#Billy Russo fan fic

[ellooo0ooo]

Siren!Billy Russo🧜‍♀️ w/ short comic

Based on this post, written by @becauseicantthinkwritings (really sorry;;;) with @marvelmusing's moodboard

I missed some things a little too late for me, and I'm embarrassed about it lol sorry afkhask

Some obstacles must be overcome so it took a while to finish akfjlaksjfl

Also @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend here it is!

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fic #billy russo imagine #the punisher #punisher #the punisher netflix #the punisher fanart #the punisher imagine #billy russo fanart #billy russo art #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #the punisher au #art #digital art #artwork #artists on tumblr #illustration #fan comic #ellooo0ooo

[silverwolfdesign]

🡒 ✨ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐬 & 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥 • 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.

#ben barnes #ben barnes edit #erebos #billy russo #andrew garfield #andrew garfield edit #kornel #jeb pyre #the punisher #Under the Banner of Heaven #collage #maip #fan fic #oc #au #rp #rpg #(character) #couple #(couple) #(rp) #(rpg) #(collage) #(crossover) #crossover #(au)

[kittenbradensgf]

the father, the son, and the holy spirit for brank fans are heart of a dog, way down we go, and a salt wife.

(heart of a dog is by wheatfromchaff on ao3)

(way down we go is by ponfarr on ao3)

(a salt wife is by saltandbyrne on ao3)

#all on ao3 #all amazing (and very able to make me sob) #they are all books of the bible in my heart #brank #the punisher #billy russo #frank castle #frankenbilly #fic recs #for any brank fans who have not read these absolute masterpieces. you should #do mind the tags on them though. particularly on a salt wife #hoad and wdwg are angsty but ultimately have happy endings and are love stories. a salt wife is not. it gets dark

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Objects in Motion

Part 1

Alpha! Billy Russo x Omega! Reader

A/N: My very first A/B/O fic, that I started a while ago, and just decided to post.

It all started after finding out how much that lovely coat Billy wears in s1 costs.

Warnings: Masturbation, omega in heat.

You’re often overwhelmed.

It’s the hitch of your breath when your feelings are too big for your body, or the way your throat hurts with all the words that go unsaid.

There are not enoughs and there are too muchs and hardly any moments when things are… just right.

The coat in your hands is soft- ridiculously so, the label offers you an explanation- 100% cotton. You can't help the way your hands tighten on the material, as if you’d fight off anyone that tried to take it from you. Like for the first time, just right isn’t just a far away idea, it’s here, in your hands, against your chest.

How had you ended up here? Curled under your bed sheets, pillows all around you, clutching this lovely black coat to your body?

Today had been very overwhelming, your phone had pinged, alerting you to your impending heat, reminding you that you needed to pick up supplies. 

Your heats were formidable too, always too hot or too hungry or too needy. There was never a part of you that existed within the realms of fine.

At least until now.

When you were clutching this delightful black coat in your hands, bringing it up to your nose so that you could catch a whiff of the bewitching scent. 

It's bergamot at first, followed by notes of citrus that makes your eyes flutter shut. Delight spreads out inside you, fanning at the flames of your desire- your heat coming on faster as your nose lingers on the scent. You catch hints of pepper at the very end and it prompts you to take another long inhale.

Based on the size of the coat, your mind formulates an idea of the size of the person that wears it. The very thought causes you to clench your thighs together.

You didn't mean for this to happen, you'd only gone to pick up your silky PJs from the dry cleaners, designed specifically to be worn during your heat for maximum comfort on your skin. The delicate, gossamer material demanded special care, but you were very glad to have been gifted them some years ago.

You'd just picked up your item, when your nose had zeroed in on a scent that had made your body perk up curiously. It was the first time your senses had streamlined onto one thing, where throughout the day you'd had a number of difficult sensory encounters, leading you into wearing a beanie and noise cancelling headphones and the biggest jacket in your closet in any attempt to feel less things. The scent had made your brain ache for more, demanding you follow what your body had accepted- that this specific scent brought you absolute pleasure.

Even through the garment bag it was stored in, it had activated dangerous thoughts in your hindbrain, and before you could even look around for cameras, you'd reached over the counter and swiped the garment bag when the girl at the front desk wasn't looking. It had been tucked to your chest and smuggled out of the dry cleaners without even a moment of guilt.

Realistically, you wouldn't be in that much trouble anyway, omega behaviour was usually forgiven, even if it didn't make sense. No one would lock you up for swiping a men's coat, especially not so close to your heat.

You have a few hours left, and you use it to make sure your food supplies are easily accessible. Your heats tended to run on for five days- higher than average- which means that you were in a lot more danger of starvation and dehydration.

You wonder if he would take good care of you. Your mind spinning back to the owner of the coat, having already made up some basic idea of him.

You knew his designation, by scent alone, but you were too afraid to admit it to yourself, worried about the consequences of having stolen a coat from someone like that.

Would they be mad? Probably not, you were sure with a scent like that, they were used to omegas swarming around.

The thought made you unreasonably jealous, for a person you didn’t even know.

.

Your heat hits you in the early hours of the next morning. 

You wake with a whine, sitting up, thighs damp with your arousal. You reach for the pills on your bedside table, taking them quickly and swallowing down some tepid water, before lying back. They would help you go back to sleep until morning alleviating some symptoms of your heat. You turn, finding the coat lying beside you. You take a deep breath into it as you fall asleep.

.

You can’t focus on anything as you pump the slick pink dildo in and out of you. There are tears streaming down your face, desperate for much more than you could ever give yourself. 

You bring the coat up to your nose, crying harder as the scent wraps around you.

“Alpha.” You pant into the soft material, imagining your fantasy version of the owner. 

You take a deep breath, envisioning him here with you, presumably large body curved over yours, taking up all the air around you, smooth skin available for you to scratch and claw at, his scent glands on display and eager for your mark.

“Alpha.” You beg again, into the loneliness of your apartment.

.

The coat becomes a centerpoint in your nest.

On day three when it’s fully finished to a satisfactory level, an arrangement of pillows and sheets all around your bed, you tuck the coat in beside you, delighted at the way the material feels on your flushed skin.

The scent is strongest at the collar, where it's probably rubbed on his neck often, brushed against his gland when he turns to examine something.

You groan, mouth watering for a bite of him, whoever he was.

There’s a lot of buttons and buckles on it, and your hindbrain is somewhat obsessed with what you think he looks like wearing it, probaby commands any room he walks into. 

The label at the back says Burberry, and though you're not very familiar with the brand, the clean stitching and soft material tells you that it’s definitely got to cost more than what you pay for your own coats.

You sigh, stripping out of your PJ’s and opting to slide into the coat itself.

A groan slips from your mouth, the material feels coarse on your oversensitive skin, but you welcome it as you feel his scent engulf you.

A fresh wave of arousal coats your thighs, and you can’t help inching your hand down between damp thighs until you find your swollen clit.

.

On your knees now, face down into your bed, you bite down on the collar of the midnight black coat.

Your eyes roll back into your head, muffled grunts as you pump your overstimulated cunt to the brim.

You rub your face into the collar, arching your neck so that your scent gland rubs against the coat, a low whine at the severe taboo thought of rubbing your gland against a stranger's.

It's frowned upon, but the very thought of it is what brings you to orgasm just a few moments later. 

You struggle for air, hair tickling your cheek as you huff, some of it clings to the saliva at the corner of your mouth, some of it is caught in the tears that smear your cheeks.

You want- like never before.

.

When your heat is over, the guilt kicks in.

You know better than to wash the coat yourself, only wiping gently at the interior in hopes of wiping off any lingering traces of… you away. You think about getting it dry cleaned yourself but you’d used the last of your money on the alleviator pills to help with your heat symptoms. You wouldn’t get paid until the end of the month.

Finally, you rummage through the pockets, checking to see if anything had been left behind by the owner. You find a crumpled napkin with someone’s number scribbled on, leaning in, you take an experimental sniff and draw away from it in disgust as the scent hits your nose.

You almost put it back, but you figured it was crumpled anyway, probably meant for a bin in the first place- so you put it there. Searching again and you smile when you come across a tub of lip balm, opening it and giving a little sniff of the inside. There’s no scent to it, and you curiously swipe a bit onto your finger and smear it onto your lips.

