#its not their fault and being cooped up in here is just as unhealthy for them

[oschonseleven]

no wonder I'm going fucking loopy/getting sicker given I haven't had a single night of solid sleep since February bc the cats are in with me most of the time :'))

I think I've had maybe 2? hours undisturbed tonight (it is now 5:30 am, cats didn't settle til midnight) and I swear to god if the evil headache I had on Wednesday comes back im gonna throw shit

[drxwsyni]

warehouse shenanigans w/ soft!yandere dabi x reader (predator/prey dynamic)

yes I did use yagami yato’s Dabi nickname. sue me.

warnings: implied stockholm and unhealthy relationship? (idk reader is chill with dabi’s tendencies)

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It wasn’t that you didn’t like being with Dabi. He took care of you, made sure that you felt loved and safe. More than anyone else had ever done.

But after so long, an undeniable truth did arise—you were bored.

A person could only stay cooped up in an apartment for so long. And while you did have plenty of entertainment, the need for something a little more exciting had taken root in your being.

So, it was how you found yourself in this predicament.

It didn’t take much running to stumble upon an abandoned warehouse. Dashing through the corridors, you broke off into a random storage room. There were large wooden crates, you utilizing them as an opportunity for a hiding spot. To secure your position, you pulled a piece of plywood overtop of the boxes, creating a concealed little nook.

And so you waited.

You knew Dabi had followed you here, because you only got about thirty feet away from his apartment before you heard him calling out to you. And while you recognized that distinct teasing in his voice, telling you that he knew you weren’t seriously trying to leave him, he still managed to instill a certain enticing fear in you.

Whether you actually lost him as you entered the warehouse, or if he was just holding back was beyond you. It didn’t matter, when the door to the room you were holed up in was unceremoniously kicked open.

Heavy boots sounded against the concrete floor, a clear identifier to who had made their entrance. Of course, his smug voice bouncing off the walls served the same purpose.

“C’mon out, sweetheart. I know you’re in here.”

You heard his footsteps delve deeper into the room. Slowly.

Menacingly.

The deep baritone of his voice sent chills down your spine, amplified by the echo given off by the fairly empty area. “Y’know, if you wanted to play that badly, you could’ve just said so.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you had a strange desire to push the man’s buttons. That, and you didn’t know if he’d let you do something this risky if you asked. Still, you kept silent, a hand clamped over your mouth in an attempt to stifle any noise.

It sounded like he was pushing things to the side. Searching every crevice, the noise of wood scraping against the floor meeting your ears.

“If you come out now, I’ll go easy on you when we get home….maybe.” Dabi snickered to himself, knowing full well how in for it you were the second he got his hands on you.

You could tell he was getting close, the rummaging nearing your position as he swept the room for your hiding spot.

Dabi was nothing if not dramatic at times like these.

The crates to your right were kicked over, the brittleness in the wood causing them to crumple under the impact. The commotion earned a frightened squeak from you, and the second it escaped your lips, you knew you had lost.

“Hm, what’s this?”

You didn’t have to be looking at Dabi to know that there was absolutely a shit eating grin plastered across his face. The thumping of your heartbeat picked up, anticipating what was to come.

Aside from his boots colliding with the concrete, a deafening silence overtook the room―until the low and threatening sound of his voice filled that void.

“Could it be….”

His footsteps came to a halt right next to your hiding place. The plywood was ripped from its spot.

“...a little mouse?”

Your gaze shot up, and they were met with Dabi leaning imposingly over your crumpled form on the floor. Blue and wild eyes pierced yours, holding nothing but danger.

Not a second went by before you were scrambling away, dead set on making a break for it. Or at least, that was until an arm snaked around your waist, hoisting you into the air.

“And just where do you think you’re going, huh?”

Your legs kicked around, unable to connect with anything while you were suspended. A fit of uncontrollable giggles escaped you as he playfully spun in a circle with you in his arms.

“Noooo, let me go!”

He laughed at your demand, the taunting lilt to it making you shiver. “Not gonna happen, sweet cheeks. You’re in big trouble.”

In mere seconds, Dabi had maneuvered you to be slung over his shoulder, surprising you once again with how strong he was.

“H-hey! It’s your fault for not bringing me anywhere, I mean you could’ve at least—”

You yelped when a hand came down on your ass to silence you, prompting you to squirm fruitlessly in his iron-like hold.

Dabi began heading for the exit of the warehouse as he spoke. “We’ve been over this, you’ve got everything you need back at the apartment.” He shifted you so that he could pin your still struggling legs down before continuing. “And maybe if you weren’t such a little brat, I’d actually be able to take you somewhere nice for a change.”

