#breanime's drabble event part two

[breanime]

Prompt for “get that thing away from me” for Jax pls ily

No no, I love YOU! Also, a teeny tiny bit suggestive, but not outright steamy.

You woke up to soft kisses all over your face. You sighed happily in your sleep, smiling as you felt Jax’s lips on you.

“Jax,” you whined, trying not to giggle, “it’s early…”

“I know,” his mouth was on your neck now, and you could feel his smile on your skin, “but you look so pretty…”

Now you did giggle. Jax had been on a run for the last two weeks, and since he’d been back, he just couldn’t get enough of you—and vice versa, to be honest. But you were pregnant, and as you got further into your pregnancy, all you wanted to do was eat and sleep. You, of course, didn’t mind sex with your husband, but Jax was like the Energizer Bunny, he could just keep going and going… “Jax…” You said as his hands started to travel lower. “Too sleepy.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, kissing your neck, “I’ll do all the work.” One of his hands was on your ass, and the other was on your back, keeping you facing him. “C’mon, darlin’…”

You kissed him, both to get him to shut up—his sweet talking could get you to do anything, so you wanted to stop him while you still had the will to do so—and because you just couldn’t help yourself. You ran your hands down his toned arms, happy and comfortable against him. But then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you were a goner.

Two hours later, you were napping in bed, naked and wrapped up in the sheets. Your legs were still sore from earlier—Jax liked to roll you up like a pretzel—and you could still feel his cum on your inner thigh. Your hand was on your belly, resting over the tiny bundle of joy that was growing inside of you—another Teller boy, if your motherly instinct was correct. You heard the sound of feet in the distance, and you snuggled deeper into the blanket, knowing Jax was coming. A few moments later, you felt the bed dip, and you smiled when Jax put a gentle hand on your face.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low, “you hungry, babe?”

“Mm hmm,” you opened your eyes and smiled up at him. God, your husband was a handsome man. “Did you go to the clubhouse yet?”

Jax nodded. “Yeah, I stopped by to check in with Clay. He told me to get my ass back here with my pregnant wife,” he grinned, and your heart flipped at the sight, “I’m all yours, darlin’.”

“And you’re gonna make me breakfast?” You asked, reaching up for him.

Jax chuckled, leaning down and hugging you to him. “I was thinking of taking you out, but I can make you something, if you want.”

“Whatever’s easier for you,” you said, snuggling against his shoulder. You kissed him, and Jax used his body weight to slowly push you back onto the bed.

“Fuck,” he said, grinning as his hands found your flesh under the covers, “You’re still naked?” His mouth started to trail down your neck, dropping kisses as he spoke. “Looks like we aren’t leavin’ the house, babe.”

Jax was on top of you now, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, glad to be with him. He pressed himself down on you, and you felt his growing bulge. “Nuh uh,” you said, pushing against his firm chest, “No way. I’m starving. Get that thing away from me.”

He laughed, “Babe—”

“—No, stop trying to get in my pants—”

“—you’re not wearing pants.”

“—and get me something to eat!”

“I got somethin’ you can eat right here,” Jax grinned, palming his erection through his jeans, “pure cut American beef.”

“Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you, “go make me some food, perv!”

Jax laughed, leaning down to kiss you before straightening up again. “Okay, okay,” he bent down again to kiss your belly, “Gotta feed Baby Teller and Momma Teller.”

“We want sausage!” You announced. You rolled your eyes again, chuckling at the look on Jax’s face. “Go ahead, say something perverted about feeding your child.”

He put his hands in the air as a surrender. “All I was gonna say was that I love you.”

“Mm hmm,” you smirked, “love you, too.” You leaned on your arm, regarding your husband. “Tell you what: you make us something good to eat, and I’ll let you eat me after.”

Jax was more than okay with those terms, and you laid down in bed while Jax prepared your food, yelling innuendos and flirting from across the house. He brought you your food in bed, sitting with his arm around you as you ate. And later, after you’d been fed and cuddled to your content, you made good on your part of the bargain.

All in all, it was a wonderful way to spend the day—in bed with Jax. You looked forward to doing it again…and again…and again…

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It’s been so long since I’ve written my boy Jax. Thanks for reading!

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[illshowyourhurricanes]

Heat Wave

This drabble turned 2000+ word one shot is brought to you by this fantastic request from @the-blind-assassin-12​:

This took forever and took a completely different direction than the one I had planned. Thank y’all for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Image prompt 8: Ryan Brenner x reader (related to Bah, Humbug and In the Line of Fire (part two) which can both be found in my masterlist)

Rating: PG for slight language

Word count: 2167

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When you’d left home at the crack of dawn for a job interview— which had gone surprisingly well thanks to Starbucks and an extra shot of espresso— you’d needed something far warmer than the lightweight blazer you’d grabbed on your way out the door. Now, just before noon, you had shed your blazer that had proven to be insufficient earlier, yet you still felt hot in just your sleeveless blouse and pencil skirt. You thought a perk of moving farther up north would be the mild, temperate climate. It was your first Indian summer, though you’d lived in the area for a year, and you had decided it was bullshit. What had happened to the cool, crisp autumn you’d fallen in love with a year ago?

When you pulled open the heavy glass door of the post office, a cold blast of air  but your skin, and you stepped inside quickly. The air conditioning felt absolutely fantastic, and you briefly wondered if people would notice if you lingered for awhile, just to soak up the cool temperature, maybe until you were even a little chilly.

You smiled at the thought as you arrived at your box, smack in the middle of the wall of post office boxes belonging to other people. There was a wall of boxes on your left, another on the back wall— yours on the right—and there were more just down the corridor. You rummaged in your bag to find the tiny brass key for P.O. Box 257, tucked away in a zippered compartment in your purse. After the third time it had fallen off your key ring, you decided to hide it away in a more safe, reliable place. 

After locating your key and unlocking your box, you stared at the unexpected abundance of envelopes that had piled up over the last week.  Who knew so many people still send paper mail?  It took two times reaching into the small box to pull out every piece of mail, mostly tuning out to be junk or credit card companies offering you low interest rates. Only then was the box empty— almost. Retrieving the one remaining piece of mail at the bottom of your box, you smiled as you realized who it was from, locking the box back before giving the postcard a good look. It was rare that Ryan sent you postcards.

They were usually letters tucked away inside envelopes, words hidden for only you to see. The decorative side of the card displayed a vintage style print, a drawing of a wooden fence leading out onto a beach of white sand bordering sky blue waters. Welcome to Orange Beach! it boasted in a series of light green block letters, fading into yellow. 

You flipped the card around to see Ryan’s familiar handwriting, a mixture of print that sometimes led off to a few letters of scrawled script:

Just passing through. All the sunshine brings you to mind. See you soon. 

You could hear the cadence of his voice, the dropping off of the G at the end of certain  words, the slight twang that tugged at his pronunciation of vowels. Your smile grew into a grin as you glanced at the postmark, reading September 3rd. Your eyes widened into saucers as you recalled today’s date. Ryan’s postcard must have gotten lost in the shuffle of the mail circuit— the post date was over two weeks ago. 

You shrugged it off and secured your key back into the small pocket on the inside of your purse just before tucking Ryan’s postcard inside. With an armful of the rest of your mail, you braced yourself for the assault of the inevitable sweltering  heat.

 Fucking Indian summer. 

                                             ***          ***          ***

Ryan was just passing through after a rousing five days in Virginia,  where he’d met up with Georgie. Where he was going next was still on the table. Instead of restless, he felt fulfilled, still riding the high of busking with his close friend, both of them splitting the money they’d made halfway. He and Georgie played well together, and it usually paid off. He’d shedded his coat and hoodie, managing to stuff the hoodie into his pack and hang the thicker layer around one of the straps of the large bag. His ever-present guitar case, the black leather wearing off around the edges, was clutched tightly in his right hand as he paused near a crosswalk. Squinting in the sunlight, he was grateful for the small shadow the bill of his cap provided.  With the transition of the streetlights from green to yellow to red, he crossed the street and walked one more block to reach the post office. 

He was low on stamps, had just two left to be exact. Ryan kept in touch with a handful of people and had a flip phone, but he preferred writing letters. They felt more personal, gave him the time to think about what he was saying and write them in a way that he’d stumble on while talking. There were also times when his phone would be dead for days. 

It was mid-July, the thick of the summer, and he could feel beads of sweat forming along his forehead, though it was before noon. The old government building was once red-bricked, but had been washed with white in order to modernize the place. The upkeep added a nice touch as well, neatly trimmed bushes contrasting against the bright paint. He pulled at the metal handle on the right of a set of non-paned French doors, the temperature of the air inside bringing instant relief. The building was eerily quiet, the only sounds lowered voices at one end of the building, the light scraping of paper against metal as patrons picked up their mail. Turning toward the sounds of conversation, he walked down the corridor and turned with the layout of the building. 

He was surprised at the line of people waiting, a few solitary people in casual attire, one or two dressed in clothing appropriate for the workplace littered between. There was a mother with a stroller holding a sleeping toddler, an elderly couple, and one woman alone in front of him. He nodded politely as you turned your head to the side in curiosity in order to see what type of brave soul had come up behind you to patiently wait for their turn. You saw a man who was about your age, and offered him a friendly smile, turning around to face him.

