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aanoia · 6 months

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for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)

thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

James Potter x reader day one of the christmas advent calendar words; 849 warnings; none this one is so sweet :) also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)

‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.

“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug.

“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.

“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.

Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”

Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”

I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”

He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.

“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.

I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”

“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.

She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.

Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.

“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around, “James. Hi.”

He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.

I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you moving us?”

“Am I moving us?”

I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.

“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.

“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.

The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.

“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.

Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.”

I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.

“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”

He smiled at me, “Thank you.”

“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.

I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.

“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.

I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”

A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.

James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”

I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.

“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.

“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.

“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.

I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”

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femmehysteria · 7 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

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misandriste · 23 days

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THOROUGHBREDS 2018, dir. Corey Finley

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motherofdogs1010 · 5 months

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Laurel Sickness I (Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Summary: Laurel Sickness was a case of extreme, obsessive love that has been used to describe the new phenomenon that is sweeping the globe with no explanation. Individual are becoming just as mad as Apollo once was when he first set his godly eyes on the virgin nymph, Daphne.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark!fic, toxic behavior, gaslighting, dystopian society, dark!Sonny Carisi, stalking, stalker!Sonny Carisi, the world's messed up in this story, age gap relationship, forced relationship, eventual non-con/dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Sometimes, in the late night when she was holding herself up in her dorm, Y/N would lay there in her bed and contemplate what exactly she had done to gain the attention of her friend's uncle.

She remembered meeting Maddie Carisi at freshman orientation, the two girls having been in the same major (nursing to be exact) and having instantly clicked. She had known Maddie for exactly three years before she was invited over to the Carisi Easter Sunday Dinner, her own parents were back in her home state and unfortunately, Y/N couldn't afford to go back home at the time, but now... now, she wishes she had taken up her parents' offer of letting them buy her a ticket to visit them.

She remembers the way the whole family had been welcoming, a loud joking bunch of people who were still in the Sunday bests; Y/N having made sure to dress in a floral, pastel colored dress that was off the shoulder yet she made sure to put a cardigan on top as to not show too much cleavage since Maddie had told her that her grandmother was quite the conservative Catholic. Y/N had been enjoying herself, enjoying the conversation and activities the Carisi family had set up for the kids and cousins to do when she had bumped in Maddie's uncle.

"I'm so sorry", Y/N had said with a apologetic look on her face. "I didn't see you there."

She didn't think of anything when their eyes met, E/C meeting blue and seeing the appearance of his pupils dilate when they met. She didn't think the surge reports on the news could happen to her, how naive she had been.

"It's alright, no harm done", he had said with a tight smile.

"Uncle Sonny!" Maddie had cheerfully said, "you're here!"

"Well, luckily, I was able to take the afternoon off", he said, his accent thick. "I see you brought a friend along."

He was a handsome man, Y/N could recall; he had his hair gelled back, he had quite a bit of grey in his hair yet it had only added to how attractive she had thought he was. He was much older than them, Y/N figured he was in his late thirties or early forties and he seemed to be accompanied by a blonde haired woman who always looked like she was permanently scowling.

"Oh! This is Y/N!" Maddie said, introducing her. "Remember, I told you my friend and I both wanted to get our Masters to become NPs? This is her."

"Ah, Maddie talks a lot about you", he said, "big plans you two have, huh?"

Big plans, that's what she had. So many big plans and dreams before Sonny Carisi crossed paths with her...

"My Uncle rarely comes nowadays", Maddie had told her later. "He's the new ADA in Manhattan for the sex crimes unit."

Amanda had been mad as of late, a cunt if Sonny was being honest because of his lack of wanting to have sex with her anymore. But how could Sonny betray his little doll face like that? How could he forsake the instant connection he had felt by having sex with another woman?

The minute their eyes had met at his family's get-together, he knew it was instantaneous, they were meant to be. Sonny didn't exactly understand at first the thoughts that were in his mind about the younger woman, the intense and sexual dreams about her until he was watching the news.

The dreams he had were not always sexual, no, sometimes he saw his life with her; her cooking at the stove with five or six little Carisis ran around their legs, she would laugh as they pestered her before she'd look back at him with a grin.

"Dominick, you're home", she'd said as the bundle of children ran towards him.

Another case of that new phenomenon, Laurel Sickness was in the news; a woman arrested after killing the boyfriend of the woman she had grown to become enamored with. Laurel Sickness was something that some were saying was global hysteria, people falling in love with a uninterested third party, chasing down their loves until they were able to obtain them.

"Our eyes met and I knew we were meant to be!" the afflicted woman sobbed as she was arrested. "She showed me our future together!"

Sonny's eyes had widen as he could hear Amanda calling him from the other room.

Damn all the time he had put into the relationship with Amanda, the arguments they had over making their relationship public or how attached her daughters were to him.

Sonny looked at the photo Maddie had posted to her instagram, a photo of her and... Y/N, oh, how did just thinking her name make his stomach clench and heat spread through him. The two girls were outside at a coffee shop, it was obvious they had been studying by the notebooks and textbooks, even their laptops around them on the table.

Y/N had her hair pulled away from her face, a happy but tired smile on her face.

"Sonny, we really need to talk about this", Amanda nagged from the other room.

Yeah, they were going to talk.

He just knew it was one that Amanda wasn't going to be happy about.

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avanatural · 1 year

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Mind Games

Part 5

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, little bit of fluff, 18+

Word count: 4.2k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of disordered eating and mental abuse, sexual harassment, heavy drinking, mentions of drugs, mentions of masturbation

A/N: Welcome to part 5! There’s tension between Y/N and Ben, but who knows? They might actually warm up to each other some more 😉 I hope you enjoy. Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“I’m fine,” I grunted out an obvious lie and pulled my white leather dress down my thighs, adjusting my seated position.

“Hm-mh…,” he hummed, taunting me with that guttural voice, “Are you jealous? That your sister beat you to finding out my name?” The grin that widened across his mouth begged me to slap it off his face.

Soldier Boy… Excuse me, Ben and I were sitting under obnoxiously bright lights, on a hard expensive couch, cameras ready to roll, waiting for the talk show host to join us in the studio.

