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The Arrangement

(Alessia Russo x Reader)

Chapter I of Marshmallow

“Sweetheart? Can you hear me?” your mom’s voice cackled through the phone. “Take your phone off your ear, mum, you’ve facetimed me,” you chuckled. “Oh, right. Hi, darling, lovely to SEE you,” she giggled at her own joke. “How are you, love? And where are you? I don’t recognise that wall behind you,” she inquired. “I’m in the changing room at Arsenal, you know, my job.” “Right, ‘course. Everything alright? How’s your g-” “Yeah, everything’s good,” you quickly interrupted her, hoping no one in the changing room caught on to what she was about to say. “I have to head to training soon, mum. Did you want anything from me?” “Right, busy woman, no time for chit-chat with her mum. Your dad and I were just wondering if we could come visit you anytime soon. We haven’t seen you since Christmas, and we would both really love to meet your girlfriend!” She said that last part with a bit too much excitement, and you were sure you saw some heads snap your way from the corner of your eye. “Ehh, yeah, I’m just a little busy at the moment with football, so I’m not sure when I’ll be free,” you said as you quickly turned down the volume of your phone. “I know, darling, but I noticed there’s no match scheduled the weekend after the next one, so you’ll be free then, right?” Another disadvantage of being a professional athlete: usually having a very public schedule. “Right, yeah, I think so. I’ll call you after training, mum.”

You hung up after both of you exchanged goodbyes and you immediately noticed a few eyes on you. One pair belonged to a smirking Katie, who quickly plumped herself down next to you. “What was that I heard? Does somebody have a new girlfriend?” “What the hell, why haven’t I heard about this?” Leah joined in. “Lotte, did you know?” Your roommate Lotte shook her head. “Haven’t seen or heard anyone at our house.” “How is that even possible?” Victoria wondered out loud. “Is it a long-distance thing?” Caitlin joined in on the conversation. By this point, you were surrounded by your teammates, gazing at you, awaiting answers, and your head was spinning, trying to come up with anything to explain your situation.

Ultimately you decided on just telling them the truth, knowing full well a lie wasn’t getting you out of this situation. “There is no girlfriend,” you said quietly. Clearly, your answer wasn’t satisfactory as everyone kept staring at you frantically. “My parents kept asking me when I would finally bring someone home because my brother and sister are both happily married or engaged homeowners starting their own families. They keep telling me not to wait until it’s too late. At Christmas, when they started again, I finally snapped. I lied and told them I have a girlfriend.” You took a quick breath before you continued. “Only it backfired because now they won’t stop asking me about her, and apparently, I have to find a girlfriend within the next week or so.” You let your head fall into your hands dramatically. There was a short silence as everyone around you processed what you had just told them. Then a loud shriek as Katie burst out laughing. “Oh boy, you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble, mate!” she shouted. “Good luck with that.”

The next few minutes were filled with everyone either light-heartedly teasing your situation or attempting to play matchmaker and find you a girlfriend, which you knew was futile with only 10 days to go. This was precisely why you avoided going on dates. All the unwarranted attention and people meddling in your life, you didn't need it. You’d rather concentrate on the love of your life that you did have some control over: football. Fortunately, Kim took her captaincy very seriously and summoned everyone out of the changing room for training to begin, but not before sending you a sympathetic smile as you mouthed a quick “thank you” to her.

Training went by swiftly, and afterward, some of the girls gathered at Beth and Viv’s for dinner. You sat on the sofa with Laura and Viv as Alessia was directing Vic in the kitchen, and Beth was setting the table. “So, Y/N, are you going to tell your parents the truth about your girlfriend... or lack thereof?” Laura asked. “I don’t know; it’ll be so embarrassing. And I definitely won’t be able to hold off on them trying to set me up with their neighbour’s son, who is studying to be a doctor, or my mum’s colleague’s daughter who’s in law school.” You imitated your mom as you talked about the people your parent wanted to set you up with before dramatically making a barf gesture. “But what else can you do?” Viv asked. “Let’s see... Fake my own death and start a new life elsewhere? Start studying robotics and learn to design my own robot girlfriend? Pretend I’ve got short-term memory loss and have forgotten who my own girlfriend is?”

“Okay, I need to join in on this, scoot,” Beth waved her hands, gesturing for you to move over. “The fact that you thought of building a robot girlfriend before considering finding an actual girlfriend is insane,” she said, almost like she was scolding you. “I get it,” mumbled Viv as Beth immediately sent her a stern glare to which she responded with by blowing her a quick kiss. “I don’t want a relationship right now. Besides, 10 days is way too little time to find someone,” you said, ignoring their antics. “Fine, have it your way, go with the robot. Vic can help you; she’s studied maths,” she joked as she got up again. “Excuse me,” Vic got involved from the kitchen. “Which of my subjects do you think is about robot girlfriends?” She giggled. “I say go with the Dory thing.”

“Vic, stir this sauce for a bit, please,” Alessia spoke sternly as she turned towards all of you. “Okay, I can’t believe no one has thought of this, but the solution is very simple. You just find someone who can pretend to be your girlfriend for the weekend your parents visit,” she explained as all of you listened. “Yes! Less, that’s a perfect plan,” Beth exclaimed. “But who should it be? Maybe you can hire an actor!” She added as you seriously considered this option for a moment. “Hm, I don’t know, seems kind of risky if they don’t really know me,” you said.

“Yeah, you should probably pick a friend, someone you’ve known for a while and who knows what you’re up to these days,” Laura stated. “Sooo, maybe a teammate?” Vic suggested. “Yes!” Beth shouted again. “A teammate. But who? Obviously not someone who is openly dating someone else already, so me and Viv are out,” she then stated more calmly. “Laura and I can’t make it either, we’re going out with the Aussies, remember?” Vic asked as Laura nodded.

A silence fell as everyone sort of stared at Alessia, who was too focused on her cooking to notice. “Less?” Beth caught her attention, making her jump a little when she noticed everyone’s hopeful gazes fixated on her. “Are you available?” she asked. “Oh yeah sure, I’ll do it.” Alessia sent you a quick smile before continuing to make dinner. “That settles it then,” Beth said, giving you no say in the matter whatsoever. If you were being honest, though, you were just glad you had found somewhat of a solution to your problem. Besides, you didn’t know Alessia that well, the two of you usually being in different friend groups within the team and you had been intrigued to get to know her better for a while now.

The next few days in training everyone was mostly focussed on the game ahead. Some new pieces of gossip flooded the changing room and much to your delight, you and your love life were left unspoken of. It almost seemed a bit too good to be true, and you were now starting to worry it had all been a joke that you took too seriously. After all, the whole plan was a bit insane, definitely unlike anything you had ever done before. Were you just too desperate to notice that it was all banter?

"Everything alright, Y/N?” Alessia's voice jolted you from your mental spirals. “You seem a bit distracted.” “Yeah, all good. My mind just wandered for a second.” You feigned a smile. “Okay.” She returned the smile. “Hey, Alessia,” you began before she could exit the changing room. “Can I talk to you for a second?” “Yeah, of course. What’s up?” She settled herself beside you.

“So, you know about our crazy fake girlfriend plan, and—” “Correction, it’s my crazy plan, not ‘our’. My idea.” She interjected with a satisfied expression. “Right, your crazy plan. Anyhow, I realise you were put on the spot when Beth asked if you were available. I just wanted to say you don’t have to do it; I can find someone else,” you spoke hesitantly. “Oh no, I want to do it. Unless you’d prefer someone else, of course.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” you quickly clarified. “Alright then, let’s do it.” You offered a shy smile. “Ehh, I hope that’s not how you planned on asking me,” she giggled. You shot her an ‘are you serious?’ look. She responded with what you assumed was her best ‘yes, I’m serious, how dare you even question that’ expression. “Give me one second.”

You darted around the corner, returning a few seconds later with a ring made from bright blue kinesiology tape. “Alessia Russo, will you do me the honour of being my fake girlfriend for the weekend?” you proposed, getting down on one knee before her. “Yes, YES, a thousand times yes!” She dramatically pretended to swoon as you slid the makeshift ring onto her finger.

“Right, so my parents will be visiting from Friday night until Sunday, most likely,” you swiftly changed the subject, attempting to avoid any blush creeping onto your cheeks. “But you don’t have to be there for the entire duration, of course. If you could just pop in for a bit on Saturday, that would be great,” you suggested. “Oh, well I don’t really have any other plans because I assumed this would be an all-weekend kind of thing,” she replied softly, and you felt the warmth in your cheeks intensify. “And Dan is out of town anyway.”

Right, Dan. Her boyfriend. You were aware of him, you had met him – this wasn’t new information. So why did you suddenly feel a knot tightening in your stomach at Alessia mentioning him? “So, what do you want me to be like?” She brought you back from your thoughts. “What do you mean?” You asked. “I mean, how do you want me to be around your parents? We’ve got to impress them, right?” She explained. “Oh, just be yourself. They’ll love you. I know they will,” you assured her as she got up from the bench, ready to go warm up.

“Whatever happened in here?” Leah asked as she entered the changing room, followed by some other girls, right after Alessia had left. “What do you mean?” You inquired. “Well, Less just almost walked into me; she was all flustered and smiley, and now here you are, looking all flustered and upset,” she explained. “Nothing happened. I’m not upset. Just a bit nervous about my parents visiting and everything,” you lied. Either Leah didn’t notice or she decided to let you off the hook, but either way, she didn’t ask any further questions about it. As one of your best friends, Leah knew you very well, and she also knew that questioning you in a room full of people was the worst thing she could do to you.

“So is Less still coming?” Beth inquired. “Yes,” you mumbled, not wanting everyone to get involved again, but with no success. “Less?” Katie jumped in. “Why would she come?” Luckily, Beth came to your aid and explained the whole situation to everyone there so you didn’t have to.

“That’s a great plan,” Katie finally spoke. “But how will we make it believable?” “I’m sorry, we?” You tried to interrupt. “We should quiz them!” Beth suggested loudly, ignoring you entirely. “What is happening?” You mumbled to Leah who just laughed at you in response. “Yes! Lotte, can you come up with some questions about Less, and Leah, you can do the same for Y/N.”

Somehow, everyone had agreed on the quiz idea, and once again, you had no say in it. On Wednesday night, a few of the girls gathered at Lotte and your place to prepare you and Alessia for the weekend. The anticipation in the air was as thick as the excitement before a big match. Tables were set up, and a stack of papers with questions lay in the centre. Lotte, with her mischievous smile, and Leah, ever ready for a good laugh, were the architects of this grand interrogation.

You, Alessia, and the rest of the team settled in around the living room. The atmosphere was a mix of nerves and amusement, everyone eager to see how this plan would unfold. Beth, who put on an oversized blazer and a bright red Arsenal bowtie for the occasion, took charge, announcing the rules with a theatrical flourish.

“Alright, everyone! Welcome to the Ultimate Fake Girlfriend Quiz Night!” She exclaimed, earning a round of laughter. “We’ve got questions about Y/N for Alessia and questions about Alessia for Y/N. Let’s see how well our fake couple knows each other.” The room erupted into cheers. Lotte, holding a list of questions about Alessia, winked at you. Leah, armed with questions about you, looked equally mischievous.

The first round began, and Leah fired off questions about you. Alessia, to everyone’s surprise, answered with remarkable accuracy. “Alright, Alessia,” Leah said with a smirk, “what’s Y/N’s guilty pleasure snack?”

Alessia pondered for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. “Chocolate-covered pretzels. She hides them in the back of a cabinet, but I always find them.” Laughter filled the room. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Alessia, impressed and slightly amused that she had picked up on your secret indulgence. Apparently her close friendship with your roommate had given her quite an advantage.

Lotte, taking her turn, quizzed you about Alessia’s life. “What’s Alessia’s weirdest talent?” she asked with a sly grin. You thought for a moment, realising Alessia had shared a few quirky skills in the changing room. “She can do this weird thing with her tongue, like roll it into a clover shape. It’s bizarrely impressive.”

Alessia blushed, seemingly surprised that you remembered such a minor detail. The room erupted into cheers again. As the quiz progressed, Alessia consistently demonstrated an uncanny knowledge of your habits and likes. It seemed like she had been paying much more attention than you thought.

The highlight came when Leah, with a devious smile, presented the final question: “What’s Y/N’s weirdest habit in the morning?” Alessia, grinning confidently, answered, “She talks to herself in the mirror while doing her hair. Full-on conversations with her own reflection.” Your face turned crimson, and a chorus of laughter echoed through the room. You shot Alessia a playful glare.

The quiz ended and the consensus was clear — Alessia and you knew each other surprisingly well, considering this was supposed to be a fake relationship. However, Katie, ever the provocateur, couldn’t resist stirring the pot.

She leaned forward with a teasing grin. “So, you two aced the quiz, but do you even have any chemistry?” Her question hung in the air, causing a collective intake of breath from the spectators. Alessia looked at you, a subtle uncertainty in her eyes. “Seriously, guys, you need to up your game. You look way too platonic.”

Your teammates, now fully invested in your fake romance, decided to play relationship coaches. “Alright, stand up,” Beth commanded. “Let’s see how you two handle physical proximity. Hug. Now.” You and Alessia exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit awkward. You hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping your arms around each other. The teammates observed and then erupted into a chorus of opinions.

“Too stiff!”

“More like you mean it!”

“Look into each other’s eyes, not the ceiling!”

You and Alessia shared an amused yet bewildered look. The teammates continued their analysis, discussing everything from hand-holding techniques to the positioning of your bodies. It was like a crash course in relationship theatrics. “Alright, sit down,” Beth commanded again. “You two are sitting too far apart. Scoot closer.”

As you and Alessia moved to sit side by side, Steph suggested, “Try a more casual touch. Like, Y/N, put your hand on Alessia’s leg.” Panic flashed across your face, but you complied, very carefully placing your hand on Alessia’s leg. The room erupted into laughter again.

“Okay, she said casual, Y/N. She’s not made of thin glass now is she?” Beth joked, and Alessia chuckled as you adjusted your grip, secretly wanting to disappear into the couch. The teammates continued to give advice, critiquing every move and gesture. Amidst the laughter and chaos, Laura suggested, “You guys should try the 36 Questions. You know, that study that makes people fall in love?”

That mention drew curious looks from you and Alessia. Beth explained, “People say you’ll fall in love if you answer them honestly with someone. It could help you two look more... well, in love.” The idea was met with a mix of enthusiasm and skepticism. “Homework for our fake couple!” Beth declared, and everyone laughed.

As the evening wound down, the teammates left your place. Everyone but Alessia, who offered to help you clean the place up. Lotte went to bed, leaving you and your now approved ‘fake girlfriend’ with a newfound list of relationship do’s and don’ts, along with the prospect of a homework assignment that promised to make your fake relationship more convincing.

“So… I guess we’ve got some homework to do,” you said, feeling very awkward all of a sudden now that it was just you two. You then realised you had never really hung out together without at least one other person being there. “Yeah, 36 questions,” she started as she grabbed her phone. “Do you believe in this?”

“No of course not,” you said, ever the sceptic. “But I do believe Katie is gonna murder us if we don’t do our homework. Both of you exchanged glances like, ‘Are we really doing this?’ and rolled your eyes in silent agreement that this was a bit of a silly experiment.

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She read the first question from her phone, immediately gazing at the ceiling as if in thought about her answer. “I bet yours would be Michael Jordan,” you said. “Hey, I’m asking you about your answer not mine!” She giggled as she elbowed your shoulder.

“Fine, let me think. Do they have to be alive?” You wondered. “I mean I guess it says ‘anyone’, so if you want to have dinner with a corpse, by all means,” she chuckled. “No, not like that, ew,” you now elbowed her. “I just mean I would love to have dinner with my grandma. She’s sacrificed so much for our family, but I only ever knew her as a child so I’ve never been able to thank her for it.” Still in thought you stared at your feet for a bit until you realised it had been quiet for a while in your living room.

“Sorry,” you said, quickly looking up and finding Alessia’s eyes already on you with a look you couldn’t quite place. “I’ll just go with Beyoncé, she’d be a cool dinner guest,” you quickly changed your answer. “No, no, that was really sweet. I bet your grandma would love to have dinner with you too. And I’m sure she knew you’d be grateful,” she said softly, her eyes remaining on yours. “Yeah well, you just called her a corpse so that idea is kind of ruined for me now,” you teased. “No I didn’t!” She protested.

The first couple of questions were mostly light and you chuckled at each other’s silly answers. However, as you continued down the list, the questions became increasingly deep and personal and as eye-rolls turned into thoughtful pondering, you both found yourselves sharing way more than you had expected.

Alessia’s responses were open and honest as she shared stories about her childhood dreams, the hurdles in her football journey, and her aspirations beyond the pitch. One question, in particular, struck a chord: “If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?” Alessia’s response was heartfelt. “I’d want to be fearless. Not just on the field, but in life. There are times when I feel held back by my own doubts and fears. I’d love to face everything without that weight.”

Her openness made it easy for you to share your own dreams and fears. The conversation flowed easily, moving through topics of love, aspirations, and personal histories. It felt like something shifted between the two of you. Alessia was no longer just a teammate or a fake girlfriend to you. She was someone you could talk to, someone you felt a genuine connection with and you had a newfound appreciation for her.

By the time you had finished the first set of questions you finally looked at the time. “Oh my god, Alessia, it’s 2 am!” You both jumped up. Two hours had passed since everyone had left and you had an early training the next morning. “Really? How did that happen. I should run then,” she said.

“Hey, do you want to stay over?” You asked as you immediately noticed her questioning expression. “In the guest room I mean. Just cause we have an early training tomorrow and I don’t want you to be exhausted.” You quickly added. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” She smiled shyly at you. “Okay, be right back.” You stated as you sprinted towards your bedroom.

You returned a few minutes later with a bunch of stuff in your arms. “Here’s an unused toothbrush, towels are in the bathroom cabinet, and I didn’t know what you like to sleep in so here’s some shorts, joggers, a t-shirt and a hoodie. Wear whatever you want.” You rambled nervously as she chuckled. “Thank you Y/N. Good night.”

The next morning, your alarm blared, pulling you from the depths of sleep. Groggily, you stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Training awaited, and as you yawned your way through the morning routine, the events of the previous night flashed in your mind. You couldn’t help but glance at Alessia, who was already up, seemingly more awake than you were. She flashed you a tired yet friendly smile. “Morning,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” you replied, trying to shake off the remnants of your dreams. The two of you exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the peculiar situation you found yourselves in.

As you headed to training together, you couldn’t ignore the amused glances from your teammates. Alessia, clad in your training gear because she hadn’t brought her own, was the target of playful banter. “Nice walk of shame, Alessia!” Katie teased, eliciting laughter from others. “You two look tired, looks like our chemistry experiments worked a little too wel!” Quipped Beth, pointing out the bags under both your eyes.

Training progressed as usual, but not without the occasional teasing from one of your teammates. You knew none of them really meant anything by it though. Everyone knew it was just a bit and that the two of you were no more than friends. And so did you, cause that was the deal, right?

“You know,” Alessia began when the two of you were alone for a second after Katie asked her when you were planning your next sleepover, “despite all the teasing and the fake girlfriend stuff, I’m kind of enjoying getting to know you better.” You felt your cheeks starting to flush as you took in her genuine smile. “Yeah, me too. It’s strange how these things work out.” You tried your best to reciprocate her smile without blushing too hard. What on earth was happening to you?

The day went by swiftly as the prospect of having Alessia around as your fake girlfriend all weekend had you slowly spiral into a nervous wreck. When Friday afternoon finally arrived, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror as you went over the many things that could go wrong. What if your parents didn’t believe it? What if they did? What would that even mean? What if she never even showed up cause who were you to think she would do something like that for you? What if her boyfriend got mad? What if she suddenly started liking you, for real? What if she didn’t?

You splashed water in your face, desperately trying to stop your mind from spiralling, and more specifically to erase those last thoughts. Where was your mind coming up with all this none-sense? Was there something more to this? Another splash. No. None-sense. You groaned as you watched drops of water trickle down your face.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” You heard Lotte’s voice call out from the other side of the locked bathroom door. “Less is here.” You inhaled a sharp breath as you felt a familiar knot form in your stomach. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. “Be right there!”

“You’re early,” is the first thing you said when you came out of the bathroom after quickly drying yourself off and fixing your hair. “Nice to see you too.” A kindly smiling Alessia appeared once you opened the door. “Thought I’d help you prepare before your parents show up. Hey, are you okay?” She gazed at you as if she was examining your current state. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, hi, thank you for being here.” You opened up your arms as an invitation for a hug which she accepted immediately.

“Allright, lovebirds, I’m out.” Lotte said, suitcase in hand as she hugged you both goodbye, leaving for a little romantic getaway with her boyfriend. “Have fun!” You both shouted at the same time as she closed the door behind herself.

You spent the next hour or so getting the house ready for your parent’s arrival and providing Alessia with all the necessary information on your family, as if you were doing a last minute study session for an exam.

Then, a knock on the door echoed through the house, signalling the arrival of your parents. A surge of nerves shot through you as you exchanged a quick glance with Alessia. You both took a deep breath, steeling yourselves for the upcoming performance. “Ready?” Alessia whispered, and you nodded, though your heart was doing a drumroll in your chest.

-> Chapter II

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when her world had collapsed ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

a blurb based of something i saw on tik tok, “if i had one wish, you’d stay forever.” - tragic love.

a huge smile was worn on the english striker’s face, not knowing that her whole world was going to collapse. the player of the match trophy was settled near her waist, her arm securing it as she made her way to the locker room—but someone had gotten her attention.

