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ainsleysays · 2 years ago
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What happens when you're better at keeping secrets than your husband.
SDV Mafia Billie and Shane when they find out she's pregnant and they're trying to keep it under wraps. Billie can keep a secret. Shane is.... well, he's doing his best.
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gubbygoober · 11 months ago
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the-puppet-mafia · 4 months ago
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I had a question for the Puppet mafia. If someone hugs you, how would y'all react?
I’m so sorry this took so long
Spamton: (he was sitting at his desk so when he saw you walking too him, he thought you were coming to tell him something) Spamton was quite surprised by the hug but after a second he dose hug you back
Jigsaw: (he was to busy writing things down so he didn’t release you were behind him) Jigsaw didn’t even realize you were hugging him till he stopped writing and then he gave you a hug back
Slappy: (he was standing on a balcony outside of a big party drinking a beer so when you walked out he just thought you were just coming to join him) slappy didn’t realize how much he needed a hug so he just stood there until you stoped hugging him
Lilcal: (you two were hanging out in cals room as per usual, you got bored so you hugged him) he was really high so he just automatically hugged you back
Annabelle & Chucky: (you three where laying in bed because in there words you had the best tv, and you had fallen asleep) in your sleep you had unconsciously hugged them like stuffed animals Annabelle didn’t mind but Chucky wasn’t having it so moved out of your hug
Duck: (he was walking out of his research room and he looked really tired so you decided to hug him) he was pleasantly surprised after the hug you two talked while you walked to the kitchen for a snack 
Red guy: (it was the end of the day and he was exhausted) you thought Red didn’t looks so good so you thought you’d give him a hug after you walked up to red you asked him if you could give him a hug red looked at you for a moment then he pulled you into a crushing hug (no Y/Ns were harmed in the making of this story)
Yellow Guy: (he actually hug you first) you were in your office when Yellow Guy came in to your office then he walked behind your desk and gave you a hug 
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gayest-squrrel · 7 months ago
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i keep seeing people ship aro characters and using "aro ppl date/ace ppl have sex" as a justification and it is so infuriating
Yes aros can date but doesn't mean they'll want to., we're the least likely to wanna date !
Why does it seem like people try 10x harder to ship aro and ace characters than any other one I swear (probably because they're the characters you have to change the most to put into romantic/sexual relationships 🙃)
especially especially ESPECIALLY when that character is not only explicitly aro/ace but also just NOT INTERESTED IN ROMANCE/SEX
THEY ARENT ATTRACTED TO PEOPLE THAT WAY AND ARENT INTERESTED IN DOING THAT STUFF
You're making them act out of character. They would not fucking say that
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queers-gambit · 1 month ago
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Poisoned Apple collection masterlist - subject to format change
a collection of varying circumstances involving Reader, Muses, and toxic family.
featured muses: mafia!Bucky Barnes, (modern!) Aemond Targaryen, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Carmy Berzatto.
"A poisoned apple! Sleeping death! Oh ho ho ho. One taste of the poisoned apple, and the victim's eyes will close forever... in the sleeping death!" ― the Evil Queen, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (1937) -> available to stream on Disney+
total fics: 8
status: active
-> will be updated accordingly
requests OPEN requesting rules and masterlist
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"'You think we're a family,' Cody said, turning back. 'You think we're some jolly, situation-comedy family when we're in particles, torn apart, torn all over the place, and our mother was a witch.'" ― Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant by the 1988 Pulitzer Prize winning, 20-time published American author, Anne Tyler
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coming soon
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🐍 previously published fics with toxic family 🐍
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🍒 pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
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Don't You (Forget About Me)
after the gruesome events in the Upside Down, our heroes try to settle into "normal life" again; and Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother. -> or when Muse has an inferior, inept, incompetent mother.
word count: 8.9k+
🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💉 depiction of illicit drug use 🥊 mild depiction of physical violence and / or aggression ⏳ AU timeline ✅ no spoilers 🔏 barely edited
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Pretty Boy Swag
your big ass family comes to town and hosts a town-wide family reunion. after they meet your boyfriend for the first time, your proximity is criticized, and when you try to fall back, Eddie's swift to your side again. -> or when someone else calls you clingy, you try to fall back but Muse doesn't want that. + when your family judges you for being with him.
word count: 6.2k+
⏳ AU timeline 🐝 stand alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content 🐍 toxic family 🎭 drama 🧠 depiction of mental health: insecurity, anxiety 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🧸 some fluff 🚬 drug use 🥂 depiction of alcohol use 💍 established relationship 🥰 romance 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited
read here additional collection: Clingy Baby
🍒 pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
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Up and Out
Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening. -> or when Reader gets caught in Muse's abusive homelife.
