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avengers-goddess · a day ago
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all things lost
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dark peter parker, 1.7k words
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Burnsley.
Burnsley was well known for it's violent nature. It all dated back to when Steve Rogers and Tony Stark fell out six years ago.
No-one knew what over but it must have been something bad. The pair used to be best-friends. People took sides and then the whole town split up into two sections.
North Side and South Side.
Tony owned North Side. He practically built it from the ground up. He mostly recruited kids who had just graduated from high-school. Ones who were smart. Ones who would be easily manipulated.
Steve did things different. He didn't recruit the young. Most of the people he took in where ones who came to him- or his little gang's family members. South Side had been abandoned ever since Burnsley existed, so he claimed that without second thought.
And that's just the way things were in Burnsley.
Ever since the fallout, your brother, Bucky, took Steve's side. You weren't shocked. They had been inseperable most of there live's. He urged you to take Steve's side, to join their little gang and be one of them.
You didn't. Instead, you stuck to yourself and got yourself a job in the bar where everyone hung out. Bucky scored you the job, not like Steve would have minded.
Not many people were brave enough to run the bar where all the bikers hung about. Also, Steve had an office set up in the back, so whenever trouble with the North Side started, it usually happened here.
Like now, Steve had just got word that Tony was planning a hit on Dr. Banner's Pharmacy.
Bruce Banner didn't pick a side, but Steve offered to let him set his business up on the South Side. No one knew why but most people thought it was because of the fact Bruce used to hide Steve out when he was running from Tony.
"What are we going to do?" Sam asked Steve, who was running his hands through his hair due to frustration. You watched closely as he was clearly lost in his thoughts.
You knew how much Bruce meant to him, so seeing him like this was expected. Bucky looked equally as worried as he paced up and down.
"We can get some men to guard it. Hide Bruce out in the safehouse," Sam said and Steve stopped his actions, furrowing his eyebrows. "Good idea, Sam."
"We need someone to get Bruce," Wanda informed from her seat. All of a sudden, all eyes moved to you. The breath hitched in your throat as their eyes stalked you.
"No," you gritted out in annoyance. You did not want to pick sides. The only reason you stayed in this town was for your brother.
"Please, Y/N. They won't expect you to turn up."
Bucky's words spiralled around in your head. This was practically Dr. Banner's life in your hands. He used to babysit you for god's sake. And how could you deny your brother?
"Fine, but if anything happens Buck..."
"It won't. If it does, we'll get them back. Ten times harder." Steve promised. You took a deep breath and before you knew it, Wanda was throwing your car keys in your direction.
Catching them, you grabbed your jacket before leaving the bar, starting your car and driving off into the direction of the Pharmacy.
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"Dr. Banner?"
You pushed the door open slowly, jumping at the sound the bell made. Placing your hand on your heart out of shock, you stood still for a second to catch your breath.
There was nothing here. No Dr. Banner. Not that you could see anyway.
Slowly, you made your way to the back. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw smashed glass behind the counter. A splot of blood was on a piece of it and you felt your heart pace quicken up when you realised the door to the back was ajar.
Whoever was in there, must be hurt.
"Dr Banner?" You said it more harsher this time. A bang was heard from the back room. By now, you felt like your heart was going to tear it's way out of your chest.
You were contemplating whether or not to enter the room. What if something happened to you?
Before you knew it, you were entering the room. A gasp left your lips when Dr. Banner was tied up. Cellotape was wrapped around his mouth and his wrists and ankles were bound with rope.
Grabbing a pair of scissors from the table, you cut the ropes and carefully pulled the tape from his face. "Y/N. Thank god," he cried out and his arms wrapped around your shaking figure.
"W-who did this to you, Bruce?"
"Peter. Peter Parker."
The name rang a bell. It rang several bells. Peter used to be your classmate. You even considered yourself friends at one point. But when Tony took him under his wing, you couldn't bring yourself to see him.
Steve would probably go insane if he found out you were friends. So you stopped. For his good, and your own.
"Come on. Before he comes back to burn the place down."
He stood from the floor and it was then when you noticed the blood trickling down his arm. You didn't question it but when you were fleeing the building, you grabbed some bandages for the wound.
"Y/N!"
The shout of your name very much caught your attention. And especially the person who was screaming it. Peter Parker was stood on the other side of the car-park, with a baseball bat in his hands.
A tub of gasoline was in the other and you took a shaky breath before whispering to Bruce, "Get in the car."
"But Y/n-"
"Do it, Bruce."
He obeyed and quickly jumped into the passenger seat of your red chevrolet. Peter came closer towards you approached him aswell. His eyes ran up and down your body and it made you feel queasy.
Ever since you could remember, Peter had always had a crush on you. MJ said all he used to speak about was how beautiful your smile was or how your face was carved by angels.
"You know I can't let you get away. Tony would kill me."
"Not even for an old friend, Parker?"
"No, Barnes. Not even for an old friend."
His attack came from nowhere and before you knew it, he swung his bat in your direction. Luckily, you managed to move backwards and your fist swung, hitting his jaw.
You should have expected it. His face to be rock hard. What you didn't expect was his reaction. Peter flipped you over onto the hood of your car, making you gasp at the sudden contact. His hand struck your face and you hissed when you felt the blood trickle down it.
You kicked your knee up into his groin and smirked when he keeled over in pain. Quickly, you gave him one last kick before diving into the driver's seat. "Jesus, Y/n. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," you huffed out and pushed the hair out of your face before starting the car. Peter stood up just as you accelerated and it took you all your might to not run him over.
Instead, you reversed and turned, taking the back road which led into the woods. "Say goodbye to your Pharmacy, Banner!"
Bruce's eyebrows raised and you said, "Forget it. Steve will fix it. At least your alive."
"Where are we going?"
"Steve's safehouse. You'll be fine there until they sort you out a new place to live."
Nothing more was said in the ride up to the safehouse, but Bruce was bleeding more and more. You noticed a cut above your eye from when Peter hit you and you had a sore back.
After about fifteen minutes, you arrived at the familiar house. Sam was stood outside and you could make out a gun in his hands. You flashed your headlights twice, which was the usual signal to know you were friendly.
He raised his hand and the gates opened. Driving closer, Steve and Bucky ran out of the front door, Wanda hot on their tail. As you both got out, Bucky and Wanda ran to you whilst Steve ran to Bruce's side.
"I'm fine," you said when the pair of them were worrying over your cuts and bruises. "Bruce is bleeding, probably lost a lot of blood."
"Thank you, Y/n."
Steve's thanks made you look over at him. Bruce was now being whisked away by Clint and Sam. "Never again!" You shouted. Bucky tried to reach you but Steve put his arm out in front of him, stopping him from doing so.
You scoffed at the action and gave one last glare to Steve, before getting back into your car, reversing away from the house.
Looking out of your mirror, you watched as Bucky began shouting at Steve who only looked on as you dissapeared down the road.
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As you turned the road, the rain started to come down hard. The weather in Burnsley had always been bad, but this was one of the worst things you'd seen.
Turning on the radio, you relaxed when Bob Marley was playing. When you turned the road to approach your house, you noticed the redness in the sky.
Confusion etched your features as the police and fire engines were lined up on your street. That's when you realised it- it was your's and Bucky's house.
"Oh my god," you gasped, hitting the brakes just outside your house. You recognized Thor, who worked with the fire department. "What's happened?!"
"Miss Barnes. W-we don't know what happened. All we know, is that some neighbours said they saw someone driving off in a black camaro. You growled when you realised who drove that car.
Peter Parker.
"I'll kill him!" You yelled and dived back in your car, heading to his house, where you knew he'd be hiding out.
"I'll get, you little fucker."
By now, Bucky should be getting word on the fact your house was up in flames. And the fact you drove off into the direction off Peter's place. Hopefully, back up should arrive soon.
Even though you vowed you didn't want to be between this whole war Tony and Steve had going on, the North Side had hit your weak spot. The place you and Bucky grew up. The only things you had left of your parents, your older sister.
Now, they were all gone.
All thanks to Peter.
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anxiousnerdwritings · 7 days ago
Hi, for marvel love letters, maybe a romantic Peter Parker writing to his obsession that is hesitant toward his love?
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Dear (Name),
You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen the way you’ve been keeping to yourself even more than before, especially when I’m around. Or how you try to make yourself as small as possible hoping I won’t notice you, I always notice you. Or how you shy away or scurry off whenever I get close to you.
I know my confession came out more jumbled and intense then I wanted but I just couldn’t contain myself. I’m sure it overwhelmed you and I’m sorry for that but you could at least be honest with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, that’s the last thing I would ever want to do. But being able to finally tell you how much you mean to me and how in love I’ve been with you for God knows how long just felt too good.
You don’t need to give me an answer or even return my feelings right now. I just needed to tell you how I felt. If you need time then that’s perfectly fine. I’ve waited this long, I can wait awhile longer. But please don’t shut me out or run from me again. I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to hide or keep anything from. I’m here for you and that’s never going to change.
Call me whenever you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here to listen.
-Peter
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mypoisonedvine · 16 days ago
OH! this is an idea that has lived in my head rent free for MONTHS. barista!peter at like a small coffee shop. not v mainstream. not many customers but reader comes in several times a week to study/do work and is always so nice to peter! always smiles at him, asks about his day, leaves some money in the tip jar. he’s got a crush. plain and simple. one day he sees reader outside of the coffee shop and is genuinely surprised when she calls his name and approaches him as if they’re friends. she introduces herself to May and jokes with her so easily before being on her way. and that’s when he’s certain that she’s for him. so the next time she comes in, he’ll add an extra something in her drink when she isn’t looking. and when she wakes up, they’ll be together.
askgjahsjgh YESS!! dark peter is just *chefs kiss*
You woke up to the smell of coffee.  It made you smile right away, before your eyes were even open, as you started to stretch your limbs.
Or, you were going to, but something stopped you.  You couldn’t move; your eyes shot open and darted around.  Ropes, that was what kept you still, tied at your wrists and ankles.  And this wasn’t your apartment, that became obvious very quickly.  And you couldn’t remember how you got here, or what happened last night... you didn’t even know what day it was.
Which led you to one very important question: who’s making coffee?
As footsteps approached the door at the foot of the bed you were tied to, you suddenly weren’t so sure you were ready to know.
You certainly weren’t prepared for the face on the other side of the door as it swung open.
“Peter?!” you gasped.
“Good morning,” he grinned, holding up a mug.  “I made your usual... want a sip?  Should help those drugs wear off so you’re not too groggy.”
“Peter... what’s going on?” you mumbled as he stepped closer, kneeling by the side of the bed so he was eye-to-eye with you.
