#bc fuck the russos

[lem0nademouth]

someone make a fucking bingo card i have officially encountered leftists saying that hearing fireworks tonight (4th of july) is making them think “this is what gaza sounds like” “this is what ukraine sounds like”

ITS NOT ABOUT YOU SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS NOT FUCKING ABOUT YOU

[ironmanstan]

Yknow why did they even kill heimdall in infinity war lol. Like they showed him at his absolute coolest in ragnarok and he starts being a more major character whichs like swag bc theres already not many major characters of color and then they pretty much kill him before he gets any screentime what was that about lmao

[thirtean]

me, gripping my chest thinking about shield agents pulling side arms on strike agents because sharon did it first--

[mclqren]

SPORTING SECRETS ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!footballer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you are a famous footballer & you have been dating charles in secret for some time, but your fans start to piece together the clues when they spot him at one of your matches [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader plays for the arsenal women's team. the fc i've used is alessia russo, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername match ready for this weekend ❤️

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user1 i literally aspire to be like you when i get older

user2 she does it againnn!!

user3 london is RED ❤️❤️

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bethmead_ my girllll 💘

yourusername love youu!!

user4 i look up to her sm

user5 sameee!!

user6 HOW IS SHE SINGLE STILLL

user7 literally NO CLUE HOW

charles_leclerc

( caption one: guess where i am 😍 | caption two: london 🇬🇧 )

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yourusername walking back after a victory this weekend:

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user12 LETS FUCKING GOOO

user13 KNEW YOU COULD DO ITTT!!

leahwilliamsonn ❤️❤️

yourusername foreverrrr! ❤️

user14 is no one going to talk about how CHARLES LECLERC is in her likes??

user15 i swear he's been following her for a while, though?

user16 yup!! but this is the first time they're actually interacting with each other on the internet

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yourusername best end to the weekend!! ft millie 💘

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user17 MILLIE IS BACKKKK!!

user18 ugh y/n is such a cutie i can't

user19 OKAY BUT WHO IS THAT GUYYY??

user20 Y/N HAS A MAN??

user21 i'm kindaaa surprised but not really bc LOOK AT HER

bethmead_ so who's the man that's replaced me

yourusername shhh look away ❤️

charles_leclerc millieee!!

yourusername my fav 💘

user22 THE COMMENT FROM CHARLES HELLO?

user23 my two worlds colliding is this a fever dream.

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charles_leclerc my y/n - aka the best footballer i've ever met (other than myself, of course) i'm so happy we can finally share our love with the rest of the world. forever and always, i love you ❤️

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user25 WHERE IS THAT GIRL ON TWITTER BC SHE MUST BE PUNCHING THE AIR RN.

user26 SOMEONE GIVE HER A MEDAL

user27 AHHH SHES SO CUTE!!

user28 NEW PARENTS UNLOCKED

user29 wait can someone tell me who she is??

user30 y/n l/n!! she's a footballer for the arsenal wfc and she's sooo fucking perfect!

user29 ahh!! she's so gorgeous! 💗💗

yourusername the way you posted this without my permission is crazyyy...

charles_leclerc had to let the world know at some point 😘

yourusername i love you tooo! (the caption abt you being better is def a lie but okay!)

charles_leclerc excuse me i dominated the game??

yourusername how - by falling flat on ur ass??

user30 OKAY THEIR DYNAMIC>>>

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yourusername charlieee my love!! thank you so much for supporting me for just over a year (crazy how no one managed to clock us for it until now), you mean so so much to me! p.s. if you ever want to say ur better than me at football, take a look at the last pic. you're welcome. 😊😊

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user31 STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK US SO LONG TO FIGURE OUT

user32 FR like we're meant to be so diligent??

user33 AW MY HEARTTT

user34 icl him in that first pic>>> WOW

bethmead_ still can't believe you replaced me :(

yourusername no one could ever replace you, come over rn 😘

bethmead_ omw!!

charles_leclerc i love you

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE

user35 my heart can't handle this sedate me now.

charles_leclerc WHY THE LAST PIC

yourusername i get to insult you every once in a while 💘

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[whencartoonsruletheworld]

*bitch literally not only used clips but edited them so that it looked like he got them from somewhere else like oh my god

** toddintheshadows literally came in swinging with "so you wanna tell us how you came under the impression that the nazis were gay"

[wileys-russo]

okay but your last annoying sweet gf katie fic had me thinking because i just know she would lose her mind if you ignored her - her ego can’t take it and she’s also secretly clingy af

so here’s my idea/req:

she’s been getting on your nerves a little too much, being all cocky and high and mighty about getting a ball into the net during training that you should have stopped and nutmegging you in the process (bc cmon we all know that she’d eat that up), she’s talking about it non stop so you ignore her to get her to shut up since she’s too quick with her verbal comebacks

only it doesn’t work because she is instantly all over you, doing stuff for you (housewife katie gotta make a comeback) and trying to get you to pay attention to her instead

when it doesn’t work, she just grabs you and forces you into a cuddle until you’re laughing again

nutmeg II k.mccabe

"press in and cut her off!" you heard jen yell over to you as your girlfriend hurtled down the wing, easily passing kimmy and kyra with a few steps. you ran toward her, intending to tap it away from her but you misread her speed, the girl easily stopping and tapping the ball through your open legs as you braced.

you watched on hopelessy after the humiliating enough nutmeg as katies ball soared through the air and swooshed into the back of the net, just skimming the tips of sabs glove as you sighed heavily.

"want some cinnamon for with that nutmeg darlin?" your girlfriend smacked your bum with a grin as she sprinted past you to celebrate with her team, the whistle blowing to end the game as katies team won 5-4.

"that doesn't even make any sense!" you yelled after her with a scowl, the irishwoman only flipping you the bird and sticking her tongue out as you rolled your eyes, kicking at the ground.

this was not something she would let you forget easily.

"-oh and she strikes again!" katie cheered loudly, pumping her fists in the air as she tapped her shinpad through your open legs, nutmegging you as you all showered and changed after training.

"you're so fucking annoying." you muttered, shouldering past her and heading for the showers, the older girl having relentlessly teased you all day about your mistake this morning

at first it was light hearted and of course dating the jokster for years you knew how to take it. but now, almost five hours later, your patience had gone and every little comment, jab and smirk was only rubbing you more and more the wrong way.

you rolled your eyes as you re-entered the change rooms now dressed and ready to leave, her cheeky grin greeting you as you did so, making yet another comment about her goal purposefully loud to steph beside her as you packed up your things.

"better watch it katie, might be single by matchday." jen teased as katie tried to pull you into a hug and you shoved her off, grabbing your bag and your headphones, storming off without another word.

