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illshowyourhurricanes · 3 years

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Five-word prompt drabble

(Prompt: “Why do you love me?” for Billy Russo X reader)

Word count: 371

Rating: mentions of weapons, war, scarring

Thank you so much to @snowkestrel for the request!

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Billy’s hands rose to his face and he pressed a finger over each of his closed eyelids. He stayed that way for long enough for you to notice that his fingernails were no longer pristine and perfectly manicured. His hands almost looked foreign, the hands of a stranger who had been battered and broken; hands that shook as they held an M40 rifle, deafened by the atrocities of war; hands that had, at one time, ran over every inch of your body and resulted in you screaming his name. Those hands rubbed down his scar-ridden cheeks, one falling to his thigh as the other ran over his mouth and chin, bringing your attention to his goatee. Your brows furrowed as the realization hit you— he was unable to grow a beard, not with those deep, puckered wounds that disfigured his face.

He claimed to remember nothing, to be void of any memory over a span of years; Billy thought he was still a Marine, which meant Billy would remember you. You’d known him before his first tour. Just before he left for training, you told him you loved him for the first time of many. He’d never once said it back. Now he was begging for answers, for any shard of information he could grasp onto in hopes he could remember something— anything.

And there you stood, his voice thick with an accent you hadn’t heard so pronounced since before echoing in your head: “Why do you love me?”

You sank down into the chair across from Billy and searched for any remnants of his former face. Even his eyes were completely different. They were haunted, yet hungry with the desperation of hope.

“Why do I love you?” You echoed his question and shrugged your shoulders. “I recanted those words when I learned what you did to Frank and his family. You don’t remember, but I do.” You stood back up again, walking to the door. You opened it to let him out. “Why do I love you?” There was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips though you tried to keep it at bay. “I don’t.” You gestured to the door. “Take care, Billy.”

#5 word prompt #billy russo x reader #billy russo #drabble #my writing #thanks for the request snowkestrel

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padfootagain · 4 years

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Grumpy

Hi everyone! I'm back with a very cute little drabble for Christmas! We're one week away from Christmas, and I'll try to post a few of those little drabbles before the 25th!

This is a very cute, grumpy Ben with a cold! I hope you like this!

A little comment is greatly appreciated, if you have a second to spare!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1672

Ben was grumpy.

It wasn't in his nature, and it wasn't in his character at all. He was a rather shy, goofy and quite adorable man with a mischievous sense of humour most of the time. There were only a few instances that brought him to a more bitter state of mind: the remnants of a hangover in the early morning, being stuck in traffic for a long time, and being sick.

And now, Ben was sick.

Nothing dramatic, but a seasonal cold that would have disappeared in a few days. But for the moment, Ben was in the dark phase of the disease.

A runny nose, a sore throat that was sometimes scratched with a rough cough, fever and a migraine that made him feel like someone was piercing his skull with needles. He had no energy for anything and was stuck in his bed, under a pile of blankets and pillows you had brought for him.

And it would have been bearable, had you been there with him to distract him from his miserable state, give him cuddles and bring him regular doses of his favourite tea. But you were at work, and he had to survive four more hours without you. And the more time he spent on his own, the grumpier he became.

It was snowing outside upon London, large snowflakes brightening the days of children and turning the old city into something a little enchanted, a little magical. Low clouds almost as white as the snowflakes they released hovered lazily above the tall buildings and worn-out stones, businessmen hurrying under the cold weather while the more innocent kinds carved faces for snowmen and threw snowballs at their friends. Cars of those reckless enough to try to drive through the city under this weather honked loudly, punctuating the rhythm of the city that never slowed down, especially at the approach of the holidays. And Ben would have loved the spectacle it offered, had he moved to his window to glimpse at the outside world. He would have dragged a chair by the window, and enjoyed a warm cup of coffee while watching peacefully as the snowflakes fell in his garden. Or perhaps, had you been there, he would have enjoyed looking at strangers running down the slippery street, imagining with you crazy lives for these people he didn't know. You would have found an astronaut in their midst for sure, you always did, for some reason. Ben's theory was that it was because of how much you loved the stars.

