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hungermakesmonsters · 15 days ago

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Take Me By The Hand

A Catch Me if You Can one-shot

Plot Summary : It's been three months since you married Billy Russo on that beach in Mexico. Three happy months. Now a shocking discovery threatens to tear everything apart and has you questioning what you and Billy want for the future.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Pregnancy mentions and smutty behaviour.

Word Count : 6k

A/N : I promised a little continuation so here it is. It was really nice going back to these two after so long. If you haven't read Catch Me if You Can, I'd suggest starting here

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Three Months Later.

“Well?”

Karen’s voice broke through your silent panic, pulling you back to the moment.

You stared blankly at the stall door, knowing she was about one second from trying to kick it down to get her answer (and, honestly, you weren’t sure her new Manolo Blahnik’s could handle it).

“I - I can’t look,” you said, your eyes fixed forward while your hands gripped the plastic strip.

If you looked down, everything was going to change. Your whole life would be turned on its head. Ultimately, it didn’t even matter what the result was because there was no way that you weren’t going to feel some strong emotion about it.

“You need to look, it can mess up the result if you leave it too long,” Karen said, toeing the line between being gentle and firm.

“I know, I just - I can’t.”

There was no explaining it, no putting it into words, because you’d never allowed yourself to consider a moment like it. You’d never thought that this was where your life would lead.

“Do you want me to look?” She offered.

No.

Yes.

Truthfully, you wished she’d never put the idea in your head to begin with.

But, you knew that she was right; you needed to look. You needed to know. So, you stood, slowly unlocked the door and let it swing open.

Karen looked about as nervous as you felt, but she tried to force a reassuring smile as she held out her hand. You hesitated for a second before handing over the pregnancy test, feeling like you were going to be sick - and, maybe you would have been, if you hadn’t already spent the morning throwing up.

“Oh,” Karren muttered. “Shit.”

And that did not help matters.

“What? What does it say?” You asked, not even bothering to try and hide your panic anymore.

Karen took a breath and it felt like the longest two seconds of your life.

“It’s... it’s positive.”

“Oh.”

You slipped past her and headed to the sink to wash your hands.

“Oh? Is that really all you’re going to say?” Karen asked, placing the test down and washing her own hands in the sink next to yours.

“I - I don’t know.”

Suddenly you felt numb, like it was all happening to someone else and you were just a spectator. It didn’t feel real and, as much as you tried to think about it one way or another, you didn’t know how you felt about it.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright,” Karen offered.

“Is it?”

“Have you and Billy really never talked about kids before?”

“No...”

To say it out loud made you realise just how ridiculous you’d been - but what was life with Billy if not ridiculous? You’d known him for ten months before marrying him and, now, three months into that marriage, you were realising that you had no idea what he wanted for the future. More than that, you didn’t even know what you wanted.

“Fuck,” you muttered, gripping the edges of the sink and holding on for dear life. “What am I gonna tell him?”

“The truth,” Karen answered, drying her hands. “Tell him the truth so you can decide what you want together.”

“What if we want different things?”

That was what scared you the most, that you might find yourself wanting something that Billy wasn’t prepared to give, or that he might want something that you couldn’t give.

“Billy loves you, whatever happens, you’ll figure it out together.”

Despite your panic, you knew that Karen was right. After everything you’d been through with Billy, you knew that neither one of you would ever give up on the other. He would love you and support you no matter what you chose, and you would always find a way to make sure that his feelings were taken into account. You loved each other too much for anything less.

“You’re right,” you said as you took a slow breath, forcing away the panic.”We’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to tell him straight away, you can take a few days while you figure out what you want, and -”

“No. I can’t hide this from him. I’ll - I’ll tell him tonight,” you said decidedly, wanting to rip the bandaid off instead of letting your worry fester. “He’s picking me up at five - he said he’s got a surprise for me...”

“I think you’re gonna be the one with the surprise...”

“Yeah...”

With another deep breath, you dried your hands and straightened your clothes, thanking Karen for her support before she headed back to her office, leaving you to go finish editing and cleaning up a couple of photographs you’d taken for tomorrow's edition of The Bulletin. And, as you worked, you found yourself clock-watching, counting down the hours until you were supposed to be meeting Billy.

By the time you left work, he was already waiting for you, standing curbside next to the Wraith. There was a smirk on his lips and the way that the low glow of the early evening sun hit his face had you slowing a little to appreciate him.

You really had married the most handsome man in New York.

As he waved, you picked up the pace, bounding down the steps towards him. Despite your uncertainty and worry, the moment you reached him you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. A playful squeal pulled from your lips as he lifted you off your feet and spun you around, leaving you feeling dizzy, drunk on his love.

“I should meet you after work more often,” he muttered against your lips, his arms holding so tight it seemed like he never wanted to let you go.