"dog house for you tonight it seems macca." "ah buzz off russo, she loves it."

it took an incredibly silent car ride home with you for katie to realise you may in fact not love it, pushing her away every chance she tried to lay her hand on your thigh, as she always did when driving.

your headphones covering your ears you stared out the window, arms crossed over your chest as you made a point to ignore her and every attempt at making conversation with you.

the moment she pulled in the driveway you were out of the car, popping the boot and grabbing your bag, marching to the front door and waiting impatiently with your headphones round your neck, katie unfortunately having the keys.

"after you gorgeous." the older girl opened the door, gesturing you inside with a charming smile as you refused to even look at her, striding inside as katie frowned, following you inside.

she winced as she heard the bedroom door slam, rubbing the back of her neck realising you were a lot more upset with her than she'd intended. so with a sigh she got to work, determined to make it up to you.

it was around an hour later when the bedroom door opened and you didn't even flinch, eyes trained to the tv as katie shuffled inside. "baby girl?" she tried calling out, huffing when you continued to ignore her.

"i made dinner, your favourite!" she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, slight hope spiking as you got up from the bed. her face fell when she tried to kiss you and you walked right past her, heading downstairs without a word.

"ah! allow me." she was quick to pull out your chair for you, pushing it in and hurrying into the kitchen, grabbing your plate. "made with love, so much love." katie smiled brightly, placing it down in front of you and trying to peck your lips as your head turned and her kiss fell to your cheek instead.

you didn't give her the satisfaction as you began to eat, not even waiting for her to sit down with her own plate as you normally would. "baby please, i'm sorry for the teasin." katie apologised as she sat across from you, your eyes trained down at your food.

"you did good in the gym babe, hit a new pb right?" silence. "your bum looked well peachy in the new training kit." nothing. "that goal you scored where you did the little flick and sweep around wally was glorious!" crickets.

"oi stop ignorin me!" the irishwoman whined, kicking you gently as you continued to blank her, determined to teach her a lesson. you finished your food in record time, standing to your feet and moving toward the sink as katie hurried after you.

"don't you dare! i'll do it gorgeous." she kissed your cheek and maneuvered you away, running the water to wash up the dishes as you left her to it, moving into the living room and settling into the sofa trying to find something to watch.

you were aware of katies movements around the house but you paid her no mind, engrossed in the latest episode of the kardashians, laughing to yourself as your girlfriend would pause to smile at the sound before returning to what she was doing.

awhile later she sat herself carefully down on the sofa, choosing to give you some space as you felt her eyes burn into the side of your head.

"so i did your washin and i put away all the clean clothes from yesterday, i stripped and remade the bed and sprayed that fabric softner scented shit you bought on the sheets, i cooked dinner and cleaned up afterwards." she listed off with her fingers, your eyes still trained to the tv as you didn't move a muscle.

"i packed your bag already for the trip away to villa on friday, i vacuumed the bedroom and i'll clean the bathroom after we shower tomorrow morning." katie continued, shuffling a little closer and laying her body down so her head laid in your lap.

"what else has a girl gotta do to get back in her missus's good books? help me out here babe i'm dyin!" katie groaned, staring up at you helplessly as you fought the urge to look at her, knowing the minute you did you'd crack and you wanted to carry this on for as long as possible.

"angel? love? baby girl? gorgeous? my everything? future mrs mccabe? superstar? peachy bum?" katie rattled off nickname after nickname, poking and prodding at your face as you swatted her hands away, jaw clenching as you held back a smile.

"right! thats it i've had enough of this then." you squealed as just as suddenly as you'd been sat comfortably on the couch you were thrown over the taller girls shoulder. though still not wanting to give her the satisfaction you crossed your arms and remained silent as she flicked off the lights and the tv, carrying you upstairs to the bedroom.

"look at me!" katie threw you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you as you looked to the ceiling. "i love ya, i love ya, i love ya, i love ya-" the irishwoman attacked your face with her lips, kissing over every inch of skin as your lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.

"alright fine! get off me mccabe." you gave in, the brunettes face lighting up at the sound of your voice. "i love ya, i love ya, i love ya-" she continued to pepper your face with soft kisses, hands tangling in your hair as eventually her lips moved to meet yours.

"did you learn your lesson?" you raised an eyebrow as the two of you lay tangled up together beneath the duvet, katies strong arms wrapped around you as her chin rested on your shoulder and your fingers intertwined with hers as they lay on your stomach.

"i learned that next time i win i'll be sure to tease you behind your back and not to your face. what a sore loser!" "katie!"

[ar1mas]

- a rant

no because ive watched this stupid show 5 years ago, and i only noticed this now?? how???

ok. some context first. this is about fox' gotham, a prequel series to batman. or at least a potential one with slight changes. one of those changes is the relationship between oswald cobblepot and edward nygma (spelled with a 'y' for mayhap legal reasons? idfk its silly). whats their relationship like in the show? well...

theyre gay af. idk what to tell you.

okay so oswalds gay as fuck. edwards... ambiguous. totally ambiguous. he had a girlfriend or 2 and a half (kristen kringle, the-woman-who-shall-not-be-named (aka kristen but... blonde? this show is weird), and lee. not comfy counting lee, but technically shes one, hence the 'and a half')! very straight, much hetero (on another side note how tf is oswald the gay one, like i know he wears make-up and shit but eddies all about theatrics and showmanship and flair and hOW IS OSWALD THE GAY ONE NEXT TO HIM?? ok anyway).

so oswald was (is. be real.) canonically in love with ed, ed was.........., and 'penguin in love' is a piece of music composed by david russo for season three in which the whole "im in love with my best friend" thing took place.

that song has been used all over season three, as far as i can tell not once in season four, and once in season five.

.....or so i thought.

because yesterday, while in another obsession phase (of which i get one a few times a year. ive only ever watched the show once, in 2019, when it ended. still dream about nygmobblepot though. i dont dream about media, like ever, but with them, its different), i saw 5x8 to satiate my never satisfied craving of nygmob scenes, obviously skipping the main story bc i dont care about that straight shit. i got to the scene where oswald kills mr. scarface and frees arthur penn from said mr. scarface, after which ed shoots him in the head because thats what one does in such a situation, thought "aw how cute", again, as one does, and then realised.

what was that background music just now? rewinds.... oh. oh haha, its 'penguin in love'. how fun.

WHAT.

WHY IS THAT IN THERE. WHY DID THEY INCLUDE IT.

correction. it wouldve made sense to have it here. they used it in 5x5 for the speech about not backstabbing each other (wedding vows for murderers fr fr), so using it again after their relationship has solidified wouldve made sense.

note how im saying 'would have'.

because it would have made sense, if they used it when ed said "i accept you for the person that you are, just as you accept me for the cold logician that i am. thats why this friendship is great." they didnt, though. they used another equally heartfelt song for that. dunno what its called, it sounds a bit like 'penguin in love' but isnt, not sure if that one has a specific meaning like 'penguin in love' does.

so when was the song used? at 36:08 – 36:17. barely ten seconds, right before eds lines, right before ed kills penn.

