Oh Shit Me Too

Billy Russo Masterlist🦋

Here you can find all my Billy Russo stories.

Organized from the oldest to the most recent.

guide: fluff=♡ angst= • smut= **

⚠️If you are underage do not interact with my NSFW fics⚠️

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One Shots:

Irresistible Attraction**

Billy Russo x Reader

Good Girls Turn Bad**

Demon!Billy x Reader

Because I'm Broken●♡

Billy Russo x Reader

Working With The Enemy**

Billy Russo x Enemy!Reader

You Belong To Me**♡

Billy Russo x BestFriend!Reader

Next Door **•♡

Billy Russo x Neighbor!Reader

Ruined Girl**•

Billy Russo x Reader

Forever and Ever/part1

Hades!Billy Russo x Persophone!Reader

Fic:

Favorite Crime **•♡

Billy Russo x Rawlins!Reader

Drabbles and Headcannons:

You and Billy are late for a meeting**

Billy and a Latin!Reader ●♡

Karen discovers your secret♡

The little Padfoot ♡

Billy is a sugar daddy**♡

Billy and his secretary**

Stalker!Billy**

Billy meets Anvil's rival CEO

Drunkenness hits (900-follower event) ♡

I don't want your pity (900-follower event)•

Silly Superstitions (900-followers event)♡

Forever (900-followers event)♡

Wake up with you (900-followers event)♡

This fucking dress (900-followers event)♡

Don't say no♡

yelena belova | hawkeye ep5 | wallpapers

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The bi panic omg I need more

Hi! Can I please request a Darkling and reader oneshot where they're married and she always look very elegant but in reality she's a great strategist and fighter?

Maybe Alina meets her when she is presented to the king, and is amazed by her and then sees her fighting in the training grounds and Alexander can't help but make some proud remarks?

Thank you so much, and feel free to change it a bit.

ADORED

The Darkling/Aleksander Morozova x reader

warnings: Alina’s POV, canon up to a point, Zoya bashing (canon episode 3), everyone has a crush on you, milf!reader, Alina is bi deal with it, vague descriptions of reader’s body.

summary: Alina meets the most adored person in the Little Palace; General Kirigan’s beautiful wife, Y/N

word count: 2037

taglist: @tranquilitymoon @thefifthweasley @savannah-elliott @ateliefloresdaprimavera @fandomstuffff @all-art-is-quite-useless @for-bebbanburg @mrs-brekker15 @the-abyss-gazed-back @timeknightt

@buckystarlight I mentioned writing this agessss ago lol 😅

dedicated to my wife and loml @aleksanderwh0r3 

. . .

Alina walked down the staircase, noticing two guards walking side-by-side behind her. she attempted to walk out the door, but was stopped by two other guards. 

a feminine voice came from her right. “Alina! there you are!” two girls wearing blue keftas came up to her, taking her arm on either side. one was tall, with hair tied up in neat braids, while the other was shorter than Alina, with a braid down her back.

“we’ve been looking for you!“ the second girl said, guiding her away from the guards. “we weren’t properly introduced earlier. I’m Marie, this is Nadia,“ she said, pointing to herself then the girl on Alina’s right, who was smiling at her. she liked them already, it would be nice to have friends here. 

“why are the guards keeping me inside,“ she asked, noticing that the guards were behind them again, their faces stoic and eyes blank.

“you’re supposed to be in training now... are you really a mapmaker?“ asked Nadia, looking at her quizzically.

“were you really attacked by Fjerdans?“ interjected Marie

“how many Fjerdans did you kill?“

“kill? I barely got a swing off at one,“ explained Alina, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“sounds like our timing is perfect.“

“welcome to the first part of your new daily schedule,” said Nadia, just as the trio entered a large courtyard. 

“combat training,” Marie and Nadia said in sync. Grisha wearing all different colour keftas stood in the yard, some just talking, some practising hand movements, and others fighting. eyes followed them as they walked.