word count: 4.1k+
🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 💔 angst 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression 💛 proceed with maturity
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part two - requested
word count: 4.8k+
🔏 barely edited 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression
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🍒 pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon
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Mother Knows Best
you are Rhaenyra's daughter, married to Prince Aemond, and the subject of Alicent's hatred. one day, she takes it too far. -> toxic mother-in-law that results in loss of pregnancy.
word count: 5.7k+
🙊 general language and content warning 💚 vilified!Alicent 💔 angst 🤮 depiction of physical illness 🐍 toxic family 🕊 depiction of lost pregnancy 💛 requires maturity and caution 1️⃣ written after season one
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You Might Think It's Foolish
meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time creates anxiety, so, you stick to his side. at dinner, his mother calls out your clinginess - and Aemond doesn't defend you. or when someone else calls you clingy and he doesn't defend you / agrees with them. -> mother in law calls Reader out for being clingy with Muse.
word count: 3.1k+
🦋 modern AU 🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 💣 relationship angst 🐝 stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 toxic family 🍄 toxic relationship...? 🔏 barely edited 1️⃣ written after season one
read here additional collection: Clingy Baby
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🍒 pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
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Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant
behind closed doors, many families have secret turmoil. you experience your boyfriend's with him one fateful Christmas. or how Carmy finally made the decision to get away. -> or when Muse's family blows another gasket during the holidays in front of Reader.
word count: 10.4k+
🍒 author's favorite 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and small comfort ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 stand-alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🥊 depiction of canon-typical physical violence and / or aggression 💛 requires maturity and caution ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🍑 reader with given nickname 🔏 barely edited 2️⃣ written after season two
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🍒 pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader fandom masterlist: Marvel
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The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.
The Boss passes away, and at the reading of his Last Will and Testament, your lover, Bucky, is named successor - not his older (adopted) brother, John. tension breaks at the funeral. -> Muse's brother angry about the division of assets, then taking dramatic action.
word count: 4k+
🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 not much hurt, not much comfort 💸 Mafia AU 🐍 toxic family ☠️ mention of deceased family member 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🔏 barely edited 😵‍💫 wonky brain go wonky
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requesting rules and masterlist
-> PLENTY planned, much drafted, more to come; will be updated accordingly!!
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sunny-tano19 · 22 days ago
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Saw this on Twitter.
I think Drone Billie (Art is from homie @battersweet) wouldn't like N from the story, Mafia Drones by @itsvanilles because she reminds him of Dutch. (N doodle is by @itsvanilles)
She would use all of the gems to obliterate his ass, IDK.
(this is a joke, BTW.)
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1skittler1 · 9 months ago
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Billy Drago 💮
The Untouchables (1987)
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ihni · 12 days ago
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Is it a betrayal if it was always inevitable?
For the @metalsandwichbingo, square B2: Free Space (ie Mafia AU)
Rating: Mature for violence, I suppose? Word count: 4,4 K Tags: Violence, Interrogation, Physically hurt Eddie, Emotionally hurt Steve & Billy, betrayal, undercover work, mentions of murder
Read it on AO3 here
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The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud in the windowless room, as was the groan of pain that followed. Steve stood shoulder to shoulder with his father, overlooking the proceedings, even though he found it hard to keep his eyes trained on the person tied up in the chair who was getting the shit beat out of him.
Eddie, who has been working for the Family for six years now, let out a cry of pain as he was hit again, and Steve schooled his expression so he didn’t let on how difficult this was for him to witness. After all, he told himself; Eddie deserved this. He betrayed the Family – or at least that’s what they were here to determine. Lately, there had been too many slip-ups. Too many mistakes. The police had shown up when they weren’t supposed to, acting on information they couldn’t have gotten from anyone outside the Family. Someone’s talking to the cops, Steve’s father had said, a couple of weeks ago when he called Steve into his office, for once without anyone else being there. We need to flush that rat out. You take point. It’ll be a learning opportunity for you.
So they’d set a trap. Planned an operation and given different dates and times to different people, and then kept a lookout for when the police showed up to raid the place. The cops had shown up on a Thursday afternoon, which narrowed their suspects down to four people. Two of those had been at the compound for most of the time between them receiving the information and the time of the fake-operation taking place, and had been able to account for where they were for the rest of the time. That left two people who, incidentally, Steve had really hoped it wouldn’t be:
The first one was Billy Hargrove, son of Neil Hargrove who had been working for Mr. Harrington for over thirty years. Billy, like his father, was useful for his brawn, but he was brighter than his father had ever been and he showed great potential. Steve and he used to get drunk together as teenagers, and Billy had acted as his impromptu bodyguard even then. They’d been close back then – very close – but as they got older and Steve’s father started molding him into his successor, Steve had felt the need to put some distance between them.
