Spider-Man Imagines

Found You | Peter Parker (TH)

Yeah so it's like three in the morning as i'm writing this. I haven't gotten a lot of sleep these past few days but I had this idea in my head and decided that this is more important than sleep. So here ya go!

All you wanted was your soulmate.

To know who he was....and if he was even real.

You wrote on your arm everyday, hoping that he would respond. Doodles of flowers and simple sentences littered your skin. As far as you knew, you were the only one who wrote anything.

'Who are you?'

'Where are you from?'

'My name is (Y/N). What's yours?'

You'd never get a response. It broke your heart to see everyone else being able to communicate with their soulmates while you were left with nothing. 

For so long, you've been waiting and wishing to finally be with your soulmate, the person who you were meant to be with. Everyone had a soulmate. That's what you were told. But even when you would write and doodle all over your arms and legs, your soulmate never wrote anything back.

You were beginning to think he wasn't real. 

'Are you even there?'

.....

You sat in the cafeteria with your friends, Peter and Ned. They were chatting away about something that happened in class, but you were too busy doodling mindlessly on your arm to pay attention.

"Did he write anything back?" Ned asked.

You kept your head down and said, "No."

"Don't worry. I'm sure he will soon."

You looked up at him. "Ned, you don't get it. I've been writing on my skin for as long as I can remember and I never once woke up with something from him." You paused for a moment. "What if I don't even have a soulmate?"

Peter looked up from his sandwich. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

"Dude, everyone's got a soulmate. Even Flash has one, which is saying something. Maybe yours is just too shy to say anything," Ned said.

"It still wouldn't hurt for him to write something. Anything. Even a simple 'hi,'" you said, moving to rest your head on your palm.

You grabbed your fork and started to play with your food, not realizing that Peter hadn't taken his eyes off you.

.....

You sat on your bed, sleeves rolled up with a pen in one hand. Your arm was already covered hallway in writing. Sometimes you would only write a simple 'hi' and other times you'd scribble and write until you ran out of space. Tonight was one of those times. 

On your arm, you wrote about your day and how much you wished your soulmate would reply. It's not that you were trying to guilt-trip him into doing so, but all you wanted was to know that he was there. And nothing.

After a few minutes staring at your arm, you sighed and pulled down your sleeve. 

Then there was a knock on your window. 

You looked up and saw Peter in his Spider-Man suit. Scrambling off the bed, you made your way to the window and let him in. He stumbled in and sat on the floor, seemingly out of breath. 

"Peter, are you okay?" you asked, kneeling down in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sighed. "Just tired."

"I'll get the first aid kit," you said before walking away to find bandages.

When you got back, Peter was fishing through your drawer for a pair of his clothes that he kept there for times like this. He didn't want to show up in his apartment in his dirty suit. 

"I'm gonna change first," he said, walking to the bathroom.

Your gaze followed him till the door shut. Peter would usually come to your place whenever he got really beat up since you were, in his words, 'the best nurse in the entire world.' It was almost routine to get the first aid kit ready.

Ten minutes passed and Peter was still in the bathroom. Growing impatient, you knocked on the door. 

"Peter, are you done? Come on, I need to make sure you're not bleeding to death," you said.

There was no response, which made you worry. Without thinking, you turned the knob and opened the door.

And Peter was standing there without his shirt and you could see writing and doodles scribbled all over his arms. At first you didn't think anything of the scribbles since everyone on earth had them. Maybe a tinge of jealousy that Peter's soulmate was writing to him. But the longer you looked, the more you began to recognize the handwriting as your own.

"It's....it's you," you said.

Peter's eyes seemed as if they were about to pop out. He hurriedly threw on his sweater and said, "No! No, no, no, no, no. (Y/N), it's not-it's not what you think."

He stepped forward, causing you to take a step back. 

"Peter, are you my soulmate?" you asked, looking up at him with an almost hurt look in your eyes.

"Um....y-yes?"

"You were my soulmate this whole time and you didn't tell me? After I cried and moped and wrote to you? I wrote to you every day and you never even wrote back."

"Look, I wanted to tell you, but I just...," he paused, trying to figure out what to say.

"What, you wanted me to suffer even longer? Or did you not want it to be me?" you asked, feeling tears forming in your eyes. "Why didn't you write back?"

"Because I was scared!" Peter said, "Look, I like you. A lot. And you would always talk about meeting your soulmate and how amazing he would be. And you deserve someone like that. I thought that if you found out it was me, you'd be disappointed and wish it were someone else."

You stood there in silence, still trying to process everything. You were just too shocked to even begin to know what to say. Peter waited for you to say something. Anything. When you didn't, he sighed and hung his head low.

"I don't blame you for being disappointed," he said, turning to grab his things. "I'm sorry."

He stepped forward to leave, but you stopped him. You put one hand behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours. Peter froze, unable to comprehend what was happening. 

You pulled away and said," Peter, you are the most amazing guy I've ever known. There's no way that I would ever be disappointed that you are my soulmate. I was, kind of hoping that it was you, honestly."

Peter put his hand on yours. "You mean you like me, too?"

You giggled underneath your croaky throat from tears and nodded. "Yeah. I do."

And Peter never looked so happy in all his life. He wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head against his chest. 

"Oh, thank God. I don't know what I would've done if you didn't."

"Relax, Pete. We're soulmates. Of course we're going to like each other."

Peter laughed.

You smiled against the fabric of his sweater and said, "Found you."