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INFP fanart

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“turn negative thoughts and perception around, start by replacing “you are your own worst enemy” to “you are your own best friend” be there for you. Show up for yourself.”

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“Focus is a matter of deciding what things you’re not going to do.”

— John Carmack

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saw sab inej in that outfit and went crazy for a bit

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we need more representation in media for people who are just dogshit at improvising snappy one liners. too many characters these days can come up with the smartest funniest thing to say in any given situation with zero rehearsal or hesitation and it's just not realistic. we need more guys who say shit like "yeah, well, um, how about you, uh, suck my dick?"

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This might be a silly question. But would Billy from AWS be obsessed with the reader’s favorite things? Like watching their favorite movies, reading favorite books, listening to favorite music, etc? I’m just curious if he would be invested in analyzing it and finding out why the reader loves it.

What a great question! Reminds me of the Abbott Elementary ship ❤️

I think it would depend on entirely what it is. Ultimately, the way I view Billy and Reader in this universe, he'll care about something/someone if *she* cares about it. That's the sole basis of his interest, it begins and ends with her.

As long as it's a thing that doesn't take her away from him, he'll support it lol

I know that doesn't sound romantic and is probably toxic, but that's how they've always been each other.

Thank you for the lovely question! This was fun to play!

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You practically grew up with Maria and that was how you met Billy. The two of you became friends and that bond formed into more but when Billy breaks your heart weeks before a tragedy happens you feel like you've lost everything. Frank showing up at your door changed a lot. You end up neck deep in secrets you never would've imagined had been hid from you.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT Canon Billy. This is him being simply being left with bad options over bad decions

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

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We are watching Twilight, William

Author's note: Fluffy One Shot to make up for the Bond to Happen angst I've been writing.

Warnings: none, fluff, tickling, popcorn throwing

Word count: 900ish

“We are watching Twilight, William. It’s my turn to pick the movie and it’s practically a crime that you’ve never seen it before.” You and Billy have a standing movie night, usually at the beginning of the week when he isn't as busy. Most often, he’d come over to your house with food or snacks and the two of you would talk about your days and enjoy a, generally subpar, movie together.

“All I wanted to know is why you kept sayin’ ‘Bella, where the hell have you been, loca?’ anytime I come over,” Billy says in exasperation and you laugh.

“You don’t have to like it, but you’ve made me sit through the Godfather twice now. I could’ve chosen something much much worse. Really, you should be grateful I chose to be nice.”

“I’m not even gonna ask what you mean by worse.” He shakes his head, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and offering it to you as the opening scene plays.

“That’s for the best, William.” You grin at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna complain the whole time,” he warns.

“You will not! I will allow you to make fun of it, but don’t be whiny.”

“I am not whiny,” he scoffs.

“Shhhh.”

Billy was more or less a good sport through the movie, though occasionally he would make a face and look at you before saying anything.

“Go ahead,” you allow.

“So he’s been watching her sleep?”

“Yup.”

“And wants to eat her?”

“Yup.”

“And she finds that attractive?”

“More or less.”

“Do you find that attractive?” He looks at you warily.

“God no! Most of the men in this are just walking red flags.”

“Which ones aren’t?”

“Emmett is my favorite, total wholesome himbo. Carlisle is decent, though he did put his ‘kids’ who are all technically senior citizens in high school with literal children. That’s pretty iffy.”

“Am I going to regret asking what a himbo is?”

“Wholesome, muscly, dumb.”

Billy nods as if he understands. “I don’t understand women.”

“Maybe you would if you spent more time actually talking to them instead of, well, you know.”

“I talk to them plenty,” Billy scoffs.

“Okay.”

“I do!”

“I didn’t disagree with you, Bill.”

“I’ll spend hours talkin’ with women! They're still a mystery!”

“Are those hours mainly flirting?”

Billy huffs. “I talk with you all the time.”

“Yeah and you understand me.”

“No, I know you. Understandin’ is a whole ‘nother thing, darlin’.”

You chuckle a bit at that and swipe a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

“They let her go into the bathroom alone? Without checking it? Or looking for other exits? Rookie mistakes.” He shakes his head in mock seriousness. “And isn’t Alice supposed to see the future? How come she didn’t see this coming?”

“I dunno. She can’t know everything all the time.” You’re amused at how invested Billy is, even if it is under the guise of criticism. His comments continue through to the end of the movie.

“Well, what did you think?” You ask, finishing up some of the popcorn.

“There is nothing I can say that won’t get me in trouble.”

“Coward.”

“Take that back!”

“Nope.”

“Fine, it was awful but the music was alright.” He shrugs.

“Hah! I knew you would like it.”

“I never said that!”

“You paid attention the whole time! You didn’t even check your phone!”

“That’s cuz it’s us time, not cuz of the movie,” he explains.

“Sap,” you say, throwing a piece of popcorn at his face. Of course he effortlessly catches it in his mouth and grins at you as he chews.

“Are you gonna make me sit through the rest of them over the next few months?”

“Most likey.”

Billy groans at your words, tossing his head back against the couch.

