"Hell(site) it is"

Naynay | 31 | Sometimes I write. Probably will fangirl. Welcome to the hyperfixations.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Slides into ask box... Hey sup

you and aj coming back is what i needed today omfg. happy to see yall back here! also CONGRATS ON THE ENGAGEMENT!

[dramadreamer14]

AHH you're so sweet! It is so good to be back here. Like coming home.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3

How have you been?

[ofstarsandvibranium]

hi, i miss you! <3

BITCH! YOURE BACK?! HELLO! WELCOME BACK!!

[captainscanadian]

HELL YEAH, I'M BACK! I LOGGED BACK IN AFTER 4 YEARS AND I DIDN'T WANNA LEAVE!!!!!

HOW ARE YOU, LANI?!?! I MISSED YOU!!!! <3

[ofstarsandvibranium]

i'm doing ok! ya know, how america is being a shit show rn, so ya girl is just trying to survive. lol.

CONGRATS ON YOUR ENGAGEMENT BTW!

[captainscanadian]

Yeah... that's fair. Naynay's American, so I completely get it. Thankfully, I've got a Canadian passport and I live in the UK. Otherwise, I'm just as screwed. We're going to get through this, Lani. <3

OMG THANKS! We've been engaged for a while now, but it was about time that we told everyone on this hellsite that we were together... you know, since we started off as mutuals on here before we started dating during COVID. Lol

[ofstarsandvibranium]

No but like I remember just having a feeling that you guys would end up together. Idk what it was but your guys’ chemistry on here was it, ya know? I’m so happy for yall!

[captainscanadian]

Wait... what? For real??? We definitely had no fucking clue that we were on the road to marriage at the time lol I mean, I guess your intuitions are on point!!! Lol thank you! <3

I hope we still have that chemistry, tbh xD

[ofstarsandvibranium]

i definitely didn't think yall were gonna engaged but i just had a feeling you two would end up being a couple. LOL. guess we shocked ourselves with the end result.

and im sure yall still have that same chemistry.

[dramadreamer14]

@captainscanadian babe, you literally blushed because I reblogged your post. I think we still have that chemistry. ;)

LOL HII Lani!! <3 Your intuition is next level. I think you must have known before we did.

[yourladyjane]

SOME TYPE OF SKIN (1).

PAIRING — billy russo x reporter f!reader

CONTENTS — ficlet; fluff; tiny bit of angst if you squint really, really hard; a dash of pining; references to some canon-typical violence; some very mild innuendo.

SUMMARY — after a harrowing experience, billy surprisingly takes the matter of your personal safety into his very own hands.

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

NOTES — so I decided to write something short and fun for @elixirfromthestars’s cinema writing challenge and honestly, i’m not 100% satisfied with this (when am i ever tho?) but also trying not to overthink this too much. please excuse me while I continue to scream into the void about this stupidly beautiful man. I apologize in advance for the person I have been and am going to be for the next few weeks; ben barnes has such a firm grip on my fucking throat lmao 🤭

✩ masterlist ✩ billy russo m.list ✩ library blog

When he asked you to meet him here at Anvil headquarters so you could finally interview him for that story in the Bulletin, this isn’t exactly what you were expecting. 

Instead of being seated in his second floor office overlooking the main part of the warehouse, you’re standing in the basement dressed in your crisp white blouse, hastily pressed pencil skirt, and low heels. You toy with the press pass hanging around your neck, unsure what to do with your hands. 

Your interview subject, however, seems quite relaxed save for the slight wrinkle between his dark brows as he very deliberately lays out several objects on a table in the middle of the room. He’s switched out his usual sharp business attire for a green pullover that looks soft to the touch, dark cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots. 

It takes you a few seconds to find your voice, because does he have to recline against the damn thing like that? He looks tall and lean, but damn it when he’s like this, showing off the corded muscles in his arms and shoulders, you cannot doubt that he’s an ex-Marine. 

“Russo?” 

“Hm?” He hums distractedly. 

“Are those knives?” 

Well, that gets his attention. He lifts his head and finally makes direct eye contact, and a shiver shoots down your spine. 

“Yeah, they are,” he confirms casually, as if you’ve just asked him if the sky is blue. He leans his hands on the table, shamelessly giving you a slow and careful once over before he frowns a little. “You’re gonna have to change.” 

“I feel compelled to tell you Karen knows I’m here,” you say quickly, raising an inquisitive eyebrow when he just chuckles like you’ve said something adorably funny. “Also, I thought we were doing an interview?” 