...right when penn was sitting in oswalds lap because theyd been fighting for the gun and os fell on the ground.

now. the most obvious answer to "why in the fucking hell" would be because ooh this dudes on his lap so sexy, but no. no. 'penguin in love' is about one specific thing: love. the pure kind. the kind that makes you giddy with butterflies in your stomach, kicking your legs, while youre on your bed, writing in your diary about this guy you have a crush on. and oswald and penn do have history, oswald was more or less fond of penn, but not in love (i mean where would he have found the room in his heart if it was already filled with EDWARD EDWARD EDWARD martin my sweet boy EDWARD EDWARD EDWA-). im also definitely not thinking that penn was so happy about being free from mr. scarfaces influence and not having to kill oswald (oh yeah, the horror. who would wanna kill oswald, the guy with the big ego, who never does anything for anyone without some kind of endgoal- well, unless your name is edward of course) that he instantly fell in love with the guy. i can deal with the homicidal kind of crazy, but that? no. thats where i draw the line.

the next most obvious answer is that it was about oswalds love for ed. more believable, since its what the song was made for, but more believable doesnt mean believable. or likely. because even if i 100% believe that hes been loving this dude for so long its not something he has to think about anymore for it to be true, im pretty sure that itd be very random to suddenly focus on that when oswald was just about to die. so no, even if its what the song is intrinsically about.

so next most obvious answer is- wait. thats it. huh? theres no obvious answer anymore? everything else is brainrot? oh. oh well. its been five years, im sure its too late to worry about it now. what the hell.

im sure you know where im going with this. or maybe not. honestly idk what the fuck im talking about-

youre smart. you know what im about to say. if it wasnt about what oswald was feeling because he was otherwise preoccupied, and it wasnt about penn because that makes no fucking sense, then who was this song used for? who else was in the room?

...oh.

YOU.

YOU FUCKING IMBECILE. YOU STUPID DENSE PIECE OF-

inhale, exhale. no. don’ get mad, you know he cant help it. you know hes totally helpless when it comes to emotions. just breathe. ok.

i hate him. i hate him so much.

if the song wasnt for oswalds sake, it was for his. because i know hes in love with oswald, but does ed? does the producers??

'penguin in love' is about oswalds love. its about his love for edward. its about their love, their relationship. its about edward just as much as it is about oswald.

a-fucking-PPARANTLY, I DIDNT KNOW THAT!! I JUST THOUGHT OH YEAH OZZY BE THE GAY ONE HAHA FUNNY, I DIDNT KNOW IT COULD BE ABOUT ED DIRECTLY!!!

(why am i like this? what is my life? i will never be normal.)

ed has always been the obsessive one. first kristen (and the woman who shall not be named is just an extention of that ofc), then oswald, then lee. and as weve seen with kristen, when hes obsessed with someone, he can become possessive. absolutely not on the scale oswald is on, but still. theres a wee bit of jelly there. oh you have a boyfriend? better get rid of him! oh you wanna run away from me bc i murdered your boyfriend? better keep you right in place and- oh shit did i kill you? ono D:

this is a huge oversimplification, but you get the point. its there. or at least it has to be there because why else do you get so angy that someone is sitting in the lap of your just friend because they were fighting and they ended up in that position totally accidentally? like thats not normal behaviour, for anyone, unless you have possessive tendencies.

i mean its not like penn was a threat in any way. "he wasnt the threat, the dummy was the-" like i understand ed told penn about the submarine which was supposed to be a secret, but come on, like they couldnt make sure penn wouldnt say anything. so why would ed shoot him? its not even like penn was a random dude where that type of thing would be very inconsequential, oswald knew him. hed worked for oswald, and like i said, oswald was more or less fond of the guy. penns just a poor little meow meow, y u kil him eddie? 🥺

unless this fondness was part of the problem. unless ed saw how happy oswald was to see him, got annoyed but let it slide, then used penn attacking os and knowing about the sub as an excuse to kill him. and why would oswald being happy to see penn be a problem to ed? it wouldnt be. it wouldnt be, unless ed thinks oswald is his.

which makes sense. i know im calling him names and calling him out, but like. oswald told him he loved him like 5 times 2 years prior, i dont blame him for believing that maybe theres something to it (especially since that was the point of 3x14, oswald really being in love with him and surprising himself with it). but i thought ed didnt feel the same way? because hes very hetero? because he had a full-on girlfriend before, twice, technically? because-

"the truth is oswald, you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck. even me."

"like i said! you will always fail, because youll never change."

hm. i know this is a bit off topic, but i just got a war-flashback and... why did ed sound so hurt when he said that? "youll never change." "you would sacrifice anyone. even me." why does he care? they were friends, best friends, yes, but why does he sound like a heartbroken wife who just found out her husband cheated on her again? why does-

"honestly you deserve this. you are opportunistic, your loyalty is.. shaking, at best, and you will hurt anyone, anyone, to get what you want."

"and yes, i was not a good friend. to you or anyone. its why im alone. but i saw you for what you are and i valued that!"

...why would edward nygma, the man who literally said "i dont love you" to oswald, be jealous of even the idea that maybe penn could have something going on with oswald? and why would he act on it if hes usually so careful to not reveal his feelings (unless its about kristen. the original obsession, the american dream, the just be normal, show them you are normal, and people will accept you)? he wouldnt.

unless oswald just told him that he knows he messed up. that hes sorry for it.

and unless that made him think that maybe theres a chance.

"love is about sacrifice. its about putting someone elses needs and happiness before your own."

"you gave up your revenge for me?"

a chance... for what?

"life begins anew."

