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nikkisheep · 2 years

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Subby Billy x Switch!Steve x rough mean dom fem reader

The reader isn’t in the mood but it was arousing to see her boyfriend ruined because of her but not enough to want her to get off the reader is asexual.

When Billy started rubbing himself on reader’s pillow while Steve and reader were gone to the store and all he wanted was his love of his life’s to come and take care of him after a bad day but what he didn’t know that reader and Steve came back home early and heard the sounds that were coming from upstairs Billy didn’t think he would get caught because he broke the number 1 rule “NO PLAYING WITH YOURSELF WITHOUT PERMISSION”. So when he settles down and take in everything that just happen and he realized that the reader and Steve was standing by the door while he was rubbing himself on their pillow he gets punished by reader and Steve. Reader tells Steve to find Billy’s prostate and start fu*king him silly while the reader put a prostate vibrator in Steve while he is pounding Billy from the back and the reader is playing with Billy’s nipples making him go even dumber than before. After a while, Steve starts to get dizzy and ends up pulling out of Billy so the reader orders Steve to make out with Billy while she takes Steve’s place and continues to pound in Billy’s prostate. Reader did not give Billy any warnings just start aggressively ramming into Billy’s prostate he goes deeper into subspace he comes SO hard he ends up crying and clinging onto Steve for dear life (at this point Steve is back in action and comforting Billy while he is clinging onto Steve’s body for dear life) and Billy says to Steve “STEVIEEEEEE MOMMY’S FU*KING MY PROSTATE I CAN’T STOP COMING *eyes crossed* and *tough sticking out*” after a while, Billy stops coming he is in subspace and all he can do is call out to his Steve (which he calls him either Stevie or daddy your pick doesn’t matter to me), and his mommy (reader) and say he wants more.

Mommy kink, Daddy kink, degrading kink, praise kink (at the end), overstimulation, pegging, toys (used on Steve magic wand it hits his prostate dead on), rough play, nipple play (Billy has sensitive nipples), choking kink, prostate massage, subspace, and a LOT of aftercare.

In the request above

Warnings: Mommy kink, Daddy kink, degrading kink, praise kink (at the end), overstimulation, pegging, toys (used on Steve magic wand it hits his prostate dead on), rough play, nipple play (Billy has sensitive nipples), choking kink, prostate massage, subspace, and a LOT of aftercare, use of slut/whore, light slapping, tear licking (Sorry but not sorry)

READER IS ASEXUAL (She perfers to not have sex) (I think this is kinda what it means but Idk really. Hope I don't offend anyone)

Billy was needier than ever. He was not used to his mommy and daddy gone for a long time. He was sporting a hard on in his shorts. He had tried to not touch himself but when he is by himself and was missing you, and it was a hard one, no pun intended. That's why he found himself laying in y'alls bed and was humping a pillow.

His moans echoed througout the house. What he didn't know was that you and Steve wanted to head home a little bit early cause you had gotten Billy something. He moans at the soft pillow rutting against his sensitive parts, sweat collecting on his forehead.

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Opening the door, Steve carries the bags of food into the house with you right on his tail. You were laughing at something that was said on the radio. You both stopped when you hear a grunt from the bedroom, thinking you were hearing things you wait for just another second. A moan that is no doubt Billy's echoes again. You look at Steve and nod to the room.

Opening up the bedroom door, the sight of Billy completely bare body rutting against a pillow was pure sinful. Billy cries out and you could tell he was close.

At the sound of clearing your throat, Billy's head snaps up to lock eyes with you.

"Mommy?"

"You have been a very bad boy, Billy." You shake your head.

"But mommy-"

"No buts, slut," Steve says.

You look at Steve with a aroused glint in your eyes. You were aroused but you felt that it wasn't enough for you to have sex.

"Daddy-"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and I said no buts."

Billy whines and Steve grabs his cheeks.

"I don't wanna hear another word come from this pretty lips for the rest of the night," Steve whispers.

"Steve, that's enough. Strip," You order.

Steve was a dom at times but once you revealed that you perfered doing the ordering around, he soon realized that you were in control and he wsa at your mercy. You were not like some doms, no, you liked to be mean. It gave you a thrill to see the hope of climaxing disappear from your boyfriends eyes at your word.

Steve got naked like you asked and you curled your finger for him to come here. You stand up and run your hands over his chest, feeling the light hair there. Steve's breath studdered and you blinked up at him with doe eyes.

"Get behind Billy."

Steve does as he is told.

"Play with his nipples, Steve."

Steve takes Billy's nipples in between his fingers and rolls the bud softly. Billy whimpers, his nipples were always sensitive. You and Steve found that out when you were trying out using ice on him.

"Rougher," You instruct.

Billy whines at the stimulation.

"Shut up, whore. You couldn't just wait for Mommy and Daddy to come back home."

He shook his head.

"Steve," He looks at you, "Spit on your hand."

"Now, rub his cock with your hand baby," You say.

Billy lets out a long, rugged moan when Steve's hand grazes his tip.

"Now, slip one finger into his ass."

Steve groans at the tight muscles of Billy's ass clenching around his finger. You feel yourself get wet but it still wasn't enough.

While Steve fingers Billy, you walk to the chair that had the new toy that you had bought. You pull the wand out, looking it over. Steve starts to jack himself off so you slap his hand.

"No, be a good slut for me and wait."

You tell them to get on their knees. Steve lines himself up with Billy but not thrusting in, waiting for your instruction. You nod and Steve spears into Billy, who grips the pillow that he was humping earlier.

"Good sluts for me," You taunt.

A buzzing sound filled the room, Steve looking back at you. Walking over to the bed, you use the lube from the bedside table. You lube up Steve's ass and push the wand in. Steve's hips studder and Billy whines out a "Daddy".

"What did Daddy say Billy?" You question.

"N-no talking, Mommy."

"Then why are you saying anything? I said be a good whore and take what Daddy is giving you," You give a pointed look.

The vibrating wand massaged Steve's prostate and he started to go rougher with his thrusts. You move to Billy and grip his neck, not enough to cut off all of his air but just enough to get him a little bit foggy. You moan at the sight of Billy's weeping tip.

"You're so hard for Daddy, aren't you?"

"So much it hurts, mommy."

"That's too bad, Steve stop."

"Noo!" Billy cries.

"Shut the fuck up," You slap him.

He gasps and then whimpers when he pushs back onto Steve, causing Steve to groan.

"Mommy?" Steve says.

"Yes, baby?"

"Can I move?" He pouts.

"Yes you can," You smile.

After a couple of more thrusts and the vibration on his prostate, Steve was close. So was Billy.

"C-Can I cum?" Steve begs.

"What?" You ask.

A few more thrusts.

"Can- can I c-cum?" He cries.

"What was that baby?" You taunt.

"Mommy please, can I cum?" Steve cries, tears pouring over his waterline.

"Yes you can," You say before licking his salty tears.

His hips studder and he climaxes, Billy following suit.

After cleaning them up, you kiss Billy's cheeks.

"You did so good, Billy."

Muttering a couple of I love yous into his ear, you rub his back. Steve kissed his neck and whispered sweet nothings into Billy's skin. You changed the sheets and got Billy into bed. He fell asleep not long later and you left to the living room with Steve.

"So, that was fun," You smile.

"Tear licking?" He chuckles.

"You look hot when you cry," You smirk.

You lean over to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Did you have fun, Mommy?"

"Of course I did. I always do," You sigh.

"I enjoyed watching you two."

"Can I be the dom next time?" Steve whispers into your neck.

"Oh baby, we all know who is in charge around here."

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 years

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Chapter 2

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader (?)

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

A/n :This #### will be used to explain the character’s past.

Warning : Grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language.

Somewhere in Brooklyn.

There’s a female who is taking a nap on the couch. Today’s activity kind of exhausts her because of last night and the unexpected event at the restaurant. She wants to take a nap first before having dinner. But after 10 minutes, her beautiful sleep got distracted.

“(Y/N) !!! (Y/N) !!!”

(Y/N) awakened up from her nap because of the smashing door. She rubbed her eyes with her backhand. When her eyes finally focused, she could see someone standing in front of her.

She lazily asked him, “What’s up, Bambi?”

“Don’t call me with that nickname.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because you have grown up. But Peter Parker, in my eyes, I will always remember the boy who cried asking me for ice cream.” She put on her smirk smile, her hands moving fast to mess up his hair.

He slapped her hand that made her giggle.

“It’s not like I hate you coming to my house? But what’s wrong with that pouted face Peter?”

Peter heavily sighed; this time, he threw his body to the couch. He crossed his arms and pouted.

“Aww, ~~ What's it, partner? If you keep sighing, you will get older.”

“Urgh,” Peter rests his head on her shoulder. “When can I have a job that doesn't relate to guns?”

"You can."

Peter lifts his head to get a look at her. "How?"

"Die first."

"Thanks (Y/N)."

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulder, "You can't get rid of it. It's already in your DNA."

She pinches Peter's cheeks. "Why do you sound sarcastic today?" Usually, every time he came into her house, she could see flowers behind him. Now the background changes into grumpy Squidward.

Peter’s face still on the pillow, he grumbles, "You shouldn’t come to my work today."

"Why not? I'm worried about you."

"Pietro has been asking me about you."

"He knew I'm related to you?" (Y/N) seems surprised.

Peter nodded. "He noticed on my first day."

"He's good."

"But today…. It's not only him." Peter grumbled.

(Y/N) still impressed about Pietro’s instinct, she didn’t hear Peter grumbled since he speaks to soft "What?"

He shook his head "Nothing."

"Are you going to have a sleepover?"

Peter has been living in his place since he graduates from university. Before he said anything (Y/N), grab his hand. "Please… I'm tired eating delivery also instant mac&cheeseeeee~."

Peter shook his head; who would even think a former assassin like (Y/N) could act like a child because of food.

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To explain the relationship between Peter and (Y/N); both are not related by blood. (Y/N) knew him because of his mother, and she met him when she was an assassin.

And a deadly one.

Why did she leave?

Because of Peter.

Something happened that made (Y/N) choose to burn everything from her past to the ground literally. She made quite a name in the underworld.

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"Fine." He answered that made (Y/N) raised her arms to cheer.

"But only for today though, because my new housemate is coming." said Peter while he went to the fridge to get some ingredients.

(Y/N) looking at his back, the boy in front of him acts more mature than her. Time moved so fast the first time she met him; he asked her for a piggyback, cried when she didn't give him ice cream and blamed her when he's the one who broke his mother's favorite plate.

And now, he is almost taller than her, independent, better at cooking and moving out from their luxury home.

(Y/N) puts her chin on her palm. "I don't understand why you need to move out." She doesn't want to tell the truth that she misses him.

Peter already started cutting the vegetables. He had a reason why he moved out; somehow (Y/N) past will come to hunt and target her.

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Peter knew everything about her and saw it. He could live with it, but he couldn't sleep every time he heard a gun, a sound of grunting because of the stabbing, and in the morning, he saw their house destroyed with bullet holes and destroyed furniture.

They have to move a couple of times.

He never saw any blood and dead bodies, (Y/N) top priorities were to get rid of the blood and bodies before he sees it.

Peter knew that she understood his reason why; he could see her teary eyes when he told her he wanted to move out. She felt guilty for all the things he had been going through because of her.

But it takes two to tango. Peter was the one who asked to stay beside her before she dropped him with his aunt May Parker on that day.

What (Y/N) said was right; it’s already in his DNA. Danger always follows him because of his mother.

His mother used to be an assassin like (Y/N) until she met his father. She left everything to build a family together.

But their happy life was cut short; one day, he lost his parents, and that's the first time he saw the dark side of (Y/N) and the first time he knew what revenge is.

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"I met someone." Peter answer.

"Owww~ My brother is a man now~."

Peter looked at her through his shoulder.

She nodded her head multiple times. "I understand you need privacy."

"But use protection okay?"

"Ugh,(Y/N)!! Seriously…?"

(Y/N) laughed while putting her hands on it defensively. "Sorry, I will stop it."

After 30 minutes, both of them finally eat dinner together.

"Someone else beside Pietro also asked about you."

"Hmm."

"You knew who it was don't you?"

(Y/N) winked at him.

She knew it must be Steve because it is obvious he tries to flirt with her, and she gave him her phone number. She made a program if someone put specific keywords along with her fake name, she would get notified. (Y/N) only tell her real name to someone that she could fully trust.

She must admit he almost got her, with the help from Starks, the other genius, but she's better at hiding.-

"You planned to make him more curious about you right?"

"You're getting smarter Peter." (Y/N) want to meet Steve once again. Today the moment she saw his face, it looked like a cheesy chick flick movie.

She could replay the moment he approached her. And when he tried to be cool to say 'Hi' but failed, that was cute.

(Y/N) wasn’t planning to stay long at the restaurant today but she has to because she’s worried about Peter. Last night both of them went out to get dinner when they had back her old enemy try to target her. It failed since (Y/N) is much more powerful, but Peter’s shoulder got hit.

He said he was fine, but her heart clenched when she saw the blue bruise on his shoulder. Peter is a stubborn boy; he doesn’t want to make her worried. But she is; that’s why she chooses to stay to make sure he’s alright.

She didn’t regret staying since she met a gorgeous man today. Perhaps cupid plays its part.

Peter added, "He's a good boss, don't shock him."

"You make me look like a cold hearted bitch." (Y/N) scoffed.

Peter sighed. "The time when you were with Billy Russo?"

"It was brief, but we are cool."

"It's hard to believe when he sent his Anvil team to get you."

"Because of me, he learned that his team was weak. He even sent a letter thanking you and said let's meet again."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head; he wishes he wishes the best for Billy.

"The time with August Walker?"

"To be fair, I betrayed him, but hey, we got a free helicopter."

"Zemo?"

"Both of us agreed to break up, and he ended up married with his true love. Happy ending."

Peter sighed "(Y/N); the reason why I'm saying this is because everytime you broke up with your boyfriend, they would come after you." The aftermath is always messy.

"I love this job, and my new friend. Please don't mess this up." He makes it clear since he liked his new workplace; the first time he came for the interview, he knew something different.

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How Peter ended up working in Steve Rogers’s business?

Peter’s previous boss closed the restaurant to enjoy retirement with his wife. He recommended Peter to try at Rogers.

Rogers restaurant has been known as a prestigious dining place. He thought his chance was small, but it turned out he passed with flying color. Wanda was impressed by the way he could keep up with her work ethic.

After working a few days, he realized Rogers is not just a regular restaurant.

Pietro interrogated him to get some info about (Y/N), and one more obvious reason he saw a gun under Vision blazer, why would a manager own a gun? Why?

Then (Y/N) told him the truth that his boss is a famous mobster in Brooklyn.

Peter sighed when he heard that; he thought he could start living like an average person.

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"You knew me Peter." She put down the knife and fork, then sipped a glass of red wine.

"I'll listen to you. Besides, I quite like him."

Peter widened his eyes "You mean genuine like him right? Without any agenda?"

(Y/N) nodded, "Maybe he could be your future brother in law."

Peter immediately shivered to imagine Steve became his family. "Let's not think to far (Y/N)."

Unlike Peter, someone else already thinks of it.

Somewhere far away, in a secret mansion where Steve and others gathered.

Three of them sit around the table; Bucky and Sam were nervous while Steve is playing with the dagger.

Natasha is furious. "I knew someday Rumlow will make a fuss at our area and make a big mess. But what I don't understand is why I got a call from the fixer and then the interior design telling me they want an extra payment because we asked them to finish in a month?"

She already anticipated the surprise attack from Brock since he replaces Pierce. It’s nothing new for them.

She noticed that Steve doesn’t listen to her complaints "Did Brock hit Steve's head? It looks like he’s not listening to me.”

Sam bumped Bucky’s elbow to talk to his wife.

Bucky cleared his throat because his seat is near to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Honey, Uhm… so today, something else happened."

Natasha listened what her husband whispered to her, what she hear made her gasped "Pietro!! Bring out the vodka !!" She called out their favorite bartender.

"Wake him up," Nat told her husband, her head pointed at Steve.

Bucky threw a french fries from his plate at Steve.

It hit Steve’s cheeks, successfully got his attention. He realizes Natasha sits in front of him, and Pietro serves them vodka.

Sam shook his head; he silently murmured his boss also, his best friend is in lovesick right now.

"Ooh, something to celebrate?"

"Little white wolf told me you got lovestruck today?"

