#unwanted truck removal | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

just-dreaming-marvel · 7 days ago

Text

Love That Burns ~ 32

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,470ish

Summary: You and Logan head to Japan with Yukio.

Warnings: unwanted touching

Notes: We're in The Wolverine (2013)! I hope this chapter makes sense!

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks!

Logan’s only thought was you as he sped from work to the house. Who would come up to the house? And why? Were you in danger now?

“Y/N!” Logan shouted as he sprinted from the truck into the house.

He came in prepared for a fight when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room with a young woman near the sliding glass doors. You had dropped the phone, and your fists were up in flames. He quickly stood in front of you, glaring down the intruder. Your hands cooled down and went to the back of his shirt, gripping it. You and Logan both knew that you could kick ass, but Logan would jump in front of you before that could happen.

“Who are you?” Logan growled.

“My name is Yukio,” she responded.

“And?”

“I’ve been trying to find you for over a year.”

“Why?”

“To give you this.” She removed the sword from her back, holding it out to Logan with both of her hands. “My employer wanted you to have it.”

“Who’s your employer?”

“Master Yashida.” You felt Logan tense beneath you. “He said it belongs to you and that he’s playing all debts. Master Yashida is dying. He wants to say thank you for saving his life all those years ago. He knows that you are a… busy man. But he very much wants to say his goodbye in person.”

“Alright, where is he?” Logan’s response surprised you.

“Tokyo.”

Logan scoffed. “I’m not going to Japan.”

“It would be dishonorable for you to refuse his request.”

“Well, apologize to Mr. Yashida. I’m not going to Tokyo. I have a life here. A wife.”

“Do not apologize. It’s been an honor just to meet the Wolverine.”

“That’s not who I am anymore, you understand?”

“Interesting since you’re standing in front of your wife, claws out… You are a soldier.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are a soldier.”

“Not anymore!”

“You are a soldier, and you seek what all soldiers do.”

“And what’s that?”

“An honorable death. An end to your pain.”

“I’m not in pain anymore.”

“Logan,” you tugged on his shirt to gain his attention. “Maybe we should go.”

You had never heard of this Yashida fellow, but it clearly was bringing something out of Logan. Logan’s head snapped towards you at your suggestion.

“Why?” He asked.

“To say your goodbyes. If you saved his life once, if this man felt the need to send someone for you, it has to be important to him. You have to be important to him.”

Logan studied your eyes. He sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t drop this. “Fine.” He turned back to Yukio, sheathing his claws. “One day. I say goodbye to Mr. Yashida, and I come right back.”

“Okay,” she responded.

“I’m coming with you,” you stated.

“No,” Logan shook his head. “You’re staying here.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Cause I’m safer here, by myself rather than with you, halfway across the world.”

Logan hated that you were right. “Fine. But you don’t leave my side.”

“Wouldn’t plan on it.”

~~~

Logan wasn’t happy at all to find out the flight would be at least fifteen hours long. It did help slightly that it was a private jet. But as soon as the plane took off, Logan was pulling you into his lap while he sat on the couch. Without a word, you let his head bury into your neck while your hands went to his hair. You gently began scratching his head, trying to ease his nerves. Logan closed his eyes and sighed as he allowed himself to just focus on you.

You could feel Yukio watching the two of you with inquisitive eyes. You ignored her and focused on Logan. His lips pressed against your neck a few times as he relaxed.

“I need to explain who Yashida is,” he muttered.

“Later,” you replied, pressing a kiss to his head. “We have a long flight ahead, and you need to calm down. I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Alright… What would I do without you?”

“Be a sad, lonely, miserable hermit.”

Logan chuckled against your neck. “Probably.”

It took quite a while before Logan got calm and sleepy. Logan eventually moved so that he was lying down with you on top of him. His arms stayed securely wrapped around you, for his comfort mostly. He quickly fell asleep with you in his arms. Yukio was curled up in a chair nearby, trying to sleep.

“We are almost there,” she said, keeping her eyes closed.

“So, you can see that future?” You asked. You had a feeling she was a mutant and wanted to know about her ability.

“I can read a map.”

“What’s your mutation then?”

“I can sense death.”

“Death?”

“It’s limited… but mostly accurate.”

“How far in advance?”

“Not too far.”

The plane rumbled, causing Logan to hold you tighter. “So, do we die on this plane?”

“No… Not on this plane.”

Her tone caught you. She knew something about when you or Logan would die. It was unsettling.