Ryan instantly found you absolutely stunning. Your smile brightened your entire face, your features all striking, as if they’d been hand-picked specifically for you.. 

“Good morning,” you said, greeting him casually as if the two of you had been acquainted a long time ago, old friends. “How about that heat wave?”

Ryan chuckled, surprised at your unaffected manner and genuine friendliness. He noticed the way you surveyed his clothing, eyes quickly glancing to your guitar case before lifting to  his face again. Your expression hadn’t changed or faltered a bit, that smile still in place. That was a rarity, something Ryan hadn’t come across in quite some time. 

He returned your smile with a slightly crooked smile of his own. There’s some thin’ about this woman, he thought to himself.  She’s authentic. A good heart, a kind soul. A fire burning within her. Ryan thought that if she was burning bright, he’d volunteer to stand a bit too close to her flames and would pay no mind to the sharp sting of a burn. 

“Mornin’,” he replied good-naturedly. “I think I’m used to all sorts of weather, but then a heat wave hits and reminds me I’m wrong.” Ryan looked at you with warm eyes, spoke with a low drawl that made you weak. “Name’s Ryan, pleasure to meet you.”

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It was eerily quiet when you got home, but the silence was just what you needed. You felt like you needed about three showers to wash away the sweat and sticky humidity that clung to your skin, and the only thing that delayed you was the kicking off of your shoes and dumping your purse and mail onto your couch. 

After your shower, water temperature lukewarm at best, you felt human again, revitalized. You’ve mulled around ideas for dinner in the back of your mind, made a quick detour into your bedroom, and returned to that couch you’d tossed your things upon, holding a shoebox. Opening the box as you sat and balancing it in your lap, you reached for your purse, pulling out the postcard you’d received, albeit two weeks too late. 

Lifting the thick stack of envelopes that were quickly outgrowing their box, you slipped the postcard picture-down into the bottom of the shoebox. Smiling softly, you brought your legs up, crossing them like a child, and plucked several envelopes from the middle of your stack, devouring the letters that you’d read dozens of times before. 

Y/N, 

Made a quick decision to hop off in New Orleans before heading off toward Chicago. The train station here is directly connected to a streetcar line that leads straight into the French quarter. Maybe I’ll take a ride next time. Maybe you’ll take one with me. 

I thought about you most of the day, the way you’d stop to listen to a three-piece zydeco band in Jackson square. I imagine how you’d look with powdered sugar on the tip of your nose from beignets, and the slow nod of approval when you taste real, authentic gumbo. 

I heard the roaring of a streetcar clacking over its tracks and knew that I needed to write to you that very  second. I miss you, Y/n. Wish it was me & you riding that streetcar to wherever it would take us. 

                                                                                           Ryan 

Have you ever been to Vegas, Y/N? Beyond all the neon lights, the ritzy hotels and big-name shows, the electricity of the city shifts. Contrary to what other people might think, it’s a great place to play music, beyond the strip, along a street lined with benches and a slight change of pace..  more of a scenic, less chaotic feeling. People stop, and they listen. Really listen. Sometimes I’ll get accolades instead of money, but that’s what it’s all about— telling stories with hope that people can enjoy them and relate.

It’s time for me to go out for the day. Can’t wait until you’re the audience I’m singing to. 

                                                                                          Ryan

Y/N, 

I’m just writing to tell you that Memphis not only has the best bbq, but also the best peach cobbler. Georgia’s got nothing on Tennessee. 

                                                                                             Ryan

Sometimes, when you really thought about it in retrospect, it was wild. In the space of time that you and Ryan shared as a unit, an entire human could be born; the biology of. growing from cells into a living, breathing, viable human being. An entire new life could be created. 

And throughout the last nine months, you, with Ryan’s help, had created a new life of your own. You had a boyfriend, one who was absent far more than he was around, yet managed to never weaken his connection. No matter where in the country Ryan’s trains took him, he’d write. There was no way for you to write back to a man with no address, not in a manner of space and time anyway. But in your new life, none of it was liner. The only time that mattered was when Ryan was there with you, and that was when he got your letters. You always responded, saving your words to give to him next time. 

Next time. You slid folded paper back into envelopes, a grin breaking into your face as you heard the sound of heavy boots over your wooden porch. Dropping Ryan’s letters back into the shoebox right on time, you replaced the lid as the door opened and shut. There was a soft thudding of his guitar case being set into a corner, and you stood to pad through the house in bare feet. 

You met Ryan in the kitchen, watching him down almost an entire cold bottle of water. You adored this man who had needed to buy stamps while stopped in your town, stepping into the post office you’d been waiting in, all by chance. You had never been happier than when Ryan was home. 

“Good afternoon,” you greeted him. As he set aside his bottle of water, you rose to your tiptoes to give him a kiss, his lips chilled from the water. Snaking your arms around him, you leaned back and looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “How about that heat wave?”

[breanime]

These sleeping ideas are so cute omg! Can I please get "Person A and Person B sleeping in the same bed and Person A keeps waking up cold because Person B has pulled all the blankets off of them" with Sirius Black?

Sirius loved sleeping with you. To be clear—he loved you, but sleeping with you was a great bonus to being in love with you. Sirius loved the way you felt against him, under him. He loved the sounds you made when he touched and kissed you. He loved the way your skin felt under his hands and lips. He loved falling asleep with you in his arms and waking up to your smiling face.

But there was one downfall.

You were a notorious blanket hog.

Most nights, after falling asleep in nothing but his skin, holding you in his arms, Sirius would wake up shivering. Sometime in the night, you—his perfect angel—would roll away, taking the covers with you. Some nights Sirius would wrestle with you to get a corner of the cover to himself, but you were uncommonly strong when you were sleeping, and he’d end up struggling with you for most of the evening. Other times, he would just kind of curl himself around you and warm himself with your body heat. That, he didn’t mind so much because he got to cuddle with you, even if his teeth were chattering.

He’d complained about his situation to the Marauders, and they advised him to bring it up with you, but… You were just so damn cute—especially when you were sleeping! How could he interrupt your rest with his whining? He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

But damn… He was cold.

You were cocooned in the blankets, lost to the world, and Sirius peaked over at you. You were sound asleep, your eyelashes thick and curled against your cheeks. Your pretty mouth was in a pout, and Sirius—cold as he was—leaned over to kiss you. He couldn’t help himself. Sirius settled back to his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around himself and bringing his knees up to his chest. Maybe he would start sleeping in clothes again, he thought as he closed his eyes. It would be a pain getting undressed (for sex!) and then redressed right after, and then he wouldn’t be able to feel you against him as well before you rolled away, but… It might be worth a shot. He shuddered, half-asleep now, and wondered if there was a spell for this. Then he felt something soft and warm drape over him. Sirius blinked; you were leaning over him, a soft smile on your sleepy face, as you covered him in the blanket.

“You’re shivering,” you said before pulling him to you.

Sirius had never been the little spoon before—but he immediately fucking loved it. He put his hands over yours on his mid-section, shimming a bit under the blankets. “Thanks, baby,” he said, trying to sound cool even though he was practically jumping for joy inside.

You kissed the top of his head, and Sirius fell more in love with you—a thing he hadn’t even known was possible.

And thus, the two of you began a routine. You would still steal the covers, but only if you went to sleep as the little spoon. Whenever you were the big spoon and Sirius the little, you’d cuddle up to him all night, sharing the blankets and keeping both of you warm throughout the night. Sometimes, Sirius would wake up to you throwing another blanket on top of him if he was still shivering or if you assumed he was cold, and he’d snuggle against you happily, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

He fucking loved sleeping with you.

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[breanime]

Hello it is me. Prompt request for Angel for “Person A can tell that Person B is having a nightmare because they’re making weird noises/motions in their sleep so Person A wakes them up and asks if they’re okay”

Warning: language, some sexual language

If there was one thing Angel Reyes was proud of, it was his ability to put a woman to sleep—you especially. He was pretty sure he was halfway in love with you already, but the way you slept after sex… You looked like an angel. Your mouth would always be open slightly, and you’d cuddle against his chest as you slept while Angel rubbed your naked back. It was fucking sweet and intimate and cute as hell. Usually your sleepiness and cuteness would put Angel to sleep too, and he’d wake up in the morning eager and ready for round two, but tonight…

…You just couldn’t stay still.

Angel flipped onto his side, watching you in the dark light. You were tossing and turning, muttering and groaning in your sleep, hands waving in the air as you turned, hitting Angel in the face and chest.

“Mm…” You groaned. “…no… don’t…”

“Hey,” Angel whispered, wondering to himself why the hell he was whispering because he wanted to wake you up, “You okay?” He reached out and shook you gently. “Hey, ruca, wake up…”

You sat up, and Angel jumped. “Shit,” you said, blinking rapidly, “Was I dreaming?”

