#max russo x reader

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Max Russo one shot dropping right now! I forgot I had written for him, but I never posted it. Here it is! Enjoy!

Typos? Probably..

Pairing: Max Russo x fem!reader

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“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Alex asked as I stepped inside of there apartment.

“Well, I’m here to see Max.” I said proudly, sitting myself onto the sofa. “Max? You- You’re here to see Max?” She asked in complete disbelief, and I nodded. “I live here, and even I don’t step into my own house to see him.” She laughs at her own joke, closing the door and walks behind the couch to straight to the kitchen.

“Well, him and I kinda had this whole day planned out.”

“Oh, really?” I heard Alex say.

“Yeah, we were planning-”

“No, sorry. I was looking at my phone just now, apparently tomatoes are both fruits and vegetables. Way to get the best of both worlds.” She laughed, before going to look in the fridge for something.

“Hey, (Y/N). How are you?” Theresa said coming down the stairs.

“Hey! Mrs. Russo? Have you seen Max, anywhere?”

“No, sweetheart. Have you tried calling him?”

“I did, but no reply. Is he up in his room?” I asked and she called out to him, and he didn’t say anything.

“Do you mind if I go check?” I asked and she shook her head ‘no’ and told me where his room was.

“Hey, before you go, you’re going to need this.” Alex said before wiping out her wand and made a gas mask appear out of thin air. “For your face. Cause who knows what’s died in there.”

She placed it in my hand and I shook my head and went upstairs. I knocked on Max’s room door. “Max? Max, are you in there?” Nothing was said, and I put my ear to the door and listened in.

I heard something coming from inside, but it was faint and I couldn’t quite pick up what it was. I took out my wand and slowly opened the door and wand first.

I looked around and realized that the sound I heard was just him sleeping with a pillow over his head.

I walked over to his bed, taking the pillow off him and gently tried to shake him awake. “Max? Max?”

He groaned and continued to sleep, and stood up trying to figure out how to get his up.

“I guess I’m just going to have to eat this sub sandwich all by myself…” I said and Max shot up from his bed, and I laughed.

“Why are you laughing? This is no laughing matter. Where’s the sandwich? You shouldn’t have to eat it all alone.” He asked looking around for it.

“I don’t have one, I was trying to wake you up.”

“You’re a monster, don’t temp a man with a delicious sandwich only for you to not have it.” He groaned and laid back down, and I was quick to grab his hand and sit him back up.

“Nope, you promised us a fun day out. And there’s a fair nearby and I plan on going, let’s go.”

“But I go such stuff to do today!”

“Like what?”

“Give me a minute! I’ll think of something..” He folded his arms and thought about it.

“I’m leaving and you better be dressed in ten minutes, Russo.” I pointed my wand in his direction and walked downstairs.

“Took you long enough, I thought you died up there.”

“And if I did would you have saved me?”

“I would, but I gave you my only gas mask.” Alex admitted and shook my head handing it back to her.

“He was up there though, he was just sleeping.” I told Theresa.

“How’d you get him up?” She asked and I replied with the word, ‘Food.’

“That’s the only thing me and him have in common, y’know?” Alex said.

“You both share the same parents, last name, house…?”

“Oh, yeah. That too.” She said and plopped down on the couch.

I shook my head, trying not to laugh as Max came down the stairs, all dressed. I smiled at him and asked if he was ready to go.

“I was, but I came down with this really bad cold.” He said and forcefully let out a cough. “All of a sudden, I might not be able to go.”

“Oh, let me take a look at you, honey.” Theresa stepped out from behind the counter, put her hand up to his forehead.

“No fever, and your heads kinda wet. Did you wet a towel and put it on your head?”

“Well, look at the time. It’s getting late, we better go to the fair. Bye, mom and Alex!” He exclaimed grabbing my hand and dashed out the house.

As we walked to the fair, I felt the sudden urge to ask him a question. “Hey, do you really not want to go to the fair with me?”

He stopped in his tracks looking around as if something had the answer written up for him. “I do, believe me. When I asked, I wasn’t ready for you to say, ‘yes.’” He said and started to walk again and I followed suit.

“Why not?”

“After all the tricks, I’ve pulled on people at school, most people try to avoid me.”

“I hate to break it to you Max, but I’m not most people. I’m my own person, and just because you pulled a few pranks on people, it’s not going to change my opinion about you.”

“What’s your opinion?”

“I find you fun to be around, I don’t mind your pranks as long as they’re harmless. And I find you handsome.”

“Handsome? You find me.. handsome?” He said and I nodded as he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “Well, I find you handsome too. Wait! That’s not the right word. I meant pretty!” He exclaimed, trying to dig himself out of the hole he put himself in.

“It’s okay! I get what you’re trying to say, Max. And thank you, that’s very next of you.” I took his hand in my own and noticed the fair not far ahead.

“Ready for some fun?”

“Always.” He smiled and kissed my cheek, and led me into the fair.

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Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Alex:

Justin:

Max: Who won gold?

[brownieblob]

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things

Max Russo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Strange News

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"Everything is not what it seems"

The usual Saturday chaos buzzed through the Russo household. Syrupy pancakes, scattered newspapers, and the occasional magical mishap. Justin was awake hours before anyone else, buried in the daily newspaper- it was the responsible thing to do as the student body president and all that whatnot. Max was surprisingly up for once, only at the sound of pancakes though. That explained how he was stuffing his face without a care in the world, sitting cross legged on the couch as he guzzled down extra syrup. Alex was late as usual, her morning bedhead explanatory of the horrid sleep she'd experienced.

"Morning" Alex mumbled, snatching a pancake off Max's plate as she shuffled into the kitchen.

"Ugh, c'mon. Get your own." Max protested between chewing, sighing as Alex walked off.

"Should've eaten it faster." Alex shot back with a smirk, biting into the soft pancake with glee.

Everything was normal- until it wasn't.

With a loud whoosh Professor Crumbs appeared in the living room, his grand robes defining his authority and honor as they pooled on the wooden floorboard. He had a cup of tea in his hands as if he'd been mid-sip when he decided to teleport.

"Who wants more pancakes?" Said an awfully excited Theresa as she entered the living room. Seeing the professor and the possibility of magic being involved, her expression quickly soured. "You know what? I'm out." She said before placing the pancakes on the coffee table and waltzing out- if she wasn't part of it then it wouldn't affect her, at least that's what she hoped for.

"Professor Crumbs?" Jerry stood from the table, eyeing the man interrogatively as if to be sure this was the real deal. "To what do we owe the honor?"

Crumbs waved a dismissive hand, basking in the respect Jerry showed him. "Oh, just a minor magical emergency. Nothing too grave...yet."

Justin stood up, brushing the nonexistent dust off his sleeves. "Everyone else, sit down. I know what this is. The professor is here to take me on an escapade-"

"No Justin, I am not taking you on an escapade." Crumbs cut him off, an irritated cough following suit though his tone remained polite. "There has been an unexplainable incident...a mortal girl has been given a nymph's powers."

The room fell eerily silent, tension building within all those who were present. Other than for Max and Alex, both of whom were silent because of confusion.

"A mortal? How is that possible?" Jerry broke the silence, digging deeper into the matter.

"We aren't fully sure," The professor admitted, setting his empty teacup onto the coffee table. "The late nymph's soul- her essence - somehow bonded with the mortal, gifting the girl with magical powers. The girl is completely unaware of what power she now carries, since they haven't fully manifested within her. If left unchecked her powers could go berserk, posing a threat to her own life and even the secrecy of the Wizard World."

Alex leaned against the counter, cocking her brow. "So you want us to track her down? Sounds like more of a Justin kinda thing.." She muttered, looking at her older brother who was already taking notes on his planner.

This gained an exasperated sigh from Justin as he glared at his sister. "Alex, this is not a thing. It's a mission we've been trusted with."

"Well, not only you- all the wizards in New York. You see, this girl has recently moved here alongside her family, that's the only lead we have on her. I wouldn't have bothered you all, considering the amount of troublemakers within this family, but the girl has proven to be elusive. The wizards tasked with finding her have returned empty handed." Crumbs' words definitely bursted Justin's bubble on being the 'hero', but seemed to only fuel his determination further.

Max, meanwhile, perked up. "So, we're kidnapping a girl? Sweet, I'll get the duct tape."

"Max..!" Jerry practically barked at his youngest.

"What? That's what he said.." Max muttered in reply, sinking into the couch further.

Professor Crumbs pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting his decision on visiting the Russo's. "Let me be perfectly clear. If you meet this girl, and no we have no idea how she looks or who she is, you are to politely bring her to the Wizard World. At any cost, but still politely."

"Right. Kidnap her, but politely." Alex quipped, earning a chuckle from Max and a groan from the rest.

Jerry smacked his hand down onto the coffee table. "Don't any of you understand the gravity of this matter!? If this girl loses control, it could be a disaster. Magic is dangerous in untrained hands, especially for someone who's body isn't meant for it.

"Not to mention," Said Crumbs, helping himself to pancakes- contrasting the tension in the room. "If she isn't brought to safety immediately, she could-"

"Die?" Alex interrupted, her smirk fading away when the Professor nodded. For a moment her cheerful demeanor fell, eyes holding genuine concern. Though, she masked it quickly with her usual bravado "That's great".

Crumbs stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin that appeared out of nowhere. "Any leads connecting to this girl should be reported immediately. Remember, we are short on time." Said the professor before materializing into thin air.

"Believe me professor, I'll be sure to find this girl and bring her to you..!" Declared Justin as Crumbs vanished.

"Cool. Justin can play hero. I'm heading out." Alex mused, already nearing the door.

"No, you sit down right this instance, this is a family matter..!" Exclaimed Jerry, pointing to the couch as he stomped his foot on the ground.

"So...we're all politely kidnapping her?" Max blurted out, eyeing Jerry with confidence in his words.

Jerry sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I give up."

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The sharp scent of bubble wrap and cardboard lingered like an unwelcome guest as you slumped onto your pillowy mattress. Moving to New York had been exhausting- three days of unboxing, adjusting to new neighbors, and dealing with the hustle bustle of the noisy city. You only massaged your temples, trying to calm yourself down- shaking off the strange feeling that clung onto you since your arrival to Waverly Street.

Ever since your walk in the park- under that whimsical willow tree - things had begun to spiral into a direction unknown. A sinking feeling drilled a hole deep in your heart but you ignored it. At first, you chalked it up to stress, but then little things started happening.

The time your suitcase flew up on its own, when you'd been too tired to unzip it and unpack- spilling clothes everywhere. Or maybe it was that golden aura- the faint glow you caught in the mirror - you swore surrounded you, like fairy dust from a children's book. You were tired. Stressed. And maybe just a bit loopy, imagining things. 

That's what you told yourself, but the truth had to unveil itself. And the time was tonight, right now.

You were seated at your vanity, rubbing moisturizer into your skin when something sparkly zipped past your ear. This time you couldn't convince yourself that it was a dream. Two tiny figures, no taller than your hand, sat casually atop your jewelry box. One in a glittery pink dress with matching wings, fluttered in excitement. The other, clad in green, smiled shyly at you- hiding behind her friend.

"Finally..! She can see us!" Said the pink one, her voice chipper and high-pitched. "We've been trying to get your attention for days, but it isn't your fault either. It took some time for the magic to settle within you.."

You blinked several times, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Honestly, you looked no different from a deer in headlights. "What...what are you..!?" You exclaimed, scampering off your chair in panic- bumping into your furniture along the way.