“Look, I’m tired,” I mumbled, blinking my heavy eyelids and meeting his pompous gaze, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Christ on a cross,” he breathed, leaning back a little to get a closer look at me was a whole. His apple green eyes were roaming my face through the slits of his helmet. “Where’s the fucking fire in your eyes?”

Instead of replying, I fled into my own head. Unfortunately, my nerves were soaring and I couldn’t manipulate myself into a calmer state of mind. I didn’t know if I could credibly pretend to be over the moon about Payback Rising. But I had to force myself to. The future of my bank account depended on this. My sister’s future depended on this.

“Seriously, though,” Ben suddenly spoke up again, startling my tense body and my racing mind, “Lily’s a good kid. You’re doin’ a nice job.”

My eyebrows lowered as I examined his face, searching for any hint, any sign that he might be messing with me. Imagine my surprise when realization finally hit me – he wasn’t playing. It was a truthful fucking compliment. I opened my mouth, about to thank him, but I didn’t get to.

The host dropped down on the armchair opposite us, holding a bunch of note cards in her hands, instantly receiving a touch-up from the make-up artist. Her blazer and pencil skirt made me feel underdressed. Though I had to admit, her shoulder pads were massive enough to rival Ben’s armor.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. A few dreadful heartbeats and quick “hellos” later, the show’s quirky introduction melody rang through the studio, sealing my fate. There was no way out now.

“Welcome to Power Hour! I’m your host, Amanda Donaldson. And today, I brought lots of juicy news for you to enjoy! First and foremost, I have two very special guests here with me. They’re gorgeous, they’re talented, and they’re superheroes! Vought legend Soldier Boy and rising underdog Trouble!”

A round of pre-taped applause supported Amanda’s upbeat announcement. I wanted to roll my eyes so badly that I had to bite my tongue to refrain from doing so.

Ben, on the contrary, wore a smirk on his face that ranged from one ear to the other. “It’s good to be back!”, he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

“It’s good to see you again! And you brought a new guest to our show!” Amanda turned to me with her million-dollar smile. “Trouble, thank you for being here!”

“Thank you for having me,” I said, nodding politely at the host.

“You just landed your very first role in a Vought movie! How exciting is that?”

“Oh, it’s incredible!”, I replied, trying my best to keep up with the two professional grinners, “I still can’t believe I got to work with the greatest superheroes in the world. It baffles me, truly.”

Amanda turned to Ben. “Soldier Boy, what has it been like working with Trouble?”

“Oh, we had a blast! This one right ‘ere…” He pointed his thumb at me and leaned forward in the host’s direction, hypnotizing her with his sparkling green gems. “Made the rest of us look like amateurs. Let me tell ya. She only needed one take for her scene.” He leaned back again and lifted his pointer finger. “One take!”

My shoulder twitched against his as I laughed for the camera. “Only because you made it easy for me.”

Ben looked at me when I addressed him, a cocky smile on his face, licking his lips.

“I felt so comfortable on set that nothing could go wrong, really,” I added, not missing the way my colleague was basking in my compliments.

“What can I say? You’re a natural,” he said, planting his hand on top of mine, which was resting in my lap. His voice dropped, the tone so pleasant yet menacing that his next words froze the blood in my veins. “Made for the game.”

I paused, not knowing what to say. His hand tightened around mine, trapping me in his hold. His eyes were like bear traps, snapping me into place.

“Wow, you two have chemistry!”, Amanda barged into our staring match like a hound smelling blood, “Which is not surprising, I mean, aside from your homage to Trouble on Solid Gold,” she spoke, lifting her hand in Ben’s direction, “We’ve been granted a behind-the-scenes peek of the Payback Rising set. And it looks intimate.”

The host pulled out a copy of the picture of Ben and I that had made it into the newspapers. Of course, she was gonna do that. The photograph of him carrying me was accompanied by a cheering track. “Can the two of you walk us through what’s going on here?”, she asked.

“Ha-ha, I see what you’re doin’ there, Mandy.” Ben let go of my hand to point at Amanda and gave her a charming wink. “You never fail to tickle information out of me, sweetheart.”

She giggled, trapped like a little rat in his mace. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“I’m afraid we can’t say anything until the movie is released,” I chimed in, shrugging my shoulders as apologetically as possible.

“So, you can’t give us anything official,” Amanda acknowledged, “But maybe we can discuss something a little more… private.”

“Like what?”, I asked, trying to keep the smile on my face even though every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there.

“Well, your dating lives are very much a topic of public interest. People are speculating around the clock. You got yourselves a ‘will-they-won’t they’-type situation. Your fans would love to see you two together! Is there any chance of that happening?”

“Oh, Amanda, don’t put us on the spot like that,” Ben said with an angelic, exaggerated chuckle, “You’re gonna make us blush.”

“We’re just friends,” I stated, cutting through his innocent act.

“Close friends,” Ben corrected me with a pointed look to my face.

“You sure it’s not more than that?”, Amanda questioned, eyeing us with a hawk’s unwavering focus.

“I guess we’ll see,” Soldier Boy spoke, directing a playful wink at the camera that was surely going to keep the audience on their toes.

A week later

Tossing my head back, I emptied the shot glass into my throat. Lily was at a sleepover with her friends, and I desperately needed some time to unwind. The talk show had been a huge success. The only place I could unwind now without being fawned over was the underground supe bar.

But down there, things weren’t exactly calm, either. The air was flooded with tension. I slammed my empty glass onto the bar, my gaze wandering back to the two supes I’d been watching – an older guy and a young woman.

The guy was a shapeshifter, borrowing the meatsuit of a middle-aged, successful, well-groomed businessman. He was getting a little too comfortable with the young woman. Palm on her hip, wearing a dirty smirk on his face while the girl wore a frown on her own. One wrong move, and I was gonna turn his brain to mush.

He leered at the young woman, flashing his thousand-watt smile as he tried to claim her mouth. She leaned back on instinct, trying to escape his grip, and I decided I’d seen enough.

My eyes lit up, glowing with anger, as I took over the shifter’s head. The confused expression on his face was priceless. He had zero clue what was going on. Game on, you prick. He turned crimson when I replayed his most embarrassing secret not just in his mind, but also in the minds of his drinking buddies. Apparently, he’d peed himself during a sexual encounter at Herogasm. My tongue peeked through my teeth as I chuckled to myself.

