#the betrayal russo

[mylambandmartyr]

Imagining Billy Russo being Butch/transmasc is soooo much more interesting than what he has going on in the show.

[lesbians4armand]

billy russo and frank castle are alternate universe versions of dorian gray and basil hallward. im right

[ruminate88]

This is so true! Also, remind yourself that an apology now is not going to change the past. Forgiveness SETS YOU FREE but also takes some weight off that person who hurt you. Don’t you know they’re already buried in enough shame??

Why do you think they hurt you so much?? They’re already hurting and they project that hurt on you. NOW you’re left feeling as bad as them. However, be willing to deal with the hurt and trauma. You are able to face it and face the shame. Don’t run from it all! Confront it. Sit uncomfortably in it all and remember healing is possible!! You won’t always feel so bad.

You can only heal yourself. You can’t heal the ones who hurt you. Hope for them, pray for them and let them go free. Don’t chase them and hang their sins over their heads. I don’t know all the answers to why they came into your life and brought you so much pain but moving forward, you have so much life and self to learn and discover. You can get more in touch with your higher self and purpose. ❤️‍🩹

You should forgive yourself, love yourself enough to do what’s right and best for you from now on. Feed and nurture your soul. Seek out truth in life. Seek out inner peace and allow yourself to be transformed into the image in which you were created. Don’t run back to the past and try to fight it or “Right the wrongs”. They’re not your’s to right!!!

Finding a greater purpose on this earth is worth more than goals or dreams. Let all your old habits and beliefs go. Embrace a brighter today! Take in a deep breath and relax your whole being. Rest into existence and let it be enough. Stop worrying about what you have to accomplish or who you want to be. Love your enemies enough to become the example they need to see. Show them how to heal shame and hurts of the past.

You have no control over those who hurt you. You can’t think or feel for them. You can only think and feel where you’re at. REST. HOPE FORWARD. PEACE WITH YOU. LOVE GUIDING YOU ❤️‍🩹 FORGIVENESS STILL!

[wileys-russo]

Alessia Russo, "i want you, nobody else" at a party

prized cow II a.russo

"what about her? or him? or her? or her? or him?" you rolled your eyes at the younger girls insistent pointing, smacking her hand down and shaking your head.

"none of them?" vic gasped in shock, two drinks too many having her squinting up at you as you couldn't help but chuckle. "no shock you're single mate, standards are too high." kyra added on with a tut as you shoved her where you were stuck sat between them.

"its not them-" "-its you!" kyra and vic chimed out in sync, sharing a look and bursting out laughing causing your cheeks to heat up bright red. "shut up! i'm not that predictable. am i?" you mumbled, necking your drink as the dutch beside you patted your leg.

"you are." both of them spoke in sync again, their loud rambunctious laughter having you wince, thankfully drowned out by the thundering bass pumping in the club you'd all met up at for katies birthday.

thing one and thing two still continuing on their mission to hook you up with a stranger, something you'd long given up begging them to stop, you caught lia's eye across the room as she glanced over, giving her a pleading look which had her lips curling in amusement.

"you two!" the girls beside you fell silent as the swiss appeared, giving them a stern look and pointing her thumb behind her, how quickly vic and kyra cleared off making you grin as lia replaced them sitting beside you.

"what is wrong hm? you have been sat here all night!" lia questioned as you snaked a mouthful of her drink before she snatched it away. "i have not! i was dancing with your girlfriend and laia just ten minutes ago. the girlfriend you haven't even told half the team about!" you teased as she gave you a look.

"stop deflecting." "i am not!"

another look.

"fine. i'm just sick of everyone trying to set me up with someone, why won't they just mind their own business and leave my love life to me?" you huffed moodily, crossing one leg over the other and exhaling.

"they're just trying to help-" "i don't need help! i'm happy, i am." you pushed with a frown, lia slinging an arm over you as you sighed and leaned into her.

"i will have a word to the girls about backing off." the older girl murmured, pinching your cheek as a small smile crept back onto your face. "thank you." you gave her a side hug, a sense of relief beginning to settle in.

"besides. i already told you, ana is single!" you leapt away from the swiss with a grimace on your face. "lia!" you huffed in betrayal as she grinned, downing the last of her drink.

"only joking." she assured patting your knee and starting to stand to head over to the bar. "you are not her type anyway!" the swiss winked, disappearing to grab another drink as you shouted after her and flipped her off.

catching kyra and vic speaking to rosa you noticed all three seemed to be trying to sneak glances over to you, and not wanting to wait around and see what they were plotting you quickly stood and made a beeline toward the bathroom.

once inside you exhaled heavily, the moment the door slammed behind you the quiet that followed much needed to help you clear your head as you started toward the sink.

before you could even take another breath the door banged open again, a blonde blur zooming through and slamming it closed after herself as bright blue eyes met yours.

"hi." "hi."

you couldn't help but smile as you noticed the slight blush on her cheeks, the same you could feel creeping up the back of your neck as she stepped closer.

"i feel like i haven't seen you all night." alessia pondered, her fingers nudging yours where your arm by your side and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the bolts of electricity which shot up at your arm at her touch.

"i've been avoiding you." you spoke bluntly, her face falling before she noticed your grin and her eyes rolled. "hilarious." she muttered sarcastically, shoving you and smiling down at the floor as the pair of you stood side by side leant against the sink.

"has kyra been bothering you?" alessia questioned softly, and you could feel her concerned gaze pan over the side of your face but as soon as you turned to look back at her it was trained to the floor again.

"jealous?" you smiled softly, bumping your shoulder gently into hers, your fingers now brushing against hers where your hands hung side by side, pinkies slowly intertwining making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"no!" alessia answered quickly, the two of you finally sharing a look and a grin before returning your gazes to the tiled floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

"she's been trying to sell me off like a prized cow, vic too." you chuckled, the electricity bolts returning as alessia now properly took your hand in hers.

"well now i'm jealous." alessia admitted quietly though you didn't miss the way her lips curled upward. "should be, i'm worth a fair bit of money russo." you teased softly, squeezing her hand and bumping your hip into hers again.

"oh i know. who went shopping with you yesterday?" alessia challenged looking up as you scoffed. "i told you i would pay for my own stuff! but you-" you started to argue, a laugh and a pair of very familiar lips shutting you up as they pressed against yours.

"we could just tell them about us." you were again caught off guard by the words that followed, alessia's taller form caging you in against the counter you were pressed against, pulling away and speaking up.

"i thought you weren't ready yet? there's no pressure less, i know i said that stuff about kyra but-" again, cut off with pale pink lips moving against yours.

"well i've been thinking about it and we could start with just a few of our close friends, our parents have kept it hush." your girlfriend mused making you smile, her hand dropping yours as they both settled on your hips, yours winding around her neck.

"our friends mouths are much bigger than our families." you reminded with a snicker of amusement making the blonde chuckle. "well we have to start somewhere, and i think i'm ready. if you are!" alessia clarified quickly, worry flickering momentarily through her eyes as you nodded.

"i am. this is still...new, but i like it." you assured with a nod, pecking her lips twice and enjoying the way the tips of her ears reddened.

"new? babe its been two months!" alessia laughed as you rolled your eyes which flickered to the door as you thought you heard it open but it stayed closed.

"maybe, but its your first time dating a girl!" you reminded poking her nose as she rolled her eyes but nodded, unable to argue the fact that all of this had indeed been something new for the pair of you.

"well i am ready, at least for a few of the girls to know. i want you, nobody else." alessia assured as you blushed and she beamed, kissing your flushed cheeks.

"and then maybe they'll stop trying to sell you off like a prized cow." your girlfriend teased as you gasped, opening your mouth to tell her off but once more your words were swallowed by her lips locking with yours.

"you can't just kiss me to shut me up whenever you want you know?" "oh no? watch me."

[suckerforblondeathletes]

I still don't forgive you..- Alessia Russo

Alessia Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your fear for animals in a zoo makes Alessia laugh, upsetting you. You plan on making her pay but it seems that didn't go to plan...

Warnings: SMUT, Kissing, oral (alessia receiving), fingering (Alessia receiving) cussing, uhhh I think that's it.

Authors note: Hey guys! So I found this draft and decided to post it!

"Absolutely not." You said, sitting on the couch in the middle of the England training facility along with your girlfriend Alessia, Ella, Mary, and Leah.

"Come on babe it will be fun!" Alessia whines and grabs your hand, giving you begging eyes as you shake your head.

"No, I am not going to the zoo. I don't like animals, let alone ones in Australia."

Alessia and Mary were trying to convince you to go to a zoo in Australia, but you never have liked animals. You thought any animals other than a dog or cat were terrifying.

That all started when your brother used to pick you up and try to feed you to the giraffes in the zoo when you were little, and he would tell you stories of lions jumping out of their cages and eating little girls who played soccer.

"Please babe I will do anything. I want you to go with us." Alessia begs and you meet her eyes. Anything?

You hum and think about it for a moment, thinking about all the things you could make her do. Buy you food, new clothes, make her clean the bathroom and your cats litter box for a week. The ideas were limitless.

"Sure, but I will have to think about what I want you to do." Immediately after you said that Mary and Ella made gagging noises.