(You hoped that he didn’t. You hoped that, no matter what happened, he’d never want to let you go.)

“You should,” you said, pressing your face to his neck and holding him just as tight.

Then, reluctantly, he lowered you back to the ground. But he didn’t pull back, didn’t give you an inch of space. After three months of marriage, Billy always seemed most at ease when he had you in his arms.

“So, what’s this surprise you’ve got for me?” You asked, knowing that you couldn’t stay standing on the sidewalk in each other's arms forever.

“It wouldn’t be a very good surprise if I told you what it was, would it?”

Finally, he stepped away, opening the passenger side door and holding it open for you while you climbed into the Wraith. Your eyes then followed him as he moved around the car and slipped into the driver’s seat beside you.

He was barely suppressing a grin - whatever he wanted to show you, he was excited, practically giddy.

You knew that you were going to have to carefully pick the moment to tell him that you might be pregnant, so you didn’t ruin whatever it was that he’d planned for you.

Billy settled in but didn’t start the car, instead his attention turned to you as he awkwardly pulled something from his pocket and offered it to you.

“I’m gonna need you to wear this,” he said.

A blindfold.

For a second you just stared at him, confused.

“This better not be a sex thing right in front of my place of work, Billy,” you joked, but you knew he could sense your nervousness.

“It’s not, but now that you mention it...”

You playfully swatted his arm with the back of your hand the second he started to laugh, rolling your eyes. Looking down at the satin blindfold ( because of course Billy had bought a satin blindfold for whatever this surprise was) your smile wavered a little, nerves threatening to get the better of you.

“I’ll drive carefully,” Billy reassured you as if he’d read your mind, “I promise.”

It brought a smile to your lips to know he understood your reluctance and the discomfort you still sometimes felt while in the car, even though you trusted him implicitly and knew he’d never do anything to deliberately put you in harm's way. You took a slow breath and gave him a nod before donning the blindfold and sitting back.

His hand gave your thigh a brief but reassuring squeeze before pulling away. Then you heard the engine start and felt the car start to move.

During the drive he made small talk, asking about your day and telling you about his. It was something you did every single day, often as a way to decompress and vent about the things that had bothered you so it could all be forgotten for the night. It had become one of your favourite parts of the day, sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine, listening to Billy complain about Frank and share his excitement over new contracts.

While you spoke, you tried to figure out where he was taking you and what his surprise could be, but as the sounds of the city faded into the distance, you found yourself at a loss.

To begin with you’d thought that maybe he was taking you for dinner, but all the fancy places Billy liked to eat were right in the city. So you started to wonder if he was taking you away for the weekend, but you were sure he’d told you he was needed in the office on Sunday.

Every guess brought with it too many reasons why it couldn’t be the case but, if nothing else, you were glad of the distraction, helping you forget about the very difficult conversation you were going to need to have with him later.

After about twenty minutes, the car finally slowed, then stopped. You heard him kill the engine, then step out. There was a sound like gravel as he walked around to open your door that raised more questions.

“Let me help you out,” he said, taking hold of your hand.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he was grinning just from the tone of his voice.

Clearly, Billy was very happy with himself.

Stepping out of the car, your earlier thoughts were confirmed as you felt gravel underfoot. The crunching beneath your boots was, you realised, one of the only sounds you could hear; it was eerily quiet, save for the twittering of birds in the distance. You were definitely well outside of the city.

Billy took your arm in his and slowly started to lead you away from the car, along what must have been a gravel pathway, then he stopped. You heard him take a slow breath, trying to reign in his excitement.

His excitement would have been infectious if it hadn’t been for the worry that was still gnawing at your insides.

“Okay, you can look,” he said, letting go of your arm.

Slowly, almost cautiously, you removed the blindfold and your eyes instantly widened at the sight in front of you; a huge Georgian style house with three floors set in an enclosed bit of land with fences and trees concealing it from the road and from any other homes in the neighbourhood.

The lights were off and, as far as you could tell it wasn’t a fancy spa or B&B.

When you noticed the For Sale sign the penny finally dropped.

While you’d playfully talked about eventually moving out of the city, some part of you had never believed that Billy would ever actually do it. The penthouse was his home, the first and only stable home he’d ever known, the first big purchase he’d made when Anvil started turning a profit.

And you loved the penthouse too, even if you still thought of it as Billy’s home three months into your marriage. Still, as you stood looking at the beautiful house in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what-if.

“You brought me to look at a house?” You asked, smiling awkwardly, too overcome by too many different emotions to really know what to think about any of it.

Billy nodded and took hold of your hand. “I saw the listing a few days ago and - just wait until you see it, you’re gonna fall in love with it.”

