Acidrain707 - Bottling All Of My Emotions

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

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Sister-In-Law

Based on this:

Person A: [gets on one knee] (Person C), will you do me the honor of being my sister-in-law?

Person B: Did you just propose to (Person C)… for me?

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You, Steve, and Bucky are all sitting on the couch in Avengers Tower watching Moana. Bucky hadn’t seen it, and you had refused to let him leave the common room until he watched it, and Steve had joined you two soon after. Thor was out with Loki, who had been controlled by the Chitauri during the invasion of New York. Loki had apologized and decided to become a part of the Avengers in order to make up for the destruction that he caused. He had also accepted Thor as his brother again, accepting the fact that even though they were not blood related, they were still family.

“Y/N!!” Loki practically sang your name as he skipped into the room.

You heard the elevator ding as it opened and Thor walked into the living room. He walked behind the couch and leaned down, gently kissing your forehead.

“Hello, My Darling”

You grin and reach up, running your fingers through Thor’s hair, playing with the long blond locks. You loved Thor’s hair, how soft it was. Thor was always trying to push it out of his face, so you learned how to braid.

“How was your day?”

Thor gave you a blinding smile, “It was most pleasant! I enjoy Midgardian culture”

Loki was still dancing around the room, making Steve chuckle and Bucky give a small amused smile. He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling at you until you finally stood up. “Now, you are not allowed to unleash your anger on me for doing this!”

You cock your head to the side, “What do you mean? I don’t want to be pulled into another one of your tricks”

“Give me a moment and you’ll find out”

Loki grinned and dropped down on one knee, taking your left hand in his.

You flinch back slightly when you see Thor stiffen out of the corner of your eye, “Loki, you know that Thor and I …” He just holds up his hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a beautiful ring.

“Lady Y/N of Midgard, will you do me the honor of becoming my sister-in-law?”

Everyone in the room froze at his word, and there was a choking sound from the vents letting you know that Clint was there too. Thor was looking at Loki with shock and confusion, “Did you just ask for Y/N’s hand in marriage … for me?”

Loki grinned triumphantly, “Indeed! I even acquired the ring Thor intended to use”

Loki holds up the ring even higher, and Thor stiffens again. “How did you find that? I have kept it well hidden in my room”

Loki wiggles his fingers, letting green mist swirl around his fingers, “Magic, dear brother. Did you really think you could keep anything from a trickster? Honestly you are a horrible liar”

Thor signed and looked at you, “I had planned to propose next week; however, it appears that my plans were unsatisfactory to Loki” Thor glares down at Loki, who doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic.

You burst into laughter, doubling over, tears streaming down your face. Once you gain control of your laughter you look up at Thor, “Well, do you want my answer now? Or do you want to wait until next week?”

Thor gives you a soft smile, “I do believe that this situation is more memorable than anything I had planned. I am eager to hear your answer, however if you wish to wait …”

You smile, looking up at your boyfriend, but holding your hand out to Loki, “Then yes, I would love to be your sister-in-law, Loki”

Steve and Clint start cheering when Loki slides the ring onto your finger. Thor leans down and kisses you softly, pulling back to look at the ring perched on your finger, lifting it up and placing a kiss on your hand.

“I love you” he whispers

You smile, “I love you too, My Prince.” You glance oven to where Steve and Clint and clapping Loki on the back, congratulating him on his plan. Bucky is calmly siting on the couch still, amusing himself with the show that everyone is putting on. “And for some reason I love our crazy ass family”

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SO CUTE! SO CUTE! SO CUTE!

Family [Part 2] - Dad!Billy Hargrove

[Requested]

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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Awwwwwwwwwww that’s cute

Legend of Zelda Engagement Ring Box made by Cheryl Bollenbach

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.

