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modernstoner · 3 years

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Blood red, snow white| P.Parker

(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3

Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.

Warning: blood, angst

w/c: 360

The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.

Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.

Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?

Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.

“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.

“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.

“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.

Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.

Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.

You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.

Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.

You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.

Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.

“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.

A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.

The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.

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theshakykid · 3 years

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Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)

Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.

Warning: Angst? Might trigger some, but I believe it's quite PG.

Peter was quite stressed lately. At least, that's what you told yourself for the past few months. He didn't talk to you for longer than a few minutes, and the last time you kissed was 4 months back, when he was drunk.

He was more distant, and it felt as though he gave up on your relationship. It hurt, but you always found a random excuse to forgive him.

You were a Hydra experiment, and had killed a lot of people in your younger days. It was Peter and Tony who helped nurse you back to health. Half of the Avengers doubted your sanity, and the other half always sent you looks of pity. It was Peter who looked at you as a friend, and it hurt when he was ignoring you now.

For the first 2 years of your marriage, everything was fine. Peter wanted a family with you, and everything was going great. But it all went down the drain after your 3rd wedding anniversary.

It all started when you heard him talk to his friends about you at a bar, few days after your anniversary.

You just returned from the washroom, when you heard one of Peter's friends say, "Isn't it annoying when your girlfriend steals all your clothes? I find it aggravating! It's like they don't have clothes of their own!" "Exactly! I buy her clothes every month, and she still steals mine!" said another. "Hey, what about you Peter? It must be infuriating. 3 years plus all those years of dating! I bet most of your clothes are hers now."

You smiled, hoping Peter would correct their statements. Your hand was still on the knob, waiting to open the door as soon as she hears Peter support her (along with all their girlfriends).

"Yeah, uhm, it's really annoying," Peter added. "I have to buy clothes every week to keep up." His friends chuckled at his remark, but your heart broke a little that day.

You placed all his clothes back in his drawer the next day. He could've at least told you that he didn't like it. It was the fact that he had to suffer all those years of you stealing his clothes without telling you which hurt you the most, not that he found it annoying.

The second time he broke your heart was when he stopped his morning kisses. He woke up one morning, and left for work without a note, or a kiss. You excused that one time because you thought it must've been an emergency. But it hurt when he stopped it altogether.

Soon, he started to become more distant. He didn't acknowledge you waiting for him till 4 in the morning, because he was busy partying with his 'friends'. He didn't invite you for his business parties, though all of his colleagues came with their significant others. He stopped talking to you, unless it was for things which required your answer (such as laundry, food and cleaning). He didn't tell you bye when he left for work, and stopped giving you kisses.

It felt as though you were strangers. The only time you felt close is at nights, when you both slept in the same bed. But even that didn't last long. He moved to the guest bedroom, telling that he wanted a separate room for work.

You started crying to sleep after that.

In the mornings, you walked around lifeless. You started thinking that there was something wrong with you. Maybe it was because of how you looked.

It's that thought that led you to stop eating. You wanted to appear thin and beautiful like those models you see on advertisements. Peter didn't suspect a thing. It was as though you were not a part of his life anymore.

You started becoming thinner. Your magic (given to you by Hydra) helped you look quite healthy, while your inner health deteriorated. Nobody noticed anything different, because to them, you looked perfectly normal. You learned to smile even when you weren't happy.

"(Y/N) I'll be going out with my friends today, so you don't have to make dinner for me," Peter said, opening the front door.

"But... today is your birthday..." you replied.

"And?"

"And I thought maybe we could celebrate it... together."

Peter stared at you for a few minutes. "I promised I'd celebrate with them," he said at the end.

"But after we got married, you always celebrate it with them! Peter, do you remember the last time we went out on a date? The last time you stopped just to ask me if I was okay? Wh... What happened to us? Is it me? I don't know because you never talk to me!" You didn't mean to tell all that to him, but you've been holding it in for too long.

"I don't care alright, I don't care! It's my birthday, and it's my wish who I spend it with. Now you're just being clingy, you're not the only person in my life, I have others too," he yelled. He looked like he didn't feel any guilt for what he just said. He looked like he meant every single word.

And he yelled! He never yelled at you, because he knew it brought back memories from the time you were in Hydra.

It was like you were back in square one. You felt shattered, and fragile. You knew you were broken. Again. But this time you had no Peter to help you.

PART 2 COMING SOON!

(Any constructive criticism is welcome, English is my second language 😊)

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modernstoner · 3 years

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Cheater| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, I deeply apologize for not being active much. I started a new school so I’ve been very very busy and sad. Enough about how pathetic I am, enjoy<3

Summary: You suspect Peter is cheating and your suspicion is right.

Warning: angst. asshole! Peter

w/c: 711

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"Do you still love her?" You asked Peter as he walked through to your shared bedroom.

