#Krista dumont

[straytheskies]

"We've talked about this. Be kind to yourself. Hang in there."

[kevinfeiges]

Floriana Lima as Krista Dumont THE PUNISHER SEASON 2 (2019), created by Steve Lightfoot

[distinguishedkryptonitecreator]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

Pairing: Ex Billy Russo x reader(mentioned), ft. Dinah Madani, Krista Dumont.

Series: The punisher.

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Even though you and Dinah weren't friends, you knew the same pain, maybe it wasn't so bad to share it after all.

Note: English is not my native language, so some words may not make sense, apologies in advance.

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"Can I bring you something? Water or tea?" the doctor asked as she closed the door behind you.

“Tea is fine for me,” you replied. She nodded in recognition and looked in Dinah's direction, whose eyes scanned the room suspiciously. “Yes, I'll have Whiskey.”

"Is that your preferred medicine, Agent Madani?" the doctor asked.

“Stop doctor, you called us, remember?”

The doctor seemed to notice the agent's growing discomfort and she apologized. You felt her eyes move over you, assessing you. “Sorry, it's custom, please take a seat.”

You sat next to Agent Madani. To tell the truth, you never thought you would find yourself in the same room with the last lover of the man you once loved. Karma or destiny? You didn't know.

“Nice color,” you pointed to her walls.

“Thank you very much,” she gave you a half-hearted smile before taking a seat in her surprisingly blue chair.

You and Madani looked at her in silence as the doctor seemed to gather her thoughts. Neither of you knew exactly why you were here, but a part of you felt as if the doctor knew something that you didn't. You had never exchanged more words than necessary with her, not even when you started supporting Mahoni with the investigation. Call it anxiety or intuition, but it was part of your job as a detective, and wrong or not, you had a feeling and you couldn't let it fade into thin air.

“I don't know how you live like this, without knowing if someone you arrested or convicted could return one day and became obsessed with you, blaming you for everything” a bitter expression settled on his face. “It's so easy to create that image in your head, even that becomes a reality that you do not want to happen”

No doubt you were more than familiar with the feeling Krista seemed to be describing. After everything that happened with Matt and Fisk, you couldn't even remember a day when your soul would rest without the need to wake up in the middle of the night with sweat drenching your face and the vision of tragic futures.

And unfortunately, like Dinah Madani, you had placed your trust in the wrong man. Against everything your heart was screaming at you, he had used you. He had kissed your cheek softly before pushing you into an abyss. Although maybe that was always Billy Russo and you never wanted to see him, and now that the blindfold has fallen from your eyes you have no choice but to accept reality.

“When Billy Russo escaped I didn't feel that way, and now all that overwhelms me. I was stupid, right?”

Both you and Dinah responded in the negative. You couldn't allow someone else to take responsibility for the actions of others. Not from Billy.

"Of course not, it's not your fault, Billy has always thought of himself, you're not guilty of that," you replied.

“She's right” .Dinah supported you. “but she escaped weeks ago. Because right now?.”

Dr. Dumont's eyes seemed to glaze over. She watched her shift uncomfortably in her seat before staring at them. “ I treated Billy for a long time, he had memory loss, mental, physical and emotional blackouts. You two, for example, how did he end up like this? Much of her anger was born from not having answers to those questions. And I'm afraid he's going to come back for them.”

Your heart raced at the mention of his name. Your mind stopped registering the words exchanged between the doctor and Dinah, beginning to navigate through a thick red haze.

For a long time you believed that you were capable of keeping your emotions at bay, and even forgetting. But that feeling of uncertainty that settled in your soul never left. You felt hurt, used, and assumed that something similar was happening to Madani, of course, each for her own reasons.

However, it was difficult for you to understand that the same man who had always been soft and gentle with you, who always seemed concerned about your well-being and who even seemed confident enough to tell you fragments of his harrowing past, was the same one who would have been complicit in the death of Frank's family and, above all, participated in a vile and dirty conspiracy.

Was he ever honest with you?

“You have been very quiet, detective. Is there something bothering you?” .Your eyes focused on Krista. You didn't know how much time you had spent thinking that you didn't realize that both women had their eyes on you.

Madani abandoned her drink next to your cup of tea on the center table and watched you carefully. You ran the palms of your hands over the fabric of your pants. “I met Billy in a cafe near Anvil's headquarters. To tell the truth, that day I was in over my head and all I wanted was to get some coffee.” - You squinted your eyes trying to remember the details. “I was so moody that when I bumped into him and spilled the coffee on him, I didn't even bother to apologize and left.”

A part of you clung to that day when you got upset with a stranger for something that was obviously an accident, yet he didn't seem upset at all, and had even apologized to you, claiming that he was busy on his cell phone, so he didn't. I had seen you. That day was not the only time they saw each other, later they continued meeting in different places and you even came to think that it could be more than a coincidence.

They soon decided to approach each other and strike up a normal conversation, go to a bar and maybe have a drink. After what seemed like a totally unexpected turn, they shared phones and made an appointment to see each other again. Nothing sexual ever happened with you.

They began to have a strange type of friendship that involved a slippery Billy Russo who spent most of his free time hanging out in your apartment and sitting on your couch while he waited for you to get home. A routine full of comfort that both had acquired. You had gotten used to Billy and he seemed quite content to share his time with you.

Or at least you thought so.

“The last time I saw him, I confronted him. I told him I knew everything,” you said sadly. This was the first time in a long time that you had talked about this with anyone other than Karen, Foggy, and Matt. “I looked him in the eyes, I asked him for the truth and the only thing he said was that he had done it for both of us. For our future together.”

Maybe you imagined it, but you thought you saw a kind of grimace on the doctor's face.

“ Believe me when I tell you that I never knew of your existence. If I had known, I would never have messed with him.”

Tears threatened to escape your eyes. You couldn't cry, especially in front of them, however, before being a detective and everything that entailed, you were also human. And in the last few months you could feel nothing but sadness, confusion and anger.

“ I know Dinah, I know it's not your fault. We were just pawns in a bigger game. And I know I'm going to sound a little hypocritical, but I can't help but feel guilty for everything, for what he did and what happened to him. It's like a damn disease.”

Dinah gave you a compassionate look. In reality, she more than anyone was able to understand the meaning behind your words, her two friends had been taken from her, she almost died from a gunshot to the head and to this day she is unable to rest easy knowing that Billy is somewhere. living place And after listening to you, after talking about everything, she finally felt liberated. It's difficult to explain it because she, like you, had been fighting for some time against demons that followed her wherever she wanted to go.

She gave you a sympathetic look and she walked over to you to take your hand.

“No matter what you think, you did the right thing, you trusted your judgment and your morals. Billy chose his path and trampled on everyone he considered an obstacle. None of us can continue carrying that burden for him, much less clinging to this stupid fear that only seems to feed him.”

You looked at her surprised, not knowing how to react.

“I know this seems like it won't end, but it will, we'll take care of it. He will not be able to change who we are and maybe just maybe, one day we will no longer remember this feeling.”

With glassy eyes you nodded and before Dinah could react, you gave her a hug. You felt drowned and lost for a moment, but she was right, you were brave and stubborn, not to mention that you had helped your friends bring down the empire of a powerful New York criminal.