“theo?” alessia’s voice rang throughout the tunnel, the blonde’s teammates were not far away. a certain irish full-back had spread her arms out, stopping her teammates as she stared at the scene.

his eyes held a secret that he couldn’t tell, no, he couldn’t. how could he? so, he gave her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, as he grabbed the handwritten letter from his pocket.

“this letter is meant for you.” his voice wavered, as he avoided his eyes—not being able to look at his sister’s love. alessia, who looked a bit confused why her brother-in-law was standing in front of her, rather than her wife—y/n l/n.

if only she knew what the letter was, but her hands moved to unfold the piece of paper. as her eyes looked through letter, if you were close enough you’d notice the tears.

she had crumpled to the ground, tears were clearly seen, as she cried. katie had made her move, the studs of the irish’s boots were clearly heard throughout the tunnel.

an unexpected move from her, as she grabbed the guy from his collar, and quickly shoving him to the wall.

“who are ya’!” the irish had yelled, not liking how he managed to make alessia cry like that.

“i’m theo, mattheo l/n. alessia’s brother-in-law.” he said, as his arms were raised in the air. he knew that alessia’s teammates didn’t know of him, so he kept his arms up.

the irish’s head tilted, as her grip on mattheo had loosened. ella had came forward, holding the two little mischiefs. a pair of twin’s, she noticed how one had alessia’s eyes, and the other was busy sleeping, cuddled into her arms.

“i’m sorry, less-“ theo had choked out, as he too crumbled to the ground, his eyes had tears but they never fell.

“it was a rescue mission, the objective was to evacuate the building and save the hostages. but, i- had gotten trapped beneath at the first wave of the explosion.” his voice was filled with panic, as ella made her move to hand alessandra russo, the youngest daughter to alessia.

alessia chuckled underneath her breath, as she looked at her daughter—she has your eyes. the eyes she deeply fell in love with, the junior she had met while being a freshman at unc.

“i should’ve been the one to die. if she hadn’t saved me, she would still be here.” his voice had finally broke, as alessia shook her head. she simply pulled her brother-in-law in a hug.

“you know damn well, that she would’ve saved you no matter what, her little brother.” alessia commented, as theo had chuckled, you definitely would of.

alessia had pulled away, before wiping her own tears.

“i’m guessing we need to explain.” theo said, as katie gave him raised eyebrows.

“when i was playing abroad at unc, i had met someone—y/n l/n. she was a junior that i had accidentally bumped into on campus.” alessia started out, as theo chuckled.

“there were times, less had saw my sister on campus. a bit intrigued she was, my sister had captained the field hockey team when she studied at unc. she didn’t play professionally as she joined the police, and made her way to the swat academy.” theo continued for alessia.

her one wish, was for you to stay forever.

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hungermakesmonsters · 2 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Twenty-One

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R - back to their smutty selves

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing massive, just some smutty behaviour in public and a brief visit to Billy's mother in the care home. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~4.7k

A/N : After last week, we're back to more slightly fun times with reader and Billy. This is set around a couple of weeks after the last part!

Chapter Twenty-One

It wasn’t easy. Nothing about going back to Billy after everything that had happened was easy, and you both seemed to understand that something had shifted in your relationship. There were no more lies between you, no more walls to hide behind. When you’d told him the truth about Scott, you’d let him see a part of yourself that only one other person knew, and when Billy told you about Frank, about how he’d always traded his brother for a lavish lifestyle, he’d let you see how flawed he really was.

The honeymoon period of your relationship was over and, now, you were privy to the darkest parts of each other.

Only a year ago, that level of intimacy with another person would have terrified you, but now, knowing that he loved you despite your mistakes, made you feel closer to him than ever. And, in turn, knowing more about the things that hurt him, the things that made him hate and second guess himself, made you feel like you could actually support him when he needed you, instead of pretending like everything in his life was perfect.

The conversation about you moving in came up again and, of course, you said yes. Karen came through with the offer of a job with The Bulletin. And, suddenly, you felt like you had purpose again, like you were actually living your life instead of just existing. Karen even wanted to take you on a girls weekend to Mexico to celebrate.

But the new frankness in your relationship did cause a few little bumps, but they were things that you knew couldn’t be rushed; like Billy’s panic attacks. He still wouldn’t talk about them though, thankfully, he hadn’t had any that you knew of since your photography show.

And, on the topic of the show - well, let's just say you and Billy had words a couple of days after the show when almost half the photos that had been sold turned up at the penthouse. But, as much as you might have wanted to be annoyed about it, when he told you that he’d bought them so that he’d always have something to remember you by, you knew you couldn’t stay mad. And you had to admit that you’d never really been comfortable with the thought of anyone else owning that photo of him.

Little by little, he opened himself up to you, but never more so than he agreed to let you meet his mother. Though agreed might have been too strong of a word for it.

“I’m going to be late to Karen’s party tomorrow,” he told you as you sat down to dinner together.

“That’s okay, I can wait for you,” you shrugged, assuming that work would be keeping him late.

“No, it’s fine, you should just go ahead. I don’t know how long I’m going to be.”

“I’m sure Anvil won’t go bankrupt if you decide to finish an hour early on a friday,” you joked.

“It’s not a work thing,” he confessed, awkwardly dropping his gaze for a moment. You didn’t ask, you just gave him a moment, letting him decide if he wanted to tell you. And he did. “I go to see my mom on the last friday of every month, just to make sure everything’s -”

He trailed off into a sigh before offering you something of a shrug. That one little gesture told you everything; he wasn’t going because he wanted to, he was going out of some sense of obligation.

“I’ll go with you,” you told him the words coming out before you could even stop to really think about it.

“No, you’d just be waiting in the car, you might as well just -”

“No, I mean, I want to meet your mom.”

“What?” It was hard to tell if he was more shocked or confused.

It took you a moment to find the words to explain it to him. “For better or worse, she’s your family Billy and I want to get to know every part of you.”

Billy hadn’t been happy exactly, but he did relent and give in to you, and the next day, after work, the pair of you drove to the little home where his mother lived.

First impressions were not great, and you could understand why the PI had had such a low opinion of where Billy was choosing to keep his mother. A part of you did feel bad as he led you through the dingy, sterile corridors, the sounds of other residents echoing all around you.

You gripped Billy’s hand a little tighter and, when he gave you a concerned look, you explained to him that it reminded you of a hospital and that you hated hospitals.

A couple of the nurses offered muttered hellos as you and Billy passed them before stopping at a door labelled Carla Russo. He looked at you for a second before taking a breath and opening the door.

You weren’t sure what you expected, but what you found on the other side of that door certainly wasn’t it. Over the months you’d known about Billy’s abandonment, you’d built up this picture of a malevolent, uncaring and selfish woman. You’d pictured her as a monster, but the bedridden woman in front of you was the opposite of what you’d imagined. You felt almost bad for her, seeing what years of substance abuse had done to her.

Billy introduced you but you barely heard it, barely noticed much of anything until he let go of your hand and made his way around her bed to softly kiss her forehead. His mother didn’t react, but your attention was more concerned with Billy; with the stiff way he carried himself and the way he seemed to be forcing back a frown.

He spoke with his mother for a few minutes, as if she’d asked to hear about his day and how his work was going, while you took a seat. You half-listened, just watching Billy and trying to imagine a happy scene, one where his mother acknowledged him and smiled at his achievements, rather than staring vacantly at the ceiling.

When his attention finally returned to you, it was to tell you that he needed to go speak with her doctor, asking you if you’d be alright waiting there on your own or if you wanted to go wait in the car. You told him you’d stay, that you’d wait with his mother.

The minutes ticked by and you remained seated and silent, watching the figure on the bed as she just laid there, until something compelled you to stand, to move closer.

You looked down at her with all the sympathy you could muster, seeing a woman who should have still had so much of her life in front of her. As much as you wanted to hate her, all you really felt was pity, but not because of the state that she was in.

“You should know that your son’s a good man,” you told her, even though she gave no indication that she was listening or even realised that you were there, “he’s kind and funny, and so full of love. And he’s all of those things in spite of you. I don’t know how hard it was for you to leave him like that, but I pity you - not because you’re like this but because you gave up your chance to know him like I do. You gave up the chance to know what it’s like to be loved by him.”

If she could hear or understand what you were saying, she didn’t show it, but you weren’t quite done.

“He’s been through so much on his own, but he’s not alone anymore; he’s got me now, and I’m never going to abandon him like you did. You didn’t love or protect your son when he needed you most, but I’m never going to give up on him. I’m going to love him the way that he deserves to be loved.” The words tumbled from your lips and, somehow, you felt better for having said them, even if Carla Russo showed no signs of understanding you.

A moment later, Billy was back, telling you that he was ready to leave. You both gave his mother a terse goodbye before Billy took you by the hand and started leading you away. He didn’t say anything, as you stepped outside and started down the street towards the car. For a time you didn’t even think anything of how tightly he was holding your hand - you just assumed that he was feeling a little vulnerable after everything you’d just witnessed.

That is, until he pulled you off the sidewalk and into an alleyway.

Before you could ask what he was doing, Billy was kissing you, pressing you back against a wall with a familiar urgency. And, once you felt his erection pressed against you, any questions you might have had about what he was doing were rendered moot; he needed something from you and couldn’t even wait until you were back at the car to get it.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you, one hand pulling at the fastenings of his pants while the other held you securely until you thought to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. The kiss broke as one hand slipped beneath your dress to pull your panties aside and the other pressed two fingers between your lips.

“Wet them,” He instructed, already sounding breathless.

You did as he asked without question, licking and sucking his fingers, lathering them with saliva. Once they were coated, he slipped the fingers between your thighs and used them to prime your entrance. While he did that, he took a moment to spit on his own hand before fisting his cock, trying to lubricate it.

His fingers pulled out of you, and you cried against his lips as his hips slammed into yours, filling you with every hard inch of him in one rough thrust. Despite his best efforts, you still weren’t wet enough, still weren’t ready for him, but you knew that this was more about Billy and what he needed than anything else. And, as he started to fuck you, your body quickly caught up, slickening around his cock and aiding his movements.

You fisted his hair, holding on for dear life and trying to ignore the scrape of brickwork against your lower back as Billy fucked you, taking everything that he needed from you. The quick and rough jerks of his hips told you that he wouldn’t last long, but you knew you wouldn’t either at this pace. And, honestly, the thought of doing this outside, in some filthy alleyway where anyone might stumble across you, thrilled you more than you ever thought it would.

He grunted against your lips and you did your best to swallow down every sound he made, even as his cock started to pulse inside you and you felt him start to come. You didn’t hesitate before reaching between your bodies and starting to rub your swollen clit while he emptied himself inside you. It only took a few moments more for you to find your own sweet release, your body trembling, your walls squeezing around him, before you both finally stilled.

He stayed inside you, his eyes finding yours, and you could tell his mind was racing, though you weren’t sure why. Your grip on his hair loosened and you slowly started to run your fingers through his locks, trying to set it to rights.

“Did you mean it?” He asked quietly and, for a moment, you weren’t sure what he meant. “What you said to her - did you mean it?”

“You heard that?”

“Every word.”

“Of course I meant it,” you told him as your lips pulled into a smile. “You’re mine, Billy. And I’m yours.”

“Forever,” he added before leaning in to kiss you again.

But the sounds of people on the street had him quickly pulling out and putting you down. You let out a groan at the feeling of emptiness and grimaced at the feeling of his cum starting to trickle down your thighs. Billy offered you his handkerchief and you did your best to clean yourself up while he did up his pants and kept a lookout.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to sit through this whole birthday dinner thing knowing you’re full of my cum,” he muttered, in a half-joking and half-serious tone that caused your cheeks to heat.

“Then you should have finished in my mouth instead,” you answered back quietly and the look Billy shot you had you almost bracing yourself to go again. For a few. Long seconds you held his gaze until he finally relented and let out a laugh.

“Maybe I’ll find us another alley once we’re done with dinner.” He smirked, holding out his hand to you.

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” You asked, grabbing his hand and holding tight as you started walking back to the Wraith.

It felt like his mood had lifted and he seemed more relaxed than he had when you’d first arrived to visit his mother. And you were glad, you were happy that you’d gone with him, and that he’d heard every word you’d said to Carla Russo. More than that, you were glad that he’d believed it.

When you finally made it to the restaurant, half an hour later than planned, Karen was first to stand to greet you both. And, as expected, you were the last ones there. Everyone else was already seated, each with a drink and the complimentary breadsticks were long gone. While she came to greet you, Billy did the rounds to greet his friends.

“Glad to see you finally managed to pull yourself out of Billy’s bed,” she smirked, and your cheeks immediately started to warm.

“That’s not - we weren’t -” you tried to argue.

“Please,” Karen laughed, “you look like you’ve just had your brains fucked out.”

Your hands quickly moved, nervously trying to smooth down your dress and hair, which just made Karen laugh more.

“I don’t mean like that, I mean -” she paused for a moment to look at you and think of the perfect word, “- it’s like you’ve got a glow or something.”

Your eyes went wide at the connotations of that word. “Karen, glow is really not a word I want to hear.”

“Why not? You’re using protection, aren’t you?” She asked and your cheeks continued to get warmer.

“I’m on birth control, but we...” you took an awkward breath and shook your head. “Look, it doesn’t matter, it’s not... that. We just - I dunno, we got a little bit closer today. Billy trusted me with something important and one thing kinda just led to another...”

“Uh-huh,” she kept smirking. “So things have been good since you decided to give it another go?” You nodded and Karen threw a glance in Billy’s direction. “Well, whatever it is you two have been up to, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.”

Your gaze followed her and, a moment after you started looking, Billy was staring right back at you, a disarming smile on his lips. Karen uttered something about finally being able to order and shooed you in the direction of Billy and the two empty seats that had been saved for you both at the end of the table. And, honestly, you were glad to get away from her.

“You alright?” Billy asked, seeming to notice your embarrassment as you took your seat at his side.

“I’m fine, Karen was just being Karen,” you told him and Billy nodded, even though he had no idea what you meant.

Food was ordered and you enjoyed sitting back and watching Billy interact with his friends, happy that he seemed to be so happy. But his attention always returned to you eventually. By the time you’d all finished eating, everyone had had more than enough to drink to start getting a little louder, joking and laughing with each other.

Billy leaned towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, thinking back to the first time he’d uttered those words; the party, the bathroom, the way he’d kissed you, and the way he’d made you come for the first time. You bit your lip for a moment, earning a grin from him as he pulled back a fraction. Your eyes flitted down the table, noticing how everyone else seemed absorbed in whatever story Curtis was telling. Billy’s eyes didn’t stray from you.

His hand found your bare knee, causing you to inhale sharply - and that just made Billy grin more. His fingers moved slowly, ghosting up your thigh and taking the fabric of your dress with them while your legs instinctively started to part for him. You knew you were playing with fire and that this couldn’t go much further, but that didn’t stop you from shifting forward in your seat and making sure the table cloth hid what you were doing.

The further up your thigh his hand got, the more you knew you needed to tell him to stop; you needed to be the voice of reason because you were certain that any thought of common sense had long since abandoned Billy.

His name was called from the other end of the table and you almost breathed a sigh of relief as he turned from you and started talking to his friends. Almost. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, his hand kept moving, higher and higher.

You reached for your wine glass and tried to take a drink to keep yourself from moaning as his fingers finally pressed against your wet panties. The warmth of his fingers bled through the wet fabric and all you could think about was how you wanted so much more. Despite being sat at a table with twelve other people, you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“Right?” Billy spoke suddenly, looking at you with a big grin on his face, pulling you into the conversation, even though the only thing you could think about was his hand between your legs and how needy you suddenly felt.

You nodded, even though you had no idea what they were talking about. Everyone laughed and Billy continued talking, his fingers still pressing against you, slowly rubbing, driving you more and more insane with every passing moment.

When he finally dared to slip beneath the fabric and run his fingers through your arousal, you closed your legs. As much as you wanted it, you knew that you couldn’t; not there, not like that. But Billy’s hand remained, his fingers still teasing you as your thighs squeezed around his hand, and you knew you’d have to do something before you gave in to what you both so obviously wanted.

Leaning towards him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, while your hand gently pulled his from between your legs. You whispered in his ear; “not here.”

You stood and excused yourself, heading for the bathroom, slipping inside and leaving the door unlocked behind you. Less than a minute later, Billy was with you, locking the door and pressing you back against it.

“I can’t believe you were going to try to make me come on your fingers in front of all your friends,” you tried to feign annoyance but the way he kissed you, left you with only one thought in mind.

“You should’ve told me you were so wet, sweetheart,” he groaned against your lips, “your panties are soaked.”

“Some of that is your fault,” you told him as your hand started to tug at the zipper of his pants.

“We’re gonna have to be quick,” he told you, letting out another groan as your hand reached into his pants to pull out his already semi-hard cock, “I think Karen already knows what we’re doing in here.”

“Less talking, more kissing,” you told him and Billy was glad to oblige, kissing you deeply while your hand stroked his cock.

You expected him to lift you up but, instead, you felt a gentle pressure on your hip, his hand urging you downwards. Eagerly, you dropped to your knees, your hand still running over his shaft. For a moment, you looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to tease and drive him crazy, but you knew that you didn’t have time for that.

Wrapping your lips around the thick tip of his cock, your hand continued to pump the shaft, feeling him getting harder and harder, and when he started to leak, your tongue greedily lapped it up.

He groaned your name, fisting your hair and bucking his hips forward, trapping you between him and the door as he thrust more of his cock between your lips. You gladly obliged him, pressing forwards and starting to give him what he wanted, listening to his barely contained grunts and groans. As he pushed closer, you found yourself trapped in place, with your head pressed back against the door as he took over completely. His hand stayed in your hair, holding you in place as he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, slowly at first and then a little quicker.

Your eyes stayed on his watching as, piece by piece, he seemed to start losing his mind. There was always something so real and so raw about moments like this with Billy, where you knew he was being driven by nothing but instinct and need. He needed you and, fuck, it felt good to be needed.

“Fuck,” he growled as you pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, drawing your cheeks in and sucking as he moved, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

As his breathing got heavier and heavier, you braced yourself for his climax but, rather than coming, Billy suddenly pulled out of your mouth.

His hands pulled you up by your arms and, before you knew what he was doing, he’d manoeuvred you around the tiny bathroom and bent you over the skin. Your eyes found his in the mirror as he pulled up your dress and tore your panties. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that wanted to tear from you as his cock filled you.

With one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder, Billy didn’t waste any time before he started to fuck you. Every time he thrust into you, you found your thighs knocking into the sink - it would probably leave bruises, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything except Billy and the way he was making you feel.

But the way he was fucking you made it impossible to stay quiet, and you knew you were one loud moan away from everyong in the restaurant outside knowing exactly what you were doing. So, you took his hand from your shoulder and pulled it over your mouth. And Billy’s reaction in the mirror sent a thrill straight to your core. And, with his hand muffling your gasps of pleasure, his thrusts only got faster, rougher, giving you both what you so desperately needed.

You hand stayed pressed over his against your lips, making it feel like some tender and intimate thing and, for you and Billy, you supposed that was exactly what it was. This was who you were; two people so in loved, so stuck on each other that you couldn’t even make it through a whole meal with friends without wanting to fuck each others brains out. And perhaps that should have embarrassed you, but it didn’t.

You were so happy. So in love.

Billy leaned over you, his lips on your neck for a moment before finding your ear and muttering that one little word that was guaranteed to send you over the edge.

“Mine.”

That one little word felt like it set off fireworks inside you, your body trembling as his hand pressed tighter against your mouth muffling the moans of pleasure that tried to escape as your body trembled. Billy came a moment later, pressing his lips back to your neck to dampen his own growls and groans, his hips still moving slowly, making sure to draw out the moment for both of you.

When he finally pulled out, it took you a moment to stand back up, reaching for some tissue to try to clean yourself up. Smoothing your dress down, you laughed as Billy picked up the tattered remains of your panties from the floor and placed them in his pocket.

“When I move in with you, am I going to find a drawer full of all the panties you’ve ripped off me?” You joked, reaching for him and brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face.

“It’s the second drawer in my nightstand, but it’s nowhere near full. Yet.” Billy grinned, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking, and you knew you’d have to check once you got back to the penthouse.

You checked your make-up in the mirror and made sure you didn’t look like you’d just been fucked by your boyfriend over the bathroom sink, before letting out a sigh. You didn’t want to go back out to the others, you wanted to stay with Billy, but it had already been almost ten minutes and they’d probably all already figured out what you’d been doing.

“I’ll go back out now,” you told him, slipping past him to reach the door, “you should wait another couple of minutes - pretend you got a call or something.”

Billy nodded and agreed, and you gave him one last little look before slipping out of the bathroom and returning to the table.

A few people had left in your absence, and everyone seemed to have moved further up the table to be closer to Karen, so you took the empty seat at her side, even though it put you a little closer to Frank than you would have liked.

Karen gave you a look and you knew that she knew exactly what you’d just been doing. Everyone kept talking for a moment until one topic ended and Curtis moved the spotlight to you.

“Karen was just telling us how you two are going on a long weekend to Mexico, you sure you don’t want some company.” Curtis joked.

“It’s a girls only weekend,” Karen answered.

“How’d you get Bill on board with that, anyway?” Frank asked, and everyone was gracious enough to ignore the way you almost flinched when he spoke to you.