"shall we get to work?"

and if theres a chance, hes not about to risk losing it. not this time.

so maybe 'penguin in love' is about more than just oswalds feelings. maybe they were trying to tell us that, yes, we see you traumatised gay kid, were sorry this is all we can give you, but here you go, eds in love with him too, but don’t tell the channel. subtlely. just for barely ten seconds. and maybe it can be enough.

nope, it wont be. im gonna sit here crying about the injustice of not having them kiss on screen in the finale as was originally intended for the rest of my life. seriously though, what is this, nbc's hannibal, where im noticing something new details every single time i watch the show, causing me to spiral? no, i was already spiralling. the spiralling was the reason i rewatched the scene. the scene simply made it worse.

so yeah, im done freaking out about a mediocre show that was cancelled 5 years ago and is honestly not worth anyones time (like, its ok. it might even be better than i remember since its been so long. i doubt it. but its ok).

tl;dr: ive only now realised that a specific gay song plays in a specific episode of a show i watched 5 years ago and the only reason theyd include it in the episode is if the dude that was not canonically in love with the other dude was in fact gay, they just werent allowed to make it canon, so they added the gay song to subtlely tell us about it.

have a wonderful day, hellsite. dont do what i did and go crazy about fictional gay people. i know you will though, that’s why im here too. i hate gay people. these two make me homophobic so bad, i wanna gauge my eyes out and skin myself-

[chvoswxtch]

conflict of interest

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: another run in with your ex creates a problem with frank. billy is eager to step in and let him handle it.

warnings: swearing, billy being an instigating lil shit (yes that needs a warning, the man is a walking red flag)

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is just a short lil filler chapter to help with pacing as i try to map out the progression of where this is all gonna lead. i thought it would be a nice lil break from the heaviness so far, bc frankie desperately needs to have a good time. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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The clearing of someone’s throat momentarily broke your concentration, but you didn’t glance up from your computer screen, fingers still furiously typing away as you tried not to lose the creative flow that was pouring out of you.

“Yeah?”

You were so focused on finishing up your sentence that you almost didn’t hear the airy sigh laced with slight annoyance that preceded a voice you had been trying to forget about since last week.

“Do you always show your visitors this much undivided attention?”

All at once your assault on your keyboard halted, and you lifted your gaze to look just over your computer screen to confirm that the voice matched the intruder you thought it was.

Steven.

You didn’t even bother to hide your own irritation at his unwelcome presence, glaring at him silently for a full thirty seconds before returning your attention to your article.

“What do you want?”

Hearing him sigh again was like hearing metal nails screeching across a chalkboard.

“I wanted to follow up with you about the article. I haven’t seen anything yet-”

“I handed it off to the original journalist.”

“What? Why?”

Letting out an exaggerated sigh of indignation, you made a show of pulling your hands away from your keyboard, looking up at Steven with your full, undivided, very thin strand of patience laced through your fiery attention.

“Conflict of interest.”

There was a mixture of disappointment and confusion etched clearly onto his features. He wasn’t used to not getting his way, or you being so cold with him, and clearly it was getting to him. The thought of causing him any kind of distress made you want to smile, but you did your best to keep it off your lips, knowing he would take it as an indication you enjoyed his presence. 

“Now, if you don’t mind-”

“Can we just talk?”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in…years. I think there’s definitely some things for us to catch up on.”

Eight. It had been almost eight years since you last saw him. He couldn’t even fucking remember how long it had been. The overconfident smile on his lips only made you want to grab your computer off your desk and throw it directly at his face.

If only it was heavy enough to actually do some damage.

“I don’t want to catch up, Steven. I have work to do, and a deadline to meet. Now-”

“Babe, come on-”

A sharp knock to your door pulled both of your attentions over to that direction, and your brows furrowed slightly seeing another familiar pair of brown eyes staring directly at you.

Billy casually strolled into your office, giving Steven a severely unimpressed side eye that traveled up and down intentionally slowly, flickering his gaze back up as he arched one of his dark brows in question.

“Price.”

Steven stood up a little straighter when Billy surveyed him, giving him his own once over, although his seemed to be composed entirely with confusion.

“Russo.”

As they stood there locked in what seemed to be an immature staring contest, your eyes kept darting back and forth between them, eventually settling on Billy.

“What, do all you rich people just…know each other?”

Billy narrowed his eyes as he stared at Steven, and the second Steven broke his gaze to glance at you, Billy turned to face you, a wolfish grin splitting across his lips as his eyes glowed victoriously.

“Not exactly, doll. Us self mades tend to steer clear of the trust fund dependents.”

Billy flashed you a wink as he rounded your desk to come stand next to you, and you had to fight the laughter that threatened to spill noticing the look of pure offense on Steven’s face. You weren’t sure if Billy could sense that there was history between the two of you, or if he was just feeling extra flirty today, but when he bent down to press a kiss to the top of your head, it completely caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed with heat as you glanced up at him, unable to stop the bashful smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Billy gazed down at you with a smirk as he leaned against your desk, shamelessly letting his eyes wander over you.

“Well, don’t you look pretty. As usual.”

“How the hell do you know him?”

For a second you had almost forgotten that Steven was in the room, and as you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that his cheeks had turned slightly pink from the anger that was burning in his eyes. But before you had a chance to speak, Billy cut you to the chase.

“I own the company that’s keepin’ her safe. Speakin’ of-”

Billy glanced around your office curiously, as if he had noticed something was missing, and his eyes finally settled on yours once again as he lifted both of his brows.

“-where’s the big guy?”

“Doing a perimeter check, said he needed to stretch his legs. He should be back any second.”

“Who’s the big guy?”

Glancing over at Steven, your brows pulled together near the center of your forehead, staring over at him like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Frank.”

Steven’s features immediately dropped in dejection at the mention of Frank’s name, and he blinked a few times before his face contorted in skepticism.

“You call him the ‘big guy’?”

“You saw him.”

“He’s not that big.”

Billy chuckled darkly as Steven crossed his arms over his chest like a disobedient child, arching one of his dark brows in his direction as a devious smirk pulled across his mouth.

“Sounds like somethin’ someone small would say.” 

As if on cue, the door to your office suddenly slammed shut, the sound reverberating in your office like a clap of thunder through the clouds, and the amusement on your face immediately vanished seeing the pure, unbridled rage in Frank’s eyes. Steven’s face seemed to pale, noticing that Frank’s attention was solely on him, and in one swift motion, he was seeking shelter behind your desk. His proximity to you only seemed to piss Frank off further, and Billy wordlessly grabbed the back of your chair to pull you closer towards the side of your desk he was sitting on.

“The fuck is he doin’ here?”

“He’s apparently got a death wish, Frankie. Lucky for you, Price, Castle here is somethin’ of a genie.”

Billy’s voice was full of pure amusement as he glanced over at Steven, very clearly enjoying the fear he saw evidently in his eyes. You didn’t know if Frank had told him about your interview with Steven last week, or anything about the two of you in general, but if there is one thing you had learned about Billy, it was that he was an instigator.

Steven squared his shoulders as he laughed dryly, glancing between Frank and Billy with that same signature cocky smile he seemed to have been born with.

“You’re not gonna cause a scene in public, and certainly not with someone running for District Attorney.”

In that second, you almost felt for Steven, because he had gotten so comfortable with his status and his family name, that he truly believed he was untouchable.

But he didn’t know Billy and Frank.

“No?”