The pink one rolled her eyes dramatically. "Pixies. Duh". Gesturing towards herself she smiled "I'm Rosa, and my shy little friend here is Ivy. Say 'hi' Ivy!"

Ivy timidly waved to you, coquettish eyes looking away and unable to maintain eye-contact. "Hi.."

This was not real, no way. You pinched yourself, wincing at the sharp sting that followed. Okay, so not a dream. Your heartbeat quickened as you pushed your back towards the wall. "Pixies...like fairies? What in the Sleeping Beauty is going on..?"

"Aw, she's in denial. Cute, but no. We're pixies, not fairies. Totally different things. We're more sparkle and less forest vibes.." Rosa blabbered, clearly offended that you compared her to fairies.

You only stared for a few moments before picking up a pillow to shield yourself from them. "So it's not a dream..." You muttered to yourself, glancing around the room in a frenzy. "Okay, then why are you guys in my room!?" You blabbered, pointing your fingers at the two pixies.

"It's not our fault...you're the one who...um...absorbed a nymph's soul." Mumbled Ivy, just above a whisper. Her wings trembled with anxiety as she stood up for her actions. "We're attracted to such pure forms of magic...that's why we lingered.."

"I did what now?" You asked, confused as to what was going on- now even nymphs existed?

"When you walked under that willow tree.." Ivy continued, fluttering closer to you with newfound confidence, though she was still cautious. "That gust of wind, wasn't wind. That's why these strange things have been happening to you.."

Rosa chimed in, her tone too cheerful for the occasion. "Congrats! You're basically a walking magical miracle now!"

"You're joking, right? You guys are out of your mind." You mumbled, looking at them as if they were crazy.

"Says the girl talking to pixies."

Touché.

"So what now? And why me?" You asked, trying to satiate the curiosity within you.

"We don't really have all the answers, we're just the messengers- not even actually. We were there when it happened and we're here now so we told you what we knew.." Mused Rosa, folding her arms as she dramatically pondered over something.

"Nymphs are unpredictable...we don't know why she chose you." Ivy timidly chimed in, her voice gentle as ever. "But, what we do know is that you need help. If you don't learn to control your magic, horrible things could happen..! It could overwhelm you, even-" Ivy was frantic with her explanation, as if something was going to hurt you- and you really wanted her to continue but Rosa interrupted her

"Don't say it." Rosa covered Ivy's mouth. "She doesn't need to know that now, and not by us..!"

"Know what?" You pressed, leaning in closer towards the duo.

Rosa only gave you a nervous smile before zipping towards the window. "Let's just say, things could get...messy."

Ivy, frenzied, looked between you and Rosa- who already flew off into the night. "I-I really need to go but just remember...everything is not what it seems.." She whispered into your ear before dashing off behind Rosa, leaving a large trail of pixie dust.

Needless to say, you didn't get any sleep the whole night. Now, not only were you probably seeing things but were definitely going to have dark circles for your first day of school tomorrow. Great. Just great.

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Author's Note: Honestly writing this for my inner-child and because Max Russo deserves more fics. This chapter was only there for context so be prepared for when our MC meets our ML (Literally giggling and kicking my feet). Also, trust me guys I WILL ADD MORE THERESA IN (and definitely adding in Harper too).

Hope you enjoyed!

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

been here all along. ( max russo x reader )

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Max noticed a change in your personality when you began dating your boyfriend. You spoke differently and dressed differently in an attempt to impress the guy you and every other girl in the school had a crush on. He remembered when you rushed over to his locker to tell him about your first date and Max was surprised, not because he thought you weren't good enough to be dating someone so popular, but because rumour had it that he was seeing another girl. But he kept his concerns to himself and even went clothes shopping with you for your date and as you stepped out from behind the curtain Max couldn't help but wish he had the confidence to ask you first.

You were friends first and Max always reminded himself of that whenever he listened to you talk about your boyfriend and when you rescheduled time with him to spend with your boyfriend. He was supportive even when he left like he couldn't breathe as you remained oblivious to his feelings for you.

The relationship was a whirlwind in every sense. Three weeks longer than any previous relationships your now ex-boyfriend had. Max was thankful that, while you sometimes cancelled on him, you always felt able to talk to him openly about anything. So when cracks began to appear in your relationship he knew about it and did everything he could to make sure you knew how much he cared about you.

The day it all fell apart Max was serving at the substation and you were studying, waiting for him to finish up so you could spend the rest of the day together - your suggestion for making up for lost time and Max couldn't hide his excitement at having you all to himself.

The day started great, with laughter shared between you both as he came over to sit with you when the substation was quiet, but when your boyfriend arrived the smile quickly left your lips and Max was ordered away.

"We need to talk." Your boyfriend sat across from you while Max reluctantly retreated, staying close by so he could overhear the conversation.

"We need to break up."

You were shocked by his behaviour, stammering as you asked, "Wha- why?"

"I don't think it's working out between us. We're two different people. It's not you, it's me."

Max almost rolled his eyes at the cliché statement.

"Why?" You pressed for answers, although you felt a surprising sense of relief.

"B-Because...look at your sweater." He gestured to the knit sweater you were wearing and you glanced down, before looking at him with confusion.

"It was a Christmas present. What's wrong with it?"

"Everything. And that's the problem."

Your lips parted in shock when suddenly a drink was poured over your now ex-boyfriend's head, the shock making him stand up and turn to glare at Max who was glaring at him.

"No, you are."

"Max!" You shrieked, looking at your sweater, drying the small splatters of soda with your sleeve. You quickly got between the two when they stood toe to toe, and dismissed your ex swiftly. "You should go."

"I'm already gone." He stormed out, scoffing as he shook his head and you looked at Max in disbelief before heading upstairs to the apartment.

"Y/N, wait!" He called as he rushed after you, following you to the kitchen where you cleaned your sweater. hoping it wouldn't stain. "I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking?" You turned to him as his mouth opened and closed, stammering to think of an answer. Max decided it was time he stopped pretending you were just a friend to him.

"I-I thought you deserved better." He said. "He's a jerk and you - well, you're - you."

"Great that really cleared it up." You replied sarcastically, wiping your sweater.

"The truth is..." You looked at him, crossing your arms and Max licked his lips, taking a deep breath to summon all of his courage to finally confess how he felt about you. "I've had feelings for you for a while now and I guess I always thought I would have time to tell you before someone else did." Your gaze softened whilst you lowered your arms, your feet rooted to the ground as he approached you. "You deserve more than he could ever have given you because if he cared about you, he wouldn't change a thing about you because - you're perfect." He exhaled, a smile tugging at his lips. "You're perfect."

You stared up at him, feeling tears prick your eyes at how vulnerable he looked right now. "Max -"

"I mean it." He continued, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry. For the sweater."

You couldn't fight the smile appearing on your lips and shook your head as you stepped forward to hug him. You rested your cheek on his shoulder as he returned the embrace and as you stood savouring the moment you couldn't deny that Max had been there all along. Through every up and down in your life he was always by your side, prepared to shelter you from a storm or picking up the pieces from the aftermath. But this time he didn't have to, because you realised why you felt so relieved when your ex broke up with you.

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze which was drawn to your lips now and then due to the distance, or lack thereof, between you. "What if we didn't work out?"

Max was caught off guard by the question but quickly shook his head. "That could never happen." He spoke confidently.

You moved your hand to his chest, glancing down when you felt his heartbeat that was racing wildly from the touch. "Then promise me that if it doesn't - if you realise that I'm not what you wanted - "

Max placed a hand on your cheek, and you met his gaze which made you forget what you were going to say. "That could never happen."

"How do you know?" You asked quietly.

"Because you're all I've ever wanted."

You closed your eyes when he leaned in, feeling him slow down as if to give you time to move away, but when you didn't, he kissed you hesitantly, before growing more certain of his actions when you reciprocated, leaning into the kiss.

After a few moments, you pulled away, glancing up at him as you rolled your lips, smiling softly which eased his concerns. He mirrored the smile, and you placed a hand on the nape of his neck, reigniting the kiss.

[wileys-russo]

childhood sweethearts (1) II a.russo x reader

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this is part one to a lil multi part fic i've been working on, sequels and prequels to come

childhood sweethearts II a.russo x reader

"and you promise you'll not burn yourself out again right darling?" you sighed at the obvious concern present in your mums voice on the other end of the phone line. "yes mother i've learnt and i've grown and i'm doing all the self care things!" you cheered sarcastically, switching to hands free as you moved to stir your dinner.

"ha ha ha. i think you forget that i still know where you live and i have no issues just popping in every now and then to check on-" the older woman began to threaten as your eyes widenened.

"okay okay there's no need for that mum! i'm doing well, i promise." you responded a lot more sincerely as the woman on the other end simply hummed. "this school and my workload is a lot less intense, really! my colleagues are very friendly, my boss is approachable and i love my class. better?" you sighed as you switched off your stove and began to dish yourself up a bowl.

"and it's brought you back closer to home, my favourite part!" your mum cheered as you playfully rolled your eyes.

"yes it has however i maintain that i have boundaries mum. you, lily and harry are only welcome to visit with an invitation." you warned, half serious and half joking as you grabbed your phone and moved to the living room, sinking down into the sofa.

"yes you made that very clear, feeling very loved darling." "you know i love you ever so dearly mum but i also love my own space."

"oh god i almost forgot. you'll never guess who i ran into the other day!" your mum suddenly gasped making you chuckle, if you'd even tried guessing you could have been stuck on the phone with her for hours, your mothers social circle seemingly never ending.

it used to be a point of contention for you in your youth, hating the way you were seemingly forever pulled away to dinners or parties or barbeques, having to beg your parents to leave once it grew late in the night and your social battery had long hit its max.

as your siblings grew older they were always excused from going to these elaborate social events and you'd beg to be given that same privilege but as the youngest that was one thing you coudn't talk your way out of.

though once your dad passed you watched that break her down to nothing, seemingly just a shell of the woman she once was when he was alive and all was well.

but with time you grew to watch your mother pick herself back up slowly and start to rebuild her own support net. recconecting with her inner circle after isolating herself from the outside world for so long, it warmed your heart and was something you would forever encourage for her.

knowing that the older woman would always thrive and be at her best as a social butterfly and the hostess with the mostess, it had helped her to heal.

"if i guessed we could be here for hours and i have an island full of gorgeous single airheads and a bowl of pasta calling my name, so who did you run into?" you chuckled, shoveling in a mouthful of food as you awaited her answer.

"carol russo!" you choked at her words, spitting out the pasta you'd half chewed and breaking out into a coughing fit, scrambling for the glass of water on the coffee table.

"oh honestly i wish you'd learn to chew before you swallow, the food isn't going to disappear!" your mum scolded you as you finally caught your breath again.

"oh i'm grand mum, thank you for your concern!"

"anyway. well i've not seen her for years as you'd know and then there i was just browsing the strawberries, i needed some for a new crumble recipe i'm trying, and there she was, just grabbing a bunch of carrots!" you had to withhhold the urge to laugh at the way your mother told stories and just how animated she'd become, so fixated on the small details as she basically told you their entire conversation and coincidentally revealed her entire shopping list as she went.

"so we're all going out for a meal on thursday to catch up properly." you hummed, only half listening at this point. "that sounds nice." you mumbled, flicking through the tv.