Bucky’s hand covers his red cheeks when his wife mentions his nickname while Sam pretends not to hear it.

"Yes." Steve admitted.

"Congrats.” Natasha smirked while asking him, “So... she's the reason why you want our restaurant to reopen next month?"

"Correct."

"Ow, interesting."

“What makes her unusual was, she’s the only guest that didn’t run when the fight happens.” Bucky said.

“She’s the one who gave him that dagger.” Sam added.

“And, we couldn’t find anything about her even with the help from Starks.”

Bucky and Sam told her everything; they told her with excitement like they found a discovery.

Natasha was immensely impressed when she heard that “Can’t wait to meet her.”

They wish Steve could find someone that can accept who he is. In the last relation he had, they tried to change him by asking him to leave the mobster. It ended up badly, making Steve became bitter about everything.

If this woman not afraid to see what happened today, perhaps she could accept who Steve is.

"Me too." Said Steve, his lips could reach his eyes. His eyes are still looking at the dagger, thinking that he has to impress her the next time they meet.

A/N: Dum Dum dum~~~~

The female reader turned out to be a retired assassin. At first, I want to make the reader be Peter’s godmother, but I don’t want her to be that old, so I change it to stepsister.

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greenduvet · 3 years

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Trick Candles

summary: Your roommate Peter throws you a party, and feelings are shared.

category: fluff!

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this fic is dedicated to the Tommy to my Billy ilysm and happy late birthday!! Andddd thank you all so much for 500 followers!! That’s crazy! I feel so honored to have you all here with me. You all mean so much to me, thank you.

“Blow out the candles dork!” Peter, your roommate teased as you had sat before the mess of a cake, he had made you. He would never dare to tell you, but he wanted to make everything perfect. More than perfect, he wanted to make this special for you. If he couldn’t find the words to use, he would try his best to show you. You meant everything to him.

The neon-colored candles and mess of ‘happy birthday’ written in icing just couldn’t be more perfect for you. With a deep breath in you tried to blow out the candles, only to realize they were trick candles. “Peterrrrrr!” Groaning you looked at him, the look on his face was a soft in itself. Slightly closed eyes, dimples showing, nothing could top his beauty in these moments. He held your heart, lock and key.

After his short bout of laughter he stopped, but his smile never left. “I just had too okay! The look on your face! I had too!” The grin on his face only grew when you smiled at that. Doing the best he could not to speed, he ran towards to kitchen for two forks. “Time to dig in?”

With a nod and grabbing the fork from his hand you both took a bite… only to spit it out. “It’s um.” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Shit.” His laugh returned once again, and you joined immediately. “At least I tried!” You smiled deeply and got up to hug him. You wouldn’t change a single way things were going. He paused his laughing fit at the feeling of your hug. Looking down he met your eyes.

“Thank you so much for today Peter, this is just perfect.” His smile only deepened while his plus quickened. “But I think we should order pizza.” You squeezed him softly once more before pulling apart from him. It was like he had frozen in place, one hundred thoughts rushed through your head and one hundred and ten rushed through his.

You were in love with Peter and had been since the first time you had caught him shoplifting an entire stock of Twinkies. His silver hair caught you eye and you froze; it was as if your world had shifted. Everything was just so easy, loving Peter was as simple as breathing, if you ignored the fact that he didn’t feel the same. He was your best friend, your roommate. You did everything together. Things just couldn’t change, but it never stopped the fantasies of you wishing, longing, for more. You would savor these moments you were able to share with him solely.

Peter was in love with for as long as he could remember, or maybe it hit him all at once? All he was certain was that he was in love with you more than he could express or understand. He was able to just be himself with you, and you enjoyed him. It was odd for him, but he knew he could never loss you from his life. Friend, Roommate, boyfriend? He would take any roll in your life just to be apart and stay with you. You held his heart, lock and key.

“Pizza is a great idea, I’ll even let you get your favorite since it is your birthday and everything.” Rolling your eyes, he ruffled your hair. He wanted so badly to just spit out his feelings, yell it from the roof top but he couldn’t find the right words. He knew how to suffer in silence.

After pizza had been consumed and a few rounds of playing sonic Peter and you decided to sit and talk. The birthday fun was wearing off into a calmer atmosphere between the both of you. Now or never right? “Peter, I love you.” Silence. You can feel your heart sink, the sting of rejection stabbing your heart. The blood in your veins felt like ice. It took everything it had in you to look towards him, only to find him softly sleeping against the couch. Of course. You glanced towards the digital clock that was underneath your shared TV. The red glaring numbers read 2 AM.

Grabbing a blanket, you threw it over Peter and softly kissed his head. “Good night Petey.” And with that you went to your own bedroom and slept.

Peters’ eyes shot open the second you had left. He was awake and he heard everything. How was he supposed to respond? What words would express exactly how much he loved you? He panicked. The moment had gone too fast for his liking, faster than usual. He needed to figure out how to tell you, and fast.

About a week had passed since your fun little celebration and quickly the slight tension that night had brung faded. Once again you both pushed down your feelings, but not for long.

Peter leaned his head into the living room to ask, “Hey there’s this cute park I found the other day, maybe you and me could check it out?” Instantly you looked toward him.

“That sounds amazing, let me get ready?” You asked in return which he seemed to enjoy your response.

“Of course, make it quick I’m waiting!” He teased in return which you only smiled at.

Today was the day, Peter was gonna do it. He had rehearsed his talk in the mirror and it just had to happen. Maybe he was still convincing himself, but he just knew he had too.

As you both walked towards the park you had grabbed his hand, “For safety.” You gave him the most bogus serious face you could and lifted your joint hands.

“For safety of course.” He did his best to give the same look back without laughing.

Soon enough you both had found a nice spot underneath a huge maple tree. People watching was something Peter and you had in common, it felt so tranquil. You both comfortably in the soft humming of birds and children playing outside. Peter was trying to process his thoughts and figure out what to say. But you beat him to it.

With a deep sigh you looked towards him, “Peter I love you.” His mouth stood agape, then ran a hand through his hair. Suddenly the stinging returned, the ice cold blood. You were wrong, you had ruined everything. His face was so lost, you couldn’t read him. Did he see the heart break? Did you want him to? No. Getting up from your spot, you brushed your legs off, “I think I need to think.” With that you left.

Peter couldn’t do anything; he was just glued to the floor. He wouldn’t let himself lose you, using his speed, for the first time, he was in front of you. “Y/N I love you so much that I don’t have the words to express to even start. I brought you here to confess my feelings, obviously you beat me to it.” He gave himself a pity laugh and looked towards his shoes; they suddenly were so interesting.

The smile on your face broke through the tension and loved filled your eyes, “Oh Petey I’m so happy!” You leaned into his arms and he lifted his eyes back towards you. “Now how the hell did you get over here so fast?” You both laughed softly and held his hand on your way home.

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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👑See Me In A Crown👑

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Request; DABI x READER: YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN- BILLY EILISH. THATS A BADASS DUO AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

A/N; True true, I highly agree, this is a gender neutral reader btw. Also, i took mega inspiration from the see me in a crown music video. Rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dabi x Villain!Reader

Warnings; manga spoilers, blood, semi gore, swearing, anime s4 spoilers

{gif is not mine}

“L/n, Y/n. Quirk: Nightmare. They can make one’s deepest nightmare come true. Villain name: Darkness.” A raspy voice spoke as a h/c haired person stood behind Dabi. That was you. You had a twisted smirk on your face, peaking from behind. “Scary huh? I was dismissed as a hero. Now I’m here~” You hummed. “Why did you bring their police report here?” The blue haired man asked, examining your figure from behind Dabi.

“Because he just broke me out of course.” You said in a monotone voice and stepped out beside Dabi. “L/n, bite your tongue.” Dabi commanded, you just stuck your tongue out and bit it. “You’re Tomura Shigaraki, yes?” You smirked and walked over to him. “You’re plan to finish off all of the heroes is failing yes? You let go of you’re chance to work with Kai Chisaki, he was very powerful, but you aren’t.” You smirked and leaned forward.

“I will kill you, L/n.” Tomura growled, you just laughed and then his hand went around your neck, pinkie lifted of course. You gave him a twisted grin as your eyes darkened to complete black. “Do it. Why aren’t you?” Your voice had gotten deeper as you invaded his mind, looking for his worst fear. “Y/n.” Dabi said in a warning tone. “Saved by the bell eh?” You smirk and grab Tomura’s wrist, ripping it away from touching your neck. “Try some lotion sometime, it might do you some good.” You whisper in his ear before retreating back to Dabi’s side.

Your comment towards Tomura made a blonde girl giggle but she quickly shut up. “They’re strong-” Dabi started, “They are cocky and disrespectful.” Tomura cut him off. The man beside you sighed deeply and crossed his arms. “They are strong, level headed, and can talk anyone down in seconds. They’re perfect for the League of Villains since we got rid of Chisaki.” You smiled and nodded happily. “Fine. They are your responsibility, scar face.” Tomura huffed and left the room. And so it begins.

Dabi thought, instead of wasting a Nomu, he would send you to deal with Endeavor and Hawks. “Dabi, that’s boring. Stupid Number One hero will kill me.” You whined to Dabi as you both sat in an abandoned parking garage. “Bite your tongue and bide your time. He won’t kill you, baby. You think I would let that happen? He’ll simply kill his fear.” The man across from you answered as you sat across from him. When he called you baby always made your heart flutter.

“Dabi, you don’t understand. The nightmare would be an extension of myself. If he does kill the nightmare, I’ll take awhile to recover.” You say, a small hint of fear in your voice. “I’ll be completely vulnerable.” “Then I’ll come get you. Don’t worry okay baby?” You sigh and nod. “Yeah okay.” You say, before smirking evilly. “I’m gonna run this nothing town.” Dabi grins at that statement and kisses you. “You’ll look great in a crown.” He smirked.

The time came and you sat in the same restaurant as Hawks and Endeavor. A table maybe ten or fifteen feet away. As a villain, you couldn’t always rely on your quirk, just like heroes couldn’t. You sat in the corner with a baggy black cloak on, messing with a Queen of Hearts card in your hand. Like a card trick of sorts. “Y/n, are you ready?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang through your small earpiece. “Yeah yeah.” You mumble and looked at the marble wall behind you as the waitress came up. “Would you like-” Her voice was cut short.

Count my cards, watch them fall, blood on a marble wall.

You smiled when you saw the blood on the wall and turned around to see everyone screaming and the two heroes looking at you. You grabbed the card that you threw that was now stuck in the wall and covered with blood. You licked the corner while smiling. “Oh yes! Keep screaming please!” You turned to the now standing heroes.

“I like the way they all....scream.” You smirk while licking the splattered blood from your lips and wiping your face with your sleeve. “Damn, and here I thought you were kinda pretty.” Hawks said, glaring at you as you grabbed more cards, one between each finger. “If you think I’m pretty, you should see me on a crown. I’m gonna run this nothing town~” You grin and threw more cards but Hawks deflected them with his feathers. “I’m not after you anyways, bird boy.” You hiss and take your hood off, grinning now.

“Tell me, Mr. Number One Hero, which one is worse? Living or dying first? Sleeping inside a hearse? Don’t worry, you’ll be in one soon!” You laugh as your eyes turned black. “Shit, Endeavor that’s Darkness! They broke out yesterday!” Hawks warning before you conjured up Endeavor’s worst nightmare. You let out a low chuckle before shooting through the roof.

There were certain levels of a fear, simple, mild, darkness. You started off simple, any hero’s fear would be innocent people dying. You conjured up black smoke that cut through the building you were just in. “Enji Todoroki eh? Seems you have a lot of fears.” You taunt as the Hell Flame hero dodged at you. You were able to dodge each of his attacks. “Ah, it seems you are afraid of All Might. Perhaps because he will always be stronger than you?” You laugh

Your black smoke took the form of All Might, now fighting Endeavor for you. Dabi let loose the grey Nomus to keep other Pros in the area occupied along with Hawks. “How’s everything up there?” “Perfect Dabi.” You hum back into the comlink before returning your attention to Endeavor, whom was just thrown to a rooftop. You grinned as you heard screams from down on the ground. “This is wonderful...ACK!” You held your stomach as you started to cough up blood.

You looked over at Endeavor who was now on the ground, though he landed one good hit to your nightmare, it was still okay. You huff and glare at the unmoving hero and threw a card at his eye. That woke him up, his painful scream echoing through the worthless city. You laughed and wiped your mouth from the blood. “Ah, you are weak. Shouldn’t be Number One after all eh?” You taunt with your voice coming through the nightmare All Might. You sent the nightmare after Hawks until you started to cough up blood again.

“What the fuck?!” You scream as you see a fireball crash into the city, like a meteor. Your entire body went limp from your nightmare being destroyed. Your body went flying to the ground until a hero caught you. Damned Hawks. When the two Pros were together again, you in Hawks arms, Dabi finally decided to show up. “Give them back.”

You were still semi-conscious so you heard the raw emotions in your boyfriends voice. “Who-” Endeavor started before Dabi started a whirlwind of blue fire. You took your chance to use the last of your energy to run to the man. “I’m sorry Dabi, I should’ve been better.” You said weakly but was quickly soothed when he kissed your forehead and picked you up. “I will kill you next time, Number One.” He hissed before disappearing.

Later that day you sat in the same parking garage, but this time on a bed, rubbing your skinned knee and stabbed thigh with rubbing alcohol so it wouldn’t get infected. Outside the door you heard yelling. “I told you to send a Nomu, not your fucking sidekick.” A man hissed at who you assumed was Dabi. “They had to prove themselves to the League, I thought this was their chance. It still go the job done, didnt it? Hawks?” Dabi smirked before going back to you. Hawks? Why was Dabi talking to a hero?

#my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi x reader #mha touya #touya todoroki #hawks x reader #endeavor x reader #tomura x reader #toga x reader #lov x reader #league of villains #song oneshots

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diamonddragon03 · 3 years

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Chenry Oneshot

I think no one will read this, but I try my best. Um, hope you like it!

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Summary: Piper begged Char to catch up with her friends, she thought it gonna be like a normal conversation. Unfortunately not due the jealously of her big sister, she dare Charlotte to kiss Kid Danger in public.

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"I dare you to kiss Kid Danger in right front of everyone."

She not going to that right in front of everyone. Let go back a bit.

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"Piper, you don't have to take me there," Charlotte said while Piper pulling her out of the door.

"Yes, you have to because I wanted to." She smiled, getting in her car when Charlotte just stands there. "Come on Char, please."

"Fine, "she sighed, getting in and buckle up. They're going to Nachoball for her friends to catch up with each other. What's worried Charlotte is that the 2 cocky, famous superheroes will be there too. Yet, she doesn't seem why she's worry or nervous.

"We're here!" Piper yelled happily, snapping Char out from her thoughts.

"Already?" Char asked to herself, Piper heard it.

"Yes, come on." Piper dragged Char from her car and went inside the Nachoball and many people here because of those famous superheroes.

Piper found her friends, she grabs her and dragging through the crowd. Charlotte never likes tight, crowded people with no space whatsoever, she's not a public person.

They sat down, then Piper introduced, "Hey besties, you know Charlotte?"

The girl with brown hair, blue eyes- looks like the same age as Piper gasped, "Is she Henry's girlfriend?"

"Uh- well, no" Piper answered quickly, she does ship Chenry but she won't tell.

"We're just friends," Charlotte spoke before they ask more questions.

"Ahem," Another girl coughed.

"Oh I'm Olivia and this is my big sister, Gina." She introduced her as Charlotte shook their hands.

"I'm Charlotte, shall we order now?"

"Why don't Piper and Olivia go and order for us?" Gina said sweetly as she gives Charlotte a stare. Okay, some jealous girl she always has to deal with.

"Sure, come on Piper." Olivia smiled and Piper gets up, leaving two older teens on the table.

"So...what about Henry?" Gina asked nicely, but Charlotte always knew that she was jealous for some stupid reason.

"Are you jealous? I and Henry are just friends." Charlotte told her, trying to convince Gina.

"Well, I wanted to know that Henry asked me out on a date!" She squeals causing Char to feel pain in her chest. Is she jealous or it's just pain?

"Ah, that's so great of you." Charlotte praised Her falsely, God, Henry was a player.

"And I want him to-" she was interrupted by Kid Danger who came up to her, only Charlotte. He's nosy cause he swore that he heard his name.

"Can I help you?" Gina smiled seductively, twisting her hair with her finger.