And then there was Eddie Munson. His father had been a part of the Family way back in the day, but he hadn’t exactly been a family man while he was alive so Eddie had grown up with his uncle out of state. It wasn’t until his uncle fell ill and Eddie needed help paying the hospital bills that he contacted the Harringtons, looking for work. That was six years ago. Steve had taken him under his wing and found that he really liked the man’s carefree disposition and general outlook on life. If Steve was honest with himself, he might have developed a bit of a crush, which he of course did his best to squash, as it wasn’t fitting for someone in his position.
None of these two men could account for their whereabouts for the period when someone must have leaked the information to the police; there were gaps in both of their stories, and periods of time where they hadn’t been around anyone else in the Family. But where Billy’s gap was easier to believe (“I was home alone, having dinner and then crashing on the couch”), Eddie’s was as an outright lie (“I was … uh, with Billy. Uh, I mean … I was at the diner. We were … at the diner.”). When asked, Billy frowned and shook his head, denying spending any time with Eddie that night.
At that point, Steve knew that both men were lying, and green-tinged anger twisted around his heart. Because he’d seen them, that night – had stayed late at the warehouse downtown to finish up some work, and when he’d been about to leave, he’d happened upon the two of them in the dark alleyway outside the building. They’d been kissing. Steve had watched them for long enough to make sure that he hadn’t misjudged the situation, and then he’d backed away, unseen, into the shadows.
Now, he could understand why Billy wouldn’t tell the truth, especially since it wasn’t just Steve there when he accounted for his whereabouts; Billy’s father was not a nice man, and he wasn’t exactly discreet about his opinions on the ‘dirty fags’ that ‘plagued the city’. Steve knew about Billy’s proclivities from when they were teenagers – they’d been each other’s’ firsts, after all – and he also knew how scared Billy had been back then about his father finding out about his preferences. So he could understand the reason why Billy would lie about spending time one on one with another man, so while it left something bitter on his tongue, something – perhaps the memory of the moments they’d once shared – kept him from letting his father know about the lie.
Eddie, though? His lie was easy enough to prove – no one had seen him at the diner he claimed to have visited that night. He also had the misfortune of having his uncle – who had pulled through, after his illness six years ago – work for the district attorney’s office two states over, which might not mean anything, but didn’t exactly work in his favor in this case. And so the suspicions focused on Eddie.
It had been Steve’s idea to have Billy be the one to help in the interrogation that followed. He’d been fueled by anger – and yes, jealousy – and had thought it a fitting punishment for the man’s betrayal. Not for betraying the Family, but for betraying him. He couldn’t really rationalize it – Billy wasn’t his to lose, hadn’t been his for years – but a base instinct in his brain said that Billy had been his once and that he was, still. So the fact that he’d apparently hooked up with Eddie of all people – Eddie, who Steve had been laughing with, shared secrets with and had started opening up to lately – it hurt.
It hurt even more that Eddie might have used his closeness to Steve to betray the Family, but Steve didn’t want to think about that. He used his anger to harden his heart, and harden the look in his eyes, and he stood side by side with his father as Mr. Harrington asked Eddie questions, and nodded for Billy to hurt him every time he failed to give a satisfying answer. And Billy did, mechanically, each time, his back to the Harrington men.
Not once did Steve’s indifferent mask falter, not even when Billy broke Eddie’s nose, or when Eddie howled in pain as his little finger was bent backwards until there was an audible crack. Not even when Eddie turned tearful eyes on Steve and sobbed “I wouldn’t do that, please, I wouldn’t betray you like that,” and then, after a quick and seemingly fearful glance at Billy, “any of you.”
By the time Eddie started crying, Steve was biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. He was angry and hurt, but at the same time it was difficult to watch someone he … someone he had cared for … be hurt, right in front of him. He had never shared his father’s penchant for violence, something the older man was well aware of and which was probably the reason why Steve was standing here, now.
Eventually, a knock on the door interrupted them, and Martin, Steve’s father’s right hand, stuck his head in.
“Mr. Harrington, sir. You’re needed upstairs.”
Mr. Harrington gave a sigh as if he was being terribly inconvenienced, but then gave a sharp nod. He brushed invisible dust off his hands – almost as if he had been the one to lay his hands on Eddie, even though he hadn’t touched him once since he’d entered the room – and turned around to leave. Just before he walked out, however, he gave Steve a cold look and indicated the room with a tilt of his head.
“I trust you to take care of this?” he said, and raised a meaningful eyebrow. “And clean up the mess, after.”
Steve knew exactly what that meant, and suddenly had to fight an urge to be sick. “Yes sir,” he ground out instead, between clenched teeth, and dug his nails into the meat of his palms instead of outwardly reacting.
His father nodded again and turned his back on them as he left. The door slammed shut, and left the three of them alone in the room together. Only because he was looking for it, did Steve see the way Billy’s shoulders sagged with momentary relief. He suddenly wished that Billy was turned his way, so he could see his face, but Billy was facing Eddie, like he’d been for most of the session.