Nadia and Marie brought her over to where a muscular Shu man was training people in blue and red keftas. alongside him was a slightly familiar woman in a black kefta, just like General Kirigan’s. her hair was tied back neatly, and her hands were clasped together behind her back. “who’s that?” she asked no one in particular

they didn’t even need to ask who she meant, all three of them staring at the beautiful woman in black, who at that moment laughed at something Botkin said. she clapped him lightly on the shoulder and the students with them looked on enviously. “that is Y/N Kirigan, isn’t she perfect?“ Nadia sighed, making Marie roll her eyes.

“Kirigan? she seems familiar...“

“General Kirigan’s wife,“ Marie explained, poking Nadia to tell her to compose her dreamy expression. “only they wear black keftas. she participates in every aspect of Grisha training, but she’s closest to Botkin. apparently they’re old friends, though she looks younger than her age. there’s a portrait of her grandmother in the main hallway, they’re identical, that’s probably why you recognise her.“ 

"how old is she?"

"30s, I'm guessing, though it's hard to put an age on her, she’s gorgeous.” Alina agreed completely.

just as Alina was about to ask Marie another question, Botkin came walking over to the trio. Mrs. Kirigan followed behind. “Sun Summoner,” he called, “all of Ravka’s foes want to kill you before you can destroy the Fold. It’s a great honour to have so many enemies.”

“a very warm greeting,“ Alina remarked under her breath. 

“he’s always like this,“ replied Nadia.

“you must learn to defend yourself fast, do you know how to fight?“ 

“Botkin, she’s been here two minutes, let her breathe, hmm?“ a voice from behind him called. Alina blinked as Y/N walked past Botkin, lightly smacking his shoulder. her hips swayed as she walked, and Alina could swear she saw a Grisha boy’s jaw drop behind her.

“we don’t have time to dawdle,“ grunted Botkin, but his eyes were fond when he looked at her. behind them, the Grisha training weren’t trying to hide their glances either, some of awe, some of respect, some of lust, just like the boy, who had wisely closed his mouth.

“I’ve had some training,“ Alina said, not wanting to seem weak in front of the others.

“show me. pick an opponent,“ declared Botkin, and Y/N rolled her eyes at him, before shaking her head and walking to the side, back to her awaiting students.  

Alina had done a lot of stupid things in her life, but she liked to think that she had a good head on her shoulders. 

but punching Zoya right across the face, although satisfying, meant being thrown across the yard by her Squaller abilities, and then everything going black.

when she opened her eyes again she saw the two very worried faces of Nadia and Marie over her, asking if she was okay. 

“I can’t believe she did that,“ exclaimed Nadia

“she’s just jealous,“ said Marie, “can’t bear the idea of anyone else being favoured by General Kirigan.“

“favoured? but he’s married?“ Alina’s thoughts began to clear.

Marie rolled her eyes, “and she knows that, she’s his favourite student by far, but acts like she’s his wife instead of Y/N, it’s ridiculous”

“does she know? Y/N?“

“of course, though I doubt she cares. Y/N still trains Zoya, I actually think she's quite fond of Zoya, saints knows why“ 

“she’s so perfect,“ Nadia sighed dreamily

“Y/N or Zoya?“ 

“Y/N, she’s so cool... though I have a better chance with Zoya. I don’t know why she wastes her time pining over him... when she could be with me,“ Nadia said, just as Alina looked over her shoulder. Botkin was scolding Zoya, before sending her away, as she went she shot dirty looks at the three of them, before marching off, kicking dust behind her

“Alina! are you alright, darling?“ 

Alina turned to see Y/N walking briskly towards them, looking concerned.  Nadia’s eyes widened when she saw her, and she turned her head to avoid embarrassment. 

“oh, I’m fine, umm, Mrs-”

she was cut off by light laughter. “oh please darling, call me Y/N, or General if you insist on formality. but I don’t think that’s necessary. are you sure you’re alright? did you hit your head hard?”

saints, Alina could see why Nadia had such a big crush on you. you and General Kirigan were an attractive couple, a very attractive couple.

