Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots

Euphoria (Peter Parker)

Requested by simplysonet: "What about a mashup of "Euphoria" and "Spiderman". So, basically, the reader is a drug addict like Rue, and is going through a depressive state and built it off from there"

(As is suggested in the request, this imagine contains heavy drug use, mentions of suicide and mentions of depression, so if you're triggered by any of those things, please don't read this imagine. Thank you.)

Stars danced on the ceiling, changing colour and size every few seconds as they filled my otherwise white bedroom ceiling. Spirals whipped around them, creating the perfect image, made even better by the fact that it was brought on by heroin. I continued to stare up at the ceiling, my body lying lifeless on my bedroom floor as my limbs continued to seize up. My eyes continued to flicker over the stars that flew around above me, the breaths that left my throat becoming smaller and smaller as the heroin made its way to my heart. My arm had become numb what felt like years ago, meaning that the scratch of the needle that was still puncturing my skin and inside my vein was but a long-distant memory. And that's the way I liked it. My breath continued to shallow, my heart starting to slow down as I felt death approaching. After all, a heroin overdose felt like the perfect way for me to go, it being the substance that drew me into this depression in the first place. What was it that they said, the only sure way to kill yourself is to drink the poison that got you there? Did anyone say that? I wasn't sure. I would have shaken my head to rid myself of the thoughts if my neck was actually listening to me. It wasn't, rendering me trapped lying on the floor and staring up at my star-filled ceiling. My lips subconsciously curled into a small smile as in my drug-induced state, I started to think about my boyfriend, Peter. He was the closest thing that I'd ever had to family, especially after my dad had died and my mom and sister had become nothing but fucking horrible assholes towards me. And that was before I had started taking drugs. Of course Peter knew about my problem and did everything in his power to help me, but being Spiderman, I'd often get entire days to shoot up whilst he was doing his patrol, giving me the perfect opportunity without him intervening. Of course he only intervened because he loved me and didn't want me to hurt, but he never quite understood that heroin was my way to stop hurting. Well, Peter was my way now, Peter was my new drug, but that didn't stop the addiction to the old one. I started to lose consciousness, my eyelids growing heavy as my breathing became so shallow that I wasn't even sure if I was breathing anymore. If there was one thing that I'd change about this, it would be that Peter would be by my side. Of course I wouldn't want him to see me die, especially this slowly, but to see his beautiful face one last time would be the perfect end to my life. To be able to run my hands through his hazel curls and to stare into his stunning brown orbs whilst I took my last breath would be my perfect death. But I couldn't have that. I couldn't put him through that. So, I had taken the next best thing and decided to commit suicide by heroin overdose. It was no Peter, but it was something. Suddenly, I heard my door fly open, though, in my drug-induced haze, it was nothing more than a muffled bang. I flicked my eyes to the sound, tears immediately starting to fill them as I saw Peter rush towards me. He collapsed on his knees next to me and pulled me into his arms, holding my face in his hand.

"Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me?!" I could tell that he was yelling, but the heroin coursing through my veins made him sound like he was miles away.

"Y/N, are you okay?! Fuck, please tell me that you're okay." He choked.

"Peter?" I whispered, not sure if he was just a hallucination as I leant my shaking hand up and rested it against his face. He immediately leant into my touch, moving his hand that was cupping my face to place it over my hand instead.

"It's me, babe, you're going to be just fine, I promise." He nodded before his gaze drifted to my arm. His eyes wavered, a tear leaving them as he pulled the needle out of my arm and threw it across the room.