“I think we both know what’s been going on,” he responded cryptically.  “I just cut to the chase.  I figured we should stop dancing around each other.”
You furrowed your brow.  “Peter, I-- I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way that I do,” he chuckled.  “It’s sort of obvious.  I mean, I wasn’t sure for a while, it was sort of too good to be true at first but... we’re so meant for each other.  It’s too strong to deny anymore.”
Hot tears stung your eyes as you realized how twisted this was, how deranged he was when you thought he was a friend.  Most of all, you were realizing that he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.
“What do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much, but he seemed confused by your question.
“What do you mean?” he countered.  “I want the same thing you do.  I want us to be together.”
“Peter,” you hissed through your teeth, fear shifting into anger, “when two people want the same thing, one of them usually doesn’t need to tie the other one up to make them do it.”
“Well, these are just to make sure you don’t try anything silly now that you’re awake,” he explained, sounding almost hurt if not just flabbergasted at your anger.  Did he really not expect you to react negatively to this?  “I figured it might be a bit jarring at first, but that if you behaved you could get out of the ropes by the end of the day, even sooner.”
You tugged on the ropes in question as you started to squirm and kick.  “I swear to fucking god, Peter...”
“What... honey, what are you doing?” he asked bewilderedly.
“Don’t call me honey!” you barked.  “You’re fucking crazy, Peter, I just wanted coffee!”
Everything came to a screeching halt when he stood up and threw the mug at the wall by you; you flinched as pieces of ceramic flew with a crash and a clatter, hot coffee splattering all over the white wall.  You yelped when he grabbed your face, glaring down at you with rage in his eyes.  “I know you love me, too.  You’re the crazy one, leading me on and then acting surprised when I don’t let you get away with it.  You’re the fucking crazy one if you think you’re ever getting out of these ropes with that attitude.”
You started to sob as you forced your eyes shut.
“I’ll come back when I think your attitude has had enough time to improve,” he decided as he stepped back, staring at you coldly.  “Don’t scream for help, all you’ll do is hurt your throat.”
“Peter, wait-- I’m sorry!” you choked on your gasp, but he was already storming out, locking the door behind him; locking you in.
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inscribeddiatribes · 24 days ago
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Yandere Avengers With A Reader That Loses Hope
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Warning: Mentions of depression, punishment, violence, Yandere elements, anger, obsession, or isolation. NONE of the violent or invasive acts depicted in this work should be done or encouraged in real life. Don’t read ahead if these topics make you uncomfortable.
A/N: This has taken quite some time for me to write. Sorry for the wait!
Aged-up Peter (18+)
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Steve Rogers
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Steve will probably go through the five stages of grief.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
At first, he refuses to believe that anything is wrong with you. He’ll continue to pretend that everything is normal.
Then anger will hit him. A million questions run through his mind. How dare you ignore him? He gives you everything you want and you treat him like this? Why are you doing this to him?
All his threats seem to bounce right off of you.
He’ll beg for your forgiveness after that. He’ll promise that you’ll receive better treatment and more freedom if you stop withdrawing.
Eventually, Steve acknowledges that you just might be too far gone.
One thing is for sure, Steve won’t let you go.
He’ll continue on with his own dreams and goals. You’ll just be forced to come along for the ride.
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Tony Stark
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Tony will start off by cracking jokes about your silence and attempting to tease you.
He’ll come to realize how serious it is when you don’t even scoff at his ridiculous jokes.
Tony isn’t great when it comes to feelings or mental health, so he resorts to what he knows best... gift giving.
He’ll offer to buy you whatever you want. Diamonds, devices, even an island.
He’ll just start leaving gifts in your room if you continue to give him the cold shoulder.
Tony lives off of people reacting to him, so someone he cares about ignoring him will really get to him.
Tony will eventually offer to give you some space by allowing you stay in your own apartment.
He’ll even allow you to visit friends and family... after he warns you that they’ll go missing if you tell them anything about his behavior.
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Thor Odinson
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Thor has lost so many people over the years.
You being checked out would hurt him to the core.
To him, it’s almost like he’s lost you too.
It’d most likely cause him to sink into depression.
Half of his days will probably be spent trying to get you to interact with him in some way.
The other half of his days will be spent wallowing in his own self pity.
Thor is probably one of the few Avengers that would let you go.
He eventually realizes that he doesn’t want to drag you down any further.
With great reluctance, he’d let you go.
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Peter Parker
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Peter will be heartbroken.
You’ll soon be exposed to a different type of desperation.
He just wants you to be happy again.
Peter will do anything to make that happen.
Begging, crying, he’ll even get on his knees and beg. He knows no shame.
He doesn’t care even care that you were always resistant, he just needs you.
Peter will try to make things right by taking you out on “dates”, pampering you, etc.
It’s not enough.
He can’t stand to see you like that.
Letting you go won’t repair the damage he’s caused, but it’s a start.
Peter will always be lurking around, he just won’t have enough courage to talk to you again though.
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Doctor Stephen Strange
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Stephen probably would have noticed your behavior when it was beginning to start.
He doesn’t talk to you very much, but he’s still an expert when it comes to your behavior (thanks to his powers).
Stephen will probably try have a bit of a heart to heart with you to reassure you that he cares.
After finding out the extent of your hopelessness, he’s extremely worried and unsure of what to do.
He could either alter your behavior and thoughts or do things the hard way by trying to get you to come back to yourself naturally.
Strange will use what he learned in medical school to mentally get through to you. That will only last for so long though.
If you don’t start returning to normal, you better believe his powers will be making an appearance.
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thefieryphoenix · 25 days ago
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MY SLEEPING BEAUTY~ A Yandere Peter Parker Oneshot
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I do NOT own the gif, got it from Google :)
You were such a pretty delicate cute fragile little thing in Peter's eyes. The way you chewed your lip when you were anxious or nervous was so cute to him..... you reminded him of a little cute adorable baby bunny and yes, baby boi here developed something more deeper than an innocent crush.... he had a crazed obsession for you but he'd stutter and become a blushing flustered mess while talking to you. However he won't hesitate to make a person back the HECK away from you if he thinks they're getting too close to you
Peter likes watching you drinking and admiring your beauty from far normally as well as Spiderman. He'll stalk you home under the pretense of patrol and will make sure your safe and secure at your home, sleeping cozily on your bed like a curled up kitten
Ever wondered what that sudden rush of wind was or you clearly remember shutting your window last night? Well, that's Peter for ya, or the friendly Spiderman checking if you were doing all right. He liked to watch you sleep, focusing on your soft breathing as your chest rises and falls slightly. Sometimes, he'll even come in bed and snuggle with you only to leave a few hours before you got up and yes, he'll gently kiss the top of your forehead when you nuzzle into him or cuddle back into the unknown force that's holding you
You were lovely to him and even more lovely in the night which was PRECISELY why he'd watch you sleep and visit you in the night. Oh he HAD to, your plump rosy soft lips were too addicting for him to resist you for too long
"Oh darling Y/N'' he sighed as he lay in your bed with you. "If only you knew how much I love you, what I'm going to do to you when we're together'' he chuckled slightly and caressed your cheek lovingly. "Don't worry, Spiderman will save you from your life, I know how hard it is for you sweetheart, exams and tests and studies and on top of that you're even working at that god damn coffee shop where people have the guts to ask you for your number! Don't worry darling, I'll keep you safe from all this no matter what. Leave it all to me~"
Unable to control himself, he reaches down to your neck and as you squirm slightly and sigh, he just shushes you gently and mumbles, "I'll kiss you and take such good care of you. Isn't that what you want my love?"
He peppered your face with light kisses, worshipping you. He lay in bed for some more time with you and then as he glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table, he curses that it was time for him to get going and places a gentle kiss to your lips and says, "Don't worry my sleeping beauty, we'll be together soon. The thought of kissing you and having you is too addicting~" and strokes your cheek lovingly with his thumb
"Sweet dreams my cute little sleeping beauty, I'll be back for you and then we can live a happy life together~"
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chaoticgaysstuff · 26 days ago
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The Spider and His Villain | Yandere Peter Parker x Male! Reader
A/N: Hope everyone likes it!
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It's official, you have screwed up.
Everything seemed to be going great at first, you managed to hook up a small device by the bank which would cause it to erupt into flames. From what you saw, there weren't that many people in the building when you pressed the button. 
You were counting on Iron Man or Captain America showing up, so you could take them out. Instead, you got the Spider. 
And the Spider managed to kick your mask off your face, causing him to see your face and to be the first person to know your true identity. Your dad is not going to be happy when he finds out.
Spiderman seemed to pause in his movements, finally taking a look at your face and you were somehow able to see that his eyes were wide.
"Y/N?" The wall-crawler questioned and you didn't hear him say your name, because you were too focused on how to get out of this situation and how much trouble you were going to get in.
Seeing an opportunity to strike now, you quickly kicked Spiderman in his chest, sending him down the ground as you picked up your mask and bag and backflipped off the roof. 
In any good or bad situation, you love to make an exit.
Peter stood up from the ground and stared at the spot where you disappeared, still not entirely believing who he just saw. 
Y/N L/N. Peter's obsession. The person who made him realize his sexuality was a villain. He couldn't believe it. He had to do something. He had to make you see that you shouldn't hurt anyone anymore. 
The friendly neighborhood Spiderman would kidnap you if he needed to. He couldn't allow this to go on any longer and he loved you with all his heart and would make you realize. 
Using your superspeed, you quickly ran back to your house and changed into your civilian clothes in the garage before entering your home. 
"Anybody home!" You called out, shutting the door behind you. 
Footsteps were running down the stairs and you knew that was your little  brother, "Y/N!" Chris ran over to you excitedly, embracing you into a hug. 
You smiled down at your brother and picked him up and he wraps his small arms around you, "Hey buddy! How was school today?" You asked, walking into the living room. 
"Great! I got an A on my spelling test!" 
"Awesome! Great job, buddy!" You exclaimed, feeling proud of your little brother's grades and that he was doing better than you. He giggled into your neck and kept his arms around you. 
Just then, another pair of footsteps that obviously belonged to your dad was heard walking into the living room, wearing an expensive three-piece gray tailored suit, eyes trained on you. 
"Glad to see that your home, son." Dad said, "Let's go talk in the study alone." 
"Why can't I be there for your talks?"
"Because this talk is for grown-ups, Chris. Once you turn eighteen, you'll be able to. Now, go upstairs and watch TV while I speak with your brother alone." 
Seven-year-old Chris complied with his order and went upstairs as you followed him into his study. 