Moments passed without anyone moving or speaking, the only sounds heard being Eddie’s labored breathing. “Billy,” Steve eventually said, just to break the silence. He hadn’t meant it as anything but a way to get Billy to turn around, but Billy must have interpreted it as ‘get on with it’, because he flinched at the sound of his own name.
Glancing at Steve – for a fraction of a second only – Billy’s shoulders tensed again, and he drew himself up. Clenched his teeth, swallowed, and drew in a shaky breath. He turned back to Eddie in the chair – whose face fell behind the bruises, but who looked resigned for what was to come – and raised his fist to continue where they’d left off before Steve’s father left.
Steve’s hand moved without him consciously deciding to move it, shooting out and grabbing Billy’s wrist before his fist could make contact with Eddie’s face again.
“Stop,” Steve said. No, ordered.
Billy had never obeyed an order from Steve faster. He was a good henchman, good at obeying orders, but often with Steve, he would deliberately take his time just to prove that he could, a challenging look in his eyes or a little smile on his face as he kept eye contact to see how Steve would react to his barely-there defiance. It was like he pushed just to see what he could get away with – a remnant from the times when they used to be close – but Steve had always seen it almost as a form of flirting rather than actual defiance, which was why he had never openly addressed it. Now, though? Billy let his arms down and stood up straight, backing away from Eddie and Steve both as if he wanted nothing more than to remove himself from the situation entirely. If that wasn’t enough to confirm Steve’s suspicions that the two of them were closer than mere hook-ups, the look in Billy’s eyes as he looked at Eddie was.
The anger that Steve had been filled with – the irrationally hurtful feeling of having been betrayed, somehow – fizzled out and died at the open devastation and regret that was painted onto Billy’s face, and Steve was suddenly so tired. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, before straightening up and addressing the two other men in the room.
“I know,” he said, voice low.
Billy’s face visibly paled and his hand twitched at his side. It wasn’t his reaction that Steve focused on, though; it was Eddie’s. Eddie, who looked between the two of them with one eye rapidly swelling, looking more worried than he’d been when they’d first dragged him in here and tied him to the chair.
“What is it that you know, exactly?” he hedged, voice raw and blood running down his chin from a busted lip.
“I know about the two of you,” Steve clarified, and then froze with his mouth open as his brain whirred. He watched relief flash over both their faces, and two things occurred to him at once: Why would they be relieved to hear that, when they’d looked so stricken just a moment ago? And why did Eddie ask what he knew – did that mean that that wasn’t the only thing they’d kept a secret?
The puzzle pieces snapped into place and Steve almost groaned at the realization. But he collected himself, and added – giving the impression that he’d merely been quiet for dramatic effect, instead of having just made the connection, “And I know that you –“ He nodded to Eddie, “– are not our mole.” He turned to Billy, who was just a little bit too late to hide behind his blank mask. “And I know that you are.”
It was a gamble, but even as he spoke the words he knew them to be true. First, because Billy went very, very still, and second, because Eddie made a move as if to try to yank himself free.
Curious. Steve couldn’t help noticing that Eddie hadn’t tried to get out of his bonds when it was just him in the line of fire.
Billy was staring at him, and Steve met his eyes and didn’t look away, which was why he saw the way Billy’s eyes flicked to the gun at Steve’s side. Steve was the only one in the room with a weapon, and for a second he tensed, expecting Billy to try to grab it. To avoid this, he took it out of the holster himself and held it loosely in one hand, ready for action but without pointing it at anyone. “You won’t make it out of the house,” he advised, just in case Billy was desperate enough to be stupid. “Not alive, and especially not with him.” He nodded to Eddie, still tied to the chair, and raised a challenging eyebrow. Billy’s shoulders sagged, and he wet his lips as he made an aborted movement to Eddie in his chair.
“If you knew …” he said, voice hoarse with anger, or maybe plain misery. “If you knew the whole time, why make me go do all of that to an innocent man?”
Steve looked between the two of them, and considered his answer. In the end, he decided to go for the truth. “I didn’t figure it out until just now.”
Swearing, Billy threw his head back and pulled at his hair. “And now?” he said. “Now that you know, what are you going to do?” He didn’t look to Eddie and – Steve was surprised to realize – he hadn’t looked at Eddie once since Steve had first spoken. Meanwhile, Eddie had barely taken his eyes off of Billy this whole time, apparently trying to will Billy to turn around and make eye-contact.
At that, something else clicked into place. Steve looked at Billy, wide-eyed. “You didn’t tell him.”