"so you'll be there then? i said half past six since i know you're normally home from work around five." now that had you tuning back in. "wait, you what?" you directed your full attention back to the conversation.

"dinner with the russo's. half past six at paradiso, your brother and sister already said yes." your mum repeated as your stomach dropped and you fell silent. "darling did you hear me?"

"yeah i did. but look mum i have lesson planning to do and that's a school night and-" "oh y/n please! carol made such a point to ask how you've been and how much she'd love to see you. i know you and lessi drifted apart but you're both adults now darling i'm sure you can find some common ground, and the two of you used to be inseparable."

and there it was.

you could have just maybe deluded yourself into thinking that there was a slight chance the youngest russo wouldn't be present, perhaps you'd get lucky and she would be too busy off being a european football superstar.

but now you knew she'd be there the pit of worry and dread forming in your stomach only widened, quickly going from a small hole to a gaping chasm as the nerves already settled in at the thought of speaking with her after so many years apart.

"actually no you know what darling i don't care if you're an adult now, you're going. no arguments!" your mum decided, hastily excusing herself and stating she couldn't wait to see you, ending the call before you could utter another word.

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"oh god, get it together! they're just regular people and its just one dinner." you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head as you fixed your hair in your rear view mirror for the fifth time, sinking into your seat with a long exhale.

you jumped and let out a yell of shock as someones knuckles rapped against your window, an all too familiar toothy grin shining down at you as you grabbed your bag and popped open your door.

"shortstack!" giorgio cheered, surprising you as he scooped you up into a bearhug. "well, maybe not so much anymore." he placed you back down as he looked you up and down with a beaming smile.

"hi gio." you laughed fondly, hugging him again as he squeezed you, having been just like another brother to you as you'd grown up, it seemed he hadn't changed a bit.

"still shorter than me though, and definitely shorter than lessi." the boy teased as you felt a wave of nausea wash over you as the realization once again sank in you'd be seeing her again after all these years.

"so its been years, how have you been?" the italian laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you briefly caught him up on what you were doing now as he did the same, the two of you wandering into the familiar restaurant.

"hasn't changed eh?" he chuckled as the both of you looked around, fondly recalling memories of all the dinners your combined families would have here throughout your childhood, the same owners still preserving its legacy and charm years and years later.

"hey, i was really sorry to learn about your dad. he was a good man, one of the best." the boy gently grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side a little, genuine sorrow in his eyes at the words as your lips pressed together and you nodded.

pity, you hated pity.

"thanks gio." you squeezed his shoulder with a small smile as the two of you resumed your chatter and you spotted the rest of your families already gathered together at a large table up the back, the same table you'd always sat at.

it seemed the two of you were the last to arrive as cheers erupted and you both made your rounds saying hello, without even needing to look to your right you could feel a certain blondes eyes burning holes in the side of your head, but you weren't quite ready to accept that just yet.

"sweetheart look at you! absolutely beautiful." carol beamed, pulling you into a very tight hug after you'd finished once again being lifted into the air both by mario and luca, seemingly an italian tradition as thats how it had always been for you with the men of the russo household.

"its so lovely to see you again carol, mum was delighted to have bumped into you, i know she's missed you since it all happened." you admitted softly, the older woman nodding in understanding and rubbing your back comfortingly.

though the gesture was not anything new it did send your heart racing, as you knew another russo who was fond of that exact same thing and at the seemingly simply action a million memories came crashing down onto you and your knees buckled slightly.

doing your best to shake them off you greeted your own siblings and mum, and then without anyone else to use as a buffer you found yourself having to take a seat, and of course the only seat free would be next to her.

your stomach dropped as finally you had no choice but to look at her, the girl thankfully caught up in conversation with your sister sitting across from her you found her eyes no longer gazed back at you.

it presented you with a small fleeting moment to actually take her in.

long gone was the grubby ten year old brunette who would tackle you to the ground and sit on you to paint your face with mud after she'd spent the afternoon kicking footballs at your head, now sat before you was a woman.

you knew she'd forgone her natural hair colour for the bottle blonde, in fact you'd been the very first person she told the moment she even started to consider it. you'd gone with her to the salon for her appointment, showering her with praise at her new cut and colour which she'd clearly stuck with over the years.

gone was the baby fat which once rounded out her face, her features though still soft had become more defined over time, and you couldn't help but allow your eyes the luxury of roaming her incredibly toned arms which sat on full display, likely attributed to the hours she dedicated to training every day.

she had always been strong physically, easily able to overpower you during countless wrestling matches in your early youth, or pinning you down on her bed to steal the breath from your very lungs with a searing kiss in your teenage years, forever teasing you to no end at all the ways she bettered you in strength.

sat with one leg crossed over the other you marvelled at the tight fitting dress which adorned the curvature of her body, another thing that grubby ten year old alessia would have scoffed at, forever foregoing fancy dress ups and heels for football boots and a tattered hand me down manchester united jersey.

of course over the years you'd grown up together there was changes within you both, the biggest of everything being the fact you realized you loved one another in a way best friends shouldn't, thinking about one another the way the rest of your friends spoke about liking boys.

it was how the two of you had wound up being one anothers first everything, though that was a secret reserved only for the two of you to share, and one that would take much more time than a quick dinner for you to really unpack.

so swallowing down the hard lump in your throat at the cascading emotions washing over you, you screamed at your legs to move and cleared the distance between you and her, your sisters eyes flickering toward you alerting alessia the chair beside her would no longer be vacant.

sneaking a glance up toward you she had to stop herself from gasping. much like your own observations, to alessia gone was the shy smiley ten year old she'd chased around her backyard every afternoon and sat giggling for hours with tucked away in pillow forts on rainy days, replaced instead with a well spoken and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous woman looking to her expectantly.

alessia quickly stood to her feet, wincing at the obnoxious scrape of her chair against the hard wood floor, the two of you sizing one another up clearly unsure how to proceed.

"hi." you started softly, alessia swooning at the dimples which hadn't left you over the years, your nose still scrunching slightly as it always had when you smiled.

"hey." the striker managed to force out with her own nervous smile, the two of you hesitating for a moment, clearly both ticking over if a hug was the next most appropriate step.

though right as alessia began to move closer, arms ready to envelop your shorter form, it seemed the decision had been made for both of you as servers arrived.

handing out menus and starting to take drink orders meant the two of you dropped down into your seats, refusing to look one another in the eye as you spoke to everyone and anyone but each other.

alessia ordering a glass of white wine with a grateful smile her ears perked up and a slight frown appeared on her face as you murmured to the man you were content to stick with water.

"let me guess, no drinking on a school night?" your older sister lily had mocked with a teasing grin as you rolled your eyes at her over the lip of your glass.

"oh yes your mum was telling me you're teaching now! and you've just gotten back from working abroad?" carol tuned in at that point, seated beside your sister as you nodded.

"yeah i was in australia for two years teaching, i actually only got back a few weeks ago and started a position here in a local school." you confirmed with a smile, alessia glancing toward you with a look of surprise at the new information.

“oh that’s just wonderful, I can see you’d be the most amazing teacher. what age?” carol complimented sincerely as you sent her a grateful smile, you’d definitely found the right work for you and you adored your job so you always appreciated when it was picked up on by others.

“I was teaching grade five in australia but my class here now are only second years which is a bit of a change.” you answered with a chuckle, it had definitely been an adjustment but you honestly preferred it to how things had been overseas.

"got over your fear of planes then if you made it in one piece to australia?" luca chimed in with a wink as you waved him off, having always had a paraylsing fear of aircraft it had taken a lot for you to board that final plane away from everything you knew.

but with a new adventure awaiting and having done about as much preparation as one girl could do, once you were in the air it relieved you to know it actually wasn't all that bad.

"lessi just got back from australia, well we all did actually what a place it is. and what a shame we didn't know you were living there at the time!" mario added with a regretful smile before returning to his conversation with your brother.

"yes i was sorry to see how that ended for you lessi, you played brilliantly though! lil and i watched most of the games, footy for breakfast." your mum beamed, alessia unable to not share a grin with the woman, her happiness always having been infectious just as yours was, it wasn't hard to see where you got it from.

"y/n was at the semi finals too, in person." your brother harry chimed in as your face paled, having hoped this wouldn't come up as you felt ocean blue eyes pierce into the side of your head. "you were?" alessia's voice was soft and laced with surprise, and you were sure you were the only one who had heard her as you nodded.

"our school was given a handful of tickets by one of the parents who sits on the FA board, so i went with a few other teachers. the only english woman among a huddle of australians i wasn't the most popular on the train ride home or at work that next day!" you joked, cheeks flushed slightly red at all the eyes on you, grateful once the conversation seemed to shift to another topic.

but alessia wasn't quite finished with it yet.

"i wish i'd known you were there." the blonde admitted quietly, sparing a glance toward you as you stiffened. "you scored the winner, i didn't miss that." you replied softly, messing about with your fingers and staring down at the table as alessia's wine arrived.

she downed it in one go, tapping the server and murmuring for another as he nodded and took her glass away, the blondes head buzzing with the much needed liquid confidence.

"did your friends need to explain the rules to you?" alessia smiled, her tone now much lighter as you shared a look, own lips curling upwards at what she was insinuating.

"mostly just how offside works and what the hell VAR was." you joked, seemingly relaxing a little more in your chair as alessia did the same. "i see your ever growing passion for football hasn't changed then." the older girl teased sarcastically, ring clad fingers drumming against the table.

despite it being her one true love you couldn't have cared less about the sport, the only reason you feigned any interest was not to upset her or have her feel unsupported, and so you allowed her to teach you the rules of the sport so you would appreciate every game you sat at to watch her play, and you hardly ever missed a single one.

though that also never ever stopped her from forcing you to stand between the posts as she and her brothers fired shot after shot at you.

you’d often run off after a few minutes of being hammered and your best friend would chase you down, dragging you back to the goal and demanding you try to stop at least one of her shots and she would switch with you and let you kick at her instead.

it was safe to say you never did manage to get a turn at playing striker.

"could say the same for you, champion of europe now isn't it? bit of a step up from winner of the backyard round robins one on one with your brothers." your shoulder nudged into hers slightly, setting alessias entire body on fire just from the marginal contact, something she'd not felt in years.

"seems we have a lot to catch up on then." alessia smiled, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the slight rasp of her voice, scolding yourself for such feelings as you settled again.

"well six years is quite a long time."

~

though alessia was hyper aware of all of the physical changes within you, it warmed her to see there were still some things which stuck around all the same over the time you'd spent apart.

"some things don't change do they." the blonde murmured with an amused smile seeing you pick out every single tomato from your side salad, subtly moving them to an awaiting napkin as you blushed having been caught out.

growing up you’d always do the same, normally not much of a picky eater but what you didn’t like you didn’t like. thankfully for you though the blonde beside you ate like a hoover growing up with how much physical energy she exerted daily, especially in her early teen years. and would always take whatever you didn’t want, making sure her mum never noticed as you were determined not to have her think you didn’t like anything she prepared for you.

"here." alessia chuckled, reaching out to grab the small handful of tomato’s you'd collected and depositing them on her own plate, in turn dropping a few of her roast potatos onto your own in a silent exchange, shutting down your protests with a firm look.

"thanks." you smiled gratefully, conversation turning toward alessia now as everyone picked at their food. "so arsenal then less? big shift from you as a die hard united fan." your brother joked though knowing the girl as you did you didn't miss the way a small frown of discomfort flickered across her face.

but as soon as it was there it had disappeared again and she was chattering away about how happy she was with her new club, and admittedly you tuned out a little bit as your mind wandered to your lesson planning for tomorrow.

