Masterlist - requests are open!
Warnings: mainly fluff, some smut...it's Billy.
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He is protective of you - almost suffocatingly so.
Billy hates when you give anyone but him attention, even if it is just your friends or family.
He would go out of his way to disrupt any plans you have with friends just so you would be with him instead.
Tries to act strong but sometimes has breakdowns in your arms after his dad acts up - but you are not allowed to mention that to anyone.
Extremely touchy...touch starved...constantly has his hands on you.
Drives you to and from school - it's another excuse to get you alone with just him.
If you are upset, he buys you chocolate and lets you deal with whatever is going on by yourself - he does not know how to comfort people.
If you are really upset, he will try to tickle you or pat your head awkwardly.
He tries his best to control his angry outbursts - he doesn't want you to see that side of him...even if it means avoiding you for days on end with no explanation.
He is a surprisingly good baker - something his mother taught him when he was really little, but he would not be caught dead baking cookies anymore.
You only found out about his baking skills when you were turning the kitchen upside down trying to bake a cake, and he had to step in to help before you set your hair on fire.
He loves biting your neck.
Billy is skilled with his tongue.
Fucking in the backseat.
Fucking in the driver seat.
He loves angry sex - it is both a way to release some frustration and also pleasure you.
You are the only one allowed to touch his hair.
He lights your cigarettes for you.
He doesn't like it when you steal his clothes, but he won't say anything about it...he thinks you look a little cute in them anyway.
He got the summer job at the pool for extra cash so he could take you on more dates...and to buy more beer...but mainly to treat you.
He struggles in class, so he appreciates it when you help him with schoolwork.
Your patience makes him feel less overwhelmed and after meeting you, his grades improved.
Billy is always the big spoon...but sometimes he shifts you while you sleep so he can be the little spoon...though he would never admit to this.
Hi Sanne! Could I please request a Wally x reader where she’s super clumsy and kinda shy so when he flirts with her she gets all flustered and clumsy and Wally thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world? Thank you!
got this request AGES ago and forgot to post. hope you like! I don't know much about wally's personality admittedly except for the few comics I've read with him 🫣
gn!reader. wally makes your body and mouth clumsy. kissing and confessions. drinking.
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"So what exactly is this again?" Roy asks, peering at his glass.
"It's a mocktail," you say.
"No, I get that, but why is it blue? And sparkly."
"It's supposed to be the ocean," Dick says. "Duh."
"Oh, sure. As usual, I'm the idiot. Never had the creative mind to find worlds in drinks. 'S like I'm drinking a snow globe."
"I can get you something else," you say, laughing.
"No, I like the snowglobe." Roy curls his hands around the glass protectively. "My snowglobe."
The team's decided to try their hand at a trivia night at a local bar. It's gone better than you expected, with only one near-blowup and no glasses thrown. All in all, a good night.
"I would like another daiquiri, please," Donna says, holding up her glass. "These are delicious. What flavor did you say this one was?"
"Passion fruit."
She nods. "Indeed. I'm passionate about this fruit."
"Don't get my team too hungover," Dick says, eyes shining and cheeks pink from two drinks.
"I'll do my best," you say.
If only Wally were here, you don't say. He'd be a big help in getting everyone back to the Tower. You have no idea how you're going to manage the Wonder Twins and Garth wobbling all over the sidewalk. Roy, though perfectly sober, will provide zero help, too busy giggling at Dick's lack of motor skills.
You take Donna's glass because she deserves another passion fruit daiquiri if she wants it, darn it. You order that and another two baskets of fries. Dick's got the tab. Everyone's taking advantage.
"Need a hand?"
You turn with the fries cradled in one arm and the daiquiri in your other hand. You don't anticipate Wally to be standing as close as he is.
The baskets go flying.
"Whoa!" he says, darting out to catch the food. He does so perfectly, of course.
"Oh!" Your face goes hot as Wally grins at you.
"Careful," he says. "All those heroes and not a single one came to help you carry the food? They should be ashamed of themselves."