Billy’s face scrunched together before he put himself together with visible effort. “No,” he said, voice raw, still refusing to turn around and look at Eddie. “I didn’t tell him. He didn’t know anything, so please, if –“
Billy never said ‘please’. It sounded wrong, coming out of his mouth. Steve held up a hand to quiet him, and turned to Eddie. Because Eddie had been the one to ask what Steve knew, so Eddie had to have known something. “Is that true?”
Eddie sagged in his bonds, but met Steve’s eyes head-on. “He didn’t tell me anything,” he confirmed, and then seemed to steel himself. “But I knew.”
“What?” Billy gasped, whirling around and closing the distance to Eddie’s chair. His hands hovered over the other man, as if afraid to touch. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You didn’t know!” He turned his head and looked at Steve, almost frantic even as he planted himself in front of Eddie, shielding him from Steve’s gaze. “He didn’t know shit! It was all me!”
“I didn’t know before,” Eddie rasped, uncaring of Billy’s protests. “But I figured it out. Started to suspect it at the raid … and I heard you sneak out, a couple of nights ago. When you thought I was asleep.” And oh, Steve’s heart gave a painful tug at the implications of that statement.
Billy fell to his knees, hard, on the cement floor, making Steve wince. But what was more surprising was that Billy had tears trailing down his cheeks now. He was crying, and Steve watched it with fascination. He had only seen Billy cry once – one time when they were teenagers, after his dad had laid into him – but even then, Billy had never sounded so devastated.
“I’m sorry,” he cried, grasping for Eddie with shaking hands. “I never wanted to drag you into this.”
“How long?” Steve asked, voice colder than he’d intended. When Billy didn’t answer, he hardened his voice. “Answer my questions and maybe I’ll consider letting Eddie go.” He didn’t say that he planned on doing that anyway. Right now, he needed answers. “How long?”
“… two years.”
Steve gasped out a breath, as did Eddie. “The whole time …?” Eddie breathed.
“Yeah,” Billy said, sounding miserable. “I couldn’t tell you, Eddie, I’m sorry, it was too dangerous –“
“That’s why you made me chase you in the beginning?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to drag you into it –“
“A fine job you did with that,” Steve said, cruelly, and watched as Billy ducked his head further. The betrayal made Steve want to lash out, hurt Billy as Steve had been hurt. “Look at him.” It was a demand, rather than a suggestion, and Billy followed the unspoken order. “That is on you.” Billy’s lip wobbled as he took in the damage his hands had caused, and once again he reached for Eddie with his hands, placed them lightly on his thighs, palms up as in offering.
“I’m so sorry Eddie, I’m so sorry …” and then, to Steve’s great surprise, he turned to Steve and said the same, “I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t … I wanted to but I couldn’t tell you.”
“Why?” Steve said, choking on unnamed emotions. Why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come to me, I could have helped you, we could have –
“He killed my mom.”
Everything stilled in the room, and Steve frowned in incomprehension. Billy’s mom had left when he was ten, sick of being Neil Hargrove’s punching bag. As far as Steve knew, Billy hadn’t heard from her once since then, as no one knew where she disappeared to.
“What?”
“Neil. He tracked her down, a year or so after she left, and he killed her. And your dad helped cover it up.” As if knowing that there was no turning back now, Billy shrugged. “I was approached … a little over two years ago, by … my contact in the police department.” Even now, he seemed determined not to say too much, too soon. “They’d found her remains, and he provided me with the evidence they had of what had happened. I … He needed my help getting more evidence, enough to get my dad put behind bars.” He looked at Steve imploringly from his place on the floor. “You know how he is. You know why I had to do it.”
Steve knew. Billy’s father was not a nice man – especially to his son. Everyone knew it, but it was just one of those things you didn’t talk about.
“But then,” Billy continued, “I found out that your dad had helped him. Helped him find her, and … helped him get rid of the body, after.” He swallowed. “And my contact … asked me to do … more.” He closed his eyes, which caused fresh tears to roll down his cheeks. When he opened his eyes again, he swallowed determinedly. “Do you remember what we used to talk about? Before?”
Steve nodded, dumbly. When they were young and dumb, and cuddling up to each other in the dark, they used to talk about their hopes for the future. How Billy wished to get out from under his father’s thumb, and Steve admitting to his dislike of the way his father ran things. Billy had been the only one who knew that Steve didn’t particularly want to take over as head of the Family. That he wasn’t cut out for the violence of it.
“I figured … maybe if I did it, it would get you out of it, too. I never … I never gave them anything that would implicate you in any way. I never gave them any intel on things if I knew that you’d be there, never gave them anything that would get you in trouble.” He glanced at Eddie, too. “Either one of you.”
Steve backed up until his back was against the door, and then slid down to the floor. He was still holding the gun in his hand, but his grip was slack and he barely noticed it. Both Billy and Eddie followed his motions without saying anything, but as soon as Steve was sitting down, Billy swallowed again and spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Steve. And I’m sorry, Eddie. I just … I wanted to bring my dad to justice, and it spiraled out of control. I never wanted to hurt either one of you, never wanted to involve you.” He shuffled around so that he was turned to Steve, but still kneeling. Holding his head high, he said, “I’m willing to … take responsibility for my actions.”
