#alien!billy russo x reader

[celestialspecial]

Expanding Galaxies - (Pt 6)

You stood on the balcony to your room, admiring the clusters of stars that painted the night sky. The sun had already set, painting the horizon in a wide array of purples, oranges, and pinks before fading into the deepest navy.

A far off sound of calling birds and various ambient noises from the waterfalls around you sang out in a brilliant chorus.

A cool breeze blew through the air making you shudder, rubbing your shoulders for a hint of warmth. To be fair your outfit wasn’t quite suited for a nighttime stroll.

The gala to celebrate successful exchanges and encourage new ones was tonight and a fanciful dress had found it’s way to your bed. It was never something you’d have ever picked for yourself and yet wearing it tonight felt right.

Gossamer tulle in the palest blue spread over your shoulders, spilling forward to gather at your waist, held by delicate braided silver ropes that reminded you of tree branches reaching outward.

Little was left to the imagination as your chest was nearly exposed save the tender fabric barely concealing your breasts. A slit cut gracefully up one leg, the rest hidden by the waterfall of fabric pooling to the floor.

But your favorite part had to be the rivulets of crystals dotting along swaths of the material, catching the light this way and that. The night sky made manifest on your gown.

A section of your hair gathered in the teeth of an opalescent comb, just enough to keep stray hairs from your face.

Another gust of wind had you shivering and backing away from the balcony just when a firm single knock sounded on your door.

Closing the entrance to your balcony, hoping to stave off the chill and gather as much warmth into your room before nights end, you slowly made your way to the noise.

The wind was no longer chilling you but the tingling running through your body at the sight before you was prominent nonetheless.

Billy stood before you, cloaked in the deepest navy. Like the sky, you thought. Lush velvet with satin black piping and two opal cuff links, similar to your hair comb.

His dark hair appeared almost an inky black as it was slicked back, matching dark scruff hugged his jaw appearing a little less ‘clean shaven’ than you were used to.

His dark eyes roamed your body hungrily. Pupils lost in a sea of inky blackness and you swore you could feel each body part light up as his gaze traveled over it.

“You look…” his eyes finally returned back to your face to hold your attention, “transcendent.” 

The heat rose in your cheeks and surely you could feel the warmth extend to the front of your very exposed chest. Hoping he didn’t notice, you smiled up at him, fiddling with a piece of the silver rope before accepting his outstretched arm.

“Shall we?”

You’d never been to a gala on earth but you were sure they couldn’t compare to this. 

Packed to the brim with xiadians and humans all clothed in fine fabrics and covering every hue of the rainbow, even a few others that toyed with your eyes in a downright alien way.

Tables of fresh cut fruits glistening under candlelight, baked goods with their sweet aroma wafting into the air. Meats and seafoods, some recognizable and others completely foreign.

Chalices of dark sour smelling liquid and flutes of bright pink bubbling mixtures were passed around. You noticed only the xiadians seemed to be gravitating towards the foul smelling drink.

Music rang out and a large dance floor was filled with groups walking, chatting and dancing. The music you recognized, songs you had heard in earth, orchestral tunes that made your heart ache thinking of home.

As a servant passed by Billy grabbed two glasses of the sparkling pink flutes and handed one to you. It felt like an icy cloud soaring over your tongue, fizzing in the back of your throat.

“So what is-“ you inclined your head towards the goblets a few more xiadians grabbed and tossed back heartily. “That?”

Billy swallowed the rest of his own drink, his dark eyes returning to yours.

“It’s zhelaris ale. Incredibly strong and incredibly terrible.” He winked at you. “But xiads…well let’s just say it takes a lot to get us drunk.”

Your eyes drifted back and forth to the beautiful gowns and the dance floor. You’d never been a skilled dancer but something inside your cells seemed to hum with the tune being played.

This wasn’t missed by Billy, who set his glass onto a passing tray. Gently taking your own empty flute and placing it on a nearby table.

“Would you like to dance?” 

Heat rose in your face, first excitement soared through your veins then a telltale bashfulness at the chance of potentially looking like a fool.

“I would, but…”

His one eyebrow rose, gaze encouraging you to continue. 

“But, I’m afraid. I haven’t dance, at least not like this…in a very long time.” 

“Well the good news is it’s a lead dance. So all you need to do is follow me and my steps.” The worry must not have completely left your eyes because his thumb was there at the side of your mouth, brushing your skin softly.

“If you should not enjoy it or wish to continue we don’t have to.” 

He held his hand out to you, letting your own fingers drift against his, his warm skin tingling against your own.

Slowly guided out to the dance floor, the fabric of your dress skating along the marbled surface behind. A firm hand resting against your waist. The soft touch of his thumb resting against your bare skin where the dress cut off. 

The music struck up a melodic tone, and then you were moving. It resembled enough of a waltz for you to catch on. Thankfully Billy was enough of a good dance partner that following his lead came naturally.

Whirling and twirling past other couples, the swell of the music capturing you both in a vivid haze. The candlelight danced across his face, you could’ve sworn you saw blue sparkle in dark eyes as the next cascade of shadow fell over you.

How your feet kept pace you didn’t know but the notes sped up then reached a crescendoed peak before a final dulcet tone rang out to signify the songs end. 

Laughter and clapping actually spread through the onlooking crowd and dancers. You smiled up at Billy, his own expression one of pure enjoyment. 

Playfulness danced in his eyes, and you noticed his hand hadn’t left your waist. A moment later another song began, one much more different.

Slower, thicker, deeper. A rolling melody with the steady undertone of drumming. The beat seemed to coalesce with your own heart.

You felt your partners hand grip yours tighter. More xiadians took to the floor, it was clearly a song that they knew. 

Eyes widened and heat rising to your face as you glanced around.

“Billy, I-I don’t know this song.” How to dance to it, how to move…there was a roiling in your stomach. 

The tempo was all consuming, ancient. It reminded you of Billy. Feeling the weight of his stare on you before he leaned in close to whisper, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Just follow my lead.” Trust me. An unspoken phrase. 

Your chin dipped with a quick nod and then you were off. The rhythm would grow and fade in a sensual flare.

The movements were much more fluid, there was an indescribable feeling that prickled over your skin with each new motion and gesture.

Did the other humans feel it too? You wanted to look at them but your eyes couldn’t be torn from the face before you.

A being carved of rock and energy and shadow and power. Smooth, calculated, a predator stalking its all too willing prey.

And his eyes…his eyes no longer black but an unearthly blue. The thunderous muscle in your chest beat a rapid tattoo as the music began to pick up.

Spinning, the room around you blurring, fingertips digging into the soft velvet on his shoulders. 

Was it the drums or the blood pounding in your ears? Ritualistic- a carnal beat. This dance unlike anything you’d ever seen or felt before. 

Peaking higher and higher, the trill of singing notes whistled in your mind as your head felt like it was filled with the fizzing pink liquid.

His grip on you remained tight, guiding you through each new loop, swirl and dip. Gliding and you could swear your feet hadn’t touched the ground. 

The song reached its climax and in a rush of movement, hands hoisting you skyward as you leapt up in a final display. 

In that weightless moment you could see others also being lifted as part of the dance in your periphery. 

Then held aloft for another second before Billy lowered you steadily and slowly. Your body pressing and grazing against the entire length of his own. 

It sent ripples of pleasure tingling through your body. His forehead rested against yours, strands of his hair tickled your skin as you could breathe deep the scent of him. 

When you looked once more his eyes were again their original deep brown. 

Realizing the both of you were panting Billy lead you from the dance floor and off to a less busy alcove by the drinks. Your chest seemed to buzz with frantic energy. Had it been the deepest parts of your soul those drumbeats had reached or something else?

It was dim in the hidden corner you two had retired to, yet your eyes didn’t dare drift open fully. Letting your hand skim along the side of his suit jacket, then shifting it underneath.

You feel Billy tense under your fingertips, hard muscle, a breath stopped short in his throat. It felt good, having just a moment of power over him.

Your other hand reached up to join underneath his coat. Splaying against the silk of his shirt. It rippled and cascaded in colors reminiscent of an oil slick. 

Pulling him deeper into your hiding place. Music played on, close but also so far away. You needed his mouth against your own. To taste him after that dance, had it affected him as it had you?

Feeling your tug Billy leaned in closer, legs coming in close as you pressed yourself further away from the crowd beyond.

His mouth against yours made your head feel dizzy. Light and heavy all at once. 

Maybe it was the dancing, maybe it was the drinking maybe it was everything but you couldn’t suppress the giggle building in your chest as his stubble brushed against your own jaw.

“What’s so funny?” The delicious scrape of his trimmed beard pressed to your flushed skin.

The way his brown eyes glimmered in the lowered light of the evening. Soft and wicked.

“Do you ever not feel weird about this?” He always seemed so confident, like he was destined to be here and you were a laughable mistake. 

“I mean, to me you’re a spaceman.” The laughter rippled through your body at the awkward statement. 

“A man of the stars?” His own mouth was pulled into a grin as he placed another kiss along your neck, tongue darting out to tickle the shell of your ear.

“Starman.” Your fists gripped into his jacket, knuckles going white. If you held onto him tight enough perhaps you wouldn’t topple over the side of the planet and its weak sense of gravity. 

“I suppose that is what I am.” Your lips met again, his hot mouth working against yours until you didn’t need to open your eyes to see stars.

When he pulled away and you could breathe once more a memory crossed your mind.

“My dad used to love a movie called Starman. It was very old, even to him, but I remember watching it. Thinking how when it was made it was considered outlandish and sci-if.” 

Billy watched you recall this moment, eyes scanning your face as if he could read each thought from the minuscule muscle changes .

“It was about aliens?” 

“Yes. An alien, well- he comes to earth and has to figure out how to get home.” The heat in your cheeks wasn’t just from the kiss now.

How he watched you, intently listening as if hanging on every word. You’d never had this much undivided attention before in your life. Maybe that’s why you felt so uncertain to continue.

“And does he…get home?” His hand had moved to press against your wrist now. Pulse fluttering under his thumb. The digit soothingly caressing against your skin.

“Yes.” Your lips parted, tongue licking the bottom one before continuing. “But not before he falls in love.”

You didn’t know it was possible, but his dark eyes grew brighter. A flash of blue then that familiar blackish brown, lit up from something within.

“With a woman from earth.” 

All you could do was nod your head. The marble column pressed into your back, you could feel a film of sweat along your spine. 

If you had blinked you would’ve missed the faint twitch of his lips into a subtle smirk. Quick, but not teasing. No. More telling if anything.

“It seems the writers were ahead of their time with that one.” His hand unpinned your wrist, grazing along the fabric of your skirt, skimming tauntingly against your bare thigh. 

You made a noise from the back of your throat and his hand ceased all movement. Any sign of light in his eyes was replaced with a darkness that gobbled up all the remaining brightness.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words died in your throat. The heaviness of his hand, warm and present against your thigh. Fingers just brushing the inside enough to make you want to squirm. 

“And this Star man, he goes home. And never sees her again?” You swallowed thickly. In truth, yes that is exactly what happens. Why did it make your chest feel tight? 

Billy was on top of you now, your chests bumping against one another with each breath. Agonizing how you could smell him, his taste still on your lips. How were you to form a coherent thought when all you wanted was for him to tear this dress off of you?

“He does. But he-“ 

“He?” 

“Gives her a gift.” His lips parted in a gentle “ah”. Waiting. He knew. You KNEW he knew. But he was waiting for you to say it. “A baby.”

“Is that so.” 

With that you surged forward, fingers clasping into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp pulling him into you. Lips devouring each other like it truly was your last night here. 

He groaned as your nails grazed down his neck, tugging at his collar. He stepped forward pinning you firmly against the column and you could feel his excitement pressed to your thigh.

His fingers drew up and parted your skirt, until they found their mark. You moaned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Hand fisting into his dress shirt as his fingers delved between your legs.

“Billy” 

“Do you want me to do that?”

Your reply was a garbled nonsense of words and noise.

“Do you want me to give you a baby?”

Your mind wanted to battle, to say no- not yet. To remind him it wouldn’t be yours. Not to keep. That as soon as that happened he’d be gone.

That it was all moving so fast and yet not fast enough. The blood was pounding in your ears. You were helpless and hopeless in the worst way. 

And yet you knew resistance was futile.

“Yes.”

#billy russo #ben barnes #the punisher #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic #ben barnes character #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher au #frank castle #billy russo smut #billy russo x you #alien!billyrusso #alien!billy x human!reader #expanding galaxies #alien au #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[k-marzolf]

I’m gonna live forever;

title inspired by Irene Cara’s song Fame.

cw; hit man!Billy Russo, ADHD coded reader, kissing, a hint at Billy’s darker side, fem!reader.

summary; Billy is your neighbor that you’re enamored with, but what secrets is he hiding?

tagging; @terry2227 @kayhi808 @e-dubbc11 @bookloverfilmoholic @aoi-targaryen @firequeensposts @oops89 @thejanecampaign @littleblackcatinwonderland @zz-kennedy @fictional-hooman @cant-help-simping @tortilla-chips-and-allioli @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @danzer8705 @firexfate @rosaleenablack @idaofinfinity @russosafehaven @vaguekayla

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You see him with her in the drink aisle; she’s flirting as he grabs your favorite wine, and puts it in the cart. You feel the sting of jealousy; she’s beautiful.

She was like Snow White, or maybe some Twilight vampire, minus the sparkling. A Volturi member, ready to kill you for your blood. Or maybe—a fairy but ones with claws, and fangs. A human—you stop yourself as you go on yet another tangent.

You look down at yourself in your sweatpants and one of his PT shirts you’d swiped. You made a habit of stealing his clothes like a little gnome, they were comfortable. And they smelled like him. You casually make your way over, missing the way his eyes light up when he sees you.

You know your neighbor isn’t yours, but god you want him to be. Karen had seen him twirling you around in the hallway, with a glass of wine in your hands, somehow not spilling.

“I got the better wine.” He had husked in your ear, opening his apartment door.

“Are you sayin’ I have cheap wine, sir?” You had huffed.

He hummed, “‘I’m trying to catch a fairy.” He said, breath tickling your ear.

You had stumbled forward, nearly spilling the wine.

He laughed, “First day on your new legs, Ariel?” He said, helping you into the apartment.

“He’s an asshole, but a beautiful one, isn’t he?”

When you approach, the woman looks at you with disdain. But Billy wraps his arm around you, kissing your mouth, making your cheeks blaze, and eyebrows raise in surprise. “Hey, fairy.” He says, smiling at your wide eyed expression.

The woman curls her lip glaring at you, before she leaves the two of you. Not a vampire, then. He sighs once she’s gone. “What a pain in the ass. They only ever want my beauty. I’m a goddamn prize to them.” He admits in irritation.

“You could walk around with a bag over your head. Like Scarecrow. I’d dress up like Batman, too. You know, so you won’t be alone. Or a pumpkin like the headless horseman. We could put LED lights inside to give it the murder kitten vibe, and I could be Ichabod Crane, or—” You ramble, the train wreck gaining speed.

He cuts you off, kissing you mouth, tasting your iced coffee, and you make a surprised noise in the back of your throat.

He looks at you as he pulls back, and gives you a boyish grin, making butterflies erupt in your belly. “Wanna get some wine and snacks?” He asks you, pointing to the wine in the cart, enjoying your sweet smile.

“We could have a movie night, we could watch the Terminator, or Alien. Bloodthirsty aliens against a woman and her cat, I’m also not opposed to homicidal dinosaurs, or The Mummy, gets the ancient Egypt nerd in me happy—” You ramble.

Billy grins, cheeks dimpling. “Sounds good, fairy.”

You both agree no to rom-coms (you loathe those, something Karen never understood, “Romance and comedy, what could be better?” She asked you one time. “Criminal Minds. Serial killers and Spencer Reid,” you had deadpanned. Karen had blanched), so you and Billy decided to throw some movies in a bowl, and select one.

Forging relationships has always been difficult, due to you being so ditsy and a chatterbox.

Maybe with Billy, it doesn’t have to be.

x

“Young man?” An older lady stops Billy in his tracks as he moves to climb the stairs. Her hair is graying, and pulled up in a tight bun; she has laugh lines, and her eyes are warm.

“Yeah?” Billy asks, one foot on the step in front of him, body turned.

“Thank you for befriending her. I’ve always worried about how isolated she is. But she seems at ease with you. No one should be alone all the time.” She says, and Billy’s heart aches at the image of you alone with no one.

You peek from the top of the stairs, “Bill?” You say impatiently, giving him golden retriever energy.

“Comin’,” he says, turning back to the lady who shoos him up the stairs.

“What’d she want?” You ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet, noticing an outline of a knife in his combat boot.

Billy ruffles your hair distracting you, “Just worried about you.” He hums, kissing your cheek. “How about that movie night?”