"Eww guys do that somewhere else, my eyes are innocent and childlike." Mary says making Alessia blush. You roll your eyes and flip Mary off.

"Not like that you creep." You stand up to go get some water and kiss Alessia on the lips before leaving, leaving her blushing and your teammates teasing her.

-

Here you are, holding Alessia's hand for dear life as you walk into the zoo with the England team.

"Alessia I don't like this." You say in her ear as you pass a turtle cage.

She soothes your hand before kissing your temple.

"Its okay." You hear her say, but she stops talking and you hear snickering next to you.

You whip your head to the blonde who is trying to stifle her laughs with her hand. Your jaw drops and you stare at her in betrayal.

"Alessia Russo what's so funny?" You stop walking and look at her. Ella makes oooing noises behind the two of you like a kid in school would if someone got yelled at.

“Nothing! Nothing is funny I just..” Alessia gets interrupted by Ella.

“She was making fun of you, you should definitely get her back.” Ella says tapping Alessia’s shoulder.

You think for a moment, you should get her back and make her pay.

“I won’t kiss you for a whole day. Until tomorrow at 2pm.” You look down at your phone, the time is 2:12pm, a whole day would be tomorrow at 2:12pm.

Alessia’s jaw drops as Ella laughs out loud. You give her a smirk before walking away, but turning back when you see a cheetah in an enclosure.

“No you didn’t. You’re a liar babe.” Alessia says in disbelief and tugs on your arm. You turn to her and shake your head.

“Nope, payment is payment. Maybe you shouldn’t have laughed at me.” You look at her, her jaw still open and her blue eyes scanning your face for a lie.

“Babeeeeee” She whines and leans in to kiss you, you ducking you head and dodging the kiss. This would be a wild day.

-

You all get back to the hotel and you and Alessia go to y’all’s room, when you get in the room she doesn’t say anything but stares at you like she is waiting for something.

You notice this and turn to her, “do you need something?” You ask innocently. She gives you begging eyes and walks up to you.

“Love please let me kiss you I hate this.” She begs and grabs your waist making your knees buckle slightly, but you stand strong and true to your word.

“You shouldn’t have laughed at me Russo.” You say and softly slap her chest. She drops her jaw in shock again at your response.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t funny please I won’t do it again.” She whines and grabs your waist tighter.

“Hmmm after the team dinner, maybee” you drag out the E at the end and stroke her cheek before backing out of her hold and into the bathroom to get ready.

She smiles and thinks of a way to make you want to kiss her. She remembers the dress she brought and it goes perfect for the nice place the team is going too.

You throw on a nice V neck suit jacket with nothing underneath, and matching black suit pants to go with it. Some shoes and your hair is down along with little mascara.

You walk out of the bathroom and see the blonde in a tight, mid thigh black dress. Your favorite dress, along with some black heels.

You still are taller than the blonde but by little now with the heels. You smirk and walk up to her and grab her hips, pulling her into you.

“Do you like it?” She asks and smirks at you.

You smile back and lean into her neck to lay kisses along the side of it. Resulting in a whimper of pleasure from Alessia.

“This isn’t fair” she whines but you continue kissing her neck. Your hands running down to her ass and up her back.

Pulling away you look at the lustful expression on her face and smile.

“We don’t want to be late.” You leave her and grab your purse, leaving the room.

She is standing in the same spot with her jaw dropped once again at the fact you left her turned on like that.

She scoffs and leaves the room with out her wallet, knowing she is making you pay.

-

Sitting down, a sexually frustrated Alessia to your left and a blabbering Leah to your right, the night was perfect.

You see her squirm from the corner of your eye and you put your hand on her thigh.

She huffs and tries to move your hand higher, causing you to give her a warning glance before she huffs again and continues talking with Ella across the table.

Looking over to her to make conversation, you see her big blue eyes filled with need, her face flushed and she bites her cheek to keep quiet. That made all the restraint you had left leave and you pull her up from her seat.

"Wait- where are yall going?" Ella asks mid bite, a knowing smirk on Leahs face.

"I need help with something, won't take long." Finishing the sentence while looking at the blonde who pulls you to the bathroom needly.

"Don't have too much fun!" Yells Leah as she snickers with Mary next to her.

You ignore her and rush the woman to the bathroom, her not following too far behind.

Opening the family restroom and pulling her into it, closing the door you smash your lips onto hers, causing her to moan softly and press her back to the door.

Her hands fly to your hair and neck, pulling you closer. Your hands go to her waist and hips as your lips attack hers.

Moving lower, you kiss and lick her neck, causing her to moan and press your head closer to her.

Your hand slams to her mouth and her head throws back, her eyes flutter as her back arches into you. This is the neediest you have ever seen her, you pull her small dress up and pull her underwear down quick.

Moving down to your knees, you don't tease at all and immediately go to town on her clit, a loud moan is muffled by her hand, her other one going to your hair to pull you closer.

She grinds on your face as she moans into her hand, small tears slip from her eyes as she practically suffocates you by how hard she is pressing your face into her core.

Your middle finger slips into her wet pussy and she moans and grips your hair hard, grinding and moaning like a bitch in heat.

Your finger pumps in and out of her, knowing if you added another she wouldn't be quiet. You lap at her cunt as her hand moves slightly to speak.

"I-i'm close god i'm so fucking close.. keep fucking me like that.. yes yes yes please.." She slaps her hand over her mouth as she comes hard, grinding on your face as her hips stutter, legs shaking.

Her cum drips onto your fingers and down to your palm, you don't stop until she finally rides it out and you stand, shoving your fingers into her mouth.

"I still don't forgive you for laughing at me."

[leahsgf]

Can you write Alessia Russo x reader where reader has known her and Ella toone for years and is always watching their matches no matter what but reader and Alessia fall in love behind Ella’s back and then get found out?!

CAUGHT OUT - alessia russo

since before you could even remember, it had always been you and ella, the pair of you being practically attached at the hip from when you were babies, all the way up into adulthood. your bond only grew with time, and when she introduced you to alessia as young teenagers, the three of you very quickly became an absolutely inseparable trio - falling into eachother’s stride with ease.

you weren’t entirely sure where you ended and they begun.

even as you all got older and couldn’t physically see each other as much as you used to - with them both at the peaks of their careers, and the travel and demands that came alongside that, and you caught up in your own career - you still remained a solid unit. your family.

you didn’t play football, you never had, having always been the scrawny little kid who was terrified of pe lessons, earning yourself the lifelong nickname ‘tiny’, which still stuck even as a fully grown adult. but you were there for every single one of your girls’ moments. rain or shine, no matter what side of the world, or how busy you were with work, you’d be in the stands, cheering them on.

today was no different - finding yourself sat at wembley, a stadium you’d come to learn inside and out, to watch them play. you always adored being at games, seeing your girls flourish always made you want to burst with pride. and likewise, they loved having you there, always playing their best when you were in the crowd- branding you their ‘good luck charm’, and constantly bickering over whose jersey you’d wear to the matches.

-

being such a tight knit group, and having such a set routine when it came to games - alessia’s transfer to arsenal changed things for the three of you. many things, in fact.

for almost the entirety of the time you’d known them, they’d played for the same teams - the only exception prior to this being alessia’s college days. for you, it came as an adjustment, a new team to learn about so you’d be able to fully understand and appreciate her future stories, different games to go to, and the realisation that your two favourite people were going to play against eachother at some point. at multiple points.

this also meant that most of the time when you were going to one of their games, you wouldn’t see the other. this didn’t make a difference when it came to the times you would go to watch ella play, but with alessia, it changed things. it blurred lines that the pair of you had previously forced yourselves to draw, using ella as an almost reason, signifying the fact you were best friends, and that’s all it was.

in fact, you actually had no idea at what point exactly you and alessia became more than friends. from the secret stolen kisses at sleepovers as teenagers for ‘practice’ to the lingering glances and touches that lasted just a second longer than friendly ones should, you weren’t even sure that you had ever truly been just that.

however, with the sudden absence of the pair of your’s best friend, and the physical representation of the walls put between you, said wall came crashing down - within alessia’s first week at her new club.

your relationship very quickly blossomed from that moment, a decades worth of hidden, suppressed feelings from both sides pouring out.

despite how obviously in love with each other you were, you had been terrified to reveal it to the world, specifically your world, not wanting to lose, or even slightly affect your friendship with her.

the arsenal girls had figured it out instantly the first time they met you, and had been sworn to secrecy by a very flustered and panicked alessia, which made matters even worse, and made what you were doing feel like even more of a betrayal to your best friend.

the months of sneaking around and not being able to tell ella about a relationship you were in for the first time in your life was killing you, and the more time that passed made it more awkward to come out and say to her.

there had been many close calls that didn’t help your stressing over her reaction, from the one time you had to climb out of alessia’s bedroom window when ella unexpectedly showed up demanding a girls night after training, and then had to wait twenty minutes outside before going around to the front door to pretend you’d just arrived, to the time you’d had to practically leap apart mid drunken make out when you had hosted a group of your friends at your apartment and one of them stumbled into the kitchen without warning, and thankfully (for you, not for her) it was only leah.

-

your cheeks flushed furiously as alessia spun you around, her and ella both immediately finding you after the final whistle had blown, and the lionesses solidified their well earned win.

