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Frank Iero in LS Dunes’ ‘Permanent Rebellion’

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Over When It's Over

Pairing- Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count- 650-ish

Warnings- it's just so much angst. and mentions of alcoholism.

Author's Note- so according to this poll, at least some of you wanted to read this....my usual headcanon for Frankie is that he has a woman who stands by his side no matter what, this isn't that. this is a Frankie who came home from Colombia and fell into a bottle and hasn't found his way out yet. there's no happy ending, but I'd kinda like to think if I ever visited these two again, there could be.....

"Babe? You home?"

Shit.

You weren't expecting him back so soon and you start packing a little faster.

But you don't bother answering him, the apartment's about the size of a shoebox, he'll find you sooner rather than later. Add that to the list of things that you're sick of- losing the house and having to live in this shitbox because it's all you can afford on one income.

"Babe?" He stops in the doorway, fresh beer in hand, of course. "What's going on?"

"What does it look like, Francisco?" You sigh. "I'm done. We're done. This is over. Drea and I will be at my mom's. We'll work something out with the lawyers."

"What the fuck? Are you serious with me right now? You weren't even gonna let me have a say in this? You're just gonna leave? You're just gonna take my baby from me?"

"There's nothing to say. I can't do it anymore, Frank. I can't live like this and I won't raise my daughter like this. You need help."

"I'm fine," he scoffs. "I just need to get my license back and everything will be fine, you'll see."

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" You laugh bitterly. "You're not fine. And no one is reinstating your license. If it had just been the suspension, we probably could've made it through this but then you went off with Pope and you lost Tom and you won't talk to me...."

"There's nothing to talk about," he insists with a shake of his head. Has been insisting for the last year and a half. "Bad mission, that's all. It's over, it's done."

"Oh, is it? Is it over? When's the last time you slept through the night? When's the last time you were really truly sober, hmm?? Or, or....contributed anything to this family? I can't even leave Drea alone with you because I don't know what the fuck I'll come home to! So not only am I the only one working, I'm also having to pay for fucking childcare!!"

"What do you want me to do? Flip fucking burgers? Or go hang out at the Home Depot or some shit and hope I get picked up for a crew?"

"Why not? Do you think you're too good for that? I go out and wait fucking tables five days a week because some one has to keep a roof over our heads! Do you think you're better than me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not saying-- damnit, I'm not a fucking day laborer, I'm a goddamn pilot! A fucking good one!"

"No, what you are now is a fucking drunk!" You yell, slamming the suitcase closed.

The silence is deafening, Frankie standing with his arms crossed staring daggers at you from the other side of the bed and you wonder for the millionth time what happened to the man you met years ago- the one with the quiet confidence and warm smile, the quick laugh and laid-back manner.

"This is horseshit," Frankie mumbles. "Ten years and you're just gonna throw it all away? Over what? A couple beers?"

You drag your suitcase off the bed and put it by the door with the others before crossing to him, pulling him into a hug that he only halfheartedly returns.

"It's more than that and you know it. You need help, with the drinking and with whatever demons you're fighting with in your head. Doesn't have to be me, but talk to someone. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for Drea. She deserves the best version of you."

You give him a kiss on the check and step out of his loose embrace before grabbing your bags and walking out. And you don't look back.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Your honor I love this man -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Safe and Sound' -by Graham Colton

LV: I've Had a Vision (I'm Delusional)

"That thing is really red," Percy comments once they get upstairs. "I wonder if it's cherry-flavored."

"Why don't you swim over and find out?" Annabeth smirks.

"How about no."

"Get married already." Ara snorts and turns to Frank. "So what did you find out?"

"According to my Pylos cousins," he starts, "the chained god we're looking for in Sparta is my dad... uh, I mean Ares, not Mars. Apparently, the Spartans kept a statue of him chained up in their city so the spirit of war would never leave them."

"Oo-kay," Leo places an arm around Ara's waist. "The Spartans were freaks. Of course, we've got Victory tied up downstairs, so I guess we can't talk."

"The Spartans were quite vicious when it came to how they trained their warriors—I wouldn't be surprised if they thought chaining Ares was like, saying they had the upper hand in battle," Ara comments.

Jason leans on the railing and winces. "On to Sparta, then. But how does a chained god's heartbeat help us find a cure for dying?"

"Piper said something about visions in her blade," Hazel mentions. Everyone turns to the girl, but she's scowling at Jason's injury, not listening to their conversation. "Piper?" Hazel repeats.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was asking you about the visions. You told me you'd seen some stuff in your dagger blade?"

"Uh... right." Piper brings out the blade. Everyone throws nervous glances at Ara, and that doesn't feel endearing in the least. "I, um... I don't see anything right now. But one vision kept popping up. Annabeth, Ara, and I are exploring some ruins—"

"Ruins!" Leo pipes in, letting go of Ara and rubbing his hands like a fly. "Now we're talking. How many ruins can there be in Greece?"

"Quiet, Leo," Annabeth scolds him. "Piper, do you think it was Sparta?"

"Maybe. Anyway... suddenly we're in this dark place like a cave. We're staring at this bronze warrior statue. In the vision I touch the statue's face and flames start swirling around us. That's all I saw."

"Flames." Frank makes a face. "I don't like that vision."

"Me neither," Percy mumbles, eyes on the sea serpent. "If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo."

"I love you too, man." He scoffs. "I didn't keep the Polaroid, you know? No need to threaten me."

"You know what I mean. You're immune. Or, heck, give me some of those nice water grenades Ara designed and I'll go. Ares and I have tangled before."

Ara clicks her tongue and shakes her head, deep in thought. "No one said we had to fight him, you bubble-head. For all we know he might need saving..."

"Does Ares sound like a helpless god to you?"

"It does when he's chained," Ara argues.

"If Piper saw us three going after the statue, then that's who should go," Annabeth stops their bickering. "We'll be all right. There's always a way to survive."

"Not always," Hazel reminds them.

"Gee, guys, we can't all be depressed!" Ara scolds them with sarcasm. "Mom said it's my turn with the saddies!"

"I'm the one that's dying," Leo retorts in the same way.

"Which reminds me," Frank shows them the vial of poison. "What about this stuff? After the House of Hades, I kind of hoped we were done drinking poison."

"That's just one ingredient," Ara shrugs. "We might get to mix it with, dunno, some cherry-flavored coke?" She smirks at Percy. "You know, in the past, some people used to consume poison in small amounts to build resistance to it. Maybe it's the same."

Everyone turns to Annabeth and she shrugs. "Do I look like I'd know that sort of useless info? Ara's the one with the weird death interests."

"Don't worry guys, I'll figure it out," she smiles at the group.

"Not by testing it," Percy argues.

"I'll read a book."

"You can read?"

Ara reaches to punch him and Frank steps in to keep them away from each other.

"Store the poison securely in the hold," Annabeth continues while the siblings bicker. "For now, that's all we can do. Once we figure out this chained god situation, we'll head to the island of Delos."

"The curse of Delos," Hazel sighs. "That sounds fun."

"Hopefully Apollo will be there," Annabeth keeps talking still deep in thought. "Delos was his home island. He's the god of medicine. He should be able to advise us."

"I volunteer for that quest too," Ara says, trying to sound casual.

Leo immediately protests. "No way!"

"What? You can't stop me from looking at my favorite god from up close!"

"No, I agree with Leo on this one, you should stay here," Percy teases her. "Unless you still want to become her muse?"

Leo looks at her with worry. "You're not a kid anymore, what if he tries to woo you?"

"That's not why I'm going!" Ara blushes. "Listen, he still thinks I'm his biggest fan, right? If I ask him to help, give a few compliments, I bet he'll cave easier."

"Something tells me he'll cave to more than that," Leo mutters and Percy nods dramatically.

"We're derailing!" Ara huffs, getting redder.

The sea serpent blows out steam, distracting her brother. "Cherry has figured out we're not a dragon. Maybe we should take to the air for a while?"

"Airborne it is! Festus, do the honors!" As the ship rises, Leo checks out the monitors. "We should reach Sparta by morning—And remember to come by the mess hall tonight, folks, 'cause Chef Leo is making his famous three-alarm tofu tacos!"

Everyone scatters and Ara leans on the control board, nudging Leo's side. "You're not really that worried about Apollo, right?"

"Why would I? You're just like, madly in love with him since always," he punches buttons with unnecessary force.

Ara sighs. "You've been touchy today," she gently grabs his shoulder. "Please, tell me what's bothering you."

Leo looks up at her with annoyance. "What is your problem, huh? Isn't it enough to have me wrapped around your finger, you have to know every thought that crosses my mind?"

Ara holds back a grin. "I'm sorry... It's just that I, like Piper, had a vision. Except my vision is more like female intuition rooted in the fact that I'm in love with you and can tell when you're unhappy."

Leo turns away to operate the Archimedes Sphere. "Nothing important..." he mumbles, but Ara hears it.

"Hey, none of that," she frowns, circling his frame to face him. "You know better." The boy seems in a terrible mood, and Ara knows she's running out of time to fix things between them. "How about a spa night after dinner?"

Silence.

"Just the two of us?" He mumbles something in response, staring at the monitors with a pout. Ara smiles. "And you can stay the whole night."

"You had me at spa night, doll," he looks up with a sort of enthusiastic grin that lacks his usual energy. "Thank you."

Ara kisses his forehead gently. "It's your turn to lean on me."

Despite having a fun night with Leo, she still didn't get much sleep. Her eyes open at four in the morning and after that, she can't stop the noise in her head, so she slips out of Leo's embrace and makes her way to the showers.

Ara can be extremely tired before bed and still wake up too early to be considered a healthy rest. Most times she's lucky enough to not feel tired throughout the day, but this morning is not one of those. Her eyes feel puffy even after the shower, her head hurts, and as she watches Leo's peaceful expression pressed against her pillow, she has to suppress the urge to throw a hairbrush at him out of envy—and also because he was the reason why she stayed up so late.

No one is awake, so she eats alone in the Mess Hall, then spends an hour dozing off on the table trying to review their trajectory, jumping out of her seat every time something creaks or her muscles spasm. She considers going back and cuddling up against Leo but then he walks in, hair all over the place and eyes sleepy.

"You abandoned me."

"I couldn't sleep," she grumbles. "I feel like crap and it's all your fault."

Leo walks past her and gives her a light kiss, sniffing the top of her head. "At least you don't smell like it," he jokes, still having that sleepy voice Ara loves to hear.

He hands her a cup of dark coffee. Leo doesn't like it but Ara does, and even though a normal cup does nothing for her, a heavily charged espresso makes her brain jumpstart better than most things.

Leo sits down and grabs a bag of Fonzies, but Ara takes it away and places an apple in his hand instead. "You know," he moves his chair to face her, taking a bite from the fruit. "You do this to me a lot. I wake up and you're gone."

Ara takes a sip of her coffee and grimaces, then coughs a little. "Not on purpose. I don't know, maybe my body isn't used to sharing small beds," she suggests, rubbing her eyes.

"So your body doesn't want me near?" Ara glares at him but then realizes he's smirking. "Just teasing, sunshine," he bites the apple and winks at her, leaving his seat. "Finish your coffee, I'll check how long 'til we get to Sparta."

Ara wants to kill Percy after he explodes all the pipes in the Argo II—she also gets a little bit anxious after hearing Piper's dream, but spending a whole afternoon smelling like a toilet after his whoopsie isn't fun, so Leo takes the boy downstairs to repair the water system as punishment.

Once on the ground, and after walking for like half an hour, Piper and Annabeth find some ominous holes and conclude that they must jump in them, so the day is officially ruined. 

Ara stifles a yawn. "Am I allowed to jump in first or am I still not reliable?"

"They weren't doing this before..." Annabeth approaches the pits and examines them, her eyes are still puffy from the crisis she had five minutes ago. 

Ara doesn't want to think too much about it, but the older girl told them about that scary moment when Percy tortured the goddess of Misery, and Ara isn't surprised, her brother has shown before he's very capable of being callous, but Annabeth hasn't been paying as much attention to that side of Percy as Ara has.

"There doesn't seem to be any pattern. The timing, the color, the height of the fire... I don't get it."

"Did we activate them somehow?" Piper stands next to Ara. "Maybe that surge of fear you felt on the hill... Uh, I mean we all felt."

"All I feel is tired," Ara mumbles, yawning again.

"There must be some kind of mechanism..." Annabeth insists. "A pressure plate, a proximity alarm."

Ara shakes her head. "Don't feel any of that. Just steam and fire coming out at random moments. Could be some kind of uh..." She waves a hand vaguely. "Nature stuff."

"No." Piper glares at one of the geysers. "It's none of that, it's emotional."

"How can fire pits be emotional?" Annabeth asks with annoyance.

Piper reaches out with her hand over the hole, then retreats when a bunch of flames comes out of it. "Piper!" Annabeth yanks both girls back. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. I was feeling. What we want is down there," Piper gets to work. "These pits are the way in. I'll have to jump."

"Are you crazy? Even if you don't get stuck in the tube, you have no idea how deep it is."

"You're right."

"You'll be burned alive!"

"Possibly." Piper takes off her sword and throws it into the pit. "I'll let you know if it's safe. Wait for my word."

"Ara!" Annabeth turns to her scowling. "Tell her something!"

"I mean, if you die, Jason will let himself die too so he can be with you," Ara shrugs and rubs her eyes. "However you feel about that, act accordingly." Piper gives her a dry laugh, and then she jumps. A few seconds later, enormous flames come out, and Ara winces. "Damn, maybe she wants him dead..."

Annabeth's voice trembles. "Piper?"

"Yeah!" The girl replies, sounding way below. "Tell Jason he still has to recover!"

Ara sighs. "Alright, my turn."

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Hello Hello! owo

Thank you for your amazing work and please keep going with it! You're doing an incredible job ! ❤

I was wondering... If you feel comfortable to answer this question: How well would Sephiroth (may I ask for the domestic Sephiroth you wrote in your pre-Nibelheim AU? I need some fluff please ;^; ) deal with a darling that struggles a lot with their Anxiety/Panic disorder?

Thank you so much in advance!

Hey hon, thanks for your kind words and the ask! ❤️ And no problem! Writing content that dives into the psychology of our favorite characters and how it shapes their relationships is a joy of mine, so please, ask away! That's a great question!

To begin, the darling and Sephiroth would definitely be each other's comfort person. For him, the darling knows that he is still exploring very different sides of himself. Being in a relationship, a life away from Shinra, healing from past trauma and his inevitable fatherhood. That is a lot for him to process. The darling themselves are processing a lot of events. They're on Shinra's hitlist, pregnant with their top (deserted) operative's children, forced to leave other loved ones behind, and their inevitable parenthood... On top of struggling with their anxiety/panic disorder.