You perked up at the notion—not knowing that Dabi had ever actually considered letting you roam a little more freely. “Wait—really?”

He chuckled at your disbelief, pushing the front doors open. The cool air of the night hit your body, causing you to pull yourself closer to the heat radiating off of him.

“Yes, but before I let any of that happen, someone’s gotta learn their lesson on what happens when they misbehave.”

Unconsciously, you tensed at the notion, knowing his methods of reprimand would have you in for a long night. It wasn’t that Dabi would hurt you, it was just that he would take advantage of all your little weaknesses he’d come to observe. And you knew that he’d make you betray yourself in all the best ways, and somehow get you to enjoy it at the same time.

Sensing your bubbling anticipation, Dabi satisfyingly smiled to himself. He made his way through the deserted back streets, not bothering to put you down for fear of any more shenanigans.

Your fate was determined. You’d never be able to get away from him, and really, you didn’t want to.

“...Let’s get you home, little one.”

[castielific]

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Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Alternate Ending, Canon Compliant (up to 15x10), Human!Castiel, First kiss Summary: 

Once there are no more monsters, the only thing left to fight for is happiness.

Here is my take on our boys’ happy ending. I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

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"I hate you", Dean grumbles into his elbows. His arms are on the table, his head buried into it as he squeezes his hands over his ears. 

"I think he’s getting better," Sam lies, hiding his grimace just in time so that Dean doesn’t see it when he raises his head to glare at him. 

Dean opens his mouth, but is cut off by a particularly shrill note that makes him feel like someone is drilling right into his tympans. Even Sam can't help but squeeze his fists in pain, crumbling the edge of the book he's trying to read. 

"'This would be good for you, Castiel'," Dean says, imitating Sam. "What about us, Sam? This doesn't feel good for us!"

"It's not so bad," Sam offers miserably. 

Yes it is. It's even worse than bad. Dean flinches in pain at every horrible noise that resounds all around the bunker as Cas continues to play - or more like, tries to play - what Dean thinks is supposed to be 'Twinkle twinkle little star' on his newly acquired violin. 

Truth is, it is all Sam's fault. Dean can't ressent him that much though, because the look on Castiel's face when they went to the music store was worth the torture they've been enduring for the last two days. 

Since God has been defeated, they've all been having a serious case of cabin fever. Heaven and Hell have closed up their doors, angels and demons alike running home with their tails between their legs. Even the common monsters have gone into hiding. Apparently the Winchesters killing God has impressed them enough that they've all decided that they better keep quiet. Of course, they're still there, but smart enough not to do anything that might attract the wrath of the hunters. Apparently, they are exceptionally good at hiding when they want to because the only case the brothers have had in the last six months had been a rogue vampire that went on a rampage. He was still young and out of control. It took three hours to take him down, the whole deal was done in less than a day, even counting the drive. 

In short, hunting has become boring. All they've had to keep them busy have been some random salt and burn, nothing exciting. The rest of the time, they've stayed cooped up in the Bunker and it didn't take long for them to go crazy. Each in their own personal way. 

For his part, Sam has gone a little too far on his healthy lifestyle penchant, to the point that it became borderline unhealthy: Running up to three hours a day and eating nothing but vegetable smoothies. It lasted two months before he realized that all it was doing was giving him diarrhea and making his shins look like basketball. So now he's taken to digitizing and translating every book in their library….which sounds as exciting as getting all your teeth pulled out, if you were to ask Dean, but at least it passes the time. 

Dean's way of coping was on the polar opposite as his brother's: he decided it was as good a time as any to learn to cook better. Dean has always loved cooking and has been having a blast since they found the bunker. For the first time of his life, he has a home and a kitchen of his own. Until now, between the Amara, the Men of Letters, and all that crap with God, he never had time to really enjoy it, limiting himself to the few recipes he already knew: burgers, steak, and breakfast food. With the hunting gig slowing down though, he had all the time in the world to try his hand at more ambitious things like roast, chili, lasagna and way too many pies. 

His personal wake up call  came when he tried to put on clothes one morning and couldn't find any pants that fitted him anymore.They hadn't had a case for three weeks, and he had to admit that he became a little too familiar with sweatpants. When confronted with the terrible truth of his every single one of his jeans being suddenly too small, he had no other choice: he spent the whole day dismantling the dryer to find out why it was shrinking all his clothes. Sam had a blast mocking him and Castiel, with his usual discretion, was quite pointedly avoiding looking at Dean's stomach during that conversation. Dean spent a long time in front of the mirror after that. He regrettably had to admit that his stomach resembled more Father Christmas's belly than David Beckham's abs at this point. He started to follow Sam's health routine the very next day. Or, tried to, at least. It didn't last long before he couldn't take the smoothie torture anymore, and decided that limiting his pie intake to two per week and doing some exercise should be enough. 