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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 ;)

I never knew that I needed this, this adorable story

Family - Dad!Billy Hargrove

Words: 3.550 words (I was really inspired)

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Billy have two kids and ran away from Hawkins. Neil doesn’t know about them.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

(Before someone says something, I don’t believe Billy is racist [since even Dacre himself doesn’t think his comment was made to sound racist] but I do not think that is actions in the show are in any way alright)

Part 1    Part 2

A/N: Gif is not mine :)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N - Your son’s name

You wake up and the sun light hits you right in the face right when you open your eyes. You turn around quickly and hold back a groan. You look over Billy and almost ‘awn’ out loud at the sight.

Your boyfriend, Billy, is sleeping peacefully on his back and your 2 year old daughter is sleeping on his chest, her chubby cheeks pressed on his skin and her parted lips make a way so a little drool falls into Billy.

You brush her curly hair out of her chubby cute face and Y/D/N hums into your touch.

It’s pretty late, but it’s Sunday so nobody is giving fuck about getting up early.

Y/D/N falls back into her deep sleep as you pull away and you look up at Billy. The peaceful look on his face just makes your smile come back.

You two found out that you were pregnant after you were almost graduating. Billy didn’t tell anyone and worked two jobs for a few months so the both of you could have enough money to survive alone. Your family was supportive and didn’t tell anyone either.

You two ended up getting an apartment not too far from Hawkins, since you didn’t have enough money to move to California, as Billy wanted.

Billy’s family think that you just left Hawkins together because you wanted to be independent.

It’s been 2 years since your baby girl was born, and you two now have full-time jobs and a better apartment. But … you two had another kid a half year ago, this time everything went way smoother, since you two didn’t need to stress over not having enough money for food and a place to stay.

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Ahhh I really NEED a third part pls

Without Me (Your Secret Love pt. 2)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader, slight Steve Harringtion x Reader

Warnings: pining, jealousy, argument, cheating, underage drinking

Summary: Nancy tries to help you move on from Billy. Billy struggles with his emotions

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Part One

“I’m so proud of you.” Nancy said as I hung up the phone. I reached for her, wrapping my arms around her. My body is still shaking and my heart aches as I sob into her shoulder.

“I shouldn’t even be crying like this.” I say, pulling back and wiping my eyes with a laugh. She just beams at me, squeezing my hand. She reaches up and helps me wipe my tears away.

“It feels like a break up. Of course it’s gonna hurt.” she placed her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me. “But the best thing to do now is build you up.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her. She just took my hand and pulled me into my bedroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bed. She knelt in front of me and took my face in her hands.

“It always does me good to pamper myself after something like this...When Steve and I broke up I got a new hair do, went to the spa and just loved on myself….Your situation is obviously different but if you wanted to, we can dress you up and go to Tonya’s party.”

“What?” I asked in surprise. “No way.” Billy had been supposed to hang out with me tonight, but since that wasn’t happening he most definetly would be at her house.

“Exactly.” Nancy said, “He’s gonna be there. And you’re going to be assertive.” She pulled me back to my feet and brought me to my mirror. She stood behind me, placing her hands back on my shoulders and peering at me in the mirror. “You’re gonna look hot. You’re gonna dance and drink and be a dumb teenager with me.” I smiled.

“That sounds great.” she grinned and clapped her hands.

“Okay. Let’s get started!”

Third Person P.O.V

Billy was trying to have a good time. He was already reasonably drunk and Tonya had sucked him off as soon as he got to the party. She was pleased he had decided to come. He tried to hide the hurt, and he thought he was doing a pretty good job of it.

Until she walked in the door with Nancy.

“Wow.” Tommy said mesmerized. Carol punched his arm and rolled her eyes when he cried out in protest.

“What?” Billy asked chuckling. “What are you….” his words died in his throat when he saw her through the crowd. She was walking, hand in hand with Nancy Wheeler, who was beaming with pride. Wow was right.