"They're, um, having a good time. It's okay, really." Did you manifest him being here? "I was just thinking about you."
Wally's grin widens. "Oh, yeah? Anything in particular?"
Now, why did you say that? Your tongue just gets so clumsy around him.
"I was—I mean, it wasn't—I was thinking about how helpful it would be if you were here. I was hoping you'd come."
"Well, hope no more! You've got an official superhero on your side."
Wally wriggles the glass out of your hand and gestures for you to go ahead. Now you're carrying nothing. You go, knowing that protesting does no good with Wally.
"Seems like wherever you go, Wally isn't far behind," Roy says, waggling his eyebrows. "You two psychically linked or something?"
Dick and Donna exchange smiles. You look at Wally, mildly mortified by the teasing.
"We're soulmates, actually," Wally says, and that makes your whole body hot. "Wouldn't expect you to understand, Arrow Boy."
"Dude, I'm hurt." Roy clutches his chest. "I thought we were soulmates."
"You wish. Where's Garth?"
"Bathroom," Dick says.
Donna makes grabby hands for the drink. She takes a long sip and gives you a thumbs up. You return it.
"We should play pool!" Dick says.
"No way, you cheat," Roy says.
"I do not! Donna, do I cheat?"
"Physically, Dick doesn't cheat, but he has a long history of psychologically manipulating opponents," Donna says.
Roy snaps his fingers. "Bingo."
"I don't cheat, I'm just that good." Dick smirks. "Anyway, I'm tipsy, so my aim will be off."
Roy rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right. No bets. I can't afford to lose anymore money to you."
"Fine. You two joining us?" Dick asks, looking at you and Wally.
"I don't know how to play pool," you say, a little embarrassed. Working on a team of superheroes, the least you could do is know how to play pool. Pool is obviously a cool people game. Batman probably taught Dick pool when he was, like, eight.
"That's fine, we can teach ya," Roy says.
"No, we suck at teaching," Dick says. "Remember, Roy? Remember how we suck at teaching people? Wally's way better at teaching."
Roy glances at Dick, then at Wally. He nods slowly. "Ah... yeah. Our, uh, shortcomings as teachers—yeah, we suck. Wally, you're up!"
Wally squints at them. "What're you talking about? You guys are better at pool than me."
"Not true! You can calculate physics in your head and shit. Go on. Shoo, fly," Roy says, waving him away.
Wally looks at you, questioning. You shrug, trying to play off how nervous you are at the prospect of being alone with him.
You follow him to one of the pool tables. He takes down a cue stick and gives it to you.
"You really don't have to teach me," you say, suddenly self-conscious. "It's not a big deal."
"I don't mind," he says, smiling. "Plus, what if you're a pool prodigy and we never find out because I never taught you and unlocked your ability? Tragic."
You laugh. He beams. You back up against the table and the wooden edge hits your back. You wince.
"You okay?" he asks, inspecting you.
"Fine." You sigh. "Okay, I'm ready to unlock my special abilities."
"Right on. So you're gonna hold the cue like this."
He puts it in your hands and adjusts your grip.
"Okay, and you're gonna stand like—uh, is it cool if I touch you?"
"Uh-huh," you say, hoping your voice isn't high and breathy.
Wally gently bends you forward and moves your hips so your legs are planted. He's behind you, mouth near your ear.
"Alright," he says, and your whole body goes aflame. He's so close. "So pull back..."
You pull back the cue and promptly elbow Wally in the stomach. He grunts and you drop the stick, mortified.
"Oh my God," you say, spinning around. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. God—"
You dart away, the humiliation too overwhelming. You're making a beeline for the bathroom when Wally appears in front of you. Damn superspeed.
"Hey, hey," he says, hands on your shoulders. "I'm okay. Seriously, don't even worry about it!"
"No." You shake your head. "I give up. I'm too uncoordinated for this stuff. There's a reason I'm not out on the field."
"Aw, c'mon, none of that," Wally says, rubbing your arms. "You're a valued member of the team even if you don't go onto the field. What you do is important. You're like our Oracle."