The shapeshifter put his fingers on his temples, wondering where the banging headache and the intense memories were suddenly coming from, and why his friends were laughing at him.

The young woman stepped away from the shifter and met my gaze. I could see a look of relief and recognition pass her pale face. She nodded at me and hurried to the exit.

Unfortunately for us women, male supes behaved like that a lot. They were a lot more powerful than your average Joe, and too many of them loved to show it.

“You!”

I turned my head to see the shapeshifter staring at me, red-faced, the veins in his neck about to burst with fury. “Hm?”

“You think this is funny?”, he barked, making himself taller by straightening his back.

I shrugged my shoulders. In situations like that, it was best to remain calm. “I do, yeah.” Oh, and to provoke. You couldn’t pick a fight and walk away. With supes, the only way out was through.

“You little cunt! I’m gonna fucking end you-“

I could feel the muscles bulge in my jaw. “I see you treat a woman like that again, you’re dead,” I threatened, “You understand?”

“Oh, someone’s about to be dead.” The shapeshifter started rolling up his sleeves. His nostrils were flaring along with his angry breaths.

“We got a fucking problem here?”, a gruff voice entered our little argument. His heavy footsteps echoed through the bar, silencing those around him. His wide shoulders entered my line of vision, filling my sight completely as he stepped in front of me – Soldier Boy.

Ben radiated authority, despite only wearing half his suit. He’d lost the protective gear on his head and legs, as well as his shield and his other weapons. But the angered look on his face showed he meant business.

“N-no,” the shapeshifter started to ramble, “No problem here. All good.” He gulped, his Adam’s apple dancing with worry.

Ben aimed a glove-clad finger at the shapeshifter. “I see you gettin’ outta line again-“

“I won’t. I won’t, Soldier Boy,” the shifter assured him. After some meaningless sucking up, he left, and the women in the bar could breathe again. Everyone went on about their business as though nothing had happened.

Ben claimed the stool next to me, pushing out a groan of comfort as he got settled at the bar. “Didn’t expect to see Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes in this fucking dump.”

I blinked at him with a bewildered expression. “Goody-Two-Shoes?”

“You’re called Trouble. And I’m wonderin’ why.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, side-eying me with hooded eyes. “One would think you’re more intimidating. A lot fucking worse than… this.”

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve killed the guy.” Ben tilted his head toward the exit of the bar. “Would probably have been the better choice ‘cause scum like that tends to retaliate. If you want respect, you gotta live up to your reputation. Fuck shit up.” His face was slightly flushed, and his brick wall of a body moved more fluidly than usual, making me wonder how long he’d already been drinking. “But instead, you’re a caregiver who saves damsels in distress and makes assholes blush,” he cackled, flashing his pearly whites.

“You know what…” I paused, trying to find my defiance, but it evaporated with my next sharp exhale. My heart was yearning for some peace of mind. Just for one night. “I really don’t have it in me to bicker tonight.” I waved at the bartender to pour me another shot.

Ben raised his giant hand along with mine, signaling for the bartender to make that two. “Wow. A woman keeping quiet,” he praised sourly, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Wow. A man being sexist. How original,” I shot back. So much for peace. Ben could lure my fire back to the surface like no one else. I had to give him that.

Instead of lashing out at me, he just cocked his head and chuckled. He seemed oddly satisfied with my response. ��Atta girl.”

“Ben… You can leave,” I huffed, eyeing him over my shoulder after pushing my key into the lock. “You didn’t have to walk me all the way home.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? That’s what a man does.” When I stepped into my apartment, Ben squeezed himself through the narrow doorframe and passed me in the tight hallway. It only took him a few steps to take in the entire view of my small living space. He let out a low whistle as he looked around. “This is where you live?”

“Yeah.” I shut the door and joined him in the living room. With sarcasm running through my veins, I raised my arms and feigned a smile. “Welcome to my humble home.”

“This is…” His freckle-stained nose wrinkled. “A fucking disgrace.”

“That’s one way to put it.” When his disappointed frown turned to face me, I snapped, “I’m working on it, okay?”

He nodded his head at Lily’s bedroom. “Your sister home?” The door war closed, so I had no clue how the hell he could tell it was her room.

“No.” I shook my head, reaching for the whiskey bottle on one of the bookshelves in the living room. “I wouldn’t leave her by herself.”

He scoffed and planted himself in front of the window, staring down at the colorless yard of the apartment complex. “What is she, three years old? Nobody gave a shit about my whereabouts when I was her age.”

My brows knitted. “Are we really gonna talk about how we grew up?”, I asked with a joking undertone, but I was secretly dreading that kind of conversation.

Slowly, Ben turned around on his bowed legs, palms on his hips. Under the pale lights, he looked like a gigantic replica of the little superhero action figures in Lily’s room. “Oh, we’re gonna need more booze for that,” he claimed, pointing at the liquor bottle in my grasp, batting those damn eyelashes at me.

I sized him up, wondering if it was a good idea to have fucking Soldier Boy as my guest. But I was seriously starting to doubt that he was ever going to kill me. Somehow, I doubted he even had it in him.

“Alright, fine,” I sighed out, placing the bottle on the couch table with a dull clinking sound, “Make yourself at home.”

Ben licked his lips, pleased by my invitation. He sat down on the worn couch, grinding his jaw when he sank lower than he expected to. “You need to fucking move,” he groused like a spoiled child.

I placed a glass in front of each of us, then let myself drop onto the cushion next to him. “Do you insult the homes of all the people you visit?”

“Ha. No, I, uh…,” he trailed off, looking lost in thought, and then suddenly cleared his throat. “Never mind.” He reached out his hand and wiggled his thick fingers, silently telling me to turn over the booze.

With my heart sinking in an odd way, I concluded that not a lot of people invited him to their homes and gave him the bottle. Maybe he needed the alcohol even more than I did. I waited for my turn while he poured himself a generous shot.

“You ever see the Soldier Boy story?”, Ben asked, handing me the bottle, and then proceeded to swallow his shot whole.

“Are you kidding me?”, I retorted, filling my own tumbler, “They show that movie in schools to this day. A poor child from South Philly finds out he’s got magical powers to match his heart of gold.” With an exaggerated movement, I put my right hand over my heart while my left hand lifted my shot glass to my lips.