Y/N wore faded blue jeans, rolled up over black bike boots, a black halter top and a black leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. Her hair was teased and piled on her head like a crown and her make up, thick black liner and bright red lips. Her nails were painted black and she wore several bracelets on her wrists. Billy stared at her, eyeing her up and down as she walked through the foyer. People parting for her and Nancy as they made their way.

“Is that...Y/N.” Billy started as Tonya placed her arm around him and sat in his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist instinctively and took a hard sip of his beer.

Y/N held onto Nancy’s hand tightly. She could feel everyone eyeing her as they walked down the hall. In a show of confidence she let go of Nancy’s hand to remove her jacket, only to giggle with embarrassment when someone wolf whistled at her.

“Sorry!” Nancy shouted. “Y/N’s my date tonight!” she playfully kissed Y/N’s cheek and threw her arm around her. “You got this.” she whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“What is this? Halloween?” Tonya snapped rudely at Y/N as she walked by. Y/N stopped and turned to look at her, doing her best to keep her eyes off Billy.

“Just thought I should remind you bitches.” Nancy snorted, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggled.

“Remind us what?” Tonya asked.

“If I need to tell you then you really are dumber than you look.” Before Tonya could say anything else, Steve and Jonathan blocked her from their view.

“You ladies look good tonight.” Steve said, handing Y/N a drink. She took it and reached out, hooking her arm through Steve’s and pulling herself into his side.

“Nance, you mind I dance with Harrington here? He did get me a drink.” Jonathan was already leaning down and nuzzling Nancy, she smiled and waved Y/N away with a wink.

“Go ahead. It’s our night to be dumb teens remember?” with that Y/N took Steve’s hand.

“Show me what you got Harrington.” she pulled him towards the living room and towards the dance floor.

Y/N was amazed at how confident she felt. When Nancy had finished making her over she felt like a new person. She felt beautiful and bad ass and ‘you better hang onto your man cuz just one look they’d be gone.’ For the first time in her life, she was ‘that bitch’.

She pulled Steve close, by the front of his shirt and began to grind on him, rolling her hips into his as the music pulsed through the living room. Steve put his hands on her waist, holding her close and pressed his forehead against hers.

“You really do look amazing tonight Y/N.” Steve shouted over the music. He smiled at her in awe of her beauty. She only grinned and pulled him closer.

Billy’s P.O.V

I watch her from the doorway. God I must look like a fucking freak, staring at her while she’s grinding on Harrington. I watch her hands, slide up his chest and over his shoulders. She used to touch me like that, roll her hips on me like that. I watch as she turns around and begins to press her ass against him. Suddenly I feel something else take over me. I push my way into the living room and up to the two of them. I take her by the arm, as gently as I can and pull her away from Steve.

“We need to talk.” I whisper in her ear, my eyes flickering to Steve, who’s looking at me with irritation. “Now.” she pulls her arm away from me, glaring up at me. I can feel it. That electricity that kept me coming back to her. I’ve never seen her so defiant, she’s always been needy, needy for my touch, my hands, my lips, my cock. But now she’s looking at me like she hates me. “Please.” I try, my voice faltering. She sighs and turns back to Steve. I glare, jealousy flaring as she leans up and kisses him lightly on the cheek, before motioning for me to follow her out into the back yard.

The night air is cool and I pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag as I follow Y/N out of the party and around the side of the house. It’s nearly too dark to see, only the street light casting a dull glow on her. I can see her shivering and begin to shrug off my jacket.

“Don’t.” she says, putting her hand out. “What do you want Billy?” my mouth goes dry. I don’t even know what to say to her at this point. I know I fucked up. But I’m still with Tonya….

“I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.” she crossed her arms over her chest. “Sure you don’t want my jacket?”

“Look at me.” she said firmly and nodded. “I’m good.”

“I really am sorry Y/N.” I bite my lip, unsure of how to continue. “Maybe...maybe I was using you in the beginning.” she scoffs and rolls her eyes. I don’t know where she got this defiant streak from, but it’s hot as hell. “But things changed.”

