I Just Finished Watching The Play Trough

this is way too fucking relatable

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*

I’m crying, it was soooooo good

Soulmates || Six

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k+ (what is wrong with me)

Summary: “She preferred not having a soulmate over one that ignored her and caused her pain her whole life.”

Author’s Note: I have spent so much time on this one chapter and I am so proud of the result. That being said, I’m so terribly sorry.

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SO CUTE! SO CUTE! SO CUTE!

Family [Part 2] - Dad!Billy Hargrove

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Words: 2.620 words

Type: Fluff

Summary: You, Billy (and your 2 kids) go back to Hawkins for a high school reunion.

Warning: English is not my first language. Swearing. Mentions of Abuse. Sorry if I misspelled something.

Part 1      Part 2

A/n: Gif’s not mine :)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N - Your son’s name

Billy wakes up from his peaceful sleep with sounds of a struggling child next to him. He opens his eyes and automatically turns on the light of the nightstand. The cutest sight appears in front of his eyes, his daughter trying to climb the bed that he’s in.

“What are you doing, princess?” Billy whispers and his daughter jumps in her tiny feet.

Billy doesn’t even know how she got scared since he even turned on the lights, but he still laughed.

“Up, Daddy” The kid says with her arms up in his direction, opening and closing her fists.

Billy unwraps his arm from around your shoulders and you just move a bit closer to his chest. He picks Y/D/N up from the ground and she sits down in front of him, with her hair looking like a bird’s nest and her face swollen from sleeping.

“I had nightmare, daddy” She whispers and Billy gives her a small smile.

“What was it about?” Billy whispers at her.

“About you and mommy” She whispers as a little pout started forming in her lips. “In my dream, you and mommy disappeared in beach” She says with her messy English as her eyes fill in with tears.

“Oh, princess” Billy says while pulling her close to him.

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the prodigal sister. five.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.7k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: and here’s part five babes ! i’m so glad you’re all liking the series.  i do have a couple of plans for it, even if the ship has not been set in stone.  i will give you fair warning, there is going to be more mentions of lonnie and what the reader’s life home with her father was like ( which is not good, we been knew that lonnie’s trash ).  

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Monday morning came by quickly.  Y/N was up early, showered and helping Joyce with breakfast before her brothers had even gotten out of bed.  She sipped on a mug of coffee as she watched both of her brothers come out of their rooms, yawning, and take a seat at the table with her.  

Jonathan’s eyes widened when he saw Y/N completely ready for the day ahead.  “I thought you weren’t a morning person?”  he turned to look at Will with his eyebrows raised, “Didn’t she kick me the other morning for talking to her before she had coffee?”  

Y/N kicked her brother under the table, not even glancing up from her mug as she did so.  He yelped and turned back to face her as she put the mug down on the kitchen table.  

“I think she’s had her coffee this morning.”  Will chuckled at his older siblings, sleepily helping himself to the pancakes their mother put on the table between them.  

“She still kicked me.”  

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AUTHORS NOTE: @just4muggles I hope this lives up to what you wanted if not I’m sorry, I got a little carried away and kind of made this a Peter x Y/N story as well so sorry for that, enjoy!

SUMMARY: Y/N Stark loses hearing in her right ear, her whole family are there for her 100% as she struggles to adjust, but with the help of family and friends anything is possible.

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff, angst.

IMAGES ARE NOT MINE.

Resting my chin in my hand I tried to focus on whatever bullshit was being taught at the front of the class, when it became clear that I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything being said I let my forehead fall onto the table in front of me. A slight ringing sound filled my right ear, thinking nothing of it I brought my hand up and pressed it against my ear to try and disperse the sound, as the sound began to increase I lifted my head from the table to look around, as I was scanning the room to check if anyone else was hearing it my eyes caught MJ looking at me with furrowed brows.

“Y/N/N are you ok?” She asked as she reached for my hand giving it a squeeze, I shook my head as the ringing began to get louder I pulled my hand from hers and covered my ears trying to stop the pain that was shooting through me, I hadn’t realised that I’d let out a scream until I lifted my head to see the whole class was now looking directly at me, as the teacher began to move towards me I shot up from my seat, leaving everything behind I bolted from the school.

••

As I saw the compound come into view I let out a brief sigh of relief, I sprinted past everyone who tried to talk to me and made my way straight to my bedroom, once inside I slammed the door behind me before going into the bathroom and locking myself in. I leant against the wall opposite the door and sank down onto the cold floor, tears flowed freely as I sat hiding my face between my bent knees.

“BUB OPEN THE DOOR!” Dad shouted pounding on the door in front of me, I saw the handle being jiggled repeatedly, I sucked in a breath not ready to face my family and tell them what was happening if I told them that made it real and I wasn’t ready to accept that just yet, the next voice to speak up was Steve.

“Y/N OPEN THE DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK IT DOWN!” He bellowed in his all too famous Captain America voice, I shook my head curling further into myself praying that if I ignored the problem it would go away.

“THERE IS NO NEED TO SWEAR STEVEN, A GOD IS ALREADY HERE!” Thor responded in his normal voice which was loud enough for me to hear despite the deafening ringing in my ears, I heard more heavy banging coming from the other side of the door.

“MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR I’M KICKING IT IN!” I opened my mouth to retort that I was fine but all that came out was another whimper of pain, seconds later the door was being broken from its hinges to reveal Steve filling the doorway worry covering his chiselled features. I saw the rest of the team standing behind him uncertainty on all of their faces, Dad pushed past Steve falling on his knees in front of me.