“That or getting possessed by a demon,” he said back, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nodded wrapping your arms around yourself, “Mm hmm… I’m good…”

“Were you having a nightmare?” He asked, both curious and concerned. You looked so small and cute, naked and nervous; he wanted to hold you.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, looking away from him, “Kinda…”

“You kinda need a hug?” He asked, opening his arms. You cocked an eyebrow, and Angel made a face back. “Girl, you better get your fine ass over here and get this motherfucking affection.”

You laughed, moving into his arms. “Geez, Angel, you really know how to turn on that suave charm.”

“Fuck you, it works.” He laughed back. He pecked a kiss onto your forehead, his heart speeding up at the softness of his own gesture. Man, he was fucking whipped for you. “You wanna talk about it?”

“’Bout what?”

“What you dream about.”

You sighed, and Angel ran his hand up and down your back in a calming gesture. “Nah,” you answered, “But thanks, Angel…” You looked up at him and smiled, and Angel’s heart jumped in his chest. “You’re a sweetheart.”

“I’m not sweet, I’m a fucking badass,” he said back, grinning, “but you’re welcome.”

“One day,” you said, your head on his shoulder, “If we’re still... if we’re still doing this… I’ll tell you what I dream about.”

He nodded, wishing that day was now so that he could comfort you—and possibly kick someone’s ass in your honor. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said, pushing his feelings back—because that’s what you did when you cared about someone. He leaned down and kissed you, holding you close and trying to show you, in that kiss, that you meant something to him. “No rush.”

“Thanks,” you were smiling again, and Angel fucking loved that smile. “Hey… I’m awake now, so… You wanna put that dick in me again?”

Angel laughed, rolling you both over so that he was on top of you. “Fuck yeah I do.” He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue rolling against yours. “Lemme put you to bed, baby.”

And he did.

A few weeks later, you laid in bed with Angel, your head on his bare chest. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes that he loved, and said: “I want to tell you what I dream about, but on one condition…”

“What is it?” He asked, ready and willing to do anything.

“After I tell you,” you put your hand over his fluttering heart, “Can you put me to bed?”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you. “Fuck yeah I can.”

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Hoooo boy... Angel is another one of those characters that I still get nervous writing for. Let me know what you guys think, please. Thanks for reading!

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[breanime]

“it’s no big deal” & “you scared the shit out of me” & “it sounded better in my head” for Billy

warning: sexual language towards the end there....

There were many benefits to having a boyfriend in the security business. The work was exciting for him, but he was still able to keep (semi) regular hours, he stayed healthy and in shape (and how!), sometimes he’d take you overseas with him and you got to have mini-vacations, and when he got back from a long assignment, you were treated to lots and lots of “I missed you” sex.

That being said, dating a man in such a dangerous business had its downfalls, too. You worried about him all the time—even though Billy Russo was the most capable person in the game. And he worried about you. There had been many times when Billy would chastise you for the security (or lack thereof) of your car and apartment.

“You can’t just leave your door open like that,” he’d say, glaring at you as you sat in the driver’s seat after you’d parked, “Anyone can come out of nowhere and attack you.”

Or “Sweetheart, I told you, if you’re gonna walk alone at night, carry mace with you.”

Or even “How many times do I have to tell you to lock your windows? You want someone crawling in here at 4 in the morning?”

You told Billy that he was being paranoid, and while you made efforts to follow his instructions, you weren’t particularly concerned with the threats he was always so sure were present…

…until it was 4 in the morning, and you heard a thump in your apartment.

You sat up, heart pounding. You listened, eyes wide in the dark, as there was another thump.

Someone was in your apartment.

You grabbed your phone and crept put of bed, unsure of what to do next. Your fingers hovered over Billy’s name on your phone, and you peaked around the corner as you stood behind your door. A light was being turned on in the living room, and you sucked in a breath—were you getting robbed? At 4 am? Because you didn’t lock your window even though you were on the 3rd floor?

Billy would never let you hear the end of this.

You grabbed the aluminum bat that Frank had given you when you moved in and held it in your other hand. You cleared your throat, letting the intruder know that you were there and aware of their presence.

“My boyfriend’s here and he’s a fucking Marine, so get the hell out of my house!” You cried out, hoping your voice wasn’t shaking like your hands were. There was a pause, and you wondered if you’d just made a mistake and let this robber know where you were.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Billy said, his voice immediately making you relax, “but that’s the least terrifying thing you could have said.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, dropping the bat and phone and walking into the living room, “You know, it sounded better in my head,” you raised an eyebrow at Billy. He was standing in front of the couch in one of his all-black stealth suits with a bag near his feet, and he was smirking at you. “You ass! You scared the shit out of me!”

He grinned, walking over to you and pulling you to him in a hug, “If it makes you feel any better, that wasn’t my intention?”

“What was your intention, then?” You asked, glaring up at him.

“To surprise you,” he answered, “I just got off the plane and wanted to see you.”

“And you couldn’t call or use your key?” You asked, stepping back from him with your hands on your hips.

His grin didn’t waver. “Nah,” he shrugged, “Wanted to test your defenses. They’re pretty weak, if I’m honest.”

Your mouth fell open; it was the ass crack of dawn and Billy wanted to test you? “I can’t believe you,” you threw your hands in the air, turning and walking back to your room, “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m getting the sense that you’re upset with me,” he said, right on your heels.

You rolled your eyes and hopped back into bed, slamming your covers over your legs. “Fuck off, Russo.”

“Nah,” he said, crawling into bed and hovering over you, his dark eyes glittering in the dark, “I’d rather fuck you.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure even as you felt yourself grow warm at his words. “I’m still mad at you.”

“No you’re not,” he grinned, dropping his head to press light kisses into your neck.

You groaned, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him as he used his weight to push you down onto the mattress. “I like that you think you scaring the crap out of me in the middle of the night is an acceptable way to greet me,” you said.

“Far as I’m concerned, it’s no big deal,” his teeth grazed your collar bone, and you shivered in his grasp, “You have no idea how badly I missed you,” he went on as his warm hand slid underneath your shirt, “Fuck… Scaling the side of your apartment in the middle of the night just to see you was nothin’,” he bit your shoulder, and you gasped, “All I could think about when I was dodging bullets in the Ukraine was burying myself in that wet pussy…”

You scratched at his back, wanting his clothes off. “Billy…”

He understood what you wanted—and needed—and acted quickly. He stripped you both before plunging into you, devouring you with his every touch until he was empty, and you were full. You fell asleep in his arms, and even though your sleep had been interrupted, you slept better than you had in days.

As time went on, Billy realized that his lesson hadn’t had the effect on you that he hoped it would. You still couldn’t bring yourself to lock your windows at night, always leaving them unlocked in case you got a late-night visit from your favorite Marine.

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[breanime]

one of them ate the other(s)’s leftovers without asking fot sirius black?

“I’ve never been so betrayed…”

“Sirius…”

“I’ve never felt this level of… of pure shock and pain before…”

“Sirius…”

“I’ve gone my whole life without being so betrayed,” he went on, “and now, you of all people have turned on me…”

“Like, six months ago Peter tried to frame you for murder,” you deadpanned.

“Attempted murder,” James added, sitting on the couch with his arm around Lily and baby Harry in his lap.

“And now,” Sirius went on as if you hadn’t spoke, “the woman I love, my own fiancé, has betrayed me…”

“I’m sorry,” Lupin said, walking into the room with a book and cup of tea in his hands, “What have I missed, now?”

“Y/N betrayed Sirius and now he’s putting on a one-man show for us,” Lily explained, “Come, sit.”

“Oh, I hope I haven’t missed the grand musical number,” Lupin said as settled down onto the couch.

“No, he’s warming up to it now,” James informed him.

“Okay, but don’t you want to know what exactly I did to lead up to all this?” You asked.

“Sure,” Lupin answered calmly, sipping his tea, “I’m sure it’s worthy of such a production.”

“I—” You began.

“No—” Sirius interrupted you, “—I’ll tell it!” He stood up on the coffee table, making both James and Harry giggle uncontrollably. “Y/N, the only woman I’ve ever loved, has eaten my pasta!”

Lupin gasped, clutching his chest as Lily shook her head. “The audacity!”

“It’s been in the fridge for three nights now!” You argued.

Now James gasped. “Well it was fair game, then!”

“You too, Jimothy?” Sirius gasped out. “I thought Peter was the only fake b-i-t-c-h in this group.”

“Harry doesn’t understand curses, mate,” James said, “You can say ‘bitch’.”

“No you cannot!” Lily said, putting a finger up.

“Sirius, come down,” you said, holding your hand out, “There’s still some left.”

“There is?”

“Yes. And I’m sorry I didn’t ask your permission,” you said, waving your fingers, “That was awful of me.”

“You’re not awful,” Sirius said back, reaching down to hold your hand, “you’re wonderful. I love you.”

“I love you too—”

“Awww!” James cooed.

“Baaaaaaw!” Harry added.

Sirius came down and kissed you while your friends applauded and hooted in the background. You loved days like this—you’d been afraid, when Sirius had first been arrested when the Potter family was still in hiding, that you’d never have this with him again—but you did.

And, as Sirius kissed you and dipped you (to the sound of more applause and baby Harry’s excited screaming), you knew that there would be many more days like this—and you couldn’t wait to live them with him.