“Get me on board with what?” Billy asked, as he sat behind you, making a show of putting his phone down as if he’d just been on a call.

You let out a sigh and shook your head.

“You didn’t tell him yet?” Karen asked and you turned to see Billy looking less than happy about having no idea why he was suddenly the centre of attention.

“Tell me what?” He was looking straight at you, and you hated that you were going to have to have this conversation straight after everything that had just happened between you.

“Me and Karen are going on a girls weekend to Mexico to celebrate my job with The Bulletin. I was going to tell you last night, but...” you didn’t have to say it, Billy knew that you’d both been a little distracted by thoughts of you meeting his mother.

“Oh, okay,” he shrugged like it was nothing, and you had to hold back a sigh of relief.

Tense moment averted, the conversation continued and your hand found his on the table, giving it a tight squeeze as a silent thank you. You’d talk about it later, you’d explain to him how you wanted a little break from the city and - well, it was only going to be for three nights, and once you got back you’d be ready to move in with him. But, thankfully, as far as you could tell Billy was fine with it. So, instead of worrying, you just enjoyed the rest of the evening, waiting until you could go home with Billy.

Chapter Twenty-Two

END NOTES : So, after some drama they're back to their normal selves. I know the last few chapters have been a little bit heavy, so hopefully this one is more of a fun read. Also sorry it's a little later than usual, I got busier than expected this week.

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slimthicksonnett · 2 years

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27 leah? idk honesty whatever you want i adore everything you write

“You’re not as funny as you think you are” // Leah Williamson (560 words)

In all fairness, they probably should have left the two of you out of this TikTok.

But they didn’t, and you refused to miss a golden opportunity.

“Who on the team would you not let date you brother or sister.” Toone asked, holding the mini mic out to you as you grinned mischievously at the younger player.

“Lucy Bronze.” You answered easily, winking at the camera.

In the distance, the team could be heard screaming.

“NO WAY DID YOU JUST DO THAT!” Lucy yelled eyes wide in a combination of hilarity and terror as she came barreling towards you. Laughing, you sidestepped the speedy defender and shrugged your shoulders.

“Leave her be Luc, it’s funny because it clearly isn’t true!” Your twin sister added, strolling over and laughing as her girlfriend attempted to get you into a headlock.

“Hey! I know! Let Keira on the mic!” Russo called out, looking as if she had just had the best idea since the firing of Phil Neville. Toone, of course, went along with it.

“Keira! Who on the team would you not let date your brother or sister.” When Toone held out the mic, Keira hesitated for a moment. When she looked over at you tussling with Lucy though? She had her answer.

“Leah Williamson.”

You could probably hear a pin drop in that locker room. Out of the entire team, Keira had just named her best friend.

Leah, who had just entered the room, stared at her for the betrayal.

“Hey! Why not!” The blonde protested, unaware that the camera had now panned to her.

“Because, I deal with you enough as it is. I can’t have you bothering my sister too!” Keira joked, almost the entire squad joining in on her laughter.

“Bothering? I’ll have you know I make a great girlfriend. I’m hot, talented, funny…” Leah went on, counting on her fingers as she listed things off.

The team only laughed louder.

“Y/N, tell them I make a great girlfriend!” The defender pouted at you, gaining some skeptical looks from her teammates.

“Well…you’re not as funny as you think you are.” You grinned, leaning back against the wall as you watched her jaw drop and your teammates continue to lose their minds.

Seriously, you figured if Beth laughed any harder she was going to burst something.

“Not as funny? So you agree she’s everything else?” Mary, because of course it was Mary, butted in.

You shrugged your shoulders and laughed lightly.

“What was she said again? Hot, talented…” You imitated Leah, counting off your fingers as you listed the characteristics.

“Yeah, those are the two!” Russo confirmed, causing you to nod your head and lean back against the wall.

“So, Leah is hot and talented? Yeah I’ll agree with that.” You smirked, enjoying way too much the way that Leah’s face seemed to turn the same color as the Arsenal jersey you were far too familiar with seeing on your bedroom floor.

“OH MY GOD ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUC-” Someone screamed out, and you were very thankful that Toone picked that moment to cut the camera.

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russosafehaven · 11 months

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[ pieces of us p4 - b.r ]

pairing : jigsaw!billy x fem!reader

content : dark!billy, stalker themes, jealousy, possessiveness, violence, castle!reader

br taglist : @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

pieces of us taglist : @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

The last time you’d seen Billy was 3 weeks ago. Out at a cafe with a friend, Matt Murdock. The pair of you met through your brother Frank and had been close since.

When you’d come back from the bathroom dishevelled and reeking of sex Matt decided he needed help. So he called in a favour from the best investigator he knew. Jessica Jones.

Sitting in the drunks office Matt’s senses were overwhelmed with alcohol, but he put up with it. Jessica was pacing as she rambled about a name that sounded familiar. Russo. Multiple times you had mentioned the name when you out with Matt.

“This Billy guy, Frank smashed his face into a carousel after he found out Billy had something to do with killing Maria and the kids. Now that he’s escaped from the hospital he’s getting revenge on Frank through your friend. They used to date and they were very close. Russo hasn’t had contact for three weeks but I doubt he knows I’m onto him”

The brunettes voice was tired and almost… worried? Matt could pick up the way her heart rate increased when she spoke about Billy’s attacks. This wasn’t the Jessica he knew. The cold, stoic unfeeling woman who covered her pain with booze. No, this was the woman who was attacked by Kilgrave and sees him in Russo, this was a woman threatening to break.

Across the way you say in Dinah’s apartment with Frank, Amy and Dinah. Sitting uncomfortably on the couch while Frank redressed your wounds.

“I’m gonna kill him…”

The man grumbled out. Causing a look from Amy but she didn’t say anything. Dinah on the other hand just kept her eyes trained on you. There was no fear or pain in your eyes as Frank spoke about Billy.

“Bastard thinks he can kill my wife.. my kids and do this shit to my little sister… he has one thing coming… I’m gonna put him in the ground…”

Franks voice is rough as he speaks. His words aren’t directed to anyone, they’re just out in the open. Compared to the violence and blood he’s shed when it comes to looking after you Frank is gentle. His touch reminds you of when you were kids and you’d consistently fall over when learning to roller skate.

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU THINK”

Billy’s voice is laced with anger as he screams. Krista shrinking back away from him. He’s violent and erratic, only one thing on his mind.

“You already treat me like a goddamn object you are not taking her away from me.. you are nothing but a fucking pussy to keep me warm until I get her do you understand?!”

This argument had been going on between Krista and Billy for hours. The psychologist trying to convince Billy that you weren’t worth it, that she was effortlessly better than the Castle girl.

“B… Billy…”

She stammers but is silenced in a instant as soon as Billy slams his fist into a wall. He has been watching you for weeks since he last took you. Waiting for when you were alone but now you never were. There was always a co-worker near you, even in the bathroom.

“You shut up you got it Dumont?! You will never be her”

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 3)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

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

A/N: Massive shoutout to @idaofinfinity for being my biggest cheerleader with everything I'm writing right now. I love all the kind words and hearing what you think, it always makes me smile. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this story, so far, it's been fun to write.

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You had no idea how long you and Billy had been sitting there but it felt like forever and it had gone dark. Billy had gone from intently staring out at the dead, looking like he was ready to jump out of the treehouse, to just sitting there blankly staring at the wall opposite and the silence was uncomfortable.

“I’m sure they’ll be okay,” you murmured lamely, not even feeling comfortable saying those words but trying to be comforting anyway. All you got in response was a sniff and it wasn’t really directed at you. This whole thing was making you antsy and you shifted where you sat.

“Who’s that?” he asked after the longest silence in history. You glanced at what he was looking at, seeing a picture of you and your brother tacked up on the wall. It was the only proof he’d existed and you never traveled without it. Everywhere you set up camp it was there.

“Me and my brother Sam,” you replied, feeling your throat close up at even muttering his name. He glanced at you and seeing the anguish you couldn't hide on your face, he seemingly decided to shut up. He sighed, looking back outside. The sea of the dead had passed not too long ago but both of you knew it wouldn't do any good going right down. They could come back and then either go to the camp or you and Billy would be stuck here longer. You’d just been waiting for the roamers below to leave but it seemed like they were dead set on staying as they growled and groaned, stumbling around the tree.

“We should wait,” you cautioned lightly, knowing what was going through his head. He glared at you then, a bright fire behind his almost black eyes.

“I can’t wait. I needta get back to see… they could be…” his mouth clamped shut audibly, a dark look passing over his face. You felt bad for him, you knew this bullshit far too well. It was why you preferred being alone now.

“If you go down there now, you’ll end up getting your legs bit. What good would you be then?” you asked, giving him a firm look and a raised brow. He took a deep inhale and you idly wondered if he was refraining from clipping you around the head.

“I can’t just sit here with my thumb up my ass, Y/N,” he growled. You nodded, standing up and moving to the other side of the treehouse. You grabbed your bow and your arrows and moved back to the doorway with Billy watching you curiously. You crouched at the doorway, loading an arrow in your bow and focusing as you aimed it at one of the dead. You let your arrow fly and it went right into the temple, making it drop to the floor. You could have done this a little earlier but you didn’t want to risk anything drawing the crowd back. You fired arrow after arrow, some of the shots taking a little time to line up as they kept moving and being up here made it a little difficult. Especially when they went around the tree or under the treehouse. The darkness also didn’t help. But eventually, the last body dropped and you swore you heard Billy let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t wait or say anything before he was clambering down the ladder quickly. You left your bow inside before you followed him, you’d collect your arrows later.

You didn’t really need to go with him, these weren’t your people. Yet you did feel a pull to them and you also wanted to know if they were okay. A part of you also worried about Billy and what he might find if they weren’t. Billy didn’t seem to mind you coming along, he didn’t even acknowledge it as you walked side by side, both on high alert for any stragglers. It was just past halfway there when he started to slow down and when you looked at him, his face was pale and his eyes looked wild and panicked.

“Billy?” you questioned warily, wondering if he might have seen something. He stopped and a hand came to rest on the tree next to him, the other coming to his chest and then you noticed he seemed to be having difficulty breathing as his chest heaved.

“Billy?” you asked again, more firmly this time as you moved to stand in front of him.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” he bit out, eyes darting around. You blinked at him with a frown before realization dawned on you. He was having a panic attack.

“It’s okay, just take deep breaths,” you murmured softly, moving closer to him. His frantic eyes landed on you then.

“I just said… I can’t breathe…” he muttered angrily through his heaving gasps.

“Listen to me, okay? Just focus on me. It’s fine, you’re gonna be fine. Do it like this, in through the nose, out through the mouth,” you soothed in a gentle voice despite his tone, showing him what to do as you breathed in slow and deep through your nose and out through your mouth. His hand suddenly seized yours in a death grip and you’d admit he was squeezing it so tightly that it hurt like a bitch. You didn’t say anything though as he copied your motion and you repeated it with him. It took him a few goes before his breathing started to regulate and it was only once he took a few normal breaths that his eyes stopped looking so wild and he let go of your hand. He looked shocked almost by what had happened, frowning in confusion before he shook his head and started walking hurriedly again like nothing had happened. You caught up with him, keeping in step with him as you eyed him carefully.

“Sorry… I uh… I don’t know what the fuck happened,” he muttered, sounding put out as he refused to look at you.

“It’s okay, it was just a panic attack,” you reassured lightly. He didn’t stop walking but his head whipped to you with an offended look on his face.

“I don’t have panic attacks, alright?” he huffed and you rolled your eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with having panic attacks, Billy. It doesn’t make you any less manly or anything. It’s normal in this world, the whole thing is pretty traumatic,” you frowned. He didn’t reply and you didn’t push it, he looked rather uncomfortable that you’d witnessed it.

Before long you were weaving through the trees to get to the camp and you saw everyone milling around, the kids presumably in the tent that seemed to be set up for them. Your body relaxed infinitely seeing that they were okay and Billy made a beeline for Frank, almost barreling into him as he gave him a hug.

“The fuck man?” Frank snorted, patting Billy’s back.

“Where have you been? We were going to send a search party out,” Karen asked, watching on amused as Billy wouldn’t let go of Frank.

“We started to take bets on if you two were banging each other,” Foggy grinned impishly and you gave him a blank look at his words.

“We got caught up in a herd,” you replied, a grave look on your face. Billy moved away then and Frank’s eyes assessed him carefully.

“We thought they mighta come from this way. We couldn’t uh… we couldn’t come right away ‘cause they took fuckin’ forever to leave. She has a treehouse and we were up there, we had to wait it out,” Billy muttered with a frown.

“Which way did they go?” Frank asked as his eyes went from Billy to you.

“South, past my camp. I think it should be fine though as long as nothing brings them back around this way. There might be a few stragglers in the forest but it should be safer now they passed through,” you explained softly. You felt a little better now they were gone, a little less like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were just glad everyone was safe.

“Alright, that's good,” Frank mused, nodding seemingly to himself.

“Well, I’ve had too much excitement for one day. I think I’m gonna head out and get to bed,” you snorted ruefully, eyes drifting to Billy as he hugged Karen and they spoke quietly. You weren’t used to so much drama, not anymore.

“You just stay safe, alright? And thanks… for keepin’ Bill safe. I know what he’s like, I bet you had a real hard time of it tryin’ to get him to stay put and wait it out,” Frank said with a knowing smile on his face. Your lips curled up a little as you nodded.

“I’m just glad he listened,” you replied with a playful eye roll.

“Well, don’t be a stranger. Feel free to drop in at any time,” he smiled, patting your arm before he walked over to the others. You didn’t really want to stick around and get another round of goodbyes as you’d been here earlier so you turned to make your way home. You barely made it two steps before someone grabbed your wrist and you whirled around to see Billy.

“I just… Thanks… for… you know,” he muttered awkwardly. He wouldn’t look at you and you knew he was uncomfortable about the whole thing.

“Don’t have to thank me. Like I said, shit like that’s pretty normal in this world. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you said softly, hoping to put him at ease. He nodded, still not looking at you and holding himself tightly. He was still holding your wrist so you were unable to leave. His eyes finally met yours then, obsidian orbs feeling like they were looking right through you.

“Be careful out there,” his tone was heavy and serious and you nodded.

“I’ll try,” you smiled, unable to give him anything better because it wasn’t like you could predict the future. Anything could happen. He nodded tensely again and finally let go of you.

“Don’t follow me this time,” you smirked teasingly, finally earning a smile from him.

“Think I learned my lesson on that one,” he snorted, making you smile. You both looked at each other for a long moment and you felt that weirdness creep in, like you didn’t know what to say. So you just nodded before you turned around and headed back home. This time luckily you were unfollowed and there were no herds. You came across two stray roamers but you didn’t mind as you put them down. It almost felt normal once again.

Five days later you were sitting in your treehouse and sharpening your knife. You were feeling a little antsy. This was the longest you’d set up anywhere since you had a group. After the fall of your entire group, you’d roamed around like one of the dead ones until you found this place. But now you were feeling far too cooped up. You were considering hitting up some stores, always ready to go looking for something that might prove useful or food to store for the upcoming winter. But they were a while away on foot so you were trying to motivate yourself for the trek. The closest stores were all picked clean and you knew because you were probably the last one there to take what was left.

“Knock knock,” the voice floated from below and you stilled your motions, peeping out of the doorway to see Karen standing below your treehouse with a grin. You smiled to yourself and threw the ladder down.

“Come on up,” you smiled, making her grin widen as she made her way up. You hadn’t seen anyone from the other camp since the herd ordeal, you hadn't really had a reason to go. And while Frank had told you that you could go at any time, you didn’t really want to if you didn’t have a reason. It felt weird, like you were intruding almost. Karen was a little breathless when she got to the top and snorted at herself as she flopped to sit on the floor, wiggling out of her backpack.

“I hope you don’t mind me just turning up. Billy told me where you were, or more like he drew me a little map,” she laughed lightly, waving around a scrap piece of paper in her hand.

“But I’m not very good with directions and I got a little lost… found you in the end anyway,” she beamed and you snorted a little.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged with a smile. It was nice to see her, you really liked her.

“I got you a gift,” she grinned mischievously, rummaging around in her backpack for a moment. You were about to tell her she didn’t need to get you anything but then suddenly, in her hand you saw a chocolate bar and you felt like the world had stopped turning for a moment. When was the last time you’d even seen one of those things? You couldn't even remember. She handed it to you and you took it carefully as if it was some sacred object as you blinked at it.

“Where the hell did you find this?” you asked incredulously, turning your eyes to her and her shit-eating grin.

“Some of the guys went on a run to the next town over, picked up some things. There were a few candy bars and obviously the kids got first picks and then me and Sarah. There wasn’t enough for everyone and the guys were fighting over the last one. Billy took it and we all thought he ate it, but when I asked him where to find you he gave it to me. So technically, it’s a gift off Billy,” she shrugged with a smirk. You were a little surprised at the gesture but you wondered if he felt like he had to make up for the panic attack thing after he’d handled it so badly.

“Well, tell him thanks,” you grinned, ripping it open. You didn’t even care as you ate it greedily with a moan, Karen watching you amused.

“I know, right? It was like the best thing I’d eaten in my life,” she giggled. She wasn’t wrong. Candy bars and snacks were something you took for granted in the old world, never really understanding that at some point in your life you’d never see them again. You doubted you’d ever see one again after this so you tried to savor it yet still ate it like a woman starved at the same time, unable to help yourself.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” you murmured after you’d done, unabashedly licking the chocolate from the wrapper and she smiled at you.

“So, how have things been?” she asked amicably as she shifted to be more comfortable on the floor.

“The same old shit, you know how it is,” you snorted, making her laugh.

“Yeah, it’s kinda boring without TV and things to do now,” she mused with a sad smile.

“Yep. But the boring is a little better than the overexcitement of running for your life so…” you trailed off ruefully. You did miss it a little though. The being on the road constantly, the never having to sit down with nothing to do but have your morbid thoughts consume you. It had given your brain something else to focus on than all you’d lost and now it was all that was going on in your brain on a loop. You didn’t miss being hungry or feeling unsafe and tired, but you were itching to be out there once more. You didn’t like it but couldn't shake it. You should be happy you found somewhere safe, especially after meeting Karen’s group. But you didn't feel happy at all. You felt trapped and uncomfortable, it all felt far too stale.

“How’s Billy doing?” you asked, going back to sharpening your knife.

“He’s doing okay… Not gonna ask about everyone else?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice that made you look up. She had a sly grin painting her face that made you tilt your head as you realized just why she was looking at you that way. You huffed and shook your head.

“Not like that, I just… After the herd thing… he was a little… I don’t know,” you shrugged, not feeling comfortable with outright telling her he’d had a panic attack. With how he’d reacted with you, you were sure he didn’t want everyone knowing. It almost felt like betraying his trust somehow even though you were sure he didn’t really trust you anyway. Karen's amused face slipped as she nodded with a small smile.

“He’s been through a lot… lost a lot, just like Frank. I’m pretty sure he has some PTSD but he refuses to even acknowledge it,” she murmured with a frown. He seemed to type to do that, try and sweep his problems under a rug because he thought it made him seem weak.

“He seems okay though, things have gone back to normal,” she added at your thoughtful face and you nodded. You both spoke about mundane things for a while, both talking about your pasts. You learned she used to be a journalist and also worked for Matt and Foggy who had been lawyers back then. It was nice to get to know her better and you felt like you bonded a bit. It was both a blessing and a curse because it felt good to connect with someone again but you didn’t want to get attached. They’d probably all wind up dead at some point, everyone did. You convinced her to leave before it got dark, not wanting her to walk back in the blanket of the night sky and she’d relented, asking that you’d turn up for dinner at some point soon. You’d acquiesced to get her to leave before she wound up lost in the dark woods and then she left, refusing you to walk her back. Once she was gone, the treehouse felt uncomfortably silent and you didn’t like it. The silence only made your mind louder and you growled, getting annoyed with yourself. The whole time, with and without your group, all you’d wanted was to find somewhere safe to settle down and take root. Somewhere where maybe you could start a life of some kind, even if the world had fallen to pieces. But now here you were, mostly safe and in a good place, yet you didn't feel settled or satisfied. You hated how this new world had changed you, made you rougher around the edges, harder. You’d had to do things you never thought yourself capable of doing and it had changed you. There was a darkness lurking inside of you now that you couldn't seem to get rid of you and really didn’t like it. You decided to get an early night to try and avoid your thoughts and memories plaguing you. Maybe it was best if you left, best if you just looked at a map and picked somewhere to travel to. It would give your mind some reprieve from the constant attacks, give yourself a purpose. Maybe that’s what you were lacking. You’d finally achieved your goal only to find you had nothing left to do, nothing left at all.

You rummaged through the cupboards angrily, knocking things over in the process in your frantic search but you only came back empty-handed. Again. You let out a frustrated growl, slamming the door shut with a loud thud as you stood back up and raked your hand through your hair. You really had no idea what to do. Your brother was on borrowed time here and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop it. He needed a lot of medication for his heart condition but when the world fell, he’d had some with him. Pretty soon into the hell the world had turned into, you’d been more than aware you needed to stock up and thankfully, you’d been able to since people hadn't cleaned out pharmacies completely. But after 7 months, his meds ran out and you couldn't find them anywhere. You’d find one but not others but he needed all of them to be able to survive. The most important was Warfarin and you hadn’t been able to find it in almost two months. This was the fifth pharmacy you’d hit up and yet again, there was nothing.