~~~

Logan woke up long before you but kept still to make sure that you got enough rest. You groaned as you began to wake up. Slowly, your eyes opened, and you looked up at Logan.

“Hi,” you rasped. His lips slightly lifted before he kissed your head. “Sleep well?”

“Only cause of you, my beautiful wife,” he whispered. Your stomach would never cease to flip at him calling you his wife.

Before the two of you knew it, the plane had landed and you were in a car being driven to see Mr. Yashida. Yukio was glued to her phone while Logan, who was sitting next to the window, had rolled it down and was staring out it. Yashida’s name was practically on every billboard.

“Master Yashida is not well tonight,” Yukio stated.

As you studied Logan, you could tell he was feeling indifferent about being here, but that there was something intriguing about seeing someone from an almost forgotten past.

The car pulled up to a large estate. There were armed men every few feet. Logan helped you out of the car and kept a tight grip on your hand as he surveyed the area and the two of you began to follow Yukio inside.

“A lot of guns,” Logan commented.

“There have been attacks,” explained Yukio. “Attempted kidnappings. Attempted assassinations.”

“By who?”

“The Japanese mob, the Yakuza. They’ve grown strong as the government has grown weak.”

Before you could enter the house, you and Logan were stopped. You were tugged away from Logan, causing him to let out a growl as the security guards scanned you with metal detectors. Logan’s immediately went off. Yukio began speaking in Japanese to the guards, trying to stop them.

“Hip replacement,” Logan stated, keeping his eyes on you.

The guards finally stopped and let you two enter. Logan’s hands were immediately on you.

“Wait here,” Yukio said, motioning to a nearby bench before disappearing.

The two of you sat down.

“I don’t like this,” Logan muttered, scanning the room. “We shouldn’t have come.”

“We don’t need to stay long,” you told him.

“I don’t know if the length of our stay is any choice of ours. You need to make sure to stay close.”

Two masked warriors fighting in what seemed to be a nearby training facility. Logan stood up and walked closer to study them. You joined him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his back to try and get him to release some tension.

“Hey,” Yukio whispered, reappearing after having changed into a traditional outfit. “This way.

“Who’s that?” Logan asked.

“Shingen,” the man in question took off his mask, “Master Yashida’s son.” The two warriors continued fighting.

“He’s good.”

“He’s all right.”

Logan grabbed your hand and turned you both to follow alongside Yukio. He studied her change in attire.

“So, what happened to the badass in boots?” Logan wondered.

“Master Yashida is traditional,” Yukio explained. “One eye on the past and the other on the future.”

You stopped in front of two large doors. Yukio slowly opened open, revealing a room full of advanced medical technology. In the center, an old man lay on a bed with a young woman holding his hand.

“That’s Mariko,” Yukio told the two of you. “His granddaughter.”

Mariko shakily stood up, knocking items over as she headed for the door you were standing at. She glanced at you and Logan before pushing passed.

“Mariko!” Yukio called, going after the young woman.

“I sense that there’s a lot of drama here,” you muttered.

Logan grunted in response, squeezing your hand tighter. You watched as Mariko hugged Yukio and cried.

“Something’s wrong,” Logan mumbled.

Mariko walked away, leaving Yukio staring at her. Yukio sighed before turning back to the two of you. Walking over, she pushed the door further open and slipped into the room, you and Logan slowly following.

“Prepare two more suppressors for Master Yoshida,” a tall blonde woman ordered, talking to one of the assistants in there. “And check his blood pressure.”

Yukio was handed a mask and slipped it on. It wasn't surprising that neither of you were handed a mask since your healing abilities didn’t allow you to carry diseases. Yukio walked up to the man and began speaking in Japanese. Logan slowly led you around the bed, catching the eye of Yashida.

“Oh… Kuzuri,” Yashida said, bed moving so that he could sit up more. “You look the same. But, then, that is no surprise. Dr. Green?” The blonde woman turned to Yashida. “Leave us, please.”

“Fine minutes,” Dr. Green told you and Logan, “no more.”

“My oncologist.” Logan grunted with a nod in response. “And who is this?” Yashida motioned to you.