"Did you do exactly what I asked you to do?" Dad asked, sitting on his desk. 
"Yes, I snuck into weapon X's base and retrieved the flash drive you wanted, and the bank erupted in flames and the money you requested is in the bag." You answered calmly, not once faltering or stuttering over your words as you gave him the bag. 
One thing you couldn't figure out was why your dad wanted you to steal cash from the bank. You guys did not need the money whatsoever. 
When your dad asked you to do things like this for him, you didn't want to hurt people, but from today's experience, you just might have and guilt rose inside your chest. 
Your dad took the bag and opened it up, seeing that the money and flash drive was indeed in the bag. He looked back up at you and smiled at you gracefully. 
"You did a good job, my son. Glad that you haven't screwed up this business." Dad congratulated and you averted your eyes, so they wouldn't meet your dad's. Of course, your father was able to catch onto the fact that you couldn't look him in the eyes and his emotionless eyes darkened in an instant like clouds on a rainy day, "Did you screw up, Y/N? And  look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you." 
You looked up at your father in his eyes, his cold E/C that matched yours, drilling into you hard. He was going to be very disappointed, but you have no choice. He'd force the truth out of you if he needed to. 
"I had a run-in with Spiderman after, I took the money from the bank and -" You visibly gulped, afraid to continue. 
"And...?" 
"And he kicked my mask off and saw my face." 
Silence, complete and utter silence. 
The silence seemed to stretch on for some time. You looked down at the ground, waiting for your dad to give off some sort of reaction to your answer. 
"WHAT?!" 
The lamp that was on your dad's desk was knocked off by him and was sent flying onto the other side of the room. 
You flinched at his reaction and finally looked up at him. Oh, he looked pissed. 
He pulled you by the hem of your shirt with one hand and wrapped this hand around your throat with the other, his bulky ring digging into your delicate skin that would probably cause a bruise to form. 
"How could you screw this up for me? Was it seriously that hard just to keep your mask on, huh?" Dad yelled at the top of his lungs, releasing you and pushed you against the wall as you heard his coffee mug break. 
"I didn't mean for that to happen-" 
"I don't want to hear any excuses! Now, hold out your wrist for me." 
You let out a tired sigh, holding out your wrist, and watched as it clicked into place, your movements becoming slow for a few seconds before dissolving. 
"Now, I have work to do. Get out of my office immediately." Dad ordered and you left the room without a glance back. 
You went to your room and flopped down on the bed. It was so pathetic how you craved your dad's approval and would do anything he said just to make him somewhat proud of you. 
And now you've managed to piss him off. Just fucking great. 
The door to your room creaked open and you looked over to see Chris slowly entering your room, his stuffed penguin in his hands. 
"Hey Chris, what are you doing here?" 
"I heard dad yelling at you," He muttered quietly and sadly, sitting down on your bed, "So, I wanted to check on you." 
"That's sweet of you, but you don't have to worry about your big bro. I'm okay." 
Chris nodded, not entirely convinced, "But, why does he yell at you?" 
"Dad doesn't mean to yell at me. He's just," You paused for a brief second, "Stressed, but he's better now, so what do you want to do for the time being?" You asked, changing the subject. 
You didn't know why you were making up excuses and defending your dad, but all you knew was that you didn't want Chris to know the real reason behind the yelling. 
Can we watch a movie?" Chris asked you eagerly, hoping you'd say yes. 
"Sure buddy," You replied, "What do you want to watch? And no horror movies." 
Chris groaned, "C'mon. Please, Y/N." He pleaded softly, giving you those puppy dog eyes. You did not want to give into him, but his puppy dog eyes always manage to work. 
"Fine." You finally gave in, picking up the remote off of the table and putting on a scary movie as Chris cheered happily. 
He sat next to you on the bed as you pressed play. Insidious was the movie you both decided on. A bunch of screams and jumps had happened throughout the movie. Honestly, you were scared shitless and you could tell Chris was scared, too. The person who directed this movie sure did go all out to make it scary for its viewers. You both watched a few more movies. Some comedies and thrillers before you both fell asleep on your bed. 
XXXXX XXXXX 
In chemistry class, the teacher stood in the center of the room, explaining what work they were going to have to do as Peter's eyes watched you like a hawk. 
You were trying to listen to the teacher teach and did that thing where you bite your lip when you were confused, but trying to figure it out. Peter thought that was the hottest thing ever. 
He also thought you looked hot in the photos he took of you. He had pictures of you on the wall in his bedroom and even made a collage with pictures of you that he took. Pictures consisted of you in your bedroom with him hidden in the closet, you walking down the street, and when you were hanging out with friends. 
His obsession with you ran deep, despite you being a villain. He still loves you and will make sure that you change your ways. After all, who better to help you than Spiderman himself? He'll make you love him as well. 
The bell rang, signaling the end of class and people started piling out fast.
"Hey, Peter." 
The sweet, soothing sound of your voice caused Peter to stop what he was doing and looked up at you who had a smile on your face. Peter's heart race increased when you sent him that beautiful smile that he has been yearning for. 
"Hey Y/N. You know my name?" He muttered, feeling quite nervous. 
"Of course I do and since you're the smartest person in this class, do you think you could tutor me? Because I'm horrible at Chemistry." 
Peter blushed from the compliment you gave him. You thought that he was the smartest person in class? On the outside, he acted calm and collected, but on the inside, he was ecstatic that you thought that about him. For a villain, you are quite nice which is one reason why Peter fell for you so hard. 
"I could definitely tutor you today!" 
"Awesome! See you later, dude." You said and walked out of the classroom. 
The wall-crawler stared after you, watching that fine ass of yours. 
That dewy, sweet scent of yours entered his nostrils the moment you stepped near him and he had to resist the urge to breathe in your scent. He was so glad that he stole your jacket from your closet when he snuck into your house, he only stole it until he could have you for himself. 
In the back of Peter's mind, he wondered why his spidey senses didn't go off when he was near you. 
It wasn't until you both were at your lockers which were about three lockers away from each other, he listened into your conversation. 
"Seriously man, since when did you start wearing bracelets?" 
"I don't," You shut your locker and leaned against it, "But I have to wear it and it's not a bracelet. It's a device that blocks my powers because my dad doesn't want me to use them unless it benefits him. He's the only one who can take it off." 
"Damn Y/N. Your dad suck, man." 
"Tell me something I don't know."
You and Landon walked to lunch and Peter stared after you both. 
Interesting, so your powers are blocked? This was perfect. He didn't have to ask Mr. Stark if there was a way to block your powers. It would be easier to take you for himself now. 
He went to lunch and sat next to Ned with MJ at their table, talking amongst themselves. 
Suddenly, Peter looked at your table to see that your friend, Landon had his arms wrapped around you and was awfully touchy touchy with you. 
You laughed at something Landon said, but appeared to be very comfortable with his arms around you. Jealousy sparked inside Peter's chest and he accidentally smashed his soda can, getting it over the table and on Ned and MJ's food. 
"Whoa, dude!" 
"What was that for, loser!" 
"Sorry guys." Peter apologized, blushing a bit red as he helped them clean up the mess that was caused by him. 
He would have to take you quickly, so he could turn his fantasy into a reality. 
When school finally let out, Peter saw you outside the school, leaning against the wall as you waited for him to come out. 
He took you back to his place and sat in the living room as he helped you with chemistry since Aunt May was out. 
No way you were entering his room since he had pictures of you littered all over his room. It would be really bad if you managed to see what was in there. 
Peter explained the question you asked him thoroughly and understandably, even though it still sounded like a jumbled mess. 
You worked on the problem and Peter watched as you bit your lip in concentration, working on the question and he wanted to feel those lips on his own. 
"Okay, did I do it right?" You asked, handing him your worksheet as he took it, looking over what you've done. 
Peter smiled at you, "You got it right!" 
"Finally!" 
You threw your hands up in happiness that you finally got the problem right with Peter sitting pretty close to you on the couch. Both of you worked on a few more before you went to the bathroom and Peter went inside his room, taking down the photos of you that he had on the wall. 
He heard you exit the bathroom just as he managed to hide the last photo of you. He picked up some clothes off the floor and his heart stopped when he turned around to see that you picked up the scrapbook he had made of you off his desk. Peter totally forgot that he left that out. Oh boy, this was not good. 
You stared in horror at the images you were seeing. Images of you sleeping, walking down the street, you sitting in your car with Landon, you modeling for Landon in only your boxers when he asked you to model for him, and so much more. 
"What the hell is this, Peter?!" 
"I-It's not what it looks like, Y/N!" 
You quickly reached for that dagger that you kept in your sneakers, but Peter quickly shoots a web at your hand and you fell back against the wall and he shoots a web at your other hand. 
"Freakin' Spiderman!" You exclaimed in anger and annoyance. Anger at Peter and annoyance with your father because he bound your powers when you needed them, "Let me go, Peter!" 
Peter shook his head and walked over to you, caressing your face softly, "I can't do that, Y/N. You mean too much to me and I'm so in love with you. It's okay. Now, we can be together." 
"I don't want to be with you! You're sick, and I'm supposed to be the villain here! I'd rather date Landon or even Flash for crying out loud than you!" 
Peter gripped your jaw tightly and gave you a dark look as you let out a small hiss, "I don't appreciate you talking to me like that. You're being really rude to the love of your life and I won't tolerate it. No one will have you, especially not Landon or Flash. Not any girl, or boy, or even creature for that matter." 
"You're not the love of my life!" You screamed at him, trying to get free. 
You really shouldn't be yelling at him since he does have you stuck to the wall, but you were a villain, so it was expected and you weren't going to bow down to him. 
"Oh, my sweet, sweet Y/N," He cooed softly, taking a syringe out of his pocket and you started to panic, trying to get this spider web off you, "I'm the love of your life and will remind you of how much you belong to me, and how much I belong to you until we take our very last breaths." 
He jammed it into your neck and you felt the substance enter your body and the world started to fade around you before you were welcomed to darkness. 
You didn't fall due to the spider webs that were keeping you against the wall. 
Peter put his hands back on your face, smiling at you, loving the fact that he finally had you all to himself. 
His obedient broken doll.