You give him a sweet smile, giggling as he raced you down to the end of the hall where your shared apartment was, carrying chips and salsa.

He was going to steal your heart, you were sure of it.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

[dreamlandcreations]

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

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Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

#wip tag game #i'm the worst #🙈

[the-cult-of-russo]

Just Beneath The Flames (Part 11)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: I giveth and I taketh away lmaoooo Honestly, no fucking clue where this is going, I’m along for the ride just like you guys are. Settle in for some angst and shit.

You almost didn’t get this chapter today, I’ve literally only just finished writing it. I wound up with writer's block like a quarter of a way through and started to think the story was doomed. I got there in the end though looool I’m not sure if chap 12 will be up tomorrow though as I haven’t even started writing it yet and I have an appointment to have my bloods done tomorrow and I still feel like shit so… lmao

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You strolled around the perimeter, knife in hand as your eyes swept around diligently. It had been almost three weeks since you all moved into the oversized cabin and you’d all settled in nicely. The place was huge, the lower floor comprising of a massive living area, complete with large plush sofas and a big fireplace. The large kitchen was on the other side, the whole floor being open plan except for a couple of closets. The top two floors were bedrooms, each floor having a large bathroom. The Liebermans, Matt and Foggy had the rooms on the second floor while you were on the top floor along with Frank and Karen, Curtis and Billy. You hadn’t expected to share a room with Billy, especially after the disaster of the kiss you’d shared, but it still took some getting used to having your own room. You missed sharing a tent with him, the comfort it would bring you. But you knew even if you had to share a room here, there would be no comfort to be found. Not anymore. In the three weeks that passed, Billy had become more and more distant with you to the point he barely even spoke to you anymore. You’d accepted the fact he hadn’t actually wanted to kiss you, accepted the fact he’d used your feelings to get you to do what he wanted. None of that mattered in the grand scheme of things because the friendship you’d had with him, the bond you’d formed, it meant far more than any feelings you may have developed for him. But that bond seemed to not exist anymore and that hurt you more than anything. You’d hoped that once you all settled in, maybe he’d warm back up. Even if he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge the kiss, you thought you’d eventually be able to speak to him again in a way that had you two back on good terms, but it hadn’t happened. You’d come back with the others and you’d all set up and with each passing day, he spoke to you less and less and you really couldn't figure out just what you’d done to deserve it.

It hadn’t escaped the others how he was behaving either. You’d seen the frown on Frank’s face when Billy would purposely brush you off if you tried to initiate some conversation with him, seen how he’d glare at Billy. You saw the curious looks from the others and the sad look on Karen’s face and you weren’t sure what to do with it. It made you feel isolated and lonely, just like the odd one out all over again. The others cared and they made an effort, especially Karen. She’d taken up your time with Billy’s absence, keeping you company and you loved her for it. Frank was also never too far away and always making sure you were okay and you’d even made a habit out of hunting with Matt and you enjoyed his company. But none of that compared to what you’d shared with Billy. He was their family first and you knew if he turned around tomorrow and said he wanted you gone because he was sick of looking at you, they’d have to let it happen. You hated feeling this alienated all over again. A week after being here, Karen and you had been in the kitchen cooking dinner with actual electricity which had been a trip and she’d told you not to let him get to you. That he was just dealing with a lot after the whole Rawlins thing. You’d allowed her words to comfort you, naive and stupid that was all it was. You’d let it because you’d seen him sometimes when he didn’t know you were looking, that lost faraway gaze he held like he didn’t know what to do with himself. You knew it wasn’t easy, even if he had finally gotten what he wanted. That was part of the problem. Because once it was done, there was an air of finality to it all, a feeling of being adrift at sea once the long-term goal had been reached. So you’d waited patiently, stupidly hoping that one day he’d flash you that smile of his and say something playful just like he used to, but he just pulled away further. You’d given up hope now, it was pointless. You didn’t think you were a coward. You’d faced a lot of shit head-on with this new way of life, but the idea of confronting him outright wasn’t something you could bring yourself to do. The only conclusion you could draw from his behavior was that he knew how you felt about him, used it to his advantage and then regretted it, worrying he’d given you false hope or something. And now he just felt awkward being around someone he knew liked him as more than a friend. You couldn't blame him entirely. You knew you’d feel just as awkward if it turned out Matt or Foggy liked you that way although you wouldn't be such a rude dick about it. This past week he’d gone from being distant to occasionally being rude and you’d gotten sick of it. You missed him, missed your friendship and the comfort it had brought you. 

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, watching as the sun came up. You’d been taking watch more and more lately, your nights plagued with nightmares and bad thoughts. People hadn’t caught on at first, not noticing you offering to switch your shift with others and they’d been so grateful for the rest they hadn’t questioned it. But now, a few weeks in, you saw their concerned gazes when they realized you’d been on watch all night and barely had any sleep after. Once the sun was fully up, you sheathed your knife and trudged your way back to the house. The place itself was pretty perfect and you and Frank had even been talking about hitting up a garden center soon to get some fences put up and see if they had any crops to plant. It would be your dream to get that all set up, be more self-reliant. You guys could really make this place a home, you just wished you didn’t feel so empty inside. As you got around to the front of the house, you saw Frank and Billy through a couple of trees as they stood by the truck parked on the side of the road. Billy glanced up, his eyes locked onto yours and it made you bristle and you looked away quickly. Part of you wanted to be petty because of his behavior recently, to not look away until you made him feel awkward, but you couldn't. Your embarrassment over knowing that he knew how you felt about him and about the kiss outweighed the pettiness you felt. Annoyance prickled at you though at the idea of him trying to steal your garden center run off you. You’d barely been going on runs since you got here. Frank had given you excuses at first, saying things like there wasn’t enough room in the truck or he needed you here to keep an eye out. You’d bought it the first few times but started to get suspicious when it happened every single fucking time. Your suspicions were founded though as you overheard Billy telling Frank one day that he wouldn't be going on a run if you were there. You realized then that Billy had been the reason you were now excluded from runs. You tried not to let it bother you as you busied yourself here with all there was to do setting the place up and you still had your hunting, but it stung. This run though was yours, it was your idea to go and look for crops, to be able to grow your own food. You’d brought the idea to Frank and like fuck you were letting Billy kick you out of it. 

“Y/N!” you heard Frank call out as you walked to the front porch. You turned around and he gestured with his head for you to come over. You felt your body tense tightly, much the same way Billy seemed to as he gave Frank an unimpressed look. You trudged over as you prepared yourself for what he was going to say. If he told you that you’d be staying back from the run, you’d end up resorting to violence. 

“What’s up?” you asked as you got to them, making a point to not even glance Billy’s way. Frank's eyes flit over your face in a way that made you stuff your hands into your pockets and shrink a little. 

“Karen said you took watch again last night,” he murmured, a concerned almost fatherly tone to his voice.

“Yeah?” you asked, looking confused as you shrugged at him. 

“I think it’s great you wanna help out and all but… but I think you need to take a break,” he frowned. 

“I can handle it, Frank,” you sighed.

“Of course you can,” Billy scoffed and your eyes snapped to him with such fire behind them he actually recoiled for a second. 

“Something you wanna say, Russo?” you asked scathingly and he once again looked taken aback by the harshness of your tone for less than a moment before his face hardened. 

“You’re gonna wind up getting us all killed,” he growled.

“Seriously?” you asked with an eye roll.

“You’ve been on watch every night for almost a week straight and you have an hour sleep at most after. What happens when your body gives out from exhaustion? What happens if you fall asleep when you’re supposed to be keepin’ us safe?” he asked roughly.

“Do you think I’m that stupid? Do you really think I’d do it if I didn’t think I could handle it, that I’d put everyone at risk?” you asked, offense coloring your face. Even if you wanted to escape your treacherous thoughts, you wouldn’t do it at the expense of your group's safety. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” despite his shitty attitude lately, you really hadn’t expected such malicious words to leave his lips and you felt white hot rage flow through you, your ears ringing. Before you knew what you were even doing, your knife was unsheathed, gripped in your hand as you took a menacing step towards him. Frank quickly got between you two, shaking his head.

“That’s enough, guys!” he chided with a deep frown. Your eyes hadn’t left Billy though and a slow and dark smirk spread across his face, he looked almost amused at you with your knife, something sinister shining behind his dark eyes. 

“You really think you can stand there and judge me for the shit I’ve done? For failing the people I cared about? Maybe you should take a long look in the mirror, Billy, ‘cause I’m not the only one that’s failed people,” you hissed viciously. His smirk melted right off his face, his eyes flashing dangerously as he stood up taller, but Frank put a hand on his chest, shoving him back roughly as he still stood between you. At the back of your mind, you felt a pang of guilt knowing the people you were referring to were the family of the very man who was currently trying to break up the fight between you. Frank either didn’t connect the dots or he didn’t bother to look into it. 

“I said enough!” he bellowed. He gave you a very unimpressed look before he turned and looked at Billy. You smirked inwardly, noticing the look he directed at his best friend was scathing, much worse than the one he’d given you. Billy’s eyes hardened, the two men glaring at each other for a moment and you had a feeling they were doing that thing again where they spoke without words. Either way, Billy scoffed and shook his head, giving you one last glower before he moved away, stomping to the trees. You noticed then he had his bow and arrows with him and in spite, you hoped he wouldn't find a damn thing when he went out there. 

Frank sighed deeply, his body relaxing once Billy was gone and you sheathed your knife roughly, still feeling anger at how Billy had treated you. You didn’t want to stick around and get a lecture from Frank about your attitude or about how you’d been taking watch too much so you turned on your heel and started walking to the house.

“What the hell happened with you two?” Frank asked, stopping you in your tracks.

“I don’t know, Frank. He’s your best friend, why don’t you ask him?” you asked sourly, turning to face him once more. He was frowning as he looked at you.

“I tried askin’ him. Tried ‘til I was blue in the goddamn face but he just says he don’t wanna talk about it, so I’m askin’ you,” he said pointedly, raising a brow and you clenched your jaw. You were a little surprised he hadn’t told Frank about the kiss or anything, figuring as his best friend, he probably would have. The only reason you hadn’t told Karen was because it was weird considering Billy had been her family way before you’d been in the picture, but you’d wanted to tell her just to get it off your chest.

“Before you guys hit Rawlins, he kissed me. He kissed me and then when you guys came back out, he was different,” you muttered. Frank blinked rapidly, confusion and shock all over his face as he glanced to where Billy had disappeared through the trees before back at you. It seemed like you rendered him speechless for a moment and you didn’t want to stand here and talk about the fact you’d been kissed by someone you cared about, only to end up treated like this.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him or why he’s being such an asshole, but keep him the hell away from me. If he tries to use my past against me like that again, you won't be around to stop my knife being buried in his neck,” you hissed, turning around and stomping over to the porch and up the steps. You knew it wasn’t true though. No matter how much he would hurt you, you knew you could never hurt him like that, not physically at least. And you’d feel bad for how you spoke to Frank later, knowing he was only trying to help. You were over it all. 

It was only as you got to the top of the porch stairs that you noticed Zach was sitting on the porch with a comic and he gave you a sad smile. You felt a bit shitty then behaving that way in front of him and you gave him a weak smile in return, feeling yourself deflate before you slipped inside. You ended up hiding out in your room for a while, not wanting to bump into Billy when he came back from hunting. After a few hours of you laying on your bed feeling sorry for yourself, your door knocked before Karen slipped inside, giving you a tentative smile. You smiled back, sitting up and leaning against the headboard as she moved inside and sat on your bed. 

“You should have told me that Billy kissed you,” she frowned, being blunt like she always was. You hadn’t expected her to come in here and talk about that, you’d figured she was just checking on you.

“Frank told you then,” you murmured, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks.

“Of course he did. I feel awful, Y/N. All this time I’ve been making excuses for him and it turns out he kissed you, which just makes it even worse what he’s doing now,” she huffed, shaking her head. While it was slightly embarrassing she knew, you were partly grateful because now you could vent to her about it all. You’d been keeping it all locked inside and it had been killing you. 

“I just… I don’t get it. At first after he… and how he acted after… I just thought that he didn’t like me that way, that he kissed me just so I wouldn’t go near Rawlins. We both know what he’s like, he’s not above lying or manipulation to get what he wants. If he thinks he’s doing the right thing then it’s worth it to him. And the idea of him using my own feelings against me sucked but I got it, I wasn’t mad. When he started pulling away I figured I made him awkward. Like he saw me as a little sister or something and he knew how I felt now so he was uncomfortable. But now he’s just acting like an asshole and honestly, it doesn't matter how I feel about him, I don’t think I deserve that,” you frowned, hurt lacing your voice. She scooted closer to you, taking your hand that had been anxiously picking at a thread on your jeans.

“You don’t deserve that. I really don’t know what’s gotten into him. I didn’t know him before… before the Castles, but Frank told me he hadn’t been the same since what happened to them. And before the world fell, he didn’t really do relationships, he was a bit of a player. He finds it hard to let people in, to trust them. It took him a while to even accept Matt and Foggy. But with you… he just clicked with you and sometimes, it was like he trusted you just as much as he trusted Frank. It surprised all of us. I don’t… I don’t understand why he’s doing this now,” she muttered sadly. 

“I really thought we could try to get our friendship back on track. I thought that maybe if he warmed up a bit, I could show him I could hide my feelings and we could move past it all. But now… he knows I care about him yet he’s hurting me and I’m not gonna sit there and let him,” you sighed and Karen squeezed your hand.

“Maybe I could talk to him-” she started softly and you shook your head quickly.

“No. No, it’s too awkward. I’ll just stay out of his way and hopefully he’ll stay out of mine. Maybe he’ll stop being an asshole and we can go back to being strangers,” you muttered tensely. The idea made your chest ache but it would be better than whatever the fuck this was now. You hated him being so cruel to you like this and you knew it would only make things bad for everyone else in the group. You weren’t the type to sit there and let someone be rude to you, no matter who it was. You knew if he kept up with his bullshit, the pair of you were going to have some very bad fights and you didn’t want the others to have to put up with that, especially not the kids. You changed the subject after that, asking Karen what she was planning for dinner and luckily, she’d let you steer the talk away from Billy. After a while, she left but not before informing you that you wouldn’t be on watch tonight so you knew you were in for a rough night. Deciding not to dwell on it, you got off your ass and left your room since you had laundry duty. Karen had offered to do it for you so you could get some rest but you had politely declined. If you slept now there would be no way you’d sleep tonight. 

You went downstairs and grabbed the large basket that held all the dirty laundry in it, hauling it up before you left out of the back door in the kitchen. The creek that had been near your old camp ran through here too and wasn’t too far from the back of the cabin. You’d all decided it was best to clean the clothes there instead of using the water in the cabin as you didn’t want to push your luck with it. You had no idea if it would crap out on you eventually. When you got to the creek, you tried to let the sounds of nature soothe you as you got to work. You emptied the clothes from the basket, a bar of soap in the bottom of it. The air was cold but the water was colder and you tried to ignore how it bit into your hands as you started to wash the clothes, wetting them before getting them soapy and rinsing them again. It took what felt like forever and your hands were numb when you were done. You tossed the wet clothes back into the basket haphazardly before making your way to the side of the cabin where a makeshift clothesline hung between the trees. You got the clothes off it that had been drying since the last laundry shift, them taking longer to dry in the cold. You chucked them in a pile on a rock before you started to hang up the newly wet clothes and then you started to fold all the other dry clothes up neatly, sorting them into piles before putting them into the basket. You picked up the basket and started making your way around the front of the house, but as you got to the corner, you noticed Billy sitting on the porch steps. You quickly ducked back behind the corner before he saw you, rolling your eyes at your own cowardice to even face him. You felt too raw and you didn’t want to have to deal with him being cruel to you again. You heard the front door open and close and you hoped Billy had gone inside, but you were wrong.

“Hey, uncle Billy,” Zach murmured and it sounded like he sat beside Billy.

“Hey, little man,” Billy replied softly. You glanced to the other end of the house, deciding on just going around the back and through the kitchen. You had no desire to stay here and listen in. Well, you hadn’t until Zach said something that made your feet take root to the floor.

“Why are you so mean to Y/N?” he asked bluntly. Your hands tightened around the basket and you could just imagine the curious look on the boy's face. You hated that it had been something he’d noticed, hated the tension the group could see. Billy was silent for a long moment and you started to wonder if he would even answer him. You wouldn't lie and say you weren’t curious about his answer, wanting one yourself.

“It’s just… grown up stuff,” Billy replied tensely and you had to clamp your mouth closed as you almost scoffed at the cop out answer. 

“Grown up stuff?” Zach asked, he himself sounding like he knew it was a pile of shit.

“It’s complicated, alright?” Billy sighed.