Steve huffed out a humorless laugh. He recognized Neil’s teachings in those words, and for some reason a wave of rage washed over him at that.
“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asked, gesticulating vaguely with the gun. “Shoot you, while you’re on your knees?” Billy didn’t speak, just watched him with wide eyes. Eddie opened his mouth to speak though, but Steve spoke over him. “Or do you maybe think I’ll hand you over to my dad, so he can do that to you –“ he said, motioning to the mess that was Eddie’s face, “– or worse?”
Without noticing it, tears had appeared in Steve’s eyes as well, and he had to blink them away. “Fuck, Billy, you should have come to me. Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I couldn’t ask you to act against your father.”
“But you expect me to act against my friends?” He gestured to Billy, and then to Eddie, who watched them both with an open mouth (possibly because he couldn’t breathe through his nose). “You really think I can hurt you? You or Eddie?”
Instead of waiting for an answer – with half of him not wanting to hear what Billy’s reply would be, because he had just stood there, ten minutes earlier, and watched as both of them got hurt in different ways – Steve got to his feet and started walking to and fro in the little room. He was still holding the gun in his hand, but he was well-versed in how to use it and the safety was on. He was quiet while he walked, letting his mind rush through everything he had just learned. As his father would often remind him, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but while he couldn’t plan a heist to save his life, he was good with handling people, and getting them to do what he wanted.
“How far are you from getting whatever evidence you need?” Steve asked. “To get your dad put away and … and mine, too?”
Billy hesitated before answering. “We have gathered … quite a lot. But we need something that’ll stick. That they won’t be able to bribe their way out of. And we don’t have that … yet.”
“This contact of yours,” Steve said after yet another moment of silence, still walking. “Would he be willing to meet with me, you think?”
“I …” Billy said, surprised. “Yes? Yes, I think so, why?”
“Your father is a bad man,” Steve said, stopping in place and turning to look at Billy. He swallowed, almost afraid to say out loud what he was about to say next. “So is mine. It’s been getting worse, in the last few years. People are getting hurt, killed. I never –“ He took a breath and licked his lips before trying again. “I never wanted that. You know that.”
Billy nodded slowly, something like hope shining from his red-rimmed eyes.
“You,” Steve said and pointed at Eddie, “are a good man. You don’t deserve what has happened to you today.” Not giving any of them a chance to speak, he turned to Billy and pointed a finger in his direction, too. “And you, Billy Hargrove, are a good man too, despite everything. A hundred times better than your dad could ever hope to be.” Taking a deep breath, he exhaled loudly, and straightened up. “I … want to be a good man, too. And I think that this might be my chance to prove that I can be one. At least, a better man than my father.”
“What are you saying, exactly?” Eddie said from his chair, doubt tinged with hope in his voice.
“I’m saying …” Steve started, even as the last pieces of his insane plan fell into place in his mind. “That it’s time I start picking up more slack in the Family, like my father has insisted on for long.” He looked at Billy meaningfully. “And I’m saying that I’m going to need someone I can trust by my side.” Turning to Eddie, he shrugged apologetically. “And unfortunately, I’m saying that you will probably need to die here today, to get rid of the ‘mole’ … How are you at playing dead, Munson? At least while we get you out of here.”
Eddie positively lit up where he was tied to the chair. “If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then you might as well call me Eddie ‘the Possum’ Munson!”
That drew a huff of laughter from Steve, and even Billy’s lip twitched in the ghost of a smile.
Steve looked over his shoulder to the door, even though he knew it was soundproof and that no one would be able to hear them in here. “I think that we need to talk more about this, somewhere that is not here, but … I’m in, if you guys are.”
“I’m in,” Billy said, his voice thick with emotion as he added, “Thank you.”
“Well, if my two bestest boys are in,” Eddie said with a hint of humor, making Steve flush with warmth at his words, “then I’m in too. With the three of us working together, we can do anything. But …”
“But what?”
“Can someone please get me out of this chair first? And I could really use a Tylenol.”
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doll-elvis · 1 year ago
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girl please give us your opinion on Elvis and porn🤭 i know he had some he would watch that Linda mentions in her book. I just find it funny to think about that even Elvis Presley watched porn
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this is now the 3rd time that I’ve looked at my inbox and my jaw dropped 😃- anyways thank you for the ask <3 !!
