such an enhanced metabolism implies about the rest of spidey’s body and then work it into a spider’s irl behaviors to try and tie that together. you can end up with “irl spiders can last for weeks without food so spidey will still experience all the side effects of not eating for a long time but delayed a week or two later than a normal human” or you can end up with “spidey needs to eat almost constantly but their diet is partially blended foods because the constant eating would make them sick, also irl spiders don’t eat food whole” stuff like that is my bread and butter.

sometimes i try to think of how the smaller stuff is changed too like how fast does spidey’s hair grow now? i know accelerated aging isn’t a power but if a height change is a side effect of the bite, then if one didn’t have their wisdom teeth growing in before the bite, does that mean the teeth will grow in quicker (more pain) and need to be removed way earlier than expected? what about fingernail growth? the heart’s obviously stronger, but does that mean it’s also got to have more of an electrical output, and would also need way more of an input from a defibrillator if it stops??? what if it stops while out as a civilian, and the paramedics don’t know if they should go higher and risk killing an (what they think is) average human???

There’s just so many ways to explore side effects, like maybe spidey needs to drink a lot of coffee to feel any side effect bc of a fast metabolism, but is that the only change, or is the side effect (once there’s enough caffeine) always going to be them being extremely disorientated and sometimes shooting webs in awkward/useless spots???? just so much to consider ^3^

#i actually read a fic like the second one but it was because peter just couldn’t keep up with eating so often #it was from a while ago like idr the year but it wasn’t 2023 i’m sure #my anxiety could never let me be a mutant in secret bc of the heart stopping situation #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #peter parker #gwen stacy #spidergwen #ghost spider #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #m&m posts

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underoospeterparker · 7 months

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peter parker and reader with really bad social anxiety

i love this fic so much

going out with your friends shouldn't be so hard. but for you, it really was. it wasn't that you didn't like them, or that you thought they didn't like you. it was the constant overthinking, the feeling that you weren't good enough to hang out with them, the worrying about having to speak up in large groups of people.

ultimately, the anxiety started from the idea of being judged by others. and you knew that peter and your friends wouldn't do that to you, but it was constantly in the back of your mind.

tonight, you just wanted to be with your boyfriend, watching movies and cuddling on the sofa. you knew peter would be absolutely fine with doing whatever you wanted, but your friends had insisted the two of you should come, saying that it would be so much fun.

"baby?" peter's soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "you sure you wanna go? we don't have to if you don't feel like it tonight."

you shook your head. "i'm okay, don't worry." your words didn't exactly soothe him; he'd always worry about you.

you turned your head towards the window, watching as the buildings rushed past in the moving car. peter reached for your hand, and gave it a squeeze. it was a soft reassurance, but it still somewhat made you feel a little guilty. because why couldn't you just let peter enjoy the party for one night?

once you reached your friend's house, you felt the anxiety bubble up again. you glanced at peter, and his gaze was already focused on you, concern still lingering in his eyes. you gave him the best smile you could muster, and whispered, "let's go in."

entering the party was the worst part. the music was blaring, so loud you felt claustrophobic, there were cups filled with god knows what inside of them, loud laughter and the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom that you wish you hadn't heard.

your friend, meghan, greeted you. "let's get you a drink!" meghan called, pulling you away from peter and ned, who'd also just arrived. you looked back at him but it was too crowded, people filling up every corner of meghan's living room.

"take this," she shouted, handing you a red paper cup. at your hesitation, she added, "it's just soda, don't worry!"

you nodded, plastering a smile onto your face. she dragged you to sit with some of your friends, but mostly it was a group of people you'd never spoken to before. the idea of speaking in front of all of them made you want to throw up. meghan introduced you to them, and they were polite enough, but sometimes you felt like they were exchanging glances and whispering about you, even though you knew they really weren't.

you felt trapped, like you couldn't breathe. by the time meghan asked you a question, the entire group was staring at you, just waiting for your answer. your hands were shaking, and you put the cup down on the table. "sorry, what did you say?" you asked, voice wavering.

some of them laughed, and you felt the dread build up until you couldn't take it anymore. you stood up, murmuring something about needing to use the bathroom, and you went out into the balcony where peter was.

your heart was racing, too fast to be considered normal, and as soon as you saw him, you almost burst into tears.