“How is it complicated? You used to be close friends and now you’re just mean to her. She never smiles anymore and she's always just sad. Sometimes… sometimes she cries when she takes watch at night,” Zach murmured sadly and your head whipped to the side as if you’d be able to see through the building right to him. You felt shame burrow deep inside of you that he somehow knew about that and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. 

“What?” Billy asked slowly.

“Sometimes… I can’t sleep at night. So I sit by my window to look at the stars and… I’ve seen her sometimes… crying by the trees,” Zach answered quietly. You swallowed thickly, cursing yourself for being so stupid. Although in your defense, you’d hardly expected anyone to be able to see you. It hadn’t happened too often but sometimes the whole thing got too much for you. It hadn’t just been Billy to make you cry but it hadn’t really helped with all your already existing issues. Billy didn’t reply to that and you wondered what was going through his head. You hated the idea of him having more ammunition to throw at you at some point, the idea of him throwing this in your face would be humiliating. 

“I might not be a grown up and maybe I don’t get it ‘cause I’m a kid but… mom always tells me and Leo to be kind to people, that they have their own struggles. I don’t know why you and Y/N aren’t friends anymore but you might wanna be kinder to her. This new world is scary… you don’t know how long she’ll be around,” with those ominous parting words you didn't think a kid would be capable of, it sounded like he got up and went inside. You heard Billy blow out a breath and you frowned to yourself, forcing yourself to walk to the other end of the house to go through the back, not wanting Billy to catch you there. You’d thought the kids were doing okay but the way Zach spoke made you think he was becoming a little jaded and you hated it. 

You walked through the back door and surprisingly, Zach was already in the kitchen with Sarah and Karen who were getting started on dinner. You felt your cheeks flush at remembering his words and he came over to you, giving you a smile.

“Can I help?” he asked, glancing to the basket in your hands.

“It’s okay, I got it,” you said, a grateful smile on your face. He frowned a little though and you felt bad.

“Actually… you could take these up. These are for everyone on your floor,” you murmured as you got out the clothes that belonged to everyone on the second floor. He grinned then, looking happy to be useful and you wondered if he was starting to feel a little like a spare part here. If he was getting to the age where he wanted to start to feel useful and to be doing stuff to help out. He took the pile of clothes at the same time the front door opened. Your eyes flit over to see Billy come in but you looked away before he saw you, not wanting him to start anything. You could feel his eyes burning into you as Zach took the clothes before he trotted off up the stairs. 

“Dinner won’t be too long,” Sarah murmured, squeezing your arm as she smiled at you and you nodded.

“I’ll just finish up with these,” you replied. As you made your way to the stairs, Billy was now nowhere to be found so you mused he’d gone to his room. You went to the third floor, going into the rooms and placing people's clothes on their bed. The rule was that if they were in the room, you didn’t just walk in, but you knew everyone else was downstairs so it was fine. You went in and out of the rooms before all that was left was yours and Billy’s clothes. You decided to go and put yours away first, getting it out of the way. You walked into your room, setting the basket on the bed before you put your clothes away. You stared at the clothes in the basket left, a dull ache starting in your chest. One hand came up to the necklace still around your neck that you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to take off. It was comforting and painful all at the same time with it still on and your fingers toyed with the moon pendant for a second before you sighed and slipped it back under your top. You grabbed the basket with one hand, Billy’s clothes in the other. You knew he was in his room so you’d just leave them outside. You would have done anyway, not wanting to just walk into his room even if he wasn’t in there. Just as you got to his door, it opened and you blinked up at him as he looked mildly shocked to see you. Your jaw set then, your eyes averting his. A petty part of you wanted to toss his neatly folded clothes to his feet but you pushed it down, holding his clothes out to him without looking at him or saying a word.

“Thanks…” he murmured, his voice soft and quiet as he took them from you. Not wanting to stick around in case he decided to start being a dick again, you turned away and started walking down the hall. 

“Y/N,” his voice stopped you and you tensed, knuckles turning white with how hard you were clutching the basket. You turned around apprehensively and he was standing outside of his door. His eyes didn’t land on you, looking everywhere else instead as he stood there rigidly and rolled his shoulder.

“I uh…” his mouth floundered for a moment and stupid hopeful part of you wondered if he might apologize for how he’d been behaving after Zach’s words. That maybe it had shown him just how shitty he was being. 

“It… it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, his brows creasing a little. You shook your head, a bitter smile painting your lips before you turned away once more and made your way down the stairs. You should know better than to be hopeful about anything. You tried to ignore the stinging disappointment as you went and put the basket where it belongs in the kitchen before walking into the living area where everyone usually had dinner. There were three big sofas and two armchairs but it still wasn't room for everyone. The kids were in their usual spot on the plush fur rug by the fireplace as they ate, their parents on one of the sofas. Matt and Foggy were on another sofa and Curtis was sitting in an armchair. Karen was handing out food, Frank on the last sofa with a spot for her and for Billy and you took residence on the other armchair that you’d practically claimed as yours. You gave Karen a smile as she handed you a bowl of soup and you dug into it. You all ate together but you didn’t sit around waiting for everyone to be seated to eat. Billy came down a few minutes later and you felt your appetite wane as he glanced over at you. He moved over to sit with Frank who gave him a look before Karen gave him his soup. 

The next day, you were standing by the truck as you made sure you had all of your stuff ready. Dinner the night before had been as awkward as it usually was when someone was purposely not talking to you but you had decided to just ignore it. You were excited for the run today, your run, and you and Frank were by the truck as you waited for Micro to come out as he’d be joining you both. You had no idea if you’d find what you were looking for there but it was worth a try and you were excited to just get out for once. You were sick of Billy stopping you going on runs. Micro came out, a lopsided grin on his face directed at you and Frank as he came over, shuffling the backpack on his shoulder. 

“We ready to go?” he asked. He also looked excited to go out. He hadn’t been in a while as he'd been with Sarah but you were pretty sure she was feeling a little smothered since she’d been adamant he came along. 

“Yep,” you grinned as Micro hopped into the bed of the truck, excitement thrumming through you as you glanced to Frank. He had a weird look on his face like he was deep in thought and you are about to ask him what was wrong. That was before the front door opened and you looked over, seeing Billy walking right towards the truck, his knife and gun on him. You narrowed your eyes, head whipping to Frank who shifted on his feet.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered to him and he gave you a sheepish look, unable to meet your eyes.

“He really wanted to come,” he shrugged and you scoffed.

“And I’ve really wanted to go on a bunch of runs since being here and I’ve not been able to go ‘cause his Highness didn’t want me there,” you hissed. His eyes snapped to you then, shocked and slightly guilty. You’d never told Frank you’d overheard his conversation with Billy that day, you’d just allowed him to feed you his bullshit excuses until you stopped bothering to ask to go along.

“Y/N,” Frank started, guilt coating his voice but he was cut off as Billy finally got to the truck.

“Ready?” he asked, looking at Frank and not at you. 

“You’re not coming,” you bit out, giving him a sour look. He dragged his dark eyes to you then, an amused and patronizing smirk on his lips.

“Is that right?” he asked teasingly and your eyes narrowed to slits.

“We could use another set of hands here, Y/N,” Frank tried to soothe, giving you a look that asked you to drop it.

“Then ask Matt to come,” you muttered blandly.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but your little blind boyfriend’s busy,” Billy smirked coldly and your brows almost flew off your head as you looked at him.

“Jesus Christ, that's enough! Stop with the jealous, petty bullshit, Bill. And Y/N, I know this is your run but I could use his help. You’ll go off with Micro to get your shit, I’ll take Bill to help with mine. Stop actin’ like a pair of fuckin’ kids,” Frank snapped, giving you both a firm look before he hopped into the driver’s side and slammed the door. You pursed your lips feeling like a scolded child but through the embarrassment, your brain wondered why Frank told Billy to stop being jealous. You didn’t even spare Billy a look as you moved around to the other side of the truck, opening the door and climbing in. You figured Billy would hop into the truck bed and sit with Micro and you were looking forward to the distance. It didn’t happen that way though as he grabbed the door as you tried to pull it shut and you squinted at him.

“Move up,” he smirked. You were sure your right eye twitched but not wanting to annoy Frank any more than you had, you shot him a glower before sliding up next to Frank in the middle of the seat. Billy climbed in after you and you found yourself smushed against Frank’s side just so you didn’t touch Billy. You didn’t miss the shake of Frank’s head as he sighed, giving Billy a look over your head before he put the truck in drive and pulled out. 

The ride was too uncomfortable. You knew if it had just been you and Frank it would have been full of talk and banter, it would have been a good time. But this run you’d been looking forward to was now tarnished by the long-legged asshole sitting next to you and you knew he’d sat next to you just to piss you off as he sat there with his legs spread, taking up as much room as possible. You wanted to kill Frank for agreeing to let him come. The trip seemed to last forever and you decided that on the way back, you’d be sitting with Micro in the truck bed. It was less comfortable in the physical sense but there was no way in hell you were doing this again. Halfway there and Frank and Billy started talking among themselves about nothing in particular and you tried to tune it out as you wished for the truck to speed up. But then Billy shifted, his leg knocking into yours and your head snapped to him, eyes narrowed to slits as annoyance prickled you all over. He looked at you, his face impassive as his cold eyes pinned you in place. You refused to look away though, glaring at him and at your unwavering gaze, he raised a brow before an amused smile curled on his lips that had you almost throttling him.

“I swear to god, Bill. You wanna act like a damn child, I’ll treat you like one. You need me to turn this truck around and take you home?” Frank asked annoyed, a stern face as he glanced over to Billy who blinked at his friend, mild shock on his face. It didn’t last too long then as defiance crossed his face, his eyes hardening as he glared at Frank who was simultaneously glowering at him and trying to keep his eye on the road. When Billy didn’t move an inch, Frank slammed on the brakes so hard you yelped, hands reaching to the dashboard so you didn’t hit it and you heard Micro shout something from the back.

“Get in the back with Micro,” Frank demanded and you blinked at him before looking at Billy who snorted.

“That’s a joke, right?” he asked, sounding far too amused. Frank didn't laugh, didn’t even crack a smile.

“Does it look like I’m fuckin’ around to you?” he asked and you were surprised by the severity of his tone, the harsh look directed at his friend. Billy also looked shocked before he scoffed, shaking his head before he got out and slammed the door hard before he climbed into the back. You finally felt like you could breathe and you slid over, able to now sit comfortably without squashing Frank. You weren’t sure why you were the one feeling embarrassed, after all, it was Billy who had been acting like a child. But the whole thing made you feel a little awkward and uncomfortable. Frank looked in the rearview and once he saw Billy was situated he started driving again.

“You can punch him if you want, I wouldn’t blame you,” he muttered after a while. You smiled to yourself, leaning your head on the cold glass of the window. 

“I doubt it would help,” you shrugged, although with the way you were currently feeling, you knew it would probably make you feel a bit better.

“Want me to do it?” Frank asked, a sly grin on his face. You had no idea if he was serious or not but you snorted and shook your head.

“I’ll get back to you on that one,” you smiled and he chuckled. You relaxed in your seat now and felt much better. You hoped once you got there, Frank would keep him the hell away from you. 

“I know… I know you’re probably mad at me for lettin’ him come. In my defense, I told him no a million times but we know what he’s like. Woulda fuckin’ turned up anyway, figured it’d be easier this way. Asked him to behave himself but I’m not sure why the fuck I thought he’d listen,” he frowned with a shake of his head. 

“It’s fine, as long as he sticks with you, I’ll be okay,” you murmured. While you weren’t exactly happy with Frank letting him come, you knew he was right. And you knew you were putting Frank in a tough spot here since Billy was his best friend. You were surprised he’d been sticking up for you as much as he had been but then again, Frank was a good man and even though Billy was his best friend, he wouldn’t stand there and let him be a dick for no reason.

When Frank finally got to your destination you leaned closer to the glass to see it. The building was huge, looking almost like a large greenhouse, the whole place made of glass and metal beams. It was surrounded by a high chain link fence and Frank pulled right into the car park. You hopped out of the truck as the others all got ready and you noticed a few large trucks on the far end of the car park, Micro saying something about how they might have shit in them from the last delivery. Frank was telling everyone the plans but movement through the glass at the front of the store caught your eye. You couldn't see through the glass as it was covered in grime, dirt and what looked like blood. You stepped closer, trying to see if you could gauge how many of the dead might be in there but then your eyes widened as you got a little closer and you took a quick step back. 

“I uh… we might have a problem,” you muttered, eyes not leaving the building as the guys all turned to you.

“What is it?” Frank asked, the three men moving to stand next to you. 

“Holy shit,” Billy breathed at the same time as Frank’s “What the fuck?” The dirt from the windows was being smeared away, revealing a sea of the dead inside that were pawing at the glass. There were so many and you felt yourself deflate a little. You knew someone had to put them here, just like the ones that had been locked in the carpark at the baby store. With how dirty the glass seemed though, this seemed to have happened a while ago. You really wished people would stop locking herds away like this because you seemed to end up having to deal with it.

“Guess we ain’t goin’ in there,” Billy mused darkly and you tried not to let the disappointment eat at you too much. You should have known something would go wrong, you’d been far too hopeful that you’d be able to get some crops out of this.

“Well… we could still look in the trucks, right? I mean, there might be some stuff there?” Micro asked hopefully. You nodded numbly, letting Frank put his hand on your back as he guided you away from the dead that seemed to be mocking you from behind the glass. Frank tossed Billy the truck keys so he could drive it up closer to the delivery trucks with them being so far away and you walked with Micro and Frank to them. Your annoyance of Billy’s presence had all but dissipated with how despondent you felt over this. When you got to the trucks, Frank used his knife to jimmy open the back door, pushing the rolling door upwards to reveal piles of bags. He hopped inside and you moved over to the door, noticing it was full of compost as Frank climbed over the bags and rummaged around.

“Nothin’ else in here,” he muttered, just as Billy parked up and came over. 

“The compost is good though. Even if we don’t get any crops today, it’d be handy to have for when we find some,” you mused, trying your hardest to look on the bright side. Frank gave you a smile, grabbing a bag and handing it to you and you moved to put it on the bed of the truck. Billy went and opened the second truck as Frank handed you another bag and you continued to load a few into the truck bed. You were curious about what he’d found but didn’t want to ask him. You didn’t have to wait for long though.

“Buncha seeds, but they all look like flowers,” he frowned, hopping out of the truck. You climbed inside to check yourself and he looked almost offended. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him but you wanted to check he hadn’t missed anything. He hadn’t been the one to arrange this run, the one to be so hopeful about finding things to be able to be self sustainable. You grabbed the packets, looking them over quickly and discarding them as you went. Roses, tulips, forget-me-nots. You huffed a sigh as you tossed them, getting frustrated when you found nothing useful. A loud shrill sound made you drop a packet as you jumped and you quickly jumped out of the truck.

“David! What the fuck?!” Billy yelled and you soon realized that Micro had opened the last truck, only to set the alarm off. It was loud and made your brain hurt and you covered your ears as a frantic looking Frank moved over to the front door of the truck. The door wouldn't open and he ripped his jacket off, balling it around his hand before he punched the window to break it. He quickly unlocked the door, hopping in as he tried to kill the very loud noise that would be drawing in dead ones from a five mile radius. Another noise hit your ears then as you watched the men clamber to try and shut the truck off and you stepped away from the truck, the noise itching the back of your brain as it was familiar to you. You couldn't place it. But then you heard it again even louder and your eyes drifted to the front of the store, horror sweeping right though you when you saw a large crack that seemed to spread from the bottom where the roamers were hungrily hitting the glass at the noise, all the way up, getting bigger and branching off. For a moment, you froze completely, eyes wide as if waiting for a tidal wave to sweep you up and carry you out to sea. 

“Guys?” you called out, your chest feeling tight. They didn’t hear you over the alarm and they were already yelling at each other as they tried to turn the alarm off. 

“Guys?!” you bellowed more forcefully, just as the alarm stopped going off and your ears felt weird at the sensation.

“What?” they all called back simultaneously. 

“We’ve got a bigger problem,” you swallowed thickly, your voice wobbling a little. The grave nature of your voice had them all rushing from the front of the truck and as if waiting for them to arrive, the glass at the front of the store shattered into a million tiny little fragments. There was a beat of silence, everyone stood in shock, before a wave of the dead poured out. This was the most you’d seen in a very long time. Blind fear rushed through you, making you feel cold and your feet took root to the floor as Frank started yelling to get in the truck. Billy suddenly grabbed you, hauling you up like a sack of potatoes before he hopped into the bed of the truck with you, Frank driving and Micro in the front. The tires screamed as he put his foot down and the truck spun around since it had been facing the wrong way and you almost flew right out of the truck until Billy grabbed you, forcing you to sit on the floor. 

The truck stopped and Billy started shooting some of them as they advanced, getting them in the head as they fell to the floor.

“There’s too many,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head as your eyes flit around. They were blocking the entrance and you knew even if you used your bow and the others all used their guns, it wouldn’t be enough and would only leave you with no ammo.