He put his hands on both sides of my face and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, “What happened Bub?” He looked deep into my blood shot eyes trying to assess what was wrong, I shook my head as more tears fell, he pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth as I cried into his chest.

Wanda came to crouch in front of me where I sat still wrapped in my Dads arms on the bathroom floor, she held her hand out silently asking for permission, I moved one of my hands away from my ears and placed it in her upturned one, she closed her other hand on top of mine, as her eyes shone red I saw her expression change from worry to sadness, she gave my hand a quick squeeze before looking at Dad behind me.

“She needs to go to the med bay.” She spoke in her sweet Sokovian accent.

“WHO DARES HURT LADY Y/N, I WILL CRUSH THEM!” Thor boomed from behind Wanda, she turned to face the team.

“Nobody hurt her, but she is hurting so we need to move.” She shooed the team away from the door as Dad helped me to my feet, he held my hand tightly in his as he led me out off the bathroom and towards the med bay, the rest of the team following quickly behind us.

••

I sat on the bed picking at the skin around my nails while Dr. Cho used an otoscope to check my ears, after she had done multiple scans of my brain and taken a couple vials of blood she sent me for a hearing test. After the test was completed she brought me back into the room and sat me on the bed, I sat with my legs crossed pulling at the loose seem on the hospital gown I was wearing, the door slowly opened and she returned with Dad in tow, he came to the side of my bed and sat down pulling my shaking hand into his larger hand, he ran his thumb over my knuckles trying to soothe the anxiousness I was feeling.

“I’m sorry to tell you this Y/N but you have a total loss of hearing in your right ear.” Despite the agonising ringing in my ear I heard every word she said clear as day, “We’re not sure what caused it, all your scans and bloods came back clear, do you have any questions?” I shook my head still in shock over what she had just told me, “I’m sorry Y/N/N.” She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as she left the room.

As the door closed a tear slipped from my eye, I quickly wiped it away as Dad looked over at me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, as I gripped his shirt more tears silently fell from my face and onto his chest, I cried myself to sleep as Dad reassured me everything would be ok.

••

I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling, the crackling and ringing in my ear slowly driving me insane, I took a deep breath trying to hold my shit together.

“FUCKK!” I threw myself off the bed and stormed over to my desk, I swiped my arms across it throwing everything upon it onto my bedroom floor, I stalked over to my full length mirror, as I looked into I hardly recognised the person staring back, in just two weeks I had lost a considerable amount of weight, my skin had paled and my once luscious hair was dry and dead, more tears filled my eyes the longer I looked at myself, I screamed as I repeatedly threw my fists into the mirror instantly shattering it, blood poured from my knuckles as the broken pieces of glass penetrated my skin.

As I continued my rampage a pair of arms wrapped around me pulling me away from the destruction and into the hall, I thrashed in the arms that held me close to the muscled chest attached to them, “Shhhh, it’s ok Doll, just breathe.” At the sound of Buck’s voice in my ear my body gave in, I slumped against his solid chest, he turned me around in his arms and picked me up bridal style before making his way to the common room.

••

Once my breathing was back to normal and I had finally stopped crying I pulled my head away from where It rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck to look at him, “How did you get into my room, the door was locked and I hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y to not let anyone in?” I questioned him with curious eyes, I felt his chest rumble below me as he laughed.

“I kicked it in.” He responded with a smirk as he squeezed me closer to his side.

“What is with you Super Soldiers and kicking in my doors?” I quipped back with a small smile dancing on my lips.

“Well we wouldn’t need to keep kicking them in if you didn’t keep locking us out.” He poked my cheek and laughed, I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, “I mean fair enough lock those other losers out, but I draw the line at locking me out Doll, I’m too cool for that shit.” I buried my head back into the side of his neck to muffle the laugh I let out, I could feel him staring at me.

“Stop staring at me you creeper.” I pushed the side of his face with my bloodied hand to make him look away.

Before he had the chance to reply the elevator doors opened and the rest of the team entered, “We’re home Tin Man.” Dad called out not yet seeing me curled into the side of Bucky, as they walked further into the room Dad froze, “Do my eyes deceive me or is that my daughter?” He questioned rubbing his eyes.

“Shut up Old Man.” I rolled my eyes and sat up straight to see the rest of the team staring at me with huge smiles on their face, “Oh my God, I’m going back to my room if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” I pushed myself up from Bucky’s lap and began to walk to the elevator, as I passed Dad he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a hug, I was soon squashed in the centre of a bone crushing group hug.

“Guys I can’t breathe!” I tapped Dads back and he kissed my cheek before stepping back, the rest of the team following suit, a pair of soft hands gently pull mine up, I turned to see Nat turning my hands over in her own examining my bloodied knuckles, she looked back to me and with raised eyebrows.

“I may or may not have punched the mirror.” I admitted trying to avoid all the eyes on me, “I also may or may not have trashed my room.” I pulled my hands from her grasp and turned to leave only to come into contact with a solid wall of muscle, “Seriously Steve? Can you move out of the way please?” I looked up to him with my best puppy dog eyes and stuck out my bottom lip trying to make him cave.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’ and turned me back around to face the rest of the team, I turned my head to look back at Steve.

“Traitor.” I whispered to him making him smirk before I turned back around.

“So do you want to tell us what happened while we were gone?” Nat asked her arms crossed in front of her.

“Hmmm… Not really.” I shrugged.

“This is serious Y/N.” Dad scowled at me, I threw my head back and let out a sigh.

