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[agcntmadani]

DINAH & BILLY: THE PUNISHER S01E02 “TWO DEAD MEN”

[jedie]

                ❝   𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐘    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒    𝐌𝐀𝐘    𝐁𝐄    𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓,    but    do    not    expect    them    to    do    your    job    for    you.   ❞

@billysrussc | 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐)

[agcntmadani]

hey billy, i see you, going through dinah’s lingerie and her creams/perfumes. bullshit you don’t remember being with her. bullshiiiiit.

[agcntmadani]

reminder that @billysrussc is a lil bitch. BILLY, YOU'RE A LIL BITCH.

[agcntmadani]

       carousel, lights, music, a smile. images that flashed through her mind on the way there, made her stomach turn and her heart sit in her throat, ready to throw itself onto the pavement before her. it hammered against her chest, a tremor almost working its way through her system before she silently told it no, not right now. she was able to handle him, she’d done it before. she’d survived him. now was no different. yet.... it was. because there he stood, looking every inch himself. the him she’d known before that night, the one who had charmed and sweet talked his way into her bed. not that she’d needed convincing of course. but there he was; the only difference being, the scars which sat as a reminder of everything he’d done.   “ came alone, just like you wanted. “   a gun sat on her belt, ready for the inevitable, and besides, he’d never said come unarmed.   “ you remembered your sense of style at least. “   ------------------  @billysrussc​​​ ⁞⁞ ❮ billy. ❯

[agcntmadani]

@billysrussc​ said:  & hehehe  // scar meme.

        her legs cemented to the floor, heart hammering against her rib cage, threatening to break through and fall to the floor. he hadn’t been this close since.... ---- the thought wasn’t something she wanted to dwell on. something she refused to dwell on. but now, as he invaded her personal space, she was the closest to him she had been in well over a year. it was strange. he had the same scent he’d had back then, and she’d always assumed it had been some sort of cologne, or some sort of body wash. maybe he’d been using it again. as he took another step, she felt her breathing hitch in her chest, causing her to take a slower breath in. she knew what he was doing, what he was looking at and for a few seconds she could almost feel herself falling. could almost feel the panic bubbling up within, her hand balling itself into a FIST at her side, itchy to reach for the gun that no longer sat in it’s holster on her belt. 

         eyes closed as he raised his hand, unable to look him in the eye as she felt his fingertips graze her cheek, moving upwards past her temple, up to her hairline where he stopped. it still didn’t feel right, sensation not returning fully like the doctors had told her it would. it felt more like pins and needles, as though soft tissue would never grow the way it had before, NERVES BURNED AWAY with the pull of a trigger. she could feel the tremor, her own body betraying her as it trembled beneath his touch, hot tears pricking the corners of her eyes yet she blinked away any tears that would threaten to fall. eyes opened slowly, meeting the gaze of the man who’d given her the very scar he was now just barely touching.    “ you should be proud of your HANDIWORK. healed pretty clean, didn’t it, billy? “    did he remember it? how it felt when he pulled the trigger, putting her down, almost killing her? would he ever? would she be doomed to be a constant shadow in a memory that would never come back?   

[agcntmadani]

@billysrussc​ said:  “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.”

        hearing those words, she could have exhibited some sort of sympathy, or empathy. she’d had nightmares herself after the gunshot, she’d been unable to sleep for fear of reliving that moment over and over again. she’d hear the carousel first, see the lights, hear their voices and then.... he’d be there, and the gun would raise.... ---- the nightmare had eased over time, but a peaceful night’s sleep? that hadn’t been achievable in over a year. not since sam. not since he’d died in her arms. not since she’d been the cause of it. and yet, here he was, BILLY RUSSO, attempting to illicit some form of reaction from her all because he couldn’t sleep peacefully. her expression set at his words, steely and cold, almost emotionless. what else did he deserve? 

      “ you don’t deserve one. “   if she had her way he’d never have a peaceful night’s sleep for the rest of his life. he deserved nightmares, to be plagued by the faces of those whose lives he’d ended. castle’s family, sam stein, anyone else he’d come across. her brows raised as she took a step closer toward him, almost daring him to come closer, daring him to take a step, make a move. anything.    “ i hope you see them when you close your eyes. i hope they HAUNT YOU for the rest of your life. “    her words were venom, her tone laced with poison as she spat each one at him.   “ billy. i hope you never know peace. i hope it tears you apart from the inside out, and i hope i’m there to see it happen. i’ll make sure frank has a front row seat too. “

[agcntmadani]

@billysrussc​ asked:  20. a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder. ​

        the scent of pancakes filled the room, music playing in the background as she pushed some of the batter in the middle of the pan. a morning off in her line of work was rare, therefore she was making the most of it. just so happened she had the company to make it all the more enjoyable. her head turned to where he was making a fresh pot of coffee for them both, watching him with a small smile on her face. who wouldn’t enjoy that sight in their kitchen?   “ mugs are up top. “   nodding her head toward the cupboard above his head, her lips pursed together, admiring him as she watched him grab the mugs for the coffee. they could have easily had something delivered, or even grabbed something on their way out. but doing this? there was something nice about it, something... NORMAL. 

       turning to flip one of the pancakes, she almost jumped at the feeling of arms wrapping around her middle, pulling her back against him, her body moulded against his. one hand moved to his arms, resting against them as she felt HIS LIPS press against her skin, her head leaning to the side to give him better access, to allow him to go further if he wished.    “ do you actually want these pancakes? “   or was there something else on his mind that had suddenly overtaken the need and want for food? moving the pan off the heat, she turned on her heel, still situated in his arms as her own slid up and around his neck. reaching up on her tip toes, she pulled him down toward her, lips pressing against his in a gently, yet confident KISS as one hand ran up the back of his neck and into his hair.    “ still hungry? “