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My childhood died on the battlefield with Tony Stark.

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Queen of Mean (Peter Parker X Stark! Reader)

A/N A little shot I’ve been thinking about. Kinda excited about it. 

The arc reactor’s case floated across the lake as the two dozen heroes mourned the death of one of their own. Iron Man was the greatest hero among them, and now he was gone. His wife cried, his five-year-old daughter remained mostly unfazed, not understanding the situation, and his oldest daughter wept in the arms of her boyfriend, Peter, who tried his hardest to contain his own tears. Y/N lost five years of her life, five years she would never get back. And somehow her year only managed to get worse from there. 

Three months after Tony’s funeral Peter broke up with Y/N, claiming that with everything going on he couldn’t handle a relationship at the moment. This was clearly a lie, as she found out a few weeks later that he was interested in MJ, from their physics class. Her heart broke for the second time that year. 

It was when Mysterio came along that she went off the rails. After discovering her father left his EDITH glasses to Peter and not her, especially after what he did to her, she couldn’t handle it, and she snapped. The renounced her title as Iron Girl but kept the suit. She ran away to start a new life, without her past. 

When Peter heard his ex was now a raging super-villain his first reaction was to laugh, as he assumed it was a joke. But when he was sent on a mission to stop her, and he saw what she had done, he knew this was no joke. 

Blood pooled beneath Peter’s feet, he gagged at the smell. The texture and slipperiness made his footsteps squelch, it made him nauseous Peter’s senses alerted him of a loud *clang* and he spun around to face the girl he once called his. 

“Y/N!” he shouted, dodging another blast from her suit.

“Oh, hi Peter,” she smiled coldly. 

“Why are you doing this?” He begged, watching her break open a crate marked “Stark Industries”  

“Whatever do you mean, darling?” Voice dripping sarcasm, her delicate hand pulled out a weapon of sorts. 

“Why are you killing innocent people? Why are you stealing your father’s tech?”

“My father’s?” She scoffed, “please he was more of a father to you than he ever was to me!”

Peter stared, shocked

“What? That’s not true!”

“No?” she taunted. “He trained you, supported you, supplied you with anything you needed, for God’s sake he left you EDITH. He left his legacy to you. Not his own daughter! Not the girl who trained to serve and protect since the age of twelve, not the girl he fathered. NO! The boy he took a chance on and only knew for two years, over his own daughter!” Y/N screeched, her blaster shooting right at him. Peter’s eyes widened as he flipped out of the way. But when his feet hit the ground he slipped on the forgotten blood and his back slammed into the stone floor. He rolled to the right, covering his suit in the sticky red substance to avoid another blast. 

“I’m sorry your father hurt you-”

“Oh, you thought it was just him?” She retorted.

“What-?”

“You hurt me, Peter!”

“Me?” He asked, puzzled.

“Oh, you can’t possibly be this stupid!”

“What did I do-?”

“YOU LEFT ME! I needed you, and you left me. And not six months later you moved on like I was nothing, my father just died and then you left me.” 

Tears streamed down her face as her helmet retracted. “My life was falling apart but I thought if I had you I’d be okay. Then I lost you.”

Peter furrowed his brows, he never realized how much he damaged her, “I never meant to hurt you. But that doesn’t mean you can walk around killing and stealing! You can still be a hero!” 

Y/N smiled absently, “Yeah, I could be a hero,” she inserted the weapon she had just stolen into her blaster and fired upwards, creating a hole in the ceiling. “But being a villain is so much more fun. So why would I want to be a hero when all that brought me was pain. Right now? I’ve never been so happy.” Her boots ignited and shot through the roof, leaving Peter feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

PART TWO

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Queen Of Mean (2/?) (Peter Parker X Dark! Stark! Reader)

A/N Part two of “Queen of Mean” Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I got a lot of requests to make another part for this so we’ll see if this lived up to anyone's expectations. 

Warnings: Mental breakdown, fighting, death, cursing

Y/n tore apart her former room. The one her father helped her paint and furnish when she was fifteen. She glanced at the corkboard on the wall covered polaroids of her and Peter, she smiled longingly at the memories but shook her head. 

“That’s not who I am anymore.”