XXXXX XXXXX 
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thefieryphoenix · 26 days ago
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A Yandere Peter Parker Oneshot
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The Gif ain't mine, it was uploaded by Jubs on we heart it and credits to them :) And let's get to it
It's been 2 months since the so called friendly neighborhood spiderman decided to bring you under his care and so far, it wasn't that bad. He was treating you right and although you were livid and pissed off at him like HELL, like you wanted to fling a plate at him everytime you see him (How can you fling a plate at this ball of sunshine here???!!! I mean just look at the bby boi here), he made you your favorite food, didn't restrain you that much and wasn't a pervert. Though he was clingy AF and was with you 24/7, he gave you whatever you wanted and asked for, except for your freedom of course
You felt so conflicted these days..... something was stirring deep within you when he smiled at you or touched you these days...... and you didn't understand why your heart would ache if he said that he had to go for patrols. Could it be you were falling for him? No, you couldn't.... he was your kidnapper for Olympus's sake! As your mind was plagued by thoughts like these, you glanced up from the book you were reading and saw Peter in his spiderman suit and said, "Sweetheart, I'm going for patrol, I'll be back in an hour and be a good girl, all right? Love you~" he smiled and placed a soft kiss to your lips and your forehead and shut the door. You first thought of finally escaping but something told you he'd just find you again and make you regret it and so, you stayed put, watching the clock as time ticked by. By now you were sure that you had fallen for your captor and you were incredibly bored and wished for him to return as fast as he could
An hour passed and soon another. Pretty soon, 3 hours passed and he still hadn't arrived and you were worrying slightly now. 'What happened? Hope he's all right and where TF is he? Wait..... why am I getting worried for him? He kidnapped me! Could I be falling in love with him?
While you were thinking all this, you saw Peter stumble through the door covered in nasty scars, bruises and blood and you let out a little shriek, carrying him to your shared bed. ''Oh gods.... what happened?" you asked him. "I'm fine sweetheart, no need to worry'' he let out a little chuckle and you just glared at him and said, "No, lie down mister. I'm going to have those wounds of yours treated whether you want me to or not and I don't give a DAMN what you say right now....''you growled and went to find a first aid kit. After you finished bandaging him up, he looked at you and smiled and asked softly, "Were worried about me?" You wanted to lie. You wanted to tell him that you literally couldn't care less even if he got shot in front of your eyes but somehow.... your heart and your mind didn't allow you to
"Yes'' you answered back quietly and you sniffed and continued, "What the hell were you thinking? You leave me all alone in this place and the next minute you show up looking injured.... Just... promise me you'll be safe from now on, please!" you finished in small whimpering voice with tears glistening in your eyes. Oh how Peter hated to see you cry, it broke his little heart into pieces
He pulled you into his chest and as you were crying softly, releasing all the negative emotions and pent up stress and anger you had in the past few weeks, he held you, comforted you and whispered sweet things into your ears promising you how everything would be al right and nothing will happen to him and he'll protect you till his last breath
You made him some soup and after you were done ensuring he was okay and rubbed some ointment on his scars though he winced slightly, he adored how soft, small and gentle you and your hands were.... YOU were taking care of HIM!!! It truly was the second best day of his life (The first was after he met you and talked to you for the first time). While you were sleeping with him, he held you and thought that he could get injured more often so he could have you taking care of him. It felt so nice.....The way you were worried about him, the look of worry and panic in your beautiful eyes was for HIM! Oh how ADORABLE you looked!
"Don't worry darling, I won't let anything happen to us and come between us. I'll keep you safe no matter what~" he thought and kissed your fore head. You were his at all costs and there was NOTHING anyone could do anything about it~
I'm really sorry if this was utter nonsense and I have exams from tomorrow and I'm freaking out TvT!!!!!!! P.S: Still open for requests :)
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anxiousnerdwritings · 29 days ago
*whispering quietly* how about a Peter Parker one to a romantic darling?
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Dear (Name),
I’m so nervous, even now my hand is shaking as I try and write this letter to you. You seem to always have a way of turning me into a nervous wreck. It’s not a bad thing or anything. It just makes it a lot harder to try and talk to you.
Even when I thought I could at least accomplish this as a means of telling you what I’ve been holding in and not look like a huge idiot, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I guess it just goes to show how bad I have it for you, huh.
Geez, all I want is to be able to talk to you. Or hell, even just be able to be near you without falling apart.
I probably sound pathetic, don’t I?
Maybe, I’ll try again in person. If that doesn’t work then I could always go the Spider-Man route. I just have to try and not get too ahead of myself.
Baby steps, Pete. Baby steps.
Besides, it’s not like you’ll be reading this. Not anymore at least. No, I’ll try again later.
-Peter
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davinagreece · a month ago
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fandoms i’ll write for once i start posting:
marvel ( wanda, peter parker, enchantress )
american horror story ( tate, madison, michael )
miraculous ( adrien, chat noir/blanc, luka, felix )
pretty little liars ( y/n as a liar )
creepypasta ( eyeless jack, jane the killer, ticci toby )
**I ACCEPT REQUESTS BUT THESE ARE WHAT I’LL PERSONALLY WRITE ABOUT**
i write a lot of yandere and angst lolz
i’ll post my first wanda story tomorrow!!
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giorno-plays-piano · a month ago
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Playing horror games as a yandere writer is a very funny thing.
“A ghost? Omg he looks like Peter with long hair!!”
“Peter stfu if you wanna make me dine with you go wipe that damn blood off my plate and order some pizza”
“Peter pls no need to crawl on the floor, I already have hard time doing your laundry ”
“Omg you brought me those dead bodies as a gift?? Thank you hun, but next time please try Sephora”
“What?? Let you into my soul?? Pfft baby you’ve been there since I moved in with your ghost”
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jedimastermelkor · a month ago
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SWEET DREAMS
PART TWO
Bucky Barnes and Reader | ?Avenger and Reader
SUMMARY:  Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you've caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?
WARNING: yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.  
WORD COUNT:  2.4k
This is not beta read, so mistakes are my own. Life happened to me in the past few days, so I couldn’t update this sooner, but now here we go!
SERIES MASTERLIST
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“... Are you even listening to me?” Steve asked with slight worry in his tone. You took your job very seriously and were probably the only one actually paying attention to his talk usually. But today your eyes were glassy as if you were lost in your own dreamland.
“Huh...?” You shook yourself out of your thoughts. The first thing you had done this morning after breaking the plate was to flee your house. You had this sixth sense that the person was still in your house. You had looked everywhere and hadn’t seen him, yet you knew. Well, it could be a ‘her’ too.
You had dressed up in haste and left for the avenger's tower. Unlike every day, your hair wasn’t made. The tower was the house of the earth’s mightiest heroes, you thought you would be safe there. The pancakes, and the shards of the glass were still strewn across the floor when you left. Though your expressive rug meant a lot to you, you hadn’t dared to clean it up.
You still didn’t know who it was. You couldn’t even point out suspects. You hadn’t felt ever before as if you were followed. Or maybe you were just too tired to notice. Also, with the precision the person had cooked, it definitely wasn’t his first time in your house. You wondered how long had he been visiting your house and what all he had seen.
For a second you considered it might be one of the avengers. After all, it had started just as you began working for the avengers. But you cancelled the thought just as it sprung. Why would an avenger stalk you and go to the pain of cooking you breakfast?
It might be one of their enemies? But then, you would be dead by now. You were so confused you wanted to pull your hair. And why you? All your life people had been intimidated by you. You weren’t going to lie, you liked it. But it had inevitably put off many men.
But then, suddenly out of nowhere, someone decided to stalk you? Was there actually someone who liked you? Someone who wasn’t afraid of your strict demeanor and decided to take the efforts to see underneath. Someone who finally saw who you were; a person yearning for love?
The thought that you were finally seen by someone sent butterflies to your stomach. It was actually nice of him to cook you breakfast. It was thoughtful indeed... Wait! What were you thinking?
You were being stalked. And you weren’t supposed to like it. You were supposed to be cringed by it. But then why were you feeling nice? Why were you hoping that probably he would show up tomorrow? You were surely slipping into insanity.
The more you thought about all that happened in the morning, the more you believed the gesture to be sweet and caring. In the morning, you were scared and petrified, now, not so much.
“Are you fine? You look a little worried.” Steve knitted his eyebrows and placed a hand on the table in front of him, bending towards you. “I’m sorry Steve. I just got a little lost.” You said giving him a soft smile.
“You can tell us if something is bothering you. You know that right, boss?” Tony asked. He called you boss despite you telling him not to. Though you managed their schedules and practically signed them assignments, you weren’t ready for them to call you boss.
“Yes, I know that Mr. stark and I appreciate your concern. But I’m good, trust me.” He nodded at that, “Tony, call me Tony.” You chuckled, “Stop calling me boss, and I’ll call you Tony.”
“You don’t have to worry about anything. If you need something you can always ask me.” Peter chimed in. “That’s really kind of you, but no. I don’t need anything at the moment and I think we should continue with the meeting.” You considered for a moment whether you should tell them about today’s breakfast. But then you thought your problem was too meagre to be brought to their notice. They had much important stuff to do.
Bucky sat back in his chair, staring at you. He had observed something was off right since you entered the office. He wanted to ask you; he really did. But he thought you wouldn’t want to talk to him. You acted differently with him than the others, and he thought maybe you were scared of him.
Tony had once joked that you liked Bucky, but he knew it was just a joke. Why would you ever like him. He saw how uncomfortable you got every time he approached you, he saw how you squirmed under his gaze. You were so afraid of him that you stuttered, which you never did in front of anyone else, not even Tony. And he hated that.
He was broken inside, and he wanted someone strong enough to hold his pieces together. And the instant he saw you, he knew it would be you. It was an instant connection that he had never ever felt in his life before. And the more he heard you talk, the more he saw you work, the more he saw you give commands, the more he fell for you.  
What began as an infatuation was now full-blown love. In the beginning he did try to talk to you, a lot. But every time he said something, your cheeks flamed red and he could feel your breath getting hitched. He once tried to take your hand in his and your shook so much he ended up getting worried. Steve had told him that those were the signs that you liked him, but he knew better, he had seen those traits in countless people and the only emotion they felt for him was fear.
He knew something was worrying you today, your hair wasn’t done as usual. Your suit though pressed, had small creases. When you entered the room, your stance was as if you were running from something. And whatever it was, Bucky wanted to punch the shit out of it.
He knew you were lying. You were constantly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while you talked and were avoiding eye contact. But he didn’t speak anything as the meeting continued, he simply stared at you as he did every other day.
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“Ask her!” Steve nudged him as they both walked towards the gym to train for the day. “No. I’m not doing that.” Bucky said adamantly. “Oh, come on. You love her. And she isn’t going to know that if you don’t tell her.”
“It’s better if she doesn’t know. She’ll kick me if I tell her I love her, out of the blue.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Buck, don’t be an idiot. You know what I mean. She is clearly disturbed. Go ask her how she feels. Maybe ask her out on a date...”