“Yeah, well… It’s a load of bullshit,” he grumbled and spilled a fresh amber pool of liquor into his tumbler.

“You mean you don’t have a heart of gold?”, I asked, feigning shock.

The way he narrowed his eyes at me could have scared me, but it only made me smile. And I could have sworn that his mouth twitched, too.

“My father owned half the steel mills in the state,” he revealed, “I never lived in the streets, was never poor. Vought made all that shit up.”

I nodded to myself. The man that I’d admired growing up was nothing more than a false myth. A bedtime story. Instead of being a true hero, he really was the spoiled child he came off as. “Well… I can’t say that I’m surprised,” I muttered, “It seems all Vought cares about is profit.”

“They’re gonna do the same fucking thing to you,” he said, his bitter face meeting mine, “They’re probably gonna invent some kind of… sob story to raise your popularity. If our love story ain’t enough, that is. You should up your fucking game on that one.”

“Love story, huh?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that one comin’,” he taunted, his lips curling into a half-grin. “To be popular, you need to either be loved or hated. Vought is starting to consider the American Sweetheart narrative for you. That’s what The Legend’s hopin’ for, anyway.”

I chewed on my lower lip, staring at nothing in particular, mind draped in floating thoughts. Maybe there was someone to support me, to root for me, after all. Maybe I could really pull it all off somehow. Become one of the greater supes. And it was fucking Soldier Boy, of all people, who was pushing me over the edge toward ambition.

“If the Soldier Boy story is nothing but a bunch of lies… Then what’s your real story?”, I inquired.

He huffed and downed yet another shot. With a hiss, he slammed the tumbler onto the couch table. “My father sent me to boarding school. Bein’ away from home was… the best damn time of my life.” His body froze like a perfect painting, emerald eyes turning glassy. It was only after he cleared his throat that he continued, “I got kicked out of boarding school ‘cause I was a fuck-up. So… Back home, it was. Father said I was a disappointment. That I didn’t deserve to carry his name.” Another pause. Another far-away look in his face. “That didn’t change when I became a fucking superhero.”

I tried catching his eye, but failed due to the pain he was trying to hide away. “How did you become a supe?”

“Went to my father’s golf buddies in the war department,” he scoffed, “Got injected with some blue substance, and voilà, Soldier Boy was born. I became the strongest fucking man alive, and… it still wasn’t good enough for my old man.” When he finally looked up, he’d blinked away the salty shimmers, but there were still golden specks of sorrow in those green orbs. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but none of us are born superheroes.”

“I know.”

He arched his eyebrows at my reply.

“My dad, he…” My chest expanded and shrunk as I recalled how my father had told me about the drug I’d been given as a baby. “He told me about Compound V. When I was eleven, I think.”

“Your old man still around?”

“No.”

“Was he good to you?”, Ben wondered casually, but the way he studied my face told me he was indeed curious.

“Yeah.” The corners of my lips bent upward as I remembered some happier moments of my childhood. “My father… He loved my powers. But he loved me more.” My eyes started to burn with tears, the air started to hurt in my lungs, and I tried to keep myself under control. “Sometimes, when my mother put me on yet another diet, he would slip me candy bars and money for proper food.”

While I spoke, Ben was just observing me. Not mocking me, not moving in any way, surprisingly just waiting.

“My mother, she…,” I went on, “Ugh, she wanted a perfect little Miss Superhero. Dragged me to all the pageants. When I think back, I can still smell the goddamn hairspray and hear the mothers yell at their daughters. I never lived up to my mom’s expectations. I was never talented enough, polite enough, or pretty enough.”

He hummed quietly to himself, and I wasn’t sure anymore if he was caught up in my story or his own.

My lips sagged as I continued, “So, I got frustrated and just… Started working against her. I got into fights, started taking drugs, shoplifted. She loved my powers. But she hated me.” My gaze dropped to my wildly fidgeting fingers, and I cracked my knuckles in an attempt to self-soothe. “She made sure I knew I was a fuck-up. She would turn in her grave if she could see that I’m the one raising Lily now.”

Ben sighed through his pursed mouth and raised his glass to me. “To fucked-up parenting.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and bumped my glass against his. “To fucked-up parenting.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, we were wired to the fucking gills,” Ben chuckled, comfortably buzzed. His cheeks wore a freckled tinge of red, and he’d taken off his gloves.

“Holy shit!”, I cried out and downed the light brown liquid in my glass once more.

Though, let’s be honest, I should’ve stopped drinking quite a while ago. My mind was foggy, yet excited, and my body felt drowsy. Don’t get me wrong, I was a fun drunk. But also a reckless one. I made bad decisions if I crossed that line from tipsy to wasted. And I hadn’t just tiptoed along that line, like I’d told myself I would. I had crossed it with a powerful somersault to the deep end.

“You disappointed?”, he questioned, examining my flushed face.

“What?”, I mumbled, turning to fully face him, sitting cross-legged on the couch, the shoes missing from my feet.

He cocked his head and said, “They say never meet your fucking idols for a reason.”

“Who said you were my idol?”, I babbled, close to laughing again. Why was everything so funny when I was drunk?

Ben raised one of his eyebrows at me, his head moving backward in surprise, creating half a double chin on his upper throat.

I paused for a second and realized just how close we were sitting to each other. Even offended, he was gorgeous. On the outside, at least.

“Alright, fine. I used to have a poster of you,” I confessed through a tiny embarrassed fit of laughter. Blame it on the whiskey. It made me chatty.

“Ha! For real?”, he exclaimed, a genuine gleam of interest flashing through his eyes.

“Yeah… It was a rare one, too. Aaall my friends were jealous.” Having lost my sensitivity for personal space, I leaned forward a little too far, leaving only a few inches of alcohol breaths between us. “My green wallpaper really brought out the color of your eyes.”

His gaze fell to my mouth. It was just a tiny, soft movement, but its impact on the atmosphere was harsh like the slap of a whip. “You ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”, he questioned, then sunk his teeth into his plump lip.

“You have no shame, do you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The corner of his mouth pulled up, lining his face with a drowsy half-smirk. He tilted his face so that he could look directly into my eyes. “I’ve certainly beat my meat thinkin’ ‘bout that pretty little cunt of yours.”

His raspy tone shot a hot shiver down my body. The sparks even reached the tips of my fucking toes. I dragged my tongue along my lower lip. His hungry gaze followed the pink muscle. “You have?”