"hm?" you hummed as you heard your name, shooting back down to earth and rejoining the conversation. "head in the clouds still sweetheart!" carol teased as you laughed nervously, apologizing for your lack of focus and asking your mum to repeat herself.

"we were just saying that lessi's new place is quite close to yours." the older woman smiled with a look in her eye you didn’t like, sipping at her wine as you forced a smile. "oh is it? thats nice." you nodded, looking anywhere than at alessia who you knew was waiting for you to say something more.

though when you didn't the conversation turned once again and you exhaled slightly, however of course the conversation had shifted to what you and alessia were like as children, your mums swapping story after story which frankly sent your head into a spin.

you abruptly stood, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom as you started to feel a little overwhelmed, alessia's eyes following yours with a concerned frown. "go make sure she's okay lessi." her mum ordered, shooting down her protests with a stern look and shooing her away as the blonde sighed and got to her feet, following after you.

she hesitated on the handle for the bathroom, she was almost certain she'd had a hand in why you left the table in the first place so would her coming to check in on you even really help anything?

she mulled it over for a moment, hand still on the handle before she shook her head, deciding against it and taking a step away. though no sooner had she made up her mind was it changed for her as the door opened and you'd come striding out, smacking into the blonde whose hands grabbed at you.

though with her notoriously clumsy nature she found her footing slipped and she was sent tumbling to the floor, accidentally taking you down with her as your bum smacked against the concrete with a wince.

"fuck, i'm so sorry." alessia blurted out as her face burnt red in embarrassment, hurrying to her feet and offering you a hand up. "it's fine." you smiled politely, the blonde frowning at just how quickly you dropped her hand once you were back on your feet, attempting to step around her to return to the table.

"wait." her strong hands landed on your hips, spinning you around as your eyes widened and alessia realized her mistake, hastily snatching away her hands and stepping back, mumbling an apology.

"you said to wait?" you reminded, eyebrow raised clearly giving her the opportunity to say whatever she had intended. "oh. can we get a coffee sometime? to catch up." alessia forced out, grateful for the few glasses of wine in her system that allowed her to swallow the nerves which threatened to drown her.

"alessia-" you started and the striker could tell right away from your tone and furrowed eyebrows that you were angling for a no. she had to swallow her wounded pride at the realisation you were also the only one at the entire table who'd not called her a single nickname all night, and if she was honest you were really the only one who she wanted to.

"please." the blonde almost begged, her hand reaching out for yours again but pausing midway as you ever so slightly retreated, fingers falling dejectedly back to her side as you sighed.

"alessia i really don't know if-"

"we were best friends for a lot longer than anything else went on. i want to hear about what you've been up to, properly. not just a few awkward sentences at a dinner you clearly don't even want to be at."

you hated her for how well she knew you and could clearly still read you like a book, despite the length of time it had been since she'd even seen picked up and glanced at the cover.

"i've missed you."

and there it was, the three word confession seemingly innocent however it was enough to drive a metal spike right through your insides, and had you wishing you could curl into a ball and be swallowed up by the floor right about now.

"please? it would just be two old friends getting a coffee, catching each other up about the last six years of their lives. completely normal!" alessia tried again this time with a joking smile, desperately trying to ease the fast mounting tension arising between the two of you.

you had to respect her efforts, the taller girl rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously, hands rubbing at the material of her dress desperate to try and wipe them dry, her skin soft and clammy at the sight of you in front of her again after so long.

"okay."

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part two

[minkyungseokie]

Autosports

Stories of athletes in auto sports; Formula One, Indycar, Nascar, etc.. If you would like me to add anyone, just ask!

Includes team principals and certain wags

➤Max Verstappen; MV1

Belgian-Dutch Red Bull racing driver and three time world champion

➤Logan Sargeant; LS2

American Formula One driver for William

➤Daniel Ricciardo; DR3

Australian VCARB racing driver

➤Lando Norris; LN4

British-Belgian McLaren racing driver and Quadrant founder

➤Sebastian Vettel; SV5

German former F1 driver

➤Kimi Räikkönen; KR7

Finnish former F1 driver

➤Pierre Gasly; PG10

French Alpine driver

➤Sergio "Checo" Perez; SP11

Mexican Red Bull Racing driver

➤Fernando Alonso; FA14

Spanish Aston Martin driver

➤Charles Leclerc; CH16

Monégasque Ferrari driver

➤Lance Stroll; LS18

Canadian-Belgian Aston Martin driver

➤Mark Webber

Australian sports commentator

➤Jenson Button; JB22

British former F1 driver

➤Yuki Tsunoda; YT22

Japanese VCARB driver

➤Alex Albon; AA23

British-Thai Williams driver

➤Zhou Guanyu; ZG24

Chinese Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber driver

➤Estebon Ocon; EO31

French Alpine driver

➤Lewis Hamilton; LH44

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS and seven time world champion

➤Mick Schumacher; MS47

German Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Carlos Sainz Jr; CS55

Spanish Ferrari driver

➤George Russell; GR63

British Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS driver

➤Oscar Piastri; OP81

Australian McLaren driver

➤James Vowels

British Williams Team Principal

➤Toto Wolff

Austrian Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Team Principal

Some of these arn not F2 drivers, but I'm using this category for the reserve drivers as well

➤Oliver Bearman; OB3/38

British Formula two racing driver, Ferrari reserve driver

➤Liam Lawson; LL36

Kiwi VCARB reserve driver

➤Felipe Drugovich; FD34

Brazilian-Italian Aston Martin reserve driver

➤Frederik Vesti; FV7

Danish Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS reserve driver

➤Pato O’Ward; PO5

Mexican McLaren Chevrolet IndyCar driver, reserve driver for McLaren

➤Arthur Leclerc; AL12

Monégasque French Ferrari development driver

➤Jack Doohan; JD14

Australian Alpine reserve driver

➤Robert Shwartzman; RS83

Russo-Israeli FIA World Endurance Championship and Ferrari reserve driver

➤Théo Pourchaire

French member of the Sauber Academy and test and reserve driver for Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber.

Series

Driven by Destiny -Toto Wolff x Chinese-Australian Reader x Susie Wolff; ongoing

[p1astories]

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[dreamlandcreations]

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

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Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

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Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[infiniteimaginings]

List of upcoming requests would be lovely 🙏

Upcoming posts!

This is a list of stories requested that I’ll be writing and posting soon. Those that have dates next to them are complete and will be posted that day!

(I hope this helps with the waiting and stuff!! Please let me know if this was good or any info i could add!)

NR = Not Requested (It's something I personally wanted to write)

Will be slow coming back, life is crazy and motivation is low

I've Always Been Here (Penelope Featherington x Fem!Reader) [Bridgerton] - August 2nd

I Adore You (Klaus Baudelaire x GN!Reader) [A Series of Unfortunate Events] - August 7th

How Was Your Date? (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader) [The Thundermans] - August 14th (NR)

Why Didn't You Tell Me? (Henry Hart/Kid Danger x GN!Reader) [Henry Danger] - August 21st (NR)

You're My Hero (Phoebe Thunderman x TransMale!Reader) [Platonic] [The Thundermans] - August 28th

No Need For A Second Date (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitters a Vampire] - September 4th

Reckless (Book!Percy Jackson x GN!Reader) [Percy Jackson] - September 11th

(Currently Unnamed) (Moose x GN!Reader) [Step Up] - September 18th

I've Never Had a Sister (Skylar Storm x GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Mighty Med] - September 25th

How to Confess to Your Friend in 10 Steps (That aren't needed) (Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader) [Victorious] - October 2nd

Camping Was A Bad Idea (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire] - October 9th

I Just Don't Like Her (Cat Valentine x Male!Reader) [Victorious] - October 16th

Farwell. /A Part Two to 'You Caused This?/ (Anthony Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton] - October 23rd

Me And You (Gabe Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie] - October 30th (NR)

[Surprise halloween post, Person and Title wont be posted until fic is posted] - October 31st (NR)

I Can't Keep Doing This (Austin Moon x GN!Reader) [Austin and Ally] - November 6th

Stage Fright (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire] - November 13th

The HoneyMoon 'Phase' (Anthony Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton] - November 20th

Hopeless Crush? (Carlos De Vil x GN!Reader) [Descendants] - November 27th

Dates to be determined (since they're so far out):

I Think You're Great (Adam Davenport x GN!Reader)

Empty Dance Cards (Penelope Featherington x Fem!Reader) [Bridgerton]

Haunted Houses, How Ironic (Benny Weir x GN!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

For Some Reason I Love You (Harry Hook x Male!Prince!Reader) [Descendants]

Lost But Now Found (Audrey x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Descendants]

Always In Your Shadow (Kate Bishop x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Marvel]

We Can Just Sit Here (Kate Bishop x GN!Reader) [Marvel]

Ice Dates (Benny Weir x GN!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

First Light (Eloise Bridgerton x Fem!Princess!Reader) [Bridgerton]

You Are Home (Chase Davenport x Fem!Reader) [Lab Rats]

We Aren't Friends (Harry Hook x Fem!Reader) [Descendants]

I Feel Like I Know You (Quigley Quagmire x GN!Reader) [A Series Of Unfortunate Events]

Always and Forever (Jay x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Oblivious (Ethan Morgan x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitters A Vampire]

I Can't Help But Protect You (Hercules x GN!Reader) [Once Upon A Time]

Different (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

I Though I Could Protect You (Kate Bishop x Brother!Male!Reader) [Platonic] [Marvel]

I Know What You’d Choose (Justin Russo x GN!Reader) [Wizards of Waverly Place] (NR)

Yeah, I Know Who You Are (Jack Brewer x GN!Reader) [Kickin’ It] (NR)

You’re My Brother, Always (Sister!Bree Davenport x Trans!Male!Reader) [Lab Rats]

I Might Lose You (King George III x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton]

A Gentle Kind Of Love /A Part Two to ‘A Courtship?’/ (Violet Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton]

A Bond That Never Truly Breaks /A Part Two to ‘The Wasabi Code’/ (Kim Crawford x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Kickin’ It]

We're Family (Wasabi Warriors x GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Kickin' It]

I Want to be More (Henry Hart x GN!Reader) [Henry Danger]

Closer /A Part Two to 'Lost'/ (Ravi Ross x GN!Reader) [Bunk'd/Jessie]

Not A Spellmaster (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

Secrets Have a Way of Coming Out (David Nolan/Prince Charming x Fem!Reader) [Once Upon A Time]

Our Future (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

Know it's for the Better (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader) [The Thundermans]

Not Much Of A Beast (Ben Florian x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Song Of The Sea (Ben Florian x Fem!Reader) [Descendants]

I'll See You Again (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

Love Potions (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

I Came Back For You /A Part Two to 'You Forgot About Me'/ (Evie x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Some Type of Fairytale (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

Please, Please, Please (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader) [The Thundermans] (NR)

[the-cult-of-russo]

Head Like A Hole (part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Warnings: cursing, fluff I guess lmao, unhinged Billy-boo, mention of attempted sexual assault and murder.