"hey, sweetheart!" peter called you over. "we were just-" he down at you, at the tears pooling under your waterline. "what's wrong?"

you shook your head and closed your eyes, and you heard him tell ned to give him a second.

"baby," he cooed lightly. "eyes up here, please." you did as he said, mascara already ruined as the first of many tears slid down your cheeks. "oh, sweetheart. come here."

he wrapped you in his arms, into the only place where you always felt safe; no matter what. with one hand, he stroked your hair absently, and with the other, he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

"shhh," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. "it's okay. you're okay." he felt a pang in his chest as you continued to cry into his sweatshirt. he needed to take care of you, to make sure you were okay. you were his girl, and you not being happy meant he wouldn't be happy either.

you leaned back to look at him and whisper a "i'm so-"

"don't you dare," your boyfriend interrupted. you giggled as he reached up to thumb the tears away from your face. "you did nothing worth apologising for." after a short pause, peter pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "now can we go home?"

"please."

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spider man #spiderman #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x you #fluff #comfort #hurt/comfort #social anxiety

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unlimitedhearts · 5 months

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So uh. Im having a thought, Barbosa.

In the scene where Peter is attempting to give the artist soon-to-be-known as Venom back to Harry, it gets pretty damn close to Harry before Kravens knife falls out of Peters side.

They all stare at it in shock, even Peters a little shaken about it before insisting hes fine and he's going to try again.

But even with him touching Harry, the tendrils don't get any closer to him. In fact Peter sounds like he's straining to give it back, grunting in a way he just hadn't the first time.

Venom only gets a little closer to Harry than this before retracting back into Peter.

Im wondering. Why did it take until now for Kravens knife to fall out of Peters side? When hes giving Venom back? Maybe Im grasping here but something tells me that Venom waited to get rid of the knife.

The first time Petes giving it back it moves easily, almost like its saying "You wanna give me up? Fine." And then the knife falls out at that exact moment. "But if you did you would have been dead in an instant."

And then, while Peter is definitely shaken about this he tries again but he just cant. Some part of him hesitates. Almost like somewhere deep down in the back of his mind, he doesnt want to give it up.

The manipulation has already started.

#harry osborn #peter parker #mary jane watson #mj watson #spider man #spiderman #marvels spider man 2 #insomniac spider man #imsomniac spiderman #spider man insomniac #insomniac games #venom #venom symbiote #honestly this is EXPERT manipulation on venoms part #like “yeah sure fine. give me up. but like die about it tho”#and regardless of being super or not peter i'm sure has that primal fear and anxiety of death #god this game lives in my head rent free

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jasontoddssuper · 5 months

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Just saw a 'Miles gets adopted by Bruce and is a Wayne' fic.Please don't do that

#sorry but bruce isn't peter b parker and especially not jefferson morales miles would never view him as his dad in any way😭😭😭😭😭😭#also extra points for the erasure of good black parents to replace them with a white dude who's been abusive to his kids in multiple canons #and they had his hero name be 'black spider' which maybe it's just me but that feels racialized and op was very obviously white #miles morales #miles morales deserves better #spiderverse #atsv #btsv #spiderman #bruce wayne critical #batfam #blue lantern miles #apollo blessed miles #the anomalies #as per always my miles is bi trans and aspec autistic/adhd/mdd with anxiety and kidcore/pastel punk #wfa #anti wfa #spiderband #spiderfam #spider society #ghostflower #punkflower #flowerchai #flowerbyte #antiblackness cw #i'm black tag #💌#letters from summer

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emmedoesntdomath · 7 months

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harley, clicking the lighter: what’s that phrase? ask for forgiveness instead of permission?

peter, watching him hold the lighter up:

peter: see, I have this thing called anxiety-

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thenyougetbackup · 2 months

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me when i find really neat spidey cosplay accounts:

#no but fr one of them followed me back and i'm not okay #this is so embarassing (the anxiety is looming)#marvel #spiderman #spiderman unlimited #peter parker #scarlet spider #kaine parker #ben reilly #arachnid lads #✍🐇

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sunwarmed-ash · 4 months

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Sinful Sunday Preview

Separation Anxiety-Voters Choice

Man that was a CLOSE race, separation anxiety won by one vote! (Maybe 2, idk %'s are not my strong suit)

The fic itself has a lot of angsty parksborn interactions, so here’s a little bittersweet, spicy piece I think y’all will enjoy :D

Thanks again for voting!