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[breanime]

Can I request the " forgetting about an event " with Billy with him being the one forgetting pleaaseee

I decided to make this fluffy because I feel like every other time I’ve done this storyline, it’s been angsty. So I made this Dad!Billy. I hope you like it!

“Dad! Dad! Daaaaad!”

Billy sat up, eyes immediately landing on his son. Luca was standing at the side of the bed, his dark eyes glaring at Billy. “Jesus…” Billy grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

“No,” he answered, still glaring, “it’s morning time. The sun is up, Dad.”

“Oh,” Billy flopped back onto the bed. You were already up, probably in the kitchen with Emmy. “Well what’s up, son?”

“It’s already 10 o’clock!”

Billy sighed. Luca had how to tell time and all of the months in a year, and now he was like the family’s living calendar. “It’s Saturday,” he reminded him, eyes already closing again, “We sleep in on Saturdays.”

“Daaad,” Luca sighed out, “It’s not just Saturday! It’s Mommy’s birthday!”

Billy shot up again. “Shit!”

“That’s a bad word, Dad,” Luca deadpanned, a Russo in every way.

“Right, my bad,” Billy said as he got up, “Sorry.”

“Did you forget to get the cake?” Luca asked, crossing his arms.

“I just need to pick it up,” Billy said, pulling on a pair of jeans, “You wanna come with?”

Luca put his little chin in his little hand. “I probably should,” he reasoned, “to make sure you get Mommy the right cake.”

Billy rolled his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he pulled on a shirt. “Wanna see if your sister wants to come too?” He asked.

Luca grinned, turning and running to the kitchen to get Emmy. A few minutes later, Billy walked into the kitchen, dressed and ready to go. He smiled when he saw you, the birthday girl, his wife, the mother of his children. You were pregnant, and your only demand for your birthday had been a cake. Billy ordered it in advance, but to be honest, the pre-birthday sex the two of you had the night before kind of pushed every other item on the agenda list back, so… Thank goodness Luca reminded him that he still had to pick up the cake.

“Hey,” Billy greeted you with a kiss, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling as he held you to him, “The kids say you guys are going on an errand?”

“Just real quick,” he answered, grinning as Luca and Emmy winked at him from behind you, “Won’t take long.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching the word out, “I wonder what you guys are up to…”

The kids giggled, running over to Billy and taking his hands. “We’ll be right back, Mommy,” Luca promised, “Stay right where you are!”

“Right here?” You asked, freezing in the kitchen.

“Yes!” They both answered.

Billy kissed your cheek as he grabbed his keys. “Don’t follow us,” he teased.

“Yeah, Mommy, no tracking us!” Emmy agreed.

“We’ll know if we’re being watched,” Luca added, “We’re Marine strong!”

Billy strapped the kids into their car seats and headed to the bakery. Luca and Emmy kept him entertained as they told him about all the art projects they’d made for you for your birthday before breaking out into a birthday song they “wrote” for you (it was just “Hakuna Matata” with the words “I love you, Mama” instead). When they got to the bakery, the chefs were so charmed by the little Russos, they threw in four cupcakes and a small bag of macaroons in for free.

“Our Mommy,” Emmy said, rocking back and forth on her tippy toes as Billy paid for the cake and left a hefty tip, “is the most beautifulest woman in the whole wide world—even more beautiful than Auntie Karen and Queen Elsa—and it’s her birthday, but Daddy forgot!”

“I didn’t forget,” Billy said, frowning, “I just almost forgot to pick up the cake. Almost.”

“But you didn’t,” Luca said, nodding, “Cause I woke you up!” He looked up at the cashier, a proud smile on his little round face. “I know how to tell time.”

The cashier giggled, and Billy sighed, watching as she threw in two cake pops as well. The kids were gonna leave with more presents that you were getting for your birthday.

When they got back to the house, Billy heard you rushing back to the kitchen. The kids ran to greet you, and he watched, arms full of cake boxes and bags, as they hugged your legs.

“You stayed in the same spot!” Emmy giggled, astonished.

“Close your eyes,” Luca ordered, “No peeking!”

Billy snuck behind you and placed the cake and other sweets on the table behind you. He had ordered a few things to be sent to the house for your birthday—because he always spent a lot of money on presents for you and the kids, but he knew this, the pastries, were what you would love the most. Plus he had plans for you tonight—plans that involved you and him and nothing between you but skin… But for now, he’d enjoy standing back and watching you devour your cake while his offspring tore threw the cupcakes like animals.

“Okay,” Luca said once the table was set, “Open your eyes!”

You turned to the table. “Oh my gosh! This looks delicious!” You reached down and hugged the kids. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” they said in unison.

You reached over them and pressed a quick kiss to Billy’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he said back. He pulled out your chair, kissing the top of your head once you were seated. “I think the ladies at the cake shop fell for the mini Russo’s charm.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You asked back, smiling. “Okay, who wants a piece of cake?”

Billy picked Emmy up as Luca came to stand by your side, and as he stood with his daughter in his arms, his son beside him, and you (and the baby growing inside of you) sitting in front of him, once again, Billy could hardly believe how lucky he was.

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[breanime]

Yay!! This is so fun! How about Billy Russo with the prompt of - one of them was late to/forgot about an event?

Frank hated these Anvil events. He hated having to shake hands with rich assholes who looked down on him while at the same time requiring his assistance. He hated having to wear a fucking tie and pretend to sip wine when all he wanted was a T-shirt and a beer. He hated not being able to just sit in a booth with Billy and Curtis and shoot the shit. He hated it.

But Billy fucking lived for it.

It wasn’t so much that Billy loved it, it was just… He was good at it. He was good with people. That easy Russo charm and his quick wit and iron confidence made him the perfect spokesperson for the company. Even now, as Frank tried to hide in the back of the crowd and avoid talking to people, Billy flitted around, shaking hands with senators and politicians and businesspeople. Everyone wanted a piece of him. And usually, Billy would be cool with that—he thrived on the attention, and Anvil usually ended up getting a lot more contracts after events like this. But now, as Frank leaned against the wall, glaring at anyone who even looked like they wanted to approach him, he noticed that Billy’s smile wasn’t genuine. And when he looked closer, he could see that his dark eyes were agitated.

Frank pushed himself off of the wall and made his way through the crowd. He reached Billy easily—no one wanted to bump elbows with him when he had his Punisher face on. “You got a minute, Bill?”

Billy nodded, excusing himself from the group he’d been talking to and walking off with Frank. “Sup, Frankie?”

“Nothing, you just looked like you didn’t wanna be there anymore,” Frank shrugged, “You don’t look like you want to be here, period.”

Billy shrugged one shoulder, looking off to the side. “It’s not that…”

“Then what is it?”

“Y/N’s supposed to be here,” Billy answered, “But she sent me a message saying she might not make it…”

“Everything alright with her?” Frank asked, concerned. You knew, better than anyone, how important these events were for Billy.

“Yeah,” Billy put his hands in his pockets, “Her car broke down. I said I would send someone to go get her, but she wanted to deal with the car, so…” He took his hand out of his pocket to run his fingers through his hair. “…She’s probably not coming…”

Frank frowned. He could see the disappointment in Billy’s face. “Ah, Bill—”

“It’s fine,” Billy interrupted, turning, “I’m good. I’m gonna see if I can convince those guys from Seattle to hire us.”

“Do what you do, brother,” Frank said, nodding. He watched Billy walk off and disappear into the crowd. This wasn’t right; the set of Billy’s shoulders, the tension in his jaw… Billy should be enjoying himself, and he would—if you were there. Frank made a noise in the back of his throat, unsatisfied by the way the night was going for his friend. He tracked down Curtis. “You talk to Billy?”

“Yeah,” Curt answered, not looking up from his phone, “why?”

“He’s down,” Frank said back.

“Yeah, I know.”

Frank frowned. “Y/N’s piece of shit car broke down.”

“I know.”

“And Bill’s trying to play it off like he’s fine, but he’s missing her.”

“I know.”

Frank grunted. “And you’re not concerned?” He asked.

“I’m working on it,” Curtis said back, glancing up at Frank.

Frank stepped closer, looking down at Curtis’ phone. “Working on it how?”

Curtis smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, pocketing his phone, “Just keep your eyes on the entrance.”

Frank did, and less than an hour later, you were walking through the doors. He grinned, eyes immediately finding Billy in the crowd. It was like watching a fucking romance movie.

Billy turned when you walked into the hall, instinctively knowing you were near. Frank watched as Billy’s eyes widened at the sight of you. He moved away from the rich guys from Seattle without saying a word, the smile on his face growing with each step that brought him closer to you. When he reached you, he put both hands on either side of your face, and Frank imagined he was making sure you were okay. You must have replied that you were, because than he was kissing you.

Frank almost applauded.

You stayed by Billy’s side for most of the night with Billy’s hand either on your waist or holding your hand in his. Frank locked eyes with Curtis from across the room and raised his glass.

Fuck being Marines or even trainers at Anvil—

—Frank figured him and Curt should just play fucking Cupid for a living. Clearly, they knew what they were doing.

