#forest god! Billy russo

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Hi

So I came across your Shrine of Your Lies masterlist in the forest god!billy tag but every part I click on doesn't load. It just spins and spins. I read the drabble that started it and I was excited to find a masterlist of a whole series of it, but nothing loads. I'm new to Tumblr so maybe I'm doing something wrong? I don't know. Just thought I'd ask. Thanks in advance.

Hiiii!

Um, so unfortunately, I took down my SOYL series, I thought I took down the masterlist too but I guess not 😅

I felt like I was putting a lot of work into the writing and plot and description, trying to make it really good and I wasn’t getting the return I'd hoped for, paired with some job complications and I realized it wasn't sustainable as a work of fanfiction.

It's one of my favourite pieces though, I'm sorry you never got to see it ❤

Perhaps a snippet?

You're distracted by the shifting of light, a willow tree, hanging over the water, perched near the water's edge, throwing long lines of shadows over the boat and him. You look up, captivated by the sunlight for what always feels like the first time.

The feather-veined leaves touch your shoulder as the boat moves through the long hanging branches. A soft hush as the leaves scrape the side of the boat, and then you're inside its protective curtain.

It's darker here, and your eyes work on overtime trying to readjust to the drop in light intensity.

And then you see it.

A small square of red blanket in the distance, on the small jutting of land beside the roots of the willow tree. A wicker basket, a bouquet of flowers, an array of pillows. A picnic.

Designed by him, is your first thought, that brings heat to your face and delight to your heart.

You turn back to look at him, smiling, not willing to hide the absolute pleasure you feel because of him. You want him to know- that he's made you happier beyond reason.

The boat comes to a stop beside the land. The boat rocks as Will gets out, and extends a hand out to you. You stand shakily, one hand reaching for him, and the other on your bag. He pulls you up easily, and moves to the blanket. You toe your shoes off, watching as he settles himself on the blanket, his cloak parting down the middle to give you a glimpse of his bare abdomen, and the trail of hair that dips into his pants.

You kneel beside him, the blanket is so soft that you feel no hardness of the ground below.

You settle beside him, the basket between you, and watch as he removes his mask. You simmer with heat looking at him. The breathtaking planes of his face, the wild order of his hair, as if he used his fingers to push it back fairly recently.

"I brought wines, and different things to try with them."

He opens the wicker basket, and begins to methodically unpack things. All manner of fruits and cheeses, some cuts of meat that smell delicious and various dried fruits and nuts.

Left behind, are an array of small glass bottles you can only assume are the wines.

Will presents a wine glass to you, keeping the other in his hand, and you blink in shock.

The glass is hand painted with tiny roses and swirling green leaves.

"This is beautiful." You murmur, examining the glass carefully. "Did you make these?"

"No, I had them made a long time ago, but they have never been used until today."

What a shame, you think, saddened at the thought of two beautiful glasses, gathering dust in a cupboard somewhere.

He tugs a small bottle out of the basket, and pops it open, pouring a bit into your glass and then his.

"I wonder if you can tell which fruit I've used, just by the flavour?" He asks.

You shrug, giving the ruby coloured wine a sniff before taking a sip. It's sweet and tangy, and you love the flavour, but you can't give him an answer.

"I have no idea." You say with a smile, and he returns it, with subtle curve of his mouth. He raises his glass, taking a slow sip.

"Pomegranate." He finally says, and you look down at your glass.

"How very Hades and Persephone of you." You tease, "Un-less you're not familiar with that myth?"

"Myth?" William asks, leaning back onto one elbow, biting into a small block of cheese, before draining his glass, "I knew Persephone. Intimately. Before she met Hades."

Your mouth drops open.

"What?" You gasp in disbelief.

His eyes dart to yours.

It's the first time he manages to look shy about a topic.

"I mean, yes? We were.... occasional lovers."

"Is she beautiful?" You ask, curiously, trying not to be jealous of his time with a beautiful goddess lifetimes ago.

"Quite." He answers simply, "And Hades isn't too bad himself, they make each other better."

"That's amazing." You respond, lost in thought, looking at your little reflection in the wine.

"Here," he says leaning forward, lifting a strawberry to your mouth. You take a bite, sipping the rest of your wine, appreciating the flavours.

You hum in delight.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" You say, midway into your third glass of wine. Cherry wine this time, a beautiful pink colour, swirling in your glass. You turn and reach for your bag, tugging the pretty book of architecture out.

"I was- ah- wondering about what types of styles you liked. Just curious."

You move in close to him, until your shoulders touch, placing the book on your lap and opening it up. He peers interestingly into the glossy pages.

There's images from every era, and he runs his fingers adoringly over some of the pictures, telling you small tidbits of what he liked and didn't fancy too much.

"They're all lovely in their own way," he says, when you point out that he hasn't said he dislikes any. He even appreciates the modern architecture with its minimalistic designs.

"Considering that you like every season, I don't know what I was expecting." You tease, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

He lets out an amused laugh.

"Alright, Alright, I think one of my favourites has to be this." He says, pointing to Japanese styled architecture, images with curles roofs and sliding doors and beautiful gardens. You take in what he says and murmurs your appreciation for his choice.

"I like this," you say, showing him images, of rustic architecture, with a rough, aged, natural design, topped with cozy fireplaces.

"Of course you would, it's like you were born to live in a forest."

You blink up at him, in something of surprise and self-realization.

"Is it the forest?" You murmur out loud, saying it more to yourself than to him.

"Or is it just....away."

His eyes are warm and filled with understanding.

"Maybe both?" He whispers.

And then you can't take it anymore. Pushing your body higher, to press your mouth to his. You sigh in bliss as you meet his mouth, before drawing back to allow him a choice. A chance to say no to the desperate mortal aching for the taste of a god.

You make a sound of satisfaction when his lips chase yours, his body melding seamlessly against you. His arm wraps around your waist, and he curls into you, so that you're pressed securely to him, as if he can't bear the thought of being separated from you for another moment- or so you hope. His other hand cups your cheek, and you can't resist sinking your fingers into his hair. He moans into your mouth, and you swallow the sound gratefully, taking the opportunity to gently caress his tongue with yours.

It's the very first taste of him, and your reaction is pure instinct. You tug him closer, until he's leaning over you, captivated by the taste of his tongue. It's the sweetest ambrosia, filling your mind with the very essence of him. Each taste you get reminds you of something different, warm chocolate, delectable peaches, sweet wine, until you're pleasure drunk on the very taste of his tongue. You suck his plump bottom lip into your mouth, tugging at it gently with your teeth until he's hissing, his large hand palming at your thigh over your jeans, and you wish you'd had the forethought to wear a dress today. His hand drifts higher, to cup your rear, his tongue exploring your mouth just as eagerly, just as fervently as you explore his.

Kiss after kiss- you know what he can taste- the cherry wine, and of all the things he's offered you today, you think his mouth pairs the best with wine.

The kisses slow after you've had the feverish need sated for each other, and what's left behind is no less sizzling. The pace may have slowed down, but the passion only increases with time.

The wind blows in your ear, the water makes its gentle swishing sound, but it's William that steals your senses.

He pushes you back, and you go willingly, until you lie against the soft blankets with his body on top of yours. You tug at his cloak, unlacing it and half pushing it off his back so that you can catch the feeling of his smooth skin. You run your nails gently over his shoulders and into his hair, loving the way he groans in response to your wandering hands.

He lifts his head for a second, his warm eyes ignite a fierce fire within you, and you ache to have his mouth back on yours. When you tilt your chin up in quiet pleading, he smiles and dips his head, but does not oblige you. Instead, his mouth meets your cheek, and then your jaw.  His beard tickles your skin when he moves a little lower, his mouth hot on your neck. You tilt your head, both presenting the space to him, and silently pleading for him not to stop. You feel like an offering, something to be devoured, a fruit upon his lips that he will enjoy- lick his lips when he's done with you so that he may savour the taste for a bit longer...

[alittlestrangesparkle]

Welcome to the mysterious mind of a whimsical forest nymph ♡

➳ Hello strange traveler ♥ Welcome to my little corner of the Internet! I hope that you enjoy your stay ...

About Me: I'm Chloe, a teen author and aesthetic creator who lives to spread the word of God and to write fanfiction! You can also feel free to call me Kylie or even Sparkle if you prefer; my pronouns are she/her! I'm USA-based, and I write OC + reader fanfic for Kaz Brekker, Bucky Barnes, Matt Murdock, and Billy Russo. If you sense a trend, shhhhhhhhhh ....

12+ & - 25 please

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

10 things about me -

My aesthetics are probably mainly cottage/fairycore and anything pink or pastel, but I love cowgirl and dark academia aesthetics as well! I love making moodboards and banners for things, if you're a mutual ask me to make you one!

I'm Christian, but I won't ever push my values or beliefs on you as long as you are respectful towards me. Please, no hate asks or speeches about how "You can't PROVE God" in my askbox :)

I'm in the middle of five kids: my eldest brother is engaged to an amazing girl, my older sister is in college studying graphic design, and me and the two younger ones live with my parents!

My first fanfiction ever was written when I was 11, and it featured a very convoluted plot (as well as terrible writing) that was supposedly centered around Wings of Fire, although it was kind of hard to tell.

I'm homeschooled, and I live in a pretty small town that luckily now has more than one store.

I'm a die-hard Swiftie and Lana Del Ray fan, but I also love Melanie Martinez, Sabrina Carpenter, and all country music!

As for video games, I play BOTW and TOTK, as well as Pokemon Violet even though my two best friends have Scarlet. (My starter was Sprigatito)

Fave movies and shows are; Shadow and Bone, The Last of Us, The Mandolorian, Daredevil, Luke Cage, The Punisher, The Ring, Stargate, Firefly Lane, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, The Black Phone, Lost, and Harry Potter.

I'm an aspiring photographer who also loves to paint! I have my own photo gallery with snapshots of the wild Southern ranches that are my home, and I would love to share them with you all!

I love fashion and tend to sew my own clothes, which I have been doing since I was old enough to use the sewing machine.

Requests: open, but tentatively! I DON'T WRITE SMUT (i'm a minor don't send me inappropriate content) but I will write fluff and angst as much as you want! I can also totally write romance/implied sex, I just don't like writing explicit sex. If an ask makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can't do it, I won't write it. So feel free to send in whatever you want!

Talk to me: i love chatting, say whatever! Spam my askbox with stupid questions - just no real spam. Again, please keep it SFW, but whatever's on your mind I'd love to hear!

Fic reviews: if you wanna drop a review for my fics I would love that! If you like something or dislike something (but if you dislike it be nice, I can't write full time), drop a review in the comments or in an ask, and I'll be so grateful!

Read for reads: i don't have time to full-on read and review someone else's fic right now, but I will consider this for mutuals! Mainly cause if we're friends you're reading my fics already mwahahahaha

Anything else: generally, as long as it's not porn or bullying, I invite all interactions! Just please DNI if you are below 12 or above 25, since interacting with older adults makes me uncomfortable. Please leave reviews of my fics, praise, constructive criticism, and drop in sometime to say hi!

Love you all,

Chloe

[waywardsummoner46]

Character List~

Finally! It is here. Hopefully this helps you all with any confusion or just in general.

What I’ll write: 

Polyamorous relationships (character x reader x character)

Plain old character x reader

sibling!character or parent!character x reader

Absolutely any AU at all, I’ll list a few ideas down the list

Any version of a character (yandere, dark, etc.)

Literally anything I guess, if it bothers me I’ll let you know!

For certain characters the requests will be strictly platonic however I’m still willing to write dark stuff for them too.

There’s also definitely some I’ve missed so if you don’t see a character or fandom you’re interested in, don’t be afraid to ask!

I’ll put a star next to the characters I’m most interested in writing just in case your struggling to choose!

So here’s the list itself (it’s a bit messy I’m afraid oops):

Supernatural

·        Dean Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Sam Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Castiel (most versions of) *

·        Gabriel *

·        Charlie Bradbury

·        Jack Kline (platonic)

·        Bobby Singer (platonic)

·        Rowena Macleod

·        Crowley

Grishaverse

·        Kaz Brekker

·        Inej Ghafa

·        Nina Zenik

·        Matthias Helvar

·        Jesper Fahey

·        Wylan van Eck

·        Aleksander Morozova *

·        Nikolai Lantsov *

·        Alina Starkov

·        Zoya Nazyalenski

·        Genya Safin

MCU

·        Peter Parker (all versions) *

·        Loki *

·        Doctor Strange *

·        Natasha Romanoff

·        Yelena Belova

·        Steve Rogers

·        Druig * 

·        Milo/Lucien

X-Men

·        Charles Xavier

·        Peter Maximoff

·        Jean Grey

·        Logan

Guardians of the Galaxy

·        Gamora

·        Nebula

Defenders

·        Matt Murdock

·        Jessica Jones

·        Kilgrave

·        Billy Russo*

Sherlock

·        Benedict Cumberbatch *

·        Henry Cavill

DC~

·        Joker (Barry Keoghan or Heath Ledger)

·        The Riddler (Paul Dano)

·        Superman

·        Poison Ivy

·        Harley Quinn

·        Dick Grayson (any version of) *

·        Jason Todd (any version of)

·        Tim Drake

·        Damian Wayne (platonic unless aged-up)

·        Wonder Woman

·       John Constantine (Keanu Reeves)

·       Anarky

Gotham

·      Jerome Valeska

·      Jeremiah Valeska *

·      Edward Nygma

The Witcher

·        Geralt of Rivia

·        Jaskier

Dune

·        Paul Atreides *

·        Channi

Twilight~

·        Jasper Hale - Major Whitlock (the fan concept of a different, more dominant personality for him interests me a lot so...) *

·        Alice Cullen

·        Aro

Doctor Who

·        Ten

·        Eleven

The Boys

·        Soldier Boy

Divergent

·        Tobias Eaton

·        Tris Prior

Harry Potter

·        Tom Riddle *

·        Marauders Era!Remus Lupin *

·        Marauders Era!Sirius Black

·        Newt Scamander

Scream

·         Billy Loomis

·         Stu Macher

The Maze Runner

·         Thomas

·         Newt - Crank!Newt

Once Upon A Time

·         Peter Pan *

Star Wars

·         Kylo Ren

·         Anakin Skywalker

·         Luke Skywalker

·         Leia Organa

Star Trek

·         Khan Noonien Singh

Throne of Glass (please for the love of god request for this!!!! If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it!)

·        Rowan Whitethorn *

·        Aelin Galathynius *

·        Aedion Ashryver

·       Dorian Havilliard (with or without collar) *

·       Manon Blackbeak *

·       Ansel of Briarcliff

·       Asterin Blackbeak

·       Elide Lochan

·       Lorcan Salvaterre

·       Fenrys Moonbeam

·       Lysandra

·       Nesryn Faliq

·       Sam Cortland

The Cruel Prince

·       Cardan Greenbriar *

·        Jude Duarte

Percy Jackson and Related

·        Piper McLean

·        Hazel Levesque

·        Nico di Angelo

·        Leo Valdez *

The Mortal Instruments

·       Jace Herondale

American Horror Story

·       James Patrick March *

·       Tate Langdon

·       Kai Anderson

Teen Wolf

·       Stiles Stilinski - Nogitsune *

Caraval

·       Legend *

·       Jacks, The Prince of Hearts *

·       Donatella Dragna

·       Scarlett Dragna

Walker

·       Cordell Walker

My Bloody Valentine

·       Tom Hanniger

Cry Wolf 2005

·       Tommy Jordan

Peaky Blinders

·       Tommy Shelby

Gilmore Girls

·        Dean Forester

Good Omens

·        Crowley (Nanny Ashtoreth)*

·        Aziraphale*

Little Women

·       Theodore “Laurie” Laurence

The Matrix

·       Neo *

·       Trinity

Brooklyn Nine Nine

·       Rosa Diaz

·       Jake Peralta

·       Gina Linetti

Kingdom of the Wicked

·       Emilia di Carlo

·       Wrath

·       Lust

A Court of Thorns and Roses (still reading, will add more characters as I go on)

·    Rhysand

·    Feyre

·    Lucien

·    Nesta

·    Mor

·    Azriel

·    Cassian

·    Amren

House of the Dragon

·    Daemon Targaryen

·    Rhaenyra Targaryen

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Golden Cages series 

summary: You have lived isolated from the outside world in a forest for a large portion of your life. One day, a mistake you made causes you to end up with the Darkling wounded in your cottage. Time passes as you both become closer while you nurse him back to health. When it is time for him to return to the Little Palace, you go with him, which puts you on the track of a new part of your life.