It's a daunting period for both individuals... As we already know about Sephiroth, he finds comfort and familiarity in those who he feels are similar to him and those who are in similar predicaments like him, so he'd be perceptive and even more protective of a darling suffering from an anxiety/panic disorder. How? Well...

Sephiroth will often include them in his meditation exercises. He'll stray away from the ones he uses specifically for warfare, since those are obviously not geared toward a pregnant civilian.

He would also give his darling plenty of reassurance, letting them know they are capable of anything they set out to do. He wants them to treat themselves with the same warmth and compassion they give to him.

He'd wrap an arm around them and pull them close, like a shield whenever they start to feel unsafe and need that physical affirmation.

I'd imagine he and his darling love to go to the outskirts of the village, just as the sun is rising and spend time in the wooded clearing. They'll feel the cool morning air brush against their skin and listen to the sounds of nature. They'll be in peaceful silence, embraced in each other's arms.

Sephiroth is a straightforward man. He'll tell his darling what needs to be done or if something needs to happen. He will hide nothing from them (except his own darkness, initially) and will always be frank with them in the face of any problem.

It's great when they both find new ways to manage their anxieties as parents. Since they don't get a lot of chances to travel due to their lives on the run, staycations are the best way to get away. Sephiroth puts in effort to make these experiences peaceful and memorable. Expect stuff like him taking his darling and their adventurous children to explore the woods during the day and watch the twinkling stars in the night's sky at dusk.

And it's really beautiful how the darling still gives Sephiroth the same support, despite the difficulties they face with their anxiety disorder! That resilience, patience and devotion are exactly what Sephiroth needs in a darling. Two hurt persons finding solace in each other and motivating each other to be the best they can be is absolutely amazing! Together they have endured so much, and they will continue to do so, no matter what comes their way. There are, however, areas of improvement for Sephiroth to work on.

Even though Sephiroth has a high level of empathy (despite the emotional isolation and trauma he faced in his formative years and early adulthood, which is bloody amazing and warrants a discussion of its own), Sephiroth may do and say things at times that may trigger the darling, but by no means, he will never do it to hurt them. It's actually good that he's an observant man. He'll pick up on cues when the darling is upset with him and/or his actions and he will do what he can to rectify his wrongs. I can't see him being a common offender since his empathy and shrewdness would make him aware of the darling's triggers. But sometimes, I can see him lacking tact when being honest and like I mentioned above, accidentally trigger them.

Also, he's going to be quite protective of his darling and may snap at others for triggering them, plus it's really just bad for expectant persons to have induced anxiety on top of what they already experience. And that's just if it's accidental. He'll learn that his darling doesn't like things getting heated, even if it's in their defense, so he'll uncover other subtle methods of getting someone to stop triggering them, like flashing that signature Crisis Cutie frown or positioning himself in front of them (thus directing the attention toward him) to make the other parties stop.

If someone were to deliberately provoke his darling and not stop, they would soon feel the depths of despair. It would be so hard for him to control his intense anger in front of his darling. If he can just barely manage his anger, he'll take the darling to a secure area, and turn the antagonizer into a human kabob later.

With his constant words of encouragement, he may unintentionally overwhelm the darling. He'll tone it down if he can catch himself.

Overall, I would say Sephiroth would deal with it very well because of his empathetic and analytical nature. The Crisis Cutie earns an A-!

Also, I need a nickname for that domestic AU.

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 8

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Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary : Frank knows just what to say to light a fire under Billy. Maria confronts you about your feelings at the same time

A few days turned into two weeks since you had any communication with Billy. You were used to radio silence during Frank's deployments so you really weren't that worried. You had work, the kids, Maria and Curtis to fill your time.

Billy on the other hand found his mind drifting to you whenever he had down time. Alice's teasing has stuck with him. What if you found someone? Someone that could admit how they felt about you? That didn't have a reputation like he did? That didn't start life out as a gutter rat and scraped and clawed just to find some sort of footing. 

You deserved the best. From the first day he met you his interest was perked and that was before he got to know you. 

Over time he'd seen you cry, seen you laugh until you got hiccups. He'd saw the way your face looked illuminated by the first rays of sunlight in the morning. He'd fell asleep with you tucked up next to him either watching movies, by a campfire a few times or just enjoying each other's company. He'd heard your worst fears and your greatest dreams. He'd sat listening as you described lives you'd saved and wouldn't take the compliment of him calling you a hero brushing it off as saying it was just your job. 

Somewhere along the way he'd fallen harder than he ever thought he would for anyone. Whether it was the way you smiled when you would brush his hair back from his face or how you'd gently encourage him to talk about the things that ran through his head instead of bottling them up.

He'd seen the way you were always there for Maria when she needed a shoulder, how you jumped in to help Curt with his physical therapy and rehab. You were the most compassionate and caring person he'd ever met and beautiful on top of all that. He truly didn't see how you were still single. 

A small part of him hoped maybe you were waiting on him but then the rest of him was quick to remind himself that how would that be fair to you?

"Bill!" He blinked a few times then turned in his cot to look at Frank "What?" "I've called your name four damn times. What the hell has you all spun up?" Frank asked propping himself up on his elbow. "Nothing man" 

He hoped Frank would let it go at that cause god knows he wasn't exactly feeling all sharing is caring at the moment. "Yea that nothing got a name or should I guess? I'm willing to bet a hundred I'd get it right on the first try" that made him sit up "what you going on about Frankie?" 

He didn't miss the grin that slipped onto Frank's face "Just thinking out loud" "about whatever is on my mind?" Frank shrugged "That and wondering whether or not Y/N went out with that truck lieutenant what's his name" 

"Hunter?" Billy couldn't hide the annoyance he felt at the mention of the guy. He'd been sniffing around you for the last two months before this most recent deployment. He was around Billy's height but that was where the similarities ended. He was blonde, blue eyed and seemed more suited to be surfing the coast in California than working for the FDNY. 

"Yea Maria said he had asked her out the last time I talked to her. Dunno if she agreed or not" he said it nonchalantly on purpose as he turned as if to get comfortable to go to sleep but had to stifle a laugh when a pillow smacked him in the head "The fuck was that for Bill?" He asked chunking the pillow back and slinging his feet around to be facing his friend.

Billy was trying to hold his tongue but he was a bit too annoyed to do so. "You've went two weeks without telling me that? God damn Frankie. What if she went out with him? Fuck man. She deserves better than some pretty boy smoke eater" Frank was grinning by that point despite seeing how much Billy was fuming. "Well damn Bill who'd you have in mind for her?" 

Billy stopped mid rant and actually looked at Frank long enough to realize he'd just let his tongue loosen enough to tell on himself. "How long have you known?" "That you're crazy for her? A while. It's not hard to see to anyone except you and her apparently" 

"Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do?" It was a simple enough question but it made Billy want to flinch at how pathetic he sounded. Fuck he was Billy the beaut. He had women stepping on each other at bars for his attention why the hell was it so difficult to face his feelings for you? "Maybe in two days when communication is back up you call her? Talk to her?" Frank was staring at him now and it took every ounce of self control to not look away. Instead he nodded "Yea I think I need to man up" 

"Attaboy. Now how's about you shut the hell up so I can get some sleep?" Frank said with a grin before flopping back onto his cot which creaked at the sudden movement. "Yea get your beauty sleep Frankie. God knows you need it" Billy barely ducked before Frank's boot zipped over his head.

You laughed watching Lisa slide around the corner in her socks giggling. She was supposed to be in bed twenty minutes ago but well bedtimes were supposed to be a little relaxed on weekends weren't they?

You'd finally bribed her and Frank Jr with promises of pancakes come morning if they wouldn't give their mom too hard of a time. You felt bad because you hadn't been able to stay over as much as you normally would during a deployment but the station house was a paramedic down so that meant you had to pick up a few more shifts. 

A new girl had been hired and fit in beautifully with the existing team so that meant your schedule could go back to normal. You'd missed Alice as your partner full time and you missed spending as much time with Maria as the kids. 

"Night aunt Y/N!" She called down the stairs and you could hear Maria rounding her up for a reading of "One batch, two batch" so you decided to clean up the kitchen.

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You had just finished putting away the last of the dishes when you heard Maria's quiet footsteps coming down the stairs and turned towards her with a smile "Munchkins sleeping?" She nodded "They were both so wound up from the thought of getting to spend an entire weekend with aunt Y/N" 

You grinned and did a mock curtsy "I apologize ma'am" she rolled her eyes at your actions "Grab the wine out the fridge I'll get the glasses" 

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Later the two of you were curled up on the couch watching a movie and you noticed she kept glancing your way so you finally paused the movie and turned to face her pulling your feet up underneath you "Yes Mrs Castle is there something you'd like to share with the class?" 

She shrugged then said "Communication should be back up for the guys soon" you knew her well enough to know her fishing for something tone but chose to let her wade deeper into whatever she was getting at. "Yea. They've been radio silent for two weeks. I wanna make sure Frank's in one piece. If he gets hurt i may just kill him myself" 

"What about Billy?" She asked eyeing you over the brim of her wine glass and you knew what she was getting at. You'd been side stepping it since Hunter had asked you out a few weeks before. He was cute and sweet. A bit of a goofball at times but it was nice. He was genuinely a good guy but you just couldn't see yourself with him. Why? Oh because you were hung up on Billy and the feelings you had unintentionally developed for him.

"Yea I want him to come home in one piece too" you finally admitted and she grinned "Are you two ever gonna realize that you've practically been a couple for nearly a year now without all the fun stuff?" "Ria!!" You nearly hollered then caught yourself remembering the kids were asleep. 

She locked her gaze on you and it was everything you could do to not squirm. "I've known you for many many years Y/N. I've seen you happy, I've seen you sad, I've seen you pissed. The way you look at Billy, how comfortable you are around him hell it even transcends how you are with Frank and Curt and those two consider you a little sister. All I'm saying is that it's apparent he makes you happy and that you make him happy. I can tell and more importantly he talks to Frank or rambles as Frank put it. You two need to take that leap. I think it could be worth the risk"

"And if it's not?" You asked in a quiet voice so she pulled your head over on her shoulder "Then I'll make good on my initial threat to him concerning you" and that mental image alone was enough to make a small laugh escape your lips.

You tried to push Maria's words out your head as you filled the next two days with her and the kids but when Sunday night and you were back in your apartment getting ready for work the following day all your nerves managed to hit at once. 

You were checking over your med bag when the chime starting going off from your laptop alerting you to a video chat request coming through. You sat your bag down next to your dresser and slowly walked over to your bed as if you were approaching a wild animal more than a dell. 

You smiled when you saw Billy's face and self consciously ran a hand through your hair even as you hit the button to accept. A moment later the screen gave way to an image of him smiling back at you "Y/N you're a sight for sore eyes" you bit your cheek to keep the blush from spreading across your face and mentally kicked Maria for getting under your skin before saying "I see you're still in one piece. That's very good news. I assume Frank is too?" 

He grinned "Yes ma'am. Here's across the room talking to Maria and the kids. How are you? Anything new?" "I know now two new disney songs thanks to Lisa and I delivered a baby the same night I talked to you last" you replied with a smile sliding up further on the bed to get comfortable before pulling the computer into your lap.

"Anything else?" He asked with a tilt of his head those dark eyes making you lose any train of thought you may have had. "Um nothing notable" you answered after a moment hoping he hadn't noticed you simply staring at him. Jesus Maria and Alice in your ear had really messed with your head. You'd seen him practically naked due to bad communication of shower times at the cabin before and didn't stare this much ok maybe you did but he hadn't noticed and hell who could blame you? 

"Alice still on you about being single? Cause i hear one of the firemen at your station house asked you out?" He said it like he was asking you what the weather was like but you didn't miss the slight tick in his jaw when he spoke so you decided to test of Maria's theory. If she was right that would be wonderful and if she was wrong well rejection would hurt less with so much distance and another five months between you.

"Oh yeah Hunter asked me out a couple weeks ago. You remember him right he's the truck lieutenant on rescue squad" you tentatively said and could see his jaw clench more. Fighting to keep yourself calm at the proposition of Maria being right you continued "He's a pretty chill guy to work with. He's always so sweet to anyone during calls and he even helps restock the rig if we need anything from the supply closet while we're counting down plus I mean he's not exactly ugly" it was true Hunter was an attractive guy.

You felt your heart jump when Billy cut you off by saying "Well shit if good ol Hunter is so amazing why aren't you off with him instead of wasting time talking to me?" You could see he was about to go into a full blown rant so before he could you confessed "because I'd pick you over any man in New York City any day of the week Russo"

He paused, a smile slowly working it's way onto his face "What'd you say?" "I'd pick talking to you over being with any other man in New York City" you repeated chewing your bottom lip from nerves.

"So I take it you didn't say yes when he asked you out?" He pushed and you shook your head "Told him no. He's a good guy but he's not my type. He was understanding about it" 

You wanted to cry from just how exposed you felt. You were putting a years long friendship on the line not to mention your heart. "Well what is your type then?" You swallowed hard when he asked but figured it was now or never. "Well someone who's brave, who doesn't mind fighting for what he believes in. Handsome and knows it, a bit cocky about his looks at times but still a sweetheart deep down. Someone who would hold me for hours after a bad call and make sure I wasn't alone even if I insisted I was ok" 

Your gaze fell to your hands as you felt a blush warm your cheeks. Several seconds passed during which you wanted to find a hole to climb into before he spoke again "Sounds like you've got a pretty solid idea of who you want" you nodded still not looking at the screen until he added "Well I'm sure you'd be interested to know I've already met who I want to be with too"

Your eyes flew up to the screen and your heart felt like it was on the verge of either exploding or crumbling and which one rested solely on the next words to come out his mouth "Tell me about her?" You asked quietly and he smiled softly "She's beautiful god the first day I met her she knocked the wind out of me with just how gorgeous she looked in shorts and an old t-shirt. She's braver than some of the men I serve with hell you gotta be running head first into situations like she does to try to help people. She jumped in feet first to be a surrogate parent to Frankie's kids when he can't be there. She backs those she loves with everything she has and would go through hell for anyone she considers family. Not to mention she is fucking adorable when she falls asleep leaning over on me"

You were fighting back tears of relief by that point. For so long you dreamed of Billy saying those things, of him wanting to be with you and now here he was saying it "Did she finally figure out how I feel?" He asked after a moment and you nodded "Yea she did" "So does that mean we're gonna give this a try? I've never really been a relationship type of guy but Y/N sweetheart I wanna be for you if you'll have me" you almost laughed at the honest look of uncertainty on Billy's face. You'd never really seen it on him before.