But again, you were not there, he was alone in your shared home with a buzzing brain that was slowly turning into jelly, and sore limbs, and a nose that wouldn't allow him to breathe. And now, the snow annoyed him, the cold weather the cause of his pain, after all.

He checked the time again, and heaved a desperate sigh as he counted – with much difficulty – how many more hours he had to survive through without you. He had never cursed your job more than now, as he grumpily mumbled a string of curses under his breath, wrapping himself even more in his blankets until the only part of him still visible was his forehead and messy dark hair.

He counted the minutes till you'd be back to fall back to sleep, and he spent most of his afternoon tossing around, somewhere between sleep and reality, in a daze that wasn't peaceful and didn't bring to his tired frame any rest. He reached for a book after a couple of hours, but the words written on the page required from him way too much concentration and his migraine got worse after only a couple of pages, so he discarded the item once again. He checked the time one more time.

He had two hours left.

He made an almost-unbearable effort to extract himself from the covers and finally head for the shower, figuring that some warm water would help.

And it did. The shower gave him enough energy to carry his set of pillows and blankets to the sofa instead, moving his mess to the living-room so he could watch some stupid things on the TV.

He spent most of the rest of his time alone watching some old episodes of Columbo, keeping an eye on the time while he waited for you, hoping you wouldn't be delayed by the snow on your way home, his mood darkening some more at the mere thought.

And when you finally walked in your shared home, Ben couldn't refrain a relieved sigh.

He waited for the sound of your keys to drop on the little bowl by the door, for the sound of the shuffling of fabric as you took off your scarf, beanie, gloves and coat, and finally the thud sound of your shoes being kicked off. Finally, the muffled thumping of your footsteps on the wooden floor echoed through the hall, and you appeared by his side, your hair a little wet because of the snow, but you still seemed warm and cosy in your warm jumper.

"How are you feeling, baby?" you asked in a soft voice, tilting your head in wonder, and Ben swore that he had never seen anything cuter in his life.

He let out a groan, pouting dramatically.

"I feel awful," he mumbled, letting out a grumpy growl and holding his cover closer to him.

You sat down by his side on the sofa, and rested the back of your hand against his forehead.

"You still have fever, babe," you told him in the softest voice you could muster, your fingers sliding from his forehead to his hair, soothingly travelling through the dark strands. "Have you taken a shower?"

He nodded, before sneezing very loudly, the noise echoing throughout the room, and letting out a frustrated groan.

"I hate being like this," he pouted.

"I know, love. But you need to rest to get better, that's all we can do. I'm gonna make you some tea with honey, it'll help, okay?"

You were about to get up when he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to your seat gently. The quick gesture seemed to exhaust him even more, but he didn't mind, for once.

"No, stay. You'll do that later."

"It would be good for you…"

"No, please. Please stay with me. I've waited for you all day. Just… stay."

His eyes were watery because of his cold, and his nose all red, and his cheeks flushed with fever, and he was poutier than ever, buried under three blankets. There was simply no way for you to say no to him.

And it was unsaid, right now, but it wasn't hard to read in his eyes that he meant to add I love you to his plea.

So, you settled properly in the sofa, opening your arms for him to snuggle into your side.

He heaved a sigh, finally relaxing, as he tucked his head in the crook of your neck.

"I hope you don't get sick holding me like that," Ben mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and barely audible, but you were so used to his voice by now that it wasn't hard for you to decipher what he was whispering.

You smiled a tender smile, that he couldn't see and that you barely noticed yourself as it formed across your lips, but it didn't matter. It wasn't aimed at anyone in particular anyway. It was just how he made you feel all the time.

"Well, if I do catch your cold, you'll have to nurse me back to health too, then," you replied, making him chuckle, his first laughter of the day.

"That's a deal. Besides, I'm gonna be a little selfish here, but I need you too much now to really care if you get sick or not."

It was your time to laugh, and your heart was filled with love as you did so, the bright sound illuminating the whole room.

"Well, you're feeling very bad, so, I won't hold that selfish act against you," you reassured him, and Ben closed his eyes as you started running your fingers in his dishevelled hair again.