Sam and him actually came to an agreement on food after that, and while Dean would never ever drink a kale smoothie again, it actually wasn't so bad to add a little more salad to his plate. 

All in all, it was a difficult time for everyone, but especially for Castiel. 

Castiel used to be an angel with a Godly purpose, a mission grander than anything people could even imagine. Then suddenly Chuck was gone, and the angels were gone too, and he just became a puny human with no real purpose, a soldier of God with no God to serve and no war to fight. Easy to say that he quickly joined Dean in his sweatpants' aficionados club. Except where Dean was happy to indulge in a laziness that he never really had a chance to try out before, Cas soon fell into depression. Even the best pies Dean made seemed tasteless to him after a time. He was lost in a human routine that he could find no pleasure in. It came to a point where he didn't even sleep in his own bed anymore, never leaving the couch except to satisfy the most basic needs. Sadly, on most days, showers didn't seem to be considered as one of those needs. 

Once they had their breakthrough about their own miserable situations, the Winchesters decided to tackle their new mission: helping Cas. 

It was Sam who proposed that they should all write a list of things they always wanted to do, but never had time for. 

They took a trip to the Grand Canyon on the very next day, dragging a reticent Castiel along. Their road trip lasted nearly a month, because they kept getting distracted by new destinations. Sam wanted to see the Harold Washington Library, Dean wanted to go to Baltimore to go to the Dangerously Delicious Pies shop he heard about while searching for new pies recipes, and so on. 

Castiel never asked to see anything, pretending gloomily that he used to be able to go anywhere in a flap of his wings, and therefore had seen everything he ever wanted too. Dean dragged him to an amusement park anyway, because he was pretty sure the angel had never been on a rollercoaster before. Dean regretted that pretty fast when Cas became strangely fond of them, saying that it reminded him of flying. They took so many rides that Dean threw up and Sam's nose bled for nearly one hour after. 

Still, it seemed like a wake up call for Cas. He spent the rest of the drive home lost in his thoughts or scribbling a list on the back of a gas station's receipt. He even asked them to stop in Utah on the way back to see the largest bee hives in the US. They ended up buying so many types of honey that they now have a cupboard full of it in the kitchen. 

They had been back to the bunker for two days when Cas declared he wanted to learn how to play an instrument. They went to a music store, where Castiel tried on every instrument from a harmonica to a full drum set. After the obligatory harps jokes, Dean tries to entice him to buy a guitar, and learn all the best Zep songs. Cas was too polite and knew better than to criticize Dean's taste in music, so he chose the guitar. Dean wasn't oblivious to the way his friend kept lingering in front of a black violin though, so he relented and bought that instead.

He's sorely regretting it now. 

It's still totally Sam's fault though, he was the one to come up with the idea of this stupid list in the first place. 

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"I've decided what I want," Castiel declares as soon as the movie's credit starts rolling about a month later. 

Sam snorts, waking up from the doze he'd fallen into. He blinks at them, wiping his eyes tiredly. 

"I said no cat, Cas," Dean reminds. Apparently, one of Cas' item on his stupid list is to get a pet.

"I don't want a cat."

"I'm allergic to animal's hair," Dean reminds him, suspicious. Last night Cas declared he wanted a Camel. A freaking camel. 

"Of course, Dean, your health comes first," Cas concedes amicably. "Although, I do wonder if you're not using this as an excuse, and would not have been amenable to adopt a pet anyway, were it not the case."

Dean scratches under his ear. "What? No. Of course, I'd want one. I love animals. Just, no snakes or anything that eats living food. I know you, and you would just end up saving all the mice or something."

"You know, they do make hairless cats and dogs," Sam pipes up, smirking when Dean sends him a side glare. 

"Those are majestic creatures, indeed, Sam, but I much prefer the softness of fur. Don't you Dean?"

"What." What kind of question is that?

"Wouldn't you like it if you could have a pet with a soft fur that didn't make you sneeze and suffer so much?"

"Huh. I guess?"

"Good," Cas concludes with a jut of his chin. "His name is Honey," Cas announces, raising the kilt that was on his lap to reveal a…

"What the hell is that thing?" Dean shouts, jumping to his feet. 