Blunt fingertips met my cheekbone with the softest of touches. They skimmed along my skin with great care, latching on to some rogue strands of hair to place them behind my ear. “Ever since I had you in my fucking trailer, I can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” his captivating voice admitted, urging me to believe him.

Oh boy, charm-alert. I was a weak woman. Longing to be held, even more so when I was intoxicated. And there was a well-built, handsome man sitting on my couch, making advances at me.

When I got up, the alcohol swirled around in my system, and I stumbled a little.

“Whoa, princess, you’re fucking wasted, aren’t you?” His hands steadied me by my hips as I climbed onto his lap. Amusement overtook his face. “Maybe it’s time for a little nap.”

“You wanna come to bed with me?”, I whispered against his bearded cheek.

His gravelly, honey-coated chuckles touched my very core. Then suddenly, he hauled me up along with him, holding me up by the backs of my thighs. My legs wound around his middle as he carried me to my bedroom. I pressed my lips to his neck to stop more drunk giggles from coming out.

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dubblebubbleibuprofen · 7 months

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Thinking thoughts. Big thoughts.

#and the tree was happy #shut up #saw #chainshipping #what fucking name is that btw I thought they were joking when I first saw that #get it #thoroughbreds #thoroughbred script #lily reynolds #amanda x lily #olivia cooke #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #web weaving #saw script #knit #words #comparatives

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My Poppy Playtime Logic AU ships

My AU is a crossover with Mickey Mouse (comics/Mix-Up Adventures), BATIM and Cartoon Cat btw :)

StarStudent ⭐️💡 : KickinChicken (Wyatt O'Hara) x Bubba Bubbaphant (Alvin Pickett)

AppleLove 🍎❤️ : PickyPiggy (Olivia "Via O'Hara) x Bobby Bearhug (Amanda "Mandy" Wugson)

SunFlower ☀️🌻 : DogDay (Cyrus O'Hara) x CraftyCorn (Calista "Cali" Boulder)

ThunderDrop ⚡️💧 : Hoppy Hopscotch (Megan Boulder) x Frowny Fox (Todd Hunnie)

MoonCow 🔔🌙 : Molly McMoo (Serena Hunnie) x CatNap (Theodore "Theo" Wugson)

Kiss&hug 🩷💙 : Kissy Missy (Melissa "Missy" Kissinger) x Huggy Wuggy (Huggard Wugson). Besides Bobby Bearhug, CatNap and Poppy they also adopted Amethyst (oc), Lime, Lemon, Rose, Iris (Mini Huggies) and Thierry (Xavier's son)

SpiderParents 🕷🩷💙 : Mommy Long Legs (Marie "Molly" Payne) x Daddy Long Legs (John Clerck). Sissy Long Legs (Cindy) is part of the family along side Brother Long Legs/GT Baby Long Legs (Carlson) and canon Baby Long Legs (Jasper)

JokingFlower 🦕 🌼 : Bron (Thomas Clarke) x Daisy Green. They adopted Bunzo Bunny (Buddy) and Baby Bunzo (Kazi), Buddy is 15 years and got the job to pay his top surgery

MusicBox 💛❤️ : Boxy Boo (Bobbi Turner) x Box She Boo (Barbara "Barbie" Rutter). Roxy, Soxy and Paul are their children rather than Boxy Boo's younger sibling figures

LoveHoney : 💚🍯 : Love Bug (Liliana "Lili" Bianca Payne) x Lilly the Frog (Pamela Hunnie). Molly and Cathy took the news of becoming stepsisters suprisingly well

CandyBee 🍬🐝 : Candy Cat (Candace Caisley) x Cat-Bee (Catherine "Cathy" Beatrice Hunnie). Besides Molly McMoo and Frowny Fox they also adopted Clever Claws (Leo), Jolly Jaws (Sunny), Silly Shelly (Darell) and Jerry Giraffe (Edric)

LoveMic 💜🎤 : Lovey Dovey (Lovina "Lovey" Dove Kissinger) x Billy Beagle. They have a baby daughter named Holly

FlowerCat 🌸🐈 : Amethyst "Amy" Wugson x Sylvester "Sly" Catt. Amy was originally named Lilac because I thought that was the color I'll get if I mix up Huggy and Kissy's color (Gametoons version) but I was mistaken and found a flower named Amethyst. Amy is genderqueer (any pronouns)

AcidicMusic 🍋🎵 : Lemon Wugson x Melody Radeville. Radeville because her greatuncle is Mortimer Radeville

LimeSpot 💚🖤 : Lime Wugson x Bucky Blackspot. He has two other brother Barry and Barty. Lime is demi-girl (she/they)

PenMill 🖤💜 : Penelope "Penny" Blackspot x Melinda "Millie" Radeville. Penny is genderfluid (any pronouns)

They plenty more but I'm gonna stop there

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years

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Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None…well I shouldn’t say none, there are a couple of swear words in here but this is pure FLUFF! All the fluffy bunnies and unicorns and all the feels. So sweet it’s tooth rotting.

Word Count: 4.7k-ish

Summary: Billy and Reader have been best friends since childhood, they’re love of baseball and horror movies brought them together and they’ve stayed friends for many years. Will they stay just friends or could it be something more?

A/N: Based off an ask from my sweet sweet Lily @munsonownsmyass The prompt of watching a scary movie and “It’s getting late, I should go.” I really wanted to make this as fluffy as possible. And thank you Amanda @mattmurdocksscars for suggesting a certain type of candy that Billy might like. This is sorta Halloween but also not really if that makes any sense. Since Kinktober is almost over, maybe y’all are ready for some fluff? I dunno but I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Every day you had to walk past the Ray of Hope group home going to and from school. The boys would be outside playing stickball in the street after school and you had always wanted to ask if you could play with them but you were painfully shy and it prevented you from asking so you just kept your head down and made your way home. So when the baseball rolled and hit your foot on your way home one day, you had the perfect opportunity to show them what you could do.

A tall, slender boy with eyes like pools of black ink and a mop of dark hair asked you for the ball back. You recognized him from school, Billy Russo. He was the boy all the others at the home looked up to. Even at a young age, he was a leader, the kids took his direction, they followed him.