"Thanks. Because I really do feel awful."

You hummed, focusing on the TV before you, but only for a moment, as Ben spoke again. He had missed your voice too much during the day, after all. And if having you in his arms was already working wonders on his mood, still, he wanted you all to himself, and you seemed to give way too much interest to the crime show on TV.

"How was your day, baby?" he asked in a hoarse voice, before he would be shaken by a cough.

"It was okay, a bit long," you admitted as Ben settled back into your arms.

"Tell me everything that happened, please?" he asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes, and you could only let out a fond chuckle as you kissed his forehead and proceeded to tell him everything about your day at work.

"Well, Marjorie broke the coffee machine this morning, which was undoubtedly a good odd for the rest of the day!"

You went on for a long time, sometimes slowing down to a stop when Ben's eyes remained closed for a while, and you thought he had fallen asleep, but he kept on asking you to continue then, his eyes still closed, so you did. He did fall asleep though, once you had finished your story and settled back in a comfortable silence with him nestled in your arms. You didn't mind, despite your position growing a little uncomfortable after a while. You watched TV while Ben caught up on some most needed sleep, a soft snore coming out of him once in a while making you smile fondly at him.

Yes, Ben was grumpy when he was sick. But then again, sometimes, he wasn't that grumpy, even if sick, for as long as he had you.

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myriadimagines · 5 years

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Hey, Sam! Happiest New Years to you! I only now learned about your fandom family and I'd love to join in, it's such a sweet thing! My name is Jenna, would like to use this blog (madamrogers) and my three characters are Billy Russo (The Punisher), Steve Rogers (Avengers) and Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men). Thank you! xx

hey jenna, happy new year to you too!!! you’ve been added as billy russo, thank you so much for joining!!

(anyone interested in joining my fandom family can check out this post!)

#madamrogers #s talks

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sielustaja · 4 years

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I associate you with Fassy, cookies, art, mermaids, little dogs, smiles, positivity and ninjas 💕✨

Thank you Jenna, I’m glad I remind you of such sweet things 💙 Have a little cookie as a treat 🍪

>> tell me what you associate me with!

#siel answers #oh I miss taekwon-do so much #it's hard to train close combat techniques alone lmao #madamrogers

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something-tofightfor · 6 years

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Hey, huge congrats! 500 followers, that's a lot! I adore this celebration! I thought about this for a while, there are just so many options. But the quote I decided is "the strongest hearts have been broken the most" and with Billy, perhaps? Maybe something that has been a slow burn but now they're having this important moment or something? Angst-ish turning into fluff, whatever you can make up with. You can personalize it if you want, but I don't insist. Congrats once more and thank you, dear!

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. First of all, I like this quote a lot. It’s a little different than I think you asked for, but I’m happy with this one, and hope you are, too.

Title: Moving In

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1055 (Ugh. I tried to keep it brief)

Rating: PG 13?

You sighed, turning the doorknob and letting yourself into your apartment. It was dark, it was empty, and it was yours. You grinned as you flipped the light switch and looked around, taking in the living room/kitchen, the door leading to the small balcony, and the hallway that led to your bedroom and bathroom. You couldn’t help it, you were excited to be on your own, excited that you were no longer sharing an apartment with two other women - and couldn’t want to bring your stuff in.

Stepping into the room and letting the door close behind you, you walked into the kitchen and set down the only thing you’d brought with you - a framed photo of you and your friend Billy. Friends. He’d been the first person that you met when you moved to New York, the first person that you’d trusted in the city that was so different from where you’d grown up, and he was also the first man that had taken you out on a date since you’d lost your long term boyfriend to a car accident six months prior to leaving Chicago and heading to the east coast. “Friends.” You rolled your eyes but still smiled at the word, thinking that if you had your way, you’d have been steadily dating Billy, but the world didn’t work that way, and instead you’d been shoved off to the side after your single date, Billy telling you that he cared too much about you to draw you in.