"Honey is a texel guinea pig," Cas says, cuddling the little beast to his chest. The pet starts emitting a little noise in pleasure as Castiel caresses his fur. It has long curly hair. Its head is black with a white spot on the top while the rest of its body is a mismatch of large black, white and orange spots. 

"It looks like a freaking sheep!" Dean exclaims, sending a betrayed look to his brother that is already kneeling next to Cas and petting at the small animal. 

"See, Sam, we do have a guinea pig now," Cas says proudly, making Sam chuckle at what is obviously a private joke between them. 

"We don't have anything! I'm allergic, Cas, remember? My health…," Dean finishes, faking a cough. Sam rolls his eyes while Cas squints at him. 

"I don't think you are, Dean. Honey has been on my lap all night and you haven't shown any signs of allergy. I've looked at you closely to make sure."

"Do you think he likes kale?" Sam asks, taking the little beast on his own lap as he sits on the ground. 

"I think he might, Sam. The internet says guinea pigs need to eat a lot of vegetables. Do you want us to go and try to feed him some?"

"Yes!" Sam declares, squeezing delicately the pet against his chest as he gets up. 

"But-," Dean tries to protest. 

"I bought him a little hammock that he really likes," Cas tells Sam as he gets up too. 

"But I haven't-"

"That's cute! I want to see it!" Sam says eagerly.

"My allergies…," Dean finishes lamely as he watches the two other men leave the room without a look in his direction. He scowls, staring at the beer he's still holding. He sulks for all of thirty seconds before he grumbles. "Dammit, I want to see the tiny hammock too. Guys, wait for me!"

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"Oh, that's...that's a nice...tree."

"It's supposed to be Sam," Cas says with a pout, looking at his very first painting.

"Yeah no, I mean, behind him? The big woody thing?"

"That's you," Castiel pouts, looking dejected. 

Dean grimaces, inclining his head to try, and identify himself in the glob of paint on the canvas. 

"So you're not Van Gogh," Dean finally declares. "Or Mozart. The important thing is that you wanted to give it a try and you did. If you liked doing it, then that's what matters, no matter the end result," Dean tries to reassure, squeezing his friend's shoulder reassuringly. He learned his lesson when his words about Cas' lack of music skill were not so delicate, and the ex-angel ended up giving him the cold shoulder for a whole week. 

When he looks back at him, Cas has a small smile on his lips and a look so full of...of something, that Dean can feel his cheeks warming a little. Seconds pass and Cas keeps staring until Dean clears his throat, forcing himself to look back at the ugly painting.

"What's next on your list?" 

A hand pulling on his arm makes him turn back toward Castiel. Dean barely has time to react before his friend's lips brush with his. It's so fast and soft that he's left blinking in confusion, wondering if that really happened. 

"This was."

Cas is still smiling, even though Dean recognizes the worried line creased between his brows. The hunter opens his mouth, but doesn't know what to say. To say that he wasn't expecting it would be an understatement. To say that he never thought about it, a lie. To say that he regrets it…

"I liked doing it," Cas declares, nodding his head in satisfaction. "Now I want to ride a horse."

"A- a horse?"

"Unless we can still get a camel?" Cas teases, acting hopeful. He sends Dean a wink - a goddamn wink - before he grabs his painting under one arm and leaves the room. 

"Ride a...Wait. Cas! We're not getting a horse either! Cas!!" 

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When Dean finds him, Castiel is sitting on the bench Dean made from the trunk of one of the trees they had to cut down to make this space into their garden. The sun hasn't set yet, but the end of september's evenings are already colder. The last flowers of the season are blooming, and the vegetables they planted in the spring are starting to wilt, only a few tomatoes popping red among the green and yellowing stems. 

Cas is bending forward, forearms resting on his legs. His eyes are closed and for a minute, Dean is worried that something happened, that he's sad or sick. He's reassured when he hears the low murmur of Cas' words, see the slight smile at the corner of his lips, the one Cas always gets when he's trying to be funny. 

His friend hasn't heard him approaching yet, so Dean waits, trying not to eavesdrop on a conversation he's not supposed to be a part of. 

Dean takes the time to check on the apple trees he planted instead. They're too young yet, too small to give any fruit, but by next year, maybe...He can't wait to bake a pie with his own apples. He rolls his eyes at the thought, that's so domestic. Yet here he is, planning on planting strawberries and raspberries, checking on the squash that is starting to grow and wondering if it'll be ready by Thanksgiving. 

Vegetables are Sam's thing. Flowers and the small hive they've built are Cas'. Dean is in charge of the fruits. 