You begin to get a sense that the person this coat belongs to, has very refined tastes, and after a quick search, your eyes widen in shock when you discover the lip balm costs near fifty dollars.

Which is how it starts- an itch at the back of your head that tries to warn you of the possibility that the coat in your possession costs more than you’d initially thought.

You let out a slow breath, typing in the information stitched onto the label and your eyes bulge out of your head when you finally see the price of the coat sitting in your lap.

Three thousand.

The coat you stole had cost nearly three thousand dollars.

You look down at the item in betrayal, the scent of its true owner just barely clinging to it. 

You take a deep breath, pushing your phone aside as you begin rummaging for a box capable of returning such an expensive item.

Thankfully, you know where to return it to, as the name and address had been hooked to the garment bag.

Delivering it is another difficult task on its own, but you manage, having to call in a few favours and explain in lengthy detail to the courier that your package wasn’t dangerous in any way but you’d rather not deliver it yourself.

Luckily, you’re able to convince them of your cause, the urge to help an omega in distress working in your favour.

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It’s nine a.m on a Saturday morning when Billy comes home from his run. 

He’s fishing for his keys in his pocket when he notices that there’s a box sitting in front of his door.

He pauses for a moment, looks at the item, before stepping forward to examine it.

There’s a card on top- one of those printed ones you can get at a convenience store- light blue sky and a panda holding onto a handful of bamboo stalks. 

There’s an “I’m Sorry,” printed on, and then something added in below in pen.

‘From a very apologetic Omega.’ It says.

His eyebrows twitch in amusement, he brings the card up to his nose to catch a whiff- the scent of light, floral perfume fills his nose. 

He’s aware his coat had been stolen, he’d seen video footage of the crime itself, watched as a small hooded frame had reached across and nicked his coat before it could be cleaned. The dry cleaners had sent him the footage when they’d explained what had happened.

He’d thought it had been gone for good, deleting the only copy of the footage and moving on. He could afford to replace one coat. 

This though, was interesting, it seems like the omega had felt some sort of remorse, and had returned his coat to him.

It was sweet, he found himself smiling as he reached down to pick the box up, cradling it under one arm and flipping the card open as he enters his apartment.

‘Dear Alpha,                    I’m so sorry I took your coat. I tried to clean it as best as I could, but I couldn’t afford to have it dry cleaned for you. It’s wrapped tightly to protect you from the scent on it. I'd suggest not opening it, and taking it to be cleaned as soon as you get it. I’m very sorry. P.S. You have a very nice scent.’

He huffs, feeling a little sorry for an omega that couldn’t afford a dry cleaning bill, then again, the cost of the coat would definitely bring up the price a lot more.

Curiously, he tugs the box open, finding that the garment bag has been folded carefully and wrapped in plastic wrap. 

He sniffs the box experimentally, searching for any hint of a scent, or any indication that the package could be dangerous.

All he gets is more of that pleasant perfume that he figured was doused in the box to protect him from the scent.

It only makes him more curious.

Billy grips the plastic wrap, and very carefully tears a little hole into the plastic, breaking the seal.

His body goes rigid. 

He feels his pupils dilate, his hindbrain roaring to life as he catches the scent of an omega in heat.

His omega.

He rips the plastic furiously, fumbles with the garment bag and rips the zipper open. His eyes scan the coat, as he takes one long, slow breath.

The first scent he gets are apples, and then light notes of vanilla, but under it all, is the kick of pheromones, that sticks like honey on his tongue.

He takes another deep breath, groaning as his cock swells, pulsing to life, begging to claim the owner of such a delicious scent.

There’s so much of it, filling his space with sweet notes of frustration, yearning and unfulfillment. 

His omega, needing him.

A growl tears from his chest, something inside of him collapses like an avalanche, only increasing with time, decimating his thoughts and leaving a feverish burn under his skin.

He tugs the coat open, groaning, the tart smell of cunt clings to the inside of his coat, telling him that his omega wore his coat naked.

Desperate little thing, he thinks, as he dips his hand into his joggers, fingers wrapping firmly around his cock, squeezing in an attempt to force his orgasm away. He groans, the grip around his cock rewarding him with pleasure, and he can’t help pumping himself, trying to ease the desire inside of him.

He leans in, nose pressed to the collar of his coat, where the scent is strongest, where his omega must have rubbed their little scent gland vigorously against his coat,

Sweet, delightful, his cock aches for a cunt he’s never seen, his mouth yearns for skin he’s never touched. All he has, is the honeyed scent of an omega’s heat, and the screaming inside of him that demands he claim what his body knows is his.

His grip on his cock tightens, his vision blurs, head full of thoughts, ideas of a little omega under him, sobbing as they take his cock repeatedly, begging for more with broken cries.

He doesn’t stop until he comes into his hand, only then, does his thinking sharpen.

He puts his coat in bed beside him, he hopes the sheets will absorb the smell, so that he can have his little omega with him while he sleeps. He wakes with an aching cock, and the coat clutched tightly against his chest, struggling to remember fading dreams of little omegas that beg nicely.

He doesn’t get out of bed until he’s come twice into the palm of his hand.

.

He searches for days. 

But when he’d deleted the footage from the dry cleaners, he’d gotten rid of any hope of tracing his omega’s movements, and chances of finding an address. 

She doesn’t leave any record of one, always opting to pick up her items herself. 

At least he’s gotten that, a basic description, a height, an idea of her complexion and the colour of her eyes.

It was too vague to work with, but it was something he could think about before he went to sleep at night, with his nose buried in his coat, breathing in the scent of her, desperate to find the omega that had stolen his coat and unintentionally taken his heart.

He studies the card too, learns the handwriting, growing more and more desperate for his little omega.

Billy knew he wouldn't stop looking, not until he found the person who'd opened up a nest of possibilities in his head, giving him something he'd never had in a very long time.

Hope.

.

.

.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #my writings #Alpha!Billy Russo #billy russo smut

[whorediaries-09]

hall of morals;

listing out some of my favorite fanfictions by absolutely talented people. as a creator on this hellsite, i know people aren't appreciated enough, so here's my cue 🩷!

if you check out their works and enjoy them, make sure to reblog and/or leave a little feedback. also make sure to read the warnings the writers have listed.

don't deny it by @weird-is-life rockstar!sirius black x reader

i'm older than you think by @wingedhallows postazkaban!sirius black x reader

siriusly; an ode to fan fic writers by @bave-de-crapaud postazkaban!sirius black x reader

flat vs flat: the prank war by @bave-de-crapaud posthogwarts!sirius black x reader

hockeyplayer!sirius black x ice-skater!reader by @lenacosse enemies to lovers trope

rockstar!sirius black x reader by @sxriusblxck

steamy make out session with sirius black by @sxriusblxck

dealbreaker by @luveline sirius black x reader

holy fool by @fuckmymunson dark!sirius black x reader

come back, be here (series) by @ellecdc posthogwarts!sirius black x reader

tattooartist!sirius black x reader by @dearharriet

so it goes by @dearharriet magician!sirius black x illusionist!reader

linger by @evanpeterswhoresblog sirius black x rockstar!reader

champagne problems by @redtaylorsversiongirlie harry potter x reader

love for cigs and love without 'em by @fictional-magic harry potter x black!reader

this feels like falling in love by @amhrosina billy russo x reader

run, run, run by @banditthewriter billy russo x reader

old wives' tale by @pillow-titties billy russo x reader

for our sakes by @pillow-titties billy russo x reader

a woman scorned (series) by @queen-haq billy russo x reader

a woman reborn (series) by @queen-haq billy russo x reader. sequel to a woman scorned.

#sirius black thoughts #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black imagine #hp marauders #the marauders era #marvel #billy russo x reader #billy russo #harry potter x reader

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

FeelMySkinOnYourSkin Masterlist

As of April 2024

I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. (that includes not allowing my manips to be used on TikTok, Instagram, and Pinterest, etc.)

The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr.

PLEASE ONLY INTERACT WITH FICS MARKED 18+/SMUT IF YOUR AGE IS IN YOUR BIO/PINNED OR I WILL BLOCK YOU. Thanks!