“Hold on!” Frank called out and you knew he had his window open since you heard him clear enough. You didn’t have time to process his words before he accelerated again and you gripped the side of the truck to steady yourself as he took off. Your heart was hammering away, hoping he wasn’t choosing to mow through the dead. There were so many of them, you knew the truck would get stuck. Instead, Billy suddenly shoved you to lay on the floor, his body over yours and before you had a chance to understand why he'd done it, you felt the impact as Frank rammed right through the fence, plowing it right down. The truck slowed for a mere moment before he tore out of there and the deafening chorus of the dead started to fade away as you lay there. Billy rolled off you, the pair of you lay side by side as you panted and you felt dizzy from the adrenaline of it all.

“Fuck,” he muttered breathlessly and you nodded at the sentiment. After about five minutes of Frank speeding down the road, he eventually slowed before he pulled over. You knew the dead wouldn't catch up and you could only hope they wouldn't all stay in a clump and come your way at some point, but you thought the cabin would be far enough away that you’d avoid it.

“Everyone alright?” Frank asked as he climbed out of the truck, Micro following suit. None of you had been close enough to the dead to have been hurt but you appreciated Frank asking anyway.

“Other than the heart attack I’m currently having? Peachy,” you snorted as you sat up. Billy sat up to, running a hand through his disheveled hair. With that drama out of the way and the threat in the distance, the disappointment clung to you desperately once again.

“I’m sorry, Frank,” you sighed with a deep frown. Not only had you been the one to convince him to come here and it turned out to be a bust, but you all could have died over this. 

“Nah, none of that bullshit, alright? It was worth a try. And besides, we got… we got the compost so, it wasn’t a complete waste,” he smiled at you but his words were firm. 

“That wasn’t all we got,” Micro grinned and you all turned to him then as he grabbed something from his pocket. He held out a packet and you took it, a beaming smile splitting your face when you saw it was potato seeds. 

“Where did you-? How?” you asked, turning your happy face to him. He looked so proud of himself.

“They were in the last truck, managed to grab ‘em before all hell broke loose,” he snorted. You hopped over the side of the truck, grabbing him in a hug that made him laugh.

“Thank you,” you grinned, squeezing him for a moment before you let him go. Frank clapped you on the back as Micro climbed into the truck bed once more.

“It’s a start, right?” Frank asked, a genuine smile on his face at your happiness. You nodded, clutching the packet tightly in your hands. It was a start. It might not have been all you’d hoped for but it was more than you left with. You really couldn't wait to get started with planting. You hoped one day, you’d have a bunch of crops and you wouldn't have to worry about food so much. As you got into the truck next to Frank, you smiled down at the packet in your hand, thinking about the future and that maybe, you might all have a chance at a real life after all.

 

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Pairing: Billy Russo x g/n! reader

Word Count: 511 words

Outline: Billy scolds you at a party after an encounter with an old friend.

A/N: ariel, my love, I hope you will enjoy, please tell me why you picked billy 👀

Warnings: alcohol/alcoholism, slightly toxic situation.

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"No."

His voice is firm and demanding echoing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your face. You could smell how intoxicated he was yet that wasn't any excuse. Agitated you slam his hand on your arm away and turn to face him with a strict expression on your face.

"Billy, stop." You say firmly and push him slightly away. Some people were turning around the room to look at you, the last thing you wanted to do was cause a scene.

"You're disrespecting me," Billy growls back at you, his pupils darkened and his stare intense.

"I'm not, I was just talking to an old friend." He rolls his eyes and straightens his posture, a stray streak of hair falling on his face.

"That's bullshit, love and you know it." It was time for you to roll your eyes, you sigh deeply and cross your arms around your chest.

"He is just the handsy type, not everyone is the same you know." Billy swallows a lump in his throat and just uses his hand to push the stray hair away.

"You think I'm blind? I can't tell when a man wants you or not?" Not this again, you think to yourself.

Billy was a brilliant man, handsome and intelligent but he was the jealous type. He had promised he'd change and even though he had made steps to do so, his passion for alcohol always made his brain blurry. He wasn't having a grand time, it was only this week he got dispatched from the field and the idea of working on the ground brought him pain, you knew that. But you wished you weren't the punching bag. Billy sighs as he takes a step back shaking his head.

"You are just like the rest of them." He continues, profound aggression in his voice that leaves you cold and alienated.

"Billy, take that back right now. You're insulting me." Billy's face remains serious for a minute but is as if lighting takes a charge and he grabs your arm pulling you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He proclaims but by his body posture, nobody could ever tell.

"You are mine, I refuse to share." He's firm, he holds you tight, his lips one second away from your face. You nod your head at him, knowing very well this isn't him. But your patience was wearing thin. How often could you do this? Have a fight like this in public and makeup again?

"I am and so are you. Please, don't doubt this." He needs that confirmation in his most confused and vulnerable state. His eyes remain on you burning circles deep within and without wasting any more time he crushes his lips against yours.

It wasn't right but it wasn't wrong, tomorrow you two might argue, you might convince him to take care of his drinking problem and he might actually listen to you. But tonight you were his in that room filled with old friends and he was all yours.

If only love could be easier…

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The Chase

alien!Billy Russo x Reader

moodboard by@brdom

Plot: They came from the stars and offered salvation, but nothing comes without a price...

Warnings: as always, at the end. You can search for the rest with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post.

You are old enough to remember the time before them.

The self-destruction of humanity knew no boundaries, we were polluting the air and poisoning our planet even when it was almost impossible to breathe. Food had to be grown in greenhouses, animals were kept in artificial farms and zoos where even the sun was fake.

Earth was dying and we were digging our own graves.

They arrived at the last moment. Viewing us as foolish children who needed guidance. They were an unknown species, hunters, predators, so similar to us, yet so different.

Humans fear that more than anything, the unknown.

There were riots and acts of war but our weapons proved to be ineffective, to say the least. As the initial panic died down and they didn't retaliate for our unprovoked attacks, the people seemed to settle with the idea of the friendly aliens and turned to them with a new hope. Their offer still stood and we accepted.

Running, that's all you knew for weeks. You were chosen.

You were about to be one of those who had to pay the price for humanity's survival. But you were preparing for this as soon as the deal was made. You were crafty before, but you feared this would happen so you used your time until you became of age, learning to survive and hunt like them.

Most of the chosen were caught within a few hours, the sounds of their mating haunted you even now. You are pretty sure there are only three of you now.

A fragile-looking redhead you spied across the river once and an exotic beauty chased by one of those hunters with the red markings. Your heart came to a stop when you found yourself face to face with him, he was looking at you with unseeing eyes but he wasn't interested in you so as soon as he confirmed you weren't the one for him it took only a blink of an eye for him to disappear without a trace.

You had no chance to escape the chase, you knew it. The inevitable was undeniably clear when you opened your eyes to a foreign planet. Only the most prized and most dangerous were taken off-world for the hunt. You wondered how they knew? You kept your training secret, there was never even a moment where anyone suspected you to be a runaway.

Almost snorting at that ridiculous monicker. Runaway would assume that you had a good place where you ran from and it sounded like an association to a runaway bride.

Your stomach turned at the thought, or maybe it was from the hunger. This is not what you've been preparing for. Eating something dangerous was in the cards every time you took the chance. One of the berries was actually a hallucinogen and you found out the hard way.

This was hopeless, the only decision to be made is which way you actually execute giving up. You were eyeing that knife you stole from a sleeping male, you've never been so close to one of them, it was a risky move but you needed it.

You needed options, even if it was just an illusion of control. It calmed down your frantic heart and chaotic thoughts a little. That irking feeling of your hunter being close got worse and worse every moment. It's like you were already connected, even if you never met him before.

It wasn't long until you heard him and that was when you were forced to make a decision. Fight or flight?

Running, that's all you knew for weeks. You were chosen.

He chose you but you didn't choose him so if he wanted you, he had to work for it.

You made traps a few days ago, deciding to stick to a certain area where you had a hiding place, water and some food you tried before and didn't feel bad after it.

Hearing one of your traps go off, you make the mistake of looking back and your heart drops at the sight of the slightly turned male behind you.

You stop. There is no way you could outrun him. As he gets closer his skin turns lighter from midnight black and his bones move under his skin as his figure seems to shrink while his body takes on a more human-like form.

He walks through another trap, pulling out the spikes from his side like they were annoying little splinters. You watch, fascinated by how fast the wounds heal.

When he is close enough to reach out for you something snaps in you and you attack him with the knife. It takes him by surprise but you don't like the smirk that follows.

You manage to get one more stab in before he has you on the ground, trapped underneath him. He secured your wrists in one of his hands, throwing the knife away after he inspected it with another smirk.

He leans in close and your breath hitches at the touch. He nuzzles your throat, slowly brushing his porcelain-like skin against yours.

"Hmm. I chose well." It sounded like a purr and maybe it was because you felt his body vibrate against you. He was speaking with no accent but the sounds came from deeper, like his throat and chest resonated at once, creating a haunting, lulling echo of each syllable.

"What's wrong, little one? Cat got your tongue?" You could swear his impossibly dark eyes glinted at you like he was sharing an inner joke. All you could do is stare at him while he was caressing your face and down to your neck with his dangerously sharp black claws that started to tear at your clothes.

When you found your voice there was only one word that mattered, it came out in a whisper.

"Russo." That's the name your people gave to their leader, the male that pines you down now and will claim you as his in a few moments.

He snorts at the name, he got used to it over the years but it still felt foreign. If the silly little humans felt safer with giving them new names, resembling one of their earth-names, names that would rhyme with theirs then so be it, he thought at the time.

Now? He was annoyed his little mate won't be able to pronounce his real name due to the physical differences of your species. He'll have to settle for nicknames.

The thought made him smile and your eyes widened at the sight of his sharp canines. He waited for the smell of fear but it never came.

Yes, he has chosen well.

He wasted no time, shredding your clothes and tying your hands with the remains. He has you completely at his mercy as his black eyes roam over your naked form. The makeshift ropes are holding your arms above your head, secured to his still sheathed sword that he planted deeply into the ground, making you flinch at the aggressive move.

Nuzzling into your neck again, he nips at the spot you know he will bite into but all he wanted for now is a reaction. Satisfied with your lustful shuddering, his lips draw a path to your hardened nipples, licking and teasing one then switching to the other until you couldn't hold back your moans.

Delighted by the sounds, he purrs against you and you can feel the vibration all the way down to your throbbing clit. Your sudden scream encourages him to move further down your body until he is nestled between your legs.

When you refuse to look at him, he bites into your inner thigh, drawing blood and adding intense pain to your pleasure that somehow just got you more excited.

Finally having your attention he gets his first taste of your tempting arousal. Licking a board swipe from your pulsing entrance to you your aching bundle of nerves, he almost makes you come from just that much contact.

He plays with you slowly, exploring you lazily, figuring out what you like the most but stopping as soon as you are right at the edge. It feels like he has been going at it for hours. Your body hurts and you started to cry some time ago, even though you promised yourself you wouldn't do that.

Well, you promised that you wouldn't cry because of your fate of being chosen. This? You were not expecting this at all.

He's starting to drive you insane with want and you are almost ready to beg for him when he stops again and just like the moment when you attacked, the anger takes over you and you snap at him.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" It sounds angry but due to your crying, it also sounds like the kind of pathetic begging you swore to avoid.

He chuckles, sitting up he looks down at you with that playfulness you've witnessed before. Licking his glistening lips clean, tasting you with theatrics, he crawls back over your body until he is at eye level with you and his lips brush against your as he whispers. "Ask me."

"What?" Your confused outburst has him flash those sharp teeth again in a wickedly blinding smile. Then moves lightning-fast and steals a kiss from you that makes you even dizzier than you were before. He got you so wrapped up in it that you chase after him when he stops.

"Ask me to make you mine."

"Go to hell." That outrageous demand snapped you out of it and you're struggling under him again.

"Been there, done that." His lips twitch a little at your perplexed expression, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek. "Maybe I'll tell you one day."

"I don't want this." Your plea is weak and he almost disregards it but suddenly thinks otherwise. He enjoys toying with you too much.

"Why are you fighting your wildness? Your desires? Your instincts?" The words are followed by longer and longer kisses until he has you breathless and pliant underneath him.

"I don't want this." You still manage to say it but it sounds even less convincing than before.

"Ask me to stop, then. If that's what you really want?" His challenge has you cornered. If you lie, he'll know and you have no idea what you want anymore or why were you so afraid of this.

"Please..." Even you don't know what you're asking for but you hope he'll decide for you.

"Hmm?" He is teasing again, relishing in your surrender.

"I... please?" You are not sure why are you still fighting him, why were you running in the first place but there is still a tiny spark of defiance left in you.

"You have to use your words, little one. I can't read your mind." He wants you to say it so you could never deny this moment of victory from him.

You hesitate, try to clear your mind but he expertly distracts you with his soft touches until you give him what he wants.

"Make me yours." Your reward is a bruising kiss. He tangles his tongue with yours while he tugs at his clothes to free himself.

After a few slides between your folds, he lines up and penetrates your unprepared body with a single thrust. The pain would be unbearable if it wasn't for his well-timed claiming bite that has you floating in this feeling of calmness and belonging.

You don't feel much for a while but you know he doesn't move. Finally letting go of your neck, he bites into his own wrist and offers it to you. In your drunken state, you act on instinct and do as he wants.

The numbness starts to fade with every gulp. He goes back to drinking from your neck while starting to slowly move in and out of you. The blood exchange ties you together and strengthens your body.

There is only a dull throb between your legs that his perfectly aimed thrusts turn into overwhelming euphoria. You feel him stretch you open, the ridges along his length massage your inner walls and the sensation becomes too much too soon.

Your body arches into him, your cunt squeezing him and you beg him to come with you, to mark you, to make you his. He lets out a triumphant roar when he stuffs you full of his cum. It spills down between you at his still unrelenting pace.

He doesn't stop. He is still hard inside you and only falters in fucking you raw when he turns you around.

Your hands are twisted around as you try to hold yourself up on your elbow, the bindings holding you in position for him. He grabs your hips and angles your lower body upwards, pushing on your back. The way he penetrates you now is even deeper than before.

Your moans turn into screams. His claws dig into your skin as he finds a rhythm again. And he quickly forces another orgasm out of you with his fast and hard strokes.

The whimper you let out when he doesn't stop is the last sound you are capable of making for a while. Your throat is sore from your cries of pleasure but he still draws breathless gasps out of you when he cuts the clothes that hold you and moves to a sitting position, taking you with him and settling you in his lap.

He holds you and guides your hips against his in a desperate display of passion. With his other hand circled around you, sliding between your breasts and holding you by your chin, he turns your head to claim you with his lips again.

You feel another wave of pleasure coming and you think you might faint as it overtakes you and feel him pump into you for a few more times as he fills you again.

He stills, holding you against his frame, he nuzzles your neck and licks at your almost healed mark. The action makes you shudder and he groans against your skin as you clench around him.

The last thing you hear before you let exhaustion take over is him speaking in his mother tongue, lulling you into a dreamless sleep as he promises the world to you, his little mate.

Warnings: end of the world talk, basically alien invasion, hunter/prey, a little a/b/o vibe with the biting and mating, arranged marriage like deals, thoughts of self-harm, noncon/dubcon, marking, restrains, edging, oral (fem rec.), implied soulmate-like connection, PiV, unprotected sex, biting, sharing blood

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Sick

Billy Russo x reader

Warnings : 18+, smut, sickness, Billy being a baby, swearing, a little sick sex?, mention of medication, unprotected sex, fingering, name calling, oral sex (f), fluff

You kick the door open with a huff, closing it behind you with your foot.

You slam the two heavy bags on Billy’s kitchen counter, sighing at your sore hands as you slowly take off your coat and your scarf. As you take off your phone and put on some Louis Armstrong you start thinking about starting dinner, so everything will be ready when Billy comes back home from work. You slowly stuff all the groceries away, still a little clumsy around his kitchen; you’ve been dating for a while, the first months were kinda rough since he was not completely into having a relationship. But when he realised how much he liked you he started to open up with you and now you’re spending more time in his house than yours, most of your clothes sitting in his wardrobe, your skincare placed next to his in the cabinet.

You put away the last bag and you close the fridge, jumping back a few feet and screaming when you find Billy standing behind the fridge door.

“Billy, what the fuck, you scared me” you huff, a hand on your chest feeling like you might be having a heart attack. “Why are you home already? Thought you were still at Anvil” you mumble, moving closer to kiss him but he steps back

“Frank sent me home, he says I’m sick and I’ll infect everyone” he says nasally, and you take a moment to look at him, his eyes a little swollen and his nose red as he sniffles.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry” you coo at him, and you bring a hand up to his forehead, feeling him. He groans, rolling his eyes at your tone. He’s so damn proud and he hates being pitied, and he totally shows it when he moves your hand away, muttering “I’m fine, it’s just a flue”

You scoff, taking him by his shoulder and moving him to the couch, stopping yourself from cooing at him again when he stumbles on his feet, knowing too well that it would be too much for his ego. He keeps pushing your hand away, pouting and complaining even when you make him lay down, taking the plaid to cover him.