“She had a little meltdown, nothing I couldn’t handle, we’re fine now, right Doll?” I looked back at Bucky who was standing next to Steve.

“Right, so if you don’t mind I’m going back to my room.” As I went to move around Dad he grabbed my arm again, I threw my head back and let out an annoyed groan.

“Stay in one of the spare rooms tonight, just until you’re room gets sorted out.” I nodded giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading for the elevator, “And don’t hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock us out again!” He called as the doors opened and I stepped in.

“No promises.” I smirked as the doors closed, once I was alone I leant my head against the wall of the elevator trying to regain my composure.

••

I found myself yet again staring at the ceiling the only difference this time was that it wasn’t my own room, as I crept further into my pit of despair there was a knock at the door, I pushed myself up on my elbows as the door opened slowly.

“Hey Kiddo.”

“Hey Clint.” I replied pulling myself up against the headboard into a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat next to me on the bed and nudged my shoulder with his.

“I’m fine, I asked Helen to clean up my knuckles, she put them in the cradle, they’re good as new.” I held my hands up for him to see as I clenched and unclenched them.

“That’s not what I meant Y/N/N.” He turned his head to the side to look at me.

“I know.” I fiddled with my hands in my lap until Clint put his hands over mine making me look up at him.

“So how are you really?”

“I mean if I’m being honest I’m probably not handling it that well.” I admitted, “It’s just not what I was expecting, I mean the ringing is all the time, like what the fuck is that shit? I thought going deaf meant quiet not loud ass ringing all the fucking time.” I threw my hands up in a huff, Clint let out a chuckle and gave my leg a pat.

“Listen to me Y/N, things are always going to be shit before they get better, but you’ve got to get through the bad times to get to the good.” He held my small hand in his larger rougher one, “But so many new experiences will come from this and you’ll be a better person for it in the end, believe me I know. However you need to start taking care of yourself Y/N/N, you can’t hide out in your room forever and you need to start eating properly, we miss you Kid.”

“I miss you guys too.” I leant my head against his shoulder as he pulled me into his side.

“You know a certain superhuman spider has been over every day for the past two weeks asking about you.” He smirked down at me.

“Oh my God Clint, shut up!” I pushed his arm away from me while he laughed at my embarrassment.

“Hey, I just call it how I see it.” He held his hands up in defence, “But as your favourite Uncle I demand to know when you two are finally going to admit you’re in love with each other.”

“Who said you were my favourite Uncle?” He let out a loud gasp and held his hand to his heart, I sprung off the bed and ran out of the room, Clint was quick to follow, taking the stairs two at a time I burst into the common room startling the members of the team who occupied it, throwing myself onto the sofa I pulled Steve’s arm over me to protect myself from Clint.

“What did you do this time?” Steve asked as I pulled his arm around me tighter.

“Why do you automatically assume that I’m the one that’s to blame?” I scoffed at him as Clint came bounding through the doors and pointed his finger at me as he walked towards where I sat on the sofa between Nat and Steve.

“Nat you’re not going to believe what just happened!” He ranted as he flung his arms all over the place to emphasise how big a deal it was, “This little hooligan right here, my ONLY Niece just said that I wasn’t her favourite Uncle, I mean can you believe that shit, I mean me not her favourite Uncle?!” He exclaimed as Nat tried her best not to laugh at him, he turned to look at me and once again pointed, “And to think I was going to teach you ASL so we could talk about these suckers right in front of their faces.”

“I never said you weren’t my favourite Uncle.” He scoffed at me as he crossed his arms in front of him, “I love you all equally, but if you want to teach me ASL I am so down for that shit!”

“Language.” Steve spoke up as he carried on watching the TV in front of him.

“But only if you teach me how to swear so that Captain I Never Swear over hear isn’t saying language at me every five minutes.” I felt Steve squeeze me into his side as he smirked still focused on the TV.

“Deal.” Clint shook my hand before pulling me up to start teaching me ASL.

••

It had been a little over two months since losing the hearing in my right ear, since then Dad had made a hearing aid similar to the ones that Clint wore, I had put back on all of the weight I lost and was finally starting to feel like myself again.

As we sat around the table waiting for dinner to arrive Clint and I signed back and forth.

‘So, have you told Peter how you feel yet?’

‘No, Clint because there’s nothing to tell.’ I replied with a roll of my eyes.

‘Bullshit.’ He smirked from across the table.

‘You should tell him how you feel Y/N.’ Nat joined in from next to Clint.

‘I always forget that you can tell what we’re talking about!’ I let my hands fall to the table with a huff as Nat and Clint laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked from next to me.

“Nothing.” I replied with a smile.

‘You want to do something to pass the time?’ Clint asked with a mischievous look in his eyes, I instantly sat up straight.

‘Hell yes!’ I grinned at him.

‘You know I’m always up for a bit of fun.’ Nat smirked from across the table.

‘Ok, so nobody else knows what we’re saying, so lets see how long it takes before they have enough and tell us to stop.’ Nat and I both nod at the plan.

‘I’ll go first.’ Clint and Nat both nodded, I turned to look at Bucky who was talking to Steve who sat across the table, when he felt me looking at him he turned to face me with one brow raised, I pulled my eyebrows together and made a face of confusion at him before turning back to face Nat and Clint and signing to them. ‘Do you think If I stare at him and then sign to you he’ll think we’re talking about him?’ They both looked at a confused Bucky before nodding their heads in unison.

“What are you saying?” He questioned from next to me both his brows pulled tightly together.