He didn’t wait before starting to lead you towards the house, looking as excited as a kid at Christmas as he pulled the keys from his pocket.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a realtor or something to show us around?” You asked.

“I pulled some strings so we can look around just the two of us.”

You gave him a look that said it all; of course he did.

Billy half-lead, half-pulled you into the house and into a large reception room, hitting the lights on his way in. His eyes fixed on you and drinking in the sight of you getting your first look at the interior of the house. There was a large wooden staircase leading up to the first floor, and the space alone was bigger than the apartment that you’d shared with Tammy before moving in with Billy.

Before you could even think to comment on the space or how spectacular it looked, Billy was steering you through another door and into the main room, the living room. There was a huge brick fireplace and, without any furniture, the space just seemed impossibly massive.

Instantly you found yourself thinking about gatherings, parties, that you could hold in the space, and how it would look with a large Christmas tree in the corner. And, of course, such thoughts had you spiralling, thinking about how the room would look filled with gifts for a child, and how Billy’s face would light up with another person to spoil rotten.

His hand tugged yours, pulling you from the thought as he guided you to the patio doors. Despite the fact that it was slowly starting to get dark outside, you could still see well enough to see the massive backyard and the -

“Is that a swimming pool?”

It felt like some crazy fever dream. That is, until you remembered who you were married to. The house and everything about it was so completely and utterly Billy; stylish but ostentatious, charming but completely over the top.

Billy stood behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as you both looked out.

“Just think, in the summer we’ll be able to spend days by the pool, drinking beer and getting wet,” he murmured in your ear.

The innuendo wasn’t lost on you but, while Billy was thinking about poolside sex, you were starting to worry about keeping a child safe around a swimming pool. You’d need to keep an eye on them at all times, and you’d have to make sure they learned to swim at an early age and -

Again you started to think about Billy with the child, picturing him in the pool, your child in his arms, kicking as splashing as he taught them to swim, making sure they were always completely safe.

Slowly but surely, you started to realise that you wanted it. You wanted to see Billy with your child, sharing tender moments and all the love that you knew he was full of but often didn’t know what to do with.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked softly.

You realised that you’d been quiet, not even responding to his joking. You turned in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips to reassure him.

“I’m fine, this is all just... unexpected,” you explained. “But it’s amazing. Just - just a lot to wrap my head around.”

Billy nodded before gently taking your hand again and leading you through an adjoining room; the dining room.

Fortunately he didn’t linger, otherwise you would have been overwhelmed with thoughts of feeding times and Billy making ridiculous airplane noises while trying to get the baby to eat.

He didn’t stop until you were in the kitchen, turning to grin at you as your breath caught.

It was sleek and modern, a wide open space with an island in the middle, a breakfast bar and double oven.

“What do you think?” He asked, letting go of your hand so you could explore.

“We could have so many dinner parties,” you answered excitedly, running a finger over the marble countertop. “I could bake so many cakes, and learn to make fresh bread...”

The possibilities were endless.

It wasn’t even that the kitchen in the penthouse wasn’t amazing, but this kitchen had so much space, and you felt like you’d be able to cook and bake whenever you wanted without disturbing Billy.

You let out a squeal as Billy suddenly lifted you off your feet and deposited you on the island, instinctively parting your legs so he could stand between them and press his body close to yours. As he leaned in to kiss you, your fingers slipped into his hair, never wanting to let him go, never wanting to forget the way he made you feel.

“I like these counters,” he muttered against your lips, “they’re just the right height.”

To prove his point, he pressed his hips to yours, letting you feel the soft outline of his cock between your thighs. He wasn’t hard, but you knew just how quickly that could change if you decided to indulge him. But there was still so much of the house you wanted to see.

Laughing, you held him close. “Have you been looking around try to find all the best places to fuck me in here?”

Billy grinned and it was really all the answer that you needed.

“I’ve definitely been thinking about how much fun we could have in front of the fireplace in winter,” he said before capturing your lips in another eager kiss.

The spark between you would never fizzle, the want and longing you felt for each other would never go away - at least, you hoped it wouldn’t. You hoped that your secret wouldn’t be enough to destroy things.

You forced the thought away. No matter what came of telling Billy about your potential pregnancy, there was no part of you that thought he’d leave you over it. There was no part of you that would let him.

“Now I get why you didn’t want a realtor showing us around,” you said, your fingers still curled in his hair. As much as you might have wanted to stay in that moment forever, you were curious about the rest of the house and you knew the longer you dragged things out, the harder it would be to tell him. “So, where’s next on the tour?”

Billy’s grin stayed firmly on his lip as he helped you down from the counter and took your hand again. You loved seeing how excited he was to share everything with you, to show you a house that could potentially become your home, a home that you could build together.