A/N: I’m just out here writing part twos to these things that no one’s asking for looooool I was working on part 2 for Sorry but this came to me and I have to get this shit out of me or I’d never write it. Sorry if there’s any typos. I use two spell checkers but I swear, whenever I reread my shit after it’s posted, I always find them lmaooo

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You put the cap back on the concealer before staring blankly at your reflection. It wasn't great. It wasn't concealing as much as you’d hoped. The mark was still showing, although it looked a hell of a lot better than the bright purple black eye that it was without it. As your eyes trailed down the floor-length mirror, you grimaced. The bruise on your right side where your ribs were looked awful, and you didn't have enough concealer or time to try to cover that one up. You put your silk robe on, tying it carefully with a wince. Jerry had told you to take some time off to heal, but you didn't want to miss out on the money. It wasn't like you needed it. You had so much stashed away so you could have a lavish retirement when you grew bored of this. Some might say you loved money a little too much. That wasn't the only reason though. Today was one of Billy’s days, not that you’d be doing your normal stuff with him. It had been two months since that night he’d blown your mind and it became routine. He came in on the three days he usually did, but then he’d be with you afterwards, always showing you a good time. Work felt lonely and boring on the days he wasn't here and you always looked forward to seeing him. It was still brutal, kinky and animalistic sex with him, the only change being that he’d stay a little longer afterwards now as you both just lay with each other calmly. He was still paying you $5000 a night, and you felt like $15000 a week was a little much considering you felt like he was servicing you and not the other way around. You’d mentioned it once, that he didn't need to pay so much, but he’d completely ignored your comment so you left it. You didn't know how to feel about Billy coming in today though. Didn't know how he’d react when he saw the state of you. You glared at your split lip, it had scabbed over but was still very fucking noticeable and no amount of lipstick could cover it. You’d be working as a server until you felt better, Jerry’s orders since you refused to stay off work. It wasn't even so much that it would be off-putting to the customers, most of the girls had a mark of some description on them and after Billy was done with you, you’d be covered in them. But Jerry really cared about his girls and he didn't want you to injure your messed up ribs any further by dancing or using the pole. You didn't really mind. You didn't feel 100% and you were in pain, so taking it a little easy would be good for you. The servers usually wore underwear but Jerry suggested wearing your silk robe to cover up the most of your marks, the worst being your ribs. It was thigh high and you’d tied it to leave some nice cleavage. It would have to do. Lucky for you, your regulars would still tip nicely even if you weren't working the pole. 

The idea of Billy made you wonder if he’d react at all. You’d bonded in a way. Connected through your deep sexual needs and slightly depraved kinks that you explored together, pushing each other's boundaries to the max. But other than that, you didn't know each other. You’d never asked each other personal questions, you both just didn't cross that line. You wanted to sometimes, of course. There was a lot you wanted to know about the man, he intrigued you. But you didn't ask and neither did he. He was a customer after all and that's all he was and you both knew it. You connected on a sexual level and that's where it ended. But since he wouldnt be watching you dance and there was no way you could fuck him in your current state, you weren't sure how he’d take it. He always turned up acting like if he didn't have you, he’d die. And that pure desperation for you made your blood sing. You had a lot of admirers here but no one had ever made you feel as wanted or needed like Billy had. You heaved a sigh before leaving your back room and making your way out from the back. The club was busy as it always was and you hummed along to the music as you made your way over to the bar. You got some looks but no one mentioned your mildly covered black eye or split lip. Why would they? None of them really cared and anyone curious enough would just chalk it up to someone smacking you about a bit as an extra with sex and move on. They’d think it was consensual since nothing non-consensual happened here. Yet what happened to you was definitely not something you agreed with. 

You served drinks with a pretty smile and flirted with the men and as you knew you would, you were making good tips. Your guys were of course disappointed to turn up and realize you weren't dancing for them but they’d been fine with your answer of wanting a rest. It wasn't unheard of for some of the dancers to serve sometimes to get some respite. Dancing was a tiring job and a burnt-out dancer wasn't a good one. But you made sure to recommend girls you knew they'd like to them and to keep their drinks flowing with a smile. You were just returning back to the bar with your empty tray when a hand seized your wrist. You gasped, being spun around and coming face to face with Billy. His dark eyes were wide and burning with intensity as he looked you over. They darted from your eye like he could see right under the make-up at how bad it really was and to your split lip before back to your eyes again. 

“Hey! No touching, pal!” the security guy yelled, storming right over to the pair of you. The servers weren’t to be touched. The man was built like a tank, a wall of pure muscle that made him look like a beast next to Billy’s more slender frame. Yet the look Billy shot him was far more menacing than anything the other man could muster.

“It’s okay, Phil. I know him,” you murmured with a smile. Phil squinted a little, looking distrustfully at Billy who still had your wrist in a death grip and who was glaring daggers at him before he looked back at you.

“You sure?” he asked carefully, very vividly remembering what happened to you the night before.

“I’m sure,” you smiled with a nod. Seemingly satisfied, Phil walked back to near the entrance. Billy looked to you then, working his jaw and scrunching his face up a little. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. He had that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. The one that when he wore it in the bedroom, you knew you were in for a good time. But these were different circumstances and you weren't quite sure what was going through his head. Before you could say anything, he was tugging you into the back and to your room. He let go of your wrist to open the door as he walked inside and you shut the door, leaning against it much like you had the first time you’d been in here with him. He stood a little away from you, his jaw tight as his bright eyes burned into you.

“Did a customer do that?” he bit out, eyes glittering with rage. You weren't sure if he was upset at the idea of someone else marking you up. No one else really bothered but you were always delighted when Billy would cover you in marks. He seemed to love it, especially when he came back and they were still there but fading. He always went back over them to keep them fresh and bright and you loved the possessiveness of it. He’d even growled at you that you were his a few times and it always made your insides ache. You felt small under his gaze, no lust to bring you together this time. It felt strange and you felt vulnerable. Subconsciously you tugged your robe tighter around yourself as you shook your head.

“No,” you murmured quietly as you took a few tentative steps towards him. You hoped it would make him feel better. To know he was the only one to mark you up like that. But it only seemed to make him worse as his eyes seemed to burn brighter like an inferno and he rolled his shoulder. He was quiet for a long moment, looking like he was ready to snap as he clenched and unclenched his fists by his slides. You weren't quite sure what was going on with him as you watched him warily. He’d never hurt you. Well, not in a bad way anyway. And you knew he wouldn't. But you were well aware there was a darkness in Billy. It's what attracted you to him in the first place. 

“What happened?” he asked harshly. 

“It doesn't matter,” you shrugged dismissively. You really thought it didn't. It wasn't a work thing, well mostly, it had been connected. But still, you and Billy had never been personal with each other so you didn't see the need to go over what happened. 

He looked pissed by your answer. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stalked towards you and you instinctively stepped back until your back hit the door. You gasped with a wince as it hurt your ribs and then he was ripping your robe open, revealing your badly bruised ribs as well as a few other smaller bruises on your torso. His hand came up to your ribs, fingers ghosting over the bruise in a featherlight touch as he glared at it but it still made you hiss, your body instinctively moving away from his before he dropped his hand. His breathing was coming in sharp and you were starting to wonder if he was getting off on it or something. Lust and anger always seemed to blend together with him. But when his dark eyes met yours once more, he didn't just look angry, he looked upset.

“What happened?” he asked again in a growl, his tone telling you that you better tell him and there were no other options. 

“Can we uh… can we sit down?” you asked carefully. You'd been on your feet all night and your body was starting to scream at you for putting it through the wringer in your condition. He blinked at you for a moment, eyes seeming to glance at every mark on your body before he nodded jerkily and moved away. You kicked off your heels, feeling the relief instantly before you made your way over to your bed. You sat against the headboard slowly, holding your ribs with a grimace as you did. He came over and perched himself on the side of the bed, far away from you. He wasn't facing you but facing the wall to your left, his arms resting on his legs with his hands clasped together. But then he turned his head to look at you, quirking a brow as if telling you that you better start talking. You hadn't expected him to act like this. You hadn't expected him to act like anything if you were honest. 

“I was attacked last night outside the club,” you murmured. Billy took a deep inhale, eyes flaring as his jaw ticked, but his swirling eyes didn't leave you.

“It was some new guy, he’d been by here a few days. He’d watched me dance all night but something felt… off about him. So when he requested me after, I turned him down. Something didn't feel right with him and I always trust my gut. He got kicked out later for touching a server and Jerry told him he wasn't allowed back. When I finished, I was walking to my car and he was waiting for me. It was so dark… I didn't even see him. But he tackled me… Beat me to shit, obviously. He planned to do more than that but he barely got any clothes off me before Phil and the guys heard me screaming. They came out and the coward ran off. But they saved me from some bad shit,” you said shakily. You’d felt off-kilter ever since. You'd always associated sex with pleasure and pain of the good kind but this was something else. You weren’t stupid, you knew rape and sexual assault happened, but you just hadn't expected it to almost happen to you. Jerry worked hard to create a safe space here for you and the girls. Shit like that didn't happen here. 

Billy looked back at the wall, cracking his neck a little. You were waiting for him to say something with how hard he pressed you to tell him, but instead, he stood up. 

"You should probably get back out there," he muttered. It confused you but it wasn't like you'd expected anything from him anyway. So you nodded, standing up slowly to try and ease the pain in your ribs. He watched you with rapt attention but made no move to help you. You stopped near him, wanting to make something clear to him so it didn't cause any confusion later in the night. 

"I uh… we won't be able to… I'm too injured," you murmured, wanting to hit yourself for fumbling over your words. When did you ever have an issue talking about sex? Maybe it was the fact you didn't want to disappoint Billy. You wanted the opposite, you wanted to please him. 

"I noticed," he replied, lips curling into a wry smirk, no trace of any of his weird intense anger from earlier. It made you feel a little better though that he wasn't upset about it. You'd hate it if he decided to see one of the other girls instead of you from now on. His visits were the highlight of your week. You knew he'd probably watch others dance until you were healed though. Or the alternative would be for him to not come at all. You weren't sure what was worse and you wondered just when you'd gotten so possessive over a customer. You and Billy walked out of your room and he fell into step beside you as you made your way out into the main area. You were expecting him to go and pick another girl, but instead, he followed you to the bar before sitting there. Something purred inside of you, pleased that he’d rather be here where you’d be passing by all night rather than with someone else. You set off working again and getting drinks from the bar before taking them to customers. You weren't as fast as the other servers in the state you were in and you were steadily getting slower as your ribs started to protest too much. 

“Two whiskeys and a bourbon, Mike,” you smiled at the bartender as you stopped beside Billy, holding your ribs for a moment. He nodded, getting the drinks ready for you. Billy moved and you glanced at him as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was some pills and he got one out before handing it to you. You blinked at it for a moment before you looked at him and quirked your brow, making him roll his eyes and snort.

“It's a pain pill. Got it for the… you know,” he muttered as he vaguely gestured to his face, frowning a little as he looked away and refused to give you eye contact. You knew he was sensitive about his scars. Two weeks after he first started coming to you for more than dances, you’d been laying with him after some amazing sex. You’d leaned over and traced one of them and he’d recoiled away from you like you’d burnt him. He’d given you this shocked look, puzzled and bewildered. Untrusting. But you’d looked back at him patiently and when he eventually moved back, you’d done it again and he’d let you. Slowly he got more comfortable with it and now he enjoyed it when you did it after sex. He’d close his eyes with a rare soft smile as he soaked it in. 

“Billy, I’m fine,” you shook your head, watching as Mike put the drinks on your tray for you. You gave him a smile in thanks.