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[breanime]

Hi, would you do person A falling asleep on Person B’s shoulder/chest/lap and Person B really needs to get up to go do something but doesn’t want to wake Person A with Billy, please :)

Billy couldn’t remember the last time he had free time. Every evening after work, he was still working form home. There were always contracts to look over or reports to review or plans to formulate—something to do. Still, he allowed himself small pleasures while he was working.

Currently, he was sitting on the couch, going through proposed plans of actions that had been submitted for his approval. He held the file in his lap, his other arm was wrapped around you. You were watching your favorite show with your head on Billy’s shoulder, and while he wished he could just enjoy this time with you, he had to work—

—but this was a nice compromise.

One of the things he loved most about you was that you weren’t demanding. You understood that Billy was a busy man, and you cherished the time you had with him, no matter how minimal it was. And because of that, every moment like this, where the two of you could be together, was magical. You hummed, happy to be with Billy, and dropped your head to his lap. Billy absentmindedly put his hand on your head, playing with your hair as he flipped through the report. He squinted as he read on. Something was wrong here… The schematics didn’t match the written proposal. He rolled his eyes—he was working with fucking amateurs. He needed to get Curt on the phone and get a new dossier for this mission. And he needed to make a few calls—the asshole who wrote the report needed a talking to. Billy shifted, trying to find his phone, but froze.

You were asleep.

He looked down at you, not even daring to breathe, his heart melting at the sight of you. You were sound asleep, breathing evenly as you laid in his lap. He bit his lip; you were so fucking cute, he could hardly even stand it.

But he had to get up.

Billy cleared his throat, hoping to get your attention. “Baby,” he whispered, “Can you…? I gotta…” He shifted his leg, lifting your head with the action, but lowered it when your lips fell down in an adorable pout.

There was no fucking way he was moving now.

He leaned his back against the couch and sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to wake you, and anyway, the calls he needed to make could wait. The plan wasn’t going to be put into place for at least another 4 months, so Billy let himself relax and enjoying the feel of you on him. He muted the TV and closed his eyes, his fingers playing in your hair. This was the most relaxed he’d been in a long time, and he knew that had everything to do with you.

Two hours later, Billy blinked awake as he heard his name being called over and over. He opened his eyes to see you by his side, your smile making him smile in return.

“Your phone is ringing,” you told him.

Billy responded by rolling you over on the couch so that he was on top of you. He kissed you, hearing the ring of his phone in the background, until he couldn’t hear anything but the sound of your breathing and the sweet little moans you let out as he kissed you.

He pulled back, dark eyes staring down at you. He loved you. He wanted to devour you, wanted to pull you into him and never let you go. Billy wasn’t surprised or confused by the strength of his possessiveness; he’d been like that since he’d met you. There was something about you that just made him want to keep you all to himself. “Take your clothes off.”

You obeyed quickly, and Billy threw himself on top of you, kissing and caressing your soft skin as he moved against you.

There was still a lot of work he had to do, but Billy was fine with allowing himself these moments with you. Hell, he figured he deserved it.

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[breanime]

it sounded better in my head and billy pleaseee

Warning: steamy talk! No actual steam, just a lil dirty talk

Billy was staring at you like you had two heads. His dark eyes were wide, and you could see the anger growing within them.

“What did you just say?” He asked. He’d heard you perfectly, of course, but he just needed confirmation. Needed to hear it again.

“Billy, I—”

“No,” he took a step towards you, “Say what you just said to me again. Go on, Y/N.” His eyes narrowed. “Speak.”

You swallowed. “I said ‘he was an asshole’…”

“No,” Billy took another step, a dark smirk growing on his lips, “That’s not all you said. Finish your statement.”

He was in front of you now, towering over you. You felt a little thrill go through you at his proximity and the look in his eyes. This wasn’t ‘take you out for dinner and kiss the back of your hand’ Billy, this was pissed Billy. This was ‘something to prove’ Billy. This was the Billy who would bend you over and have you speechless—save for saying his name again and again and again. “I said…” You began again. “… He was an asshole, but he was the best sex I’ve ever had—besides you!” You finished.

“Nah,” Billy grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him, “That ain’t what you said before. You weren’t even thinking of me before,” he said, voice dropping, “Were you?”

“No, I… I was just…” You licked your lips, feeling your knees grow weak. “I was talking about before you,” you explained, “I meant it like… Um…” You groaned. “It sounded better in my head…”

Billy chuckled humorlessly, his hand going to gently grip the base of your throat. “I like to think I’m more secure in my manhood than most men,” he said casually, “but let’s be honest… There’s not a man alive that wants to hear about his girl’s past lovers and how good they were.” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke. “Far as I’m concerned, the only person you’ve ever let between your legs is me.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed, and you sagged under his touch. “Baby…”

“No,” he interrupted you, mouth still on yours in a non-kiss, “None of that.” His grip tightened on your throat. “Say my name.”

Your hands reached out to rest on his waist, holding him close. “Billy.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled back, dark eyes staring down at you. “Now tell me… who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

“You,” you answered, no hesitation, “you are, Billy.”

He rewarded you with another kiss. “And who’s the one who can make you cum so hard you see God?”

You shivered. “You.”

He bent down and bit your neck lightly, chuckling when you jumped in his grasp. “You want me to do that to you now?” He asked, one hand falling down to cup your ass.

You nodded.

Billy’s beard scrapped against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Billy… Please,” you added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

He groaned into your neck, his hands trailing up and down your body. “Why?” He asked you.

“Because,” you said, hands finding their way into Billy’s hair as he kissed your neck and collarbones, “You’re the only one who knows what I like…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, “Billy…”

He kissed you again, but this time, the kiss was anything but soft. You grabbed his shoulders, holding on to him as his mouth moved against yours harshly. Billy picked you up, mouth still on yours, and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed, crawling over you with a smirk on his face. “For the next few hours,” he said, as his warm hands slid underneath your shirt, “the only thing I wanna hear coming out of that pretty mouth is my name.”

You were happy to oblige him.

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[breanime]

Prompt for Coco “I don’t want to scare you away” as requested 😘

Everyone with eyes could see that Coco was in a mood. He came into the clubhouse with a frown on his face, his dark eyes pensive and serious, not speaking to anyone. He plopped himself down in the corner of the room and started smoking. Angel and Gilly told everyone to give him some space, which they did, but the guys couldn’t help but send cautious glances his way every so often.

“What’s up with the sniper?” Creep whispered, eyes on Coco on the other side of the room.

“Something happen with Letty?” EZ asked.

Angel shook his head. “Nah, it’s his girl.”

“She okay?” Taza asked, concerned. All the guys loved you, they thought you were great for Coco. He’d been the happiest they’d ever seen him since he got with you, and the guys had a betting pool on when he’d make you his Old Lady.

“She cancelled on him,” Angel reported, voice low, “again.”

“Isn’t this like the 5th time she’s ditched him?” Taza asked.

“Sixth,” EZ corrected.

“Jesus…” Taza sighed, running his hand over his mouth. “No wonder he’s depressed.”

“Yeah,” Angel nodded, “I tried to talk him through it, we tried distracting him, but he’s in it bad, now. I told that fool he needs to pull up on Y/N and see what’s up.”

“Oh shit,” EZ looked up, eyebrows raised, “Here comes trouble.”

The guys turned to see Letty rushing through the door, as prettily disheveled as always. Coco stood up and met her halfway, his shoulders tense.

“Letty,” he greeted her, “What’s up? You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, “The problem’s with Y/N.”

“What?”

“She was supposed to take me shopping earlier but she called and cancelled, and when I went past her place, there was a guy outside her house,” Letty reported, eyes wide.

Coco’s heart stopped. “What? A guy? Who?”

“I dunno, but he was having a smoke on the porch.” Letty crossed her arms; she liked you, but she wouldn’t tolerate you stepping out on her dad. “She was home, too. Her car was outside.”

“Stay here,” Coco ordered, stomping to the door. He ripped it open, slamming it shut behind him.

“Looks like your wish is bout to come true,” Taza said to Angel, shrugging as he heard the sound of Coco’s bike outside.

Angel grinned, not at all concerned that this would turn out badly. He had a feeling everything would be alright. “Shit,” he said, “bout fucking time.”

Coco’s mind was running a mile a minute as he drove to your house. Who was this man? And why did you cancel with him to be with this guy? All those times you cancel…where you with this guy? And if you were—

—Coco was gonna whoop his fucking ass.

Letty had been right about your car being in the driveway, but there was another car parked on the side of your house Coco had never seen before. He parked his bike across the street and stomped over to your house, not bothering to be subtle. His military training hadn’t left him when he was dishonorably discharged, and Coco’s fine-tuned ears heard the sound of your voice on the other side of the door, followed by a man’s laugh.

Oh hell no.

Coco kicked the door open, and he heard your surprised scream.

“Coco!” You gasped as he stepped into the house. “What the fuck?!”

“Nah, the question is who the fuck—as in who the fuck is this motherfucker?” Coco hissed back, pointing over at the man. He glared at him—he was older, sitting on the couch (the same couch where Coco made love to you for the first time all those months ago), eyes wide as he held a beer in his hand.