Billy cocked his head to the side slightly, a dangerous glint in his eye as he stared Steven down once again with a smirk still on his lips. Sneaking a glance over at Frank, you noticed that he hadn’t moved an inch. His stony features were set in a hardened expression, jaw tense with anticipation, and eyes glowing with wrath. His hands were clenched so hard at his sides, the skin over his knuckles matched the color of the bone beneath. His nostrils were flaring with vicious exhales, and his shirt looked like it might split open across his chest from how hard he was breathing.

But still he didn’t move.

It was like he was waiting for something…a signal or approval or…

Permission.

For the first time since Frank entered your office, you noticed that Billy’s hand was held out in his direction, in a gesture that looked like ‘stop’. Glancing between the look on Billy’s face and Frank’s position by the door, suddenly it all clicked.

Frank was waiting for Billy to let him loose.

That epiphany had a shiver cascading down your spine remembering the damage that Frank inflicted on the man that had grabbed you in the bar. As you went to stand to quickly try and diffuse the situation, Billy grabbed onto your shoulder with his other hand and pushed you back down into your seat, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to silently say stay. He was the only one in the room that didn’t look nervous, concerned, or angry. He was enjoying this. 

Billy’s touch on your shoulder didn’t go unnoticed by Steven, and his jealousy apparently outweighed his will to live as he twisted his face up in annoyance and took a step closer towards you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You didn’t need to look at Billy to know that he was smiling. You could hear it in his voice. Something in his eyes must have caught Steven’s attention though, because he quickly stopped his advancement, narrowing his eyes as he scoffed.

“And why’s that?”

“You see, I own the company that’s currently protectin’ her. Frank is her assigned bodyguard. This pretty girl right here was threatened by a terrorist group, one of which we don’t know who all the members are, could be anyone. Which makes you, Price, a suspect, a target, and fair game all in one. Up to you how you want this to go.”

Those words had all the color draining from Steven’s face. There was a tint of a warning in Billy’s tone that heavily suggested if Steven made the wrong choice, no one in this room would be held responsible for the aftermath. His blue eyes frantically darted between Billy and Frank before finally landing on you. You gave a subtle shake of your head, but you could see the arrogance in his eyes, and before anything stupid could come out of his mouth, you lightly nudged Billy’s hand away from your shoulder and placed yourself in between all of them like a protective barrier. 

“Look, Peter is the one working on your article. He’s right down the hall. You can go check with him on its progress. I think he actually wanted an original shot of you to go with the article, alright? Go talk to him.”

The defiance in his eyes as he looked directly over your head to stare between Billy and Frank made you want to scream. Part of you was ready to give up completely, wanting nothing more than to step aside and let him face the consequences of his unwavering narcissism. But an even bigger part of you was fed up with all the rampaging testosterone in the room, and your patience with the man in front of you had worn out eight years ago. 

It was steadily beginning to run out with the other two. 

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you laughed humorlessly as you turned around and pointed to all three of them.

“Alright. Out.”

Billy flashed you an expression of innocence as he held his hands up in surrender, a very clear look of ‘what did I do’ splayed across his features. You shook your head as you pointed an accusatory finger in his direction.

“You are not turning my office into a crime scene, William. And you-”

All of the anger radiating from Frank seemed to dissipate the second you pointed your finger and hardened gaze at him. The way his large brown eyes transitioned from being narrowed with murderous intent to wide with surprise and a little trepidation nearly made you lose focus for a second. You hated when he looked at you with those big, puppy dog eyes that made you forget why you were pissed at him in the first place. 

“You are not committing any crimes in my office, Castle. If you three want to keep your little pissing contest going, do it outside. I don’t have time for this shit.”

“But I didn’t-”

You angrily reached out to grab Steven by the collar in one hand to cut off his protests, your other hastily gripping onto Billy’s tie, using all your strength to drag them both towards the door where Frank was standing.

“Shut up. I don’t wanna hear it. Out, all of you.”

Frank’s lips parted slightly in surprise as he stared at you in shock, glancing between Billy and Steven before looking back at you.

“Sweetheart-”

“Out, Castle.”

As soon as you shoved all three of them outside your office, they started bickering amongst themselves. You slammed your door shut as hard as you could, stalking back over towards your desk with a huff as you sat down, harshly tapping at your keyboard to unlock your computer as you grumbled under your breath.

“Fucking men.”

Not even fifteen minutes later, there was a light tapping at your door, and you let out a heavy exhale of vexation.

“What.”

The sound of your door creaking open had your eyes snapping up, and you were met with two sets of very nervous looking brown eyes. You arched one of your brows quizzically as you stared over at them. Billy cleared his throat as he gestured behind himself.

“Price left.”

“And?”

Billy turned his attention to Frank, lifting his brows with an expression of incredulity, to which Frank slightly pursed his lips and shrugged. As the two of them silently communicated, you let out another heavy exhale.

“Is there a point to all this?”

Frank nudged Billy in the ribs, to which Billy furrowed his brows in an expression of discontent. Frank rolled his eyes as he pointed to Billy’s hand, and when Billy glanced down at it, he looked up at you with a charming smile and held up what looked to be a pizza box like it was a trophy.

“We brought lunch.”

Billy eyed you curiously when you finished off your slice of pizza, and when you shot him a glare, he simply chuckled as he looked over at Frank in amusement.

“You weren’t kiddin’. She is grumpy when she’s hungry.”

Billy’s words had your eyes widening, and you whipped your head around to face a very guilty looking Frank that had paused mid-bite. He quickly set his slice of pizza down and started to shake his head.

“I didn’t-”

“You asshole!”

Frank’s mouth hung open slightly as he furrowed his brows, glancing between you and Billy as he started to protest. 

“I didn’t say that-”

“Then what did you say?”

Billy snickered as he watched Frank stumble over his words, picking up another slice of pizza as he left his best friend to drown in the middle of your violent storm without offering a raft. Frank’s mouth opened and shut several times as you stared him down, his shoulders deflating as he sank back in his chair.

“Didn’t call ya grumpy. That was all Bill. How come you ain’t on his ass?”

“He didn’t call me grumpy behind my back.”

“Aw, for fucks sake.”

Frank crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head slowly as he glared silently out the window. Glancing over at Billy out of the corner of your eye, he flashed you a wink when he caught your smile, and you couldn’t help but start to giggle. It really wasn’t fair how cute Frank looked when he pouted. It was also absolutely hilarious to see such a big and intimidating man pouting like a child in time out. As soon as the sound hit his ears, Frank swiftly turned his head in your direction, and the look of pure displeasure on his face had you and Billy both laughing uncontrollably.

“Fuck both of y’all.”

Frank reached over to grab the pizza box off your desk, lifting his legs up to place both of his worn boots over it as he finished off the slice he was working on.

“Y’all can get your own fuckin’ pizza next time.”

“Aww, come on Frank. Don’t be so…grumpy.”