Billy Russo stares expectantly at you for a few seconds, lips slowly turning upward into a mysterious smile that you know has captured hearts all over the city. 

But you won’t fall for that, will you? 

Nope. Not in the slightest. 

“Nah, not yet anyway. Sorry, darlin’.” 

Ignore that! You scream mentally, but your brain does not cooperate. “Then what am I doing here, Lieutenant?” 

Whoops. His head snaps up again, his already sunless eyes getting darker by the second. Without breaking the intense eye contact, he just gestures around the room as though it’s oh so obvious. 

“Self-defence training.” 

“And why would I need—ugh, I don’t have time for this, Billy.” You heave a sigh, dropping all pretenses now, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. 

You’ve always known that Billy marches to the beat of his own drum, ever since the two of you met when Karen introduced you a few months ago while you were researching for a story about army veterans—a friend of a friend’s, she’d said, but never elaborated—but this seems excessive. 

“You wouldn’t have come if I were honest,” he says, his smile falling away in an instant, the glint of amusement in his eyes disappearing like smoke in the wind. “I don’t need to remind you of the… unpleasantness that happened last week.” 

“And yet here we are,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m fine.” 

“You were attacked,” Billy corrects, walking around the table to perch himself on the edge closest to you. You roll your eyes; as if you’ve forgotten. Getting ambushed in front of your apartment by two masked assailants isn’t exactly an easy thing to forget. 

“Everything worked out, didn’t it?” You uncross your arms and saunter over to the table, ignoring the heavy weight of his gaze on you. And it really had! 

Just as one of your would-be kidnappers, whatever it was they wanted, hit you in the face in retaliation for you kicking him in the shins and biting the other on the arm, your neighbour had come out of the apartment building just in time and began screaming bloody murder. They had no choice but to drop you and run, leaving you dishevelled and bruised, but otherwise fine, on the sidewalk. 

“They could come back,” Billy points out, since they obviously didn’t get what they’d come for, the same thing the police had said when they arrived just minutes later. You didn’t think much of it, though. Karen had had her fair share of run-ins with such undesirables, and she assured that this just meant you were pushing precisely the right buttons as a reporter. 

Even so, she still urged you to call Billy for protection.

You wonder if he gets all of his clients to undergo this self-defence training, or if he always personally offers to instruct them.

“Can’t guarantee it won’t happen again,” Billy doesn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. The two of you stare for a moment, engaging in a silent battle of wits that you, of course, end up losing when you’re the first to look away. He nods at the various knives and daggers strewn across the table. “C’mon, pick one and we’ll start small.” 

“Small?” You squeak as you eye the particularly ornate handle on one of the knives that honestly looks more like a short sword. 

“Aw, don’t be scared,” Billy chuckles and pats you on the shoulder, watching with those hawkish eyes of his as you consider your options. “This is a safe space.” 

Is it though? You wonder as you pick up a small dagger closest to you. “Wouldn’t guns make more sense since I’m not exactly trained in hand to hand combat?” 

“I am training you. And you’re not ready for guns yet,” Billy grins when you unsheathe the dagger, eyes widening just a fraction at the way the blade glints in the light. “‘Sides, picturin’ you with a knife is way hotter. You gonna wear a thigh holster?” 

You flick the tip of the blade in his direction, “Watch it, Russo. I’m armed.” 

But he just laughs, a sound that comes with a dangerous surge of pride in your chest, “That’s not how you hold a dagger.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you bristle, cheeks warming and trying not to watch, enraptured, as he stands up to his full height, his boots thumping heavily on the concrete. 

“Careful,” he warns, but he sounds more amused than offended as he closes the distance between you in just a few small strides. “You’d better play nice if you still want that interview.” 

But there’s nothing professional about the way he steps behind you, the way his arms pull you back against his chest, or the way his hand lands on yours to adjust your grip on the dagger’s handle. 

“Not all of us can be badass ex-Marines, can we?” It takes everything you have not to stammer, not to gulp nervously when you feel the calloused ridge of his trigger finger caressing the same spot on your own hand. 

“Yeah, well, I believe in you,” you can hear the smirk in his voice as his free hand comes down to rest on your hip, warm and heavy as it guides you slowly into a proper stance. “Bend your knees a little.” 

“Pretty sure I hired you so I wouldn’t have to take matters into my own hands like this,” you huff in annoyance, grumbling but following his instructions anyway, feeling a bit silly doing this in your work clothes. He never did give you a chance to change. 