"Yea Billy I want you. I've wanted you for so long I just didn't want to fuck up the friendship we have" it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest just saying those words. "Why have we both waited this long to tell each other?" He asked with a broad smile.

"Cause you're both idiots" Frank answered walking up behind Billy and giving him a playful shove then winked at the laptop "Y/N good to see you kid" "Hey Frank. You doing good?" You responded wiping your hand down your face. "Yea I'm good. I talked to Maria and the kids so I'm great. Tell me one thing though did you and Bill get on the same page cause I'm tired of watching a grown man pining over someone. It's kind of pathetic but pretty funny when it comes down to it"

For only like the third time since you met him you saw a blush spread across Billy's face before he said "Ok Frankie your time is up. Go call Curt and annoy him" then shoved him out of view of the screen. You tried and failed to stifle a laugh "Wait I want Frank back! I wanna hear about you pining over me. Come on Billy if you're gonna be with me the least you can do is give me a confidence boost" you teased.

He rolled his eyes then met your gaze with a look that made your stomach flip with unspoken promises "Oh sweetheart I'll do anything you want once I'm home but yes for your peace of mind I was a bit bitchy thinking about you with that damn fireman" 

"Hunter" you supplied the name and he wrinkled up his nose like he smelled something foul "Yea him. But now I know you feel the same way about me. Hell for the first time I've got someone to come home to" "On one condition" you added and saw a look of confusion go through his eyes "which is?" "I get a kiss the moment you get to my side" you answered and the look you got in response was enough to make you bite your bottom lip but not from nerves this time "Where do you want that kiss?" He asked and you had to swallow hard for a moan to not escape you. "Billy Russo. You're supposed to wine and dine me before you try to seduce me"

He shrugged "I've still got a few months before that so why not get a head start on the seducing part" you shook your head but couldn't keep the smile off your face. Billy really did want you and now it was just the wait to get him home.

Tags @intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo au #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

[blueeyedheizer]

1.6k celebration - blurb event

rules

you can send up to two prompts

the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)

please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭

characters:

-matt, matthew connellly

-michael gray, j cody

-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four

-cassie howard, pippa

-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)

(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))

prompts:

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"

#2 "This is a one time thing”

#3 “bend over the desk”

#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine."

#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. 

#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

#8 "i'll never forget you."

#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."

#10 “i want to taste you”

#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”

#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

#13 “touch me and you lose”

#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”

#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."

#21 "I love you."

#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”

#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."

#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

#28 “You're so beautiful.”

#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”

#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."

#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.

#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

#35 "did you fake it?"

#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.

#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"

#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."

#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”

#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"

#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"

#49 "Spread your legs."

#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)

#michael gray x reader #cassie howard x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #michael gray fanfic #cassie howard x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #euphoria x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x reader #four/billy x reader #frank mccullen x reader #seb jacobs x reader #pippa x reader #sydney sweeney x reader #cassie howard smut #michael gray smut

[histronic-gizmo]

I made this post a while ago, but I changed my mind about creating reviews for all the episodes. This one is completed so thought I'd share it

S1E1 - Pilot

Got all set up for a marathon tonight! Small bowl of takis, a coke, a caprisun, and lights dimmed. Let's fucking go!

I'm gonna do this by reviewing directly after the pre credit scene then do the rest of my thoughts on the episode afterwards.

OKAY, so, the pilot's opening!! I love this scene. I still remember the first time I watched this episode, it was the first thing I ever saw of Rick and Morty. That's a wild ass introduction to a show lmao. The first thing you hear is *RAPIDLY APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS* and then a drunk old man drags a teen boy out of his bed and into a ship made of garbage, I can't-

The way Morty kicks Rick in the face is so funny too. And Rick just straight up lying and passing out after he grabs his flask? 10/10. My jaw was on the floor the first time I watched it. I had to pause it on the opening titles and lay down and ask myself what I was getting myself into lolol

"Or you were out all night again with Grandpa Rick", IT SOUNDS SEXUAL, WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT I WAS LIKE "AS IN SLEEPING WITH HIM ALL NIGHT???"

And Rick's quote about sleeping and school? Definitely relate. Not in highschool anymore but it was only 2 years ago and it haunts my nightmares fr plus college is hard af

"Dammit!" "JERRY" "Beth D:" instantly knew their dynamic with three words

Love the immediate introduction to Rick's cynicism with his "There is no god" comment, this ep really set it all down. Which makes sense, it's what pilots do lol

Morty's "rename them...?" comment is underrated by the way, gets me everytime

Also, the amount of trauma Frank Palicky smashing to pieces must've caused Summer :skull:

I love the type of humor thats the scene with Morty and Frank. It's a bit cheesy and some media overuses it, but I fucking love it!

Poor Morty, always getting manhandled by his grandfather. I'm sure he likes it though :smirk:

My heart flutters when Rick saves Morty from, you know, almost getting stabbed. He acts like he did nothing, but I'm sure deep down he got pissed, why else would he just leave the guy frozen? He was maaaaad!!

He totally bumped into Frank on purpose. Look at him, already being possessive over his 14 year old grandson. GRRRR unstable old men, I love them

Here comes my favorite quote from the entire show:

"Oh man, Rick, I'm looking around and I'm starting to work up some anxiety about this whole thing."

LITERALLY ME ON A DAILY BASIS, ITS CONCERNING

And Rick saying that the way you handle new situations is to charge into them like a bull? Manic episode me fr, also just me generally being reckless

*shoves morty into the danger*

I adore Rick's mad scientist vibes in this early season 1!! Makes me pleased, I love mad scientist and jaded genius Rick equally fr

I wonder a lot about Rick going into a "future dimension". He said he was there for a while, when he was there for 30 seconds on the screen. Does time move faster in there or something? Cause otherwise, wouldn't he have come back instantly? Hmmm

POV: ur grandfather asked you to put too large seed up your ass for him

The 'airport' scene is AMAZING ofc, we get out very first "Don't think about it!" in the series >:]

Morty getting traumatized everyday :skull:

Now come on Morty, we have to get those seed out of your ass >:[

Rick is forever albert ein-douche to me, Jerry is an amazing angry father / improviser. I'd kiss him. Wait, am I attracted to Jerry? I think I'm just attracted to all the main characters in this show :skull:

Overall rating:

9/10

I rate it only 9 because I've watched it too many times to introduce it to my friends so it's hard for me to watch cus I overused it :pensive:

#gizmo rnm reviews #rick and morty #rickorty

[bitchpleasebitchthankyou]

Miss Manners on: Wasted Champagne

Q: On New Year's Eve, we took my elderly mother and a friend to a fairly upscale Italian restaurant. My mother and the friend each ordered a glass of red wine. The server, who knows us as regulars, confirmed with my husband that he wanted "the usual coffee for the driver." When it was my turn, he asked if I wanted my usual red wine. Instead, I asked about Champagne -- “by the glass, as I am the only person here tonight who likes Champagne.” He said they had nothing by the glass, but they had several types of small bottles, splits and single-serve bottles. I asked a couple of questions (sweet or brut?) and ordered the one that sounded best -- a split of no more than two glasses. When he brought the split, he brought three glasses and divided the Champagne into three partial servings. So my mom and the friend were each served both the red wine they’d ordered AND a glass of what I’d ordered for myself. I let it go, as it wasn’t that big a deal and I really couldn’t think of a good way to say, “Hey, wait -- that’s MY Champagne.” They enjoyed the red wine, but neither touched the Champagne. Not only did I not get a full glass for myself, the other two partial servings went to waste. Was this just a goof by the waiter, or is it a rule that any time a bottle of Champagne is ordered, no matter how small, it is expected to be shared with the whole table? This was a very early dinner, so no midnight toast was in the offing.

Miss Manners says: Still, it was New Year’s Eve, good fellowship, and all that. Miss Manners wonders why, in that spirit, you did not say, “If you’re not going to drink that, may I have it?” You could have started with your mother, and her friend would have been sure to say, “Here, I haven’t touched this, either.” Some wisdom to guide you through the new year: It is all right to ask for what you reasonably want as long as you do it politely. And for that waiter: Listen to the customers.

Your Head Bitch says: Yes, the moment to speak up would have been when he put down three glasses -- 'Oh, I'm sorry for the confusion, I was ordering the champagne just for myself. Unless you wanted some, mom and Carla?' That would give them the opportunity to say they were not interested from the off and save you all a lot of trouble. Being polite does not mean you can never speak up for yourself or correct a miss-assumption. It just means you have to do it gently. Once the three glasses were poured I concur with Miss M -- since you were among family and close friends it's no problem to just say 'Were you going to drink that, mom? If not, I'd happily take it' and I think lovely Carla would have happily offered hers up at that point as well. So, yes, the waiter definitely could have listened to you better, but to be frank, you could have cut the whole thing off at the pass as well. Live and learn, and happy new year!

Here's to you, besties. Love and luck to you all in 2024.

[nicklangfordmuse]

[ surprise kiss ]  for  your  muse  to  kiss  my  muse  out  of  no  where

Nick had to accept the fact that his part in Katrina's life now is back to just being her dad's partner at work. He was carefully welcomed back into town and for the sake of his sanity, everyone's trying to help him get back some normalcy to the life he used to have. Even if Katrina's engaged, she and her partner agreed to let Nick into their lives. After all, Katrina felt responsible for what happened to Nick. He saved her at the bank and while he did it because he loved her, she still feels like she owes her life to him. It took days of arguing with Aaron until he finally agreed to this new set up.

Nick found a new apartment, unfortunately, on the same street as Katrina's place. It was the only option for him near the station. Frank had offered to let him stay at his house but Nick knew it was more inevitable to see Katrina if he stayed there. He never stopped loving Katrina all those years, thinking when he comes back, she would still want to be with him. Now that he's certain she's moved on, he's ready to do the same.

One night, he received an unexpected text from Katrina. It was out of the blue and he didn't even know Katrina had his number. Thankfully, she introduced herself.

"Hey, Nick. It's Katrina. I got your number from my dad. My dad told me you live nearby and I was wondering if you're home."

His body quickly rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was reading the text correctly. Seeing the message was real, Nick got curious. This is the first time that she's willingly approaching him in nearly five plus years. Is there something wrong? "Yeah. I'm home, Kat. Are you okay?" He asked, sending the text as he impatiently waited for a response. It was late but his mind's definitely awake now. Nick started pacing around the room, feeling like the seconds are passing by like minutes. It took a while before he got a response so when he heard his phone buzz again, he ran for it and opened the message like a teenage lover boy waiting for his high school crush's message.

"I'm good. I just need a little help. Aaron's out of town and my dad's still on duty. He told me to send you a text since you live nearby. Sorry for the disturbance. I know it's late." She replied and Nick felt hesitation as well as carefulness in her response, probably why she's taking minutes before she hits send.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. What do you need? I'm up and having coffee anyway." He replied, which was clearly a lie since he was trying to sleep already. Minutes passed by again before he got another response from her.

"The power went out in my house and the breaker needs to be restarted. I'd do it but I'm not sure about the switch. Aaron usually does this stuff."

Nick read the message carefully, feeling a big gulp in his throat. If her fiance is out of town and she needs help, that means she wants him to come over. But clearly, she just needs help and this doesn't mean anything else. "I can restart the breaker for you. Do you need me to go now?" He asked, trying to be respectful of her personal space.

"Yes, please. It's getting uncomfortable in this summer heat. Penny and Sammy Grace can't take it." She replied, which she immediately regret, feeling like she said too much. She was practicing the cold shoulder but the warmth she usually has for Nick showed.

Surprised, Nick felt a grin on his face. The first and last time he went to Katrina's house, he didn't know Penny and Sammy Grace were still with her. To him, it feels like she just gave him update on their 'kids'. Is this what divorced parents feel? "I'll be there in two minutes." He responded with a smiling emoji. It feel like decades since they've interacted with him smiling.

Nick got to her house faster than the two minutes he told her but maybe Katrina was just anxiously waiting for him that two minutes felt like two seconds. They both have different senses of time right now. She feels like time is moving so fast and he feels like time is slowing down. But the moment he stepped foot inside her home, time felt so slow to her and so fast to him.

"It's in the basement. There's a ladder down there you can use to reach the breaker." She immediately told him, leading Nick downstairs. Not even a hi or hello and Nick just followed her. This was just purely business and not a catch up. She didn't even bother looking him in the eyes as she tried to avoid that connection. The moment she sees her eyes, she was sure to be a goner.

They went down to the basement with Katrina using her phone as a flashlight. Scanning the room with her light, she tried to look for the ladder Aaron usually uses.

"Where's...where's he?" He suddenly asked and Katrina felt her shoulders tense a little. "He's...in Atlanta for the week. Business trip." She answered calmly, spotting the ladder as she went towards it and Nick followed. "Here's the ladder." She added, turning to him so he would get it. "The breaker's on the other side. I don't know why it's up there but it's already there when we got the place." She explained.

Carrying the ladder, Nick brought it closer to where the breaker is. He got the ladder ready but he has questions in his head. "What happened here? Does this happen a lot with your breaker?"

"It's an old model and we already called the company to replace it but the earliest they could schedule us is tomorrow. They told us to just restart it whenever the power shuts down. Aaron usually does this stuff." She explained and hearing the guy's name just makes his skin crawl. Nick didn't want to hear it but if he's gonna be civil around Katrina, he has to get used to it.

"That doesn't sound safe. Especially when you're home alone." Nick said as he climbed up the ladder. But somehow, he was glad that the breaker shut down because then, he wouldn't be here in her home. Her light wasn't helping since it's too far and too little so Nick used his own phone to read through the instructions on the breaker. He noticed a wire that needed immediate repair. "This looks dangerous. Do you have an electrical tape?" Nick asked and Katrina groaned lightly. She just needed him to restart the system, why is he trying to fix this?

"Just restart the thing, Nick. The company's replacing the breaker tomorrow. You don't have to do anything else." Katrina said and Nick sensed her annoyed tone but he knows stuff like this, especially since he had to do most things when he was under witness protection. "This isn't safe to wait till the morning, Katrina. I just have to close the loose wire. This could start a fire while you're asleep." He tried to explain calmly, knowing how she just needed him to leave as soon as possible. But he couldn't let her go to sleep with a possible fire-starter problem in her breaker.

Groaning to herself, she went to the table and looked for tools. Nick asked for a screwdriver and plies as well, figuring he'd check on the whole thing as well. Getting the tools, she gave him the three things he needed but with the light out, he couldn't work alone. "Uhm...could you...get up here and help me with the light? I only have two hands." Nick asked, chuckling very lightly.