He led you up the stairs and to the end to the end of the hall, opening the first door. It was a sizable bedroom with a modern ensuite bathroom. With no furniture, there wasn’t much to see so he quickly moved to the next door and opened it.

“I thought this one could be a good office for you,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “We could put in a desk, some shelves, and you could edit your photos in here, and there’s space upstairs that you could use as a studio.”

It almost brought tears to your eyes to hear just how much thought he’d put into it, wanting to make sure that you had space for your photography, something you didn’t really have in the penthouse.

The next three doors were more bedrooms, then there was another room that Billy explained would be his office. You weren’t sure why he’d chosen that room in particular until you were led into the next room; the master bedroom.

He wanted his office close to the bedroom, so he could be near you when he had to work late.

Unlike the other rooms, there was a king sized bed in the master bedroom and the en-suite had a clawfoot bathtub as well as a walk-in shower that was more than big enough for the two of you.

Strangely, it was the sight of the bed that broke you. While everything had been mounting up since you’d taken the pregnancy test hours before, it was the thought of lazy Sunday mornings in bed with Billy that had tears starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes.

Sniffling awkwardly, you turned away from him, fingers scrubbing at your eyes, desperate to keep the tears from falling.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked, confusion and worry warring for place in his tone.

You had to force yourself to turn back towards him, still desperately trying to fight the tears that were determined to fall. Your lips parted but no words came - you weren’t sure what to tell him or how to even start to explain.

“Sweetheart,” he said again, his voice threatening to break. “What’s wrong? Please - tell me what’s wrong. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

For a few seconds all you could do was shake your head, knowing that you were about to change everything.

“You’re scaring me,” he confessed softly and your heart broke.

“I -” you managed to force the word, knowing that you couldn’t stay silent, “- I think I might be pregnant.”

“What?”

His question hung in the air between you for a few seconds as you mind scrambled over all the different ways he could mean that one little word. Billy’s expression gave nothing away, like he didn’ know exactly how to feel because he didn’t understand what you were trying to tell him.

“I thought you were...” he started and then stopped. “I thought you were on the pill.”

“I was - I am, but -” you took an awkward breath, “- last month, when we went to visit Sam...”

There was a flicker of realisation on his face; you’d forgotten your pills and, after a few too many glasses of wine, you were both more than happy to forget about protection in favour of intimacy.

“I’m so sorry,” you continued, the worry you’d spent hours trying to suppress finally bubbling to the surface.”I know we’ve never even talked about having kids, and I don’t know if you want even them and I - I just don’t want you to think that I did this on purpose, because I didn’t. I promise, Billy, I -”

“Hey, sweetheart, hey,” he said firmly, taking your face in his hands and stopping you from descending into further panic. “Just breathe, okay? I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. How could I be?”

He was right, how could he be upset? If you were pregnant it was because of a bad decision that you had made together.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, not sure what else you could say.

“What are you sorry for?” He asked softly, still holding your gaze as he gave a reassuring smile.

You hesitated for a moment, uncertain before admitting; “I don’t know what I want.”

“You don’t know if you want a baby?”

You nodded.

Billy didn’t say anything, instead he gave you time to put your thoughts and feelings into words.

“When Scott wanted kids, I was terrified. I knew he’d be a terrible father, and I couldn’t bear the thought of putting a child through that, but with you...” you trailed off, thinking of all the little moments you’d pictured as he’d shown you around the house, thinking about the future you could have together. “When I think about how good you are with Sam’s kids I - I know you’d be an amazing father. You’d love and cherish our baby, and keep them safe, but I...”

“What?” He prompted gently.

“What if I fuck up? What if I fuck up like I did with Lilly?” You asked, your voice turning quiet.

His arms wrapped around you almost instantly, and you found yourself pulled tight against his chest. In the time you’d been together, you’d confided with him more and more about your little sister, the events surrounding her death, and how you still felt responsible, so you knew Billy completely understood what you were trying to say.

“You won’t,” he said with absolute certainty.

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you, sweetheart. And I know me. And between the pair of us, I know that there’s nothing that we wouldn’t do to keep any child of ours safe and happy,” he told you firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I won’t let you fuck up, just like you won’t let me fuck up.”

Pulling back a little, you stared up at him.

“Does that mean... do you want to have a baby with me?”

Billy looked at you, seeming a little lost in the moment, and you couldn’t blame him. It was a lot to drop on him, especially when you were looking at a house and he’d been planning out your child-free future.

You weren’t the only one with childhood trauma; he’d been abandoned and hurt, he’d been left feeling worthless and alone. And, as he looked at you, you could have sworn that you saw a flicker of the uncertain boy that he used to be so many years ago.

He had just as many reasons to fear parenthood as you did.

“I’d never leave them,” you said as a gentle promise. “I’d never do what she did to you. And I’ll never leave you either.”

