#dad!billy russo

[whowantsnachos]

me every time ben barnes comes on tv during the t-mobile ads:

[mudkipper]

And if i blorbo-ify slaughterhouse five then what

[val-writesstuff]

This is an interesting story, I'm excited to see what happens next ( can I be added to the tag list if this is still a thing )

Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 18

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf by Night. Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | 18-19

A/n's: okay this one turned out good. I think atleast I hope you think the same

Warnings: violence, reader gets shot, mentions of drugs (bc Robin and steve got drugged that one episode),stuffs about to get real

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"Okay okay wait." Y/n told Robin, "you wanna, not only stay in here overnight, but you also want to put this...child-"

"What's with the pause!?"

"I've seen many things, and a child does not manipulate two grown adults that easy!" Y/n argued. "So you wanna put this child in danger-"

"This child has a name!-"

Y/n sighed, "And what is it?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You little-"

"okay! Okay!" Dustin stopped the two.

You were officially in crazy town, cookoo land, family chasing you, lost from Loki, Peter, and the others, your friends wanting to fight Russians, and you mean while are having the biggest mental breakdown of your life.

You just wanna scream.

But you get roped into their shenanigans either way.

So, you with them wait for nightfall, you staying with Erica to help and get her into the vent in the first place.

Afterward, you look for anything that could be a weapon, a knife hopefully, but it is an ice cream shop, and find nothing useful.

You're soon to join the trio on the roof.

"God I wish that magic dumbass the Corinthian was here," Y/n argued.

"Who?" Dustin asked.

"The Corinthian, he casually threatened me and Steve for ice cream," Y/n argued.

"What?" Steve asked.

"The white-haired dude? Wore glasses?"

"Y/n you were knocked out the whole time in the back almost, I don't know who you're talking about I tried to wake you up, you had a bad bloody nose, then Robin came in and you were up like nothing."

"The conversation about Nancy?" Y/n asked, he shrugged at her confused.

"Not with me, Last actual conversation we had was how Venom showed up at your house-"

"Venoms here!?" Dustin asked happily.

"Guys!" Robin argued, "Kinda, busy here!"

"Sorry." The three apologized.

You all were quiet, waiting from any word back from Erica.

Soon she was walking out unharmed, causing Steve to sigh in relief,

"Asshole child!"

"Punisher Wannabee!"

Fuck she got you with that one.

You all were quick to make it off the roof, you sliding down by the pipe on the side of the building and the others taking the stairs like normies

When you all made it in it was just a whole bunch of Chinese food boxes.

"Well shit, time to deal with a bigger problem," Y/n spoke.

"Wait! we gotta open one." Dustin protested, Steve, took out a pocket knife.

"Fine," Y/n spoke, holding her hand out for the knife, "I'll open it, remember Hydra fighter?"

"Let the Punisher Wannabe open it-"

"How bout you open it, Sinclair?"

"I'm a child hell no."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Steve looked at her, "Come on,"

He gave it to her, and she opened it without a care in the world, "Fuck come on..."

Turns out? Russians are in Hawkins, yay.

You opened the container, to find smaller ones inside.

"Woah, step back," Steve told the group, Robin and Erica were quick to take a step back.

"You too dude," Steve told Dustin.

"What!? no!"

"Come on-"

"no-"

"Yep, that's Hydra alright..." Y/n spoke already and had pulled a container out of the box, the signature symbol plastered on the underside of the bottle, "Bastards...Gotta say though, they're losing their shit on the packaging, come on man, step it up."

"Y/n!"

"What!? I'm being honest!" Y/n argued, "At least Stark has better packaging!"

"Tony Stark!?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, Tony Stark-"

The room suddenly rattled.

"We're fucked." Y/n spoke up.

"What? Dustin, open the door." Steve ordered as Dustin turned to press the button.

"It's not working."

"What do you mean it's not-"

Meanwhile, Y/n was taking a seat in a free corner where no boxes sat the group started to argue.

"Just press the button!" Steve argued pressing a button causing a large door to close.

"We're in an elevator!" Y/n called, "And we're going down!"

It was indeed you all were going down, you sat on the floor already knowing something like this would happen, come on its hydra.

So while everyone was screaming their heads off, you were just waiting for it to stop.

It was a hard and sudden stop and even made you slip from your seat a little.

"Okay. Hydra you got my respect back." Y/n sighed standing up, "kinda atleast."

She went to help Robin and Dustin up, seeing Steve was barried under boxes, helping them off him and him up he brushed himself off.

"Thanks-"

You were already walking away to help the next person to there feet

And they're arguing again while your clipping the canister to your belt.

"I dont care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks Party!-"

"Move-"

"What-"

"Move!"

Y/n pushed Steve out the way and climbed up on the table, she had found and opening in the ceiling of the elevator.

"Anyone comin?" She called out getting to the top.

"I am." Dustin spoke following her as she held an arm out for him, he grabbing it as she lifted him up with ease, "woah-"

She stood up, looking up.

"Anything up there?" Steve asked.

"Nope." Dustin spoke.

"Lots and lots of climbing..." y/n sighed, "and Im sure I couldnt even climb that...fuck..."

She took a seat with a sigh, watching Dustin start to pace for an idea.

"My walkie!" He beemed, taking it from his bag and bringing it up.

For the next, god knows how long he tried working at it, calling for help as Y/n sat against the wall ontop the elevator.

"Dustin. Please." Y/n spoke rubbing her head, "its not gonna work."

"What happened to you?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked confused at his anger.

"You! You use to be so! Lets save the world-"

"Dustin! This isnt the world to me!" Y/n defended, "this is day to day life!"

He looked at her with a given up look: "look...come here."

He sat besides her, "Im going crazy." Y/n told him.

"Your fighting russians and demodogs-"

"No. No." Y/n responded.

"Im going truly crazy." Y/n responded, "something. Something in my head...Im seeing things that arent there. Im mistakening dreams with reality-"

"You're getting a super power!?" Dustin asked.

Y/n sighing, "yeah. Maybe thats it."

"Thats a good thing!" Dustin cheered, "look at the stuff you do now! Imagine after super powers!"

"Super Powers? Some one blasting us out of here?" Steve spoke climbing up.

"Im better off stuck down here then up there at this point." Y/n responded, "Its almost day and Im still completely unknown of whats happening to my friends..."

"What happens if the Russians-"

"Dustin. I. Its not Russians." Y/n told Steve walking to the corner of the elevator, "trust me-"

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked Steve.

"What do you think Im doing Im taking a leak." Steve spoke undoing his pants turning his head to see the two looking.

"Well!? Look away! Look away!"

"Jesus! Okay! Okay!" Dustin told turning around.

"Nothing I havent seen before." Y/n shrugged.

"Ew!" Dustin gagged as Y/n looked towards Dustin.

"I thought you two werent a thing anymore!" He argued.

"We're not." Y/n told, "I cant handle love."

"I am right here." Steve argued.

"Good. Wont have to repeat myself later when we have a moment." Y/n defended as Steve put himself back together.

"Hey!" Robin called head popping up, "we got company!"

Y/n looked at the two boys, "Come on! Get up here!"

Y/n quickly helped the two girls up, just in time too as the door slid open.

You were all quiet, hearing people moving in the bottom.

"Hydra?" Dusti whispered as Y/n brought a finger to her lips, listening to the conversation

By the sound of it they were just workers. But knowing Hydra they were most likely armed with pistols and it'd be hard keeping four bodies from bullets

So the best option was to wait for the right momment.

It was Steve's quick thinking that got you out the elevator to begin with, using the hydra container to stop the door from closing as everyone quickly slid through the crack.

You pulling Steve by his feet before he could get crushed to death.

Now you had a shit ton of walking to do.

Like a shit load.

You stayed infront of the group, armed at the ready with Steve's small pocket knife.

"Would you look at you."

"You're back."

"It is your head."

Y/n looked towards the side, the man dressed prestine and clean.

"Your outfit sucks by the way."

"Yeah. Not really into the pretty boy style either." Y/n told the Corinthian, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" He asked, "after all you figured me out a hell of a lot quicker than I could even imagine."

"Im here because these dumbasses are gonna get killed without me."

"Yeah but you have bigger things to do."

"Shame." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the long hall, "whats happening? To me?"

"Hell if I know." He responded, "my guess would be your walking between two walls."

"Walking?" Y/n asked.

"You're asleep, but not." He explained.

"Day dreaming?" Y/n asked, "Multiverse jumping?"

"No." He spoke, "walking is all, You're good at it. You know. Despite the"

"-Bloody nose." Steve spoke up the Corinthian gone.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You have a bloody nose." Steve told her, "again."

Y/n felt at her nose, "sorry."

"Thats the what? Third one?" He asked, "you gonna be okay?"

Y/n nodded wipping her nose on the back of her hand, "yeah fine."

He watched her walk ahead again.

"Hey!" She stopped them, they coming to a crossroads, "come on keep quiet. Follow me. There's people up ahead."

You were quick to guide them behind some type of cover from Hydra soilders.

You quickly hurried them along, and even had to pull them behind cover when they stood there out in the open like idiots amazed.

"To the coms room." Erica spoke poitning it out.

"Comns room???" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. While you were busy day dreaming we got a radio signal a hole."

"I should feed you to the Hulk you know." Y/n argued.

"What makes you say its a comns room?" Steve argued.

"Lots of lights and control shit."

"That could be hudnreds of diffrent things."Dustin argued.

"Shes not far off." Y/n told Dustin, "just stay ontop me."

They nodded, following her close behind.

It was easy to get them to the comns room, You ushering them all inside as they quickly did as told.

Just to be face with a Hydra soilder.

"Ah fuck." Y/n mummbled as the guy looked straight at her, he knew who she was immediately .

That was before Steve yelled and rushed at him surprising the group.

"You did it!" Dustin shouted at Steve, "you won a fight!"

"Seriously? Never won a fight?" Y/n asked.

"We're not all super ripped like you." Steve panted brushing his fingers through his hair.

You looted the guy for his pistol and gun, while Dustin picked up his key card.

But as always there was more arguing, they argue alot.

Did you argue this much?

Yeah most likely.

"Hey!" Robin called, "your gonna wanna see this."

Y/n quickly climbed the stairs joining Robin, "Fucking Hydra...little assholes..."

"Holy shit..." Dustin spoke.

You were all looking at a machine, ripping into a portal, a familiar portal, the Upside Down

"I...I swear. If I fucking get my hands on Zeemo."

"Zeemo?" Dustin asked.

"He made Bucky Barnes the Winter soilder. And I have a feeling Zeemo did this bull shit too."

Y/n rushed back down the stairs to see the man Steve once beat the shit out of gone.

Rushing to the door she opened it seeing Everyone looking her way.

"Avenger!" They shouted, Y/n lifting the pistol up before letting out a few rounds and slamming the door shut.

"Run!" She shouted.

"What?!"

"I said run!" Y/n shouted opening the door allowing them to go through, "Do it freely OR I'LL DO IT AT GUN POINT!"

"Avenger!" Soilder shouted behind them, "Get her!"

Y/n turned around firing at the soilders but the magazine was empty.

"What!? Already!? Oh come on!" Y/n shouted rushing down after the group.

She jumped the railing following the group close in tail, ramming into one of the soilders with a better gun.

"Thats mine now!" Y/n shouted hitting it across the second soilders face causung him to go down.

She turned around shooting at the soilders rushing at her while cautiously running backwards, downing a few before she took off once again.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "hurry!"

"Im going!" Y/n shouted jumping over the small set of steps before turning around, shooting just a few more bullets, the gun empty again.

"OH THESE GUNS SUCK COME ON HYDRA!" Y/n shouted before rushing towards soilders using as a Melee weapon, before dropping it and pulling out Steve's pocket knife.

"Y/n!"

"Go! Now!" Y/n ordered.

Steve and Robin watching her threw the window on the door, superhero pose and all, nothing but a pocket knife in her hand as soilders rushed at her.

Within a few seconds she downed atleast five more of them, using themselves against each other, but with how many flooded in at once, she was beat, kicked, shot at and went to the ground within the next mintue: shouting for the group to run as she fought back even in captivaty.

But they manage to stop you by knocking you out

Because Hydra has no class.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a cage, surrounded by a binding circle.

"Ugh..." she groaned.

There was a noise: a growl? Maybe not, maybe a gargle?

She looked to the side, "Oh. Hey. They got you too,"

The thing Hpmh in its in own way.

"Yeah...oh shit my side..." y/n complained, "Let me guess...they wanted you to join for your stunning looks. Look. You havent eaten me. So. Im Y/n..."

It grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Sterotype. My bad. Not every green thing thats huge wants to beat everything up."

Y/n looked at the creature, "you got a name?"

It hummed and bubbled.

"Ted?" Y/n asked, "How long you've been stuck here."

It answered in a grumble.

"shit that sucks." Y/n responded, "why you in the pound?"

Y/n listened as the thing blurbed, ranted in its own way.

"Because you're...a swamp...monster..." Y/n responded, "Mhm you there forced Test runner?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. I can understand that." Y/n complained rubbing her head as she looked at the binding circle, "this thing keeping you in?"

He nodded.

"Seeing they put me in here." Y/n spoke, "they wanted you to eat me and wanted any sorcery I had to cease along with any strength."

He grummbled, "what? No. Not with out my sling ring you?"

A few hums, blurbs and grunts in response.

"Really You have powers? Oh an me? Someones a fan boy." Y/n chuckled, "but yeah. Avenger. Not much of a power kinda gal..."

You used the bars to help you to your feet leaning it against it as you used it as support to walk looking for anything.

The binding circle too far for you to reach over and simply swipe at and ruin.

And with your new cellmate you were shit out of luck on most things.