I’m just going to break this down by the decades because the man definitely got freakier as the years went along- also forgive me Elvis, I’m sorry to air out your business like this 😭
There is not that much info on his preferences in the 1950s and the only source I have that says something informative is from Albert Goldman's "Elvis" so take this with a grain of salt: Based on an excerpt from his book it seems Elvis was primarily interested in your standard "dirty" magazine such as Playboy. Goldman alleges (and remember Lamar Fike was his main source) that Elvis would send one of the guys, on a monthly basis, down to Hollywood Boulevard where they would purchase such magazines, spending up to 40 dollars. There is also a story in June Juanico's book where she recounts walking in on Elvis and a few of the guys watching a "skin flick". When she questioned Elvis about it he claimed he was invited into the room by Dewey Phillips, not knowing that a p*rno was being shown (do y'all believe him lmaoo?)
and don’t mind him, just casually reading Playboy in the middle of a store 💀
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His Polaroids of Priscilla and his tapes of girls wrestling were undoubtedly his preferred form of p*rn in the 1960s. This man would literally spend hundreds of dollars on film to photograph Priscilla. He also had guys in his group, primarily Alan Fortas, film women "making love" and wrestling. There were even tapes made of Priscilla and another woman (reportedly her friend) simulating s*x that Elvis personally filmed
(excerpt from “Down at the End of the Lonely street” by Peter H. Brown)
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But according to Joe Esposito and Marty Lacker, who once watched all of the tapes while Elvis was out on tour, he seldom appeared in any of them, and if he did, he was clothed
(excerpt from “Good Rockin’ Tonight” by Joe Esposito)
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Billy Smith did say, however, that he found a tape where it showed Elvis and a girl quote “going through the motions” (catch me raiding the Graceland archives to find it)
Elvis' affinity for the Polaroids he took of Priscilla continued throughout the 1970s, Linda Thompson even mentions in her book that he would show them to her. He would also carry them around in a samsonite case pictured below⬇️
(I’m sorry but the fact that he traveled with them is so funny to me 😩, he was serious about them Polaroids!!)
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And there is also the notorious story of Elvis boarding a commercial plane, narcotics badge in hand, to prevent an employee referred to as “Hamburger James” by the Memphis Mafia and “Fetchit” by Linda Thompson, from escaping with a few Polaroids of Priscilla that he snatched and a ring of Elvis’, although Linda did say Elvis only really cared about the Polaroids. Elvis dragged Hamburger James off the plane, roughed him up a little, slapped him around, before eventually he letting him go
As the adult film industry evolved in the 1970s, his preferences definitely evolved with it. I'm still shook that Linda Thompson name dropped the two p*rnos that they watched together, but of course when I initially read her book my curiosity got the best of me and I watched what she named… and I'm still scarred 💀 (iykyk)
I wish I could find the comment, but someone on another post mentioned how in the 1970s, that sort of p*rn was "in" and quite avant-garde for the time period. Although the two p*rnos Linda mentioned seemed a little outlandish to me they were actually among the top five highest grossing of the 1970s, so if your perception of Elvis changed after watching "the Devil in Miss Jones", don't worry because everybody was watching it lmaoo. If you want to get another idea of what was highly regarded in the adult film industry at that time, know that "D**p Throat" starring Linda Lovelace was the most popular film of the 1970s, and the whole plot is that she had a medical condition where her cl*toris was located in her throat... they were innovative back then with their ideas, to say the very least 👀
Elvis’ personal copy of “d**p throat” ⬇️
however I do believe that kind of p*rnography was something that Elvis only indulged in for a few years in the early to mid 70s, and I believe that based on a story that Larry Geller told about Elvis which occurred in the late 70s⬇️
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I think Elvis always tried to be a really moral person, but with his lifestyle, there were times when he went "hog-wild," as Lamar put it, like on his army furloughs to Paris and going through all the Lido, Folies Bergere, and Crazy Horse dancers, and his weekends off in Germany at clubs like the Moulin Rouge. Towards the end of the 70s, I believe he was far more focused on finding his soulmate and willing to abstain from things like s*x and p*rnography in order to do so. Basically this man was too occupied with his spiritual books and search for lasting love to be interested in watching "d**p throat” 😂
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becauseicantthinkwritings · 2 years ago
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Halp, Chelsuuuiii, halp 😭
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This is werepanther Billy, deadass, cocky and confident and eager to tease his girlfriend.
Makes her sit in his lap and rubs herself on him, loves how needy she looks, coos when she asks to cum.
Slips a hand down to help her, watches her gush all over him, listens to her little sobs
God... Agony of Desire Billy. Takes good press photos to make sure everyone knows he's legit and makes you sit on his cock and look at them while he tells you all the wicked things he got away with while they were being taken.
Oof
Either way I want him to rearrange my insides you know?
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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year ago
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I would really like to know about the Mafia au, but I’ve read some of the Moonwood au and would like to know if they’ll be a part 3? I love all of your works they’re just so amazing
Thank you!!!! It means a lot that you enjoy my stories. Thanks for sharing with me.