You knew how he was and what he did, and while you weren’t OK with it, you were grateful that he was willing to treat you differently, that he wanted to keep you in his life for longer than a single night or a few hours at a time. You wouldn’t consider what you two did dating - hell, you hadn’t even gotten to kiss him - but you were the one that he took to dinner on weeknights, the one that he ran errands with, the one that he called when he needed an opinion. You were the one allowed to take and post pictures with him, claiming him as a permanent part of your life.

But it wasn’t enough for you, and you were growing tired of pretending that it was. You had friends - plenty of them. You’d had other dates - some better than others. But you wanted Billy, wanted to know what it was like to feel his lips on yours, to feel his arms around you, to hear him whispering your name in the dark, tangled in his sheets. As you stared at the picture, knowing that you weren’t the only one to feel this way about him, that it was borderline expected that women would feel this way around Billy, you frowned, thinking of a quote that your grandmother had whispered to you at Derek’s funeral, almost two years prior. “The strongest hearts have been broken the most”, she whispered, hugging you tightly. “And you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

You thought of her and that quote often - each time you saw Billy with a new woman, each time he joked about being with them, and you thought that at this point, your heart ought to have been the strongest bunch of muscle in the world, as it had been breaking day in and day out for well over a year. Yet you knew that you were too far gone to cut him out of your life for good, even though it would have helped. He’d planned on being with you when you got your keys, but of course he was out on a date - it was a Saturday, after all - and so you’d gone alone, bringing him with you in spirit - and on paper. Turning away from the counter, you jumped at a knock on the door, frowning as you made your way over to it, peering through the peephole and seeing… flowers?

Securing the chain, you opened the door slowly, peering through the crack. “Hey you.” Billy. At the sound of his voice, you closed the door, undid the chain and then opened it again, watching as he lowered the bouquet - a mixture of deep red dahlias and lighter colored lilies - a smile on his face. “I wanted to see your new place.” Shocked, you stepped aside, waving him in. He looked around, his eyes falling on the picture frame on the counter before he turned to face you, holding out the flowers. “These are for you.” You took them, bringing them to your nose and inhaling.

“Thank you, Billy, they’re beautiful… but didn’t you have a date tonight.” He nodded, smiling still, and stepped forward, reaching out to touch your shoulder. What is he doing?

“I did. But I canceled it. I needed to be here. Needed to be with you.” What? “I’ve been an idiot, you know?” You stared up at him, watching as a sheepish grin spread across Billy’s face and his hand moved toward your neck, palm on your cheek, thumb moving over the skin beneath your eye. “Can I take you out to dinner tonight?” Your jaw dropped, eyes going wide and Billy tilted his head to the side, leaning down. “On another date?” You didn’t even register that you had nodded when you felt his lips gently touch yours, lingering for long seconds as you moved your hand to his chest, the one holding the flowers dropping to your side. Holy hell. “Good. It’s long overdue.”

You put the flowers down on the counter next to the photo of the two of you, and as he took your hand, twining your fingers together, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe all of the heartbreak was worth it.

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fonteyn · 4 years

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Hi, everyone! It’s been a long time since I did one of these. Ever since quarantine started I became, once again, a lot more active on this blog. With that and also because of the follower milestone I reached, I thought it would be a good idea to do a follow forever.

I just want to thank everyone who has been supporting me through changing fandoms multiple times, from Percy Jackson, to a Marvel, to a Chris Evans and now...whatever the hell I currently am doing. It’s been a pleasure having this space to share my thoughts and obsessions with like minded people. Wish you all the best xx

first some awesome people I love seeing around here:

@portman-natalie @fvckingavengers @africabytotos @ballyhoobarnes @a-dorky-book-keeper @tavlor @saintaleksander @tomhardysteeth @bushemis @br0ck-eddie @charlesblackwood

also here are a few fic writers whose works have been getting me through quarantine:

@banditthewriter @bbbarneswrites @bakedapplesauce @boogiewrites @breanime @clairecrive @dreamwritesimagines @fairywriter-oracle @gollyderek @hardyimagines @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters @hibiscuswrites @honeychicanawrites @hoodlumwhore @iamkatehardy @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @lexxierave @johnismyreason @logans-chestnuts @obscurilicious @padfootagain @pcrushinnerd @of-love-and-of-the-sea @something-tofightfor @sopxhiea @suchatinyinfinity @the-blind-assassin-12 @wouldpollyapprove

now onto my other favs:

# - a

@abouttimefortea @agilitiespharah @ahsokatonas @ahwak @alfiesrum @anastasias @andybarbers @anthqnystark @artemxis @avatar-aang @avengedwritings

@bad-boy-barnes @barnes-ben @barnesbenx @barnesdaily @barnesplots @bbarnes-andbutterfly @bbpvrker @beautifultypewriter @becs-bunker @bellamynochillblake @benbarnesescape @benbarnesfrustration @benbenbarnesben @benbinbonsbarnes @bennskywalker @bernthaltrash @biclarisselarue @bilyrusso @bioshocky @bipeterparker @birogers @bisexual-space-slut @bisexualsharpay @blinder-baker @bohemianpages @bonniebird @braveprincess-rebelprince @brieslarsen @buchanstan @buckyskorpion @buffysummers

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@daddywillgraham @daeneryssansa @daisyskyewalker @dameronn @darkduet @davidperalta @dec16th @delos-destinations @devilsavocados @dicaprios @dickbaggins @dirtychocolatechai @downey-and-hardy @dylannobriens @earthbendcrs @eddiesweet @emyyjemyyben @eternitybarnes @evanbuckllys @evelynshelby @evnscvll @ewstevie @excaliburs @exileacoustic

f - i

@faintmp3 @fandommaniacx @fangruinin @fatbottomhargreeves @fiery-red-kryptonite @fific7 @fightmebucky @fightmewiatch @fishkreizler @fleur @floatingpetals @floweryshell @fondlylupin @goneatlas @harleyquinnz @harrydraco @hecthledgers @henrycavilledits @henrycvill @heywoodxparker @himbopoes @hizukkahere @hoechlin @holdurhuxbby @hollywoods @holybatflapexpert @hxrgreeves @iam93percentstardust @iamundead @iheartbinbons @ismaeriennes

j - l

@jackmanhugh @jakechillenhaal @jbrnes @jennigarner @jeromemonaghan @joenickys @johnmurphysass @johnnyshellby @justalittleweirdoo @justanothershelby @kaetastic @katara @klaushargrief @la-sorciere-fleur @larajeanslovenotes @leagueofbane @litfantasynet @logan-delos @logan-deloss @logans-deloss @love-ben-barness @lovehappyloki @lovepoe @lvfics

m - o

@macillacamaulay @mackievanstan @madamrogers @magicalabilities @mandalorianns @marvelheroes @maxximovssolo @maybank-jj @maziekeen @medicus-mccoy @modeans @monicarambeau @morphoportis @mothermercuryy @movie-gifs @nadjasdolly @narniachronicles @narniadreams @narnianetwork @neatmonsterr @noahczcrny @nobodys @nofckingfighting @obiwanobi @oceanics @ohbrien @omgbenbarnes @ophiliad @orlando-bloom @oscarspoe

p - r

@papa-geralt-of-cirilla @peakyblinded @peakyblindersengland @peakymarvelworld @peakysource @perfectopposite @pheedraws @poedamveron @potterpansy @princess-evans-addict @princess-of-the-worlds @propertyofpoeandbucky @punisherpage @queeniesteiins @raleighritchie @redgillan @reidshideout @remusjonhs @rhodesjames @richardgansye @russo-licious

@samwillson @samwlsn @seb-stanned @sebastiastan @sergeant-barnes-and-his-captain @sesamepancakes @sholomons @slowburntryhard @smallheathgangsters @smashbros @spidersverse @spideycentral @starlightinherheart @staygold-bebold @stevebucks @swainlake

t - v

@tartiflvtte @thaestraels @the-darkling @the-maidofmischief @the1styles @theavengers @thehardy-boys @theoscarfiles @theromanianprince @theshelbyclan @thewitchersdaily @thewoodlandqueen @thisisparadisemylove @thorne @tommyhardyx @tommyshelbytrash @tonystarkjr @troy-boltons-pink-jelly @tsolomons @ttchallas @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes @unconfirmedbachelor @undomiel @undomiels @valhallaas @valkyrierhodes @vampireslur @villainelle

w - y

@w-byers @weiwuxian @whisperios @whumpster-dumpster @wildfloweur @williampoulter @williamsherondales @witch @witchygagirl @wlwokoyes @womenofmcu @wonderwrman @writemarvelousthings @writerdream22 @xkurtwagner @yougottakeeponkeepinon

#follow forever #iz's 3.3k celebration

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jennareedus · 6 years

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Top Gun?