“see tooney our little good luck charm always comes in handy!” the blonde patted your head after releasing you from her grasp - giggling when ella immediately latched onto you in response, ordering you to ‘pick her up’ after you’d already caught her in your arms.

“my girls! this calls for celebrations, come on, we’re going out!” she yelled, almost ear piercingly loud - quite literally for you, as you foolishly held her right next to your ear.

there was a group of the younger players who always went out to party after wins, and you naturally went along every time - having known most of them for the same time you’d known your best friends, practically being an extra limb to either one of them.

you hung around the locker rooms waiting for them to change and shower, rolling your eyes at the winks and nudges of beth and leah as they passed you, and shoving them away - catching a glimpse of alessia and ella closely behind them, particularly focusing on the former’s panicked expression.

-

the journey back to the team’s hotel was one that could only be described as loud and chaotic. you were sat on your girlfriend’s lap, squished between her and the seat in-front of you, and ella was sat next to you, so close that it was practically a pile up.

thankfully, she was too busy bellowing an interesting rendition of ‘islands in the stream’ to notice the blonde’s hand on your hip, pulling you flush into her and drawing little hearts and stars onto the exposed skin from where your shirt had risen up.

you and your best friends had always been touchy, so you on one of their laps was a regular occurrence, therefore there was no way in your mind that ella could find out.

-

you were back and being ushered into their room to get ready for the night ahead before you knew it - desperately attempting not to blush furiously as alessia helped you top up your makeup, following ella’s strict orders so you could all match.

“right i need to find mary she said she’d curl my hair! less, remember what i said! i know how clumsy you are just follow what i told you, yeah? mary! mary!” she didn’t even give herself a chance to finish her own sentence before she was darting out of the room, voice echoing the corridor and most likely gaining a future noise complaint in the process.

not even a second after she was out of sight, alessia turned to you with a grin that only you could read - pulling you into her.

“oh i’ve been desperate to get you alone all week, i’ve missed you baby.” she grinned, throwing her arms around you and peppering kisses all over your face before finally meeting your lips.

you melted into her touch, instantly being returned home just by the slightest trace of her fingertips in your hair, and laughing as she playfully pushed you down onto the bed.

you barely had time to register her the feeling of her lips, and the comforting weight of her on top of you before the sound of a door being flung open and a following gasp hit your ears.

alessia practically flew off of you as you threw your head back onto the pillow and scrunched your eyes closed. you knew exactly who it was without even needing to look.

“el we can expl-”

“MARY YOU OWE ME SO MUCH MONEY!”

and she was gone just as fast as she stumbled in, cackling as mary groaned from the next room.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Love, Sick Love

Chapter Six

Plot summary : Working at one of the shadier bars in Brooklyn, you have one rule; don’t mess around with the patrons. Most of them are criminals, dangerous. None more so than Billy Russo, but Billy believes that rules are made to be broken. Especially your rule. One lapse in judgement is all it takes for Billy to decide that you’re his, and he’s never been the sort of man to take rejection well.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Guns, crime, Frank Castle, and panic attacks. All chapters will deal with dark and smutty themes, including but not limited to stalking. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 4.9k

A/N : If you've see S.2 of The Punisher, some of this might seem familiar.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE

Master List

Chapter Six

It was always the same dream; painted horses, blood, broken glass, screams. Flickering light, muzzle flash, and that white skull.

Night after night it haunted him, terrorised him. 

He’d wake up a cold sweat, his heat racing over the half-remembered terror that he couldn’t even say for certain was real.

Once he was awake, there was no getting back to sleep. He sat up on the cold warehouse floor, surrounded by his crew, his brothers. They’d all agreed to sleep in the warehouse before the job they were about to pull for the sake of operational security. But not every man had stayed where he was supposed to.

Jake was gone. Vanished without a trace.

As Billy searched the warehouse for him, he felt an unbridled sense of anger filling him at the betrayal, and that anger quickly spiralled out into other angry thoughts.

Like last night.

He’d watched you on your date, watched you do everything you could to get over him and move past him. But Billy hadn’t let you. He’d seen the way you’d thrown yourself at Marc once you had him in your bedroom, and then he’d revelled in your disappointment the moment you realised that your condoms were gone.

Today, he knew you’d probably go to your building manager and ask for the locks on your apartment door to be changed. You’d never think of checking the window latch, you’d never notice how he’d rigged it so it didn’t fully lock anymore.

You’d never be able to keep him out. He wouldn’t let you.

You were his, whether you liked it or not, and Billy wasn’t going to give up on you.

He’d already spent so much time in your apartment, all those days you’d spent working the day shift, he’d spent showing himself around, learning everything he could about you. And, when he’d learned all there was to learn, he’d spent hours simply laying on your bed, remembering what it felt like to sleep beside you.

And, when he wasn’t in your apartment, he spent his days following you.

He’d followed you into the city that day, and you’d almost caught him on the subway.  It made it more fun for him, made him feel like a Marine again. He picked hiding places like he would a sniper's nest, turning you into a mark, a target. His recon taught him so much about you; where you liked to shop, your favourite coffee shop, and how you liked to lose yourself in the city crowds with nothing but your headphones for company.

He’d grinned as you approached someone wearing a similar jacket to his, as if you could somehow sense that he was following you and you were trying to find him. And, just like that, he unwittingly pulled you into a game of cat and mouse.

His nights were spent on the roof of the building opposite yours, observing you through a scope then, when he was sure you were sleeping, he’d climb up the fire escape by your bedroom window to watch you sleep, sometimes spending the whole night there.

Billy came to learn very quickly that you were more than happy to walk around your apartment wearing little to nothing, and on more than one occasion, he’d found his hand in his pants, fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Where the fuck is Jake?” One of the guys asked, loud enough to rouse everyone and pull Billy from thoughts of you.

Billy shrugged. “We’ll deal with him later. Get everyone up, we’ve got a job to do.

They had a plan, they’d spent weeks running drills and rehearsing, making sure everything went smoothly. It had given Billy purpose, and being with the guys had given him a sense of belonging and brotherhood that he’d been sorely missing.

And, once the plan was set in motion, Billy was able to focus, silencing everything else in his mind.

They got into the cars, each armed and with a mask. Billy looked down at his mask, remembering the day he’d decorated it, putting all of his pain and uncertainty into the design. Sometimes the mask felt more like a face than his own did and, when he was alone, he’d find himself hiding beneath it. But, today, it served a different purpose; to strike fear into those around him.

They entered the check exchange and things became a blur. The plan went off without a hitch and, in less than five minutes they had the money and were on their way out without even having to fire a shot. 

Billy felt good, he felt a rush of adrenaline like he hadn't felt in - fuck, he couldn’t remember how long.

“Hey, isn’t that Jake?” Someone shouted, waving at a figure coming down the street in Jake's clothes and the mask he'd gotten for the heist. “Hey, asshole, you’re late!”

“He’s not gettin’ a cut now,” someone else said.

Billy turned, expecting to see his friend, but immediately realised that there was something wrong...

At first it was the voice, a rough growl from beneath a devil mask - the mask that Jake should have been wearing. It wasn’t Jake’s voice but it sparked an uncomfortable recognition in Billy, enough to make him freeze.

“Russo!” It called out.

He turned, his heart pounding in his chest.

(It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t.)

He knew that he should leave, that they needed to get out of there before the cops showed up. But he couldn’t move.

The figure slowly pulled off the mask, confirming all of Billy’s worst fears. 

Frank.

Why was Frank there?

Pain and panic lanced through his chest, lungs burning as they refused to draw breath, and the world tilted on its axis as Frank opened his jacket and revealed the white skull daubed red with blood. His legs weakened and he almost dropped to his knees. His head shook, hoping he could wake himself from this new nightmare. But there was no escape.

Then there was a gun in Frank’s hand, an anger on his face that Billy had only ever witnessed a couple of times before, when they’d been pinned down by the enemy as Marines. Now, he was looking at Billy that way, glaring, wishing him dead before even lifting the gun.

Billy tried to force a breath, he felt claustrophobic, stifled by his mask. His mind continued to race, knowing that this was another piece of the jigsaw but not knowing where it fit into the picture. 

They were friends. They were brothers.

At least, in Billy’s mind they were.

But Frank had the skull painted across his chest, and the sight of it left Billy feeling inexplicably terrified and sick to his stomach.

All around him were shouts, his crew telling him that they needed to leave, but when their cries reached his ears they seemed like little more than distant mutterings.

Someone shot and, finally, Frank moved, lifting his gun and firing back. But Billy didn’t race for cover, didn’t move to lift his own weapon. All he could do was stand and watch, his feet firmly rooted in place by the panic and confusion that had forced the breath from his chest.

Without thought or care, he pulled off his mask, shaking his head again, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions that were tearing through him. The shots around him were barely noticeable over the ringing in his ears and the echo of his own racing heartbeat. 

(Why was Frank shooting at him?)

People were dying around him and it hardly registered. He just remained there, in the middle of the street. 

“Did you do this to me, Frank?” 

He heard the voice, loud and angry, broken and agonised. It took him a moment to realise that the shout had come from him. Although he didn’t want to admit it, it was the only thing that made any sense.

His head hurt. His face hurt.

Everything about the moment hurt.