Rating: Explicit 🔞😈🔥

Tags: parksborn smut, consensual domination, web bondage, cumming untouched, harry has a degradation kink, and a praise kink, slut kink, Andrew!Peter, Dane!Harry, top!Peter, bottom!Harry, TASM2

Let’s go back to the beginning one more time…

Earth-120703 (Webb Universe) Queens. May 2014

If you think you know everything that happened between Peter and Harry, you're wrong….

‘Complicated’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

“So. Gwen.”

Peter’s heart moved painfully in his chest at her name on his lips. Fuck, there was so much to unpack there.

“What about her?

“That whole thing still, ‘complicated?’”

Peter frowns before opening and taking an equal pull off the lip of his bottle. Complicated was a word for it alright. He lets out a resigned sigh. It’s not complicated. Its over. He’s fucked up with her too many times. He just can’t seem to figure out what he wants. She knows what she wants.

“More like, not gonna happen again even if I want it to,” he mutters, hating how much truth there is behind those words.

“Well good, because then I don't feel guilty doing this.”

Before Peter could even start to think of a response Harry is closing the distance between them with a hard press of his lips. Peter startles in his sudden, strong grasp, but it's equally as grounding as Harry moves his lips expertly against Peter’s.

It’s not long before Peter’s kissing back with equal force. He’s had a crush on Harry since he was 8 years old, and he was pretty sure the same went for Harry. Even if they absolutely never talked about it. Talking wasn't really their strong suit. They learned early on they responded better physically.

They kissed like they were making up for lost time, which in a lot of ways they were. Their traumatic childhoods, abusive fathers, school transfers, and other relationships had gotten in the way every time. But not now. Now it was just him and Harry, all alone in his penthouse suite.

Why was he here again?

Peter is the one directing things now, ignoring everything but the man in his arms.

Harry begins to paw against the raised edges of his suit, determined to get it off and Peter chuckles. He lifts Harry up and helps his legs around Peter’s hips so he can continue his ministrations.

By the time they crossed the threshold of the bedroom Peter could find in his sleep, Harry’s clothes were open and moments from falling off. Meanwhile, Peter was still very much in his suit.

Harry huffs in genuine frustration, poking at the reinforced material in annoyance.

“I no longer like the suit.”

Peter laughs genuinely before reaching under a small flap at the left side of his neck. From there he exposes a small zipper-pull that he drags down fluidly. The remainder of the suit falls down at his feet.

“Better?” He asks.

Harry didn't even try to hide his obvious ogling.

“Much.”

“Good,” Peter grins, returning his attention to Harry’s neck, sucking hickies into the unscaled side. It draws needy whimpers from the heir under him in no time. It makes Peter chuckle. Yeah, sure Harry might have known Peter’s tells enough to figure out his biggest secret, but Peter knew some of Harry’s secrets too.

“I missed you Peter.”

“I know baby,” he sighs, achingly vulnerable. They had missed so many opportunities. “I missed you too.” He reclaims Harry’s lips, hands moving to his open belt to pull down jeans that fit Harry about as snugly as his suit fit him. He didn't hate it, everything looked good on Harry. But he wanted them off, now.

A sharp pull down and Harry’s cock sprang free, angry, red and ready for more than he was currently getting. Peter grins knowingly. “Still dress like a slut huh?”

Harry shivers pleasantly under him, eyes searching, hungry for more.

“I was hoping you'd come back tonight.”

“So this is for me?” He asks, running his hand down Harry’s bare thigh, before gripping his leaking cock at the base.

Harry’s hips fly upward with a surprised gasp, but Peter’s extra strength grip on his hip keeps Harry right where he wants him. Harry lets out a frustrated growl. Only using a little bit of his newly acquired strength to continuously test Peter’s hold.