Peter came home late, again. It was 1 a.m and you waited for him all day.

He didn't even take a glance at you just walking straight to the closet, taking off his black tie. "What are you talking about?" He sighs, his tone was pure annoyance.

You stood there, debating if you should ask him again. "Michelle. Do you still love her?"

This time Peter froze, turning his body to look at you, in the eyes. "A-Are you accusing me of cheating?"

You shook your head. "I didn't say anything about cheating, Peter. I asked if you still love her." Your voice was harsh and cold, hiding all the sadness inside.

"No," Peter answered, going back to change his suit.

You were unconvinced. Lately, for the past few months, Peter had been working late. You first didn't suspect anything but he started to come home with a different cologne.

And, Tony Stark was having a nice fancy formal party at his big mansion and of course, he invited Peter and you, but the thing is; Peter didn't tell you.

You found out about the party while scrolling through Instagram. There was a video and behind it was Peter, dancing with an unknown female.

After that, you found a lipstick mark on one of his white collar when you were doing laundry.

It broke your heart into millions of pieces.

"Really? Are you sure?" Now, you were more demanding. You can feel Peter get angry but he didn't dare to show it.

He ignored you, quickly changing his clothes into his pajamas, going to the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom.

You followed him, crossing your arms, leaning against the door frame, watching him brush his teeth.

"You're not going to answer my question?" You asked, slowly starting to become mad.

Peter spit out his saliva, cleaning his face with his towel. "No, because your question is bullshit."

"Just answer the question, Peter." You raised your eyebrows and Peter walked past you.

Peter scoffed. "I'm not in love with Michelle, (Y/n). Gosh! Who do you gotta be so possessive and jealous?" He threw his hand in the air, rubbing his jaw.

"I'm possessive and jealous? Are you seriously saying that I'm possessive and jealous because I asked you a simple q-"

"That is not a simple question! You're accusing me of cheating." Peter's started to raise his voice.

"Because you are cheating, Peter! I know that Tony invented both of us but you didn't tell me and went out with some woman!" You exclaimed at him, watching as his face fell.

"That woman is my friend!"

"Friend as in mistress! You invited your mistress to that party."

“I invited her because I know how much you dislike parties.” Peter excuse was an obvious lie.

You loved parties, especially when it’s a party with Peter. You were holding backs tears now. “Just tell me the truth, Peter. I know that woman is Michelle and I know that you two had sex because I saw the lipstick mark in your collar.”

“W-We didn’t have sex.” He mumbled under his breath.

Another lie.

You scoffed, sucking the inside of your cheeks. “Really? Then explain the lipstick that I found on your collar.”

Peter closed his mouth, looking down at his feet in shame.

“Fine. Answer again. Do you still love her?” Your voice was now quiet.

He struggled to let out a word. “No.”

“Okay. Do you love me then?”

Silence. Pure silence.

That was it. You got your answer. “’Was I not good enough for you?”

“N-No! You are good enough, it’s just me w-”

“If I was enough, why did you cheat?” You gave up holding back that tears, it started to come out of your eyes.

Peter stayed silent which made you realise that Peter never loved you. He just used you to get over Michelle. He made you believe that he cared for you.

“Wow. Someone you thought loved you was just actually just using you.” You sniffled, wiping off the endless tears coming form your eyes with your sleeve.

“I’m s-”

“I don’t need your apology.” You said. “All I want was for you to love me.”

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theshakykid · 3 years

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Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 3

Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.

Warning: Angst. Character death.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Peter asked, his lower lip slightly quivering.

"Peter, it was for the best. If we did tell you, then you would run into the HYDRA base without thinking it through," Tony replied.

"Yeah, and now she's dead because of you!" Peter yelled, tears streaming down his face. "If you had told me, I would've saved her!"

"Hey! We tried, okay? They killed her before we reached there," Sam remarked.

"You could've saved her if you just acted faster!"

"This was all your fault in the first place! So stop blaming it on us!"

Peter stood there for a while, trying to comprehend what Sam just said. He didn't know what happened next, it was like his hand had a mind of it's own. Peter punched Sam and threw him to the ground. If it wasn't for Tony, he would've continued till he made sure Sam was dead.

"Peter!" Steve warned, hosting an unconscious Sam from the ground. "You could've killed him."

Peter shrugged Tony off and walked to his room, glaring at Tony on the way. He knew he had to get back (Y/N) somehow. Even if it meant the death of countless other innocent people.

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Peter knew it was stupid. He'd probably get killed, maybe even tortured to spill the Avengers' classified information, but nothing can stop him now.

He slowly crawled over the windows of the dark building. He peered inside one of them, and saw a bloody chair in the center of the hall. He ignored it and crept to the next window. He didn't want to think of how (Y/N) was killed, or he'd go insane. This time he saw a man sitting behind a desk, rolling a cube around the table.