She pulled out a small box from under her bathroom sink. It was filled to the brim with different hair A dyes and bleaches. She had a habit of randomly dying her hair in high-school and she was pleased to see that Pepper hadn’t thrown out her supply. She grabbed a bottle of white/grey and a bottle of bleach and stuffed them in her bag. When she stood she caught her reflection in the mirror. She had deep bags under her eyes, her cheekbones a little more pronounced than four months ago. Her once lively eyes were now dull and lifeless. She didn’t recognize the person looking back at her. A wet substance hit her hand and it took her a moment to realize she was crying. A strangled sob escaped her lips and her knees buckled. She held the sink to balance herself, her hands grabbed a small metal object. Scissors. She brought the sharp and shiny object to her face. Another cry left her lips as the blade chopped through her hair unevenly. Her glassy eyes widened in surprise, she just chopped a chunk of hair off. 

“Too late to stop now.” She whispered clutching another section of hair, bringing the scissors up again. *SNIP* 

Another bunch hit the floor. She laughed breathlessly and cut off another piece. Every chunk cut off was a weight lifted it off her chest. Soon her hair, that was once as long as mid-waist, was now a choppy bob no longer than her shoulders. She dropped the scissors on the counter and strolled back into her old room, ignoring the mess she’d just made. She sighed opening her closet looking for more shirts and jackets. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she spun around to face the beautiful redhead. 

“Hey, Mom.” Y/n smiled cautiously, shouldering her duffle bag

Pepper smiled sadly at her stepdaughter. “You look lost,” she commented. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” the brunette’s eyes hardened. 

“I miss my little girl,” the widow admitted stepping forward. 

The teenager stepped back, “I’m not sorry, she’s long gone. But you have Morgan now, you don’t need me.” 

Pepper’s eyebrows creased, “I still love you, you’re still my daughter.” 

“You’re not my mother, Pepper!” Y/n shouted, “My mom didn’t want me! She left me to a man she didn’t even know, some fuck buddy who knocked her up! She left me, dad left me, Peter left me! So, what’s the point in caring if everyone just leaves.” 

Tears streamed down Pepper’s face, “I’m sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, “It’s too late for sorry.”

She jumped out the window she originally entered through and disappeared into the night. Leaving her mother figure heartbroken. 

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Y/n’s blue suit landed at her base on the outskirts of the city. Her gasping breaths shallow as tears clogged her throat. The suit retracted from her form and she stumbled out on the floor. Her cries echoed on the stone walls, pain evident in her voice.

“I don’t know what to do…” She whimpered curling up on her makeshift bed. 

“I could help with that,” a voice from behind startled her.

Her suit responded quickly and attached to her arm fast enough for her to aim at the intruder. A man in a green and gold suit with a red cape. 

“Quentin Beck,” the distressed girl recognized, her arm not faltering. 

My handsome man smiled, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blast you through the wall,” Stark threatened. 

“Because I’ll help you get back at Parker.” Beck tempted.

Y/n hesitantly lowered her arm, “What do you want to do to him?”

“The kid has good spirit, but he is ruining all of my plans. With your brains and my technology we can bring the world to its knees.” He persuaded.

“What do I have to do?”

, 

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Peter scouted the abandoned factory, his footsteps light and quiet in an attempt to go undiscovered. Of course, that would just be too convenient for the poor boy.

“Oh hey, Peter.” Mysterio’s voice spoke.

Peter whirled around to face the mastermind, “Beck! What are you up to now?” 

“Oh, Spider-Boy, don’t you mean “what are we up to?”

Peter’s eyes widened as a feminine frame appeared from the shadows. Although her body donned a black leather cat-suit and her hair was now a silvery-white, Peter couldn’t mistake the hazel eyes behind the mask. 

“Y/n…” He whispered. 

“Hello, Peter. Nice to see you again.” Her voice was just as venomous as before. 

Before Peter could reply a beam from Mysterio’s hands flashed towards him. He dodged as his senses tingled and his reflexes kicked in. Beam after beam assaulted the teenager but he was quicker. He shot webs at the psychopath in attempts to delay him but was quite futile. Peter overestimated his footing and stumbled to the ground, and loud charging noise was made and Peter braced himself, but the fatal blast never came.

“What are you doing?” Quentin’s words were broken. 

Peter opened his eyes to see his ex wearing the E.D.I.T.H. glasses, with all the droids pointed, but not as him, at Beck. 

“Like I would’ve ever let you hurt Peter,” Y/n said. 

“You betrayed me-” 

“Everyone get’s betrayed, Beck, I’m surprised you’re just now learning that.”  She stated.

A shot rang from a droid and sunk into Mysterio’s head. His body hit the floor with a loud thud. 