You loved Billy but you weren't the kind of person who would accept injustice just because of that fact. It hurt and you felt a bitter pressure in your chest, but no one would ever be above justice and you wouldn't give in to the opposite. You had a strong moral compass and you had to cling to it fervently. You were just waiting for what Madani would have told you to happen. That you will ever forgive yourself for all those things you did and couldn't do, that you could finally get that man out of your heart and above all, that the fear would fade until there will be nothing left but the ashes of what some day was a passionate love.

It was about time.

“Do you know? I think I do want some whiskey.”

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[goorehaus]

diary of a wimpy kid style diagram

[wearethherdrapes]

Krista Dumont girlie, what’re we doin???

[theinheriteddutchess]

This is amazing and I agree.

Also believe, Having a bond doesn't even mean something bad between a therapist and client, as long as it's healthy. You can care for one another as a human being, but therapy has a goal. And if your attachment mean you can't help them, because you're becoming biased or start existing where you normally wouldn't... Well we get Krista.

Someone who isn't thinking of the betterment of her client. She actively enabled Billy and aided him to become worse (or, since he isn't a good person in the first place, at least doesn't try and make him less violent and entitled). She became selfish and way too personal. Whether it's similarities with her father or because she's attracted to him, she got lost in her own trauma and desires... And seeing her lack of empathy for others, she herself needs desperate help.

She latches onto Billy easily. (Before he even "earned" it) And after that she's fixated on him, everyone else is basically an obstacle or expendable. She shouldn't have taken him on as a client, but she shouldn't be a therapist either. I don't think she's stable enough.

You worded this way better and I'm just ranting, but yeah... Mercer gave Dex stability and compassion and a goal to work towards, that was beneficial to himself and others around him. The complete opposite.

NMCU showing how a good v/s bad Psychotherapist

can and do positively/negatively impact an individual's life and their mental health.

After seeing Daredevil Season 3 with Mercer's portryal of a rather accurate Psychotherapist (which was a breath of fresh air, honestly) , I couldn't help but compare the journey of these two characters.

Knowing techniques and clinical terms (something Krista emphasises by saying "that's not the clinical term for it") is not all that is required to be a therapist.

Being a psychotherapist requires a certain kind of attitude. An attitude of objectivity, non-judgement, genuineness and empathy to create a safe-space where client can think and work on their own issues by themselves. Emphasis on their own issues- Psychotherapy is FOR the CLIENT to work THEIR issues and NOT for the therapist to work out theirs - objectivity comes in here-but Krista wasn't objective the moment she let Billy inside the first time and didn't call the cops and even Billy understood that and that was seen when he said "See, this isn't all about me, is it?" because no she wasn't objective and was working through her own trauma of almost dying as a child by a father who loved her so much and clearly needed help and the guilt she carries over it and even anger at what transpired.

Hence, the moment she lost her objectivity and let him in to her home and didn't call the cops, she wasn't a therapist to him (in true sense of the profession and word)

Read below to further she the wrong choices she made as a Psychotherapist.

Krista Dumont and the actions that make her a bad Psychotherapist

1) Her hiding Russo - not once but twice.

The first time - you can give her a benefit of doubt that after all she is human too.

But then when he tries to leave, she stops him from leaving by saying "you think I will let you use me?" "the ones who left behind are always blamed" and "I will not be the reason you die" showing that she doesn't see what's happening to Billy as what's happening to Billy, only. No, it is coloured by what she saw happened with her father. The frustration and guilt she couldn't understand his health, his pain and couldn't help him. The sense of blame and guilt she carries. The anger that her father had used her like that to hurt his wife - even if it meant his and his child's death.

And she didn't take her time to acknowledge this or process it, even if her note shows that she sees similarities between KM and Russo "I wonder why stronger the man, the lesser they are to admit their pain and ask for help".

How when Russo said that he also maybe in the wrong and "not who he thought he was" when exploring his memories she doesn't even explore it and instead puts forward her own opinions of what Frank did to him was cruel, unfair and wanted him to suffer. By doing this she took the chance from Billy to explore his thoughts and feelings that could have helped him make different choices, this time around and could have helped him in redemption.

She should have refused him as a client from beginning, if she thought she could handle it earlier and later discovered that wasn't the case, she could have referred him to another Psychotherapist. However, she chose not to and that says a lot in itself.

2) Confidentiality

The information shared in a therapy session between client and therapist is strictly confidential and not revealed to third party unless there is a risk that client may harm themselves or others. In fact, during such instances therapist are obligated to report it required authorities.

Krista broke the clause when she let Jake- a vulnerable individual's thoughts and emotions be heard by another person. Another person being Billy Russo - who in his past has shown tendency to manipulate and exploit vulnerable people to make Billy feel better, something she knows because of his past history even if he himself doesn't know it. Yeah, see therapist don't choose favorite clients.

The other time she screwed up confidentiality clause was when she didn't reveal complete files she had on Billy to Brett Mahoney, you know a cop from NYPD. Some information that could have helped police understand him better and maybe get him caught sooner.

3) How she treated Madani

She knew Madani wasn't in a good mental space after with happened with Russo, how she came in twice into the hospital to see his plastered and masked face.

IN SPITE of knowing that a person isn't holding up well, she called the said person and lied and pretended about not hiding Billy and asked a question by which Madani is haunted about how if she feels responsible for people and afraid they will create more problems by holding her responsible when she says, " I don't know how you live with it. Not knowing that someone you arrested or convinced may comeback at you someday and fixate on you as the cause of their problems. Its so easy to build that up in your mind until it becomes a reality you were afraid to come true" and further asks "Am I being ridiculous?" to convey how shaken up she is or how she choose to call out on Madani's habit of drinking to cope by saying "Scotch? Is that your choice of medication" and then proceeding to give her wine.

All of this exploitation of a vulnerable person's mental health so that she could make her "patient"/ lover happy and boy did she.

4) Helping Russo commit crimes and harm more mentally vulnerable people

She exploited Madani (a mentally vulnerable person) to cause a break down in Frank (another mentally vulnerable person grieving the loss of his entire family that was aided by a man he thought was his family, brother and best friend) so yeah, all chills, no biggie

So she told Billy to "Take away the one thing he has left. That somehow he is better than you" break his sense of morality that is central to his code as a vigilante and to identity of an individual.

And he Billy did that- he murdered three innocent women just to hurt Frank and even he acknowledges what they did was dark- his roundabout way of expressing empath or semblance of that feeling but Krista?

"It was a dark thing... that we did. How do you feel? I mean, those women, they're... they're dead because of you."

"I didn't know them" - she couldn't even muster enough empathy to find it in herself to hold herself accountable and admit what she did was wrong.

5) Not trying to make it right even at the end

In the end when Madani lets Krita know her jig is up she doesn't surrender herself - because she does not think she did wrong by aiding in murderas, by leaving her clients vulnerable to exploitation (Jake), exploiting Madani for her own gain, mentally harming Frank- no instead she physically attacks Madani, trying to burn her and stab her.