But before you could really try anything, two soilders came in with there Lutenit

"I demand to talk to Zeemo!" Y/n shouted at the commander.

"Zeemo has no weight and is a scum to us."

"Fuck." Y/n mummbled looking back at Ted, "Im shit out of ideas."

"I will ask you once." He spoke, careful to keep outside the bidding circle.

"Which Avenger sent you."

"None." Y/n argued, "Your mother did. And shit did she suck my fat fucking dick like no tommrow!"

A gun shot rang off as Y/n was shot in the leg, she growling in pain but kept standing up.

"Fury must have sent you-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

"Zeemo prehaps?!"

Another shot to the leg, she crumbling against the ground hands still on the bar.

"Do you hear that?" The Lutenit asked, taking a step closer, "You're friends?"

"Fuck!" There was a cry, they in a near by room, she could hear it threw the vent.

Y/n was slient, as she kept her head down the Lutient taking another step closer, he would be rewarded highly, capturing both spies and a long term enemy. Y/n's grip tightened on the bar as he took another long stride.

"Who is the cock sucker now?"

Y/n reached out grabbing him by the belt slamming into the bars, "You!"

Y/n grabbed his gun quickly shooting him and falling back to aim at the other two just as quick, downing the three.

"Fuck..." she sighed pulling at the soilders foot bringing him closer so y/n could grab his keys as she quickly got up and made it to the locked cage door.

"You comin?" She asked opening it as Ted got up, "yeah. Come on. We're blood buddies now."

He followed her carefully, she grabbing stuff off the soilders to tie her leg off.

Ted was gentleman enough to even tie them off as a thank you.

You like ted, anyone hurts ted they fuck with you

Peaking your head out you dont see anyone, but as soon as you do an alarm goes off.

So you and a Giant Swamp Monster named Ted are on the hunt for your friends and quick too, rushin to find your friends you tried the first door, it already open and you could hear laughing.

"Haha! Henderson!"

Y/n opened the door quickly.

"And Y/n! Haha!" Steve laughed as she walked in.

"Y/n!" Dustin cheered, cutting the bindings on the two, Ted following her inside causing them all to scream.

"Hey! Hey!" She shouted, "Ted! This is Ted! He's cool! He's with me! They wanted him to eat me but we're chill! Right Ted?!"

He nodded as they just looked at the two.

"Well?! Come on!" Y/n shouted rushing them all along.

You manage to lead them all path free of Russain soilders till you turn a corner and there's both screaming.

Turns out Ted had a rescue party coming consisting of one man.

Luckily Ted can stop you before you go full fighter on the poor dude.

"Again?" He asked Ted, "and ropping people into it now?"

Ted grumbled.

"Okay. Obviously your friends." Y/n smiled at the two, "but if you'd like to stay that way we should oh. Run!"

Turns out Dustin knabbed on of there vechiles and your having to basically pick Steve and Robin up into it, you drive, because honestly you don't trust anyone else. Along with the new comer in the front.

"Im Jack!" He introduced holding out a hand for a hand shake.

"Are you seriously introducing yourself right now?!" Y/n argued driving as fast as she could.

"Right sorry!"

Y/n looked to the side: "Im Y/n!"

You manage to get everyone to the Elevator and rush everyone inside.

And in the elevator its even worse.

Steve and Robin joking around, playing.

"Its like Im-"

"Surfing!" They both cheered.

Ted looked at Y/n, "I swear there both usually way better than this."

She watched Steve fall and tumble over, Y/n walking over to him.

"Hey! Steve!" Y/n shouted.

"Y/n?"he asked, "what are you doin here?"

"They seem drunk." Erica argued.

"Why would they be drunk."

"Steve-"

"Boop." He poked her on the nose, "Hey- when did you get here Y/n?"

"Steve let me-"

"No- Ow!"

"Sorry- sorry.." y/n apologized holding his eyes opened.

"His pupils are dilated." She spoke, "not drunk but drugged."

"Jack, where'd you park your car?" Y/n asked.

"Car?"

"Yeah."

"I walked here? Heh..."

Y/n looked back at Steve, "Where's your car Steve?"

"Ooo can we stop at the food court!" Robin asked, "i'd kill for a hot dog on a stick!"

"Yeah!" Steve smiled.

"You can have as much food as you want!" Dustin told him the two drugged teens cheering, "Where are your keys? For the car!"

"Keys!? Hah the russians took those!"

You sighed, as the Elevator stopped, you all filing out in a rush.

"You guys stay safe." Y/n told Ted and Jack.

"Thank you-"

"Hey!" A police officer shouted.

"Shit..." Dustin spoke looking around, "in here! Come on!"

Looks like Jack and Ted weren't done with you yet as you pulled them in to hide in the back halls of the mall with you.

You had to figure out something to do with Ted and Jack, mostly Ted.

"Uh...this way! Behind the screen!" Y/n shouted rushing Ted in.

"Alright. I want you to stay in here." Jack spoke.

Ted grumbled, "yeah I know you can help! But when the times right alright buddy?"

Ted shrugged in relucant exceptence.

Leaving Ted hidden for now you quickly joined Dustin and Erica to divise a plan.

You told Jack to stay there and keep an Eye on Robin and Steve while you and Dustin went up to try and radio the group.

Turns out Dustin ran the battery pretty dry, but he managed to get back to the group, barely able to hear or register anything.

"Hey!" Jack spoke rushing in the room with Erica.

"There gone."

"What?!" Y/n argued getting up and looking for the two in the crowd, "shit..."

You all went on the hunt for them, but you ended up falling, Jack luckily catching you.

"Ah. Your bleeding-"

"No shit I got shot atleast twice."

He helped you along to a bathroom, sitting you on the counter you groaned, adrenaline starting to wear thin.

He pulled out a little pocket med kit, he must get in alot of shit problems if he carries one around.

He rolled undid the binding you hand on them and rolled up your pants leh and took a look at them.

"It didn't go threw..." he spoke.

"You have tweazers in there?" Y/n asked.

"Uh. Yes." Jack spoke holding them out for her she taking off her belt bitting down on it.

She lifted her leg to rest on the counter.

Taking a deep breathe she dug the tweazers in eyebrows knitting in pain as her face became hot, pulling the first bullet out. Jack even had to look away from the gruesome act, his own eyebrows knitting as he griminced in disgust. She tossed the bullet in the sink to quickly get the second and within the next mintue she had the second out. Pulling her belt from her mouth she sighed in relief.

"Could you?"

"Yeah- Yes. Of course." He spoke.

You watched him disinfect and clean the wound and surronding area.

It was quiet between you two, until he spoke up and thanked you for saving his friend.

"He gets in trouble quiet a lot." He chuckled, "this way Is...quiet new."

Y/n chuckled, "Im always in trouble it seems..."

"Your a midnight son." He spoke, Y/n looking up from the work being done on her leg, "You work with Marc Spector."

Y/n nodded, "how do you know that."

He shrugged, "Lets just say we've fought before."

"Your the wearwolf." Y/n cut in he looking up, "I remember the markings."

He nodded, looking down at his work, "We had quiet the moment back then."

Jack laughed, "calling falling to our deaths is hardly considered a moment."

Y/n chuckled, "I'll take what I can get, one of the better memories...especially as of recent."

He stiched her leg up carefully, "We have to stop running into each other this way-"

Y/n winced, "Im sorry." He apologized quickly.

"Are you alright?" He asked a hand resting on her shoulder.

Y/n nodded, "I'll be fine. Thanks..."

Y/n watched the skin close up on the first stitch, he moving onto the second hole.

As he stitched you up, you both contuined to talk, as if you were old buddies catching up

He had a contagious smile, and a sweet heart

To be honest you feel bad for almost killing him that one time.

You didnt expect the conversation to get so deep either: he telling you what he did as the "other" side of him wasnt really him.

"I mean. I like this side. But the other side was kinda fluffy," y/n defended, causing him to laugh.

"And you? Do you have an other side?" He chuckled.

Y/n thought for a mintue, "I don't know. Not like you atleast. Not that I know of."

"No?" He asked, "arent we all animal in some way? We all have something itching."

Y/n chuckled, "If Im an animal Im one uncapable of happiness."

"Why say that? You're lovely. Besides the almost killing me."

"I almost let myself be happy...with Steve. With my dad."

"But?"

"But I always have to do the "bigger" thing, save the world, save this save that." Y/n spoke, "I dont mind it. I don't. Really. Its fun even sometimes, I just...end up missing people after there not on the feild anymore but rather in it."

Jack cleaned her stiches one last time, and wrapped her leg in gauze, "sounds like to me like you need to save yourself."

He finished off her bandages tying them off and tucking the loose ends in, "or. You need to be saved. Just once."

"Reinvention?" Y/n asked.

"No." He spoke, "Heal yourself before you Heal others. Doesnt have to be while in battle, but off the feild."

"Mentally?"

He nodded.

He made a good point: maybe you need mental healing.

Dustin busted through the door and the others followed.

"Okay look. It doesn't take that long to bandage a wound. Y/n stop flirting." Dustin argued.

"What-"

"We need to go!" Erica argued.

"We go out the front, circle round and grab Ted." Dustin explained.

"Why not just go through the Theater?"

"Because its closed." Dustin explained.

"Come on."

So both you and Jack got up and walked towards the group, you all poking your head out looking to see the last group from the theater leaving.

And quickly all join to blend in with the group.

You blended pretty easy, you and Jack especilaly keeping your head down.

"Turn around." Robin argued.

"What?"

"They're here." She told, "the russians."

The group looked at rhe man checking IDs, he turning towards them.

"Shit gotta go!" Y/n told, "go!"

The group ran away, sliding down between the escalators quickly.

You could hear the running behind you, you all rushing to hide.

And out of all places in the food court,

You had pushed the kids under the counter in hopes they'd have more cover.

You put a finger to your lips as Dustin and Erica covered there mouths.

Looking at The other three they were

It was eerily quiet.

The car alarm of the "Win a Prize" car went off and a quick growl out as the car was thrown the two kids grabbing onto you in fear

You slowly peaked over the counter, the group following you.

"Haha!" Y/n laughed, "Ted!"

He smiled and looked up to the second floor.

"Haha!" Dustin cheered, "Yes! The gangs all together."

It was indeed a good sight, the heros y/n had lost track of? All together: beat up? Oh for sure, but together and intact.

You barely could hold your ground as Peter and Kate almost tackled you down in a hug.

"We thought you were a goner!" Kate told.

"No kidding! We looked everywhere for you then ran into Mr.Stark-"

"Wait wait wait." Y/n stopped them, "Tony?"

"They're all here!" Kate spoke, "and this thing! Its called the mind flayer! And it's not just in Hawkins its in New York! And It has everyone by the head! And so we learned about the Upside down! And we didnt know how to reach you! So we went along sithe everything and Billy Hargrove? Right? He's like a main leader! We think he got to Frank and thats how it spread!-"

"Woah woah Woah!" Y/n stopped, "Slow down. Slow down. Look I was just stuck in a Hydra base!"

"Hydra base!?"

"Okay! What is going on!" Nancy intruppted, "Hydra?!"

"Okay Hydra is what turned bucky barnes into the Winter Soilder-" y/n told the huddled around group.

"They strengthened Wanda Maximoff and...uh..." Y/n spoke, "They're a huge threat."

"What's the game plan here exactly? Because if Im honest. Strange." Eddie started up, "has no sling ring nor neck stone thing Kate's out of arrows, Parkers only part spider, Wade's got no bullets left, no swords, loki's and Chavez are all magiced out, Venom wont even come out."

"Wait" y/n argued, "You lost the eye of Agimoto-"

"More of it was ripped from my neck." Strange argued.

"By who?!' Y/n argued.

"By Billy-"

"Hargrove's flayed?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n." Strange spoke, she looking at strange, face full of concern, "you're brother, Billy Russo, he's here."

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A Christmas Wish

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smooches, mentions of Billy’s shitty childhood and a couple of swear words.

Word Count: 2.1K-ish

Summary: You love decorating the Christmas tree but Billy doesn’t and he tries to put on a smile for you so you try to make it better by giving him a few special gifts.

A/N: Greetings and Happy 2025 to my lovely friends! Hope you are well and I apologize for being quiet lately. I’ve been sick and my entire week off from work was spent trying to recover from whatever lovely cold is going around.

I tried to put this out before Christmas but obviously that didn’t happen and I’ve also been a little bummed about friendly interaction, everyone seems to have disappeared but whatever, I digress.

Oh I’m also thinking about trimming down my tag list again just because I don’t feel like wasting anyone’s time if you’re not interested in reading my fics anymore. I dunno, I’m just feeling sorry for myself. I’m sure it will pass…

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Some of them were very delicate.

The ornaments were old, made from very thin glass and passed down to you by your parents, that they received from THEIR parents. There were a handful that said “Baby’s First Christmas” followed by your name written in beautiful script. A pink bulb that was stuffed with “angel hair” was one of your favorites. That’s what your dad used to tell you when you were little which you thought was a cute story.

Billy had taken the ornament tote out of storage so the two of you could decorate the tree together. Mostly, he just sat back and let you decorate the tree. He wasn’t particularly fond of this time of year or any holiday.

A brass ornament with a sleeping baby and the year you were born, a red bauble with your name written in silver glitter on the side, and a bone ornament with your childhood dog’s name on it were a few more of your favorites.

Each ornament had a story like who gave it to you and what year, and if there was a reason they picked that particular one. The dates ranged from the time you were born up until recent years. Some of them were handmade from when you were a child that your father thought you might like to have along with the one he gave you last year with a picture of you and Billy inside for your first Christmas together.

Trimmed to perfection, which was obviously Billy’s doing, the tree stood impressively in front of one of the large windows in the penthouse so it could be seen by others, looking out from the tops of their buildings. The warm white lights shined against the dark green needles, giving off an enticing invitation that made it so you couldn’t help but stare at it.