“This is Y/N,” Logan replied. “My wife.”

“This nice to meet you,” you told Yashida.

Yashida simply smiled at you briefly before Yukio brought over a drink for him. Logan began to study the room along with you. The two of you ended up turned around, facing a large painting.

“The painting is from the village of my birth,” Yashida explained.”It depicts the bravery and skill of the Black Clan. Ninja warriors. They served in my family for seven centuries. I didn’t send for you only to thank you, Logan. I wanted to repay you. To offer you something no one else can. A gift to equal the life you gave to me.”

“I don't need anything,” Logan responded.

“Not a thing. Eternity can be a curse. It hasn’t been easy for you, living without time. The losses you have had to suffer. A man can run out of things to live for. Lose his purpose. Become a ronin… a samurai without a master. I can end your eternity… Make you mortal.”

You now immediately regretted urging Logan to come. This man was up to no good, you could sense it, and by the way Logan stepped closer to you, you knew he could sense it, too.

“What they did to me, what I am, can’t be undone,” Logan told the man. “Besides, I have someone to live for.”

“Yashida Industries can do anything,” Yashida continued. “We have reason to believe your ability to heal can be passed.”

“Passed?”

“From you to another… You have struggled long enough, Logan.”

“I’m confused. I came here to say goodbye to a man I once knew.”

“I am the same man. I was not ready to die then. I am not ready to die now. But you are, aren't you?”

“Are you offering to kill me?”

“No. Not right away. You can live a long and ordinary life. Grow old with your wife. And one day, die an ordinary death. It can be done.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up. “I’m sorry,” you said. “But you seem to have your research messed up. First of all, what you want to do is impossible. Second, I share Logan’s healing ability. He doesn’t have to worry about being alone. Not with me around.”

Logan let go of your hand and slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Yeah, look, nice to see you again,” Logan said. “Sorry, you got sick.”

Yashida reached out and grabbed Logan’s free arm before Logan could guide you away. “Please, Logan-san. I need you again. I fear for my family. I fear for everything I have built.”

“Enough,” Dr. Green said upon reentering.

“Please, Logan-san."

“You two should leave.”

“They’re going to kill her.”

That caught your and Logan’s attention. “Who?” Logan asked.

“Mariko, my granddaughter. She is my treasure. She must be protected.”

“You don’t want what I’ve got.” Logan ripped his arm free and led you out of the room as the monitors began beeping.

“Kuzuri!” Yashida shouted.

You looked at Logan and could see that he was even more tense than before. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off by the sounds of Mariko and her father, Shingen, shouting across the courtyard. Logan and you watched as they argued. Mariko stopped in front of her father, causing him to slap her. Logan took a step forward, ready to intervene. Shingen walked away, leaving Mariko. Within a split second, Mariko was running through the rain in the courtyard, and towards the edge of the cliff that the house sat on. Logan let you go and was running after her before anyone could stop him. Mariko got to the edge, but before she could jump, Logan’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her away.

“Careful, careful,” Logan warned as you and Yukio rushed up to the two. “It’s slippery out here.”

Mariko fought in his grip. “Let go,” she requested.

“You about done?”

“Let go of me.”

Logan did as she requested and watched as she slinked back to the house. Guards were waiting for her, ready to escort her to her room.

“Let me show you two to a room to get dry,” Yukio said.

You took ahold of Logan’s hand, and the two of you silently followed Yukio to a room. After the doors were shut and it was just the two of you, Logan pulled you into his chest and held you close. You didn’t waste a second, wrapping your arms around him in return.

“We shouldn’t have come,” he muttered. “There’s something very off here.”

“I can sense it, too,” you replied. “I’m sorry for—“

Your apology trailed off as his lips seized yours in a heated, demanding his. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispered. “You were just hoping to help me.”

“Who is this man? And how did you save his life?”

Logan sighed, letting you go to sit on the edge of the bed. “I don’t remember every detail, but I know it was World War 2. I was in a prisoner of war camp here in Japan near Nagasaki. I saved him from the bombing.”

You came up to him, kneeling in front of Logan. “Makes sense why he would want to thank you, but… it’s clear he had other motives.”

“I would never let him do anything to me.” His hands moved to cup your face. “To you.”

Your lips lifted in a reassuring smile as your hands went to Logan’s wrists. “I know.”