Mercer and the actions that make her a good Psychotherapist

In the first session itself, right from the first moment she shows Dex unconditional compassion and respect that probably no one has showed him when she said "Oh, my mistake. Dex it is. That's a good name. Makes you very unique" when he corrected her and said "Dex. My name is Dex" when she called him Benjamin.

After Dex confesses to her about harming the coach she says "it is your fault but it also isn't, confusing isn't it?" and goes on to explain from his drawing how he is in the corner surrounded by emptiness around him and that now they could work together to get people on his side.

And then this scene- when Dex wants to kill her for leaving him- even then she explores and asks "is because you don't want to see me in pain and suffer?" she could have easily asked him to kill her- end her pain and suffering but she didn't because she knew doing that would kill the small light that there is there in him.

Instead she tells him "Death will aways win. Eventually. Death when it comes naturally can be a beautiful event which is why one must never hasten it with violence"

We may have seen two scenes with Mercer and Dexter however, her impact is seen throughout the show. And that is because of therapist-client bond and alliance they established in therapy.

A good therapist- client bond is essential for client's good recovery and positive psychotherapy outcomes because for therapy to work not just inside the therapy room but even outside in the real world where there are multiple variables that cannot be controlled and the only thing you can control is how you react to it in an adaptive manner with the skills you learned via psychotherapy.

It's because of this bond that Dex lived for a long time by her words

"Your internal compass isn't broken, Dex. It just works better with a North Star to guide you."

"What if I can't find one?"

"Then you'll rely on our structure. A tidy physical space. A disciplined vocation. You will build your life on pillars of order"

It is seen he lives by this words by keeping a tidy and clean physical space - something Matt att and Ray comment on- place is tidy and orderly, by having a disciplined vocation as a soldier, as a FBI agent, when he tells the lawyer who ray bought that he doesn't care anout payback salary but needs this job.

How he reached out to Julie again after what he did at Bulletin because he still wanted to change.

And Fisk took this away from him when he murdered Julie and sent a message as her asking to never messags him again, when Fisk sakd he would never abandon him and that he should be himself, how he said that "I am sorry true heroes aren't valued today and that is shame" the same thing Dex said when he said "if i did what i did with a mask and costume on (killing the Albanians even after they surrendered) I'd be applauded" which I bet Fisk knew because of the CCTV's and/or one of his paid FBI agents.

Concluding Remarks:

In conclusion, Mercer was a good therapist because she always gave Dex the chance to keep fighting to continue choosing a better version of himself and didn't bring her own issues into therapy.

Krista on the other hand, in a lot of ways made choices for Billy because she didn't see Billy as soley Billy, she saw him as opportunity to correct her past mistakes and heal from the trauma she experienced- essentially making her the focus of therapy.

A note- if you want to read more about my take on Dex's diagnosis and psychotherapy - here you go.

[muutosarchive]

10 Krista please and thank you.

VERY  NSFW  GIF  PROMPTS!    / @prettytm

𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. the couch she sits on now occupied by her face, with her dark hair tossed over her shoulders.

some fluttering hair tickles along the woman's scarred spine, mouth open in a gasp. krista can hardly break a moan from the depths of her throat, as each hard thrust makes her rock against the plush of the sofa cushion below. the man grunting as he propels her forward.

his nails dig bloody crescents into her back to keep her pinned down, which is ultimately what causes urgent expression to tighten at the brow, when he increases his speed. "god, billy!" she shouts, eyes shutting as she revels in the pain of the act. "i need you."

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Five

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 - some smutty content

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Just a handjob in a public place and Krista Dumont being an unprofessional bitch. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~3.9k

A/N : It’s the night of the gala and Billy and reader are actually going to spend some real time together (it only took five chapters 😅) Thank you so much to everyone who's still following along with this!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

The night of the gala came around a lot quicker than you wanted it to. Saying you were panicking at the thought of it all was something of an understatement; you even thought about cancelling but you and Billy hadn’t exchanged numbers and the thought of calling Anvil and leaving a message with his secretary seemed far too cruel.

You enlisted the help of Tammy to find an appropriate dress, though throughout the shopping process you had to put up with her jealous comments and her trying to dress you in something far more revealing than you wanted. But, in the end you found a forest green, long sleeved dress with a high neck that hugged your body enough to tease your curves without being so tight that it was uncomfortable. The only thing you weren’t sure about was the slit that ran up the left side of the skirt from ankle to thigh, but it was the only dress you had tried that didn’t make you uncomfortable.

Tammy managed to save you a second time when you realised that you had nothing but boots and sneakers, letting you borrow a pair of her Louboutin sandals. And, by the time you (or, rather Tammy) had curled your hair and put on some make-up, you felt like an entirely different person - you felt good, better than you had in a long time, almost like you really could be one of those women you’d seen hanging off Billy’s arm when you’d Googled him.

Between seven-thirty and eight you sat in silence, just watching the clock, anticipation and dread warring inside of you over what you were about to do. He’d said that your night together could be whatever you wanted it to be, but you still had no idea what you wanted.

When the knock at the door finally came, you felt your heart stutter.

And there he was; flowers in his hand and wearing a black tux that just screamed fuck me. You were lost for words but, luckily for you, so was Billy. Your cheeks warmed as he looked at you, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you from head to toe and, even though the dress left plenty to the imagination, you felt naked in front of him.

“These are for you,” he held out the bouquet to you, twenty-four roses, each flower a deep shade of red.

“You didn’t have to,” you answered as you took them, but you were so glad he had, “they’re beautiful, thank you. Let me just -” you glanced over your shoulder, “- I’ll just put them in some water.”

When you stepped back, Billy stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him and following you towards the kitchen. At some point Tammy had made herself scarce, leaving you completely alone with Billy. You didn’t dare look back, you could hear him only a step behind you, and you knew if you turned that you weren’t going to make it to the gala. 

You stopped at the sink to fill a jug for the flowers, Billy’s hands appeared on either side of you, gripping the edge of the work surface, boxing you in. While the jug filled, you did your best to ignore him, but the sound of his heavy breathing had your heart fluttering. Once the roses were in the jug, you turned to face him, not expecting to see the hunger in his eyes, like he was barely holding himself together.

“Billy,” you said softly, “we’re going to be late.”

“I know.” He answered, but didn’t move, like he was stuck there, like something was holding him in place and he didn’t dare let go because he didn’t trust what he might do.

Slowly, cautiously, you lifted a hand to his face, gently touching his cheek. His expression softened and he seemed to relax a little. You had no idea what was going through his mind right then, but if his racing thoughts were anything like your own, then you wanted to help soothe him, help calm him down.

“We’ve got all night,” you reminded him.

There was no need to rush; you could savour your night together, take your time. He looked at you, knuckles turning white as his fingers gripped harder, his shoulder ticking upwards. Your thumb softly brushed against his cheek and you smiled at him.

“Okay,” he finally relented with an awkward exhale. A second later, he released his grip on the counter and offered you his hand. You took it without hesitation. “C’mon, Karen and Frank are probably wondering where we are.”

“Wait - why?” You asked as he led you back towards the door, stopping for a moment so you could grab your coat and bag from the back of the sofa. 

“They’re in the limo -”

“Limo?”

Billy didn’t answer, he just laughed, keeping hold of your hand as you tried to navigate the stairs from the third floor while wearing Tammy’s shoes.

