List Of Things That Fuckin’ Terrify Me:

GHOST AND THE SPIDER ©

CHAPTER 7

AUTHORS NOTE: Peter and Y/N actually talk in this chapter! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, please leave any comments that you might have I love reading them, I adore you guys, enjoy!

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

WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluffish?

GIFS ARE NOT MINE.

“Myshka get up, you’re late for your first day of training.” Nat threw a pair of black leggings and a matching sports bra at me as I pulled the covers over my head groaning, she pulled them away from my face revealing her big green eyes looking down at me, “You still not sleeping properly?” Her face softened as she took in the bags under my eyes.

“I got a couple of hours.” She brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “I’m fine though, just too comfy to get out of bed.” I tried to pull the covers back over my shoulders but Nat held them firmly where they were.

“I’d get up before Bucky comes in here.” She smirked as I rolled my eyes knowing how persistent the Super Soldier was.

“Fineee.” I huffed throwing the remainder of the covers off me and flinging my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the clothes Nat had thrown me earlier and walking to the bathroom to change, I turned to look back at where she still sat on the bed, “But you’re making me breakfast after.”

“Deal, now go change you’re already ten minutes late, Bucky’s probably having an aneurysm.” She stood from the bed sorting my covers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

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Better Choice [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x Harrington!Reader

Summary ; Billy really didn’t expect to fall for a Harrington after seeing how obnoxious and annoying King Steve was, but fate has a funny way of bringing opposites together to not only make people’s lives better, but also to wreak havoc

Warning(s) ; swearing, mentions of sexual intercourse, making out

Word Count ; 4.9k+

Author’s Note ; Goodness, this was a work in progress for months. I had started on the first half of this fic somewhere in june but I got stuck along the way because I didn’t know how to continue it, but I really liked the first part so I had trouble tweaking it. I’m kind of conflicted about the ending because it seemed pretty abrupt to me, but I had trouble coming up with a suitable and sensible ending that fit the first half, so it turned out strange. Hope you guys like it though! Feel free to send in constructive feedback or ask to be added to my taglist  xx 

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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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IT SHOULD BE MADE ILLEGAL FOR TOM HIDDLESTON TO LOOK STRAIGHT INTO THE CAMERA.

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HE KNOWS WHAT IT DOES TO US.

HE BLOODY WELL KNOWS IT.

Friendly Reminder : Don’t forget to breathe, honey.

AHHHHHHHHHHH IM STILL CRYING OVER THIS

I’m rewatching the new VLD season and doodling along. That scene…that broken “Keith”….ahhh. (That entire season. Oh my god.)

Ahhhhhhh Excuse me but I didn’t agree to die. All jokes this was a awesome read, can’t wait to read more.

Labyrinth

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: is this the first piece of writing I’ve ever posted here? Yes. Am I a bit nervous? Yes. For the wonderful @hazsterfield writing challenge.

Prompt: “Please, just stay a little longer.”

Summary: Getting trapped in a death maze constructed by a psycho killer isn’t exactly how you expected this fight to go. 

Warnings: ANGST omg, blood, peril, light swearing? 

Word Count: 3k (wow, I got a little out of hand)

God, dad is gonna kill me after this one.

I mean, it’s not my fault right? Who could’ve predicted the psychos we were fighting would’ve built trap doors right into the ground of the battle field?

Not the Avengers, I guess.

Long story short, I convinced my dad to let me come to one of the “Big Fights”, which doesn’t happen particularly often. But this time Peter was given the ok, so I gave my dad an earful about injustice and my years of training until he gave in.

Tony Stark was kind of a push over when it came to me.

Anyway, so there we were, fighting an army of bots and soldiers run by a man who had been terrorizing the public with puzzles of death, and who was also very persistent about defeating the Avengers (as it was, of course, his last step to completing world domination, blah blah blah) when I drop straight down through a sudden opening in the earth. And suddenly I’m alone, in a maze of puzzles of death.

Great. You can bet I’m fucking grounded.

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