“Russo, stop being a baby. You’re sick, just let me check your temperature and then I’ll make some chicken soup, mh?” you stand up, walking to the bathroom and rolling your eyes at the protest coming from the living room. It takes some time to convince him to measure his temperature, and while he’s laying down you move back to the kitchen to start the soup. You bend in front of him, reaching for the thermometer as you slightly touch his forehead. He dozed off, his eyes closed as he breathes heavily. His fever is high and you swear under your breath, knowing that it would take a lot of arguing to make Billy take some medicine and actually stay in bed to recover.

You ponder if letting him rest or waking him up when the soup is ready, but you know he probably hasn’t eaten since this morning and he needs some food, so you gently caress his head as you call him, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.

“You need to eat Billy” you say, helping him sit up as he groans

“I feel like shit” he mumbles, his eyes glassy as you hand him the plate. “I know, but you’re gonna take some meds and sleep, you’ll feel better tomorrow. I already called Frank to tell him you’re staying home for a couple of days, and I took some time off too”

He huffs, opening his mouth to complain but you don’t let him speak “I don’t care what you say Bill, you’re sick, Anvil will have to survive without you till you feel better. Eat now”

He pouts but he doesn’t talk back, starting to eat his soup. He must be really sick, some sort of alien disease to make him so compliant. You smile proud, sitting next to him as you eat too. When you’re both done you hand him a couple of pills and a glass of water, raising your brows, daring him to say anything. He rolls his eyes, swallowing the pills with the water before he stands up, losing his balance before you grab his arm.

“Let’s get some sleep, mh?” he nods, following you to the bedroom. You help him change into some more comfortable clothes, the fact that this man does not own a pijama because ‘you know I like to sleep naked’ still shocks you. He lays down and you move back to the kitchen, quickly cleaning everything up before joining him in bed. He rolls on his back, coughing as he moves his hands up and down his body, trying to heat up. His face is pale, the skin around his nose red as he keeps an angry-pouty look on.

It amazes you that this badass ex marine is just a big baby like everyone else, but he makes you so mad cause he’s just so stubborn. Then it hits you, that he probably never had someone taking care of him, and you move closer to his body.

“Come here, baby. You’re probably cold” you mumble, your hand up to gently caress his face. He turns his head to look at you, nodding slightly before he moves on you, his cheek against your chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“I don’t want you to get sick too” he mumbles as you hug him, covering him with the warm duvet and caressing his back.

“It’s fine, just get some rest Bill” you whisper, his breath already heavy as you smile, kissing his forehead.

It takes two days for his fever to drop. Medicine helps, and he spends most of the time napping in bed or on the couch. It makes you both laugh and cry when he pouts and whines like a baby, saying that he’s bored and asking you to go cuddle with him. You help him take a bath, and it’s probably the first time you bathed together without anything sexual happening.

You work from home a little, and it's actually nice to spend time with Billy, in those moments when the fever gives him a little peace and you can watch movies and cuddle, or even just lay next to each other reading, before he goes back to whiny sick baby.

It’s been three days now, and you’re ripped from your sleep by Billy’s hands wandering on your stomach. You open your eyes, shivering a little as the chilly hair hits your bare body.

You look down meeting Billy’s grin, his body between your legs as he peppers kisses on your thighs, his hands reaching unders your shirt to pinch your nipple.

You yelp, bringing a hand up to grab his wrist, moaning as he leaves a teasing kiss on your clothed clit.

“Bill, you’re sick, we shouldn’t -”

“I’m feeling much better baby” he chuckles, his hoarse morning voice making you clench. “You took such good care of me baby, let me thank you properly.” He smirks, looking up at you one more time before he gets back to kissing your thighs. He leaves wet kisses on your skin, pinching your nipple again before moving both his hands on your hips, circling your legs as he spreads you open. He moves his thumb over your panties, circling your clit through the fabric. You whine as he teases you, bringing a hand down to his hair as he keeps playing with you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard on it before moving back, looking down at the damp fabric with a grin.

“Billy please I-” you plead, crying out at the sound of your panties tearing in half.

Your head thrown back as he brings his mouth back around your clit, slightly biting down before sucking hard. Your hips snap up against him, his hands keeping you still as you sob.

You grip his hair harder, making him groan against your pussy. He moves back, looking at your cunt as you move your head down to look at him

“Missed this pussy so much baby, fuck” he moans, his hands moving down on your thighs, pushing your legs up and bending your knees against your chest, your pussy open for him. He spits on your clit before leaning down to lick at your cunt, his tongue flat against you as he tastes you. You jerk in his hold, crying out his name when he pushes two fingers inside you, his tongue licking your clit as he starts curling his fingers inside you.

He keeps pushing his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit till he makes your legs tremble, a stream of ‘please Billy’ leaving your mouth as he keeps hitting that sweet place inside you.

“That’s it babygirl, give it to me” he groans, the wet sounds leaving your pussy mixed with your moans as you cum. He slows down until he moves his fingers away from you, bending down again to push his tongue inside you, sucking at your puffy clit. You whine loudly, trying to push him away and he finally pulls back, slowly bringing your legs back down around his hips as he moves on you, kissing you hard.

You moan against his lips, trying to kiss him back in your dizzy state.

“Best pussy ever, taste so fucking good” he mumbles between kisses, his hand down to stroke his dick, slapping it against your clit a couple of times before pushing inside you in one hard thrust. He keeps his body up with one hand, the other one stroking your hip slowly as he moans loudly, his head down to look at your pussy.

“Look at her, so fucking tight. Milking me like the good little slut she is” he groans, moving his hips back before thrusting inside you again. You’re a moaning mess under him, cupping his cheeks to bring him back down, messily kissing him as he starts fucking into you faster.

He moves his head down, biting and marking your neck

“C’mon baby, milk my cock so I can cum inside this pussy” he mumbles, panting against your skin. Your walls clench around him as you moan, cumming again. He gives you a couple of sloppy thrust before biting down on your neck, stilling as he cums inside you. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you makes you whine again. He groans a little as he moves his head back, smiling at you as he pecks your lips.

He gets up, leaving your room before getting back with a towel, cleaning both of you up and laying down next to you.

You slowly roll on your side, cuddling against him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder

“Looks like you’re feeling better’” you mumble, head light in post sex bliss

He chuckles, tilting your chin up to peck your lips a couple of times. “Much better. Guess getting sick is not that bad after all” he smirks, and you roll your eyes, pinching his side slightly. Yea, maybe Billy being sick has its bright side.

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[allegra-writes]

"The Vanishing act"

"Hopeless Romantic" The Epilogue

Dark!Billy Russo x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

"So… is this an intervention?" You deadpanned, all eyes on the table turning from the drama happening in real time on the tv to you, with different degrees of surprise or guilt. You wanted to roll your eyes, of fucking course you had realized. You had started suspecting something weird was going on the moment Jess asked you to walk with her to the coffee shop, the brunette was not one for coffee. 

Said brunette raised her hands up in surrender under your steely gaze. 

"Hey, don't look at me, I told them to get off your ass, but apparently I know jackshit about healthy coping"

The way she spat the words and the involuntary smirk that broke on Matt's face told you exactly whose words she was quoting, and even if he was right, you didn't think they were being fair, it had been only six weeks. 

Six weeks. Barely enough time to get discharged from the hospital, cutting your hair, getting a cat despite your stupid landlord's rule, rearranging all your furniture and painting your walls a -frankly alarming- shade of yellow…

Ok, so you had been a little maniacal as of late, you could accept that. Didn't  mean you had to like their hovering. 

"Can I at least have one of those?" 

Claire scoffed,

"I don't think you need anymore caffeine in your system, y/n. Tell me, when was the last time you slept? And fifteen minutes naps in the on call room do not count" She added as you opened your mouth to reply. You shutted it immediately.

"Yeah, that's what I thought" 

You wanted to lash out. You wanted to tell her to go fuck herself and get out, get away from them, get away from their worried, pitying looks, scream at them to leave you the fuck alone because what the he'll did they knew? They had no idea what had really happened,  no idea what the real story between you and Billy was. Would they even be there with you if they knew? How you had betrayed your best friends, how you had voluntarily slept with a psychopath time and time again? How you had loved him, maybe still did? Would Jess, who had been your rock, your protector, never leaving your side for these last six weeks, ever look at you the same if she knew you were in fucking love with your rapist? 

Fuck. 

You were in love with your rapist. 

Talk about being fucked in the head. 

You tried to swallow around the knot in your throat, fixing your eyes on the tv screen announcing Tony Stark's desaparicion to stop the moisture you could feel gathering in your eyes from falling. 

"I can't sleep" You confessed, "I keep expecting" Hoping, a traitorous voice inside your mind provided, "he'll burst through the door. Every little noise I hear, or- I don't know, sometimes I think I just imagine them, but…" you trailed off, unsure how to explain it to them. 

No one seemed to know what to say after that, and you couldn't help but idly wonder if your friends had really thought this through. You could see Matt coming up with the intervention idea and the others reluctantly agreeing but the only one with the social and emotional intelligence to even hope to pull this off was Claire. Maybe Luke, but he wasn't even there, Danny and him having no doubt ditched the meeting in favor of helping clean up the destruction left downtown by the alien attack from that morning.

A beat passed, then two, before anyone dared breaking the silence that had fallen around the table.

"You can't stay there" Jess was, as usual, the bravest one, "You can't stay in the same place he took you from. No matter how much redecorating you make, it'll never stop feeling like the place you-" She cut herself off, shaking her head, obviously trying to collect herself, torn between letting the walls fall down, or building them back up and retreat behind them again. The fact that she was even trying to open up to you that way somehow touched you more than anything any of them had done in the last six weeks.

"She's right" Matt, perceptive Matt, chimed in, saving her from having to make the choice right then and there, "besides, I don't think you should be alone now, and I don't just mean for you and your sake of mind. I would personally feel a lot better if I knew for a fact you were safe and accompanied at all times…" the just in case Billy Russo came back went unsaid, but heavily implied.  

"And exactly who should I move in with? I'm not third-wheeling on Luke and Claire" the nurse opened her mouth to protest but you wouldn't give her the chance, "Danny still has some pretty big enemies after him, not that you're any better, seeing as Fisk still wants your head, and Jess' place is a dumpster. No offense" you quickly added, but the PI simply shrugged, unbothered. 

"It's ok, I know my apartment is a mess, and I'm a mess too, I don't think I'm even remotely qualified to help you. But after Kilgrave, there was someone there for me, someone who helped me, who pulled me back, and would have probably done so much better if I'd just… let her. And she just so happens to live in a penthouse in a building with armed guards, top notch security systems and reinforced doors" 

A quick glance around showed yours were not the only eyebrows that had shot up in surprise at that. 

"And is she looking for a roommate?"

"She never let me down" Jessica declared, "I don't think she'll start now" 

You found yourself considering the idea. It was true, you couldn't stay in your apartment, even if it wasn't for the reasons they thought, not completely: You didn't feel safe there anymore, that much was true, but you also couldn't stay there because Billy had fucked you on any available surface there, and there wasn't a single corner of it that didn't make you think of him. You couldn't stay there waiting for him to come and find you again. You needed to move on. A clean break. A clean slate. 

These last weeks, ever since Billy had turned your life upside down, you had been unmoored, drifting without a clear direction where to go, existing in that strange liminal space he had left you in, hating him too much to let what he had done to you go, loving him too much to let him go. But being able to put a name to that feeling now had, strangely, given you back your power. You were in love with him. You needed to fall out of love with him. It was simple, straightforward. Love was just another type of addiction, same chemicals released in the brain. You needed to go cold turkey, put yourself in rehab. And apparently, your friends were willing to help you with that. 

If they thought they were actually helping you with your trauma, well… you'd deal with that later. 

Jess seemed to read your new determination in your face, if the way she already had her phone out, texting her friend, was anything to go by. None of you noticed anything was wrong, until Matt grabbed your arm, frowning. 

"Matt? What is it?"

"I'm not sure…" He tilted his head, trying to listen to something outside. It wasn't too long before you heard it too, the screams and honks and crashes, the sounds of chaos. 

You were out of your chair in a blink, thinking at first that the city was under attack again, until you turned to Claire, ready to suggest you and her go into hiding, letting your vigilante friends do what they did best, only to find she wasn't there anymore.  

"What the fuck?!" The loud curse made you snap your eyes back to Jessica, just in time to witness her arm dry up like old paint, turning to dust and crumbling away from her body, "Son of a-" She never finished the sentence, vanishing from existence right before your horrified gaze. 

However, you were given no time to process what you were seeing, as Matt's grip on your arm went lax. 

"No! Nononono, Matthew!"

"Y/N, I-" 

It was a nightmare, it had to be. There was no way to make sense of the scene around you otherwise, people didn't just spontaneously turn into dust, but a quick glance around you was enough to realize it was a generalized phenomena: everywhere you turned people were vanishing, leaving behind loved ones and bystanders in different states of hysteria. You felt a bit like losing it yourself, you were good at keeping your head cool, but the military hadn't trained you for this.

Stunned and overwhelmed as you were, it took you a few minutes to notice your phone was ringing, your hand shaking so bad you tried and failed several times to slide to answer. 

"H-hello?"

"Nightingale?" 

Your knees almost gave out. One word, just one single word from his smooth voice, and all your resolve, all your anger collapsed, dematerializing instantly like half the world's population. 

"Blackbird" the code name fell from your lips automatically, the ingrained instinct of deferring to your lieutenant kicking in. Your legs moved of their own accord, exiting the Cafe as if looking for him.

"Thank fucking God!" The relief in his voice was obvious, "People are- fading away, dissolving, I was so afraid you'd-"

"I'm here. I'm ok-" You cut yourself off, because were you? Would you be? People were still turning into dust all around you, who was to say you wouldn't be next? "Billy… I'm scared" there was a choked sound at the other side of the line at your confession, "what's going on? I- I don't  understand"

There was some shuffling, and you could almost picture Billy's pacing as he tried to think.

"There was a battle going on in Wakanda" He finally said, "I think… I think the Avengers lost"

The words felt like ice, chilling your blood, freezing it inside your veins. You had never thought it possible, no one had, but it was true, you could feel it in your bones.

The Avengers had lost. Now humanity was going to pay the price.

"What happens now?" You tried to ask, but the honk of a bus interrupted you. A honk you heard echoing on the other side of the line. Your heart started galloping, air unable to get inside your lungs fast enough.

"Where are you? Billy, where are you??" 

A broken curse was the only reply you got before there was a smash, the sound of the phone hitting the sidewalk, and the line went dead, leaving you all alone in a world breaking down.

Bonus track: Outtake #1

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[celestialspecial]

Expanding Galaxies (Pt 5)

The weeks seem to blend together. Had it been a month or two? Maybe three. You remembered on earth reading romance novels to quench an unmet thirst, never for a second thinking there was any fact to their fiction.

Yet here you were, filled with an undeniable ache for Billy. Each passing day and time you’d see him an unknown longing seemed to grow inside you. 

Loving each moment with him and knowing deep down it wasn’t to last. That you were both here for a reason and soon, maybe sooner than you knew- that reason would be fulfilled. Or even if it wasn’t…you’d both be shipped back to your respective planets.

The thought made your throat feel dry. An undeniable pit in your stomach. With each comforting touch from Billy and every delicious kiss that had you yearning for more. 

Some kisses were chaste, hastened by events one or both of you needed to attend. Some kisses were longer, slower, passion filled that sent sparks zinging from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

There had even been a few nights of exploratory wandering. Mostly his insistence to focus on you alone. Each time seemingly cut short even as you’d occasionally lay in one another’s arms.

Staring out the open windows and balcony doors at the star speckled sky, listening to his breath. Feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, straining to stay awake just a moment longer.

When you’d fall asleep like clockwork you’d find your eyes blearily blinking open and realizing you were alone in your room again. Billy having snuck back into his own at some point when you’d dozed off.

Each moment felt precious, grains of sand in an hourglass counting down. 

You’d heard a few more couplings had been successful. It made your throat feel tight. As intimate and loving as you two felt there still seemed to be a barrier that you hadn’t broken through yet.

Maybe you never would and that was something you’d need to become ok with. But with each passing day and how effortlessly the conversation flowed. How deeply you felt a connection that seemed only of fantasy before. 

Billy stared out at the open sky by his bedchamber, millions of stars and galaxies staring back. What was it they said about looking into the void? Sometimes it looks back.