"I've been tripping over my own feet all night," you say, looking down.
No guesses as to why you've been so clumsy. Starts with a W, ends with a Y.
"Well, I'll always be there to catch you," Wally says warmly. "I have great reflexes. It's kinda my thing."
You busy yourself with picking at a loose thread on your shirt, so Wally won't see your response to that.
"I'm still sorry for elbowing you." You cover your face at the memory. "Ugh."
He laughs. "Nah, it's okay, honestly. I'm a tough guy. Put on my own suit and everything."
And now, your mind is inundated with images of Wally in his suit.
He carefully tugs your hands from your face, gaze soft. You're caught off-guard as Wally rubs your knuckles with his thumbs.
"Listen, I..." He glances around as if searching for words. You've never seen Wally at a loss for words. He's usually talking too fast for anyone to keep up. "I don't know if maybe I'm misreading this. I don't think I am. But if I am, feel free to elbow me again."
Your eyes widen. "I would never—"
And quick as anything, Wally leans in and pecks your lips. It's warm, like a shock of electricity. You barely have time to process it.
"Oh," is all you can say.
Wally smiles nervously. "Is that a good oh or a 'I'd like to punch you in the face' oh?"
"I like you," you blurt.
He relaxes into a grin. "Know what? I kind of suspected. Especially after those idiots practically forced us into playing pool. I'm dumb but I'm not that dumb."
"You're not dumb, Wally."
"When it comes to this stuff, I really am. But I'm happy you like me because I really like you. Like, a lot."
"Yeah? Elbows and all?"
Wally laughs, draws you in again for a kiss. "You can elbow me any time, babe."
After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand
Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.
You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.
You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"
You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.
She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"
She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.
After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"
She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"
You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"
You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"
You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"
Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.
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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.
The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"
You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.
"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"
Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.
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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"
You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.
When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.
The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"
You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"
You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.
When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"
You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"
You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.
"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.
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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"
She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"
She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"
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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.
He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"
Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"
You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?
He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?
Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?
You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.
Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"
Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"
The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.
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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"
Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"
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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.
"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.
What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?
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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.
You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"
He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.
When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.
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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"
"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"
"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"
You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"
Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"
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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.
You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"
A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"
His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.
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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"
Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.
You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.
"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"
He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"
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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"
His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.
One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.
His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.
You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"
He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"
He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"
You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"
warnings — fluff x2900. kissing. swearing because that’s how i show my excitement. me willing to give my whole life for this man <33
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kaus’s note 𓈒⟡ ݁. seen someone talk about his love language being acts of service and i thought a lot of things so here we are! time to get to work! | gif credit — @edmundo-diaz
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ACTS OF SERVICE !
let’s start strong and very fucking on point.
he’s such a amazing boyfriend sometimes it makes you wanna cry.
holds the door for you everywhere you go. sometimes he even jogs a little to get to the door before you.
even if your hands are full or not— and they never will be because he’s willing to hold EVERYTHING for you.
OMG! when i say everything i when everything! you don’t want to carry your purse anymore? he can hold it. he’s soooo sweet!
if you do try to open a door, he’s most definitely pouting about it later but he’ll let you have it.
also he pulls out your chair for you.
is the type to take off his shoes so then you can have them if you’re feet are hurting in heels.
is it raining and you don’t have the right jacket? he’s giving you his. no questions asked. he doesn’t want you to get a cold.
makes breakfast in bed for you. even though you keep telling him he needs to be asleep. he just doesn’t listen.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION !
please don’t let me get start on this man and his beautiful words.
in his eyes you can do no wrong. like ever. and if you ever think otherwise he’s saying the sweetest things to you.
peter will never be shy about his words to you.
if it has anything to do with you and absolutely praising your whole existence he’s going to say it.
leaves you the cutes notes if you’ve taken a nap with him and he has to go to work and he knows he’s not getting you up anything soon.
randomly sends you texts about how work is going and always asks you what you’re doing.
calls to check on you when he’s in the basement.
i can just imagine him calling you when he’s walking to farr’s office and he’s like “just called to ask what you were doing.” you will only be able to laugh. “peter, you just left.”