“How many times should I tell you punk? It’s rather good if she doesn’t know of my affections. She is scared of me. I don’t want to freak her out any more.” Bucky said sounding tired.
Steve opened his mouth to argue but Bucky shut him, “Don’t tell me that she likes me and all. She doesn’t, she is instead scared of me. And I hate it, but I can’t do much.” Bucky’s shoulders hunched as he puffed out a breath.
“Then at least stop staring at her all the time. You think nobody notices but I do.” Steve said with a chuckle. Steve’s tone was not serious, he just wanted to lighten up the mood. But Bucky took it rather seriously.
“I... I try really hard Steve. I try not to be the winter soldier. But I can’t stop staring at her. I really did my best to stop myself. But she is just too captivating to not see...” Bucky was somewhat slipping and Steve didn’t want that.
“Hey, hey. I understand. It’s fine as long as it doesn’t bother her. But just, don’t try to creep her you know. Don’t... don’t follow her or something.” Steve said the last line slowly testing the waters.
Bucky playfully punched Steve on the chest with his flesh hand. “You know I won’t do that, punk!”
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You didn’t want to go home. You were too worried as to what would be waiting for you there. Though a small or rather large part of you wanted to meet the person.
You thought about doing extra time at your work. But the whole day Peter and Steve had checked up on you and asked you a million questions. Not that you hated it or something, but you were worried about the truth slipping out.
You had this weird feeling that Bucky was looking at you through the glass. The walls in the tower were made of glass and therefore the entire floor was visible to a person, no matter where he sat. Today Bucky had been in one of the offices not very far from you.
You felt his eyes on you like you did a million other times, but whenever you looked up, he definitely wasn’t looking at you. Maybe it was just your lovesick mind playing games. You had hoped a million times that he would come and at least talk with you, but that day never came. It was clear, he wasn’t interested in you, at all.
Getting out of the building and into the parking area, you sat on your car for some time. You didn’t know what to do or where to go. You thought about going to a restaurant, but then it would be super awkward to go alone.
You still remembered those times when you had decided to treat yourself and went to some high-end restaurants and ended up meeting your acquaintances. The pitiful looks they gave you made you sick. They couldn’t possibly understand that a person could be happy by themselves.
So you just started your car and decided to drive through the streets of New York. Living there for years, you knew the routes with the least traffic. You blasted party songs in your car to lighten up your mood.
As the sun finally set and the stars started twinkling, you decided to buy your dinner at a drive through. After taking your dinner, you finally drove home. You took a deep breath and gathered your courage.
If someone wanted to harm you, the harm would’ve been done by now. You said this to yourself and finally got out of the car. You slowly opened the door to your house and peeked inside. After you confirmed no one was there, you entered.
You placed your keys and purse on the table near the door and walked towards the kitchen counter to place the bag with food. You removed your suit and opened the first two buttons of your shirt.
You were about to launch yourself on the couch when you noticed it. There was no rug. Nor was there any trace of the pancakes or the broken shards of the glass plate. You clenched you jaw; that rug was really expensive and went perfectly with the interior of your house. And whoever this person was, decided to just remove it? Where had he even kept it.
You anger and frustration was increased by the fact that you had to waste your time searching for the rug when instead you could’ve just relaxed. You finally found your rug in your trash. The audacity of this person, you thought.
Was he even sane? You didn’t throw away rugs just because some syrup spilt on it. You really liked that rug but now laying in your trash it was a compete waste. You shook your head and decided to walk upstairs to your room to take a long nice bath.
You wanted to search your house and check, but you were just too tired to do anything. But as you were about to start ascending, your door bell rang. You stood straight for a moment without moving a muscle.
You hadn’t ordered anything nor was anyone visiting you. Then who was it on the other side. You quietly tiptoed to the door and checked through your peephole. It was some delivery guy with a parcel.
You opened the door just a little and stuck your face out. The guy confirmed your name and you nodded. “What is this for?” You asked inquisitively. “I don’t really...” he trailed off as he checked the tag on the parcel. “Oh, it’s a carpet.” He said shaking his head.  
Yours was his last delivery and he looked tired. You pouted and definitely must have made a face of dismissal as he continued, “Should I return it?” You shook your head. “Can you tell who has ordered it?” You asked without wasting much time. “Haven’t you ordered it?”
“You know what, just give it to me. Thanks. Have a nice day.” You said as you saw him walking away. He mumbled something back but it was inaudible. You shut the door and walked back in.
You placed the parcel on the floor and stood above it chewing your cheek. After a moment of consideration and you opened the packing only to see a rug very much identical to your previous one.
You shook your head and burst out laughing. Some idiot had thrown away your rug only to buy you a new one. “Are you kidding me?” You said out loud and pressed your hand to your head.
“Who am I even talking to? Are you there, or am I talking to myself? I probably am talking to myself at this moment. I should stop this.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
You considered for a moment to return the parcel, but then he was the one who had thrown it away in the first place, and he ought to buy you another one. You were actually somewhat skeptical of your own sanity as you were begrudgingly or rather happily accepting his gifts. Should you be afraid and paranoid?
You decided to deal with all these thoughts some other day. You finally did go upstairs to unwind yourself. After having a relaxing shower, you sank down on your couch in your pajamas. You randomly began scrolling through the channels on tv, hoping that maybe you’d wake up tomorrow and know this was all an absurd vivid dream.
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chaoticgaysstuff · a month ago
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One Kiss | Yandere Tom Holland x Male! Reader
A/N: Got a request for Yandere Tom Holland, so this is for you!
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Being an actor...
Was something you loved very much. 
You've loved acting ever since you were a kid when you had a small role in a horror movie since you always loved them.
Having audition jitters and bringing an amazing character to life makes you love acting more. What pulls you into acting is that it is a way to explore life and human emotion. You love observing behavior and using it in characters.
And you know what else you loved? 
Sleep. Laying in your bed underneath the huge, warm covers as you dream. Sleep, which your best friend, Barry is currently depriving you of now.
"C'mon man. It's time to get up now." He announced, throwing the covers off your body as you glared at him, pulling them back and snuggling into your pillow. 
"Just give me 5 more minutes please." 
"That's what you said 15 minutes ago." 
You groaned softly, before throwing the covers off your body, standing up and stretching your arms, "Happy now?" 
"As a matter of fact, yes I am now."  
"Is there a reason I let you live with me?"
Barry smirked, "Because I'm your best friend and you love me." He responded. 
You let out a small huff, walking over to your closet and taking an outfit out, and walked into the bathroom to get ready as Barry rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were. He walked out of your room to make some breakfast for you two. 
Unfortunately for you, he was your best friend and you did love him. He's been your best friend since the 9th grade and was still your best friend as an adult. 
After graduating high school, you both had decided to live together, even before 12th grade and that's what you did. He was doing modeling and was great at it. 
Besides, you had a huge acting scene to shoot today and didn't want to miss this one. 
XXXXX XXXXX 
Tom walked onto the set of Spiderman, feeling nervous as his hands started to sweat in his palms. 
It was finally the day. The kissing scene between you and Tom's characters and to say that he was nervous would be an understatement. 
Now, this wasn't the first time Tom has kissed someone for a movie. Every actor would have to go through a kiss scene sooner or later. 
But, you made him nervous for some reason. He didn't know what it was. 
The British actor also felt excitement for reasons he couldn't understand, but to him, he was excited to work on scenes with you. 
Tom saw you standing on the other side with Zendaya and Jacob, laughing at some joke that you most likely told them. 
Something about the way you laugh is music to Tom's ears. And something in the back of his mind whispered that he wanted to hear that laugh forever as well as seeing that beautiful smile grace upon your features. 
The young British actor watched as you rolled your eyes at something Zendaya said, before looking around the room and locking eyes with him. 
"Zendaya! Jacob! C'mon it's time to shoot one of your scenes now!" The Director called out. 
Jacob and Zendaya followed the director to go shoot their scene, greeting Tom on the way there, and he did the same in return, walking over to you. 
"Hello mate." He greeted you politely, his British accent coming out so smoothly. 
"Hey, Tom!" You replied enthusiastically, "Are you ready for the big scene today?" 
"Yeah! And I have to say that I'm quite nervous about it, but also super excited." 
"No need to be nervous when it's me!  We'll just be giving the fans what they have been asking for since Spiderman first aired." You said, rubbing your shoulder and Tom frowned. 
"What's wrong with your shoulder?" Tom asked, concern rising in his chest. He had a sudden urge to make sure that you were okay above everything else. 
"Oh, nothing too major. After work, I went to the gym yesterday and guess lifting weights was too much for me." 
"You need to be more careful, mate." Tom voiced his thoughts, as he placed a comforting hand on your hurt shoulder, "I don't want anything bad to happen to you." 
"Aw, didn't realize how much you cared for me, Tommy bear." You smiled softly at him and Tom blushed, red tint dusting over his cheeks at the nickname you gave him. 
It was common for you to call him that name. You gave him that nickname along with Zendaya, and many of your other friends and coworkers. It meant that you loved them. 
"Of course I care about you, idiot." 
"Since you care about this idiot, how about you massage my shoulders?"  You asked, "And not to sound gay or anything, but your pretty good with your hands." You added in nonchalantly. 
Tom's face turned even redder. You thought that he was good with his hands? 
But that is probably because he used to give you massages all the time, and still does. He also scratches your hair since you loved it. Like a dog. 
That's most likely the reason, despite you being an openly gay man, and him being bisexual, though he really wanted to give you a massage. To put his hands on- 
"Let's get a move on Y/N and Tom!" A deep, gravelly voice yelled, "I need this take between you both 3 minutes ago." 
Immediately, a commotion starts happening between everyone on this part of the set at hearing the director's call. 
"Guess work calls now," You said and turned to face Tom, "You'll give me my massage later. And make sure your lips are soft. Can't have Robin kissing Peter with chapped lips." You winked at him, before walking off to change clothes. 
Tom had to physically restrain himself from looking at your ass as you walked away. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Did he like you like that? 
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to ponder because he was ushered away to change into Peter's clothes. 
After both of you changed clothes, made sure your breath smelled good, and met with the stylist who beautified you guys, you both were standing inside Peter's bedroom. 
"You ready for this, man?" You asked Tom and watched as he nodded his head. 
"Yeah! Can't wait to kiss my gay best friend." He replied, smiling lazily at you as you grinned in return. 
"Not surprised. Everyone does." 
Tom blinked. Everyone does? Everybody wants to kiss you? For some unknown, he didn't like the fact that other people wanted to kiss you. 
Before he could think anymore, it was time to start filming, so he would have to ask you about that later. 