And, just as he said, there was a limo parked in front of your apartment building, the back door already open with Karen half hanging out. She climbed out to meet you, wearing a red silk gown that made you feel underdressed.

“Oh my god, you look amazing.” She said, moving toward you and pulling you into an unexpected hug. Billy’s hand kept hold of yours, tensing ever so slightly.

“So do you, I mean - wow.” 

“Are we going or what?” A voice called from the limo. Frank. 

“Told you he hates these things,” Karen laughed as she turned and headed back towards the limo.

A few minutes later you were all in the limo, on your way to the gala. Billy pulled out a bottle of champagne and started filling glasses, but his attention never strayed from you for long.

“So how did Bill manage to convince a girl like you to go out with him?” Frank asked. 

“He wore me down with his constant begging,” you answered, nudging Billy with your elbow.

“How did you two meet, anyway?” Karen asked before Billy could jump in and say something clever.

You told them the story, leaving out the awkward kiss, and going to great efforts to paint Billy as a gentleman. As you spoke, you felt his fingers over yours on your lap, like he was trying to silently thank you for not making him look like a creep in front of his friends.

The drive didn’t take long, you barely had time to finish your second glass of champagne, but by the time you arrived you could tell Billy was itching to get out of the limo and away from all the little questions about the two of you. It didn’t occur to you until later why that was; his friends were trying to get to know you as a couple but you and Billy both knew that there was an expiry date on whatever this thing between you was. You’d have your one night, then he’d be left to explain to his friends why it didn’t work out.

Flashing lights by the door caused you to pause, Frank and Karen carried on oblivious, but Billy had his hand in yours and noticed the second you started to falter.

“What’s wrong?” Concern quickly filling his tone.

“It’s stupid, I just - I don’t want my picture taken.” You didn’t want to be some woman on a Google search when the next person looked Billy up. You didn’t want anyone to know you were there; at the gala or in New York.

He looked ready to argue, to tell you it was just a photo, or give you some line about how you looked, but he didn’t. In one look at you, Billy seemed to understand how uncomfortable you were.

“I can get us in a side entrance.” 

“That’s not - you should go get your photo taken. It’ll be good for -”

“I’m not here to get my picture in the papers or on some shitty blog, I’m here to spend time with you.” He didn’t waste anymore time on the matter, and neither did you, following after as he took you to a side door and got some of the staff working the event to let you in.

Once you were inside, you dropped your coat off at the coat check and you and Billy found your designated table in the massive, ornate ballroom. Karen and Frank were already there, talking to another man who Billy introduced as Curtis; the one who helped run most of Anvil’s charity work. A few more of their friends turned up - mostly ex-Marines like Frank and Billy - and, soon enough, you were sitting back and watching Billy and his friends. And, again, his hand found yours, lacing his fingers through yours, holding you tight as he continued to laugh with his buddies. No one else seemed to notice and that seemed to suit Billy just fine; he didn’t want to make a spectacle of it, he just wanted to touch you.

Food was served and speeches were made, and eventually people started to move towards the dancefloor, slow dancing along to the music. And it was nice, despite your reservations, you didn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest and, once you’d started to get familiar with Billy’s friends, you were able to hold whole conversations with them, some involving Billy and some not, but his hand always found yours again.

Eventually Karen managed to drag Frank onto the dancefloor and Billy’s other friends started to disperse. Billy saw someone he recognised across the room, someone that he needed to quickly talk to but, rather than going with him, you decided that you were going to head to the bar and get yourself a drink - something that he grudgingly went along with, if only because he seemed to realise just how overwhelming it was for you to meet all these people who knew him.

Once at the bar, you felt a little better, like you could take in what was going on around you without feeling like you were stuck in the middle of it all. You couldn’t see Billy, but you did manage to catch sight of Frank and Karen on the dancefloor enjoying themselves, and you found yourself wondering if Billy liked to dance.

“You should be careful with William,” a voice at your side sounded over the music, pulling you from your thoughts. It took you a moment to realise that she was talking to you and that by William she meant Billy.

“Sorry?” 

“William, he’s dangerous,” she told you, “men with his kind of trauma tend to exhibit emotional dysregulation and can become quite violent.”

“I don’t - who are you?” And just what was she trying to tell you.

“I’m just someone who’s concerned for your safety.” Like that answered anything. She didn’t seem to care what you thought about anything she was saying or the confusion on your face, she just carried on like you’d asked for her opinion on any of it. “His abandonment issues mean that he’s also prone to obsession and paranoia when it comes to those who get close to him.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re -” 

“Have you slept with him yet?”

“That’s none of your -” but, still, she didn’t seem to care about what you had to say.

“His hypersexuality tends to manifest itself in deviant behaviour, so if you plan on sleeping with him tonight -”

“Don’t you have anyone else to bother, Krista?” Karen was suddenly at your side, glaring at the other woman. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen her so annoyed at someone, but if this Krista cared about Karen’s anger, she didn’t let it show.

“I was just offering a friendly warning,” she answered, though her eyes stayed fixed on you. 

“The only one who needs a warning here is you, so why don’t you crawl back under your rock and leave Billy alone.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, confused and concerned, not really sure what was going on. Krista looked ready to say something else but when she noticed Frank was walking towards you, she simply gave a shrug and walked away.

“You alright?” Asked Frank, his attention on Karen while you sank back against the bar, feeling very out of place.

“Fine, just dealing with the psycho-bitch,” she answered him before both of them turned their attention to you.

“Who was she?” You dared to ask, even though you weren’t really sure you wanted to hear the answer. “And why did she say Billy’s dangerous?”

“She’s his ex,” Frank offered.

“And because she’s a fucking psycho who refuses to move on.” Karen added. “She got it in her head that she could fix Billy, she spent months trying to take him apart and put him back together again how she wanted him to be.”

“But why?” You didn’t want to know but you felt like you needed to. If there was any chance that this Krista was right about Billy, you needed to know. Nothing about him had ever seemed dangerous, but you knew from experience that the people who could hurt you the most were usually the ones you least expected.

“She was his shrink,” Frank explained reluctantly, obviously feeling as uncomfortable in all of this as you. “It was a few years before they started dating, he got hurt, and she started getting in his head. And, when they got together she used everything she knew about him to -”

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” Karen interrupted, placing a hand on your arm. “She wanted him to be broken so she could be the one to save him. She’s a psycho with a god-complex.”

A jealous, psycho ex; that was something you could understand better than most and, if anything, she’d made you want to spend this night with Billy even more, because you knew exactly what it was like to have people only see the absolute worst in you. And you definitely knew what it was like to have an ex drag your name through the dirt. Besides, it was just one night. What was the worst that could happen in one night? 

“Bill’s like a brother to me,” Frank stated, pulling you from your spiralling thoughts, “but if I thought he was a danger to anyone I never would’ve let him bring you here tonight.” Despite not knowing Frank very well, there was something about the way he spoke, about the way Karen looked at him that told you it was the truth. You nodded, feeling a little better. “Just maybe don’t mention any of this to Bill.”

“Don’t mention what to me?” He appeared over Frank’s shoulder, grinning from ear to ear when his eyes found yours. And, somehow, when he looked at you, you just knew; Billy Russo wasn’t a danger, at least not to you.