Katrina knew that if she got up there, she'd be too close to him — the closest she'd be with him in years and she wasn't sure if she could take it. "Can't you see it when I do this?" Katrina asked, pointing her phone's light up to the breaker but it was too far. "It's far, unfortunately." Nick said. He feels like he was asking too much from her so Nick tried to work on the wires with little to no light.

With his silence, Katrina could tell she was struggling so the guilt took over her. He just needed her little help and she was the one who asked him to come over. Suddenly, Nick lost the light and felt the ladder's little movement, seeing Katrina was climbing up on the other side.

Nick smiled, glad that she was agreeing to give him the little help he needed to work on the breaker. "Careful." Nick murmured as she climbed up, the boyfriend in him coming out. It gave Katrina chills because she's craved for his gentle care for years and now that she got a glimpse of it, she couldn't accept it. Once she was up there, Nick naturally held her by the arm to make sure she wouldn't fall. Katrina was sure her tensed gulp was heard loud and clear. "Just...hold here and use your other hand for the light." Nick told her quietly. No one could hear them anyway but he feels like they're in their own little world. Katrina did as she was told, holding a light up to the breaker. "Like this?" She asked and with the light present, she saw that Nick was staring at her.

"Perfect." He said, mesmerized to look at her this up close. Katrina couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore as they looked at each other for a full five second before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the breaker. “Perfect. This is perfect light.” He clarified, clearing his throat again. Showing her the wire, she figured she’d understand how dangerous it was when she sees the loose wire. “This could cause a fire.” Nick told her and Katrina nodded, glad that Nick saw it immediately. “I’ll just wrap it with an electrical tape and this should be safe enough till the breaker gets replaced tomorrow.” Nick added.

They were both quiet as he worked on the breaker, opening the tiny cabinet as well to check for other loose wires. As he suspected, there were two more that needs to be wrapped in tape so Nick worked on that. Katrina then noticed how he was sweating as he worked. The idea of him possibly getting electrocuted worried her so she got the soft lace of her robe and wiped the sweat dripping from his face. Nick felt his breath hitched as his lips trembled. Looking at her, he wondered why she did that because he definitely forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Sorry.” Katrina apologized, letting out a soft scoff. “Electricity and sweat...doesn’t sound safe either.” She explained, chuckling lightly and Nick grinned at her weakly. “Uhm...thanks.” He said, finishing the last wire and closing the cabinet again. Now, it was time to restart the breaker but the moment he does this, it’s over. It would be time for him to go. Did he want to go home? Yes. Did he want to stay here a little longer too? Definitely. But he shouldn’t. After a few seconds of debating in his head, he finally restarted the system. “Just...a few seconds before I can turn it back on.” He murmured and Katrina nodded. The silence and stillness right there was making his heart beat out of his chest. Having Katrina this close, there’s usually one thing he does and his head was playing games with him. Will he or won’t he? 

Turning the breaker on again, Katrina turned the light off on her phone since there will be light again just a few seconds but once it was complete darkness, his lips connected with hers and she felt frozen in time. Her eyes closed as she felt her body being thrown back to years ago. They were both frozen in that spot but the moment the lights turned on, they both gently pulled back as reality slowly crept in. 

“I’m...I’m sorry. I...I didn’t mean to.” Nick immediately apologized and Katrina was just speechless. She didn’t know what to say but she didn’t pull back either at the first chance she could. She waited for the kiss to end and for him to pull back before she could, as if she wanted that kiss too. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” She said, pressing her lips together, trying to avoid the eye contact again. “Thanks for...the help.” She added, refusing to acknowledge what just happened. Suddenly, Nick sneezed on his sleeve, signaling a third company in the room.

“Penny, what are you doing here?” Katrina asked, going down the ladder to go to her cat. Nick smiled at the sight of the pet he missed along with Katrina, even if the cat gave him allergies. Going down the ladder, Penny was about to go to Katrina but saw another familiar face so she went to Nick instead. “Hey, Penny girl. How are you?” Nick asked, kneeling down to pet the cat. He’ll just have to take his allergy meds later when he gets home. The cat recognized her former dad figure and sweetly snuggled her face to Nick. 

“Your allergies, Nick.” Katrina reminded, not sure how to respond to this. The cat still knows who he is. She didn’t forget so what makes Katrina think she’ll ever forget Nick? “It’s fine. I missed her.” He insisted, petting the cat more who looked like she missed Nick just as much. Suddenly, he remembered someone else. “Is...Sammy Grace here too?” Nick asked subtly, even though she already told him via text earlier that both their pets are still with her. “She’s in my room. Sleeping, supposedly.” Katrina said, blocking the idea of him seeing their other pet. They’re not here to catch up. She just needed his help and now that he’s done his part (and even got an unexpected kiss which she refuses to acknowledge), it was time to say goodbye.

Nick sensed it, that she needed him out of the house already since this is her safe haven, a place that she shares with her fiance. Pressing his lips together, Nick nodded as he got up. “I’ll get going. I’m sorry again for wha—”

“Thanks, Nick. For fixing the breaker.” Katrina cut him off before he could bring up the kiss again. “I’ll show you to the door.” Katrina said, calling Penny to follow her upstairs. Letting a breath, Nick just kept his mouth shut and followed Katrina to the front door. “Thanks again. Have a good night.” Katrina said, avoiding his gaze before she falls trap into it again. 

“Goodnight, Kat.” Nick said, giving her a nod as he walks out of the house. Katrina closed the door and leaned her back to it. She regrets what happened down in the basement but she hates it more how much she missed his lips. Slowly, she dropped to the ground and felt her eyes water, feeling guilty and angry at herself for allowing the kiss to happen.

Nick walked by the quiet neighborhood, still thinking about the kiss. He missed her lips so much and her entire being but as much as he loved getting to kiss her again, he wished it happened on a different circumstance, where he’s the fiance and not the estranged ex-boyfriend.

#verse: cops au #idk why but i love this au version a lot

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Stitches // 3

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: There are some things that you could never escape from.

Warnings: mentions of gun violence

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

Fret not young padawans part 4 is in the works 😌

MASTERLIST

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Sweetheart,

By the time you're reading this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for leaving you, again, I guess that's just who I am. I show up and leave just as quickly. After everything that went down here in New York I can't stay with you because you deserve better than me.

You deserve someone who would make you breakfast in bed, take you out on the town every once in a while. Someone who cherrishes that big, beautiful heart of yours, who is able to scream that he loves you from the top of the fucking Statue of Liberty. You deserve so much more than what I can give you.

I'm a plague Y/N, I destroy beautiful things. It's not like I want too but it's a part of who I am. I couldn't allow you to risk your life to be with me. I love you, you know I do but our time has come to an end.

You're probably thinking that I'm a fucking asshole and you're right. I am an asshole for ending things like a coward but I couldn't do this face to face or else I would've changed my mind about leaving.

I let you down more times that I could count for one lifetime and I'm so sorry. My words probably mean jackshit to you right now but it's the truth, I am sorry.

Do me a favour, stay safe and watch your back for me please.

Take care sweetheart.

~ Frank

My fingers traced the old ink from the letter Frank left me a little over a year ago. Reading it again didn't hurt any less than the many other times that I did.

After he had finished whatever he had come here to do he did keep part of his promise, he showed up in my apartment just like the time when he needed me to stitch him up. Things were going good two months in, well, I thought they were but he still left.

This time hurt way more, instead of growing a pair of balls and break things off with me face to face, he left me a letter. This just increased my hatred for him, he messed me up pretty badly. For weeks I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep in my bed, hell I could barely breathe because everything smelled like him in my home.

I remember the days where I'd never drink much, when I thought that there was more to life than spending the long nights at the bottom of a liquor bottle but here I am, a year later still affected by his absence.

I'm pathetic, I fell for the one man that I wasn't supposed to and where did that get me? Nowhere fucking good in life.

"Hey Y/N, someone's here to see you." Karen stuck her head into my office, acknowledging her. I shoved the letter back into my handbag before going out the door. A curly haired brunette with a badge on her hip smiled over at me, agent Madani.

"Agent Madani, what brings you here?"

The last time I saw this woman was during all the crap that went down when Castle was doing what he had to do and now she's back which can only mean one thing.

He's back in the city.

For the love of God, I just want a break.

"I need you to come with me, I could use your help with something." Foggy and Matt emerged from the neighbouring office most likely wondering what Homeland Security wants with me.

"I can't, I'm at work." I was about to return to my stack of files but she had other plans.

"Look, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. You remember Pete Castiglione, he could use some encouragement to start talking." my fists were balled up tightly at my sides, knuckles most likely white. I do not want to go, I do not want to see him but I know she'd most likely drag me out of here in cuffs.

"Fine, I don't know how long this is going to take so I'll see you guys tomorrow." collecting my bag and cellphone from my office I turned off the lights before following the woman who is responsible for the drunk state I'm about to be in after this.

Damn you Frank.

The towering buildings blurred as we drove past them, the car ride has been quiet so far, it better stay that way because I'm pissed off.

"Thank you for coming, I didn't know what else to do."

"Let me guess, you pulled him out of whatever hole he was in to come handle the Billy situation so you wouldn't have to be the one to pull the trigger yourself." she trained her focus on the road ahead, not saying a word because I was right.

"You really are something else Madani, you know that?"

"He was Billy's friend okay, he knows him better than anyone so he might know where and how we can find him but he's not talking to me about anything."

"Have you forgotten the way he operates, alone, that's his specialty. He doesn't let anyone know anything unless he doesn't have a choice, so my guess is he probably has already found some way to get intel on Billy's whereabouts." she took a right, taking us down to the parking garage of an apartment complex.

"Look I get that you're not happy to be here but please, you're my only hope here." rolling my eyes I got out of the vehicle, she immediately followed suit leading the way.

One long elevator ride later and a couple doors down the corridor she jabbed the key into the lock, here goes nothing.

"You suck at this you know."

Frank and a girl were sitting at the breakfast bar playing a card game, neither of them looking up yet.

"You're back early Madani."

"Not really, I brought company though." he did a double take once his eyes landed on me, there goes my heartbeat again, racing like I've just ran a marathon.

How the hell did he get much sexier since the last time I saw him? His hairstyle suited him, his faded sweatshirt failed at concealing his well built physique.

Stop these thoughts right now Y/N!

"Are you insane Madani? Are you trying to upset me?" his jaw clenched repeatedly as he spoke to the other woman in the room.

"Good to see you too, asshole." I placed my bag on the counter and moved to sit on the couch. The more distance that I put between us is best for him as I'm one wrong word away from breaking his nose.

"I wouldn't have gone to her if I wasn't sure she'd get you to share whatever info you got on Billy." the couch dipped beside me beneath the blonde's weight.

"He's really outnumbered with the oestrogen surrounding him now huh."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Amy, you? No wait, let me guess, you're Y/N.” Quirking my eyebrow I just stared at her as she spoke more.

"He mentioned you a couple times-"

"Kid, bedroom, now. Don't make me tell you again." defiantly she remained seated and from the dragging of the chair on the floor I could tell he was now on his feet, her eyes opened wider.

"Go on Amy, we can talk later." I watched as she all but ran into the room and locked herself behind the door. He was pissed off I was dragged into the middle of whatever the fuck this is and I don't want to see her get roughed up by him.

"You really have a way with women." I fixed myself on the couch so I could look back at the two without straining my neck. Madani was already at the door ready to leave, like hell she was.

"Where are you going, you said you needed him to talk, don't you want to stay to hear what he has to say?" I don't trust myself to be alone with him again but she didn't seem to catch onto that as she left without another word.

"Fucking fantastic."

Our eyes locked briefly and I could already feel my resolve start to chip away one small piece at a time. I should've stayed at work, I'd rather be listening to Foggy go on about his concerns about Matt's nighttime vigilantism.

"Hey."

"Is this going to keep being a thing? You show up to New York, get into trouble, I somehow get dragged into it all and then you leave, because if it is, I'd rather shoot myself, it'd hurt fucking less." he took two steps forward and I stopped him in his tracks. Hurt and guilt washed over him.

"Sweetheart I-"

"Shut up, you don't get to call me that, not now, not ever." rage coursed through my veins as I got off the couch, I am so sick of hearing the lies that he spews from his mouth.

"Let's get one thing straight Marine, I'm not here to take a walk down memory lane, I've had enough trips there in the past year. I'm only here to help Madani get whatever she wants from you, understand?" his eyes got red and he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at me.

"Loud and clear ma'am."

"What do you have so far on Billy?"

"From his notebook Madani swiped from his hospital room I could tell that he took my final words to heart while I bashed his face against the glass and dragged it on the shards." he brushed past me, dropping himself on the couch

Get away from him Y/N

"That's all?"

"Yeah."

"Bullshit." heading over to the fridge I managed to get away before he could take a hold of my hand.

"You know what's bullshit, this! What are we doing here Y/N?"

"You can't seem to walk away from this part of you the same way you walk away from everything else." cracking the seal to the water bottle I took large gulps wishing that it was alcohol instead.

"A year Frank, it's been a long ass year since you hauled ass around the country leaving me with a fucking letter!" screw this, crossing the floor I now stood in front of him, I wanted him to look me in the eyes now.

"What do you have to say for that huh? You promised me something and then decided to break it with no regard for my feelings."

"I left because it was the right thing to do Y/N, I couldn't be around you. I knew that sooner or later somebody would be knocking on your door looking for me." frustrated he stood tall, rounding the coffee table to get to me

"Yes I should've ended things differently between us but I couldn't. I couldn't look you in the eyes and break my promise to you. I love you too much to do that, plus I had already overstayed my welcome in the city."

"What?"

"After everything that went down, the CIA and Homeland gave me a chance to start a new life. They wiped all traces of me from all the databases, gave me new documents, some cash and told me to get the hell out of here or else they would charge you with aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive. They threatened you Y/N."

Of course they did

"I couldn't watch them tear down everything you've worked so hard for, so I left. If you want to be angry at me, go right ahead but I walked away to protect you."

"Must have been easy for you."

"Easy for me? It pained me to leave you, writing that fucking letter I cried, hell I cried a whole damn lot to fall asleep and when all the tears dried up I found myself drinking to numb the pain. So you tell me, does that sound easy to you?" his voice broke at the end, he wasn't going to hold up much longer and neither was I. My vision was blurred as I fought to swallow the lump in my throat. He took a couple steps closer to me running his open palms up and down the length of my upper arm.