“What, you’re going to tease me to death? That’s just cruel.”

Peter chuckles to play along but the causal mention of Harry’s impending death takes another solid chunk of his heart with it.

“I’m going to give you everything you ask for Sweetheart,” he promises. Because this, he could actually promise. Unlike what he promised Uncle Ben.

And Captain Stacy.

Aunt May.

Gwen.

Harry’s hips arch and his voice breaks against Peter's unyielding hold, snapping the brunette out of his head and back to the present moment.

“Well, what I want is for you to touch me Peter. Preferably sooner rather than later.”

Peter squeezes his hand all the way up to the tip before twisting on the glide back down. Harry arches and gasps into the touch, huffing in frustration when Peter’s hand stops again.

“Is that all you want me to do?”

Harry tries to glare, but he’s too worked up to stay angry. Instead he flushes crimson.

“…No.”

As a reward, Peter pumps his hand again, spreading precum all over the head of Harry’s cock before gliding slickly back down.

“Fuck,” Harry chokes, his head digging into a nest of pillows.

Peter smirks.

“Is that an official request?” He pumps the man’s cock faster now, rubbing just long enough for Harry’s eyes to start to roll back into his head.

Harry still hadn’t answered though, so Peter releases his grip all together. Harry’s cock twitches helplessly against open air and he curses as he's denied friction again.

Frustrated, Harry’s hand shoots down to finish the work Peter started. But before his hand can reach its destination, an equally fast web catches his hand and secures it to one of the corners of the bed.

“Fuck.” Harry stares at his attached wrist with wide, shocked eyes before letting out an amused chuckle. “That’s hot Pete.”

Peter snorts. Harry being into bondage was not surprising in the slightest. He fires another web to Harry's other wrist, watching with a smirk as his eyes glaze over, proving Peter’s theory.

Peter can’t help but think Harry looks good like this, naked with his arms bound, his pathetic cock stiff and wet jutting up between wide open legs. Ready for anything Peter will give him.

Peter crawls further up the bed, straddling Harry’s chest. It puts his own hard cock perfectly in line with Harry’s mouth.

“You’re in the wrong spot if you’re going to fuck me,” Harry sasses, but Peter doesnt take the deflective bait.

“I’d really hate to web your mouth shut too, but I will if I have to.”

Harry licks his lips, eyeing Peter’s own heavy and proud standing erection.

“Then you’d lose the benefit of what my mouth can do.”

Peter grips the blonde's chin tight, inspecting Harry's open and waiting mouth for a tortuously long time. His cock bobs just breaths away from the blonde's mouth, and he counts three separate times Harry’s impatient tongue seeks out a taste. Instead of giving it to him, Peter drops the man’s chin and tsks,

“I suppose it'll do."

Peters' blatant dismissal tore a small, helpless moan out of Harry and Peter reveled in the knowledge he knew Harry’s kinks like the back of his hand. His first boy crush turned obsession was his best friend; 6 years apart felt like nothing the second they were together again.

He held Harry's mouth steady as he lined up his own cock with the slick entrance. Harry licks his lips once more, but Peter keeps everything right where he wants it. “Show me your safe word.”

Harry’s foot kicked the headboard three times rapidly. It echos loudly in the room and Peter feels satisfied in his ability to hear it once they got started.

“Good boy.”

“Please, Peter,” Harry begs, desperation clear.

Peter smiles, rubbing the outside of Harry’s cheek with the head of his cock. Precum glistens across the skin and Peter's eyes narrow on the way his thin pink tongue reaches desperately to get a taste.

“Slut,” he remarks and Harry nods.

“Please, let me show you how much.”

Peter doesn’t waste another second. He slides his cock into Harry’s mouth, gliding until he felt the wide head push against the tight muscles of his throat. The muffled groan that came out of Harry was nothing short of pornographic, and he wishes more than anything he had his camera right now.

He pulls back to give Harry a chance for air before sliding back in. He’s able to fit a little more this time.

Harry's eyes roll back into his head and his hips twitch into the open air above him.

Peter isn’t close enough for him to grind against on purpose.