MANIPS

MOODBOARDS GIFS

Trope De Sept 2023 Masterlist (Fics from this event are also mixed in below in their respective categories)

Headcanons about Bucky, Frank, and Matt

FRANK CASTLE

Worship You (Smut/18+)

Fight Club [Frank's Version] (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Matt)

Stray (Fluff)

How to Say I Love You (Fluff, Angst)

Amore Mio (Fluff)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Bucky)

Where We Begin and End (Angst/Comfort)

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (Smut/18+, Angst/Comfort)

Always A Rangers Fan (Fluff)

Not A Date (Fluff)

MATT MURDOCK

Drive (Smut/18+)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

It's Hard to Dance With the Devil On Your Back (Fluff)

Who We Are and Who We Want to Be (Angst/Comfort)

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas (Fluff)

Fight Club (Smut/18+, Angst, Fluff)

Original | Frank's Version (Alt Ending, Matt x Reader x Frank)

Take What You Need (Smut/18+, Angst) 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rate My Professor (Smut/18+)

A Random Thursday (Fluff)

STEVE ROGERS

Complicated (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

BUCKY BARNES

Pongo and Perdita (Fluff)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank Castle x Reader x Bucky)

Pink Roses (Fluff)

Way Over Yonder (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

Names (Series - Fluff, Angst)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

The Proposal (Fluff)

The Lighthouse (Series - Unfinished)

PART 1

Why Are You In My Bed? (Fluff)

Sex with Bucky Drabble (SMUT/18+)

I Must Have Done Something Good (Angst, Fluff)

To the Stars and Back (Fluff)

White Widow (Series - Fluff, Angst, Smut)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

OTHERS

You and I Were Fireworks - Sam Wilson x Reader (Fluff)

What You've Heard - Billy Russo x Reader (SMUT/18+)

Another Life - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Angst)

#bucky x reader #mutt murdock x reader #bucky barnes #matt murdock #steve rogers #bucky x reader x steve #stucky x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #steve rogers x reader #marvel fic #mcu fic #nmcu fic #winter soldier #captain america #frank castle #frank castle x reader #punisher #the punisher

[queen-haq]

Dear queen! I am very glad that you started writing a new fanfic about the Punisher universe! I love the idea of an arranged marriage, I love your vision of Billy as a psychopath and a strong character reader. Please take more time to develop Billy's character, I love his freak nature so much))) I also want to feel more of the slow burning between the main characters. I missed the prelude in "A Woman Scorned" because you write so well about how Billy seduces the reader. The sexual tension between them is crazy. Sorry, I'm drowning in dreams;) Thank you for giving your readers so much joy from the opportunity to touch Billy Russo.! I wanted to ask if there will be more bar and nightclub locations in this fanfic? and also more girls around Billy?

hi hun, I hope you're doing well 💗

Im so happy you're excited by the new fic, I certainly am 😛 There will definitely be at least one club scene, I'm not sure if more will pop up!

As for if there will be other women, you'll have to stay tuned.

Im not a fan of stories where the guy falls instantly for their love interest and gives up all women because he's fallen in love first sight. I really enjoy reading and writing stories where it takes time for people to fall in love. It's a slow journey, and they're prickly, but when they fall they FALL. Take that how you will 🤩

Thank you!

#gy feedback

[alittlestrangesparkle]

Welcome to the mysterious mind of a whimsical forest nymph ♡

➳ Hello strange traveler ♥ Welcome to my little corner of the Internet! I hope that you enjoy your stay ...

About Me: I'm Chloe, a teen author and aesthetic creator who lives to spread the word of God and to write fanfiction! You can also feel free to call me Kylie or even Sparkle if you prefer; my pronouns are she/her! I'm USA-based, and I write OC + reader fanfic for Kaz Brekker, Bucky Barnes, Matt Murdock, and Billy Russo. If you sense a trend, shhhhhhhhhh ....

12+ & - 25 please

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

10 things about me -

My aesthetics are probably mainly cottage/fairycore and anything pink or pastel, but I love cowgirl and dark academia aesthetics as well! I love making moodboards and banners for things, if you're a mutual ask me to make you one!

I'm Christian, but I won't ever push my values or beliefs on you as long as you are respectful towards me. Please, no hate asks or speeches about how "You can't PROVE God" in my askbox :)

I'm in the middle of five kids: my eldest brother is engaged to an amazing girl, my older sister is in college studying graphic design, and me and the two younger ones live with my parents!

My first fanfiction ever was written when I was 11, and it featured a very convoluted plot (as well as terrible writing) that was supposedly centered around Wings of Fire, although it was kind of hard to tell.

I'm homeschooled, and I live in a pretty small town that luckily now has more than one store.

I'm a die-hard Swiftie and Lana Del Ray fan, but I also love Melanie Martinez, Sabrina Carpenter, and all country music!

As for video games, I play BOTW and TOTK, as well as Pokemon Violet even though my two best friends have Scarlet. (My starter was Sprigatito)

Fave movies and shows are; Shadow and Bone, The Last of Us, The Mandolorian, Daredevil, Luke Cage, The Punisher, The Ring, Stargate, Firefly Lane, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, The Black Phone, Lost, and Harry Potter.

I'm an aspiring photographer who also loves to paint! I have my own photo gallery with snapshots of the wild Southern ranches that are my home, and I would love to share them with you all!

I love fashion and tend to sew my own clothes, which I have been doing since I was old enough to use the sewing machine.

Requests: open, but tentatively! I DON'T WRITE SMUT (i'm a minor don't send me inappropriate content) but I will write fluff and angst as much as you want! I can also totally write romance/implied sex, I just don't like writing explicit sex. If an ask makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can't do it, I won't write it. So feel free to send in whatever you want!

Talk to me: i love chatting, say whatever! Spam my askbox with stupid questions - just no real spam. Again, please keep it SFW, but whatever's on your mind I'd love to hear!

Fic reviews: if you wanna drop a review for my fics I would love that! If you like something or dislike something (but if you dislike it be nice, I can't write full time), drop a review in the comments or in an ask, and I'll be so grateful!

Read for reads: i don't have time to full-on read and review someone else's fic right now, but I will consider this for mutuals! Mainly cause if we're friends you're reading my fics already mwahahahaha

Anything else: generally, as long as it's not porn or bullying, I invite all interactions! Just please DNI if you are below 12 or above 25, since interacting with older adults makes me uncomfortable. Please leave reviews of my fics, praise, constructive criticism, and drop in sometime to say hi!

Love you all,

Chloe

#aesthetic #art #photography #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #the punisher #s&b netflix #fanfic #female writers #writers on tumblr #dark academia #pokemon violet #botw #tears of the kingdom #pinterest #blog intro #pinned post #kaz brekker #fashion #bucky barnes #tfaws #a e s t h e t i c #chloewritesofficial

[banditthewriter]

Hey! How’s it going? It’s my birthday weekend and I was comfort reading your Billy Russo fanfics. I know you’ve written quite a few bedsharing with Billy fics and there’s one in particular that I’m looking for. It’s a 5 + 1 type fic in which Billy and Reader shared a bed. I know in one of the situations Reader was in a car accident. I don’t remember the title but I’m pretty sure you wrote the fic. Do you happen to know what the title is?

I think, eventually, I will need to create a Billy Russo side blog as a reference for the different types of fics that are out there and who wrote them and what they’re about.

Anyhoo, thank you!

Hey sweets! Happy probably belated birthday now! So sorry I missed sending this message out in time but it's been a rough few days. The only 5+1 fic that I think I've written that fits that is Come Back To Bed!

Honestly I have my masterlists but I'm a fan of spreadsheets so I wanna find some kind of way to sort my stuff. Organization is a love language for me. If you do make a side blog for that, send me the link so I can share it with everyone! You'd be a godsend for it haha

[plotjotsandespressoshots]

My first line in a Billy Russo fan fic?

"He'd lied.

Shocking."

#accurate #XD

[ethereal-tempest]

The punisher did too good of a job of making me hate billy Russo anytime I see billy Russo fan fics I’m always like BILLY RUSSO 😡😡😡

[lady-kirigan]

Regarding my writing...