You both are walked through what they want you guys to do in this scene one last time since this kissing scene is a big scene. Real soon, everyone is in position and ready to start filming. 
"Roll camera." 
"Speed!" 
The 2nd assistant cameraman calls out "Marker" and gets into position with the clapperboard. The 2nd AC scurries off after that as you and Tom get into position to be Peter and Robin. 
"And... action!" 
Peter looked up from his desk when he heard the door to his room open and his eyes widened considerably at seeing who was standing in his sight, "R-Robin? W-What are you doing h-here?" He stuttered out nervously.
"I think I should be the one asking the questions around here," You spoke, voice low with a hint of annoyance and concern. Peter shivered and gulped at how low your voice became, "Why have you been avoiding me for a week?"
Peter looks away from you, "I haven't been avoiding you..." 
"Really? Because you don't answer my texts anymore, avoid me when I'm at school and outside of school, picked a new partner for chemistry class, and stopped sitting with me at lunch," You listed all the things that have been happening this past week, "What is going on with you?" 
Peter stayed silent and you scoffed, "So, you're not going to tell me?" 
"It's really not important, Robin." 
"Not important? Were supposed to be friends. Best friends and you're not gonna tell me what's going on?" 
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you!" 
You scoffed, "Fine. Then I'm done here. I'm not going to be friends with someone who completely shuts me out for no reason, but is totally fine with Ned and MJ." 
You put your hand on the doorknob, going to turn the handle, "I love you!" Peter shouted from behind, and you paused, turning around to face him. 
"What?" 
Peter walked closer to you, so he was standing only inches away from you, "I love you, Robin. I... I love you as more than a friend. I've been avoiding you because I couldn't cope with the fact that I liked you as more than a friend. And I really don't want to lose you as a friend, or mess up our relationship as friends cause you mean so much to me and..." He gulped, feeling like he lost the one person he couldn't live without. 
You cupped his face and ran your thumb over his Jaw with one hand, and caressed his face with the other as his eyes widened in shock. 
"You didn't ruin our relationship," You muttered softly, "In fact, I think you improved it. I'm gonna kiss you right  now, okay?" 
Peter didn't even have a chance to nod his head when he felt your lips upon his. 
He gasped slightly in surprise, but soon relaxed and kissed you back. Your smooth, soft lips upon his are showing the directors exactly what they wanted. A powerful, amazing kiss, and Tom was sure that he slipped out of his role of Peter, and back into Tom. 
You pushed him up against the wall, and the hands that once resided on Peter's face were not under his chest, running your hands over his smooth, firm abs. 
He grabbed your belt buckle and pulled you closer, putting his other hand on your face as you deepened the kiss, dominating his mouth completely. 
The smell of your amazing cologne entered his nostrils and Tom's senses completely went to overload, unable to think or do anything other than kiss you. 
"Oh Y/N." He moaned out softly and bit on your lower lip slightly as you ran your fingers through his soft, dark brown hair. 
"And cut!" 
You broke the kiss, much to Tom's dismay, and smiled at him, looking quite impressed, "Great job, Tom! That kissing scene was amazing and so believable. You made me think that you were actually in love with me." 
Tom didn't respond as some of the crew members and a few cast members who had decided to watch the scene congratulated you both. Tom looked down at his pants and saw the huge bulge down there. Oh wow. 
He couldn't believe it and he had gotten hard because of you as he realized something major because of this kiss. 
One kiss was all it took for Tom to realize that he had intense feelings for you. And it made sense now. 
All those times where he would stare at you when you weren't looking, just to take little peaks at you. The times where he would glare at anyone who flirted with you without really knowing the reason for that. And him always wanting to be close to you, never really wanting others to be near you. 
He wanted you. He needed you. 
Tom walked back to his trailer as he ignored some of the people coming up to him, way too caught up in thinking about you. Your contagious laugh, the beautiful smile upon your face that could end wars, and those soft lips of yours that were once upon his, wishing that he could feel them again. 
Tom changed out of his character's clothes and back into his regular ones when he heard a knock come from the outside of his trailer door. 
He opens the door and his breathing hitched slightly at seeing you standing before him in all your glory with your lips curled up into that loving smile that Tom loved so much. 
"Hey, Tommy Bear." You greeted, walking into his trailer and sitting on his bed, as he closed the door. 
"Hey Y/N, what's up?" Tom responded, trying to keep his voice steady since he was talking to the man who he just discovered he had intense feelings for. 
You gave a small shrug, the smile never leaving your lips, "Well, since we don't have a scene to shoot right now, how about we watch Netflix and scroll through social media?" You offered. 
"Let's do it." He said quickly, a tad desperate, though he hoped that he didn't sound too eager and desperate. 
You both sat next to each other on the bed and you took a hold of the remote, turning on the TV and putting something on Netflix. A movie that didn't have you both in it. 
Pulling out your phones, you both scrolled through Instagram and Twitter. 
Well, you were scrolling. Tom, on the other hand, had gotten on Twitter, but his focus was on you. Solely on you, taking in every detail of your appearance from your E/C to your smooth S/C skin to your perfect body. 
You were perfect. Intoxicating. Addictive like a powerful drug that has overloaded someone's system. Sweet, yet extremely addictive. 
You must've noticed Tom staring at you because you paused, those fingers of yours that were once typing ceased it's flow as you snapped your head up, looking over to your left to look at him, "What?" You questioned, a smile present and Tom wondered how someone could be so happy all the time, but seeing you happy made him happy instantly, and shook his head. 
"Nothing, you're just really handsome." Tom blurted out before he even knew what he had said, and he wondered what your reaction would be. You chuckled. 
"Of course I am. I'm not Y/N L/N for nothing," You laughed and Tom laughed along with you, "Hey, you should come to this party tomorrow that my friend is throwing to celebrate three years of him being a professional model." 
"I'll come to the party and who's your friend that's having this party?" 
"Oh, Barry Jones." 
Tom's face instantly darkened at the mention of that model's name. The Barry Jones who the public kept saying was in a relationship with you. Who fangirls and fanboys kept shipping together. He always hated that stupid, handsome model and now he knew the reason for that. He was too close to you. 
"Oh yeah, I've heard of him. Aren't you two really close or something?" 
"Yeah! We've been friends since high school and he's my cuddle buddy, too." 
Tom paused, "Cuddle buddy?" He said slowly, making sure he heard right. 
You nodded, not seeing anything wrong with what you just said, "Yeah. We cuddle all the time and sometimes sleep in the same room together." You said nonchalantly. 
You both cuddle together?! 
No, Tom couldn't allow you both to cuddle together any longer. If you both cuddle together, that means you guys could end up developing feelings for each other and become a thing that is just what the public wants. 
He knew what he had to do. He had to take you for himself. No questions asked. These feelings he had for you were intense. Maybe too intense. 
XXXXX XXXXX 
Music blared throughout the club as people danced on the dance floor with one another at this bar that was rented specifically for Barry and his model friend's party.  
Some people were standing to the side, talking and laughing with each other as others sat at the bar, getting completely hammered and others just enjoying their spot at the bar. 
You have been sitting at this bar for a little over an hour now and decided on only having one drink since Barry would probably be getting drunk and you were the designated driver tonight. 
"You alright there, mate." 
The sound of the young British actor's voice called to turn your head to the side to see that the stool that was once unoccupied was now occupied. 
"I'm alright!" You yelled over the loud music, leaning a bit closer, so he could hear you, "One of the flaws with being the designated driver is that I can't get drunk tonight." 
"Just because your Barry's driver doesn't mean we can't have fun. C'mon, this is a party, and were supposed to party!" 
"You seemed to be having fun already." You teased, "You looked quite sexy out there on the dance floor." You playfully winked at him. 
He blushed, "Oh, shut up. C'mon, let's have some fun." He took a hold of your arm and dragged you over to where his friend Harrison was with a girl. Hugs and waves were exchanged with other people who came up to you guys as you moved through the sea of people. 
Greetings were exchanged between you and Harrison since this was the first time you got to meet him. 
Different girls came up to Tom asking him for a dance but he politely declined as your drunk best friend made his way over to you. 
"N/N BEARRRR!" Barry screamed, voice slurred as he wrapped his arms around you, "D-Dance with me pleaseeee! I want my gay best friend to dance with me!" 
"I'm a busy boy right now. Go and have fun out there, care bear." 
"But I want my best friend pleaseeee?" He pouted, poking you in your chest. 
You let out a small sigh, smiling at your best friend, "Okay, but only for you. I'll be right back Tom." You told him as your friend's eyes lit up in happiness and dragged you onto the dance floor, not seeing angry brown eyes watching you. 
You two danced on the dance floor for a while. Barry was no expert at dancing and his moves were not the greatest, but it was pretty fun to watch. 
Overall, you had a fun time. 
You took the drink that Tom ordered for you, before walking out of the bar. 
The sweet, cool breeze that hit your face when you got outside was absolutely amazing as you sipped on your drink.  
All of a sudden, you felt tired. Really tired, but you weren't tired a second ago. 
You decided to walk back inside, but stumbled as the drink fell out of your hand, "What the hell?" Was the last thing you said before passing out. 
XXXXX XXXXX 
When you awoke, you let out a small groan, feeling someone's head on your chest, and saw how both of your hands were tied to a comfortable bed. 
"You're awake, my love!" Tom's voice cut through your short mental dilemma that you were having and he sat up, staring into your eyes lovingly while you looked at him in confusion. 
"What's going on, Tom?" You asked, tugging at the handcuffs, "Where are we? And why am I tied to a bed?" 
"I'm sorry to bring you here, but I couldn't have you stay at that party with Barry, so I brought you here to be with me." He explained, hugging you tighter. 
"Barry? What does Barry have to do with anything and that still doesn't explain to me what I'm doing here." 
"He obviously has feelings for you!" He insisted, "He likes you as more than a friend, but I love you. I love you so much, Y/N." He said softer and quieter this time, hoping that you would see his love for you. 
"Barry doesn't have feelings for me. Trust me, I know," You responded, "We tried before, but only liked each other as friends and besides I like you, idiot." 
Tom's eyes widened in surprise and happiness at hearing what you just said, "Y-You do?" Tom asked, trying not to sound like an excited puppy, but failing. 
You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh at his obliviousness. 
"Of course I do. I don't tease you all the time, tell you how much you give off bottom energy, or how hot you are to not like you and your British charm." 
Tom cursed himself for being so oblivious but was extremely happy.   You actually liked him back! 
He smiled at you and planted kisses all over your face as you laughed, crinkling your nose up slightly. He was such an excited puppy and couldn't help himself. 