“We can’t find anything,” Lucas frowned as he came into the room you were in. You looked at him, anguish all over your face as he watched you sympathetically. You appreciated the guys coming every time to try and help the search.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” you lamented, biting down hard on your lower lip as you felt it tremble.

“We’ll head back home and look at the maps again, find another pharmacy,” he murmured as he rubbed your back soothingly. You sniffled with a nod but deep down you knew it was useless. Each time you went you had to go further and further out to find a new pharmacy and you hated being away from Sam not knowing if he’d be there when you got back. You were always aware in the back of your mind that this could happen to Sam, knowing how bad his heart was. He needed a lot of pills and a lot of monitoring but you’d stupidly convinced yourself he’d be okay. That you could handle it. But you couldn't handle it and if he didn’t get his meds soon then he’d be dead and you’d have failed him. Lucas led you out of the empty pharmacy where Oliver was waiting by the truck with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sighed and you knew he meant it. Sam was amazing and everyone in the group could see it. There wasn't a mean bone in his body and he always made time to make people smile and try to brighten their day. They’d all seen his light get dimmer these past few months and everyone was worried. Sam was all you had left of your family, of your old life. You had no idea what happened to your parents but you knew they were most likely dead. You and Sam never spoke of them. But Sam was your entire world and he had been since before the end. You’d doted on him, being close siblings that helped each other with everything. There wasn’t anything you wouldn't do for him then and now but this was something out of your control and you loathed it.

When you got back to the camp, a bunch of tents near a quarry, you made a beeline for Sam’s tent, knowing he’d be in there. He’d been feeling pretty lethargic lately, looking paler than usual. You felt like a time bomb was waiting to explode, especially when you couldn't get the meds he needed to stop him from getting a blood clot. It was late, everyone else asleep with how long it had taken you to get there and back. Lucas and Oliver went to their respective tents as you moved over to where Sam’s was, next to yours nearest the water. You felt a weird sensation as you got outside his tent, like trickling water down your neck that made you feel uneasy. You told yourself it was because you knew you’d failed yet again and you couldn't face him and tell him. You knew how it would go, how it went every time. He’d smile at you and tell you it was fine, that you were trying your best. But your best wasn’t good enough and it sure as fuck wouldn't save him. You heaved a sigh and unzipped his tent, climbing in. He was on his side, half in his sleeping bag. He hated zipping it all that way up, said it made him feel trapped. You toyed with the idea of not waking him, waiting until morning to give him the bad news that you'd failed once again and that you’d be gone again soon to look some more. He hated you leaving, he’d tell you he’d rather you just stayed. But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at all if you didn’t tell him now so you crawled over to him and shook his shoulder.

“Sammy?” you said softly, giving him another firmer shake when he didn't move. But there was no response and your heart stuttered in your chest for a moment as you felt that sensation again.

“Sam?” you asked harshly, rolling him on his back. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, but again, no response. Your hand went to his neck quickly to feel for a pulse but you couldn't find one.

“No… no,” you muttered in horror, tears welling in your eyes as you gripped both of his shoulders and shook him roughly.

“Wake up, Sammy! You need to wake up!” you insisted, desperation in your tone because he couldn’t be gone. His body jostled with the movement but he still didn’t stir, still wasn't breathing and you let out a broken sob as you covered your mouth. He was dead. He was dead because you were a terrible big sister who couldn't help him. He was dead and you hadn't even been here in his last moments. You felt like you couldn't breathe through your heaving sobs and then his eyes snapped open. You felt a spark of hope hit you right in the chest but it was over before it barely began as milky eyes looked back up at you. You felt far too many things in that moment, mostly complete devastation that you’d lost your little brother who meant everything to you. But more than that, you felt blind rage that you’d failed him, that you hadn’t been able to save him or even be there for him. You felt anger at the fact his radiance had been reduced to nothing more than one of the dead monsters. He groaned, a snarl on his face as his hands reached for you and you grabbed your knife ready, your hand trembling.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” you muttered emotionlessly, sniffling before you plunged the knife through his eye as he sat up and made a move to grab you. You let go of the knife as if it had burned you, his body falling back down with a thump. All you could do was glare at his body with your knife sticking out of his head until the sun came up and Lucas found you there.

The next day you were in an awful mood. Your night had been plagued with memories worse than anything your brain could concoct as a nightmare and it had left you feeling the same anger as you’d felt the day your brother died. Trying to clear your head, you’d gotten up early and decided to go hunting. It gave you something to focus on as you went after a rabbit that you’d been tracking for a little over an hour. You were a ways from your camp now but you didn't care, trying to only focus on the task at hand. While your brain was somewhat distracted, you still felt that simmering anger bubbling under your skin. The rabbit finally came to a stop and you were relieved and not all at the same time. You were relieved because you didn’t want to stray too far from camp and get caught in a bad situation or get lost, but you also hated the fact it meant this whole thing was almost over and soon enough you’d be back alone at camp and dwelling on everything. You got your bow ready, pulling it back as you looked at the rabbit. You let your arrow go and it hit your target, but less than a second after your arrow landed from the left, another one did and you felt your anger hit you again. You stomped through the trees, head whipping around to the left to see a bewildered Billy looking at you through the trees.

“Mine hit first, it’s mine,” you bit out, not meaning to sound so hostile but you really weren't in the mood.

“Right…” he drawled warily as you stalked over to the rabbit, crouching as you yanked the arrows out of it and tossed Billy’s behind you carelessly. You put your arrow back in your quiver and grabbed the rabbit by its foot, standing up.

“Everythin’ alright?” he asked, sounding cautious and your bitter laugh sounded rough to even your own ears.

“Nothing’s alright, Billy. I lost everyone I came to care about and now I’m alone. I finally have somewhere safe to call home but I hate it. I feel like my own skin doesn't fit anymore. I have nothing to fight for, nothing to live for, so no, nothing’s alright,” you hissed, clamping your mouth firmly shut after your rant as you realized you were ranting to someone you barely knew and it was ridiculous.

“You know what, it doesn't even matter,” you huffed, starting to stalk off back to your camp. It was a lot quicker getting back since you weren’t trying to be stealthy and your anger was making you practically power-walk all the way back. You dropped the rabbit on the floor, getting your knife out before you sat against the tree and started to prep it. It wasn't long after that Billy was there yet again, you hadn't even realized he’d been following you back.

You didn’t bother to acknowledge him as you worked on the rabbit. You knew it wouldn't take you too long, not like the deer had. Not only was the rabbit considerably smaller but you felt like you’d done this a million and one times before, whereas with the deer, it had been your first time. Billy hovered for a long moment before he heaved a sigh, moving to sit on the floor in front of you. You glanced at him briefly, not really in the mood for company, before you looked back at your task at hand.

“I get it, how you feel. Well, some of it anyway. I lost people too, some before the turn and some after, but I mean I got my group and that’s what I’m fightin’ for. Maybe that’s what you need too,” he murmured carefully.

“That’s the last thing I need. I already watched my old group get picked off one by one, I don’t feel like reliving it,” you muttered bitterly, finally getting the rabbit’s skin off and then working on the meat. You heard Billy blow out a sigh but you didn’t bother to look at him.

“That’s it, come on,” he said firmly, quickly standing up and finally drawing your eyes to him.

“What?” you asked confused, shaking your head.

“I said, come on,” he repeated firmer, holding his hand out to you.

“I’m busy,” you stated, like it was obvious as you gestured to the rabbit.

“I wasn’t askin’,” he smirked, raising a brow before he grabbed your hand and yanked you to your feet. He started tugging you away and you were far too confused to fight him as the rabbit lay half-done by the tree.

“Where are we going?” you asked, putting your knife away as he finally let you go when you seemed to be following him willingly.

“I know what you need. I remember back in the Marines, the whole time I’d be out there all I’d think about was finally bein’ back home. To get some rest, have some sense of security. But then I’d be home and I’d feel all kinds of wrong. It was like I didn’t belong there, didn’t fit in. I missed the… the adrenaline of it all. The fight to live, the constant battle. I belonged out there on the battlefield, not the streets of New York. I’m startin’ to think you’re a lot like me. This world… the way it is now, it’s a lot like bein’ overseas, like a warzone. And then you get that moment where everything seems to settle, where it's calm but it doesn't make you feel safe, doesn’t satisfy you. And I… I get that,” he rambled, glancing at you. You felt something wash over you and you weren’t sure what it was. Maybe it was relief at someone feeling the same way, someone who you related to.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” you smiled wryly, already feeling a little better. He smirked as he looked at you again and you both broke through the treeline. You saw the black van you knew belonged to the group and he started to lead you over to it.

“You need a purpose, need shit to do to keep you busy, to feel useful. Somethin’ that’s not so safe. We need gas for the van before we wind up runnin’ out. Won’t have much to last us soon. There’s a highway about a 2 hours drive north from here, bunch of cars up there to siphon gas from. When we passed it, we couldn't even get through, looked like it’d been there since the start, when the rush happened,” he explained and you nodded. You remembered how frantic everyone had been when everything started going to hell, how everyone thought getting out of the city was a good idea, only to get stuck in a jam of cars. You’d seen those highway graveyards before and they were creepy. But the idea of a job to do did make you feel less tense and you knew Billy was right. You’d lost your sense of purpose now you had nothing to do and no one to help.

The ride there was mostly silent but it wasn’t uncomfortable, mostly contemplative.

“You should let go of that guilt before it buries you,” Billy finally spoke, a knowing tone to his voice. Your head whipped to him at his words as you just stared at him for a minute.

“What?” you asked slowly and he chuckled but it sounded a little sad.

“I know what it’s like… to carry around guilt for shit that honestly, was out of our control. Sometimes bad shit just happens and there’s not a damn thing we can do to stop it. It sucks and hurts like a bitch but drownin’ in the guilt won’t help anyone,” he murmured as he stared out at the road. You scoffed and shook your head, dragging your eyes from him to back out of the front window.

“Maybe it was my fault though. Maybe if I was better at my job I could have saved at least some of them,” you muttered bitterly.

“You were a vet, Y/N. And yeah, some of those skills is better than nothin’, but it ain’t like you were a fuckin’ ER doctor. We all have our limits, doesn’t make it your fault,” he chided, giving you a look.

“I just feel like… no matter what I did, it wasn’t ever enough. Every time I tried to help, it didn’t work. And with Sam… I tried for months to find the meds he needed and I couldn't find them and he wound up dead. And I wasn't even there when it happened because I was out looking for the shit he needed to stay alive. I feel like a failure,” you admitted, your voice cracking with emotion that you tried to stuff down.

“You’re not a failure, Y/N,” Billy frowned softly.

“Well I feel like one,” you countered with a huff.

“You did what you could, I don’t doubt you gave it your all,” he muttered, still frowning.

“Yeah and it wasn’t enough. I did my best and it wasn't ever enough. And I don’t get it… Out of all of them, I’m the last one standing? Seriously? We had a survivalist in our group for fuck sake and if I had to take bets on who would be the last of us, it would have been him, not me. I’m just some Vet from New York who spent her spare time from work vegging out in front of the TV and eating takeout. Why the hell am I the one that made it out?” you asked angrily as you shook your head.

“‘Cause you’re stronger than you think you are. You got a fight in you,” he argued, his tone light. Your head snapped to him again with your eyes narrowed to slits.

“My brother didn’t die because he didn’t have fight in him. He died because he was sick and I fucking failed him,” you hissed and he frowned at you.

“I don’t mean it like that. What I’m tryin’ to say is that you don’t need to be a survivalist to make it out here, don’t need a set of skills to get through. Yeah, it helps, but I ain’t all you need. Sometimes all you need is that primal drive to survive,” he said softly as he gave you a meaningful look.

“And I don’t know a damn thing about your brother but I’d bet my life on him not wantin’ to see you beat yourself up like this. He wouldn’t want you blamin’ yourself for his death. You said yourself, he was sick. That ain’t on you,” he insisted, glancing at you again. You looked away at the weight of his gaze, your fight leaving you as you knew his words were true. Sam would hate seeing you now, see you acting like this. It didn’t mean it stopped you feeling guilty though. The rest of the way went back to being silent and soon enough, Billy was pulling to a stop just before a sea of abandoned cars. You got out of the van, looking around at the eerie scene. Some of the car doors were left open and you could just picture all the panicked people fleeing as they couldn't leave in their cars as the dead rolled in.

Billy suddenly passed you two empty duffel bags and you looked at them curiously as he got out three empty gas cans from the back of the van.

“I’m gonna get the gas. You can look in the cars, see if they have any good shit. We need food, clothes, shit for the winter. Coats and all that, stuff to layer up. Make sure you get yourself some shit too, there’s more bags in the back,” he gestured to the van and you nodded. You got to work quickly, rifling through the cars as you looked at what they had. You’d found a bunch of good shit. There were a lot of canned goods and you’d managed to fill a bag with them. You’d also found some clothes and blankets which you knew would be helpful. You’d found yourself a thicker winter coat you were excited about and you’d even found some clothes for the kids. You weren’t quite sure what size they were, unsure of their ages. But you’d guessed by sight and you hoped they’d fit. You’d put three bags in the back of the van and now you were looking in the trunk of a car with another empty bag. You’d had to put down a few stray dead ones here that had been trapped in the cars. The smell had almost made you throw up. You grinned to yourself as you found a whole pile of comics in the boot, thinking the kids might like them and it would give them something to do. You quickly stuffed them in the bag as Billy approached you.

“I got the gas, we good?” he asked. You’d already informed him of the other stuff you’d found and he’d been pretty excited to get back to camp and show everyone what you’d found.

“Yeah. We could come back another time, look through some more cars. It’s like they're never-ending,” you snorted as you glanced out at the many cars you hadn’t even got to yet. Just as Billy opened his mouth to respond, the sound of tires squealing grated on your ears. It felt like time slowed down for a second afterwards as Billy shoved you to the floor, his body over yours protectively and then the sound of gunfire pierced the air, the bullets hitting the metal of the cars and shattering the glass. You were in far too much shock to say anything, blinking up at Billy who was wearing a thunderous face.

“Stay here,” he growled. Before you could try and stop him, he was off you and at the edge of the car. He grabbed his handgun and started shooting at the people who were raining fire down on you. It worried you even more how it was rapid gunfire, you had no idea what artillery they had but it didn’t sound good. You sat up, still hiding behind the car as you stared at Billy as he kept popping his head out and firing before retreating near the trunk. Billy reloaded his gun deftly and you idly wondered where the hell he’d be hiding the extra bullets. When he cocked his gun again, he peered out from behind the car and you grabbed his jacket, pulling him back just in the nick of time as a bullet whizzed right past and landed in the car behind. Billy looked stunned, completely shocked that they almost put a bullet in his head but it didn’t seem to make him see sense, it only pissed him off more as he started firing like a madman. There was so much noise it was making your brain hurt, but then it got even worse when Billy made a mad dash for a car a little in front to the right.

“Billy! What are you doing?!” you hissed, looking at him like he was crazy. The asshole was going to get himself shot at this rate. You had no idea how many there were of them but they definitely had more gun power than you two, you were both better off trying to make a run for it the other way with the safety of the cars for cover. He ignored you though as he did it once more, getting even closer to the gunfire. Your brain was going a mile a minute as you tried to figure out the best way to get Billy to see that he should be running away from the bullets and not towards them when you heard the tires screeching once more. Only this time, it sounded like two separate sets of them. You frowned and you kneeled up, peeping through the glass on the window to see them driving away with not only their own car, but Billy’s van too. Billy let out a feral yell, no longer hiding as he jumped up and started chasing them, firing his gun as they fired right back. You felt like you were on the verge of having a heart attack and the only saving grace seemed to be how bad their aim was as they reversed quickly before high tailing it out of there.

You stood up on shaky legs, eyes taking in the carnage of the graveyard of cars but a loud bang made you jump and whirl around. Billy was angrily punching a car and you loitered uncertainly as you watched him. His chest was heaving, eyes wild as he stopped and tried to compose himself. He rolled his shoulder before running his hands through his hair and making it all crazy.

“They took the van. I can’t believe they… It had… all the food to last us through winter, fuckin’ clothes… Curt’s medical supplies,” he sounded a mix of upset and beyond pissed and you felt the guilt start to eat away at you. If he hadn't brought you here then this wouldn't have happened. Not only were the group now without transport, which was hard enough to come by these days, or at least hard enough to find reliable transport, but they also lost a bunch of supplies. Not only the stuff you’d just loaded into the van but apparently there had already been things in there. The medical supplies were the worst, you knew from experience how hard it was to get those back. You weren’t really sure what to say to him to make him feel better, not when this was because of you. So you just watched him pace hopelessly, looking like he was lost and full of rage. What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!!! -Danny

Words: 1,387

Phase Six Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Lovebug’ -by Jonas Brothers

xxxiii: Trust

"Can't you guys trust me?"

"Noup!"

"Last time we trusted you, you tried to blow yourself up along with Russo and his limousine," Kate replied, her end of the call was noisy as hell.

"You're talking out loud about your super secret plan in the middle of an L.A. street?" Cat asked in annoyance. "And you don't trust me?"

"If the street's busy, the fewer the chances of the wrong person hearing me. That's just how it works."

"It's true," Harley said from his end of the call.

"Okay, geniuses, if you're so smart then I'm guessing you know where Kraven is already?"

"His pretty mansion," Harley replied. "That he paid with hard and honest work."

"Is it the one he bought from Dmitri?"

"Nah, that one got busted by Nat's squad. This one's bigger, and it's in the country," a crunch let her know Harley was currently eating. "Same state as us."

Cat tensed. "What?"

"Westchester County."

"That's north," she looked out her window "He could get to me in less than a day."

"Yeah, but something tells me he's waiting for you."

"Harley has a theory," Kate sighed.

"I would love to hear it," Cat said sarcastically.

"Good! Because you're going to," he replied. "Two words: Behavioural mimicking."

"Three words! What-about-it?"

"Kraven knows your weakness is the core of your powers. You mimic too well. When he put that collar on you this last time, he wasn't hoping the switch inside your brain would go feral, he just wanted you to be weak and vulnerable. Why was that, Stray?"

"The weaker my body, so is my mind," she replied, understanding his point right away. "Harder to control my behavioral mimicking if I can't heal right or think straight."

"It explains why our first plan backfired on you," Kate said. "He knew that you would chase after them even if it killed you because you'd started to mimic his methods. He would've killed you hadn't been for that other Spider-man."

"He knows your fighting techniques by heart," Harley sighed. "Now, don't get mad at me... but a dormant part of your brain has Kraven rooted into it, and the moment you get close to him, it awakens as a survival instinct. He'll know how to take you down because he knows himself better than you do."

"But I'm stronger!"

"That doesn't mean anything. Brains are better than muscle, you taught me that, remember?" Kate said. "You have triggers, Cat, and he knows all of them. He pulls the right one..."

"And you're dead," Harley said.

"So what am I supposed to do? Should I just stand there while he tries to kill me?" Cat paused, then she sat back on her bed and stared at the wall in realization. "Am I your bait?"

There was a split second of silence. Kate blurted out her response. "Well, it's what you always wanted!"

"Kate!"

"She deserves to know! And honestly, it's better if she knows, otherwise, she'll get mad while it's happening, and her mind could slip easier."

"That is not the point, Cat's a controlling —"

"Guys," Cat spoke out. "It's a good idea. I'll do it."

After another second of silence, then it was Harley's time to break it. "You mean it?"

She leaned against her headboard, allowing Felix to climb while she petted him. "For all I know, Harley's theory is correct. I don't want to play Kraven's game, so maybe I... I can't be the one who fixes this."

"There's no need to sound so disappointed," Kate tried to cheer her up. "We all know that if you could you would do it in no time, you and Kurt are amazing heroes— And we still need you to help us with something, so you won't be completely out of the fight."

Cat was having good progress when it came to re-learning to be part of a team, fighting against this plan felt like moving backward, so she had to push through it. "Is Kurt bait as well, or do you trust him more than me?"

"He can be bait or help us, it's up to him."

"I see, blue privileges," she joked. "What do you need me to do, then?"

"You won't like it."

"Probably."

"We need you to copy Kraven before we go, and look through his memories," Kate said. "Find his weaknesses."

"It'll be okay, Stray," Harley eased her. "We won't let anything happen to you, we promise."

"We know you can take care of yourself, anyway. So we do trust you can do this on your own?"

"Yeah, I can," Cat sighed. "Let's try out your plan."

Parker visited exactly two weeks after his prior visit. When she pointed that out he teased her. "You've been keeping count?"

Cat pinched the bridge of her nose, but she was actually trying not to smile. "I told you not to come all the time!"

"It's spring break!"

Cat snorted. "Listen, I know there's no point, but I do want to ask you," she turned on the couch to face him. "Does crime increase when you're out of the picture?"

"Actually, I think it makes them paranoid," he said with amusement, propping his arm on the back of the couch to mimic her pose. "If I'd known that not showing up for a whole day would make them even more scared, I would've done it sooner!"

"What do you mean by paranoid?" She grinned. "They think you'll materialize behind them if they shoplift like some kind of Krampus?"

"I have this cop friend, Dewolff, she says when I'm not around and they drive 'round the city the sketchy guys always look like they're waiting for me to show up from behind a dumpster."

Cat laughed. "That's the Parker luck. Wish that was my case too."

"Not everyone can be a Parker, only the hottest people on every earth," he replied with a huge grin on his face.

"But you're friends with a cop?" Cat made a face "That's not very hot of you. It is a big red flag, though."