“I fell on the straw so I’m alright, I swear... Y/N“

she smiled again, and Nadia made an almost inaudible choking sound. “either way, you should get checked out. I’m sure Nadia and Marie will take you, they’re good girls”

even Marie was blushing a bit, but stayed composed. “we will, thank you General Kirigan”

“please Marie, call me Y/N, and I’ll see you later on, especially you Alina,“ with another smile she was gone, black kefta sweeping around her legs, hips swaying slightly. 

“see what I mean? perfect“ Nadia sighed, and the two girls, though they didn’t say anything, agreed completely

. . . 

dinner was held in the most beautiful room Alina had ever seen. when she told Marie this, she laughed. “if you think this is beautiful, you should see the ballroom.” she could feel eyes on her the second she entered the room, eyes that flickered over her face, eyes specifically, and her kefta. Nadia and Marie took no notice of their stares, sitting on either side of her, acting like shields to the prying gazes.

a gold plate was set in front of her, and Marie gasped excitedly. “it’s to celebrate your victory with the king!” just as Alina lifted her fork the doors swung open again.

Y/N laughed as she and Fedyor walked in arm-in-arm, as all eyes left Alina and made their way to her. her hair was loose from the tight up-do it was in earlier, and her kefta wasn’t buttoned up to the top anymore, instead revealing more of her neck, and her collarbone. Fedyor took his seat beside Ivan, and to Alina’s surprise, Y/N walked over to where they were sitting.

“how was your first day with Baghra, Alina?“

a sharp jab in the ribs from Marie shook her out of her stupor. “it was... a good start.”

“meaning she was cranky and hit you with that cane of hers?“ Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow. Alina didn’t even reply before she started again, “don’t worry about it love, I’ve known her since I was a child, and she’s cranky with me as well. anyways, I’ll allow you to eat your dinner. I see that you’ve been given a bit of special treatment by that husband of mine.”

from anyone else the words would have been patronizing, or mocking, but the sincerity and good humour in her eyes made Alina feel at ease. “just this once, I’d rather eat what everyone else eats”

“enjoy it love, you’ve earned it“

“is it true that you eat our food too?“ Nadia blurted, looking like she instantly regretted her words. “I mean... General Kirigan doesn’t eat with us, but you do, and I was just- uhh- nevermind “

“Nadia,“ Marie hissed, but Y/N just smiled. “it’s alright Marie, and yes Nadia, I have always preferred eating what my friends and students eat. I think that dinner is the best time of the day to be together as a family, no?”

Nadia just nodded rapidly, unable to recover quickly from her name being used. Y/N straightened her back, and brushed hair out of her face, “I’ll leave you too it then, talk later girls,” and she was gone, taking an empty seat beside Fedyor, who grinned upon seeing her, and immediately involved her in some argument with Ivan. 

beside Alina, Nadia put her head in her hands and Marie sighed deeply, as the three of them watched Y/N laugh at Ivan’s stoic expression

. . .

General Kirigan had Alina meet him early the next morning. “the training yard won’t be busy this time of day, come.” he walked quickly, and Alina struggled to catch up with him. the sun had just risen and golden sunlight poured into the Little Palace, filling every crevice with light. 

he was right, upon entering the yard, only one person was there already.

Y/N grinned when she saw them, and stopped what she was doing to come over and greet them. Alina hung back, so General Kirigan could embrace his wife, but instead you pushed right past him, bringing Alina herself into a hug.

her arms were snug around Alina’s shoulders, and Alina found herself greatly enjoying the warmth. Y/N smelled like fresh linen, a flowery scent, and there was a vague scent of a masculine cologne, one she recognised from the General himself. it was Heaven.

“good morning Alina, how did you sleep? I know it’s early, but I prefer training alone, I hope that’s alright?“ Y/N spoke very fast, still holding Alina’s shoulders. Alina just nodded before Y/N turned again, back to where she was. 