“Oh my god, y/n!” Peter shouted in horror, “You-you killed him!”

“He was going to kill you, Peter. And I hate you but I couldn’t let him do that.” Her chopped hair swayed as she walked closer. Peter scrambled back. 

“I-No-You-”

“I know Peter, but think of it as a goodbye.”

“What?” He rushed to his feet. 

“I’m done, Peter, I can’t do anything of this shit anymore.”

“Y/n I can help you, this isn’t you, I know who you are!”

“How can you know who I am when I don’t even know!” She snapped. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this,” Peter begged.

“You don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m not going to be Y/n Stark “Iron Girl” anymore. I don’t need the suit anymore, I can do anything I want without it. And with Mysterio gone, there’s no one standing in my way. I may have saved you this time Parker, but cross me again and I can’t promise I will again.” 

“I’m so sorry for everything Y/n-”

“Oh, I know you’re sorry. And soon, they’ll all be sorry. I will rule this city, I will bring it to its knees. And you’re fooling yourself if you think you can stop me. Because the only I’m going down is in a body bag.”

Y/n pressed a button on her bracelet shooting a small device onto Peter’s suit, in his strive to remove it buzz was sent through his body and his unconscious form hit the floor. 

“Goodbye, Peter. Until next time…”

I went ahead and made a taglist of everyone who wanted a second part:

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Anyone else seen Daybreak on Netflix? Because I’ve been watching it this last week and I think I’m in love with Josh Wheeler. Might start writing about him? Cause like, yes please. 

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Jake: I set fires to feel joy

Tom: Well that's adorable

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A late night (Jake Gyllenhaal X Reader) REQUEST

Jake Gyllenhaal X Pregnant! Reader

Requested by someone but i forgot the tag and lost the post

The last few weeks with Jake had been nothing short of perfect. With your five month baby bump being a large point in conversation. Of course, with pregnancy food cravings were inevitable. Your cravings were so strong most of the time that you couldn’t sleep at night if you wanted something. Tonight was no different. 

You awoke at 3:30am with your gorgeous boyfriend’s arms around you and a hankering for Alfredo. You carefully pulled for swollen body from Jake’s and waddled out of your bedroom to the kitchen. You puled out the pots and pans from the cabinets as quietly as possible. Which, honestly, was not very quiet. 

Jake woke to the sound of a pot clanging against the floor. He glanced at your side of the bed to find it still warm but empty. He groaned lowly and threw back the blanket to find you. His lips curved into a smile when he saw his pregnant girlfriend on her toes attempting to reach a box of noodles. Jake walked up behind you, temporarily trapping you against the counter to reach it for you. 

“It’s 3:40, baby...” he mumbled into your neck as you dumped the box of noodles in the boiling water. “I know,” you turned and pecked his lips. “But baby wanted it...” He laughed breathlessly, “I love you,” “I love you, too.” 

He continued to help you cook. He crushed garlic and shredded Parmesan while you simmered the cream in a sauce pan. By the time you were finished it was 4:14am and you were finally satisfied. You sat on the counter eating as Jake washed the pans. He dried his hands and moved to stand between your legs. You put down your bowl next to you and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you...”  you kissed his lips. He smiled into it, your garlic breath not bothering him.

“Marry me,” he didn’t quite ask, more like stated. 

“What?” You pulled your face away, arms staying on his broad shoulders.

“Marry me,” he repeated. His beautiful blue eyes, searching for answers in yours, his much more awake than an hour ago. “Okay,” you answered. 

“Really?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, let’s get married.” 

A/N I’m sorry this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I actually really liked writing this. My requests are open and I am open to starting a tag-list. Love you guys, BubblegumHolland out!  

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I Fell in Love with the Devil (KOH! Tom Holland X Reader) 3/3

Y/N woke the next morning to the feeling of the bed shifting next to her. Her e/c eyes fluttered open to be faced by Satan’s Tom’s black iris’. 

“You watching me sleep?” she teased, pulling the blanket over her bare bosom. His devilishly handsome smirk didn’t falter, “Just admiring the view, love.”

She laughed breathlessly, “So that was... something.” His smirk widened, “Have a Hell of a good time?” She burst into full laughter, “Did you seriously just-?” but she stopped short.

He froze to observe her face, “I love you,” he gently stated. 