Read to Me in the Morning

summary: A rare morning arises where you have the general all to yourself with the chance to remain hidden in between the sheets until the sun set again.

A Secret Garden miniseries 

summary: You were forced to stay in the garden that your mother, Demeter, made for you. A mysterious god soon enters without her knowledge and the secret love that you both share becomes something that you no longer want to hide.

A Heart Covered in Thrones

summary: Aleksander went by many names once he created the Fold with his magic and Maleficent was one of them. He cast a spell on your future that he would come to regret when you try to rid the world of the Unsea with your light.

To Be Pretty, Powerful, and Important ☆

summary: All you have ever wanted was to matter. In secret, the general made you feel like it, but it was never genuine. You watched from a distance as Alina Starkov got everything you had ever wanted.

Pencil Case 

summary: You and Aleksander are unaware that your pining is mutual, that leaves an opportunity for a lot of situations to transpire in Os Alta’s best postsecondary educational institution”

Care 

summary: You’re locked in your room when you refuse to participate in the Darkling’s plans to “change the world.

Sugar Free

summary: Billy Russo had a soft spot for you even though you acted a bit bratty at times.

Furtive Roulette

summary: Billy always found pride in the fact that he always managed to keep you out of the worst parts of his life, but he should have known that he could not keep you uninvolved for too long.

[kazs-can]

Can someone please help me find this post? It was an imagine and it was about Billy Russo a d he was this forest god and its name started qith "Show something something something" and it was a work in progress and 5 parts are out and he wore this deer skull

Someone help me please it's the best thing I've ever read and it just slipped out of my mind pleasseee

[acourtofsnakes]

Of Crowns and Armour, part 2| Bodyguard! Mando x Royal! Reader

Summary: Will Mando be true to his word about sneaking you out? Or will everything go wrong at the last moment

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, brief mentions of death, subtle references to sex (not explicit), not completely canon

Pairings: Bodyguard! Mando x Royal! Reader

Word Count: 4.3k+ 

Square filed: Bodyguard AU/ Taken Captive (hinting and leading into it ahead of next chapter) AN: @mandalorianbingo 

This is the outfit for the bar and here is Din’s car! And yes, that IS Billy Russo’s car from Punisher

Bingo Masterlist

Of Crowns and Armour: Part 1| Part 2

Permanent taglist: @greeneyedblondie44 @mamacitapascal​

The following day, you both had a meeting with your Grandma about public appearances and such, and then the Mandalorian escorted you back to your room, and promptly disappeared. 

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day.  

He wasn’t present at dinner and you couldn’t find him anywhere. 

By the time 8 o’clock rolled around, you had decided to believe he’d changed his mind about getting you to the bar. 

Still, maybe you should just sneak out. Everyone was expecting you and like Hell were you going to let them down. 

Besides, you weren’t afraid of the Mandalorian, or his threats. Your grandparents had already said the worst things they could have done, so what else did you have to lose? Short of locking you in a tower, they couldn’t do much else. 

And so, that’s why you were sat at your dressing table, finishing off the last of your makeup when there was a knock on the door. “Darling?”

Your grandmother. Shit. 

Hurriedly, you rose from your dressing table, looking for your robe, anything to cover your outfit. If she saw you, you’d be thrown in that metaphorical tower quicker than expected. 

“The Mandalorian said you weren’t very well, that you’d taken ill after dinner. I just wanted to see if you needed anything.” 

That froze you. 

The Mandalorian had lied to your grandmother? The Queen… on his first day?

He had lied. To cover you so you could go out with your friends. 

Just what kind of game was he playing? Was this an attempt to get you to like him? Did he just... not care? Or was this all some big elaborate trick designed to see if you would finally listen to your grandparents. 

Before the conspiracies could suck you too deep, you realised you should probably answer her. 

You worked to make your voice sound muted, tired, “Yes, he’s right… I was out for a walk in the garden and took a turn. I almost fainted.” You shrugged helplessly at the print of a forest hung on the wall, not knowing what else to think of. 

“Fainted? Oh, darling, do you need me to call for the nurse? I can have her here straight away to check you-“

“No! No, that’s okay… I think… I think I just need some rest.” You bit your lip, praying that would be enough and then you threw in a very believable yawn. 

You heard your grandma hesitate, “Okay… But if you aren’t any better by the morning, I’ll call for the nurse. Sleep well, darling.”

“Thank you… I will.” You knew she remained unconvinced, but her footsteps retreated from the door, leaving you bewildered still. 

Why on Earth would he lie on his first day? 

Shaking your head, you finished off getting ready, wondering if you should put on your heels or trainers – would you be going there like a normal person… or sneaking out of the palace gardens? 

Just when you were about to reach for the trainers, there was another knock, freezing you in place. 

“Princess?” Your bodyguard’s deep baritone rumbled through the wooden door. 

You sighed in relief, instead grabbing the heels and padding barefoot to the door, which you pulled open, “Hey.” 

Mando stood there, dressed in a similar dark suit to yesterday, same boots and same gloves. 

And the same helmet. 

You really needed to ask him about that.  

It was still facing you, and the Mandalorian was… silent. 

You raised an eyebrow, cocking your head, “Uh, can I help you?” You waved a hand in front his visor, and a tingle passed over your skin, almost as if… as if someone had raked an eye down you. 

The Mandalorian’s gloved hands flexed, “Your outfit…” His voice… was it a little huskier than usual? 

You looked down at your outfit, a pair of slim black jeans and a sheer mesh top embroidered with flowers. “Is there something wrong with it?” It wasn’t over the top, or even inappropriate. Sure, it bared off your belly and the very top of your waist, but it was tasteful. 

Mando’s helmet glinted with the light as he shook his head, “No, no, it’s…” He trailed off, clearing his throat and then he shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers, “Ready to go?” 

Strange. 

You nodded, raising your heels, “One second.” As you stooped down to put them on, you couldn’t help but ask, “Can I ask why you lied to the Queen on the first day of your job?” 

You heard, rather than saw him shrug, “You asked me to find a way to get you to see your friends. So I did.”

Not a good enough explanation. 

You cast a glance up through your eyelashes as you secured the stap of one heel round your ankle, “But you’re my personal protection officer. The whole point is keeping me in and doing what my grandma asks you to do.” 

Mando tilted his head down to look at you, the movement oddly…. Attractive, “No, my job is to keep you safe. And your grandma asked me to also keep you cared for. And if finding a way to get you to see your friends safely where I can watch you every single second, is keeping you cared for… then I’m not breaking the rules. I would rather know where you are than encourage you to sneak off.” 

You contemplated that as you strapped up the other ankle, “Hmm.” Rising to your feet, you shut your bedroom door, “You’re an odd one, aren’t you?” 

It felt like Mando may have flashed you a grin under the helmet, but instead, he just offered you his arm, “Likewise, princess.” 

He led you out of the palace, avoiding the butlers and guards, and took you out the way you snuck out yourself. A long-forgotten door behind a willow tree in the garden. 

Of course he knew. 

But that didn’t matter because…

On the street outside, was parked an absolutely gorgeous sleek black car, sitting pretty and beautiful in the dusky light. 

The soft squeak of joy that escaped your lips was inevitable, “You drive a Wraith?!” You slipped your arm free of his, hurrying over to examine every inch of the car. 

“You like cars?” The Mandalorian couldn’t hide his surprise, watching you move around his vehicle and carefully touch the gloss paintwork. 

You peered over the bonnet at him, raising an eyebrow, “Surprised?” Turning your attention back to the car, you nodded, “Always. I used to go to car shows with my dad all the time…” You looked at the car again, thinking back to those times. 

Mando cocked his head slightly, a move that you were starting to recognise as a sort of trademark for him, but he didn’t push what you said “It’s not my everyday car. This is for work.” He walked to the passenger door, opening it for you and standing behind is as he watched you almost reluctantly make your way to his side. 

“It’s beautiful…” As you walked round, you paused as you noticed the number plate. You frowned at the letters and numbers for a second, before realising what they spelt, “Razor Crest? What’s that?” 

He merely shrugged, motioning for you to get in, not giving anything away.

Another thing to add to the list. 

Still, you settled into the car, watching him come around to the driver’s side. 

He moved with easy grace, a confident walk that was both balanced and silent. All of his movements were graceful, actually. Like he was moving to some inner tune only he could hear. Each sweep of his arm, shift of his body seemed perfectly choreographed, even with the helmet that you knew would block his peripheral. 

“You’re staring.” He closed his door, turning the engine on and it purred to life, earning a sigh of delight from yourself. 

“You move like you’re trained in dance. Or battle.” You mimicked his pondering head tilt as you watched him put on his belt. 

How could he even drive in that thing? Surely it was illegal.

The Mandalorian let out a soft huff that might have been a laugh and lifted his hand to the wheel, “That might be the first compliment you’ve given me since I started.” 

Your reply came late, because immediately, you had zeroed in what had just been revealed by his movement. 

The angle of his hands on the wheel had caused the sleeve of his suit jacket to rise up, exposing a strip of tanned, olive skin before it flowed into his leather glove. 

It sent a lick of heat through you, making you aware of the small space, the smell of is cologne, and the darkness around you. 

You just… couldn’t stop staring. 

Sure, you’d only known him a few hours, but… that strip of skin was almost like he was naked. It was smooth, the tendons of his inner wrist jutting out in a way that almost made your mouth water, before you realised exactly what you were doing. 

Quickly, you scrambled for a response, “Well, it hasn’t even been a day. Give it time.” It was an almost herculean effort to tear your eyes away from his skin. 

God’s above, get a grip. You’re not some repressed Victorian catching a glimpse of a lady’s ankle.

~~

~~~~

The night was shaping up to be really quite lovely. 

Before going to the bar, the Mandalorian had parked in the next street over and introduced you to the team he had handpicked for the night. 

No palace guards of course, since this was all strictly hush-hush. 

His team was small, consisting of two women – one who was broader built and wore a few braids in the side of her dark hair whom Mando introduced as Cara and the other slender and built almost like an assassin from the books you loved to read. She was called Fennec. They both seemed lovely, and respectful. 

There had been another man, wearing a similar helmet to Mando’s, who simply called himself ‘Fett’ in a gravelly voice. 

The final member of his team was a tall, older looking man, with rich skin and an even richer personality. He was open and bold, very friendly and didn’t stop complimenting you, and introduced himself as Greef. 

They had also informed you that your codename was Nova. Which you had to admit, did thrill you. Just a bit. 

You had a codename.

Mando and his team had watched you go in, staying a few steps behind in the line before nodding to the bouncer at the door and heading in themselves. He’d taken up a position in a shadowy alcove, and… you actually didn’t see much of him for the rest of the night. 

He stayed pretty well concealed, even when he was out in the open. Even with that helmet on. 

His team had too. The only time you noticed any of them, was when you really tried hard to look. 

Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if they had to stay. At least these guys knew how to keep the distance and not hover over you like some kind of helicopter. It allowed you to feel… normal. 

Finn’s performance had been amazing as usual, and you’d all gushed as much when he’d returned to the table with a round of shots. 

Casting a glance round for them out of curiosity, you met the gaze of the woman near the stage, her chin length red hair flashing green for a moment as a laser light passed over it. 

You’d noticed her quite a lot tonight, starting from almost as soon as you walked over to your usual table to meet the gang. 

She’d been standing near a potted fir tree and looked dead at you as you approached. 

You put it down to someone who recognised you as the princess – it wasn’t uncommon. People had a habit of staring at someone well-known. 

Turing your attention back to your friends, you re-joined the conversation.

“So, grandma really won’t let up with the PPO thing then?” Finn sipped his beer, crossing one leg over the other and he looked at you. 

Groaning, you shook your head, “Nope. Not at all.” You had just given them all a quick rundown of what had happened yesterday – Poe already knowing of course. “She says this is it now. The Mandalorian is here to stay.” You sighed, swirling your cocktail around its glass. 

Rey let out a thoughtful hum, “My step-dad told me about something a little while ago… He said back when he was an agent, there were a group of people who were like… major under-cover Special Ops. Sort of like bounty hunters, I guess. They were trained to take out any threat before it even happened, with no trace or evidence” 

Poe snorted, “So, you’re saying her PPO is an assassin?” He laughed, looking at you, “Careful you don’t piss him off, he might slit your throat in the dead of night.” 

Rey threw an olive from her drink at him, “No, you asshole. They’re not assassins. They were sent out on some of the most dangerous missions. Not a lot of people knew about them, they were like ghosts. Luke said he knew some, and the stories he would tell were… horrific. They got caught up in some really brutal things. Lots of people hated them, and there was this big scandal between the Mandalorian’s and this other group. They released hundreds of secure files, revealing the identities of the Mandalorian operatives. A whole bunch of them were killed and so were their families. That’s why they keep the helmets, even now. So no one knows who they are… so they can protect their families back home.” 

Your drink turned a little sour in your mouth as Rey finished speaking. You had called him a circus freak, laughed at his helmet… what if he was one of those operatives? What if he had been… tortured… watched his family killed? 

A cold sweat licked down your spine, bringing with it the memories of blood, of that awful, awful night you lost your parents. 

Quickly downing the rest of your cocktail, you stood up, “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom, don’t start the next round of shots without me.” You pointed at Finn, who had a tendency to be an eager beaver when it came to shots. 

“Want me to come with you?” Rey looked up from her drink, tilting her head curiously, her eyes showing concern. 

You laughed, brushing it off and scooping up your bag, “Rey, this isn’t Hutt’s.”

Hutt’s was one of the more… interesting bars you and your group often frequented. 

It was more on the side of what your grandmother would call, ‘unsavoury.’ But as long as you didn’t cause too much trouble for the guards, it was a fun night out. It also came with the guarantee of no-one looking too closely at your ID and realising who you were – of course, you had a fake ID. Not fake for the age… just the last name.

Poe laughed, shooting you a grin, “Oh, honey, you know how to have a good time at Hutt’s.” He dropped you a wink, referring to the night in question that had gotten you into that final point of trouble. 

The night of the body shots and table dancing. There had been more, but thankfully, your grandma didn’t know that. 

You raised your eyebrows, wearing a matching grin to Poe’s, “And so do you, if I recall correctly.” Amongst you all, Poe was known as… not exactly a player, but he did have a certain way with the ladies – and the occasional man. 

Finn laughed, clapping, “Ooooh, she’s right! Do you remember – “ 

Before you got sucked into a game of reliving your messiest nights, you slipped away to the bathroom. 

Just before you reached the door, you noticed the red-headed lady standing near a large potted plant, watching you again. 

Weird. Maybe you should go and see if she knows you. 

You shrugged, pushing open the door and heading inside. 

~~

~~~

God, Mando hated parties. 

Well, you couldn’t exactly call this a party. 

This was… actually kind of better than most of what he’d been stationed in previously. 

This place, Tano’s, was rather inviting, with rich décor and open spaces. There were lush plants everywhere, softening the sleek lines of the furniture.  The warm lighting was reminiscent of a sunset, providing a lovely ambience. It helped that he knew the lady who had once owned it, before passing it on to a friend. 