The branches were full and abundant with plenty of room for all of your ornaments as shades of red, green, and gold bounced off the delicate glow of the white lights.

This time of year brought back so many fond memories for you. Billy couldn’t say the same thing. Growing up without a family, this time of year was just a reminder of all the holidays he spent in the group home, alone.

He didn’t have any ornaments from childhood to hang on the tree.

“The decorations they put up just made me more depressed.” He had told you. “The old pathetic little fake tree, it was all bullshit, and it just made me hate her even more for leaving. They called the group home Ray of Hope but there was nothing hopeful about that place.”

He had a mother, she had been out there somewhere but she didn’t want him. She never did. That shattered your heart, twisted your stomach into knots, and left you wondering how a mother could do that to her own child.

The darkness that comes with the winter months is hard enough so you thought a tree would light up that darkness, make it colorful, and maybe brighten his day just a little bit.

Billy put the tree up for you, because you wanted it and because he loved to see you smile, even though the Christmas season didn’t bring him any happy memories like it did for you.

But you were determined to make it better, he deserved it and you loved him more than anything.

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If he had ever wanted to talk about it, Billy would be the first one to tell you that his childhood was shit but he worked hard to make sure children in need would have a better Christmas than he ever did so he helped out collecting Toys for Tots during this time of year.

So he had a lot of long December days where he wouldn’t get home until late.

The lights in the penthouse were dimmed to create a warm and cozy environment for when Billy came home. The presents you had for him were nicely wrapped and sitting on the large coffee table near the couch, you picked up his favorite cookies from the bakery, and had a glass of his favorite bourbon ready and waiting for him.

His keys jingled in the door handle as he walked through the door.

“Another late one, sweet girl. I’m sorry.” Said Billy.

He was always so apologetic when he worked late but you understood.

On cold nights like tonight, you loved to sit in the dark, a fire blazing in the fireplace, relax in comfortable clothes, with nothing but the Christmas tree lights on, and quietly look out at the city skyline. You had been enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and reading your book when Billy walked through the door.

He walked over to the couch to give you a quick kiss and then head to his office but you stopped him.

“Can you sit for a minute, handsome? Please?” You asked.

He desperately wanted to get more work done before really calling it a night plus he liked to find any excuse he could to not be near the Christmas tree.

“Can it wait, baby? I just wanna get a little work done.” He said, firmly.

Normally, you could wait a little while until he was finished but tonight was different, this was for him, and you just really wanted to give him something special.

But you decided to put your foot down.

“No…actually, it can’t wait, Billy.” You said.

Billy hated to disappoint you or make you angry with him so he sat down on the couch, next to you. He noticed the present as he took a sip of bourbon.

“Did you get an early present from someone at work or somethin’?” He asked.

Biting down on your lower lip, you shook your head and tried to keep from smiling. You were excited to give him his presents.

“It’s for you, Billy.” You said, softly.

Billy set his glass down, looked at you and then looked at the box.

“But Christmas isn’t for two weeks, sweet girl.” He said with a slight smile.

You replied, “I know…open it.”

The wrapping paper was all white and you had tied a perfect bow with royal blue ribbon. His long fingers carefully untied the ribbon and set it aside. Billy then tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a large white box. As he removed the top, he stared at the blue tissue paper inside for a minute before digging around for the gifts underneath.

Billy first pulled out his United States Marine Corps ornament. He read the saying on the back out loud for you.

“From the Halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

We fight our country’s battles

In the air, on land, and sea;

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean;

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines.”

Billy looked over at you and started to say, “Baby, this is…”

But you stopped him.

“There’s more, my love. Keep going.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.

He found his Christmas stocking next. It looked like yours except his was red to go along with your green one and his name was embroidered at the top, in the same font to match yours, and a hook to hang it from, over the fireplace. The final gift in the box was a plain red bulb ornament with his name written in silver glitter on it, just like the one you received as a child.

You wanted Billy to have ornaments that were his and his alone for him to hang on the tree. You hoped it would make this time of year a little happier for him.

“Sometimes I forget that this time of year isn’t pleasant for everyone. I was hoping to make it a little better for you, Billy. So I got you ornaments that are just for you.” You said.

He replied, holding the stocking and glitter ornament in his hand, “They’re just like yours.”

“I wish I could take away your bad memories, but I can’t. So I thought maybe if you had new memories…that, um…” You trailed off with a hitch in your voice.

Billy didn’t let you finish. He just leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips, the sweet taste of vanilla and a little spicy from the nutmeg on his from the sips of bourbon he had a few minutes ago, and the woodsy scent of his cologne floated past your nose as you kissed him back.

The warm white lights reflected in his onyx colored eyes and his smile traveled from the curl in his lip, up to the lines around his eyes. Billy didn’t have to say how he was feeling, you could see it in his eyes, see it in his smile, and you felt it in the way he kissed you.

“These are just…I don’t…thank you, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

He looked over at the tree for the first time since he arrived home and actually smiled. Billy finally had his own ornaments to hang on the Christmas tree and he looked excited about it.

“Go ahead, baby.” You said with a warm smile.

Billy rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, loosened his tie, stood up while carefully holding his ornaments, walked over to the tree and pondered about where he should place them. You knew the perfectionist in him wanted to pick out the perfect spot for them.

He found your ornament with your name written in silver glitter and he placed his on the branch next to it. Billy then found a branch near the top for his Marines ornament that he needed the stepladder to reach and he hung his stocking on the opposite end of the fireplace from where yours was. He said he had to keep it “symmetrical” which made you chuckle. There’s that perfectionist trait hard at work again.

Billy actually looked content, finding places for his ornaments and hanging his stocking on the fireplace. He finally had the experience that he didn’t get to do when he was young.

Forced to grow up faster than he should have, Billy Russo’s childhood was stolen from him by the person that was supposed to protect him and love him but she didn’t. His mother left him and never looked back so it really wasn’t a mystery of why he didn’t trust anyone, why he never got close to anyone, or why he never had a long term relationship.

You were helping him work through some of that pain and building trust so he would never have to go through any of that hurt ever again.

As he sat down, you let your head gently fall against his chest as he kissed the top of your head. You felt your eyelids getting heavy and it was a relief to close them as you pulled your legs up onto the couch. His body was a warm cradle for yours.

“I love you.” Whispered Billy, kissing the top of your head again.

With your eyes closed still, you smiled and replied, “I love you too, Billy. I just want all your Christmas wishes to come true.”

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, my love. My only wish is I wish I didn’t have to wait so long for you.” He said in barely more than a whisper.

Tears stung the back of your eyes as your heart began to race and your fingers started to tingle. All Billy had ever wanted was to be loved and something as simple as a Christmas ornament with his name on it, you knew he’d cherish it forever because it came from someone who showed him he deserved to be loved and he was worthy of affection.

You finally understood why Billy always kept you close, why he never let you wander too far from him, and why he had a hand on you at all times. Sometimes he held on a little too tight but it was because he didn’t want what he had to go away or be taken from him like it had all those years ago.

The little toy soldier that was attached to his keys was the first thing you ever gave him and he was constantly reaching into his pocket to make sure it was there. Just like the ornaments, the toy soldier might seem insignificant or small to anyone else, but to him, it was everything.

You gave him back some of the childhood that was taken from him and you will never forget the smile that stretched across his face.

Your parents always said that it was better to give than receive…and giving Billy a happy Christmas memory allowed you to finally experience what they had been talking about.

And they were absolutely right. Making Billy Russo smile really was the best feeling in the world.

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Wrecked (Part 2)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

Thursday night ended up being busier than usual with a large group coming in to celebrate… something. You never quite caught the reason. You were so busy tending the bar that you rarely looked up to see faces. It was nice to see the tip jar nearly overflowing towards the end of the night. 

You were pulling drafts for a couple of regulars when the door flew open and a grinning Cecily walked in as if she was a triumphant warrior returning from battle. You laugh and announce loudly, “Batten down the hatches! Hurricane Cecily is blowing through town!”

“Hey!” Cecily laughs as she hugs you, “The place looks great! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’m really good. Looking forward to hearing more about your adventures.”

“Yes, but for now, I need a drink!” Cecily drags you to the bar. 

“Let me guess… a blue motorcycle?” You smirk. 

“You know me so well,” Cecily grins.

“How was your trip?” You smile as you make her drink.

“Fabulous! Saw the sights, made some friends, and had some good times. Pissed my dad off to all hell and back because I refused the match he arranged,” she giggles.

“He should know better by now,” you laugh. Cecily’s father had won the genetic lottery when he, a beta, and her mother, also a beta, produced an Omega offspring. He had hopes of marrying her off to make connections and strengthen the family standing. What he hadn't planned on was her strong will and refusal to marry until she fell in love. It was something you envied about her and probably one of the things that had drawn the two of you together. She was an Omega that a family centered their hopes on which she refused to comply with and you were the broken Omega who had disappointed your family with your inability to comply. 

“No matter their designation, men are all the same. Hard headed and yet oblivious,” Cecily rolls her eyes.

“Can't argue with that. I-”

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go," Frank's raspy voice interrupts. 

"Hey Frankie," Cecily teases. 

“Welcome back. What trouble are you planning to get into?” Frank asks as he takes the stool next to her.

“All the fun kind,” she grins. 

“Oh, Cec, Frank's best friend is coming to town soon. You'll have to meet him. I have a hunch you two will be hilarious together,” you giggle as Frank narrows his eyes at you. 

“Don't give her any ideas. Those two would tear apart the town together,” Frank turns to Cecily, “And if you let him, your bed, too.”

“Well, I'm certain I can show him a good time while he's here," Cecily says slyly. 

"Heard from him yet?" You ask.

"Yep," Frank says with a withering glance at Cecily. "He'll be here tomorrow. Leaving Sunday night or Monday."

"I can't wait to meet him," you wink at Frank. 

Cecily gives him a wicked smile, "Your best friend must be so interesting. Tell me about him."

Frank looks up at the ceiling as if praying for help but, knowing Cecily won't give up easily, he gives a few details, "He's an Alpha. Owns a security company. Real smooth with the 'megas and isn't the kind anyone can pin down. Just your type."

"What are you trying to say, Frank?" Cecily narrows her eyes. 

"Nothin'," Frank gives a shit eating grin. 

"Mm-hm," Cecily sips her drink. 

"Okay, you two, enough. I've got the room ready for him and a bottle of booze waiting," you say as a fresh group comes through the front door, "Play nice while I deal with the newcomers."

You walked away unworried about the two. Despite the way they ribbed each other, they actually liked one another. Cecily held respect for the man who had seen the gem that is her best friend and Frank was grateful for the unwavering support she showed you. So, while they always had harmless barbs to lob at each other, there was a mutual respect shared. 

Occasionally as you poured drinks and served, you would glance over to see them conversing companionably. In one such moment though, your stomach dropped a bit seeing Cecily's hand on his knee as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. You shook the feeling away, knowing she would never do anything untoward, and relaxed even more when Frank laughed while shaking his head. She was probably making a comment she didn't want overheard. You berated yourself for being so insecure. Frank was a good man and, even if he did choose to leave you for an Omega without your hindrances, he would never hurt you in that way. He would tell you... or he would just disappear, which was one of your biggest fears. One day, you would wake up alone and every trace of your life together would be gone. 

Just the thought was devastating. You had never expected him to stay this long and now you were spoiled by the presence of an Alpha in your life. You shake the negative thoughts away. Frank is your Alpha and he is going to mate you. But even that thought came with doubts. Your mind wouldn't let you believe that he would really mate you. He had said it to comfort you. He hadn't really meant it. He wouldn't tie himself to a wrecked Omega for life. No Alpha would. 

"Hey! Can I get another one?" A voice pulls you out of your melancholy thoughts. 

"You got it," you smile at the man and pour. The night is busy for a Thursday but you manage to make it back over to Frank and Cecily after a while. 

"Frank has been filling me in on his friend. I can't wait to meet him," Cecily smiles. 

"Well then, he's given you more information than he's given me," you laugh with a wink at Frank. 

"That's not true. I've told you stories about Bill," Frank laughs. 

"I had pull teeth just for you to tell me his last name!" You assert. 

"That's highly personal information," Frank smirks. 

"What is his last name?" Cecily asks. 

"Now see what you've started!" Frank exclaims. You stick your tongue out at him and laugh as his face drops. "Oh, very mature," Frank grouses.

"I'm sure your thoughts were when I did it," you tease him, leaning over the bar to whisper the words. 

"You're gonna be using it tonight," Frank groans out and then grabs you by the back of the neck to lay a kiss on you. His tongue plunders your mouth before he releases you with a smirk. You knew you were in for it when you got home and you couldn’t wait. 

“Ugh, now I’m looking even more forward to this friend of yours coming. Maybe I can interest him in a little PDA,” Cecily pouts. “I’m heading out. See ya tomorrow.”

“Night,” you and Frank say in unison. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Frank asks. 

“No, it’s okay. Head to the cabin and rest. I’ll see you in a bit,” you reassure him. 

“Alright. Be careful,” Frank gives a backwards wave as he heads for the door. 

The cabin. You always called it that or the house, never home. Part of you was scared he would correct you if you did; the other part worried it would scare him away. It was a precarious place that you stayed mentally with Frank. A fine line you balanced between loving his presence and fearing his absence. Would you ever feel confident in his commitment?

Billy coming had to mean something. Frank wouldn’t introduce you to his best friend, the closest thing he had to family, if he didn’t have intentions of staying. Maybe it was because you felt like Frank always had his eye on the door, waiting for the moment he would have to leave or for his past to catch up to him. How much did you even really know about his past? Maybe meeting Billy would give you more insight into him. 