“I was just telling Frank that I wanted to dance,” you answered before anyone else had the chance, “he told me I’d have to mind my feet because you’re a terrible dancer.”

“Please, Frankie’s just jealous he doesn’t have moves like mine,” he practically shoved his friend out of the way so he could get to you, offering his hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you how wrong he is.”

The moment your hand was in his, Billy was leading you on to the dancefloor and pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your waist, hands settling on your lower-lower back, perhaps a little lower than was decent, but you didn’t care. Your hands found his shoulders and, before long your head was resting against his chest and every breath you took was him; his warmth, his cologne and the clean smell of his suit. It all felt perfect. For a moment you felt him move and you were almost certain that he smelled your hair, but you didn’t move to look or confirm anything; you didn’t care.

One song finished and another started, then another, and another. And you were content to stay there, in his arms, moving in time with the music. 

“How am I doing?” he asked softly and you realised that it was probably the longest you’d ever known him to stay quiet.

“Definitely proving Frank wrong,” you answered.

And, then, silence again.

At some point your hand shifted on his shoulder, moving up towards his neck, your fingers lightly curling the hair at the nape of his neck. His arms pulled a little tighter around you and, for a moment you thought you could feel the outline of his cock against your thigh. You kept dancing, your other hand soon moving to his neck.

After what felt like a lifetime - a wonderful lifetime - you raised your head, wanting to look at him. Or, more precisely, wanting him to look at you. Your knees turned weak as he stared down at you, tongue running across your lips as you tilted your head just a little, and Billy leaned, his lips almost meeting yours.

Then you were moving, your hand gripped tight in his as he led you away from the dancefloor and out of the ballroom. Soon enough, you found yourself in an empty hallway, the music fading to a near-nothingness in the background, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your heart hammering in your chest. Billy looked like a man possessed as he finally turned to you, his hand finding your hip and leading you back against the nearest wall.

“I've been wanting to get you on your own all night, sweetheart,” he muttered softly, sounding barely restrained. “I wanted to let you enjoy the party, but I can't do it anymore. I need to have you all to myself.”

“I wondered why you'd been so quiet,” you smiled at him, your hand finding his cheek.

“You make me feel like I'm losing my damned mind...” his dark eyes fixed on yours, sparking with desperation, “I don't wanna share you with anyone else anymore.”

“You don't have to,” you breathed, sinking closer to him.

The way he looked at you in that moment had your heart pounding. He wanted you. Billy Russo wanted you.

Finally, he kissed you, leaving no space between your bodies. It was a hungry kiss, his tongue laying siege to your mouth as he tried to get his fill of you. Your arms made their way around his waist, pulling him closer, holding him tight. Again, you felt something pressed against your stomach, and this time there was no question about it; Billy was hard. He’d been hard while you were dancing together. (He was hard for you.)

A moan passed between your lips, though there was no telling if it had come from you or Billy. He dominated the kiss, reminding you of the party, how he’d pressed you back against the bathroom door and kissed you just like that. But you needed more, and judging from the way he was pressed against you, so did Billy. 

If it was only going to be one night, you needed everything.

You didn’t even think as your hand slipped between your bodies to cup his bulge through the fabric of his pants. The groan that came next was definitely from Billy, and if he had any issues with you groping him in such a public place, he kept them to himself. In fact, his hips soon moved to press himself against your hand while his own hands remained useless at your waist. There was nothing he could do while you were still wearing your long gown and that put you at an advantage, an advantage you wanted to make the most of.

Fingers pulled eagerly at his belt, then the button and, finally, the zipper. And, all the while, he kissed you, not wanting any of it to stop. By the time you had his cock in your hand you’d almost completely forgotten where you were, and nothing but Billy mattered.

His hand covered yours, molding your fingers around his cock, dragging your hand up and down his length, showing you what he wanted. Then he released you, leaving you to run your hand from root to tip, exploring the feel of him and the weight of him in your hand. His cock turned thicker the harder he got, leaving you imagining the way he’d stretch you if he fucked you. (When, you corrected, when he fucked you. Because once you had him in your hand you knew there was no turning back.)

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, obviously enjoying what you were doing and it just made you want to do more, it made you want to pull every desperate sound you could from him.

Your hand wrung around him, brushing across the crown, thumb tracing the slit until it started to leak with beads of pre-cum. You spread the wetness across his tip before continuing to drag your hand along him, all the while doing what you could to swallow Billy’s eager moans. Your grip tightened, feeling bolder as your hand stroked up and down, loving the way his cock strained in your grasp. More beads of pre-cum formed and every time you felt them against your thumb, you found yourself longing for a taste.

Groaning your name against your lips was all the warning he managed to give you before he started to pulse in your hand, coming undone with a barely restrained grunt, and letting his head fall back. You managed to angle him away from you in time to save your dress, but your hand was soon covered while it continued to pump his shaft, making sure you wrung every ounce of pleasure from him and making a sticky mess of the both of you.

When he was finally done and you were both left panting, you pulled back your hand and looked at it for a second, oddly proud of yourself. You couldn’t resist lifting to your lips, licking his cum from one of your fingers, finally getting a taste of him. Before you got the idea to clean the rest of your hand, Billy’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, urging your hand away from your mouth.

“If you don’t want me to tear that dress off you, you should stop doing that.” Billy warned while his other hand fished a handkerchief from his pocket. You almost wanted to tempt fate and see just what he’d do but you didn’t want to risk getting caught there more than you already had. Billy wiped himself clean, before cleaning your hand and setting his clothes to rights.

“We’re going.” It wasn’t a question or a suggestion, he didn’t even give you time to answer before taking hold of your hand and leading you back towards the party. His grip didn’t loosen as he led you through the crowd and towards the coat claim, slowing only momentarily to call his driver to tell him to pull the car around. You followed after, staying as close to him as you could; you were his for the night and the thought of any distance between you just seemed insane. He let go of your hand only momentarily, to help you slip your coat on and, before you knew it, he was eagerly leading you outside.

Billy waved off the driver as he moved to open the door, leaving Billy to open it and bundle you inside. He wasted no time sliding in beside you and closing the door, finally getting you all alone. Before you could even think about getting comfortable, he pulled you onto his lap, hands pushing the fabric of your dress up your thighs so you could comfortably straddle him and helping you shrug out of your coat.

The limo shuddered to a start and Billy’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, secure. 

His.

(At least, his for the night.)

Chapter Six

END NOTES : I really enjoyed writing this part, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thanks for sticking with this and thanks for all the likes! If you want adding to the tag list drop me a comment (I think it's working properly???). The next part should be up same time next week and, from the looks of it, it's going to be pretty long.

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Take Over

Pairing: Crime Lord!Billy x NYPD!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s fair to say that the Russo case has taken over your life. But maybe you’re okay with that. The Punisher Season 2 AU (where literally everyone except Billy dies)

Warnings: reader’s boyfriend is a pushy asshole, mentions of canon level violence and death, the reader is into violence (probably as much as Billy is but she hasn’t admitted that to herself yet), alcohol consumption, kinda suggestive flirting.