The bar was wide, a big sort of U shape with lots of seats. There were multiple raised seating areas, and a sunken area that faced the big stage where the princess’ friend has sung a little while ago. He was actually pretty good. 

But everything else… the clustered groups of people, the changing music, the flashing lights… 

He had never come to care for it. 

Give him open space and gentle quiet any day of the week. 

Too much noise and movement brought him back to that place. 

Reminded him of the things that had been done. 

Maybe he should go out for a breath of air. 

He almost laughed aloud at that thought. Like he would take off the helmet here. 

Too many people to see him, too many phones and cameras which might capture his face and release it to the world – to his enemies. 

God, he was on edge tonight. 

Of course, it had everything to do with the surroundings and nothing to do with the grins and flirting that the princess had exchanged with her dark headed friend. 

Or the way they had danced earlier. 

Or the way he casually slipped his arm round her shoulders as they watched Finn perform. 

He was aware that Dameron was a close friend of the princess’ but… something had flickered inside him as he’d watched. 

But that was to do with the surroundings. 

Suddenly, Fennec Shand was at his side, “Is Nova with you?” She leant against the bar casually, head tilted up like they were just having a normal, easy conversation. 

Mando straightened instantly, turning his head to her and he tried to keep his voice steady, “What? No. She was going to the bathroom. I can’t exactly go in there can I. You were going in with her.” 

“I watched her go in, but I thought you had someone in there? So… where is she?” Fennec was reaching for her comm’s earpiece, listening to the volley of updates from everyone stationed around the room  

Mando looked sideways at Fennec, his eyes almost burning holes through the visor of his helmet, “What do you mean ‘where is she?’ You were supposed to be tailing her into the bathroom.”

Fennec stared at him, shaking her head, “No, you told me to watch the door and wait for her, so it didn’t attract attention.” She scanned the room, searching the crowds of people for any sight of the Princess. 

Mando growled, his hand coming up to the top of his helmet, like he wanted to rake his gloved fingers through his hair, “I didn’t… Fuck! It doesn’t matter. We need to find her. Go.”

He practically flew across the room on a storm cloud, eyes focused on the group of friends. 

The clock began, your safety at the top and the hands od danger getting read to mark away seconds of your life.

The other girl, Rey, looked up when she saw Mando approach, “Oh! Hey, are you-“

Mando cut her off, not to be rude, but because that clock was already beginning to tick, “Have you seen her? Has she come back from the bathroom?” His voice was tight, slipping out through gritted teeth and the helmet made it sound rougher than he intended. 

Rey blinked a few times, a small frown appearing between her eyes and she looked around, realising, “I… No. She hasn’t. We thought she’d gone to find you.” Her eyes were confused, at the urgency. 

Mando stifled a hiss of annoyance, “No. I haven’t seen her come out.” 

Finn looked at him next, laughing a little, “Relax, man. It’s not unusual that she slips off at some point in the night. We’re always losing her.” He shared a laugh with Rey, who nodded affectionately. 

Did they not realise what was happening here? How were they being so… so blasé about this?

Finn was still talking, “She shows up eventually, usually with some wild story that puts us all to shame.” He grinned, a grin that said exactly what kind of story you came back with and Mando realised it wasn’t that they didn’t care, it was that they were used to her running off. 

But this feeling… the pricking in the back of his neck… 

This wasn’t just some romp in the night with a stranger. 

It was more than this. 

He knew it was. 

Some wild part of Mando snapped, and he grabbed Finn by the front of his leather jacket, hauling him up out of the chair in one fluid mood, “This is not a fucking joke.” His voice was a rough snarl, that beast poised and snapping its teeth, “Your friend is missing, and you’re sitting there laughing about it and thinking she’s run off for a quick fuck with a stranger? You really think so little of her?” Mando’s free hand twitched, a cloud of fury surging over him and almost choking him. 

“Hey!! Hey, let’s not start fighting with ourselves, here.” Poe had jumped up, and was facing Mando, tapping his arm, “Relax, okay? I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this. Finn never once said she sleeps around, or even implied that. She just… really lets it all go some nights, which you can’t blame her for. She wouldn’t have run off for no reason, so just… relax.” He raised his eyebrows, his voice calm, trying to diffuse the situation. 

Mando blinked behind his helmet, the haze clearing from his vision as he saw Finn’s wide eyes, the faint tracery of concern and a little fear in his expression. 

Horror overtook the fear, wiping it out and Mando let Finn go quickly, soothing his jacket and he raised his hands, “I’m sorry. Just… Text her. Please.” He stumbled back one ungraceful step, and then turned, almost lurching with the uncharacteristic, unsteady gait as he walked away, feeling her friend’s eyes on the back of his polished head. 

The urge he had to throttle Finn almost terrified him and he realised with a shock that in merely fifteen hours, he had become that protective of the princess.

But that was his job. 

And this… this wouldn’t be the same as last time. 

He pressed a button on his helmet which activated the comms system, “I need eyes on Nova. Now. She was last seen heading to the bathroom. Fennec is checking there, making sure she didn’t get out. 

Fett, I want you on the terrace.” He moved through the crowd, trying his hardest not to shove people out of the way, “Cara, Greef, cover both doors. No one in and no one out until we find her.” 

~

The clock continued ticking down, each second signing away another portion of her life. 

The princess had just… vanished. 

I will tear down this whole building. 

Mando raked his eyes over every single face he came across, and that wild, untamed part of him wanted to scream at everyone, threaten them until they gave up where she’d gone. 

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an hour. 

I will tear down the whole city. 

How could he have been so stupid? He had his best team, his most trusted people in the room tonight. Not the palace guards or security, his handpicked agents from his highest team. 

And they had still managed to lose her. 

~The sounds of screams filled the room, echoing over and over along with the unspoken truth that would haunt him until the day he died. 

He had failed.~

The Mandalorian began to make his way through the crowd to the bathroom. 

Maybe Fennec would tell him she was in there, or even that she had slipped out of the windows like an alley cat and snuck away into the night. 

Yeah, that’s probably what happened. Maybe she had… maybe she had gone to meet someone. Didn’t want babysitters trailing after her. 

The Queen had told him that she’d be a handful, that he would have to always have one eye on the surroundings and one eye on her. 

~He’d been too late. 

Too late to realise, too late to get moving. 

Too late to save them.~ 

She’d escaped, that’s all. 

The feeling in his gut told him otherwise. 

He met Fennec as she came out of the bathroom, “No one in there. None of the windows were busted either, they’re too small to let anyone out. She didn’t escape.” 

Fuck.

Trying not to think too hard about the cool sweat beginning to prickle his skin, he turned, giving the room one last sweep. 

Dameron and the others were clustered at their table, looking at their phones and shaking their heads, concern on their faces. 

They hadn’t heard from her. 

It was true then. The sinking feeling in his bones, in his heart… it was right. 

Mando reached to activate his comms, a coloured spotlight from the stage bouncing over the bar. 

If he hadn’t been so alert, he never would have seen it. 

A flash of light, like metal reflecting. 

Mando walked across the floor, slipping around a laughing couple and reaching the bar, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling in anticipation – and dread. 

There, lying on top of a discarded beer mat, was a small, metal object. 

Mando scooped it up, holding it up in his gloved palm so he could see it through the visor. A tiny little thing, smaller than a keychain…

But it felt like he was holding a live grenade. 

The object was shaped a little like the letter V, but the top sections were flared out, sort of like an arrow. 

To anyone, it would mean nothing. 

To a certain few, they would be able to notice that it looked similar to the Mandalorian’s own visor. 

But, to a select handful of people… They would know this symbol. Know which woman is belonged to.

Which was why Mando felt the world slip out from under his booted feet, the noise of the bar turning into the sound of screaming, a child’s screams, his child, begging and pleading. The lights reflecting off the wall turned into flames and the burst of a gun, flashing across his vision. He saw blood, saw the bodies littering the floor. Felt his own failure and sick terror turn his blood to ice. 

It was happening again.

She hadn’t slipped away. 

She’d been taken. 

By Bo-Katan. 

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Missed You

Billy Russo x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar or spelling mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: smut, fluffy end

Words: 2.045

It is Friday night and you’re waiting for your boyfriend Billy to come home. You hadn’t been able to spend some proper time with each other since you were both busy with work lately. He promised you to come home earlier today. You’re currently in the bathroom checking your makeup one last time when you hear Billy call out for you.

’’Y/N you home??’’ you hear his voice.

’’Yes’’ you reply and leave the bathroom only wearing your newest lingerie and one of his shirts.

’’There’s my girl’’ he says and licking his lips walking towards you.

’’Hey my love’’ you say before he grabs your jaw with his left hand bringing your lips to his.You wrap your arms around his waist brining his body closer to yours.

’’I missed you’’ he says after you pull away to get some air.

’’I missed you too Billy. ’’ you smile and start kissing his neck.

’’I love you Y/n so much.’’ you pull away to look in his eyes and all you see is love and adoration. 

’’I love you too babe.’’ 

’’You look so good in my clothes - better than I do to be honest. Have I ever told you that before?’’ he says and watches you with hungry eyes while licking his lips. 

’’You look so incredibly sexy baby. God what are you doing to me’’ he says and you notice the growing bulge in his pants. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your lips onto his. He carries you to your shared bedroom and towards the bed. Billy lays you down. You sit up and open his belt while he is undressing his upper body.

’’Looks like someone missed me Mr.  Russo.’’ you say smiling while stroking his dick through the material. Billy lets out a low moan. 

’’You have no fucking idea Y/N. I have been missing you like crazy.’’

You slowly take of his boxers finally freeing his throbbing dick. You can’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. He looks down at you and you smirk at him before you give all your attention to his erection. You give his tip a soft kisses.

’’Don’t be such a tease babygirl.’’ he says and his hands find their way automatically to your head grabbing your hair pulling them together into a ponytail. You look up to him one last time admiring his handsome face before before you slip his tip in between your lips before taking him deeper into your mouth. He lets out a low moan and you feel him shift under your touch. Your lips work their way up and down his shaft. He started to thrust forward meeting your face each time. You become more eager wanting to have all of him inside your mouth. You grab his thighs before taking him in all the way all. He lets out a loud moan. His big cock causes you to gag but you shrug it off and keep going finally hearing what you were longing for the entire time.

’’God baby. You are amazing. You take me so well babygirl. You’re so good to me. Fuck please don’t stop.’’ You feel his hard length twitch in your mouth and pull him out. You lick your lips and he wipes your mouth with his hand.You move back to the middle of the bed waiting for your man to join you. Shortly after that Billy is hovering over you. He smashes his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel one of his hand sliding down your upper body in between your legs stroking your clothed pussy gently. You moan into his mouth. He releases your lips before speaking up.

’’You’re already so wet for me - so ready to take me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Who made you this wet baby? Who?’’

’’You did Billy Russo. Only you can no one else.’’ you say looking into his eyes.

’’That’s right baby I did. You’re mine!’’ he says with his husky voice. You love when he gets this possessive. 

’’Hips up’’ he says before you do as you’re told and he frees your now dripping wet pussy. He throws your thong away while you get a rid of your bra. You lay down again and his hand goes straight to your throbbing heat. He lets his thumb glide over your clit before sliding 2 fingers inside of you. 

’’Fuck Billy - Faster please’’ you beg him and he fulfills your wish. Your moans get louder each time he thrusts into you. ’’I-I’m gonna cum please don’t stop’’ 

’’Cum for me baby girl. Show me the good girl you are and cum all over my fingers’’

Hearing those words leave his mouth is enough for you. Your walls clench around his fingers and you scream out his name.

’’God there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you cum undone Y/n’’ he says and pulls his fingers out of your pussy before sticking them into his mouth needing to test you. 

’’You taste so sweet baby I swear this is my favorite flavor.’’ 

He spreads your legs with his hand before kneeling down in-between of them. 

’’You ready for me Y/n?’’ he asks and you nod not trusting your voice right now.

He takes his cock in his hand stroking it before sliding the tip between your lips moving up and down.

’’I need you Billy please!’’ you beg. With one thrust his cock is buried inside you all the way. The both of you can’t help but moan out each others names after finally becoming one again. He starts trusting slow at first to make sure his girl is comfortable. Billy leans down and kisses you passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth. You grab his head pulling him closer. One he releases your lips you look at him and ask ’’Let me be on top of you?’’

He stops in his tracks pulling away from you. You can’t help but whine after he pulled himself out of you. He lays down and you swing your leg over his waist sitting on top of him. He strokes your thighs as you get in position and lower yourself on his length. You bring your hands down to his chest for support before you start moving. You quicken your pace needing to hear Billys moans.

’’God you take me so well baby. You feel so damn good around me. This is my pussy. This is where my cock belongs right Y/n?’’

’’Yes it’s your pussy yours alone Mr. Russo.’’ 

’’That’s right!’’

He sits up moving his lips to your right nipple sucking and nibbling on it while his other hand gabs your ass supporting your movement. Once he releases your right nipple he repeats his action showing your other breast the same love.

’’Fuck Billy you feel so good. I can’t believe I had to miss out on this cock for 2 weeks.’’

He lets go of your breast and says ’’Neither can I. Never again. I try to be home earlier. I don’t wanna go without you more than I have to’’.

After that he flips the both of you over so he’s on top of you again.

He quickens his pace and you can’t help but let out a scream every time he hits your spot. 

’’Tell me what you want Y/n. Huh? What do you need my love?’’  he asks with an unsteady voice.

’’Go faster - harder please I beg you’’ he grins and does as he’s told and you can’t help but scratch his back needing to hold onto him while he is pounding into you hard.

’’Fuck babe I’m gonna cum’’

’’Cum for me baby girl’’ he orders and you follow his order. Tears are forming in your eyes because of this unbelievable pleasure. You scream out his name never wanting this moment to end. He keeps pounding into you and you feel his cock starting to twitch.

’’Please cum inside of me. Fill me up Billy. I beg you.’’ with that being said he can’t hold back and empties himself inside of you covering your walls with his cum . He thrusts a few more times and kisses you before laying down on top of you trying not squash you under his weight. You wrap your arms around your man stoking his back while the both of you are trying to catch your breaths.

’’Shit this was amazing you were amazing. I love you Y/n’’

’’I agree babe. I love you too Billy so much.’’ you answer him. Once Billy breathing is back to normal he is trying to remove himself from you but you won have it. You wrap your legs around him stoping him in his movement. He gives you a questioning look.

’’I’m not ready to let go of you yet. I need to feel you inside of me just a little bit longer.’’ you say and he nods understanding. He flips you over so you’re on top of him and he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss on the head.

You caress his chest while his fingers are moving up and down your back. The both of you are laying there enjoying the silence simply being happy to be in each others embrace again.

’’I’m off the pill Billy.’’ you say and look up to him.

’’I know and it’s okay.’’ he says and smiles.

’’So you knew and you still decided against the condom?’’ you say with wide eyes. You’re surprised since the two of you never talked about children before.

’’Yes. I love you Y/n. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I never felt anything like this in my life before. You’re my endgame Y/n. I will make you Mrs. Russo one day I swear. Back to the whole condom thing. I wouldn’t mind having a little you or me running around. Whatever happens - happens. You end up pregnant I’ll be happy. If not that’s okay too. We have our whole life in font of us.’’

Saying you’re shocked is an understatement. When you met Billy 3 years ago you got to know him and learned about his way with woman. So him telling you about his feelings and that he wants to be with you - to be in a serious relationship with you came as a surprise. 

’’Babe I don’t know what to say.’’ you say trying to find the right words.

’’Forest I said something’’ he says shoving you off him trying to get off the bed but before he can you pull him back.

’’Stay Billy. Listen I want this too do you hear me. I want you William Russo , all of you. You can’t get a rid of me’’ you laugh.