“You're doing so good Harry,” he appropriately praises, because Peter had been in as deep as he could be for almost a minute now and Harry hasn't gagged, protested, or requested air. Harry Obsorn, living up to his playboy reputation.

When he eventually does need it, all it takes is a look. A gentle pleading with his glacial blue eyes and Peter was pulling out just enough for Harry to breathe through his nose.

“Since I'm feeling nice,” Peter starts, pushing Harry’s sweat-slick locks out of his eyes before sinking back into his mouth, “I’ll let you choose where I cum.”

Peter felt more than heard Harry’s muffled curse against his cock. He continues. “I personally want to see what this pretty face looks like, ruined with my cum.”

Harry's bound body shivered pleasurably once more, his needy whine causing vibrations to radiate up his cock. He felt Harry’s desperate empty attempt to fuck anything but air between his legs and smirked. Of course Harry likes that idea. “But, I also remember how much you like to be filled. And I’ve been dreaming about this ass since you came back to town.”

Harry jolted in the restraints like he had been electrocuted. It took Peter a second to realize it was him forcefully trying to pull from the webbed restraints.

Peter smirks proudly, motioning at his self-manufactured web shooter. “They're the real deal baby.”

Harry huffs in obvious frustration, yanking himself off Peter’s dick.

“Pete please! You know how much I hate it when you tease me!”

Peter laughs at his best friends expense because there was no way he was stopping now.

“Aw, is wittle Hwarry Osborn upset because he can't get something immediately?”

“Fuck You, Parker.”

Peter scratches the side of his head in sarcastic contemplative thought.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve confirmed twice now it’s you who wants to get fucked. But I get it. I mean, it's gotta be annoying, needing something so bad only to realize that not even your money can buy it.” To articulate his point, he reaches his hand back and rakes the tips of his nails up the length of Harry’s still hard, slick cock.

“Fuck!" Harry moans in the form of a bubbled sob, his hips jerking erratically in a way that signals he was nearing his final breaking point. This was as good as a submission Peter would get before Harry became either overstimulated, bored, or too frustrated to continue.

“Cum for me good boy,” Peter orders in his ear; quiet, secretive, intimate.

Harry cums with a loud strangled cry, his hips pumping desperately up in the open air as his orgasm rushes through him. Peter feels cum coat his ass and the back of his legs.

Afterwards he leans down and connects their lips, licking away the saltiness of his own preum from Harry’s tongue.

Harry fights to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm. But when he does, he’s back to spewing demands, as if he wasn’t the one on his back, tied up.

"I still want you to fuck me."

*check back Sunday for the full chapter*

#parksborn #harry x peter #peter x harry #separation anxiety #harry osborn #peter parker #andrew peter parker #dane harry osborn #the amazing spider man #the amazing spiderman 2 #tasm peter parker #webb universe #sinful sunday #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #reblogs are free ways to support me!#i post new stuff every sunday

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marvelmaster69 · 3 months

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Just some random headcanons for Tony, Peter, and Bruce, revolving around their mental health and sexual/gender orientation.

TW: Mentions of self-harm in Tony and Bruce's parts.

Tony definitely has ADHD along with PTSD, anxiety, and crippling depression. Because of his ADHD, he often hyper fixates on his projects in the lab. When he does get hyper fixated, he won't leave his lab unless it's to use the bathroom or get something to eat, and even then, it's a very delayed process. The only people who can get him out of his lab when he gets like that is Pepper, Bruce, Natasha, Happy, Rhodey, Morgan, and Peter. He's also Pansexual. During his teenage years, he self-harmed quite frequently. He usually used a blade, cutting his arms but sometimes cutting his thighs and stomach instead if there was the looming threat of someone finding out. He only started his playboy persona after all the scars had faded a bit, so when he was around twenty-two or so.