They planted their garden over the underground garage, hidden by such a large ply of trees that there is no risk of anyone stumbling upon it by accident. They had to cut down trees, dig out every root, and plow the whole area to prepare the soil. They've spent nearly all spring and a good part of summer working to create that little bit of garden on the Bunker's roof. They've bought so many gardening tools that they're already making plans to build a shed here in the spring. 

It's nice. The bunker is feeling more and more like a home, like a place Dean could feel himself growing old in, maybe. 

They've talked about buying a house, especially Sam, but somehow they can't see themselves leaving anywhere else than in the bunker. It's their legacy, the place they were always meant to be, and they've come to love it despite all the horrors that happened there in the past. 

Maybe it will change someday. Maybe Sam will want to marry someone, to buy a more traditional place with a white picket fence where he can raise kids without fearing that they'll choose a cursed object or weapon laying around as their next toy. Dean has noticed more and more of Eileen's clothes in the laundry, more of her things left behind every time she comes to visit. He hopes it's only a matter of time before he's not surprised to see her at breakfast anymore. 

By the time he's checked on the fruit part of the garden, Cas has stopped praying and is observing him. The sun is setting, painting an orange glow behind him, and for a second it nearly looks like Cas has a hallo. 

"You told Jack about the horse riding lesson?" Dean asks as he straddles the bench to sit next to his friend. He rubs his hands against the cold, blowing into them to try and warm them up a little. 

"Maybe," Cas says with a mocking smile that makes Dean balks. 

"Oh, come on, you promise you wouldn't tell anyone about me falling on my ass!"

Cas chuckles at the memory of Dean's horse throwing him into a giant mud puddle. Dean had cursed for a whole ten minutes as he struggled to stand up but kept falling right back on his ass. It made Cas laugh so much that he'd started crying. That's a thing Cas does now, he laughs. He does it more and more, and Dean is amazed by it, every single time. 

"Technically, I didn't tell anyone anything," Cas argues with a smirk. He's not wrong. They have no idea if Jack can even hear their prayers now that he's taken charge of and close up Heaven. That doesn't stop them from regularly praying to him, especially Cas. 

"You tell Sam and I'll bury your damn guinea pig next to the tomatoes," Dean threatens. 

"No you won't," Cas says with a fond smile. 

"No, I won't," Dean admits, pouting half-heartedly. He's actually come to like the damn beast. Which no one would actually know if Honey didn't start screeching every time Dean comes near it, calling for the treat that he knows Dean will give him. It was supposed to be their little secret but Honey blew their cover more than once. Dean is still pretending he hates the little ball of fluff, on principle, even though no one is fooled anymore. 

"You were right about the horse, I hadn't realized the amount of dejection it actually produces," Cas concedes. "Also, my bottom is sore from the ride," he adds, squirming a little in his seat. 

Dean chokes a little on his saliva at the image that brings to mind. Honestly, even without the innuendo, watching Cas ride a horse, hips rising and bending over the saddle, has done quite a number on Dean's libido. If he hadn't been questioning his sexuality before, he would definitely be now. Good thing he already was. Cas kissing him has been the only thing on his mind for days now. They haven't talked about it, and Cas is acting like it didn't even happen, but Dean has barely slept since then, spending his nights thinking about Cas' lips on his, and how he might possibly maybe want to do that again. 

"Did you kiss Sam too?" he blurts out. It's not the most subtle or delicate way to bring up the subject, but apparently that's what his brain has chosen to say. Damn you, brain! 

"Why would I kiss Sam?" Cas asks, looking genuinely astounded by the question. 

"Wasn't that on your list?" Dean asks, scratching the back of his neck. 

Cas squints at him like he's the most idiotic thing he's ever seen and, well, Dean probably is. 

Dean squirms under the stare, rubbing his hands again, as much against the cold as in nervousness. The ex angel gives a long suffering sigh before he grabs Dean's wrists. He pulls on his hands until they're under his own sweater. Dean is so startled that he just looks at the bulge his hands are making over Cas' stomach with wide eyes, not daring to move his fingers. They're nestled between Cas' tee-shirt and his abdominal muscles. It's so warm under there that his skin is tingling from the temperature difference. 

"You're an idiot, Dean Winchester," Cas declares. Dean looks up, and Cas is looking at him so fondly that it makes him blush a little. 

"Yeah," he sighs. "I know."

"I must be one too, because I would very much like you to be my idiot for as long as you would have me," Cas confesses, a little shy as he draws patterns on the shape of Dean's fingers over the tissue of his sweater. 