“They get better. Sort of,” you offer, poking his side to get his attention.

“It’s not hard to do better than that,” he says gesturing at the TV.

“You had fun, admit it.” You poke him in the side again. “The movie entertained you even if you hated it.” You go to poke him again and he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him until you fall on his chest. His free hand begins tickling your ribs and you squeal, wiggling to get away.

You try to retaliate with your own free hand, but he somehow scoops that one up as well, holding both your wrists in one hand and continuing to tickle you.

“I yield, I yield!” You shriek with laughter. He stops, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“You started it,” he reminds as you pout at him.

“I was just poking you! You escalated!” You protest.

“What did you expect, sweetheart? ‘Course I did.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he releases your wrists with a chuckle. You lean back a little, but still stay firmly seated on his lap.

“It’s not too late yet, do you want to watch another one or call it a night?” You ask.

Billy sighs in defeat. “Might as well get the next one over with sooner rather than later.”

You grin widely and pull up ‘New Moon’. You rest your head against Billy’s chest and he fixes the blanket around the both of you before wrapping his arms around you.

“Just a heads up, I’ll probably cry at some point during this one,” you warn. Billy rubs gentle circles on your back with his hand. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, 

“S’okay, baby. I promise I'll only tease you a little when you do.”

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[ inky Days - b.r ]

pairing : billy russo x tattoo artist!reader

content : fluff, billy being mean (playfully), childhood best friends to lovers

tag list : @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

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“Billy stop moving or I’m going to turn this butterfly into a dick”

Hitting Billy playfully as you straddles his legs and tattooed his adonis line. You’d done him plenty of times before. A stick and poke of a match when you were 14, the chain on his right shoulder when you were 21, the snake on his left collarbone when you were 27, the tribal tiger on his left bicep at 29, the pocket knife at 30 and now three butterflies at 32. It was nice, moments like this with him. You’d been friends ever since you stole is candy when you were both 3.

“Please don’t tattoo a penis on my hip”

He groaned out, playing with the hem of your shirt as he did. Over the years Billy had become your own personal sketchbook, all your best work was on him and every piece was meaningful. When he started Anvil you were his biggest supporter and no matter how many times he pushed you away you came back. Each time you did he landed himself with a new tattoo, a reminder of your friendship forever inked on his body.

For your 31st he had brought you your own tattoo shop just a block away from Anvil. Now the two of you were both business owners and would come back swapping anecdotes in the luxury penthouse he owned.

“Stop squirming and I won’t have to!”

Your voice was playful and teasing, his hip on your grips getting tighter. The buzz of the tattoo gun filling the air while music played softly in the background. As you finished up you wiped it down as you always did, allowing Billy to look at it before starting after care.

“Thanks sweetheart, what would I do without you?”

It was a rhetorical question, they always were but without you Billy would have never made it to 18. For that he’s forever grateful, even if you don’t know it.

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Can someone write some prince caspian fics I'm tired of reading billy russo fics I'm not even part of the fandom 😔

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God made me this way for a reason. It’d be wrong not to share with the world.

BEN BARNES as Billy Russo in THE PUNISHER S01

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Lovely Morning

Husband!Billy Russo x Wife!Reader

Summary: A lovely morning filled with sweet delights. Breakfast with the Russo family.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3K

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He couldn’t help but stare at you…his wife…of 6 years…6 wonderful married years. It was around 7 in the morning on a Saturday, Billy had woken up to you facing him with your eyes still closed and hair was strewn like an endless (h/c) sea. He couldn’t help but bring you closer to his chest and stroke your soft cheek. He loved to see you at ease and resting after a hard day of work at your bakery shop. Slowly your eyes opened from the tender touches that awoke you. Billy smiled as he watched your hazy (e/c) were revealed, “Hey, morning. Sorry if I woke you.”

You just smiled sleepily at him, “That’s fine. Waking up in your arms is something I look forward to.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Yeah but you love it.”

“Indeed I do,” Billy could not deny the fact of how he loves the way you unconditionally love him back and were such a sap about it.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“It’s 7:15…just go back to sleep,” he tried to coax her but she softly refused his offer, “As much as I want to, gotta get up and make us some breakfast,”

“Why don’t I take over the kitchen,” he offered.

“No, thanks besides I’m making us a special breakfast,” you sat up and got off the bed then grabbed your robe since it was still chilly. “Why don’t you go back to sleep? You’ve been dealing with the new recruits and stuff,” you told him as you fixed yourself in the master bathroom. Billy just laid propped up and turned on the T.V. at a low volume to check the news, “Yeah, it’s been a lot of paperwork, reviews, speeches-” he was interrupted as the bedroom door was opened slowly and there a cute little head poked around before landing their dark orbs on Billy.

“Daddy!” Billy smiled wide as he watched his sweet little girl run on her little legs towards him. She tried climbing up the bed but couldn’t so Billy bent down and lifted her to sit her on his blanket-covered lap. Two years into your marriage, you and Billy welcomed a beautiful baby girl whom you proudly named, Isabella Maria Russo. She was born with a head full of soft black hair and a pair of gorgeous dark brown eyes. All in all, she was a beautiful baby in her parents’ eyes. Sweet little Izzy as she liked to be referred to as, though similar in looks to her father, acted just like her mother. She was a perfect mix.