I love every movie with Tom Cruise, I should all watch them. Can’t believe I haven’t seen this one, haha. I’m going too!

#ask #madamrogers #movie ask #thank you dear

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madamrogers · 4 years

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@sielustaja tagged me in this (thank you! x) and I think these always take a few eternities from me to do, so I’ll for once do this quite quickly.

Last song: Keiino - Dancing in the Smoke

Last movie: Love Wedding Repeat

Currently watching: The Umbrella Academy season 2 is a few eps down. Also the tv show version of the newest version of the Finnish classic Tuntematon sotilas (The Unknown Soldier).

Currently reading: Nothing at the moment, gonna start reading something soon, I hope. I finished a very good Finnish urban werewolf fantasy trilogy a while ago and now I cannot get over it

Currently craving: Inspiration for my last course work, I have been fighting with it for over a month and my time is running out. Also inspo for life in general, I think

Tagging: No one. Except you. Yes, you. But feel free to ignore

#madamrogers got tagged #tagging game

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illshowyourhurricanes · 3 years

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Snapshots

I’m trying something new with our love Billy Russo here. His broken mind does eventually wake up to memories, flashbacks, random moments and experiences in his life. This series of one-shots, drabbles, etc-- most likely unrelated-- is going to basically give insight into some of those re-encountered memories.

Rating: PG-13: language, mentions of sex

Word count: 910

Tag list: @obscurilicious @the-blind-assassin-12 @something-tofightfor @logans-deloss @lexxierave @madamrogers @gollyderek @yannii04 @carlaangel86 @vetseras @maydayfigment @thisisparadisemylove @malionnes @thesandbeneathmytoes @tenhargreeves @luminex3 @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @witchygagirl @fific7 @everything-lost-and-unsaid @pheedraws @my-rosegold-soul @commanderlola @leeanncodes @citrusmun @bisexual-space-slut

If you’d like to be added to/removed from my tag list, please send me an ask.

Thanks for reading!

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"Lieutenant William Russo."

Her voice was thick with disgust; her expression no more than a sneer.

Billy waited. He waited for her eyes-- those intoxicating eyes-- to focus on his face, for her mind-- her brilliant mind-- to register what she was seeing.

“How unfortunate."

She stayed there, standing in the threshold of the entrance to her penthouse suite, and as the seconds ticked by, her sneer turned into a gratified smirk. Billy Russo was hideous; he was ruined. His face had been mangled. He’d been shot and cut and the evidence of that was all over his once flawless face. It used to make her heart race, back before the mere thought of him made her stomach turn.

But now… now his face wasn’t so perfect. In fact, it was marred with scars— thick, pink, evident scars, the tissue that had been stitched together puckering in jagged lines. She focused on one in particular, high up on his forehead and dangerously close to his hairline. He was wearing a beanie, but she suspected his always styled hair was something else he’d lost.

The satisfaction she felt was impossible to hide. What had happened to Billy wasn’t just fitting, but sadistically amusing. “What a shame, you used to be so pretty.”

Billy’s nostrils flared. He stood to his full height— no more slumping of his shoulders, no more averting his eyes— and his gaze went straight to hers. He was staring her down just like she was him, and she saw his jaw flex. What really jarred her, if just for two seconds, was the look in his eyes. He could play angry, but she knew that look because she'd become quite acquainted with it from looking in the mirror. It was shame. And never had she seen Billy Russo with shame in his eyes. She found herself pushing back from the threshold of the door, turning away and walking inside. Whatever he wanted, he wasn’t getting.