“Y/N, who—” the man began, but you interrupted him.

“—What are you doing here?” You asked Coco.

The question made his blood boil. “Letty came to the clubhouse sayin’ you blew me off so you could be with some dude,” he answered hotly, “And now I see you here with this piece of shit—”

“Damn, man!” The man said, offended. “Y/N, you gonna let this vato talk to me like this, Princess?”

Princess? Coco was seeing red. He reached into the waistband of his jeans for his gun, but you ran up and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Let me go, ruca!” Coco growled.

“Have you lost your mind?!” You yelled, pushing his chest. He took a step back, surprised. “This is my father!”

Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhh…..

“What?” Coco blinked, looking from you to the old man. “For real?”

“For real for real,” your father stood up, thrusting his hand out, “You must be Coco?”

“Uh… Yeah… Wassup—I mean, hello…” Coco said, shaking his hand.

“You got spunk, kid,” he grinned, “I like that.”

“Dad was just stopping by on his way across the border,” you said, arms crossed, “He’s doing… business.”

“Oh,” Coco said, face heating up, “Nice to meet you, sir. I, um… The door… I didn’t.” He cleared his throat. “My bad.”

Your dad laughed, throwing his head back. “I like you, kid,” he said, “you remind me of me.” He walked over to you and put an arm around your shoulder, and you grimaced. “They say girls always date their dads, huh, Princess?”

“Can I talk to you outside?” You asked Coco, ignoring your father. You pushed his arm off of you and glared up at him. “You got another three hours here, and then you’re going, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed.

You rolled your eyes and walked off, leaving Coco to follow, confused.

“So…” Coco asked, shutting the (slightly off-hinge) door with his foot. “…That’s your dad, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning against the house, “You got a square?”

Coco reached into his pocket and handed you a cigarette, stepping up to light it for you. You weren’t a smoker, and he knew this was a sign that you were stressed. “So what’s his story?”

“Dad is…” You sighed, inhaling the smoke. “…Involved in some shit.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t want to scare you away…”

Coco laughed, his chest finally loosening up now that he knew you weren’t cheating on him. “Fucked up family shit, dysfunction, toxic ass parents—that shit don’t scare me.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I guess that’s true…” You tossed the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. “My Dad is into some illegal shit; selling organs, drugs, counterfeit products—whatever he can get his hands on.” You shrugged. “He’s been in and out of my life since I was a kid, and he’s been coming back more and more trying to bond.” You looked up at Coco, your face nervous. “He’s the reason I’ve been cancelling on you so much,” you explained, “He pops in and out of my life with no warning and I… I didn’t want you to see the chaos I come from.”

Coco smiled, his heart warm. He stepped up to you and lifted your chin with two fingers. “Hey,” he said, voice low, “chaos is cool with me. I fucking love chaos.”

You laughed, and Coco leaned down to kiss you. He stayed with you for the rest of the night, helping your dad check his oil before sending him off and watching the older man drive away with you on the porch. Coco made sure to text Letty to let her know everything was good, and she sent him back five smiley faces, which he assumed was a good sign.

The next day, before Coco floated (Angel’s word, not his) back into the clubhouse, he took you to his mother’s burial spot and told you what happened to her. You held his hand the entire time, and you weren’t disgusted or scared or appalled by him, because you understood. And Coco knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt…

…that you belonged together.

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[breanime]

Ooh one more!! Arguing about which of them loves the other(s) the most with my murderous handsome husband Billy pls! You write the best Billy! 😁

Frank knew shit was about to go down when you and Billy got back from your mission. Billy’s eyes were narrowed, and his shoulders were tense. You weren’t walking as much as stomping, and when Billy opened his office door to let you in, you almost ran into the wall to avoid having your shoulder brush against his. And Billy slammed the door behind him.

Frank sighed, leaning against the wall. This was going to be good.

Once the door was shut, you rounded on Billy, eyes wide. You were about to tell him off, but before you could even speak, Billy was in front of you, hands on your upper arms. He pulled you to him and slammed his mouth on yours. The kiss was rough, it took your breath away, and when he pulled back, you were both out of breath.

“I thought we fucking talked about this,” he said, his voice just an octave above a growl.

You blinked, stepping back and out of his grasp. “You kissed me!” You cried. How the hell was he going to verbally wag his finger at you for breaking Rule One of your relationship—no kissing at work—when he was the one who came at you?!

“No,” he said back, “I mean this,” he gestured between the two of you, “You putting yourself in danger when—”

“Putting myself—? I was doing my job!” You said back incredulously.

“I told you to take point!” He argued. “I had it covered!”

“You had shit,” you waved a hand in the air, “You were exposed, and I saved your ass.”

“You could have been killed!”

“Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes, “You do this every time! Billy, I am a professional, you hired me because I was the best at this job, why are you always second guessing me?”

He sucked in a breath, turning his head to the side for a moment. “That’s not…” He ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not what I’m trying to do… I just…”

You sighed. “I know,” you interrupted, nodding, “This thing between us…”

“It’s not just a thing,” he said, stepping closer to you, “What we have… I know it started off as a fling, an affair, but things have changed now.” He shook his head. “I care about you. And I know you’re a professional, I know you’re good at what you do, and you can handle yourself, but…” He took a breath. “Fuck, Y/N, I just… I fucking love you too much to be in the field with you. And I know you can’t understand how much I… I love you—”

“I can’t understand?” You repeated, shocked. “Dude, you have no idea how much I love you!”

“No,” Billy shook his head again, “You don’t—I love you more,” he said, as if this was a definite fact, “I love you so much that it affects my work. I let myself get exposed today because I was worried about you.”

“The only reason I agreed to do this assignment was because you were going in,” you countered, “I was fine with just training and helping Frank with the recruits, but when you said you were taking this job, I had to go with you. I don’t care what happens to me, I just needed to be sure you were safe!”

“I would have been fine,” he said, “but having you there… Working with you is great, Y/N, you know that, you know that I think you’re great, you ground me. But today?” He was only a few inches away from you now, and his voice dropped as he spoke on. “Today I was so fucking scared.” He reached out and put his hand on your face. “It wasn’t just the danger it was… Fuck, Y/N. I was scared because I realized today how much I love you.”

You sighed, leaning forward and hugging him. “I love you too, Billy,” you said back, “but we’ve gotta reach a happy medium here.” You looked up at him, still wrapped up in his arms. “I don’t want to have this same fight with you every three months.”

“Yeah, I know…” He licked his lips, and you could see his eyes darkening. “…We should talk.” His hands flexed on your waist. “But not right now.”

You smirked. “Not right now?”

“Nah,” he leaned down until his lips were hovering over yours, “right now I just wanna fuck you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, your tongue slipping into his mouth easily as he held you to him. “Lock the door.”

Billy grinned, lifting you up and plopping you down on his desk. “It’s already locked,” he said, loosening his tie, “So now I’m gonna show you how much I love you,” he bent down and licked your neck, “Prove that I love you more…”

You grinned; he didn’t, but you were more than happy to let him try. After all—

—it was a win-win for you.

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[breanime]

Hi Bre! Thank you for doing more drabbles and I hope you get all the recognition you deserve! Can you please do Billy Russo and “Person A has a few friends over at their house to hang out. One friend (Person B) says that they’re not feeling very well so Person A lets them take a nap in their bed”? ❤️

Billy Russo, the least friendly of all your friends, was having a get together at his house. He’d just finished remodeling his penthouse (an endeavor that you decided was for rich people), and he wanted to show it off to his friends. So he asked you all to come over for drinks, and even though you were feeling a little sick, there was no way you were going to miss out on hanging out with your crush—

—your friend…. Just a friend…

You spent a lot of time at Billy’s place, and while the remodeling was going on, he spent a lot of time at yours. But now that you were seeing the results of the remodeling—you were impressed.

“A man of wealth and taste,” Curtis said, laughing as he clinked glasses with Billy.

“I didn’t think this place could get any swankier,” Karen said, “and yet…”

Billy grinned; you hadn’t seen him this happy in a long while. You were proud of him. Billy, you knew, was his own hardest critic. No matter how much money he earned, or how many penthouses he owned, Billy would always see himself as that unclaimed, unloved orphan boy who was thrown from group home to group home. “You know, Y/N helped me pick some of this shit out,” he said, turning to you. His smile fell. “You alright?”

You blinked over at him. You had been leaning on one of the counters, and your head was starting to pound. “I don’t feel so good…”

Billy was in front of you in a second, the back of his hand pressed down on your forehead. “I thought I told you to see a doctor,” he said.

You scoffed, leaning into his touch. “And I thought I told you that I just needed to rest.”

“But did you?” He asked, hand moving to cup your cheek.

“You know damn well she didn’t,” Frank said, instigating with a grin on his face, “she’s the female version of you: won’t stop till she drops.”

“Well,” Billy’s hand was on the small of your back now, “you’re stopping now, c’mon.”

“Noo!” You whined. “I’m not going to the doctor—it’s just a cold—”

“I’m not taking you to the doctor,” he explained as he led you out of the kitchen and through the living room, “I’m taking you to bed.”