Billy lifted his gun and repeated the question. “I said; did you do this to me, Frank?”

He pulled the trigger, even though his aim was wide - he wasn’t trying to hit Frank, just get an answer from him.

“You’re goddamned right I did,” came the answer over the din around them.

The words felt like a knife through his chest, slicing into his heart. He pulled the trigger, again and again, each shot getting closer and closer to Frank, a terrible gut wrenching scream leaving his lips. The gun clicked, the clip empty as he continued to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, there were arms around him; two guys pulling him into the car.

As they left the scene, Billy dropped his head into his hands, losing track of what was happening around him.

Somehow, on the drive back to the warehouse, amidst the yelling and the blaming, Billy managed to mostly pull himself together. When they got out of the cars, they divided the money up between them, and he sent two of the guys to look for Jake to find out what the fuck happened. Part of him knew that he should deal with the rat himself, but Billy had somewhere else he needed to be, someone else he needed to see.

You.

He needed you. He needed to see you, be near you. He wanted to hold you and lose himself in you.

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To say you were livid was something of an understatement. 

You were angry and scared. And you were exhausted. Fighting him all the time, looking over your shoulder and wondering if he was there, was so fucking exhausting.

First thing in the morning you’d been to see the building manager and asked to get the lock on your door changed, making up some excuse that your key kept getting stuck. He told you it could be done that day, but that it would cost you extra. You hated paying more, but keeping Billy out was more important, and you’d happily pay more to be able to sleep soundly that night.

After the previous night, you didn’t expect to see him again. You thought Billy would at least possess enough decency to give you some space. But decent and Billy were apparently mutually exclusive.

He was there when you reached the bar, earlier than usual and sitting at his usual table at the back. And, while he watched you enter the bar to start your shift, his gaze soon dropped back to the table in front of him, like he was deep in thought.

You looked at Jenna and she gave a shrug.

“He’s been like that for over an hour,” she said.

Good, you thought. Maybe he was feeling some remorse for what he’d put you through.

You got to work, chatting for Jeena and trying your best to avoid talking about your date with Marc.

“We’re going to see each other again some time,�� you told Jenna with a shrug, wanting to make it seem like the night hadn’t been a complete failure. 

An hour passed and Billy hadn’t moved from his seat, but you’d started to notice the way he kept touching and holding his head like he was in pain. At first, you did your best to ignore it - so what if he felt like shit? It was probably a bad hangover.

But when you noticed a couple of members of his crew slowly filter into the bar and avoid him, you felt an unwanted pang of concern.

You’d seen glimpses of how Billy could be, how he could struggle and how he sometimes seemed to lose control of himself. And, now, you could see that he was in pain. The trauma and damage of whatever had happened to him ran deep and, as angry as you were with him, you wanted to be the cause of his suffering, not his injuries.

You left it a little while longer, until you noticed him wave Jenna over for another drink.

“I’ll get it,” you told her. 

But, instead of reaching for his usual brand of whiskey, you grabbed a glass and filled it with water and ice.

Your stomach knotted as you approached him and placed the glass down in front of him.

“What -” he started and then stopped as he lifted his gaze and realised that it was you and not Jenna standing beside him.

“Drink that,” you told him.

“That’s not what I ordered.”

“Yeah, well, you look like shit, Billy, and if you puke, me and Jenna aren’t cleaning it up,” you said.

“I’m not some fucking little kid. I don’t need a babysitter,” he snapped.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” you snapped back, keeping your voice low so no one could overhear. “You’re lucky you’re in here at all after the shit you pulled last night.”

Before he could answer back, you turned away from him and headed back to the bar, telling Jenna that he was cut off. The way you said it was enough to tell her not to question why.

You made it another hour before things started to get quiet and you asked Jenna if she could close on her own. All you wanted to do was go home, have a hot shower and crawl into bed. You were tired, exhausted from staying up half the night, expecting Billy to let himself into your apartment again while you were sleeping.

More than that, you didn’t want to be around him when he looked so pathetic and broken. Despite everything he’d done to you, it was hard to hate him when he looked that way. And you were nothing if not set on hating him and burying all other feelings you might have for him.

Thankfully, Jenna agreed, still feeling guilty about making you cover for when her brother had been in the hospital. And, besides, it was quiet even for a Thursday.

You didn’t give her a chance to change her mind before heading in the back to grab your jacket and quickly leaving.

A sigh of relief slipped out as you stepped out into the cold night air and started your walk home, blissfully unaware that you weren’t alone until you dared to look over your shoulder. To his credit, he made no effort to hide and, honestly, he was hard to miss; tall, dark and miserable, his gaze fixed on you.

For a time you kept walking, wanting to just ignore him, but the closer he got, the more your blood started to boil.

“What do you want, Billy?” You said, finally stopping to confront him.

“I -” he paused awkwardly, like he didn’t have the answer, like he didn’t even know what he was doing, “- I wanted to say sorry. I just...”

You wondered if it was all an act, or if something had happened to him to spark this drastic change in him.

“Sorry for which part, Billy? Snapping at me? Breaking into my apartment? Fucking up my date with Marc?” You fired off question after question. At this point the list seemed endless and Billy had a lot to answer for.

Discomfort crossed his face at the mention of Marc.

“You deserve better than him.” 

“Really? And what do I deserve, Billy?” You asked angrily. “Someone like you who just wants to own me?”

“No, that’s not -”

“Someone who fucks me like I only exist for their pleasure?”

It was the first time you’d brought up the way that he’d fucked you and how it had made you feel. (Though, if you were to be honest, just because it had made you feel that way didn’t mean you hadn’t enjoyed it.) And, again, you saw a flicker of something uncomfortable on his face, as if your words were causing him physical pain.

“You - you liked it. I know you wanted it...” he said, managing to sound nothing short of uncertain.

Your heart gave an awkward squeeze in your chest when he didn’t fight back, when he didn’t make some smutty comment, or try to tell you what you wanted. Why wasn’t he fighting back?

“You never even bothered to ask what I wanted,” you answered back.

The words seemed to cut him, but that thought brought you no joy. What the fuck was going on with him?

“I -”

You watched as he shook his head, and you quickly started to realise that there was something wrong with him. He was usually so ready with a witty retort or a snappy answer but, now, he seemed almost lost in himself. This muted version of him unsettled you and you didn’t like it. You wanted the Billy who would take your rage, not the one who seemed like he might break if you said one more vicious word.

He moved before you could think to stop him, his hands holding your face as he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and pushing you back. Even the kiss felt different; although it was eager, it wasn’t demanding. Instead, there was a hint of desperation to it that had you hesitating before pulling away.

“Stop,” you gasped against his lips, your hands on his chest, pushing him away.

You heard him take a ragged breath before he spoke. “Please. I - I need you...”

You would have rolled your eyes at his begging if it wasn’t for the catch in his voice, the broken tone that spoke of a pain far greater than a simple headache. His hands stayed on your face, holding you in place while your eyes searched his, desperately trying to understand what was happening.

This - whatever the hell it was - was different. This wasn’t Billy trying to stake some claim on you or get into your pants. He seemed desperate, like he needed someone, needed you to be there for him.

Something had happened between the phone call last night and this evening, something far more than his headache. You thought back to the bar, back to how people had been avoiding him and how Jake hadn’t been with him. Something was going on and you knew that you needed to get to the bottom of it if you ever stood a chance of getting him to leave you alone.

You covered his hands with yours but made no attempt to pull them away from your face.

“What’s going on? What happened today, Billy?” You dared to ask, even though you’re sure it’d only end with you getting pulled further into whatever mess he’s involved with. “Why are you being like this?”

His chest shuddered as he took a ragged breath, a flicker of panic on his face as he realised that he couldn’t quite draw breath. The confident and controlled man that you knew disappeared and you weren’t sure what had replaced him. 

“Billy...” you said, trying to keep him grounded in the moment.

He pulled away and turned his back to you but you could still hear his awkward, gasped breaths. He was having a panic attack and you had no idea if you were the cause but you felt responsible.

“Every night,” he said, a hand lifting to the side of his head, fingers pressing roughly against his scalp. “Every night, the same thing comes at me, over and over. That - that fucking skull! A-and it was him all along!”

Every night. He was talking about his nightmares, like the one you’d witnessed him having in your bed.

“Who, Billy?” You ask, trying to understand. “I don’t know what you’re -”

“I couldn’t see it. I didn’t want to see it.” His words were broken and awkwardly forced out between disparate breaths. “I don’t understand why he’d - why would he do it? Why?”

Against your better judgement, you reached for him, your hand finding his shoulder, forcing him to face you. You regretted the decision immediately, almost drawing back when his wild eyes fixed on you.

“Billy, you’re scaring me,” you said quietly. 

It was an admission that you didn’t make lightly, but you didn’t know what else to say, how else to try and pull him out of whatever his was. Part of you wanted to just leave him there, but another part was worried it wouldn’t be as easy as simply walking away from him. In his current state, you weren’t even sure he’d let you leave.

“It was him,” Billy repeated.

“What was him, Billy? What did he do?”

“This!” He said, his hand held inches from his face.

Obviously something had finally shaken the memory loose in Billy, and as he’d predicted, he didn’t like what he’d remembered. Now he was being forced to try and unravel his traumatic memories.