Hello everyone, I’ve just come here to announce that I’ll take a break from writing my little fan fic that I got planned, I’m doing this bc atm I’m in a really down mood with lockdown and I’m finding it hard pick up the energy to do the things that I enjoy which is writing 💜

I have some people replying in under the little post talking about the fan fic (Queen of My Pitiful Soul). Do not worry I know who you all are, it means a lot to know that people would want to read this fan fic when I barely give any info except for a Spotify playlist😳👀❤️ this is only a temporary break, I don’t know for how long, I had 4 chapters outlined but then I started to feel quite down so I’ll take a break from this for now. Thank you to all who wanted to be part of the little tag list, I’ll still accept people if they want to be tagged but it’ll take me some time to pump stuff out. Thank you all and stay safe 💜

#billy russo fan fic

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I’ve decided I’m no longer a Ben Barnes fan/Stan but I AM a Chelsea fan. In my head Billy is a creation of yours he’s a character I love and I love seeing him going on all these wild adventures and different variations of him. It’s incredibly satisfying having one writer who just fucking gets it you know? Someone who understands the essence of a character we’ve all seen and goes "yeah sure that was good but what if billy did this/what if he was a demon/forest god/mafia boss/stalker" it’s so fucking satisfying. But I honestly don’t gravitate towards Ben I think maybe I had a hyperfixation that I got over but I never got over you and your writing. So it’s safe to say I’m a fan for life and as far as I’m concerned billy is 100% a product of yours. I can’t wait for people to re discover or find out about billy for the fist time now it’s on Disney plus and once the new season of s and b is out and more Ben fans come looking for more material and for new people to find your stories and appreciate and love them like I have

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You're a Chelsea fan? 🥺👉👈

Now well I'm not the creator of the character Billy Russo and all credits should go to the creators and writers of him, but i appreciate your sentiment.

Maybe I can release original works and you see if you'd like those? Not that I'm working on anything like that right now, but sometimes I do feel like I've evolved Billy into a separate character in my head and it wouldn't be hard to adapt him into someone original.

I actually have a wip too about dragon!Billy but I'm slow on everything right now.

I honestly don't think much people with continue to read these fics, even after shadow and bone s2 comes out, and even if it does spike- it won't stay like that for long and I'll be at the mercy of whatever content Ben decides to put out.

I've clearly seen that based on my interactions before and now, that I'm fiddling on a sinking ship 😂😂😂

Thanks for reading though! I- I can't tell you how happy this ask made me feel 💖

#ask #billy russo #💖💖💖

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I Run To You

Frank Castle x OFC! Jane Runner x Billy Russo

Word Count: 6.3K

Warnings: Language, Implied smut (18+ only), blood, PTSD

Author’s Note: Requests are closed. Thank you for enjoying this series with me, it means a lot! Let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists!

Everything: @negans-lucille-tblr // @coffee-obsessed-writer

The Punisher: @baseballbitch116 // @suchatinyinfinity // @harrysthiccthighss

Frank Castle: @hudsonbird // @harrysthiccthighss 

Billy Russo: @harrysthiccthighss​

Series: @me-robot-x // @its-my-little-dumpster-fire // @imaginecrushes // @jooheoniesdimples // @cole-winchester​

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (FINAL)

“I called Curtis…said you’d be down to see him later today.” Billy’s raspy tone spilled from his slightly chapped lips, his brown hair tasseled along his head that rested on the fluffy white pillowcase.

“You’re kidding right?” Jane rolled over on her side to glare at her fiancé. He tipped his head down as he readjusted himself to lean against the headboard of their California king sized bed. “You know I’m meeting with a dress designer today and the florist to finalize everything. I don’t have time to just go ‘down to see him’” she mocked his voice and rolled her eyes.

“Jane.” He sighed heavily as she slipped out of the bed, pulling the white sheet along with her, draping it around her small body. “I know you’re stressed with planning the wedding next month and everything but,” he paused and reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a stray article of clothing from last night and covered himself up.

“Stressed? Me? No, not at all, Billy. What makes you say that?” She said with extreme sarcasm dripping from her lips.

He motioned with his hands to her, “You know what I mean, Honey.” He leaned forward when she sat on the bed again. “Maybe we can get another wedding planner to help so you have some time to relax; take some time off for yourself.” He said, brushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear and pecking a light kiss on her forehead.

Jane closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose, relishing in the love that she had for this man. “You’re too good to me, Russo.”

He shook his head and leaned back, pulling her onto him. “A king is only as happy as his queen.”

“Is that so?” She whispered as she placed a leg on either side of Billy’s nude body, “Something tells me you’re about to be very happy.”

His rough hands gripped onto her thighs and her lips latched onto his. The sheet cascaded around her and exposed her breasts. Jane raked her hands down the front on Billy’s chest down to his penis and began to pump his length making him inhale sharply at her pace.

“Eager, are we?” He teased.

“Maybe.” She grinned into his lips and gasped suddenly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and whirled her onto the mattress. His exposed body hovered over hers, his lips trailed down to her neck making her breath harder.

“I love you.” Billy growled, his rough stubble scratched along her skin.

Suddenly, Jane’s attention was brought from the burning bliss to the vibration coming from the nightstand. Billy halted his movements and sighed into her neck, making Jane roll her eyes when he rolled over and reached for it.

“Hello?” Billy answered the call with his brow furrowed heavily. 

“Un-fucking-believable.” She said under her breath and covered back up and wandered into the bathroom.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” Billy rushed with a hushed voice and tossed his phone onto the messy bed. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He came up behind her and rubbed her arms, pressing kisses onto her neck once more.

She turned her head towards him, “Work has been getting a lot more invasive lately…” she huffed.

Billy hung his head and let out a small sigh, “I know; and I’m so, so sorry, Jane.”

She turned to him abruptly, “You’re always sorry, Billy.”

___

“Hey,—” Jane said before she sighed heavily, “Listen, I know you just left but I was thinking; you know what, never mind—” she closed her eyes and shook her head, “I’m sorry, I have to go—forget I called.” She said shortly and ended the call. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder and tucked her phone into the back pocket of her ripped black jeans. She raised a hand up into the air and waited for a taxi to slide up next to her. “Where to?” The driver said, leaning back to look at the passenger he just picked up, “Wait, aren’t you—”

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, no I don’t want to use my driver’s…thanks for the concern and I ain’t looking for any friends.” You smiled internally when you realized Frank was rubbing off on you. “Grantville Diner.”

___

She opened the door, the sweet chime of the bells alarmed at her entry. “you can have a seat at the bar if you’d like.” A woman shouted from behind the counter. Jane nodded and traveled over to the bar, eyes scanning her surroundings.

“Coffee, black, 2 sugars; that’s it thanks.”

“Still the same after all of these years, Runner?” A deep voice came from beside her, making her jump slightly.

“Thanks.” She said to the waitress before turning to the source of the deep voice. She furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively, “Curtis?” The man brought his fingers up and tossed his hood back effortlessly to confirm his identity.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love to see you Curtis but, I—just wasn’t expecting to see you here—”

“Just had to know that he didn’t put a tail on you, Jane.” He said, standing up and slipped Jane a small piece of paper, “He said you would know.” He paused before opening the door, “Good to know you’re doing better corpsman.”

Jane tucked the note into her pocket and allowed her eyes to follow her friend, her eyes connecting with his in a silent question. He simply nodded back to her in confirmation and immediately she paid for her coffee and left the diner and began walking.

A few blocks down she dug in her pocket to get the note out of her pocket. She looked down at it in her hand, ‘best pizza in NY.’

___

“Hey, Sara.” Jane smiled to the receptionist for ANVIL, walking briskly towards her soon-to-be husband’s office; a bag in hand with Chinese food.

“Good evening, Jane.” She smiled, her brow furrowing, “I’m sorry, Mr. Russo is in a meeting until 8 tonight.”

“Oh—” the smiled drained from Jane’s face.

“I’m sorry; I assumed he told you—I can tell him that you came—”

“No, you know what… I forgot—with the wedding next month and everything, I just forgot that he told me about the meeting tonight—” Jane lied. “Here.” She paused, plopping the paper bag onto her desk, “Dinner’s on me.” 

___

The black coffee steamed in the small glass mug, her eyes lingered out of the window of the diner. “Need something else, sweetheart?” The waitresses warm voice caused Jane to bring her attention back from the window.

She clicked the side of her phone and gazed down at the time before answering. “No, um. Thanks.” She twisted in the booth and slammed down a ten dollar bill on the table, “Keep the change.” Jane’s cheeks were brushed with the slight New York breeze. “Fucking Frank Ca—” she paused. “Hello?”