Your cheeks heated up as Frank, Curtis, and Karen all cheered and “ooh”ed in the background. “Wha—why—”

“You’re taking a nap,” he said, leading you to his room, “and if you’re still not feeling better, than we’re going to the doctor.”

You had no response to that, and even if you did, how could you articulate it when Billy was pulling the comforter back and laying you in his bed? How could you do anything but stare as he was covering you with the blanket and tucking you in.

“You need anything?” He asked you, his voice low. “Water? Somethin’ to eat? I got medicine…”

You shook your head. “No, I’m good… Thanks, Billy.”

He nodded, standing up straight. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just licked his lips. “Hey,” he said, eyes looking anywhere but at you, “I just…. You are…” He cleared his throat. “You mean a lot to me.” He leaned down and dropped a kiss to your warm forehead. “Get some rest.”

And with that, he left you to nap. You stared at the door once he’d left, eyes wide and heart pounding until finally you forced yourself to close your eyes, thinking of Billy. You were already feeling better as you laid on his cool sheets with his kiss still warm on your skin, and your eyelids were getting heavy as you thought of Billy’s dark eyes. You could hear the soft sounds of conversation and laughter in the distance, and you fell asleep to the sounds of happiness.

Later, when you woke up, the first thing you noticed was that you were feeling better. You didn’t have a headache and you felt well rested. The second thing you noticed was arms around your waist.

You turned slightly, eyes wide, to see Billy lying behind you, his eyes closed as he slept. A quick glance at the nightstand told you that it was late, and you guessed that everyone had gone home. You shifted, unsure of what to do, and Billy’s grip on you tightened.

“You feelin’ any better?” He asked, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

“Mm hmm…”

“Good.” His hands were on top of yours, resting on your stomach. “Cause tomorrow we’re going on a date,” he informed you, “And after that…” you could hear the grin in his voice. “…we’re gonna sleep together for real.”

You laughed, and Billy reached over and kissed your ear. You went back to sleep, dozing off easily in Billy’s arm, looking forward to what the next day would bring.

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[breanime]

whether the toilet paper roll should hang over or under for billy russo?

Living with you was like a dream for Billy. He never would have imagined himself as the domestic type before, but you changed all that. Now he was a live-in boyfriend and he loved it.

He loved you.

Shit, he loved grocery shopping with you, he loved watching crime shows with you and dissecting the cases, he loved doing dishes and laundry with you—it was incredible. Billy never pictured himself as someone who wanted to be with just one woman, but he was. It was you. He only wanted you. He loved being with you, loved going to sleep with you in his arms, loved waking up to see you cuddled against him, loved—

—having a roll of toilet paper thrown at his head.

Billy looked down at his lap, where the toilet paper had landed, before looking back up at you. You were standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips wearing a black tank top and a pair of panties.

“Billy. Russo.” You said, eyes slanted as you glared at him. “How many times have I told you that toilet paper should be hanging under, not over?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I disagree?” He said back, picking up the roll and tossing it back at you. He smirked when you caught it. “You wanna put that back on the roll, sweetheart?”

“Kiss my ass, Russo,” you said back.

“Not until you wipe,” he grinned back.

“Billy! I’m sick of having this argument with you! Just put the damn TP with it going under!” You said, glaring still. “It’s so much easier that way!”

“No, it’s not,” he argued back, “and y’know, this is exactly why we have two and a half bathrooms…”

“Fine,” you said back, “I’ll use my bathroom and you use yours.”

“Fine,” he agreed, sitting back on the couch. It seemed like an easy solution—he wasn’t going to budge on this, and neither were you, so it made sense, to Billy, for the two of you to just use separate bathrooms. Really, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Except, two days into this his-and-her bathroom thing, Billy was starting to miss sharing with you. He missed showering while you brushed your teeth, talking about your days and complaining about coworkers. He missed you sitting on the edge of the bathtub while he shaved, your eyes staring up at him like he was the most impressive thing in the world, even as he was doing such a simple task. He missed standing behind you as you did your makeup in the mirror, kissing your neck and trying to convince you to just stay in for the night. He missed helping you with your hair, pulling bobby pins through the strands while you giggled. He missed listening to your shower playlist before getting in with you, lathering you with soaps and kisses.

Fuck, he even missed the stupid way you hung the damn toilet paper.

“So,” he was leaning against the bathroom door—your bathroom door, watching as you fixed your hair, “You wanna know what I learned just now?”

“What?” You asked, turning to him curiously.

“I learned that it’s not that bad to hang the TP going under,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t just admitting his defeat, “It kind of is more convenient…”

You laughed. “No it’s not,” you said, shaking your head, “Not to you.”

Billy sighed, running his fingers through his hair. This was insane; he was still with you, still saw you every day, still went to sleep with you in his arms, but that wasn’t enough. He needed the whole package with you. “I think we should go back to sharing a bathroom.”

You titled your head. “Really?”

“I’ll put the damn toiler paper on the roll the way you like it,” he added, “alright?”

You grinned. You walked over to Billy and hugged him, giving him a sweet kiss. “Aww,” you cooed, making him laugh, “You missed sharing, didn’t you?”

“No,” he grunted, hands on your hips, “It just makes sense…”

“Yeah, okay,” you giggled, “sure, Russo.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes even as you took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom with you.

You were lucky he loved you—

—and he was lucky you loved him, too.

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[breanime]

Okay okay, since you are asking for drabble requests I have one for you in which one (Billy) of them ate the other(s)’s leftovers without asking, but the reader just starts crying bc she had a shitty day and Billy kind of doesnt know it would end that way.

This was also requested by my love @christinawxxx:  Hi! I have one for you one of them ate the other(s)’s leftovers without asking with Logan or Billy! ( I will shank a bitch if they eat my Mexican food just saying...) Thank you ☺️

And by the sweetest and kindest person ever @songtoyou: one of them ate the other(s)’s leftovers without asking with Billy Russo please.

Thank you all for the request--I hope you like it!

Everything was shit. You had the worst life.

Your boss was being an asshole, demanding more and more from you with each passing hour. You worked through your lunch and stayed after hours to finish your coworkers’ shoddy work without getting even a “thank you” in return.

Your best friend texted you to tell you she was getting back with her asshole ex, which pissed you off, and when you asked her if that was the best decision, she got mad. She texted you: “well, at least I’m not with a murderer!”, which prompted you to take a break from working your ass off to call her and let her know that what she was NOT gonna do was talk shit about Billy. Not to you. She started crying, and then she hung up, so… there was that.

And to top it all off, your train was late, so you were stuck at the station waiting for it to arrive, where you accidentally dropped—and broke!—your phone.

You were ready to cry by the time you finally made it home. Your feet hurt, wedged in your least favorite heels because you’d rushed to work that morning, your back and neck hurt because you’d been hunched over all day, and you were starving—

—but there was a silver lining to all of it: Billy and Mexican food.

Billy had taken you to a nice Mexican restaurant the other night, and you still had some left. You’d purposefully left it at home because it was so good that you only wanted to enjoy it in the comfort of your own home. All you wanted to do was eat your food and then sleep in Billy’s arms. You dropped your purse on the floor when you got home and kicked your shoes off. You could see the light from your room on down the hall, and knew Billy was probably in the back, reading reports or something. You limped over to the fridge, mouth watering at the prospect of your dinner…

…only to find it gone.

You froze, hand on the fridge door, staring into it. Your food was gone. You shut the door and turned, walking down the hall.

“Hey,” Billy greeted you, “Is your phone off? I called and it went straight to voicemail?” He was sitting in bed, wearing one of his comfortable sweaters that usually made you want to hug him, with a magazine in his lap and an empty container next to him.

Your food.

He ate your food.

“Y/N?” He sat up. “You okay?”

You opened your mouth, ready to say that you were fine, but what came out was just a sob. Billy jumped up, eyes wide and surprised—if not a little confused, but you held your hands up, keeping him at bay. You shook your head, the tears falling from your eyes quickly. You didn’t know what to say, so instead, you just let out another shuddering sob and walked out of the room.

“Y/N! Hey, sweetheart—” Billy was behind you, and he put his hand on your shoulder, making you turn around and face him. “—What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes and trying to stop the tears, but you couldn’t. You were just so… disappointed and frustrated and stressed and tired and hungry. “I—I—” your voice was shaking, and it occurred to you that this was the first time Billy had ever seen you cry like this before, and he was probably really confused. “—You ate my food!”

Billy blinked, pulling back a bit. “You’re crying because I ate your leftovers?” He asked.

You shook your head again. “I was looking forward to eating that,” you said, chest heaving, “I was—you just—”

Billy pulled you to him by the shoulders and wrapped his arms around you. You sobbed into his sweater, your tears soaking through the thick fabric. Your whole body was shaking as you cried, and Billy rubbed his hand up and down your back. He smelled so good, and he was so firm and warm against you… You hugged him back, your fists balled up in his shirt. You cried and cried, you couldn’t stop yourself, you were just so tired. But Billy didn’t seem to mind; he held you without complaint, softly humming in your ear to let you know that he was there for you. At one point, he leaned down and picked you up, carrying you to the couch bridal style and laying you in his lap. You turned and buried your face in his neck; you were all out of tears now, so you just leaned against him and let Billy hold you.