“I got so lucky for a wife like you.”

“Not as lucky as I got for a husband like you.”

Logan smirked as he leaned in to capture your lips against his. The kiss was quickly cut off by Yukio entering. Logan growled as he noticed her and helped you up to sit on the bed.

“He just wanted to say goodbye, huh?” Logan scoffed.

He stood up and walked over to the bedside table that had fresh tea and picture frames on it. Your eyes were drawn to the pictures as Logan poured you both a cup.

“You two grew up together,” you stated.

“Yes,” Yukio responded.

“But you’re not sisters?” You shot Logan a smile as he handed you a cup. Both you and Logan drank the liquid as Yukio spoke.

“No. Master Yashida found me on a trip to the South. He brought Mariko to see a factory he was building. I was digging through the garbage for something to eat.”

“So they just took you home with them?” Logan asked.

“It was always difficult for Mariko to make friends�� I’ll see to it the plane is ready in the morning. Sleep here.” Then Yukio left.

~~~

Your back was up against Logan’s bare chest as he held you close and slept. You were grateful that sleep was easy for him to find while it seemed to allude you. Your legs were growing restless the longer you couldn’t sleep. Deciding to get up, you gently took Logan’s hands from around your waist, pressed kisses to them, and slipped out of bed. You pulled on one of Logan’s jackets and slid out of the room.

You found yourself at the cliff in no time. You could see the city lights on the other side of the bay. This had been the most people you'd been around since leaving the mansion almost ten years ago. Guilt ate away at you. You and Logan had failed to keep in much contact with your friends at the mansion, too focused on yourselves. You made a mental note to reach out once the two of you were back at home.

So caught in your own head, you failed to notice Dr. Green stalking behind you, like a predator to its prey. With quick movements, she injected you with something, causing your vision to blur.

“Wh—What?” You slurred. “Logan…”

She turned you to face her, holding your head in her hands as your legs threatened to give out on you. You wished that you could see who was holding onto you, but whatever had been injected into was strong. Suddenly, an unfamiliar set of lips was on yours, and your jaw was being pulled open further. You struggled as something slipped down your throat. When you were finally let go, you fell to the ground in a fit of coughs.

“L—Log—Logan,” you tried to call out as you coughed. Before you could know if Logan was coming, your world went black.

~~~

Logan knew there was something wrong when he began to wake and the body curled up to him didn’t feel familiar. Before his eyes could snap open, lips were on his, and a hand was forcing his jaw to open more. Opening his eyes, Logan was met with green eyes that held the shape of a lizard’s. She hopped off him and slipped out of the room, leaving Logan gasping for air as green filled his breath. Still wheezing, Logan threw himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his claws ready to attack. His eyes frantically searched around for you.

“Y—Y/N,” he coughed. “Y/N!”

Logan stumbled out of the room and began to sniff, trying to get a lock on your scent. With his claws still out, Logan followed your scent to the cliff, where you were lying unconscious. His claws disappeared as he fell to his knees and pulled you into his chest. He felt little relief when his ears picked up the sound of your heartbeat. There was still the matter of how you got out here and if you were harmed in any way.

There was a lingering uncomfortable feeling in Logan’s chest as he picked you up and brought you back to the room. He laid you on the best, hands gently cradling your head.

“Y/N,” he whispered urgently. “Princess, wake up.” You groaned and he took that as a sign to continue prompting you awake. His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks. “Come on, wake up, sweetheart.”

“Lo… Logan?” You groaned, eyes slowly opening. There was still a fuzziness on the edge of your vision, but you could see Logan's worried face clear as day.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to your head. “You had me so scared. What were you doing out there?”

“I…” you coughed lightly. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn't want to wake you, so I went on a walk. But… someone attacked me.”

“We’re getting out of here. Now.”

He pulled you back into his arms and stood up. Logan froze as the two of you reached the door. Yashida’s workers were lining the halls as he was being pushed out. Cries and whimpers could be heard throughout the area. Yukio suddenly appeared in front of you two, tears in her eyes.

“He's dead,” she stated, growing more emotional. “I didn't foresee it.”

next chapter >

122 notes · View notes

itsnoones-stuff · 3 months ago

Text

He’s definitely mad

Masterlist

Summary // it’s your best friends birthday and you decide to celebrate it in the club. Five isn’t a fan of this idea.