Char mentally rolled her eyes, she is not that type of girl that gets attention or some jealous stuff. But whatever, Henry look at her and smiled, "Can I signed for you?"

Gina squealed, "Yes! On my shirt please."

Char put her menu upon her face, which she knew it's not so innocent. Afterward, Henry or Kid Danger tapped on her shoulder causing her to drop the menu.

"Do you want me to sign for you?" Henry asked, smiling at Charlotte. He should be smiling at Gina for love, not her.

"Um, no thanks." She politely declined.

"Come on, I know everyone here for us to sign them. Why don't you do it? Or aren't you scared?" He smiled cockily, which made her twist her head at him.

"No, it just my opinion, I can ask for it, not now." Char snapped, making some people watch the scene.

"Sheesh, I'm just telling you." He winked, making Charlotte blush, gladly they couldn't see it.

He walks away, Charlotte turns back and reads the menu. The menu was slammed down by Gina, she looks jealous again.

"What's wrong?" Char pitting asked, Gina just scoffed.

"About Kid Danger."

"What about it?" She smiled innocently.

"He winked at you, but not me."

"Well, okay?"

Before Gina could say another word, Piper and Olivia came back with the script with their order number. Gina just scoffed and crossed her arms as Charlotte looking through the menu, not reading.

"So did you guys talk?" Olivia spoke up as she sits beside Gina.

"We did." Gina quickly answered, making Charlotte roll her eyes again. Even though, Piper can feel the tension quickly.

"Order 399 and 400!" One of the servants yelled, making Piper stand and screamed.

After a while, eating, chatting, and hearing music, they got a bit bored. Olivia has an idea popped up, "We should play truth or dare!"

"Yes!" Gina cheered as Piper does the same, making Charlotte cover her head. She never likes truth or dare or should say as truth or flare, get it?

"Let go with Piper," Gina said thinking of what things up to her head, "I dare you to text your recent boy and said I love you."

Piper gasped then grab her phone and text it, then she shows it. He accepts and replies I love you too, that's sweet but Char knows it's Billy from the Bilksy family. After many truths and dares, it was finally Charlotte's turn which turns her into an unexpected day.

"Next is you Charlotte! I dare you to kiss Kid Danger right in front of everyone." Gina told her, making Olivia and Piper gasped.

"You know I can't do that!" Char squeaked.

"Yes you can, now go on or I'll video this to everyone." She threatens her nicely so Olivia won't suspect it.

Before Char could answer, Piper drag her to the corner of the restaurant.

"You're going to kiss my brother aren't you?" She joked.

"Piper, it's not like that and I have no feeling for him."

"Sure, let say that I didn't hear you say it. Chenry is true guys." Piper walked and whispered to herself on the last sentence, back to the table as Charlotte follows her in frustration

Gina smirked evilly, making Charlotte terrified. She sighed and quickly walked over where the 2 superheroes who are signing up their paper and things. Kid Danger notices her appearance and stood up quickly the whispered.

"Something happens Char?"

Her heart was beating so hard that it will come right out of the chest, she started laughing nervously as she getting closer to her. Henry watches her confusingly by her action.

"Are you okay Charlotte?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm fine and I'm sorry."

"Sorry for wh-" Henry was cut off by her lips on his, they're kissing. A lot of crowd gasp then starts recording as Ray cheering cause his ship is true. Gina scoffed as Henry pulls her for more as Piper watched her in awe, she heard Gina scoff, she gonna have to deal with that later.

Charlotte finally break the kiss and looked at Henry who was about to smirk and bit his lip. She wanted to slap him, however, a lot of people are watching them. She took a step back as Henry does the same, she saw many girls who are giving her a deathly look and like they wanna kill her.

"Um, sorry everyone, it was a dare." She nervously spoke as girls looked at her in disgust. Henry saw it, he never likes them hurting her so he agreed.

"As she said, it's a dare, I don't have a girlfriend." After he said that, everyone went back to where they were doing. Chair thanked him as Henry went back to his desk when Ray starts teasing him.

"So what was that kiss Charlotte?" Gina asked nicely.

"Um-" Char started and thankfully Piper finished, "Well let say that they got no feelings."

"Really?" Gina was shocked as Olivia suspect her as if she was jealous.

Charlotte wished that she shouldn't do that to Henry, but this kiss seems so interesting and made a spark that flew in her body. She hates to deny this, she liked that kiss, hopefully, or not if Henry is the same as her. Ever since she dreams of him kissing him, she avoided him of all cost, terrified to lose their sake of friendship.

Even though Henry felt the same way and he swore that they broke their friendship. Hopefully not, he can't stop thinking about her soft lips on his. Ever since in his dream about Charlotte being seductively for a bet to kiss her.

After hours of eating and drinking, also Henry and Charlotte staring each other like they're in awkward tension when alone. The place is almost 50/50 empty and Olivia spoke, "Can we take a picture from them?" She pointed at Henry and Ray in the suit.

"Sure, everyone can take many pictures of us." Henry smiled cockily, scaring Charlotte as she looked at him, wanting to kill him.

"Yay!" Olivia cheered, handling her phone to Piper as Charlotte moves to the other side, she is not to be involved in pictures with them. Gina smirked as she walked up to him and do the sexy pose which he wasn't interested in.

"There you go!" Piper said as she hands her phone back to Olivia and sits down, however, Gina still trying to seduce him. Charlotte never likes any girl to seduce him to made him womanizers, she hated it.

"What are you doing?" Kid Danger asked, making Gina giggle in response.

"I don't know, you're pretty handsome aren't you?"

"Yeah, thank you very much." He thanked her then walked away to the back with Ray to go on a 'mission'.

Gina groaned, "Ugh, he ignored me, how dare he!"

"Well, he doesn't want you since you're being just beautiful and be jealous of Char." Piper barked which made Gina scoffed in ignorance and walked out of the door.

"Sorry about my sister, she wanted some boyfriend to be cool and I know that she will be using him." Olivia explained the continued, "Thank you Piper and Charlotte for coming to us to have a chat with me, talk to you later Piper." She left, leaving them two here.

"Well, you need to talk to my brother about that." She smiled.

"I'm not going to talk about that!" She squeaked, she always stubborn from doing this.

Piper took her outside and drag her to where Henry and Ray, in normal casual clothes. Charlotte was now nervous again, so is Henry.

"This is gotta be awesome!" Ray cheered, taking out of his phone to record.

"Can w-we, can we talk....alone." Char shuddered, she wanted to wreak the nervousness she's having.

"Ugh, fine. You're no fun." He muttered, getting in the van and play his favorite game. Piper does the same but she taking pictures of herself innocently. Yes, she does want to sneak and take a pic, she knew that Char would kill her than Henry does.

"Um- I'm sorry that I kissed you, it was a dare!" She squeaked again, she doesn't like doing this in a public place.

Henry laugh which made Charlotte looked at him in confusion. He stops and spoke, "Charlotte, are you hiding your feelings from me."

"What feeling?" She asked him nonchalantly as Henry shook his head.

"That feeling in your dream and the feeling when we kiss. Don't deny Char, I do have a feeling for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop playing Char, that kiss we did was a true feeling for me. Don't worry about the friendship, it stays together when we're in a relationship."

"Wait are we-"

"Yes, we are a thing, Char, I love you." He hugs her as she hugged him back. After that, she remembers something.

"Wait, Gina told me that you're in a relationship with her."

"What? No, I'm not, she covered it up to make you jealous."

"I wasn't jealous!" She snapped, making Henry laugh.

"Sure you were, I got an eagle eye." He teased, making Charlotte slapped him on the arms.

"I wasn't jealous." She told him sternly, yet he doesn't care and he still loves her.

"Stop denying Char." He shooked his head, laughing at how stubborn she is.

"Look, I wasn't-" Henry cuts her off with his lips on hers again. For a few moments, it was stopped by Piper who took a picture of them with a flash, accidentally.

"I gonna kill you, Piper." She screamed playfully as she got in the van. Henry shakes his head and followed her. Gladly, he's finally with her, also he will always have a Char.

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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Fast Cars (Steve Harrington x reader! Blurb)

Description: Reader gets in a car accident resulting from Billy speeding and all she wants is Steve to come see her at the hospital! (A/N: I know this doesn’t go much with season 3 but we shall just pretend!)

I sat in the hospital bed looking down at the cast that was being wrapped around my arm, my mom was sitting off to the side on the phone with the insurance company no doubt demanding Billy’s insurance pay for my injury since it was his fault. I was driving home the mall after visiting Steve at work for his break and in general I just sat there to talk with him since he wasn’t busy, but on the way home Billy Hargrove happened to be coming down the road the opposite direction. He was racing down the road as usual carelessly and somehow lost control of the car slamming into the back rear tire of yours causing your car to go off road and spin until it eventually rolled over once resulting in you breaking your arm and having some minor lacerations on your face.

‘’Mom?’’ You ask wanting to have someone to talk to and help keep you distracted from the pain and throbbing in your arm. ‘’Mom?’’ You call out again and she glance over at you holding her finger up to you as she holds onto the cord with the other hand. You sigh falling back down in the bed waiting for her to be done, after a few minutes she gets off the phone looking at you with sorrow.

‘’I think I’m going to go have to get a lawyer,’’ She says simply making your mouth open slightly, ‘’I’m sorry honey the hospital is trying to have me pay and we can’t afford it, I have to plus that ass-’’ She begins to explain but you wave her off, ‘’I’ll be back, you’ll be okay right?’’ She asks and even though you hated to be left alone you give her a soft smile encouraging her to go.

You close your eyes resting for a little while and then finally a nurse comes back in waking you up, ‘’Hi Hon, I’m Sue! How’s the pain?’’ She asks you walking over to you leaning against your bed slightly.

‘’Uh,’’ You pause, ‘’My arm really hurts and so does my head a bit,’’ You explain to her and she nods at you sympathetically.

‘’Okay we’ll get some meds for you then!’’ She says eagerly giving you an encouraging smile making her way across the room.

‘’Hey!’’ You call out causing her to turn around raising her eyebrow at you, ‘’Would you mind moving the phone over here?’’ You ask her. ‘’I have to call someone!’’ You tell her and she smiles at you walking over and grabbing the phone then handing it back to you. ‘’Thanks!’’ You tell her graciously. You dial the familiar number of Scoops Ahoy! And wait for someone to answer, you always called Steve at work and while sometimes he was too busy to talk you hoped now he wouldn’t be.

‘’Ahoy, Captain Steve speaking!’’ You hear his familiar goofy voice through the phone causing you to laugh.

‘’You’re such a dork,’’ You say laughing.

‘’No I’m not! It’s company policy to answer like that!’’ He argues back.

‘’I thought you said screw company policy?’’ You ask him knowing he said exactly that at one point when they told him to wear a hat.

‘’I said no such thing,’’ Steve says trying to sound professional, ‘’How was dinner?’’ He asks.

‘’Yeahhhhh,’’ You say dragging it out. ‘’About that,’’ You say letting out a nervous laught.

‘’What?’’ He asks.

‘’Well I’m at the hospital actually-’’ You begin to say but he cuts you off.

‘’You’re at the hospital?’’ He asks sounding shocked but also worried, ‘’What the hell happened?’’ He asks.

‘’I got in a car accident,’’ You tell him, ‘’It wasn’t my fault though, and I would’ve called you sooner but my mom was on the phone with the insurance and so the phone was occupied,’’ You admit to him. ‘’And she just left a while ago so I had the nurse let me use the phone,’’ You tell him.

‘’A car accident?’’ He questions. ‘’Are you okay?’’ He now says sounding concerned.

‘’I’m fine now! I broke my arm, so I got a cool cast and I’ll let the kids sign it so it won’t look so dull,’’ You say hearing Steve let out a laugh from the other end. ‘’But just a few scrapes other than that I’m still all in one piece!’’ You tell him.

‘’Thank God,’’ You hear him sigh in relief. ‘’Who’s the dipshit that caused it?’’ He asks. You hesitated to tell him because you knew as soon as he heard he was going to lose his shit. ‘’Y/N,’’ He says warily, he knew you too well.

‘’Okay well, it was Billy Hargrove,’’ You say cringing as soon as the words leave your mouth.

‘’I swear I’m gonna kick his ass!’’ You hear Steve yell. Yup, this is the reaction you expected. ‘’I swear I’m going to kill him-How fast was he going?- Is he at the hospital too?’’ Steve says spitting one question after another.

‘’Steve,’’ You try to interrupt him but he continues to ramble, ‘’Steve!’’ You yell a bit louder and he goes quiet. ‘’I’m okay, I’ll be out of the hospital tomorrow!’’ You tell him. ‘’I’m just waiting on my mom to get back.’’

You heard Steve sigh and you could picture him leaning his hand against the wall as he held onto the phone with his other hand, ‘’He could’ve really hurt you Y/N,’’ Steve says softy. ‘’What if it would’ve been worse?’’ He asks sounding like he was about to cry.

‘’It wasn’t,’’ You tell him. ‘’I will be okay, but right now I just want my boyfriend to come cuddle with me in this not big enough bed.’’ You say a smile echoing on you face, ‘’If you can, I know you’re working.’’ You say.

‘’No, no, no of course I’ll come.’’ He rushes out. ‘’I’ll just have to tell Robin to close up, I’ll be there as soon as I can alright?’’ He tells you.

‘’Alright,’’ You say feeling happy knowing you would have him here.

‘’Y/N?’’ You hear him asking. You hum in response, ‘’I love you.’’ He says.

You smile knowing that he was still probably worried about you, ‘’I love you more Steve,’’ You tell him. ‘’Just take your time okay?’’ You tell him and wish each other a short goodbye.

An hour later Steve still wasn’t there which you didn’t mind, you didn’t want him to rush and end up having an accident of his own. You just patiently read the magazine next to your bed as you waited flipping through it absentmindedly. You hear a knock on the door showing someone was here and you look up to find Billy Hargrove standing at the entrance of the door, ‘’Y/L/N,’’ He says to you.

‘’I still have one good hand Hargrove and I am not afraid to use it,’’ You say rolling your eyes closing the magazine in your lap. ‘’What do you want?’’ You ask him.

‘’I wanted to apologize,’’ He says simply. Your eyes widen in shock, an apology from the Billy Hargrove? Who knew! He stands there awkwardly his hands together behind his back and you knew this was a very rare occasion for him.

‘’You don’t apologize much do you?’’ You say laughing causing him to perk up slightly. ‘’Well, turns out I’m a very forgiving person,’’ You pause. ‘’Lucky you.’’ You say and that causes a slight smile on his face. ‘’So I do forgive you but I have to ask a favor in return,’’ You tell him and he looks at you confused.

‘’A favor?’’ He asks sounding slightly annoyed.

‘’A favor yes,’’ You tell him. ‘’While this could’ve been much worse,’’ You say gesturing to your arm in the cast lifting it up slightly. ‘’It wasn’t but that doesn’t mean that next time it won’t be, and next time it might be a kid or something.’’ You point out. ‘’So just watch it okay?’’ You ask him. ‘’That’s my only request,’’ You say after he doesn’t answer for a few seconds.

‘’I can do that I guess,’’ He says making your raise your eyebrow in question, ‘’I can do that.’’ He says which sounded much more confident. You smile pleased that he agreed and he smiles back at you light heartedly.

‘’What the hell do you think you’re doing here?’’ You hear the familiar voice call out his voice laced with anger. Steve appears at the door a teddy bear with a balloon attached to it in one hand and a your favorite candy in the other. ‘’Haven’t you done enough?’’ He asks.

‘’Steve,’’ You call out to him wanting him to calm down a bit, you could understand why he was mad but you did not want to see another fight between the two. ‘’Steve!’’ You yell waiving your cast up in the air as he glared at Billy trying to gain his attention, ‘’Babe,’’ You call out making him turn his head away from Billy to you, ‘’He just came by to apologize,’’ You tell him.

‘’Apologize?’’ He asks and the expression on his face said it all, he couldn’t believe the words. You nod your head and he glances back at Billy.

‘’I should go,’’ Billy says awkwardly. He looks away from Steve and over to you, ‘’I’ll see you around Y/N,’’ He says simply.

‘’Like hell you will,’’ Steve says.

‘’Steve,’’ You sigh making him turn to you giving you a confused and innocent look. ‘’Remember our deal Hargrove,’’ You say pointing at him and he nods glancing one more time at Steve who looked probably the least intimidating you’d ever seen him with the bear and the balloon. He walks out the door and Steve watches him as he leaves giving you a weird look.