His touch was my final straw, the tears flowed freely. I hated crying, I hated that he makes me feel like this. I tried to break free from him but he only held on tighter. All my senses were overloaded with him, his presence, his touch, his forehead pressing against mine, his scent, his breath fanning against my skin.

"You broke me."

"I broke us sweetheart." cupping my cheek he pressed his lips against my temple and I wrapped my arms around him, crying into his chest.

God, I missed him

"I love you Y/N, I never stopped." using his index finger he tilted my head back, his tears were also flowing down his face. Despite them being red from the tears I saw that he was sincere, he really meant every word he said.

"You're a pain in my ass Castle and yet still I love you." he didn't hesitate to kiss me, the taste of his lips melting away the rest of my reservations. We finally reconnected after so long, both of us getting completely lost in one another; so wrapped in each other we hadn't heard the bedroom door open.

"You guys want the place to yourselves?" Frank and I laughed as we broke apart, Amy stood in the doorway with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Yes!"

"No, he's not getting lucky in that department anytime soon." the door shut behind her as she returned into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, how long is anytime soon?" his hands travelled from my waist to the globes of my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

"As long as I feel Castle."

"We'll see about that sweetheart."

"I'm sure we will but for now let's focus on the reason you're back in New York." completely detaching myself from him I sat on the couch, he followed suit draping my exposed legs over his lap.

"Why are you lying to Madani?"

"She wants me to help her find him to bring him in for good ol' justice." he massaged my calves as he spoke.

"If I had just put a bullet in his head none of this would've been happening." I gently rubbed the back of my hand soothingly against his cheek.

"Which brings me to my next question, why didn't you? He shot Madani in the head, you got shot in the leg, you found out he played a part in the most traumatizing experiences in your life. So why did you let him off the hook?"

"Because he begged me to kill him and death was too easy, I wanted him to suffer for everything he'd done."

"So the next time you see him you're pulling the trigger."

"Damn right I am but Madani, she won't allow that."

Her holier than thou act would surely get her killed if she doesn't play her cards right. I mean, she was already on the brink of death with the bullet Billy put into her skull.

"What are we going to do?" his head snapped in my direction

"There's no we in this, she risked your life by bringing you here, I don't want you anywhere near this. Especially since there's someone that's after the kid and I as well."

"What did you get yourself into, Frank?"

"I was at a bar one night, saw a team of assassins going after her and I saved her from meeting her maker while taking a shot to the ass. Went to a motel out of town, they tracked us there, you know who came out, made a huge mess of things, cops showed up, we got arrested. Then the man after us came an-"

"You got shot, in the ass.'' The laugh that I let out would have woken up anyone that was sleeping next door. Frank did not find the situation amusing, his features stone cold.

"It ain't funny."

"It is! Okay, okay, continue."

"The station got shot up, I then convinced them to let me go after the bastards and that's when Madani showed up to bring us here; after all of that, I still don’t know the full story behind it." I couldn’t hold in my laugh as the picture of him taking one to the ass crossed my mind again.

“Keep laughing sweetheart.” he eased me down on the couch and fit himself between my legs, lips attacking my neck with kisses. Taking my left hand he guided it below the waistband of his jeans and boxers.

“This hurts like hell.” my fingertips gently traced the poorly stitched wound that now decorated his once unblemished ass.

“That’s definitely leaving a scar.”

“I didn’t have you to stitch me up nice.”

“It’s nothing you can’t handle.” my fingers found their way into his hair, holding him closer to me.

“You know what I can’t handle?”

“What?”

“Lying here with you with so many clothes on.”

“This is why I offered the bedroom, no sex on the couch people.” his body shook violently against mine, his laugh taking over his entire body as the door slammed shut yet again.

I forgot what his genuine laugh sounded like since I haven’t heard it in so long. It’s nice and carefree. The corners of his eyes crinkled, a toothy smile now sat on his face. I loved seeing him like this, so happy and forgetting about the bad that’s outside whenever it was just us two.

Frank and I

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[short-skirt-longjackett]

Hello! Ik you might be busy with writing other stuff so you can get to this whenever you want but I was wondering if I could request a trans!reader x Dwayne, maybe like they were friends as kids and y/n eventually came out to Dwayne and the Hoovers- maybe a little conflict with Richard being his usual Richard-y self or something and saying something kinda outta pocket or mjsgendering y/n. Can be masc, fem, or androgynous!! Also both hc style writing or just like usual story is fine, I'm sure I'd enjoy either <3 sorry this is long have a great day!! (Also sorry if this kind if a strange request lolz)

(Yay my first dwyane request thank you anon!!! i love this request :,) )

-Dwayne Hoover x gn!reader

-warnings: transphobic talk from Richard

Growing up Dwayne was and still is your best friend :)

You two are attached to the hip and that's how you like to keep it

Growing up you guys always had play dates, the same classes, and going to each other's houses for dinner

You families knew each other well and loved seeing you two together, they kinda suspected you guys liked each other and who knew they'd be right

When you start dating it was still the same as before, but now loving gazes and small pecks on the cheek were added

Y'all loved it that way

But you feel... away from yourself. When trying on clothes, you didn't feel feminine or masculine enough. You didn't like how it made you feel.

You couldn't pinpoint but you didn't like yourself and then you start to feel off or upset when someone would refer to you as she/he...

You didn't some deep diving and self-exploring to figure out you are nonbinary and go by they/them pronouns

Then it came to tell Dwayne...you were so nervous and couldn't help but cry when telling him. You didn't want him to break up with you or think you're weird

Though at this time it was 4 months into his vow of silence, he had to be there for you, he gave you a tight hug "Listen, I don't care what you identify as. I don't mean that in a mean way but in a way that I fell for you because of your personality and you being you. You're still funny, smart, caring, and perfect to me..." he whispered into your ear.

You smiled, you haven't heard his voice in so long, but this was nice, but you wouldn't tell anyone he talked

If you have a preferred name, he will use it!

Though he won't speak he'll correct everyone that misgenders you or uses your wrong name

After the whole Little Miss Sunshine incident, Dwayne came home talking! This was such a nice surprise but his dreams of being a pilot were crushed...But you guys talked about everything that happened on the trip.

But this is the first family dinner back and without their grandfather...but everyone seemed changed, but one person really hasn't

“So what did you get up to when we were gone Y/n?” Sheryl asked you, helping Olive get her salad ready. “Oh nothing much, just kinda waited for you guys to get back.” you said, eating your food.

“That was quite the adventure wasn’t everyone?” Frank asked, laughing a bit afterwards. “What’s your name again...Y/n right? Could you pass me salad bowl?” Frank asks you and you nodded, handing the bowl to him.

“You know Y/n..I remember seeing pictures of you when you were younger and you always looked so cute dressed in dresses/overalls….What made you change that huh?” Richard asked looking at you.

No words could come out your mouth and you couldn’t bare to look at Richard. Why would he say that?

“Richard, stop it.” Sheryl looked at him with a look of disapproval.

“What it’s a simple question? Before all this they they crap it was normal she/he!” he exclaimed, this was the final straw.

The tears in your eyes fell, you sniffled as you said, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” getting up out of your seat as quickly as you could and walked to the bathroom, trying not to slam the door.

This was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Dwayne, “Don’t you ever say that again asshole! Just shut the hell up!” Dwayne yelled, getting out of his seat and making his way toward you.

You cried into your hands, why was he saying this shit to you?! Why now?! You then heard knocking on the door.

“Y/n…open the door, it’s me..” Dwayne’s voice said. You opened the door and he pulled you into a hug immediately.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t know why he did that but i yelled at him for you..” Dwayne mumbled, caressing your back as you cried. He didn’t know what it mean to be misgendered but he could only hear the pain in your voice as you cried.

“Just know I care about for who you are know, not who you were before…I love you Y/n..” he kissed your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, Dwayne didn’t say those three words often cause he showed his affection in other ways but when he did say it he meant it.

“I love you Dwayne…you’re amazing you know that?” you asked, kissing his cheek. He shook his head as he smiled.

Dwayne wanted to protect you, always and forever.

#danonation #paul dano #dwayne hoover x reader #dwayne hoover #little miss sunshine #dwayne hoover x gn!reader

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

I'm sorry you probably get alot of requests, so please take your time and if you don't feel comfortable doing this that is 100% ok, I was wondering if you could do Father Frank x Painter daughter reader headcanons? Or one-shot, or whatever you want to do, but once again if you don't want to do this, you do not need to and I'm very sorry for bothering you

Why I can never catch you

smile | Frank Castle

reader: female | daughter reader

type: one shot

warnings: vauge mention of readers bad past

notes: we love all ask here, even if they take me years to get to, don't feel bad about requesting

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Y/n sighed, looking at the lousy sketches in front of her. Groaning she sent her head into the desk.

"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid..." She grumbled into the papers, "fuckin portraits...fuckin landscapes...fuckin...art..."

"That bad."

Y/n looked up seeing MJ beside her, "mhm." Y/n answered.

"Shame seems like a you problem," MJ spoke doing her own little thing in her sketch book, she at least getting ideas down for the portrait for the art show: though MJ would never actually enter this was Y/n's big break: this was the college ticket.

"ugh...." Y/n groaned, "I need inspiration, it doesn't have to be completely new but still..."

"Do one of those superheroes," MJ told, "Or I don't know redo one of your old pieces."

Y/n shrugged, "That's too unoriginal." Y/n protested.

MJ shrugged, leaving Y/n to her own devices of struggling. By the end of the class she had a few scratchy sketches down, some people she saw on the daily. She tossed her sketchbook down on her history desk, opening it back up to scribble.

"Hey! Is that the Punisher!?"

Y/n turned her body to see Flash, he snatched the book from her, "Hey!" She complained about getting put but he had already ran across the classroom, flipping through the pages.

"What do you got a crush on the guy?" Flash protested.

"Ew! No! Give me the damn book Flash!"

"Ooo! She's pretty! She's a blonde right? I bet she's a blonde! Sweet I was right!"

He was most likely talking about Karen Paige, who ironically had her own page in the sketchbook, a few sketches, and a few finished painted pieces, nothing huge.

"Is this one your boyfriend? I bet this one's your boyfriend- he's so old."

Y/n finally caught up with him grabbing the back of his shirt causing him to fall back as she took the book from his hands.

"For your information, Father Lantom is a nice man and your super fucking gross. Go take a shower." Y/n protested stepping over Flash and returning to her seat before the bell rang.

She zoned out most of the class, picking the next color scheme for a portrait, but it drifted away from her as she looked at it more. It not suiting her taste.

Luckily with the start of her struggles came the end of the day, she walked to her locker in a sludge, opening it lazily and stuffing useless textbooks inside, exchanging them for a much larger sketch pad. Making her way out of school. Walking down the street and turned the corner before getting in the black van with a sigh of relief.

"Rough day at school?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, "Slept threw the thirst three."

Frank shook his head, starting up the van and driving off, "Look I said I'd try and understand you more-"

"My grades haven't dropped, don't worry," Y/n spoke looking at him as he kept his eyes on the road.

"What's keeping you up and stressing you out this much?"

Y/n sighed, "Art class."

"Thought you liked finger paintin' and shit."

Y/n just gave him a "really?" look as he laughed it off, "Seriously come on. Spill it."

Y/n looked back towards the road, "Art show, meaning art gallery, meaning art walk...senior year...which means?"

"There scoppin' everybody out," Frank answered.

"Right on key." Y/n spoke, "Teacher wants me to submit a portrait piece, I don't have a subject to paint."

"Do Liberman or somethin'" Frank suggested.

"Already did him when we were stuck there for so long, made a good figure drawing when you tied him to that chair in the beginning."

"Karen?"

"Karen Paige has a full Page in my book already, she's pretty, just not sticking right," Y/n told.

"Madani, or Curt."

"Madani rather paint my blood all over the page after the shit I pulled on her," Y/n spoke, "Did Curt for another assignment."

He stopped at a light, "Well then your shit out of luck."

Y/n shrugged, "Unless."

"Unless?" Frank asked, looking over at her.

"Unless...?" Y/n spoke, shrugging towards Frank, hands coming up to gesture towards him, "I still never done you..."

"me?" Frank asked, then scoffed a laugh as the light changed color, "Nah kid I'm not..." art" material."

"But you could be, I'll make you look good." Y/n tried to persuade, but Frank shook his head as he shifted in his seat.

"And what are you gonna tell them? I got the "Punisher", who happens to be my dad, to pose for a painting?" Frank questioned.

Y/n shrugged, "Doesn't sound like the craziest thing that's happened in New York."

"It's not a good idea kid."

"Come on! When's the last time anyone come after you, no one probably remembers you by now anyway- Well- That sounded harsh, that wasn't meant to sound harsh." Y/n explained, "nothing crazy, I swear, just let me get the canvas tommrorw and I'll sketch you out how ever you want-"

"Tomorrow's Saturday," Frank spoke reffering to there usual breakfast in the morning.

"Perfect. I'll draw you at the dinner." Y/n told, "nice background."

He took a quick glance at her as he looked out for traffic, a glint of hope in her eyes as she smiled at him.

Frank on shook his head, "Alright. "

"Yes!"

Frank smiled, Y/n talking about how she'd lay out the sketch, and something about a color scheme.

Everything was the same after that, they went home, talking about miscellaneous things, nothing really important. They followed the usual schedule.

Y/n sat at the table in the kitchen, knees up to her chest with a book in her lap and pencil in her hand. Frank making coffee for himself and getting her a cup of orange juice: the usual drinks for the evening after school.

"You going out to work today?" Y/n questioned, her lines sounding harsh on her paper.

"Yeah," Frank answered, pouring his own cup of coffee

Y/n nodded, erasing the line on her paper, she glancing over to him quickly and then back at her paper, creating a new line which snapped her pencils led.

Groaning under her breathe she set her stuff down and went to go find a sharpener in her room.

Frank leaned against the counter, looking at the sketch book, Y/n had a larger one under it. Y/n's eraser and broken pencil sitting on the side.

No...he shouldnt.

But he could.

But no.

But then again-

Taking a drink off his coffee he walked over. Flipping open the first page. This was wrong. Right?

This was harmless...right?

Either way he still flipped through the book at random, from the end towards the mid section to the front, alot of diffrent people, kids her age, portaits filling pages, some painted some sketched. He smiled at the page filled with pictures of Karen. Y/n had indeed done a page of Karen Paige, real humorous.

He flipped through it leisurely occasionally, hearing for any approaching footsteps, but ears were granted with a curse word and a groan in pain.

"You alright kid?" Frank called to her.

"Yeah!" She called back, "Dropped some crap on my foot is all."