Frank arched one of his dark brows and gave you a pointed look at the teasing tone that accompanied your smirk. Billy folded his arms behind his head, nodding his head over in Frank’s direction with a grin.

“Yeah, have another slice, Frankie. It’ll make ya feel better.”

Frank grumbled under his breath as he flipped both of you off, picking up another slice of pizza to shove into his mouth. 

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[evansbby]

okay nobody asked but here’s another thing i find irritating about chris evans 😂😂😂

Okay so whenever he’s reflecting on his movies, he always kinda turns his nose up at his earlier movies such as not another teen movie and he’s always like “pfffft I was just accepting ANY movie back then” as if he’s sooo much better now?? like bro?!? The movies you’re doing now are low-key WORSE than the movies back then?!? At least not another teen movie was funny in a campy sense and people know of it. But he’s acting like he does the most meaningful and academy award worthy projects now when it’s actually like… bro is doing a hallmark christmas movie with the rock??? he did ghosted which sucked… gray man which sucked… like?!? of course he’s done some great films like knives out, gifted, snowpiercer etc but??? let’s not act like he’s some great cinematic masterpiece of an actor who’s done some great work…

and it’s not just him!! there’s other actors who do this and it’s so annoying… for example, jacob elordi… like he thinks he’s some great cinematic actor bc of euphoria (which btw the second season was so horrifically bad) bUT let’s not forget your origins!!!! WHICH IS KISSING BOOTH!!! never forget that even tho you’re trying to get everyone to forget it!!! priscilla movie isn’t out yet but even then don’t forget where you came from… HE IS SO ANNOYING FR

anyways back to Chris… actually chris isn’t that bad with it like he still talks fondly of his past movies like Scott pilgrim etc but like?!? the quality of his movies now are arguably worse than what we got before 😭😭😭 that’s okay I guess like he’s settled down now, wants to start a family, isn’t taking acting that seriously but you wanna know the truth??? I think he’s been typecasted as a marvel superhero guy and so he’s not getting these great dramatic roles despite the fact that he’s proven he has the acting ability to do them… so he’s doomed to work with fuck ass Russo brothers for the rest of his career (I hate them)

ANYWAYS

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Can I ask you to list a couple things you do like about the show? Or the actors? Or the characters? Or heck anything 911 related? Because it seems like you and your other anons don’t like anything to do with any aspect of it at all from the writers down to the smallest of storyline details 😅

which at that point is probably a good time to step back and stop engaging with it either temporarily or permanently since all it’s gonna do is continue to feed into the negativity your having over it since nothing seems to be bringing you joy about it.

can yall not read? like seriously can yall not read the words when i say “i am not goign to watch season 8 until something good happens”

i feel like a goddamn parrot on here when people like you keep coming into my inbox with this same fucking “maybe you should step back” thing like yeah that’s what i have been fucking saying????

im not going to stop interacting with my friends on here- that’s out of the question. i still love being involved in the fanfic community and i still love the first 5 seasons of the show, but im not going to lie and say that i have been pleased with the most recent installments. if you actually took the time to read my blog and what i talk about you would see that i adore eddie and his queer subtext. i adore buddie as a ship, probably to a crazy degree. i love henren, and bathena, and madney. josh russo is literally one if my favorite canonically queer characters on tv.

i adore this cast with the exception of the talentless nepo baby half the fandom wanna suck the dick of (god knows why other than he’s a fugly white man who kissed their favorite white boy) i love seeing them interact with each other outside of the show.

can i ask you what the writers have given us to actually enjoy the past two seasons? other than the madney wedding? nothing else has been decently written, or taken the story in a positive direction. yeah, we got bi buck but he’s in a relationship with a literal misogynistic racist man who has had repeatedly treated buck horribly with no acknowledgement whatsoever. so no, i don’t like the writers or tim minear at the moment because they have had every opportunity to usher in something positive for eddie, but no bc tim “this show is a drama” minear would rather give the happy plots to his white characters while running his poc characters through more unnecessary trauma and pain (with the exception of chimney, although his happy plotline only happened after he was near-fatally sick an entire episode and bobby whose plotline was centered around a black man’s trauma being dug up and thrown in his face)

the earlier season of this show were such a joy to watch live when it felt like there was actually care going into it from the showrunners and writing team, but lately it’s just them throwing darts at whatever wack-ass drama plot they can think of.

this cast works too fucking hard for the vapid shit they get given to act out each week.

which is why i (once again, in case you were about to gloss over this) I AM NOT WATCHING SEASON EIGHT UNTIL SOMETHING IS DONE TO FIX THE MESS THEY MADE

perhaps writing it in bold, italicized caps will make it easier for you to get it through your head.

and as far as “my anons” if you actually had enough confidence in your message, then why are you hiding behind anon, hm?

i have said multiple times i love interracting with my friends and fandom content that doesn’t have to do with spec. i have said multiple times im holding off on season 8. i have never said i hate the cast or i hate every single plotline the show has ever had, but you know what i did hate? how s6 and s7 turned the show into a fucking ooc mess. it is within my rights as a fan to dislike a season of a show for valid reasons.

what’s not okay is you coming into my inbox repeatedly saying “take a break” when i’ve said multiple fucking times that i plan to rather than just blocking me if youre so offended by people agreeing with me that the show is at a make it or break it point.

please kindly take yourself out of my space if you’re not going to actually take the time to read the words i post and just immediately send me anonymous hate because you didn’t like my posts

[mcusoulmateau]

Can we talk for a minute about Betty Ross's story?

I mean her meta narrative, really, how she is in comics defined by the relationships to Thaddeus and Bruce, two men with so much potential to hurt her, and she's powerless.

She gets experimented on and turned into the Harpy, which is just loaded with sexism. Angry Woman = Evil Scary Beastie of Myth. And then she's fixed and back to being powerless.

Over the decades, she has good moments and bad, getting married and divorced, the usual "I'm in danger bc I love a superhero" angst, standard comic women stuff.

She becomes Red She-Hulk, in which she is once again defined by the men in her life. Now she's just a mash up of Thaddues and Bruce instead of getting a name or powerset unique to her.

(Ok I know the whole Hulk Family is pretty derivative with naming conventions, but "Red She-Hulk" feels so clunky to me that it's hard to see it as anything other than defining Betty by Thaddeus and Bruce.)

More recent comics have seen her become the Red Harpy, a blending of the Harpy and Red She-Hulk personas, and Betty is absolutely feral. Some of the Red Harpy panels haunt me. And I fucking love it.

Red Harpy is decades of simmering female rage. She's a woman who was constantly held back by men, defined by men, used by men, and now she has CLAWS and will absolutely murder you. She feels very Jennifer's Body, you know? Watching Red Harpy eviscerate the Hulk is heartbreaking, but also kind of a vicarious thrill. Like the ultimate "good for her."