’’I’m just surprised because we never talked about kids or marriage. When I met you you had a different women every time we met. I never saw you as a guy who would settle down. Now we’ve been together for 2 years. I’m happy Billy I really am. You make me happy. By the way Y/n Russo has a nice ring don’t you think?’’ you say.

’’Yes you’re right. I was quite the ladies man. Frank always takes about quality over quantity so when I really got to know you better I finally understood what he was talking about. I changed my ways for you , for us - for our future. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.’’ he says and you have to yawn.

’’Tired babygirl?’’

’’Yes you wore me out babe.’’ you say and lift the covers hoping he will get under with you.

’’Take a nap with me Billy?’’ you ask him sweetly and he lays down with you.

’’Only if I can have you again after we wake up’’ he smirks

’’As if I would deny it to you.’’ you say and cuddle into his chest. He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you and closes his eyes.

’’Night Y/n. I love you.’’

’’Nighty B. I love you too.’’ you say before drifting off to the dreamland.

[heychangbin]

The Camping Trip ║ Part Two

Summary: You and Billy find your way back to your campsite, learn some things and spend the first night out in the woods. 

Wordcount: 4876

Warnings: More smut towards the end. 

A/N: picks up where part one left off, tag list at the bottom.

You didn't want to believe it, couldn't believe it, there was no way in hell that Billy Russo, whose job demanded that he be on high alert and commit, even the most minute of details to memory, was lost.

“8 years of military service," you began, fingers fastening the button of your jean's, "134 confirmed kills, 3 tours in Iraq, 1 in Afghanistan, CEO of your own private security company and you can’t remember from what direction you came from when you found me?” you cried incredulously, walking between the breaks in the trees, eyes squinting to see if you recognized some gnarled branch you might've passed by.

 “In my defense,” you turned to look at him over your shoulder, shoulder pressed against the truck of a tall tree, jeans buttoned and zipped back up, dark gray t shirt smoothed down against his torso, “when I got those kills and was doing my tours I wasn’t getting my brain sucked out through my dick.”

 You rolled your eyes as you turned away from him, brows furrowing as you caught the color of the sky. Was it getting darker? It definitely looked darker than when you arrived. Were there bears in New York? Oh god, were you gonna get mauled by Winnie the Pooh?!?

 Your breathing started coming in shorter bursts, the rising panic making you start to hyperventilate.

"Stop panicking." He said, his voice controlled and calm as if he wasn't lost in the middle of the woods with no idea how to get back to the campsite. Probably due to all his training, you were sure that being a Lieutenant in the marines special forces he had to have nerves of steel.

But you didn't and you couldn't pretend you did. 

"Billy, we're lost, how am I not supposed to panic!"

"Panickin’ about it ain’t gonna help, you're just gonna work yourself up--"

"Of course I'm gonna get worked up, we're lost and we don't have our phones Billy! what if a bea--"

"STOP." He said over you, voice hard and commanding, sounding every bit the decorated Lieutenant he was under all the expensive tailored three piece suits, silk ties, and immaculate personal grooming. 

You froze mid step, shocked, Billy had never raised his voice at you, not like this, not even during the heated argument you've had over the years. 

"S-T-O-P," he continued, voice back to its usual soothing tenor, "Stands for: stay calm, think, observe, and plan. First thing you gotta do is calm down." He pushed himself off the tree and walked over to stand in front of you, ducking his head down until his eyes locked on yours, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a tight squeeze., the weight of them helping to ground you and regulate your breathing. "Now, think….observe." 

You take a moment and look past him at your surroundings, your eyes dancing between the breaks in the trees, 

“Everything looks the same!” you groan out in frustration

“Hey, hey,” his hands come to cradle your face, dark eyes seeking out yours, “breathe.” you did, pulling a lungful of air and exhaling it slowly, “Alright, now think, where are you?”

“I don’t know, that’s the problem.”

“Cute,” the corner of his lips giving a slight twitch, “think of where you are.”

“The woods? A forest?”

“Good, what does a forest have?”

You rolled your eyes and looked around again, taking in the trees, grass and….mud. Huh. Your head cocks to the side as you noticed the tracks in the damp dirt.

“Billy,” your eyes follow the prints on the ground that lead and disappear into the trees, “how long do footprints last in mud?” you step past Billy and walk  to the edge of the tracks

“If undisturbed, they can last days, weeks, months even.” he says from somewhere behind you.

“Think we can follow those,” you nod towards the prints, “back?”

“It’s worth a shot, if they don't lead us to our site, they can always lead us to somebody else’s, and we can go from there.” His voice has a satisfied tilt to it, you took a few steps alongside the tracks when a rustling made you stop and turn. Billy was crouched down near the ground, large hands gathering the bulk of the sticks you had collected.

“Are you serious?”

“What? I ain't about to let all your hard work go to waste.”

You rolled your eyes but walked over to where he was and helped pick up the remainder of branches on the ground. After picking up the final gnarled branch he nodded to the tracks, saying,

"Lead the way."

With your eyes trained on the ground, you followed along side the clear indents on the wet dirt, It wasn’t long before you were able to hear the familiar sound of Foggy’s voice. 

“All I’m saying is, they’ve been gone a while, maybe we should go out and make sure they’re okay!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about tenderfoot, Bill’s with ‘er, she couldn’t be in better hands.”

“What if he didn’t catch up to her? These woods are huge and easy to get lost in!”

“And lets not forget it’s—”

“We don’t need to worry about them cuz they’re about to break through the treeline.”

You heard Matt say as you took the final step that put you and Billy out from the cover of the trees, 

“There you are! What took you guys so long?” asked Karen at the same time that Frank let out a “Finally decided to show up, eh?” making Karen toss him a glare over her shoulder.

You rolled your eyes ignoring Frank instead choosing to answer the clear and genuine concern in Karen's eyes. 

“Just headed out too far and lost track of time.”

You heard more than saw the amused huff Billy gave at your words, but you were not about to admit to your group of friends that you had gotten frisky in the great outdoors, especially not when at least two of them had been worried about you being lost. 

“Well, that's a relief but we kinda need to get this fire going if we wanna have dinner.” Foggy said as he hurriedly waved you over to the center of your site, where he sat, hunched over a ring made of rocks. You walk over to where Foggy is, Billy a step behind you,

“First thing you need to know is how to build a fire.” Said Foggy as he took the branches from under your arm, “what I’m about to show you is the Nelson method,” he said as he snapped several twings in half, tossing them into the ring of stones. “It’s a family secret that’s been passed down from Nelson to Nelson ever since the old country and has a 99.9% success rate.” he had gone through the majority of the sticks you had brough when he continued, “When you have a nice pile goin’ you get them nice and close, then, you take your trusty box’a matches,” he says pulling a small box from the pocket of his pants, sliding it open and taking one of the wooden matches, pushing the box close, quickly striking the red head of the match along the stripe on the side, the match head bursting to life with a puff of smoke and a menacing fizzle. Foggy held the burning match to the edge of the pile of sticks, the flame transferring to the thinner ends of the twings, consuming the dry wood in a matter of seconds then dying out. Foggy struck another match and tried again. And again, and again, and again. Finally giving up when he burned himself for a second time. 

Foggy pulled this thumb from between his lips, his arms falling to rest a top his knees, turning to look at Billy.

“You wouldn’t happen to have one of those fancy portable gas stoves packed away in one of the SUV’s, would you Russo?

‘Fraid not,” Billy answered, 

Foggy’s head falls, his chin pressing against the middle of his chest, letting out an exaggerated sigh as his shoulders slump, before looking up at the others and solemnly saying, 

“Got some bad news guys, looks like we're gonna starve.” 

“Y’all better get a fire going over there Billy, I did not spend the last 20 minutes prepping these dogs for nothin’.” Curt said, not lifting his eyes from the work his hands were doing on the picnic table.

With that, Billy scooted closer to the edge of the stones, hand reaching in to pick through the pile of twigs and branches Foggy had made, 

“First, you need to know the different materials it takes to build a fire.” he said, picking and snapping some of the more spindly ends of the twigs off, “Tinder should be thin and dry, ideally it would be birch bark, dry pine needles, grass, or leafs, but these,” he waved the growing fistfull of thin twigs, “will do just fine.

“The thing you wanna remember about tinder is, it should be easy to burn, it's what you’re gonna light directly and will spread to your kindling.

“Next, you got your kindling. These should be sticks no thicker than your fingers and go on top of your tinder.” he turned and picked some of the thicker pieces of branches you had found; gathering them into a loose bunch and setting it aside.

“Now, there’s several ways to go ‘bout it,” Billy said, pulling out a pocket knife from the inside of his boot, pulling the the blade from the metal casing, it locking in place with a click, and shoving the tip into the ground and shoveling out dirt, “the most efficient and easiest is the a-fram—”

“Ey! Don't you be teaching ‘er that shit!” Frank hollered making you, and everyone else, turn to look at him

“Pipe down Frankie, we’re trying to build somethin’ here!” Billy threw over his shoulder at the same time that Curt groaned out, “Oh lord, it’s Afghanistan ‘03 all over again.” 

“Afghanistan ‘03?” Karen asked Curt as her eyes jumped from Frank to Billy, just like yours were.

Curt heaved out a sigh, hanging his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Story for ‘nother time Karen,” he said, sounding far more exhausted than he had seconds ago, “Just get a fire going Billy.” he added without looking up. 

Billy threw a salute in Curts direction that he didn’t see, then continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. He picked up one of the thickest branches you had found and shoved it into the ground at an angle, adding two sticks at the end that stuck out, propping it on the “y” at the ends. He grabbed the bunch of tinder and placed it in the middle of the space that rested under the three sticks, then layered some of the kindling on either side of the structure. When he deemed it finished, he pulled out his own box of matches, struck one along the side of the box and held the burning match to the front of the tinder, the small pile quickly catching the flames, white smoke forming and rising to the sticks above it, followed closely by the lapping of the fire. In a matter of seconds, the layered sticks caught the flame and were burning warm and bright, the tails of the fire flicking and licking at the open air above them.

The fire had been burning steadily when Foggy asked Billy about the hole he had dug up.

“It’s to let the oxygen flow under the tinder, fire needs oxygen to burn and not choke, that helter skelter shit you pulled would’ve worked had you not packed it so tightly.” 

Foggy nodded along with Billy’s words, “Oxygen, not choke, gotcha.”

Billy laughed good naturedly at the intense look on Foggy’s face, poking at the fire as it continued to consume the branches, poking at them a few more times before he twisted to look behind him and called behind him. 

"Hey Frankie, how ‘bout you make yourself useful and bring over the fuel wood and the grill racks to set up!”

Frank threw a glare at Billy before he pushed himself off the bench connected to the picnic table, picking up one of the bundes of chopped wood in one hand and with the other picking the steel rods and grill racks, walking over to where you were, setting down the bundle of wood, rods, and grill racks beside Billy. 

By the time they had set up the grill racks and had added a few large pieces of wood to the burning fire, the sky had turned a shade darker, everyone gathering around the warmth and idly sipping from beer cans as you waited for the hot dogs to finish cooking. After the timer on Curts phone went off the meal went by pretty quickly as you made plans for the next day, which consisted of hiking and catching lunch. 

It wasn't long before Frank was coaxed into bringing out his guitar as everyone held long sticks with skewered marshmallows over the flames.

"C’mon Frank," you said, pulling your marshmallow away from the fire and quickly sandwiching it between a pair of graham crackers and a piece of milk chocolate, taking a bite before parroting his earlier words, " it's part of the experience."

"C'mon Frank," Karen said from beside him, gently bumping her shoulder against his, making the last of his resistance disappear muttering out a low "fine." pushing himself off his chair and going to grab his guitar.

"Didn't know Frank could play," said Foggy around a mouthful of crackers, chocolate, and burnt marshmallow.

"He's actually pretty good," said Billy as he slowly rotated his stick, the marshmallow at the end getting an even golden coating all around. "Self taught if you can believe it."

Just then Frank sat himself down on his chair, resting the body of the guitar on his thigh, the pad of his thumb strumming and plucking at the strings, his head tilting to the side whole his other hand turned the tuning knobs at the top of the headstock. He turned a few more before he began strumming the strings in earnest. The fingers of his other hand dancing along the fretboard, the crackling of the fire complementing the easy familiar melody that filled the air. Frank cleared his throat a few times and began to sing, his usually gruff voice turning just a bit smoother and wrapping around the well known lyrics.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Billy shift beside you, heard the slightest bit of rustling over the strumming of the guitar strings and the words that flowed from Frank, you turned to look at him, mouthing "You okay?", to which he just smiled and winked at you.

Frank was coming to the end of the first verse, his voice fading as his hand changed chords, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as a twangy whistle came up from beside you making you turn to see Billy, sitting up straight with his eyes closed and his hands cupped around his mouth. The whistling changing as he slid the harmonica across his lips, his hands opening and closing over the slim metal instrument, making the pitch rise and fall, before fading completely as Frank began the second verse of the song. 

They continued like that for the remainder of the song, the melody swelling before Frank plucked the last remaining chords as Billy blew on his harmonica, the twangy whistle tapering out as Frank continued to strum the guitar, the fingers of his left hand dancing quickly down the frets as he changed chords, a new melody quickly starting.

Frank and Billy did a couple more songs and had everyone around the fire humming and singing along to his rendition of Thunder Road, before you knew it, the fire had dwindled, the temperature had dipped, and the sky had turned and inky black, it’s after Karen had slumped against Frank’s side, eyes struggling to remain open that Matt suggested putting an end to the night.

The low flame that had been doing a good job at keeping you warm was put out, the mixture of reds, oranges, and yellows hissing as water was poured over them, extinguishing them and giving way to billowy wisps of gray smoke, Billy waved you off, giving you a small smile and saying, “I’ll catch up in a few, wanna make sure this doesn’t come back to life while we’re sleepin’.”

You nod and push yourself off your chair and walk to your and Billy's tent, you reach for the zipper and slide it along the length of the opening, the fabric going slack and letting you step through, pulling your phone out of your pocket and using the light to illuminate your way.

The first thing you notice is the inside of the tent is organized with the same meticulousness you've come to associate with Billy. The large raised bed that takes up a large portion of the left hand corner is made, the sheet and bulky spread pulled taunt, had you had a quarter, you're sure you'd be able to bounce it off the smoothed out surface, beside it a small table with one of the power stations he had sent in the text group. On the opposite corner a couple of hanging organizers, the clothes in them folded with the precision that is, at this point, second nature to Billy, under the organizers an empty mesh hamper, and hanging from the ceiling, an electric lantern.

You reach for the knob, turning it clockwise past the initial click until the room is flooded in a soft, barely there glow. After a few flicks of your phone screen you take your phone cable and connect it, laying the phone on the table and make your way to the organizers, eyes and hands going through the handful of clothes to find an old Anvil t-shirt Billy had once left behind in your apartment and you never returned. It’s worn and frayed around the collar and along the right sleeve but soft to the touch from repeated use; it’s easily your favorite thing you own. Billy has tried to get you to get you to throw it out, swap it for a new one on more than one occasion, mentioning the tiny holes that litter the left side, the stitching that’s coming undone from the right shoulder, but everytime you just shrug, not telling him why you refuse to part with the shirt. You refuse to tell him that it’s the only thing that kept you from breaking down when you—

No. You stop the memories of those lonely nights and days before they are able to fully form. He’s here now, that’s all that matters, not the past, only the future. Our future. Together. 

You shake your head, tossing the shirt onto the bed, maybe one day you’d tell him, when the ghost of the things he did and endured for the people he called his family wasn’t so present on his face and dimming the light of his eyes. You strip your clothes, tossing them into the hamper, followed by your bra, pulling the dark shirt over your head, settling it over your shoulders, the hem falling a few inches short of your thigh. 

You bunch the front of the shirt over your stomach and pop the button of your Jean's free, pushing them down and off your legs. On your way from picking them up off the floor you felt a body press against your back and a pair of arms circle around your middle.