“Nice dress” Five says, looking you up and down, trying not to show his irritation at the situation. “Thanks Five” you smile, fixing your dress lightly and checking your bag. Keys, phone, purse, lipstick. All there. Letting out a light sigh you give Five one last smile, not noticing him staring, before heading for the door. Ready for a drink.

Bright lights flash in your face, momentarily lighting up the packed dance floor. The birthday girl hands you the 4th shot in the 10 minutes you’ve been there, you chuckle lightly, turning to your friend “again?” The exhaustion evident in your voice. She gives you a bright smile “it’s my birthday, no excuses!” You roll your eyes at the comment, she’s right but that doesn’t mean you can stomach another.

“Come on, let’s dance” you chirp, grabbing your friend by the arm and taking her to the dance floor. You let the music take over, swinging your hips left to right with ease, lowering your body as you do. Rising to your feet, you turn, arms swaying above you as the sound of the bass charges through your body. Completely unaware Five is watching you. As the song comes to an end you begin the slow, feeling your heart beating out of your chest as the bass leaves your body. Letting out a light chuckle you open your eyes, meeting Five’s gaze, your smile drops. He’s definitely mad.

You’ve seen Five angry before, plenty of times, but it was never at you. That’s what scared you the most. He starts to walk towards you, refusing to break eye contact, the panic sets in as you force a smile. “Hey Five, what are you doing here?” You ask sheepishly, like a child in trouble, he chuckles “keeping an eye on you” his words are sweet, even if his tone isn’t. “And for good reason, clearly” he adds, looking around the club. Turning to the birthday girl you flash her a sorry look, preparing to go home and listen to one of Five’s many lectures.

To your surprise, Five doesn’t try to take you home, instead heading to the bar for a drink. You watch as he weaves through the crowd before disappearing entirely. You turn back to your friend, throwing your arms up and jumping in excitement, “can baby stay out for longer?” Your friend mocks you, wrapping her arms around you as she does. “Baby can stay out all night” you laugh, watching her squeal with excitement before demanding more shots. Rolling your eyes, you let her drag you back to the bar, smiling to yourself as you go.

“Happy birthday beautiful” you cheer, raising your shot in the air, clinking cups with your best friend before taking the shot with ease, all the vodka you drank suddenly hitting you like a truck. The room begins the spin, your eyes fluttering. Resting your elbows on the bar you put your head in your hands, taking a deep breath and trying to collect yourself. “Are you okay Y/N?” The birthday girl asks, you nod, lifting yourself back up and facing her “all good, let’s dance” you say with a smile, taking her by the hand and heading back to the dance floor.

Five watches you all night, making sure to remove any unwanted male attention.

The night finally comes to an end, the club is closing and the sun is coming up. All you can think about it food as your friend leads you outside, flinching at the bright sun piercing down on you. “Fuck, how long were we in their?” You ask, not really wanting to know the answer, she laughs, shaking her head “I don’t know and I don’t want to know babe” her words slurred but sweet, you chuckle to yourself. “Where should we go now? I think the bar down the streets still open!” Your friend cheered, taking your hand and pulling you down the street, you stop her and remove her hand “no babe, we should go home” you say, yawning soon after, she gives you a sad nod. You know she’s going to stay out but are thankful you get to go home at least.

The birthday girl leads you to a near by taxi, ushering you in before poking her head in the door “you go home, I’m gonna stay out. Love you!” She cooes, shutting the door before you can protest.

Stumbling through the halls of the academy you try to be as quiet as you can, not wanting to wake your siblings. Turning the corner, you almost jump out of your skin, Five’s stood at the other end of the corridor. You freeze, quickly sobering up, unable look at him. “You’re in big trouble princess” Five’s words are harsh, he’s definitely mad. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, already knowing what the punishment is going to be. Was it worth it?

#five hargreaves x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy five #uc five #five umbrella academy #five #tua five #number five #five hargreeves x reader

171 notes · View notes

greywood741 · 8 months ago

Text

Unwanted Truck Removal Newcastle

Samir Truck Wreckers offers professional services for unwanted truck removal in Newcastle. Our team specializes in the removal of old trucks, providing a hassle-free and efficient process. Whether you need removal services for a single truck or a fleet, we are equipped to handle the job. Contact us today for reliable and prompt truck removal services in Newcastle.