"I'm not sure, Cas," Dean says, making the other man tense up. "Are you sure you want to be stuck with me forever?"

It takes a minute for Cas to get his meaning, brow furrows intensely before they relax in realization. 

"That was my plan all along," Cas says, his smile so wide it's showing his gums. 

And yeah, knowing Cas, it probably was. Cas would have stayed by Dean's side forever whether he was an angel or a human or even a God. Hell, Cas was ready to stay by his side when Dean was turning into a monster bearing the mark of Cain, and when he was a demon. He wanted to stay by Dean's side even when Dean was cruel and screaming at him to go. It was the irony of it all, wasn't it? It always felt like Cas was leaving him, running away for angel business or whatever, but Dean never ever doubted that he would come back. He always knew Cas would come back somehow. After all, even death could never keep Cas away for long. 

Dean slides his hands a little higher, making Cas shiver as they travel over his torso under his shirt. Dean's fingers tightens around the cloth, and pulls Cas closer, close enough that their noses are nearly touching. 

"And now it's mine too," Dean sworns,resting his forehead against the other man's. He cradles Cas' jaw, passing a thumb under one of his eyes. The stubborn angel refuses to close them, even though they're so close that he's going cross eyed. Still, he keeps looking right into Dean's green orbits and hell, that must mean Dean can't keep his eyes off Cas either

When they kiss, it's sappy and tender and sweet and everything Dean always thought he could never have. The relief he feels makes Dean wonders if it isn't everything he's been waiting for all along, without even realizing it. 

Cas is right by his side, as always, and Dean is damn well going to keep him as close as he can for as long as he possibly can. And hey, he knows the guy ruling Heaven now, so that might just be forever. 

The End. 

[kisses-holland]

Hi!! Could you please write something about Peter Parker x Stark!reader in which he breaks up with her for her safety, but then Tony speaks to him about it and make him realize he wanna be with her? Have an amazing day! ❤️

title: these four walls

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: sadness, heartbreak, depictions of starvation and unhealthy coping, angst, fluff

a/n:  this imagine gave me so many problems and i had to rewrite it twice and i’m not proud of this whatsoever, but thank you for the request and i hope you guys enjoy :) also, i promise i’m getting to all of your requests. it’s just taking me a while with summer school but i promise i’ll get them done soon!

peter stood shakily as he thought about what he was about to do.

you were the light of his life; his sunshine. he was so thankful for everything that you have given him. you loved him for who he was and supported him through everything.

of course he feels scared and guilty. he promised he’d never hurt you, and he was just about to do it.

“i’m doing this for her. her safety. this is for the best.” he thought. he can only keep you safe to a certain extent. being tony stark’s daughter put you in evident danger, but being spider man’s girlfriend as well? that could get you killed, and peter couldn’t bare to live if something had happened to you under his watch. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

he stood outside your bedroom; pacing and fiddling with his thumbs, trying to think of the right words to say without hurting you too much. but how can he not hurt you? he knows this will kill you. and he knows it’ll be his fault.

suddenly, the door to your bedroom opened, and both you and peter flinched back, surprised by each others presence.

“peter? babe, why didn’t you come inside?” you giggled, pulling him into a hug, except he didn’t hug back. your eyebrows furrowed and you stepped back. “what’s wrong?”

“uh y/n, i- i think we need to break up.” peter blurted our, eyes widening as soon as he said those words.

“what?” you said, barely above a whisper. “w-why?” voice quivering.

“i just - i just don’t feel a connection anymore. i-i’m sorry. i don’t love you like i used to.” hearing those words knocked the wind out of you, and you had no idea how to comprehend them, let alone respond.

“get out.” you whispered, slowly walking backwards towards your bedroom.

“i’m so sor-“

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.” you knew asking peter to leave the avengers tower was a bit ridiculous, considering the fact he would room in there. but you also knew that peter had everything to lose if he didn’t listen to tony stark’s daughter, and he quickly scampered away, avoiding eye contact with steve and natalie in the main hall.

“hey kid-“ steve started, but peter had already ran out of the tower.

“hm. wonder what’s up with him.” natalie asked, not looking up from what she was working on.