Billy stood, all tall and imposing next to you and grabbed your wrist. You noticed Phil look over but since you’d told him you knew Billy and you were clearly unphased by his actions, he made no move to go over. 

“Stop bein’ a martyr. Take the damn pill before I take you back to your room, beat to shit or not,” he warned lowly, his dark eyes glaring at you. It was strange the power he held over you with words alone. The way your body ached at them. You were in no condition to fuck him yet you started to wonder if there were any positions that wouldnt hurt too much. A dark smirk painted his lips as if he was reading your thoughts and his hand slid from your wrist to your hand, placing the pill there.

“You’re a tease,” you huffed, popping the pill in your mouth and grimacing as you dry-swallowed it. 

“You love it though,” was his cheeky reply and you couldn't help but smile at it as he sat back down. You kept working for a while after that, trying to keep tabs on Billy at the bar. He’d shoot you glances, sometimes with a smirk, other times impassive. You swore he was like multiple people sometimes, you could never get a read on him. When your shift was over, you went into your room to get changed into the clothes you'd worn here. It wasn't anything special, just some leggings, converse, a dark gray t-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie. You were injured, you weren't about to turn up looking like a princess. Once you were ready, you went back out and you were disappointed when you couldn't see Billy anywhere. You’d hoped to at least say goodbye to him. You hated not being able to spend your usual time together, it was like your body craved it now. You sighed even harder when your eyes flit about and you couldn't see Phil either. He’d offered to walk you to your car when you got off after seeing how shaken up you’d been the night before. But you couldn't wait around forever. The pain pill eased some of your pain but not all of it and all you wanted to do was go home. You decided it was time you got on your big girl panties and decided to just head out yourself. You hardly expected Billy to be loitering in the entrance hallway. 

“Oh, hey. I thought you’d left,” you said, feeling relieved that he hadn’t. His eyes trailed over your body, right to your toes before back up again.

“You look cute,” he murmured wryly. You glanced down at yourself before realizing he’d only ever seen you in skimpy underwear or nothing at all. You felt far too dressed down now with your normal clothes and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Gotta be comfy,” you shrugged sheepishly and made him chuckle. You weren't sure if you liked the way he made you feel like this. You were never shy or self-conscious.

“I’m gonna walk you to your car,” he stated simply and you shook your head.

“You don't need to do that,” you frowned. You didn't want to inconvenience him. 

“I know I don't but I’m doin’ it anyway,” his face and tone were stern, telling you it was final. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a fluttering in your stomach. He was giving you whiplash. One minute he’s demanding to know what happened to you as if he cared, then he acts like he doesn't and now he was making sure you were safe to get home. You didn't know which way was up with him. 

“So you’re bossy outside of the bedroom too, huh?” you quipped, eyes alight with mischief. He gave you an amused grin and a lazy shrug.

“Tellin’ me you don’t enjoy it?” he asked, raising a brow as you snorted. As you both made your way to the door, your eyes drifted to the large notice board on the wall. It was full of pictures of guys who weren't allowed in anymore. But you really hadn't thought the guy who attacked you would be on there already. Nor did you think that seeing his face would make your heart falter a little as you saw it. 

“That him?” Billy asked lowly, ever perceptive as always. You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself as you moved to the door. You didn't want to look at it anymore. You hovered uncertainly just at the door, flashes of the night before hitting you. You knew you were safe. You had Billy by your side, yet you couldn't seem to push the door open. Billy seemed to take pity on you as he left first, allowing you to follow beside him. You took an uneasy breath as you walked across the car park in silence to where your car was. But you stopped short, inhaling sharply as you glared at it. Your tires had been slashed and you could have chalked it up to any asshole, but the word whore was keyed into your car and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. 

You glanced over to Billy who was glaring at your car like he was willing it to set ablaze. He rolled his shoulder, tensing his jaw before looking at you with a blank look.

“I’ll take you home,” it wasn't an offer, he was telling you and he didn't wait for you to reply as he started walking off to what you presumed to be his car. You didn't bother telling him he didn't have to because you knew his response. But this was a big no-no. Letting a customer know where you lived was definitely not what any of the girls here should do. But this was Billy and you trusted him. So you obediently followed him, not wanting to get left behind in the dark. Your eyes widened as you saw him unlock his car, a grin spreading on your face at the Rolls Royce Wraith.

“Wow… she’s pretty,” you murmured, drinking her in with your eyes. Billy chuckled, causing you to look at him as he opened the passenger door for you.

“What can I say? I like pretty things,” he shrugged, giving you a pointed look that made your insides feel all hot. You slid inside the car, trying to be careful before Billy shut the door. Before long you were both on your way to your apartment after you’d told him where it was. Ironically, it wasn't far from where he lived apparently. The ride was silent and you felt uneasy. You had no idea what to say. You didn't do personal with each other, yet now there was no sex as a buffer to not make it weird. You felt out of your depth with him like this so you stayed silent.

When he pulled up, you were about to thank him but you never got the chance.

"I'll walk you up," he said as he undid his seat belt.

"Billy…" your protest died on your tongue at the look he shot you. He got out and you opened the door and followed suit. He trailed along with you as you entered the building and the elevator ride up felt tense and uncomfortable. Dealing with him in the bedroom was one thing but this was another entirely. When you got to your door, you pulled out your key and unlocked it, hovering uncertainly.

"Do you wanna come in… I don't mean like… you know, I just…" you felt your cheeks burn as you fumbled over your words. For someone that flirted with men for a living, you were sure as shit having a hard time just talking to him. He looked somewhat amused by your inability to speak like a human as he nodded. You walked inside, holding the door open for him as he came in. You watched as he glanced around curiously and you wondered what he thought of your home. You liked to keep it classy and also nice and clean. The decor was black and white, some touches of your favorite color sprinkled in. 

"You want anything to drink?" You asked as you toed your shoes off. He looked at you then and shook his head.

"Nah, I'm good," he stated. Now you didn't know what to do. You weren't quite sure why you even invited him in and no idea why he agreed.

He stepped towards you then and got something out of his pocket before he handed it to you. It was an envelope and you peeped inside, you saw money and you frowned.

"Billy… I told you I can't have sex right now," you muttered, feeling a pang of disappointment as you realized he'd gone to all of this effort simply for that. He tilted his head, regarding you for a moment.

"The extras… they ain't always sexual, right? It's to pay for your time," He asked, raising a brow. You blinked at him slowly for a moment.

"Not all the time," you replied, clear confusion coating your tone. It wasn't often but you'd sometimes get guys paying for your time with no sex involved. It had only happened twice with you personally. One guy just wanted to be cuddled the entire time and the other used you like a therapist as he vented about his wife cheating on him with his brother. You had no idea where he was going with this.

"Right… so you're gonna take the money and let me take care of you," he said with a firm look, eyes burning into you. You didn't really know what to say to that, you were confused by his request. But he took your silence as acquiescence.

"Sit down," he ordered, gesturing to the sofa. You obeyed simply because you really had no idea what was going on. 

He peeked into a room, your room, before closing the door and looking in the other one which was the bathroom. Then he disappeared inside. You sat there wondering if you were dreaming because your interactions with Billy had been weird since the moment he'd turned up to the club that night. Then you heard the bath running. He was paying you to look after you and the idea felt so absurd, your brain couldn't comprehend it. You'd gladly let him do it for free but part of you felt the payment made it easier for him. Some kind of transaction instead of him acting like he cared. You sat there patiently for a while before he came back out of the bathroom.

“Come on,” he gestured with his head to the bathroom and you did as you were told, standing carefully and following him inside. Your large bath was full and even had bubbles, you could smell the lavender in the air so you knew just which bubble bath he’d used. You were curious if he’d selected one randomly or if he’d smelt them all and had a preference. Since he’d paid you for this, you stood there, waiting for his next move as you had no idea what he wanted from you. He stood in front of you but wasn't looking in your eyes as he unzipped your hoodie and slid it off you. Then he took off your t-shirt, being careful as he maneuvered your arms out so your ribs didn't get jostled. Next up were your leggings and underwear. Soon enough you were naked but he didn't give you a lustful gaze like he normally did. It felt quite strange. He helped you slowly ease yourself into the bath and you felt relaxed almost immediately at the hot water. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, watching him when he moved away and wondering what he was going to do next. He stripped down so you figured he’d be getting in with you. You looked, of course you did, you couldn't help it. The man was godlike to you. And he caught your gaze, giving you a smirk with an amused raised brow that had you snorting and looking away. Your bath was pretty big, you’d paid a shit tonne of money for it. So you knew he’d fit in with you before he even got in and you were right as he climbed inside and settled behind you, his legs either side of you.

There was so much silence between you and you weren't sure how to handle it. You weren't used to it and it made you slightly uncomfortable. Yet you had no idea how to make idle conversation with him. He wasn't like everyone else. You were lost in your thoughts, running through potential things to say to him that wasn't mundane small talk about the weather, when you heard him messing with something on the side of the bath. You turned to look curiously but hissed when your ribs screamed at you. You didn't have to wait too long though to find out what he was doing as he started washing you. It was your lavender body wash too so you were starting to wonder if he did have a preference. It was oddly intimate and such a sweet gesture that you were slightly stunned for a moment as he washed your back carefully. You hadn't known he was capable of sweet with all the darkness you saw in him but you found it endearing. You decided to relax and ease into it, letting him move your arms as he washed them tenderly. When he was done with your arms and back, he rinsed the suds off you before wrapping an arm around your uninjured side. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he reached around and started to wash the front of you too. You turned to glance at him, his face so close to yours. He noticed your movement and his head turned slightly. He was so beautiful. You gave him a soft smile and he gave you one in return, leaning closer to your face before nuzzling your cheek and you swear your heart almost stopped completely. He gave your front the same treatment as your back before he moved away from you and you suddenly felt cold at the loss. 

“Head back,” he commanded, yet his tone wasn’t harsh. You did as he said and then he was pouring the nice hot water over your hair. It felt nice on your scalp. You heard the cap of your shampoo pop and then his fingers were massaging your head. It felt really fucking good and your eyes fluttered shut with a pleased hum. He chuckled at your reaction and you melted under his touch. He massaged your head for a while, running his hands through your hair before he sadly rinsed all the shampoo out. You felt him squeeze the excess water out of your hair before he moved your head back to its normal position. 

He leaned back then to lay against the back of the bath and he brought you with him slowly. You were lying on him and you could feel his straining cock against your ass but he never mentioned it or acted like he cared. You weren't quite sure what to do now and your mind once more turned to try to figure out what to say. As if he could read your mind, he spoke.

“Just relax,” he said softly, his voice soothing. One of his hands was rubbing soothing circles on your stomach and you willed your body to do as he said. It didn't take much effort. Between all the lavender and your body being a mess, you were exhausted. And it felt nice to just be here like this with Billy taking care of you. So you shut your eyes and your body melted against his. You weren't sure how long you both lay like that, unspeaking but relaxed. The water had started to lose some of its heat and you were sure your fingers were starting to wrinkle. But as you started to drift off to sleep, he carefully eased you to sit up. You blinked tiredly, stifling a yawn as you tried to wake up more. He’d paid for your time and here you were, falling asleep. He moved from behind you and got out of the bath, grabbing a towel as he started to dry himself. You watched with sleepy eyes, admiring him while he wasn't looking as he only put his black boxers back on. He came back over to you then, helping you stand up slowly. He wrapped a big fluffy towel around your shoulders before he grabbed you, mindful of your ribs as he picked you up and plonked your feet on the bathroom floor. You smiled wryly at him and he gave you a smirk before he started drying you. He dried every inch of you and you didn't think it was possible to wish you were healed any more than you did in that moment. He was torturing you. Once he was done, he towel-dried your hair for you and you were grateful. You were far too tired to use a hairdryer. He helped you step into your panties and slipped your t-shirt back over your head, guiding your arms through the holes. Then, he took your hand and led you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. 