“Why?” You asked. “Why did he hurt you?”

“I don’t -” he gasped for breath, trapped by his panic, “- I don’t know. I know that it was him, but I don’t feel it. In here, I don’t feel it...” He struck his chest above his heart. “My best friend. He was my best friend, my brother, but he was pointing a gun at me.”

“When? When did he point a gun at you?”

You knew that you were better off not knowing, that none of this was helping in your plan to get Billy out of your life, but seeing him standing there, in so much pain brought up your own painful memories.

“I’d give my life for him. My life!” he continued, seeming to ignore your question. “And he knows that. So why - why would he do this to me?”

His hand pressed against his head again, pain obvious on his face.

“Billy -” you tried again to snap him out of it.

“How did they make him hate me?” He said, every word sounding like it was agony to speak. “How can I trust anyone if I can’t trust Frank? He was family to me, all I had. Now there’s nothing, no one. I’m alone again.”

Without warning, he slammed the heel of his palm down against the side of his head, as if he was desperate to mute his emotional turmoil with physical pain. Again and again, he struck himself, seeming more fraught and more lost with every moment that passed.

“Billy, stop! You’re not alone,” you said before you could even stop to think about what you were saying. You just wanted him to stop, you wanted the whole fucking moment to stop. “You’re not alone, Billy. I’m right here.”

You dared to reach for him again, fingers wrapping tight around his wrist, pulling his arm towards you, finally managing to get his attention.

“You’re here?” He said with a shake of his head. “They were all here, but they were never really here. They let me in, but never all the way. They always left me on the outside. Don’t you understand?”

“I -”

Even though Billy was the one breaking down, his question left you feeling exposed. He always left you feeling exposed. It was the most terrifying thing about him. 

Your chest ached to see him in such pain because it was a pain you understood, albeit for entirely different reasons. You too had been betrayed by someone you cared about, someone you loved and, like Billy, you’d spent your life on the fringes, a perpetual outsider.

In the silence, he stared at you, desperate to hear your response. The only sound between you was his ragged breathing. It didn’t even occur to you that you were still holding his wrist, the perfect mirror of that night in your apartment weeks ago.

“You know I understand,” you said quietly. Another admission that you hadn’t ever wanted to make.

That was the problem with Billy; he saw too much. He saw you. And, finally you were starting to understand why. You were so alike in all the worst ways, and it was that thought that kept you with him, holding onto him despite everything he’d done because you knew how much it hurt to feel so lost and alone. After weeks of confusion, you were starting to understand him.

“You’re here?” He asked in little more than a whisper, the pain on his face easing a little.

“I’m here right now,” you said, knowing it was all you could offer him.

“Right now?” He repeated, a gut wrenching sadness in his voice.

“I can’t give you anymore than that,” you managed to force out, though your heart ached for this version of him. 

Billy just kept on staring at you with those dark eyes that betrayed so much of what he was feeling; the loneliness, the longing, the sorrow

When his hand found your cheek, you didn’t even think about pulling away, about putting up your guard and trying to keep him at a distance. You were lost in those eyes, staring into the void and watching it stare straight back. Finally, you could see him, and you knew that he could see you.

Then he started to lean and you felt your heart stutter, expecting things to rapidly escalate, for the strange bubble you found yourself in to be burst by wants and desires you knew you couldn’t reciprocate.

But his lips barely touched yours, the ghost of a touch, the promise of a kiss not realised. It was as if he was afraid, as if he now saw you as someone else who might betray or abandon him - and, what hurt most, was the thought that he was right.

Abandoning him was all you could do. It was the only certainty that you could offer him.

“Billy -” you whispered softly, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, finding yourself cut off by another gentle kiss.

“I can be gentle,” he said just as quietly, like that was the problem, like that was the reason you couldn’t be with him. “I can be anything you want, if you’d just want me...”

“That’s not -” you started to explain only to be interrupted by another tender kiss.

For a few sweet minutes, you lost yourself to him; to his gentle kisses and the way that he clung to you. It would have been a lie to say that some part of you didn’t want to surrender to him, to give in to the tenderness that you both seemed to need so desperately, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair. You couldn’t give Billy that and then walk away from him.

As much as he pissed you off, you didn’t want to hurt him like that.

“Billy, I can’t,” you finally managed, your free hand found his chest and gently pushed him back a step. “I’m sorry about whatever’s going on with you, but I can’t give you what you need - not because of you or how you are, but because of me and my issues.”

His hand remained stubbornly on your cheek, refusing to let you push him away completely. For a second he just looked at you, then he shook his head, unwilling to accept what you were telling him. His breathing still sounded forced, awkward, but not as bad as it had been.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he told you, “whatever you’re running from, I’ll protect you.”

With that, he moved forward again, kissing, though not softly like he had before, this time with more need, more urgency. And, oh, how you wanted to just give in to him, consequences be damned.

A shiver ran down your spine as his tongue slipped between your lips and his body pressed you back against the wall. The kiss silenced everything; your thoughts and doubts, the echo of your heartbeat, even the sounds of the noisy city. In that moment, you knew he was telling the truth, that he’d do whatever he could to keep you safe, but you also knew you couldn’t let him carry that burden.

“Billy -” you managed to gasp, gently pushing him back again, “- I can’t. We can’t.”

You braced yourself for more desperate pleas, for anger and upset. Instead, all you got was a shaky sigh and, when he closed the space between you, it was to rest his forehead against yours.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “I can’t stop. I won’t. Even if it takes the rest of my life to make you realise it, I’ll never let you go.”

And, then, he pulled away, turning and leaving you all alone on the dark, empty street. Your eyes followed him as your heart pounded wildly in your chest. When you found the strength to move, you found yourself thinking over what had happened and everything new that you’d learned, everything new that you’d felt.

He left you a wreck, unsure of yourself and what you wanted and, when you finally reached your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel angry at yourself for letting him confuse you. 

How could you want him? How could you feel anything for him after everything that he’d done? But, fuck, the way he’d kissed you, the tenderness that you hadn’t even realised that he possessed - you couldn’t help but wish your circumstances were different and that you’d met him somewhere else, and that your life wasn't so complicated.

End Note : I lost track of time so I'm posting this a bit late. I feel kind of dirty for repurposing a conversation that Billy had with Krista in the show but I really wanted to do something similar. Anyway, this was a little glimpse into Billy's side of things and I hope you enjoyed it!

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MAD AT GOD SAGA - FULL MASTERLIST

Mad At God - Daredevil Canon: Romantic Matt/DD X Livia/Exodus

World Class Sinner - Punisher Canon: Platonic Frank x Livia , Situationship Billy Russo x Livia

MAG

Season 1 : Livia and Matt were friends since college, though they both have a secret from one another. When the sunsets and the Devil roams Hell’s Kitchen, there’s one person who seems to get in the way, Exodus.

Season 2 : With the Fisk situation behind her, Exodus tries to move forward without Daredevil. But as fate would have it, that shift changes Y/N’s relationship with Matt. The two start to wonder if maybe those lives are more interconnected than they first believed.

Season 2b (Defenders) : Time heals all wounds, until they’re reopened. Livia and Matt try to leave Exodus and the Devil behind, but when an old face returns with a new vendetta, those personas are revived. Guilt, revenge, blood, death. All prices that the Kitchen’s vigilante duo has to pay, and fate is a cruel mistress who comes to collect.

Season 3 : Round and round she goes. Just when she feels her life is on track and her emotions can occur without her own interference, her old enemy of Wilson Fisk begins to play games. Forced to choose between new friends and old, play the part or stand alone, life or death, things become as dangerous as they’ve ever been.

WCS

Season 1: With daredevil dead, exodus returns from Quantico unsure of who she should be. fighting nightmares and deja vu, small sparks threaten to revive something saved for matt murdock before a shocking betrayal rattles New York’s two most dangerous vigilantes.

Season 2 : Livia finds herself caught amidst another two sided war. With the reemergence of Billy Russo and a new brutal threat, she takes up her vigilante mantel yet again.

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Teeth

Part 2!

Masterlist

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female reader.

Warnings: Smut, Anxiety, two dumbasses doing the dumbass dance.

He's hunting.

Like he always does.

It starts with the scent, sweet and decadent, calling out to him. He's weak to his baser needs, desperate for a taste.

The front door shuts behind him, the scent stronger here, pulling him forward on an invisible leash, one he cannot hope to resist.

It's dark, moonlight streams through the gaps in the curtains, he wants the moon to watch him hunt, watch him devour his prey.

He takes a deep breath, parts his lips. He can almost taste it.

Past the kitchen, turning right, down the hall.

He passes other rooms, ripe with the same scent, an office, bathroom, studio, and yet he does not get distracted, does not slow his stedy pace.

He knows what he wants.

He knows where to look.

At the door to the bedroom he takes a quick breath, confirming the right location, before opening the door.

Strawberries.

Sweet and tart, it fills the air, beats like a pulse, saying his name in a language only he can understand.

He makes a low hum of approval.

It wakes her.

A light sleeper, the anxiety of her past experiences makes her alert to him faster. Her mouth parts in a quiet gasp when she sees him, sitting up to observe him clearly.

He cocks his head, studying her fright, the beast inside of him demanding him to protect. To keep her safe from anything... everything that would wish to harm her.