“I know you won’t.”

“And I would never let anyone hurt them the way you were hurt.”

He looked at you for a second, his eyes wet as he slowly blinked, fighting to stay in control of himself.

“We protect each other,” he said, “and we protect our child.”

“Does that mean -”

Again, there was another pause.

“Yes. I want to have a family with you,” he finally said.

For a few long seconds, he just stared into your eyes, then he was kissing you again, stealing your breath and the last shreds of your sanity. You barely noticed you were being moved until you felt the wall at your back, and the press of his body against yours.

“If we’re having a kid, we’re definitely gonna need a big house like this one,” you muttered against his lips, smiling and feeling like a weight had been lifted from you.

“Good thing I signed the papers yesterday.”

“What?”

“The house - it’s already ours, sweetheart.”

Despite your best attempts to pull back and wrap your head around what he’d just told you, you found yourself lost in his kiss again. All the changes that were suddenly happening in your life left you feeling dizzy and, for the longest time, you let him kiss you because it felt like the only sane and rational thing in your life, the only thing that made any sense.

“You bought us a house?” You asked when you finally managed to pull yourself from the kiss long enough to speak.

“I did,” he answered, finally pulling back a little, letting you see the sheepish smile on his lips. “I know I should’ve waited, but I fell in love with it when I saw it, and I wanted to surprise you.”

“I love it too. It’s perfect, Billy.” Then a beat later, you added; “thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” He asked, confused.

“Because you’re amazing and I love you so so much and -” your voice trembled under the weight of your emotions, “- and I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for you. You make me so happy, Billy.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. You’re everything to me and all I ever want to do is make you happy.”

“You do, Billy. You’re the best husband I ever could have asked for, and I know you’ll be the best father to our baby.”

He looked at you, unable to speak, unable to find the words to express everything he was feeling, but he didn’t have to. You already knew just by looking at him what he wanted to tell you, all the emotions, all the untempered love that was raging behind his dark eyes. So you decided to make things easier for him, and you kissed him again, pulling his body against yours, communicating in a language he understood and spoke fluently.

From there it could only escalate.

Greedy hands pushed his jacket from his shoulders and your fingers started to tug at the buttons of his shirt, while he helped rid you of your blouse. The kiss became more hungry and Billy’s hands roamed your body, looking for the zipper holding your skirt up. You barely noticed it slipping down your legs, but there was no missing the sound of his fingers tearing through your tights and then your panties.

“Billy! How many times -”

Before you could even finish your complaint, his lips had covered yours again, swallowing down grumbles and moans alike. Honestly, you’d all but given up on trying to stop him from destroying your underwear, knowing that he’d replace it, and that he’d quickly developed a fondness for taking you lingerie shopping.

Once his shirt was open, your own hand started to tug at his belt, rushing to get it open before starting on the fastenings of his pants, while Billy’s fingers dipped between your thighs.

By that point it was almost like a dance and you both knew the steps well. Billy knew just how to touch you to make you shiver and keen against him, your fingers pushing down his pants and boxers while his fingers started to work you into a frenzy.

“I love you,” he muttered as his fingers stirred between your folds.

Your back arched, your own fingers lightly gripping his cock, drawing a groan from Billy. You had all the time in the world but there was something rushed and desperate about the moment, a need you both felt to be with each other in the most primal of ways.

You moaned as a finger slipped inside of you and hitched your thigh on his hip. It didn’t take much to get you ready for him, his finger alone had you feeling wet and needy for your husband, eager for so much more.

He lifted you off your feet without ceremony, still kissing you as his finger was replaced by his cock. One of your legs wrapped around his weight while the foot of the other pressed back against the wall, letting you move against him and meet his thrusts as he started to fuck you.

It wasn’t a gentle thing - it couldn’t be, not when you were both feeling so much. You were reestablishing your connection, showing the other that, even though so much had suddenly changed, that the way you felt about each other was still the same. You loved him. Every single part of him, the rough and the gentle.

“Billy,” you cried out, over and over, your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your neck. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Once upon a time those words had been so difficult for him, but now they came freely and you knew he meant them.

Your hand slipped to the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair and forcing his head back so you could look at him, so he could see the utter sincerity on your face.

“I love you too,” you told him. “You’re mine.”

“All yours, sweetheart.”

And, that was that. It was all that needed to be said. Nothing was going to change between you, not really. Even with a baby, you’d still love each other just the same; you’d be yours and you’d be his.

You came suddenly, his name on your lips as you did.

Billy slowed but remained inside you, unsated. He smiled, watching you as you fell apart for him, biting his lip as your fingers continued to tug at his hair.

Before you could even come down from the high, he was carrying you across the room towards the bed.

The moment you hit the mattress, you couldn’t help but start laughing.