“Nothing.” I giggled at him as Nat and Clint laughed from across the table.

Nat scanned her eyes over Steve who sat next to her, she made a noise which pulled his attention, he sat up straighter in his seat while she observed him before turning back towards Clint and I as I took a sip of water she signed. ‘Steve wears tops so tight that sometimes I think his nipples are going to cut through them.’

I spat the water that was in my mouth all over myself as we all burst out laughing gaining the attention of everyone at the table.

“Alright new rule, no signing at the table.” Steve demanded as he looked at Clint, Nat and I who were still recovering.

‘Well that didn’t take long.’

“What did I just say Y/N?” Steve gave me a pointed look as I held my hands up in surrender.

“Food’s here!” Peter called as he and Dad stepped out of the elevator with about ten boxes of pizza in hand, as they set them in the middle of the table and everyone spread them out Peter took his seat next to me, “Why are you covered in water?” He questioned with a raised brow.

“I’ll tell you later.” I laughed as Steve and Bucky both gave me shit eye.

••

After everyone had finished stuffing themselves on way too much pizza we all shuffled into the common room to spread out and relax.

“I’m getting another drink does anybody want anything while I’m up?” A chorus of ‘no thank you’ and ‘nope’ came from the mass of superhero’s lounging on the sofas and floor all of them focusing on the TV in front of them.

After getting a bottle of water I made my way to the balcony to cool off, as I leant against the railing letting the breeze flow through my hair I heard the door slide open and footsteps approach from behind me, I turned to face Peter as he stared out into the night.

“I saw you come out here, wanted to check that you were ok.” He said not looking over at me.

“I’m good, there’s just a lot going on, being outside calms me.” I felt him looking at me so I turned to face him, he smiled that perfect smile of his that I’ve been in love with for years.

“Anything I can help with?” He questions moving closer to me, I took a deep breath before signing to him.

‘I love you.’ It felt like a huge weight had been lifted even though Peter had no idea that I’d just confessed my love for him, his face grew into an even bigger smile before he pulled me in to his arms and kissed me softly. Holy shit balls, Peter was kissing me, he was actually kissing me! When he pulled back he moved his hands in front of him and began to sign.

‘I love you too.’

Awww how cute

Into you | Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Byers!Reader

summary; max notices that something’s off with billy

a/n; i know he was an asshole (before sthree) but he’s so cute :(

You and Billy were kind of friends, much to the distain of everyone else you associated with.

You tried your best not to judge people based on other people’s feelings about them— Billy may have seemed like an asshole, but you were sure there was more to it. So you tried talking to him.

At first he was aloof, the conversation never really going farther them him flirting with you. Eventually it extended to talking about your day, and then your likes and dislikes. Within a few weeks you were having full blown conversations about nothing and everything.

You were pretty sure you were the only one that Billy actually talked to. He seemed shallow and nobody had really tried to dig any deeper.

Steve had warned you to stay away, but you decided that a friendship with the boy was harmless. He had never done anything to you and you actually enjoyed spending the time with him. Billy Hargrove was good company and damn fun to look at.

It took awhile for Max to even notice. Billy had gone from locking himself in his room everyday to actually offering to give the girl rides when she wanted to see her friends. In hindsight Max realized that she should’ve been sceptical. Billy never would’ve done that unless he directly benefited from it.

It was a trip to the mall that made the red head realize what was actually going on.

When the duo arrived, Billy surprisingly jumped out of the car behind Max, being quick to lock the doors and enter the mall. Immediately Max spotted Lucas and El, running over to her friends and greeting them with hugs.

Billy took his time looking around the large area. Max watched her brother from a far with furrowed brows. “He’s been acting so weird lately,” she told her friends in a hushed voice, “—he volunteered to drive me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

Dustin snorted from his spot beside Will, the entire party now watching Billy as he began sauntering off to a table not too far from were they stood. “I’ll tell you what’s gotten into the douchebag. He’s in love with Y/N.”

The group shifted their attention to Dustin, each with varying expressions of disbelief. There was no way Billy Hargrove was in love with anyone other then his own reflection.

Max scoffed, arms crossed over her chest, “Yeah, right. All he does is entertain girls. You really expect me to believe he’s in love?”

Dustin nodded smugly, “When’s the last time he had a girl over?”

“Well,” Max paused to think. She quickly realized that it had to have been at least a month. “I don’t remember.” She whispered, her eyes widening.

“Exactly. It’s because he’s obsessed with Y/N.”

“He is always staring at her. I just thought he was looking at her ass,” Mike shrugged, wincing when Eleven elbowed his side.

“Gross,” Will gagged, “—that’s my sister.”

“It’s not our fault Billy wants a piece,” Lucas smirked. This time it was Max’s turn to elbow her boyfriend.

“He’s talking to her right now.”

The group moved quietly in the direction that the two of you sat chatting, trying to stay as non conspicuous as possible.

Meanwhile you were grinning at something Billy had said, the curly haired boy sitting in front of you with a smile of his own.

“You uh- got a little something,” Billy smirked, gestering at your lip. It had to have been chocolate from the cookie you were eating.

Your cheeks flamed bright pink as you tried to wipe it away with a napkin, embarrassment blooming in your chest.

Billy only shook his head, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and taking the chocolate into his own mouth. Now you were blushing for a different reason.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered out, taking a sip from your water.

Billy only winked, the pair of you having what felt like a staring contest.