He stalks toward her, he stops at the edge of the bed.

The smell of saccharine fruit makes him dizzy with need.

He reaches, moves slowly so that he doesn't frighten her, pulling the thin white sheet away from her.

She lets him take it, lets him toss it aside, the air between them is filled with so much unsaid words, but he is in no speaking mood.

She pulls her knees to her chest, eyes wide in fear, he looks down, her cunt glistening with arousal.

Surely, she wouldn't mind if he had a taste?

How could he resist?

He presses both palms flat to the bed, her eyes are so vulnerable. The beast inside of him is pleased, satisfied by his mate so openly exposed to him.

For him.

He crawls toward her, every aspect of his predatory nature on high alert. Her body tenses, but she doesn't move. Her fear and her arousal makes him ache, a near painful throb between his legs, seeking his own release.

He drops his head, intent on a peace offering, thinking only of easing her fears as his nose brushes her thigh.

A hitch of her breath, a delicious reaction that he craves, before he's licking over her wet slit.

The taste of her cunt on his tongue makes him moan, he licks her softly at first, he wants her at ease, he wants her to enjoy.

He wants to please.

She gasps, and he takes the opportunity to delve deeper, tongue gently exploring until it grazes her sensitive bundle of nerves. She shudders in bliss.

The beast inside of him purrs, his eyes squeeze shut, his face pressing deeper between her thighs.

She's soft, supple, delicious, femininity in his hands, evidence of her pleasure on his tongue.

He licks at her, his mind calming, pleased at finding what he was looking for, simply appreciating her at this point.

Her breathing is faster, her hands clenched on either side of her. He draws her tight, like a bow on the brink of snapping.

If he could feel her orgasm, he would be able to die a happy man. He wonders briefly what else she is capable of, when just the taste of her cunt can tame the predator inside of him.

She whines, and she gasps, and she cries, she's so close, so deliciously close to peak and it's all because of him, and just a few more swipes of his tongue would make her fall apart-

The buzzing of his phone wakes him.

The anger that tears through him is visceral, potent, he cannot resist grabbing his pillow and throwing it at full force across the room.

It hits the wall with a 'thud,' louder than normal.

He watches the pillow slide to the floor, can almost imagine the look of betrayal on its inanimate face.

The beast is irritable as he reaches for his phone.

"What?" Is all he says as he answers.

Katerina, who has grown used to his venomous tone, barely bats an eye.

"Sir, calling to inform you that a team has been dispatched to the Harvey residence. You told me you wanted to know."

Billy huffs, checks the time, two a.m.

"Let team leader know I'll be on site in ten."

"Are you sure? Sir-"

He doesn't respond, ending the call.

He sits up, takes a deep breath, moves to his bedroom window.

There's a small apartment building built beside his townhouse, three floors high.

On the second floor, the curtains are drawn tight, where other patrons on this side of New York hold no distress for leaving their curtains partially open. He even knows that the woman on the first floor does it on purpose, shows off in an attempt to draw his attention, and yet he's still drawn to the second floor.

To you.

He takes a deep breath, making sure there's no sharp sounds of distress, before he turns away, looking for his tactical gear in an attempt to get ready.

~

William Russo didn't like you one bit.

Though you'd been hired to give him a consult, and he'd chosen your company despite the last few bad reviews, you knew that in the back of your head, your presence was barely tolerated.

You tried to be as sunny as possible, leave no room for him to speak to you the way you'd overheard him speaking to some of his employees.

Sure, they had made easy mistakes, but to err was human, right?

It made you anxious, everyone at your company was on edge, hoping that this job would be an end to the bad streak that had been plaguing you.

You'd almost been swapped out for someone more experienced, until Mister Russo had challenged the idea.

"If you don't trust her work capabilities then why is she on your team?" He'd challenged the night of the dinner where you'd first met.

Your boss had looked almost pale, insisting that you were capable of completing the consultation up to mark.

The comment had made you fight a smile, fully aware that your boss had only invited you along to answer technical questions, and hadn't actually planned for you to take the lead on the project.

William's insistence had ended up giving you the task, whether intentional, or unintentional, you still weren't sure.

Truthfully, he was a difficult man to get a read on. He didn't laugh, barely gave more than a tight smile, and did not engage in small talk at all.

You'd tried to get him to open up, to speak to you, but you'd gotten nowhere, and eventually you'd given up, content to work in silence then, if he would not converse.

You'd spent the last few weeks like that, in this quiet agony, feeling carefully watched everytime he was in the room.

Was he waiting for you to make a mistake?

You weren't going to, you woke up every morning at five to triple check your work, on edge with all the pressure coming at you from all sides.

The panther was the only thing keeping you calm.

After your initial bout of fear, after the shock of hearing bones snapping had worn off, you'd found that reminders of it put you at ease.

When you'd found the tiny gold pendant, nestled into the dark corners of the antique shop, you knew you had to have it.

So today, you'd happily worn it for the first time, trying to complete your job before he gets here, so that you could be out of his hair and away from his uncomfortable stoicism faster.

You were currently under his desk, tracing wires and making notes of the general conditions of things. Your job was to make an assessment of his current IT setup and consult on something more efficient, something that would match the levels of security he required for running his company.

It wasn't too bad currently, but you'd definitely seen improvements that would help strengthen security in the long run.

One of his local IT guys had been accompanying you, but he'd thankfully stepped away and gave you the space to work.

You hum quietly to yourself under his desk, crammed into the little space, trying to confirm model and serial numbers.

"Find what you're looking for?" A voice asks.

You jump so hard that you hit your head against the bottom of the desk.

Pain blooms at the back of your head and you let out a hurt sigh.

"Are you alright?" He asks, no hint of concern in his tone.

"Yeah," you say a little sadly, rubbing the back of your head, embarrassed that he'd startled you.

What did you expect? You were in his office after all, of course he'd come in eventually.

You crawl out slowly, one hand holding on to the book with all of your notes in it.

You rise to your feet, smoothing out your clothes, your sensible shirt tucked into jeans for easy motion paired with a mild formal look.

You smile up at him, touching the back of your head gently to check how much it hurts.

He's got his eyes on you, his face solemn as usual.

"How is it going?" He asks, referring to the job.

"Really well, I'm almost done with my data collection." You reply casually.

"And no problems from my men?" He asks.

Besides the occasional misogyny?

"They're fine." You answer, a little terse, smiling up at him.

He blinks.

"What is it?"

Your eyes widen.

"What's what?"

He folds his arms, leaning against his desk. He looks across the room, to the floor length windows.

"Have they been disrespectful?" He asks, not looking at you.

You watch him closely, heart squeezing at his casual dominance. He probably doesn't even know that he's doing it, a sharp spike of arousal goes through you. You watch him take a deep breath.

"Do you really want to know? Do you think you would take me seriously if I gave you an honest answer?"

His eyes flit to you.

"Have I ever given you a reason to think I wouldn't take you seriously?"

"Not yet." You say ominously, a twitch at the corner of your mouth when he raises his eyebrows at you.

You suck in a breath, looking away.

"I'm used to it, condescension. It's... irritating. I will say, that your employees could definitely use a refresher course on equality in the workplace."

"Noted."

You turn to look up at him, giving him a shy smile.

He probably wouldn't take you seriously, anyway.

"Okay," you say happily, "That's everything. My team will send a proposal within the week, and you'll be able to review."

William nods, the traces of a smile forming at the corner of his lips. Very delectable, dangerously kissable lips.

"Thank you for all your assistance."

You nod, nervously bringing your hand up to touch your necklace before dropping your hand. It draws his attention.

"No problem, have a nice day." You say eagerly, turning on your heel and getting out of there.

You only sigh with relief when you're in the elevator.

He made you feel so on edge, you think you were shaking from the stress of being in the same room as him, desperate to impress him, trying your hardest not to mess this up for the company.

It was stressful how easy it was to talk to him. Ugh why did you mention the equality thing? He probably thought you were trying to tell him how to run his company.

Fucking shit.

Anyways, thankfully, you were done with him, and you didn't have to see him again.

.

She was wearing a symbol of the predator around her neck.

The beast had almost consumed him when he finally noticed. He'd had to grip the desk tightly, fighting the urge to chase, to take, to claim.

You were his, and he knew it, and it had made him happy to see, that on some base level, you knew it too.

He could smell the paranoia coming off of you in waves, and though he wanted to ease your troubles, to soothe your mind from the past traumas, he knew this was not something to be rushed into.

No matter how many times he got lost in dreams of you.

.

.

.

A/N: I'm just playing around on this fine Wednesday morning.