He kissed you and smiled into it when you kissed him back. Your lips tasted just as good as they did during that scene. He owns these soft pair of lips. These lips were his, and only his. 
Somehow, Tom felt both of your hands wrap around his neck and pulled back, looking at you in confusion, "How did you get out of those cuffs?" 
"My dad is a cop, Tom. I learned how to get out of any handcuffs when I was 9." 
Tom blushed from embarrassment at the fact that you could have escaped but didn't. That meant you truly did love him. He kissed you on the lips again, loving the way it felt upon his. 
"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Y/N?" 
"Yes, I'll love to be your boyfriend." 
This was a huge victory for Tom because you were now his and he would make sure to treat you like a king. Of course, he couldn't let you leave the house as much, but you will learn in good time. 
No one will ever take you away from him, not even Barry. 
He loved you so much and it took one kiss to make him realize that. 
XXXXX XXXXX 
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shayewilliams · a month ago
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❝𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢❞
៚Warnings: YANDERE THEMES, delusional peter, gore...?, language.
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៚Request: "Ngl that yandere Peter ask made me like 👀👀 So how about 6 + 21 from the delusional quotes with subby, delusional yan Peter who just wants to be loved."
៚A/N: Yikes, spring break is here and it's time to lock myself in and write the stuff I've been putting off :)
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March was such a fickle month, a stitching of two completely different fabrics. The weather dancing back and forth, where winter must give up its reigns and pass it over to Spring. A time of rebirth. A time of new beginnings.
And you knew the moment that you saw Peter Benjamin Parker, your closest friend, plunge a knife into your date's chest, you knew that whatever chapter of your life you were in had come to a close, a sick sense of knowing that things weren't going to be the same after witnessing what you did.
The look on Peter's face when he turned and realized you were there was gut-turning. A stone-cold expression melting like ice into an expression of pure horror and regret. Not regret of what he did, but rather regret that you needed to see it, that you happened to see it.
The one moment you had to be nosey was the moment that someone you were truly falling for met their end. And in their own apartment no less. The only reason he took off his mask to his Spiderman ensemble was because he wanted your lastest lover to know that he was the man you were going to love for the rest of your life. The one that was going to stick.
A three-strike tally of shock for you. Your best friend was one: Spiderman, two: a murderer, and three: madly and unconditionally in love with you. But at that moment, you had yet to know the latter. Only the first two were the most confrontational.
"No, nononono," Peter sputtered out, dropping the knife onto the ground with a clatter, making you jump, making the welled up tears that had built up finally spill over and drop down your perfect complexion.
He suddenly lurched toward you as you tried to run, and you got down the hall. But you felt a pullback by your waist, and you screamed out and wailed in fear, praying that you weren't next.
You pleaded with him as you were pressed completely against his chest, "Please, please Peter, don't hurt me, please, please," you cried, a seemingly endless set of tears running down your face as you tried to catch your breath and struggle against him, but his arms were like steel against you, "Let me go, let me go,"
He sunk down to the floor with you, propping himself up against the wall, holding you tightly as you struggled to get away from him. With one arm with remarkable strength holding you in place, he took his other arm, his hand shifting his fingers to gently grasp your chin, making you look at him.
His heart clenched as his gaze met yours. His perfect bunny trembling and crying with swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Your eyes were red and your face etched with an expression of fear and detestment.
His thumb subconsciously drifted across your cheek as he cradled it, shushing you quietly, a small smear of blood now in his thumb's wake as he whispered to you, "Pretend you never saw that, I can't stand to see you so scared," he pleaded with you, your pain hurting him as well.
You were still in shock as your brain tried to process the fact that your ex-soon-to-be-boyfriend was laying on the ground, dead, bleeding out, and you were in the arms of the one responsible.
"W-Why?" you rasped out, your body so tensed you knew it would hurt later.
"Because, bunny, you're supposed to be mine. I saw how he looked at you, he had the wrong kind of ideas, I didn't want you to get hurt. Not like this, not again...,"
"So you stabbed him in the chest?" you cried out in confusion and anger, blinded by the new tears that threatened to spill at his confession.
"Yes because it was the only way to end it for good. Because you're mine. You always have been, since we were kids. You've seen every part of me, and I've seen every part of you. On the inside at least," he muttered the last part in spite of himself.
"Peter I don't-"
His large hand was over your mouth, the look on his face no longer soft but menacing and rigid, not even wanting to know how the sentence would end. And a delusional mind like his could take something like that.
"Please just let me love you properly. Like you should be. All I want is you. All I've ever wanted was you." he confessed, his expression loosening up, a sickeningly sweet smile now crossing it, "You're going to love your new home. It's big and perfect, and I stalked up on your favorite food."
He pauses and takes in your face, and it was drained of all emotion. In shock and tuned out.
"Please don't hate me for this...," he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a syringe, popping the cap off as your eye widened in fear as you whimpered, the sounds of protest muffled by the rough skin of the superhero's hands wrapped around your mouth.
With a prick to the neck, you felt the substance enter your system as you wailed out before you felt the world around you fade around you, going completely limp in your admirer's arms.
Peter's hand let your face go, letting your head drop back as he cradled you, brushing loose strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you looking so peaceful.
He was going to take such good care of you.
His little perfect bunny.
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angelyuji · a month ago
oooh anything loki, peter or bucky!! your writing for them was immaculate
omg bestie thank u 🥺 honestly i have no clue what to write so forgive me if this seems like it’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
yan!peter parker x reader
cw // stalking, non-consensual picture taking, yandere behavior, implied kidnapping
thinking of photographer peter parker except !yandere! like he can take pictures of himself going WOOSH as spiderman but he cant take pictures of you without shaking or just completely missing you. like he’ll zoom by ur window to get a look and take a picture but he’s so focused on looking at you that the pictures literally look like he was going 80 mph while taking them. 😭 and dont get me started on his collage. like itadori’s shrine, mf has a whole room dedicated to you. like no inch of that wall is not covered in pictures of you. he will have pictures of you brushing your teeth to pictures of you walking to school to pictures of you sleeping. how does he get these pictures? honestly, no fucking clue. like he stalks you, yeah, but how tf did he get pictures of you in ur bathroom??!?! does he have cameras in your HOME?!?!! 😃.....anyway, for obvious reasons, he would wait till you guys are closer friends to show you the room. you’re gonna be horrified, but peter’s gonna be so proud of himself. he doesnt realize that ur backing out of his collage till he hears ur hand turning the doorknob to fucking bolt.
“y/n? where are you going? i haven’t showed you my favorites yet!”
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inscribeddiatribes · a month ago
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Yandere Avengers with an Innocent Reader (Part 1)
Warning: Mentions of Yandere elements, jealousy, and obsession. NONE of the violent or invasive acts depicted in this work should be done or encouraged in real life. I don’t personally condone or support Yandere/dark behavior in real life — it’s not normal and shouldn’t be tolerated.
Aged-Up Peter (18+)
Steve
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An innocent partner is pretty much a dream come true for Steve.
Trust and believe that he WILL use the fact that he has many enemies to scare you.
He wants you to rely on him and that can be easily done.
All of the shady things that he does is easily written off as him wanting to protect you.
Steve would never actually hurt you because he genuinely views you as helpless.
Being with Steve does have some perks though!
Whatever you want is practically yours... as long as you continue to go along with what he wants.
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Peter
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Peter is pretty innocent himself, so this would be a really good match.
Peter wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of you, especially if you accept him.
Expect to be have many fun dates and movie nights with him.
He’s so excited to be around someone (besides Ned) that has the same temperament as him.
Having an innocent partner would eventually make him a bit more cautious.
He realizes that by him having his head in the clouds all day can end up dangerously for both of you (in case a villain discovers he’s Spider-Man).
Regardless, Peter will still be soft and sweet to you.
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Natasha
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Natasha sees you being innocent as a blessing and a curse.
She worries that someone else will take advantage of you.
That concern doesn’t have much merit because Natasha would kill someone before allowing that to happen.
You definitely soften her up because she quickly learns that you’re not like other people.
She views you as someone that needs to be protected and preserved... not manipulated.
However, being with you teaches her that she doesn’t have to live life on edge 24/7.
Natasha’s would never admit it, but her favorite activity is teasing you.
She just loves watching you become flustered.
Natasha firmly believes that you are her’s and she definitely doesn’t do much to hide it because she knows that you won’t object too much.
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Bucky
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Bucky would love an innocent partner.
He’d definitely try to keep you away from his lifestyle as best as he could — that’s non-negotiable.
Bucky is tired of being a weapon and craves a calm life.
Bucky’s affection for you would know no bounds. He’d constantly offer to do things for/with you.
Wherever you go, expect Bucky to be trailing behind you.
He’s extremely honest with you about wanting to protect you.
His genuineness is hard to miss, so an innocent reader would really have no problem being with him.
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shayewilliams · a month ago
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❝𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠❞
៚Warnings: Yandere themes, language, suggestive stuff, Peter being very mentally unstable, manipulation.
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៚Summary: You and Peter have been broken up for some time, and only after you broke up, you realized how manipulative he was. But he wants you back. And he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants.
៚Request: can you please do prompts 12 and 22 from your delusional yandere prompts list with yandere!peter parker, please?
៚A/N: I like the idea of yandere characters so please send requests :)
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You were so pretty like this. Your face covered in a stoic, peaceful expression, the New York autumn air blowing gently in through your open window, your thin curtains dancing softly at the stimulation. It was nights like these that Peter liked best.
To watch you from the window was so unfair. He wanted to be in your bed, holding you close, just like he used to, rather than sneak around because you gave him no other choice. It wasn't fair that you looked this perfect, even when you weren't his.
And he was thoroughly convinced that you knew what you were doing. That you knew you teased him, the duvet down, barely covering the hem of your panties as you slept so soundly in your tank top, your nipples apparent through the thin fabric.
He had been slacking on his patrol. But for you, he'd do anything. He was doing you a service. New York did perfectly fine without Spiderman before, so what's the harm in letting just a few more bad guys roam around? This was his kitten. His joy. The source of his happiness.
Everything he ever did for you was out of love. Sure, he disapproved of a majority of your friends and distanced you from them frequently, but he assured you that it was for the best. That he was doing this for you. It was all for you.
But his control didn't stop at friends. It bled into other aspects of your personal life. You couldn't wear certain things. Couldn't talk to certain people, even if they talked to you first. But every time you protested, Peter would always reassure you with his head between your thighs, telling you that nobody could love you like he could. Nobody.
Peter knew how people were; he was sure of it. He had seen it first hand. The monstrosities of New York that could hurt his kitten. And he couldn't have that.