When the bar closed a couple of hours later, your bouncer, Jordan, walked you to your car. A precaution he insisted on since the incident with the drunken Alpha. You wondered at times if Frank had asked him (or threatened his life) to ensure you got to your car safely. He really was sweet in his gruff way. 

By the time you made it to the cabin, the windows were dark. The porchlight and a small lamp just inside the front door were on but the rest of the house was dark and quiet. You smile to yourself, remembering Frank offering to stay until closing. Obviously, you had made the right decision to send him home since he was already asleep. He worked hard and deserved the rest. 

You quietly make your way to the bathroom and quickly wash up. You peek out the door at him and a sliver of light falls over his body. His arms were curled behind his head, his bare chest rising and falling with slow breaths, and between his thick thighs his heavy cock laid. You lick your lips and feel a surge of disappointment that he’s not awake but then a wicked thought crosses your mind. He never shies from waking  you up by fucking you… maybe he wouldn’t mind the same treatment. After all, he had said you'd be putting your tongue to work when you got home and you didn't want to make a liar out of him.

Shedding your clothing, you make your way to the bed. The sliver of light from the bathroom still lays over him. When he first came to your house, he would wake at every noise or touch but over the months, he had relaxed and was actually a fairly deep sleeper. Leaning over him, you lick a stripe from tip to base. His cock jumps and he stirs but his eyes don’t open. You repeat the action bringing another small response from him. Taking him into your mouth, you work your way down his thick cock inch by inch, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. Frank makes a sexy groan as he flexes towards you, his eyes slowly open as you watch. He grabs your head and moves you slowly up and down. 

“Fuck, this’s the hottest way to be woken up,” he growls. “Couldn’t wait until the morning for this cock, huh, babe? Had to have it in you one way or the other?” 

You moan your agreement while hollowing your cheeks. Frank’s deep growling moans are making you wet and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure. 

“Goddamn, I can smell you. Getting wet from sucking this cock. Get up here. C’mon,” Frank uses his grip to pull you away from his cock and then up to straddle him. You immediately position him at your entrance and sink down, biting your lip to hold in your moan. “What’d I tell you about that?” Frank pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

“I wanna hear every sound,” he insists. “Now, you wanted this cock so bad, let’s see what you do with it.” His smirk relays the challenge as he lays back, folding his hands behind his head. 

Never one to back down from such a challenge, you knew you had to make this good. You worked your hips to get every last inch of his thick cock inside of you. He was so thick that each drag of his cock was a direct hit to your g spot but he was in so deep there was a bite of pain when he hit your cervix. You ignored it as you rode him and eventually it lessened to a mere whisper of discomfort. Putting your hands on his chest, you leaned a little more forward to grind your clit against him and let out a long moan as the new angle hit even more pleasurably. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Frank groans and then flexes up into you. 

“Oh! Fuck,” you whimper. You move more quickly, squeezing him as you barrel yourself towards orgasm. Not worried anymore about living up to his challenge, that first spark had alighted in your belly and you chased it. 

Frank ran his calloused fingertips over your nipples, no longer content to be a mere observer. He squeezed and feathered over them while watching your face. His hips came up to meet yours and your mouth dropped open to let out a small cry. He repeated the motion until he saw that sweet look pass over your face. The one that told him you were too far gone to turn back and he held himself back from coming with you. He wasn’t ready to be done yet. 

“I’m coming,” you cried as the waves of pleasure took over. Your body spasms around him as you ride out the orgasm. 

“Atta, girl. Squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck,” Frank watches as you fall apart on top of him. When your orgasm had run its course, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath but it didn’t last more than a few seconds when a smack landed on your ass and Frank’s gruff voice said, “We ain’t done yet, ‘mega. You wanted this cock so bad, you woke me from a dead sleep. Now you gotta finish what you started. Move that ass.” 

The shit-eating grin on his face made you want to be just a little defiant. You pull off of him and he immediately protests, “Where do you think you're going, ‘mega?” 

Pushing him back down on the bed, you lean in to give him a small but potent kiss. “Trust me, Alpha,” you give him a seductive look before turning around and straddling him again in reverse. You work his cock inside of you again and then look over your shoulder, “You wanted to see me move that ass…”

You bounce on top of him, being sure to give him a full view of your ass cheeks as you fuck him. Frank loved your ass and was always grabbing, slapping, or finding some other way to get his hands on it. Somehow, you had never gotten around to this particular position with him and you could tell right away it wouldn’t be the last time. His hands shot out immediately to grope you, a smack landing only a few seconds later. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Frank growled, his hands never stilling as he watched you fuck him. He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your cheeks with each motion you made while seeing his cock splitting you open. He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before pressing it to your tight little hole. He rubbed back and forth, teasing just the tip against your ring of muscle, as you rode him harder and harder. 

“Oh, fuck, Alpha. It’s so good,” you whined. The angle was hitting your g spot and you could feel yourself building again. 

“That’s right,” Frank growls, landing another smack to your ass, “Good, little ‘mega. Just need this Alpha’s fat cock splitting you open, huh?”

“Yes!” Is the only word you can manage at this point. You were tiring but the pull of another orgasm and Frank’s words were enough to keep you going. You were dripping from his praise.

“Fuck!” Frank cries out before grabbing your hips and slamming up into you forcefully. He repeats the motion over and over again and you can’t hold in your scream when you come. Frank’s loud grunts as he releases inside makes you clench around him. He flexes a few more times while holding you in place against him. When he had calmed, he pulled out and then positioned you to lay next to him. “Thanks for the wake up call,” he chuckles in your ear. 

“My pleasure,” you laugh. “I think I’ve always known the answer to the question of whether you’re a boobs or butt man but I think tonight solidified it.”

“Ass man, all the way,” Frank’s laugh rumbles through his chest. 

“Shocking,” you tease.

“Mm-hm,” comes out quietly. 

You glance over your shoulder at him and see he’s already drifting back to sleep. You smile to yourself and listen for his breathing to even out before slipping out of the bed to clean up. Glancing back at Frank from the door, you shake your head at his ability to be fucking the life out of you one minute and then practically asleep the next. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form, knowing you’d probably never hear those words from him. 

–

The next night, Friday, was busy as usual. Frank had sent a text that a water main break had delayed him and he’d be late making it to the bar. It made you a little nervous that you might meet Billy without him here but you try to brush it off and keep up with the crowd. Especially since your other bartender called out. You were glad Cecily had made an early appearance and you set her to work behind the bar with you. She was great at helping out in a pinch and genuinely enjoyed working the bar, as the tip jar showed. Her flirtation skills were on point as you watched her flip her hair and wink at a patron. She knew how to play them like a fiddle. 

She looked gorgeous. Her short, wavy hair fell over her forehead attractively, giving a peekaboo effect that was coquettish. Tight black jeans, boots, and a one shoulder green tank hugged her curves as she twirled a glass in her hand before pulling the tap. You smiled as your eyes followed her for a few moments and she sent you a wink when she caught your stare. 

You were in a lull when the smell hit you, something dark and woodsy and undeniably Alpha. You turned to find a stranger sitting at the end of your bar with his eye on you. His incredibly dark eyes seemed to bore holes right through you. He was handsome, lean but muscular, dark hair brushed back from his forehead in an undercut, and casual clothes that seemed tailor fit. He was dreamy for lack of a better word. Making your way over, you smile at the newcomer, “Well, hello there, stranger. What can I get for you?”

“Whiskey, neat,” the man says as he eyes you. 

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question. 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you smirk, “I’m afraid this bar’s version of top shelf is Johnny Walker. You strike me as more of a Lagavulin man.”

His face cracks a smile that had probably dropped more than a few pairs of panties, “You’re good, but don’t worry, I’ll stomach the Johnny Walker just fine.”

“You got it, chief,” you turn to pour the drink. Setting it in front of him, you lean on the bar, “What brings you to town?”

“Visiting a friend,” he says as he glances over at Cecily as she puts on a show while making drinks. 

Following his line of vision, you grin, “She’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Is she the owner?” 

“Mmm, excuse me,” you are distracted by another patron motioning for a refill. You quickly pour the drink and a few others before making it back to him. Pouring him a second drink, you breath in his scent covertly, “Ac-”

“So, do you ever take a customer home?” He gives you a smoldering look.

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter. 

“Only when going after something I want,” his eyes take a lazy path down to your cleavage before flicking back up to your eyes. You lean in closer to him, lowering your voice conspiratorially you say, “Not really but just occasionally someone tall, dark, and handsome blows through and I find I just can’t resist.” His eyes darken as he studies you and you could read his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud. “Oh, and to answer your earlier question, no, I’m the owner… Billy. Welcome to town.”

Part 3

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[k-marzolf]

Scruffy.

(friends to lovers, Marine!Billy, fluff, kissing, fem!reader)

509 words.

Billy was crashing at your place between tours, and you’d noticed he was looking pretty scruffy.

You’d begged to trim his beard, so he let you. How you’d said; please, Billy, so sweetly made him sure he’d do anything for you. So, he stood between your legs as you sat on the countertop, while you concentrated, tongue between your teeth, slowly pulling the razor across his skin.

His thumbs rubbed your thighs, and he couldn’t help but notice you quiver under his touch. You were careful, gentle even. God, he wanted to kiss you. You were in a sweater and skirt, and he couldn't help but admire the curve of your breasts in it, how you filled it out with your curves.

He moved, and you glared. “Hold still. I don’t wanna maim you.” You said.

Billy swallowed, amused. “Yes ma’am.” He said, still stroking your thighs.

You were so goddamn cute with your tongue out. “I did know you were a barber.” He teased you.

You smiled, “I used to shave my dad’s face when I was a kid. I insisted, and he didn’t care if his beard looked spotty.”

Billy snorted, he could see little you begging to shave her daddy’s beard. It was hard to say no to you with your sweet eyes. He’d been on the receiving end of them earlier.

“Please, Billy, please. Wanna shave you. You’re scruffy. I’ll be gentle.” You’d begged, pouting at him.

He’d stared at you over his cup of coffee. He hadn’t had coffee in so long, the bitterness was almost too much, but he still didn’t put as much sugar in as you. “My scruff offensive to you?” He teased you.

“No, I wanna make you feel good.” You’d said, putting your hands on your hips.

He’d relented, downing the rest of his coffee, your eyes turning bright as you dragged him into the small bathroom. He almost had to squeeze himself in.

“You’re going to bite your tongue off.” He said, watching you bite down on it.

You glared again. “Mr. Russo. Do you wanna go looking unkempt?” You said, putting your tongue in your mouth.

He laughed; “I bet it’d feel good on your thighs, baby.” He said, his voice low.

Your cheeks heated, and he laughed again.

When you pulled the razor away, he tangled his fingers in your hair, giving you a sweet kiss on the mouth. You smiled into it.

“Billy, I’m not done.” You giggled dodging his attempts to kiss you again, as he chased your mouth.

He grabbed the razor, “I don’t give a fuck about the scruff.” He said, pressing his mouth onto yours again.

“Billy is needy,” you said into his mouth.

“You try being in the desert with only your hand to keep you company.” He grumbled.

You pulled him closer, “Maybe we should make the most of your time here, then.”

You hopped down off the counter, and pulled Billy along, who followed eagerly. You were gonna make it so he'd never want to leave home again.

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[0fucsgiveon]

𝓐 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!- choking, possessive behavior, billy!russo x fem!reader, dark!Billy Russo. Knife play, daddy kink, spanking, guns and knifes, murder, drugs and alchol, (Dom sub dynamics) stalking, overstimulation, squirting, slapping, rough topics. Toxicity (let me know if i miss anything!) not proofread

18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

Y/n was a women of power whatever she wanted she got. She was the leader of one of the most top gangs in new york which only consists of women. Though one thing was for sure she despised men they were the annoying fly that she tried to get rid of but they kept comming. That all changed when she decided to make an alliance with the one and only Billy

You took a deep breath the smell of gun powder and smoke filled you nose. The smell was all but familiar it made your heart skip a beat and walk with more force. As you walked along many workers bowed down to you. You loved power the one thing you never had as a little girl and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face. A girl with short red hair and glasses that sat on her nose perfectly, spoke as she fiddled with the pen in her suit. “Mrs, i’m sorry to bother you. But your appointment arrived early and he asked if you could hurry up” 

“Ah i see” you spoke softly and looked at the girl who was shaking. “Good job, go ahead and take a break i know its a little scary, and remember he can’t and wont do anything as long as im here” 

The girl smiled and nodded as she walked away and sat on a nerby couch.

You slowly walked up the stairs carefully listening to the small sounds of heavy feat walking around the room. As you reached the door you slowly opened the door and locked it behind you. Slowly turning to see a guy with rugged clothes and buzzed hair, he had cuts on his face and deep brown eyes that were trailing down your body and up to your face. You stared blankly at him for awhile than slowly sat down on a leather chair crossing your legs. He looked down at your thighs that the slant on your dress exposed to his feasting eyes . “You know were here for business and i don’t like to have my time wasted. Scar face” you spoke with venom as you stared him in the eyes. Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he walked towards you with a low chuckle. “Listen, sweetheart I’m not here to waste my time either” he turned around and sat down spreading his legs and leaning back.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before looking back at him. “Before we get down to business i want you to know i hate men and the only reason im talking to you right now is because you have stuff i need and i have stuff you need” 

“Trust me princess ive heard all about your hate towards men and how you had such a fucked up life with your poor dad-“ you threw a knife right at the wall it barley touching his face as you walked over to him placing both of your hands on the arm of his chair. “You have no right to talk about him you understand” 

Billy just smirked and pulled you closer by the chin with his hand. “Don’t worry princess im not here to hurt you or talk about your shitty life” his voice was stern but spoke with a hint of calmness. That made your heart race and feel your cheek’s turn hot. You both sat there in quiet for a moment before you pulled away and sat down pouring a glass of 1980 rose wine. You looked at him intensely before taking a sip and getting back to the discussion.