“Curts right, we really should put a bell on you.” you say, relaxing against his chest, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder. You waited for his witty retort, something about no one getting any sleep if he had a bell on, but it never came. You peeked at him outta he corner of your eye and noticed the way his eyes were locked in on your shirt.

“Y’know, I almost tossed this out when I pulled it outta your bag,” he murmured against your temple, his beard grazing against the side of your face as he spoke, long fingers paying with the frayed hem, “knew you woulda served me my own balls for breakfast if you didn’t see it.” he paused for a beat and rested his chin on your shoulder. “You ever gonna tell me why you hold on to this thing?” 

Someday. The word echoed in your mind as you lifted the shoulder opposite him in a shrug,  “It’s comfortable, ‘sides,” you take a step away from him and turn, resting your hand on your hips, “it looks good on me.”

He smiles, his gaze traveling down your body then back up again, eyes lingering where the soft fabric clings to your body, “it does, holes ‘nd all but,” he closes the small distance between you, hands coming to rest on your hips and pulling you close, “it would look much better on the floor.” with that he seals his lips over yours. 

His hands came up to cradle your head as his lips molded over yours, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips before pushing past them and delving into your mouth, you angled your head, meeting each swipe of his tongue with one of your own. His hands trailed down, the pads of his fingers caressing the column of your neck, the curve of your breasts, and down your ribcage before circling around your waist, fingers kneading the swell of your ass. Your hands running up his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt, going further up, past his neck to bury themselves in the long tresses at the back of his head, nails dragging against his skull, making him groan into your mouth. 

His fingers are bunching the back of your shirt against the small of your back when you break away, panting into his shoulder as his hands go back to your ass, digging into the supple flesh.

“Billy,” your voice sounds paper thin as Billy kisses the side of your neck, beard scratching the thin skin, “Billy,” you try again through labored breaths, getting an acknowledging hum from him as his lips work on the slope of your neck, “Billy...we can’t…the others--”a moan interrupts you as Billy sinks his teeth on a sensitive patch of skin that makes your knees buckle, your hands gripping the front of his shirt 

"We'll keep it down.” he whispers against the shell of your ear before nipping your lobe and sucking it into his mouth, teeth worrying the sensitive skin before moving to kiss his way down your neck. A hand coming up to circle your breast, thumb swiping across your hardened nipple through your shirt, you breath out a moan and Billy smiles against the side of your neck as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Billy," you breath, voice thick with want and need, your hands clenching the material of his shirt, pulling yourself impossibly closer against him, 

"I’ve got you," he murmurs, lips brushing against yours as he guides you backwards toward the bed, his hands reaching and pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it off to the side while your hands work on the button and zipper of his jeans, pulling his own shirt up and over his head. You leave a trail of open mouth kisses that start from his left shoulder to his neck, sinking your teeth on the tendon there, making him hiss and stumble as he struggles to step out of his jeans. 

When he’s successfully gotten his jeans off, he kisses you with renewed vigor, his lips hungrily devouring yours as he lowers you onto the mattress and settles himself between your legs, rolling his hips into yours, the outline of his harden length making you a bit desperate to have him inside of you. 

You open your mouth to tell him to stop teasing you when a moan pushes itself past your lips as Billy works your clit through your underwear, the speed and pressure varying every few swipes, keeping you from reaching your peak. When he pulls his hand away from between your legs it feels like it’s been an hour, your body is hot, sensitive and you’ve been reduced to a whimpering mess. He shifts around, hooking his fingers in the elastic of your underwear and pushes them down and off your legs. 

“I’ve got you,” he repeats, kissing the inside of your bent knee and up your thigh, the jut of your hip, the hollow under your sternum, between the valley of your breast, the base of your neck, and lastly on your lips. Your hands dig into his hair, nail scratching against the back of his head, moaning into his mouth when you feel the tips of his fingers touch your core, slipping between the wet folds and running up and down the slit, wetting his fingers before circling your clit, keeping the pressure light and the speed just slow enough to keep you on edge. 

You roll your hips against his hand letting out a whimper when you feel the tip of his long fingers at your entrance, pushing in so slowly that the groan you let out was half pleasure half frustration, the frustration fading as he started pumping his fingers into you, quickly adding a second finger and picking up speed, the undulation of your hips making the heel of his palm brush against your clit every so often, turning you into a withering mess as he helps you chase your peak. 

It wasn't until he added a third finger that he fucked you in earnest, long fingers reaching and curling inside of you while his mouth nipped and sucked at any skin within reach, it was the combination of a particularly hard shove and his teeth sinking into the skin over your jugular that hurtled you to reach your climax, body tensing, eyes rolling back of their own accord and mouth falling open in a silent scream. 

Your chest rises and falls heavily as you catch your breath, your body jerking when Billy pulls his fingers away, you take a few deep breaths, tongue coming out to swipe your lower lip while your hand reaches for the front of Billy’s boxer briefs, he catches your wrist and holds it above your head, lowering himself against your body, lips slotting over yours and tongue delving into your willing mouth as he lazily rolls his hips against yours, dragging his covered length against your mound. His teeth nip and pull at your bottom lip before pulling away from you and climbing off the bed. 

“Where’re you going?” you slur breathily as he walks over to the hung organizers on the opposite wall, rummaging through one of the cubbies for a moment, then makes his way back to the edge of the bed, pushing his briefs down his long legs, wrapping his hand around himself and give his length a few lazy strokes, the motion practiced and familiar, you'd seen Billy put on a condom countless times, before climbing back on and between your legs.

“Ain’t goin’ anywhere,” he murmurs against your skin, hand settling in the crook of your knee and gliding up to your thigh, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he rolled his hips, the tip of his hardened length dragging between your folds while he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses across your chest. 

“Billy….need you…” your voice is caught between a whine and a plea, your leg hooking around his hip and bringing him down to you, rolling your hips against his. Billy hisses and lets out a string of curses before reaching between you and guiding himself to your entrance, letting out a rumbling groan as he pushes into you. 

Despite his prep, you still feel the stretch when he enters you, clamping your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as Billy slowly works himself into you, the speed and force with which he moves increasing with every few thrusts. You feel your second orgasm of the night approaching fast as Billy fucks you in earnest. You struggle to keep yourself quiet as his thrusts become harder, your own movement helping you race towards your finish, Billy pulls your hand away from your mouth and crashes his lips to yours, letting out a moan that Billy swallows as you crest, back arching off the bed and the leg over Billy’s hip pulling him impossibly closer. You’re riding the tails of your high when Billy’s thrusts stutter, hips flush against yours and he bites the top of your breast, groaning as he climaxes. 

You're a heaving, boneless mess, struggling to keep your eyes open when Billy pulls out and rolls off of you, you turn and catch him tying off a condom before your eyes close and slip into unconsciousness.

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The Punisher Season 2: Episodes 1-5

My reactions as I watched these episodes: 

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. I literally tagged it four different ways for spoilers so if you read them after this it’s your own damn fault. 

1: Roadhouse Blues HE IS IN BED WITH A WOMAN THINKING OF KAREN WHAT THE FUCK “Take the good when it comes” AND HES THINKING OF BILLY ALONG WITH THE KIDS MY FUCKING MIND IS BLOWN Frank is so comfortable around kids. This is going to end horribly. He’s gonna go back to this bar and all hell is going to break loose. Frank with blood dripping out of his nose is a MOOD Bathroom fight = Bar fight... not even an episode in and he’s already shot. Sucks to be you Beth. MADANI. Drinking at the foot of Billy’s bed. “Sweet dreams asshole” IVE MISSED THOSE EYES. 

2: Fight or Flight Oh look they’re in Ohio. PLEASE OH PLEASE LET HIM SAY RACHEL BECAUSE HEARING JON BERNTHAL GRUNT MY NAME WOULD BE HEAVEN Aaaaaaand there’s his ass HE IS DIGGING A BULLET OUT OF HIS ASS AND NOW SHE IS YIKES And now he’s grunting “get it” - I CANT. She’s lying. She’s a liar. Lying. And he knows it. He’s gonna be pissed when he realizes how young she is but she’s now ziptied to the bed - and now he’s duct taping her mouth shut this is wonderful and i hope it stays this way for 11 more episodes MADANI IS A GODDAMN MESS Broken Billy is going to be a problem for me. And at this point I feel like he genuinely doesn’t remember. Beth is lying for Frank. Interesting. ....  nevermind HE JUST SAID MY NAME .... you did have to get involved didn’t you, Frank. I DO like this girl calling him out though .... back to the tape and zip ties. My god billy is so anxious about his face he turns to the side to take his medication. the last thing he remembers is fucking being in the barracks. “Frank was your friend?” “My brother” OH MY GOD His memory is only there for a few minutes at a time. GODDAMN. Pilgrim doesn’t want to hear swearing... hmmmmmm - he’s connected to this girl in a more meaningful way than i thought before. HI RAFI. I AGREE WITH YOU. Madani is convinced that billy is faking. LET IT GO this girl is pointing a gun at frank. Yeah that’s not going to end well Oh look he killed a bunch of people and then ended up arrested .... Rachel, you’re.... a fucking horrible liar ... FRANK IN A DRUG RUG DINAH DREAMING ABOUT BILLY ON TOP OF HER AND NAKED - SAME MADANI SAME. that fucking little smirk. OH MY GOD “They died from terminal stupidity” 

3: Trouble the Water hello, Beverly Marsh. I see you in this creepy ass cult. The cadence of Pilgrim’s voice is both soothing and unsettling at the same time, how is this possible? So pilgrim is covered in faded white supremacy tattoos. That’s.... interesting. Frank is trying to warn these people. They should listen. Billy is avoiding sleep. His mannerisms are making me really nervous. He’s doing a good job. Holy shit he just handed those cops their asses. Why is Dumont limping BYE BILLY . Gif ... is.... Pilgrim trying to prove his faith to save his wife? Madani in a big friggin hurry to prove she was right, acting concerned - she still doesn’t get it Unless he’s truly playing them all LMAO DUMONT CALLING MADANI OUT ABOUT NOT KNOWING HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION hi, brett! Good to see you! Madani stole the journal. Hmmm As always frank is the most aware person in the room and he still has no idea what’s going on Ogden’s gonna die. Nice knowing you kid. Picking them off one by one by one... this cult is full of snipers “Sweet boneless Jesus” is my new statement Oh the girl finally did something useful Police station shootout is actually pretty intense Ogden literally got shot in the stomach and still wants to help. That’s how we DO IT in Ohio Marlena is a bitch, but she is focused on frank. This very quickly became personal for her. .... oh. Frank castle literally set two men on fire with one bullet. My fucking hero Him sprinting around in this forest is incredible he’s like a murder gazelle Dinah shows up at the exact right time to save frank and to tell him that Billy broke out of the hospital... guess it’s time to go back to New York. WHAT IS ON THESE ANCIENT ASS FILM ROLLS?!?! who even uses film  cameras anymore 4: Scar Tissue I NEED TO SEE BILLY RUSSO IN THIS I GOT A BIG DICK T SHIRT Ok but where are you going IN YOUR SOCKS, sir? HI HELLO I SEE YOU IN THOSE GLASSES Madani still chewing her aspirin i see   Two locks on her bedroom door, madani is scared This crazy bitch is sleeping under the bed ... nevermind she’s crying not sleeping IM SO SAD HE PUT THE GODDAMN SHIRT ON INSIDE OUT Holy fuck the look on his face and in his eyes when he sees himself for the first time before the injuries. Oh my god oh my god Floriana Lima sucks. Billy went 6 months without decorating the mask. His eyes are so expressive goddamn Frank and Madani hate each other 6 week coma.... facial reconstruction... Billy was biding his time. Madani with his bloody punisher vest casually in her closet, ok. HI CURTIS. i see you’re better prepared Curtis believes Billy doesn’t remember. And he was listed as Billy’s next of kin... heartbreaking. Curtis is describing Billy and Frank with this single conversation. Interesting. Holy shit is he back at the group home?! Casual billy in jeans and a beanie.... yesssss WAIT ITS A FLASHBACK OH HELL YES BUT WHOSE FLASHBACK IS IT Moments of sleep... the mask... Oh fuck. Billy’s going to kill the dude that hurt him Oh fuck oh fuck Finally this dumb girl is opening up. And Frank just decided to keep himself inserted in this, but there’s never really been a choice for him I guess. Billy went to the group home and it was gone and thats the only place he had to go. Jesus, they’re really making you feel for him. He had nowhere and no one to go to so he went to his GODDAMN ABUSER. “You were a good looking kid. It’s a damn shame” FUCK HIM UP BILLY DONT YOU TAKE THAT SHIT Amy’s expression while listening to Madani and Frank 🤣🤣🤣 Oh this motherfucker just poked him in the chest and is bragging about what he did. COME ON BILLY KILL HIM Amy figuring out who frank is and what he did... hmmmmm Madani showing up at the house like a psychopath HOLY SHIT HE STABBED HIM IN THE CHEST WITH A MOP HANDLE ..... fuck. I swear if she takes advantage of him I’m going to scream Billy knows that he deserves what’s happened to him, but not WHY. That’s big. She’s suggesting redemption. ... he wants to see the best version of himself again. He wants to fix things. And i think he’s serious. I’m very conflicted 

5: One-Eyed Jacks Stack the deck - gotta be the dealer... good advice frank. Hi, Turk! Setting up a meeting.... interesting angle frank. Madani is having a nightmare at the same time billy is actually sleeping. Interesting. WHO SLEEPS IN A SILK NIGHTGOWN LIKE THAT madani is seeing billy without scars in her nightmares and sleeping with s gun under her pillow. “I don’t want to feel it, I want to kill it” ... She’s helping him, but i don’t know WHY. And i want to trust her but i just CANT Billy Russo just said “please” and “thank you” in the same conversation... and meant it. WHAT ARE THESE SCARS ON HER ARMS Frank agrees that Billy was right to kill Arthur. Ok back to the creepy cult Leave your dad alone, kid... he’s a little busy Oh frank is going to kill every single person in this gym. I could have done without the  Amy-splurging montage... unless she bought something worthwhile. NOT A DRILL BILLY FUCKING RUSSO IN A TOWEL holy hell is he ripped. I literally had to watch this scene like 4 times because i know it’s important but i couldn’t focus The snake and the rebirth idea is really interesting to me. “The sick are transformed by the healer’s art” .... she’s trying to transform billy. She’s trying to cleanse him... but for what purpose? Madani with Curtis. This is good. Maybe he can help her. Nevermind they’re lying to each other about frank. Madani opening up in the group.... interesting. She feels her life is ruined. Billy and this airman getting drunk is the buddy comedy i didn’t know i needed ... here comes the gym YIKES THAT DUDES FACE These people taking selfies in the bar... Billy’s going to get his photo taken He’s just trying to reconnect with another military man. I didn’t even think about that before   SWEAR TO GOD IF BILLY STARTS DOING COKE INTERESTING. He knows who billy is. Krista is horrified of heights.... interesting as hell. So she’s just as fucked as billy Ah fuck. Pilgrim is in New York.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 6!

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Nightmares, angst, fear, paranoia, a little bit of an injury, a whole lot of hand touching, voyeurism, male and female masturbation.

His entire office smelled like strawberries now.

He takes a breath, raises his right hand to his mouth and bites down on the crook of his index finger harshly.

The pain centers him, allows him to focus on something so that he could drown out the predator. The beast in his head that had been suggesting... awful things to him.

It wasn't in the form of words, the beast didn't use words.

No, he used an arsenal much more powerful, spitting imagery into Billy's head, pouring debauched ideas into his mind until he'd had to find an excuse to cut your meeting short, dropping the work contract into your hands a little too aggressively and telling you to leave it with his secretary by the end of the day, to text him if there were any further concerns.

Billy tilts his head back angrily.