She stared at him for a moment before looking away. Y/N cleared her throat before climbing out of bed to find clothes. She changed the topic, “Wanna go for a walk?” Tom ignored the pang in his chest. “Uh, yeah...” 

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A couple of weeks passed since Tom declared his feelings for his wife. She continued to pretend it never happened. His demeanor turned cold and he began to ignore the profession as well. If she didn’t care, maybe he shouldn’t either. But when did pretending you didn’t have feelings ever work?

Y/N felt bad after realizing Tom was distancing himself from her. But his proclamation of love was surprising, and she couldn’t shake that he was Satan, he lied all the time. Sure, she did feel something for him, but she wasn’t about to say she loved him. He started coming to bed late and getting up early, in an attempt to avoid her no doubt. He didn’t hold her as she slept anymore. Which was fine...

One day felt different than others, he came into the library, her favorite place in Hell, to drop something she wasn’t expecting. 

“We’re done here.” 

Her mouth gaped, “What?” He straightened up, “You’re done here.”

“Here? Like Hell?” 

Tom’s eyes rolled, “Yes, your new home is much..holier.” Did he mean...? A bright light overcame Y/N and in a flash, she was gone.

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Tom’s day went from bad to terrible in a matter of minutes. He was off in Purgatory doing deals and “welcoming” subjects when a white shimmering light appeared. A pretty man with sandy hair and blue eyes stood before him. The Angel’s pure white wings spear at attention. 

“Hello, Satan.” The handsome blonde greeted. 

“God,” Tom replied. “What brings you here?” questioned the devil. 

God smiled gently, “Is that any way to greet an old friend? I heard about a deal you made with a mortal by the name of Y/N L/N.”

Tom’s stature stiffened, “What of it?”

God chuckled, “Well, I know what she did and why, and  I can’t let her rot in Hell with you.”

Satan moved to object but was cut off, “I’m here to save her Lucifer.”

Tom almost flinched at his given name. 

“I’m taking her to Heaven with me to continue her eternal journey where she belongs.” 

The black-eyed man’s fists clenched, “You can’t break one of my deals.”

The blue-eyed man smirked, “I can if I grace her with wings.” 

Tom was dumbfounded, “You’re gonna make her an angel?”

God nodded, “And no, you can’t do anything about it.” 

Before the Devil could argue with him, he left as suddenly as he arrived.

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Y/N was getting really sick of being knocked out and waking up in strange places. This place could be the definition of the opposite of Hell. Unlike the last two realms she woke up in, she immediately knew where she was. Heaven. What she couldn’t figure out, was “why?” 

“Welcome, my Angel.” An incredibly gorgeous man spoke. Y/N felt her cheeks flush but ignored the red blemishes. 

“Why am I here?” she asked.

“I couldn’t stand by knowing a good woman was a slave to Lucifer.”

“But, I don’t want to be here” for a moment she couldn’t believe she had just told the Angel she didn’t want to be in Heaven. “I-I mean, I was happy with Tom.”

His blonde eyebrow raised, “Tom?” She blushed.

“Yeah, I didn’t like calling him Satan, it felt weird.”

“Is that not a red light?” He reprehended

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t care. I made a deal with him, and I don’t regret it. Even on bad days.” 

God smiled, “And now you never will if my words don’t persuade you perhaps your wings will.”

Her what now? Her e/c eyes widened and she turned her head to glance over her shoulder. Her once blank shoulder blades now were covered by folded wings, her wings. 

“What did you do to me?” She cried, slowly spreading the 6-foot-span feathers.

“I saved you from Lucifer, I didn’t want you to face something for horrifying just for saving your sister.”

“How do you know that? And what business do you have making me an angel?” 

He chuckled, “I think as God I have a business doing anything I want.”

Y/N couldn’t fathom that she just sat there and argued with God for five minutes. 

“Let me show you your new home.”

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Heaven was amazing as expected. Y/N could see her sister whenever she wanted, although S/N couldn’t see her it was nice to see her healthy for a change. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something or someone was missing. God reminded her that she was just adjusting, telling her she wasn’t actually feeling what she thought she was. He claimed she was developing Stockholm syndrome. But the feeling never subsided. Months went by and Y/N found herself forgetting everything about the handsome devil until she couldn’t remember his name. Eventually she didn’t remember anything about him, but the nagging feeling in the hole of her memory knew something was wrong.

Y/N glided gracefully down the pearly marble floor, approaching the sturdy white doors. She knocked carefully before allowing herself to enter.