The meeting was faster than you thought and billy was more agreeable and not as indecisive as people made him out  be. 

“See you later sweetheart” he playfully winked and walked out which caused you  to roll your eye’s.

A few months went by everything was going smoothly. Billy has moved his crew in your hideout, so you seen him a lot more. You would be lying if you actually didn’t appreciate his presence. He would often talk about his past life, which you related too. But he mostly talked about his “psychologist girlfriend”. You didnt like her and practically wanted to rip her head off. Which led you to this situation right now. You forced yourself to look down at the broken window where her hopeless body laid. She tried to kill you so you fought back which led to her bleeding out on the sidewalk surrounded by random people. You felt your heart thump and blood drip down your face to your eyebrow.

 You looked over to see billy with a blank expression than down at the body than back at you. You back up and ran to find your gun. Slowly you crept to the door. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! AFTER ALL I DONE YOU DO THIS. YOUR FUCKING BITCH” billy kicked the door open and when he was about to turn a corner you knocked him down. “Heh, im the bitch shes the one who fucking started it! I did you a favor! She was sleeping with other guys billy!” You shouted. “Your a fucking liar” he flipped you over and onto the floor. “Hmft, i caught her in the act and was about to call you but she attacked me, his fucking clothes are over there.” He slowly let go of you to turn and look where an unfamiliar man’s clothes were. 

You slowly got up and wiped your eyebrow and the two slashes on your face one on the left cheek and the other on the right corner of your forehead. Billy slowly got up and turned to face you. You stared at him for a second before he ran and put his hands around your throat enough to hurt but not to remove the air from your lungs. He looked into your eyes than at your lips. “Come on bill, are you going to kill me” you smiled before you raised a knife to his throat. “Now why would i do that sweetheart” he slowly leaned in your lips inches apart and the knife slowly creating an almost scratch mark. “Bill-“ he kissed you before you could finish and you slowly let go of the knife before wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip losened on your throat. Sirens were heard and you both stopped before you walked out with billy right on your track. 

When you reached the car you started the engine and sped off. The whole ride was silent. “So your just not going to talk” his voice spoke gently. You cleared your throat “theres nothing to talk about.” You pressed the gas peddle going at 90 now. “Sweetheart, i know your lying” he glared at you.

“Look, I don’t got time for this billy” you glared at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck if your going to act like this than stop the car.” You slammed the breaks and looked at him. “Just get the fuck out okay.” He scoffed and open the door slamming it behind him.

One thing was for sure you would never tell him was you were the girl he used to play with the girl with the shitty pedophile of a dad. You slammed you head against you seat speeding to  the hideout.

It had been two weeks since the fight you guys had. You hadn’t heard or seen from him since than. You played with your knife examining it, tracing over the edges with your finger tip. Slowly you sat up placing the knife in a secret compartment. Walking out of the room your heels  clicking against the wooden floor in the quiet house. Making your way to the kitchen you took out glass of red wine. You looked at the corner of your eye, he was there just staring at you blankly. In his tight black demin jeans with a tight black shirt to match. What you wouldnt do to rip it right of him and leave marks all over his body. His grunt caught your attention and your turned over to look at him than look away. 

Not bothering to give him the time of day you walked right past him sitting down crossing your legs. “ah, i see your still mad at me sweetheart” his voice rang in your ears like a soft melody you haven’t listen to in awhile. Ignoring him you took a sip, finally turning to look at him he was already in front of you looking down at you. You slowly looked up. “What are you doing here this late billy. What do you want?” Your voice sounded cruel, you saw the way his jaw clench and he took a deep breath. “ i -i came to say sorry, fuck y/n im so fucking sorry ive been tryna call you but you changed your number so ive been keeping my eye on you..” his confession was quiet but it was loud an clear. Weirdly it made your heart skip a beat at his confession. Normal girls would run away gag and be scared or disgusted that they were being “stalked”. But you weren’t normal far from it. You felt your cheeks get hot and listen to billy mumble for  words. “And i just want to be with you. I want to so fucking much y/n”  hearing enough  you pulled him by the shirt standing up and kissing his lips with so much passion and fire he almost fell over. Slowly he kissed you back moving the stool to push you into the counter. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck scratching softly making him groan in response. He pulled your hair to make your mouth open so he could slide his tongue in. You could feel yourself getting wet and your belly make flips. As well as billys hard on. He could hardly take it anymore his jeans becoming to tight. At that moment his hands were touching everywhere. “Fuck i cant take it anymore i need to touch you feel you.. taste you, it’s driving me fucking insane” billy felt like a teenage boy wanting to fuck you right there. He lifted you up and put you on his shoulder dragging you to your room. You laughed at his eagerness with made him slap your ass a few times shutting you up. 

He threw you on the bed and just looked at you. You looked so beautiful  swollen lips and soft red marks on your neck. Your dress rolled above your plush soft thighs. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” he rasped and kissed you softly while slowly taking off your dress. you moaned when you felt his knee between your legs grinding against it your core soaking his pants because you forgot to wear underwear.” Billy fuck i cant take it any more.. please do something please” you became a pleading mess not even remembering your self anymore while lust clouded your judgement. Billy laughed above you. Finally finished getting you all naked and bare for his eyes to see. You felt a little insecure hiding your self from his hungry eyes. He make a type of growl sound and lifted your wrists above your head. “ tsk tsk, none of that now i want to see all of this body all of it for me and its so fucking gorgeous so stop hiding it” it felt more of a command than a compliment and a whimper came out of you. “ shh Dont worry daddy will take care of you” he hummed while tying your wrist together with the rope of your dress. You would be mad that he ruined your dress but that was for later.

“Billy please just fuck me now i cant take it anymore” he grabbed your throat and bit your lip making it bleed into his mouth. You whined at the pain but it felt so good. “Thats not my name sweetheart, i only pleasure good girls and you haven’t been so good lately” he softly kisses around your nipples almost feathered like to the point you could barley feel it. He was making you angry with all his teasing and he was doing it on purpose and you knew it. “Bill- Daddy fuck i cant take i need you so fucking bad right just look how wet you made me, i cant take it anymore your the only one that can please me~” your voice was soft full of a seductive tone that made Billy’s ears pick up. “Since you asked so nicely ill give it to you, but you have to follow my rules”  he whispered in your ears. You nodded eagerly agreeing to whatever he said.

 He slowly kissed down to your thighs leaving bite marks sometimes along the way making you squirm. He slapped your face making you cry a little while he shook his head. You looked in his eyes catching the warning trying to stay as still as possible. He licked. Down your thighs so close to the place you needed him the most.

You where whining for him to lick there. When he finally did a low moan came from him. “So fucking sweet and all fucking mine.” He grumbled while sucking on your clit and prodding your entrance with his fingers. Moans left your lips he was skillful with his actions hitting spots your fingers couldn’t reach licking you like his life depended on it. You felt like you were in heaven. But you couldn’t keep your thighs open no matter how hard you tried. “Fuck daddy  t’s too much” you kept squirming. “ mmm i know baby but you got to be still daddy can do something for you but it might hurt okay” he was asking for your consent which you gladly agreed to. He pulled a knife from a nearby desk staring up at you. “All you got to do i keep these pretty thighs open and then you wont get cut, ok princess” he whispered in your ear and nibbled slightly. You moaned in response pleasing billy. He slid  down slowly and trace the knife around your nipples. The touch foreign but pleasurable, it felt like a scratch but it didn’t hurt. Slowly he dragged it down to your thighs careful to put light pressure.

When he reached you sweet spot he started his work again giving you beyond pleasure you could imagine. The knife only slightly touching you thigh. Your moans were more than audible and the room was filled with slurp noises. You trued you best to keep you thighs apart and felt your high approaching. “Daddy! Fuck imm gonn-na cum” you almost screamed. Billy moaned in response and continued. Your high washed over you but he never slowed his pace. Making you over sensitive. “Fu- stop it cant take no more” you almost cried. “Just one more baby ok, have to make sure your all prepped and wet” after what seemed like decades you came three times already sore from his torment. He threw the knife aside and came up to kiss you. Your juices still on his lips.  You moaned and kissed him back. He rest his head against yours and pulled your thighs around his waist thrusting all of him into you in one push. His eyes rolled back and a low groan came out making you feel butterfly’s.

“Fuck your so tight, made just for me huh,” he slapped your cheek and harshly thrusted up into you. Making you let out a loud mewl. “All for you, fuck fell ssso good” tears were running down your cheeks. And billy started thrusting into you at a fast pace that hit your sweet spot over and over. He whispered dirty words in your ears and looked down at you. He wrapped his hand around your throat still setting a brutal pace. “Fuck look at me. Mmm want to see me little whore all for me!” He felt you clenched at those words and sped up and moved his fingers to your clit. “You like that huh? Being my little whore” he slapped you and you moaned loudly. “Mmgh yess all your daddy. Your little whore.. gonna cum!!” You started shaking feeling an unfamiliar feeling.

“Its ok cum let me feel your juices” he kissed you as you came feeling a flush if juices come out. “Fuck look at that made you squirt so fucking hot” he groaned and released inside of you. You shared a passionate kiss. Flipping you guys over now you on top.  Still inside you rolled you hips against him. “Fuck you look so pretty like that baby girl” he grabbed your hims and made you move slowly. “Billy ngh, i need to tell you something.” You stared down at hime while you slowly moved up and down bitting your lips. “Ok baby tell me” he leaned up so now your guys were impossibly close while he sucked on your neck leaving marks. You moaned softly. “ im.. im the girl.. who played with you as a child..” you whispers. He immediately looked up at you staring you in the eyes as he pulled you closes thrusting up into you at such a fast pace your nipples bounced in his face. You moaned loudly as he flipped you over kissing you everywhere. Your face scrunched up in pleasure trying to form words. “Shh. I know your her, i knew for a long time but fuck been waiting for you to say it. Ima give you my kids yeah? Were gonna have a fucking happy family ok?” He moaned in your ears and you just nodded in reply.

 “Gonna fill you up now okay?” He started rubbing your clit bringing you over the edge as you saw stars as you both cummed together. He stilled for a moment looking in your eyes. He looked sad and you pulled him in for a hug. “ I’ve done some bad things y/n..” he whispered. 

“So have i billy, but that doesn’t matter ok?”

He hummed in response and gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you y/n… i always will” your heart skipped a beat at the confession and your cried a little. His brow scrunched up in worry. And you softly laughed.

“I love you to billy, and i always will”

You both cuddled and enjoyed each others embrace.

You felt safe a feeling that was hardly recognizable.

But one thing was for sure is that your love for each-other was a burning passion with a touch of fire.

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

So I found out that Disney’s Wizards of Waverly Place has a sequel series. I’m referring of course to Wizards Beyond Waverly Place, a time skip forward by I think 16 years since Justin was graduating High School at the end of the first series and is 34 in this series but that’s me getting off track. I only found out about because I had the urge to watch the Disney Doctor Who season.

First, good to see David Henrie (Justin Russo) taking on basically the role that David DeLuise (Jerry Russo AKA the Dad) was for the course of the show. And the drama that Justin hasn’t actually told his family about the wizarding world because he’s embarrassed of his failures is really believable, especially given Justin’s character.

Here are some things that I’m looking forwards to or noticed about the show just from the first two episodes.

1. At least one cameo from Jake T. Austin reprising his role as Max Russo. Maybe to come spoil his favorite (and only) nephews in the family since he makes mad bank now. I imagine his ‘To the Max!’ Sandwich finally got the endorsement of being the official sandwich of the New York Mets.

2. Alex Russo (Selena Gomez) bringing up the whole ‘end of the world prophecy’ being a very real possibility and Billie (played by young Janice LeAnn Brown) who is a young menace but also the only one who can stop it is believable for the canon of the series. What really is amazing is the character development we can see happened while the show had that gap with Alex not even begrudgingly saying that Justin is the ‘best wizard she knows’ and how she genuinely cares about her big brother. I mean she cared a lot back in the first series sure, but she was much more than willing to drive her bro crazy before helping him.

3. Justin… can use magic??? I thought there was a system in place that if you want to marry a mortal, you have to give up your ability to use magic. Was this a side effect of him getting his power from… was it Professor Krümel? That would be the only way I could understand it working out and I hope a later episode goes into details because why can he use magic is a pretty big… wait… why can’t his kids use magic?

Okay forget the list let’s talk about this plot hole… so all three Justin, Alex and Max had access to magic, and that was after their dad Jerry married Theresa (Maria Canals-Barrera). Even if we assume that having even one wizard be born from a no-longer-wizard is incredibly low chance, they had three kids who all were wizards, so some sort of genetic disposition towards wizardry must exist in their bloodline even stronger than any other. Was there something in Justin getting his powers back after the contest that kept his kids from being able to do magic? Did Roman (Alkaio Thiele) have to wear a stupid hat without understanding why? Can they do magic but Justin just refuses to teach them, or more curiously… is Justin the actual father of Roman and Milo (Max Matenko) or is he their step father but they don’t have much memory of their real dad?

Oooh… this is getting much more interesting… after all, for everyone who knows this show good and well, we all know that-

Everything is not what it seems~

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Epilogue)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who made it this far and for all the love you’ve shown me with this story. I can’t believe I started this almost two years ago. When I came back to writing this after only having three chapters done, I never expected it to turn into what it did and I really didn’t expect so many people to love it. I really got attached to this one and it touches me to hear so many of you have too. 

This is incredibly short but I didn’t want to just slap it on the end of the last chapter. 