“my wife, though she has abilities, enjoys physical fighting as well. most Grisha rely solely on their gifts, but Y/N thought it best to show you both ways,” General Kirigan explained, as Y/N took position, flashing them a smile before starting

though she had no opponent, and was basically fighting thin air, she moved with such elegance and precision that it was hard for Alina to take her eyes off her. Y/N was like a blur, reaching what seemed to Alina to be impossible speeds and agility. 

Kirigan watched her fondly, adoration and worship clear in his eyes. “she’s incredible,” he murmured

“everyone who meets her agrees“ Alina replied, remembering the fond glances from Ivan and Botkin, two of the most serious men that Alina had ever met.

“she’s spent years forming connections, she believes that a life without friends is a life failed. they really do adore her“

when Y/N finished the training, not a hair nor her clothes were out of place, her smile wide as he came over to them again, looping her arms around Kirigan’s waist and kissing his cheek.

“well, what do you think love? fancy some extra classes?“ she asked Alina, and Alina gulped, as she watched Y/N’s chest rise and fall quickly due to exertion.

“will Botkin mind?“

“Botkin will be happy with whatever decision I make, so?“ she looked so hopeful and Alina’s heart leaped

“I’d love to!“

Nadia was going to lose her shit

The Reaper's Keeper Masterlist

 Ao3 and Wattpad

Summary: Life in the lab is all you know. Raised to be your creator's perfect weapon. What will happen when a group of superheroes accidentally rescued you? What will you do with this newly found freedom you never had before? Will you actually live up to your title until the very end?

Chapter Index:

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10

Forgotten

Billy Hargrove

Part ½

Billy Hargrove x Wheeler!reader

Description: In search of his fiery step-sister, Billy Hargrove visits the Wheeler house, finding someone he didn’t know he was looking for. (In many people’s opinion, the way the Billy at the Wheeler’s house SHOULD HAVE gone)

Word Count: 1,596

She was dancing around her bedroom wearing only her underwear, Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics blasting from the record player on her desk. The doorbell rang from downstairs, but sounded faint beneath the song. Cindy made no effort to go and answer, figuring whoever was there would leave within a couple of minutes. However, she was proved wrong, as the doorbell rang through the house repeatedly. Being the only person within the Wheeler household, Cindy knew she had to go and answer it. It continued to sound repeatedly as she ran down the stairs, scrambling to pull a large T-shirt over her head at the same time. The sound drilled through her brain and so she cursed her parents for abandoning her in favour of some lame dinner party, along with Mike and Nancy for leaving her behind too. She had returned that day, after being away for another five years, and yet it seemed not a single member of her supposed family wanted anything to do with her. The ringing ceased when she unlocked and swung open the front door, revealing a tall, handsome boy with his shirt only half buttoned up. He was smiling before she even opened it.

“Oh—hi.”

“Hey.”

“I-uh- I didn’t realise Nancy had a sister?”

“Half sister, actually.” It was true—Cindy was the result of an affair and in no way related to Nancy and Mike’s goofy motherfucker of a father.

“Ah, that makes sense.” He nodded, still grinning.

“Uh-I’m sorry, and you are?” She asked him, raising one eyebrow curiously.

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He shook her hand with clear intent, placing both of his large hands around hers. Her breathing stopped momentarily due to the simple gesture.

“I’m Cindy Jenkins.” She smiled.

“Jenkins?” He questioned, his hands still firmly enclosing her’s.

“As I said—half sister.” He nodded, understanding the situation a little better.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Cindy retracted her hand. “Anyway…sorry to disappoint you, Billy, but Nancy isn’t here.” She said, shrugging slightly. As her shoulders raised slightly, Cindy’s large T-shirt rose up her thighs and Billy noticed that she was, in fact, only wearing a large T-shirt.

“Nancy?” He questioned, causing her to be moderately confused.

“Yeah—I’m assuming that’s who you’re here to see?” Cindy had scanned him up and down multiple times and concluded that he must be wanting to take Nancy out or something. Why else would he be there—looking all sexy and shit?

He chuckled slightly and shook his head, “Oh, no, no no. Not my type..uh-

No, actually I’m looking for my little sister Max. Goes by Maxine?”