Your bed felt like it was screaming at you, calling out to you. But you tried to resist it. He’d paid you a lot of money for essentially doing nothing but sit there and get taken care of. You couldn't be a bitch and fall asleep on him. He led you right to the bed, which would only make not falling asleep harder, but when he moved away, you knew he was waiting for you to get in. You climbed into bed under the covers, laying on your back as your eyes followed him. He moved to the other side of the bed and got in next to you, moving to face you. 

“Turn around,” he muttered expectantly. You rolled over slowly onto your unbruised side, wondering what he was going to do next. You felt so sleepy and it was hard to keep your eyes open. You were about to open your mouth to tell him this wasn't a good idea, that you were minutes away from sleep. But then he was pressed against you, his arm snaking under your pillow and neck, wrapping around you. His other arm came around you too, splaying on your stomach, and it wasn't lost on you that he’d strategically avoided the bruise. His body was warm against yours and it felt nice. You’d never cuddled with him before, not even in your post-sex haze after he’d fucked the brains right out of you. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before sweetly rubbing his nose against your neck. You smiled to yourself as your eyes drifted shut.

“Just rest, sweetheart,” he soothed, making you hum softly in reply. It didn't take long to fall asleep wrapped in his arms like that.

When you woke the next morning, the first thing you were aware of was how your body ached like a grade-A bitch. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire and you realized you had no choice but to take a couple of days off to recover. Your body just wasn't ready for work right now and the night before had been a bad idea. You’d go in on the day Billy would be coming in though. You didn't want to miss that. You wondered if he’d offer to take care of you again if you weren't in better shape. Part of you hoped he would. Thinking of Billy, you carefully rolled onto your back and glanced to the other side of the bed, sadly finding it empty. You winced as you forced yourself to sit up, eyes sweeping the room. There was no sign of him, not even a note. And from the silence in your apartment, you knew he wasn't here anymore. You felt disappointment settle in your stomach like a stone. You really hoped to at least thank him for how he took care of you and it wasn't like you had his number to text him. Maybe it was easier for him that way though. He didn't seem the type to do this kind of stuff normally. Maybe he felt uncomfortable and wanted to get the fuck out of dodge. You wouldn't hold it against him, not after how he’d cared for you. He had no need to do that and you still couldn't quite understand why he’d bothered. You sighed to yourself as you forced your body to get out of bed. You needed to call Jerry and let him know you needed a few days off. Your body really wasn't happy with you.

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You leaned against the elevator wall as it went up to your apartment. It had been two weeks and your body had recovered nicely and things were back to normal. Well, mostly. Billy hadn't been by since that night he’d taken care of you. You wondered if things were ruined now. Wondered if maybe he’d been embarrassed or something. All you knew was that you missed him. On all the days he was supposed to come, you watched the door with bated breath, only to find he didn't turn up. You knew it was stupid getting attached to a customer like this, but Billy was different. You connected with him on a level you’d never experienced with any other customer before. You’d broken so many rules with him the night you allowed him at your place. One of the biggest rules at Jerry’s was not to take business home. Customers were never supposed to know where the girls lived. You were also not supposed to conduct business outside of the premises. But you’d taken Billy’s money and allowed him to do what he wanted. But since it wasn’t by the rules, you hadn’t disclosed that to Jerry. Which meant you got to keep every penny as Jerry usually took a small cut of the extra money. You’d be worried something bad happened to Billy with him not turning up once if it wasn't for one thing. Every night you got home from work, there was a single flower laid just outside of your apartment door. There was never a note, nothing to accompany it. Just one single flower. And after two weeks of it, you were slowly assembling a nice bouquet of flowers. There was no way for certain to know if it was Billy but you just knew in your gut it was him. Not many people knew where you lived and you knew it wasn't any of them. But the idea of Billy coming here to leave flowers for you made your stomach flip around on you like a fish out of water. It was an intimate and soft gesture that no one had ever bothered to bestow you before. You had wondered why he didn't just turn up at your place when you were there, he knew what time you got off work. But again, maybe he didn't want to face you. Maybe this was new and strange for him. You honestly had no idea what went on in that head of his. He seemed like he didn't know either half of the time. 

As you stepped out of the elevator, you frowned softly as disappointment wrapped around you. There was no flower tonight. You wondered why. Maybe he was done now, maybe there would be no more flowers. You tried not to be bothered by it as you went inside. The flowers were in a large vase on the dining table. It was a mix of lilac-colored roses, wine-colored carnations, white snapdragons, and pink alstroemeria. You idly wondered if he was getting them one by one or if he’d bought a bouquet and was taking care of them as he sent them over to you. Either way, they were beautiful. Your brain had been in non-stop mode since Billy decided to stop seeing you and you hadn’t been sleeping well. The scent of him in your bed had long faded which made you sad and you weren't sure if he’d ever show his face again. So with a deep sigh, you moved into your bedroom and got into your tank and short pajamas. Knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep, you moved back into the living room and turned on the TV as you curled up on the sofa, hoping to find something to watch. You were flicking through the channels feeling bored when there was a loud frantic knocking at your door. You sat up, squinting at the door. The loud rapping happened again so you stood and hurried to the door. When you swung it open, Billy was standing there. Billy who was covered in blood, breathing heavily and a wild look in his eyes like he was about to snap. 

“Oh my god, Billy!” you gasped, yanking him inside and slamming the door shut. Your brain was firing off on all cylinders as you lifted his t-shirt, eyes rapidly looking for the wound the blood had come from. 

“It's not my blood,” he muttered tensely. He was holding his body tightly and unmoving. You glanced up at his words but your hand was still fisting his shirt. Maybe you should have been scared by his words or the dark look in his eyes. Maybe you should have gasped and moved away from him, cowering in fear. Yet you did neither. You didn't move from where you were, right in front of him. 

“Whose is it?” you asked calmly. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of fear of judgment in your tone but his body seemed to relax, but the crazed look in his eyes didn't waver. 

“The guy that did that to you,” he stated simply, voice holding a barely concealed rage. You blinked at him for a moment as your brain tried to digest what he’d just told you.

“You killed him?” you asked carefully. Again, you weren't scared. And honestly, you didn't hold any remorse either. The guy wasn't a good person and you doubted you’d been his first victim, nor be his last. Billy’s eyes seemed to dart everywhere at once before they landed back on you and he nodded.

“Asshole hurt you, tried to… I don’t take to kindly to someone fuckin’ with my girl,” he bit out. His words made warmth bloom in your chest as you looked at his raw and vulnerable face. You weren't quite sure what to say because thank you didn't seem enough on its own. So you closed what little distance was between you, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. 

He didn't move at first. Didn’t react at all like he was in shock. But then his bloodied hand came to your face, his other your waist as he kissed you back. It was the most tender kiss you’d shared with him. There were no feral intentions, no desperate need for each other. It was slow and sweet. When you moved away, you gave him a smile.

“Thank you,” you murmured sincerely. His face lit up at your words, a smile on his own face. It was different to all of the others you'd seen him wear though. It was boyish, almost shy as he ducked his head with a shrug. You weren't quite sure what to do or say now, but your eyes drifted to his blood-soaked clothes and skin.

“We need to get you in the shower,” you mused, already thinking about how to dispose of his clothes. You weren't about to let him go away for this. Not when he’d done it for you. You felt like a weight had been lifted knowing that asshole was dead. Especially after what he’d done to your car. It had been in the shop since and Elissa had been giving you a ride to and from work. You knew he wouldn't have let this go and you’d always be looking over your shoulder. And you’d also had nightmares about it. Something you weren't quite proud of. But now you didn't need to worry, didn't need to fear he’d pop up out of nowhere like the first time he’d attacked you because he was gone. Billy nodded, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom. 

“I love the flowers by the way,” you said softly, glancing at him as he stripped. 

“Good,” he stated simply, not looking at you. You could see he was feeling a little bashful so you decided not to press it. You moved to turn the shower on, messing with the settings and Billy moved behind you. He settled his hands on your hips, nuzzling your neck sweetly and you smiled. It was strange. Billy had been a whirlwind since he’d come into your life, making you feel things you’d never felt before. He made you feel upside down and inside out and more vulnerable than ever in your life. You never thought you’d find someone to care about you this much, and you knew now that he did care. And you’d admit you cared about him too. You couldn't believe you’d found someone who would do anything for you. Including literally murdering someone. You couldn't lie to yourself any longer, he wasn't just a customer to you, not anymore. He hadn't been in a long time. 

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Wizards of Waverly Place:

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things (Max Russo x Fem!Reader)

Introduction & Cast

Chapter 1: Strange News

More coming soon...

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Y/n: when we first met you, we thought you were weird and annoying.

Justin:

Max:

Jerry:

Theresa:

Harper:

Alex:

Justin: and?

Y/n: and you are.

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Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things"

Introductory post !!!

Max Russo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 (more coming soon...)

Synopsis:

When the usual becomes unusual all because of one girl…

Professor Crumbs never dropped by for casual visits. His sudden arrival carried grave news: A soul transfer by a nymph to a mortal girl, giving the mortal magical abilities. The girl, unaware of her new powers could fall victim to death or insanity if her powers were left untrained or weren't fully removed.

The Russo's weren't sure how exactly they played into this but once told that the only clue on finding this girl was her recent move to New York, alongside her family- things made more sense.

"So you want us to kidnap her?"

Naturally, none of the Russo's expected to actually bump into this girl, especially not Max. But upon bumping into the new girl at school, things took a sharp turn.

That girl was you.

Caught in a whirlwind of cheesy romance, clichéd tropes, and something as unreal as magic was you, painfully aware of how ridiculous everything seemed to be.

"Why does it feel like we're in a sitcom?"

But this wasn't a sitcom. Behind the sandwiches and spells was an ugly truth.

"You might die. Emphasis on the 'might'."

The 'might' didn't make it feel any better when everyone was so serious.

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Y/N L/N

"What in the bippity boppity boo is this..?"

"So you kidnapped me?"

"Oh no. I have magical powers. What a catastrophe."

"Why does it feel like we're in a sit-com?

Max Russo

"So yeah, we need to not not kidnap you. So I think that means we need to kidnap you."

"You like sandwiches too?"

"I can't believe you guys thought I wouldn't do something so stupid."

"You have beautiful eyes...like olives. I think I'm hungry."

Justin Russo

"Does it not get through your thick skull? You have magic powers and need our help to help you control them. Thus, you should totally follow us into this cramped corridor. So what if we're strangers?"

"You might die. Emphasis on the 'might'."

"Since I'm the student body president, your actions affect my reputation. SO STOP THIS. Thank you"

Alex Russo

"When did the music get so romantic and WHY IS MAX HOLDING A BOUQUET?"

"Isn't it fun? You have magical powers, so what if you might explode. Yeah no, that sounded better in my head."

"Relax, without stupid people we wouldn't have anyone to laugh at, right Max?"