[gaytommykinard]

i only started watching 911 because of angela bassett and jlh to be honest, buck became a favourite character over time but i had kinda made me peace with the fact i was getting a canon lesbian couple and that was enough until buck's coming out storyline and the introduction of tommy so seeing this all just come undone and with such shitty writing is disheartening. i think i'll stick to the better show in my opinion, 911's spin off 'cause they would never do this shit with tarlos thank god

babygirl i'd have been shipping buddie, buckalbert, buckjosh, bucktk, if i wasn't offered the clearly superior option by the time i caught up with the show. i binge watched in the span of like 10 days, by the time tommy came and kissed buck's stupid face, i was just hooked. all other LIs pale in comparison to how perfect tommy was for buck, how good buck and tommy were together from the beginning! even in the stupid procedural weewoo show! it was so so well done.

it sucks because - aside from the cheap drama of the s1 cheating storyline, henren have been such a solid unit. yeah they deserve more screentime and better storylines, but recently i came to accept, this is what the show is, and thats ok. there's fanfiction.

michael and david were sent off in such a nice way - after the actor who played michael was basically fired for refusing to get the covid vaccine, which is fair enough you know?

josh russo needs more screentime, more SLs, an actual love interest for god's sake - but okay, he's a minor character, we fill the gaps with fanfiction.

everything up until 8x06 was fine. not perfect. room for improvement. but they never, ever spat in the faces of LGBT+ viewers, fandom and GA alike, like this. the betrayal of talking up bucktommy the way they did in all that promo to then pull THIS like haha you thought you were getting a good SL? sucks to be you!

everything about the way they ended this SL sucks ass. everything.

i'm inconsolable. everyone is inconsolable. of course we are.

[lewisvinga]

woso masterlist.

alexia putellas

mapi león

ingrid engen

salma paralluelo

aitana bonmati

jenni hermoso

misa rodriguez

leila ouahabi

lucy bronze

ona batlle

leah williamson

alessia russo

lena oberdorf

elisa de almeida

a/n; probably missing a few bc i’m open to write for others if given the requests, just ask if ur curious!

omg a madridista writing more for fcb fem players😞😞😞😞 it lowk feels like betrayal but i am just a girl at the end of the day w eyes for pretty girls 💗_💗

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 10

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Reader and Castle's pack head towards the fight.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past violence and torture. Talk of the witch wound.

The witch trials were a lonely time for witches. A time of little trust, of exposure and betrayal. A friend could turn on you in a heartbeat. Mates would deny their connection to their witch partners, to protect themselves, their children and reputations.

The torture, treatment and loss of thousands of witches, continued to ripple into the generations, the witch wound a tear in every witch’s soul.

“The witch wound will always be in every single one of us,” Fiona had told you “it’s a dark mark in our history but it’s also something that we live with, which we fight with, every single day. It binds up together. Think of it as a string, that connects us all.”

You weren’t a fan of Fiona’s history lessons but she was adamant that it was part of your training, to give you a better understanding of powers and what it meant to be a witch. Combining every single thing you knew and your powers, would make you stronger. Agatha knew everything and anything there was to know about witches, the history and everything in-between, so you needed to too.

“You can’t let her or her sidekicks get the upper hand because you’re being a stubborn smartass and she can see a weak spot.”

Now, as you sat in the back of one of Castle’s ex-military trucks, Billy and Elektra across from you, you pulled on the wound. Your back upright and straight, with your palms open and facing upwards, you whispered to yourself, a mix of light language, Latin and English intertwined. Your strength growing from the pulling of the wound and the pull of your ancestors.

You tensed suddenly, sensing Agatha the close you got, and Billy went to learn forward to touch you but was stopped abruptly as Elecktra grabbed his arm. He went to speak but she was quick to mind link to him.

“Don’t.”

“But…”

“She’s preparing for the fight Russo. You’ve seen witches do this plenty of times in the field.”

“They weren’t her.”

You stopped their conversation as your voice broke through the silence.

“Agatha is the only witch there but she has fresh powers.”

“What do you mean Princess?” Billy asked.

“She’s killed another witch recently, very recently and took their powers.”

Frank shook his head. This should never have happened. The authorities, the powers that be will never learn their lesson and when it came to witches, they would never learn unless they listened to the W.A.C.

“Anything else?” Elektra asked. Billy’s head snapped to look at Elektra.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to mind link.

“She’s stronger than you think Russo.”

“Baby?” Frank asked.

“She’s pissed off. Annoyed. She’s being thrown off by the shield and the locals using the oils and salt.”

You pulled again on the wound and you jolted as you felt a pull back. A wave of familiarity waved through you. Thoughts of Fiona, Cordelia and Maddison filled the back of your subconscious, they were quickly pushed to the side as Jean, Storm and the witches of the X-Pack pushed through. You felt another stronger pull on the wound.

You allowed yourself to open up more and felt a flurry of heat rush up your body. You ears became muffled like you were underwater and then you felt it, like the snapping of an elastic band into your chest and a rush of energy, strength and power and then her. Agatha.

You could see her. She couldn’t see you but you could see her and the Hydra goons that were with her. You could hear the whimpers of the injured security guards in the box, now safe behind your shield, and the yells of the rogues telling Agatha to break it down. You smirked and flickered your fingers to make it jump with static, Agatha’s eyes growing wider.

You heard a faint voice. Luke.

“ETA two minutes.”

You stayed in your trance, watching Agatha and the Hydra agents. The latter pulling what appeared to be hostages from a van. Frank kept his eyes on the road as much as possible, scanning the surrounding area, glancing back at you when the chance arose.

Your voice was strong but quiet.

“I see her.”

Four sets of eyes went wide and you reached out your hands. One towards Billy and Elektra, and the other towards Frank. You connected with them and let them see what you could, as the Hydra morons spread out, Agatha looked around frantically. Nobody, no witch, had ever kept her out of anywhere. Apart from one. The one that had stopped her getting into the town where those coven school witches were hiding.

You felt the pull of your sister witches again and quickly released hands with the others. A rush through you brought messages.

“End this.”

“Never take your eyes of her.”

“Remember everything, everything I taught you, every single part.”

And then a final message from Maddison.

“Snap that bitch.”

A rush through your body caused you to gasp, as the truck came to a halt, Frank’s orders of positions coming through.

“On my mark.”

Elektra and Billy pulled out their guns and knocked off the safetys, their eyes never leaving you.

“Rarity? You good?”

Your eyes snapped open and you smirked. Billy felt like he’d been punched in the chest. You were more beautiful he had ever seen you. Your eyes had turned gold when you started the shield, but now they were brighter, and your skin and hair seemed to be glowing.

The smirk though, the smirk was nearly unnerving. You were beautiful and slightly terrifying all at the same time.

It was then they realised.

You weren’t a six at all. You were a seven. And you were ready to snap Agatha Harkness like she deserved.

[e-dubbc11]

for the song lyric prompt, I'm presenting you the super classic 'with or without you' with the most incredible obsessive love presence and our fave obsessive man: billy

My dear Selene,

I love this song, it’s one of my favorites! Thank you for sending this one in. My head has been wrapped around writing for Rumlow the past couple of weeks and I’ve missed writing for Billy so I hope you like what I did here

Thank you again!

With or Without You

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

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k-ish

Summary: You see a picture of Billy that you’re not very happy with

A/N: This is one of my favorite songs even though I don’t like U2 all that much.

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

He was so stubborn but you were too.

Billy Russo made you absolutely crazy. No other man frustrated you like he did but you’ve never loved anyone as much as you loved him either which is why seeing that picture of him online kissing another woman shattered your heart.

The ache you felt in your chest was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It was betrayal on another level as tears pricked your eyes scrolling through social media and stopping on a grainy picture of Billy’s lips locked on someone else’s other than yours.

It was from the event that you weren’t able to attend with him because you didn’t feel well.

He told you, “Of course it’s alright, sweet girl. Just get some rest, I love you.”

“I love you.”

Those words were hard for him to say at first, he had never said them and meant it until he fell for you. That’s what he told you, so how could he do this to you? Just like it was difficult to give his heart to someone, it was hard for you to give your heart away too.

All of the others had no problem taking and taking from you but in the end you were alone with a feeling of emptiness from the pieces of you they selfishly took with them when they left.

Against your better judgement, his too, you both opened up your souls to each other, leaving your hearts vulnerable to everything you worked so hard to protect.

Sometimes it was so hard to live with him, even though you didn’t physically live WITH him. The long hours, the constant worrying about him, hoping he was alright taking on so many jobs, and the exhaustion plastered all over his face…you’ve never known anyone that worked as hard as he did.

You didn’t want to live without him though. Billy made you crazy, fights with him made you want to rip your hair out, his jealousy sometimes got out of control but yours did too, hence the rage you felt burning inside your body right now.

You wanted to find that woman and tear her limb from limb, break all of her fingers that were holding Billy’s head in place while she kissed him, and make sure she never messes with another woman’s boyfriend again.

Several texts from Billy came through as you continued to stare at the photo, tears stinging your eyes like stars burning against the night sky.

“Please talk to me, sweet girl.”

“I really need to talk to you.”

“I love you, baby…please answer me.”

Newspapers and websites marketed Billy as an “eligible” bachelor, even though he was in a relationship with you. They built him up to be a local celebrity. From humble beginnings to a handsome successful CEO, Billy Russo was the object of every woman’s affection and you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him but you thought you could handle it.

And you could, until now. You didn’t want to break up with him but you couldn’t look at him or talk to him right now, it hurt too much.

Seeing that photo broke you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave the house that day. The caption for the photo made you breathless with anger and caused your mouth to tighten.

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight, Billy Russo?”

**********

Dark gray clouds blanketed the early afternoon sky while the autumn winds blew around the sparse branches of the trees down below. You could feel the draft coming into your apartment from the weakened seals in the windows that your landlord said he was going to replace months ago. Thankfully your favorite sweater was keeping you warm as you sat down on the couch to enjoy a cup of hot tea.