“Are you going to say anything about it or am I going to have to keep talking about militia and technical tactic?” Frank’s voice echoed around the room. The communication screen open, giving him a blank view of Billy’s bed. 

Billy turned from the balcony and walked back into frame so his longest and oldest friend could see him. A reassuring smirk as he sat in the edge of the bed.

“There, ya happy?” Billy’s arms outstretched in mock reassurance .

“You look different.” 

“How?” Cut and dry. Attempting to cover up any sign of something being amiss.

“You look well rested”

“It is a paradise planet.” At that frank raised an eyebrow at his friend, discernment etched over his features.

“How long have we known each other, Bill?”

“Too long, apparently.” Running a hand over his face Billy sighed.

Frank and him had been close for years. Working together, fighting together, they knew each other inside and out. Maybe more than Billy cared to admit. Frank was the brother he never had and could read him like a book.

“You’ve been there nearly three months. I assume you’ve met your human?” 

He said it so easily. Billy was almost envious how detached his friend made it sound. Human. Nothing more. A trade.

But it was so much more than that. And because of that it felt so much more complicated than he’d ever thought it’d be. 

Frank picked up on his friends internal struggle easily.

“Bill? Everything alright?”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose Billy shook his head. Looking back up to his friend with a weary smirk.

“No. I don’t think it is.”

You’d walked the grounds with a few of the other girls you’d become acquainted with. One girl, Eliza, even was from New York as well. It felt nice, to have some friendly faces, besides Billy.

It made you feel more grounded. Knowing these girls were also human. Would also return to earth at some point. People, that if you chose to, you could reach out and speak to once returning home.

“I heard their coupling was successful and he just left in the middle of the night.” One of the girls, Lor, said. Eye shifting to note a passing human girl who turned to walk up the steps to a spa like facility. “Just up and gone as soon as they have confirmation.”

You couldn’t deny the twisting in your stomach. Until Eliza spoke up, taking one of the blue colored fruits in her hand and turning it over before responding.

“What about Abigail? She’s supposedly a little over a month along and her Xiadian match is still here.” 

At that Lor rolled her eyes.

“He’s clearly waiting until the 2nd cycle to make sure it keeps before wasting all that time traveling back home to Xiad. They don’t see us as any better than cattle.” 

You found yourself twisting the hem of your skirt, praying it’d create something to distract you from this upsetting conversation. Thinking of Billy only seeing you as a means to an end hurt more than you cared to admit. 

“I think you’re being harsh.” Eliza quipped biting into the fruit and wiping the side of her mouth.

“I’m being realistic.” 

“You’re just jealous you didn’t get the hot one.” Eliza laughed nudging you on the knee.

A few of the other girls giggle as well. A deep red hue spread across Lor’s face as she turned away, a clear huff escaping her lips.

“There’s going to be a gathering tomorrow evening. A celebration of our time being here. For the successful couplings and to….inspire more?” Eliza grinned up at you from her seat. “Will you be going?”

You shrugged, smoothing down the front of your skirt. You’d only heard about this a few days ago and honestly some type of dance or ball didn’t seem all that appealing to you. 

“Well I for one want to drink something other than that awful fertility drink they’ve been forcing down our throats since we got here.” One of the other girls chimed in, before glancing over to a gathered group of xiadians. 

They began to congregate holding drinks of their own talking and laughing. You heard another distinct laugh.

One that had you craning around to get a better look at them. Then you heard it again.

Billy’s laugh.  You could recognize it easily. Then you saw him. Chatting with a few other xiadians in their leisurely attire. You couldn’t help but watch him, each minuscule muscle movement in his face.

How his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You felt a blossoming in your chest and you wanted to curse yourself for feeling like a silly schoolgirl.

But in the next moment, as if suddenly aware he was being watched, he looked over to you.

The girls you were with noticed as well. Lor still refusing to pay attention to you and the others. Before you could manage a weak wave Billy began walking towards you.

His long legs carried him away from his people and over to you in a matter of seconds. Standing above you he manageed a polite smile to your friends before extending his hand.

“May I steal you away?”

You’d only nodded, trying to reign in your eagerness as he pulled you upwards and nestled a reassuring hand at your lower back, turning away from your fellow humans and down a winding garden path. 

You ventured a short glance back at the girls and caught Eliza smirking at your receding forms.

The vibrant blue of the sky above reminded you of home. Of days at the beach or walking in the woods when you were younger. How long ago those days seemed.

Following in step alongside Billy, the both of you moving in silence, an occasional call from a brightly colored bird-like creature nesting in a nearby fruit tree.

Trying to ignore the tension drawing out between the two of you.

Venturing a quick glance at his face, gauging his expression and what could possibly be going on in his head.

You’d never felt this anxious in his presence before, your tormenting thoughts and scathing remarks from Lor and a few of the other women sticking in the back of your mind.

“Are those women your friends?” He managed as you turned a corner, the small pathway spilling open to a larger garden. Giant blooms unfurled to show petals graced by drops of dew.

A stone bench sat off to the side in perfect view of all the various flowering plants, cradled between two large trees that resembled willow trees. Long layered fronds dotted with blues and greens.

A reassuring warmth on the small of your back, finding yourself guided towards the bench, taking a seat, eyes closed in a moment of relaxing bliss.

Choosing to focus for a moment in the scent of the breeze and the quiet rustle of the swaying branches

“They’re…someone to talk to.” Eliza was the closest thing to a friend but even so it felt weird to connect under such bizarre circumstances. His eyebrows drew together in thought pausing for a moment .

His jaw worked, throat bobbing as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how to begin. You saved him the drawn out pause before continuing your own thoughts.

“This planet is so beautiful and yet…it often feels so lonely.” You didn’t dare meet his eyes as your own gaze remain fixated on your feet but you could feel the heat of his attention on you. 

“Even with me?” The question caught you off guard, and you felt your heart twinge, guessing what answer he wanted but unable to deny the truth spilling from your lips.

“You are temporary, Billy.” His shoulder twitched ever so slightly, he rolled it back caught off guard by the blunt response. You were right, you both knew it.

The silence drew out between the two of you. You could tell he wanted to speak more but instead you watched as his hand slid gently over to your knee, heat sinking into the skin, warmth seeping into your bones it felt like.

You felt your very essence begin to calm, peace washed over you in a way only he was capable of.

It soothed and terrified you. Listening to the other women talk about your very real situations and if you were being perfectly honest, it scared you how drawn you felt to him.

He held a hand out before him, focusing gently and you watched a series of twining plumes of smoke detach from him effortlessly.

They seemed to dance in the air around his outstretched fingers. Curling effervescently, lazily drifting upon the air.

Your mind thought mist or smoke but there was a tingling in the air, a spark of something inhuman about it. No those words were too plain to describe the aether before you.

“I used to hate this.” He spoke softly and solidly, eyes never moving from the twirling plumes. “Having this…they call it a ‘gift’, but it never felt like it.”

You studied him, eyes drifting between him and the dazzling aether before you.

“What’s it called?”

At that he finally looked at you, eyes softening before glancing back at the dissolving wisps.

“It has many names, but they all condense down to ‘darkness’. Night flame, aether, power. It was what my race all had at one point.” His voice seems to drift off as you watch the last of the darkness disappear, either into the air or return back to him.

“Does not every Xiadian have the ability to conjure it?” His head shook, gaze still lingering upon his now bare fingertips before resting his hand back in place on the bench.

“No. It’s now very rare to find among us. It started dying out hundred of years ago, first steadily then rapidly. We’ve exhausted so many of our resources trying to find solutions, or even just a reason it was happening at all.”

It took him just a glance at your face to read your mind and continue on.

“It’s purpose, as I’ve come to understand, is a power source. It connects one to…what would humans say? Your Gods? It was said to be our link to higher beings, those who created us from nothing but dark matter and wisps of stardust.” 

“Do you use the power? When you’re back home I mean?” It felt like so much to wrap your mind around. Some days it was easy to forget xiadians were aliens. They looked like men, talked, ate, drank. 

But this, this reminded you that there was a barrier between the two of you. 

“It provides me energy, strength, and when I tune into it I’m able to find wisdom and solutions I might not come to as readily without it. It’s…hard to describe exactly.” His brows furrowed once again as he searched for words.

“It’s like returning to my true form, to be one with the energy that exists in all living things. To move beyond this solid form and access information that not all can.”

“That’s how your race was able to grow so advanced, far beyond humans and many others isn’t it?”

The amused look he gave you sent a shiver through your body, electricity darting to your fingers and toes.

“You’re remarkably intelligent you know that?” 

“I like to think I’m above average.” You mused, fingers picking at a loose bit of stone on the seat beneath you.

At that Billy stood, eyes scanning the garden clearing before gesturing for you to follow.

“Come, I have something more to show you.”

The front of the building stood broad and tall, splashes of double sunlight licked the edges of the marble columns.

Verdant vines clung to a few of them, wrapping intricate patterns from top to base.

You’d been here several months and still hadn’t traversed this part of base you inhabited.

The flowering plants and towering waterfalls that reached to the sky and seemed to encase every detail in pure flowing water.

The buildings here, while beautiful, hadn’t been your first choice to traverse. You lived in New York. There were buildings there, different but made of stone and brick and metal.

Here the sky was open, the scents lush and fragrant, natural beauty abounded and you had intended to drink it all in before returning home. 

Your hand remained nestled in his as Billy guided you through the heavy doors and across an empty lobby.

The gridded floor shone as streaks of light broke through the windows.

Down a corridor and through another set of doors and the breath had become trapped in your throat. 

Before you was a vast, large room. The closest thing back home in your head that compared were pictures of ornate cathedrals, 3 school buses high with domed ceilings.

Buttery rays of light cut through the open space from multiple windows dotting the walls.

But what truly sent your heart racing was that among this cavernous building lay multiple carvings into the walls.

Resting upon those carvings were rows and rows of what appeared to be books.

Floor to ceiling, not aligned on shelves like a cookie cutter library. No, these carved inlets were organic in nature.

Forming all sorts of shapes and patterns, almost like a beehive.

Of all sizes and forms, old and new, elaborate and simple. Books. Covers with illustrations, some bound in leather, others in fabrics. 

“Billy” your eyes were the size of saucers, taking in each and every inch, lost in wonder and barely able to form words.

You had previously talked to him about your bookstores back home.

How on occasion, when a  rainy day called for it, you'd find solace within those stores.

The city was loud and busy and chaotic, but books silenced the noise. You’d read stories of fantasy, of war, of magic and love.

Xiadians, unsurprisingly, were also drawn by knowledge, stories of intrigue and tales of passion.

You had laughed when he shared this, for two races light years away there were similarities beyond just genetic markers.

But this library, it blew everything you’d ever seen before out of the water. You could reside on this planet for multiple lifetimes and never make a dent in the books it held.

“Ciazed is in a neutral zone. Not belonging to one star system specifically or the next”

“Like in Star Trek” you gave him a sideways grin, elbowing him in the ribs playfully.

“I don’t know what that is.” He smirked back at you before continuing, “because of this planets placement it has been deemed safe to hold multiple records and writings from  a vast array of other alien races.”

You felt breathless looking around and thinking of all the stories begging to be told, but you also found yourself admiring Billy’s own expression. 

Enthusiasm and wonder danced behind his eyes as he scanned the many alcoves and  hand carved shelves. Stepping further into the building and meandering over to one of the many books.

You followed behind him, looking over his shoulder at all the many multicolored spines and decorated surfaces.

“Pick one,” he encouraged, a breathy whisper along the shell of your ear. His hands gliding to rest along your hips.

Feeling the heat grow in your cheeks ever so slightly as you traced your fingers along the ridges, letting your intuition guide you.

Eventually there was a a deep purple book, bound with golden circlets along the top and bottom, beautiful and mysterious.

You managed to wriggle it free from between the other records, placing it onto Billy’s waiting hands before you.

Meeting his eyes at last, his gaze was downright devious, playful and did you detect a hint of smugness?

Watching him move to a nearby slab of polished stone, he opened the book and laid it out before the two of you. The whirls and twisting of the writing within was astounding.

It reminded you of hieroglyphics, but decidedly more complex.

You couldn’t hide your disappointment at the fact that in reality most of these books you wouldn’t be able to read.

“What’s it say?” You urged him on, eager to know what it was exactly you were looking at. “What race is it from?” 

Billy swiveled around, leaning his back against the carved stone so that you could move closer to the book.

Taking in the detailed alien writing and wishing desperately that you could decipher it.

“It’s Xiadian. A book of stories that are often told to children.” You looked up at him then back at the open pages. How it had called to you, in a not dissimilar way that Billy also called to you.

You didn’t know how long the two of you roamed the halls of the hidden library. An hour, maybe two, perhaps even three. 

You’d darted between stone shelf to shelf, grabbing multiple books and records that caught your attention. Asking Billy to identify each and every one, to read a page or two to you.

It was fascinating, to feel like you had so much knowledge at your fingertips.

To see and read first hand experiences and literature from species you hadn’t previously known existed.

You could keep going and going but you noticed Billy plopping into a seat on a plush coated sofa taking a breather from following you constantly.

You moved onto the seat next to him, allowing you both a moment of reprieve.

The knowledge at your fingertips was intoxicating. To finally feel like you weren’t at the bottom of the solar system felt enticing. 

“Thank you. For showing me this.” A tempered gesture to the expanse of books laid out on multiple tables.

You pushed a stray ringlet of hair behind your ear, bashfully looking up at him. “I was already aware of how little I knew about the universe but seeing all of this…makes me feel a little less insignificant.”

His depthless eyes remained transfixed on your face. His expression unreadable to you. Until he pushed up from the couch, a large hand moving to cradle the side of your face. Rough fingers caressed the underside of your chin. 

“You could never be insignificant.” 

#expanding galaxies #billy russo x reader #billy russo #the punisher au #the punisher #marvel fanfic #alien!billyrusso #billy russo the punisher #billy russo edit #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader

[scribeofmorpheus]

masterlist

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< < One Shots > >

Beignet, Done That (Jake Jensen x Reader) ~In which Jake tries and succeeds at giving you one hell of a surprise, all while setting the kitchen ablaze! (One Shot)

Shirts are for Sharing (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

A Princess for Halloween (Cisco Ramon x Reader) -One Shot

Sparring Match (Sara Lance x Fem!Reader) -One Shot

< < ONGOING > >

As Fate Would Have It (1940’s Bucky Barnes x Reader) ~ The year is 1940 and your cover is as a waitress working at a Regular Joe Diner. However, things begin to change when a handsome, dark-haired and blue-eyed stranger walks into your place of work with his friend of small stature who possesses a mighty heart. 

Dangerous Liaisons (Billy Russo x Reader) NSFW ~Blackmail, deceit and death are around every corner as a former military prosecutor tries to bring justice to those whose lives were ruined by the revelation behind The Punisher’s one-man war!

I Don’t Dance To Dubstep (A Deadpool Fic) ~The one where Wade and Cable steal a contract that gets them entangled with a mercenary in desperate need of rent money -while causing an overly large amount of unnecessary destruction!

Himmeløyne (Loki x Reader) ~ What does a Norse trickster god, a village massacre, a life long secret and a now-forgotten past have in common? Nothing, except for the young witch at the centre of it all, with the eyes that change with the sky. -being reworked (edited).

The Liberators (A spin-off of Counterpart) -coming soon!

Pirouette (Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader) -Prologue is live.

< < SUSPENDED > >

Opposing Elements (Peter Parker x Reader) - In which the reader is an alternate version of Marvel’s Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy, and their origin story gets tied up with their former best friend, Peter Parker’s alter ego Spider-Man when she plans to jailbreak her father from prison.       (3 Parts)

< < One Shots > >

Glass House (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader)

Master of Illusion (Quentin Beck | Mysterio x Reader) -NSFW*

Sleepytime, Aurora (A Sleeping Beauty spoof fic) -Strange, Loki and Wanda are fairy godparents. Hela is Maleficent!

< < COMPLETE > >

Counterpart (Bucky x Reader x Steve) ~A limited series that poses a what if scenario on account of our beloved characters being someone different in the Framework -where Hydra won and SHIELD is considered the enemy of society. (5 Parts)

Chasing Tornadoes (Stephen Strange x Reader) -Medical procedural limited series set before Doctor Strange.

< < ONGOING > >

The Just Kings Court (Adult! Edmund Pevensie x Reader) ~A common shield maiden pledged to Aslan’s army, a Just King and the unlikeliest of love stories occurs on the battlefields of Narnia (2 Parts -Ongoing)

< < ONGOING > >

The Rebel Queen (Poe Dameron x OFC) ~A Princess on the run with a mission left to her by her late mother, a Duchess out for blood, a hot-shot pilot at his wits end and a General who receives a message from an old friend collide in a skirmish like no other.