And then there's MCU Betty, who wasn't so much mistreated by the male writers as she was.... forgotten. Until the Russos said in an interview that she was dusted in the Snap, that is. Liv Tyler is rumored to be coming back in the next Cap movie, and I am eager to know if this Betty Ross is also given talons. I mean. I'm almost positive that they'll mishandle her no matter what, but it would be nice for then to at least remember her existence.

[saintmurd0ck]

in perpetual fall, in immeasurable rain

masterlist

characters: frank castle, matt murdock, father lantom

summary: based on this anon ask about frank finding matt's church in his quietest, weakest moments

warnings: mention of grief, trauma, blood/canon typical violence

a/n: i believe (i think) that my angst-fuelled fic writing is over. for now. back to smut after this (thank fuck). to the anon who requested this: i love you, and i'm sorry bc this shit is gonna hurt

song pairing: the archer (taylor swift)

He’s never felt so hollow.

The hard wood of the hassock bites into his knees, a familiar pain from the days of his youth. He thinks it’s futile, pressing his hands together like this, staring upwards at the wooden rafters and stone carvings, perhaps upwards, at something– someone beyond. 

The church’s hallowed ground feels tainted with his presence, its sombre atmosphere marked by the echo of his sins. Silence stretches out around him, expanding its way into every dark crevice in his mind, filling the cracks marring his heart. 

A bitter taste fills his mouth. Being here feels wrong. Kneeling here, basking in the presence of a God that’s long since forgotten him… He clears his throat, knuckles going white from the pressure of squeezing. He has to try. For them, he has to try.

“Dear Father,” he murmurs, “it’s… it’s been a while.” Frank swallows, ignoring the dread sinking in his stomach, raising a hand to wipe at his bleeding temple. The blood drips through his fingers, and Frank follows the trail. It pools thinly on the cathedral floor.

“Ah, fuck,” he curses, staring at the splattered marble. 

His throat bobs as he leans down to look at the mess, mouth twitching as he gazes at his own reflection. He doesn’t like the man who’s staring back; the man whose eyes are haunted. Sunken. Almost devoid of life. He can’t stand the sight of himself. Who could, after all he’s done?

His head snaps back to face the altar, chest tightening as he tries to shrug off his intrusive thoughts. “I’m uh–,” Frank starts, clasping his hands together, “M’sorry for swearin’. I know it’s not proper.” He bites his lip as his mother’s lilting accent fills his ears. ‘Francis, no swearing. OK?’ she’d say, tugging on his earlobe affectionately. ‘I don’t know where you learn this… language.’ Although she was a stern, no-nonsense woman, she warmed his heart, broken English and all. 

Tears sting Frank’s eyes as he recounts that loss. And the loss of everyone else he’s ever bothered to love. His parents, Maria, the kids, Russo, Gunner– he stops and thinks. His breath falters as he thinks about all the people he’s failed.

He’s nothing more than a soldier now, defeated in his own war. Reduced to nothing but pain and gore and torment. All his days of brotherhood, of heart-leaping joy… they’ve long since turned to ash and dust. And what of his friends? They all become enemies in the end.

Frank sniffles, pushing back the throbbing ache in his head, setting aside the growing void in his heart. His voice breaks. “It hurts, Father,” he hisses, tasting salt on his tongue. “It f– it hurts so goddamn bad.” 

He pulls his hands apart, staring ahead at the altar, at the flickering candles in the alcoves beyond. His eyes are blazing as his grief turns to wrath. “And where were you.” It’s not a question, not to anyone in particular; not even the omnipotent being above. No, Frank can’t stand the thought of grovelling like this.

He feels like an idiot for thinking this would work.

Every movement is silent, calculated, as he gets up off his knees, pulling his wallet out to leave a twenty dollar bill on the pew. For the blood. His lips press into a hard line as he steps over the stain, heading for the side door he came through in.

He loosens a heavy breath, mulling over the thoughts in his head.

A gentle voice calls from the altar. “Son, are you… alright?” 

Frank jerks his chin towards the sound, feeling his muscles go taut. How long has he been here? 

Shame creeps over his face, turning his cheeks red. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be on my way, Father.”

“There’s no harm in asking for help when we really need it,” Father Lantom begins. “You must’ve been brought here for a reason.”

“Yeah, it was a mistake to come here,” Frank mutters, unable to look directly at the ageing priest. A delicate light in contrast to Frank’s bloodshed.

“Whatever sins you bear, whatever burden it is you carry… it doesn’t matter in the end, son.”

And Frank chokes up. As his eyes begin to well, he feels that  burden begin to rise, bringing with it every last dreg of emotion sitting at the bottom of his stomach. It feels as if it’s searing through his flesh and bones, through every fibre of his being. 

Father Lantom swallows as he watches Frank bury his hands into his face. “There’s no judgment here. Not in my church. Not in the eyes of my Lord.”

“Sorry Father,” a muffled call sounds from the church annexe, “did you say next Wednes– Frank?”

Frank squints his eyes at the figure that emerges and feels his stomach go leaden. “Oh, Christ.” 

Matt Murdock feels like a phantom; yet another face Frank didn’t think he’d ever see again.

“Everything okay, Father?” Matt asks, inclining his head.

Father Lantom whispers something in Matt’s ear too quiet for Frank to decipher before walking away, disappearing into the shadows of the annexe. Frank feels his body tense, suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings, of the heart pounding so loudly within his chest. For a moment in time, he’s grateful for the blood rushing through his ears. It’s a reminder that even in this limbo, his heart beats. He exists, even if every step, every breath, every living second is a chore.

Matt’s voice cuts through. “Let’s talk, Frank.”

Frank’s eyebrows press together as he feels the ‘no’ catch in his throat. He feels frozen in place, unable to run away, because something in his gut tugs at him, telling– no, pleading, him to follow suit.

How is it that in his quietest, weakest moments, he finds himself in Matt’s church? Matt Murdock — the only person who has ever truly gotten under his skin. Made him face himself.

And so he faces himself. He swallows his pride — or the shreds left of it — and opens his mouth. No more running. 

“Okay.”

tags {x} @marvelswh0re

[topguncortez]

BUT A FICTIONAL MAN SAYING THAT????

Panties dropped instantly.

For a fictional man.

A man that does not exist.

A man that is fictional.

Men in real life saying shit like that….prolly be getting a punch in the face

no bc if anyone asks im dating adam carlson. but married to zade meadows. but fucking christian harper. and dante russo. and cade eaton. oh and his brother rhett. and his other brother beau. and rhett’s protege theo. oh and how can i forget about cade’s brother in law cole. and of course the hockey-

[castlecult]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

pairing : billy russo x fem!reader

warnings : +18, penetrative sex ( p in v ), not proofread lmao

event : kinktober 2022

“you okay?” he asked while positioning between your legs. “mhmh,” you nodded slowly, smiling timidly. you watched billy push up your skirt and then remove your panties, he pushed them away and smiled at you, kissing your nose.