“teenagers. what can ya do?” steve rolled his eyes and got back to work.

meanwhile, you had snuck under the covers, sobbing your heart out; wondering what you had done to make the love of your life not want you anymore.

no one knew what had just happened. no one knew you were weeping under your covers until you couldn’t breathe. no one knew that you felt like you weren’t enough for him. no one.

days have gone past, and you had refused to leave your bedroom, eat, and had trouble sleeping at night. everyone in the tower found out, and had tried to speak to you, but you refused to let them in, not wanting them to see you in such vulnerable state.

you had given peter everything; your love, compassion, care. why did he choose to end it with you? this overthinking thoughts in your head kept you up at night, and just thinking about getting up and walking downstairs where everyone will send looks of pity to you made you feel sick to your stomach.

not only was your health affected with peter breaking up with you, but your perfect gpa at midtown high were tarnished. you haven’t been to school in days, resulting in you missing tests and projects.

all of your peers at school were worried about you as well, asking where tony stark’s daughter had went.

even flash was worried. and when flash has feelings, that’s when you know the situation is bad.

another day had passed, and it was time your father had finally decided to break your shell.

“y/n/n, c’mon, it’s time to open the door now. c’mon, kid.” he rested his head on your bedroom door, desperately thinking of ways he can get you to open up to him. literally.

hearing the subtle whimper brought tony out of his thoughts and that was when he thought that enough was enough.

“FRIDAY, i need you to unlock y/n’s room.” ignoring the argument you had with FRIDAY where you threatened to not talk to anyone else again, FRIDAY unlocked your bedroom door, and when tony walked in, a gasp had escaped his lips as soon as he saw you. 

you lay weeping underneath your covers. there was dark circles underneath your red, bloodshot eyes. it definitely looked like you were thinner, and your hair was a ratty mess. tony could also tell that you haven’t showered in the time you were cooped up in here. and all tony could think was that this was all peter’s fault.

your whimpers slowly became sobs again, not noticing your father standing in your bedroom. quickly and quietly, tony approached you and embraced you into a tight hug, where you sobbed into his shoulder and tried catching your breathe has much as you could.

“hey, its okay. you’re okay, kid. you’re alright. breathe.” tony tried his best to calm you down. he had never seen you in a state like this, and he hated to admit it, but it terrified him. how was he supposed to help you? this was the one mission tony failed to succeed at; getting through to you. he was never the comforting type.

“i - i just, and- and peter said-” you tried explaining everything that happened, even though you knew that everyone in the tower knows already what happened. 

“shh. i already know. just breathe, kiddo. c’mon, let’s have some dinner and you can clean up and we can talk after, hm? how does that sound?” making a silent prayer and hoping you oblige, tony noticed that your sobs had decreased and you had calmed down.

“can - can you make pancakes? i’m really craving them.” you chuckled as you stood up and rubbed your empty stomach. 

“pancakes for breakfast? ew. for you? anything. c’mon sweetheart.” he placed a protective hand on your back and guided you down the hall down to the kitchen, where all the avengers were there and happy for your return. but all tony could think about, was how he needed to talk to peter himself to fix this mess.

after you had eaten, taken a shower, and talked to the others about what happened and how to deal with situations like these in a healthy way, you finally started to feel like yourself again. sam and bucky offered to bring peter in and beat him up, and thor even offered to throw his hammer at him. despite the hatred you had for the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, you knew that you would never let anyone hurt peter. you still loved him to pieces, and it would kill you if anything happened to him.

bruce had offered to help you with the homework you desperately needed to get done, and while you got started on that, tony decided to find peter, and hopefully talk some sense into the kid.

it wasn’t too hard to find the kid. he was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of his apartment building, patrolling for the evening. queens was pretty quiet, so all peter was doing was sitting and thinking. thinking about how you haven’t been at school for a week. thinking about how you probably hated him at this point. thinking about all the kids at school asking him where you had gone. it was odd, really, you had chosen to keep your relationship public at school, but private when peter was spider man. you knew that a few kids picked on peter, and despite what he said, you chose to go public at school so that no one would dare say a word to him. and no one did, and peter was always thankful for that. but now, all he gets are glares from students, kids occasionally whispering about how he hurt you. 

peter hated himself too. he did not like his decision one bit, but he had to do what was right. did he regret his decision? of course he did. does he want to get back together with you? he would do anything. 

peter was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard tony clear his throat.turning around, peter’s eyes went wide, and words couldn’t come to his mouth.

“mr stark, i am so sorry, i-” 

“i don’t think it’s me you have to apologize to.” tony got closer to him and peter was afraid that he was gonna get blasted into dust if he said one wrong thing.

“i know i made a mistake, and i have a reason, i promise.” peter felt relieved when tony didn’t blast him, but put a hand on his shoulder, urging him to sit down on the edge where he was sitting before, tony joining him. 