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Epilogue

You sat on the castle steps, your eyes sweeping around the vast grounds. Oftentimes, you found yourself sitting here or the gardens thinking about how much had changed. You still felt the loss of Kos and Atti like it was yesterday. You thought back to the girl you used to be back in the Nomad pack and you knew you’d changed drastically. A part of you missed it, the simplicity, the closeness of a small group. You missed Kos and Atti the most and you felt sad that they weren't here with you to see how much you’d grown. You knew they’d be proud of you. Sometimes you wished you could go back and change things, do things differently, especially when it came to Atti. You knew that you wouldn't have the life you had now though if you did. You’d learned to accept their loss as time moved on, but you thought about them all the time and you wondered just what your life would be like if things hadn't gone the way they had. You were happy though, despite it all. At first you’d felt guilty for feeling happy without them here, that it somehow meant you didn't care about them, that you'd forgotten about them. It had almost felt like you were betraying them by being so happy, but with time, you’d realized they’d want you to be happy. You’d had to learn to let go of the guilt that haunted you so it didn't affect you moving forward. You couldn't change the past, you couldn't do things differently. All you had was the life you had now and if you were honest, it was a pretty fucking good one. You looked over, rolling your eyes a little as you heaved a sigh.

“Atti! Don’t hit your brother with a stick!” you yelled, making the girl look at you.

“He started it!” she scowled, so much the double of her father that it always floored you. Kos growled playfully, tackling her and they tumbled to the floor as he started tickling her and she laughed maniacally. While Kos had looked like his dad when he was born, he quickly changed and now he looked more like you than Billy. You felt someone sit next to you and you turned, seeing Billy sitting there as he watched them with an amused smirk.

“They up to no good?” he asked with a rueful smile. 

“Aren’t they always? Attica was hitting Kos with a stick,” you muttered with an exasperated shake of your head. 

“What, again?” he asked incredulously and you snorted with a nod. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, taking your hand in his and you turned back to him with a smile. 

“I’m okay, just a little tired,” you replied. He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to your lips and you smiled into it, melting into him.

“Ew!” the kids yelled in unison and you broke apart, Billy laughing as you rolled your eyes heavenward. The sun was shining and you closed your eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth of it. 

“Sebastian’s comin’ today,” he reminded you and your eyes opened again.

“I can’t wait to see him again, he’s a sweet boy,” you smiled fondly. Karen and Frank had decided to adopt since they couldn't have kids biologically, being different species and all. You and Billy having kids had made Frank want kids again and you knew it was a big step for him. Sebastian was a little boy from one of the orphanages and he was only five. You knew he’d find a loving home with Frank and Karen. You'd met him once briefly when you’d gone to the orphanage but Billy had known him since he was a baby. He’d visit the orphanage often to keep the spirits up of the children as they awaited to find a home. It would make them feel special, to have the King spend so much time with them. You’d proposed to Billy to expand the castle grounds and have a large orphange here on site where everyone could look after the children as they waited for their forever home, or they could choose to stay here. Billy had been moved by your idea and work was being done on the East of the grounds to build it. 

You heard the castle door open and both you and Billy looked over to see Frank and Karen coming out and down the steps. You both stood up and you smiled at them. They both looked nervous and Karen was wringing her hands. 

“You okay?” you asked softly and she nodded.

“Yeah, just… excited… nervous,” she admitted with a chuckle and you reached out, taking her hand. 

“You’ll do great,” you said reassuringly and she smiled at you, relaxing a little as Billy had a similar talk with Frank. The castle gates opened and both Karen and Frank’s eyes widened comically. 

“You got this, Frankie,” Billy smiled, patting him on the back and he nodded, taking a deep inhale. The four of you walked over as a carriage pulled up, a guard getting off and helping Sebastian down off the carriage. He looked at you all shyly before his eyes landed on you and he bowed his head.

“Your Majesty,” he said so quietly, you barely heard him. You crouched in front of him and he looked at you warily.

“You don’t need to bow to me, Sebastian. You’re family now,” you smiled warmly and a small smile of his own tugged at his lips. You stood up and saw the boy look at Billy then, his shy smile turning into a happy grin as he ran at him and Billy scooped him up, giving him a hug.

“Thank you for finding me a family, Billy,” Sebastian murmured and Billy looked stunned, his eyes glistening as he stared at him for a moment.

“You uh… you don't needta thank me. You deserve it,” he replied softly and you could feel how he was trying to compose himself. He gave him another smile before setting him on his feet and the boy looked at Karen and Frank then. 

“You wanna go see your new room?” Frank asked with a hesitant smile and Sebastian’s eyes widened.

“I get my own room?” he asked excitedly and Frank smiled down at him.

“Yeah, you do. I think you’ll love it,” he grinned and Sebastian nodded eagerly.

“Come on,” Karen smiled, holding her hand out and the boy took it, the three of them walking to the castle. You watched them go with a smile on your face, feeling your chest get warm. 

“I’m so happy for them,” you sighed happily, leaning into Billy’s side.

“Me too. I never thought Frank would want kids again, but I’m happy for him. I’m glad he’s gettin’ past his trauma,” he admitted and you turned to look at him, leaning up to kiss him softly.

“I love you,” he smiled as he pulled away and before you had a chance to reply, he was bending down.

“And I love you too,” he murmured at your large bump, pressing a soft kiss to it before he stood up again. 

“I can’t believe we’re havin’ twins,” he grinned gleefully and you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Tell me about it, I’m the one carrying them. I’ll be bigger than the castle when I’m full term,” you huffed and he snorted at you, taking your hand as he started leading you back towards the castle. The tiredness hit you again and your feet were aching. 

“I’ll draw you a bath and you can relax for a bit. I’ll take care of the kids,” he smiled affectionately at you and you grinned to yourself, thankful for him and how much he cared. This really wasn’t where you thought you’d end up in life, being Queen to an entire species and mates with the King, having his children, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. 

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Billy Russo x pregnancy/fatherhood fics and headcanons 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤰🏻👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

These moodboards are my homage to all of the dad!Billy fics/headcanons I've read over short period of time and they made me feel so warm and hopeful and I couldn't get the imagery of Billy being a dad out of my mind (surprise/planned pregnancy, girl/twins dad, anxious/protective dad) so I decided to put it all in one place and also save the fics for rereading. Yes, two moodboards are same but I can't choose the background out of two so🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you to all of you amazing writers for sharing your talents and making my days better every time I read your blogs❣️

"I hope it's a boy" by @watchtowerindistress

Pregnancy Headcanons by @amhrosina

"Mangos" by @playbucky

"Discipline" @don-daygamerz

Dad!Billy headcanons one two and three by @the-cult-of-russo

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Movie Review: A Complete Unknown

Bob Dylan has always been a tough nut to crack, which is why there have rarely been movies about him. Sure, there's been some documentaries about him (most notably Martin Scorsese's excellent doc No Direction Home) and he's acted too (my favorite being Sam Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid), but the legendary singer-songwriter has always been so enigmatic that his story doesn't fall into the traditional music biopic, i.e. Ray or Bohemian Rhapsody. The closest we've come is Todd Haynes' I'm Not There, where instead of doing a traditional biopic, he had multiple actors playing Dylan at various times in his life. It was an original take on the subject, but the issue I had was that some of the story / performances were leaps and bounds better than others, i.e. the Cate Blanchett sequence was time capsule worthy...the Richard Gere sequence, not so much. But now stepping up to the plate to take a swing at Bob Dylan from 1961 to 1965 (a pretty significant time in his career) is director James Mangold. I've been a fan since his early work like Heavy and Cop Land. His career since then has been, well, mixed (I was one of the few to give a somewhat positive review of last year's sequel Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny which had its moments and was actually better than Indy 4), but among his best is the Johnny Cash biopic Walk the Line. Mangold has always been a great actor's director and in that one the leads actors rose above the tropes of music biopics. If anyone can make the challenge of a BD biopic work it's Mangold with A Complete Unknown opening this week.

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Timothee Chalamet plays young BD as he arrives in NYC from Minnesota. Upon going to visit his hero Woody Guthrie (Scoot McNairy, just recently seen in Nightbitch) in the hospital he plays a song for him and Guthrie's friend Pete Seeger (Edward Norton), who takes him under his wing. He plays some folk music clubs in Greenwich Village and crosses paths with Joan Baez (Monica Barbaro), who BD had a complicated relationship with over the years. BD even has some brief interactions with Johnny Cash (Boyd Holbrook, but I think it would've been cool if Mangold connected both his music films and had Joaquin Phoenix play him here!). There's also the relationship he has with his girlfriend at the time Sylvie Russo (played by Elle Fanning, playing a version of Suze Rotolo, whose real name was not used in this film at BD's request). That's her with BD on the cover of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan album. The film shows his rise from NYC folk singer with his guitar and harmonica to being a cultural phenomenon and it builds to his headlining of Seeger's Newport Folk Festival in 1965, the famous Dylan Goes Electric moment.

Chalamet as BD

the real BD circa 1965

Let me begin this by just saying that I am by no means a Dylanologist. I discovered him through my Dad, who was a fan of his 60s works and I became a fan of his late 80s supergroup The Traveling Wilburys. I own 11 of his albums including compilations, but I'm no means an expert. Although I did do a parody / homage of the "Subterranean Homesick Blues" video for my documentary Life on the V: The Story of V66) I say this because I was not watching this like a fanatic dissecting all of the factual elements of this and what creative liberties Mangold took. But getting back to my original statement, BD is a tough nut to crack. His enigmatic mysteriousness has always been a part of his allure, but it makes it hard to have some music biopic with an actor doing some over-dramatic impression of him. All of the relationships in his life know him from a distance. Sylvie tries to get to him and he pushes back. In a way, what Mangold his trying to show (at times this is presented better than others), but like a lot of artists, they say so much in their work that they have very little to say even to their most intimate partners outside of their art. For Chalamet it's all in the eyes. He's done some impressive work in films like Call Me By My Name, Beautiful Boy and the Dune movies, but here he's not letting it all out, he's holding it all in, except for the music performances. It would be easy to just do some highly exaggerated impression like Dana Carvey did on SNL in 1991 (which was pure Comedy Gold and is still LOL today I might add), but Chalamet is trying to keep the audience guessing what's behind those sunglasses. I also loved the way that the production design and cinematography was clearly referencing the famous photographs and album covers. Beyond the excellent musical performance sequences, the thing I loved the most about this was the overall message that as an artist you need to be true to yourself. BD can't consider what his fans, the label, his girlfriends, or even his mentor Peter Seeger want from him, he has to do what he wants and that's the end of the conversation. I respect that! As a film about a folk singer in 1960s NYC, I think the fictional Inside Llewyn Davis is probably a better film, but when this movie gets going I'm willing to look the other way on a lot of the music biopic tropes and celebrate the overall message itself!

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4 out of 5 stars

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Sins & Amends Chapter 1

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

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

Chapter summary: When your biological family fails you fate sends another one your way

You could still remember the day you met Maria. She was a year or so older than you. You'd been walking your dog and she'd been riding her bike. Unfortunately your dog had a severe aversion to bikes due to an accident with your brother when he was still a puppy so when he saw her coming towards him he'd cowered down jumping into the bushes and nearly pulled you face down. Maria had skidded to a stop and hopped off to come help you to your feet. She introduced herself and you did the same. When you mentioned you had just moved in down the block with your brother and dad she'd smiled and told you that anytime you wanted to hang out you were welcome at her home.

You'd never known a family like Maria's. Her parents were amazing. They were kind and welcoming and never missed an opportunity to lend a hand to anyone in need. When your dad wouldn't come home until late there was always a warm meal for you and your brother then when your brother fell in with a crowd that was less than savory to say the least and it eventually got to a point you were afraid to go home half the time they let you stay with them. Somewhere along the way you and Maria had bypassed friends and landed solidly into being more sisters than anything.

When you were sixteen your brother and father decided they wanted to move to Ohio. You were settled in New York. You had decent grades at school, you had friends and you had dreams for a future that involved so much more than bailing a drug addicted brother out of jail or constantly having to parent your father. When you ended up at her house crying because you didn't want to lose what life you'd managed to build her parents had taken it upon themselves to ask your father if you could just stay with them. You were two months shy of turning seventeen and only had one year of highschool to complete. If you kept up your grades you would get a full scholarship to any college.

You hadn't really been surprised when your father's words had been "I don't really give a shit. Less I got to worry about" one trip to the courthouse later Maria's parents were officially your legal guardians until you turned eighteen.

You ended up graduating towards the top of your class and getting a full scholarship. You chose to go into emergency medicine with being a paramedic as your goal and once again Maria and her family were there to fully support you.

The day you were hired on by the FDNY at a station house Maria and a few of your mutual friends wanted to get together to celebrate. When you reminded them that it also meant you starting to work anywhere from twelve to twenty four hour shifts they decided a lunch would be more appropriate than a night out.

The five of you were walking through the park after leaving the small cafe and you heard the absolute worst guitar playing and singing you'd ever heard. You glanced up to see a guy sitting under a tree a few feet from your group. He was good looking, nice built and the hair cut screamed military. Maria cut her eyes at you and winked before calling out "Hey buddy you know anything else? because we're sick of hearing you butcher this one"

When he glanced up you saw the look in Maria's eyes and knew she was hooked even as a blush spread across the guy's face. He took all of you giggling in stride you had to hand it to him because the next words out his mouth as his eyes locked onto Maria was "I don't do requests so if you want one it's gonna cost you"

Three months later Maria came to you with the news that not only was she pregnant but Frank had also proposed to her. The day they got married you stood at Maria's side as her maid of honor while she recited her vows and wiped a few tears from your eyes when the preacher announced them as husband and wife.