Peter is a transgender man and openly bisexual. He came out to his Aunt May a few months before he came out as trans, so when he was twelve or thirteen. Tony helped pay for his top surgery and scouted out the best surgeons he could for Peter, and because of his extra fast regeneration, he healed extremely quickly and didn't even scar afterwards. He was so glad not to have to wear a binder during patrol anymore, as it was causing great damage to his ribs and lungs. Even years later, he still randomly gets heartburn, chest pains, and shortness of breath. He doesn't feel like he needs bottom surgery because packers and strap-ons seem to work well enough for him, and MJ doesn't very well care what he does with his privates. He also has ADHD, anxiety, and mild depression. MJ always makes sure to set alarms for him, create a detailed electronic and physical color-coded calendar for him, and send him reminder texts to help with his horrible time blindness. For the most part, lots of reassurance from Tony, Aunt May, MJ, and Ned is enough to kind of help him with his depression enough for him to continue on with his normal day-to-day life without any major interference. To convince Aunt May to put Peter on puberty blockers when he was twelve, he worked together with Ned to create a PowerPoint with the pros and cons and alternatives for puberty blockers.

Bruce is demisexual and asexual, and he's only ever been in three or four relationships in his adult life (as he had a middle school girlfriend that he doesn't really count as 'dating'). He has crippling anxiety, severe depression, and once checked himself into a mental hospital because he felt like he'd end up hurting himself or others around him. He's also very private about his issues, he's one of those people whose thought process is 'well, this could be worse, there are always people out there that have it worse than me'. This is totally random, too, but he hates the color green, it reminds him too much of The Other Guy. He hasn't relapsed in years, but he used to cut almost every week. Tony was actually the one to help him stop, as Tony himself has a history of self-harm and understood everything Bruce was going through, or at least tried to understand, unlike a lot of other people in Bruce's life, which he appreciates more than Tony will ever understand He doesn't have any scars on his arms, though, as he would often works closely with children and didn't want to taint their innocence, so he usually stuck to his stomach and thighs.

Sadly, that's all I have time to write but I'll definitely be back sometime within the next few days with another one of these with some other characters. I want to eventually do all The Avengers in a series of sorts. By the way, how are we liking the colored text?

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enderfics · 1 year

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The Red String

At 16, Peter cried because the string on his finger didn’t connect with his girlfriends. He cried harder when she broke up with him for being a “liar” who was preventing her from being with her soulmate. He hated the string after that and tried to ignore it. That was difficult though when it was right there. So instead, he tried to avoid looking at his hands, usually hiding them in his sleeves or under the table. It never worked, of course.

At 19, Peter cried because his string suddenly broke. He could see the end of it piled up at his feet, and bawled as he prayed it was just a hallucination. The string began to fade, slowly vanishing into nothing. He had read horror stories of this happening - of people losing their strings - and sobbed harder when he remembered why. He didn’t have a soulmate (anymore). That night, he cried himself to sleep.

When he woke up and saw the red thread tied on his pinkie, Peter didn’t cry. Instead, he quickly ran to the bathroom and hurled last night's dinner into the toilet. What the fuck. He tried to continue with life (focus on school, focus on spiderman duties, focus on paying the rent). He tried to ignore the string that regularly disappeared (and re-appear hours later.)

Whoever his soulmate was, he hated them. He despised them for putting him through this because it wasn’t fair. He tried harder to ignore the string.

Peter tried to ignore how he could see the string even when he was in his suit. Even as spiderman, he couldn’t escape the torment that was his soulmate. The string always felt loose when on patrol, like it wasn't pulled as tight. Something about that made Spider-Man feel sick because something deep inside him knew what that meant. But, it was easy to be Spider-Man. There were so many things to distract him from his soulmate and it was easy to indulge in the excitement of being a hero.

Part of the job was to know the people terrorising New York. It made it easier when Peter eventually fought them. Knowing the bad guys meant he had time to do his research, to find their weakness and use it against them. After all, he was a scientist. Naturally, he had heard of Deadpool. The mercenary was infamous. He was well-known for doing anything for money. It was unethical as fuck and Peter had seen the leftovers of DP’s activities. He remembered the time he had stumbled into a warehouse only to see it littered with dead bodies. Peter had yet to actually meet the immoral vigilante.

Patrol had been particularly quiet that night. For once, the city was asleep. He sat on top of a roof, as he watched the streets. As he swung his legs, and the city remained quiet, he decided he could end his shift early tonight. Peter would go home and catch up on some sleep or finally finish his research paper. He stood up and stretched, closing his eyes to avoid watching the string lift with his arms.