"Not like you're planning to date me," his face inched closer, and the rest of his body followed.

"Still, I make a point of not fraternizing with the enemy."

Parker raised a brow. "I thought the hunter was your enemy."

"People who want me to work for free are my enemy," she clarified with a shrug. "Same difference."

He snorted. "Well, Dewolff is really nice, and she respects Spider-man."

"Oh, good for Officer Dewolff!" She replied sarcastically. "Would she still respect you knowing what I know?"

Parker frowned. "I'm not sure I wanna know what you mean by that."

Cat held onto Parker's arm propped behind her head and leaned forward, she brushed his nose with hers. "Does she know Spider-man ends his day of crime-fighting deeds having salt crackers and apple juice as his super healthy dinner?"

Parker laughed so hard he moved back by impulse. "It's not always that!"

"Not so glamorous now," she smiles and pokes his belly. "I'll make sure to tell her next time I visit."

He paused. "Next time?"

She realized her mistake too late. "If I ever visit."

Parker's shit-eating grin was enough response, but as usual, he taunted her. "That's not what you said."

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do."

It was awesome to have Parker come and distract her from time to time. He was good to her, and more importantly, he was good for her, she had the feeling Parker's presence lessened the anxiety Harley and Kate's plan poured on her when she was left alone.

"Are you here to correct the way I talk or to have fun?"

"I'm having fun," he shrugged with the same expression as before.

She scoffed, abandoning her seat. "Laugh all you want, then. I'll be in my room."

Parker got up right away. "You started it!" He laughed. "With your salt cracker jokes and anti-cop agenda..."

"Everyone is so easy to wind up but everything slips of you like you don't even hear it," she pouted. "Not even the Peter from this world is like that, I'm frustrated."

"Have you noticed how you no longer call him your Peter?" He asked, casually wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer as they got to the bedroom.

It was true, she didn't call him her Peter when she mentioned him, in her mind both Spiders had ways to be distinguished now. "I'll go back to it if you piss me off," she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled the ends of his hair playfully.

"I'll shut up then," he pecked her lips before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. "For now..."

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AARON’S MASTERLIST

Hey everybody! My name’s Aaron, and I’m looking forward to getting back into the world of fanfiction. Requests are OPEN. Rules for requests can be found here.

I write for characters like Matt Murdock, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Michael Kinsella, and fandoms like Marvel, DC, Shadow and Bone Kin, The Witcher, and more. Send me Requests! Let's see what we can come up with together.

Please enjoy this master list I’ve put together! Things will be added and updated as time goes on.

SHADOW AND BONE FICS

My Manhattan

Ship: Aleksander Kirigan x Alina Starkov

Summary: Recently aged out of an orphanage, Alina Starkov gets her way to school paid for by a mysterious benefactor, under the deal that she must write him a letter once a month to keep him updated. With nothing to call him, she refers to him as Daddy Long Legs after the shadow she sees of him on the wall.

As school goes on, Alina is whisked away to Manhattan for a day trip with her roommate Genya and Genya’s young uncle, Aleksander. While she finds herself falling for this mysterious man, she’s unaware he’s her mysterious benefactor that is paying for her way to school in the first place.

AKA, the Daddy Long Legs Darklina AU that no one asked for.

DAREDEVIL FICS

You Drew Stars Around My Scars

Ship: Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Summary: Matt and Jen get to spend some more time together in the morning after defeating Leap Frog

Warnings: talk of body scars, a brief scene of oral sex, making out

We'll Hold Hands Until the Sun Comes Out

Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: After a horrible week of bad luck breaking you down, Matt is ready to be there and pick up the pieces.

That Beautiful Sound

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Nelson Reader

Summary: You and Foggy go to see Beetlejuice: The Musical on Broadway, but neglect to tell Matt.

Wax Strips

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Matt prides himself on his memory until he forgets to take the trash out, causing you to learn a new secret.

Warnings: mentions of toxic ex, insecurities, mentions of body hair/waxing

SUPERNATURAL FICS

The Imaginary Friend

Ship: Chuck Shurley x Original Female Character

Summary: Ranger Winchester has spent her whole life immersed in the world of monsters, so the last thing she questions is being able to talk to a voice in her head. What happens when Ranger, Sam, and Dean are on a case, and she meets the owner of the voice she’s heard all her life?

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said, never say never!

Attack Mode

Ship: Chuck Shurley x F!Reader

Summary: The double date your friend set you up on with her seemed like a bust until the adorably shy writer walked through the door. While you normally didn’t like nervous guys, you couldn’t help but turn on attack mode.

Awkward Flutters

Ship: Castiel x F!Reader

Summary: Castiel accidentally flutters into your bathroom as you’re trying to deal with... lady issues.

REAL PERSON FANFIC

Includes Rob Benedict, Billy Moran, Richard Speight, Jr.

Strung Out Photographs

Ship: Billy Moran x Deaf Original Female Character

Summary: Carver Benedict has been estranged from her brother Rob for a long time. After taking a job with the convention company he does appearances for, the last thing she expects is to fall for his best friend. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said, never say never!

Guitar Pics

Ship: Rob Benedict x Richard Speight, Jr.

Summary: Richard helps his boyfriend through a panic attack Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Warnings: Talks of Depression, Panic Attacks

They’re Better Than You Are

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: You met your husband Rob after you were cast as Megatron on Supernatural. After years together, the two of you had hit a rough spot, and you’re afraid divorce is coming. It isn’t until the two of you start filming “Don’t Call Me Shurley” that you are able to get your real feelings out. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Warnings: Accusations of cheating

Moments

Ship: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary: An actress on Supernatural, you and Rob are in a relationship, and recently you had revealed to him that you had been sexually assaulted in the past, and it was why you were so adraid to be intimate. But as a songwriter, another secret gets let out. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Warnings: Talk to sexual assualt, depression

Piece By Piece

Ship: Rob Benedict x Teenage F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of parental abuse, depression

The Past

Ship: Rob Benedict F!Reader

Summary: After seeing your abusive ex-boyfriend in public, you have Rob take you back home. You finally tell him the truth.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Shoving into Closets

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: You’re an actor on SPN, and Matt Cohen is tired of you and Rob not acting on your feelings. He shoves you both in a closet until you figure your stuff out.

When it’s Time

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: When words fail you, you use song to get your true feelings out to Rob.

The Morning After

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to Rob, and he wants to make sure you know how much you mean to him.

A Well Needed Surprise

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: You and Rob had been apart for more than two weeks, so you decide to surprise him at a convention.

Better Than Willow

Ship: Rob Benedict x F!Reader

Summary: It takes an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer for you and Rob to realize what you’d been holding back.

Know that I Love You

Ship: Teenage!Rob Benedict x Teenage!Richard Speight, Jr.

Summary: Rob gets insecure after a game of Truth or Dare. Rich is there to make sure he knows he’s loved.

Warnings: Depression

Not Anymore

Ship: Teenage!Rob Benedict x Teenage!Richard Speight, Jr.

Summary: Rich is there for his boyfriend after coming out to his dad doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: Mentions of parental abuse, depression, self-harm

THE WALKING DEAD FICS

Handle the Baseball Player

Ship: Negan x Becca

Summary: The last place Becca expected to see her husband was as the leader of her group's likely death.

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What Will It Take? (Part 1)

Anthony Bridgerton x (F) Reader Words: 1384

Summary: Anthony was head over heels for Siena Russo. So when she called things off with him, he was heart broken. He spends months in despair. Until he meets Lady y/n. Lady y/n is stubborn, intelligent, gorgeous, and kind. She’s perfect. But it takes a while for Anthony to realize how perfect she is.

TW: Siena Russo slander. I don’t like putting girls against girls or anything like that but for the sake of this, I am. Cuss words. PINNING. Dumbasses being Dumbasses. The Sheffields like don’t exist. Lol. This will be a multiple part kind of thing, so the triggers don't apply to all of them.

Despair

Heartbreak

Weakness

Whatever it was Anthony Bridgerton was feeling was not something he liked

Siena Russo

The opera singer

The love that could never be

It was because of her that he felt this way

He hated it

He despised it

But he felt it

And there was no undoing it

No making it better

Or so he thought

Lady Y/n

Daughter of the Duke of Alastair

3 older brothers

Lambert

Leonard

Mathis

All very protective

She Loved to read write and adventure

Very good friends with Daphne and Eloise

Miss y/n was to debut the same year as Eloise

And how very excited she was

Two of her older brothers Lambert and Mathis were already happily married and have children

And that is all y/n has ever wanted

She didn’t want a marriage without love

And unlike many other young lady’s, she didn’t have to

She was free

Well as free as a young lady could be in her time

-Y/n and Eloise’s Debut-

“Make hast dear sister.” Says Leonard

“Lambert will kill me if we are late.”

“I’m coming!”

Leonard leaned against the wall outside his sister's door and waited until the said door opened to reveal the breathtaking sight of his younger sister.

“Ready.”

“Dear sister, you look breathtaking.”

“You think so? Oh I do hope the queen thinks the same.”

“Come now the carriage is ready.”

The pair walked through the halls of the place they grew up in. Yet it was different now. Mathis and Lambert were now gone. And y/n was about to be pushed into the eager arms of the ton. Neither were prepared for what was to come.

They boarded their carriage and were off.

When they arrived Lambert and Mathis were already there.

Lambert being the oldest would mentor his young sister through the trying time of the social season.

Their mother, Lady Emma had passed away early in Y/n’s life.

So in respect of her dear friend Lady Danbury offered to sponsor the young debutante.

“Lady Danbury” she greeted the woman.

“Lady Y/n. How lovely it is to see you.”

The young girl smiled and looked ahead.

That’s when she saw him.

Anthony Bridgerton

Oh how long she had been pinning for the man. Ever since she was a child she dreamed of being with him.

-flashback-

Young Y/n Darling at the young age of 10 was sitting in her bedroom located at Aubrey Hall. She traveled with the Bridgertons every year.

She was working on her embroidery when suddenly interrupted.

“Y/n!”

“Yes Daphne?”

“Oh you must come listen to the song I just learned on the piano forte.”

“Ok then”

The two girls made their way through the halls of Aubrey Hall.

Before they could reach their destination Eloise found the two.

“Oh Y/n, I was just searching for you, do you think you could help me pick out a new book to read? You always have such good opinions when it comes to them.” The young Eloise asked.

“Oh Eloise I would love too, but Daphne has asked me to listen to her piano forte.”

“Oh but she only ever plays the same song over and over again.”

“No I do not!”

“You do too! And y/n is my friend! Not yours!”

“Oh but I am both of your fri-.”

“She is my friend too!”

“She is only friends with you beca-“

“Eloise, Daphne! Enough! Give the poor girl some room.” Interrupted Anthony Bridgerton.

“To resolve this conflict, I shall ask miss y/n if she will accompany me for a stroll, while you two reconcile.”

Y/n just stood there wide eyed and mouth gaped.

“Shall we my lady?”

“W-We shall.”

The two walked arm in arm although the young miss certainly was a lot smaller in size then the viscount.

“How are you Miss Darling?”

Anthony asked once they entered the garden

“Just fine my Lord. And you?”

“Likewise. And please call me Anthony, we have known each other since we were young.”

“Well then I believe you shall call me Y/n”

He simply smiled and the two carried on with their stroll.

“You are too kind to my siblings, every now and then you must learn to speak for yourself, to say yes and no when you actually mean it.”

“But then-“

“Ah ah no buts, at least try, I assure you it will solve future conflicts such as this one.”

“Then I shall try.”

“Good. Shall we get you back then? Perhaps they have resolved their conflict?”

“No, I wish to stay out here a bit longer.”

He chuckled, “Very well then. I told you it will work.”

That was when he gave you your voice, you realized then the power you had saying yes and no when you actually meant it.

It was then that you started to feel something for the viscount, but you didn’t quite know what it was then.

-end of flashback-

Oh the scandal…

She knew it was wrong, but he was just so kind and caring.

And oh how he was handsome.

She often found herself having to force herself to look away from him.

Such predicament is what she found herself in at the moment.

She was pulled from her trance when her dear friend Eloise called her name.

“Y/n! Oh how dreadful it is, isn't it?” She said referring to her outfit

“Oh Eloise, you look beautiful. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Oh but I do!”

“Eloise. You will be just fine. How about I appeal before you. Then you can have a little extra time to prepare yourself.”

“Yes, yes that’s perfect. Thank you y/n.”

“Of course.”

“Introducing! Miss Y/n Darling. Presented by the Great Dame Lady Danbury!”

Y/n gracefully made her entrance.

So focused on not making a fool of herself she didn’t notice the intense gaze of many male spectators.

Including a certain Mr. Anthony Bridgerton

She had made her way to the queen and dropped into a perfect curtsy.

“Beautiful.”

“You my dear are the epitome of grace.”

“Can you believe it, Eloise! She called me the ‘Epitome of Grace’.” She squealed

“Yes. I can believe it. Because you are.”

“Oh I am so sorry Eloise you must feel horrible for how your debut went. That Lady Whistledown, always making things worse.”

“No no, I am actually quite grateful for it.”

“You would be.”

The two girls bursted into a fit of laughter.

“Just imagine all the suitors you will get tomorrow. Are you thrilled?”

“Yes, but you don’t think I will get many suitors do you? Yes, perhaps a few but it’s not like the whole ton will be banging down my door.”

“You would be surprised. I reckon you’ll get at least thirty suitors.”

“Thirty Suitors!?”

“Who will be getting Thirty Suitors?”

Asked a voice Y/n knew all too well.

“Y/n. Don’t you think brother? At least thirty if not more.”

Y/n turned to the man. And immediately regretted it.

There he stood, clad in the same attire from before, but he looked more relaxed, more at home.

“Ah, well of course, being this year's diamond will attract all the suitors of the ton, but there are only about thirty suitable suitors, but even they are questionable.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so, my lady.”

They stood in a short silence gazing at each other intently.

“Y/n didn’t you say you had to meet up with your father later?” Interrupted Eloise who was oblivious to the intense staring contest.

“Oh my, yes I was to meet up with him for afternoon tea, I must make haste I will be late.” She said while gathering her things.

“Will you come around again Miss Darling?”

“Perhaps, Eloise and I plan to buy some more ribbons tomorrow so I will be with her all day.”

“Yes, well it was a pleasure.” Anthony said while he exited the room.

“I am sorry about him, he’s been moping around for some time now.”

“Whatever for?” It wasn’t her business and she knew that, but she had to know.

“I’m not quite sure, he’s very closed off, always has been.”

“Hmmm”

That is the end of part one, there will be more soon, if you wish to be tagged let me know. 🤍🤍😁😁

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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Puzzle Pieces

Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Frank and Billy took down Rawlins together but now you all have to deal with the aftermath. Billy’s mind is more fractured than the scars on his face, and the pieces of your own life are crumbling under the weight. Will the two of you ever assemble the jigsaw?

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: As you can probably tell, I’ve started The Punisher season 2 - I’m about halfway through and I know things are going to go downhill from here but my heart still breaks for Billy, so here’s another AU

Also sorry if the whole flashbacks and memory thing doesn’t make sense - I wrote this at 3am when I couldn’t sleep so it might all be typos and nonsense

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You wake with a start, breathing ragged as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. You stare down at the white flooring beneath you, taking in the flecks of blue and grey. You shift slightly, aware that you’ve been leaning against someone’s shoulder. Frank. You sigh quietly, pulling away from him to rest your head in your hands.

“You alright?” He asks, and you laugh shortly before sighing again.

“Yeah.” You lie. You hadn’t expected working for Homeland Security to be easy, but the last week has tested you thoroughly.

You’d been helping Dinah on her Kandahar case, which drew in some familiar faces - your boyfriend Billy Russo and his best friend Frank Castle - the latter of which you’d all believed to have been dead. When Frank had uncovered the illegal operation that him and Billy had unknowingly partaken in, William Rawlins had authorised a hit on them both - and anyone who stood with them.

Not only that, but there was division within your ranks. Dinah had set an ambush for Rawlins’ team, almost causing the death of your colleague Sam Stein. If you hadn’t been posted on the roof of the building opposite Sam wouldn’t have survived. Understandably, Sam was shaken up by the encounter, and upset that Dinah had authorised an unofficial tactical operation.

One member of Rawlins’ team had gotten away. After going through the files of the eradicated team members, Dinah had jumped to a conclusion. Each one of them had previously worked for Billy’s company - Anvil. Billy was a highly trained operative, capable of managing a team like that and escaping when things went south. From that point onwards, Dinah did everything in her power to prove that Billy was dirty. Even when he protected her and Frank from more of Rawlins’ men. Even when he helped Homeland track down the kidnapped Lieberman family.

You were at Homeland headquarters, waiting for some kind of word from Frank and Billy when David came into Dinah’s office.

He opens up the feed from inside his hideout, providing you the location. You immediately assemble a swat team and head after them both. When you finally reach them the hideout is empty save for three people. Frank, Billy, and Rawlins. All three are beaten and bloodied. Billy’s slumped against a wall, and Frank hauls himself away from Rawlins body as you approach. A few members of your team go pale at the sight of his body. You help Billy to his feet and he leans heavily against the wall with one arm around you.

“Is it over?” You ask them. Frank shakes his head, spitting out blood.

“Not yet. That rat Johnson got away.” Billy feels you tense but he’s too weak to offer you any sort of comfort. James Johnson. Your ex-partner. He’d once been like a brother to you, until he’d been drawn into Rawlins’ team under the promise of a high ranking position in the CIA.

A hospital wouldn’t be safe for Billy and Frank so your medics need to make do with the supplies in the hideout. Your mind falls back to the day you learned the truth as the medics take Billy from you.

Dinah had called you, telling you she was going to confront Billy about her theory - that he was the member of Rawlins’ team who had escaped. You knew Billy was in the middle of a job managing the security detail for a Senator, so you had gone after Dinah to prevent her from disrupting Billy’s work.

Things went sideways pretty quickly. You didn’t arrive in time to stop Dinah from questioning Billy. But you did arrive in time to hear the alarms going off, and to see Dinah sneaking into one of the stairways. So you followed her.

Turns out a lone gunman with a bomber vest had attempted to kill the Senator, and Rawlins’ had used this as an opportunity to launch a hit on both Frank and Billy. You were racing through the building searching for Billy, Frank, Dinah, anyone. Then you found them all, pointing the guns in a standoff with several men in tactical gear.

Billy is closest to you, and a man holds his gun against Billy’s temple. Without thinking you press your gun to the man’s head.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” The man turns his head, and you see his face prompting your blood to run cold. Your voice barely cooperates as you speak, “James.” Then he lunges. He twists your wrists away from him, causing your shot to ricochet. With his other hand he reaches for his knife. You hear gunfire, presumably from Billy protecting Frank and Dinah. There’s a sharp sting at your thigh as James’ knife slices at your skin. You grasp onto his wrist, kneeing him hard in the stomach, and the two of you topple down the stairs. The knife clatters down the stone steps and you land on top of him. You seize a hold of his neck, slamming his head down against the landing a few times, until he shoves hard against your body, tossing you into the wall. By time you’ve blinked stars from your eyes, the stairway is empty. Billy rushes down to you, dropping to your side as he looks you over. Tears pool in your eyes as the last few moments finally dawn on you - the fight, the betrayal, the gun against Billy’s head. Billy yanks at his tie frantically, pulling it off to wrap around your thigh. His eyes scan over you, his touch delicate as he asks,

“Does anythin else hurt?” You shake your head, but he frowns at the sight of your tears. “I need you to tell me.” You shake your head harder as more tears fall. He looks down the stairway at where James had vanished. He nods in the direction. “You knew him.”

“We worked together.” You admit, swallowing hard. “He was my Frank.” Billy’s eyes widen slightly, as they fill with sympathy and understanding. He knew you’d never had much in the way of family, and Billy can’t even imagine how he would feel if Frank turned on him like this. He shifts closer to you, and you lean your forehead against his. A quiet moment amongst the chaos as you both breathe in the fact that you’re both still alive, that you’re together now, and that’s the safest you’ll ever be.

The medics worked hard, and managed to stabilise both Frank and Billy. You all returned to Homeland, where Frank and Billy both went on the record to talk about what happened Kandahar, completely exposing the work of Operation Cerberus. Neither of them were in good condition, but they insisted on making the recording before there could be any more disruptions.

Then they went searching for Johnson. He was the last one left that had been knowingly involved in Cerberus’ illegality. Homeland unofficially offered their resources to them which they took full advantage of. You helped them of course, you wanted to put an to this as much as they did.

You remember the night before the incident, as clear as anything. Homeland hadn’t had the chance to secure a safe house for Billy and Frank for the night. So, the three of you had slept in your office. Frank had pulled a few chairs together, and strewn himself across them to sleep on. Whilst Billy had gathered a blanket and pillow from somewhere for the two of you. He lay down on the floor and you had nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He’d held you right the entire night.

The next morning you awoke to the news that there had been an explosion at the Anvil headquarters. Billy was distraught and angry, and your heart broke for him. But you were mostly relieved that Billy hadn’t been there when it happened. The three of you were watching the news report when Frank’s burner phone rang. It was Johnson. He taunted the three of you, before arranging a meet up for a final showdown at the carousel in Central Park.

Billy had insisted that you stay at Homeland.

“It’s you he wants, darlin. And I’m sure as hell not givin you to him.” You and Billy share a long look together, before you nod slightly. Billy pulls you into his arms, and you grip onto him tightly.

“You have to promise you’ll be safe.” You tell him, your voice muffled against his chest. He nods.