Standing outside the door was enough for Billy. It was darker there, and though he had his hoodie pulled up over his head, he preferred standing in the shadows. It reminded him of being in combat, staying hidden from the enemy, a phantom until they rounded a corner. Then, he was the face of death. Now, the shadows hid part of his ugliness.

Even so, he stepped inside after lingering outside for a few moments, squinting as his eyes got acclimated to the light inside. The kitchen was alight, and the open floor plan allowed Billy to see through the penthouse to the living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows presenting the celebrated New York City skyline to any onlooker inside. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he seemed almost transfixed by his surroundings. Eyes narrowed, his eyes darted around his surroundings, an eerie familiarity settling over him like a foggy morning mist.

She saw his expression out of her periphery and smirked. She felt a soar of satisfaction in her chest and retrieved her wine glass from the counter where she'd placed it when she got the door.

“I made some changes,” she said, turning around to admire the view for herself. “Just a few— new furniture, those couches you had were too dark. They were doing the lighting a disservice.” Turning her head to look at him, her attention strayed, focused at the scarring on his cheek. He’d been so carelessly and messily stitched. “I always hated those couches. I’m not one to hide my distaste.”

Finally, he blinked and turned to look at her head on. Reaching upward, he pushed the hoodie from his head and ran a palm over his scalp. Shrugging his left shoulder— it ached— he settled his gaze on her own. She'd told him why this place gave him that odd feeling; she'd connected the dots without Billy saying a word. This penthouse— her penthouse— had once been his.

He remembered fragments of stories he’d been told: a company, Anvil, one he’d built from the ground up with money he’d sold himself for. A CEO, filthy rich and powerful witt his tailor-made designer suits, ridiculously expensive cars, woman after woman after woman… his penthouse.

She saw something new in his eyes, an amalgamation of emotions all built into one look. She saw regret. She saw shame. And she caught something all too familiar, so strikingly Billy, she felt chill bumps pop up over her spine— she saw a flash of anger.

“This place is mine.” Billy spoke through clenched teeth. His eyes never wavered from hers. He’d looked around his surroundings enough, noticed some things unchanged that incited a recognition so strong, it was visceral. He may not remember how it became his—he supposed it had something to do with this Anvil operation he was told about—but the semantics of how meant nothing to Billy then. For months, how and why had been all he cared about.

“Was yours, Lieutenant.” Her voice was smooth, cool. She enjoyed taunting him; she found pleasure in it. “A lot of things were yours.” Her eyes were ice cold, but beyond that, they held a haughty look of pride. “Look at you now.” Boldly, she reached for his face, and with one fingertip, traced the crooked, puckered scar over his left cheek. Billy Russo was destroyed. And nothing had given her as much pleasure—except, perhaps, the countless nights they’d spent tangled in sheets and in one another. It had been a lifetime ago.

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Happy Birthday, Baby

Just a little drabble for Ben's birthday! I hope you like it! It's very cute and silly :)

Happy Birthday Ben!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1193

You were beginning to regret your choice of present for his birthday.

He had been dreaming about this expensive camera for months, hesitating in buying it or not because he had one already that was still working perfectly fine even if it was starting to get a bit out of date. You had argued that he had more than enough money to buy it and that he should do so if it made him happy, but Ben was a reasoned person that sometimes rationalized things a little too much. His generous nature would have pushed him to buy it in the blink of an eye if you had been the one wanting it, but if it were for himself, he was more willing to weigh the pros and cons.

So, as his birthday came closer and he was still indecisive about his camera, you had secretly bought it for him. And as he unwrapped his present, he had tears in his eyes and a touched smile on his face, proof, if you needed any, that you had aimed for the perfect gift this year again.

But it had been about two hours since you had offered him his gift, and you were beginning to regret it. At first, he played with the new functionalities on it, and tried different settings, and that was completely normal. But two hours later, and he had still not put his camera down, which started to be a little annoying.

What was even more annoying though was the fact that he was now taking pictures of you. Which you didn't always mind, if the light was right and you were sharing a memory together. But now you were just washing the dishes, with foam up your wrists and your hair a mess, and feeling everything but photogenic at that moment.