QUALITY TIME !
loves going shopping with you! omg! he fucking loves it and he will admit it.
he just loves to see that cute little smile on your face when you see something you like. makes his heart arch.
he also likes going grocery shopping with you. that’s really just to spend good time with you.
loves brushing his teeth in the morning with you. he isn’t sure why but just loves talking to you when you’re half asleep.
is willing to go anywhere with you. and when he finally gets a week or two off? man just know y’all are flying somewhere.
maybe even a good old road trip of you’re down.
i feel like he’ll love going places where there’s a beach. he’s definitely either in the water playing catch with some random kids or man.
OR he’s taking pictures of you. staring at you. telling you how good you look in the sun and in that bathing suit.
calls you when he’s completely bored and lonely in the basement, and he just can’t help but think of you.
“don’t you have to be listening for the phone to ring?” you would tease and he would practically hear the grin on your face. ”yes, but they can wait,” he chuckled, waving the phone off with his hand. the two of you only laughed.
RANDOM SHIT I THOUGHT ABOUT !
your friends most definitely love him. they are forced!
they kinda hate that they like him so much.
peter doesn’t care too much for himself most of the time so you have to look out for him when he isn’t.
if you’re the type where you love being up all night and watching movie. peter is your guy!
when he’s off he’s most definitely watching movies with you or sleeping on your lap.
that just got me thinking of sleeping positions.
and he most definitely lays his head on your chest like a big baby. his arms are wrapped around you and all that.
you’re little spoon! yes, he may be a baby but this makes him feel like he’s protecting you so you’re little spoon.
off topic but he most definitely kisses you on your shoulder and face in the mornings to wake you up.
𓏲 ★ 2023 starr-k !!
finished this up at like 4am started at 2am. thought it would’ve taken me longer.
Would you be willing to write another part of : “The Twins” ?
Here’s a little something from the twins’ universe.
Reinforcements
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader (featuring platonic!Jonny Russo)
Summary: Billy has been working too hard as of late, so Jonny decides to recruit you in an attempt to pull his brother from his work spiral.
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“Jonathan Russo, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you tease with a smirk as a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
The dark eyes that look down at you widen and his mouth parts slightly.
“Sweetheart, I’m Billy.”
You shake your head, your smirk widening.
“No you’re not. I can tell you apart, you know.”
Defeat flickers over Jonny’s expression and his shoulders slump slightly, though he doesn’t remove his arms from around you.
“How?”
You shrug.
“Don’t know, I just can,” you lie.
He hums, unconvinced. But you’re not going to reveal to him how you tell the two brothers apart. That one look into their eyes gives their identity away.
Jonny always looks at you with fond recognition, the two of you are best friends after all, but it could never compare to the way Billy looks at you.
Billy looks at you with a softness that burns in its intensity, a dizzying contradiction that sums up your lover perfectly. He doesn’t let many into his heart, but once you’ve found a place there he will love you fiercely. That’s what you see in his eyes when he looks at you.
Not to mention the fact that Billy’s hands would have instantly wandered down your body and his lips would be pressed somewhere against your skin.
Jonny’s touch is affectionate but nothing that would land him in trouble with his brother.
He nudges his chin down onto the top of your head before he begins to tug you towards the hallway of your apartment which leads to the door.
“Will told me to get you some dinner.”
You narrow your eyes at him, pulling on your shoes as he takes your coat down from the coat rack and shakes it lightly.
“So, we’re going to pick something up that we can take to him while he’s working?”
The corner of Jonny’s mouth lifts as you slide your arms into the coat, and he squeezes your shoulders as you adjust the collar.
“Course we are. But only you can get away with pulling a stunt like that on him.”
Billy won’t allow many people to interrupt him while he’s working. At the moment, he’s been updating Anvil’s training program and you know how much effort he’s been putting into it.
Although, when Billy is consumed by a project like this you and his brother are usually the only ones allowed to enter the office.