She probably thinks I'm an asshole now, all because you felt like tormenting me, he thinks in the beast's direction.

The beast's only response, is to fill his head with further images of you, face down, ass up, while he buried his tongue in your dripping cunt.

Billy groans.

What would you taste like? The memory of seeing your wet fingers, pulled from your cunt after orgasm is still seared into his head.

Maybe he should give you a little show too?

The beast reminds him angrily about the words he'd said to you.

'I'm not interested..."

What a fucking joke.

He'd only wanted you safe, to have you in a position where he knew you were getting what you deserved. He didn't want you to be overlooked ever again.

The price? Had been his sanity.

Because now he'd have to have you right under his nose for the foreseeable future.

And not... under him... like he'd wanted from the minute he'd seen you.

He'd caught subtle scents of you in the forest before, but every time, he'd always just missed you. He'd spent near two years searching, and hoping to find you, haunted by the scent of you.

And then he'd found you, thankfully, blissfully, and you'd been so afraid.

Killing the hunter hadn't felt like enough, but it was all he could do, barely able to control himself when you'd been threatened.

He knew what he was capable of if someone tried to hurt you. He knew that he would go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe.

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You tried to read the contract, but you could only think about him.

He'd gone through all that trouble to get you to come in today, to accept his job offer, and then he'd dismissed you so quickly? Palmed you off on his secretary like he couldn't be bothered to look at you?

It was just another mark in your book, a mental tally of the many displays of why he was not interested in you at all.

You shake your head, trying to get over it. You should not be thinking about your boss in that way.

His praise had meant so much to you, you'd gone home, almost happy that for the first time in your life, someone had really seen what you were capable of.

Regardless, you were glad to be here, because when you flipped to the very back, to the salary and benefits part of the contract- your heart pounded in your chest.

God, this was the price they paid experts in your field, and here you were with a salary offer that would make you a very comfortable person.

It made signing easy, even his cold attitude towards you made signing simple, because you had a boss that at the very least respected you, in a price range that you'd never thought you'd reach.

Anvil would be good for you.

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Your face is buried in the panther's neck. He purrs when you brush a slow hand over him.

"You're so pretty." You whisper into his neck, you giggle when you feel him lick affectionately at your shoulder.

You finally raise your head, you look around, and you realise where you are.

Your anxiety spikes, you feel your heart racing in your chest as you try to gasp for air.

"This is... this is the forest where-" You can't finish the sentence.

It's daylight in your dream, but as the full realisation of where you are seeps in, night falls all around you.

You gasp, falling back, looking around. He was here, he was here somewhere looking at you.

He was going to kill you.

"No no no no no no no no" You cry, frantic, looking around in every direction, trying to peer into the darkness, trying to see the hunter.

Suddenly there's a roar from near you, and you spin in surprise.

The panther is there, looking at you, approaching you.

You reach out for him as he gets closer.

"I'm so scared." You whisper into his midnight fur, your body shaking from the fright.

"He's here somewhere, he's going to kill me. He promised." You sob helplessly into his fur.

The panther makes a low growling sound again. Instead of scaring you, it soothes you. You know that whatever is out there, can't get past the predator in your arms.

"I need to wake up." You whisper, and it gives you the strength to actually do so.

Your heart is slamming into your ribcage when you jerk awake. You're frozen in the blackness of the night, almost too petrified to move.

You reach a hand up, fingers gripping the pendant of your necklace, exploring the curves of it, allowing it to ease your fright.

You sit up, dried tears crust uncomfortably at the corners of your eyes, and you reach for your phone, to increase the brightness of your lights.

Hunched over, you try to catch your breath.

You check the time, two in the morning.

You would not be able to sleep for the rest of the night.

.

He wants to go to you.

He wants to hold you tight, run his fingers through your hair, kiss the top of your head and tell you that everything is okay.

He can see the lights are on, he catches your silhouette, sitting on one of your couches, sipping something, maybe tea.

He can almost feel it- the remants of your anxiety, refusing to be washed away, like a stain that does not leave.

You must have had a bad dream too, just like he did, watching you be so frightened, lovely face contorted in fear.

He wanted to go to you.

He couldn't.

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"So when are you going to jump Mr. Big Dick?" Amy asks.

You almost spit your drink.

"You mean my boss?" You challenge, phone pressed to your ear as you pull the curtains back to let your house plant get some much needed sunlight.

"Mr. Big Dick Boss, him." She confirms.

"Never? He's- my boss?" You say matter-of-factly.

"Tragic. The next thing you'll tell me is that he doesn't like you." 

"Because he doesn't?! Haven't we been talking about this same thing for weeks? He's not into me like that."

"Denial." She sings.

You grunt in anger.

"Anyway, do you know the answer to the other thing or not?" You ask, referring to the original inquiry you'd called her for.

"I don't know how much water your plant needs, Google it."

"Okay, but the leaves are turning a little yellow."

"Then give it more sunlight. It's a plant."

You sigh, touching the leaves of the palm affectionately.

"I guess I'll try to move it onto the balcony." You think out loud.

"See? You can solve your own problems."

"Amy, I don't know why I call you, you're literally zero help."

"And yet, you fix your problems while talking to me. Ungrateful."

You laugh.

"Thank you, love you, bye."

She repeats the words back to you before hanging up.

Which is how you find yourself struggling to shimmy a very heavy potted plant onto your balcony.

Honestly, how the hell was Dani able to lift this thing so easily? You slip a couple of times on the tiled floors as you try to gain leverage to move it.

You collapse into a little heap beside the plant, giving up, and after a moment, your phone rings.

You groan, sitting up, crawling across to the couch to grab it, dress swishing all around you, barely glancing at the contact before you swipe to answer.

"Hello?" You answer.

"It's kind of cute watching you struggle."

You stiffen, looking out of your window, finding B- William, standing in his kitchen looking at you. You relax when you realise it's only him.

When he sees you looking, he waves.

"That's a little sadistic, don't you think?" You respond, leaning against the couch, blowing at your hands which have become red and irritated from trying to move the heavy plant.

"I never said I wasn't a sadist, but, I think if you try any more you're going to hurt yourself- so I'm coming over."

"N- wait-" but you watch him end the call, turning away to head to his front door.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You stand, running some cool water over the palms of your hands to soothe them.

You sigh when there's a gentle knock on your door.

"Who is it?" You call lightly.

"It's me." He answers through the door.

You unlatch the deadbolt and open the door with a smile, widening the door to let him in.

"Hey Mister Russo, what an unexpected surprise." Your voice is full of sarcasm.

He chuckles, sliding past the door.

"How are your hands?" He asks when you bump the door closed, and you raise your hands to show him the state of them.

They hurt a little, and they feel raw, but it's like the pain just vanishes when he takes your hands in his, bringing them up to his face to look at.

You feel your body throb in appreciation, the touch of his hands on yours is so electric that your core sparks to life with just the hint of a delicate touch from him.

You watch him take a deep breath.

"You should run them over some cool water." He says, nodding his head in the direction if your kitchen, and you nod, turning, and walking to the sink.

He follows, turning the tap on for you on a slow trickle, and when you look up at him, you find his eyes already on you.

"Better?" He asks.

A strand of your hair falls into your eyes when you nod your head.

He takes his time, carefully pushing it back, you body pulsing with heavy need.

Fuck. You wanted him.

What would be the harm in a single kiss? How badly could it fuck with your life?

"A little." You answer, looking down at your hands again.

"Maybe a balm? Something soothing?" He offers gently, his voice is so soft, you can't help leaning into him.

"I have aloe vera, in my bedroom. It's for sunburn, but-"

He nods.

"It should work."

You pull your hands from the water, and he turns the tap off, you watch him reach for a napkin, placing it gently into your hands to collect the droplets of water.

"Show me where?" He asks.

"M-my room's a little bit messy." You protest, and you watch him smile easily.

"Think I've never seen a messy room?" He tilts his head, studying you with his dark eyes.

You gulp, aching wet at this point, nodding along for him to follow you.

To your bedroom.

Aloe vera. Aloe vera. Aloe. Vera.

God your clit was pulsing.

Fuck, the sound of his slow breaths behind you sends tingles down your back.

At your door, you turn to look back at him. Understanding what you need, he leans in to open the door for you.

It's the first time you're so close to him, and you catch hints of his cologne, oak maybe, hints of black pepper, something sweet like jasmine.

It's such a unique scent, that you ache for more of it, you want to explore every note of the way he smells, desperate to find out through thorough exploration whether he tastes as good.

The aloe vera sun balm is in your top drawer, and when you realise what else is inside, you gulp, cheeks burning.

Your toy is wrapped in a cloth for protection, but when you reach for the drawer, his voice stops you.

"Let me." He says, and you look up at him in alarm.

Before you can tell him not to look, he brings his other hand up to his eyes, covers them, turns away, and you watch a little playful smile pull on his mouth.

He's magnificent, you think, in his sheer understanding of you, in his clear respect for your boundaries, in the boyish, almost shy way he smiles.

You wonder if anyone has ever seen him smile like that.

You grab the little bottle of aloe vera, telling him to close the drawer.

Only when the drawer is closed, does he open his eyes.

He raises a hand for the little bottle, and you look at those amazingly large hands.

God, who had allowed them to be so big? Long slender fingers, ending in well kept nails.

You once again think about taking his hand, but even worse thoughts fill your head now, his hand pressed to your breast, or cupping you-

You swallow, dropping the balm into his hand.

You sit yourself on the edge of your bed, and look up at him, expecting him to do the same.

He takes a sharp breath, and sits in the space beside you.

You watch him, uncap the bottle and pour a coin sized amount into the palm of his hand.

There's no reason why you couldn't do this yourself, but you take advantage of his desire to always want to help you.

You extend one hand to him, and your stomach tightens when his both hands cover one of yours.

You're so wet, you can feel it creating a little spot on the fabric of your underwear. It's embarrasing, that all he's really done is touch your hands, and your body is ready to take him.

"Does that feel better?" He asks, voice like silk over your skin.

You want to climb into his lap, you want to grip his shirt so tightly it hurts, you want to meld your mouth to his so that he never forgets it.

"Yes, much. Thank you." Is what you say instead.

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His desire rages like a storm in his head. Turbulent winds and the crack of lightning, made worse by the predator, hammering away at his resolve.

He can blame the panther all he wants, but this time, he knows it's him just as much as it is the beast inside of him.

He can smell your arousal, your cunt calling out to him, a plea to be touched, to be sated, to be full, and Billy wants to give more than anything else.

He thinks about how easy it would be, to press you back, lay you out on your bed, spread your thighs.

He wants to press his nose to your clothed cunt, take deep breaths of that saccharine strawberry scent right from the source. He wants to tug your panties off, listen to the way you'd mewl as he buried his tongue between your thighs.

He thinks about it vividly as he rubs the aloe vera into the palms of your hands, he thinks about what your pussy would look like, the way you would taste. He'd never be able to satisfy the craving he had for you. One time could not possibly be enough.

The ways he would take you, bounce you on his cock, rut into you from behind, kiss the soft curves of your cheek as he slowly aquaints you with every inch of his aching cock-

"I think that should be good enough." You say, breaking into his terrible thoughts.

He nods, pulling his hands away, clenching them into fists in his lap, hoping to hide his erection.

"Show me where you want that plant moved?" He offers, with a tilt of his head.

You look up at him with such open eyes, nodding as you stand, guiding him out of your room.

The predator, eager to follow.

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"Stay. Still." He whispers in your ear.

You moan into the cool air of the night.

You hear him chuckle, the fabric of your nightdress being pulled up to expose your thighs.

He hums when he realises you've forgone underwear, the backs of his fingers tracing over your thigh, cupping your bare cunt.

"Wonder how hard you'll scream when you come on my tongue?" He taunts.

"Please." You whisper, when one of his fingers press down on your aching bud.

"Shhh," He soothes, "Don't beg. You'll make it harder for me to resist you."

Your toes curl, you arch your hips to grind your aching center against his hand.

"Please, please please, I need you." You beg.

He swears, draws out the word, doesn't say anything else before lowering his body.

He pushes your legs apart, shoulders his way between, doesn't stop until his tongue is pressed securely to your clit.

He moans.

You roll your hips, desperate for the feeling of his tongue on you, little gasps and pitiful sounds leaving your throat.

You writhe, body tangled in the sheets, gasping.

His tongue makes slow, purposeful movements, his hands trace your skin, lighting up each nerve with sizzling bliss.

"No more teasing," You cry, "Please, I can't."

A sound of pity leaves his throat, hastens his tongue in apology. He doesn't want to torment you, he wants to please you.

"Yes. Yes. Billy-" You sigh, tossing your head from left to right.

Your body calls out to his, a shuddering breath, a broken sigh.

You're still shaking when you're pulled to consciousness, eyes are barely focused as a sliver of moonlight shines through the little gap in your curtains.

The orgasm is hollow, an echo of the real thing, you can barely wrap your head around the possibility that you just came in your sleep, thighs pressed together to garner some type of friction.

After a minute, movement catches your eye, you raise your head sleepily to investigate.

It's coming from his window, a dark silhouette framed by golden light.

You sit up, moving closer to the window, kneeling so that he doesn't see you peeking through the gap.

Your lips part in surprise.

He's leaning against his windowsill, and from the cut of his figure, he looks naked.

The back of his head is leaned against the window, his right arm moving up and down, revealing to you exactly what he's doing.

You can't see his cock, you can't see the expression on his face, but you can almost imagine it, and it's enough for you to snake your hand under your nightdress.

You whine, pressing your hot cheek to the cool window, pumping two of your fingers into your slippery cunt at the same pace as his hand.

The nails of your other hand grip your thigh, pretending its his, pretending you're with him, grinding yourself onto his cock.

"So good," You gasp, looking up at his silhouette, "cum for me." You beg him softly.

It's like he hears you, his body stiffening, shoulders shaking with the effort to breathe as his hand slows suddenly, indicating his state of release to you.

You sigh, forehead pressed to the chilled glass as you bring yourself to orgasm, thinking about him, breath misting on the surface of the window pane.

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[peacefulwriter88]

Ripples - Part 9

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Warnings – Fluff, language, being conflicted between Steve and Bucky

A/N: It’s been a while. I’m sorry. I lost a lot of inspiration for a while and got caught up in Ben Barnes as Billy Russo. Infinity War trailer re-inspired me. It actually kind of fucked me up. So here’s this. And probably another part soon. And also a new story featuring these two truly.

Need a refresher? Read part 8

Bucky POV

He walked over to you, watching the way you tensed as you neared him. He understood. If anyone watched you now, they would think that with all the excitement happening to you, you were immune to it. Immune to the fact that you were going to get more than a slap on your hand for all the drama you had caused. Could even possibly have jail time or worse. You didn’t let it get to you though.

This morning he did what he always did. Went to the window and waited for you, making sure that you got in okay. It was an odd habit, and Sam once had teased him that it was borderline creepy, but he just wanted to make sure that you were safe. That was important for him. He had watched you step out of your car, your white blouse a stark contrast to the black button pants you wore that you had opted to wear with suspenders. Red lipstick adorned your face and with the black heels you worse, the whole ensemble felt like a modern version of a 40s pin up girl and it stirred something primitive in him.

Even from where he stood at his window, his hands scrunched up in his jean pockets, he couldn’t help the way you made him feel. Aroused. Proud. Happy. At peace. He wanted to push you against a wall all the while whispering how much he loved you – how he wanted to spend the rest of his life fighting beside you as he drove his cock in you. Wanted to bruise your neck with his kiss, mark you for the world to know that you belonged to him. Wanted you to rack your nails down his back while you whimpered out his name, biting at his shoulders begging him to make you cum. Wanted you to run your hands through his long hair, tussling it so bad that when you both re-emerged everyone would know that he belonged to you, that he was yours.  

He was so in love with you and that realization and acceptance scared the shit out of him.