That gave Frank more time to go through this book of Y/n's. Most pages stiff due to the acrylic paint that had dried and hardened on the page. Some just as normal as paper with pencil sketches littering them. On occasion he turned the book around to look at the landscape orinated pages.

Frank could only scufflle a small humorous chuckle under his breathe occasionally, seeing one or two sketches of him here or there. But that few turned into many, and soon he was loosing count.

He realized the dates at the corner of the pages, when everything was going to shit, Liberman, Madani, Curt, shit even Russo was spewed across the pages, both before the Carousel and after, face scared up and a diffrent look in his eye.

It made Frank...uneasey. The protrayal of human emotion to real, like it sat there infronf of you.

Frank shifted his feet, taking another drink of his coffee.

What made him uncomfortable were the sketches of him as the pages passed with time, had he really looked so blank every time you picked a pencil up? Had he never held a smile long enough for her to draw?

But she had plently of pencil sketches, certain spots painted in with a flat dark red color, an obvious mention to blood. Even a few finished pieces, where he was covered in blood.

Frank flipping through the gruesome portaits of others as well. Some people he knew were dead because well...he killed them.

They became less gruesome fairly quickly, kids her age filling the pages, most likely people she was in classes with.

Not to mention.... boy was drawn with care and the only one painted on the two page spread.

Mhm.

Frank turned the page, the string of drawings ending, Just in time too, Y/n walked back in he quickly pulling away from her book and walked back towards the pot of coffee as he quickly chugged, and pour himself another cup.

She slid back in her seat, sharpening her pencil.

"What did you drop?"

"Mhm? My mason jar filled with pencils on my foot." Y/n sighed a bandage over the top of her foot, "Pencil stabbed me."

She grabbed the orange juice from the table and took a quick drink,

"So whens this art show?" Frank questioned.

"Oh." Y/n spoke, "You wanna come?"

"Well Im gonna be in it, why not." Frank smiled, strolling over to the table, setting his full mug on the table and finally taking his seat across from her.

"Just know you get busy." Y/n spoke, "You know. Being the big bad punsiher."

Frank chuckled, Y/n smiling as she opened her book back up.

"Runnin low there?" He questioned.

Y/n looked back at him and laughed lightly, "Yeah. I am. I'll scrape together a few more dollars for a new one. Jose always lookin for extra muscele to bring in produce for the restraunt anyways."

Y/n went to work as they talked, "anyways I'll grab you a ticket for the show, it's at the school. Starts at 6:30, doors close at 7."

"When's it?" Frank questioned, Y/n looking up from her drawing.

"Mhm....month and a half ish. Nothing too far off." She responded.

They back to there nothing more but filling the air talk for the next hour till Frank went and picked up Chinese for dinner.

Y/n trying to teach Frank how to use Chopsticks once again but ended in Frank just usuing a fork instead, the end of dinner ending in the two chopstick and fork fighting for the last Posticker, Frank winning this time.

But as time pasted and afternoon became night, Frank having to go "to work". He kissing her head goodbye as she sat in her usual spot.

"Don't stay up all night."

Y/n nodded, "Yeah."

"I'll be back in time for breakfast."

Y/n nodded again, he ruffling her hair before he left. She sat at the table in silence. Soon it got to much, silence was never good.

She got up with her things, and walked to her room, grabbing the small radio on her way.

In her room she went through a drawer, pulling out the primary colors along with black and white. They werent top quality but they'd do. Opening up her sketch pad she sat down, turned the radio on and got to work.

She wasn't sure how long she went for, and wasn't sure when she went to bed, but sometime during the early morning she fell into her bed, not bothering to change or clean her hands and forearms of dried paint.

Frank had come home an hour after she passed out on the bed. He opening her door seeing her lamp on still, just to realize she was passed out in the bed.

The scene look a physco murder coming to kill a little girl, Frank still covered in blood and with that famous vest on. He standing in the door way with an emptied gun in hand. Yet it was him simply checking on her.

Frank took off his blood littered clothes, closing any wounds before he got into the shower, washing all the blood down the drain.

He'd come out clean once again, and exhausted, dressing himself he made his way back to Y/n's room. Walking over he carefully sitting in the bed he took off her shoes, setting them on the floor.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, nothing too big, Frank carefully pulling her her arm out of her sweater. Pullinv it over her head and off the other arm and hanging it up at the end of the bed. Pulling the comforter from under her he laid it on her. Essentially tucking her in to bed.

He left, going to turn the light off on her desk, her desk littered with few art supplies she had: but had been in the middle of painting some still life she quickly put together while he was pouring himself some coffee.

He turned off the lamp, making his way ou the room and closing the door behind him.

The next day came quicker than usual, Y/n up first, turning on the coffee pot as she yawned, walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth, sighing at the sight of a washed bullet in the basin, she picked it up and put it in a nearby mason jar, the collection growing

"Mornin."

"Hm.." Y/n spoke back her mouth full, handing Frank his toothbrush.

She finished before him, rinsing her mouth and washing her face with water before she went back into the kitchen. Pouring two cups of coffee for the two of them and set them on the table.

They had their usual quiet cup of coffee, both trying to wake up in the morning. Y/n sighed finishing her's Frank not far behind in his own.

"How was work?" Y/n asked.

"Same shit diffrenet day." Frank spoke.

Y/n chuckled as she picked up the cups putting them in the sink.

"Pancakes?" He questioned.

"Yeah, sure," Y/n spoke, "Meet you at the van?"

"Yeah."

Y/n cleaned the two mugs before she left to take a shower and get dressed, she grabbing a sketchbook and her small pencil pouch, Frank already in the van when she got it.

"Hope your havin a good hair day." Y/n smiled lifting up the sketchbook, "You didn't forget that? Did you?"

Frank shook his head, "There's no gettin out of that one huh?"

"Nope." Y/n spoke popping the P as she smiled.

They were usuals there, the woman working the small dinner telling them there booth was open. Coffee served to the both of them.

"Usual babes?" The woman questioned.

"Yes Ma'm." Frank spoke.

"On it." The woman spoke, walking to the counter area where she pushed back the little latch gate.

"Jeffery! I need two Castiglione Specials!"

"Yeah yeah woman!"

Y/n laughed shortlu drinking some of her coffee, sketch book open and on her raised knees. Her back pressed against the wall. Pencil now in hand.

"That ever creep anyone out?" Frank asked.

"What?" Y/n asked looking down at her book, then back up at him taking details in on his face and on his posture.

"That." Frank spoke, "the starin."

"I suppose." Y/n answered, "guess why I don't have a boyfriend."

He shook his head with a smile, "stay away from boys."

Takinga drink off his coffee Y/n smiled, "You are a boy."

Frank nodded, as he drank his coffee, pulling away from his mug with a satisfied sigh, "Exactly. I know how they are."

Y/n chuckled, "Well lucky for you Im too drowned in my own work to pay attention to boys."

Frank smiling as he shook his head: Y/n looking down at her paper and then back at him again, then back at her paper.

"Movin too much?" Frank questioned.

"No. Not at all." Y/n told, "I have trouble. Drawing you smiling."

Y/n grabbed her mug as she took a quick drink.

She flatly came out with it, "I don't see you smile all to often. When I do."

She paused taking another quick drink setting it down, "I think I rather be there than in here."

Y/n went back to drawing without another care. Like she hadn't said anything that would affect anything.

"What does that mean?"

Y/n looked up from her sketch book, "what?" She questioned.

"I think i rather be there than in here." Frank repeated.

She thought for a moment, "Oh. Yeah that. You know when you saved me. You know when you first met me? What? I was 11?"

Frank shrugged, "Yeah."

"You were the first person that smiled at me in a non-creep way." Y/n told, drinking the end of her coffee, "Rather. You know relish in that rather than be busy in a book."

"You think Im never gonna smile at you again?"

Y/n was silent, "I uh...don't really know. "

"That's bullshit and you know it." Frank started, "I ain't goin no where, and I'm not lettin you go. You're my kid, my responsibility. I'll be here and I'll be happy because of you."

Y/n shook her head no in confusion.

"Because Im proud of you, and you contuine to make me proud. I'll be smilin as you walk across that stage, cap and gown, doin better than I ever could. Not once but twice. You unlike me, you're gonna make a name for yourself. Hell better than I could ever do for myself."

"I know it. You're gonna make somethin out of yourself. Doin somethin good."

The two plates were served with eggs bacon and pancakes.

Y/n smiled smally, the coffee's being refilled and then the woman ledt.

"I don't think I'd even be here if it wasn't for you." Y/n spoke, "Probally. I don't know be a stripper or some shit."

Frank laughed shortly, taking a drink of his fresh coffee, "This shits crap."

"It's why we drink it.' Y/n smiled picking up her cup snd holding it up in the air

"It is. It is." Frank laughed he bringing his cup against hers as they clinked. They laughing as they started eating.

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You matter

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary:

You and Bucky together with the other Avengers went to Florida for a mission. When your ex-suitor were also in the same area, your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is triggered by your ex's words. How can you make him feel better?

Warning:

Jealousy

A little bit of smut

Swearing

You and the rest of the Avengers are staying in the safehouse for a few days now. This mission lasts longer than you think. But since you are in a mission with your Bucky, everything seems alright. However, things became off-handed between you and Bucky upon the arrival of your ex-suitor, Frank, who is currently working under Stark Industries.

It turns out that Frank has been living in Florida for quite some time now, so Stark thought he'd be useful to this mission. On the other hand, you haven't seen Frank since high school and you must admit that you also liked him back then, but that's not important anymore since you're happy with your relationship with Bucky.

Speaking of Bucky, the guy clearly doesn't like Frank that much. He hates it when he is too confident when talking to you and the rest of the team. It's like he's showing you that he is better than Bucky, but you have no care or concern about how he thinks. All that matters to you are your work as an Avenger, your friends, and the love of your life.

"Sir, the information I gave you could be accurate if only Mr. Barnes here did not intervened and change the strategic plan I made based on my research," Frank said.

Everyone is in the dinning room for a meeting of what happened in yesterday's tasks.

"Excuse me," Bucky glared at Frank as he points himself, "Are you seriously blaming me for your inaccurate research?" he asked then he chuckled, "I am not the one who made that research, boy. So whether I intervened or not, your strategic plan could've worked out."

Whenever Frank and Bucky would be in the same room, a heated argument should be expected.

"Enough," Steve stopped Bucky and Frank, "We should just think of something else. We're running out of time already," he pointed out.

"Y/n and I could sneak off the building tomorrow morning and we'll give access to Barton and Banner," Wanda suggested.

"Yeah, I think the only way to get this mission done and over with is to use the "disguise & sneak off" tactic," you added in support of Wanda's suggestion. You turned to Steve, "Once Barton and Banner are in to hack the security system, the rest of you can take it from there."

Steve seemed to like your plan so he nodded and asked all of you to get the rest you all need because you have an early day tomorrow.

You left the dinning room alongside with the other Avengers, while Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Bucky are left inside the dinning room to finish their whiskeys that they started before the meeting. You're about to go to the kitchen to grab something to drink with Wanda and Nat when Frank approaches you.

"Hey Nat, Wanda, go ahead and find something to drink. I'll go catch up," you said to Wanda and Nat, they gave you a nod. Wanda gave you a warning look, she knows how jealousy and Bucky don't match up well enough. You faced Frank, "Hey, you need somethin'?" you asked him.

Frank smiled at you, "I was wondering if you want to go and visit a few places the day after tomorrow and before you and your friends go back home," he proposed.

You didn't want to be rude but you are not clearly into him anymore and you know that he isn't the guy you want to be with in visiting tourist places here in Florida. It's Bucky.

You clicked your tongue, "That's a very nice offer Frank, but I don't think it's a good idea."

His face turned into a disappointment, "It's Bucky, isn't it?"

You nodded, "Frank, Bucky and I are together. He's my boyfriend. I know things were pretty well between us during high school, but we didn't make it because it wasn't meant to be at all. So, let's just be friends and stay like that." You wanted to tell him about this since you got here in Florida, but he keeps on disregarding whatever you say about your relationship with Bucky.

Unknown to you, Bucky's near both of you and can actually hear your conversation with Frank.

"But y/n..." Frank moved closer to you and held both of your arms, "...he was a killer. He's the winter soldier. He killed millions of people."

You moved a step back away from him, making you free from his hands. You gave him a disbelief look upon moving away from him.

"You don't know him, Frank," you shook your head and glared at him, "You don't know who Bucky is. You may know him as the winter soldier but it wasn't him. He didn't have a choice when he did those awful things. He is the love of my life and the bad things you're telling me about him won't change how I feel for him. First of all, you have no right to judge him. You have no idea who he is."

Before Frank could say anything in reply to you, Bucky approached both of you. He stood besidd you as he give Frank a death defying stare.

"Say another word and I will break your neck. You'll see the winter soldier you are telling y/n about," Bucky said.

"See, y/n!" Frank said as he waved his hand to motion towards Bucky, "He killed lots of people from the past and he could do it again! He's a threat to your life, he's a threat to every man's life!"

You saw Bucky clenched his jaw and how his knuckles been wanting to punch Frank's face, but you immediately put your hands on his shoulder to calm him down. Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Clint came out of the dinning room and were already sensing not so good things between Bucky and Frank.

"Frank, I don't think it's advisable to go across my pal," Steve said as he drag Frank away from Bucky.

"Wait, Steve," you stopped Steve from dragging Frank away. You walked towards Frank and held him in his collar, his feet can't even touch the ground anymore as you lift him up in the air, "Bucky is not the winter soldier, he never was and he never will be. Put that in your mind. You understand?" when he did not answr you, you tightened your grip on him, "Do you understand?!" you repeated.

"Yeah, yeah! I understand." he answered.

The moment you put Frank down, Steve and Clint dragged him outside and talked to him.

You turned around to face Bucky, but when you're about to approach him, he walked away and went straight to your room.

"He's still sensitive about the winter soldier thing," Stark said behind you. He taps your shoulder before making his way to the kitchen where Nat and Wanda are, "You should go and talk to him. Make out after," he joked.

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You did not have to knock on the door of the room that you and Bucky shared in the safehouse, it is open and it is also your room anyway. When you entered the room, you found him near the window, staring outside and you could feel that he's thinking of something.

"You know what Tony asked me to do after I talked to you?" you closed the door behind you and rested your back against it, "He said we should make out."

It was just you, trying to lighten up the mood.

But he did not even dare to look at you. He is just staring at the glass window and what's outside.

"Bucky," you walked towards the edge of the bed, which is only a few inches away from where he is standing, "You know he's just trying to tear us apart. Whatever he said was all a lie," you reached for his hand to make him face you.