“Please, you couldn’t afford me,” Billy murmurs so low against your ear that it sends a shiver down the side of your neck, all the way to a certain part of your anatomy you refuse to acknowledge at the moment, his beard slightly rough against your cheek. Is he doing this on purpose? “Also, did you technically hire me if I’m doing this pro bono?”

“Yeah, and on that note,” you grow bold when he squeezes your hip in encouragement, leaning back against him with your arm extended, your hands joined together, the tip of the dagger’s blade angled upward at an imaginary assailant. “Why are you? The Billy Russo I know never works for free.” 

You see, you know precisely the kind of man Billy is. He would never invest this kind of time and energy into something like this, not unless he had something to gain from it—

Even without looking back, you feel his dark obsidian gaze on the still healing bruise that’s formed on the side of your face. His fingers tighten around yours, there’s a slight hitch in his breath you can feel with his chest pressed to your back, and the hand on your hip slides forward and around to your other side in an almost embrace. Protective, possessive, and maybe even a little petrified.

—or unless he had some type of skin in the game. 

And suddenly, despite the way you’re dressed and your hilarious lack of experience, you start to feel pretty invincible. You allow yourself a proud grin, squaring your shoulders so you stand a little taller in his arms.

They fall instantly, however, when Billy steps away and moves to stand directly in front of you. You feel immensely colder at the loss of proximity. 

“Alright, let’s see what you got,” he’s smirking again, all that vulnerability and whatever warmth you sensed in his body language once again hidden away behind a layer of arrogance and swagger. He beckons you with a come here gesture of his hand. 

“What?” You blink. 

“I’ve just broken into your apartment,” he states matter-of factly, “what do you do?” He coaxes you again with another wave.

“But wait!” You almost shriek, your bout of confidence once again faltering. “You didn’t even teach me anything yet!” 

“I need to see where you’re at first before I can teach you, darlin’,” he’s still smirking, half condescending and half amused, and your hands twitch to fling the knife at his stupid head.

“I’m at nowhere! I’ve got nothing! And you don’t even have a weapon, I could slice your damn face off!” Or worse, scar it. 

Billy laughs again, his eyes crinkling warmly at the corners. “Oh, sweetheart, you can certainly try.” 

to be continued…

PART 2 »

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[dramadreamer14]

Ooh I loved this! Excited to see where it goes. The tension and banter between Billy and the reader is delightful. Thank you so much for sharing!

[dramadreamer14]

shut uppppp just this morning i randomly came to your blog to see when was the last time you were here 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh my god stopp seriously? That's so funny. Well hi! I'm here. I'm back. How are you?

[bebx]

[captainscanadian]

I... I'm gonna marry my favourite fanfic author @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Yes, Naynay and I have been dating for four years and we are engaged.

I know... That's a plot twist that none of y'all saw coming. 😂

[dramadreamer14]

Bonus plot twist... I get to marry my favourite fanfic author too!

[captainscanadian]

Why am I blushing at getting a reblog notification like it's 2019? 😂

[dramadreamer14]

Because some things never get old ;)

[bebx]

[captainscanadian]

I... I'm gonna marry my favourite fanfic author @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Yes, Naynay and I have been dating for four years and we are engaged.

I know... That's a plot twist that none of y'all saw coming. 😂

[dramadreamer14]

Bonus plot twist... I get to marry my favourite fanfic author too!

[dramadreamer14]

Hey! Not sure if anyone from the old days is still around, but I'm back on this hellsite (affectionate) so feel free to say hi and drop your current hyperfixations.

[ilyastits]

society if the finale had a montage of the boys and their family and it turned some of the classic spn stuff on its head. close up shot of lighting a match and throwing it in a pit but it’s for a bonfire not a grave and sam, dean, cas, eileen, and jack are making s’mores. closing the impala trunk “we’ve got work to do” shot then the camera pans out to show them at a barbecue and dean’s grilling and sam’s got an armful of chips and snacks. “driver picks the music” but it’s dean saying that to jack who’s behind the wheel and still learning to drive as he turns up his pop girlies.

[heismybaby]

[alliecathayes]

[deadpoetsfall]

Ben Barnes is that ONE generational crush we all think we may be over at some point but a new show/movie comes out we're hoeing all over him stronger than before.

[angstdelights]

[ceraunos]

every time I think Michael Sheen can’t get wilder he pulls something like this out

[seanastinhopeunquenchable]

The cast of the Fellowship of the Ring, and a few special guests, join Stephen Colbert and John Baptiste in rapping about the the #1 Trilly: The Lord of the Rings!

[anxietyproblem]

[luvinchris]

His hair was perfect here 

[thetursithan]

Break the monotony !!