With the almost sheepish edge to Jonny’s smile, you’re willing to bet that even his presence had been deemed a nuisance by Billy today. No wonder he has decided to bring you in as back up.
“Where are you thinking of?”
He shrugs his own coat on, his face lighter now that he’s gained your support.
“Well, there’s that diner he pretends he hates.”
“The one he calls a greasy mess but finishes their burgers in practically a minute?”
He breathes out a small laugh before he nods.
“That’s the one.”
Grabbing your keys, you turn off the lights and follow Jonny out of the apartment.
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Billy looks tired. If you hadn’t known that he hasn’t been sleeping well lately, you could blame the low light of the lamp on his desk for the shadows under his eyes.
He tilts his head slightly, aware that someone is in his vicinity but too consumed by whatever he’s writing down to look up properly. Your voice is soft as you say,
“Hey you.”
The tension that lifts from his shoulders is overly visible as his eyes land on you. Lowering his pen, he says your name softly. Then he frowns.
“Where’s Jonny?”
“I told him to go home.”
“Good.” He threads a hand through his hair as he rolls his shoulder. “Been hovering round me all day.”
The corner of your mouth lifts as you cross over towards Billy’s desk.
“Might that be because this is technically his office too?”
He narrows his eyes at you, but his expression softens as he looks over you, gaze settling on the paper bag in your hand.
“What’s in the bag?” he asks as you perch yourself on the edge of his desk, directly next to him. He turns his chair slightly to face you.
Tugging gently at his tie, you loosen it away from his throat and undo the button at the collar of his shirt.
“Dinner.”
When Billy gets hyper focused on a project, he tends to forget that his body has needs. Not only does he skip meals, but he forgets that he’s been wearing a three piece suit since six this morning.
He hadn’t even realised how uncomfortable he was until you slipped his jacket from his shoulders.
With a small sigh and a nod of acceptance, he moves his papers out of the way, clearing his desk for the two of you to eat. You take this as your cue to drag a chair over from the other side of his desk, settling yourself next to him.
As you’re unboxing the dinner, setting up napkins and finding some coasters for your drinks, Billy removes his watch and rolls his sleeves up.
When you hand him his dinner, he smiles at you, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Despite the grumbling of his stomach at the scent of food, he hesitates, dusting nonexistent dirt from his thigh. You already know he wants to apologise for working so hard, likely feeling guilty about the fact that you should be at home instead of delaying your own dinner and spending it here with him.
Before he can say anything, you take his fidgeting hand and give it a small squeeze.
“I’m proud of you.” His eyes widen. “I’ve always admired how dedicated you are.”
You glance over at the papers at the other side of his desk - training simulation routes, floor plans for new exercises, the contract for a new building.
“I know you’re a perfectionist, and I know how much you care about the people here.” Looking back at him, you give his hand another squeeze. “But they care about you too, Billy. None of us want to see you going without for the sake of perfection.”
“I-” As his voice cracks, he blinks rapidly.
He swallows hard, eyes glossy. Then he clears his throat, looking down at the floor.
“Thank you.”
Knowing that he needs some time to think, before he can truly respond to your words, you give him a small smile before you nod towards the thin cardboard box in front of him.
“Your burger’s getting cold.”
His lips quirk slightly as he reaches for his burger, watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye as he says,
“I love you.”
Stealing a curly fry from his box, you smile back widely as he feigns a look of betrayal.
I feel so dumb while commenting, because 90% of the time it’s just me quoting the fic and going “oh wow??” or “YESSS” or “NOOO” or “PAIN” because i’m an inarticulate mess but. Writers genuinely EAT THAT UP and are super thrilled and delighted about it.
SO: Don’t trust your socially awkward, anxious guts, trust me. That clumsy, weird comment you felt awkward leaving? Will make a writer’s day. Seriously, it’s the truth.
The video below may have inspired me a little bit 🤏🏻, just a little… not a lot…
Ok… maybe a lot…
But like now I have a Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw fic that I absolutely can not wait to write.
Y’all have no idea how when I first saw this it screamed “Rooster” to me. You all know he’d 1000% + more be this way if his significant other was to be like this shocked with him. You can NOT change my mind on this.