You, on the other hand, didn’t really like being told what to do so instead of tossing the ball to Billy, you threw it to another boy who was about 30 feet behind him.

”Ouch!!” The boy cried out after catching the ball with his glove.

Billy turned from the boy who caught the ball, back to you and smiled. Even back then, his smile was perfect. “You wanna play?” He asked.

You nodded, shyly.

“What position do you play?” Billy asked.

“First base.” Your tiny voice cracked.

He pointed to himself. “Centerfield. I’m Billy by the way.”

“I know.” You said shyly. “I’ve seen you at school. I’m y/n.”

“I know.” He said. “I’ve seen you at school too. You gotta glove?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“Ok, we’ll see you here tomorrow after school.”

Excitedly, you bit back a smile. “See you tomorrow.”

As you walked away, you heard one of the boys say to Billy. “What are you doing, Russo? She’s a GIRL!”

Without missing a beat, you heard Billy tell him “She’s a girl who has a better arm than you do! I say she gets to play!”

And from that day on, you and Billy were inseparable, the other boys eventually warmed up to you but you and Billy formed a great friendship. The two of you hung out at school, after school, ate lunch together, sometimes you even brought him home to have dinner with you and your family.

It didn’t matter to you that he didn’t have expensive sneakers or that he had holes in his t-shirts, he was a great friend. He was your best friend.

The two of you played ball together every day after school until one cloudy afternoon you showed up to play and Billy wasn’t there. When you asked where he was, one of the other boys told you that Billy had an accident, he broke his arm.

Every day, without fail, you visited him until he was well enough to come back to school. You helped him carry his books, his homework, whatever he needed, you were there to help him.

He never wanted to talk about the accident, although one of the other boys let it slip that a man who visited them all the time was the one who broke Billy’s arm but that’s all he told you and you never pushed him to talk about it.

His arm wasn’t the same after his accident, and you knew that was just devastating to Billy because he loved to play baseball. He shut himself off from a lot of his friends after that but not from you which you were grateful for. You were the one person that knew him better than anyone and the one person he always wanted around.

The one positive thing that came out of Billy’s accident was you discovered that you both loved horror movies. While he was recovering from his accident, that’s what you did with your time together.

More than likely, you were too young to be watching some of the movies you watched but they didn’t pay much attention to him or what he was doing at the group home. And as you grew into your teens, you started a tradition of watching horror movies together every Halloween night.

“Ok y/n, what’s your favorite scary movie?” Billy asked.

You sat back against the couch and thought about it for a minute.

“Are you quoting Scream or are you actually asking me?” You joked.

He gave you the side eye and frowned a little. “I’m asking you. You’re such a smartass, ya know that?” He glared at you.

“Better than being a dumbass!” You said to him trying to control your laughter. “Ok, ok I’ll stop. Well, I love the original Halloween. It’s a classic. Oh! Remember two years ago, when we went to the drive-in and watched Scream for the first time? I had just gotten my license and after I dropped you off, I checked the back seat of the car because that movie scared me so much. Oh and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre is another favorite.”

Billy flashed that perfect smile at you and then started to laugh. “Y/N. That movie scared you SO much. I think I still have the claw marks in my arm, Wolverine.”

He was always cracking jokes about you being scared. You reminded him that he never made it through a scary movie without jumping at least once. “Wait a minute, Russo! It’s not like you never ever get scared either!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ok, I wouldn’t go as far as saying I get ‘scared,’ y/n.” You watched him make air quotes with his fingers.

That made you laugh. Billy trying to explain that he doesn’t get “scared,” he just gets “caught off guard,” which is the same thing. “Ok Billy, whatever you say.” You winked at him and wondered internally if everyone had a friend like Billy, a friend that you could completely be yourself around. Life was better with a friend like him.

Instead of going to college, Billy joined the marines. You were very proud of him for serving his country but also a little scared because you knew he’d be deployed and there was always that possibility he wouldn’t come home. In passing, you had asked why he didn’t want to go to college. With Billy, it was best not to push too hard.

“You don’t want to go to college, Billy?” The tone of your voice was gentle but with concern.

“I’m not smart enough for college, y/n. You know that.” He tried to sound like it didn’t bother him, but you knew better, he couldn’t fool you, and he was smarter than he gave himself credit for.

“Billy, you know that’s not true.” You said.

“Ok fine, but it doesn’t mean I have the money to go though.” He stated.

“Well maybe you could get scholarships, a loan, or I could ask my parents to help. I could get a job and…”

He shook his head and cut you off. “Absolutely not, y/n!” He pointed his long slender finger at you. “I couldn’t even think about taking you or your parent’s hard earned money. I’m not your charity case.”

There’s nothing you wanted more than to help Billy set himself up to be successful in life and if you or your parents could help with loans or scholarships, you figured you had to try. “You know I’ve NEVER treated you that way, Billy. And my parents haven’t either, they care about you too!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in frustration. “I’m sorry, I know they do and I know you do but I’m going to do this on my own, ok?” He lowered his voice. “Ok?”

Your expression softened and you walked over to hug him. “If that’s what you want Billy, then that’s what I want. But you know if you ever change your mind…”

He cut you off. “I know, I know.” And he hugged you back, Billy gave the best hugs.

The two of you talked all the time after you went off to college and he went to basic training whether it was through e-mail or he’d call. Billy asked about school, and if you had watched any new movies without him.

“Well I’m bummed you won’t be around for our Halloween movie night.” There was a sad tone to your voice, you really did miss him.

“I know y/n, but we can do it when I get back, it doesn’t have to be a Halloween thing.” Billy said. He sounded like he missed you too.

It was hard to find time to see Billy even when he did come home, he had new marine buddies he hung out with a lot, you had new friends from school that you did things with. It seemed like the two of you could only manage a few hours together each time.

You each celebrated turning 21 without the other and it was so hard not having your best friend around for a huge milestone like that but you were very thankful the two of you never lost touch. Your other friends didn’t know you like Billy did and it was the same for him.

Billy managed to make it home for your college graduation. He barely made it but he made it. You had never been so happy to see him. He was the first person you saw after you received your degree, not your mom, or your dad…you only saw Billy.