You heaved a sigh, giving him a pointed look.

"Ben, what are you doing now?"

"Enjoying my present!" he answered with the most adorable excited tone, and you felt your will to scold him melt already.

"I'm not even doing anything interesting or looking pretty right now," you argued, but he looked at you with a frown.

"You're always pretty. What are you talking about?"

You rolled your eyes but were unable to refrain a smile.

"I am not always pretty. It's just love blinding you."

"That's not true. You're beautiful, period."

"I wasn't pretty when I puked on your shoes when I had a stomach flu."

"The puking part wasn't sexy, but you were still beautiful. It's the vomit that was disgusting. Can't believe you destroyed my favourite pair of trainers..."

"It was more than a year ago!"

"You're the one bringing it up again! Now, look at me, and smile."

Instead, you stuck your tongue out at him, making a silly face that made him laugh, and he took a picture of you anyway.

"You're adorable when you're annoyed," he grinned, making you even more irritated.

"Don't push your luck, birthday boy," you warned him, waving a dirty plate at him as a threat.

He merely laughed in response, coming closer to hug you from behind, wrapping his arms around your stomach to press your back into his chest.

"Thank you for the camera, I love it," he whispered in your ear, his breath against your cheek eliciting goosebumps across your arms, and his words making you smile.

"I'm happy you like your present."

He hummed in agreement, before dropping his head to gently kiss your shoulder.

"I love you more, though," he went on in the same quiet tone. "I'm just happy we can be together this year, instead of me working on another continent or whatever. That's the best gift you could give me, to just be here with me today."

You turned your head to drop a peck on his cheek, his dark beard tickling your lips.

"I love you too, you sappy baby," you answered, making him laugh again.

"You're even cheesier than I am, don't deny it," he argued, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his beard rough against your skin, but you actually loved the familiar feeling.

"Yeah, maybe... but I reckon that you love it."

"I do. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I'm gonna print all these pictures I've just taken, by the way."

"Why? I'm not doing anything!"

"You're being yourself, domestic. And that's all I really want with you. I want us to be domestic around each other. I want us to be so damn used to being around each other that we barely remember how it was before we were together. I want these little scenes with you, like you washing the dishes, or getting up all grumpy in the morning. I want that kind of intimacy with you. I want to be here for everything, doesn't matter if you're dressed up or puking all over my shoes."

You brushed a tear away before it could fall and Ben could see it.

"Who's the cheesiest now, huh?" you asked, feeling your throat tightened and your voice dropping of an octave as a result, while your heart was ready to burst with affection.

"I guess I am."

"I do want that with you too, you know?"

"No, you're still the cheesiest little heart there is," he grinned against your neck, making you roll your eyes. "But I have an idea, and you need to give up on the dishes for me to try it. Washing can wait."

"Should I be worried?"

"Hmm... Let's say that... I'd like to try to take a new kind of pictures."

"A new kind of pictures? What does that mean?"

"Let's say... it'll be more comfortable for this activity if we're in the bedroom."

You laughed, the sound bright and happy and making a grin find its way to his lips without his consent.

"I see... Well... it is your birthday after all."

"It is."

"So... I guess, I shouldn't say no, right?"

"Hmm... I mean, you can if it makes you uncomfortable. But it's not like I haven't seen you naked hundreds of times before, and didn't know your body like the back of my hand by now."

"If you know me so well, then no need for pictures."

"Art should always be immortalized."

You laughed at him, shaking your head at his silliness.

"That was a terrible line!"

"You loved it. Come on, come back to bed. You know you won't regret it."

He gave you one of these glances you couldn't resist to. The seductive ones, with full-blown pupils you could barely see the shape in because of how dark his irises looked. He bit down on his bottom lip, and you knew you were gone for good. The effect the man had on you should have been illegal...

And the worst was that you knew he wasn't lying, or gloating. You wouldn't regret climbing upstairs to your shared bedroom, of that you were certain.

So, the choice was easy to make, and the dishes were abandoned for the rest of the day, when you and Ben had more important things to attend to.

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