‘’What deal?’’ He asks coming over closer to your bed.

‘’Just a little condition for him,’’ You say simply. ‘’Is that for me?’’ You ask and he smiles handing you the bear, you pull it into your chest hugging it tightly setting your chin on its head. ‘’Thank you,’’ You say smiling at him and he just gives a goofy smile back. You move over slightly in the small hospital bed and pat down at the available spot for him to sit with you.

‘’Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you?’’ He asks cautiously sitting down just barely on the edge.

‘’Just shut up and get in bed with me!’’ You tell him.

‘’Well I can’t say no to that can I?’’ He asks a flirtatious smile across his face as he moves further into the bed wrapping his arm around your shoulder and you sink into his chest. ‘’Feel any better?’’ He asks as you lift your hand to grab his that was draped over your shoulder.

‘’I do now,’’ You say leaning your head against his chest and closing your eyes.

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‘’Disgusting,’’ You hear a voice say aloud. You peel your eyes open noticing Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas, El, and Max all standing at the edge of the bed. You felt your cheeks heat up and you move yourself up causing the grip against your torso to tighten, you look over noticing Steve was still asleep next to you and you smile.

You touch his shoulder gently shaking him and he groans in response, you look back at the kids who were all laughing at how much of a baby Steve probably looked like. ‘’Steve,’’ You say pushing him. ‘’Stevey,’’ You say in your baby voice causing for more laughter. Steve opens his eyes slightly looking around the room his eyes widening a bit when he notices the company, ‘’Did you call them?’’ You ask him.

‘’He called me,’’ Dustin says, ‘’Then I kind of called everyone else.’’ He says and you smile at him.

‘’Did you all bike here?’’ You ask and they all nod, ‘’You guys didn’t have to do that!’’ You say clutching your good hand over your chest.

Steve pushes himself up further stretching and then rubbing his eyes, ‘’I knew you’d guys would come eventually,’’ He points out.

‘’Are you gonna let us sign your cast?’’ You hear Dustin asks and you nod eagerly. ‘’I want first dibs,’’ He says and you laugh nodding at him.

‘’You got it,’’ You tell him, ‘’Go find a sharpie,’’ You say to nobody in general but Mike leaves dragging El with him and they come back a few moments later a sharpie in hand. You smile as Dustin walks over and signs his name and one after another everyone else does as well, after everybody’s gone you hand over the marker to Steve who smiles at you mischievously. ‘’Do not write anything inappropriate!’’ You tell him laughing.

You wait a few moments looking at everyone as Steve writes on your cast letting out a laugh and everyone else finds a spot to sit in the room. Although your mom left you alone it was days like this that you knew that no matter what you would never be actually alone. That you had not only Steve but a whole parade of people who cared about you and that was the best feeling in the world.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things show #eleven #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #Lucas Sinclair #erica sinclair #Billy Hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy stranger things

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kohanayaki · 5 years

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Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove) Ch 5

Links: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7

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Ch 5 .:Not According to Plan:.

The next day you found yourselves outside the Hawkins community pool after the kids, aside from Max, begged you to drive them there.

“You're lucky I'm taking you anywhere after you spied on me,” you said, hands on your hips.

“I wouldn't exactly call it 'spying',” Lucas said.

“You were staring at us from the bushes,” you deadpanned.

“Fair enough,” Dustin said.

“Listen, I don't know what you guys thought that was, but Steve and I were just hanging out and I don't want to hear you guys spreading rumors around, okay?” you sighed.

“Sorry, (Y/n),” Will said.

“It's alright,” you said, “Just don't go sneaking around in the fake plants at the mall again, someone might call Hopper.”

Everyone got their swimsuits from the trunk and ran to the changing rooms, eager to jump in the pool and cool off a bit.

You locked up your car, tying your swimsuit cover around your waist. You were lucky this place had life guards, at least; you wouldn't have to keep track of everyone all the time. As you looked up to the guard seat, however, you began to think maybe you weren't so lucky.

“You've got to be kidding me,” you said to yourself. Now you understood why Max was less than enthusiastic to come here.

“Of course you would work here,” you said, walking up to Billy.

“Just couldn't get enough of me, hm?” He grinned, stepping down from his perch.

“Don't flatter yourself, hotshot,” you said, elbowing him in the ribs.

The razor sharp glares you were receiving from the middle aged women around you were kind of hard to ignore. Moms everywhere were wishing you would drown as Billy's attention shifted solely to you.

“I see you're popular with the PTSA,” you said, leaning back against the ladder.

“You could say that,” Billy chuckled, “I don't mind. Boss gives me extra shifts because I bring in more customers.”

“I wonder why,” you said, rolling your eyes, “Have you ever considered putting on a shirt?”

“People seem to like me better without one,” Billy said, eyeing you.

Your throat suddenly felt dry as his eyes traveled down your body, leaving shivers in their wake. You bit your lip, trying to clear your mind, an action that Billy's eyes followed. You took a small step back, and the energy seemed to disperse.

'Don't fucking do this,' you thought to yourself, 'You know how he is, you're just gonna get your heart broken again.'

Billy seemed to sense the shift in the air too, clearing his throat a bit.

“Where's your boyfriend?” he asked as a joke, but you could have sworn his tone turned a little bitter despite the unwavering kilowatt smile on his face.

“Boyfriend?” your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him.

“King Steve,” he said, making air quotations with his hands.

You felt a hot blush creep onto your cheeks, hoping you could pass it off and blame it on the sun.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said.

Billy scoffed at that.

“Come on, with the way he looks at you? I bet he wishes he was.”

“And you don’t?” you smirked.

Billy looked at you, surprised, before chuckling and letting out a low whistle.

“Bold today, aren’t we?” he said, leaning against the life guard post and giving you a full view of his chiseled chest, “I must be rubbing off on you.”

“Yeah, well you’re a terrible influence,” You laughed.

While you and Billy talked Max looked over to you guys, watching. A small crease formed in her brow as she saw Billy smile at you, his laugh ringing out through the pool. How long had it been since she saw him smile? Really smile. She couldn't recall any time in the last few years. Maybe in California when they were younger? As Max watched you she couldn't help but think this was the calmest she'd seen her stepbrother in a long, long time.

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As soon as you got home you shrugged off your jacket and jumped onto your bed, sighing as you sank into the plush mattress. It had been an exhausting day making sure the kids didn't get themselves killed. After the pool you drove them to get something to eat, the group just as loud and rowdy as usual. You were lucky the restaurant owner didn't kick you out.

You reached over the mattress, flipping through the vinyls next to your bed. You smiled as you looked over your collection- Prince, Guns N' Roses, Bowie, Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and anything else you could think of. You grinned as you picked one out, setting it carefully down on your record player. You leaned back as Ride the Lightning started playing, closing your eyes to focus on the guitar riffs.

Music was your happy place, pretty much everyone who knew you knew that. Every year for your birthday you'd get a new record from your brother, and some of your favorite memories from when you were younger were at the concerts your dad took you too. Music was always something that got you through tough times.

You were pulled out of your thoughts fairly abruptly as you heard pounding against your window. You pulled the needle off your record player as you turned to face the wall, covered mostly by your curtains. At first you thought it was just the nearby branches scraping against the glass, but fear crept up your spine as your window began to slowly slide open, the night breeze coming into your room. You wanted to scream, and you knew you should, but no sound came out of your mouth. Your only instinct was to reach for the switch blade in your bedside drawer, your hands shaking.

In the darkness a figure emerged from the window frame, one leg coming into your room followed by the other, and you froze as it revealed itself as. . .

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Billy jumped at your sudden outburst, covering his ears.

“You scared the shit out of me,” his eyes widened as he saw the knife in your hand, “Hey, put that down, would you?”

“I scared the shit out of you?” you said incredulously, “You're the one who just broke into my house!”

“Hey, quiet down, aren't your parents sleeping?”

You turned to him with a look that could cut glass.

“First of all, this is my house, Hargrove, so don't tell me to quiet down. Second, my dad's working late tonight and my brother can sleep through Armageddon like a log, so don't you worry about it.”

Billy just stared at you, not saying anything.

“What?” you seethed, practically feeling your blood vessels about to pop.

“Nothing, you're just hot when you're mad.”

“I can't fucking believe this,” you groaned. He laughed at your reaction. You closed your bedroom door with a huff and turned to Billy, less than impressed.

“How the hell did you even find my house?” you asked irritably.

“You can hear the music from the other side of town,” he said with a smirk, “There's not a lot of other people who listen to Metallica around here, you know.”

“And you just assumed it was me?” you scoffed, “Seriously, this house could've belonged to some middle aged dad with a gun for all you knew.”

“Well then this conversation would be very different,” he chuckled, making himself at home and sitting on your bed.

You huffed at his antics, taking a seat at your vanity chair.

“Nice room,” he said, looking around.

“Thanks,” you said, still weirded out at this whole situation. You were alone in your room with Billy Hargrove- This was a recipe for a world of relapsing bad choices. As he admired your room you couldn't help but notice how normal he acted after literally breaking and entering. You couldn't even imagine the number of window locks he'd picked for a quick hook up, and you swallowed hard as you mentally prepared yourself to kick his ass out the second floor where he came from if he tried anything.

Billy's eyes scanned over the posters on your wall, most of them were musicians or your favorite horror movies. There was also a bulletin board by your desk plastered with tickets from various concerts. He rose a brow as he spotted something in the corner of your room.

“You play?” he asked, walking over to your electric guitar.

“Yeah,” you said, “I'm not as good as my brother, he's in an actual band and shit, but my mom taught me.”

You reclaimed your seat on your own bed as he slipped the strap over his head and started playing softly. Without the amp hooked up you could just barely hear the notes as his fingers moved across the fret board.

'Damn it, (Y/n), don't think about how hot he looks playing that,' you said to yourself.

As he played Billy noticed a few marks on the body of the guitar and he turned it on its side to get a better look. His eyes widened as he saw it was an autograph. The writing was scrawled out in a mess of stylized letters, but the name was unmistakable.

“Mick Mars?” he said, sitting back on your bed and turning to you, “How the hell did you get him to sign this?”

“My dad grew up in LA,” you said, “Mars was with the guys opening for my dad's band at the time. When Crue made it big they met up when they were touring in New York and my dad had him sign his guitar. He kept it all this time and gave it to me when I turned sixteen.”

“That's fucking awesome,” Billy said, an excited twinkle in his eyes, “I got to see the first show they ever did at the Starwood.”

“No way,” you said, “They let you in?”

“Nope,” he grinned, “A friend sneaked me inside. It was fucking crazy. Tommy's kit practically fell apart before they even started and before I knew it there was an all out fist fight. Sixx jumped off the stage and slammed his bass into this guy's neck and security had to break it up. But they kicked ass once they got started. I remember when I was leaving the bouncer caught me because I was clearly under eighteen and he chased me down the street.”

“That is crazy,” you laughed, him joining you. Silence took over you two momentarily, but it was a comfortable silence. You looked over to him, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you spoke.

“Do you miss it?” you asked quietly.

“What?” he asked.

“California,” you said, “I've only ever been once when we took a road trip to Disneyland, but I know that's not all there is to it. What was it like?”

You sort of regretted asking when you saw the far off look in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

“Better than this shit hole,” he said, “I miss the beach, I guess.”

“Do you surf or something?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, kind of surprised, “How'd you know?”

“The hair,” you joked.

He scoffed, but the smile on his face defied his action of trying to shove you off the bed.

“Hey, this is my property,” you said, swatting his arms away, “If anyone's getting thrown off it's you.”

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were actually enjoying the company of Hawkin's biggest asshole.

As your mock wrestling match died down the room slowly began to fill with the same energy you had felt at the pool, and from the way Billy was looking at you he could feel it too. You couldn't believe he hadn't tried anything yet; he had you alone in your bedroom and your dad wasn't home. You figured he'd make a pass at you right away, but his actions so far really did seem like he just wanted to talk to you tonight.

You pretended not be be disappointed that he hadn't, and you also pretended not to notice the way his eyes drifted down to your lips. You were a mere few centimeters away from each other now, some invisible force pulling you closer together.

To your surprise it was Billy who pulled away, clearing his throat.

“Listen, I should bounce,” he said, getting up from your bed and leaving you shocked, “I'll bother you more tomorrow at school, yeah?”

You stared at his back as he went to open the window again, your head spinning. As loud as the voice of caution in your head was, there was something about this situation and this stupid asshole in front of you that made you say ‘fuck it.’

Before he got his legs through the window frame you turned him around by his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss. It was as if all the tension between you two that had been building since you first spoke had just been acknowledged, and damn if it didn't feel good.

As you pulled away, the possibility of that whole exit act being a ploy to get you to make the first move crossed your mind, but the Californian was visibly surprised.

For the first time in his life Billy Hargrove was speechless.

Well, almost.

“I thought you said 'no thanks,'” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Shut the hell up before I change my mind,” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss by the collar of his leather jacket.

Things heated up quickly, but it always seemed like that when it came to Billy Hargrove. He shrugged his jacket off with ease, not breaking your kiss. You bit his lower lip slightly and he let out a low growl, his fingers pulling you forward by your belt. Your arms snaked around his neck as you deepened the kiss, and his hands wandered down to your waist.

You started unbuttoning the remaining half of his shirt and he seemed hesitant for a moment before sliding it off his shoulders.

Maybe you wouldn't notice.

You froze as his chest was fully exposed to you. Even in the dark you could see the angry bruises that littered his torso. He winced as you ran your hand over them gently, and you pulled your hand away.

“Billy-”

“It's fine,” he said quickly.

“It's clearly not fine,” you countered.

“Well it's none of your business,” he said, his voice wavering.

There was no real threat behind his words, if anything it sounded like a cry for help, and your chest tightened. A thought crossed your mind just then: why was Billy out of the house on the wrong side of town in the first place? There were no parties happening tonight, and it wasn't as if there were clubs in Hawkins. He left his house for a reason.

“Did your dad do this?” you asked quietly.

His head snapped up to look at you, and for a moment you were scared of what you saw in his eyes.

“I'm sorry,” you said, “When I dropped Max off that one day I heard him yelling and. . . I don't know, I shouldn't have-”

You were cut off sharply by Billy's lips crashing into yours, his actions hungry and more forceful than before. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You fucking tell anyone about this-”

“I won't,” you said, chest heaving, your hands gripping onto his bare shoulders, “I wouldn't do that to you.” Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you chose your next words carefully. You didn't realize until now just how broken he was.

“It's gonna be okay.”

He swallowed hard at your words, gritting his teeth. You tried to steady your shaking hands as you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly. He kissed you back like a man starved. His grip on you was like a vice, as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment. His hands weaved through your hair as you moved to straddle his hips, pressing your foreheads together.

“God, you're fucking killing me,” he groaned.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as his lips latched onto your neck, feeling heat start to pool in your stomach.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Don't pretend to be a gentleman all of a sudden, Hargrove,” you smirked.

Just before you could pull him back in, you heard the sound of your front door closing and you both froze.

“Shit,” you said in unison.

You scrambled off him hurriedly, hearing the stairs creak as the footsteps got louder. Billy didn't bother with his shirt, slinging his jacket on before practically diving out the window and pressing his body against the outside wall so he couldn't be seen.

You rushed under the covers just as your door creaked open.

“You still awake in here?” your dad asked.

“Well now I am,” you groaned, pretending to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Sorry, kiddo,” your dad laughed, “Just making sure you didn't die.”

“Goodnight, dad,” you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“Goodnight,” he smiled back, shutting the door gently.

When you heard the door to his office shut you heaved an audible sigh of relief.

“That was fucking close,” Billy said, poking his head in through the window.

“I know,” you said.

“Well, that's one way to kill the mood,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you said, “He's not going to sleep for a good few hours, so. . .”

His hand lifted your chin up and you saw that stupid shit eating grin of his plastered onto his face.

“Don't worry, I'm sure we can pick up where we left off real soon,” he said, planting one more kiss on your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, princess.”

And with that, he slid down the roof of your house, hanging off the edge for a moment before dropping down and landing perfectly on his feet.

He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he hopped into his Camaro, tossing his shirt onto the passenger seat. You fell back onto your bed as the roar of his engine grew quieter and quieter until only the sound of the wind and the cicadas could be heard.