“Don’t try to find me because you won’t.” A unfamiliar man’s voice spoke immediately. “I have Frank—I’ll be in touch.”

“Who the fuck is this?” Jane spat to the stranger, spinning round using her military knowledge in attempt to pinpoint the caller before the call dropped. “Wait, who are you! Fuck!” She yelled in anger finding her effort to be unsuccessful. “Goddamnit!” Her eyes welled with concern and frustration.

___

Billy tucked his hand into the pocket of his dress pants as he stared out of the large windows in his office that overlooked the city. “Hey baby, how was your day?” 

“Peachy.” Jane replied shortly, the exhaustion evident in her tone.

He tightened his jaw and hung his head in disappointment within himself, “I’m sorry it’s so late and I couldn’t take you to the appointment; work is…busy—” he paused and stood from the chair. Jane sighed heavily and he changed the subject, “How’s your dress; you like it?” Billy said, sitting down at the desk in his large office.

Jane held the phone to the side of her head, “Yeah, it’s going great. Not going to tell you any details though; it’s the rules.” She smiled at herself in the mirror. “Hey, I’ll call you back I’m getting another call. I love you!” 

“I love you too—” Billy finished.

“Hello?” Jane’s voice peaked as she switched the phone call.

“Jane,” Frank’s voice was deeply low and the sound flipped Jane’s stomach as he continued speaking.

“Miss Runner, are you okay? My dear you’ve gone as white as your dress—oh my goodness!” The designer shouted as Jane’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she became limp; her body slumped down onto the ground with a solid thud. “Miss?” He tapped her shoulder, “Help!”

Jane’s eyes fluttered open, her dress designer held her head within his hands, “Wh—where’s—” she began to speak and attempt to get up.

“Sh, Jane. Billy is on his way. You passed out; you should stay down.”

“No, I—I need to go. I have to go,” she restated and swatted away at their hands. She stood up and her knees buckled but she grabbed the back of a chair to steady herself. “I’m good,” she affirmed, “Don’t fucking touch me! I said I’m good!”

“Where is she?!” Billy’s eyes were wide as he burst through the double glass doors of the bridal designer store. “Where the fuck is my fiancé!”

The older woman dressed all in black behind the granite reception desk pointed towards the back. Billy took off running, “Jane!” He shouted, “Baby, what the hell happened?” He looked her over, “Are you okay? Honey, I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out.” He hugged her.

She shook her head, “I’m fine Billy, I—I don’t need to go to the hospital; I’m fine.”

“Jane, Honey. You passed out, you are not oka—” Billy looked deeply into her eyes.

“No, I’m fine. I’m sure it was just because I haven’t eaten or something—I’m fine really.” She clarified, “I came to your office with dinner but—yeah, I just haven’t eaten—”

“Fuck, I’m such an asshole.” He hung his head, “I’m so sorry, Jane—work is just…it’s complicated—but I won’t let that come before you again; ever.” He kissed her on the lips gently. “Come on.” He said grabbing her by the arm and stretching it around his neck. “I’m taking you home, and I’m getting you all of the food in New York and then some.”

“I’m fine, Billy; really, I can walk.” She tried to brush him off of her.

“Nope.” He stood and strongly held her in his arms, “Not going to happen.”

___

“What do you want for dinner?” Billy gently trailed his fingertips on her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s far—” Billy stared back at her waiting for her to continue, “Angelo’s Coal Oven Pizzeria? West 57th.” She smiled.

“Done.” He grinned and rolled off the bed.

___ As soon as Billy’s Escalade drove onto the street below, Jane dug through her purse and found her phone, redialing the number Frank called her from when she was in the bridal shop. “Pick up, you son-of-a-bitch, pick up.”

“Jane.” The man paused, “I expected you to be here alrea—”

“Frank—is he okay?” She cut him off.

“He is alive, yes; your fellow corpsman was able to lend him a hand that you were not able to.” He paused, “I know what happened and I know why you aren’t able to get away to watch him—”

“Who are you? Where do you have him?”

“Name’s Micro. He’s safe; that’s all you need to know.”

___

“How in the hell do you lose 40 tons of weaponry?” Billy’s hot breath erupted into the morning air of the shipyard. “Tell me how the fuck that happens!” He shouted loudly making the surrounding men flinch in fear. Billy hung his head and ran is hand down his beard.

“I’m sorry, Sir but he killed them all—I don’t know what happened to the shipment,” a scared, young man stammered.

“What?!” Billy raised his head quickly. “The fuck did you just say?” He said stepping up close to the man. “What man—who?”

“I—I’m not s—sure, Sir.” He trembled.

“Fuck!” Billy exclaimed through gritted teeth; he turned to his men, “Do not let it happen again, do you fucking understand me?” He pushed his pointed finger into another mans chest. “I want 24 hour surveillance on all future shipments and do whatever the fuck you have to do to find ‘him’.” He glared intensely. “Do I make myself clear.”

Billy’s associates nod intently as he walked briskly away towards his blacked-out escalade.

___

Jane’s hands trembled as she gripped her bouquet in her hands, the shiny diamond soon to have another ring next to it. Her hair gently curled and pinned back from her radiant face.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” Her father’s voice shook slightly as she intertwined her arm in his, tears threatened to leak over onto his cheeks but he cleared his throat when the music started.

The huge cathedral doors opened simultaneously, all eyes shifted to Jane in her delicately beaded white wedding dress and her father who stood proudly at her side.

Jane’s eyes were fixed on the strapping man that stood at the alter waiting eagerly for her; Billy’s face beamed with a wide, white smile that was seemingly never going to leave his face.

Small flashes of the photographers captured the first kiss as a married couple, both of the smiled blissfully, Jane raised her large bouquet up into the air and happily held her husband’s hand in her’s as the both walked down the aisle in a sea of applause.

___

The van’s tires slowly rolled to a complete stop along the docks, the cement still damp from the small storm that ran through the city. “Shipment is confirmed.” A man whispered into the phone that he held gently onto the side of his face.

Billy’s scruffy chin nodded, “Good. Don’t let a repeat of last time.”

“Yes, sir.”

___

“Congrats, Mrs. Russo.” Frank’s rough voice rumbled with a painful smirk on his scruffy face.

“Thanks—” her voice trailed off.

“Jane…” he stepped forward towards her and lowered his gaze to look her deeply into her eyes. “You good?” He inquired, “You don’t have to go—”

“After what I am finding out now; I’m not sure that I know who he is anymore, Frank…” she looked back to him, “Now that we are married, I have access to all of his accounts and—and I—”

“I know,” he lowered his jaw, “an’ the last thing that I want to do is see you hurt again.” He paused, allowing a silent moment for the both of them to reflect. “That’s it, you’re not going.” Jane’s eyes flickered to him as she opened her mouth to protest. “No—I ain’t hearing it, Jane. You’re married to him now an’ I don’t want anything to happen to you; who know’s maybe I’m wrong about it being him.”

“When are you ever wrong about this kind of stuff, Frank?” She whispered over her shoulder to him. He remained silent and continued to pack his bag for the bust. Once he was finished, he walked past her and placed a calloused hand on her shoulder before he turned the corner.

___

Frank’s black boots moved stealthily along the rusted metal ladder to his high vantage point that overlooked the dockyard. He carefully and quietly retrieved his sniper rifle and placed it into perfect view, “I really hope it ain’t you, Russo.” He whispered, looking through the scope of his gun.

Black SUV’s parked and the doors opened wide, the armed men stood vidgulate wile the leader exited the center vehicle.

Frank’s heart unexpectedly began to beat harder, “Fuck.” He exhaled when he saw his best friend stand center of the transaction.

___

“Glad to see that the hiccup last exchange didn’t scare you off.” Billy extended a hand and smiled. “I can assure you that the issue has been eliminated and the perimeter is secured.”

The other man stood silent and eyed Russo before he nodded to his men to begin moving the crates.

“Time to go.” Frank said with his lips pursed together, pushing his broad body up with his large biceps. Frank cocked his guns to make sure that he was prepared and leaped off of the side of the building onto the top of another and made his way to the street. He ran quickly and took care to make sure that he went unnoticed and had a reliable cover if shit hit the fan earlier than expected.

Frank leaned his back up to a large metal shipping container and screwed on the silencer on to the barrel of his handgun. “Hey!” He said lightly, just enough to gather two guys attention.