I can NOT wait to write this. Uggh I have other works that need to be done first though! Anyway if you’d wanna read it go right ahead and follow my other page. It may not come out for a while, but just know it’s already started and in the works 😂.
I’m so freaking ready!!! My bestie is going to kill me… for adding another on, but I don’t care 🤷♀️ I’m inspired and there’s no stopping me when I’m inspired.
Cass, Cass, from the prompts list!!!!! "I won't let them put their hands on you" 🫠😶🌫️🥺💕💕💕💕💕
(I love you how have you been are you taking care of yourself I love you)
25. “I won’t let them put their hands on you.”
From Meaningful Gestures Prompts. Let's go!
There was just something off tonight. Maybe the hours in the air were starting to affect you. No one in the detachment had trained so hard in their careers and bodies were at breaking point. Maybe the locals were feeling a little too common, you weren't sure. There was just something not quite right, and while no one was saying anything, everyone could feel it.
It would be a one-drink maximum and you'd all get out of there.
The moon told the story as it hung round and red high above. “That guy has been watching you all night,” Jake muttered beside you, sipping his beer.
“He's allowed to look, don't blame him, really,” you joked and looked to where Jake nudged his head. Not your type, but catching his eye sure made him look like the cat that got the cream. He grinned widely and talked to his friends, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. “He’s not going to touch.”
“I don't like the look of him. He looks like he's had one too many,” Jake told you.
“I don't need protecting, Hangman,” you reminded him, kindly. It wasn't just Jake though, all of your friends had their own hero complexes. If you were uncomfortable, you'd be swept away by Javy, Bob, Mickey, anyone. There was an endless queue of men lining up to protect your honour.
It was great and terrible all at once.
“I know you're quite capable of taking care of yourself,” Jake softened. “Just one more?” he waved the beer bottle as you nodded and he went to the bar. You chatted to Rueben for a while until you felt a warm body sidling to yours. Assuming it was Jake back, you looked up with a bright grin. You paused, face to face with the guy from earlier, encouraged by your apparent enthusiasm to see him. Bad move, you realised as he held a drink towards you.
“Flying early, sorry,” you apologised. You weren't going to take a drink from anyone that you didn't know, especially here.
“Oh, you're a pilot?” he asked, noting your lack of uniform as his gaze ran up and down your body. As a personal rule, you never wore your uniform out - was it necessary to put civilians in the place when they got the wrong idea about your role, rank or the rest that came with life in the Navy? Sometimes you just wanted a night off. You let Jake and Javy parade around in their khakis, it was an easy way to get laid. Good luck to them. But not you.
“Uhh, yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for the drink though, huh?” you said, turning back around, taking that one step closer to Reuben who keenly watched the exchange. He knew you could handle yourself, but he could smell the booze pouring off this guy and didn’t want you to get caught in the middle of anything.
“Here ya go, sweetheart,” Jake announced loudly, sliding between you and the guy, turning to smile widely at your new friend. “So kind of you to offer our girl a drink, son,” he said as you sighed. That was exactly how most fights started around here.
“Could have just said you had a boyfriend instead. Jesus...” the guy muttered.
You saw Jake’s jaw twitch. “You one of those dudes that don’t think men and women can be friends?” he asked kindly, his accent that little deeper as his frustration increased.
“Look, man, I dunno who you are, but I was just trying to be nice and offer the bitch a drink. She said no, I’m cool,” he said. He sure didn't seem cool.
Jake’s jaw twitched again. Jake was not cool. Not cool at all.
“Bitch,” you repeated to yourself. Frankly you'd heard worse, but this boy didn't know you well enough to deign you with the pleasure of destroying in front of every patron in the bar. “Jake, please don’t - ” you tried.
“Now, that’s not nice,” Jake said evenly, and you weren’t surprised when Rooster imposed his frame beside Jake. He gave you a pleasant grin over his shoulder. He fucking lived for a good fight, verbal or physical Bradley wasn't picky, it was the worst thing about these two being wingmen. They got into scraps often... and without hesitation, the other idiot would be backing him up without question. They were always the last ones standing too, leaving you and the rest of the team begging bar tenders not to call the cops and dragging them out before scrapes were visible.