“lemme know if you’re uncomfortable,” he said before pulling down his pants, freeing his hard cock. “i just want you,” you slipped towards his body, parted your legs and grabbed his hip.

billy moved his fingers to your center, spreading your wetness while circling your clit, making you squirm under his body. you lifted your hips from the cold floor, feeling yourself growing more and more excited. spreading your wetness on his length, he enjoyed the sensation for a few seconds while a low moan escaped his parted lips.

billy finally slipped inside you, making you moan and squirm. he waited for a moment, letting you adjust. you circled his neck with your arms, pulling him towards you. he got the hint and started thrusting into you, you kissed his lips and moaned into his mouth.

your hands ended up into his hair, grabbing and pulling it. billy groaned against your parted lips, seeking his release. his cock repeatedly hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. “fuck!” billy grabbed your neck, holding you while trying to keep the same rhythm.

you felt yourself growing more and more close to your orgasm, the squelching sound coming from your bodies connected became more louder. “b-billy…” you arched your back, your nails scratching his back. you reached your peak before him and almost passed out from the intensity of the orgasm.

slowly, billy let go of your neck and found himself on his knees. he pulled you closer, your backside pulled up from the floor. he kept thrusting his hips, you knew he was getting close too. billy focused his sight on your chest, enjoying your breasts moving up and down thanks to his movements.

his hands grabbed your hips and held you tightly. he finally came, releasing his seed inside your warm core while moaning deeply. his thrust slowed down while you clenched around his cock, milking him until the stimulation became too much for the both of you and he slipped out.

“oh my god,” you muttered before meeting his eyes. he was smirking down at you, before glancing at your pussy. he pushed his cum inside you again with two of his fingers, making you moan. “don’t want to make a mess on the floor, do you?” he chuckled lowly before leaning forward to kiss you, your hand caressing his cheek softly.

an : hello !! i know i’m super duper late but better late than never right? i’m not sure about writing for the other days bc i end up hating whatever i write so um, yeah … a tiny feedback would be appreciated i guess <3 thank you sm for reading !!

kinktober tag list : @alexxavicry @romanoffswebs-blog @withakindheartx

[bluelolblue]

RARE ASK‼️‼️‼️

Any Santo Russo headcanons :3

WOAAH SANTO RUSSO

I never thought I'd get a Santo Russo ask, but I LOVE IT OF COURSE He is a special breed fr I love that bastard, he's an asshole but he's so silly!

💶 Santo Russo Headcanons 🚬

We know that he smokes a lot, but just double it bc he smokes even more when he's stressed (he eats cigarettes at this point)

He actually likes to do robberies, it brings him adrenaline, gets to flirt with ladies that work at the place (that's the best part for him) and he likes money. He feels proud too, he gets to be a boss to Mario and Salvatore like that

I think he likes to dance. Now hear me out on that, he did a little slow dance (that nearly ended up getting... freaky) with Mariangela so I like to think he actually enjoys it. Just that it doesn't happen often

Another thing with Mariangela, I'm pretty sure somewhere deep inside him, one part of him loves her in a loving husband way. Like, he wants to be a good husband, and sometimes he really tries and shows affection. He can be good. He can love in a sincere way. He just gotta block out the toxic side of himself for that

He loves his kids, his two sons. He can be a good dad when he wants to. I genuinely believe he wants to spoil them. He just gotta show it more often. I mean, I'm sure he buys them stuff and plays with them

He can't cook. Nah. Maybe something basic but anything else? Burnt. And he doesn't want to bother with it anyway 💀

He steals Mario's gums because he actually also likes them, too. Yet he still gets annoyed when Mario chews them for the hundred time in one day

I also think they prank each other in such a dumb way that's funny only to them

Okay, since we're talking about Santo Russo, there are, of course, some a bit suggestive but silly hc's :P

He definitely thought about kissing his two idiots Salvatore and Mario

Actually they all kissed, probably when high as fuck or drunk (or just in a freaky mood when they couldn't pull bitches)

Oh, and definitely... tried... "it's just for fun, and no one will know." Yk, they got curious (and he wanted to try out... new... good feelings, yk)

I'm convinced Santo flirts jokingly with Mario and Salvatore. Sometimes, it's not a joke. He is desperate to get some

Flirting and messing with homies

He watches ummm... 🌽 with his homies (totally doesn't want to do all that with them)

He's still an asshole. But he can be good when he wants to. It's just... Santo. It's the way this mf is 😞

Thank you so much for this ask! Santo is a special freak, one of my favorite Riccardo's characters. I'll watch it again soon bc it's actually so funny (the police part is peak comedy). The Ruthless fandom LET'S GOO AHAHA

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM AND HIS HOMIES

The idiots 😭

[lnsfawwi]

not to defend the Russos and Markus & McFeely or anything cus we'll never know what exactly prompted them to write that bullshit ending for Steve

BUT

I do like to think that they didn't do it bc THEY were reacting badly to stucky's popularity

first. the Russos have always been aware of stucky romantic subtexts. they have been baiting fans with stucky comments since forever. they were they ones first to call stucky a love story, they were the ones used slow-mo for Steve's falling scene specifically to make it poetic and romantic, they might not want to make stucky canon but they certainly wouldn't shove steggy down the audiences' throat when it made no sense whatsoever. remember these guys made movies with 'what would honest trailer say' in mind! besides, they are businessmen in a way, when they shot community they developed Jeff/Annie subplot bc fans were demanding it, they used stucky (as well as sambucky) to bait fans bc fans WANTED it. NO ONE asked for steggy.

second. for all their faults, Markus and McFeely are not bad writers. they didn't write Bucky in the traditional love interest role by accident. they knew well what they were doing. McFeely even admitted that stucky were soulmates and had all the elements of a traditional love story. also unlike the Russos, they wrote catfa, they went into the project knowing steggy wouldn't be endgame, they paved way for stevesharon in caws, not knowing stevebucky would be such a hit. again, they never intent to make stevebucky gay, but if they wanted to make Steve straight, they would've stuck to Sharon.

what I'm trying to say is. endgame was shot back to back with Infinity War and Infinity War stevebucky, however scarce, were totally, completely and beautifully in character. then nothing made sense in endgame. it just doesn't seem plausible if it was their fault.

it's almost as if someone suddenly demanded them to make 1. Steve so straight republicans are using him as alpha male example and 2. Tony Stark the ultimate hero bc he's fucking dying so forget about cacw and aou and all the bs he's done

Kevin Feige you better sleep with one eye open