Your heart was still beating stupidly fast, and you couldn't help the giddy, breathless chuckle that left you. You just did the exact thing you promised yourself you'd never do again. Things certainly didn’t go according to plan, but it felt so good that you didn't even care.

As sleep slowly claimed you the last thing you saw was the hungry look Billy gave you, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours.

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dumbchickwrites · 5 years

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Brought Me Back.

Pairings: Frank Castle x Reader.

Warnings: a lil angst, smut!

A/N: I don’t remember if at this point of the series Amy is already Amy, so my apologies if I messed up.

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“Hey, what you doin’?” you asked Amy who was rummaging Dinah’s kitchen cupboards.

“I swear to God, that woman is some kind of bird. What kind of person only eats grains and nuts?”

You laughed at her exasperated expression. Dinah had been kind enough to let you stay here with Frank and Amy. The poor woman was still tormented by Billy, after all this time and you really pitied her. She deserved some kind of closure. She deserved better. Looking at Amy, you thought that she deserved better too, no matter what kind of life she had before entering yours, or what she’d done. She was just a kid.

Glancing at the clock on the oven, you let out a big sigh. Frank had been out for quite some time now and you started worrying a bit more. He’d went out to get info out of some Russian guys and you prayed that he was okay.

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” Amy teased, making you smile. “I really can’t find anything. How about some pizza?”

As if on cue, the heavy wooden front door opened, revealing Frank covered in blood. He was grumpy, as usual, but you could see that he wasn’t majorly injured.

“Wow, great timing,” you said. “We were just about to order some pizza.”

He raised both of his thumbs at you and Amy before disappearing in the bedroom. Amy sighed, opening her brand new laptop to order the pizza, you assumed.

“How did this begin anyway? I mean, you two are pretty cute with you as the sunshine next to Frank’s big dark cloud but I just can’t wrap my head around how you met.”

“Oh, you want me to tell you a story? Is that what this is?” you smirked.

“Yep! I wanna hear everything about the time mommy and daddy first met.”

“Well, how do I start… So I was a hitwoman, right. I was pretty good. I used to get paid y’know, depending on the target, or I’d work ‘freelance’ kind of like Frank. I had very good deals with the Italian mafia, by the way. So one day I get this deal, right. Half of the money upfront, the other half after the job was done. It’s this weird sketchy ass motherfucker, a child molester, fucking disgusting. At first I wouldn’t accept the money ‘cause I thought, it’s for a good cause, but I got bills to pay.

“So I get in the building. It was hella creepy, it gave me the chills, kids clothes hanging on the walls, some of them torn, even bloody. I remember this little pink fairy costume… it absolutely broke my heart. Anyway, I’m distracted by the clothes then I hear a silenced gunshot. The bullet lands in the wall, right next to my head. I turn around and there’s the fucking Punisher. We fight for like a minute before realizing that we’re here for the same thing. So we finish the guy together and leave. He sees blood on my clothes — a GSW from a previous job and he offers to take me back to his place where his friend can stitch me up properly.”

“So what, you had sex?”

“No!” you snorted. “We talked all night, and realized we were kind of the same; two hollow souls killing to make peace with themselves,” you took a sip of your cooling tea. “You see kid, I was in a very bad place. I was lost, I was desperate, y’know I didn’t know if I had a purpose in this world. I’d already tried to end my life a few times, put a bullet in my mouth,” you tried to swallow the big lump forming in your throat. “But Frank, he—he brought me back from that dark place, you know, just by being by my side. I now have someone I care about, something to live for. I wish I could say that he felt the same though. His family still haunts him, and I’m not saying that I want him to forget them and live for me like I live for him, but I wish I was enough.”

Amy observed uncomfortably as you were struggling to regain your composure. It wasn’t often that you had the occasion to talk about your feelings and pour your heart out to someone, but you were glad to finally let everything out. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Sorry kid, this just got a little heavy for you, huh?” you let out a humourless chuckle.

“No, it’s fine. Really. So… you love him?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Yeah I guess I do. But I don’t think he knows that. I’m afraid he’d go running for the hills if I told him and I really don’t want to lose him.”

“Well I can’t tell you what’s in Frank’s head but I can give you a hug, maybe?” she gave you a crooked smile, her arms opened.

“Yeah, I’d like that, come here.”

The blonde girl went around the counter to meet you and wrapped her arms around you.

“Thanks kid. You’re a good listener.”

“Yeah, I know, I get that a lot.”

Amy stretched her limbs out as the credits rolled up on the TV screen. It had been the coziest evening you had in a while, watching a stupid movie with pizza and two people you deeply cared about.

“I’m going to bed,” Amy stated. “Good night.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you said after her, since you were both sleeping on the bed.

You sat up from your comfortable spot in Frank’s arms and started cleaning up the coffee table.

“You barely ate,” Frank pointed out, following you in the kitchen, cans of Coke in hand. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, it’s just that whole quiet life thing that got me putting on a few stupid unwanted pounds so I’m just, you know, trying to change that,” you answered, still tidying up Dinah’s place.

Frank froze for a moment, as if he had trouble processing the information before chuckling while shaking his head.

“That’s bullshit. I mean, to me at least. I like it,” he slapped and squeezed your ass, making it jiggle in your black sweatpants. “I really, really like it.”

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. “Very mature, Castle.”

“Hey, come here a sec,” he sat on a stool. “Look, I, uh, I heard you talking to the kid earlier.”

Your eyes widened as your heart sank in your chest. He heard you. He knew you were in love with him. He was going to leave and never come back and you’d be all alone again. Could you survive another loss? What will you do? Will you go back to wandering around the city as an assassin who claimed to be a vigilante? Your heart rate became quicker. You were scared. You’d just lost everything. You closed your eyes briefly, cursing yourself for even talking to Amy in the first place.

“And, uh, you make me better too. Before, when I was hurt, I could just let myself die, you know. I was waiting for death every morning, every second of the day I hoped it would find me. But now, knowing that I have you waiting for me somewhere, it just—it just gives me strength, you know. You’re more than enough,” he raised a calloused hand to your face, cupping your cheek, and you leaned in it. “You can never lose me. I love you.”

He moved his hand to the back of your neck to pull you in a passionate kiss. At that moment, you were certain your heart was going to explode in your chest. You thought you’d already met the love of your life once, but that wasn’t the case. Frank loved you back. That was all that mattered at the moment. Well maybe a wild Billy in the streets and an even wilder preacher looking guy trying to kill you, but all of this was moved to the back of your mind the second Frank’s lips met yours.

“I wanna hear you say it, (Y/N),” he whispered against your lips. “Say it.”

“I love you, Frank. I love you.”

With a grunt, he picked you up, hands massaging your ass, to lead you to the couch, where he laid you down, his lips still devouring yours. His fingers found the base of your black tank top, reading to remove it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you whispered. “What about the kid? She’ll hear us! And this is Dinah’s couch!”

His eyes locked on yours, he slid a hand in your underwear feeling your already soaking core, as he circled one of your hard nipples over your top with his other thumb.

“Yeah, I think you’re thinking just like me. Fuck this and fuck that,” two of his fingers entered your tight pussy. “What do you say, doll?”

“Fuck me. Please.”

“Nah, sweetheart,” he took of his shirt in one swift move and unbuckled his belt. “I’m making love to you tonight.”

He undressed you as fast as he could, only leaving you with your panties. He took his time to remove them, leaving kisses all over your legs down to your inner thighs where he bit and kissed every inch of your skin. He hooked two fingers on the sides of your black number, and slowly, very slowly, slid it up your legs to watch as your juices separated between your skin and the fabric of your underwear. Satisfied, Frank’s fingers found their way inside of you again, making you a whimpering mess as he moved them in and out of you, while simultaneously playing with your nipples.

He brought you to the edge of your release only to deprive you of it. He looked content of it, the asshole. You watched as he rose to his feet to remove his pants and his underwear, licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock. You spread your legs, as ready as you’ll ever be. Goosebumps covered your body when you felt the tip of his cock on your throbbing clit.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, his thumb caressing your lower lip.

“I love you, Frank. I love you more than anything,” you said, cupping his face with your hands. He closed his eyes and kissed your palms, leaning into your comforting touch. As he bent down to kiss you, you became more intimate than ever, physically and emotionally. You had hope that everything would be okay as long as he held you in his arms, as long as his skin would be agaisnt yours nothing could get to you, nothing could break you.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his thrusts deepened, his grunts sounding like the greatest melody you’d ever heard. The skin of his back was soft under your hands, his own delicately raising your legs to rest them on his shoulders, giving him a better angle to pound into you. The spark that lit up between you had turned into a fire that you could now see in his eyes as he looked at you; helpless, completely giving yourself to him. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on earth when you were a reflection of him.

He switched positions to have you on top. You could now run your hands all over each other’s upper body. You touched and kissed every scar you could reach, letting him know that you loved them as much as you loved him because they’re a part of him and his story. He held your hips to slow down the pace, making the strokes slower and deeper.

Then you felt it. Every muscle in your body tensed up as you finally found your release. Frank kissed you to muffle your moans, still pounding into you to make your orgasm last as long as possible. He came soon after you under the contractions of your pussy, staying inside of you even after it was over.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispered against your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“How do you know?” you asked, eyes welling up with emotion.

“‘Cause I got you.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER.

The weather seemed to be linked to Frank’s mood. Hell, to his life even. Rain was pouring down on him as he started at the big stone in front of him. His face was blank. He didn’t even know if he should be sad or angry. He had no one else to blame but himself. He’d done that to you.

“Frank, come on,” a soft voice said.

Karen squeezed Frank’s arm to bring him back to reality but it was like he wasn’t there. Curtis and Dinah exchanged a worried look. Frank was broken for good now. There was no fixing him. Not anymore.

“I told you,” Frank finally spoke, eyes still glued to your tombstone. “There’s no warm, cozy ending for me.”

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breanime · 6 years

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Bloody Secrets (Part One)

So this is my first time writing a Reader-insert fic, so any feedback would be really appreciated! There’s some brief smut and vague descriptions of violence (I mean, it’s Billy), so be advised.

*gif by @banditthewriter, who was kind enough to proof read this for me*

The best thing about your terribly expensive school was the quality of their labs. You had always wanted to practice medicine, so you had been ecstatic when you’d gotten into your top choice university. Price of tuition aside—it was the perfect school for you. You especially liked the labs; working on the dummies helped you hone your craft more than any textbook could.

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You didn’t look up from the dummy you were practicing on. Maggie always had questions—in the lecture hall, in the hospital, in the lab, you were relentless. But you liked her. She was kind, and eager, and not one of the (many, many, many) Ivy League silver spoon babies. So you two became friends.

“I think your boyfriend’s here.” There was a smile on her face when you finally did look up. You followed your gaze and had to bite your lip to keep from grinning as well.

Billy Russo—head of Anvil, best friend of the Punisher, playboy ex-Marine Special Ops soldier—was standing in the doorway of the lab. Your professor was talking to him animatedly; and you could almost see his glasses fogging up in his excitement. Several lab assistants were staring at Billy hard. But, who could blame them? He was wearing one of his famous 3-piece suits, a tasteful dark gray number with a navy-blue tie. He leaned against the doorway, his long legs crossed at the ankles and his hands in his pocket. He was smiling, but when his eyes landed on you it turned into a smirk.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you turned back to Maggie immediately, “He’s… we’re friends. We’re bangbros.” Maggie made a face and you laughed, putting down your tools. “Lemme see what he wants.”

You watched Billy watch you as you approached. You were wearing a simple V-neck school shirt and jeans—nothing special. But his eyes scanned over you in a way that had your skin tingling with warmth.

“Mr. Russo,” you greeted him calmly, interrupting the professor’s nervous rant.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he said back, tilting his head as he spoke, “I’m interrupting your lesson, forgive me.”

You felt the corners of my lip tug up. “It’s fine,” you were blatantly casual in front of your watching professor and classmates, “What can I do for you Mr. Russo?”

His eyes flashed, and you could guess the kind of reply he wanted to say. But instead he said, “I’m afraid I need your assistance on something,” he glanced over at your professor, “with, of course, your permission sir.”

It took no time at all for the professor to agree—he was a huge fan of Billy’s. Most of your classmates gave you awed looks as you packed up, while some shot you looks of envy. Maggie blew you a kiss as you left. The story you had told everyone, about how you first met Billy, was that the two of you had ran into each other outside of the city. You were on your way to visit your little sister and he was out training a few of the guys. Long story short: three of his guys got hurt, so you had taken it upon yourself to step in. All of that was true. What you didn’t tell them was what happened afterwards.

“You usually travel this far out of town by yourself?” He had asked you.

You were wiping your bloodstained hands on a towel he’d given you. Your hair was a mess, hastily thrown in a bun with strands falling on your sweaty face. Your coat was somewhere on the ground, but your sweater was ruined, it was dotted with blood. Billy was wearing all black, looking slim and dangerous as he surveyed you.

“It’s usually a quicker route,” you said back, “y’know, when I’m not stopping to perform street surgeries.” A glance over at his three guys, leaning on each other like tired children after a long day at the playground, made you smile. It was kind of cute. “Can I ask what all this,” you gestured to the men, “was?”

“You can,” he said breezily, “doesn’t mean I’ll answer, though.”

“Typical military,” you said back. You weren’t offended. You had heard of Billy Russo, prominent New York businessman and playboy before, so you weren’t at all naïve enough to think he was just a pretty face.

“How’d you know I was military?”

“I read magazines,” you answered, “I think it was GQ who had a whole 3-page layout on Billy Russo.”

He laughed. “So you know my name.” He took a step toward you. “But I still don’t know yours.”

“Y/N.”

“That come with a surname?”

You smirked. “Y/L/N. And to answer your first question: I was on my way to my sister’s place,” you paused and looked down at my bloody clothes, “but I think it’s better that I don’t anymore.”

“Are you sure?” He had looked genuinely concerned. “I can take you. We can get you some new clothes on the way, stop at a hotel—”

“—Mr. Russo,” you feigned shock, “just because I’m out alone at night in a dark alley covered in blood does not mean I’ll just go to a hotel with you,” you put the back of your hand to your forehead, “What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

He had laughed then. It started out as a bark of laughter before it became a full-on laugh. “My sincerest apologizes,” he said between chuckles, “I just meant, you could take a quick shower. I’d hate to mess up your plans with your sister.”

You shook my head. “Nah, it’s cool. It’s getting late, anyway, I have class in the morning,” you gestured blindly with bloody hands, “Med school,” you explained.

“Makes sense. At least let me give you a ride home,” Billy had turned to look back at his guys, “Looks like these guys won’t be dying—thanks to you.”

“Sure, thanks,” you had said. And you were off. Your jaw nearly hit your chest when you saw Billy’s Rolls Royce for the first time. Truth be told, you had been afraid to get in, because of the blood, but he just chuckled. He had taken care to buckle you in. You made sure to call your sister and tell your you had to stay home and study, which you were fine with. Billy silently wiped the last of the blood off your face and hands. He touched you with such care, it made you feel safe even though you had just seen how dangerous his lifestyle was. The two of you talked the whole ride back to your apartment, and you were almost disappointed when the car pulled up in front of your building.

“Would it be wrong to say I hope we can do this again?” You asked once he’d walked you to your door.

He had chuckled, his dark eyes sweeping over your body. In most circumstances, the appraisal would have made you balk, but you couldn’t help but like the way he surveyed you. “Maybe not in the exact same way,” he’d said, “But I’d love to see you again, Y/N.”

So, you exchanged numbers, and while you hoped he would want to come in, he’d told you that he had to get back to work, but that he’d call the first chance he got. That chance ended up being the next day, and you talked between classes. He had told you how his on-staff doctor complimented your work and even asked for your resume, which made you laugh—since you had no resume to give him. After that, you texted the next few days before he finally asked if he could take you out for dinner and drinks as a thank you for your help. So you went out.

It took hours to find the right dress—something sexy, but not too revealing—but it was time well spent, because Billy looked at you like a hungry man in front of a buffet.

“So, how often do you do this?” You had asked, gesturing with your wine glass. You elaborated when you saw the curious tilt of his head. “Take random co-eds out to dinner?”

“Not usually,” he answered smoothly, his New York accent rolling with his words, “Do you usually stop and help total strangers?” He had raised one perfect eyebrow. “Total strangers who are at risk of bleeding out?” He added.

You shrugged. Best to just tell the truth. “Only when their boss is as good looking as you.”