“What are you doing awake so early?” Billy kissed her soft but messy hair. Izzy crawled to her father’s side and got under the warm blankets. Her head rested on the pillow as she looked up at her father with sparkling dark orbs in wonder. “I’m not sweepy anymore…wanted to be with daddy,” she said cutely. Billy hoped she wouldn’t grow up too quickly.

“Hmm…did the sandman give you any sweet dreams?” he asked her in child-like curiosity. Izzy was a great storyteller when describing her dreams, she liked to read just like Billy, something Billy was adamant that he introduce his baby girl to the world of literature.

“Yeah, he did! This time I dreamt that I was in Candyland and I made new fwends. We had adventures, we ate so much candy…” Billy looked to his daughter listening to every word she said. These were one of the moments he truly enjoyed being a father.

You came out of the bathroom freshened up and caught sight of your baby girl laying by her father’s sides as she talked animatedly with him. You could see Billy lovingly stare at his daughter while rubbing her back while she told him of the crazy dream she had.

“And what is the little princess doing up so early?” you teasingly asked your pride and joy. Izzy looked at you with a big smile on her face shouting, “Mommy!”

“Morning my sweet little angel,” you walked towards your family and sat by them. Your hands caressed your daughter’s cheek, you leaned in to give her little butterfly kisses. The kisses all over her face made the little Russo girl giggle. “Stop mommy, that tickles!” she laughed.

“Why don’t you and your dad watch something while I make your favorite pancakes. And how did you like your pancakes? I seem to forget…what was it?”

Izzy giggled but replied back, “Mommy you know it. I like it fluffy. Fluffy pancakes!”

“Of course,” you laughed, “I was just messing with you. And what will my handsome hubby like for breakfast?” You turned to Billy as he answered back, “Eggs and bacon if you will.”

“Eggs benedict?” she asked.

“With the hollandaise sauce?” Billy loved your eggs benedict. Whatever you made, your husband loved it. A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? You were a great cook and an amazing baker, a bonus for Billy. “Yes, with the hollandaise sauce. And the special bacon,” you kissed Billy lovingly then pulled away as your beloved daughter said “Eww,” while laughing.

“Eww? You don’t like when mommy and daddy kiss?” Billy poked at Izzy’s side, tickling her which caused her to scream in pure laughter and joy. He kissed, cuddled, and tickled little Izzy while you were in the kitchen already preparing breakfast for your family.

You could hear Billy and your daughter playing from the kitchen, their laughter ringing through the house. After some time you called your family to come to eat, “Billy! Izzy! Breakfast’s ready!”

Isabella immediately ran as soon as she heard you announce breakfast was ready. She sure really loved those fluffy pancakes of yours. “Woah, slow down, Izzy,” Billy coaxed her as he helped her to get settled at the table.

“Wow,” Izzy was in awe as you put a plate of her favorite pancakes in front of her. “What do you say?” Billy asked. “Thank you, mommy!”

“You’re welcome, baby,” you smiled at your sweet little girl as she finally dug in.

“Mm...yummy! Try some daddy!” Izzy offered Billy a piece she stabbed with her Cinderella fork. Her father leaned in and took a bite then gave a hum in delight from the soft but sweet flavor of the pancakes his wife made. Billy loved his coffee, black, with less sugar, or no sugar at all, but you, his wife, managed to persuade his taste buds otherwise. Since he met you and tried your dishes, Billy immediately got hooked.

“Really good,” he complimented, “Mommy’s the best cook huh?”

“The BEST!!” Izzy exclaimed as she chowed down her fluffy pancakes with chocolate chips, topped with whipped cream, and strawberries. Just the way she liked it. You, her mommy, always knew what your baby liked.

“And here’s your eggs benedict,” you slid over Billy’s breakfast to him alongside his coffee. Billy thanked you and pecked your cheek. He sat beside Izzy and ate whilst reading the newspaper.

“You want some orange juice, Izzy?” you asked.

“Yes, please.” That made you and Billy proud of Izzy’s manners. Billy came a long way in his career. You and Billy dated since his Marine days and had gotten married before he was discharged from the Marines. Billy alongside his pal Frank, worked hard to put together his company that is Anvil, he and Frank managed to find a trusted funder, some good investors, contacts, etc. Now Billy was a successful CEO, Frank took the position as COO as well as trainer, and their business was quickly expanding. His biggest motivation to working harder was his wife, you, but also his beloved little girl, Isabella Maria Russo.

You and Billy had an important life goal of raising your daughter to be a proper young lady. Billy made it his life’s mission to do everything right by your family, he would do everything in his power to protect you and Isabella.

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Author's note:

Sorry, I know it isn't much. I was really going through some writer's block. So this is what I could put out for dad!billy russo. There'll be more to come, this is just the beginning of my work. Thank you.

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Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

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