Peter smashed the window and got in, not bothering about the alarms.

"Where's (Y/N)?" he asked, removing his mask. Reckless, yes, but he wanted the man to know that he was serious.

"Spiderman. I knew you'd come. Removing your mask.. A little immature, don't you think?" the man said, smirking.

"I don't think you heard what I asked. Where's she?"

Just then a bunch of HYDRA guards ran into the room, tearing the door off it's hinges. Peter webbed some of the guards up, but he was starting to get tired. The guards kept coming in, and most of them were already shooting at him.

Peter eventually slumped down, accepting his fate. After all, why should he live when his anchor is already gone?

One of the guards rammed his rifle into Peter's side, and he fell down unconscious, hoping he'd meet her soon...

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theshakykid · 3 years

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Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 4 (This is the last one, I swear!)

Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.

Warning: Character Death. Blood and Gore. Torture. Angst.

When Peter woke up, he was met with a man staring down at him in disgust.

"I expected someone... older," the man remarked.

"Who are you now?" Peter asked, wondering why he isn't dead yet. Sometimes he hate his durability.

"I'm Dr. Flynn.. But that's not important. We have brought you here for witnessing the death of your dear wife. You have the best view!"

Peter's eyes widened. His head snapped up, trying to find you. You were inside a glass chamber. There were wires attached to different parts of your body, and you were suspended in the air.

"(Y/N)?" Peter whispered. Your eyes were closed, and you were struggling to get out of the wires.

Your white tank top was covered in dried blood, and the ends of your shorts were shredded.

"What did you do to her?" Peter asked, tears streaming down his face.

"Quite a lot. It's not like it hurt her much anyway, she's a superhero," the man said, laughing at the end. "Vin, please start the machine. I don't want to waste more time."

"Wh.. What? What's the machine going to do?" Peter asked, he stood upright. He was shackled to a wall, and the chains seemed to make him weaker for some reason.

"It'll override her brain. If her mind's strong, then she'll live, or she'll die. Something tells me it won't be the latter. She's a magic-user, so her mind's probably dense."

Your eyes snapped open and wandered around. The glass must've worked only one way, because you don't seem to see Peter.

"Vin, dial it up a little," the doctor said, staring at (Y/N) with so much fascination it made Peter sick.

"Please.. Please stop," you whimpered, your fists were clenched and Peter was internally dying at your screams.

Vin turned the knob a little more, and this time you screamed.

"A little more Vin," the doctor said, going near to the chamber.

"No, please stop. I'll do whatever you want, just stop! Please," Peter pleaded, struggling with the chains.

Vin turned the knob a little more, and this time your screams almost sounded inhumane. Peter closed his ears, hearing you were dead was less painful than this. He had to go through seeing you tortured now.

Vin turned the knob once more, but it must've been the last turn, as you stopped screaming and slumped down. A drop of blood trickled down your nose, and your fists slowly unclenched.

"Oh.. I did not expect that. Well, I guess that she wasn't that strong after all," the doctor remarked.

Something inside Peter snapped when he heard that. He yanked his hands off and charged at the doctor. His web shooters were still working, but this time he didn't use his webs for non-lethal purposes. He held the doctor to a wall, and watched as his life drained out of him. Peter let him fall down when he was sure the doctor was dead. He turned to Vin next.

Vin tried escaping, but Peter used his webs to slam him to the metal desk. Usually Peter would've thrown up, but this time he felt pleased to see the blood seeping out of his head.

Peter didn't stop there. He walked out of the base, making sure every guard was lying on the ground, lifeless. Only then did he return to the glass chamber.

(Y/N) definitely wouldn't have approved Peter's way of dealing with grief, but she wasn't alive and Peter could do anything he wants to fill the hole in his heart.

He entered the chamber and used his webs to slowly lower (Y/N) to the ground. He promised himself that he wouldn't cry when he held her, but all that went down the drain as soon as she was in his arms.

He cried and cried till he felt himself becoming numb. Why was it always him? He first lost his parents, then his Uncle Ben and now it was (Y/N). Why was it him who always lost people?

Peter slowly carried (Y/N) out. There he saw the Avengers looking at him disapprovingly. Tony walked up to him and took (Y/N)'s lifeless body from him. He hates letting her go, but he had other plans.

Peter quickly took the small pocket knife he kept in his belt and switched it up. He had to do it, there's no point living anymore now. The Avengers would just give him a therapist and tell him to move on.

Peter looked at Tony leaving with the (Y/N) in his arms, and whispered a quick goodbye to everyone.

"Don't worry (Y/N), I'm coming.." Peter said before he rammed the knife into his chest.

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