The lifeless body of the Punisher was delivered, beaten and bloodied, to Homeland Security.

Desperate for justice, Agent Madani had followed the trail only to run into Krista Dumont. When Dumont consequently fell to her death, Billy Russo was there on the sidewalk to witness her last moments.

In a siege of violence, Billy had stormed into Dumont’s apartment, firing a burst of bullets towards Madani. He had choked the life out of her himself.

Within the space of twenty four hours, the only two people capable of stopping Billy Russo were dead.

There was no stopping him now.

Six months later, you’re a key analyst working on NYPD’s case against Russo. The research knocks you down the rabbit hole, spending countless late nights reading and investigating. Soon, there’s no one who knows him better than you.

This knowledge and understanding of Russo unsettles your colleagues, and your superiors refuse to listen to your predictions - even when you’re proven to be right. All in all, work is a hell of your own making.

When your boyfriend Callum asks you to join him on a night out at a new club you’re tempted to say you’re too tired. It wouldn’t be a lie. But then you feel bad.

Over the last few months you feel like you’ve neglected Callum, but you’ve been so busy with work, alongside managing all the household tasks since the two of you had moved in together. So you agree.

It’s only you reach the entrance that you realise this is one of Billy Russo’s clubs.

Nerves twist over in your stomach, but there’s no reason for Russo to suspect you of anything. There’s no reason for him to even be here, at this club, tonight.

As usual, Callum finds some supposed old friends to catch up with, leaving you alone at the bar.

When the atmosphere shifts, you turn and watch as Mr Russo descends the stairs in the corner. Music continues to thrum through the building, but to you it might as well be silent as you watch him.

The crowd parts for him as he makes his way towards the bar. Staring hard at the liquors lined up over the wall, you fail to see how his eyes linger on you. A shiver runs through your body at the sound of his voice as he speaks to the bartender.

“My usual. An’ another one-a those.”

He gestures towards your glass with a casual lift of his fingers as he sits down, dropping his jacket onto the seat beside him.

“Thank you, but you don’t need to, sir.”

He shakes his head with a coy grin.

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be drinkin’ alone.”

Cheeks warming, you look down awkwardly before you stammer quietly,

“Oh, erm, I’m not here alone.”

Not that it happened often, but if someone hit on you your usual response would be to tell them you have a boyfriend. When had you become so embarrassed to admit that Callum is your boyfriend?

Conflict filling you, a glance over towards the dance floor has you grimacing lightly as a girl practically grinds against your boyfriend’s body.

Mr Russo looks you up and down carefully, before he takes a drink.

“That your fella?”

You nod with a small hum.

“Unfortunately.”

You smile at the bartender as she places the fresh glass down in front of you. Swallowing half of the contents in one go, you relish at the burn in your throat that matches the emotion burning in your chest.

Mr Russo is wearing a fitted khaki sweater, and what looks like a black tee underneath. Casual clothes, but he looks the most put together out of everyone here. Maybe it’s the way he holds himself.

His dark hair is slicked back away from his face, stylish and practical, giving his scars nothing to hide behind. It’s been almost a year and a half since the Punisher had left those scars on his face and they’ve healed well.

From the doctor’s notes that you’ve read, there hadn’t been much hope for him even after he survived the surgery that saved him.

The fact that he was able to sit near you and have a conversation was a miracle, let alone manage a flourishing criminal empire.

You shouldn’t be impressed by that.

“You deserve better.”

Swivelling your head back to look at him, you find Mr Russo’s eyes are staring directly at you.

“Excuse me?”

His expression doesn’t falter.

“You heard me.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I need to know you to know that you deserve better than that?”

He raises a brow, gesturing with his face back towards the dance floor. Two girls are now dancing over Callum, and he seems to be enjoying all the attention.

When he manages to catch you gaze you give him an unimpressed look. He starts to move towards you, prompting you to finish the rest of your drink, leaving a tip for the bartender as you stand.

It’s then that you notice Mr Russo has disappeared.

At that moment, your boyfriend arrives, giving you no time to ponder the whereabouts of Russo. Callum leans in, caging you against the bar with his arms.

“Hey babe.”

Your own greeting comes out tense as he mouths sloppily at your cheek.

“Callum.”

He then attempts to slide his hand up your skirt.

“Callum, stop.”

He groans in protest before he says in a chastising tone,

“Babe. Quit being difficult.”

Tears prickle in your eyes and you go to move away from him.

“Are you serious? We’re not doing this.”

Despite the strength you attempt to put into your statement, your voice wavers. Then Callum grasps your wrist, squeezing hard. Writhing uncomfortably in his hold, you tug away.

A man nearby steps closer, narrowing his eyes at Callum.

“Hey man, she told you to stop.”

Your boyfriend releases his hold on you, using both hands to shove at the man. He’s tall, and barely moves an inch as Callum snaps,

“Mind your own fucking business.”

Another man steps in your direction, looking Callum up and down with a rather disgusted expression.

“There a problem here?”

“My only problem here is you and the rest of Russo’s dogs.”

These men work for Russo. The bottom of your stomach plummets. Your boyfriend is going to get himself killed. One of the men straightens his shoulders, his nostrils flaring.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Some people might hear those words and consider what they’re doing. Callum doesn’t. He doubles down, and you wish you could just disappear into the ground.

“I said you’re my problem. All I ever hear about these days is Billy Russo this and Billy Russo that. I’m fucking sick of it.”

Is he talking about you? Work might have consumed you a little at the moment, but you never talked about Russo at home.

“Well, ain’t that interesting?”

Callum freezes, as do you, at the sound of a familiar voice. The man stand aside, revealing Mr Billy Russo. He slides a hand into his pocket, as he takes a few smooth steps towards you both.

“You know Callum, I understand where you’re comin’ from. If I owed a guy the amount-a money you owe me, than I’d be sick to death of his name too.”

Stunned, all you can do is blink at them both. Your boyfriend was in debt to the criminal you had been attempting to bring in for the last six months. Not only are you finally realising Callum isn’t worth your time, but you also think you aren’t very good at your job.

Then Callum takes a swing at Russo. It doesn’t even land, and soon his men has pounced, subduing Callum in mere seconds.

Mr Russo hadn’t flinched.

You’re mortified, and a little terrified.

“Mr Russo, I’m so sorry.”

He waves away your apology.

“Not your fault now is it, darlin’?” He grins, almost softly at you before he adds, “An’ you can call me Billy.”

He winks and your heart flutters traitorously.

There’s a cry of pain behind you, but just as you’re turning to look Billy speaks again,

“C’mere darlin’.”

There’s half a second of hesitation before you’re moving towards him. When you come close enough, he takes your chin between his fingers, squeezing softly.

“Good girl.”

The corner of his mouth twitches with a cocky smirk as he observes the haze that momentarily clouds your vision.

“You wanna watch?”

Confusion enters your expression and Billy turns your head to face the group that has circled around Callum as he lies on the floor groaning in pain.

“You wanna watch my men kick the shit outta your boyfriend?”

A soft exhale falls from your lips before you correct him.

“Ex-boyfriend.”

Billy grins, and his shoulders shake lightly as he laughs. Turning to look at him, you catch his gaze again and the spark in his eyes bursts into a flame that warms your whole body.