As he turned around, Peter heard a low buzz in his ears. Not now, he prayed. It had been an easy night and he didn't need a criminal to ruin that. The buzzing got louder, shrieking and ringing in his ears. Peter had very little time to react when a tall figure abruptly appeared in front of him. He stumbled back, trying to create space and calm his very overreactive nerves. The person hadn’t moved yet and instead stood staring at the spider. He could see their chest rise and fall with each breath they took.

“It's you.” They finally spoke, voice low and hoarse.

Peter figured they were referring to his suit - his persona - and he finally looked at the man in front of him. White pupils glared at Peter and red leather laid tightly against their body. He took notice of the number of pouches on the man's utility belt and the absurd amount of weapons they carried.

So this was Deadpool.

“I can’t believe it’s you” DP laughed softly. Peter was confused. Was this criminal really that excited to see him? To see Spider-Man?

He took a shaky breath as Deadpool slowly stepped forward. His spidey sense was still on full alert but Peter was thankful that Deadpool hadn’t made any dangerous moves (yet). He was still trying to calm himself down and didn’t feel like fighting tonight.

“You’re Deadpool?” It was a stupid question that Peter knew the answer to.

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet.” The guy's voice was smooth and reeked of cockiness, which caused Peter to wonder if that was why people didn’t like him.

(It was more likely that people didn’t like DP because of his career choices, but Peter decided to ignore that)

They continued to talk and continued to ramble. About what? Peter didn’t know. He was struggling to pay attention with the ringing still rampant in his ears, but he did pay attention to how the merc spoke with his hands, dramatically throwing their arms in the air as he babbled about Spider-Man being “ you”. Surely, no one was this excited about meeting the superhero.

When Peter was able to focus on the man's words, he felt uneasy.

“And it's you! And I never thought I’d meet you but here we are! God this is so exciting. I mean it sucks that you’re a do-gooder and I’m…not? But still!”

“What are you talking about?” Peter interrupted quickly, hoping to stop the seemingly never-ending rant.

“You. I’m talking about you.”

This confused Peter more and he tried to ignore the pit forming in his stomach. He wanted to ask why and beg Deadpool for an answer. He didn’t though, in fear of the direction this conversation would take. Peter took a sharp inhale, trying to ignore how his breath hitched. Now, Deadpool stood still, proudly, with his arms resting at his side. It seemed his rant was over and he was looking at the web-slinger like he expected a response.

“So?”

“...Sorry?”

Deadpool laughed at the uncertainty in the arachnid’s voice and once again, inched closer. Now, there was barely any space between the two and Peter cringed at the intensity of the ringing. This was too much to handle.

He was normally thankful for his heightened senses, but right now they made Peter want to scream. He suddenly became hyper-aware of the string he hated so much. It felt so light, like there was no resistance at all. Like it wasn’t being pulled away from him and towards the direction of his soulmate. Peter had gotten so good at ignoring it. He had become a pro at hating the string and avoiding it.

He wanted to throw up. Peter understood what the merc meant now.

It was him.

Peter took a breath. A deep and heavy inhale to try and slow his racing thoughts. He felt Deadpool’s hand land on his arm and almost sobbed when he heard the man ask if he was okay. He tried to nod but everything was too overwhelming and he couldn’t convince his brain to do the motion. He didn’t know when, but Peter had eventually sat down on the edge of the roof, resting his head in his hands.

He hated his soulmate. Peter was embarrassed over how he cried every time the string dissolved. He hated the constant anger he felt towards his soulmate.

Peter Parker hated his soulmate.

Now, his soulmate was crouched an inch away from him, soothingly running their hands over his knee. And he wanted to hate them, wanted to push the merc away and scream about how unfair this was. But god, it felt surprisingly nice to finally have someone.

At 21, Peter cried because he finally saw the other end of his red string (and it hadn’t dissolved into nothing). He finally saw who it connected to and he bawled harder when he remembered how he was supposed to hate them. Peter wanted to ignore how his string - how Deadpool’s string - lay lax at his feet, bundled up into a messy pile. But he couldn’t.

Peter Parker had found his soulmate, and for the first time since he was 16, he didn’t hate them.

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