The two of you were interrupted by a pile of kids falling down in front of your table. Dustin was the first one to jump up, brushing himself off as the rest of the party followed.

They all looked equal parts sheepish at being caught and mad at Dustin for knocking them down.

You glared at the kids with arms crossed over your chest, “Can I help you nerds?” You questioned, looking over all of them.

It was obvious they had been trying to spy on you and Billy. Surprisingly, the boy just watched with a bored expression, deciding to let you handle them.

“We were just in the neighborhood,” Max piped up, rocking on the heels of her feet, “—decided to say hello.”

“Is that so?” Billy finally questioned, leaning over on his arm.

The kids all nodded.

“Looked like you were hiding to me, what do you think, Billy?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe they just decided to drop in,” Billy snickered.

You couldn’t help but to laugh at his ridiculous pun, rolling your eyes at the boy. “Shut up.”

Lucas groaned, rolling his eyes. The rest of the party looked over at the boy with wide eyes, making varying faces that all pretty much added up to the same ‘why?!’ expression.

“Is there a problem, Lucas?” You questioned with narrow eyes, looking your brother’s friend up and down.

As much as the party loved you for being way cooler then Jonathan, they also feared you slightly.

Billy watched you with a smirk. God was he happy to be in your good graces.

“Oh it’s nothing,” Lucas shook his head, “—I just can’t believe Dustin was right.”

You could hear Max mumble a quiet, “Oh God,” under her breath. You had a feeling they would be breaking up for the eighth time.

“Do you have something you’d like to share with the class, Dustin?”

“Other then Lucas being a complete piece of shit? Not really,” Dustin replied, glaring at Lucas.

You watched the group with a bored expression, waiting for someone to speak up.

“I just didn’t know Dustin was right,” Lucas finally piped up, shrugging nonchalantly, “—that you two were up each other’s asses.”

“That is not what I said!” Dustin yelled, watching as your face morphed into one of pure horror.

“You’re so dead,” you threatened, standing up from your chair with cherry red cheeks.

Max backed away from her boyfriend, moving to stand besidr El. The rest of the party watched with wide eyes, waiting for you to pounce on the boy. He was barely an inch shorter then you so you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad.

“Hey,” Billy interrupted, grabbing your hand.

You turned to look at the blonde boy, your eyes still blazing. His, on the other hand, were soft as he pulled you back down into your seat, “—breathe.”

“Scram,” Billy instructed the party, “—I don’t know how much longer I can hold her off for.”

They didn’t have to be told twice. The entire group took off into a sprint in the direction of Scoops Ahoy. Probably to hode behind Steve incase you decided that you still wanted your revenge.

Billy wrapped an arm around your chair, turning to look at you with a smile.

“They aren’t wrong you know,” he shrugged cooly, “—I am definitely into you.”

“How sweet,” you grinned, rolling your eyes. “I’m into you too.”

Broskis I already know that we’re gonna go on a wild ride and I’m hyped

On my own

Part 1

(Peter Parker x Reader)

A lot of Tony Stark as well!!!

Summary: Reader lives a hard life, jumping from foster home to foster home, only staying in NYC though. The reader is a mutant, no one wanted her, and it’s not like she could contain her powers. But in her efforts to steal a famous suit, she ends up getting caught. Her path going in a different direction.

Warning: Language, violence, absuiveness, sexual harassment (sorta not really)

Word count: 4.3 K

A/N: I’m starting a new series because I just can’t stop thinking about this idea and I really need to get it out of my system. This doesn’t mean I’m not opening up requests. I’m still opening them when winter break starts :) And if anyone finds a way for me to post smut before tumbler starts taking them down LET ME KNOW PLEASEEEEE

You leaned your head back, looking up at the ceiling, your head resting on the chair. As you watched the plain white clean ceiling, your mind drifted off to how you ended up here. Cuffed to a desk.

-

This is it. You thought. You tied the straps on your backpack. You looked into the stained mirror, applying the black paint around your eyes. You then tied a black bandana on your mouth and pulled your also black hoodie up. You took a look around the room. All your equipment and tech laid out on the worn out tables. Your eyes then widen.

Running up to your shelf, you quickly grab your gloves. Slipping them on, you stretch your fingers in the glove. You take one last look at the room, and head towards the door. You lock the door behind you securely, putting the key in your bag.

You jogged down steps of the old video shack. It was still open, but no one ever came. Luckily the owner only opens the store from Mondays to Thursdays, so you convinced him to let you take the place above him. It was a small space and it was pretty broken up and he never went upstairs so he gave it to you. Only if you helped clean the place, and worked at least two of the four days he’s opened. You obviously took it because it was better than nothing.

You turned the whole floor, into your own lab. Taking advantage of the old tech the owner never wanted, and the many outlets in the room. You’ve had this place now for about two or three years now. Your main reason for this lab though, was to design a type of device to control and harness your powers.

You were a mutant.

You never had it easy. Mainly because your powers were too strong, and your only a teenage girl. What you could do was incredible, but your always careful not to unleash it. Because just a small thing could do a lot of damage.

What are your powers? You have the ability to absorb cosmic energy and other forms of energy and channel it back in the form of photonic blasts. You also had incredible stamina.

Though these powers sound amazing, your afraid of them. Your afraid to know what happens if you loose control. Your afraid to know what happens to yourself if you loose control. Yes, you’ve used them many times, but never to a huge extent. You’ve designed many devices, such as a tight suit to hold in your energy, but that just ended up melting.