“‘Course I will.” He tightens his hold on you, and you cling to him as he presses a kiss to your head. “I’m gonna end this for us darlin.” You smile affectionately at him,

“Then it’s just me and you, Billy.” His smile widens as he repeats softly,

“Just me and you.”

You watch as Frank and Billy assemble their gear, and you help them come up with a strategy. Billy presses several lingering kisses to your lips, his forehead leant against yours as his hands cup your face. Frank can’t help but regard the two of you fondly, though when you catch him watching he remarks,

“No goodbye kiss for me?” You shake your head lightly, a smile tugging at your lips. Leaning on your tiptoes, you press a kiss to Frank’s cheek.

“You boys look after each other.” You order them, and they both straighten with a nod. Then with one last loving look from Billy, they’re both gone.

Frank had called you from the hospital after the incident. You had rushed there to find them stitching Frank up, and whilst you were glad he was okay the majority of your brain was screaming at you to find Billy.

Billy was in surgery for eleven hours, and you didn’t sleep for a single one of them.

Which is how you found yourself leaning against Frank’s shoulder as you dozed, sleep finally in your clutches for the first time since Billy held you in his arms on the floor of your office. Until the sense of dread jolted you back into consciousness.

You rub your hand against your face in exhaustion, and you stifle a yawn, eyes squinting as the bright lights of the hospital add to the dull ache in your skull.

“They put him into an induced coma. You can’t do much else here.” Frank reasons. “Let me take you home.” Billy is my home, is your first thought, but you’re too tired to argue so you nod your head.

“Aren’t you still a wanted man?” You ask him, not wanting to delay him if he needs to flee the state. He shakes his head,

“Your boss has given me a blank slate. It’s Pete Castligone now.” A very small smile tugs at your lips, you’re happy for him, though that happiness does little to alleviate the emptiness in your chest.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Pete.” You say quietly as the two of you make your way down the corridor. He looks down at you with a small smile of his own.

“My friend’s call me Frank.”

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quellmythirst · 2 years

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House Hunting Part 10

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

A/n: So, yeah. This is filth. Like, I can only imagine it's going to get worse, the more unhinged about this I become.

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Part 9

You arrived back at Billy's apartment after a quick tryst in the car, he insisted that he get you off the streets to someplace safer. Not knowing whether or not someone else was coming after you, was making him nervous.

“I need to call Frank,” he said, his voice regretful as he watched you enter the apartment, “wait I’ll go in first, stay close behind me,” he insisted, not turning on the lights as he scoured the living room, opening closet doors and checking the bedrooms.

“Well,” you asked softly, your hand holding tightly to his bicep as he snuck around. You had thought the threat was over, that with Derek taking that guy away the problem had been solved, obviously Billy thought otherwise, “seems empty, what happens now?”

“Now?” he turned, staring down at you with lust filled eyes, his hand snaking around your throat at he caged you into the wall, ”Now I have to call Frankie and tell him what trouble his daughter has gotten herself into,” his thumb ran along your jawline as his fished his phone out of his pocket.

“Wha- Right now?”

“Yeh, so you better not make a peep unless its to cry about how fuckin scared you are ok?” you gave him a small nod and watched as he swiped your fathers number on his phone.

“Hey Frankie,” he said, you couldn’t hear your fathers replies as blood rushed from your head, down between your legs. The quickie in the car had done little to quell your need your Billy's cock, “Y/n was attacked,” he paused, “She’s safe now, lucky she went out with one of my best squads and they called me as soon as they could,” you weren’t surprised at how easily the lies came to him, you felt a fog growing in your head as your air began to cut off and a small whine escaped you lips. Billy noticed immediately, slipping his hard thigh between your legs to hold you up against the wall, without letting of your throat “Yeh, that was her,” he answered an unknown question, “I brought her back to my apartment, wasn't sure if she'd be safe at home and she's pretty shaken up,” your pussy began to grind on Billy's thigh as a satisfied smirk spread across his face. “He wants to talk to you,” Billy said, putting the phone on speaker, giving you a terse look. “Yeh, just give her a sec Frankie, she's shaking,” You shook your head violently, there was no way. That's too much, stilling yourself you closed your eyes and thought, searching your mind, trying not to focus on the magical way Billy's thigh was rubbing against you. You landed on a thought, the day your big brother left for service, the tears falling down your mothers face. The proud look of your fathers and your unshakeable fear that he wouldn’t return, You felt the tears dripping down your face and the small quiver in your voice when you spoke.

“Pa, I’m- I’m ok,” your voice shaking, your eyes closed as you focused on the memory when Billy began to move.

“I’m coming over there, kiddo.” he said in a stern voice that always meant business.

“It’s fine,” you tried to reassure him, a sob escaping your lips when you remembered the reassuring smile Frankie Jr. gave you when he got into the car.

“Like hell it is. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he ended the call, you assumed to continue packing and rush over to you. Fuck.

“What the fu- '' you began to scold Billy, shaking the tears from your eyes, but his hand tightened just a smidge around your throat as the other came to wipe your tears away.

“Ah, ah, ah” he growled, his head tilting just a bit to the side, “Don’t think I forgot that you disobeyed me,”

“I-i,” you began, but he pressed his whole body into you so he could whisper in your ear.

“A naughty little bitch, left her phone at home, didn't even tell me where she was going. Imagine what would have happened to you if I wasn't there?”

“But the car,” your voice now hoarse from crying.

“A reward for how well you handled that guy, now you need to be punished,” his voice low and gruff as his breath fanned your ear, “I reckon I’ve got an hour, maybe 2,” he ground his hard cock into your clothed pussy, “Better get started,” his hand released you and he took a step back, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Get in the fucking bed,” you took of running, excited to see how you were going to be punished this time.

You stripped off, throwing your nearly ruined dress into the laundry hamper. You turned to see him watching you, his cock making a tent in his pants, when he opened a drawer in his dresser. “Lay down,” his voice a bit softer, his back was to you and you followed his instructions, spreading yourself across the duvet, “Close your eyes little girl,” you did as he asked, only hearing his footsteps as he crossed the room. Something cold touched your wrist and encircled it, a bracelet? No, you hear the distinct click of handcuffs, you remembered the sound from when you had gotten arrested for tasering some creep in a bar when you were 18. Your body was humming with anticipation when you felt some soft and silky brush over your face, it smelled distinctly of Billy. It must be the tie he was wearing. He lifted your head and placed it over your eyes, securing enough so you couldn't see, but it wasn't hurting you. “You ok there, little girl?” he asked softly, his long finger running down your cheek.

“Yes,” you said with a nod, buzzing about what was going to happen next. You felt his finger trail down your body, brushing softly past your nipple, tickling your sides as he made his way down, “Billy, that tickles,” his teeth latched onto your lobe, his long tongue darted into your ear, a soft moan halting your giggles, “Daddy,” you moaned as his finger glossed over your panties, traveling down the opposite leg. His soft whispers echoing in your ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” his hand traveling back up your inner thigh, “And you know what happens to bad girls,” he cupped your pussy, his fingers massaging over your hole while the heel of his palm ground into your clit.

“Please,” you whined, arching up into his touch, “Daddy please,”

“Tell Daddy what you want,” his sultry voice almost set you off, almost.

“Touch me, need to feel you,” you pulled at your restraints, but they were secure. He made sure of it. You felt cold as his hand left your body, he must’ve been laying next to you, “Daddy,” you called out, but the only response was a faint buzzing, you could hear it getting closer and closer. You felt a finger lift your panties and you realised what the buzzing was. The vibrator sat on your mound held tight by the elastic of your panties, whirring softly against your clit. You ground up, desperate for more pressure. Just a tiny bit more was all you needed. You felt his stubble graze your neck and you nuzzled up. craving his skin on you.

“Dont cum,” was all he said, licking a stripe up your neck before you heard him walk away. What? How in the fuck? You tried to block the feeling of the vibrator, focusing on the sounds around you. Was that the shower? You heard the pater of water, your mind conjuring up images of Billy lathered in soap, watching as you lay helpless. His big hands wrapped around his swollen cock, pumping slowly as he bit down on those soft lips. Fuck that wasn't helping, you squirmed desperate to get it off you. You were so close, quick think of something else. Ummm… His hands skirting up your dress when he pushed you down into the backseat, pulling your panties to the side, thrusting right into your tight pussy as he told you how well you handled that knife. How proud he was of you, “Oh, OoohhhHhh.” Ok no. No. Anything, you calmed your breathing, letting your mind wander, until. Blue eyes, those sparkly little oceans trapped in a sweet sun, long toned legs slowing down to keep pace with you, soft smiles and warm hugs. It was comforting, safe, easy. Someone you had always thought you wanted. The image swirled in your head, morphing into those fathomless dark irises, a sly smirk pressed into your neck, long delicate fingers tracing your waist, a rich masculine cologne and the distinct scent of danger.

“Such a good fuckin girl for Daddy,” Billy cooed, removing the vibrator from your panties, “Did you cum?” his soft hand gliding along your cheek, before removing your blindfold. You shook those thoughts from your mind, marveling at the lust filled abyss that stared back at you.

“No Daddy,” you whined, pulling again on the restraints, you were desperate to touch him.

“Good girl,” he praised, he sat between your legs ripping your panties off and throwing them to the side, “You need me?” he groaned, his fingers sliding into your dripping core, “want me?” his mouth latched onto your nipple biting and tugging on it.

“Yes, FUck, YeS, PLeaSE” you begged, your body arched up aching for him, his fingers curled inside of you pressing into your g spot.

“Oh, little girl, you're fucked,” he withdrew his fingers, taking a hold of his hard cock he swiped it through your folds, gathering your juice along his hard cock, he eased into you, growling at how well your velvet walls engulfed his big dick. He slammed into you, barely withdrawing as he pushed back in hard, his pelvis slamming into your clit, setting you alight. Your walls spasms and clenching around him, “You cum already little girl?” He ground into your pussy, bringing your legs over his shoulder, “Do it again,” he demanded.

You screamed his name at him. Fuck, your head was so fuzzy, his hand wrapped around your throat “Such a good little girl, taking my cock perfect,” He bit down on your tit, sucking hickies into your flesh, “Love this tight little cunt,” his eyes locked with yours and you saw the satisfied smile on this face as your eyes rolled back into your skull. White heat flowing through your body and out your mouth as you chanted Billy's name. “Fuck, Baby. I’m so close.” He moaned, his hard pants echoing in your ear, “You want my cum little girl?”

“Yes, fuck. Yes. Daddy please.” you begged, craving it even more than before, your legs shaking, your head swirling with thoughts of only Billy, the way his cock perfectly filled you, his hard stares and beautiful smiles. You wanted him inside you forever.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Cum for me, just one more time,” He kept his speed, “Ready,” he moaned, pressing harder into you, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, “Now,” he moaned, his hot cum filling up your tight little pussy throwing you over the edge again, your brain exploded, lights flying behind your eyes, before everything suddenly went dark.

“Hey, hey,” you heard his voice, his hand lightly tapping on your cheek. Your hands were free, resting gently on your chest, “Oh, thank fuck,” he whispered pressing his forehead into yours, “Frankie is nearly here, I didn’t want to have to explain why you were passed out,”

“I passed out?” you grumbled, your voice horse. Billy nodded at you, his hands sliding under you as he picked you up, “How long?”

“Only a few minutes, let's get you washed up,” he said, gently lowering you into the bathtub, he soaped up your loofah and began to clean you up. The lukewarm water soothing your aching body. “I'll go find you some clothes,”

“I have clothes,” you whispered, your head heavy with everything that had happened, your eyes barely opening.

“I know baby,” he cooed, kissing you on the forehead, “I’ll be right back,” you sunk into the bath, the water refreshing your face.

“Here ya go,” he said, placing the clothes on the counter, “I’m just gunna tidy up before Frank gets here. You just get out whenever your ready.” his lips laced with yours and he kissed you, like it was the last one he was ever going to have.

Part 11

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Ally!! could you write something from that video you reblogged of getting to know Tom before shooting a film with him! ♥️ You would write it so beautifully :) of course take care of yourself first but whenever you are ready!!

Thank you for requesting this love!!🥰 I was going to save it for last and do my requests in order, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about this request, so here I am! I hope you like it!!💜✨

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Getting To Know You

This is long, I probably overdid it, but I hope you all enjoy!🥰

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You wander the halls of the studio, walking down long hallways, turning corners, and eyes scanning each sign on the doors of the rooms. You look back down to your phone, skimming through the email the costume department had sent you. Costume Design / Wardrobe — Room 220. Sighing, you glance at the door beside you, Production Design — Room 125. You mentally cursed at yourself for taking so long to get to the studio. You had just arrived in Cleveland, literally just that morning. After a lengthy flight to Cleveland, you were escorted to the house that you would be calling home for the next several months. There waiting for you was a rented car and the belongings that you had packed from home to be delivered to your rented house. Since the house was already decorated and furnished, there was no need in packing all your furniture from home, instead you shipped clothes you couldn’t fit in your luggage and other important belongings that would be difficult to bring onto a flight.

The moment you stepped foot into the house you didn’t bother looking around or going through the boxes that were stacked near the entrance. You made a quick trip to the kitchen, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and drinking a majority of it. The house was spacious but not a hassle to get around, you peaked into a few rooms until you found the bedroom. Removing your shoes, you pulled back the neatly tucked comforter and climbed into the soft bed. Your eyes were already drooping the moment your head hit the pillow. Before sleep can consume you, you turned on an alarm on your phone about an hour and a half prior to the time you were expected to be at the studio.

You were used to traveling to new places due to your job as an actress. Renting out homes and cars for months on end was nothing new to you. Neither was figuring out your way around the new state or country you were currently living in. Though Cleveland was different; you had a GPS to tell you directions to the studio but you were still getting lost, making wrong turns and taking wrong lanes on the highway. Stopping by Starbucks for an iced coffee and croissant to fill you up didn’t help, instead it added on to your reason being late.

You were still roaming the halls with your head tilted down to stare at your phone. The stress from being behind schedule mixed with your sleep deprivation created a headache to pound in your head. Suddenly, your shoulder harshly knocks into something. You yelp, apologies already spilling from your lips as you continue your rush to the costume department—wherever it was.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice with an accent asks. Your shoes come to a halt on the carpeted floors of the studio. Your head whips back to see the warm brown eyes you were once staring into during that audition how many months ago.

“Tom!” You exclaim making your way back to him. You were taken aback by his appearance. The last you saw him he was buffer and had a head full of soft dark brown curls. His body was thinner, cheeks a bit more sunken in, and his curls were long gone replaced with a buzzcut. Though you should’ve expected his change in appearance, you guys were playing heroin addicts for crying out loud. You had also been put on a diet in preparation for your role as Emily, loosing a fair amount of weight yourself.

“Hey, you’re here! I didn’t know you were in Cleveland already. How long have you been here?” He asks, arms pulling you in for a friendly hug. You happily accept the gesture, hugging him back.

“Umm, I actually just got here this morning.” You answer once you both pull away. His eyes widen for a second, “And they already called you in? For fittings right?”

“Yeah, I thought I’d have a day to settle in but we’ve got a tight schedule. Filming starts soon—like in a month and a half?” Though filming didn’t start till the next month or so, the Russo brothers wanted both you and Tom to be in Cleveland a month earlier. This was to help with pre production preparations. It was also used to help you and Tom do research for your roles in Cherry and to get to know each other.

Tom looks at the wall with a raised brow, “Uhh, something like that, yeah.” His eyes flicker back to you, “Where are you off to?”

“To wardrobe, but I can’t find the place and I’m already running late.” You sigh.

“Well, lucky for you, I just came from there. I’ll take you.” He offers, raising his elbow out for you. You smile at him, looping your arm around his and quietly thank him. He leads you to the wardrobe department and drops you off; exchanging a quick joke with the ladies and another hug for you before leaving.

You remember the day you met Tom. You were called back from your audition to do a chemistry read with the lead role of Cherry, who at the time you didn’t know was Tom. Your nerves were at a high that day. You’ve made it so far into the audition process that you hoped your anxiousness wouldn’t get the best of you and mess it up. As an actor, you were used to meeting new faces all the time, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have anxiety when it comes to meeting new people. Questions wracked your brain. What if you didn’t have chemistry with the lead role? What if you did have chemistry but the lead role was a dick? Does your breath smell good? Are your clothes too casual? What if you have to kiss the lead role? What kind of scene were you guys doing?

All your questions and feelings of uneasiness were thrown out the window the moment you saw Tom’s friendly face. He greeted you as if you were long time friends. That sweet smile of his made the tension in your body at ease, it was kind and warm, like it was his silent way of comforting you after picking up on your nerves. Tom was a force in the room, his cheerful and optimistic energy radiating off of him and onto the other people in the room. Maybe that’s why you felt so comfortable to be around him during the chemistry read.

He was very welcoming, taking it upon himself to spark a conversation with you while the casting directors and producers prepared themselves for your chemistry read. You remembered the way he naturally leaned closer to you, bending down a few times to hear you, his eyes remaining on yours while you conversed, the both of you aware of each other’s presence. You weren’t going to lie to yourself; Tom was attractive. He had gorgeous brown eyes that you could never get tired of looking into, a charming smile, and a beautiful personality. He was easy to get along with. The chemistry read ended with smiles from everyone in the room. You remember thinking to yourself, if you were going to be casted, you wouldn’t mind being casted alongside him. Weeks of sitting around and patiently waiting, you get a call from the Russos saying you were casted as Emily.

Fittings only took an hour tops, most of the clothes were bought since there was no need in designing fancy or sparkly costumes. Before leaving the studio building, you had a quick meeting with the Russos. It was mostly about the basic stuff, the run down of the schedule, the filming process, preparations, etc. By the time you were done at the studio, the sun had set and the night sky took over Cleveland. You stopped by a fast food chain for dinner and took it to go. You drive home, eat your food, and your night ends there.

The next time you saw Tom wasn’t that long from when you saw him at the studio. He called you days later, asking if you would like to join him at the VA. As someone who had no experience with drugs or were surrounded by people who faced addictions; drugs was a new territory for you. Of course, you’ve heard about it and learned the basics of it at school, but you’ve never had to act like a heroin addict. Until now.

You drive to the VA on an early Thursday morning, this time not getting lost on your way to your destination. The air was chilly, the sky dark and cloudy after braving a storm. You park your car and send a text off to Tom saying you’ve arrived. You meet up at the entrance of the VA. He was dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers. His attire similar to yours, which made you chuckle to yourself. He greets you with a hug, his arms brining you warmth from the cool air.

“Hey, love.” His voice was deep, still fresh from sleep. You smile fondly at him. Though you first met him a few months back, reuniting a few days ago, the boy’s been growing on you.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me.” The two of you remain outside, hesitant to enter the VA. It daunted both you and Tom to face the veterans inside. The VA was a sacred place for them, you didn’t want to overstep boundaries or offend anyone with questions for research. They’ve suffered from PTSD or were recovering from substance abuse, some of them just starting out their recovery. You did not know what to expect or hear once you step foot into the building.

Tom’s feet shift against the pavement, his hands shoved into his pockets, “Yeah, it’s no problem. I just thought that—you know, since we’re the only two playing heroin addicts in the movie, I thought we could do this together.”

You smile reassuringly at him, “No, I get it. I honestly appreciate it, Tom, thank you.” You look around the area. It was a quiet place, not too many cars parked in the parking lot, a few trees scattered, and the building had a tan almost bland colored exterior. Your eyes drift back to Tom’s, which were already on you.

You gesture to the building with your head, “You ready to go in?” Tom nervously breaths in eyeing the building. You catch on to his hesitancy and place your hand on his arm.

“Hey, you alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m just a bit nervous to talk to them, you know? I don’t want them to think I’m using their suffering as some kind of inspiration for this role.” He explains. You nod understanding, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel the same way, I don’t want to trespass on their privacy either. Wanna take a minute out here?”

“I think I’m good. How about you?” Tom composes himself. You flash him a tight smile nodding. Together, the two of you enter the VA, greeted by a receptionist who leads you both to a room.

You and Tom spend most of the day at the VA listening to the different stories of veterans who’ve suffered from PTSD and or substance/drug abuse. Some of them were very open and willing to share, telling you the hardships of their experience. Then there were those who were at the start of their recovery journey, a bit closed off, but were still willing to share nonetheless.

Tom watched as you listened to each veteran intently. Your eyes remained on them, your head nodding along, as you asked them questions or added some input to their stories. Unlike Tom, you seemed more composed and calmer than him. This was something he wasn’t used to, he wasn’t used to talking about drugs or military veterans and addiction. All of this talk was uncharted territory for him, it was dark and terrifying, something he never associated himself with. He was glad you agreed to come along because without you he wasn’t sure if he could do this all alone.

Tom would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some kind of attraction towards you. There was just some sense of comfort or tranquility that drew him to you. You had the brightest smile that lit up the room, sometimes he even found himself smiling because of it. He admired the way you greeted each veteran or former drug addict with a comforting smile and talked to them as if they were just a person, and not as someone who’s been suffering. You made the room feel like a safe space for them to share their experiences without feeling like they were being judged.

Tom was quiet for the most part, asking questions when he felt they were necessary or when something peaked his interest. He added a few comments here and there but for most of the time he listened. He listened to the horrifying and heartbreaking experiences of each veteran. There was a point in the interviews where it dawned on Tom that he was going to have to portray what these veterans went through. From the traumas of war, through the struggles of PTSD, to the excessive use of drugs and alcohol—Tom became reluctant in becoming Cherry. Was he really ready to become a heroin addict? Was he mentally prepared to shred himself and be in the mindset of something so ruinous?