They were young and dumb; hardly any hair on their chests and no guns drawn as they walked blindly towards the noise. As soon as the turned the corner Frank sank two bullets into them and they hit the pavement with a thud.

“What was that?” The man that stood in front of Billy said; making Billy’s eyebrows furrow, deeply creating a crease between them. “I thought you said this area was secured?” 

“Johnson, Gary. Go check it out.” Russo ordered. He turned around to his driver and secretly said, “Get the survalence backed up; I got a bad feeli—”

Gun shots rang out, echoing over the water and into the darkness of the night. The lights shut down across that plain of New York, encapsulating them in a shield of black. “You’re fucking kidding me?” He laughed at Billy, “this is what you call a secure perimeter?”

“This is no issue, New York has been experiencing some power shortages recently, should be up in three, two—” Billy counted down, the lights began to flicker back on and off. “See.” He paused and smirked, holding his arms out from his sides, “Completely secure, my friend.”

“You’re men have been gone for a while…” the man said, his suspision continually growing, his concern threatening for him to back out of the business deal.

Just as Billy was opening his mouth to reassure him, Frank sprung around he corner and began shooting. Billy ran around the front of the car, dodging the shots from both parties of the deal.

Countless casings covered the ground, blood pools surrounding some of the unlucky ones. It was silent; Billy still knelt down behind a car, his personal driver next to him wielding a sharp knife now that his clip was empty.

Billy looked over to the end of the car then back to his driver, Lawrence.

“Whoever you are, you’re fucking dead!” Russo shouted, “Dead!”

Frank continually kept his cover while traveling around the dockyard, making sure that everyone he could kill was already dead. “I’m already dead.” He grunted. He turned around quickly at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Lawrence shouted and stabbed at Frank, slicing his hand as the blood began to seep out of it.

Frank’s grip on the gun released in response to the pain that seerred through his hand. Expertly, Frank fought with Lawrence hand - to - hand; Castle punched him square in the jaw, making him stumble backwards, creating some distance between them.

“Come on, son-of-a-bitch.” Frank snarled, blood dripping from his balled up fist. Lawrence picked up his knife and began to fight with Frank again and again; instead he took the brunt of the of the interaction with the punisher.

Frank took a little bit of pity on the man because he was genuinely trying to fight, but he wasn’t that good. Right uppercut, broke his nose, blood drained from it generously, making him bend over and hold his nose, but he still had his eyes on the punisher, who stood closely to him.

One final attempt from Lawrence found success as it stabbed deeply into Frank’s upper thigh. Frank gritted his teeth in the pain and brought his two fists down on the back of Lawrence’s head, knocking him out, ending the fight as the sound of sirens becoming increasingly closer.

Frank looked down at his wound, “Fuck,” he pursed his teeth and pulled out his phone, hobbling away. “Jane, I need you. I got stabbed, I think if I pull it out, I’ll have a couple minutes.” He said quickly, “I’ll call with the address.”

Lawrence blinked back to consciousness, his vision clearing slightly, just in time to see the punisher limping into the darkness; his ears perked up as he identified the incoming sirens. He shot up quickly and stumbled to the car and drove him and Billy away quickly.

___

“How much blood have you lost? I’m on my way, Frank. Just, don’t touch it, try not to move it either.” She said through the speaker phone as she frantically tore through all of her medical supplies that she still stored at the penthouse that she shared with her husband Billy. “Castle!” She shouted when she couldn’t hear his breathing anymore.

“Y—Yeah, got it.” He grunted, “I’m not sure what I’ve spilled…West 46th and 7th ave.” he said breathlessly before the line went dead.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered to herself, frantically stuffing medical supplies into her green corpsman bag, grabbed her keys and left in a hurry.

___

“Honey?” Russo yelled through the messy house. His heart rate increasing as the fear raced through is veins. “Jane!” He shouted louder with desperation in his voice. His dark brown eyes traced the clutter that was scattered all of the house looking for blood or bullet casings. “Baby! Ja—” he stopped yelling and reached into his pocket and called her cellphone.

___

Jane walked to the intersection very fast, her pupils dilated widely as the adrenaline and anxiety filled her blood vessels. She glanced down every alleyway that she passed until she found him.

Once she spotted him she sprinted down to him, kneeling and doing a quick assessment of his injuries. “Frank.” She said.

“Jane.” He smiled and raised his hand to touch the side of her face.

“I—I can’t, Frank.” She said, the lights getting increasingly bright by the second, the sounds became muffled within her ears, the blood seeming to spread across her hands, the passing cars beeping at each other, car doors slamming caused her to slip back to the first time that she treated him; leg wound on her second tour.

“Jane…Jane! Hey!” Frank elevated his voice enough to snap her back to the present. “We aren’t over there…you good?” He knew, even in this state…he knew.

“I can’t do everything here, Frank.” She batted her eyes to focus herself, her hands working on his injures while keeping conversation with him. “Micro, can you get him here?”

Frank knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, “Who do you—”

“Can he get us somewhere off the grid, Frank?” She urged.

“Yeah, my phone.” Castle said, “Call him. One.”

“Micro, it’s Jane. Frank’s in bad shape, need you at West 46th and 7th ave. now!” Jane said rapidly and dialing Curtis.

___

“Help me get him in the car, Curtis. Call him on Frank’s phone, give him the address that you’re taking us to.” Jane said, prepping Frank’s arm for an IV.

Mirco who had white knuckles while driving back to his hideout, looked through the rearview mirror, “I’m not comfortable with that—”

“He’s good, just do it!” She ordered and tossed him the phone.

___

“Jane, where are you? Are you okay? The house looks like a mess,” he paused, pacing the floor, “I just want to know you are okay. Call me.” Billy hung up again, “Fourteen calls and nothing…” he said to himself.

Billy’s phone rang and he answered it in a flash, “Jane!?”

“No, Sir. But I have a face from tonight.” Lawrence said. “I’m on my way.” Russo said before he hopped in the elevator. “Play it.”

“There.” Billy pointed, “Zoom in.” He crossed his arms, “Holy. Shit. That’s Frank Fucking Castle!” He said in awe, “The Fucking Punisher.”

His face flushed and he dragged a hand down his growing beard and then his heart dropped, “My wife! Jane, she’s missing, hasn’t been answering my calls…can you track it?”

“Yes, sir, but only if she answers the call…”

___

Micro helped Jane lay Frank down on a table, “What, do you need?” He said curiously.

“Get me my bag, a chair and wait for Curtis.” Jane ordered him. She tucked her fingers into his jeans and ripped them open to access the stab wound better.

“Jane.” Curtis started, “Oh shit.” He emoted and then put on his gloves and helped her relocate the terniquite after his jeans were ripped.

“Heart rate and blood pressure are abnormal. Stab wound to upper thigh, was alert earlier but going in and out now, unknown blood loss, I have an 18 gauge in his right elbow, my blood infusing to keep him stable.” Jane gave Curtis report with all of the pertinent data on him.

“Jane.” He said sternly.

“My blood is compatible, I’m good Curt.” She reassured him with a nod. “Alright, Frank. One. Two. Three.” She said and then ripped out the knife that was below the terniquite. Frank’s eyes shot open at the pain and Curtis pushed down onto the puncture wound with a stack of gauze.

“Good job.” Curtis affirmed.

The two corpsman were able to quickly control the bleeding and get his vital signs stable within a couple of minutes.

___

“Shit!” She looked at the many missed calls from her husband and she called him back. “Hey, sorry I—”

“Jane! Oh thank God, are you okay?! Where are you?!” He said frantically, while they were tracking her call.

“Yeah, I, um. My car is broken down at West 46 and 7th…I am fine. Just having a bad day and needed a drive.” She lied to him.

“I’ll send Lawrence down to get you.” He paused, “I’m glad you’re safe, I thought something happened to you…I was really worried about you. I will see you soon, I love you!”

“I love you too.” She replied. Jane rushed back into the hideout, “Curtis, you good to stay here with him…at least for tonight. Billy came home and was worried, he’s sending the driver to get me, said my car broke down.” She huffed and peeled off the bandage on her elbow. Curtis nodded in agreement.

“Call me if anything changes okay?” She asked, “If I leave now I should be able to run there and be there before he is…”

“You gave Frank a lot of blood—” Curtis warned her. She shot him a glare and backed off, “Alright, just looking out…I’ll take good care of him, Jane.”