For the past three years, you’ve been stealing tech from people, trying to use it to your benefit. Currently what’s helping you control your powers are these gloves. So what are you doing now? Well let’s get back to where we were.

It’s currently 1:45am. The store was closed, so no one was there when you came down. You made your way out the backdoor. You kept your head low, your hands in your pockets as you walked quickly. It was a normal night in Queens. People roamed the streets, you saw drug deals go down in alleyways, the same old.

As you approached Manhattan, you picked up the speed. Staying close to the dark alleyways, you ran down the streets. You didn’t have super speed, but you definitely weren’t average.

Finally apporching the Avengers Tower.

You heard on the news they were closing it down, and moving to a different place. Which made for a perfect night to take some stuff.

Your life is rough, you weren’t just going to sit there and beg for a better life. You take what you get and you make it your own. You lived on the streets, you were tossed around like garbage, so you took to yourself. You used your abilities, and brilliant mind to get what you needed to survive. You were a criminal. You didn’t ask to be one, it just happened. After being left on the streets at four months, you grew accustomed to this. Now your 16 and you’ve never been caught once.

Well at least not until you did this.

You tapped the screen on your watch. It looked shitty, but it was worked. The small screen let out a blue 3D map of the tower, all the paths and exit ways. You took a few turns, finding your way to a backdoor. As an instinct you scanned the area. Your eyes landing on a small video camera. With a flick of your fingers aimed towards the camera, it’s on the floor, melted. You run with your back low. Your hands ghost over the knob, burning it until you hear a click

Stepping into the tower you take a quick check around. Empty.

You follow your screen, up a few stairs, taking rights and lefts, finally finding it. Your eyes looked through the small window on the door. Your eyes lighting up at what was behind the doors. There beautiful. You scanned each Iron man suit, you could feel the excitement. You finally had the tech to make something. Not just something, but something that could get you out.

All you ever wanted, all you ever needed, was to have a well suited together device that could help you control your powers so you could get away from this place. You could leave the foster homes, the abusive parents, the mistreating and handling. All of it. You needed an out. And this was it.

You quickly made work to the key pad placed by the door. Getting the passcode correct somehow, you entered the room, your eyes landing on the most recent suit. It looked like nanotechnology. Your fingers ghosted on the suit, the metal sending chills up your spine. Your head snaps back as you look at the time. You didn’t have time to stare.

You opened you bag, grabbing a small chip as sticking it on the suit. With a few codes typed on your screen the suits lock is disabled, and the suit disappears only leaving a glowing triangle. Not wasting time. You grab the triangle, zipping your bag closed and getting out. You make your way out of the building as quickly as possible.

When you finally get back to the shack. You let out a sigh of relief. You obviously doubted yourself a little, stealing something like Tony Stark’s suit wasn’t easy. To be honest, it took you months of programming the chip, finding pathways throw the tower and obviously creating the watch screen.

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes, changing into a worn out pair of jeans, and a baggy T. After changing, you take your bag and make your way out.

4:36am - You walk into the worn down house, garbage and clothes lying everywhere. You make you way down the hallways, but before you can enter the room, he steps in front of you.

“It’s late. Where the fuck were you?” Jerry asked, aka your foster dad for about four and half months now. He was one of the bad ones. Him and his bitch of a wife. They were abusive dicks, who didn’t give a shit about you. The only reason your there is because child services is on your ass, always looking into your background. They know about a few of the small robberies you took part in, but you slipped through, mainly because you were a minor and found ways. Besides that, currently you live with Jerry, Lain, and there freak-of-a-son Ronald and preppy-ass daughter Alison, the reason they kept you was just to have someone to abuse, push around, knowing you have no where else to go.

“Out.” You say, walking past him, trying to get to your ‘room’, if you call a small  closet with a small ass window, a room. But before you make it, your pulled back by your wrist. You stumble back a little, the grip on your wrist tightening, he lifted it close to your face.

“Don’t give me that fucking attitude, slut.” With just a flick of your fingers his fingers would be burned, but the thought quickly leaves your mind. You did not need them exposing you.

“Ok.” You say firmly. Jerry, pushed your wrist back making you loose your balance a little and hit the wall.

“Get out of my face.” He spits.

“Gladly.” You mutter to yourself, but he seems to hear it, somehow.

“The fuck you just say to me.” Your head is whipped to the side, you feel the stinging burn on your left cheek. Before the pain takes over, his nasty hand grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers, he takes a steps towards you, as you take one back. But sooner or later your back comes in contact with the wall, and he pushes your head back. “I fucking dare you to say something else.” You could smell the vodka from his mouth, ultimately wanting to puke with scent. You stay silent though. “That’s what I thought.” He pushed your face back, hitting the wall hard. He turned on his heel, going to the living room. You huffed and walked to your room, closing the door behind you.

All you had in the small space was, a small window, a mattress on the ground and a plastic dresser in the corner. You dropped your bag on the floor, unzipping it, your eyes imminently land on the suit, you take the triangle out. Your fingers danced around it, before putting it back in. You slip out of your pants leaving you in just your panties and picking up a t-shirt from the floor. Sleep coming to you quickly.

You woke up two hours later, to the feeling of something cold pressing on your thighs. Your eyes shoot open, coming face to face with Ronald. Your sheets were off you, as his hands touched your legs. You push him away from you, as you stood up quickly.

“What the fuck?!” You grab a pair of army jeans and slip them on.

“What?” He says with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“Get the fuck out before I bash your head into the floor.” He steps towards you, about to touch you, but you push him back harder this time.

“Don’t be a bitch.” He says.

