Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines

Scary Love (Parker)

Move to the city with me
I don't wanna be alone
Don't wanna be alone
You're too pretty for me
Baby, I know, it's true, yeah
Even better when you first wake up
Than anybody else I've fucked

The sun shown off the liquid that was dripping down the legs. The person above the one woman that was strewn on the bed looked down to her. As the sun shown through the transparent curtains, it reflected off of the woman's face.

"Sweetheart, it's time to get up.." they said in a soft tone. The woman below them choked up the blood that gurgled in her mouth. Her green eyes shone beautifully under the sun, as blood was littered across the white bed sheets, and the grey walls of her apartment.

Y/N smiled, taking some of the blood with her signature paint brush, and wrote Sweetheart xoxo on the wall above the bed. Y/N crouched over the dying woman's face as she did it. The woman soon took her last breath, as the last thing she saw was Y/N smiling kindly at her.

Y/N took off through the fire escape and went down to the bottom. She took off the victim's bloodied sweatshirt and burned it behind the dumpster, along with her latex gloves. Then she put it in the said dumpster and made her way to her apartment complex. Making it look like she came back from her morning run, she was taking deep breaths as she went into the elevator.

It was a Saturday morning, so not many people were out. They were either sleeping in, or at work. So when she got to her room, she wasn't surprised to see Peter passed out in her bed. The window was open and she smiled. Y/N noticed that his Spidey senses woke him up when she walked over quietly. Peter sleepily looked up at her with a smile, his hair all messed up and dried up drool on his face.

Y/N giggled at the way he looked, crawling into the bed with him. "Did you go for your morning run? You reek." Peter joked in his groggy morning voice. Y/N only giggled as Peter buried his face into her neck and started to leave kisses.

Than anybody else I've Ahhh
Baby, I got good luck with you
I didn't know we'd get so far
And it's only the start
Baby, you got me worried (hey)
Your love is scaring me
No one has ever cared for me
As much as you do

"Sweetheart has struck again. The serial killer made her mark on the wall above the deceased victim. We still don't know her motives for these 7 murders. The Sweetheart Killer has got to be stopped. If you know anything on who she is, then please contact the police right away."

The news played in the background of Y/N's living room. Her mother was biting at her nails as she watched it. Peter was listening intently, but was focusing on Y/N as she was making breakfast. "If you guys are suspicious of any female, you look in the other direction and book it." Y/N's mother said. "Of course Mrs. Y/L/N. I will always put Y/N first too." Peter said smiling. "I'll make sure to fight off anyone for her." Y/N blushed lightly, "Same goes for you Peter." She chuckled. "Alright, you two love birds, I'm outta here. Momma Bird's gotta get to work." Y/N's mother spoke as she grabbed her purse.

She then kissed both of their heads, and left. "I love how your mother treats me like part of the family." Peter chimes in. Y/N chuckled, and served him his food. "Of course Peter." She said.

"It seems like there is one motive that The Sweetheart Killer has. And that motive is, Spider-Man. It seems like there is something always connected to Spider-Man. Whether it be something minor or big. Last night she left a little Spider-Man symbol on the victim's chest. We are still investigating the crime scenes. It seems she has a Scary Love for Spider-Man."

Peter snapped his head over to the part where they said the thing about Spider-Man. "Looks like you have a secret admirer." Y/N said, smirking cheekily. Peter's shoulders slumped, "Great, as if I need this on my plate." Y/N went behind him and rubbed his shoulders, while kissing the back of his neck. "Well you're mine, and she can't have you." Y/N murmured.

Ooh, yeah, I need you here, oh
Your love is scaring me
No one has ever cared for me
As much as you do
Ooh, yeah, I need you here
Drivin' through the city with me
Just watching you glow
I'm in the passenger seat, you're in control

Y/N's obsessive side of Peter had been slowly seeping out. Peter at first took it as you wanted more attention from him since he was gone so much on his Spider-Man duties. But soon it grew more and more. It was starting to scare him. Peter would sometimes try and tell you that he didn't want to hang out, and then he'd get the silent treatment until you felt like texting him. Which would be the next day. Your behavior was very different as to what he was used to.

It's on you now
Even better every day, I swear
Maybe it's a little unfair
Baby, I'm starstruck by you
Didn't know we'd get so far
And it's only the start
Baby, you got me worried (hey)
Your love is scaring me
No one has ever cared for me
As much as you do

And there you were, slashing another body. The screams of the male were muffled by the cloth shoved into his mouth. Your knife ripped through his stomach, but suddenly it was webbed away. Looking through your masked hood, you saw Spider-Man looking at the scene in horror. The expressive eyes showing his fear. The male under your body was slowly dying. Nothing you can do could save him.

"Sweetheart.." Spider-Man breathed. His voice seethed with anger and his shoulders were raising and lowering with rage. "Stop this! I'm here now! I finally caught you, isn't that what you wanted? For me to catch you?" He shouted. He stalked up to her and pulled her up off the dying man, and pointed to him. "You're killing people just because you want my attention!" He said. Peter noticed the guy had soon taken his last breath. His heart broke. More rage filled him and he roared as he ran and pinned her to the wall behind them. Her head slamming against the hard bricks.

Rain had started to downpour on the two under the dimly lit area. "I'm only doing it because I love you." She breathed. Her black and white hoodie, stained with the new victim's blood already, was now sticking to her body. Peter's eyes widened, he knew that voice anywhere. Suddenly, he ripped off her mask.

If we fall apart
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
If we fall apart
It was our favorite dream
Ooh, ooh, hey
Your love is therapy
No drug can give me clarity
As much as you do, ooh (as you do, baby)

"Y-Y/N..?" He breathed out. He could feel tears well up in his eyes, out of anger and sadness. He slowly let her go, letting her drop to the ground. "W-Wha..why..? Why are you doing this?! You already had me!! You didn't have to kill people!!" Peter shouted. His voice cracked a few times from his sobs and anger. He started to hit the wall behind her, putting cracks into it. "Why? Why? Why?! Y/N I loved you already!! You didn't need to do this!!" He cried more.

Y/N looked up to him, accepting what she was about to do. "I love you Peter..just remember that. I only did this because I felt it was right." She said. Y/N stood up, feeling dazed from the concussion that was forming. She gave him one last kiss before pushing him away and running to the knife. Turning to him, she gave him a loving smile before bringing the knife up to her throat. "I love you." She whispered.

"Y/N— no!!" Peter shouted. He tried to web the knife away like he did before, but she had already done it. Her throat sliced open as she was now falling to the ground. Peter ran to catch her, looking at her in his arms. Seeing his girlfriend choke on her own blood, fucked him up. Everything happened so fast and he couldn't comprehend what just happened. Cries from Peter and the rain smacking against the ground was all that could be heard.

Yeah, I need you here (I need you here)
Your love is scaring me (no one)
No one has ever cared for me (ooh, baby)
As much as you do
Ooh, (hey, yeah) yeah, I need you here (oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Ooh, I need you, babe) ooh, ooh, ahh
Yeah (yeah, yeah, I need you, baby)
(Ooh, I need you)

Peter looked down at his shaking hands; it had only been 3 months since then. Knowing the truth behind everything, he just bottled it up. May only saw it as him grieving over his dead girlfriend, who was revealed to be the Sweetheart Serial killer. Which was true, and he had gotten questioned about it, asking if he knew anything. Which he obviously denied that he knew something. But it was different, he still loved her. The memories of all the good times they had, always flew through his head.

"Why would she do this?" He cried softly to himself. "Why did she do it if she knew I loved her..." He pondered.

But he would never learn the truth.