Yes, there will definitely be more of the Moonwood series. It's all plotted out and it's a shortfic, I've just been over extended with my other WIP and a Big Bang to finish. Ideally I'll be able to start finishing that in February after I've wrapped up the BB.
As for the Mafia Au idea, I really like this one. It's a bit of a dark romance which is guilty pleasure of mine.
In it Billy is a jaded cop in Chicago. When he realized he was either gonna wind up dead or in prison he decided he'd rather be the bully with the badge because at least then he's got a license to beat up a few assholes.
But the corruption in the police force still gets to him, especially when year after year he watches guys in his precinct beating on their wives and all kinds of sick shit, and the badge protecting them. Angry, depressed, and recovering from alcohol dependency Billy decides to end his life one night, but decides to grab one last drink at his favorite bar. There he meets Steve, a handsome and sweet little league coach with a pretty body and an sweetness he can't resist.
But Steve is not as innocent as he first appears. Steve is very familiar with death and darkness, being the heir of a powerful and controlling crime family. Or he would be, if his father weren't trying to kill him and hand the business over to someone he feels is more qualified.
Steve knows that he can't run forever and the only way to live is to take what should have been his by birthright. He recently lost his enforcer and decides that this time he's going to start fresh, with someone with no connections to the business or his father. Someone loyal only to him who he can train to navigate his seedy world. Steve's been watching Billy for awhile, and wants him - totally.
Even though Billy knows he's being played he can't help being drawn to Steve. Becoming more and more obsessed with him. But in order to protect Steve Billy has to go deeper and deeper into the chess game Steve is playing with his father, and face the fact that there are few limits to what he wouldn't do for the chance that Steve might genuinely love him.
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ainsleysays · 2 years ago
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Hey have I mentioned that Billie is kinda dominant? Got primary Billie and Shane from Rage Monster. It's part of a few other pieces I'm working on, so I'll be posting more of that in the future. RM Shane is letting his hair get long and I wanna draw it. And Mafia AU Billie 100% be bending that mobster Shane over her bed and making him moan. JUST SAYIN.
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blusapphire · 2 years ago
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The Damned (Billy Russo x Reader)- Masterlist
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Summary:
You’re promised to a rival mob boss’s son, to end a long lasting war between your families. Having accepted your new fate, your plans are deterred when you’re introduced to your soon-to be husband’s best friend, Billy Russo. 
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the-puppet-mafia · 20 days ago
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*Slappy and Jigsaw talking*
((POOF!!))
*Mistletoe above them*
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MARRY CHRISTMAS!!!! >:3
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asirensrage · 2 years ago
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Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 1
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Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Likely Explicit. Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, and likely more to be added... Summary: Nadine thought her biggest problem was helping to keep the restaurant she worked at afloat as the neighbourhood starts being bought out from under them. A chance meeting in an elevator with an old fling proves differently…
Notes: And so, we begin! Heed the warnings! This chapter is not rated explicit but others will be.
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If there was one word to describe herself lately, Nadine would say it’s exhausted. 
Her day had been filled with deliveries that were improperly made, a sous chef quitting without notice, and at least one customer who wanted to argue with her over their order. Honestly, she just wants to go home, open a bottle of wine and then crawl into bed. 
She presses the button to call the elevator, glancing at another sign informing the occupants that there will be another change made to the building. Since the ownership changeover, they’ve been making multiple improvements. Luckily none of it seemed to involve raising the rent. Yet. 
The doors open and she slips in. There’s someone already there, coming up from the parking lot. Of course, it’s her luck that when she’s covered in grease, food splatters and sweat, rocking second day hair that she runs into him again. 
Billy is standing there, in a well-pressed suit and smelling better than any man has a right to. It’s been enough of a day that she doesn’t even bother looking at him. They hooked up a few times, back when things weren’t so hectic. It was fantastic but both of them had their lives and she had no intention to tie herself down. Not when she’s trying to keep this restaurant alive when everything else around them keeps failing and being bought out. 
He doesn’t greet her, too busy texting. It’s not a surprise. His work always had his attention first. It’s part of why they fit so well together. The button for their floor is already pressed so she leans against the wall and waits. Her eyes close and she tries to hold back a yawn. She can practically feel the comfort of her bed waiting for her. She just has to get to it. 
She peeks out at the man in the elevator with her. It really was unfair that he looks as good as does. Him and his perfect suits, bright ties and… She pauses. Her eyes narrow as she realizes what she’s seeing. There is blood on his clothes. She glances up and sees more blood splattered against his hands. She looks at his face…and finds him staring back at her. 
mise en place tag: @muchadoaboutcj billy russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog  
general tag: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson
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zigzagziggyyy · 7 months ago
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Betrayed [2018] Billy as Mike Wolf pt 1
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