At the reception after he had his first dance with Maria Frank had walked over to you with a hand out "C'mon Y/N. You're basically her sister meaning now you're mine so let me push you around the dance floor one time" you took his hand with a smile "I'd love to Frankie"

When Frank and Maria went house hunting it was around the same time you were apartment hunting and they ended up buying a place not far from you. You had a feeling it was because Frank knew no matter what you would drop anything to get to Maria's side should she need you. Just as fast as Maria had claimed you when you were kids Frank claimed you now. It was an amazing feeling to have family that actually loved you and wanted you around even if you joked at times that Frank had just inherited Maria's love for taking in strays when he married her.

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Hi! C for Billy Russo, please? Thank you

Children - Billy Russo

Billy is great with kids. Older, can hold a full conversation and can go to the bathroom by themselves kids. Kids that are not his. He's Uncle Billy, not Dad, and he wouldn't have the first clue how to raise a family. He didn't exactly have any good example of one growing up. But if he did end up with someone who wanted kids and that happened, he'd love the crap out of his children and spoil them rotten. He'd fuck up, probably a lot, but he would never abandon them like his mother did to him. Poor Frank would have his work cut out for him, though. He'd be Billy's go to person for "dad advice", even if it's at one in the morning.

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I was wondering…in the Sweetest Pain Series, around what age does Dylan go from sweet mama loving baby, to the cool guy he is currently?

Hello my darling friend! Thank you for sending in this ask ♥️ I hope you like what I’ve done here and I know this technically wasn’t a part of my follower celebration but I think I’ll put in in the masterlist for it when I create one. So thank you for sending in this ask for our favorite family ♥️

He’s Not So Little Anymore

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader with their son Dylan

Warnings: I think a couple of swear words, the rest is pure fluffy bunnies and unicorns, a few tears, feelings of your babies growing up

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: Reader is feeling a little sad that her son is too old to hang out with his mom. Billy comforts her.

A/N: Thank you again for sending this in, I know how much you like this series and this family and to everyone else who enjoys this series, thank you all for reading! And I’ll leave the rest of the series linked HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

Acceptance is a difficult emotion to navigate.

Knowing Dylan wouldn’t be little forever, you tried to convince yourself that you still had some time left for cozy snuggles, for him asking you to watch a movie with him, secretly observe him play with his dinosaur toys, or to hear him call you “mommy.” But the truth was he had outgrown all of those things and you were having a hard time accepting that.

Dylan was your second baby but he wasn’t a baby anymore. He went from playing with toy cars to racing go-karts with his friends. His once round chubby little face had started to thin out, he started styling his wild dark brown hair before school every day and suddenly he didn’t trust you to pick out his clothes anymore. Dylan had asked for you or Billy to take him shopping for school clothes because he had his own taste now, he knew what he liked and didn’t like, and he wanted to be the one to pick out his own clothes.

You were still getting used to your daughter, Anna Raven, growing up also. She was 14 now and her own little person with her own ideas, likes and dislikes. She was on her way to becoming a young adult even though it killed you to watch her grow up when it seemed like it was just yesterday she was getting her first pair of toddler Converse sneakers and saying her first words.

But Dylan was your precious baby boy, your little man, and, like Anna, he was growing up before your eyes. He was 10 years old, into playing video games, taking guitar lessons, and really enjoyed hearing about all the pranks his father and Uncle Frank pulled on each other while they were in the Marines. He was always just in complete awe of his dad serving his country being a marine.

While Dylan was at his guitar lesson, Billy came home a little early and found you in the living room.

“What are ya doin’, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, as he walked toward the couch where you were seated.

With a slight hitch in your voice, you replied, “Looking at Dylan’s baby pictures.”

Billy sat down next to you, looked down at the open pages, and you watched as his lips curled into a slight smile.

He pointed to one at the top of the page. Dylan was sitting in his high chair with cake and frosting smeared across his face. His fingers spread far apart on his chubby little hands to help him grab as much cake as possible to shovel into his mouth and his cheeks were so full of cake, he looked like a squirrel storing acorns for winter.

“His first birthday. He destroyed that cake, remember?” Said Billy, with a slight chuckle.

You laughed a little too as you swiped a tear away from your cheek.

“The T-Rex didn’t see that coming, did he.” You said with a warm smile.

Billy could hear the hitch in your voice like you were fighting back tears and you really were, they burned the back of your eyes as you tried to keep yourself from weeping. He knew you were barely holding yourself together when he drew you in close, your ear flush against his chest, and you could hear the gentle rhythm of his heart.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cry if you need to.” Said Billy, kissing the top of your head.

Your gentle sob broke through, “He’s not a baby anymore, Billy! Sometimes I…I miss when they were little, that’s all. Anna’s a teenager, she’s starting to do more things with her friends and is very involved in school. And Dylan, he used to be my little buddy, we used to do a lot of things together and now he’s taking guitar lessons, actually combing his hair and flashing girls that perfect Russo smile of yours.” You said with dryness in your throat.

Billy softly pressed his lips to your forehead, you could feel a wide smile stretch across his face, and a slight chuckle escaped the side of his mouth. Like a cat, you buried your face into his green Henley as his long arms squeezed you tightly.

Your voice was somewhat muffled as you said, “You’re laughing at me, Billy.”

“Only a little.” He replied. “But that’s what they’re supposed to do, sweet girl. We prep them for the real world, teach them not to be assholes, guide them in the right direction and off they go. They still need us, baby, but I know what you mean…sometimes I miss when they were little too.”

You remembered how nervous Billy was when he found out he was going to be a father, he never had one so he was scared he wouldn’t be a good one. He watched Frank with his kids and he loved being an uncle to Lisa and Junior but knowing he was going to have a child of his own, Billy was scared he wouldn’t be good at it.

He surprised himself at how he took to it so naturally when Little Raven was born. The first time he held her, fed her, changed her…and although it was still difficult, it was easier than he thought it would be and by the time Dylan came around, Billy was a professional.

He really was a great dad.

Both Anna and Dylan were always very relaxed when Billy held them with the exception of the time period where Dylan always wanted mommy, not daddy. They rarely cried or struggled and instead, just melted into his arms like you did when he held you in an embrace.

You remembered telling him then, “They trust you, baby. You make them feel safe and protected, just like you do for me.”

Inhaling the scent of green soap from his shirt, you replied, “Not fair baby, you’re using my words against me.”

“Well my wife IS a lot smarter than I am. She knows what she’s talking about.” Said Billy.

When you raised your chin up to meet his gaze, Billy was fondly looking down at you with his endless brown eyes and the loving smile that he’s given you thousands of times. He inched his face closer to you and softly pressed his lips to yours, they tasted like peppermint and his hand cupped your cheek.

After setting the photo album down next to you on the couch, you crawled into his lap, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs, and deepened the kiss as a low growl escaped his lips.

Billy’s hands traveled to your ass which took you by surprise and you let out a yelp.

“Ya know, beautiful, Anna is just upstairs and Dylan should be home any minute from his lesson. You keep kissing me like that, it’s gonna lead to somethin’ the kids shouldn’t see.” He said with a smile in between kisses.

With a slight pout and a quick bat of your eyelashes, you said, “Okaaaaaay, will you play with me later?”

Outside, a car door slammed shut and then you heard a key in the lock.

“Just try and stop me, sweet girl.” Said Billy, as he kissed the tip of your nose.

The front door closed and Dylan walked into the living room carrying his guitar case.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad.” Dylan said. “Whaaaaat were you guys doin’?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“Lookin’ at your baby pictures! You wanna see?” You asked excitedly.

“Maybe later, I gotta go practice. Oh, when Ms. Mullaney dropped me off she was talkin’ about this old movie she likes that she thinks I’d like called Aliens. You know it, right Mom? You know every movie on earth!” He said.

“Excuse me? Old movie?!!” You said with an elevated voice.

Billy jumped in.

“Uh, baby he’s not wrong, it is an old movie.” He said.

Deflated, you replied, “Yeah, you’re right it is old…I just didn’t wanna say it out loud because that means I’m old.”

Billy and Dylan started to laugh, both of them exuding that perfect smile that you loved so much. Your not-so-little boy was an exact copy of his father from his wild dark brown hair, intense brown eyes, and, of course, the million dollar smile.

Billy said, “And just because it’s old, doesn’t make it any less awesome…just like your mother. I’m kidding! I’m kidding, baby!”

He started to laugh as a long drawn out gasp escaped your lips.

“Billy Russo! How dare you!” You said as you tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing too.

“Dad did say you were awesome too, Mom.” Said Dylan with a reassuring smile. “So, will you watch it with me later, Mom? Please?”

The tears stung the back of your eyes. Trying your best to not let them fall, you replied, “Of course I will, buddy.”

With an excited smile, he replied, “Cool! Well, I’m gonna go practice for a little while. Be ready to watch when I’m done, ok?”

“I will be ready!” You said enthusiastically as you watched him walk up the stairs to his room.

As soon as his door closed, your tears fell but Billy was right there to catch them before they streaked down your cheeks and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“See sweet girl, he’s getting older but Dylan still wants to hang out with his mom.” He said with a wink. “I love you.”

You replied, “I love you too, handsome. Ooh! We get to play our favorite game! Ok, 20 bucks says he’s gonna start his practice session with Come as You Are – Nirvana. What’s your guess?”

Billy pondered for a minute and scratched at his beard with his long fingers before he said, “Smoke on the Water – Deep Purple.”

The two of you shook hands and waited patiently for Dylan to fire up his guitar. It was so quiet in the living room, you could hear a pin drop before the familiar riff of Come as You Are traveled from Dylan’s room down to the living room where you were.

Pumping both fists in the air, an excited smile stretched across your lips as you let out a taunting laugh.

“HA!! Pay up, baby!” You said.

“SHIT!” Exclaimed Billy as he pulled a twenty out of his pocket and aggressively slapped it into your hand. He hated to lose at anything. “Are you cheating? I’ve lost like four in a row now!”

“I don’t think I like your tone, lieutenant and I resent your insinuation that I would use our child to cheat.” You said with a narrowed expression and a sly grin.

“Alright, can we call a truce?” Billy said with his hands up.

You snaked and clasped your hands around his neck before inching yourself closer to him. Your lips ghosted over his before you said, “I’ll give you a truce, if you kiss me like you mean it, Mr. Russo.”

Billy touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth before purring in your ear, “Yes, ma’am.”

Both of your children were growing up, exploring, and doing their own things but you and Billy will always have the wonderful memories of creating and enjoying your beautiful little family.

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Wrecked (Part 6)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, excessive drinking

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

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“A delivery. It’s for you,” you look at him curiously.

“Can’t be,” Frank stalks toward you.

“Frank Castle,” you say softly, turning the envelope around for him to see. 

“Let me see that,” Frank rips open the envelope and pulls out a sheet of paper. As he unfolds it, you look over his shoulder at the printed sheet. It shows a blog post about a club opening, the picture has several people toasting with champagne. You read the two words written on the sheet of paper, “He’s back?”

Frank stares at the paper in his hand and goes chillingly still. You can feel the tension rolling off of him. Looking at the paper, you see it places the mysterious “he” in New York. “Frank?” You say his name.

His hand clenches, crumpling the sheet of paper, and he growls, “I have to go.”

“Go?” You ask in a panic, “Go where? What is this about? Who is he?”

He turns to you and his face is a mask of calm despite the rage emanating from his body, “That’s the man that killed my family.” He points to one of the men. 

“I- I thought that was a car accident,” you question.

“He was the drunk that hit them.”

“He got out of jail?” You wonder. 

“Never went. His dad managed to make all it go away and then made him disappear,” Frank stares at the picture. 

“Now, he’s back,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. 

“I have to go,” he repeats. 

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“Get justice.”

“Justice or revenge?” You pause, waiting for him to answer but he remains stoic. “What about my heat?”

“What about it?”

“It’s going to hit any day now. You said you’d help me through it.”

“You’ve made it through heat without an Alpha before. You’ll be fine,” he says quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. 

“And mating me? Was it all a lie?” You are surprised at how calm you are. 

“No, I would have,” Frank assures. 

“But not now,” you look at him for a long moment. “Were you going to let me mark you?”

Instinctively, his hand went to the faded mark on his neck as if he was protecting it. That was all the answer you needed. 

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Will you be back?”

He glances away for a second and then back with a defeated look. 

“I’ll make this easy, Frank. If you can’t tell me, right now, that you’ll be back , don’t come back at all.” Your stomach rolled at the thought but you stood your ground. 

“Babe-”

“Don’t babe me,” you seeth.

“Omega-”

“Don’t you dare! Go!” You yell, startling yourself. Anger that he would attempt to use your designation had your voice raising without a thought. The realization that you were right all along settled heavily on your shoulders. He never loved you. Who could love a wrecked Omega?

Grabbing your keys, you leave the house. You just can’t watch him gather his few belongings and walk out of your life. You drive aimlessly. By the time you take notice of your surroundings, you realize you’re in Cecily’s neighborhood. You had driven there on autopilot to the only person who had ever given a damn about you. Now, the words of your fight reverberated in your head, “No one wants you! No one will ever really love you!” She was right. Maybe your father should have put you down like she said. Tears well as the reality hits you, you truly have no one. Not a single person you could go to, no one to pour your heart out to. You were alone. 

Turning the car around, you head to your bar. Tears streamed down your face as you berated yourself for hoping that someone could ever really love the wrecked omega. The sight of the bar as you arrived brought you no solace. No one wanted you there either. You were simply put up with because you owned it. 

