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Jesper and Inej when Kaz won't tell them the whole plan

Kaz after the plan he pulled out his a$$ half way through a heist works

Ur writing is too good for this world

Admist the Storm with the Darkling please?

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The Darkling was pacing by beside you, he was torn between staying with you and going up on the deck to look for the creature that he was hunting for you.

He knows you are running out of time, the poison draining your power and with it your life. You were losing the very thing that was your allure to him in the first place and it scared you to think about what if you would live but couldn't be his match anymore. He has gone so far to save you but the storm seemingly followed the sea monster and the closer you've got the more dangerous it became.

"Aleksander." It was a weak attempt to gain his attention, your voice so frail and dejected it shouldn't even be audible through the crashing waves and pouring rain.

He heard you though, your dark lover, your very own monster. He snapped in your direction, abruptly stopping and that angry demeanour would have intimidated anyone else.

"No!" he scolded you harshly as he moved to sit down by your side. "Don't even think about it."

Despite his tone, he was gentle with you when he pulled you closer, practically making you sit in his lap with your back to his front and your head resting against him.

Taking your hand in his, he does what he has been doing for the last few days, acting as an amplifier for you, keeping you anchored to this world.

"The ship will not survive the storm." You've heard you already lost more than one crew member and the ship took plenty of damage.

"We will." Came the defiant answer.

With two simple words, he managed to make you give up trying to convince him. It was a statement that held so many meanings.

He wanted to let you know that he will not allow you to leave him so there is no use to argue otherwise. It was also telling you that he would sacrifice anyone on this ship before he would let anything happen to you. And even then, even if the ship crashes he will make sure you'll live.

It should have scared you. This intensity of attachment, this uncaring attitude towards anyone else, the darkness in him. And maybe it did, in the beginning, but not anymore.

"Always so stubborn." You reach up to caress his cheek and he rewards you with a faint smile that almost reaches his eyes.

Aleksander bends down at an awkward angle and rests his forehead on yours, returning the affectionate touches.

"You promised me forever." He murmurs against your lips before giving you a feather-light kiss.

He can be soft for you and you'd like to think you could change him for the better but you also have no illusions about how being with him changed you. Forever is a long time to figure out the rest of your issues, as infinite as that sound, it is also full of uncertainty but you are not afraid, not with him by your side.

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As someone who’s first language was spanish and then moved to America (I lived in Puerto Rico) and I had to learn English it was hard and sometimes I still struggle but look at me now 3 years later. My English is nearly perfect. Learning was hard and anyone who learns how to earns my respect.

So I used to have a Russian friend who had a pretty thick accent and like a lot of Russians tended to eschew articles. She would say things like “Get in car.” And stuff.

Well one day this asshole who had been kind of tagging along with us asks her why she talks like that because it makes her sound dumb and I still remember her response word for word.

“Me? Dumb? Maybe in America you have to say get in THE car because you are so stupid that people might just get in random car, but in Russia we don’t need to say that. We just fucking know because we are not stupid.”

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Happy birthday Ben Barnes.

Fun fact he has the same birthday as my 1 year old cousin

So happy birthday to you too Kyleigh.

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♡

Hell I would’ve chosen Zoya or Genya. Nikolai was a very valid option too

alina was wrong, the Darkling and Mal are annoying af I would have choose Genya

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.

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

Credits to the gif owner x