___

***the next week***

___

“I want 24 hour protection on my wife, if they are after me they will be after her; if anything happens to her I will personally make you eat your own balls, understand! I want everyone all over New York to find this son-of-a-bitch. You get him to me, you get half of a million dollars.” Billy said smacking his hands on the top of the large silver table.

___

“Grantville Diner.” Frank’s voice came through on the headphones that Jane wore as she went running through the city.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” She huffed between breaths, not knowing that there was two men tailing her, courtesy of her husband.

___

“Hey.” She said breathlessly and sat down in the corner booth. “How’s your leg?”

“Let’s just say I don’t stand a chance keeping up with you anytime soon…I’m good, thank you.” He said sipping his coffee. “I uh, got you some too, how you like it…” he said pointing to the other steaming mug.

Jane’s fingers wrapped around the mug and interlaced with the handle, the large diamonds on her left hand twinkled in the morning sunlight that was shining through the window.

“He’s your husband.” 

She toyed with her rings and sighed, “I don’t care. He’s not the same man I fell in love with and married…he’s turned into a monster, Frank. A wolf in sheep’s clothing and I can’t let him hurt anyone else. I’m helping you take him out.”

Frank looked up tp her through his thick eyelashes, “You sure about this?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She didn’t hesitate and she leaned in towards him.

The two of them quietly enjoyed eating breakfast together, both unknowing of the tail that they had grown.

___

Billy’s whole body shook with a mixture of heartache and wrath, he gathered the pictures and headed home.

“What the fuck do you do during the day?” He said, his tone thick with anger.

Jane crossed her arms and tipped an eyebrow up to him, “You want to try again?”

“Frank.” Billy said, “You’re working for the punisher now?” He spat his words at her.

Her heart sank into her stomach, she had never seen him this angry before let alone at the fact that she was working with the deadman, the punisher, Frank Castle. “Frank is dead, Billy.” She stood her ground.

“Oh yeah?” He left the room, his voice became distant, “You want to explain to me what the fuck that you, my wife is doing with Frank fucking Castle?!” He shouted and flopped the pictures down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

She stared intently down at them, “You had me tracked?” She said in intense disbelief.

“Oh come on, Jane! I was tracking Castle, I never expected to find out that my wife, my own fucking wife, the only woman who I have ever loved to be selling me out to the punisher, behind my fucking back!” He shouted at her, getting chest to chest with her.

“Billy—” she attempted to be firm with him and create some distance from him.

“Don’t, Jane!” He yelled in her face. 

She yelled right back to him and pushed him away from her, “You’re a monster! You make me fucking sick to my stomach! When I found out just what the hell you were doing—I never married this Billy! You—you’re different.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t make this about me.” 

“Then what the fuck is this about?!” She screamed at him. 

“Do you love him?” Billy’s voice suddenly low and dull as he stared down at the floor and dragged his hand down his trimmed beard. 

“What?” She knit her eyebrows together harshly.

 “Do. You. Love. Him.” He looked up to her, his eyes pricked with painful tears that made her heart break. 

“Billy,” she started but that was all it took for him to lunge at her and inject her with a sedative. “I’m going to make sure he knows what he’s done, to me, my wife, my whole fucking life I have made for us.” He whispered into her ear as she slipped from consciousness.

___

“Frank I think you wanna come see this!” Micro shouted through the bunker.

“What’s up?” Frank hopped up the two steps and leaned down to view the monitor.

“It’s…just watch for yourself…” Micro trailed off.

___

“Where are you going, Frank? We don’t even know where she is.” Micro swiveled around in his chair. 

Frank continued walking briskly over to his guns, “I don’t fucking care! If anything happens to her because of me, I—I can’t lose another woman I love, not because of me…not again. I ain’t lettin’ that happen, Lieberman.”

“We have to think about this, Frank. We don’t know what we are walking into…” he attempted to rationalize with the punisher.

Frank snorted, “I ain’t scared, I’m pissed off an’ pissed off beats scared every time.”

___

“Come on you fucking shithead!” Frank shouted, his voice echoed through the empty, remote warehouse. Jane twisted her head, waking up tied to a chair with her hands tied above her head and a gag in her mouth; she tried to shout back, knowing that it was Frank that was here too, but nothing audible came out.

“Russo! You coward! Tyin’ up your wife!” He analyzed the room with his gun drawn, micro just a block away. “That’s pretty low, even for your standards…no wonder why she’s with me.”

“An awful lot of talk for a man that’s about to fucking die.” Billy shouted, unable to locate his location due to the echoing of their voices and movements.

Jane’s eyes identified a boot that was slicking out from behind a door, soon the rest of the man turned the corner. “Frank!” She mumbled through the cloth that was tied around her mouth.

Frank’s eyes widened as he lifted his fingers to her and then to his ear, “She’s here, center room, alive.”

“Alright, Frank. Let’s do this, nice and easy.” Micro talked into the phone into Frank’s earpiece.

Frank swirled around the spiral staircase and down to her, his hands rapidly pulling at the restraints. He ducked and held his shoulder when a bullet rang off of the metal walls, deafening and disorienting. 

Jane cried out and tears pricked the corners of her eyes, some of Frank’s blood splattered onto the side of her face and she furiously tugged at her hands and rocked in the chair to try to get free.

Billy emerged from the dark corner that he was hiding in, his gun raised. He came over to Jane “Is that your blood?” She pulled away as best as she could when he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She tugged at the arm restraints harder, they loosened enough for her to slip out of them and knock the gun from his hands.

Jane frantically threw punches at Billy, connecting two to his jaw and ribs. Frank emerged from the cover he was behind and tackled Russo. Jane pulled the gag out of her mouth and picked up the gun aiming at the two men wrestling on the ground and beating each other.

Frank got the upper hand and straddled Billy, his fists unleashing all of his fury, knocking his unconscious. After Billy’s eyes were closed, Frank slumped over for a second, he slowly stood up, blood seeping from his nose and mouth from the fight. “Jane…” he held his hand up, “No—” he slowly approached her.

Jane stood there with the gun in her shaky hands and tears streaming down her cheeks, “I—I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” She sniffled, “I can’t kill him, I—I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” She stammered, lowering the gun.

“You don’t have to.” Frank grabbed her hand in his and her cheek, “Look at me; Hey!” He eventually got her attention, “You don’t have to—”

Jane nodded and closed her eyes, allowing Frank to take the gun from her hand. She opened her eyes at the three gunshots that he fired, the painful tears coming from her heart, her knees became weak and she fell to the floor. 

Frank dropped the gun and knelt down next to her and wrapped her in his arms, ignoring the pain from his gun shot wound from Russo. He stroked her arm and cried with her; the first time in a long time that he actually cried…

“Come on, we gotta go, Jane, it’s over.” He paused, “We gotta go.” He began to get up to his feet, taking her with him.

“What about Billy?” She looked at her husband’s lifeless body again.

Frank turned her chin to look away from his body, “We will figure that out later but we have to go right now Jane or things are going to get a low worse for us.”

___

***the next day***

___

The bunker was silent, the sound of the news channel cutting through the silence that lay thick from the earlier events. “Turn it up.” Jane said, her eyes red from crying, her affect flat.

“You sure, Jane, I mean.” Micro questioned her.

Frank stood next to her and wrapped his uninjured arm around her shoulder supportively, “She said turn it up.”

“Breaking New this morning. Millionaire, CEO of ANVIL and former special operations U.S. Marine, Billy Russo found dead in what police described as a robbery gone wrong. His wife, former special operations U.S. Navy Corpsman, Jane Russo is thought to be kidnapped and taken by the same people who have murdered Russo. Stay tuned as we are gaining more information.”

“Turn it off.” Jane ordered him and sat down and poured herself a shot.

An extended time of silence felt oddly comforting for her and Frank.

“Are you sure you’re ready to disappear from the world? It’d be really easy for you to pop back up—” Micro indirectly asked if she really wanted this.

“No,” she shook her head, “I want to leave that life behind…” she said and her eyes traveled to Frank.

“What?” He smiled slightly to her, “Come on, you can tell me…anything.”

“I—” her cheeks blushed slightly “All of these years I never would have thought this is where my life would end up…I’ve never stopped loving you, even seven years later…” she ended her ramble.