Cindy shook her head slightly and frowned, wondering why he had come to her house to look for a girl that she didn’t know existed.

“She’s been missing all day and, uh, to be honest with you, I’m worried sick, you know, so…”

“Oh?” She said, raising one eyebrow.

“I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs Sinclair said your house is the…the designated hangout, so you know…” She was getting the vibe from Billy that every word he said was bullshit, but the way he was looking at her made it hard to concentrate on the words he was saying.

“Here I am.” He pressed one hand against the doorframe and leant closer to her.

“Well, Billy, I’m afraid I’m home alone, so I can’t help you with that.” Cindy looked up at him through her long, dark eyelashes and he breathed in deeply. “However, how about you come in and I’ll call my mom and see if she knows where Mike is? I’m assuming your sister will be with him.” Cindy moved aside to allow Billy to enter the house, and he did so with a large grin on his face.

“So why don’t I know you?” He asked, his large boots colliding with the wooden floorboards to produce echoing footsteps through the otherwise silent house.

“They sent me to boarding school a very long time ago. But I’m back now.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why’d they send you there? Bad behaviour?” He smirked again and the question sent shivers down her spine. He had found a chair to sit on that was close to the phone.

“No, they just wanted to get rid of me.” She said, picking up the piece of paper that her mother had left for her. “I learnt the bad behaviour while I was there.” Cindy gave him a smirk, which he returned with a mischievous grin.

She read the number on the piece of paper and entered it into the yellow phone on the wall. Billy waited to hear a couple of rings and then said: “Maybe you could show me some time.” His voice was low and made the skin on her arms feel cold and vulnerable, spreading goose pimples across it. She was given no time to reply to him, as a woman’s voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Hello, Colton household.” Linda Colton, friend of Cindy’s mother had said.

“I-uh-hi, this is Cindy. I think my moms at your house, I need to speak to her.” Billy smirked, as she stuttered slightly, blatantly flustered by his sexually indicative comment.

“Oh, Cindy Wheeler?” Linda had questioned, Billy chuckled, as Cindy rolled her eyes.

“Jenk-, yeah, Cindy Wheeler.” She sighed.

“Hold on a moment while I get her, Cindy.”

She could hear a faint yell from the other line and then within several seconds her mother had the phone.

“Cindy? Are you okay?” Her mother sounded slightly concerned.

“Yes, mom, I’m fine.” Billy chuckled at her clear irritation. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you know where Mike is?”

Karen Wheeler frowned, “He should be at Joyce Byer’s house, why what’s wrong?”

“Who the fuck is Joyce Byers?” Billy laughed again.

“Language, Cindy!” Karen was speaking so loud that Cindy had to bring the phone away from her ear. “Joyce is Will’s mother, who is one of your brother’s best friends. Can you please tell me why you need to know?”

“Where is this house?”

“It’s in the middle of nowhere—just off Grant.”

“Mom I’ve been here for six hours, how do you imagine I would know where Grant is?”

“I think I might know where it is.” Billy interrupted.

Cindy pressed the phone to her chest, “The house?”

He shook his head, “No, Grant.” She nodded and put the yellow phone back to her ear.

“Cindy? Who is that with you? You still haven’t told me why you need to find Mike!”

“If you were to reach Grant, would it be easy to find the house?” Cindy avoided all questions again.

“I suppose—you just follow the road by Bennie’s—but it’s dark and, you don’t even have a car! You still haven’t answered any of my questions, Cindy!”

“Thanks, bye!” Cindy replied, putting the phone back into its holder.

Karen was not surprised by her behaviour, yet was mildly offended. She returned to the dinner party to bitch about her eldest daughter.

Billy looked at Cindy, smiling with anticipation.

“Wait there.” She said, before running up the stairs and into her room. Billy explored the photographs that were littered around every room of the house. He noticed that there was no recognisable pictures of Cindy, though there was plenty of Mrs Wheeler, who looked very similar. The both of them were hot, there was no denying that. Cindy was definitely the hottest sister and he figured that it, since it otherwise would be genetically impossible, she was a year older than himself and Nancy—another plus. It also seemed like she had a completely opposite personality, adding to the list of her perfections. He was thankful to have discovered her first, as it seemed that she knew nothing at all about anyone in Hawkins.

