Marvel and DC Imagines

Red (Peter Parker x Reader)

This is a story idea I got from a tumblr post. I might make this a series like the Soulmates one.

Also any Persona fans here? I just have to say I'm in love with Akira and Yu. Help I can't begin to describe how perfect they are.

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"Describe a color without using the word."

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She was the most passionate color. The color that he saw when she gets hurt. The color that bled when he punch the shit out of the guy that hurt her.

Her eyes were that color when she showed up to his tiny apartment late, mumbling apologies.

"I-I'm sorry—I had n-no w-where else to g-go and—" She sputtered out as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Shhhhh." He said, bringing her into his chest as she continued sobbing.

And whenever she touched him, it was the color that erupted on his skin under her fingertips. The flush was hot, bright and painfully obvious. And she would giggle whenever he blushed that color.

When the color was on her, it was the first time he realized that he loved her.

The curve of her lips were enough to draw him in and make him crave for more, like a never ending supply that he wanted to win in the lottery of life.

And when she smiled, the color turned into a softer shade. The world tilted and his heart would beat faster, pumping the color through his heart as it accelerated.

And when the drunken kiss that she planted on his lips, it was the color of the room. The color that would remind him of the memory and causing the color to tint his skin and heat up his face as he imagined her soft lips on his again.

His daydreams would be accompanied by his fast heart that was trapped in his rib cage that threatened to burst out of his chest. His fantasies would also include the color he wanted to cause on her lips, face and neck.

The color blinded his vision when he saw her with the man that hurt her again.

"Why?!" He almost yelled at her but caught himself and lowered his voice. "He— He hurt you and your just going to act like it didn't happen?"

"P-Peter... I-I love him... and there's nothing I can do to change that." She said, quietly. The tears threatened to leak out of her eyes. "T-Thank you for everything, Peter."

It was the color vanished into the darkness when he saw her cry.

It was the color that he never wished the think about again because all the color brings is the memory of her he wished so desperately to forget but he can't

He just can't. Suppressing the memory is too hard and hurts too much, but thinking about the memories hurts just as much and if not worse.

It was also the color that was on his suit.

The color that will stay with him forever when he saw her waste her life away with a man that won't properly appreciate her like he would.

And it's the color that represented his shame for not doing anything about it.