The Hideous One (The Mandalorian fic)

< < COMPLETE > >

Meet Cute (Steve Harrington x Reader) ~A stereotypical meet cute brings together an alien film enthusiast and one bored-out-of-his-mind, Steve Harrington (Complete) 

Meet Cute Sequel: Robin’s Girl (Robin x Clara | Steve x Reader)

Banner Girl (Steve Harrington x Reader) -One Shot

Miss Midnight (Steve Harrington x Vamp!Reader) -One Shot

< < ONGOING > >

His Girl Tuesday (Steve Harrington x (oc)Tuesday Adams x Billy Hargrove) -slow updates!

< < One Shots > >

Safe By My Side (Dean Winchester x Reader) -One Shot

< < COMPLETE > >

Mark of the Wolf (Derek Hale x Reader) ~An ancient evil, repressed memories and a veterinarian -who isn’t at all what she seems- turns Derek’s life upside down, and perhaps it’s for the better!  

< < On Going > >

Covet of the Wolf - A sequel to Mark of the Wolf

< < COMING SOON: > >

Core Drive (Westworld) -Ongoing

< < COMING SOON > >

Animaux Fantastiques (Theseus Scamander x OFC) -Only on AO3

City of Burning Angels (Kelly Severide x OFC) -coming soon

< < One Shots > >

Reflections by the Water (Newt X Plus Size Reader) -Maze Runner One Shot

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#masterlist #scribescribbles #writeblr #fanfic #masterpost #mcu #marvel #disney #star wars #teen wolf #westworld #supernatural

[dreamlandcreations]

Misc. masterlist

❌ dark(ish) ||🔥 smut || 🧸 fluff/soft ||⚡ angst || 💔 soulmate!au || 🌎 au || 🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation || 🤍 gender neutral reader (otherwise it's probably fem reader) || ✨ reader description (mostly just implied) ||🎗miscarriage / infertility / reader not wanting kids || ❤️‍🩹 not quite angsty but it’s definitely in the “it hurts” category

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see the

• Main Masterlist •

for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Alfie Solomons, Bishop Losa, Eddie Munson, Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, 11), Eames, Tommy Conlon, James Delaney, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, William “Ironhead” Miller, Xenk Yendar, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Shanks (OPLA)

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Star Wars

Jango Fett

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting…

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn’t spoken Mando'a since the death of his father…

Darth Maul

Beauty and the Beast - Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader ⚡

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master’s plan comes together on Coruscant…

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Grinch green - Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader 🔥(🎱)

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

Thor

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can’t resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn’t calculate with the obstinate nature of Day…

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will’s BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will’s new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you’re gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil’ bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use…

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader 🌎

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair… 🧸

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal…

This is a terrible idea - Ray Smith x aristocrat!Reader

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else…

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

We are even - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Summary: You work with the Argents but you play by your own rules…

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

made up fic title: The Summer Prince

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe’s daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are…

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Robb Stark

The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Summary: Stranger, betrothed, enemy, prisoner, wife, lover, traitor, saviour, captor…

Tyrion Lannister

Alicent Hightower

Imagine Alicent seducing you...

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time…

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

made up fic title: Serpent's Heart

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

Summary: You harbour Eddie’s fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Zablife Story Share - Chapter 6 Tommy Shelby x Solomons!Reader, written for @zablife's Story Share collab

Summary: A few months ago Tommy woke up to find his wife gone, along with half his fortune. Now he is prepared to make a deal with the devil himself if he can get her back...

Imagine Tommy coming to you all bloody after meeting with Alfie

John Shelby

Polly Gray

made up fic title: The Devil's Gift

Mad Max

Max

Hero - Max x Reader 🤍

Inuyasha

Sesshōmaru

Imagine being some kind of cat yōkai

Imagine that you are the daughter of Ryūkotsusei

Imagine dying from poison

Kraven the Hunter

Sergei Kravinoff

Temptation

Silver Silence

changeling!Sergei Kravinoff x Carter!Reader (Psy-Changeling AU)

Summary: Control. Precision. Family. These are the principles that drive the youngest Carter, who is the director of the new agency that is meant to protect the three races and the fragile peace between them. If only the new leader of a powerful predatory changeling pack wasn’t so distracting and destructing…

TRESE

Maliksi

Sandman

The Corinthian

Imagine the Corinthian hunting you…

Imagine Dream taking you to his realm...

Imagine being an immortal and the Corinthian falling for you...

Gen V

Jordan Li

Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers…

Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason…

Imagine thinking that Jordan is trying to intimidate you…

Once Upon a Time

Cyrus

OUATIW Cyrus Scenes GIF: part 1, ...

One Piece (OPLA)

Dracule Mihawk

Imagine Mihawk finding you, a weapon maker, extremely fascinating…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you… (2)

Imagine getting a reputation among the Marines because you survived a duel with Mihawk…

Imagine that you are the reason Mihawk gave up his Marine hunting ways…

made up fic title: The Girl with the Laurel Tattoo

Roronoa Zoro 

Vinsmoke Sanji

6 Underground

Billy/Four

Sons of Anarchy / Mayans M.C.

Jax Teller

made up fic title: We are what lies beyond

Angel Reyes

made up fic title: Where the squirrels burrow

#masterlist #mobile masterlist #bucky barnes #steve rogers #elektra #elektra natchios #ray smith #raymond smith #king arthur #king arthur legend of the sword #caspian #prince caspian #king caspian #sirius black #logan delos #mad max #derek hale #my stuff #my gifs

[millllenniawrites]

millllennia’s frequently asked questions

Last Update: November 19 2021

Who the heck are you?

I’m Mack (though there’s a couple people on here that have called me Milli which I thought was adorable and that is also a perfectly fine thing to call me) I’m a full-time uni student from Canada that’s been writing on here since 2016. I use she/her pronouns usually but like really what is a gender. I used to be fanfiction-trashpile (which is still my user on ao3). 

Can I translate your work? 

Short answer: no. 

Long answer: still no, but it’s more complicated than that. No one has permission to repost or translate my work. Even if you message me and offer to give me credit, I will say no. If you want to create for fandom, you should do it yourself and I will stand by that. 

I welcome fanart, podfic, and fanfic of my fics, and I’d love if y’all would message me/send it to me/tag me in it so that I can hype you up! 

If you decide to write with my original characters (the Helix universe or Dear Love of Mine) I will ask that you give me credit for the characters, but I don’t mine anyone else writing them. The only canon content created for the Helix universe belongs to myself and vampy ( @vampirewithbedsidemanners) but even we write alternate universes of the Helixverse, so it’s totally okay for other people to do that too.

Why are you so darn specific about the style you write in? 

Okay so there are a few things about this that I’m really picky about: 

I never use y/n or any other derivatives of the term (y/e/c or the like). For me, it’s much harder to avoid using those kinds of stand-ins for terms, so I like to challenge myself by never ever using them. If the fic calls for the reader’s name to be directly said, I’ll just give the reader a last name (like in dear love of mine where the reader’s last name is Dean) 

(NOTE: this is not to say that people that use y/n are taking the easy road or whatever. it’s entirely a personal decision and writers that use it are still good. it’s just not for me)

All my sfw fics are completely body/gender neutral unless otherwise specified

All my nsfw fics are with an afab reader (because I only know my own biology and I’d hate to try to write something for another biology type and end up getting it wrong and just alienating everyone)

I’m specific about these things because I do not look like the skinny/blonde/straight-haired/blue-eyed/wattpad version of a reader in RI fanfic. It alienated me back when I read on that platform and I’d hate to make anyone feel like that. I’m still learning, and I’m not perfect, but I really want people who read my content to feel like they can actually be immersed in the story, no matter what they look like. 

That being said, I do not write readers from specific backgrounds/with specific features because I am whiter than white and that’s not my place (though I have reblogged some stuff that has specific readers so there definitely is some on my page! check out the recommended tag) 

My own personal tastes obviously affect my writing (because everyone writes from their own experiences) so there is often dancing/hair touching in my fics because I like that stuff. There will be warnings for basically anything that could alienate the reader including but not limited to: hair mentions, the reader getting picked up, the reader’s clothing being mentioned, and abnormal physical activity (dancing, swimming, etc). If you

Are requests open?

Requests for moments, headcanons, one-shots and drabbles are open! please send me headcanons i love hearing what y’all are thinking! with that being said, i reserve the right to not write or respond to requests that i don’t want to do because at the end of the day, this is my space and my writing makes me happy. 

What fandoms do you write for?

I am currently writing for:

Star Wars (literally any character including rebels/CW) 

James Bond (Craig era) 

Dune (I love the books and the film so I write based on both!) 

Marvel (including all movies and the Punisher)

But I will generally write for any content I have consumed in the last 2 years (so I'd be super down to write for mortal instruments/shadowhunters, for example, it might just take longer). If you request something I am not currently writing for, I will keep your request until I recirculate that fandom/character/concept because I am basically a garbage disposal for fandom. 

Do I need to give you plot details in my requests?

Requests can be as simple as “Fluff with Poe Dameron!!” but can be as complex as you would like. Some formats include:

dialogue prompts (ie. “I missed you” with Jace)

type of fic (ie. I would love some Billy Russo angst)

relationships with canon characters (ie. can you write some reader x kylo ren where the reader is Rey’s sister?)

any amount of plot details (ie. thanksgiving at the Weasley’s where you and Percy get stuck hand washing dishes)

Moments Collection prompt (ie. I read your Poe “The moment they first saw you” fic. Can you write one with Dani from Prodigal son?)

Headcanon prompt (ie. how do you think Poe finding out you’re alive after thinking he had lost you would go?) 

Or any combination!! I like writing what you guys want to see and challenging myself with your ideas. 

What “out of the box” ideas are you willing to write?

Many writers will not write the following, so I wanted to be clear that anything on this list can be requested and will be written without being altered (assuming it’s in my lane). If any of these things are used in a work, they will be listed in the Warnings category at the top of the post.

graphic descriptions of violence (including but not limited to: injury, torture, emergency surgery)

death (major characters and reader included. I just won’t write drowning for my own personal safety) 

homophobia 

nightmares/night terrors/forced dream sequence/drug trips/things like in spiderman: far from home before peter gets hit by a train 

lemon/smut/that kind of thing (but I’m very new to this so take it easy on me folks)

panic attacks

dubcon/noncon/dark fic 

I will also write the following things that are not “warning” related but not all writers will dabble in: 

alternate universe (though I usually prefer canon-compliant work) 

crossover content 

polyamorous relationships 

What don't you write?

I absolutely will not write: 

suggestive content with underaged characters (I’ll age them up)

the act of self-harm (I will write post-getting clean or talking about self-harm vaguely, but won’t write the action or witnessing the action for my own safety)

drowning/water boarding/violence involving water (I know, very specific, but I don’t write this for my own safety)

readers that deal with transphobia/racism (I am blessed to not have experienced either of these things and it’s absolutely not my place to think I can write about these struggles. I will however reblog content I find and enjoy because it is so important to talk about these things and bring awareness to these communities)

mental illness other than anxiety/depression/ptsd (outside of canon determined elements)

specific pronoun requests. all of my sfw work is gender neutral. the reader insert/imagine space has been historically very heteronormative and I want everyone to be able to enjoy my writing, no matter how they identify and which pronouns they use. if a fic is requested with pronouns, I will still write the request. it will just be gender neutral

real life people. non-negotiable. this makes me feel icky. no judgement to those that do it. I just won’t

abo!AUs. not my jam. 

magic AUs.

I hope this clears some stuff up! I’m looking forward to hearing from you guys! my inbox is always open so feel free to come chat! 

#Star Wars #Star Wars imagine #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #the punisher #the punisher imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #the mortal instruments #the mortal instruments imagine #tmi imagine #tmi fandom #shadowhunters #shadowhunters imagine #request #requests #fic request #fic requests #fanfic #fanfic requests #spn imagine #supernatural #supernatural imagine #Star Wars rebels #sw rebels #sw rebels imagine #clone wars #clone wars imagine

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

[dreamwritesimagines]

Bad Habit 8 - Riverside [Billy Russo x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback means so much to me, my lovelies! <3 Thank you, and merry Christmas! <3 

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson

Summary: Pinky promises are meant to be kept.

Click here for: Bad Habit 1, Bad Habit 2, Bad Habit 3  Bad Habit 4 Bad Habit 5 Bad Habit 6 Bad Habit 7

Click here to see the playlist for the first 4 parts!

Warning: Explicit language, cussing, mentions of sex, kissing.

Word Count: 4286

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Gif’s not mine!

You’d had your fair share of tense moments in your life. Incidents involving your brother, incidents involving confrontation, and everything between them, they all had made you feel like you were about to pass out from nervousness, but waiting for Matt in a questioning room took the cake.

And when he actually walked in, your head spun from the sudden relief.

“Matt!”

Matt shot the police a curt smile, “May I have a word with my client, officer?”

The police eyed you up and down and pushed his chair back, then left the room while you ran your fingers through your hair, bouncing your leg. Matt heaved a sigh as he heard the door close.

“Please tell me you didn’t say anything.”

You shook your head, then scowled at yourself in your head.

“No.”

“Did you sign anything?”

“I know what not to do.” You muttered, “No. I just waited for you.”

“Thank God…” Matt muttered and crossed his arms, “Karen and Foggy are outside by the way. He’s speaking to the cops and she says she will kill you with your own gun as soon as you walk outside.”

“Because I haven’t suffered enough today?”

“Well, it is still afternoon,” he stated and ran a hand over his face, “We leave you alone for like 5 minutes and you start shooting guns? Seriously?”

“I didn’t shoot anything!” You lowered your voice, “Besides, what the fuck happened to lawyer-client professionalism?”

“You don’t pay me.”

“I got you a round of shots last night, you ungrateful asshole.”

“Also, your fleeing the scene doesn’t exactly help.”

“I didn’t flee!”

“Usually, after an accident you wait for the police.”

“Oh really, Matty? You wait for the police?” You mimicked his deep voice, “It’s Hell’s Kitchen, who the fuck cares about that shit anymore?! New York has been invaded by the fucking aliens twice by now, Devil of Hell’s Kitchen runs around and saves people at night, there is a superhero in every corner and people flip over a gun shot? Jesus, priorities!” You leaned back, sulking, “Wasn’t even my gun.”

Matt closed his eyes, “I know you think it makes it better, but it actually makes it worse,” he said “Are you telling me you fired a gun you weren’t even allowed to have with you in the first place?”

“I didn’t fire shit!” You lowered your voice and Matt frowned,

“I don’t get it.”

“I-“ You cleared your throat, “I-um… someone was trying to hurt me last night.”

“Who?”

You bit inside your cheek, scratching at the table and Matt made a face as if he could hear it.

“Y/N,” he insisted, “Who?”

“My brother.”

Matt paused “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“That would be because I wish I didn’t have a brother.” You mumbled and he drummed his fingertips on the table,

“Care to elaborate?”

You covered your face with your hands, then rubbed at your eyes, “Well …” You looked at him, “Okay, so, long story short. I have a brother, who’s a very, very dangerous psycho. He set up this mechanism in my apartment which looked like a booby trap and it’d basically… It’d shoot me as soon as I opened my door. But um… thankfully Billy was there, so the bullet didn’t hit me.” You pulled at your sleeves, “I can’t go to prison, Matt, I haven’t even watched Orange Is The New Black yet!”

That seemed to make him smile but only for a moment, “So no one was hurt?”

“No, it hit the wall.” You flinched in your chair as the door opened but Foggy walked inside.

“Any problems?”

Matt shook his head, “What are they saying?”

“I have some good news and some bad news.” Foggy said, “Good news is that, they’re gonna let you go. You’re welcome.”

You let out a breath and leaned your head to the table, “Can anyone else hear the Hallelujah Chorus, or is it just me?”

“Bad news…” Foggy trailed off, making you raise your head, “Now you’re also in debt to the police department.”

“Oh Jesus…”

“And um… You might want to pick up some extra shift at the café.” He put the document in front of you and you skimmed the lines, your eyes widening as you saw the number.

“Oh fuck!”

“That’s what irresponsibility gets you.”

Matt shook his head again, “Wasn’t her fault.” He muttered as you picked up the pen and signed the paper.

“Now, can we leave?”

After leaving the police station you decided you at least owed your friends a cup of coffee, so you, Foggy, Matt and Karen -who was still stubbornly glaring at you- made your way into the café. Vicky ran to you and hugged you tight.

“Vicky- Vicky my stitches-“ You coughed and she pulled back, her eyes filled with tears.

“I thought you’d get a life sentence!”

Foggy turned to stare at her, then elbowed Matt who looked like he was ready to burst into a laughter. Karen crossed her arms, biting inside her cheek.

“Vicky, you do know I didn’t kill anyone?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.” Liz said after squeezing your arm in an assuring manner, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Is the boss here?”

“Nope. Sit down, I’ll bring you all coffee.”