For More Info Get In Touch: Phone: 0402 639 249 Email: [email protected] Website: Old Truck Removal Newcastle

#Unwanted Truck Removal Newcastle #Old Truck Removal #Removal Truck Newcastle #Old Truck Removal Newcastle #Truck Removal Newcastle #Cash For Second Hand Trucks #Sell Your Truck Newcastle #Cash For Your Truck Newcastle #Free Truck Removal Newcastle #Unwanted Truck Removal

0 notes

cashfortruckperth · 2 years ago

Text

Cash For Truck Perth services in Perth typically involve a simple and straightforward process. First, you contact the service provider and provide them with basic information about your truck, such as its make, model, year, and condition.

🚛💰💻 Looking to get rid of your old scrap truck in Perth? Cash for #scraptruck services can help you turn that #unwantedtruck into cash! 💰🚛

Get More Info Visit: https://bit.ly/42ji8Zm

Based on this information, the provider will give you a quote for how much they are willing to pay for your truck💵💵

#cashfortruckperth #cash for scrap truck #cashforoldtrucks #unwanted truck removal #truck buyer perth #truck wreckers perth #scrap truck removal

0 notes

williamssmith01 · 8 months ago

Text

Best Car Removals in Newcastle

5B Car Removals is the premier choice for car removal, disposal, and scrapping services in Newcastle. Our team of experts is dedicated to providing the best car removal experience for our customers. Whether you have a junk car that needs to be disposed of or are looking to get cash for your old vehicle, 5B Car Removals is here to help. Trust us to provide top-notch service and the best prices for your unwanted cars in Newcastle. Contact us today for all your car removal needs.

For More Info Get in Touch: Phone: 0402 639 249 Email: [email protected] Website: Car Scrappers in Newcastle

#Cash For Junk Cars in Newcastle #Car Removal Newcastle #Best Car Removals in Newcastle #Car Disposal in Newcastle #Car Scrappers in Newcastle #Car Wreckers Newcastle #Top Car Wreckers in Newcastle #Unwanted Car Wreckers in Newcastle #Auto Wreckers Newcastle #Best Car Wreckers Newcastle #Truck Wreckers Newcastle #Cash For Car Newcastle #Top Cash For Cars in Newcastle

0 notes

hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 1 year ago

Note

Hiii. Please write something with Billy Russo. Your choice but please some fluff 🙏🏻

Hello Luv, here i go with your request, thanks for sending it my way <3

"Pretty Face Like You"

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy wait for you to arrive to your usual place, finally deciding to give in to his feelings for you.

Warnings: Alcohol, cuteness

The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat and various perfumes mixed together. All type of people sitting around, noisy truck drivers playing pool, girls in bachelorette uniform shirts giggling every damn time his eyes swift over them, depressed lone wolves lining up at the bar stools. On second thought, he might understand the flirt the ladies give him, he indeed looks like one of those lonely guys, waiting to be snatched up by someone. Couple of months ago, he wouldn't even wait for one of them, he would be at their table, stealing the spotlight for himself. But right now, he's just waiting for you to put your pretty ass down on the chair next to him, and devour him with your presence. He's been glancing at the entrance too many times, expecting you emerging any minute. He acts like you are late, but he arrived early, there is still time before your scheduled time, but he can't help the nervousness that forces his eyes towards that door all the time.

He ordered your drink already, knowing by heart what you'll have, in the meanwhile trying to stay away from his own drink, his fingers playing on the cold bottle to distract his brain. He wants to chug it down to ease his nerves, but he can't be drunk when you arrive. So his sips are subtle, just for the taste really.

He sees the bartender looking at him, pity in her eyes. She surely thinks he's being stoop up. Billy can sense her intentions, but is still slightly taken back by her offer.

"You know, a pretty face like you shouldn't spend the evening alone. I close at 2 if.."

He feels a light breeze next to him, unable to stop the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I'm sorry love, traffic was a pain on my ass." You say sweetly, your hand signaling your arrival on Billy's shoulder, your palm pressing down as you help yourself up to the bar stool. It's a simple act, but nevertheless it makes his heart throb in his throat. Anything that serves you he would give happily and willingly.