“You think I’m good-looking?” He had been smirking then.

You took a drink, stalling. You actually hadn’t meant to say that, but it was true… “What, you don’t own a mirror?”

He chuckled. “I own several, actually,” he had said, “By the way, you look amazing tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“You looked pretty good the other night too, if I’m honest,” he had gone on, “I mean, for a co-ed covered in blood.”

That prompted another two hours of conversation. You talked steadily through dinner and desert, and he had put his hand on the small of your back as you walked back to his car. The two of you had been talking about your school and his work when you pulled up to your apartment. Billy had gotten out and opened your door.

“This was fun,” he had said, smiling over at you with those dark eyes.

“Yeah,” you agreed easily, “It was.”

“What time do you have class tomorrow?”

You made a face. “7 am.”

“Clinicals, right?”

“Right.” You had been impressed by his memory, or rather, that he had actually listened to your ramblings about school. “Thanks for this, for dinner, it was really nice.”

He put his head down and then up again, smiling at you. “My pleasure.” He had paused then, and asked: “Can I see you again?”

You almost broke your neck nodding. “You can see me right now,” you blurted out, “if you want, I mean… You can come inside—” you could feel your face burning by that point “—the apartment, I mean. You can come up to the… ah, fuck…” Billy laughed then. “Shut up,” you had said, laughing a little as well.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But I can see you thinking it.”

His dark eyes flashed. “If you could see what I’m thinking,” his voice was low, “we would have already been upstairs.” He grinned at me. “But it’s good to wait, sometimes.” He had leaned closer to you, then, and your heart started pounding. His lips had pressed against yours, sweetly, for a brief moment, before he pulled back. “Till next time, Y/N.”

The next time he came up to your apartment.

Billy had pulled you into his lap as soon as you got into the car. He didn’t generally like being driven around, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off once he got you alone. Billy had been out of the country for the last three weeks and he was not above knowing his limits. He licked into your mouth, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your ass. You were wearing jeans; he preferred you in leggings, but he could work with what he got.

“This is what you needed me for?” You asked, grinning as you looked down at him.

“Mm hmm,” he murmured back, sliding his hand between your tangled legs to unbutton your jeans, “Figured you have the skills, you can afford a day off.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” You giggled. “What if today’s lesson was important?”

“More important than this?” He asked, rubbing one long finger against your folds. Billy licked his lips as you closed your eyes and sighed against him. “More important,” he asked again, continuing his ministrations, “than this?”

“No,” you breathed against him, your lips almost on his. You moved your hips and he groaned at the feeling.

He kissed you again, grinning as he pushed two fingers in and you gasped. You put your head back and he kissed along the side of your neck, breathing in your scent. Your skin was soft and warm, and you were wet where his fingers touched. It had been Billy’s intention to just screw you and be done with it 3 months ago when you first met, but he liked you. He liked sleeping with you—definitely—but he liked your company, too. Billy had told you about his childhood—the bare, ugly details about his mother’s abandonment, the group home—and a few very, very bare details about his time in the military, mostly about his good friend Frank. You were rolling your hips more and more now, and he could tell you were close. He brought his lips to yours. “I missed you,” he said between kisses.

“Missed you, too,” you said. Your eyes were squeezed shut and Billy moved his hand faster, and you yelped at the increased movement. Billy’s eyes caught the driver’s and they narrowed dangerously. The driver rolled up the partition and Billy made a mental note to handle him later. Until then, he bit a bruise onto your neck as you came on top of him. He held you to him, lightly kissing your cheek and neck as you panted, coming down. He was hard, but he had the patience to wait. “Shit, Billy,” you sighed, your body melting into his.

He kissed you on the mouth, rubbing his cheek on yours. “I gotta get you home, sweetheart,” he whispered, “make up for lost time…”

And he did. Over the course of your…whatever you were, the two of you had fallen into a nice rhythm with a fair understanding of each other. You usually met at his place; Billy had no qualms about going to your apartment, but you said it was too small and “woefully poor” (your words, not his), so you rarely ever went there. You learned not to ask too much about his work, especially what he did when he was overseas, and he learned not to ask you how you afforded medical school with no job. It didn’t really matter to him; he was curious, of course, but he figured you had a secret trust fund or a shitload of student loans—either way, you didn’t seem too eager to talk about it so he didn’t push. He actually was curious about a lot of things in regards to you, but he knew timing was important, so he held on to them…for the moment.

Billy had you naked and underneath him in seconds once you reached his penthouse. Your nails raked his back as he pushed himself in and out of you, grinning at the sounds and faces you were making. He bent his head down, kissed you, and then moved his lips to your neck. You had protested the first few times the two of you had been together about him leaving marks, but he couldn’t help himself. He had no way to know who you were with when he wasn’t around, so he wanted to be sure he left his mark on you, and he told you that much. As a compromise, he’d gotten you a set of some very fine concealer that was personally made to fit your skin color sent in from France. So now he could mark your up to his delight. Which he did.

He had you three more times that day. You took a break to order some food and put on a movie. Halfway into the movie, you climbed into his lap and you proceeded to move onto round four. Now, you lay naked in his bed. You had your head on his chest and he had one arm holding you, the other holding a glass of bourbon. You didn’t know it, but this was the happiest he’d been in days. He had gone over to Kandahar to dig up some old intel for Frank—he owed him the favor, however much he didn’t want to go back there. It was tiring work; both physically and mentally. He was glad to be back, to be with you. He looked down at you; your hair was loose and wild from all the activity and his hands in it, and your eyes were heavy with sleep. He could see a few hickeys forming on your neck already, and he smiled at his success. You were wrapped in his arms and his blanket, and Billy couldn’t help but think about what this would be like if this were his life…

“So when do I get to meet her?” Frank had asked, staring out into the water. He and Billy had met to debrief around 4 am when Billy landed back in the States. Billy was tired, dead on his feet, but he was glad to see Frank. Slowly, with a lot of caution and care, they were starting to rebuild their friendship. It also didn’t hurt that they were working a mission together again: to bring down Agent Orange. Frank had wanted to meet him as soon as he got back, and because he was brooding Frank, he’d wanted to meet at the waterfront, which was colder than usual in the night.

“Meet who?” Billy asked, running his hand through his hair and resting it on the back of his neck. He was still wearing his combat gear.

“The girl. Your girl,” Frank said, a grin on his lips. The grin widened when he saw the look on Billy’s face. Frank, wearing a hood over his head, a big coat, and holding a dossier actually looked like he was close to giggling. “When do I get to meet her?”

Billy smiled, despite himself, and rolled his eyes. “Never, man,” he said back, “Y/N’s just a friend. We’re just having fun.”

“Uh huh,” Frank hadn’t sounded convinced, “Seems to me you’ve been ‘having fun’ for close to what? Two months now?”

“Three,” Billy responded automatically.

Frank raised an eyebrow, like he had just made a point. “Seems like a long time to be having fun, Bill.”

Billy smirked. “Not the way we do it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Frank chuckled, “I’m just sayin’, Bill, it’s important to have loved ones, family…”

“That’s what I got you and Curt for,” he said easily.

“Yeah, that’s right, you do. But uh… I can’t speak for Curtis, but you know I only like you as a friend, right?”

Billy laughed. “You’re hilarious, Frankie,” he rolled his eyes, “you should do stand-up.”

“I’m just sayin’,” Frank persisted, “Maria and me… We always hoped you bring a girl around, settle down…”

“Quality over quantity,” Billy said wryly.

“Exactly, buddy,” Frank paused, weighing the dossier in his hands, “You know, after this… Things will be different. This, killing Rawlins, exposing what he had us doing, won’t bring Maria and the kids back,” Billy lowered his head at that statement, his guilt was too raw on his face to show to Frank as he continued, “But it’ll make us… not clean, but a little less dirty.” Frank grinned at him then. “Anvil won’t be powered by blood money anymore; nobody will own us or command us. As new starts go, it’s not a bad one…”

“Provided we don’t die,” Billy added.

Frank nodded, dark eyes serious again. “Provided we don’t die.” There was a silence between them then, but neither man rushed in to fill it. They looked over the dark waters for a moment before Frank went on. “When you’re ready,” he said easily, “I’d like to meet her.”

Billy thought back on that as he held you, naked and warm, to his chest.

“Hey,” he said softly, half-hoping you were asleep.

“Yeah?” Your voice was soft and low and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Hopefully you,” you smirked up at him.

He chuckled. “Well, in-between that, if there’s time, you wanna come meet a couple of my buddies with me?” Billy figured it he was going to do this, he might as well rip the band-aid off and throw Curtis in the mix as well.

You sat up, interested. This was definitely a step. Billy had met Maggie in passing, but Maggie was a school-friend. You hadn’t even told your sister about him, and the two girlfriends you’d talked about him with didn’t know he was the Billy, as in Billy Russo head of Anvil. You’d never even discussed what the two of you were, let alone anything about meeting friends.

Your silence served as an answer to him. “You don’t have to,” his voice was smooth, “I’ll just step out for a bit, meet ‘em, and be back before you know it.”

“No, I want to meet your friends,” you said, placing your hand on his bare chest, “I just… I wasn’t expecting this.” You paused, putting your head back down before putting it up again. “Wait, are your friends ladies? Are these lady friends?”

“Why? Would that be better or worse?” Billy asked with a smile.

“Worse… These are Anvil people or military?”

“Ex-military. My friends Curtis and Frank want to meet you—”

“—why?”

He shrugged, only a little sure of the answer himself. “Cause they’re nosy bastards. Frank’s my best buddy, we were stationed overseas together. We did eight years,” Billy paused, “He’s been through a lot, lost his family,” he felt like he was oversharing, but he couldn’t stop, “He’s my brother, his family… they treated me like their own, called me ‘Uncle Bill’ and everything…” He was starting to feel a heavy sadness come over him, so he decided to move on, “My other friend, Curtis, he’s a vet too. Technically he works for Anvil part-time,” he smiled softly, “He counsels other vets, hooks them up with jobs, support, that kind of thing. He lost a leg in the war. He’s a real good guy… Him and Frank both.”

“And they want to meet me?” Your voice sounded awed.

Billy ran a hand through his hair. “They do,” he said back, “Frank’s the one been buggin’ me about it. They know I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, which, y’know,” he smirked, “hasn’t always been the case with me. So, they wanna meet you.”

“Oh,” you sat up so that you were shoulder-to-shoulder with him. You wouldn’t look at him, you were looking straight ahead.

“What? You don’t want to meet them? You don’t have to,” he shrugged, “It’s not a big deal.”

“No, I want to, I…” You put your hands in your lap and Billy felt himself tensing up. Childhood abandonment aside, he still wasn’t used to the sting of rejection. And something about you; the way you laughed, how you kissed him, the sound you made when you came, made it hit a lot closer to home. “I just don’t know… what are we?”

You were looking at him now, and he felt his eyes widened. That was your problem? He laughed. “I didn’t know labels meant so much to you, babe.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “It’s not just a label,” you maintained, “It means something. I just…” you looked away again. “I can never tell if this,” you waved a hand between the two of them, “means something to you.”

Billy nodded, eyes on your hands, which had found their way back in your lap. He leaned closer to you and put a finger on your chin, turning your face towards his. His dark eyes bore yours, and he meant his next words with every part of him. “This means something to me,” his voice was low and serious, “You mean something to me. You think this is all just fun and games to me?” You shrugged, your eyes wide. He huffed out a bitter laugh, determined to get through this conversation. “What’s it to you, huh? What does this,” he imitated your gesture, “mean to you?”

“Danger,” you said immediately, your voice soft but seeming to take up the whole room. You smiled. “I like danger.”

He felt a heat go over him, but ignored it for now. “Yeah? What else?”

“What else does this mean?” You repeated. “It means I’m way in over my head,” you took a breath, “look at you. I mean… in what world would a guy like you be interested in a girl like me?”

“In this world,” he quipped back, “In every world. Give yourself some credit, sweetheart. I’m the fucked up one here, not you,” his eyes softened as he looked at your, naked and wrapped in his sheets, “you’re perfect.”

Your smile made his knees go weak, and he wasn’t even standing. “So, we’re doing this? The big B and G thing?”

“The what?”

You leaned forward, dropping your voice to a whisper. “The boyfriend and girlfriend thing.”

He leaned in as well, bumping noses with your and smiling. “Yeah,” he said, claiming your lips for a kiss, “We’re doing this: the boyfriend-girlfriend thing.”

Frank and Curtis took to you like two old uncles. They doted on you, making any and every joke or comment at Billy’s expense that they could. You, in turn, became their go-to person whenever they needed a knife wound or bullet hole patched up—which was becoming more and more frequent the closer they got to bringing Rawlins down. It had been four months since you and Billy had officially started dating, and nearly seven months since you’ve begun seeing each other. It had been surprisingly, scarily, easy for Billy to get used to their new relationship. Somewhere along the line, he had realized that money, cars, and clothes were fine to play with, discard, trade up, but women were different—particularly, this woman was different. There was only one problem.

“Should I tell Y/N about this shit?” Billy asked, rifle on the edge of the railing. He, Frank, Curtis, Micro, and Karen were staking out a warehouse where one of Rawlins’ top men was housed. He had crawled his way from whiny assistant to suitcase-holding secret keeper and graduated to owning and operating his own small faction in the local non-ethnic mob.

“The covert mission shit we’re on now or the old army shit we were on before?” Frank clarified. Billy could hear muffled shouts and grunts—Frankie was doing what he was doing best in the warehouse while Billy had his six.

“One kind of leads into the other,” Karen said. She and Micro were in a van a few blocks away, running point. Billy wasn’t 100% okay with her involvement; both as a member of the press and his buddy’s potential squeeze piece, but he had to admit, she had a grounding presence and a good head on her shoulders. Despite her (suspicious, in his mind) interest in Frank, she was an asset to the team. Plus, she had a point.

“Got a couple heading your way, Russo,” Curtis said, his voice clear in the earpiece, “And my opinion? You should lay it all on the table. I think you can handle it.”

Billy closed one eye, focusing his vision through the lens of his rifle. Sniping was easy for him, it was basically second nature. Plus, with Frank and Curtis on the mission with him, he felt at ease. “Could turn out to be a bad idea,” he reasoned, putting five guys down in the matter of seconds. He switched out the magazine and took out another two. “Shit’s been great between us, don’t wanna ruin it.”

“The truth will set you free,” Micro said sagely, “but first it will piss you off.”

Billy restrained himself from rolling his eyes. “Thanks Homeless Yoda,” he said sarcastically, “but for the record, I was talkin’ to Curtis and Frank, not you and Journalist Barbie.”

“Hey!” Karen protested.

“Don’t be an asshole, asshole,” Frank grunted, he sounded like he had just taken a hit to the gut, “It’s good to have a feminine opinion on this.”

“Thank you, Frank,” Karen said lightly.

“And Lieberman?” Billy asked, sending a shot through the eyebrows of one of the mob guys.

“He’s pretty useless in these matters,” Frank replied honestly. Billy chuckled at his response and Micro’s answering “what?!”

“Look, Billy,” Curtis cut in, “it’s up to you what you tell your and when. But, if you ask me, it’s better to get it all done and out in the open sooner rather than later. You don’t want her finding any of this shit out by accident or from someone else.”

“And Y/N deserves to know the truth,” Frank said, “she’s a good girl, Bill. And she loves you, she’ll love you no matter what.”

Billy shook his head slightly but said nothing. The two of you hadn’t said those three words to each other, but he was close to letting them out. He could feel it; every time you smiled at him or laughed at some stupid comment he said or sighed when you patched up a wound that he wouldn’t tell you about. Even tonight, he had told you he was going out with the guys—partly true—and you had just said ok, but you’d given him a look…like you knew something else was going on. You’d pressed him about it once, on suspicions that he was meeting up with a girl, but he’d squashed that. Several times, actually, he thought with a smirk growing on his lips. He had told you, and left no room for argument or doubt, that you were the only woman for him. Period.

The mission didn’t last much longer, and once they got the target (aptly named “The Fat Man” by Micro), all it took was a search done by Karen using Billy’s Anvil program to sort the truth from fiction. The Fat Man agreed, in exchange for his life and not being left alone with either Frank or Billy, to set up a meeting with some of his mob guys. While Frank threatened the trembling criminal to keep quiet until it was time for the showdown, Billy walked away a few yards and called Y/N.

“Billy?” You said. He smiled at the sound of your voice, it was clear you had been sleeping.