When the two of you locked eyes on each other, you took off running full speed towards him, he caught you when you jumped into his arms and he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“I am SO proud of you, y/n!” Billy exclaimed, his dark brown eyes looking at every square inch of you, it had been awhile since he last saw you.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to come, Billy!” Your face hurt from smiling so much and it was all because of him.

“Well, I just knew I needed to be here for you.” He smiled warmly at you and handed you a gift bag.

“What is this?” You asked.

“Just open it.” Billy insisted.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way and pulled out the gift Billy gave you. It was a shadow box, on the glass the word “memories” was printed on it along with a picture of two tickets.

Inside the box were tickets from every single movie, baseball game, basketball game, and every horror convention you had ever been to since you were children. That was why Billy always asked for your ticket after you were done with it, he saved them all.

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given you. “Billy, this is…” you paused.

He interrupted you “You hate it, it’s lame isn’t it.” And he yanked the shadow box out of your hand.

“Billy Russo, you give me back my present right now! I do not hate it…I love it. You saved all of our tickets?”

Your dad was always getting free tickets to the Yankees or the Knicks so you’d always ask Billy to come along with you and your family. You two always went to the movies together from the time you were kids all the way up until you left for college and he left to join the marines, there were so many tickets inside of that box.

He shied away from you a little, ran his fingers through his hair, and bit down on his bottom lip. “Uh, yeah…I saved them because, well, obviously you know I didn’t have a lot growing up so I really loved having something tangible that I could look at and hold in my hands to remember how much fun we had together.”

You set the shadow box on the ground so you could hug him, he hugged you back and squeezed you tight.

When Billy hugged you back, you had a feeling in your stomach that was new to you, it had never happened any other time you were close to each other. Butterflies. But that couldn’t be. This was Billy Russo, he’s been your best friend since you were in grade school, you’ve known him your whole life, there was no way you were in love with him and certainly there was no way he was in love with you.

Or was he? This gift was very personal and thoughtful. Even though you quickly put that out of your mind, after that day it was hard to ignore the flutters in your stomach or the heat that sheathed your entire body any time he texted or called while he was away. You were just very thankful he wasn’t there to see you blush.

After three tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, Billy was finally getting out of the service and starting his own private security company, Anvil. He had done it, he had worked hard and because of his hard work, it had paid off. His company was thriving and you were enormously proud of him. And since he was once again a civilian, he had more free time and you could pick up your traditions again.

It would be your first Halloween together in years. While you were apart, you’d still watch movies, you’d still have discussions about them but it wasn’t the same as it would be if you were in the same room together.

And ever since Billy gave you that shadow box, you were still trying to suppress your feelings for him. He clearly did not feel the same way you did, he never gave off a vibe like he was in love with you or even had those kind of feelings for you…but that gift told you otherwise, it gave you a feeling of “maybe?”

You snapped out of your daydream because Billy said he was coming over, bringing pizza and beer with him. He said he would take care of dinner if you would take care of popcorn and candy, the excitement in his voice was childlike, and he was genuinely excited to finally be able to spend a Halloween with you like you used to when you were kids.

You were excited also. Orange and purple lights were hung up everywhere around your apartment, dancing skeletons, spider webs, and bats were placed on every piece of empty wall space you could find, skulls and tapered candles decorated your coffee table, and you made sure you picked up all the candy that Billy loves, dark chocolate M&M’s, peanut butter cups, and salt water taffy.

There was one type of chocolate you remembered was Billy’s favorite, the only time he had them was when he came over to your house. They were just something your parents always had on hand, dark chocolate truffles.

He never had anything like that growing up in the group home, it was such a special treat for him and you’d always send him home with some no matter how many times he told you he didn’t want to take them.

A few quick raps on your door startled you, Billy was here. You quickly finished putting all the candy out on the coffee table and hurried to answer the door. Glancing through the peep hole to make sure it was actually Billy, he boomed from the other side of the door. “Come on y/n, open up, this thing is hot.”

After opening the door, he smiled at you and handed the beer over to you. He still had his suit on, he must have come straight from work. “Your weird neighbor from downstairs was giving me the glad eye again when I walked in.” He said.

Your come back was standard banter between the two of you. “Well maybe she likes you and thinks you’re pretty.” You started to giggle. “Oh, she also has five cats.”

Billy set the pizza on the dining room table, removed his suit jacket and started to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “Five cats?! Yeah no thanks. Go get some plates, smartass. And don’t you dare…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you had already said “Better than being a dumbass!”

He rolled his eyes and his shoulders dropped. “Aaaaaand you said it anyway!”

“You’re not the boss of me, Billy Russo. I do what I want.” You smiled at him while getting the plates out of the cabinet.

After Billy put the pizza down, he walked over to the antique desk you had on the other side of the room and picked up the shadow box he gave you. “You still have this, huh?” He let his fingers trace over the word “memories,” smiling while he did it.

“Why would I ever get rid of it?” You inquired.

He set it back down on top of the desk but still continued to stare at it. “I dunno, I just thought it was a silly little gift.”

“It’s not silly to me, Billy.” You said softly, his back was towards you, it was hard not to stare at him and you hoped he wouldn’t turn around to catch you staring at him and blushing.

You had always thought Billy was cute, but he had grown up to be incredibly handsome, and you watched beautiful women throw themselves at him all the time. He could have any woman he wanted and yet he never actually had a real relationship.

And your track record wasn’t any better either, it was just a string of bad relationships with men that treated you poorly and felt like you just couldn’t be yourself with any of them, it was just easy with Billy, he knew everything about you. Feeling like you had to change the subject or else he’d see right through that statement, you said “You must be hungry, are you ready to eat and watch something scary?”

“Absolutely.” He turned around and winked at you.

The first movie you watched was The Shining, it was a classic. A long time ago, the two of you talked about someday visiting the actual hotel that the book is based off of.

Next, was Scream for nostalgic purposes, talking about watching it at the drive-in was special to you which spiraled into the two of you reminiscing more than actually watching the movie which felt really nice.

You and Billy talking about old times at school, him rescuing you from your asshole prom date, the time you didn’t talk to him for a few days after he told you he was enlisting, and the day he caught a foul ball at Yankee Stadium. He tried to give it to you but you wanted him to keep it, the smile on his face after he caught it was burned into your memory, it was something you would never forget.

There were a lot of sentences that started with “Do you remember the time when…” It just felt really nice to have your best friend next to you on the couch again.