“I was wondering why the bed was the only piece of furniture in the whole house,” you said, pulling him close, reveling in the weight of his body on top of yours and the way he felt inside of you.

Billy’s lips pulled into a grin as he stared down at you. “Well, I was hoping that this was how the tour would end. I wanted to... give it a good climax.”

You laughed again, shaking your head, but before you could say anything, Billy started to move his hips again. This time he fucked you with long, slow strokes, allowing you both to enjoy the moment. It didn’t last long but Billy managed to pull one more orgasm from you before his own hit.

For a few minutes he stayed on top of you, reluctant as ever to pull out or move away from you, and when he did move, it was only to roll onto his side beside you.

You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling of your new bedroom, while Billy began to absentmindedly ghost his fingers over your belly in a way that almost tickled.

“I’ll have my office in the room next to yours,” he said, breaking the silence.

Frowning, you turned your head to look at him.

“The nursery should be next to the bedroom,” Billy explained.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” You asked, a warm fondness filling you.

“Well, we’ve only got eight months to figure everything out.”

Seeing him already making new plans, completely altering his life for you and a baby made your heart feel like it was going to burst. You'd always loved Billy deeply, but in that moment you loved him even more that you’d ever thought possible.

“What else are you thinking about?” You dared to ask.

“Well, with a nursery, we'll still have two spare rooms…”

It took you a few moments to grasp his meaning.

“You mean… you want more than one?”

“Sweetheart, if we're doing this, we might as well do it right,” he said, grinning as he lifted his head to kiss you again.

“How many do you want?” You asked, laughing at how surreal it all felt.

“Well, I think the first one is going to need a friend, a sibling to have their back,” he said, trying to sound serious while fighting back a grin, “but the two of them will probably need a third to help them settle arguments...”

“Three? You want to have three kids?”

Being one of three, it shouldn’t have seemed like such a shocking idea to you but, given only an hour ago you’d been terrified that the thought of a baby might tear your marriage apart, you really hadn’t been expecting things to move so quickly.

“Three to begin with -”

“To begin with?” You interrupted.

Billy laughed at your panic, pressing his lip to yours.

“If they’re yours and mine, I want as many as we can have - a whole baseball team,” Billy said, as if it was the most reasonable and rational request. “It’ll take a lot of work to make that many babies, but I’m up for it if you are.”

“You’re insane, Mr Russo,” you said, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back into another kiss, “and completely insatiable.”

A/N : I've been wanting to do this for a while and I'm glad I finally got the chance. Even though I was always happy with how I ended CMiYC, I've always had loads a little head canons about how their happily-ever-after plays out. In the future I'll probably do more of these little one shots.

For regular follows of my blog, I don't think I'll be posting anything proper next week, though I'm hoping to at least have a sneak peek for my next full fic that I'm going to start posting on the 31st, but next week is basically going to be spent planning the next Billy fic and the new Bucky fic I want to start sometime next month, and maybe doing requests? I'm not sure yet, watch this space (I'm bad at planning things.)

Also I think I got everyone that asked to be tagged in Billy things? If not, please yell

Billy Russo Tag list :

@oliviaewl @lincerad @xxxsweetcarolinexxx @benbarnesprettygurl @dreadfulxives18 @danzer8705

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Kathleen Hanna Roleplay Account Introduction

Scenario: Kathleen heard all her other music friends talk about blogging on Tumblr and she wanted to try it out for herself💕

Please be 15 or Older to Look at this account, Riot GRRL is a very Mature and adult movement but for the kiddy winks who are interested go watch Moxie on Netflix.

If you don't like the account then block it, simple as that but don't go harassing me or any other rock roleplay accounts because of your hatred.

This Account is all Parody, I do not know Kathleen Hanna own the rights to any bikini kill/Le Tigre/Julie Ruin songs and am only a harmless fan.

Bands

BIKINI KILL

LE TIGRE

Bikini Kill is an American punk rock band formed in Olympia, Washington, in October 1990. The group originally consisted of singer and songwriter Kathleen Hanna, guitarist Billy Karren, bassist Kathi Wilcox, and drummer Tobi Vail. The band pioneered the riot grrrl movement, with feminist lyrics and fiery performances. Their music is characteristically abrasive and hardcore-influenced. After two full-length albums, several EPs and two compilations, they disbanded in 1997. The band reunited for tours in 2019 and 2022, with Erica Dawn Lyle on guitar in place of Karren.

Le Tigre (/lə ˈtiːɡrə/, French pronunciation: [lə tiɡʁ]; French for "The Tiger") is an American electronic rock and riot grrrl band formed by Kathleen Hanna (of Bikini Kill), Johanna Fateman and Sadie Benning in 1998 in New York City. Benning left in 2000 and was replaced by JD Samson. They mixed punk's directness and politics with playful samples, eclectic pop, and lo-fi electronics. Like with many bands in and from the riot grrrl movement, many of the lyrics addressed feminist themes and ideas. The group also added multimedia and performance art elements to their live shows, which often featured support from like-minded acts such as the Need.