“kid, i know how you feel about her, and i know that you regret the choice you made. so i just have one question, why? you guys were perfect for each other, and as much as i don’t like saying this, i think you’re the one for her, pete.”all tony wanted were some answers, because by the looks of it, peter wasn’t doing well either. 

“it sounds stupid and i know i made a stupid mistake but i-i just panicked, okay? i lost my parents and- and uncle ben and i’m already worried about may and if i lost y/n, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, mr. stark. you gotta understand.” peter was in tears now, and he felt pathetic that he was crying in front of the strongest men he knew.

tony rubbed his back and was a little shocked by how much peter wants to protect y/n, understanding why he did all of this. to protect his daughter.

“and the kids at school keep giving me hell and i’m sorry but she would get hurt because of me.” sobbing, peter hid his face into his hands, and all tony could do was run his back and tell him that he’s alright, this being the second time he had dealt with teenager problems.

before tony could say anything else, peter interrupted again, “how is she?” he asked in a hushed tone.

tony sighed, “kid.”

“no. i need to know, mr stark. how is she?” peter urged. he knew you weren’t alright. and he shouldn’t be asking because he knows the answer will just hurt him, but he needed to know.

“i think she’d feel a lot better if you see her.” with that being said, peter stood up, eyes widening.

“you really think so, mr stark?” he asked, already putting his mask on.

he nodded, “let’s head back.”

tony didn’t know for sure how you’d act with peter coming back to talk to you, but he prayed that everything would be okay with you guys.

meanwhile, tony had alerted everyone at the tower that he was coming back with peter, and soon enough, you were alone in the den doing your physics homework, stuck on a problem. you kept tapping your pencil against your chin. growing frustrated, you put your pencil down and grabbed both sides of your head, closing your eyes.

“i can help with that.” the familiar voice of your ex boyfriend caused you to flinch and turn around immediately.

“what are you doing here? i told you to leave.” you said, tears welling up in your eyes again. “please leave.” you whispered, turning around so he wouldn’t see you cry.

“please listen to me. i made a mistake- a huge one and i’m sorry.” peter begged, slowly approaching you.

you scoffed, “you’re sorry? you told me you didn’t love me anymore, and you’re sorry? yeah, cause that’ll fix every thing.” you walked towards the door, almost walking out but you were stopped when peter grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

“don’t. don’t leave please. hear me out.” with pleading eyes, he slowly let go of your wrist, but didn’t break eye contact.

“you have one minute to explain. and then i want you out.” you crossed your arms and waited for his explanation.

“fuck. i-i’m sorry, okay?! i’m sorry for breaking up with you like that, for lying to you and telling you i didn’t love you anymore. that’s far from the truth. i love you so much, y/n. i love you more than you can even imagine. you know that. i just-i got scared that you were gonna get hurt around me. i was scared that something would happen to you under my watch. i cant lose you too.” he cried, trying to hide his tears.

at this point, both of you were crying. peter had broken up with you for your safety.

“you know, nothings going to happen to me. or you. not for a long time. we have so many people who love us and are protecting us, if something were to happen to me, it would’ve already.” you sniffled, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. “but that still doesn’t excuse you what you said.”

“i know-and i’m sorry. and if you’re willing to give me a second chance i promise i’ll prove to you that i love you. i’ll help you with your homework, i’ll stay with you every night, i’ll stop patrolling for a while.” he rushed out, putting a hand through his hair, hoping you’d say yes.

you hesitated. maybe he’s telling the truth? he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.

“okay.” you smiled.

“okay?” peter looked at you with confused eyes

“okay, i’ll give you a second chance. but that means you’ll have to earn my trust back first.” he smiled and pulled you into a hug, about to kiss you.

“can i?” he whispered.

“of course you can.” you closed your eyes and felt the soft taste of his lips that you missed again. it was a soft and sweet kiss, no tongue, but that’s okay.

you pulled away and rested your head on his chest, having your arms wrapped around him.

“ned told me that people have been bothering you at school. and i hope you know that i’m sorry and that i’m kicking their asses.” you looked up at him and smirked.

“it’s nothing. just a little glares a whispers. no big deal.” your smile suddenly turned into a frown, and you pulled him into a tighter hug.

“i’m sorry. you don’t deserve that. i promise i’ll kick their asses.” you mumbled against his chest.

peter sighed in relief, finally getting his girl back and having the tormenting at school going to a halt.

“i love you.” he mumbled, and gave a quick peck to your forehead.

“i love you too, but now you’re going to have to talk to them.” you pointed to thor, bucky, and sam who were outside the door, listening to you guys the entire time.

“shit.”