The last movie you decided to watch was one neither one of you had seen because you promised to watch it together, The Strangers.

“This is terrifying!” You screeched. “It’s terrifying because it could actually happen.”

Sitting next to him felt so natural, like you were meant to be there, your fingernails clawing into his skin and burying your face into his shoulder during the scary moments but Billy didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all, he would steal glances here and there, just to see the expressions on your face, and he was careful to make sure you didn’t notice him staring at you.

The way you would firmly grip the blanket in between your fingers, the way your whole body tensed when you knew something was going to happen but you weren’t sure what it was, and the way you relaxed a little when he pulled part of the blanket onto his lap and inched closer to you so his knee was touching yours, letting you know that he was there and everything was ok.

About halfway through the movie, you hit pause and got up from the couch to get another beer and some popcorn. When you walked back into the living room, Billy was resting his elbows on his knees, carefully unwrapping one of the dark chocolate truffles, you noticed it was the same color as his eyes. You paused just for a second to look at him as the dark blue wrapping crumpled under his fingertips.

Right before he took a bite, he glanced over at you. “You remembered these are my favorite, huh.”

Making your way back to the couch, you said “Of course I did. Remember how I would send you home with a bag of them every time you left my house? I know how much you love them, Billy.” The butterflies were back.

Taking your seat next to him, you set the two beers and the bowl of popcorn on the table. Billy spoke again, his voice was low but it also sounded a little sad.

“Ya know, back when I was at the group home we were lucky if we got Halloween candy at all, let alone candy like this. I would always savor it, I’d let it melt, I didn’t want to finish it. I had the same feeling when we were done watching movies together at your house. I knew that I would eventually have to leave but all I wanted to do was stay.”

His words were shattering your heart into a million pieces, you could practically hear it breaking inside your chest. Billy never talked about his feelings, he always just pushed them deep down inside where no one could get to them, not even him.

“Being around you and your family was the only time where I was truly happy as a kid. All the stuff we did together when we were young was just” He paused. That’s why I gave you that shadow box. I guess it was my way of telling you that those memories are…special to me.”

You tried to stop the tears from forming in your eyes but it was too late. “They’re special to me too, Billy. That box is…” you paused for a second to try and conceal the hitch in your voice. “It’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, I love it.”

He turned to finally look at you as he had been staring straight ahead while he was pouring his feelings out, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, and moved in closer, cupping your cheeks in between his strong hands.

You looked into his eyes, Billy had the most beautiful dark brown eyes you had ever seen, and he kept moving in closer, the gap between you getting smaller until you were both breathing the same air.

You could practically taste the dark chocolate on his lips he was so close, and your heart was racing. Your best friend, Billy Russo, was going to kiss you. Slowly, you closed your eyes in anticipation but he stopped short and quickly dropped his hands away from your face.

“It’s getting late, I—I should go.” He said quietly as he stood up, grabbed his jacket and started to head for the door.

You jumped off of the couch and chased after him but his long legs enabled him to walk across the room in just a few short strides. “Billy…wait…please…I don’t…” It was too late though, he pretty much closed the door in your face and still facing the door, with one hand on the door knob, you whispered “I don’t want you to go…” Resting your forehead against the door with your eyes closed, you softly said something you’ve wanted to say for a very long time even though he wasn’t there to hear you. “Because…I love you.”

A tear finally trickled down your cheek, you turned and started to walk away from the door when you heard three light knocks. Confused, you took two steps back towards the door and you could barely get the door open when Billy’s lips crashed onto yours, hands cupping your face once again and you could actually taste the slightly bitter chocolate now.

Your lips parted, his tongue intertwined with yours, and he pressed his kiss so firmly against your lips that it made it hard to catch your breath. You ran your fingers through his wild black hair and lightly scraped his scalp, still completely surprised by what was happening.

Billy pulled away and you were finally able to catch your breath. “I love you too, y/n. I love you too. My sweet girl. It’s always been you.”

Still breathing heavy, you asked him “I—wait, you do? But—but when Billy?”

He took your hands into his and pulled you into an embrace. “I guess in some way I always have but I really started to feel it when I was away from you on deployment. I knew I had to fight my hardest so I could come home to you—I needed to come home to you.”

The tightness in your shoulders eased as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. “When you hugged me at my graduation, after you gave me that gift, I felt…different, like I never wanted to let you go but how was I supposed to tell you that without messing up our friendship?”

“Well…you’re telling me now, right?” He responded with. “Our friendship is the only relationship I can’t stand to lose or mess up so I just kept my feelings to myself like I do with everything else. I guess we’re both a couple of dumbasses, aren’t we.”

Chuckling against his chest, you started to pull away from his warm embrace to look up at him. “I guess we are.” You said, brushing his beard with your thumbs. “Do you want to finish the movie?”

“Yes, but before we do, I’m going to kiss you again.” Billy said with a sly smile on his face. “And tell you that I love you…again.”

You couldn’t manage to say anything right away, your cheeks felt hot, and your legs were trembling. “I love you too, Billy.”

He swept his fingers across your cheeks to wipe the tears away, took your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb and leaned down to kiss you, delicately like you were made of glass and he didn’t want to break you.

When you touched his arm, it was warm but felt the goosebumps skirt across his skin, you were giving HIM goosebumps and the butterflies weren’t just in your stomach anymore, they were everywhere.

Billy tenderly placed kisses down your neck, back to your lips and up to your forehead, the lines around his eyes crinkling while smiling at you in between kisses. You’ve never seen him so happy.

He backed away a little and turned around to look over his shoulder at you. “You wanna ride, beautiful?” He asked with a playful look in his eyes.

You bit down on your bottom lip and jumped onto his back and clasped your hands around his neck, he held onto the back of your knees and started off towards the couch. Billy used to give you piggy back rides all the time when you were young, it felt just like old times.

His arm was draped over you as you rested your head against his chest with the blanket spread out across your legs. The bowl of popcorn on his lap, which you later spilled because you got scared, he laughed at you of course and after many stolen glances and kisses to your forehead, you finally finished the movie.

Outside, the howling wind lulled the two of you to sleep in each other’s arms, Billy held you close for the rest of the night and he planned to do so for the rest of his life. You were his definition of happiness and he finally had everything he had ever wanted. He was home.

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