As he stood beside you now, your body tense as your brain went through all the outcomes of this international realization, how you blew your cover and now had a room of highly trained and powerful people aware that you were around to spy on them, he knew you were just as afraid. Not of the people in the tower – the people who held no power but somehow had some control over you. It was so bad, he was sure that Steve and him were an afterthought. It was the little things you did when you were anxious or nervous – you kept tapping your thumb nail against your cup, the ceramic container tinging against the light sounds of chatter coming from inside. Could hear the way your heart steadily beat, your breathing a rhythmic hitched sound as you shifted from one foot or another.

As a highly trained soldier, he knew this response. You felt caged, unable to find an exit. It was the worse feeling. It was how his mind had kept him since he had stopped being The Winter Soldier. Even though the Wakandians had cured his mind from betraying him, they couldn’t take away the nightmares. He hated that the most of himself.

“I don’t care about your secrets Y/N. I want to make sure you’re ok.” He places his metal arm hesitantly on your right shoulder and you look down at it before looking back up into his eyes. Your heartbeat instantly calms, your breath evens out and you shift to move closer to him, placing your head on the cool metal of his arm. He shifts, moving so he can wrap his arm gently around your waist as your head props on his left pec and you give a content sigh, closing your eyes.

Perhaps, in some odd, twisted way he helped calm you too.

“How are you healing up?” you ask and he shrugs, looking out to the forest scenery.

“Think I’ll survive another day doll. Steve does wallop a mean punch tho – kind of proud of him. Too bad he’s trying to steal my best girl from me.” He winks down at you and you laugh, wrapping your arm around his torso.

You give a content hum as he places a soft kiss on your forehead, letting the silence envelope you. If someone measured how much time the two of you spent not speaking, they’d wonder how the two of you became a pair to begin with. Wouldn’t know that when you’re a fighter, you’re constantly by yourself, in your thoughts. Thinking of exit strategies. Except when he was with you. When he was with you, he was home. Knew you were at home.

The price of peace was high except until you showed him that it was worth fighting for.

“Terry is going to kill me.” You finally say, breaking him from his thoughts as you free hand wraps around his torso, grabbing your mug of coffee to take a sip. He takes your cue, holding you captive in the caged hug and you rest your chin on his chest once you’re done finishing the cup.

“Terry….?”

“The silver haired fox who walked in with our secretary of defense who looks like a harmless old man but has the instincts of a lion. He was the one leading the MI-6 team, the CIA – FBI. Oh, and all the other heads who I can’t name but you know, basically the world’s top governments agencies. He’s my boss and he’s going to fucking kill me.”

He chuckles, watching the way your head curls back into his chest and he rests his chin on top of it, rubbing your back.

“I highly doubt that princess.” He whispers in low Romanian and you nip at him, your teeth grazing against his teal Henley. You hated it when he called you princess.

“I mean it Y/N,” he says more seriously. “You are damn good at your job. I mean, I don’t know exactly what your skill sets are outside of your amazing flexibility in bed…” another nick and he laughs, drawing you closer to him.

“I kid, I kid. Well sorta. Basically none of us expected you to be a sleeper agent and we are all designed to sniff this stuff out. Not even Wanda who can read minds. Don’t know how you managed that one.”

“God, I’m really going to have to up your movie game. Again!” You haven’t moved from his chest but he can feel the way you smile against him and gives a casual shrug. You always said that and it always led to hours being alone with you watching movies he could care less for. But it made you happy so he complied.

“My point is, you managed to do whatever it is you were doing here successfully. Except I’m guessing getting involved with Steve and I was not part of your end plan.”

You groan into his chest, before resting your chin back on him. He can tell by the way your eyes are looking at him your debating telling him the whole truth.

“Aww fuck it. I’ll tell you – probably will find out anyways. Obviously you weren’t part of the mission – you know the standard wine and dine. In fact I was told explicitly to make no connections with anyone. I tried really hard too but goddamn Bucky – you and Steve made it impossible. And Tony and Natasha. And Clint. And Wanda. Even Vision, Brue and Thor. And Sam…..

“Anyways, when I realized I was falling in deep, I let Terry know but he wouldn’t have it. Encouraged it actually. Said it was great to build trust. That was part of the gimmick. Ignored me when I suspected you had feelings for me. Oh yea Buck, I figured that out real quick. You were sooooo obvious.”

He can feel his face flush over in a coat of pink, the heat taking over his body and you place a soft kiss on his chest.

“It was endearing. It was cute. I liked it. I liked it because even though Emo Buck is around literally 99% of the time, you started smiling when you were around me. Started telling jokes. I remember the first time you laughed, it was like music to my ears. It eased me. I was worried about you. I liked that you started sharing more of yourself with me – your secrets. Your insecurities. All I wanted to do was tell you them back.”

“You told Steve.”

He doesn’t mean for it to slip but it does. It does because it hurts him. Always bit at his soul. You told Steve everything. Your eyebrows furrow together.

“Fucking Steve can’t keep a secret for shit!” he can’t help but laugh at that. That had always been true – Steve was way too open to hold other people’s secrets. He didn’t even mean it, just the way he was built.

“I told Steve because it’s easy to tell him those things. I trusted him too. But I knew if I told you…it’d be different. Because it wouldn’t be the scratched surface of who I am, what I was willing to share to build trust. It’d be the whole thing, including my current mission. And I couldn’t share my mission. And I couldn’t lie to you. So I didn’t say a word.”

That made sense. Made sense because he was fountain of information, typically about him, when he was around you.

“The point is, I told Terry as much and he brushed it aside as a kids crush. Told me ride with it. And then, at one point, I figured fuck it. I was just going to tell you how I felt. And then maybe I could balance this secret agent playing as an innocent secretary thing. Got too damn greedy. Probably why the whole Steve and I getting drunk thing happened. I was really nervous about telling you how I felt so I thought a drop of that damn devils blood of an ale would loosen me up. Not lead to me getting married.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. He knew you liked him. He knew it – could feel it. But he didn’t play with chance. Unless he voiced it, he wasn’t going to say a damn thing.

“So you were going to sleep with me that night?” he jokes and you groan, hiding your face in his chest.

“Get off it Buck.”

“Just tell me…” he pokes your side and you giggle, looking back up at him.

“No! Get off of it Winter Soldier.”

He lets up, placing a kiss on your forehead before murmuring,

“I already know...”

“I know you know.”

Silence. Then your saying quickly,

“Fine! I liked you. I was willing to sacrifice all of this, this secret agent business, so I could give this a chance. Figured I could monitor the Avengers and finally tell the man that I love how I was feeling about him. Figured that monitoring the progress of the group, gauging threat levels for our planet, measuring each person’s ability to protect us would go hand in hand with being able to love you back. Even if you were an ass about it. You know, using the jealousy card on all women doesn’t work.”

His eyes flit away from you, back to the scenery at hand.

“I’m sorry about that. That was rude and childish of me.”

“It was. But you know, I didn’t make it any better. I ended up falling for your best friend and marrying him.”

Oh.

You sigh as you push away from him a bit but he won’t let go. Not when he finally has you all to himself.

“I love you Bucky. I really do. And I didn’t feel that way about Steve when I married him either…I mean maybe like a physical attraction sure because Steve is just as much a looker as you. But it wasn’t until after….or maybe before…I don’t know. Something changed. Something changed and now I’m stuck loving two super soldiers. I’m telling you this because you deserve to hear it okay. You deserve to know. If we are really going to figure this out we gotta start being honest. This is my olive branch.”

You watch him, biting your lip anxiously and he swipes hair out of your face. Caresses your cheek. He couldn’t admit it hurt him to hear the words, knowing that you were just as much in love with Steve, his best friend – his brother – than with him. Could understand it. You may have once been broken like him, but you healed yourself like Steve. It made sense your compatibility with them both.

However, knowing something to be true didn’t take away from it hurting less.

“I know that,” he whispers. “Still sucks.”

You nod, your eyes welling with tears and he shakes his head, a gentle smile tugging onto his lips. It hurt but he still loved you. Appreciated you. Cared for you. Knew you felt the same. That was enough for now.

“I can’t convince you to stop loving Steve.” he places he places his hands on your face, cupping your soft flesh as he looks down at you. “I can tell you that I love you. That I hid behind the line of women because I didn’t think I could measure up to you. That I know what it’s like to have a tarnished past and to feel unable to move forward from it. Know that I am willing to wait for you, for 100 years or more if that is what it takes, because you deserve to choose what makes you happy.”

You didn’t cry. He knew that about you - knew that you had learned to check your emotions a long time ago. From the job and life, you led he was sure but now, standing in front of him you were a pool of tears. He was always the reason that made you cry and he hated himself for it.

“Bucky, I don’t deserve you. I’m literally putting you in the middle of a love triangle. You deserve someone better.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he presses his forehead to yours.

“If the only lump in our relationship is having to deal with Steve, at least it’s a guy I respect.”

You laugh and nod, tears spilling out your eyes and he places a soft kiss on your eyelids.

“You’re strong and going to get past this.” he mumbles against your skin, referring back to the bigger issues that was pressing and you shake your head pulling away,

“I feel like I’m going to get shipped to Serbia. There’s a lot of mini Hydra bases they’d just love me to infiltrate and destroy.”

You give a small chuckle, trying to dispel the tension in the situation but he knows better.

“Even though Tony hates you right now, he also genuinely loves you and is invested in you. And you’re pretty badass and would be a great addition to the team. You took down two talented super soldiers. Pretty damn good resume builder if you ask me” you laugh as again as he pulls you into a hug.

“We are going to make sure to protect you. You’re going to be all right. And if not, I’ll go wherever they ship you off too.”

You shake your head, wrapping yourself around him and he gives a content sigh as you murmur,

“I hope you're right Mr. Barnes.”

He gives one last smile, bending down to push a kiss on your lips.

“You have to give yourself more credit doll. Steve, wouldn’t you agree she’s too hard on herself?” he turns to find Steve pressed against the door and you flush over, instinctively putting a bit of space between Bucky and yourself. You know it doesn’t matter but you feel obligated to diffuse where you can, even if it goes without care.

Bucky chuckles, infiltrating your space one last time to give you a slow and steady kiss before walking to the balcony doors, past Steve.

“She’s all yours,” he mumbles, moving past him and walking back into the house. Back to curious eyes who tried to hard to hide the fact that they had probably watched everything go down.

“That was a very kind thing you did for her.” Wanda says as he moves past the living room, the only person who hadn’t moved their attention from the television as Clint raises an eyebrow, looking up from his deck of cards he was playing with.

The sound of masculine shouts erupted from the space occasionally which he could only assume was their guests putting everyone on edge.  

“I haven’t done anything yet?” Clint says and Natasha rolls her eyes as Vision quietly answers,

“She wasn’t talking about you Clint.”

“Thought you all were going to be a part of that mess upstairs.” Bucky says, stepping into the open kitchen and digging through the cabinets and Bruce takes off his glasses, cleaning them expertly. A nervous habit he picked up when he was concerned.

“They thought that would lend to too many voices,” he places his glasses on the bridge of his noise as he continues, “seems like your girlfriend has created a bigger mess than we could have anticipated.”

He doesn’t mean to slam the cabinet doors but he does and everyone turns to him.

“She’s Steve’s wife.”

Despite what he had told you, he still had to make peace with that fact. And he honestly didn’t want everyone else to ask him about it. Everyone in this place, like Steve, didn’t know how to keep a secret.

Maybe Natasha. Possibly Wanda. He would even venture Sam to a degree. But for him, that was it. Steve once – he was good at keeping the big things when asked but since he married you, he bled everything that was shared to you.

He had to pay for privacy.

“The way you were shmoozing her on the balcony would say otherwise. Got Steve really pissed off. It’s the moodiest I’ve ever seen him…” Sam drawls off as Bucky’s eyes burn into him and he raises his arms.

“What? They were watching too. It is GLASS doors that’s separating that space from this one.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter.

“Not like it’s any of your business but I’m out of this fight. The rest is up to her.”

Muted silence. Finally,

“.... that should bode well.” Sam mutters underneath his breath, gaining another jab from Thor.

“What? Its true.” he winces, rubbing the tender spot and Thor shakes his head.

“The metal man is right - its none of our business.”

Bucky chuckles, crossing his arms across his chest despite his sour mood. How could one man with so much good intentions deliver such subtle insults.

“For the last time Thor I’m not a metal man. I just have a metal arm.”

“Same thing.” The large Asgardian shrugs.

Steve’s POV

Steve walked into the shared space of the avenger’s tower, desperately trying to ignore the swarm of agents that were moving in and out. Needing to find you.

He had woken up in sweats, barely sleeping on and off. When he had come into the infirmary three days back, Natasha was sitting next to him, a book in her hand as her feet propped on the foot of his bed. She had glanced up and smirked, shaking her head as she returned her eyes back to her book.

“How you doing sleeping beauty?”

His response is a groan, trying to sit up in bed.

“Wouldn’t do that. You and Barnes beat the shit out of each other.”

He groaned, trying to lift his head when a stabbing pain entered his skull. What the hell did Bucky do to him.

“Oh, that little gift was probably left over from your wife. She had a lot of feelings about you and Barnes beating the shit out of her apartment complex.”

Steve closed his eyes, remembering the way he had felt when you had opened the door. Your lips plump, hair askew it was how he liked you best. When you first woke up and didn’t try hard to make yourself even more beautiful than you were. Then things had clicked in place. You weren’t wearing his over large t-shirt. Your neck was bruised, but not from his love bites. He could smell him just as it clicked in his head.

Bucky.

He was so angry. So angry at you. At Bucky. You knew it. And yet he couldn’t be because he knew how much you both loved each other. Knew how torn you were. Tried to reason with that. But Bucky had also known how much he had loved you too. Rather he liked it or not, he was supposed to step down. That kind of disappointing anger had fueled him up, leaving him in a rage.

“Is she okay? We didn’t hurt her or anything?”

Natasha snorts, shaking her head.

“No, she pretty much got the drop on the both of you. Forgot how good and resourceful she is,” she stands up stretching and Steve sighs, closing his eyes.

“What should I do Natasha?”

Natasha considered him for a moment, watching him carefully before saying.

“I know she loves you Steve. She has told me as much. She really likes the idea of starting a life with you. But…. there’s just something about her and Bucky. I know you see this too. Know you can feel it when they are together. They fit, like this perfect little unit. She knows him – he knows her…. I don’t know Steve. I think you could show her a whole lot about happiness and love but I think Bucky can love her and understand her despite her flaws in ways you never can. Not because you’re not right for her but because they’re just one in the same. But hell, what do I know.” She walks over to him and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Eventually, you all are going to have to sit down and sort this out. And whatever she decides, whether it’s you, Bucky or no one, you both need to respect that. I’m not saying she’s an innocent angel in all of this but I do know she’s really tried to disengage with both of you. She’d rather be miserable alone than ruin a good friendship.”

Steve knew this. You were selfless in all the ways you were being selfish. He was being selfish. Bucky was being selfish. Natasha was right. The three of you had to sit down and talk this out. No more whispering behind walls and using sex to manipulate you.

He had a plan.

And then he had woken up and found a note on the side of his table.

Steve,

I’m not worth any of this. I’ll be reassigned today and you won’t have to deal with me or Bucky or any of this anymore. You deserve happiness. You deserve someone who can love you and be true to you like you deserve. And that someone is not me.

I love you. I really do. But I just can’t hurt you anymore

Love,

Y/N

Your wedding ring had been on top of the letter and he had jumped into action. You couldn’t leave. Couldn’t say goodbye and decide without him having input in it. So he dressed and started his trek to find you but you were like a ghost. You knew how to be seen only when you needed to be found.

When he turns the corner of the living room, he feels the shift. See’s the way everyone watches him cautiously, their eyes flicking from the balcony back to him. You were here. And you probably weren’t alone.