His eyes met yours, making you see how Frank's stupid and baseless words affected him. He has always been sensitive when someone is bringing up his past. He is not denying the fact that it was part of his past, but he also know that it wasn't him anymore.

You put his hand on your cheeks and leave a few kisses on his palm while your eyes are still with him, "No matter what happened in the past, it doesn't dictates who you are now. You are a different person from who was inside your head before. It doesn't even matter what happened in the past, only you and I matter. You matters, only you. So please, stop doing this to yourself over and over again," you said, almost in a pleading voice.

"I'm not affected by the fact that people are still seeing me as the winter soldier or who I was before, but I..." he kneel in front of you as he grabbed both of your hands, "...I am asking myself if I really do deserve you."

"You what?" you asked and you shook your head, "Bucky, come on. We're really doing this shitty conversation? Of course you deserve me. When you and I became a couple, there's not a day or any time of the day that I'd find myself smiling like a fool. Whenever you're out of my sight, in a mission or something, I'd find myself longing for you, your hug..." you pulled him towards you as you lay on the bed and putting him on top of you, "...your touch, and most of all..." you twisted your finger in his dog tag and pulled him closer to you, "...your kiss." you said before you kissed him on his lips.

You didn't have to wait, he kissed you back as soon as he felt your lips against his.

You found yourself deepening the kiss both of you are sharing, and few seconds later his hand moved to your waist and the vibranium one removed strands of hair blocking your face.

He pulled from your kisses as he caresses your face, "How did I get so damn lucky to have you, y/n?" he asked as he look into your eyes deeply.

You smiled, "We're both of lucky. We'll talk about your cocky attitude later, but for now..." you pushed yourself up and push him on the bed as you straddle him on his waist, "...I need you to do me."

He smiled as he pull your shirt up, undressing you and leaving you on your brassiere, "Oh, on the contrary..." he pulled himself up and unclasps your bra, "...I'm the only person who deserves you."

You grin but before you could say anything, he kisses you and claims your lips like a hungry beast and you're his last meal. While he's busy ravishing you with his lips, your hands are busy unbuttoning his shirt, but when you ran out of patience, you just rip it off.

Upon hearing the shattering sound of fabrics, he stopped kissing you, surprised with your aggressiveness, "Did you also learned that from Nat?" he asked.

You chuckled, "No, I learned that with you, asshole. Now stop talking, just do the work."

He pinned you against the bed, feeling the matress behind you as he slowly tug your pants down alongside with your panties.

"Spread your legs for me, and let me taste you, my love."

You obliged and spread your legs to the hungry man in front of you.

"This is gonna be a long night, so hang on and let me make it up to you," he said before he went down between your legs, remembering that Tony told you to make out, but you ended up doing a lot more. MORE.

-v.dl

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Sins & Amends Chapter 41

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: A new Doctor bars you from seeing Billy. Madani tries but can't sway the threat of a restraining order, when she brings news that Billy woke up with memory loss you wonder if the doctor was right

Eventually you once again found a new normal. Frank would be gone for up to two weeks at a time. You knew he was adjusting but you also knew he'd always find his way back to you and to Karen.

You started a bi-weekly get together for your weird little family as Foggy so lovingly called it. Sometimes it would be most of you crowded around the Liebermans table and kitchen counters then sometimes it would just be a couple of you with takeout containers sitting on the floor of your apartment shooting the shit about your week.

The pain in your chest was still there but seemed a little less hollow some days. You had people you cared about and who cared about you. Every day you made sure to send out a text to each of them even if it was just to tell them you were thinking of them. After losing so much you cherished them all that much more.

Months had passed since the fight, you were going to the hospital for your weekly visit with Billy. Afterwards the plan was for you to meet Alice at the dress shop for another fitting. There was only a few months left until her and Kenzie's wedding.  

So far there hadn't been much change with his condition. The bandages were still in place though he had finally healed to the point they were there more for protection of the wound than for any bleeding or fluid leaking as they had been. You were allowed to visit but by law his doctors couldn't tell you much. You still had a small flame of hope that he may wake up.

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You walked off the elevator and the cops at his door glanced up but relaxed when they saw you "Hey Y/N"  "Hey Morris, Valdez" Morris moved to open the door for you and let you walk in. You had gotten used to his state so it was at least no longer a shock to your system.

You moved to sit in the chair next to his bed. His doctor had told you there was a chance he could hear things going on around him, not that it changed anything. Hell you talked to him every visit before that.

"Hey Billy. I'm headed to Alice's final dress fitting. The wedding is in two months. God feels like I just met her but also feels like I've known her my entire life. I know I'm going to cry like an idiot, I always dreamt of that being us but life had other much harsher plans. Your doctor said you can hear me. I just wish I knew what's keeping you trapped in your own head. No matter how big of a part of me wants to hate you, I'd also love to see those dark brown eyes staring back at me. I just need to know you're ok" you stared at his chest for a second watching the steady rise and fall. 

The sleeve of the scrub top they had him in had ridden up to show the scar from where you'd shot him. You could find the humor in the fact that you'd left a scar with a paintball back when the two of you had just been friends then left a scar from a real gun after he'd stolen your heart. 

Eventually your thirty minutes clicked over and Valdez opened the door "Y/N. Times up" he shot you an apologetic smile so you smiled in return "Thanks" you gathered your things and walked out the door hearing it click behind you. 

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You were almost to the elevator when you heard someone call your last name so you stopped to see a dark haired woman limping towards you. "And you are?" You asked not trying to hide the annoyance you were feeling. She extended her hand "Krista Dumont. I'm the psychotherapist assigned Mr Russo's case" 

"Ok, what's that got to do with me? I never get in anyone's way" you made a point especially considering you worked with this hospital daily when you were on duty. She nodded "Oh I'm aware. I just felt the need to tell you myself, I think these visits are counter productive to him healing"

"Counter productive? What the fuck does that mean?" You could feel yourself getting more pissed by the second and she could apparently tell that as well. "Well I've been made aware of some of Mr Russo's past. Seems like you were a rather large part at one time" you scoffed at that "Yeah you could say that" 

She smiled again and you were suddenly hit with the urge to wipe that smile off her face. "Surely someone as intelligent as yourself can understand that sometimes the only way to move forward is to leave the past behind" "So you're trying to say I'm the reason Billy isn't awake?" You asked with a bitter laugh. 

She shrugged "I'm just looking out for what's best for my patient" you felt that little thread of your patience snap. "Look here Krista was it? I'm the reason he was alive when he got to this hospital. I know more about that man than anyone on the face of this earth and you're telling me I'm hurting his healing? Did ya get your license as a prize in the cracker jack box?" 

"Now Y/N there's no need to be irate" her condescending tone made you clench your jaw and your hands "No I think there is. You're a bitch and a dumb one at that" Valdez had spotted the confrontation and walked over "Y/N, everything ok?"

You were glaring at her like you were waiting for her damn hair to catch fire but you felt some of the fight leave you when she said "I was just reminding Y/N that if I had to get a restraining order out on her, it would make her line of work difficult if she can't deliver her patients to the hospital"

You looked from her to Valdez and back again. "Want me to call Sarge to come down here and clear things up?" He offered but you shook your head. You pointed at Dumont "I don't know what your deal is but I'm reporting you. I'll also get the S.A.C. for Homeland involved" she smiled "Feel free. Just stay away"

You turned and slammed the door open to the stairwell. There was no way in hell you'd wait for the elevator now.

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By the time you made it to the sidewalk your anger had turned to self doubt. Who knew maybe he could find some way to heal easier without you? The guilt of him choosing you over Frank not once but twice was something you carried with you daily. Every time you took flowers to the cemetery it ended with you sitting at the graves for hours.

Crying sometimes, screaming others. You owed Frank a life you could never repay and at times it was easier on you when you went without seeing him even though it hurt to be away from the closest thing to a sibling you had. You felt guilty for still loving Billy.

Did you really want to be a constant reminder of that guilt if and when Billy woke up?

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You tried to plaster a smile on when you made it to the dress shop but Alice took one look at you and shooed everyone out. "What happened?" 

You told her about the entire confrontation with Dumont. "Oh babe. I am sorry!" She pulled you into a hug despite both of you wearing formal gowns at the moment. You shrugged "Maybe this is just the universe telling me to move on. That me and him need to be far away from each other. Hell whatever love he had for me got people hurt. Shouldn't I want to be far away from him?"

She tapped your head "Just cause that makes sense here" then touched your heart "Doesn't make it true here. Now do you want to finish this fitting or reschedule?" You shook your head "We finish, I've got to come back with Kenzie next week" she pulled you into another hug then called everyone back in the room.

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Before you even made it home Karen was calling you. "Jesus did Alice send up the bat signal the moment I stepped out the building?" You asked in place of hello and she laughed lightly "Maybe? Are you ok?"

You took a deep breath then laughed, feeling tears prickling at your eyes "No. My life is so fucked up" "Oh honey. Do you want to come over?" You shook your head then said "I'm gonna head home and crash early. I'll call you in the morning" she sighed then said "Ok. Don't forget it's your turn and Frank will be back in town" you smiled despite yourself then said "I'll make sure to buy plenty of food" 

Unfortunately for you Dinah was neck deep in an investigation and it was about a week before she could make it to the hospital early enough to catch Dumont. In that time you had David run her name and outside the fact that her limp had come from her father jumping out a window with her in his arms, you hadn't been able to find out anything too incriminating.

You were walking out the station house when Dinah's black suv pulled up. She rolled down the window "Can I give you a ride?" You smiled slightly "You're not gonna offer me candy at least?" She held up a cup of coffee "I know this works better"

You climbed in and was sipping from the cup as she pulled back onto the road. "So I met with that weird ass doctor" "She gives you those vibes too huh?" You asked glancing sideways at her. She nodded then continued. "I have news. One is outside of risking a legal issue and possibly causing a restraining order to be put on you, I can't get you back in to see him because you're not part of Homeland so I can't throw my title around for you on this, I'm sorry" 

You shrugged "I expected as much" she let out a low whistle then continued. "He's awake" you nearly spit out the coffee in your mouth. "Way to bury the lead there Madani!" She raised one hand off the wheel but didn't meet your gaze when she added "He thought I was another doctor so it appears he has some memory loss. If you want me to continue getting updates Mahoney has agreed to keep me in the loop if you stay out of it and I'll of course share the information with you"

You were silent for a moment processing what you'd just been told. You missed one week and he woke up. Maybe the quack had been right on that? After a moment with no response she said "Y/N?" You shook yourself and forced a smile "Yeah. Thanks Dinah" she smiled "No problem"

She pulled to a stop in front of your place and before you climbed out she said "Sam starts back in a month" your forced smile turned more genuine "Let me know the date so I can send an embarrassingly large bouquet of flowers to be waiting on him" she let out a laugh at that. "Will do"

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You didn't know how to breach the subject of Billy being awake so you texted Karen and asked if her and Frank minded showing up early. Kenzie's mom had made a surprise visit, and the Liebermans were busy so it was just the three of you along with Curtis,Matt and Foggy but you wanted to talk to them alone.

You were balancing the takeout containers on your counter when Frank knocked once on your door then opened it up "How many times do I got to tell you to keep that locked?" Karen laughed from behind him "I texted her that we were coming up the elevator Frank!" "Oh"

He came into the kitchen and pulled you into a hug then eyed the containers "What'd you get?" You laughed and said "Food in a minute. We um need to talk?" Karen caught your eye and said "I'll let anyone else in, go ahead" 

You lead the way into your bedroom and sat on top of the low dresser that ran along the wall. "He woke up."

You took a deep breath to try to calm down before finally saying "My life is so far off from what I ever thought it would be but from what Dinah says he has memory loss. I've been barred from the hospital apparently I was a hindrance to him. But you're still here and you're trying this thing with Karen which means you're healing. Maybe he's faking, maybe not.I don't know. He's done horrible things and he knew that. He told me he deserved whatever happened to him that night. Do I miss him? I miss the Billy he was when we were together. Do I still love him? Yes at least a part of me still loves a part of him. Do I still wish everything was different? Hell yes. Rawlins fucked us all over and I wish we could kill him more than once but there it is"

Frank nodded then said "Ok. Y/N sweetheart, I don't know why a doctor barred you but really he's not a lot of my concern. If he ever walks out that hospital he's headed to prison. I still hate him for not telling me, for working with Rawlins to begin with and for hurting you but I don't hold it against you for still caring about him, hell that's just who you are. You've always had a good heart" he pulled you into a hug and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. 

A soft knock at the door drew yours and Frank's attention. "Matt and Foggy are here" you smiled at Frank and offered him your hand "C'mon Frank if they're here Curt ain't far behind" he let you pull him out the room and you noticed a small smile slip onto his face. At least you still had him, you really didn't know what you would done if you'd lost him on top of everyone else. 

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You were sitting next to Matt on the floor when Karen laughed "Oh Foggy! You and Curtis haven't seen the photos Alice sent me of Y/N in her dress for the wedding!" 

You sent her a playful glare because you knew she was purposely trying to make you laugh. While the guys made a big deal over the photos you leaned over on Matt's shoulder and whispered "They don't know I tried that one on for the hell of it. My real dress is completely different"

He grinned and Frank raised an eyebrow "Hey now! No whispering, isn't fair Red can hear better than any of us! Murdock what'd she say?" Matt shook his head "I'll never tell"

You listened to them go back and forth and couldn't help but imagine back when you and Billy were together, how get togethers were always similar to this. Lots of laughs and everyone just blowing off steam. You were bought back into the conversation by Karen telling Frank she was going as your date to the wedding "Y/N you moving in on my territory?" 

You winked at Karen "I'll bring her back in one piece Frankie. I promise" 

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter ten - “retching and realizations”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: y/n encounters some nausea and the experience reveals a couple alarming realizations.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: caveat lector emetophobia - mentions of vomiting

[A/N]: what songs remind you of this story and the nature of the relationship? i wanna start making a delicate playlist!

The sound of vomit slapping the bottom of a metal bucket was horrid. But, what was more horrid was the sound her body made while it was happening. The gagging, heaving, and retching wouldn't normally bother her. However, when there was someone else with her, holding her hair out of her face, it was of utmost embarrassment. She pitied poor Bucky's ears.

"I'm sorry," Y/N groaned, resting her forehead on the rim of the bucket. The metal was cool on her otherwise overheated skin. She was sweating and her breath was heavy.

"Don't be sorry," he soothed, rubbing the nape of her neck with his thumb. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but this is gross, and now I'm gross. I wouldn't wanna be near it." Her voice was hoarse from the rawness in her throat.

"Oh, stop it. It's fine, it happens to everyone. But to be frank, you're the one putting your face in it right now..."