Staring through your windshield you laid your head back against the headrest and just let the tears flow. You tried not to think, to just be but images popped in your head unbidden. Memories of the constant reminders your family doled out about your brokenness, of your time with Frank, your fight with Cecily, all of it flooded in and you found yourself sobbing. You cried harder than you had in years, letting it all out until there were no more tears. Your eyes were puffy and swollen. You wiped your face as best as you could and went into the bar. You grabbed some ice and a towel and sequestered yourself in the office. You laid the cool cloth across your face to relieve some of the swelling. 

“Boss? That you?” Jordan’s voice calls as he enters the office. 

You sit up quickly, trying to discreetly remove the towel. “Yeah, its me,” your voice is raspy from crying and you concentrate on some of the paperwork in front of you trying to avoid him seeing your distress. 

“Uh… you okay?” Jordan hedges. 

“Fine. Just trying to catch up. What’s up?” You try to dodge. 

“Nothing really. I thought I’d check up on you. You’ve been here a lot this week,” he leaves the statement open ended. 

“Is that a problem? It’s my bar,” you bristle even as you feel tears sting again. 

“Of course not. You’ve also been stressed and a little snippy. I thought something might be going on,” Jordan replies calmly. 

Putting your face in your hand you take a deep breath. 

“Hey, everything okay?” Robbie’s voice comes from behind you. 

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Jordan waits patiently for you to answer. 

You take another deep breath and blink back the tears. You turn around to face them, sure you look like a wreck but what did it matter? You were just their boss and landlord. You didn’t mean anything to them. 

“What happened?” Robbie says as he moves toward you. 

“Who do I need to kill?” Jordan says, clenching his fist. 

You scoff laughingly and look up at him, “That would be Frank.”

“Okay, that could prove problematic,” Jordan hedges comically. 

“What did he do?” Robbie pushes. 

“He’s leaving. I knew it would happen eventually. It was just kinda sudden,” your voice breaks and you look away. 

“Why do you say that? That you knew he’d leave?” Robbie asks. 

You clear your throat before giving him a disbelieving look, “That’s sweet, Robbie, but we both know no one wants a wrecked Omega. If it wasn’t for the bar, I’d probably have been run out of town.”

Robbie looks at Jordan with confusion. 

“You’re not wrecked,” Jordan insists before turning to Robbie, “She’s uh…”

You see him struggling for the words to explain and jump in, “Infertile. Unable to reproduce. A fake Omega. Wrecked. Can never have children. A waste of an Omega designation. A-”

“Okay! Okay, I get it,” Robbie stops you before you build to another meltdown. “I’m sorry that you’ve been made to feel that way. You’re a good woman. You don’t deserve it.”

“Good woman, bad Omega,” you nod. 

“An Omega with a disability. You shouldn’t hold it against yourself any more than a diabetic or a person in a wheelchair. It’s just one small part of you. Try to be a little kinder to yourself”

You nod, “Thanks, Robbie. I appreciate you saying that.”

“Easier said than done, right?” Robbie says with chagrin. 

You give him a small smile, “Anyway, nothing for you guys to worry about. I’ll be fine.”

“Why don’t I call Cecily to come get you? We can handle everything tonight,” Jordan offers. 

“Um… Cecily and I had a fight. We’re not really talking right now.”

“What happened there?” Jordan asks. 

“She was upset that Frank’s friend Billy rejected her and lashed out. We said some pretty harsh things. If I went to her, she’d probably just crow that she was right about Frank,” you shrug but your lips tremble.

“I don’t think she would. You two have been friends for a long time,” Jordan crouches down next to you. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” you say dismissively, scared you might break down again. 

“You’re our friend, we will worry,” Robbie says, crouching next to Jordan.

“Look, why don’t you go up to the apartment and try to relax? I’ll go grab some food for you and we can cover the bar tonight. You’ll only be a few stairs away if needed,” Jordan says. 

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll get myself together before opening,” you demure. 

“You don’t have to always be so brave,” Jordan says softly, remembering the countless times you've handled situations with patrons.  “Let us take care of you for once. You’ve done it plenty of times for me.”

“Come on,” Robbie holds a hand out to you. “I’ll take you up and get you settled while Jordan gets the food.”

You look between the two, overwhelmed and grateful for their kindness. Nodding your head, you take Robbie’s hand and let him guide you upstairs. He settled you on the couch, got a pillow and blanket, put the tv remote within reach, and brought a charger for your phone. You smiled as he handed you a drink, “Thank you. I, um, I really appreciate this.”

“Is there anything else you think you’ll need?”

“No, thank you. How are you liking the town?” You attempt to shift his attention.

“It’s a change from LA,” Robbie laughs. “It’s nice, though. A quieter, slower kind of life here.”

“And you like it? Enough to become home for you?”

“Yeah, I mean, wherever Jordan is,” Robbie says, trying to be casual but you can see the tension in his shoulders. 

“I see. So, you and Jordan are together?” You ask to be certain. 

“Yeah, we’d like to find an omega, form a pack. I mean, I know it’s not the norm but…” he shrugs. 

“I think that’s awesome. Any Omega would be lucky to have you two.”

“Thanks. For, you know, being kind about it.”

“Of course. Was Jordan afraid to tell me?” You ask. 

“I think he was scared you’d think less of him as an Alpha or something. He asked me to bring it up to you,” Robbie's gaze begs for understanding. 

“Jordan’s a good man. I’d never think less of him. But, you, waiting until I’m all vulnerable and emotional to tell me. I mean…”

“No, that wasn’t, I didn’t mean, I wouldn’t-” Robbie stutters.

“I’m just messing with you, Robbie. Thank you for telling me. I hope you find your Omega,” you smile at him but it fades as the memories of the day trickle back in. 

Robbie kept you company until Jordan returned and the three of you ate together. They went down to the bar shortly after to get things ready for the night. You laid on the couch and did little else. Several times you picked your phone up wanting to call Frank or text Cecily, to reach out to someone, but each time you set it back down. You listened to the music that drifted from downstairs and eventually the hubbub from below lulled you to sleep. You ended up staying there for two more nights. You just couldn’t bring yourself to go back to the cabin and the guys were so gracious and caring towards you that you were loath to leave them. They’d become your source of comfort in all of this. 

But, you had to face it all. You knew you’d have to return to your empty cabin and try to move on, so you gathered your things and trounced down the stairs. You were about to turn toward the exit when a flash of movement near the bar caught your eye. Moving closer, you see Cecily sitting alone with a glass and a bottle of vodka. She poured herself a finger of the liquor and downed it. Setting your things down, you walk over to her. 

“Hi,” you say gently. 

“Hi,” she replies softly, not looking at you. She pours another drink and shoots it the same as she did the first. Licking her lips, she stares at the bottle before saying quietly, “He didn’t want me.”

“He-”

“Not Billy. I don’t mean Billy. Or Frank,” she cuts you off. “Owen. The Alpha my dad tried to pawn me off on. He didn’t want me.”

“Then he’s a fucking idiot,” you say matter-of-factly as you sit next to her. 

“Damn right,” she says as she grabs another glass and pours you both a drink. 

“Cheers,” you say, clinking your glass to hers and throwing back the liquid. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so hurt and another rejection happening right then just set me off and I took it out on you and I’m so, so sorry,” Cecily’s voice breaks as she speaks. 

You put your arm around her, “Shhhh, it’s okay. I understand and I’m sorry, too. We both said some harsh things we didn’t mean. Anyway, you were right.”

“What do you mean?” She asks. 

“Frank left,” you grab the bottle and pour another shot for each of you.

“I’m sorry. He’s a fucking idiot, too,” she leans into you as you both drink. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened with Owen? I mean, I know he’s an idiot but what reason could he possibly give for turning you down?”

“My lineage,” she says bitterly. 

“Your what?” You say, shocked. 

“My lineage,” she pours again, “When he realized that both my parents are Betas, he and his family didn’t want the match anymore. They were worried I would only give him Betas or Omegas and they need an Alpha offspring. He’s the last of their line. His mother produced two Betas, three Omegas, and finally one perfect Alpha. So, they need a strong Alpha lineage behind his Omega.”

“So, he isn’t looking for a mate, he’s looking for a broodmare?” You ask, flabbergasted. 

“Exactly. Actually, the one before him… he…”

“No!” You exclaim, already understanding her implication. 

“My parents thought they won the lottery with me but it turns out that Beta-spawned Omegas are tainted,” Cecily shakes her head. 

“Wrecked and tainted. We are quite the pair,” you laugh humorlessly. 

“You’re not wrecked,” Cecily says vehemently. 

“You’re not tainted,” you reply in the same tone before you both dissolve into giggles. The next couple of hours are filled with laughter, tears, more apologies and forgiveness, and way too many shots. When Jordan and Robbie return from wherever they had been, they found the two of you laying on the floor with your heads together and legs propped up on chairs. 

“What in the hell are you two doing?” Jordan exclaims. He surveys the two glasses, an empty bottle laying on its side, and a half empty bottle on the bar as he hurries over. 

“We are commiserating on the stupidity of designations,” you slur. 

“I don’t know how she can still use words that big when we're this drunk,” Cecily says before she begins giggling uncontrollably. 

“I am not drunk, I am… no, no, you’re right. I am drunk. Holy shit, I haven’t been this drunk in forever,” you look at Cecily and you both start laughing. Jordan and Robbie look at each other and shake their heads. Jordan grabs your hand and helps you to stand, while Robbie does the same for Cecily. 

When Cecily is standing she takes a long look at Robbie before smiling, “Hiya, Handsome. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Oh! Cecily, this is Robbie,” you stumble over to him and put a hand on his chest. “He’s Jordan’s friend. Isn’t he cute?”

“Mm-hm, very cute. I mean, I’ve always thought Jordan was fine but, damn, now he’s bringing around fine ass friends. How am I supposed to control myself?” Cecily whispers loudly. 

“I’m their boss, I can't think like that,” you whisper back. 

“I’m not their boss,” Cecily says, excitedly. “I’m totally thinking like that.”

“You know we can hear you, right?” Jordan says after a minute. 

You both look at them in shock before dissolving into giggles once again. You lean on each other but neither of you are steady and both men jump to keep you from falling. Jordan puts your arm around his shoulders and guides you to the stairs. Robbie attempts to do the same with Cecily but she was less stable than you so he swept her into his arms. 

“You’ve swept me off my feet,” Cecily titters as she lays her head on Robbie’s shoulder. 

“What are we gonna do with you two?” Jordan shakes his head laughing. 

“Take us to bed?” Cecily slurs suggestively. 

“Oh my God, Cec, stop!” You laugh. 

“Don’t worry, princesa, I’m going to put you to bed,” Robbie teases. “With some food and water. And you’re going to sleep this off and then we can be introduced properly when you’ve sobered up.”

“I like him already,” Cecily breathes as she snuggles into him. 

“He’s a good guy. They both are,” you smile drunkenly. 

They get you both upstairs and into Jordan’s bed. Food, bottles of water, headache medicine and your phones are set on the nightstand. Cecily immediately cuddles up to you. Before you fall asleep, the guys insist you each drink a bottle of water to which you comply. Before more than a few minutes pass, you and Cecily are passed out. 

“I guess they made up,” Jordan cracks a smile as he and Robbie head back downstairs. 

“I guess so,” Robbie laughs. “So, uh, Cecily?”

“She’s always been a little wild, man. I’ve always had the hots for her but I never knew she found me attractive. But, I mean, she’s cool and all,” Jordan eyes Robbie suspiciously. 

Robbie smirks at him but changes the subject, “Let’s head downstairs. Looks like it’s just you and me tonight. Better prep.”

“Good point,” Jordan leads the way.

–

Early the next morning you wake with a headache. It had been quite a while since you had drank like that and your body was angry at the abuse. You tried to move as your bladder yelled at you to be relieved but Cecily was clinging to you like a koala. 

“Cec,” you try to push her off but she snuggles harder against you. “Come on, chick. I’m gonna pee the bed if I don’t go!”

Cecily groans but releases you. You shake your head as you move to the bathroom. Walking back afterwards, you see the medicine on the table and silently bless the guys for their forethought. You downed a bottle with a couple of the pills. Putting some of the water in your hand, you flick a few drops onto Cecily. 

“Mmph, jerk. Stahp,” she whines. 

“Take these,” you push some medicine and a water bottle into her hand. She throws them both back without opening her eyes and then turns over to bury her head in a pillow. Shrugging, you do the same. You cat nap for a while, trying to just relax but the events of the last two weeks float through your head as you do. You kick yourself for drinking so much yesterday. You felt weird. Your head hurt and your stomach, you even felt a little feverish. It wasn’t but an hour or so later that your body screamed for the toilet again. It was then that you realized what was happening. It wasn’t the hangover. At least, it wasn’t all the hangover. Your heat was starting. 

Quickly, you wake Cecily, “Hey. I have to go. I’m sorry. I’m going to get my things and head home. I’ll text you later.”

“What’s the matter?” She says groggily. 

“I’m pretty sure my heat is starting. I need to get home,” you explain. 

“Shit, okay,” she sits up, putting a hand to her head, “Ow. Text me when you get there. Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll bring it to you.”

“Thanks, Cec,” you say. 

“I’m sorry,” she says sadly. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you shake your head.

“Going through heat without an Alpha sucks, though.”

“Can’t be helped. I’ll be okay. I’ve done it before,” you shrug. 

“Jordan would prob-”

“No! That’s a line I don’t want to cross,” you say firmly. 

“Okay, okay. I’m serious, let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” you say as you gather your things. You look back at her before you slip out of the room, “I’m glad you came yesterday. I’ve missed you.”

“I love you, too,” Cecily smiles before groaning and flopping back down on the bed. 

You managed to leave the apartment without waking the guys and head to your cabin. The closer you got, the sicker you felt. When it came into view, you realized your cheeks were wet. This was very different from how you thought this heat would pan out. Now, you have to get through it alone. Cecily was right. This was gonna suck. 

Part 7

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