“Ah, hello my dear,” God greeted her. His smile was gentle and caring, but felt so fake to the h/c girl. 

“Hello..um... I was wondering about my memory.” She confessed. Y/N swore she saw a dark look briefly glaze over his face, but as soon as she thought it appeared it was gone.

‘Whatever do you mean my dear?” He questioned.

“I’m missing memories, I can feel the blank spaces and... I feel like something important is missing.”

“My dear, you’re being delusional-”

“I’m not being delusional!” She snapped.

God looked genuinely taken aback, “oh?”

She stared at the handsome man, “There is something different about me, I’m not like the other angels, they never would’ve spoken to you like that! The angel to defy you was-” That was it. “Lucifer...” she whispered.

The giant door slammed shut behind her with a sudden gust of wind. 

“Do not speak that name here!” God shouted.

Y/N raised her gaze from the floor to meet his angry blue eyes. 

She swore she had seen the fire in his eyes before, and the name that triggered him was familiar also. 

“Who am I?” She asked.

“You are my angel,” he replied cooling.

“Who am I really?” She challenged.

God scoffed and faced his back to her.

“A stupid harlot to the Lord of Hell.”

Y/N was speechless, such dark words had never fallen from his thin lips, and they were so cold. 

“Why am I here?” She voiced, parts of memories piecing together.

“Lucifer was growing stronger in confidence, when I discovered the reason was some whore, I knew the loss of her would tear him apart.”

“You ripped me from Hell to ruin Satan? That’s insane!” She stepped back.

He spun to face her, “how was it that the bloody devil could find love in a woman destined for heaven?”

“Maybe he wasn’t the twisted one,” she defended. 

He glared at her, “I gave mercy to you. Your crimes were enough for me to dissolve your soul, but your sacrifice was noble to I let you live. My mistake.”

His hand glowed with a ball of energy as he thrust his hand forward, Y/N raised her arms in defense of the impact, that never came. She opened her eyes to see the energy stopping directly in front of her. She quickly shoved her arm towards God and ran for the door as he dodged her blow. she narrowly avoided his next hit as she sprinted down the halls. She was not so fortunate for the next explosive, her large wings embraced the impact. 

“GAH!” She cried out and the force knocked her off her feet, her body hit the floor. Y/N rolled onto her back gasping looking up and God with his arms raised.

“I’m sorry,”  he murmured, she clenched her eyes in anticipation, but once again the pain never came. She slowly opened her eyes when she felt a tear hit her exposed skin. She gazed up at the blonde, his eyes were glassy.

“Just go,” he begged.

“Wha-”

“GO!”

Y/N didn’t need to be told a thrice, she bolted down the corridor with only one last look over her shoulder at the crying man. Biting her lip she dashed down the rest of the steps to the gates of Heaven. Heaven was easy to leave and she knew as soon as she stepped foot out she would never be able to enter again, and she couldn’t care less.

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After landing in the land of the living, Y/N wasn’t sure what her next move was. Her wings magically hadn’t disappeared, but the magic blow turned them from a perfect white to an ashy grey. It was the last thing on her mind. She just had to get back to Tom. Tom. That was the name she couldn’t remember, but now she knew that face was something she could never forget. She sacrificed herself to meet him, but that wasn’t an option again. Or was it. 

She walked through the park she used to enjoy as a child with her sister, those memories forever engraved in her mind. She knelt at the riverside planning her next words.

“Hi Tom... It’s been awhile, I know, and I don’t know if you want me anymore. But as soon as I remembered you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I never thought I’d find myself in Hell and enjoying it, but with you. It wasn’t so bad. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with you, and it made the deal entirely worth it. So if I mean anything to you-”

_____

“If you mean anything to me what?” She opened her eyes to meet his hazels. 

“Tom!” Y/N ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Y/N...” he murmured into her hair, holding her equally as close. 

“I love you,” she stated.

His lips widened into the kindest and most sincere smile she had seen in months.

“I love you, my queen, never leave me again.”

“I don’t plan on it.”

His hands gingerly touched her wings, “They’re grey...” He observed.

She glanced over her shoulder consciously, “yeah, color is kinda damaged.”

“It’s okay,” he pecked her lips, “I like them better broken.”

A/N I finally finished this series. I know it took forever and it isn’t amazing but I had a hard time finishing it so once I got it I had it. Hope you all enjoyed and Thank you so much for 300 followers :) Enjoy my aestetic for the chapter

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