But it could only work for so long. 5 days and 2 hours ago, you finally reached your wit's end, and did something that Peter never thought possible from you. You broke up with him. You tried to tell him that you loved him but you needed space. But Peter was like a boa constrictor, knowing that he could never let you slip away from him; not truly.
So he let you believe it was over. But it wasn't.
Now, there he sat, there in your window, watching over you as the moonlight gleamed on you, making you angelic and fragile. The fragile kitten that he was always so afraid to break.
You suddenly shifted in your sleep, turning away from the light of the window with the looming shadow and now to your wall, murmuring something in your sleep. But then there was what you murmured that made Peter's eyebrows furrow.
It was soft, oh so soft, but he heard it. And he knew what he heard. A name that wasn't his own. He felt betrayed. Red, hot, and boiling. It hurt, it really did. He flashed back to intimate moments with you under him as he begged you to tell him that he was the only one. And that what you said. He was the one the only one.
Without thinking, his mind in autopilot, he approached your bed, a silent panther stalking a lamb before taking his mask off. Pressing the jet black spider on his chest, the suit slid off like melting ice to a pool at his feet.
He silently slipped under the covers as quiet as a mouse, praying you wouldn't wake up. At least not until he was comfortable with you.
As if on queue, once Peter was fully behind you, your back pulled into his chest, you stirred, your eyes fluttering open in childish confusion.
"P-Peter?" you whimpered out, realizing the warm weight on your waist.
"Hey Kitten," he smiled as you turned around in horror, "Did you miss me? Because I really missed you."
You were stunned, frozen in place, not daring to move. Too frightened. It was as if you were jinxed by the gods, the one man you never wanted to see again now holding you close as if you hadn't been broken up for as long as you had been.
You didn't know what to do. You silently started mapping out an escape. You couldn't use strength, he beat you 0 to 10 on that one. You needed to use your wits.
"H-Hey Peter. Of course, I missed you," you lied through your teeth as you turned over and snuggled (begrudgingly) into his nude chest, and he almost purred in excitement, your soft facade working like a charm.
"Aw, I'm so glad to hear that, baby. I missed holding you like this. You really are my perfect girl, huh?"
When you were a couple, the praise would melt you. Have you running back for more. But now, you were like stone. You knew what he was doing. And it didn't work on you anymore.
"You treated me like such a stranger... I would wave to you in the halls but you never did anything back." he almost whined, "It felt so wrong."
"Sorry... I just," you swallowed, trying your best not to freeze up in fear, "I had to get to my classes. Have s-such a busy schedule, you know?"
Peter went rigid and cold, his grip on you tightening making you silently wince.
"Our love comes first. Everything else is secondary." he gritted, acting as if it were common knowledge. His tone was dark; a warning.
You nodded and added on a barely audible 'sorry' as you hid against him.
If you really were to get out, where would you go? There really was no other place in the world where he couldn't find you. He could out-run you as well. Escape now seemed like a hopeless, fleeting motion as you sunk lower against the mattress in defeat. A surrender.
"Get your rest, kitten. When we wake up, we're going to have so much fun...,"
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darksideofthecocoamoon · a month ago
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Baby It’s Cold Outside
Grey!Peter Parker x black!reader: Peter takes the opportunity to keep you right where he wants you. Entry for @harryspet’s Tis the Season writing challenge
Warnings: dubcon (intoxication) and smut
Recommended listening: this version of Baby It’s Cold Outside on repeat
Only Mine, Valentine
Grey!Peter Parker x black!reader: Peter feels the need to remind you who your Valentine is. Sequel to Baby It’s Cold Outside
Warnings: Smut, stalking, manipulative behavior, possessive behavior, implied violence
Recommended listening: Where You Belong by The Weeknd
Devilish
Vampire!Peter Parker x black!reader: Peter wasn’t bitten by a spider in high school but he was bitten by something else in college... Entry for @cherienymphe’s Twilight Resurrection writing challenge
Warnings: Smut, manipulation, dub-con/non-con, compulsion/coercion
Recommended listening: Devilish by Chase Atlantic
Don’t Like Darkness
Vampire!Peter Parker x black!reader: Please don't leave this house, I don't like darkness/I don't wanna see you out, I don't like darkness/Hate it when I close my eyes, I don't like darkness/I don't wanna go outside, I don't like darkness.— I Dont Like Darkness by Chase Atlantic. Sequel to Devilish
Coming soon
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Timothee Chalamet & characters
Lure
Siren!Timothee Chalamet x black!reader: As she watched the waves, someone else watched her, biding his time.
Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, somnophilia, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking
Recommended listening: Swim by Chase Atlantic and Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet
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Robbie Kay & Characters
Untitled
OUAT!Pan x reader: Craving, I'm craving I crave you/Waiting, I'm waiting to touch you/We're never forever, I know that/Still I'm coming back — Crave by Tove Lo
Coming soon
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yxnderewritings · 2 months ago
Ok so idk if you wanna do this (it’s fine if you don’t) but I was watching wandavision(I’m late to the party) and was wondering, what if Peter s/o (or crush) died during the blip or the endgame, and after meeting mystrio, used mystrio tech to create a false reality where y/n was alive to cope with her death? (Maybe he finally snapped after seeing her die?)
of course! and thank you so much for requesting! :)
Yandere! Peter Parker Creating a False Reality after the Blip 🖤
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•after the whole blip situation and you being apart of the blip, peter had just shut down. he couldn’t handle that face that he had lost you.
•he would just lock himself away for days on end, only walking out for food or the bathroom. he wouldn’t even go to school. peter blamed himself for you death, which he shouldn’t of.
•his friends had then convinced him after a couple years to go on this field trip, which he reluctantly agreed to, figuring he should try to move on.
•on that field trip, he had met quentin beck, aka mysterio, and knew about his powers and what he could do.
•peter had then realized he could get a new start. a new start with you and finally get you back after all these years without you. he had just had to have you again.
•one day, he had convinced quentin to pretty much give him his technology to create this false reality to get you back. and he of course gave peter this technology.
•quentin had then decided to give peter lessons on how to use it/how to control it and peter understood it right away. he was finally getting his happy life with you that he’s been waiting for.
•once he was in that open space, he had created this false reality with a house that seemed farther away from society.
•when peter saw you, it was like his old self again and he finally had you after not being able to see you for what seemed like forever.
•you were just your old self again, just like how peter had wanted. he wanted you to be perfect, even though you already were.
•now that he has you again, no one else would ever interfere with his reality and no one would ever ruin this for him. ever.
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avengers-goddess · 2 months ago
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Yandere Alphabet- Peter Parker
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Peter likes to crawl into the bed with you at night and cuddle you, much to your dismay. He holds you tight as he’s scared that you’ll leave him just like everyone else. It wouldn’t get too intense, only if you tried to move away. That’s when he use his super strength to keep you close.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Peter wouldn’t hurt anyone for you only if absolutely necessary. Maybe if someone was starting to realise maybe Peter had you was when they disappeared mysteriously.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Peter would try his hardest to get you to love him. He wouldn’t hurt you physically, he’d more like mock your tears when he get pissed at you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
No. Peter wants their first time to be special and he’s waiting patiently for you to finally give in. He’d slowly manipulate you instead, making petty excuses.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Extremely vulnerable. He try’s not to show it, but he doesn’t need to. You just know it.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Peter would be pissed. He’d just want you to relax and if you fought back that meant you’d have to stay in the basement, which he hated doing to you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
It’s not a game. He generally believes that you two are meant to be together, so when you try to escape, he’d hate it.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Probably getting kidnapped. Peter try’s his hardest to be nice to you and your experience hasn’t been the worst. He’d give you privileges unless you’d been bad.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
He wants the full deal. Marriage, kids, happy life. He’s just trying to get you to see that.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
He doesn’t get jealous because he can’t. You don’t go out so there’s no one to get jealous over.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Peter loves cuddling with you, and he’s very affectionate. He’d hate it when you’d pull away.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Peter would try his hardest to impress you. Mostly it would include buying ice-cream for kids or helping old ladies cross the road. But if that didn’t work, that’s when he’d take you.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
No. Peter truly is a really nice boy, his thoughts are just a bit warped. He thinks it’s normal to kidnap people and doesn’t see the problem with it.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Peter would try his hardest from hurting you when punishing you. He’d lock you in the basement or throw you in the shower and cover you in cold water.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not many. He’d still let you eat and drink and use the bathroom. But he wouldn’t let you upstairs.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Very patient. He’s waited the longest time to try and get you to have sex with him, and he doesn’t want to force it.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
No. He’d hunt you down and do it all over again.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
If he sees you crying and can’t get you to stop, that’s when he’d rethink his actions. But he would never let you go.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
After Tony died and he came back from the snap, he was broken. He didn’t have anyone to love and when he met you he knew that he’d try his hardest to make you love him.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He’s so hurt. He tries his hardest to comfort you but when you push him away, he won’t go. He’ll stay until you calm down.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He’d let you have privileges and wouldn’t punish you much.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
They’d probably try to pretend to love him and he’d trust them more. I think you’d have to target Peter’s heart because he’d fall for it.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
He’d probably emotionally hurt them. Say things like no one wants her or say that no one cares about her. So then she’d have to rely on him.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Extreme lengths. He really loves you, he’d probably kill for you.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Around seven months. Peter wanted to keep it a secret in case any enemies found out about you. But he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer so took you.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He’d try his hardest not to. No promises though.
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angelyuji · 2 months ago
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lets talk about yandere peter parker.
tw // kidnapping, isolation, starvation, yandere behavior
yan peter is so hell-bent on getting you to love him that he’d go to any extremes to show you this. like kidnapping is one thing, but he’ll do little picnics and dinner dates with food he knows you’ll like. the only time you get let out of your bedroom prison is for the dates, so you look forward to them too 😭 anyway he knows you like this specific food, so when you refuse to eat, he understands that ur just being stubborn. its okay, if you dont want to eat, you dont have to, but that means ur not getting ur usual meal either, so u go to bed hungry. after a couple more times of rejecting peter, he’ll get angry and leave you alone for d a y s. you know he’s there, since yk its his home, but like he wont come in to force-cuddle, or little dinner dates, or just see u. he’s hurt :( poor peter is hurt by ur constant rejection and he so he realized to make you understand his love, you have to understand the pain u put him through :) so yeah, ur left alone, in the dark with nothing but ur thoughts 😃 after a week, peter would forgive you, but by then, ur desperate for food and human interaction that you have no more strength to fight back. so yeah technically, peter accidentally got you to “love him” 😛
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