“Not enough apparently.” she snorted. “You’re still with Tonya Billy.” I open my mouth but she cuts me off. “No. This is on you. You led me on and I….I wanted to believe you felt more for me than you did...But it’s done. I’m sure Tonya’s waiting for you-” I reached out, taking her in my arms and pushing her up against the side of the house. I brought my lips inches away from hers and I could feel my dick growing. She looked at me with that defiance once again and it was driving me crazy. I loved it.

Third Person P.O.V

The tension was palpable as Y/N glared at Billy, holding his gaze firmly. Her body gave her away though as she pressed herself into his growing hard on. She licked her lips as he closed his eyes and shivered against her.

“I can’t let you go.” Billy whispered against her lips. He reached up and pressed the tip of his thumb against her mouth, without hesitation she sucked it between her lips, biting gently. Everything Nancy had said to her went out the window, her mind went white.

All she wanted was Billy. She needed him.

“I don’t want you to.” she said once his thumb left her mouth. She looked into his eyes and saw something beyond the lusty haze, something she’d been seeing for weeks now. “But i want to be the only one.” With that she shoved him off of her and straightened herself up. Before she walked away he took her hand in his. He wasn’t the begging type, he’d never been left hanging like this before either. But there was something exciting in her newly found confidence. He brought her back to him and locked his fingers in her hair, tilting her head up as he pressed his body into hers again.

“Nobody,” he whispered huskily, “Makes me feel the way you do.” he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, his heart leaping when she melted into it, tugging roughly at his hair. He opened his mouth to her, allowing her to dominate the kiss. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, searching every bit of it as if for the first time and sucked on his lips hard. He was dizzy with lust and aching for her.

“Come find me when you’ve decided that for real.” she knew he’d been drinking, he probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning. She kissed his cheek and walked away, fixing her clothes and wiping the edges of her mouth.

“Hey. Everything okay?” Steve asked, opening his arms to her. She sat on his lap and took a sip of his beer.

“Everything’s good.” she smiled down at him and joined in the conversation he was having with Nancy and Jonathan.

Billy stood in the doorway of the living room. Her eyes flickered to him every now and then, she knew he was watching her. His mind was racing and his blood boiling with anger and jealousy. She should be with him, sitting on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, loving him.

“And this one?” Y/N asked, pointing to a scar on his right elbow. She kissed it sweetly. Billy loved her tenderness as she ran her fingers over the jagged skin.

“Got in a car accident when i was a kid, some glass got stuck in my arm.”

“Oh.” she said softly, staring at the scar.

“Come here.” he whispered, bringing her face up to his. He kissed her gently, running his hands up and down her back as they made out.

“You know,” she said when they pulled apart for air. “Someone’s gonna see us.” Billy shrugged his shoulders.

“So?”

“So if we keep meeting here it could be trouble.” Billy sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Do you want to stop doing this?” she shook her head.

“No...But I don’t think it’s right.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, taking her hand in his. She pulled away, sitting up and folding her legs across each other. Billy sat up, propping himself on his elbow. The thin hotel sheet covered his hips down, but left his broad, sunkissed chest very open for view. “Do you?” he asked again, taking her face in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over her cheek bone.

“Yes.” it wasn’t more than a mumble. They sat there quietly for a moment. “I just wish it didn’t have to be like this. I wish I could really be your girlfriend.”

This memory rung out in his mind as he watched the girl he loved snuggling up with another guy. He finally understood. He knew what it felt like for her to see him every day with Tonya. He knew how hard it must have been for her to keep her cool and keep acting like things were okay. Just so she could spend a few hours with him….He shook his head. It was crazy. Normal people don’t do things like that.

But she wasn’t normal. She had loved him.

And it took him standing in the middle of his girlfriend’s party, watching her with Steve Harrington for him to finally, truly admit to himself.

He fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him.

A/N: Part 3?

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