Bio on Kathleen

Kathleen Hanna (born November 12, 1968) is an American singer, musician and pioneer of the feminist punk riot grrrl movement, and punk zine writer. In the early-to-mid-1990s, she was the lead singer of feminist punk band Bikini Kill,and then fronted the electronic rock band Le Tigre in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Since 2010, she has recorded as The Julie Ruin.

In 2009, Hanna made her zines, art pieces, photography, video, music, journals, and other material which focus on the early formation of the Riot Grrrl movement available at the Fales Library at New York University. A documentary film about Hanna was released in 2013 by director Sini Anderson, titled The Punk Singer, detailing Hanna's life and career, as well as revealing her years-long battle with Lyme disease. Hanna is married to Adam Horovitz of the Beastie Boys.

1968–1988: Early life and feminism

Hanna was born November 12, 1968, in Portland, Oregon.

At age three, her family moved to Calverton, Maryland; as Hanna's father changed occupations, the family moved several more times.Hanna first became interested in feminism around the age of nine, after her mother took her to a rally in Washington, D.C. where feminist icon Gloria Steinem spoke.

In a 2000 interview with BUST magazine, Hanna recalled: "My mom was a housewife and wasn't somebody that people would think of as a feminist, and when Ms. magazine came out we were incredibly inspired by it.

I used to cut pictures out of it and make posters that said 'Girls can do anything', and stuff like that, and my mom was inspired to work at a basement of a church doing anti-domestic violence work. Then she took me to the Solidarity Day thing, and it was the first time I had ever been in a big crowd of women yelling, and it really made me want to do it forever."

Hanna's interest grew when her mother checked out a copy of Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique from the library.

Their involvement in the women's rights movement was done quietly during Hanna's childhood, due to her father's disapproval.

Upon her parents' divorce, Hanna returned to Portland and attended Lincoln High School and Grant High School.

After high school, she relocated from Portland to Olympia, Washington, to attend The Evergreen State College in the late 1980s.

During this time she worked as a stripper to pay her tuition.

"My parents didn't go to college. I felt lucky [to attend]." While at Evergreen, with fellow student and photographer Aaron Baush-Greene, she set up a photo exhibit featuring the pair's photography, which dealt with sexism, violence against women, and AIDS – issues that were heightened for Hanna when she volunteered for SafePlace, a domestic violence organization.

However, the school administrators took the photos down before they had the chance to be viewed, an act of censorship that prompted what Hanna refers to as her "first foray into activism": the creation of Reko Muse, an independent feminist art gallery, with friends Heidi Arbogast and Tammy Rae Carland.

Hanna began doing spoken word performances that addressed sexism and violence against women. Eventually, she abandoned spoken word in favor of music after a conversation with one of her favorite writers, countercultural icon Kathy Acker. Hanna recalled,

Acker asked me why writing was important to me, and I said, 'Because I felt like I'd never been listened to and I had a lot to say,' and she said, 'Then why are you doing spoken word—no one goes to spoken word shows! You should get in a band.'

Hanna then formed a band with Arbogast and Carland, called Amy Carter, which put on shows before the art exhibitions.

1989–1999: Bikini Kill

Later, Hanna started another band called Viva Knievel that toured the United States for two months before disbanding.

Upon returning to Olympia in 1990, Hanna began collaborating with Evergreen student, drummer and punk zinester Tobi Vail after seeing a performance of the Go Team (a band made up of Vail, Billy Karren, and Calvin Johnson) and recognizing Vail as the mastermind behind the fanzine Jigsaw that Hanna greatly admired and loved.

In October 1990, Hanna and Vail joined with Karren and bassist Kathi Wilcox to form Bikini Kill, which soon became part of the seminal early-1990s Olympia, Washington music scene. One goal of the band was to inspire more women to join the male-dominated punk scene.

While Bikini Kill were in Washington, D.C. during summer 1991, Kathleen recorded with two side projects, featured on the compilation cassette A Wonderful Treat: Suture (with Sharon Cheslow and Dug E. Bird), and Wondertwins (with Tim Green of Nation of Ulysses). Bikini Kill, Suture, and Wondertwins all performed at the International Pop Underground Convention in August 1991.

Bikini Kill's first release for the Kill Rock Stars label was a self-titled EP produced by Ian MacKaye of Fugazi.