"Try this spell, it might work. I found it in this book- "Definitely Not Curses". See, they aren't curses."

Harper Finkle

"Like my new outfit?  Only made of bubblewrap and cardboard."

"I don't think anyone needed to see that.."

"Why does she get magic powers and I don't? Oh, she might die? Nevermind."

Jerry & Theresa Russo

"They'd make a cute couple, right Jerry?" "Agreed"

"That's it Jerry. I need an explanation, now." "Argh..! Max, word your sentences better..!"

"That girl could die." "I know."

Professor Crumbs

"No Justin, I am not taking you on an escapade."

"Oh, I didn't expect them to actually find you."

"This is quite an interesting case, truly. I just don't understand why the Nymph chose you."

"Anyone for some tea?"

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's from Wizard's Of Waverly Place, all credits go to Disney for the character's used from their franchise. The only characters I claim ownership of are one's I invented myself. 

Author's Note: Hello guys, I'm Brownie and this is my first story on this fandom (or anything Disney really). This is supposed to be a crack-fic but it still has a plot and is still taken seriously by me. When I say 'crack', I mean that the MC (you) is VERY self-aware- and obviously Y/N isn't Candace but that's the kind of vibe I'm going for. I'm talking about the "this is the eleventh time we've bumped into each other today" OR "Why does it feel like we're in a rom-com movie" kind of humor. BUT because I'm recently in LOVE with Max Russo, the character, I JUST HAD to start writing this. Not to mention, there's a lack of fics on this fandom and him specifically (I'm on a mission to change that)

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best friend's brother. ( justin russo x reader )

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Justin had spent years drowning out Alex and Harper's conversations but even he was intrigued by their excited squeals and happy jumping. The pair had earned stares from many of the customers and when it was apparent that Alex was no longer working, Justin approached the duo with an irritated sigh, moving behind Alex who was behind the cash register, handing Max the order before turning to the two girls.

"In case you haven't noticed, we're really busy right now and you're supposed to be - what's the word? Helping!"

Alex scoffed, "I am helping." She tossed straws at a table and Justin's eyebrows rose when the handful of straws hit the person in the face, falling onto the table and the floor. "See?"

"We're just excited." Harper smiled at the eldest Russo. "Your parents agreed to a sleepover. On a school night!"

"What?" Justin looked at his sister who laughed.

"I know! Y/N's parents had to go out of town so mom told her mom that she could stay here and agreed to let Harper stay as well."

"Y/N is staying here? When?"

"Tonight. And tomorrow and the day after that." Alex replied.

"I can only stay tonight." Harper pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, that's terrible -" Justin noticed more customers arriving and departed to hand them menus, rapidly telling them the specials before returning to the two teenagers. "So, when is she coming over?"

"In an hour." Harper stood up, "That reminds me I better go get ready for tonight. Ah! I can't wait!"

"An hour, huh?" Justin rested a hand on the countertop as he stood across from Alex who was growing suspicious of his interest in the sleepover. "And w-where is she sleeping?"

"My room, duh." Alex smirked, "Why do you want to know so much anyway? Are you attracted to her?"

"Guys, order up!" Max called.

Justin scoffed, "Wha- no!"

"Guys!" Max yelled louder.

Justin took the opportunity to retreat and Alex's amused gaze followed him as he went to collect the orders. "Now unlike you, I have work to do."

"Uh-huh."

A short while later Justin was in the kitchen helping Max clear up after the lunch rush when you arrived, pulling a suitcase and when he heard Alex call your name he looked through the hatch to see you heading upstairs.

"Dude!" Max called when he left the kitchen. By the time he made it upstairs you and Alex were gone, your suitcase in the hallway, and his mother informed him that you and Alex had gone to meet Harper.

Inwardly he groaned before heading back to the substation to help Max who complained about doing most of the work, leading the two to argue before their father intervened.

You entered the substation a few hours later carrying bags from clothing stores and Justin turned when you called his name desperately.

"Justin, help me!"

He abandoned the table he was taking orders from and took as many bags as he could. You sighed in relief and he raised an eyebrow at Alex and Harper who entered.

"My hero."

Alex scoffed while Justin stammered, clearing his throat before helping you take the bags upstairs. "What about my bags?"

"Did your arms fall off?" He called over his shoulder.

"Did your arms fall off?" She mocked.

You laughed at the siblings as you all made your way to Alex's bedroom, and you dropped the bags onto the floor, sighing in relief. "I remembered why I hate shopping with you."

"You didn't have to buy them," Alex argued.

"But they looked cute on me!" You pouted.

"It's true. They did." Harper agreed.

"Everything looks cute on you," Justin mumbled, but he was close enough for you and Alex to hear.

"Thank you." You smiled at the eldest Russo. "She!" You pointed at Alex accusingly, "Said I looked 'okay'." You used your fingers as quotes.

"Uh, hello? Pink ruffles?" Alex collapsed onto her back on the bed and you giggled as you mimicked her actions.

"I just didn't want Sarah to get them. Remember that dress I waited a while for? She went out and bought the last one."

"That's terrible!" Harper frowned.

"I had it reserved." You rested on your elbows to meet her gaze, your hair framing your face and Justin couldn't look away. "I paid extra and they didn't even give me a refund! Just a stupid coupon."

Theresa entered the bedroom, surprised to find Justin voluntarily listening to your latest shopping spree. "Justin, your father wants you downstairs. Now."

Justin walked out with his mother and Alex rolled her eyes, shaking her head at how easily your presence dumbed down his high IQ.

Later that night you and Harper joined the Russo family for dinner and when your parents called to check in, you went onto the balcony and Justin kept glancing over as you paced while on the phone.

Alex and Harper went to the substation to get snacks while they waited and when he saw you sit down outside, Justin decided to go out and check on you.

"Everything okay?" He closed the door behind him as you turned in surprise, sending him a small smile.

"Yeah," You looked out at the view below as he stood next to you, "It's strange...it's the first time I've ever stayed away from home and my parents are not even in the same city."

"Well, you have nothing to worry about," Justin sent you a small smile, "Between Alex's snoring and Harper talking in her sleep, you'll never fall asleep so you can't have a nightmare."

Laughter fell from your lips and Justin chuckled, his smile growing when you leaned into him. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch."

He shook his head, "You can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch."

You would argue with him but you knew from experience it was a losing battle. "You're always so nice to me."

"Don't tell Harper but you are my favorite out of Alex's friends." He said. You bumped your shoulder with his, smiling softly. "I'm serious!" He grinned.

You met his gaze with a smile, "You're my favorite Russo." You kissed his cheek and Justin stood frozen, afraid to breathe and ruin the moment. "Goodnight, Justin."

You went back inside and joined your friends in front of the television. Justin went to his room and came down when the movie ended with a pillow and a blanket. You walked out of Alex's room and headed to the living room as he was setting up the couch.

"Goodnight." You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes met.

"Night," Justin replied.

You went upstairs to his bedroom and found it unsurprisingly cleaner than Alex's. You smiled softly as you glanced around, seeing the posters and the blue wallpaper. The books overflowing on the bookcase made your smile grow. The room screamed Justin Russo and it was comforting that night.

You climbed into the bed and lay gazing up at the ceiling. You were exhausted, and from your many glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was quickly becoming morning, yet you still couldn't sleep.

Like you, Justin was replaying the moment on the terrace although his eyes were closed, his brain was running a mile a minute trying to figure out what it meant. You said favorite Russo, not Russo Brother, and kissed his cheek. What did it all mean?

"Justin?" He turned when you whispered his name and sat up, finding you in the glow coming through the doors leading to the terrace. "Are you asleep?"

"No." He paused when Harper's sleep-talking echoed down the hall, and you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your giggles. "I did warn you."

"You did."

"What's wrong?" He asked, standing up as you approached the sofa.

You took a deep breath as you approached him. "I'm gonna say something and until I do, I don't think I can sleep ever again so here goes." You cleared your throat, "I know I'm younger than you, and you probably have a girlfriend and I made things super awkward earlier by kissing your cheek and telling you I had feelings for you, but I have to know if there is even the slightest possibility you could like me back."

Justin stood for a moment in stunned silence before shaking his head. "No." Before you could step away he grabbed your arm and lowered his hand to yours, closing the gap between you. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. And there isn't a possibility, I'm a hundred percent certain that I like you. I thought you wouldn't like me because, well, I am your best friend's brother."

"I thought you would see me as the weird younger kid with a crush." You sighed, taking his other hand.

Justin smiled, "You aren't that weird."

"Hey!" You pouted, exclaiming quietly to avoid waking anyone else.

"I'm kidding." He chuckled, wetting his lips anxiously as he lifted a hand to your cheek. "While you do have questionable financial choices, I like everything about you. You're amazing, Y/N. I wouldn't change a thing."

You smiled fondly, your breath hitching when he leaned in, closing your eyes as your lips met. You melted into the kiss, heart hammering in your chest and knees growing weak as he placed his free hand on your back, bringing you closer.

You were both too consumed in the moment that you didn't register the footsteps growing closer until the light turned on, blinding you briefly until you turned to the culprit, your eyes widening when you saw an equally surprised Alex.

"Urgh, gross!" She groaned. "Okay, first rule, no kissing around me. Urgh!" She walked to the refrigerator to get a drink before leaving and you looked at Justin seconds before she turned the light off.

You covered your mouth as you fell onto the couch, giggling as he joined you. "We are never going to hear the end of this."

You bit your lip as he turned to you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa as he moved closer. "I have to live with her." He smiled, cradling your cheek as you giggled. Not wishing to be disturbed a second time, you put your hand on his chest when he leaned in to pick up where you left off and took his hand, pulling him upstairs and Justin smiled when he realized your plan.

He closed his bedroom door as he took in the view of your features illuminated by the lamp you had left on. You smiled when he closed the distance between you with large strides, placing your hands on his cheeks as he kissed you, his hands resting on your hips as he held you closer.

You didn't know what this spelled for your friendship with Alex. She did not like sharing and Justin knew there were many arguments ahead when she would undoubtedly interrupt your dates or any time you spent together. But at that moment nothing else mattered, you would figure it all out along the way. For now, you savored the moment alone, high off the feel of his kiss and your confessions. Little did you know there was one more secret he was keeping from you.

[oxangejuice]

Hiii could you do a max Russo (wowp) x reader please? Where he’s all soft with the reader 🥺

i’m collecting the russo’s like infinity stones

♯. suga suga — max russo

warning: none blurb

you/yours pronouns are used!

“OKAY, CLOSE your eyes.”

BEING A wizard had it perk and Max Russo knew that he was lucky to have his magic, but if he knew his partner would fly into his life he would say that they were the absolute best thing in the world

You never believed in the supernatural solely because of how they were portrayed on television and movies.

But after meeting the Russo’s and Harper… nothing could shock you any more… at least that’s what you thought.

“Okay… open.”

Once you opened your eyes, you stood in silence for a moment. You had been standing in the kitchen of the sub shop and furrowed your brows.

“Your kitchen?” You questioned.

He chuckled softly, taking his wand out of his back pocket and quickly changed the setting of the sub shop into a more luxurious setting.

He pointed his wand towards you and changed your outfit from your more laid back style into something a little more fancy.

“A dinner for two.” He smiled.

Max wasn’t a huge romantic and he normally kept all is relationships to himself, but you were different and he felt like you deserved to have the best in everything.

lucy’s notes: screaming so loud i’m sorry i was on a break :)