Matt smiled at her politely and he and Foggy sat down, while Karen looked at you silently, her brows raised.

“Okay, let’s just get coffee and then you can fuck me up.” You said as you both sat down. Karen clicked her tongue.

“So let me get this straight.” She started, “You got attacked, -again, if I may add-, and after you got attacked, you decided your house wasn’t safe anymore-“

“It’ll be safe once I get the door fixed,” You said and Foggy got his phone out of his pocket and started typing something.

“On it. I know a guy who owes me a favor.”

“And then,” Karen continued as if no one had cut her off, “Then instead of calling me- your best friend- you decided to go and crash at a guy’s place whom you’ve known for a little over a week?”

“Um…” You swallowed and turned to Matt, “A little help here?”

“You’re on your own.”

“Shit- Okay, Karen-“ You took a deep breath, “I know how that sounds like and in my defense...” You cleared your throat, “He seduced me with his hair and his facial hair.”

Karen rolled her eyes, “You know what, I’m gonna shoot you and this time you could just crawl your way to Billy’s apartment, since he’s the guy-“

“Oh my God, I was almost shot, okay, show some compassion woman!”

“And I had to learn about you getting arrested from your friend, not from you-“

“What the fuck was I supposed to do, Karen? Was I supposed to text “Tfw police comes to pick you up, hashtag yolo?”

Karen raised her brows, “Yeah? What did you text Billy when we left the police station?”

You sulked, “Straight outta prison, hashtag badass.” You muttered and Matt snorted,

“One would think you weren’t shaking in fear when I walked inside.”

“Do you have any idea about how I felt?!” Karen snapped as Foggy slid down in his chair, his shoulders silently shaking with laughter. “You don’t go to a stranger’s house after you almost get shot, you come to your best friend-“

“My best friend would drag me to a hospital-“

“Fuck yeah I would drag you to a hospital, because that’s where people go when they get hurt!” She lowered her voice, “They don’t go to a guy’s house to play doctor.”

“She has a point.”

“Whose side are you on?!”

“Hers.” Both Matt and Foggy pointed at Karen, who looked smug and leaned back, you on the other hand crossed your arms.

“Fine, Karen, I’ll crawl and bleed on your couch the next time I get shot, I promise.” You muttered and turned to Matt and Foggy, “Thanks for saving my ass today, traitors.”

Matt waved a hand dismissively “I’m pretty sure you can pay us with shots.”

You snorted, “I’ll be lucky to have money to get food.” You grumbled and Karen’s frown deepened.

“What?”

“I’m supposed to pay this huge amount of money, because of the whole getting arrested thing also, I should just find a dead animal and leave it at my neighbor’s doorstep for intimidation like we do in Chicago, snitches get stitches-“

“I don’t really think that’s a thing, what part of Chicago did you use to live in?”

“Dangerous part of Chicago.” You answered Foggy and he shrugged,

“Why don’t you ask fancy boy?”

You snorted, “I’d rather shoot myself. Do you guys know any loan sharks?”

“Not funny.” Karen said as Vicky walked to your table with coffee cups.

“There you go.”

“Thank you.” Matt said politely and you took your cup, then took a sip.

“You’re feeling alright?”

“Prison changes a person, Vicky.”

“You stayed in custody for two hours.” Foggy commented and as if on cue, your phone started ringing. You lowered your glances to see Billy’s name flashing across your screen and you took a deep breath, then took the phone to your ear.

“You’re speaking to Al Capone?”

Karen rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly and Billy heaved a sigh.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not on the phone, what’s going on?”

“Got arrested.” You sipped your coffee and Billy paused,

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you want me to make you an offer you can’t refuse?”

“I’m gonna be so pissed if I find a horse head in my apartment.” He said, “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“I left you alone for about an hour,” Billy stated incredulously. “How did you get arrested in an hour? For what?!”

“Discharge of arms last night.”

He groaned, “Fuck…”

You bit on your lip, trying to keep your mind off the gutter “Yeah so, I’m like extra dangerous now.”

“You’re extra ridiculous, that’s what you are.”

“Boy you’re really pushing your luck with the horse head-“

“Where are you? I’m sending a lawyer-“

“No need, we handled it.”

“We handled it?”

“Yeah, Matt and Foggy saved my ass.”

There was a pause and he clicked his tongue, “Did they?”

You nodded, “Anyway, I was gonna ask you out tonight. My treat, even if I can’t actually afford it. Consider it my thanks for last night.”

Foggy’s head shot up and he made a face, “Oh wow.”

You flipped him, “So?”

“Sure,” Billy’s voice was distant for some reason, “I could be a bit late though, is that okay?”

“Oh yeah, no problem, I can start before you.”

“Great. Will Matt be accompanying you until I get there?”

You pulled your brows together, “Huh?”

“Never mind.”  He said, “Listen, gotta catch a meeting, send me the address.” With that, he hung up and you stared at the phone, frowning.

“The hell just happened?”

You drummed your fingernails on the counter of the bar, playing with your phone. You were already on your third drink and somehow, it didn’t help the way you felt. You had no idea why Billy had reacted that way, but you could already tell that you didn’t like it.

As soon as you finished your drink and put the glass on table, somebody took the seat beside you.

“Hi.”

Great. Now you had another problem.

“Hello.” You smiled politely before turning back to your phone but the guy didn’t seem to take the hint.

“What’re you drinking?”

“Nothing special.” You said curtly and he smiled slightly.

“I’m Lucas, and you are?”

“Not interested.”  

“You’re this rude to everyone who’s nice to you? Wouldn’t kill you to smile.”

That got you to raise your head from the phone and you glared at him, “Buddy, I don’t know you, okay? I’m waiting for someone, so please…” You waved a hand dismissively and he shrugged.

“Just trying to make conversation.”

“I’d try my luck somewhere else.”

“Maybe I’m nice once you get to know me.”

“Jesus Christ-“ You started but before you could say anything else, your phone started ringing. It was a number you didn’t know so you frowned slightly, automatically distracted from the guy, and you held the phone in your hand for a couple of seconds before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hi sis.”

And just like that, all the buzz in your head was gone. Your breathing got way faster as you felt the familiar panic filling your system and you stood up from the seat, suddenly it had become way too hard to breathe in the bar. You pushed open the door and walked outside, holding the phone tightly in your hand.

“You still there?” The familiar drawl made you grit your teeth and you kept walking without knowing where you’d end up, in hopes to find somewhere calmer and more silent.

“Yeah. I’m here, asshole.”

“Good. Missed me?”

You stayed silent and leaned your head back to the brick wall of the alley, taking a deep breath.

He wasn’t here. And you were completely safe.

“The fuck you want?”

“That’s no way to talk to your brother.”

“You know what, I’m getting really tired of this shit where everyone tells me how to talk to someone. The fuck do you want?”

“I waited for you.” His voice was enough to send a chill down your spine, “In the hospital. You didn’t show up.”

“Yeah, sorry your plan for shooting me didn’t work exactly the way you thought it would.”

“Courtesy of your boyfriend I’m sure.”

Your grip around the phone tightened and he chuckled.

“What? Didn’t think I’d find out? I’m offended, my baby sis not telling me shit about her man. I should get to know him to see if he’s a good fit-“

“You don’t get close to him, dickhead,” You tried to keep your voice stable even if your eyes were already filled with tears, “You hear? If you do, I swear to God-“

“What?” his voice was taunting, “You’ll do what, lil sis?”

You only paused for a second,

“I will end you.”

“See, that might not work the way you want.”

You gulped and tried to see through the haze of anger and panic, and bit inside your cheek, ignoring the burning in your eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice came out as a whisper and you heard his chuckle before he took a deep breath.

“Told you,” he said, “Family over everything, sis.”

With that, he hung up and you looked at the screen, trying to pull yourself together and dug your fingernails into your palms, closing your eyes for a second.

No. It wasn’t the time for this.

You were gonna go inside, and have some fun with Billy and everything would be fine-

“Hey.”

Or not.

You threw your head back, adrenaline still pulsing through your veins and turned around to look at Lucas, who had his hands in his pockets, watching you.

“You seem stressed.”

“Jesus, what is this, a joke?” You snapped, “Dude, get the fucking clue, not interested.” You took a step to walk past him but before you could, he grabbed your arm, smiling at you.

You should’ve been scared. You knew you were supposed to be scared, but somehow, as the anger filled your veins, you were way too furious to feel any fear.

“Let go of my arm before you lose that hand.”

“Or what?”

Before you could open your mouth, your fist had already flown forward and as soon as he stumbled back, someone yanked him from behind and turned him around before punching him hard.

“Can’t say she didn’t warn you.” He said calmly as Lucas tried to find his balance, and lunged himself at Billy, but even you could tell it was a lost fight even before it began. Billy grabbed his wrist and twisted his hand before the sickening crack reached your ears and Lucas let out a scream of pain, which made you smile only for a second before you snapped out of it, shocked at yourself.

You couldn’t. You weren’t supposed to find this satisfactory in any way.

“Billy- stop, okay, enough-”

He didn’t seem to hear you, instead he threw another punch at Lucas and you heard another crack, then saw the blood coming out of Lucas’s nose before he gripped it tight.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry-“

“Doesn’t work like that, asshole.” He threw him towards the brick wall and Lucas hit the wall like a rag doll before he stumbled on his steps, still trying to find his balance before you got between him and Billy and Lucas used that opportunity to run away from him, getting out of the alley as fast as he could.

“Get out of the way.”

“No!” You snapped at him, “You need to stop- that’s- that’s enough.”

He turned to look at you, and you could see the wild fire burning in his dark eyes as he panted.

“That’s enough?” He repeated, his voice barely holding back his anger, “Do you have any idea what that fucker-“

“I know, okay? It’s not the first time, won’t be the last, but listen to me- Billy!” You raised your voice as he took a step and you pressed your hand to his chest, feeling his fast heart beat against your palm, “I’m fine.”

“Y/N-“

“Just some creepy guy, being creepy. Okay? I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

“Like fuck nothing happened, I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna do nothing.”

“I’m gonna kill him-” he tried to walk past you but you pushed him back.

“I don’t have any idea about how conjugal visits work in New York, so you’re gonna chill the fuck down!”

But your snapping at him seemed to have no power on him, because he turned his back to pace in the alley, running a hand through his slicked back hair, breathing hard as if he didn’t know how to come back down from the high the anger gave him. It was as if it was all out of his control and you were witnessing a side of him neither you, nor he had any idea about how to keep in check.

And it was all too much. It was as if your brain had suddenly gone numb, all the panic, all the fear, everything was swallowed by this strange feeling that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I-I don’t want you to leave, okay?” Your voice dropped a bit “Screw the guy, and stay, for me.”

Billy turned to look at you as you walked to him, and cupped his cheek.

“Please?” Your hand balled up into a fist as you held his shirt and stood on your tiptoes, planting a soft kiss to his lips, then wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching the back of his neck slowly. You let out a soft whine when he pressed you against the wall and pulled you into a deep kiss, your hands slipping to his chest.

“Y/N-“ He let out a breath when he pulled back, sounding physically hurt from being unable to decide what to do, and when you looked up at him, you were sure that your pupils were as wide as his, as if you both were high on something.

He held you tight on the back of your neck, the darkness in his eyes focused on you.

“You want me to stay?” he asked hoarsely, and you gulped, then nodded fervently as soon as it dawned on you.

Desire.

That was what you felt. That was what suffocated every other feeling in your mind. You couldn’t even think about anything else anymore, not the threats coming closer, not the asshole from the bar, nothing.  All you could feel was that you needed him, with you. In any way possible.

In a very specific way if possible, thank you very much.

“And then what?”

Your eyes snapped up to his, to see the gleam in them “W-What?”

“I can stay here…” He taunted, “But what do you want me to do?”

You were at lost for words, especially when he planted a kiss to your neck, holding you still. You arched your back, pressing your body against his without knowing what the hell you were doing.

“Billy-“

“What do you want us to do, Y/N?” Billy insisted and you tried to speak through the haze in your brain.

“An-anything?” You offered shakily, making him chuckle.

“Anything?” he repeated and you nodded, trying to silence the voice in your mind saying; Not anything, I don’t want to do ‘anything’ in a dark alley. Your hormones turned out to be stronger than your ration so you just waited until Billy spoke again

“So if I told you…” he dragged his fingertips on your arm “That I want to have you right here, right now…?”

“Billy-“ That didn’t come out as a sob, nope, not at all. His hands went under your shirt to feel your skin against his fingertips, but as soon as his grip tightened around your waist, pain shot through your wound and you held your breath, a yelp of pain escaping from your lips. That seemed to have the same effect on him as fire, because he pulled back as if you burned him.

“You okay? Did I hurt you?”

You tried to catch your breath and shook your head,

“No, not you- the stitches hurt.”

He nodded curtly and licked his lips, as if trying to control himself.

“I-um…” For the first time since you’ve met him, he stammered, “Do you want to go inside?”

That made you snap out of the bliss and you thought for a second, remembering why you were outside. Your hand involuntarily went to your pocket to check your phone as the panic dawned on you once again, out of nowhere and you shook your head.

“I need some fresh air.” You said, “Walk with me?”

Your walk to riverside was silent. Billy seemed to understand when you wanted to talk and when you didn’t, because he didn’t even open his mouth to attempt to start a conversation. When you reached the bench by the riverside, you uncapped your beer that you both had got on the way, and took a sip as you sat down. Billy sat down next to you and you inhaled the cold breeze, leaning forward, resting your elbows on your knees.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.”

You took another sip from your beer, and gulped, biting inside your cheek. You could feel the burning behind your eyes but you blinked fast, desperate to keep the tears at bay, at least until you were done saying what you needed to say.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” You started, “I told you I left Chicago because me and my brother had a fight. It’s actually… It’s a lot complicated than that.”

He nodded silently, waiting for you to keep going.

“My brother, he’s-“ You cleared your throat, “I don’t need to tell you he’s dangerous. I think you’ve seen that. What you haven’t seen is…that little booby trap? That’s just the beginning of what he could do.”

“To you?”

“To anyone.” You stated and licked your lips, “But yeah. Especially to me.”

“Why?”

A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips as the cold breeze whipped your hair, and you swirled the liquid in the bottle, deep in thought.

“I’ve done something bad,” You said slowly, “At least… at least he thinks it’s bad. And then all hell broke loose.” You kept your eyes on the calm, still water. “The reason why I left Chicago wasn’t our argument. It was because of his revenge. I had this… I had this boyfriend.” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “Around the time I did what I did. My brother hurt him, very badly. In front of me.”

Billy frowned, “What did you do?”

You bit on your lip hard, ignoring his question,

“So um… I wanted to say-“ You tried to keep your voice from cracking, “This is, uh- This is my heads up. I’m in some really fucked up shit, so if you wanted-“ You forced yourself to shrug, “If it’s too much for you, you could leave. No hard feelings, I promise.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds, and shook his head,

“I’m not leaving.”

“Are you listening to me? I’m dangerous-“

“No, I am listening to you. I just find it ironic that you beat me to it.”

You blinked dumbly “What?”

“This whole speech.” He waved a hand, “Never occurred to you, not even once, did it? That I might be bad for you?”

“I’m not talking about heartbreak.”

“Neither am I,” his voice was way too calm and you turned to look at him, “You really think you’re the only one with enemies here?”

That caused you to fall silent, and you licked your lips, looking him deep in the eye.

“You have enemies?”

He nodded and sipped his own beer,

“Yeah. I’ve got quite a lot, to be honest. And I’m planning to make more.”

“You’re planning to make more enemies.” You repeated, confused, “Why?”

He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the river,

“So, the same thing goes for you,” he stated, “You could leave. No hard feelings.”

For some reason, you could feel the goose bumps rising on your arm and a cold feeling running down your spine, but you ignored it and held out your pinky.

“I won’t if you won’t.”

That seemed to make him smile slightly and he eyed you up and down before entwining his finger with yours.

“Deal.”

Part 9 is up! 

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Monster March masterlist

For All Eternity

cecaelia!Bucky x mermaid!Reader (x prince!Tony)

moodboard by @brdom

Plot: After a nightmare that seems too real you turn to Bucky for help, signing a contract with him doesn’t look like a bad idea at the time.

note: reader is Steve and Peggy’s daughter so I guess there’s that implied physical appearance but feel free to ignore that part if it doesn’t suit you

The Chase

alien!Billy Russo x Reader

moodboard by@brdom

Plot: They came from the stars and offered salvation, but nothing comes without a price…

Fallen

fallen angel!Darkling x angel!Reader

moodborad by @brdom

Plot: You've been betrayed and are about to die when a dark angel comes to your rescue...

My Sweet Princess

centaur!Steve x amazon princess!Reader

(some Wanda x reader and Wanda x Steve)

moodborad by @brdom

Plot: Steve, the leader of the centaurs has plans for you...

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