Well, Fuck.

Peter Parker x self harm!reader (soulmate timer)

"I give up. I can't do this anymore. Screw this." I whisper to myself, making another deep slash on my thigh, watching the blood pool and drip down my leg before I wipe it off with a towel. I don't even feel the pain anymore. It feels muted, like everything else in my life.
Being Tony Stark's daughter was horrible. Especially since I wasn't nearly as smart as him or skinny and beautiful like his fiancé, Pepper. I was fat, ugly, stupid, broken, and scarred. I know that not even my soulmate would want me, when ever I meet them.
I looked down at the timer on my wrist. 27:03:38. 27 more hours until I met them.
I continued to cut, not paying attention to the towel now saturated in my blood. I looked down at my work, sickly proud of it as it's nothing less than I deserve.
It's pathetic really, how your mind can turn on you so quickly and leave you doing anything to take the pain away. At least, that's how it is for me. I started to feel dizzy, and tried to stand up to wash the remaining blood off my leg, but I fall down, hitting my head on the side of the bathtub.
Then, Darkness.
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They say you meet your soulmate when the timer on your wrist reaches zero.
I used to dream about my soulmate. What they were like, how we'd grow old together, a true happily ever after.
What a fool I was.
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I awake to the sound of a heart monitor and I realise where I am. The medical wing of Avengers tower. Shit.
I open my eyes, and it hits me, the timer! Frantically, I look down at it, and read what it says.
00:03:27
3 minutes! I've been out for over 27 hours?! Shit, shit, shit! I think back to the last thing I was doing, and freeze. I must have lost too much blood.
I hear voices coming from down the hallway, my father's and a unknown male voice.
00:00:30
Fuck! My soulmate must be the other voice. This is not how I wanted to meet them.
As the voices get closer, I can make out what they are saying. "Look Peter, I'll talk to you later!" My dad's frustrated voice exclaims. "My daughter is in there after trying to kill herself! I have more important things to do than work on your suit right now!"
"I'm so sorry, mr. Stark. Yeah, I'll just, um, go then." Peter says in embarrassment. I can see them through the sliding glass doors but I can't see Peter's face.
00:00:01
He looks up, glancing at me, and our eyes lock. He gasps at the same time I do, both of us grabbing our wrists with the timers on them as the numbers fade completely.
00:00:00
Well, fuck.