Bikini Kill then toured the UK, recording a split LP with UK band Huggy Bear. This tour was filmed and the band was interviewed by Lucy Thane for her documentary, It Changed My Life: Bikini Kill in the UK. Upon returning to the U.S.

the band began working with Joan Jett, who produced their single "New Radio/Rebel Girl". After the single's release, Hanna began co-writing songs with Jett for her new album.

At the same time, Hanna recorded her spoken-word "Rockstar", released on a 7-inch single in the Kill Rock Stars "Wordcore" series; and "I Wish I Was Him", which appears on the KRS compilation Rock Stars Kill. The song, written by Ben Lee about alternative rock heartthrob Evan Dando,was originally recorded by Lee's band Noise Addict.

The first two Bikini Kill EPs were released on CD as The C.D. Version of the First Two Records in 1993.

The band released two more full-length albums, Pussy Whipped in 1994 and Reject All American in 1996, and in 1998, Kill Rock Stars released Bikini Kill: The Singles, a collection of the group's seven-inch and compilation tracks. Bikini Kill amicably disbanded in mid-1998.

2000–present: Le Tigre and the Julie Ruin

After Bikini Kill's breakup, Hanna began working on a solo project called Julie Ruin. The project was created entirely in Hanna's bedroom using a $40 drum machine. One self-titled album was released under the Julie Ruin pseudonym, and was partially inspired by the work of feminist theorist Julia Kristeva.

Hanna said of the project:

Girls' bedrooms sometimes can be this space of real creativity. The problem is that these bedrooms are all cut off from each other. I wanted the Julie Ruin record to sound like a girl from her bedroom made this record but then didn't just throw it away or it wasn't just in her diary but she took it out and shared it with people.

While in Portland, Oregon, Hanna began working with friend and then-zine editor Johanna Fateman on a live show for Julie Ruin. The collaboration resulted in the two briefly forming a band called the Troublemakers, named after a G. B. Jones film, which ended when Fateman relocated to New York City to attend art school.

Hanna soon moved to New York City, and with the addition of filmmaker Sadie Benning, they started another band called Le Tigre based upon a more electronic style of music, similar to the sampler-driven sound Hanna had begun to explore with Julie Ruin. (She later revealed to Bust magazine that she was "totally broke" at this time and ate oatmeal daily.)

Hanna refers to it as part of a "Punk Feminist Electronic genre".

The band recorded for the Mr. Lady Records label, its first recording being an eponymous album which included the singles "Hot Topic" and "Deceptacon." Benning then left the band and was replaced by JD Samson for their second album, Feminist Sweepstakes.

Mr. Lady Records folded, and the group switched to Universal Records for the 2004 release of This Island. Hanna left the band in 2005 due to illness; she was later diagnosed with late-stage Lyme disease.

According to the Le Tigre website, during her time off from the band, Hanna volunteered as a band coach for the Willie Mae Rock and Roll Camp for Girls. She also taught an art class at NYU's grad school in the Fall 2007 semester and attended interior design classes.

In 2010, Hanna DJed at the Museum of Modern Art, later joining the Raincoats on stage to cover the Slits' Vindictive.

Also in 2010, Hanna announced she was rebuilding her 1997 act Julie Ruin, turning it into a full band called the Julie Ruin with Kenny Mellman and Kathi Wilcox, and that they would be creating a new record.

The band played their first show at Knitting Factory in New York City which included songs from Bikini Kill and Le Tigre, and one new composition.

From 2010 to 2013, director Sini Anderson worked on a documentary on Kathleen Hanna titled The Punk Singer, documenting her works from Bikini Kill to the Julie Ruin.

It premiered at SXSW in 2013.

In June 2013, Julie Ruin released its first single, "Oh Come On". An album, Run Fast was released in September 2013 with the band going on tour.

The band cancelled the tour planned for May to September 2014 due to Hanna's Lyme disease condition deteriorating.

DISCOGRAPHY

She has since recovered and begun performing again. The Julie Ruin's second album, Hit Reset, was published in July 2016 by Hardly Art.

Bikini Kill

Revolution Girl Style Now! self-released cassette (1991)

Bikini Kill EP, Kill Rock Stars (1991)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah split LP with Huggy Bear, Catcall Records (UK), Kill Rock Stars (US) (1993)

Pussy Whipped, Kill Rock Stars (1993)

The C.D. Version of the First Two Records (compilation of the Bikini Kill EP and their half of the Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah split LP), Kill Rock Stars (1994)

Reject All American, Kill Rock Stars (1996)

The Singles, Kill Rock Stars (1998)

Julie Ruin/The Julie Ruin

Julie Ruin, Kill Rock Stars (1998)

Run Fast, TJR Records (2013)

Hit Reset, Hardly Art (2016)

Le Tigre

Le Tigre, Mr. Lady (1999)

Feminist Sweepstakes, Mr. Lady (2001)

This Island, Universal (2004)

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