Micro looked at the exchange the two of them were having and cleared his throat, “You two are so cute, it’s disgusting.” He mumbled.

Frank threw a pen at him making everyone have a lighter mood… “Here’s to having everything, losing everything and starting over.” Jane said while she poured the shots for everyone.

“Here,” Micro walked over to Jane and gave her a paper, “Congratulations, Jane. I have successfully killed you…” he paused and tucked his hands into his robe pockets. “You are now known as Nora Daniel.”

Jane took the papers in her hands and Frank nudged her to get her attention, “Nora, huh?” He smirked, “I like it…”

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[maidofnorway]

I’d write it myself but I have the writing talent of a blobfish.

But what I really need right now...is a hate to love series featuring reader and either Bucky barnes or billy russo. Reader’s in an abusive relationship so has to deal with that as well as B or B being a dick, maybe he says something that really hurts her and she gets upset leaving him thinking “okay maybe that was too far, I hope she’s okay blah blah” and it has that moment where she’s got a fucked up face and billy or Bucky steps up to her, lifts her head up gently with a finger, rage in his eyes and a “who did this to you?” thing. A girl can dream.

If anyone has any recs for something similar I’d love to read them 😍

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[thegirlwhowritesfics]

New York’s Sweetest Ass

Request: If you still have a spot could you do prompt 6 (She’s hiding behind the sofa) with Billy Russo? 

A/N: Alright, I’m pretending everything is wonderful, everyone is alive and everyone is friends. 

“I cannot believe I said Billy Russo had New York’s sweetest ass on national tv this morning” I groan taking a swing of my wine.

“Well, maybe people took it as New York’s sweetest ass? He is kind of an asshole” Karen says a smile playing on her lips.

“Not funny nor helpful” I mumble resting my head in defeat on the bar table.

“Come on Em, it's really not that bad, Billy thought it was sweet” Karen says chuckling.

“I’m sorry what?” I say my voice raised panicked “he saw it?”

“Yeah and he knows we are friends, he called me to get your number” she says a slight blush tingeing her cheeks as she readjusts herself on the barstool.

I can feel my whole body turning bright red in embarrassment “he did what?” I ask.

“I didn’t give it to him, I said I would talk to you first” Karen replies reassuringly.

Burying my head back into my arms I groan “this day couldn’t get any worse”

“Well good, because Frank and Billy are on there way here to join us for a drink” Karen says.

Sitting up rapidly I almost fall off my barstool “call them and tell them no” I say panicked

“Too late” Karen says as Frank’s bulky frame starts to part the crowded the bar.

“Shit” I mutter dropping out of my stool and ducking down, trying to find a quick exit. Spotting a group of couches to the left of me I stay crouched down as I waddle over towards them, hiding behind one.

I hear Frank greeting Karen and another voice that must be Billy’s.

“So where’s Emily?” I hear him ask.

“Hiding behind the couch” Karen replies ratting me out.

I sink further down, waiting for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

“Hey” a soft voice says looking up I see Billy Russo leaning on his forearms over the top of the couch, a cocky smile on his face. “Uh, hi” I say my face flushed red.

“I’m Billy” he says holding out his hand.

“Emily” I reply shaking it, he grips my hand tightly.

“Well Emily, that doesn’t look like a very comfortable spot, why don’t you come join me for a drink?” he says not letting go of my hand.

“Umm, I was actually just about to head home,” I reply lying.

“Just one drink?” he asks smiling at me and I feel my knees go weak like some cliche in a romantic movie.

“I guess I can stay for one drink” I tell him standing up, smoothing down my dress as we head back to the table.

“Hey Frank” I say as I kiss him on the cheek and he pats my back.

“Hey kiddo” he says “you alright?”

“I’m okay” I say rolling my eyes at the kiddo comment.

“Alright, next round is on me” Billy says “What's everyone having?” he takes our drink orders and heads to the bar with Frank.

Slipping back onto the bar store next to Karen glaring at her.

“What?” she asks throwing her hands up defensively, “It's not my fault he’s very persuasive”

“oh I’m sure” I say rolling my eyes.

“just give him a chance, he probably won’t even bring up the comments from this morning” she says rubbing my arm reassuringly I promise since the accident” she says pausing trying to find the right words “he’s not as big of an asshole,  he can actually be quite sweet. Him and Frank have been working really hard on their personal skills” she tells me.

We watch as the boys make their way back across the bar as Billy slips onto the stool next to me and slides my glass of wine in front of me. Raising his beer “well I’d like to make a toast to Emily, her great speech this morning finally bringing us all together” he says beaming.

Groaning I put my head in my hands turning bright red I hear Frank whack Billy on that arm “I told you not to bring that up” Frank says gruffly. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” Billy says “I was just trying to make a joke, a really bad joke”

Peeking out from between my fingers I sneak a look at Billy, regret is written across his face shaking my head I just laugh, lifting my head I raise my glass in a toast “this day could not possibly get any weirder or worse” I say.

“Here, here” Frank says as he clicks his beer bottle with my glass, Karen and Billy joining in.

“So Emily tell me a bit about yourself” Billy says turning towards me smiling.

“uhhh well I really don’t like being put on the spot,” I tell him fidgeting with my glass.

“really?” he asks “but you’re a reporter you basically spend your whole day in front of the camera”

“yeah asking questions, not being asked questions” I say nervously

“so what does the mysterious Emily have to hide?” he asks flirtatiously

“I have too many skeletons in my closet” I reply laughing

“what about you Billy? what sort of skeletons are in your closet?” I ask him.

A darkness quickly flashes across Billy's face before he laughs and it disappears “oh my skeletons aren’t kept in my closet, I’ve buried those far away.” he tells me smiling, “but on to a much nicer topic, tell me about your favourite food” he says

“my favourite food? I ask

“yep he says nodding, leaning forward. His eyes gazing into mine, making me feel like we are the only two people in the whole bar.  

“okay so my favourite food is pasta” I say “what about yours?”

“okay but what kind of pasta? pasta from where?” he says questioning me further.  

I just look at him puzzled and then I start to tell him about the time when I was in this little town outside of Rome where I had the most amazing bowl of ravioli, and nothing in my whole life has ever come close. His face lights up as I tell him the story, his gaze never leaving my face. We sit there talking for what seems like hours, I don’t even realise that Karen and Frank have left us

the bar starts to empty and the bartender calls for last drinks my eyes grow wide and I look at the time “oh my gosh it’s 3 am” I say panicked

“Yeah so?” Billy asks confused.

“I have to get home, well actually I have to get to work, I start work in like half an hour on my god I can’t believe I stayed out so late” I say as I jump off my stool grabbing my jacket and bag and racing out of the bar.

“Wait” Billy calls after me following me outside “where are you going?”

“to work” I say again standing on the curb looking for a cab.

“Alright well let me drive you” Billy says.

“you’ve probably had more to drink than me” I tell him “I don’t think you should be driving”

“well I’m not driving my driver will be driving” he tells me

“your driver?” I say confused

“Mmm, hang on” he says getting out his phone out of his suit pocket and dialing a number a moment later a black town car pulls around the corner and a man in a black suit steps out. Opening the backdoor “Mr. Russo” so he says

“thanks Blake” Billy replies ushering me into the car, I lean forward telling Blake my buildings address as he nods and we pull away from the curb.

“You have a driver?” I say surprised as we take off.

“You sound surprised” Billy replies.

“You seem like the type who drives themselves,” I tell him.

“I usually do, but sometimes when I have someone to impress I pull out all the stops” He tells me.

I just look at him puzzled “why would you need to impress Frank?” I ask Billy just throws his head back laughing “I was trying to impress you Emily” He tells me.

Turning red I just shake my head “oh, but why?”

“Let’s just say, you’ve been making my mornings brighter since I caught you reporting on pitbull adoptions six months ago,” he says, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Oh” I say softly not game enough to look at Billy’s face.

A moment later the car comes to a stop in front of my office building.

“Well this is me, thank you for the ride” I say opening the door.

“Hey Emily” Billy says as I step out turning to face him “would you like to have dinner tonight with America’s sweetest ass?”

“Hmmmm, I’m pretty sure I called you New York’s sweetest ass” I say laughing.

“That too” Billy says smiling back “so is that a yes?”

“We will see” I say shutting the door.

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