“Get out!” Ronald rolled his eyes, leaving your room. Your body shook, feeling dirty. You quickly change into a whit tank top, and putting a black sweater on, leaving it half unzipped. You grab your bag, slipping on some old nikes a guy sold you a week ago.

6:09am - You made your way into the shack. “Mornin!” You shout as you waved to Johnny, the owner.

“Mornin.” He says as he rearranged the shelves. “Why are you here so early?” He asks curiously.

“Just some trouble at the place,” Johnny’s eyes fall at what you said. He knew you were a foster kid, it was one of the reasons why he let you stay here. You usually came here when there were problems at the foster homes. You never told him what happens, just that there not good. And he’s seen the bruises and scratches that was on your body. He tried his best to help you, lending you some money when you desperately needed it, buying you a few clothes here and there. And letting you use the shower that was in the back room of the store.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and head out.”

“Sure thing.” You make your way to the bathroom.

7:21am - You walk down the halls of the old pubic school. It rotted and smelled, and everyone that went here were sketchy as hell. Queens High School was the worst. You never paid attention, never studied, never put in effort, but you still seemed to have an A in everything. At least you had the brains. Doesn’t mean you haven’t gotten suspended multiple times. Usually for stealing, getting into small fights, skipping classes, and other shit.

2:25pm - You were the first person out of the building. You ran down the street, passing by people, accidentally bumping into some on the way. You had to get to the lab. You had to start working. You’ve been holding his suit all day, just waiting. And finally you can work on it.

Making your way to the shack, which is 20 minutes away from your school, you see a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. Your eyes scan over the expensive car, amazed at how clean and shiny it was. But why would that be here. In Queens. And on the street where the most robberies happen. You entered the shack, the bell from the door making Johnny lookup. “Hey, how was school?” You look back out at the car, and back to Johnny.

“Oh um it’s was ok- hey who’s car that?” You point over your shoulder. Johnny looks back down at his magazine.

“Some rich guy wanted to see you. I told him he could wait upstairs until you get here.” Rich guy? Oh shit!

“Did he say his name?,” You had to make sure. Johnny chuckles.

“You’ll know him, when you see him.” You nod back and make your way to the back of the store, where the stairs were located. But you quickly exit the building through the back door. You climb the ladder on the side of the building, and you peak your head through your lab window.

And there he stood. Tony Stark. You watched as he moved around your lab, picking at some inventions and tools laying around. How did he find me? You were sure that your plan went smoothly and it did. As you thought about the possible ways of how you could have gotten caught, you didn’t notice that you were showing your whole body from the window. And the moment you look back in, you see the man turn to look at you. His eyes squint to focus on you, that’s when your mind drifts off and your ready to run but forget that your on a ladder and fall. The contact of the ground hitting your back, knocked the wind out of you. You held your rib, rolling and groaning on the floor. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

Tony looked through the window, he quickly made his way down the stairs and out the backdoor. You weren’t there. He catches a glimpse of you running down the streets from the corner of his eye. Tony went back to his car, sitting down on the driver’s seat, with an annoyed huff. And with a click of a button, his suit is on him and he’s flying above the buildings.

“Friday, directions.” He says sounding a little frustrated that he had to be chasing down some random-ass robber. 

Your eyes could not stop looking back. Every second your head whipped around to see if he was chasing you. But nothing. Your hood stayed still atop your head as you ran. But when you turn down an alleyway and look back-

“Stop running.” The Iron Man was hovering over the ground in front of you, landing with a loud crash, that shook the earth around you. You kept the hood of your jacket on. “I think you should give back what you stole.” He says cockily.

“Oh I’m sorry, a return date was posted on it,” You answer just as cockily, your voice stern, trying to by yourself a little time to think of a plan. Tony was taken aback at what he heard. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but what caught him off guard mostly was the softens and kid-like voice. 

“How old are you,” He takes a step towards you, trying to show a little decency. But you take a step back, your hands, up ready to fight. 

“Old enough.” Tony’s mask dissolves into his suit, as he cocks his head to the side. 

“How did you steal the suit?” He was genuinely curious, how on earth could someone steal his suit? It’s Tony fucking Stark. You take a few more steps back, just about ready to leave. 

“I don’t have time to be interrogated by a rich boy.” 

“I wouldn’t run if I were you.” It’s your turn to cock your head to the side.

“And why’s that?-” Without a second’s notice, you feel your hands tied together. You look down to see a sticky like substance restraining you. The source of the white substance lands next to Tony. Spider-man. You’ve seen videos of him when Alison was gushing over him. You’ve actually run away from him a couple of times. You had to admit, he was pretty cool, but you couldn’t stop your ways just because there was a hero on your streets. 

“How was that Mr. Stark?” Spider-man says a little to excitedly. Tony gives him a look with his eyes that say’s stay cool. Spider-man nods, turning back to you and straightening up his shoulder’, in a tough guy way. You try wiggling out of the webbing, but it was useless that way. 

“Now that I have your attention, let’s talk.” You continue to struggle in the webs.

“It’s no use.” Spider-man says. “Struggling won’t do anything-” But before he could finish his sentence, your hands rip apart, the energy sending Tony and Spider-man back a bit. The web’s dissolved, due to the energy blast, but so half the sleeves of your jacket. You quickly make your way to another alleyway, ripping the sleeves off and throwing them to the side. The hoodie is still on your head concealing as much as possible. 

“Mr. Stark, what was that? You didn’t tell me the dude has power?!” Spider-man gets up, patting himself off. Tony standing as well, seeming just as shocked.