It’s only now that you notice the quiet. The music is still playing, though not as loud as before, but there’s no one else in the room. Blinking, you realise the club must have started being cleared the moment Callum had approached you.

Billy traces his tongue over his teeth as his eyes rake down your body, and if you thought you were on fire before, now you’re an inferno. He raises a brow, almost casually as he wraps his arms around you.

“So, you’re single?”

A small laugh escapes your lips and Billy seems thrilled by your response, his entire face lighting up at the sound of you laughing.

Despite the fact that your ex-boyfriend is being beaten up in front of you, you can’t stop yourself from batting your lashes and asking coyly,

“Are you asking me out, Mr Russo?”

He pulls your back flush against his front and even under the soft fabric of his sweater you can feel the hard lines of his chest. Shifting your hips lightly, you watch as his eyes darken.

His hands grasp at your waist, holding you still with a force that makes you shiver.

“Careful, baby.” His voice is low as his lips brush lightly against the shell of your ear. “Don’t wanna start something we can’t finish.”

Billy takes you earlobe between his teeth, tracing the delicate skin with the tip of his tongue before he withdraws, pulling a gasp and a shudder from you as his teeth nip down.

“Soon this place will be crawlin’ with cops, I’d have to take you home with me.”

A whine falls from your lips as he mouths along your neck, his stubble scratching over your skin and he breathes out a small laugh.

“Maybe you’d like that, hm? You wanna come home with me, darlin’?”

You don’t hesitate for as long as you should and before you know it, you’re nodding. Billy nods back with a wide smile.

His smile drops as he step away from you. Billy’s men are still circled around Callum, who can barely move from his position on the floor, bruised and bloodied. The men part as Billy moves forward, leaning down slightly to look at Callum.

All you can see is Billy’s back, as he stares down at your ex-boyfriend. Then he gives the order,

“Finish him.”

Rolling his shoulder lightly, Billy rocks back on the balls of his feet as he moves away and his men continue with their work. He grins when his eyes fall on you.

“I got better things to spend my time on.”

The dark look in his eyes as they scan down your body makes you squeeze your thighs together, drawing Billy’s attention down there as you do.

Biting down on your lower lip, you look at him curiously.

“Better things?”

He nods, holding his hand out towards you.

“Let’s get outta here.”

You take his hand.

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[theinheriteddutchess]

Would actually make sense in that Jonathan wouldn't give a fuck about what Billy's done and would want him to continue for both their benefit. Instead of Krista's trauma quest that ends in supporting Billy and blaming others for Billy's choices..

the punisher s2 except instead of Krista Dumont, Billy’s psychiatrist is (cillian’s) Dr Jonathan Crane. Still as unethical and sadomasochistic, but gay.

[dear-indies]

hi! it would mean a lot if you could help me with a faceclaim. if not, that’s completely fine with me and i more than understand!

i was originally thinking of using krista keehus, but after looking up her tumblr page (which is easy to access and find, just look up her name and look at blogs i think it’s either the first or second one. it’s her name and has plenty of problematic post) i do not agree with anything she has ever said on there and i would also like to tell people who are also thinking of using her, that she is just a very good person. though, i can’t tell people to stop using her if they truly want to - i just know i will not be using her.

regardless of that, i am looking for a faceclaim who could possibly work against chris motionless. (preferably someone who has a gothic and/or alternative look). though, the kicker would probably be that i would prefer for the person to have plenty of recourses. the doesn’t faceclaim doesn’t necessarily have to be someone in the music scene, but that’s fine with me - especially if they have plenty of recourses lol. i’m looking for someone around the ages of 26-34 years old, no one older than 36 preferably.

Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

FKA twigs (1988) African-Jamaican / White, possibly Egyptian.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - vibes in Polite Society and The Umbrella Academy.

Úrsula Corberó (1989) - vibes in Money Heist and Snake Eyes.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger - vibes in Wu Assassins and Fistful of Vengeance.

Chantal Thuy (1990) Vietnamese - vibes in Black Lightning.

Damaris Lewis (1990) Afro-Kittian - vibes in Titans.

Rina Sawayama (1990) Japanese - is bisexual and pansexual.

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) French, Mexican / White - vibes in Blood Fest - has spoken up for Sudan and Palestine!

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Shotzi Blackheart (1992) Filipino and White.

Emma Dumont (1994) - vibes in The Gifted.

Lily Sullivan (1994) - vibes in Evil Dead Rise.

Lina Ahn (1994) Korean.

Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German - vibes in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Resident Evil.

Juliette Motamed (1995) Iranian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Emma Mackey (1996) - vibes in Sex Education.

Jazzelle / Jazzeppi Zanaughtti (1995) African-American - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ruth Codd (1996) - is an amputee.

Rhea Ripley (1996)

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, ¼ Korean - vibes in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Uncharted.

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Swedish, Mexican, Cherokee - has spoken up for Palestine!

No resources but has the vibe:

Ruby Soho (1991)

Zheani (1993)

Slick Woods (1993) African-American.

Dani Miller (1994)

Luara Reisinger (1994) Brazilian.

Coty Camacho (1995) Mixtec and Zapotec - is pansexual.

Mei Pang (1996) Malaysian-Chinese.

Hope this helps!

[kayhi808]

More Than Our Scars - Part 24

Bill immediately sends men to the warehouse for surveilance. It's ominous that this will all go down at the same warehouse Billy was caught in. He's a master strategist and with Frank's help, he's looked at this rescue from every angle possible. He doesn't want to jeopardize his men, but he will do whatever it takes to bring you home. What he knows for sure is that Fisk, Wolf & Dumont will die tonight; and anyone else who tries to keep him from you.

You hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall & you know Wolf has returned. You haven't left from your spot in the corner of the bed.

"Good news! Kingpin wants you back!" Wolf takes a seat on the bed & having him that close to you, makes your skin crawl. Your wrists are still secured behind your back. The ache in your arms are almost unbareable having been secured for hours. He rests his hand on your knee which earns him a glare. "You've led him on a chase, haven't you? I imagine there will be a price to be paid."

Your glare waivers as fear starts to overtake you. You close your eyes & try to remind yourself that Billy's coming for you. That thought alone brings a small smile to your lips and you're able to stare Wolf down, "Don't be all that sure of yourself. Your partner there," nodding over at Krista Dumont, "neglected to tell you that she fucked up. She forgot to tell you that I wasn't alone at the hospital. I had an Anvil agent with me. She let him go & now Bill and his men are tracking you down as we speak." Wolf stand & looks at Dumont. "They could be on their way here, right now."

"Shut up!" Krista's cheeks are flushed. "No one is looking for you!"

You give her a smug smirk that you know will irritate her, "Then why is there fear in your eyes? Bill's coming for me & he's going to kill you. He's going to kill you both."

Wolf turns back to you & leans in to grab your jaw. He squeezes until it hurts, his finger digging into you cheeks. "Do you understand who I am? Russo cannot touch me."

You try to jerk out of his grasp, you spit out, "I know who you are. I'm letting you know that Bill Russo won't give a shit. You took me from him. He'll kill you."