“Hey, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s cool,” he could hear the covers shifting as you sat up, “what’s up? Somebody need stitches?”

Billy looked over at his friends—and Karen and Micro—they looked fine. “Nah, we’re good. I’ll be headin’ home in a few. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re coming home soon? How soon? I can stay up.”

“No,” he shook his head, a smile on his face, “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be there soon.” You would not, under any circumstances, give up your shitty apartment, but Billy had been able to convince you—in various ways—to spend the night at his place more and more. You had a key and were given full clearance by his security team. The two of you talked for a little while longer before you hung up. As Billy looked out at the bodies all over the courtyard of the warehouse and up at the bright yellow moon, he couldn’t help but think… maybe it was time to tell your, maybe you’d understand. Maybe you’d be okay, still care for him…

…or maybe you’d leave.

Billy was at work, prepping a group of guys for a security detail assignment when his burner phone went off. He dismissed the guys with a turn of his head and picked up the phone.

“Russo,” he answered. He had a good idea who it was, but he was used to answering calls in that way.

“Bill, it’s me,” Frank’s voice was rough and breathless, “I’m with Micro and the Fat Man. At the warehouse he told us about. You need to get here quick.”

Billy put a hand on the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, willing himself to have patience. “Frank,” he hissed into the receiver, “I can’t just leave, I’m working, this is my job…”

“Y/N’s here.”

Billy’s blood ran cold. He had been leaning on the wall, but he stood erect now. “What?”

“Bill,” Frank swallowed, “I think she might be working for the Fat Man.”

Billy had never broken so many speeding laws in his life. He was still on the phone with Frank, who was telling him that Y/N was one of the dozen people at the Fat Man’s second warehouse, where they were packaging dope. He was pissed. Beyond pissed. Frank was trying to calm him down, but he was too far gone. His silence was proof of that.

“I don’t know if they have her hostage, I don’t think she’s hurt…” Frank was saying.

“I’m gonna kill every last one of those rat bastards,” Billy said, his New York accent thick in his rage, “What’s the Fat Man say? She one of his?” The question, the phrasing of it, made him grip the steering wheel with anger. His knuckles were white on the wheel.

There was a silence on the other line as Frank repeated the question. Billy could tell from the garbled response that the Fat Man had probably already been busted in his lip; probably by Frank. “The Fat Man says she’s not on his payroll, but he knows her. Says she’s been doctoring his guys for a while now.”

“How long?”

Another pause. “A year.”

Billy cursed in his head, but said nothing out loud. He pulled up to the side of the warehouse where Frank and the Fat Man were. Micro’s van was there, the door rolled open. Billy didn’t even give the geek a cursory glance as he stalked over to Frank and the Fat Man. The Fat Man’s lip was indeed busted, and his nose was bleeding as well.

“He says this is where they package their dope, sell their guns, shit like that,” Frank said, standing behind Billy as he ripped his suit jacket off and practically threw it at Micro. “They call her here,” Frank was careful not to say your name when Billy’s eyes looked like that, “every few months.”

“She’s a doctor,” the Fat Man explained, looking like a guilty child caught with the cookie jar, “Her brother owed us big, so she took over his debt. She worked it off in a matter of months.”

This was news to Billy. You had mentioned your brother in passing, but you never even gave his name. Billy had just assumed you two weren’t close and didn’t press it. “So what is she doing here now, then?” Billy asked, his voice tense.

“I—we hired her on to do some more work for us. Patch up work, mostly, on a few of the fellas. She said she needed the cash, she made good on her brother’s debt… We—I didn’t know she was with you.”

Billy cocked his gun, done with the Fat Man for now. He turned to Frank, who nodded. They didn’t need to speak—they could read each other’s faces.

Frank turned to address Micro. “Can you get us eyes in there or what?” He asked.

Micro turned back to his computer and began typing away. “Got a few,” he reported, he glanced at Billy, “Y/N’s not on them.”

“The girl works in the back room,” the Fat Man supplied, eager to help, “no cameras. Just her and the guys.”

Frank put a steadying hand on Billy’s shoulder as they took in those words. Billy’s trigger finger was itching. “Show us the location where she works.” Billy demanded. Micro and the Fat Man pulled up the camera. It was a short corridor to the back room, which was sealed off with a heavy wood door. Billy couldn’t wait to break it down.

“Who’s in there with her?” Frank asked. Billy could feel himself growing impatient; he rolled his head but kept quiet. These questions were important.

“She’s operating on Little Louie,” the Fat Man answered, “he’s one of the packagers. He’s got blockage in his lungs or some shit. She’ll be in there, one guy to assistant, and at least two other guys to, y’know, make sure she does her work and then pay her when she’s through.”

“So they’re armed?” Billy asked.

“Yeah,” the Fat Man blanched, “but they’d never hurt her—she’s a nice girl, the doctor. We like her a lot.” That was the wrong thing to say.

Billy grabbed him by his collar and knocked him into the side of the van; hard. His face was inches from the Fat Man’s, so the other man could see the uncontained rage and very real threat of violence in his dark eyes. “Somethin’ happens to her, I’m gonna come back out here and shoot you in your fucking fat gut, you got that you piece of shit?” He hissed. The Fat Man nodded quickly and Frank sighed behind him. Billy’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck, I might shoot you anyway.”

“We don’t got time for this, Bill,” Frank’s gruff voice brought Billy back. He pushed the Fat Man away from him and turned back to his friend. “Cuff him and move to the back,” he ordered Micro, “we’re going in.”

--To Be Continued

~~So I can make this two or three parts, if anyone is interested. Just let me know. Again, this is the first time I’ve ever written something like this so I would love love LOVE any kind of feedback or comment.

#billy russo #Billy Russo x reader #The Punisher #Ben Barnes #Billy Russo imagine

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contrivedcoincidences6 · 7 years

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Boyfriend

Finished story number two for @xfficchallenges bingo! (Because writing mindless smut is fun for me) Edited by @alittlemissfit Thank you @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully

It’s not that I don’t find him annoying, because I do. But he’s charming, he’s brilliant. Witty, tenacious, attractive…. But I have a boyfriend. I’ve been repeating that a lot the past few days.

Maybe it’s because Ethan just started getting serious, or because lately I’ve had some doubts. It can’t be because of Fox Mulder though. This isn’t a real attraction because if it is I’ll have to commit myself. I remember our late night conversation in the motel room. The one that caught fire along with my laptop. I was lying on his bed and he was telling me about his sister. It was all so intimate. I remember his passion. The intensity with which he spoke. There were a few moments where I considered moving closer to him, just a little bit. Just enough to press my lips to his. They looked so damn soft, so kissable. He looked at me with those gorgeous dark eyes and I felt like I was the only person on the planet. He drew me in fully, had me beginning to believe in things I’d never even considered before.

The knock at the door jerks me out of my thoughts. “Who is it?” I already know who it is and expect a funny, snappy response like before. Instead I get a solemn, “It’s me.” When we’d left each other after finding Billy Miles we were both running on adrenaline. The walk back to the car we never broke physical contact. His hand was on my back, mine was on his arm. Our fingers brushed as we walked. We’d said goodnight, reluctantly, a few hours before but I wasn’t surprised to see him at my door. I open the door, see him standing in sweatpants and a tee shirt and arch an eyebrow at him. “I heard your TV. I couldn’t sleep either.” Stepping aside I let him in and he glances at the TV. “Infomercials, Scully?” We both give a small, awkward, laugh. “It’s the only thing on this time of night.” Mulder moves to the bed. Sits on the edge like he belongs there. “What are you going to say in your report?” He asks, looking at me intensely. I shrug, move to sit next to him. “I don’t know Mulder. There’s no evidence, no documentation, and I’m not even sure what the charges will be. Not to mention I lost my computer and can’t make a report til we get back.” He stares at me then like he’s trying to figure me out and we shift closer together. I can feel his warm breath on my face. “But what will you say?”

His voice is low and I find myself repeating the mantra again. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. Neither of us has slept more than a few hours in the past few days and I know that has to account for the dizzy feeling I’m experiencing. The lack of sleep also accounts for why I kiss him. It’s the only reason that makes sense. His lips are delicious against mine and I sink into it. He seems taken aback for only a moment before kissing me back. One of his hands moves to my waist and the other to the side of my face. Meanwhile my arms wrap around his neck and I bury my hands in his hair, which I’ve been dying to do. He’s soft and hard at the same time. My fingers trail along his jawline and his move through my hair tracing over my scalp in a way that makes me shiver. We pull apart with a gasp and stare at each other for a moment. Maintaining eye contact my body seems to move on its own and I’m straddling him. His eyebrow goes up and his hands slide beneath the large tee shirt I’m wearing, grip my hips. “Don’t you have a boyfriend, Agent Scully?” he asks in a husky, somewhat sarcastic voice. I lower myself a bit and feel his half hard cock as I nod my head, slowly grind against him. “Does that bother you?” The voice leaving my mouth doesn’t even sound like my own. I’m starting to believe that this is all a dream. Instead of answering Mulder thrusts up and kisses me. The contact causes me to moan and I’m thrown off balance but he holds me tight. I grab at his hair and he pulls me down harder. We grind against each other for some time as our hands search each other’s bodies. The crotch of my pajama bottoms are soaked due to my lack of underwear. After a couple minutes we find a rhythm and each time I rub against him I moan a little louder. “Do you have a condom?” Mulder asks, sounding dazed as I slow down for a moment. His hair is tousled, his lips are wet and swollen, and his eyes find a way to cut right through me. Of course I don’t have a condom. I have a boyfriend at home which is where my condoms are. Under what circumstances would I need to bring them with me? Aside from these circumstances. Bitterly I shake my head.

“Do you?” I ask, getting a no.

“Damn it.” I say, feeling my mind begins to adjust. It’s alright. It’s probably better this way. Before I can move though Mulder grinds up against me again and I feel a shiver run through my body. He continues moving against me and the friction feels exquisite. He watches my reactions to his ministrations with the eye of an investigator. In a quick move he flips me over, moves between my legs where he continues to move against me. I haven’t dry humped since high school and the thought of it would make me laugh if it didn’t feel so amazing.

Mulder rids himself of his shirt and I admire his slim muscular frame. Before I am able to really take him in his deft fingers make quick work of my shirt. Soon his lips are around one nipple while his fingers gently pinch the other. I lift my hips to move against him, making soft noises of pleasure that don’t even sound like noises I’m capable of. The small part of my brain still capable of thought reminds me this is still considered cheating, but rather than making me want to stop it makes me hotter. I’m going to hell, but in that moment I don’t care. His cock feels long and hard against me and I realize that I haven’t even seen it yet. There is something strangely erotic about all of it. Mulder is making grunting sounds against me and I wonder if we are going to finish this way. I move my hips at a different angle and my orgasm takes me off guard. I shudder and shout something as I grab at Mulder’s well muscled back. The erotisism has me feeling light headed. I feel the vibrations of his own orgasm as he follows me over the edge. He moves against me until he is soft and then I feel the warm wetness between us. It’s in that moment that I realize what I’ve done. Mulder seems to sense this because he tightens his hold on me. “Don’t Scully,” he murmurs against my neck. His breath is warm and I shiver at the feeling of his lips moving. I realize that he’s been calling me ‘Scully’ and I’ve been calling him ‘Mulder’ this entire time. The obscurity of the situation makes me laugh. Mulder pulls back a bit to look at me in confusion. I just shake my head and enjoy the feeling of his skin against mine. He gives me a lopsided smile and moves his face back to my neck where he nuzzles close to me. There is something about him that draws me in and the way he holds me so tenderly makes me want to cry. The wetness between us begins to get cool and sticky when he finally lets me pull away. I go to the bathroom and feel his eyes on me the whole time. Once inside I turn on the tap and sink to the ground to cry. I’m not sure what exactly I’m crying about. It could be that I just cheated on my boyfriend of two years or because there is something so intoxicating about Mulder or it’s because this entire case has been exhausting but I know I want to be apart of the X files. I clean myself up and calm down before facing my new partner again. When I emerge a few minutes later, cleaned up and prepared to talk things out, not surprisingly, he’s gone.

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A Winchester

Characters - Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Mary Winchester and the British Men Of Letters.

Word Count - 2527

Warnings - Angst, fluff, Season 12 spoilers.

Notes - Summary is below the cut as this fic takes place during season 12x9 so if you haven't watched it yet watch it then read this.

Summary - Reader struggles with Dean and Sam being gone and not knowing where they are. Yet a secret is lurking for the reader when she finally gets Dean back.

Sitting in a run down bar with Mary and Cas you couldn't help but sigh at the situation you were in. “I should have taken Kelly to safety on my own, you should have stayed with them Cas.” You insisted as your eyes fell to the coffee cup nestled in your hands.

“Dean wanted me to go with you.” Castiel protested trying to rationalise his and your own actions.

“I know he did, yet now look at the three of us sat here with no clue where they are. It’s been…”

“6 weeks, 2 days, 10 hours.” Cas interrupted.

Your eyes looked up to Mary as your tried to stifle a sob. It was bad enough living everyday without Dean, waking up to his side of the bed cold and empty. That you could handle barely, yet it was the not knowing where he was or what was happening to either Dean or Sam.

“Anything on where they are?” You asked looking back up to Mary.

The look your question was met with instantly zoned you out of the conversation she was having with Castiel, she spoke of her police contacts being retired or dead. Your gaze returned back to the cup before you as the barrier you had built up over the past weeks broke, tears fell freely as your head fell further attempting to hide your sadness with your hair.

“We will find them.” Castiel reassured as he reached a hand out to yours taking it from the cup and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m going to clean myself up.” You excused yourself from the bar and made your way to the bar toilets. A wave of fear and panic for the man you loved knocked you sick. Barely reaching the toilet before you were throwing up as more tears fell. Another wave of fear and sickness hit you like a truck as a hand on your back took you by surprise, Mary’s soft voice began to soothe you as she rubbed small circles on your back.

“Better?” She questioned handing you some tissue to clean up with.

“A little.” You lied giving her a weak smile in response.

“How did you know I was going to puke?” You asked, puzzled at her knowledge.

“You went white as a sheet and the look in your eyes.” She informed you as she handed you a pack of gum she had pulled out of her back pocket. “Here.” She hugged you and rocked you gently trying to calm you further.

Your mind flitted back to the day you met the famous Mary Winchester.

After Sam, Dean and Castiel had all gone and you couldn't find any of them you called every number you had asking any hunters if they’d seen them. You prayed frantically to Cas and even summoned Crowley. You decided after you wasted search to return to the bunker in hopes one of them may have found their way home. You walked through the bunker door, it on the surface looked how you had left it, reaching the bottom of the stairs you saw blood on the floor some form of symbol in blood on the bunker wall. As you reached for the gun tucked under your coat you creeped through the library searching to see if anyone was still in the bunker.

“Sammy? Cas? Y/N?” Dean’s voice rang through the bunker as you turned on your heel to follow the voice of your boyfriend. Following the voice down the corridor to your room you heard the door open once more, hearing heavy footsteps you assumed it to be Cas or Sam. Turning back to see who it was you were met with the sight of a blonde lady holding a gun to Castiel’s face.

As Dean diffused the situation you tried to focus on the lady as you recognised her. “This is Cas, Cas this is Mary Winchester.” Dean introduced as your brain caught up and clicked that this was Mary and she hadn't aged a day since the photos you’d seen. How could she be alive? You thought to yourself.

“Mom, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Dean introduced you to his mother as his arm snaked around your waist and showed you off proudly like a trophy.

Months later you were here, unaware of where Dean was and sobbing into his mothers arms.

Returning back to the bunker with Cas was a long drive, Mary had gone her separate way, possibly to hunt or to deal with this in her own way. Your way to cope was to wear Dean’s shirts, drink and search every possible lead for Sam and Dean and where they could be. Cas checked his voicemail as you both sat in the library. Mary had left him a message informing him that she was taking care of the hunt he in his own words ‘failed in’.

“Come on let’s get a drink.” You proposed to him as you held out a hand for him to take and follow you, he took your hand as the sadness in his eyes sank your heart further.

As you entered the kitchen you motioned for Cas to sit at the table. “Coffee? Whiskey or both?” You asked the angel sat holding his head in his hands. “Whiskey it is.” You answered your own question as you grabbed yourself a coffee and the bottle of whiskey from the side. “Cas stop it.” You interrupted the silence as he lifted his head back up to look at you.