“I didn’t know. And I’m pretty sure, the dudes a girl.” Tony’s mask, comes back on, covering his face. “And aren’t you the one that always seem’s so loose her?” Spider-mans head drops. “Friday, where did she go?” 

You didn’t even know where you were going, you just ran, all you had to do was get out of there. But soon enough, you were lost. You looked around. Nothing was familiar. That was until the Iron man suit as well as the red-and-blue suit landed in front of you. Before you could get your hands up, you feel the metal tighten around your wrists. You tried creating an energy blast, but the restraints prevented you from doing so. 

“What is this?” You struggle in the restraints. They don’t answer you, instead the car that was once parked in front of the shack, pull’s up next to you. 

“In.” Is all he says. 

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The door clicks, your head comes up from the chair, looking at the Billionaire, walking in. Your head rests back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Tony sits on the other side of the table. A tablet in his hand. He double taps on the screen, a series of videos, pictures and information, all on you appears on in the middle of the table. 

“That’s you isn’t it?” You look at the video, Tony is referring too. It about a month ago, when you broke into penthouse in manhattan. “And this one,” this one was of you, blasting a technology store open. “And finally this one.” This was a tape of you breaking into the Avengers Tower. 

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your head picking up from the chair, staring him dead in the eye. Tony looks at you. Really looks at you. He notices the bags under your eyes, the torn up clothes, the bruises and scars scattering your arm and the top of your chest. 

“You stole my suit.” You give him a look saying And? “No ones ever stolen from me. No ones ever laid hands on my suits, and you just walk in and out like it was nothing.” You shift in your chair. 

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” You reply, Tony rolls his eyes as he takes out a chip from his pocket, sliding it in the middle of the table. It was your chip. “I’ve never seen anyone do this kind of programming, at least anyone other than myself.” He then takes out your gloves as well. “This as well. I’ve also seen your lab.” 

“What do you want?” You ask again, a little panicked at the fact that this man knows every bit of information on you. And him knowing about your powers. No one knew about them. In sixteen years, you haven’t told a single soul. 

“I want to know how you did it. How you managed to get this programming done.” 

“Don’t I need a lawyer or something, you can’t question a minor without one, it’s illegal.” Tony sits back on the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Really? You’ve been living your whole life against the law and if I’m being quite honest, I don’t think you could afford one.” 

“Fuck off.” You answer, his words hitting something inside you. Tony’s eyes soften a little, seeing you get sensitive about the subject of money. 

“I can help you.” His hands intertwine, resting them on the table, as he leans in. 

“I don’t need anything from you.” You spit out, shifting in your seat, for what seemed like the millionth time. You flexed your wrists, that were cuffed to the table. Your wrists rolling against the handcuffs. You had to admit it, they were annoying. You’ve never been caught. It felt different being caught, what’s worse was that you couldn’t think of anything, you had no clue how to get out of this and that scared you.

“Just hear me out-” You stand up loudly, the chair falling back, your hands slamming down on the table.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I don’t need shit from you. You can have your fucking suit back, and if your worried that I messed with it, I didn’t even get a chance to even open it. Now get these fucking things off me!” Your wrists wiggled in the cuffs, you felt like an animal and it was suffocating. 

“Kid calm down-” Tony stands up slowly, being aware of your sudden discomfort and anxiety, not trying to pull any quick movements. 

“I’m calm, I just.” Your eyes lower to your hands that were in tight fists. You closed your eyes for a brief second as you took a deep breathe in. Your hands stayed in fists, but your eyes telling a different story. “Is there anything else you want from me?” You ask more calmly.

“No, um just wait here, I’ll be back.” You nod. Tony exits the room, finding Peter looking through the glass window. 

“What are you still doing here?” Peter’s eyes linger on you before they snap to the side looking at Tony. 

“Oh I just um, just wanted to see how everything is going down. She um- she looks young. H-How old is she?” Peter is still wearing his Spidey suit as he rocked on his heels. Tony eyes squint at Peter, before answering. 

“She’s sixteen-”

“I’m sixteen!”  Peter says a little to excitedly, his voice high-pitched. He does a fake cough, before making his voice lower. “I mean, I mean um I’m sixteen too.” Tony nods his head, with a amused look. Peter feels the awkward silence and changes the subject. “So um, what are you going to do?” Peter looks back at the window, where you were fidgeting around. 

“Let her go.” Tony says making his way to exit the room.

“Let her go?! What- why?!” Tony turns around, he looked down at his tablet, and back up at Peter.

“She just took the suit, she didn’t mess around with it, she didn’t do anything wrong with it.” Peter’s eyes widen at Tony’s words.

“Isn’t she a criminal or something?” Tony looks at the glass window, his eyes softening a little when he sees you. He felt a part of him needing to protect you, to keep you safe. He couldn’t explain it. 

“She’s a kid. Doesn’t really know what’s right from wrong, because no one taught her. She just needs… a little support.” Tony’s eyes take one more look at you, before shifting over to Peter’s confused ones. “Anyways!” He say’s loudly with a clap. “ I need you to give her company for now. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Before Peter could say another word, Tony leaves. 

Peter turns on his heel, his hands becoming all sweaty, and the butterflies swirling around his stomach. Slipping his mask over his head, he opens the door. 

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A/N: Ok this is the start of the a new series. Part 2 coming soon. And I have a twist in the series that I think y’all would really enjoy, so stay toned I guess. If not them um, thanks for reading this one ;)

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