His head turns slowly, the playful smile plastered on him, excitement coursing through in his veins. How can someone feel so much at the same time? He is nervous, excited, happy and giddy, scared and terrified. Every fucking emotion is toying with him when he looks at you.

You smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh you think you saved him from the unwanted attention, eyes scanning the bartender. He can see flashing something on your face, a slip of your facade, only for a brief second before you regain your usual soft look.

He swears he can see his future in your eyes. Now the thought not as scary as the first time it happened. And not as cringe. It's a thought belonging in romcoms, not in his head, but that doesn't make it go away, he's no longer opting to remove it either.

"Hey." He gives you a side hug, electricity shocking his skin when your face meets with his. You smell delicious, fresh out of the shower, he thinks. Wearing the perfume he likes so much, now lingering on his own clothes. "Arrived just in time."

"Uh, i'm sure it would have been terrible to be snatched by the pretty blonde for the night." You tease. Billy knows it's your way to find out if you stepped over the line. With his dating habits, you never knew when to interrupt, and when no to. Billy visibly shift of the thought, you seeing him mingle with women he cannot even remember. It's ridiculous honestly. He can't recall the times you have seen him flirting, but he can vividly remember every damn occasion you got male attention.

"Oh, i enjoy the look on her face way more than i would enjoy a night in her bed."

"Uhum, she was utterly baffled." You smile, more to yourself really, putting your glass to your lips. You hide away, behind your casual actions, to prevent him to see the tremble in your hands, or how you rub your palm against you denim jeans. But he sees everything. Nothing goes past him, giving him the feedback he's yearning for. That you are just as smitten with him, as he is with you. He's been looking for the signs, the clues. The ones he ignored or took as a winning when it came to everybody else.

"Let's make the most of it then." Billy just does what his heart tells him to. He grabs your barstool, pulling you with it awfully close. Your eyes widen, and it's the most adorable thing he ever witnessed. You are so clueless and awkward, but it is what he's living for.

"What are you doing William?" You say, merely a whisper, a whisper he's not sure he heard, his focus is on to repress his grow that forms in his throat at the feeling of your body flush against his.

He sees your surprised face under his half lidded eyes, already ecstatic from you. He's not hiding it anymore. The fear of you denying his affection is gone with every little doubt he had. Your sparkly eyes hungrily roams Billy's face, eyes to his pink tainted cheeks, right down to soft lips, tongue darting out, licking his upper lip. You are so caught up in the moment, you forget to hide the awe on your face.

Billy will forever lock this image in his memory, you are bare in front of him, beautifully confused by his actions. In this fragment of time, he knows exactly how a wedding band would look on your finger, and how your kids will inherit that spark from your eyes, and he would never it to say it out loud how much he cares about you. Past William Russo might would have laughed at himself, thinking it's a naive thing, a soft thing to feel this way about someone, but in the midst of his dangerous life, he can see himself find some relief in you.

"Billy," You ask, still shocked, pretty doe eyes looking up at him under dark lashes. He focuses on your lips, ready to take a leap of faith, and trusting his instinct about you reciprocating his feelings.

You just let it happen, frozen to your place, his kiss soft and demanding, giving and taking, a moan of satisfaction bubbles between the two of you when you kiss back. And oh my god he is the happiest man on earth. He wants to stop, but it's hard when you are so sweet and irresistible against his body, the heat growing inside him a like a wildfire.

If you don't break the kiss, he would have continued, not a care in the word who sees you. But you are embarrassed, cheeks flushed crimson red, shifting nervously on your seat. You look around, but all he sees is you. You are at the edge, your brain trying to overcome the awkwardness and the confusion. He gently pulls your chin towards him, a comforting and warm look in his eyes.

"Darling..." He starts, but you interrupt him with a quick peck, unsure but a kiss nevertheless. He smiles brightly, cocky even.

"Oh that look, Russo. Don't make me regret doing that." You say with a regained confidence he knows and loves.

His palms in the air, acting like nothing happened, but the grin is more apparent than ever on his handsome features.

"I don't know what look you are talking 'bout." He murmurs into your skin, causing a tremble in your body, goosebumps decorating your skin. "Can we get out of this place, love?"

All he needs a nod from you, sweeping you up from your seat, leaving the unfinished drinks with lovesick giggles.

#billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #billy russo oneshot #billy russo

110 notes · View notes