“What?” He questioned filling up his glass and drinking it immediately before filling his glass once more.

“Blaming yourself.” You sighed as you sipped your coffee.

“Something is different.” Cas insisted as he tilted his head and squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

“We’re the only two left in the bunker?” You questioned.

“No, that’s not is.” Can questioned himself as he shook his head. “Something, with you.” His eyes narrowed once more and scanned you.

“Lonely? Depressed? Sick? Exhausted?” You proposed options as you took another drink.

“No.” Cas spoke once more as you rolled your eyes.

“Wait.” You whispered to him. “Is that your phone?” You questioned as you heard a faint tone ringing.

You trailed Cas through the bunker towards the library. “What?” Cas barked through the phone. “Dean?” He asked as the single word filled the bunker and your ears you had to reach out to the table to stable yourself.

The next few hours sped by in a blur, you’d gone with Cas to meet Mary and get the boys back. You’d piled into Mary’s car with no plan of action, just 2 hunters and an angel no backup and no idea what you were about to face. As Castiel informed you both he may have an idea you zoned out once more. Pulling up you were met by the British Men Of Letters once more, still, not over the fact their colleague tried to kill Sam and Dean you and Mary were less than trusting. Willing to trust them to get the boys back all three of you listened to what they had to say. As they offered to help find the boys in return for nothing you couldn't help but smile a little. Following the location the Brits had given you, yourself Mary and Cas set off into the overgrowth.

Standing behind both Mary and Cas you shuffled your boots in the leaves at your feet taking your worries out on mother nature.

“Sam, Dean.” Castiel’s voice snapped you out of your trance. You looked up to see Sam hugging Cas and then Mary before enveloping you into one of his bear hugs. Looking over Sam’s shoulder you saw Dean looking worse for wear as he hugged Cas and then Mary as he mirrored his brother's actions.

“Baby!” Dean shouted as he ran towards you picking you up as he wrapped his arms around your waist as he placed you back on the ground. “I love you.” He mumbled as he rested his forehead against yours, kissing you as his arms tightened around you.

“I love you too Winchester.” You moaned into his lips as your arms snaked around his neck.

Sam cleared his throat pulling you from your moment of bliss in Dean’s arms, all 5 of you made your way back to the car Dean’s hand not leaving yours for a second. As you all piled into the car you sat in the back with Cas and Dean, resting your head on Dean’s chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if they never wanted to let you go again.

As the car's lights flickered and the engine began to falter you sat up resting your hand on Dean’s chest as you looked at him.

“It’s time.” Sam interrupted the silence as your eyes widened at Dean.

“What’s happening?” Mary spoke the thought on your mind as you all got out of the car, your hand never leaving Dean’s.

Before you all stood Billie the reaper. Sam and Dean informed you Mary and Cas of the deal they had made with her, one last death and resurrection gig to get them out.

“Come midnight a Winchester goes bye bye. Like permanently.” She spoke with satisfaction of finally reaping a Winchester.

You gasped in pure horror as you’d just got the boys back and now they had made a stupid deal with a reaper. You felt sick to your stomach once more as Sam and Dean began to rationalize their deal. Your legs began to wobble with every word you were hearing, using your other hand to grip onto Dean’s forearm for support, noticing your state his arm slipped around you holding you closer to him.

“At least this way one of us gets to keep fighting.” Sam spoke as he reasoned with his mother.

“So who's it gonna be?” Billie questioned her arms crossed firmly over her chest.

Your grip on Dean’s arm tightened as the thought of losing him again consumed you. As the brothers looked between each other silently deciding which would sacrifice themselves Billie spoke. “I could take the littlest Winchester.”

Both Dean and Mary looked at Sam confused.

“The one with the smallest heartbeat its own mother doesn't know she’s pregnant,” Billie suggested as her eyes zoned in on you.

Dean spun around to face you so he was another body between you and Billie. “You’re pregnant?” He asked his hands now holding onto your shoulders, squeezing them as he asked.

“No…Maybe…If I…Oh my God…” You stammered out as you looked at Dean’s green eyes glowing back at you with sheer happiness plastered across his face. You felt sick and weak once more as your brain registered you are pregnant you’d put your symptoms down to stress and the situation, yet now it had clicked and with what Cas said about you being different it made sense now.

Mary turned to face Billie as she pulled her gun out. “Me” she announced.

“Mom” Dean pleaded. As Sam’s pleas of ‘no’ echoed through the air.

Billie flung the boys to the ground with a flick of her hand.

“You said come midnight a Winchester dies. I’m a Winchester.” Mary challenged the reaper before her.

“Works for me.” Billie shrugged.

“Mom. Don’t” Both Sam and Dean pleaded to their mother who had a gun raised to her temple.

“I love you.” Mary croaked as Castiel put an angel blade through Billie’s chest.

Feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation you felt your knees buckle as you fell to the ground next to Dean.

You awoke to the gentle rocking motion of the car as you head was on Dean’s lap and legs across Castiel. Dean’s hands running through your hair as he looked down at you.

“How do you feel?” Dean questioned placing a hand over your cheek. “Cas says you're okay and so is the baby.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.” Cas apologized as he placed his hand over your own.

“I feel tired and nauseous but I’m so happy you and Sammy are back. Cas I didn’t even realize, I thought I was stressed if your angel senses didn't pick up a baby but picked up something was different I'm sure you would have got there in a few days.” You suggested as you smiled reassuringly to the self-doubting angel.

“We’re going to swing by a hospital before the bunker, just to check you out, Cas will take you in,” Dean informed you of the plan they’d formed while you were out.

“Dean if Cas says we’re okay then we’re okay.” You shushed the worrying of your boyfriend as he babbled on about plans for you tonight. “I just want to climb into bed with you.”

“Cas are you sure they’re okay?” Dean questioned once more. Castiel laid a hand across your abdomen as he looked at you, noticing a small smile on his lips as his focus was on your stomach.

“Yes, as Y/N said she is tired and nauseous which are pregnancy symptoms and she has no other medical worries. Your baby is healthy, it has a strong heartbeat I can feel, strong for 8 weeks, It’s definitely a Winchester.” Cas concluded as he removed his hand from your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile as your eyes fluttered back shut as you fell asleep once more. Happy you had Dean and Sam back and even happier you were pregnant.

When you woke you were in bed with Dean, he must have carried you from the car and into bed. As you moved around trying to get comfortable once again Dean’s arm tightened around you as you took in the room, Dean was sat up awake with a bottle of Whiskey in his hand as he lent against the headboard.

“Dean, sweetie?” You sat up looking at him. “Are you okay?I know we haven't talked about having a baby and I know this isn't something we planned for a hunting life isn't a life for a baby.” You rambled as you began to panic.

As he turned to place the bottle down on the bedside table he held his arms out for you to crawl into. “Are you kidding me! This baby is going to be the best thing that’s happened to us!” He gushed as he planted kisses on the top of your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You implored for Dean to talk about anything from the past 6 weeks, hoping anything he told you could help his thoughts be lighter.

“Not really. I’m just happy to be in a different set of 4 walls, a different bed and most of all being with you.” Dean placed more kisses on you as you cuddled into Dean’s chest as he moved you both to lay down before turning back to switch off the light behind him.

“I love you Y/N” Dean whispered into your hair as he held you tighter.

“I love you too Dean.”

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ru-ruu · 7 years

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Ive been up and Ive been down….Ive had my feet swept off the ground

BYSOMEBODYWHOJUSTPICKEDMEUPANDTHREWMEAWAAAAAAAYYY!!!!

Ms. Alicia Michelle Howard a.k.a Billie (not to be confused with Billie Jean…), a Chicago legend that has given us numerous tracks and moments over her long lasting career. Of course most notably Love Under New Management (written by the wonderful Ms. Annette Harderman and her late husband Gabriel Harderman), Come Share My Love, Baby Be Mine, Ain’t Nobody Like You and other tunes. All her staple hits and everything you want to hear her perform at a live show. But of course at the Factory we don’t focus on just the hits. The B cuts and the album cuts are just as important and lowkey sometimes better than the singles.

Lets slide on back to 1980, yall know Miki was in a R&B group right? Yall heard of Side Effect?

She was a part of the group for a years, they craned out a funky rendition of Georgy Porgy which is still a part of Miki’s live shows today.

Another popular tune from the group during Miki’s tenure was

I Can’t Play

Ok lets jump to her solo career, the MEAT of it all! Lets share her love for a bit with her first solo album Come Share My Love. We all know about the title track Come Share My Love….

Theres a peak on every mountain…

A shore for every sea….

Its hard to understand were you meant for me…

Theres an answer to a question, but theres no guarantee…

AND I WANNA GIVE IT TO YA GIVE IT TO YA GIVE IT TO YA…..

But have you paid attention to the smooth track titled

Love Will Find A Way

A simple plea for love to find the answer after doing all you can. Nowadays people say love isnt enough in relationships and that love isnt the answer. But without love what do you have? Yeah you need trust and communication and all that but at the center of it all you need love. Thats all we really need anyway…but moving onto the next track that needed more shine and my personal favorite of Miki

Imagination

Before I got into hardcore researching and investigating I thought this was an original song. But nope, its an old Glen Miller tune that was written and composed by Jimmy Van Heusen and Johnny Burke.The tune is what one would call a “Standard”, everyone from Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra has their own rendition. But theres something about Miki’s version that gives the song power! I believe this was the beginning of Miki revealing that she was a bonafide Jazz artist. Her nickname is Billie…after the late and great legendary Mother of us all Billie Holiday. Miki even played Billie in the biopic Malcom X. But we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

Lets slide onto 1987 (sidebar Im still not even born yet at this point) I know I was trying to not highlight her singles and hits buuuuuuuut this song right here…..THIS SONG RIGHT HERE!!!! We all know about the Miki Howard and Gerald Levert love affair it was leeeggggeeennddddaaarrrryy!

That’s What Love Is

Their first duet together was something magical. Hence why I included on my Duets post, go check it out if you missed it. Written by both Howard and Levert and included on her Love Confession album.

This song is just that…..a love confession! In the song they compare themselves to Romeo and Juliet and if you think about it…….thats very fitting. They both come from legendary families, Gerald is the son of the legendary Eddie Levert from the group The O’Jays and Miki’s mother, Josephine Howard, sang with The Caravans. They both deeply loved and adored one another but Miki and I quote is a “Woman of The World” and that didn’t fly in the Levert camp. But they always remained close until his passing. He even wrote on another track on the album

Crazy

Love Confession was filled with love letters between the two,

I been looking for a new love….

Didnt know where it was…

All the time there you were…..

I must have been CRAZY….

Gerald aint slick not one bit! See what happens when artists get involved with one another, they start telling secrets through the music. It’s lowkey sweet and almost like a marriage. It sticks with both parties throughout their entire careers and it’ll always make them think back to that moment when the love was the strongest…..or when whatever emotion was the strongest because there are plenty musical couples that sing songs written by the other party that are break up songs and torch songs sooooooo yeah!

Anyway lets jump to 89 (Im finally born woot woot) and visit her album Miki Howard.

There were some good cuts on there and also her first number one hit! Guess what Im going to talk about first yall….

I’ll Be Your Shoulder

Yeeeessss another Howard/Levert duo, written partially by Gerald (he has writing credits on Mister as well). This track may have solidified the two’s feelings for another. Yes they were deeply in love but here they confess….I’m here for ya baby, when you’re down and out you know you can come to me. Simply put, I’ll Be Your Shoulder! Which eventually is what happened between them, Gerald helped Miki kick drugs or at least played a major role. So these lyrics are true to life, cant say that too much about songs that are out nowadays. Come to think about it the Levert clan were all over this album. Listen to some of the tracks and see if you can hear Eddie and the crew jamming in the back. Also sidebar and honorable mention to Miki’s vocals on the tail end of a song that SHE wrote

Who Ever Said It Was Love

Listen to the veeeeerrrrrryyyy end to hear just how high Auntie Miki can go!

Onto to 1992!! Femme Fatale POW!!

A collection of work with her second number one hit Aint Nobody Like You and a myriad of gems. Miki was always had a classic duet on her albums but this time…instead of Gerald…..she had Christopher Williams on the track.

Hope That We Can Be Together Soon

Yall remember Christopher Williams right? The light skin brotha that was on New Jack City? Had the song Dreamin’ from the soundtrack? And Every Little Thing U Do? Ella Fitzgerald’s nephew? Yeah him and Miki did a cover of a Gamble and Huff tune that was first recorded by Sharon Paige and Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes back in ’75. Christopher was a good choice vocally, veeerrrryyy reminiscent of the original.

Femme Fatale also saw Miki’s “Billie” side come out once more before the big shebang! Her cover of Billie Holiday’s Good Morning Heartache was a perfectly haunting tribute.

Good Morning Heartache

Again it was another Jazz standard and another Jazz tune perfectly shaped to her voice. Of course as before everybody recorded the tune but again Miki holds the crown with her cover. She was definitely hinting towards her recording future with this one.

Last track I want yall to listen to from the album is

Cigarette Ashes On The Floor

Im not even going to go into it, please please please just listen to the lyrics. We’ve ALL been there and who the hell says things like this? You make me feel like cigarette ashes on the floor?!?!?! It’s the truth but dam!!

A year later Miki said you know what….I need to sing me some Billie. And thats just what she did. In ’93 Miki Howard released Miki Sings Billie: A Tribute To Billie Holiday.

A tribute to her hero and biggest inspiration. Who has the courage to do an album like that? Now personally I think it should be done more often. Chante Moore should do a tribute album to Minnie Riperton, she already recorded a few of her tunes and who else is fitted to cover a Minnie song? Lowkey…come closer yall lemme whisper this in yall ear….I think Monica should do something for Stephanie Mills. Both of their voices are similar….in a way, so why not?!? Back to Miki though, remember I told yall she was in Malcom X portraying Billie? Well that was a year before this was released so in a way it was a major heads up!

There’s Billie Holiday classics on there like Solitude and My Man and What A Little Moonlight Can Do. But MY favorite is

Don’t Explain

Just listen…’Nuff said!

Jumping over some years and some issues and some scandals and whatever to 1997’s Cant Count Me Out.

Two of my favorite Miki tracks are nestled in the bosom of this body of work. The first being a song that has her longtime friend Chaka Khan and Terence Trent D’Arby (yall know Wishing Well! Dont act like you dont!) and a Stevie Wonder cover.

I Love Every Little Thing About You

The next being

Something I Never Had

Peep the backing vocals on that track! Know who it is? Well…..SAY IT!!! Miki wrote the majority of songs on this album besides the covers. She penned this along with Lemel Humes.

Miki had about three more albums after this: Three Wishes (2001), Pillow Talk (2006) and Private Collection (2008) and numerous tour dates and appearances and hey even a movie about her life!!

Special mention to the tracks

You Made Me Love You

I remember I first heard that song after I got dumped by my first boyfriend. It immediately made me think of one of the first things he told me”…..Im going to make you love me…..” He did and then he broke my heart seven months later….oh well!

Miki loved to do a cover, she has an album full of them (Pillow Talk). She redid one of my favorite songs

Go Away Little Boy

Now I always got the Marlena Shaw version mixed up with Nancy Wilson’s version. Who can blame me though? Their voices and delivery are almost identical to the T! Miki came through and slapped her own funk on it as she usually does.

She also took on the Ann Peebles classic

I Cant Stand The Rain

She stayed true to the “twang” of the tune whereas Tina made it more current for the times. Both lovely version in their own right!

Last song and I’ll let yall go, some of yall overstayed your welcome and its time for yall to go back to ya mammy house.

Panther

Shes a PANTHAAAAH! Miki described a Panther as the black version of a “Cougar”. She said it sounded more sexy and it fits black women better than being called a Cougar. C’est La Vie on that one…..

Look out for Part 2 of Aint Nobody Like Miki Howard! I got lots more to talk about, we aint done yet!!

Aint Nobody Like Miki Howard Part 1. Ive been up and Ive been down....Ive had my feet swept off the ground BYSOMEBODYWHOJUSTPICKEDMEUPANDTHREWMEAWAAAAAAAYYY!!!! Ms. Alicia Michelle Howard a.k.a Billie (not to be confused with Billie Jean...), a Chicago legend that has given us numerous tracks and moments over her long lasting career.

#Billie Holiday #Chaka Khan #Christopher Williams #duets #Gerald Levert #Jazz #Miki Howard #Side Effect #vintage

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