"Once I hand you over to Kingpin, Bill will go after him"

"He will, once he ends you." Wolf's fist connects with your cheek before you get a chance to brace yourself. It splits open the cut on your cheek. You scream, "Fuck!" He smugly looks down on you and you release an unhinged laugh. "That just earned you an even more painful death. Bill with rip the flesh from your bones!" Glaring at Dumont, you see a bit of fear in her eyes, "Don't think the same won't happen to you. You're partners. You know Billy." You give her an evil smile, "He'll have no qualms about killing you, too."

Krista again pulls Wolf from the room. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray that all that venom you spouted was true. That Billy was trying to find you and that he'll keep you from Kingpin. It was easier to fake bravado with these two. You don't want to think of having to face Wilson Fisk. If he gets his hands on you, you'll never see Billy again.

******

"Was she lying about the agent??"

"I..I forgot to tell you. Every…everything happened so fast. I didn't expect her to bring anyone!" Krista paces the room nervously. She knows she messed up and Carson is upset. "It doesn't matter. We got rid of her bag. Her phone. He can't track her. He may not even want to," she says shrugging.

"The trade won't happen until 1am."

"Why so late?" Krista interupts.

"It's the time Fisk set! Look, you'll stay with her in the car..."

Interrupting again, "I'm not going! I did my part. I got her to the hospital."

Wolf grabs her by the arm, "If you want your scarred freak, you see this through!" Wolf shoves her away from him & returns to your room.

*****

The warehouse doors are wide open. Fisk's SUV is parked inside, surrounded by Bill & his team. Fisk has 2 guards & his driver with him but the other 5 is Anvil. Fisk doesn't care how Bill & his men end Wolf, but he wants it done. Fisk wasn't going to let him go free after he tried to blackmail him. He wants you back and Wolf dead. Bill is happy to make it happen. Bill's men are dressed identically, dark tactical gear, balaclavas & basic visored caps.

After a long wait, they see the headlights of 2 cars coming down the driveway. "Easy, man," Frank mumbles to Bill as he notices how agitated he's getting. They hear the car door behind them open, Fisk exits as the new cars pull into the warehouse.

Wolf leisurely steps out of the car followed by his men. There's no sign of you.

Fisk steps forward. "Where is she?"

"She's on her way. Where's my file?" Fisk tosses a flash drive to him & Wolf pulls a laptop from the car & loads the drive. Satisfied, he pulls out a cell phone to call in the other car. As he hangs up there's a burst of gunfire from the Anvil team. The DHS agents are down except for Wolf. He tries to draw his gun, but before he can get a shot off, Billy shoot him in the hand & he drops his gun. A second shot to the shoulder throws him up against the car from the impact. Billy rushes him, throwing punches. Wolf slides to the floor & Frank strips him of any other weapons he has on him.

"When will she get here?" Billy whispers so Fisk doesn't hear. Wolf says nothing, so Bill grabs him by the shoulder, digging his thumb into the bullet wound. Wolf tries to stifle a groan. "When. Will. She. Get. Here." Billy doesn't give him time to deal with his pain, he brings his gun to Wolf's knee and fires. Wolf screams. Bill stands, shooting out his other knee & leaves two bullets in his chest. Winking at him. "Don't go anywhere."

Billy returns to Fisk. "She'll be here shortly." Fisk looks over at Wolf being watched by Frank.

"Finish him."

Shrugs, "He'll bleed out. Fucker ain't goin' anywhere." Bill watches as the men hurry to clean up the site & drag the bodies out of view.

*****

You're stuck in the back seat with Krista Dumont. You don't know what she injected into you, but it's made you feel like you're moving through jello. Billy. How will you go on without Billy? If you can get yourself killed tonight, you'll do it. You can't go back to Kingpin. Not after these past few months with Billy. Despite the circumstances, it's been a dream. You've never been happier. You love him like you've loved no one else in your life. He has become the air you breathe. To have that all taken away from you...you couldn't survive without him. You don't want to.

The car rolls to a stop, & the driver gets out. He grabs you by your arm & drags you out of the car, followed by Dumont. No sooner than you all clear the car, you hear a gun shot & the agent goes down, pulling you with him. You feel blood on your face & you try to wipe it. Dumont screams but you only concentrate on the masked men advancing on you and Kingpin standing in the distance.

You try to scramble away on your hands and knees, made difficult by your cuffed wrists. A muscled arm grabs you around the waist, hoisting you to your feet. You scream & try to fight him, throwing your head back to hit him in the face, but you're too short. You clip his chin & he squeezes you tight. "Easy Princess. It's ok," a gravely whisper in your ear stills you. Frank! You try to turn, but he pulls you behind a car as more gun fire starts. Everything happens so fast yet it feels like slow motion. You turn in time to see Fisk take a bullet to his head and as he falls the shooter empties his clip into Fisk's body.

"Stay here! I'm going to help Billy, understand me?!" You nod & watch him enter into the gun fight. Fisk's men are outnumbered by Anvil. You keep an eye out on Billy & Frank, almost missing Krista crawling towards the DHS agent's body. She goes to retrieve his dropped weapon.

Disregarding Frank's order, you sneak up behind her, looping your handcuffed wrists around her neck, knocking her to the ground. Using the momentum of the fall, you kneel with your knee between her shoulder blades pulling up with your wrists, choking her. The metal of the handcuffs cut into your already bruised wrists, but you don't let up. It's harder to kill a person than you thought, her cries & gags unnerve you but after what she did you; for what she did to Billy while under her care, you hate her. Tears are streaming down your face when you're knocked aside, your arms being unraveled from Dumont's throat & a double tap of bullets enter the back of her skull. You scurry back away from the person as the mask & hat are ripped off & its your Billy.

Your Billy, wild-eyed but 100% focused on you. Your cries turns into sobs as you hurry back to Bill's side. He gathers you to him and you maneuver your arm around his neck to hold him to you. Swearing to yourself that you'll never let him go ever again. " I got you, sweetheart." Billy crushes you to him almost painfully, "My brave girl. I got you. I'm so sorry."

You shake your head into the crook of his neck, "No. You came for me. You saved me." Pressing your lips against his throat. "You didn't leave me."

"Not ever, sweetheart," dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

"Bill? We need to get outta here." Frank, the voice of logic, fitting a key into your handcuffs to release you. "The cleaners are on the way."

Billy helps you up and leads you to Anvil's vans.

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Indie very selective mutuals only multi-muse featuring Frank Castle, Dinah Madani, Sam Stein & Krista Dumont. Written by Vespertine. 18+.

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[theinheriteddutchess]

I'm rewatching and now I have to start season 2 and I know I am already upset I have to watch her on screen, being unstable, "helping" an unstable man, and getting others killed and blaming everyone Billy hurt for them wanting to go after him.

She is shit but I also really think she's insane. I can't believe she got to do this job, because it's not even that subtle she isn't fit to be a therapist. If she's your only hope, I guess you're doomed.

Krista Dumont is actually a piece of shit.

[prettytm]

Krista DuMont or Dinah Madani?

Is there even a choice? :: Accepting

"Krista." He doesn't even remember Madani and what he knows of her..

[i-got-the-feels]

Soooo

Who in the Daredevil and Punisher writing team is little bit into choking and breath play?