Loud raps against your door startled you before you could take your first sip, almost spilling the tea into your lap.

“Baby, open the door please! I know you’re home, you haven’t left the house all day.” He said loudly so you could hear him from the other side of the door.

How does he know that? Was he spying on you?

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Billy!” You shouted.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and crashed against the wall. Billy had told you before that your front door should be replaced because of how old it is.

Well, he wasn’t wrong and now it definitely needs to be replaced but you were furious because of how far he took it. Just like the door, he was unhinged. But again, that’s Billy. Always quick to fly off the handle.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!” You yelled. “ARE YOU INSANE?!!”

You stood up and set your tea on the coffee table as Billy walked over to you.

“I’m not leaving until I explain myself, y/n! I know you’re angry, I know you saw the photo but that woman kissed ME, alright?!! Yeah, I had more to drink that I usually do at these things but I was upset that you weren’t with me last night!” He confessed.

You stood there looking at him with a confused look on your face. You had been to a lot of these fundraiser events with Billy, why was he so upset about you not being at this one?

“I wasn’t feeling well, Billy. I said I was sorry and you said it was ok! Go in my room, the dress I wanted to wear is still hanging on the edge of the door, I didn’t do this on purpose!” You exclaimed.

His expression softened and he was visibly upset, but he wasn’t angry.

Billy lowered his voice. “I know you didn’t, I just…had something planned, that’s all. And I pushed her away as soon as her lips touched mine, ask Frankie.”

You could tell Billy felt terrible for what happened and you…believed him.

“She had been following me around all night. I’m so sorry, sweet girl, I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“What did you have planned, Billy?” You said, remembering what he mentioned a minute ago.

He ran his long fingers through is ebony colored hair and brushed his beard as he paced back and forth, looking very nervous about what he was going to say next.

“I was gonna ask you if…if you would move in with me.” He said.

You felt your stomach drop and start to flutter. Your eyes welled up with tears, happy tears this time.

“Billy…I—I” You started to say.

He interrupted you. “I know we’re together most of the time but on nights that we’re not, I don’t like going to bed alone or waking up alone. I don’t like being without you. I love you.”

Billy inched closer to you, close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and you felt his warm breath on your lashes.

You snaked your arms around his neck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. “I love you too, handsome. You make me absolutely nuts but I’d rather be with you than without you, so my answer is yes.”

Gently scraping your nails against his scalp, you pulled him closer so you could kiss him which he gladly returned. He loved being touched by you, and only you.

“I told you that you needed a new door, that thing was easy to kick in.” He chuckled.

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “You lunatic, I’m gonna get in so much trouble for that! I know I’m gonna be leaving anyway but you owe me a new door, Mr. Russo.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll get you a new door, baby…I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Through the storm, we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you

With or without you

With or without you, ah, ah

I can't live

With or without you

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[braveclementine]

Day 36

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

EXCERPTS FROM SEBASTIAN STANS JOURNAL

EVIDENCE FOR RUSSO TRIAL

JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN:

Today was nerve racking. They went through with the rape. I heard her ask him to stop, but didn't enter the room until she screamed for me. I felt disgusted with myself for waiting so long. I'm trying so hard not to raise suspicion, but it felt so good to punch that man's face in.

Luckily, he hadn't even gotten her pants off of her, which relieved me greatly. I kissed her and I know I'm in love with her. I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but I do. I love her.

She had gotten rid of the nose chain. I preferred her face without it. She looked beautiful like this, and I told her so. Her eyes shone when I told her and she admitted she'd hated it to. I knew she had been uncomfortable with it on day one.

I kissed her again. I would write about her lips, but I want to keep that private in my head. And besides, this is more an account on the deaths, in case I don't make it out of this alive.

That's a scary thought.

I did try not letting her know that I wanted a future with her if we got out of here. It didn't seem realistic. She's so young, only nineteen. And I'm thirty-two. Not to mention I'd have to figure this out with Margarita. And the whole of the world would hate it.

But I don't care. I don't think I'm going to ever act after this.

I can't. They'll have to get a new actor for Bucky Barnes.

I'll never be able to act again. I'll always doubt what is going on.

If we get out of this alive.

JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT:

Tempus made Y/N play through all the games. She nearly died- twice. The fact she's still alive both electrifies me and impresses me. God, but I bet she's in so much pain.

In the last round they brought in someone who I guess her friend was in her past. Y/N didn't even look surprised her friend decided to kill her over her other friend. Y/N actually thanked her.

I was on the edge of my seat until she disarmed her friend- getting herself shot in the process.

I took her back to her room. I sewed up the wound myself. I was getting better at having a tougher stomach during these things. Luckily, the bullet only grazed her.

Tomorrow we all get to leave. I'm thinking something bad happened to Henry, or maybe the police can't find us, I don't know. Or maybe we're already surrounded but they can't get in.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the scene where the Avengers break in and save the rest of the kids. I don't know how it'll actually play out. The others aren't ready, they'll fake fight like they're supposed to do.

I keep kissing Y/N. I feel like we're both going to die. It makes me wonder about my real feelings about her. If it's because of where we are, or if I truly do like her in that way.

She does keep talking about after this place. She was talking about a YouTuber that she'd introduce his videos to me. I can't answer because I don't know about after. I think she picked up on it too because she went quiet after that and then went to sleep immediately after I gave her the pain meds.

I don't want to play with her feelings. I really don't. Not after all of this. But I don't know how to not mess with her feelings when I don't know mine.

Or if we'll even be alive by tomorrow night.

JOURNAL ENTRY NINE:

I don't know where Y/N is. The others came today and she killed Tempus. Tempus had killed everyone but her and her three friends. She was going to kill Y/N, but Y/N didn't let that happen.

Y/N really had no idea who I was before this. I could see recognition in her eyes once the others came in, the other actors. I saw the hurt there too and also betrayal.

I wanted to go to her side, but she turned the gun on me. I hated seeing her cry. She looked broken and hurt. Told me to stay the hell away form her.

I think I now realize my feelings were legit. Those couple words from her felt like a stab wound to the heart.

She continued speaking, and her words told me that she thought I thought all of it was fake. That her cut off pinky wasn't enough proof that this was all real. I wanted to tell her I believed it was real. That I did think it was real. That I knew it was real.

She accused me of playing with her feelings while I let children die around us. And fuck, I knew she was right.

I called for the Russo brothers, trying to pretend her words hadn't hurt. They came, they admitted to letting Tempus take over for money. There was almost a billion dollars they were going to get paid for this game.

Then Y/N got the others out of there. She looked at me and I could barely hold her eyes because it hurt so much to see the betrayal in her eyes. She threw the gun at my feet and I can still hear the words in my head. 'It was real to me. Fuck you Stan.'

I wanted to tell her it was real to me too. I didn't want her to spit my last name out at me like it was poison. I had really liked my name falling from her lips.

Now, I'm sitting on the bus that had brought the other actors in, writing this. Downey, Evans, and Hemsworth had jumped the brothers. Hiddleston and Mackie slugged them across the face until they were knocked out.

We had to spend another couple of hours there with the police. They never brought back Y/N or the other girls. I knew we were in the middle of Death Valley, California. If they ran the wrong way. . .

They promised to put out searches for the girls. I hope they find them. Even if Y/N never wants to even look at me again, as long as she's okay and alive, that's all I care about right now.

The others tried speaking to me. Some of them are still trying to speak to me. Johansson can't shut up, trying to be sympathetic about everything I had to go through. But I was treated fine. I'm not the one dead. I'm not the one with my pinky cut off. I'm not the one that was almost raped. But they're treating me like the victim.

Well, Downey, Cumberbatch, and Hiddleston aren't. Downey has been on the phone for ages. I don't know who he's calling, but he's angry.

Evans got me a phone so I could call Margarita. Still haven't. Can't bring myself to.

God, please bring Y/N in safely. Please.

⬅️➡️

[versatileginger]

HIDDEN | MASTERLIST

Billy Russo x OC (Ava)

Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal.

Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

TBC...

[mellpenscorner]

Hollywood seems Determined™️ to give us everything adjacent to a WinterWidow movie without actually giving us a WinterWidow movie.

Here! After waiting 10 years, have a Black Widow movie that elaborates on her history with the Red Room and the people she met there! (But that doesn't mention Bucky at all and erases any hope of WW having an MCU canon past)

Here! Have a spy thriller with Sebastian Stan playing opposite his redheaded love interest where a key plot point is him betraying her! (But the redhead isn't Scarlett and the betrayal is real because he's actually evil and not just brainwashed)

Here! Have a spy rom-com with Chris and Sebastian and ALMOST Scarlett that's wacky and exciting and morbidly funny! (But it's not Scarlett, and she would have been playing opposite Chris anyway)

HERE! Have a spy thriller romance where the protagonists LOSE THEIR MEMORY but REMEMBER EACH OTHER and go on a MISSION TOGETHER to get REVENGE on the EVIL ORGANIZATION THAT SCREWED THEM OVER! DIRECTED BY JOE AND ANTHONY RUSSO.

BUT IT'S NOT

FRICKEN

WINTERWIDOW.

Unbelievable.