Cindy ran back down the stairs, tucking her grey Def Leppard T-shirt into a pair of black jeans that she had slipped on since he last saw her. She held a leather jacket under her arm and rushed to pick up some black lace up boots from beside the door.

“What are you doing?” He asked, returning to the doorway.

“I’m coming with you.” Cindy said, applying some chapstick and checking her hair in the mirror in the lounge.

“You are?” He looked at her and smirked.

“Absolutely,” had it been 1994, Billy may had likened her to Harley Quinn of DC comics with the way that she turned to him in that moment. “My family want to pretend I don’t exist? I’ll make sure that all they ever think about is me from now on.”

He nodded and smirked, opening the door and then allowing her to walk through before he followed. She locked it and then they made their way to Billy’s car together.

——

A/N: Part 2 out soon, feedback appreciated :)

Credits to the gif owner x

If you have a problem at any time, it’s not my problem I will not answer

Yelena: Do you sleep with your silent mode on or off?

Natasha: On.

Y/n: You really don’t give a fuck about anyone’s life, huh?

Natasha: Alright, look. If you have a problem after midnight, it’s between you and god.

Why am I left hanging????!!!!! I want more

If you were alive again… (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Part 1

Request: Any chance I could request something for Tom Riddle x Ghost! Reader? It starts off with Tom manipulating her for info and the Reader just liking being noticed, but then Tom falls for her and tries to find a way to bring them together. Could end in fluff or smut, whichever works best for you!

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Hogwarts’ astronomy tower was engulfed in the beautiful silver streams of light provided by a rich full moon, which hung high up in the night sky - pitch black, lightened up by countless glimmering stars.

A sole silhouette of a girl, no older than sixteen, could be found sitting on the railing, gazing into the seemingly never ending darkness. A crisp cold wind blew by, but she - or shall one say - You couldn’t be bothered. You couldn’t feel it - for you were dead.

A mere shadow of what you once have been, a young and talented student who has walked along the many corridors of this very school a long time ago. Once you have been a proud member of house Slytherin, younger sister of the famous Gellert Grindelwald - the very same who transported you into the unloving hell of the living dead for the sake of power, although you always supported him in everything he did.

He was an ungreatful, despicable, pathetic bastard, taking for granted what laid right in front of his eyes. And when he finally rose to power he lost sight of the things dearest to him - fighting his very best partner Dumbledore and killing you in a fit of rage.

Merlin forsake these Deathly Hallows, which brought out the worst in all wizards and witches who tried to conquer them.

Footsteps sounded behind, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who visited at this hour.

Tom was his name, a handsome boy dare you say, quite charming and intelligent. He has been visiting you for a few weeks now, engaging you in deep conversations about anything. More than often you talked about your brother, realizing soon that this boy resembled him in more ways than one. Tom himself had ambitions about making magical beings the superior race, killing all those unworthy of using witchcraft. And as you did with your brother, you also shared his oppinion.

“Good evening, Lady Grindelwald”, Tom said, now standing by your side, hands behind his back.

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Wow just wow.

I could've finished at least some of my countless WIPs, but no, this new idea popped into my head...

The good plot twists aren't the ones that are wild left turns out of nowhere, they're the ones that make all the other little things that didn't quite add up before suddenly click

i for one think that editors/gifmakers should get free 1080p+ versions of media directly from the source without fear of copyright conseuqences bc we do free labor to advertise and keep buzz around shows. do you know how many times i’ve seen tags that are like oh maybe i’ll watch bc of this on my gifs or times i’ve watched something that was not on my radar at all, that i didn’t even know about, because of a gifset? the amount of times a fanvideo has convinced me or my friends to watch something? or to consider an aspect of the show i didn’t before and reignite interest in it and thus continue to talk about it?