“Where are they?” he sighs, trying to check his anger. Probably doing a crappy job of it.

Silence.

“They’re on the balcony, right?”

More silence.

He starts toward the door but Bruce is getting up, nervously flicking his eyes from Steve to outside.

“Maybe you shouldn’t do this now. Haven’t you caused enough damage.”

Steve sighs, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder.

“Not here to fight Banner. I just need to talk to them. Desperately.”

Bruce looks over to Natasha who gives a slight nod and sighs,

“If you say so.”

“I know so.” He says confidently, walking to the door and whipping it open. Trying not to let the pain that’s crusting his heart encase him. He had seen you give hugs to most men in the tower. His colleagues were all attractive people, men and woman alike and he was more than happy to see when you broke down your walls to share a little bit of affection.

But when he saw you with Bucky – something else tore through him. A rage of jealousy and pain. Probably because like Natasha said, you both just fit together. Even standing there, your face tear stained as Bucky held you, lips pressed to your forehead, his left arm softly placed on your hip as his right arm drew you in, there was something beautiful about the two of you together. You were a handsome couple together. Moved almost symbiotically. If you fidgeted, Bucky was sure to respond the same seconds later and vice versa. When you had fought them days ago, he had stopped to watch you move with Bucky because it was like a perfectly choreographed dance. You could anticipate each other. When you guys walked down the halls together, your bodies barely touching, Bucky’s face relaxed and happy, a permanent smile on your lips, it made him want that. It was like a couple in the movies that you wanted to emulate in real life. Wanted to steal from in order to obtain that bit of happiness.

You were both made for each other and he had barreled into that, breaking what had lived. And now, because of that simple mistake, he was on the verge of losing both of you.

“Mind if we talk?” Steve asks once Bucky’s moved past him and you nod, turning your back to him.

He stands there, watching you. The way the wind whips against your body, the relaxed way your shoulders sit as you play with the coffee mug in your hand. You smelled like Bucky and yet there was still the faint smell of you – a faint mixture of flora, vanilla and musk wrapped in one. In so many ways you were beautiful, strong and confident. So much different from Sharon, from Wanda or even Natasha.

And he loved you just as much as Bucky did.

“Steve, you don’t have to stand there. You could join me over here.” Your voice cuts through his thoughts as you look back at him, a genial smile on your face as your eyes rake at him and he knows what he has to do. He should make this decision for you. You deserved to be happy. He knew your history. Knew of the people who abused you as a child. Forced you to become something you didn’t want to become. How your parents had chosen money over your livelihood. Why you had hardened your heart and become a killer. What it felt like to realize that killing wasn’t going to solve the problems in the world and why you choose to leave that life.

He knew it because you would tell him when life was too down on him and he felt like he could speak to no one else about it. Not even Bucky, Sam or even Sharon. He couldn’t let his friends carry the weight of his problems. Except when he spoke to you it didn’t feel like a weight, but a cloud taking the stress away. When you told him that you knew exactly what it felt like to wake up and realize you had become something else by man’s hand, how people tried to manipulate your humanity – that was when he fell in love. It had challenged something in him that no matter how many things he tried to fill in his heart, he would always be alone.

When he was with you he didn’t feel alone. He felt whole. Felt complete. Felt like he could continue his mission to help others who may not have the capacity to help themselves.

You gave him that. He wanted you all for himself because that was the gift you gave him. If losing you would mean that he had to lose that feeling then he was willing to sacrifice it. You deserved happiness. Bucky deserved happiness, even if he still wanted to punch him in his face.

You both were made for each other. He’s confident in that.

Except, when he nears you, that feeling of confidence dissipates. He stands near you and you automatically move closer to him, your arms brushing as you stand in silence. He had watched you and Bucky sit for hours in silence, typically Bucky’s head in your lap as you work steadily on your laptop on the couch, not saying a word and yet somehow knowing exactly what was going on each other’s head. It fascinated him, mainly because when he was with you in silence he was uneasy. Unsure. Felt like the scrawny 17-year-old kid in Brooklyn who couldn’t fight for himself but always had to because it was the right thing to do. So, he filled the silence up with stories or talking through missions or his insecurities and you would listen, that same soft smile on your face as you operated around him.

But it wasn’t like you and Bucky.

“When you get lost in your head Steve,” You nudge his shoulder, your warmth wrapping up in his own and he can’t help the ease that comes with it, “You tend to get yourself in trouble. What’s going on in there?”

Your voice is gentle, has a playful tone but he can sense the worry behind it.

“I don’t think we should be married anymore.”

You tense up but your head doesn’t shift. You just watch him, your eyes bearing into his own.

“Is that what you want?”

“Isn’t it what you want?”

You sigh, heavy and long as you turn back to the trees.

“Steve, I don’t know what I want anymore. I love you, I really do. I love this feeling when I’m around you. I like the calm, like that you can be open and engaged and for once not carry the world on your shoulders when we hang out….” Your quirk your head to the side, debating your next words.

“But….Bucky….he’s……he’s just….I just feel….”

You’re at a loss of words and for once he knows how to fill it in,

“You feel like your whole when you’re with him.”

You turn back to him and nod. He tries to fight the tears threatening to pour out.

“I know. You always have been.”

“But Steve, I like being married to you. I know, I know it hasn’t seemed like it but I was happy when I woke up next you. Well…..I was confused and in pain,” he chuckles a bit at that. “But I was happy. I liked that you would get up earlier just so you could run with me in the morning, loved that you took the time to make me meals, loved that you learned how to use a scanner for me.” You laugh and shake your head and he can’t help but join in.

“I liked all of that because it made me feel a certain way. You make me feel a certain way. You give me hope, you remind me that you can be broke and still be okay. And that’s why I don’t know what to do Steve, because that was the feeling only Bucky had pulled out of me. I feel vulnerable, exposed. I feel like we woke up in Vegas and there’s this huge ripple effect that just keeps going and I want it to end for our sanity. We can’t keep doing this.”

The tears are coming back. He has never seen you so emotional about anything, trained to tame that emotion and his heart breaks. Because if he had just pushed you away that night three weeks ago, pushed you into the arms of Bucky, this would be a different story. You’d probably still be snuggled in bed with Bucky, both of you in happy bliss, finally saying everything what the world knew.

Three weeks ago, Bucky had finally caved in and admitted to him and Sam how he felt. Even after getting drunk on Asgardian ale, he denied his feelings. But something happened three weeks ago and he wanted the world to – the world being Sam and Steve.  Steve figured he couldn’t help it - had never seen Bucky so in love. He knew Bucky tried to wipe it away by sleeping with women, trying to paint your relationship black so you would hate him and go to Steve. Knew that he didn’t think he was good enough for you, that he would somehow tarnish you... But every time he tried that, he always ended back at square one.

Utterly in love with you.

Despite being wrapped up in your spell, despite the heavy feeling in his heart, Steve knows that he’ll find love again. It may not be as strong as it is with you, may not be as pure and natural. But it will come for him. He’s not sure if Bucky will ever find someone who will love him as much as you do. Not because he couldn’t. He could find someone yesterday.

Because he knew, like you both knew, that you were Bucky’s soulmate.

“Let’s go through with the divorce. Then you can….Bucky and you….”

Your eyes furrow together and you place your hand over his own and it’s like electricity is zapped through it.

Why does love hurt so much?

“You don’t want a divorce Steve.”

“I want my wife to be happy. I want to be able to talk to my best friend again. If this is the price then so be it.”

You watch him carefully for a minute, before you lean in and kiss him. And then he’s gone. Kissing you was like feeling at home again. Reminded him of laying out in the sun, or cuddling next to someone you love. Peaceful and right.

He can’t help but to deepen it, his hands getting caught in your hair as his tongue and teeth clash with yours and you moan, pulling away minutes later, resting your head on his forehead in shallow breaths.

“You’re so dangerous to love Steve. Dangerous because you’re also so right for me in all the wrong ways.”

You push off of the railing, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Let me think about a divorce okay. Give me a week.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him with the more questions then he came with.

[vveissesfleisch]

Ship (I don't know who or what you ship so you can pick your favorite one)

Ooooh yay, I got one!! Okay, since it’s been destroying my ENTIRE LIFE recently, I’m gonna do this for my angst-ridden, hunter/killer alpha boyfriends Frank Castle & Billy Russo (UWU).

who throws things in a fight ? Definitely Frank, although if he doesn’t temper his rage quickly enough, Billy starts throwing shit, too. A lot of broken dishes in that house, tbh.


who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? Hmm, neither (womp womp @ Billy). Frank has been known to go on long drives/disappear for a day or two to clear his head, though.


who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? if both do, how do their goals differentiate ? This could go a lot of ways! For our purposes at this moment, I’m going to say neither, really (but if they ended up somehow accidentally adopting a child together they’d be the best and most badass dads ever, which is definitely NOT something I’ve thought about extensively. Oh sweet dark lord I have to sit down, the AU fluff vapors!).

who is more adverse to physical contact ? Frank is initially hella reserved in this regard, but once he figures out how gotdamn touch-starved Billy is, how he turns to putty in his hands at the slightest touch, he loosens up and leans into it.


who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? Frank visibly and obviously dislikes the neighbors; Billy is better at masking his hatred for them in public, but once he and Frank are alone, he roasts the shit out of them.

who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? Billy Boo doesn’t have a family to dislike, and I think he’d be down af to be a part of Frank’s family *wipes tear*.

who is most likely to leave when things get rough ? Ugh, neither! They’re in it to win it! 


who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? Both–Billy is super excited to see Frank’s sensitive, vulnerable side, and in turn, Frank is totally blindsided by his boo’s psychopathic tendencies. Yay!


who is more likely to cheat ? Billy, but it never means anything (because Frank is the best).


who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? Billy is the sluttier one for sure, but they both know exactly what the fuck they’re doing in the sack. And, yanno, in murder and torture. I guess what I’m saying is…they’re kinky as fuck.


who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? Frank thinks Billy hangs out with a lot of douche bags, but all of their for-real friends are mutual (lookin at you, Curtis). 


who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? Billy–Frank always puts up such a fight, but despite all the complaining and carrying on, he lets Billy drag him to all the fancy benefits and swanky soirées. Plus, he looks damn good in a suit, let’s be real.


who is most likely to be dishonest ? Billy, for sure.


who is more emotionally closed off and how does this affect their partner ? They’re both pretty fucking terrible with emotions, which leads to a lot of miscommunication and ensuing fighting, but they always end up working things out. Kind of.


who is the dessert person ? Def Billy–the man knows how to indulge himself.


who is more conservative ? Frank, and his old-school vibes are hella endearing.


who hates/dislikes oral sex ? Hard neither. They both love it and no one can tell me otherwise.

Oh my good, sweet, ancient forest gods that was a fun break from work, and now I’m like 650% more stoked to dive back into my fic about these jerks this weekend! Thanks for the ask! 😈

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

The way ben dresses kind of makes me think of william, he's literally wearing the colors of his environment and I'm pretty sure he could camouflage himself if he wanted to💀 if he could come out of the forest of course

I ALWAYS TELL MYSELF

That Ben dresses the way William would if he's introduced to the modern world.

Like.... knit sweaters and earth tones and the hair pushed back and he tries a leather jacket once and reader probably dies.

Will asks to meet you at a cafe and you just walk in to see this:

Everyone in the cafe knows this man's a god.

In the time he's there, a dog walks over to rest his head on William's thigh and he pats the dog's head affectionately while speaking.

Everyone awws

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Sooooooooooooo Chels;

Since recently I've become OBSESSED with your Forest God!Billy fic I decided to make these:

...Hope you like them🙂😙

(It's alright if you don't there's no pressure at all, I just wanted to share this with you)

Thank you so much for BLESSING us with all these amazing and fantastic content!

I literally cannot thank you enough!

There are simply no words for my deep sense of gratitude for you my dear!

*Literally sits up in bed with my mouth open in shock*

NO WHY DO YA'LL DO THIS TO ME AAAAAAAAA.

BABE. BABY. I FUCKING LOVE IT. IT'S AMAZING 😭😭😭😭😭❤❤❤

They- how- mmmmmmmmm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Stop it. I love you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

In honor of Forest God!Billy, may I present-

Him taking her out on a date and not being able to take his eyes off her

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He'd weave a crown of flowers, and shyly offer it to you and he would smile so big when you put it on, and maybe butterflies would swarm around you and he'd wished he could take a picture.

Or maybe he wouldn't be able to resist, and would find a nice spot to press is head between your thighs.

Either way, what bliss.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

I. Am. Sobbing.

No you don't understand, I'm not exaggerating, I'm literally sitting in bed, clutching my cat to my chest and ugly sobbing.

This has to be the most beautiful, exquisite writing you've honored us with to date. If I could tattoo it all over my body, I would.

"Delve into the depths of a lifelong yearning, escape into the woods and lie in the grass and stare up at the sky and not have a single thought in your head beyond your mere existence" This here feels like you snuck into my head and stole my deepest longing and put it into words so beautifully. Like I had to pause and read that several times, tearing up because, yes. Yes, yes yes.

The way reader relaxes and perceives the forest has a physical reaction in me, I shit you not, I can feel myself relaxing with her.

*deep inhale*

BILLY AND LEMON. BILLY AND LEMON!!!! MY WHOLE FUCKING HEART BELONGS TO THEM I WOULD DIE FOR THEM I AM NOT KIDDING WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT IMAGINE IN MY HEAD IT LEGIT MADE ME SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW. TOO MUCH. TOO SWEET. TOO SOFT. I CAN'T TAKE IT.

Of course, he's read Dorian Gray. Of fucking course.

"He smiles, and you wished you would turn to stone if only to stop yourself from experiencing such intense longing" !!!!!!!!! MA'AM. THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. KILLED ME BECAUSE IT'S SO RAW. SO REAL. SAME SAME SAME. I FELT THIS IN MY NERVE ENDINGS. GOOD GOD.

Her explaining her fear...*cue ugly sobbing* as someone who allows fear to govern most of her life, let me tell you, I was on the verge of flinging my phone away because of how overwhelmed I was. Am. How the actual fuck.

The scene before the oak tree...girl, that was the final nail in the coffin. "-completely unmemorable in every way, and yet, I could never forget this." "-and for the short moments that we stand here, it will always remember us"

I HAVE TRANSCENDED. FLOATING OUTSIDE MY BODY. THAT WAS VISCERAL, LANDED STRAIGHT INTO MY HEART. THEN SHE KISSES HIM OVER THE MASK????? I HAVE NEVER IMAGINED SOMETHING SO OPPOSING, BEING SO TENDER, SO GENTLE. IM SCREAMING AGAIN. TEARS ARE FLOWING MA'AM AND YOU DID THIS.

*composing myself*

Parting with this chapter is definitely a sweet sorrow. Will I be spending the rest of my day obsessing? Yes. You already know. Thank you, scary, intense, talented angel woman <333

Oh man, oh gosh, oh heck

BILLY AND LEMON, so I imagined that he'd been following her silently since she entered the woods, and he only decided to step in when Lemon ran up to her and almost woke her. Lemon, you little trickster, up to no good.

Of course he's read Dorian Gray, under all of that, he's still Billy Russo.

You know the line, "I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door." From Hozier? I try to capture that emotion when I write about the way the reader feels for Will, like, he may never love her, and she's kinda okay with that, content to experience him.

NOW THE OAK SCENE

So, here we have two contrasting views that meet right in the middle.

Will is a god, timeless, his perception has been altered because of the length of time he's been alive. Reader is mortal, and constantly confronted by her own mortality. Reader sees the beauty in the little things, and she has to show him how to love deeply, on her level. Their perception of time and reality differ, and for them to fall in love, they have to meet somewhere in the middle, and the oak scene was just my small attempt at bridging that gap. He's lonely and big, she's lonely and small (I hope that makes sense) they're still both two creatures aching for something more.