“I don’t know where you learnt your manners, but you are definitely going to apologise to my friend,” Jake continued. You’d never been so embarrassed.
“I’m not doing shit,” the guy snipped, a couple of his friends joining him. He looked at you. “Look at the fuckin’ trouble you’ve created. Slut. Bet they all take their turns unloading on you, huh?”
“Jesus Christ,” Rooster muttered, bouncing on his toes. It was itching to lay into him. You swore you heard Jake’s knuckles crack amid the noise and chaos that threatened to spill.
“Jake, he’s a dick. He’s not worth it,” you tried again, slinking between them, vying for Jake’s attention. you held his face. “Hey, I don’t need my honour defended over some dropkick who thinks he’s worthy of my time. Let’s go outside - ”
Jake stared at you hard before he thrust behind him, keeping you out of harm's way as drinks were thrown and screaming erupted. Rooster, Reuben and Javy were in the middle of it before you realised Jake was dragging you away from the mess around you, guiding you outside.
“Jesus Christ, Jake,” you pushed him away. “That was the stupidest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“He was insulting you,” he defended himself.
“You’re insulting me, ignoring my wishes like that.”
He didn’t say anything, a little embarrassed.
“I took care of it. He was just some idiot.”
Looking over his shoulder, he could see that 'just some idiot' was now begging mercy, pinned between Rooster and Javy, a look of sheer terror crossing his face. “I won’t let them put their hands on you.”
"It's not up to you, Jake, to protect me. You run your mouth and escalate something I had under control."
Gazing back at you, he replied, "I don't want anyone to put their hands on you."
You sighed. It was no secret how Jake felt about you to anyone, especially you. But he respected your wishes of wanting your career and sacrificing relationships, including friendships if that may be, to further yourself, it was one of your personal stipulations. "I know," you said softly. And maybe one day, you'd feel the same as Jake, or any other partner that came along. But right now you were doing well for you.
"Just know, I can't always be there," he quietly reminded you.
"I know that too..." you reached out and hugged him, his entire body enveloping you. You heard the door open, and the noise from inside interrupted you as the guy form earlier left with his friends. They muttered as Jake released you, he still kept wary of them until they were in their Uber's, all way too drunk to drive home. "Come on, let's finish that beer and get the hell outta here."
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Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.
Saw this, and my (dormant) writing brain just went flyboy!Jake - so here we are with a very short snippet (my brain says expand on it, but i also am… lazy)
do we still love ourselves a Jake?
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You are on your second last set, hands gripped around the steel of the bar which is resting on your back. You feel your thighs starting to burn, but just slightly, as you rep out each squat, gaze directed slightly upward, sock covered feet sans shoes, planted firmly on the lifting platform. You are focused, so much that you miss Jake strolling over, an air of nonchalance around him as he comes to stand behind you, legs spread into a stance wider than your own, hands hovering in the air beside your sides. You meet his gaze in the mirror, as you come up on your last rep, only to see a faint smirk lurking around the corners of his lips. He takes a step backwards, letting you re-rack the bar.
You slide out from beneath the bar, only to turn to face him, hands placed loosely on your hips. He has his headphones on, and you airpods in, neither if you move to take either device off, but you don’t need to. A raise of your brow is all you need, Jake knows what you are saying - because you clearly did not need a spot. He only responds with a deepening of the smirk playing around his lips before reaching out. His fingers curl around the right strap of the workout top you are wearing, and he tugs gently. You allow him, your legs taking a step forward, eyes locked with his.
Jake winks, before his lips meet yours in a kiss which goes a little too deep, and on for a little too long, for the gym. When he pulls away, your pupils are just slightly blown, lips parted, as your eyes flicker open, going from Jake’s lips before floating back to meet his gaze.
He only winks again, before kissing your forehead and walking back off, his mission of marking you as his complete.