"I don't wanna throw up on you," she muttered. "I'd rather have my face in the bucket than be cleaning my stomach acid off of you and the floor."

"Eh, I'd forgive you," he shrugged, then held out his wrist to her, revealing an elastic band. "Here, this will help. I'd do it, but... you know."

She coughed, taking the elastic and putting her hair up out of her face. "Thank you. I wish I brought sunglasses."

"Sunglasses?"

"Yeah, this is definitely from sun glare. I had a headache while we were outside and kept squinting. I should've known."

"Why didn't you say anything?" his voice was tender.

"I don't know."

She really didn't.

"Is it any better now?" Bucky inquired after a few beats of empty air.

"I think so. I don't think I even have anything left to throw up."

He chuckled. "Okay, come get your face out of it, then. You don't wanna be smellin' it."

He guided her up slowly with a hand on her back.

She stopped him. "Nope. Nope. I can't. I'm just gonna sit on the floor. I'm not standing now."

He obliged, helping her back down. She leaned against the table, a foot or two away from the bucket. She looked at it miserably.

"Ew."

He squatted down in front of her, looking at her directly and earnestly. "Are you good for now? I wanna go dump the bucket outside, but not if you're still feelin' it."

He was tender, and looked so concerned. It almost made her nervous, being attended to like that; it made her feel exposed. She covered it with humor.

"I think I'm okay now, doctor," she said dryly.

He shook his head, grabbing the bucket and heading up out of the bunker to empty it outside.

"You're the doctor!" he called out.

She closed her eyes to try and keep the nausea at bay. It was then when the world slowed back to normal pace, and she finally felt his thumb on the back of her neck, the sensation ghosting over her skin even after it was physically gone.

Y/N placed the tips of her fingers to the spot, a feather light touch on a searing mark of benevolence and compassion. She wasn't sure what to think of it, logically. Her body seemed to want the warmth to spread like a burn, but her brain wanted never to be that close to him again. Not after that moment at the waterfall.

The reminder almost made her wince; she thought back to it.

-

She floated over to the stairs, and leaned her elbows on the second highest step so that the water settled just below her shoulders.

In response, Bucky sat down at the waters edge, removing his own shoes and socks, rolling up his pant legs and resting his feet in the pool.

"There, now we're meetin' in the middle."

His voice was soft but his eyes were softer. Looking at him felt like silk. She feared if she allowed herself to gaze for too long she'd erode. How could something so gentle make her feel like she'd been shaved down to nothing, reduced to something as mellow and faint as the very water she was floating in.

His skin was dewy from the heat, but it just gave the illusion of a glow. She wondered if everything looked this good on him, if everything about him looked this good. The thought was fleeting in the back of her mind. She tried to ignore it but then she saw his hair and how it framed his face in modest charm. Although the angles softened him further, they gave him an edge that captivated her. Velvety yet sharp. Was the water pushing her closer? She felt bewitched.

What was happening? This is not right. This is definitely, definitely wrong. Such thoughts are innately inappropriate for a doctor-patient relationship. How could she let herself think like this? Y/N was malfunctioning, she was sure of it. This must be some sort of transference effect.

This can't continue. She can't let it. She felt the smile dissipate from her face as she made the realization. This had to stop. Y/N pushed away from him, slowly feeling the magnetism drain from her hazy brain.

"Can we go back now?" she asked. "I think the sun is giving me a headache."

That wasn't a complete lie. She did have a headache, but she didn't necessarily want to go back. She had to.

-

Y/N rubbed her forehead, disappointed in herself and her error. How embarrassing. Being friends with him was fine, but this? These feelings? Unacceptable.

To be honest, she wasn't completely sure what exactly these feelings were. All she knew was that they were wrong. And all she could think about was how wrong they were while she stroked the back of her neck, trying to reignite the feeling from before.

No. She removed her hand.

"You still good down there?" his voice came from the stairs.

"I'm alright."

"I left the bucket outside for the smell, but tell me if you feel like you need it again."

It felt so odd to have him caring for her. It was usually the other way around. Don't get Y/N wrong, he wasn't psychoanalyzing her (not that she'd allow it due to her hatred of Freud) but he was tending to her. Then it struck her.

"Did you used to take care of Steve when he was sick when you guys were kids?"

"All the time, yeah."

Of course. He was a natural. The whole neck thing was just automatic to him.

"Why do you ask?"

"'Cause you're practically a nurse," she snickered.

He smiled, so on principle, Y/N did too.

"Happy to be of service. Is the care up to par?"

He leaned down and sat next to her on the floor.

"Perfect, thank you doctor."

"There you go again just throwin' the doctor title around as if you aren't one," he laughed.

"I'm not a medical doctor, though."

"Might as well be."

"I don't know. Medical school is a lot."

“I wouldn’t know. I never went to college when I was a kid.”

“That’s a shame. I think you would’ve made a great scientist.”

He seemed surprised. “What, like Shuri?!”

“Sure! If you wanted to! You told me you like techy stuff.”

“I like it, but I don’t think I could, ya know, actually do it.”

“Well, maybe Shuri could teach you.”

“I would fail on the first day,” he deadpanned.

“Likely.”

He bumped her shoulder with his. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, doctor.”

The searing feeling was back. It felt good to burn.

She bumped his shoulder back in an over exaggerated fashion. “It’s not good practice to hit your patients doctor.”

“Yeah, well it’s not good practice to threaten to drown your’s.”

She gasped. “Smartass!”

“Uh no, I didn’t go to college, remember? That title is reserved for you only. It’s tied to your name, sorry.”

Laughter began to bubble out of her chest as she forgot all about the nausea and the transference and the ever-present collapsed regime. For a moment, Y/N lived in laughter with Bucky, the only thing registering in her perception being her proximity to the super soldier. Briefly, the world paused for them, and she felt a little infinity within that fleeting moment.

He was not supposed to make her feel this way...

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[flysafepapi]

heart of the ocean

It’s arrived! Backstabbing, thinly veiled insults, Frank, all the good stuff!

Parts one, two, three, four

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire

Warnings: No

It’s loud, below decks, but he imagines it’s nowhere near as boring as what’s happening floors above. Mothers with babies mill around, looking like they haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months, kids running in and out of the rooms and darting around benches, laughing and yelling to each other in a dozen different languages, getting scolded in even more. There are old women sitting in the corners with the feet up, men playing chess, girls doing needlepoint or reading dime novels. Across the room, there’s an upright piano where Tommy sits, picking out some song Meyer doesn’t remember but it doesn’t sound half bad.

“Your turn!”

Cora looks up at him, gesturing down to the funny face she’s finished drawing in the open sketchbook, and she smiles when he picks up his pencil and bets her that he can make it even funnier.

“A little English?”

“No, no. Norwegian. Only.”

Meyer shares an amused smirk with Tommy at Benny’s failed attempts to talk to the girl he’s had his sights on all day, and when Cora nudges him again he almost doesn’t turn around to see where Benny’s suddenly staring, his eyes a little wide. He should’ve known it was Charlie.

Charlie smiles when he sees Meyer in the crowd that’s now completely silent, wondering who he is and why he’s here, and starts walking straight over to the table.

“Hello, Meyer.”

“Hello again.”

“Can I speak to you? In private.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course. After you.”

Just before they leave the room, he turns around and looks right at Benny with, admittedly, a bit of a smug smile, then lets the door close on what he’s sure is a very clear view of the middle finger he holds up behind his back. ‘No chance,’ yeah, right.

It’s a different thing, to be on the upper class decks during the day when people are relaxing outside in the sun, especially when he knows that he must look especially poor next to Charlie, especially when Charlie’s wearing that suit. However much it cost, he knows it’s more than he’ll ever get to see in his life.

“So, do you have a name? Or is it just Charlie? Because that wasn’t what anyone called you last night.”

“It’s- officially, it’s Salvatore Lucania. I guess Rothstein, too, after AR took me in.”

“Fancy. And unofficially?”

“Unofficially, I hate it. Neither of them feel like me. Charlie does.”

“It suits you.”

Charlie huffs. “You’re distracting me from what I came to say. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you.”

“Well, here you are.”

“Here I am. I- I wanted to thank you for what you did. Not just for.. puking me back. But for not telling anyone what really happened.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Look, I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich boy. What does he know about misery?”

“That’s not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could’ve happened to hurt this guy so much he thought he had no other way out.”

Meyer sits down beside him on the bench, far enough away from anyone else that no one will hear anything, still painfully aware that he shouldn’t even be here.

“It wasn't just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it. I just had to get away.. just run until nothing was familiar anymore.. and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship. Even the Titanic wasn't big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before I'd really though about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I'll show them. They'll be sorry!

“Uh huh. They'll be sorry. 'Course, you'll be dead. That penguin last night, is he one of them?

“Penguin? Oh, Sal! He is them.”

Meyer doesn’t ask if his fiancé’s name is part of the reason why he chose to be known as Charlie.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Worse, actually.”

The sun sparkling off the water really is beautiful, and his breath catches in his throat when he looks out at it, but he’s not sure if it’s from the view or the thought of being trapped with Salvatore for the rest of his life. When Meyer starts to talk, he jumps a little.

“So you feel like you're stuck on a train yout can't get off 'cause you're marryin' this guy.”

“Yes, exactly!”

“So don't marry him.”

“If only it were that simple.”

“It is that simple.”

Charlie turns to look at him, and Meyer can’t look away from those eyes that seem to look right through him. He’s acutely aware of the space between, or lack thereof; every point of contact between them seems to burn through the layers of fabric, and he shifts a little closer, opening his mouth to say, something, he doesn’t even known. Before he can, Charlie stands up from the bench like it’s burning him and clears his throat. The reason why becomes all too clear when Meyer turns to see what Charlie’s looking so pale about.

“Carolyn! This is Meyer Lansky. The man who saved me last night.” Charlie knows that Sal would’ve told AR immediately after going back inside. At least Carolyn wasn’t alone. Margaret and Frank stood with her, looking incredibly amused.

“Charmed, I'm sure.”

‘The others were gracious and curious about the man who'd saved my life. But Carolyn looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.’

“Well, Meyer, it sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot-“ Frank’s voice was drowned out by the sound of the dinner bell ringing loudly, making them all jump. “Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?”

“Should we go get ready?” Charlie took the arm Carolyn held out towards him, pasting the familiar false smile on his face, and turned to look at Meyer over his shoulder. “See you at dinner?”

Meyer had no choice but to watch them go.

“Man, do you have the slightest idea what you’re doing?”

It’s his turn to flinch a little, unaware that the other man hadn’t left with them.

“Not really.”

“Well, you’re about to right into the snakepit, ao I hope you’re ready. Name’s Frank, by the way. What are you planning to wear?”

Frank snorted as Meyer looked down at himself.

“Yeah, I figured.”

~~

“I can tie a tie.”

Frank smirked at him and held out a hanger with half a dozen ties on it out to him. “Good, because I’m not doing it for you.”

~~

Whatever Meyer had pictured in his head of what tonight was going to look like, it’s nothing even close to what he sees when the door opens for him, held open for him no less, and he steps through to the first class entrance.

“Good evening, sir.”

Meyer just nods to the bowing man and looks around, trying to keep the awe from playing too obviously across his face. Above his head, an enormous glass dome hangs from the ceiling, crystal chandelier at the centre, causing the light to shoot off into a thousand facets and glittering like diamonds. The staircase, sweeping down what must be at least six floors, is polished so that it gleams under the light, the plush carpet covered by a thick velvet runner down the middle. And the people: the women in their floor length dresses, elaborate hairstyles and abundant jewelry,. men in evening dress, standing with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly. It’s worlds different from what he knows Benny and Tommy are doing back down below decks.

He sees Sal, the fiancé, come down the stairs behind him, then Carolyn on the arm of someone he hasn’t met yet, all of them walking right past him without recognising him. Sal even nods at him, apparently thinking him just another first class guy here for dinner. He doesn’t really have time to be amused, because Charlie comes through the doors just behind them, and Meyer can’t take his eyes away from him.

“You came.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Charlie practically beams at him.

“Sal, surely you remember Mr. Lansky.”

“Yes! I didn't recognize you. Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentlemen.”

It takes everything in Meyer not to say anything, and Frank grins at him like he knows exactly what Meyer’s thinking.

“Hope you’re ready for this, Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've got a lot of it and you're in the club.” Frank takes his seat across the table from Meyer, a few seats down from Charlie, and winks at him.

“Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr- Lansky, was it?. I hear they're quite good on this ship.”

Charlie sits directly opposite him, and he cringes slightly when AR asks his question, shooting Meyer an apologetic look.

“The best I've seen. Hardly any rats.”

Frank coughs, badly covering his laugh.

“Mr. Lansky is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancé last night.”

The rest of the dinner goes about how he expected; thinly veiled insults about his wealth, or lack thereof, whispering about him behind their napkins like he was less a person and more of an amusing sideshow exhibit. Eventually, thankfully, dinner finishes and the men around him, minus Frank who looks more interested in his glass of whiskey, stand up to make their way to the smoking rooms.

“Are you coming, Lansky?”

“No, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Just as well. Talk will mostly be politics, business, what have you. Nothing you’d be interested in.”

“Of course not.”

He shakes hands, kisses the backs of hands, working his way around the table saying his goodbyes, never forgetting that this is all just one big show with him as the entertainment. For everyone except Charlie, or so he hopes. He leaves Charlie for last, and carefully slides the paper into her hand, smiling at him a little more warmly than he’d smiled at everyone else.

“It was nice to meet you, Charlie. Thank you for the dinner.”

~~

Charlie notices the crinkle of paper against his palm immediately, and slides his hand back under the table until everyone’s attentions are elsewhere and he can read it. In what must be Meyer’s handwriting, small and almost cramped but clear, it reads ‘Take a chance. Meet me at the clock’.

When he slips away, finally, Meyer’s standing at the top of the grand staircase, looking at the chandelier intently, as if he’s trying to count each individual crystal that hangs from it like water. Charlie makes it halfway up the stairs before Meyer turns and sees him. When Meyer does, he smiles.

“Want to go to a real party?”

#boardwalk empire #boardwalk titanic au #*singsong voice* ITS HEEEEERE #the infamous dinner party #okay it’s not that long #the dinner part #I kinda lost a bit of steam there #still I tried #I think I did okay #it could’ve been worse #Charlie gets to meet Benny and Tommy next #that’s gonna be A+ #anyway #enjoy #boardwalk empire fics #charlie luciano #meyer lansky #benny siegel #frank costello #salvatore maranzano #carolyn rothstein #charlie luciano x meyer lansky