From time to time you glanced over at Tom, checking if he was alright. At the start he was a bit fidgety, his leg bouncing and fingers fumbling with each other. His questions came out stuttered but by the middle of the interviews he grew comfortable in the room. Once in a while you would ask him how he was and he would answer with a small nod and an assuring smile. He then would reciprocate the question with a whisper leaning closer for only you to hear.

By the time the last veteran walked out, Tom felt a responsibility to give these people justice. To not only tell their stories and of other veterans around the world, but to bring awareness to the things that they’ve faced. Not only Tom felt that but so did you. These people have opened up to you guys about the darkest and lowest points in their lives, the best way you can both thank them would have to be by portraying your roles as accurate and realistic as possible.

There was a stillness in the room; it was quiet. The only sounds being heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall beside you and the distant sound of cars driving by. Tom was the first to speak, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Your brows knitted together, put off by his random comment. “Why’s that?”

Tom shrugs, taking a breath in and turning in his seat to face you, “I couldn’t have done these interviews alone. From trying to make them feel comfortable and asking all these questions, I would’ve felt so overwhelmed. So, thank you.”

Your mouth curves into a small smile, “Give yourself some credit. I couldn’t have done this without you either. I can’t imagine doing these interviews alone, I wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of all those stories by myself.”

Moments later the two of you finish your time at the VA. You walk towards your car, which was nearest to the building. “This is me.” You gesture to your car.

Tom nods in response. After all the stories he’s heard, he didn’t want to be alone. Sure, he has Harry back at his place, but it just wouldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t understand what was going through Tom’s head. Tom hesitates to ask you if you want to hang out, but after a quick mental argument against himself, he pushes himself to ask, “Um, what are you doing after this?”

You unlock your car and toss your bag into the passenger’s seat. “I’ll probably stop by Whole Foods or something. I need to fill up my fridge and pick up some stuff at Target that I might need.” You lean against the frame of your car. “Why?”

“Oh, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something—it’s totally fine, since you’re busy and all.” Tom stutters out as he waved his hand at you. He was a bit disappointed that you were busy, besides not wanting to be by himself, he really wanted to spend time with you. You guys were friendly, but he wanted to get to know you more.

“Hey! If you want, you could come along? I could use the company.” You suggest, lips curving to a half smile. You gesture to his arms and jokingly say, “I could also use a pair of strong arms to help me.”

Tom bashfully chuckles, “I’d like that.” He turns to where his car was parked and motions to it over his shoulder. “I brought my car, so I guess I’ll just follow you there?”

“Yeah, I’ll just, I’ll text you the location.” You hold your phone up.

“Great, I’ll see you then.” Tom confirms and pulls you into a hug. You giggle at how affectionate he can be. You were gonna see him again in just a few minutes; the drive to Whole Foods wasn’t that long.

Tom parks his car besides yours in the Whole Foods parking lot. You both lock up your vehicles and make your way into the market. On the way, Tom grabs a shopping cart for you. You try to steal it away from him, but he insists on pushing the cart the entire time. You take out your list on your phone and navigate your way through the aisles of Whole Foods. While you throw things into the cart, you and Tom converse. The both of you share some basic information, like things about your hometowns, your families and friends, just the general stuff. You guys were talking about pets when you reached cereal aisle.

“I had a Yorkie when I was growing up, he was the sweetest little thing. He sadly passed because of a heart attack.” You reminisced as you scanned the shelves for your preferred cereal brand. Your hand held onto the cart that Tom pushed with his elbows, as he leaned his entire weight onto the cart.

Tom frowned at the mention of your dog, “I’m sorry.” You give him a look, wordlessly telling him that you were ok and have moved on. “So, did you get to bring Tessa to Cleveland?”

“Nope, she’s not too fond of flights, so I don’t put her through the struggle of getting on a plane.” You find your cereal and try to reach for it, “Aww, I would’ve wanted to meet her. From what you told me, she sounds like a sweetheart.”

Tom chuckles at you before coming from behind the cart and helping you get the cereal down. You look at him with a sheepish grin, “I had that, but thank you.”

Tom squints his eyes playfully at you, “Did you really? Because you looked like you were struggling a bit?”

“No, I was stretching.” You quip back eyes twinkling with amusement. You place the box in the cart and drag the cart. Tom chuckles returning to the front of the cart and pushes it. You look back at him, “You wanna have dinner at my place? I could make a pretty good pizza.”

“Is that so? I guess I might have to try it for myself, I’m in.” He agrees. The two of you finish up at Whole Foods. The cart was overflowing with brown bags when you and Tom walked back to your cars. Always the gentleman, Tom helps you put all your bags into your car’s trunk and even takes back the cart to the designated area that stored them. You split off into your separate cars and stop by Target before you go home. Going to Target with Tom was probably one of the most chaotic and hilarious things you’ve ever done. It took you about two hours in Target just to get what you were looking for. Most of the time in the store was you and Tom looking at children’s toys, making fun of weird costumes you found, and finding meaningless shit to buy because why not? You never thought Tom could be a dumbass until you saw him try to bounce a ball onto the floor and make it land onto his head.

“Tom, we’re gonna get in trouble.” You warn him, looking around to see if anyone were looking at you guys. You spot a camera a few feet away but it was nowhere close to you both.

“Don’t worry darling, we won’t. I got you, trust me.” He assures you as he gets himself into position. You shake your head at him while you sip on the coffee you got from Starbucks.

“Wait, so what are you doing again?” You ask.

“I’m going to try and get the ball on my head.” He answers clearly distracted. He digs his sneakers into the floor and prepares himself to bounce the ball. “You ready, darling?”

“No, but go ahead.”

It all happened so quick. Tom being the dumbass he was, underestimated the amount of force he put onto the ball. Instead of the ball bouncing a few feet into the air, it bounces into the next aisle and the next thing you both know you hear a *boing* and a baby crying. You and Tom look at each other with wide eyes. He rushes over to you and helps you maneuver the cart away from the sports section. You’re caged in by his arms, in between the cart and his chest as you both quietly giggle to yourselves.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” You tell him through more fits of giggles.

The two of you are now in your rented house. You work together in the kitchen, working as a team to figure out the recipe for the pizza dough. Tom is beside you, looking over your shoulder while you both read through the Food Network recipe on your phone.

“Ok, we did all of that. So now we knead the dough, toss it into a bowl and let it rise. Then we could roll it in a little bit.” You read turning your phone off and looking at Tom. He nods and takes the dough out. You sprinkle flour onto your counter and onto the dough as Tom volunteers to knead the pizza dough.

Tom’s Spotify playlist plays lowly in the background. You were both quiet, basking in the comfortable atmosphere between the two of you. Weirdly enough, there was never an awkward moment with Tom. He could say the same thing for you.

You try to avoid the way his arms flex and how his veins pop out as he massages the dough. You glance at his buzzcut hair and ask, “Do you think your hair will grow back by the time you shoot Spider-Man three? Or are we going to have a bald Peter Parker?”

He stops his motions and looks at you shocked, “You’ve watched my Spider-Man movies?”

“Of course I have! I’m a big Marvel fan, my whole family actually is, especially my nephew. We love your version of Spidey—well except my dad and his brother, but besides them we love your version.” You explain. You see a smile twitch onto his lips as he continues his task.

“Wow, thanks. I never thought you’d watch my movies.” Through the warm lights of your kitchen, you see a blush spread onto his cheeks.

“What do you mean?”

Tom stops massaging the pizza dough and looks at you, “Well I’ve—wow this is embarrassing—but I’ve always kinda been a fan of your work. My brothers and I always watch your movies, and they never disappoint us. You’re just amazing! And now I get to work with you, and I’m not going to lie I’m still a bit starstruck, but it’s literally an honor to work with you.”

You look at him taken aback by his confession. You shake yourself out of your shock, “Well I guess that makes the two of us because you still make me a bit starstruck whenever I see you too.”

From that night on, you and Tom always hung out. Whether it be at your house or his, you both managed to spend the entire day together. Sometimes you’d both stay way too late at each other’s house, that you ended up having sleepovers. You guys would still have weekly visits to the VA, doing more research and meeting more veterans. To lighten the mood after, you and Tom would go to Target, get a bunch of junk food and knickknacks, then go to one of your places to watch a movie. The two of you have even explored Cleveland on your own with Harry tagging along once in a while. When Tom found out you were going to be living alone during the duration of filming, he offered that you could stay with him and Harry. Though you didn’t want to intrude on their privacy, both Holland brothers insisted that you live with them. You were still debating on their offer, but you were still spending most of your nights with them anyway.

It was one of those nights again but it was different. Today was the last free day you both had before filming began. It was different because you haven’t portrayed the deeply flawed characters you were both casted as. You and Tom spent the morning at the studio along with the Russos and the rest of the cast doing a table read of the entire movie. Reading and listening to the entire movie out loud made you anxious for the day to come. You were scared that not only you, but Tom, might go down a spiral of darkness throughout the process of this film. Cherry was something new for both of you. Neither of you have worked on a project as cataclysmic or dreadful as Cherry.

You were quitely sat on Tom’s couch staring at the sun setting through his windows. Tom was in the kitchen making the both of you cups of tea to warm you up from the harsh cool air of Cleveland. Harry was in his room, telling you and Tom that he was going to take a nap and to not worry about him. Tom watched you from the kitchen. The sun’s golden rays reflected on your skin, giving it a glow. Your brows were furrowed as you seemed to be deep in thought.

“Wanna sit on the patio and see the sunset from outside?” Tom comes up behind you with a half smile on his lips. You happily nod and take his hand to get off the couch. He slings his arm around you and hands you your jacket. He tells you to go out first and that he’ll meet you outside with the tea.

You sit on the steps of his patio, watching the sky change from shades of blue to a mix of orange, pink, and purple. You hear the door open and footsteps against the wood of the floors. You look up to see Tom holding two cups of tea with a fluffy blanket over his shoulder. A beanie was now on his head and a jumper was pulled over his shirt.

You thank him as he hands you your cup. Tom settles beside you, placing his cup on the steps and began to open up the blanket.

“Why do you have a blanket?” You ask him. He untangles the blanket and puts it over his shoulders, his arm wraps around you, pulling you flush against his side.

“To keep us warm.” He answers while he reaches for his cup. “I tried to find another blanket, but I think Harry took it.”

You brush his comment off, “It’s fine, I like this better.”

A peaceful silence lays upon the two of you as your eyes stare at the sky and your lips sip onto the cup. Tom’s arm remains around you as his fingers draw random patterns onto your arm. Tom was the first to break the silence.

“How do you feel about filming starting tomorrow?” He asks you quietly. Your eyes shift to the tea in your cup.

“Honestly? I’m a bit nervous, especially since we’re starting off with the heroin addiction parts. I don’t know how to feel about it.” You answer.

Tom hums, “I know what you mean. I’m pretty scared too.” Your eyes remove themselves from your cup to look up at Tom.

“Why are you scared?”

“I just—it scares me that all the acting and trying to be in the mindset of Nico might actually affect me. Like maybe by the end of this film, he’ll be a part of me.” He admits, his teeth gritting against each other. You look at him sympathetically. He was truly going through a war in his mind; just by the way he was glaring at the sky and how his fingers stopped drawing on your arm and instead gripped it. It was like he was looking for leverage to stop himself from falling down a loophole of possible outcomes of the end of this movie.

Your hand grasps his hand on your shoulder, catching his attention. His deep brown eyes connect with yours, “You’re not going to turn into Nico, Tom.”

“How do you know that? What if the more I act like him the more I turn into him? (Y/n), what if I get so lost into the character that I eventually loose myself in the process? What do I do when that happens?” He began to ramble, questions spilling from his tongue as he looked at you pleadingly.

You shake your head and squeeze his hand, “It’s not going to happen Tom. You wanna know how I know why?” Tom shakes his head.

“Because we’ll have each other’s backs. I’ll be there right beside you. If you ever feel like you’re spiraling down too deep as Nico, I’ll be there to get you out. You don’t have to go through all of that alone, Tom. I’ll be here for you, you could trust me.” You promise him. Tom’s mind seems to stop racing as his eyes gaze into yours. He finds nothing but honesty in them. You feel his hand fumble with yours before he interlocks them together.

“What if it gets really ugly?”

“You’re allowed to be vulnerable honey, especially around me, I won’t judge. I’ll still be there for you. ” You reassure him. You try to lighten up the mood by bumping your shoulder against his. “Plus, we’re actors, vulnerable is our middle name. How do you think Leo finally got an Oscar?” You joke. The frown on Tom’s face breaks as he stifles a laugh. You smile at the way the corners of his eyes crinkle, he was happy.

Your laughter dies down and you’re staring at him again, “But seriously, Tom. I’ll be here for you whether you like it or not, nobody should have to go through the mental capacity of a heroin addict by themselves.”

Tom nods, “Thank you. I can’t imagine anyone else in my corner but you while we film this. You’ve honestly been such a godsend and we haven’t even started filming yet. Thank you for being so understanding and patient with me.” He smiles fondly at you, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you into a hug. You hum in response and place your head in the crook of his neck, “You don’t have to thank me.”

Silence once again consumes the both of you. The birds chirp in the distance and the sky has now turned a dark purple. “You can count on me too. I’ll be there for you.” Tom whispers against your hair. You silently thank him, snuggling closer to his warm embrace. The fears of tomorrow slowly fade from your bodies as you watch the darkness consume the light in the sky.

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A/N: so here it is, a new smut concept I thought over the weekend. I wanted to thank all of you who read the last one! It means the world to me to see how everyone liked it. I'm glad to see everyone has a dirty mind like me lol.

This is not a sequel to High, but i'm working on that. (Thinking about making it a fluff? Lmk what you think!)

Okay, now go ahead and read! Please please please let me know what you think, what you think I can improve and if you liked it or not.

Bare in mind English is not my first language please :)

Summary: Tom has been away in cleveland shooting Cherry with the Russo Brothers and it's really *excited* to come home and see you

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, female receiving, unprotected sex (Do not follow this example please, I imagned this as the reader and Tom being a couple for a long time, but that is not excuse to fuck without protection) some bad words and terrible grammar probably.

Enjoy!

Smut below the cut

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Six months.

That was how long you had been away from your boyfriend Tom. He had been away in Cleveland filming his new movie with the Russo Brothers,“Cherry” for half a year and, to say the least, him being away was driving you insane.

You missed him. A lot.

You missed seeing him first thing in the morning, and seeing him last thing at night. You missed him making you coffee in the morning, although he always complained about you not drinking tea as a true Brit. You missed the way he smelled right after a shower, or how his pillow would be covered in his scent after he left the house. You missed hearing him talk about golf, even though you didn’t really understand the sport all that well. You missed catching him singing to random tunes that came on the radio without him noticing, because he was mortified to sing in front of you. You missed his smile, and how his eyes glowed everytime he did. You missed every aspect of him, but the thing you missed the most, was his touch.

It was really hard being away from your really hot and really good at sex boyfriend for six months, and you felt unsatisfied. Of course you could get yourself off anytime you wanted, actually, you had plenty of toys that could help you with exactly that, and you usually facetimed him or sexted whenever the distance was too much for both of you. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy your hunger.

So when he called earlier that week telling you that he would be home by the weekend, you went out and bought the slutiest piece of lingerine you could find.

After what seemed like an extremely long week, the day had come. You drove to the airport after getting everything ready in the house for Tom when he arrived, and obviously putting on the lingerie set before stepping out the door.

You waited impatiently for him to come out for what felt like an eternity, and when he did, you ran toward him without even thinking about the paparazzi that had also heard about his arrival. He saw you running, and opened his arms to catch you with a huge smile on his face.

You jumped to his arms as soon as he was close enough, and he hugged you by your waist so tight you didn’t understand how he hadn’t ripped you in half right there.

You clinged to his neck with all of your strength, hiding your face in his neck, inhaling his scent for the first time in six months.

“Hi love” He whispered to your ear, full of love “Missed you so much” He kissed the side of your head. You looked up from his neck taking his face with both hands, scanning his beautiful features like it was the first time you had seen him.

“Missed you too, Tommy’ Was all you could say before kissing his lips passionately. He kissed you back with all of his force, not giving a fuck about the rest of the world surrounding you. You definitely would be in the covers of all of the gossip magazines the next morning.

After kissing and hugging and smiling like idiots for about thirty minutes, you finally went back to the parking lot and got Tom stuff in the trunk insanely fast. You were driving back to yours, hearing all of Tom’s stories about the film and his experience. You listened carefully, his voice filling your ears beautifly. His hand never left your thigh for the entire car ride, drawing random lines on it with his thumb.

Once you got back home, he jumped in the shower to “get rid of the plane smell”. While he was in there, you took off your clothes, leaving your lingerie set at full display, lit a few candles around and dimmed the lights to set the mood in the room. You put on your favourite perfume, and started to rub lotion all over your body, when you hear the shower go off, and the next thing, your boyfriend was coming out the bathroom with a towel around his hips hanging incredibly low and still wet, drops of water falling down his body. He looked so fucking hot, that you were sure your mouth was watering.

“Well well well” He said after scanning your body, you were facing the wall opposite him, with one of your legs up rubbing the cream from before. “Is this all for me?”

You put your leg down slowly, making sure his gaze was following your every movement, and you turned around “I really missed you Tommy” You simply said with your best innocent voice.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you too, princess” He said in a low voice, walking impossibly slow towards you, your chest raising and falling with anticipation.

When he was in front of you, he speaked again. “How much I’ve missed that mouth of yours” he said while one of his thumbs ran through your bottom lip. “That beautiful long neck” His hand moved to grab your neck firmly, being followed by his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each side of it. “And those little hands, touching me” You got the message, and placed one of your hands in his chest, running it down to his abs. You felt his muscles contract as your hands past through them, and you loved it. “But you know what I’ve missed the most, beautiful?” He asked, his hands traveling down to your waist and pulling you close to him. Your breath got caught up in your throat due to his strength. You gulped waiting for his response, already feeling yourself wet, and raised your eyebrows encouraging him to keep going. “Fucking that tight little pussy everynight”

He devoured your lips, pulling you to him by your waist, and your arms raised instinctively to the back of his neck, tangling your hands in his brown curls, making him groan pleasantly into your kiss. His tongue entered your mouth with ease, and played with yours, exploring every bit of it, like he was trying to memorize it in case he would spend this much time away from you again. He bit your bottom lip gently and then licked it to ease the pain. He knew how that drove you mad.

Your hands started wandering down his wet body, going down his torso until you found yourself palming him through his towel, clearly feeling how hard he was getting. You took the towel off, letting it fall to his ankles, and displaying your boyfriend fully naked in front of you. You separated from his kiss to take a long look up and down. He looked incredible, his muscles showing even more than you remembered, he clearly had changed his workout routine. He smirked, noticing how you were eating him with your glance, and took one of your hands in his, guiding it to his dick. You grabbed it and stroked it for a couple seconds, watching him close his eyes and throw his head back “Fuck, love. That feels great” He said in a breathy voice. You smiled, adoring the way you were in control. You started moving your hand faster, spitting at his cock to make your job easier, and concentrated in getting him as hard as you could. You could see the precum on his tip when he stopped you by trapping your hand in his. You pouted and tried to get your grip back, but he used his force to immobilize you. “No darling, not yet.” You nodded, understanding; you were dying to feel his touch on you anyway.

Like reading your mind, he let go of your hand and played with one of the straps from your bra, letting it hang low on your arm, doing the same to the next one. He did it impossibly slow, making you groan in desperation. He smirked when he heard you, but he wasn’t about to take you just yet. After all, he had spent six months with only his hand, and now that he had you in front of him, he wasn’t going to waste it, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He came closer to you, lowering his head to place soft kisses all over your collarbones, your shoulders, the base of your neck and finally, the mounts of your breasts. He stayed there for a moment, before unclasping your bra completely and throwing it at one of the room’s corners. He took one of your breasts in his right hand, squeezing it softly, followed by a small moan from you. He then moved to the next breast, doing the same and getting a similar reaction from you. He played with your nipples, getting them hard before putting one of them in his mouth and flickering it with his tongue. He kept playing with them, switching between his mouth and his hands, being so content with the sounds that were leaving your mouth that he didn’t want to stop just so he could hear you all night long.

“Tom” you huffed, a little annoyed

“Yes, love?” He answered, playing innocent while he kept with his task.

“Do something” you almost growled. “I’m so wet” you confessed.

He looked up from your breast, taken aback with how blunt you were. It got him harder.

“Is that so, gorgeous?” He teased a bit more. You just nodded .“Let me feel how wet you are then” A smirk formed in his lips. “Sit on the bed” He ordered.

You did just that, impatiently waiting for him to release some of the pressure that had been building for six months. Once you were sitting, he approached you, hovering over you, made you look at him from where you were by placing one of his fingers under your chin and tilting your head upwards. You kept your eyes on his, even when he started going down on his knees in front of you. Your chest was raising a falling hard due to the anticipation. He took his thumbs on either side of your underwear, and pulled them down quickly, his mouth already watering.

Your legs stayed closed out of habit, but the moment the piece of clothing was off, he opened them. He stayed there for a moment, admiring your wet pussy in front of him, and he licked his lips before placing a line of kisses from your knee to your thigh. He finally lapped his tongue on top of your cunt, giving it a long and slow lick that made you shiver. He smiled before diving in your lips again, this time taking his tongue through your entering and folds. He moved his tongue gracefully, making you whimper and moan his name more times you could count. He loved it, and he had missed your taste so much that he was taking his sweet time eating you out.