You took a steadying breath. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, throat raw from crying.

“Shh,” he whispered into your hair, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.” He kissed the top of your head, and you felt tears in your eyes again. “Did you have a bad day, baby?” You nodded, and Billy’s grip around you tightened. “I’m sorry,” he said, speaking into your hair, “I’m sorry I ate your food…”

“No,” you looked up at him, and Billy’s frown deepened at how red your eyes were, “I overreacted, it’s okay…”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, hand on your face, “And when you’re ready, I wanna hear about your day, okay?”

You nodded, snuggling closer. “I broke my phone.”

“At work?”

“Mm mm… At the station. My train was late,” you explained, “and some guy ran into me and I dropped it.” You sniffled. “I skipped lunch. I worked through it, and no one even stopped to see if I needed any help…”

He made a noise, and you knew Billy was trying to stop himself from commenting—he wasn’t the biggest fan of your boss or your coworkers.

“My whole body hurts,” you admitted, sniffling once more.

Billy kissed the top of your head again. “Can I make some suggestions?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I’m gonna run you a bath,” he started, “and you’re gonna relax tonight.” He looked down at you, his dark eyes staring into yours. “I’m gonna make a few calls and get you somethin’ to eat…”

“Billy, it’s late.”

“The restaurant owner owes me a favor,” he shrugged, “Don’t worry, baby, you’re getting your enchiladas.”

You chuckled, and Billy grinned, happy to see you smile. “Okay.”

“I’m also gonna take the liberty of calling you off of work tomorrow,” he said, speaking quickly before you could object, “I fucking dare your boss to say no to me.” His grin turned dark. “Actually, I want him to.”

You leaned against his chest. “Billy,” you sighed, smiling.

“That sound good?” He asked, looking down at you.

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were already feeling better—all you needed was to cry in Billy’s arms, but of course, he was going above and beyond. “That sounds perfect,” you sighed. “But can I add something?”

“Anything,” he answered, kissing your head again.

“Can you get in the bath with me?”

He smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips, making your entire body feel like it was floating. “I can do that,” he answered.

A few hours later, after a bubble bath with Billy that turned into soft, slow sex, express delivery Mexican food, and lots and lots of kisses and cuddles, you were in bed with Billy, your head on his naked chest with his arms around you. Your eyelids were heavy, and you sighed happily as Billy pressed kisses to your hairline.

“I ordered you a new phone,” he said, voice low. His hand was trailing up and down your arm, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. “And I already called your boss.”

“When?” You asked, eyes closing even as you spoke.

“When you were inhaling your food,” he said back with a low chuckle, “He was so impressed with the amount and quality of your work—and I’m quoting him here—that he’s ‘in talks’ to get you the promotion you ‘so obviously deserve’.”

“What?” You sat up, eyes wide. “Really?”

“Yup,” he gently pushed you back down, resuming his caressing of your skin, “He said you can have all the time you want,” he leaned down and kissed you—a long, soft kiss that had your toes curling, “So that gives me all the time I want to make tonight up to you.”

“Billy,” you laughed, “you don’t have to—”

“—I was gonna start with another round of orgasms,” he said, grinning.

“Oh,” you blinked up at him, “well then get busy, Marine.”

Billy laughed, rolling over so that he was on top of you, his body pressing down on yours. You spent the night like that, connecting with Billy as he made love to you until you fell asleep, completely full and sated and relaxed.

The day had started out shitty, but in a matter of hours, Billy had turned it all around.

You really did have the best life.

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[breanime]

one of them spoiled a book/movie/tv show/etc for the other(s) for billy russo?

Warning: Game of Thrones spoilers! (RIP to a show that had such potential and then turned into a spiraling pile of garbage)

Brunches with Frank, Karen, Billy, and Curtis were always the highlight of your week. Especially because after brunch, you and Billy would go back to his place and watch Game of Thrones until one of you (usually you) started kissing on the other and then… well, the show would have to get paused for a while. It was taking you a long time to get through it, to be honest—not that you minded.

You were almost finished with season two, and you were the last of your friend group to watch it. Things between you and Billy were… in limbo. You weren’t officially dating, but you weren’t seeing anyone else, and you knew Billy wasn’t either. Karen joked that your one-year anniversary would come and go before you admitted you were in a relationship with Billy, but she was wrong. It wasn’t about being in denial; it was about being realistic.

Billy was into you, but only as a friend. Yeah, the two of you slept together but… he wasn’t emotionally invested in you. It was a fling. And while you knew you had feelings for him, you also knew Billy wasn’t the monogamous type, so you would just take what you could get from him.

Currently, Billy had his arm on the back of your chair. The two of you were sharing a meal, and you were sipping a mimosa while Karen and Frank shared knowing looks that you were certain were about you and Billy.

“So, who do you think is gonna be on the Iron Throne by the end of it all?” Curtis asked, leaning back in his chair. “My money is on Khaleesi.”

“Bullshit,” Frank said, waving his hand in the air, “It’s gonna be the Stark sisters; Arya as the Hand of the Queen and Sansa running shit.”

“I think it’s going to be Daenerys,” Karen answered, “It’s hers by rights.”

“Nah,” Billy shook his head, “She ain’t ready.”

“It’s gonna be Robb,” you said, “Sansa is going to be his Hand of the King, her or Tyrion…”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Karen cooed.

“He is!” You argued. “Who else has the political background and time on the field and heart that Robb has? He’s the best choice!”

“Yeah,” Curtis took a drink, trying not to spoil it for you, “that’s true…”

“…Plus he’s hot,” you added.

Billy frowned down at you.

“Oh yeah,” Karen nodded eagerly, “Richard Madden is just…” She sighed. “So dreamy.”

“Dreamy? Really?” Frank grunted. “In what way?”

“In what way?” You said back. “Oh, Frankie, it’ll be easier to tell you ways he isn’t dreamy than to tell you how he is.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Karen began.

“His eyes,” you added.

“His smile,” Karen said.

“His body—”

“His head on a stake after the Freys murder him,” Billy deadpanned.

“WHAT?!” Your eyes were wide, and Billy pulled back from you.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Billy!” Karen cried.

“Damn, Bill,” Frank murmured.

“Spoiler alert, man! Damn,” Curtis shook his head, “Sorry, Y/N…”

“Robb dies?!” You asked, jaw dropping. “Wait—who are the Freys? Wait—he’d decapitated?!”

“The Starks love a good beheading…” Frank said, shrugging one-shoulder.

“Oh man, how are you gonna make this up to her?” Curtis asked as you sat there gaping like a fish.

“Hey, come on, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Billy said, ignoring everyone else.

“I can’t believe it—I’m so sad!”

“We were like, two episodes away from his death—”

“—nooooo!” You shrank back from him, your eyes still wide. “You know Robb is my favorite character!”

“Cause he’s so dreamy,” he said, his voice just above a growl.

“No, because he was the fucking King of the North!” You shot back. “I can’t believe he dies! I can’t believe you ruined the surprise for me!”

“There’s still so many things that happen,” Karen intervened, “you’re gonna be so surprised at all the twists and turns.”

“Yeah,” Billy agreed, “we haven’t even got to the best parts yet…”

“You still want to watch it?” You asked, frowning.

“Hell yeah,” he answered, putting his arm over the back of your chair again, “I love our GOT dates.”

Dates? You bit your lip, trying not to smile. Oh. Cool.

The waitress brought another round of mimosas to the table, handing them out to each of you.

“To Russo spoiling his girlfriend’s favorite TV show!” Curtis cheered.

“To Russo!” Karen and Frank echoed, clinking their classes together.

You toasted with them, watching Billy to see if he was annoyed or irritated that they’d called you his girlfriend… He didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your face—a surprisingly openly affectionate gesture.

“I promise I’ll make this up to you later,” he whispered before straightening up.

You bit your lip. You were still disappointed by the spoiler, but there was something you wanted to test out, too. Something that, if you were right, would easily overpower the disappointment. “You know,” you whispered back, “some people’s boyfriends give them flowers or puppies, but mine just dishes out spoilers…”

He laughed, and that one, simple sound immediately put you at ease. “I told you,” he repeated, “I’ll make it up to you. I got plans…” He leaned closer to you again, his dark eyes gleaming. “…Gonna make you see that what you got is worth 100 Robb Starks…”

Now you laughed, heart full. Your boyfriend may spoil TV shows for you, and he may get irrationally jealous of fictional characters, but he was exactly what you wanted in a man.

Besides, you could be a little tactless, too. Karen had been right in her teasing about you not knowing about your one-year anniversary; you had no idea that you and Billy had even been dating, so when your anniversary came, it was a surprise to you.

Billy was cool with it, though. He laughed at your confusion, and the two of you spent the majority of the evening mapping out your relationship and debating when the two of you actually became a real couple. The rest of the night, you spent doing…other things…

(And no, watching Game of Thrones was not among them.)

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Robb Stark is an absolute babe, and I stand by that statement. Anyway, that gif is totally Billy’s face when reader starts gushing about the King in the North lol. Thanks for reading!

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