He then moved his tongue to your clit, flicking it quickly, which made you move your hips instinctively, trying to get more friction out of his face. He got the message, and took one long finger and put it past your entrance, deep inside you. The movement took you by surprise, and a loud moan escaped your lips. “Fuck, Tommy. Keep going” You pleaded, which he happily obliged. His finger came out and in of you in a slow motion, curling his finger upwards when he was deepest inside you, and his tongue never leaving your clit. He added a second finger, and you screamed, grabbing his hair and pulling it hard, which made him growl in your pussy, vibrating deliciously. His two fingers were working wonders inside you, and you felt the knot in your stomach growing bigger with every thrust of his hands. “Babe...I’m...coming soon” You let out in a breathy voice, interrupted by various moans.

“Missed your taste so much, love” He commented, his fingers moving quickly. “Cum on my mouth” he placed his tongue once more on your clit.

And you did just that, in a matter of seconds, Tom feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, the feeling making his love for you grow even larger. After he felt you were down from your high, he collected all of your juices with his tongue, making you moan once more from how sensitive you were.

“Can’t get enough of you, Y/N” He smiled at you still kneeling, and you took his face with both hands to get him up and on top of you, kissing him ferociously. You could taste yourself in his mouth, and that was what got you wet again. You stopped the kiss to look him dead in his eyes.

“Fuck me, please” You just blurted out. He smirked and kissed you again, taking his dick and running the tip through your wet cunt, the feeling making you gasp. He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust, cause he knows that your fingers, or his fingers, or even your toys weren’t as thick as him, so you might take a little time to accommodate. Once he was fully in you, he hissed and kissed you again. “Move. Now.” You ordered, frustrated.

“So bossy, love” He chuckled, but he obliged almost immediately.

He started thrusting his hips, impossibly deep inside you, and when he was half way out, he thrusted again. He did this several times, his forehead starting to sweat, as well as your whole body. He kept his gaze on yours, opening his mouth occasionally to let out a low moan. You on the other hand, had your mouth opened at all times, not caring if you were being too loud. He loved seeing you like this, him fucking you mindlesly, and you full of pleasure because of it.

You took your hand and drove downwards to where your bodysconnected, and started circling your clit, feeling once again the knot building in your stomach.

“So good for me, so tight” Tom took one of your legs from behind your knee and bent it upwards, so he could have a better approach, his other arm anchored above your head so he would keep steady and wouldn collapse on top of you. “So deep, babe, fuck” This new angle made him go so far inside you, that you screamed. You turned your head to the side, giving Tom full access to your neck, where he bit and marked you. While he did that, you bit his arm, hard, due to the new and long awaited pleasure you were receiving from your loving boyfriend. He moaned in your ear, and the knot in his stomach released, filling you up with his cum.

His cum flowing out of you mixed with your hand, that still circled over your clit. Tom saw this, and slapped your hand away, doing the job himself. He had you screaming in no time, your orgasm forming deep in your gut.

He shutted your screams with his own mouth, his tongue filling your mouth deliciously.

“Shit” You said once you calmed down, him still being on top of you, you pressed your hand to the side of his face, him melting in your touch and closing his eyes. “Don’t ever leave me for this long, you asshole” You said jokingly. He chuckled and kissed the inside of your hand.

“Not a chance” He said while he climbed off of you and to your side, you instantly took place in his chest. He ran his hands up and down the side of your torso. “Next time, you're coming with me, love.” He replied with a huge smile on his face.

“Only if I can get a cameo in your next movie” You joked once more. He laughed aloud, knowing fairly well that you were too embarrassed to do such a thing, and placed a loving kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, happily feeling yourself drifting off to sleep. You thought this was going to be the first time in six months you fell asleep so quickly.

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anagentinwriting · 3 years

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Lifeline - Part 16

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3600+

Warnings: Blood, angst, kidnapping, hospitals

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Thor whistled, clutching onto your Tupperware as he punched in the gate code to your condo, hearing a dog barking in the distance. “Dogs, such noisy creatures. This is why Darryl and I agreed to no dogs, but I will admit they can be adorable at times,” he mumbled to himself, pausing on the last digit, noticing the gate partially opened. “Huh? That can’t be right.”

He pushed open the gate and stepped in, turning to close it until he heard it lock in place. He reassured himself with a nod and continued up the path to your house, hearing the barking get louder. Thor rubbed his lips together as his eyes traveled to the small porch, spotting a dark figure lying on the ground.

“What in the name is…” Thor's eyes widened, getting closer and recognizing the figure to be Steve. Thor dropped your Tupperware to the ground, sprinting to him, and kneeled down next to him. “STEVE, STEVE. HEY, HEY, WAKE UP?”

The motion sensor lights flickered on, and Thor’s mouth dropped open, taking in Steve’s appearance. Steve was lying on his side in a small pool of blood. A gash on the side of his head glistened in the light with blood coating one side of his neck. Thor gulped, zipping off his sweatshirt, and pulling his phone from his pants pocket, dialing 911.

“STEVE, STEVE...YOU THERE BUDDY? STAY WITH ME…” Thor shouted, placing his phone on speaker and setting it on the ground. He rotated Steve onto his back, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse while applying slight pressure to his head wound using his sweatshirt.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A male voice asked on the other side of the line.

“I need medical and police response to 761 High Ridge Drive Unit 1. We have an unconscious adult male suffering from some sort of head trauma.” Thor’s eyes traveled down Steve’s form, seeing a knife sticking out of his torso. “Scratch that, a head trauma and a stab wound to his torso.”

“May I ask who I am speaking with?”

“Thor Odinson. I’m a firefighter with the 107.”

“Wait, Thor…this is Bruce; is everything alright?”

“The victim is Steve Rogers. He is bleeding from both his head and his abdomen.”

“Units are on their way. Do you know what happened or how long he has been down?”

“I don’t know. I just came to drop my sister’s Tupperware off, and from the amount of blood, I would assume it hasn’t been long.”

“How’s his pulse?”

“It’s weak, and his breathing is shallow. Come on, Steve, wake up. Help is on the way.” Thor tapped him on the cheek, hearing a small groan leave his lips. “There you are. Good, good.” Thor let out a sharp, relieved breath, taking in his surroundings. His mouth went dry as he glanced over his shoulder at your front door, hearing a dog whining inside. “Steve, Steve, Where is YN? Is she still here?”

“YN,” he wheezed with his eyes closed. “Jig.”

Thor narrowed his eyes at him, not understanding what he was saying. “Jig? Steve, what are you saying? STEVE.” Thor tapped in on the cheek again but got nothing in response. He sighed, rechecking his pulse and nodding to himself when it was still there. “Hang on, Steve.”

“Responders are nearby,” Bruce stated through the phone. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Thor.”

Thor’s head snapped to the street upon hearing sirens, and the gate clicked open, having given Bruce the code earlier. Paramedics came rushing in, taking over his current position and examining him even farther. Thor stood off to the side, hearing nothing, but the sound of his own breathing, watching the medics work quickly. His mind was in a haze, and before he returned to his senses, Steve was on the stretcher going down the walkway. One of the paramedics was standing in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asked again, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Ahhh...yeah,” he nodded at her question. “Of course.”

“The police will be here shortly.” The paramedic patted him on the shoulder, handing him his phone before following her team.

“You still there, Thor?” Bruce asked as Thor watched the flashing lights disappear in the distance.

“Yeahhhh,” he dragged out, bringing the phone to his ear. “YN.”

He opened the door to your condo, and his stomach dropped at the carnage before him. The pillows and blankets that laid on the couch were scattered all around the living room. The small glass entry table Nat gave you was shattered to pieces along with what looked like a broken wine bottle. Photos hanging on the walls were no longer straight, and a few laid broken on the floor.

He gulped, staring at what stood before him. “No, no, no,” he chanted to himself, racing up the stairs. “YN, YN, where are you?” He shouted, looking around your room and bathroom upstairs. He ran back down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. “YN,” he bleated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thor, did you find anything?” Bruce questioned from the phone in Thor’s hand.

“She’s uh….she’s not here. She’s gone,” he sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “All her stuff is here, but she’s gone.”

“All units responding to 761 High Ridge Drive, please be advised we also have a critical missing adult female: YN Odinson Russo.”

“He found her.” Thor’s voice dropped, making his body tensed up. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, causing the hair on his arm to stand up straight. He let out a deep calming breath, but it did nothing to calm him down.

“Hey, man. We’ll find her.”

“Bye, Bruce,” Thor grunted, hanging up the phone. He let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, but he failed you again. He promised you, and now, he broke that promise. He gave you to Billy without even giving you a chance, and Steve almost died in the process.

A noise behind him made his body jerk around in one swift motion with his hands raised, ready to throw a punch but dropped them once he heard it coming from the closet. He took a cautious step towards it and pulled it open, jumping back with his fists raised. He dropped them, seeing Cosmo whining and staring up at him. “What happened here boy?”

Cosmo stepped out of the closet, and that’s when Thor’s eye caught the red marks around his mouth. “Did you bite him?” Cosmo whined, forcing a slight smile to Thor’s lips. “Did I call your kind noisy earlier; well, I meant amazing.” Thor leaned down, scratching him on the head, staring at the stained fur around his mouth. Thor’s mouth spread into a closed-mouth smile with a single tear escaping down his cheek.

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Thor watched the crime scene unit take pictures, seeing the flashes repeat themselves over and over again. He bit his lip, picturing Steve lying motionless on the ground as he tried to imagine a better outcome for you. Were you okay? Were you hurt?

“Hey, big guy. How are you holding up?” Nat asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged in response, not breaking eye contact with the front door. “Do you know what happened?”

He shook his head, catching her eye. “He did it, Nat. I know it was him; It was Billy.”

“Hey, we can’t assume it's him. For all, we know he is still in New York. We will figure this out as long as you let us do our jobs.”

“Are you kidding me?” He stood up straighter, pushing Nat’s hand away from him. “My sister, one of your best friends, goes missing, and you think some random asshole off the street came in, hit Steve over the head, and stabbed him, and then, what...for shits and giggles was like BLEUGH, let’s kidnap her. I mean, come on, who else would want to hurt her, Nat? Who?”

“You don’t think I know that. You don’t think I know what that asshole put her through. You don’t think I suspected it was him when the call came through because I did...and if you think you’re the only one hurting right now, you’re wrong,” She countered, poking him on the chest. Thor clenched his jaw, staring down at her to see tears threatening to fall in her eyes. “You need to trust us and let us do our job. The same way people put their trust in you to save their lives.” She pursed her lips, stepping away from him to go inside to look at the crime scene.”

“She’s right, man,” Clint added, standing off to the side. “Let us do our thing, and we’ll catch him.”

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Thor looked down at his watch, still standing in the same spot on the grass. He was supposed to be getting questioned but like everything else. They were taking their sweet time when they should be focusing on finding you.

“Hi, I’m Detective Nick Fury, and from what I understand, you're YN’s brother.” Thor tilted his head, sizing up the man with an eye patch, noticing Nat and Clint behind him.

“Yes, how can I help?”

“From what my associates have filled me in on, they say you believe it was her ex-husband--” he flipped through his note pad “--Billy Russo. Yet, he lives some 3,000 miles away in New York City, so at this point, he isn’t guilty of anything.” He arched an eyebrow at Thor. “Did he know she was here?”

“Well… no, I don’t think so…but he did tell her if she ever left him, he would kill her.”

“Did YN tell you this?”

“Yes.”

“Did Russo threaten and/or hurt YN before this?”

“Yes.”

“She did file for divorce a day or so ago. It could have put her back on his radar.” Nat spoke up from behind him, and Fury nodded his head, writing a few notes in his notepad.

“We will look into him. Now, you mentioned to dispatch that before Rogers passed out, he mentioned someone by the name of Jig. Does that name sound familiar to you or you two behind me?” Nat and Clint both arched a bow, looking at each other, and mumbled no.

“No, I don’t know him,” Thor answered, furrowing his brows together before his eyes shot open wide. “WAIT, Fury. I remember Steve mentioning this new friend he was playing pool with; I never met him, but now, I know why because it was Billy. He got close to Steve so he could get close to YN.” Fury stared at him, trying to wrap his head around it. “What, you don’t believe me? I mean...look at Steve’s phone. It’s right by the door; check for yourself.”

Fury sighed, looking at him. “It’s a good theory, but unfortunately, the phone is locked. We can’t open it without the victim's consent.”

“He’s in the hospital right now after almost dying. I think that gives you consent to look at any of his things as long as it pertains to finding my sister,” Thor shouted, standing up taller and pointing at the front door.

“They will subpoena his phone records, but it’ll take time,” Nat added, crossing her arms. Thor shot her a hard glare, shaking his head with a vengeful smile.

“This is ridiculous. What if YN doesn’t have time? For all, we know she could be dead already because all of you are wasting time here instead of going out and looking for her. Come on, Billy did this.” Thor said, slapping his hand into his palm. “It’s like every crime documentary I've watched; it’s always the husband, boyfriend, lover, or ex...” Thor rolled his eyes and started pacing back and forth. “He almost killed Steve, and he could--he could kill her next.” His voice drifted off, rubbing his forehead.

“But he didn’t…” Clint stated, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you’re right; Billy did this. He found out where she was and hurt Steve, but YN’s not here...and if all he wanted to do was kill her…”

“...then I would have found her, too,” he sniffled, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“And you didn’t.” Clint squeezed his shoulder. “She was alive when he took her, and we have to hold onto that right now.” Thor gulped, staring blankly at the front porch.

“You’re right,” he breathed, staring down at Clint, nodding to Fury and Nat. “I should let you work. I’m gonna head to the hospital to see Steve...that is if we are done here?”

“We’re done for now,” Fury nodded, watching Thor go to his truck.

“You don’t think you’re gonna find her alive, do you?” Nat asked Fury, crossing her arms across her chest.

“In these situations, the most dangerous time for a woman is when she leaves her abuser. YN knew this, that’s why she was hiding, but if it is him…well, these scenarios usually don’t come with a happy ending.”

“Do we have any witnesses?”

“None.” He shook his head. “At this time, we are still trying to access her security footage, but we did manage to get access to a street camera across the street. The image is a little grainy, but it did catch what looked to be a man forcing her into his car. All we got is a dark-colored sedan, which doesn’t exactly narrow down our search.”

“Nope, it just sounds like a bad guy's car,” Clint added, nodding his head.

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Thor sat on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, leaning his head against the wall. Steve was still in surgery, and by the looks of it, no one found you yet. Bucky and Val showed up a little while ago and were both in the corner talking with Carol, who got there first. Thor sat there quietly, staring at nothing with his blood ragging and fighting the urge to punch something. He leaned forward, hunching himself over rubbing his face with his hands. He sighed, removing his hands, spotting a pair of workbooks in front of him. His eyes traveled up to see Val standing in front of him.

“Mind if I sit?” Thor pointed to the spot next to him and nodded with pursed lips. “I drew the short straw,” Val confessed, forcing him to scoff. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good, great even. The rage, vengeance, and anger coursing through my veins is nothing compared to what Billy is going to be feeling when I find that bastard.” He forced a smile, letting out a soft determined chuckle. Val placed a hand around his wrist, and he stared at her hand, feeling his invisible vail start to slip from his face.

“Everyone is feeling that way right now, but how are you really?”

He cleared his throat, glancing between Val and the floor, letting out a shaky breath. “I uh...I told YN that she didn’t need to keep running, that she should stay here and start over where she would be safe. I would keep her safe,” he sniffled, rubbing at his nose. “She had this dramatic plan all laid out, I was only her first stop, but then I convinced her to stay. I promised her I would protect her and keep her out of harm's way.” He stared off into the distance. “But, he still found her, and I broke our promise. If she left like she planned to and she kept running, he never would’ve found her.”

Val sighed beside him, squeezing his wrist before letting go. “It’s not your fault. Yeah, sure, you might have promised her things, but I know YN wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. Hell, she would smack you upside the head if she knew what you were thinking.” She knocked her shoulder with his, and he smirked, nodding his head. “There is no telling what would've happened if she kept running. He might have caught up with her, he might not have, but if he did, she would’ve been alone and scared.”

“She’s alone with him…now”

“But, I don’t think she is as scared as she would’ve been if it wasn’t for you being there and helping her through this.” Thor caught her eye as a stray tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, hoping it would go unnoticed.. “Dude, she was happy here, and I bet it was the happiest she's been in a long time.”

Thor was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket, seeing Loki's name flashing on the screen. “It’s my brother; I better take this.” Thor stood up, answering it while he walked to a quiet hallway.

“What happened, brother?”

“Why would you assume something happened? I could’ve just called to see how you’ve been or asked about the movie you’re working on.”

“It’s a theatre production, not a film, but seriously brother, what’s the problem?”

Thor walked back and forth in the hallway, not knowing what to say or how to say it. He breathed into the phone, leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Say something?”

“What do you want me to say? That I messed up again. And our little sister is yet again in danger because of me. Or how one of my good friends is in the hospital, fighting for his life.”

“What? She’s gone? How did this happen?” Loki shouted into the phone, forcing Thor to remove it from his ear. “Thor. You had one job, just the one; keep our little sister safe. And you couldn’t even do it,” he snapped with an exasperated tone.

“I did keep her safe. Sorry, I wasn’t coddling her like you did in New York. I, at least let her have a life, make friends, and have fun without me being…”

“I beg your pardon, we had fun here, and she has tons of friends here,” Loki interrupted.

“Well, at least I encouraged her to stay and start over instead of galavanting around like a chicken.”

“Why a chicken?”

“It’s a saying, I don’t remember the other half of it, but it’s not important. YN managed to find a new life, and she’s happy here.”

“I never said she wasn’t happy, and she wasn’t unhappy in New York either. It all comes back to the sleazebag she married.”

“We finally agree on something,” Thor added with a knowing smile. “If only sister could see us now?”

"She isn’t to know about this.”

“She wouldn’t believe us anyway.”

“You have a point there.” Thor could picture Loki’s wicked smirk on his face.

“When can you get here?”

“I’m leaving for the airport now. I’ll see you soon, brother.” Loki hung up, and Thor closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

Thor came back to the waiting room to find Nat and Clint there with their notepads out, probably asking them questions about Steve. He returned to the chair he was sitting in before, hunching himself over and twirling his phone around in his hand with his leg bouncing. He caught Nat’s eye, and he shot her a hard glare, shaking his head. She didn’t even care that one of her best friends was abducted; instead, she was more worried about her job and following orders; when did she decide to finally become a rule follower. Thor heard footsteps approach him, and he looked beside him to see Sam.

“Hey man, I heard what happened. Sorry, I’m so late. I took an extra shift. Everything alright? Do you need anything?” Sam asked, taking the seat next to him.

“No news and I’m doing fine,” Thor gulped, leaning back and resting his hands together on his stomach.

“Any news on Steve?” Thor shook his head, staring straight ahead. “Do the police have any leads on YN?”

“None. As far as I am aware.” He shrugged, pointing to Nat and Clint. “They haven’t told me anything yet.”

Sam nodded, glancing between Thor and Nat, sensing something happened earlier. “How were Steve’s injuries? Was he still conscious?

“They seemed severe, but we’ve both seen worse. He had a gash on the side of his head, a knife sticking out of his torso. There was quite a bit of blood. He was unconscious, but he did manage to say YN and Jig before he passed out again. Never met him, so I don’t know if he has something to do with this. I have my theories, but the police aren’t looking into it. I told them to check his phone to see if Jig’s number matches her ex-husbands and that maybe he was lying about his name, but it’s breaking the chain of custody or some nonsense.” Thor crossed his arms, shaking his head.

“Wait, Steve said Jig,” Sam questioned, and Thor nodded, having explained this multiple times so far. “You know I suspected him to be a little off when I met him at Happy’s. He seemed a little too full of himself with his hair gelled back, and his... “

“You’ve met him,” Thor asked, sitting up straight with wide eyes. “If I bring up a picture of him. Do you think you could recognize him?” Sam nodded, and Thor scrolled through his phone until he found a picture of you and Billy. “Is this him?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy. How did…” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit.”

“I knew it.” Thor shot out of his chair heading straight for Nat.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 16. Oh snap! How did this happen? Things were going so well, her and Steve were going to go on a date, but now she got kidnapped, Steve is in the hospital, and Cosmo got shoved into a closet. And just when Thor was starting to forgive himself for past events, this shit happens! And what is going on with Nat being a rule follower all the sudden? Interesting...And now, Loki is on his way to LA. (I never wrote him before, so I hope I did him justice!!) And for those of you that are 9-1-1 fans, it is similar to the kidnapping episode, you know the one. I like how they concocted it, so I worked off of that, but I did tweak it to my liking. As many suspected, Jig turned out to be Billy. It's a good thing Sam met him that night otherwise who knows how long it would've taken for them to realize. Also, I am curious if any of you Googled the name Jig with Marvel because I did, and he popped right up! Haha! Or did my subtle hints help you figure it out? Anyways, any theories as to what's to come? Will Thor ever be able to forgive himself? Is Steve gonna pull through? Are they going to find her in time? So many questions...I hope you all enjoyed Thor's POV in this part, I thought it would be a good change of pace. Anywho, my ramble is done, comments always welcome! Thanks again for reading!

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I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course.

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

“I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

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