#Request ooo blah

[wanwoofwan]

Hey, dont worry. Nanasprite makes a delicious souffle for Terezi and Rosebot, okay?

(Is Nanasprite meant to be here? There IS two of her, so hard to keep track of them...)

I have like never ever drawn these designs before do naaaooootttt flame me Ok ❤️ I also don'tlike how I drew Nanna so It's under the cut 🫰

+++ Also closeup for RoseRezi cuz I kinda like how I drew em AND teh sketch 🐕

[invoncible]

Ooo, I'm in love with how you write stuff for the series

Could I have something with a viltrumite reader that acts kinda like Beerus from dbz? Like she's all ready to have the plan be set in place but once she has a bite of the earth's most favorite comfort foods. She's suddenly all up for Earth's freedom

Like she'll fight off Nolan to keep her favorite donut shop from being put to rubble cause she make delicious cute animal shaped donuts

I'm not sure who you write for so you can do it for whoever you like

NOLAN GRAYSON & viltrumite!reader

— first time writing for the big man also idk if you wanted it to be like a relationship thing but i kept it kinda neutral

— trying to get through all these requests bear with me 😭

dubbed the 'god of destruction' by your own people was an impressive achievement, considering the average viltrumite was a higher being with a need for slaughter. your reputation preceded you, making you the perfect candidate to oversee the occupation efforts on earth.

you were sent alongside nolan to take the planet in the name of the viltrum empire. your ship crashed on that beach, and within minutes, a monster started to attack.

"not gonna help?" nolan hummed under his breath playfully. as if he needed help.

you didn't bother to respond—couldn't care less about the kaiju, more interested in what made this planet a topic of interest to your people. you flew into the city behind the shores, ignoring the screams of surprise below you as you touched down onto the roads and toppled a few cars onto their side.

you stalked into a nearby sweet shop, opening the door with such force it fell off its hinges.

you scoffed. "just how weak are you people?" you muttered, tossing the door to the ground.

the entire shop froze, unknowing if you were a superhero they haven't heard of or the last thing they'd see before death. you walked up to the counter, intrigued by the aromas wafting from the kitchen in the back.

"you. what is this?" your eyes drifted down to the steaming, sweet smelling treats underneath the glass.

the attendant trembled behind the till. "uhm... donuts?"

"give me one."

you were promptly handed a little baggie with a cute pink design on it, two glazed warm donuts safely packed inside. you ate one in two bites and unlocked a new level of happiness.

"this is good." you nodded as if you were performing a professional assessment. "kind of worthy of your meaningless lives."

"huh—?"

"don't worry about it," you waved the attendant off and left the store, flying to where nolan just finished cleaning up that kaiju. "want one?"

nolan raised his eyebrow. "looks cheap."

"i got it for free." you shrugged, offering the baggie to him. "i don't want to get rid of this planet anymore."

nolan's eyes narrowed. "it's barely been an hour."

"okay. and?" you swiped your fingers in the bottom of the baggie, colleting the sugar icing and licking your fingers clean. "what are you going to do, fight me?"

if you were to go up against nolan in a full fight he might give you some trouble, but in the end... you'd win.

he sighed. "i bet everything you'll change your mind."

"yeah, okay." you rolled your eyes, crumpling the bag and tossing it away.

in the next instant, you both turned to the sound of a helicopter touching down on the sand. a tiny man with a red tie jumped out of it, walking through the carnage with a surprising amount of indifference.

"littering is a criminal offense," he said, eyes darting down to the paper buried in the sand. "could have you fined for that."

"who are you?" nolan's voice was booming, and you snickered beside him. he always did that thing where he made himself sound more intimidating when going up against an unknown enemy.

"cecil stedman." he introduced himself. "you guys don't look like you're from around here."

nolan droned on and on about the cover story you memorized, how viltrum sent you two on behalf of the world betterment committee, and blah blah blah.

"okay," you put a hand on nolan's shoulder and tugged him away from the tiny old man. "let's go explore. there's gotta be more stuff like this." for the first time in your life, you were actually ... looking forward to something?

"wait—!" cecil yelled out, but was blown away by two sonic booms. he grunted in frustration and quickly retreated to his helicopter. back at the GDA, he reviewed the footage of his meeting with the two new players on his field.

"heart rate is elevated." donald informed him.

"yeah, i don't believe it for a second. 'world betterment committee?'" he scoffed a laugh. "talk about fairytale."

"and the other one, sir?"

cecil quirked a little smile as he caught the moment where you picked the baggie off the sand and tossed it in a bin. "nah, i think that one's okay. just keep them entertained and fed, and i think we've got a serious ally on our side."

© invoncible

[st4rb3rries]

hiii love your writing ❤️ !! can I request hcs of the main 4’s music tastes? + maybe who’s likely to do things like make a playlist for someone?

SOUTH PARK'S MAIN 4 MUSIC TASTES ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

pairings; none!

summary; music taste hc's that i thought of

warnings; slight cussing, kanye west

a/n; HIII AND TYYY THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE HOPE U LIKE IT:3 i tried my best sorrry if this isn't accurate!!!

STAN MARSH

first off stan would most likely make a dedicated playlist for both of you guys!! i hc that he listens to current joys, radiohead, weezer, and the weeknd. maybe even some tv girl and childish gambino!! HE ALSO LISTENS TO ALSO SWEET TRIP!!! his music taste is a mix of sad indie and maybe r&b. he definitely listens to the weeknd when he's practicing his rizz. (just like me fr) you introduced him into childish gambino and the weeknd and bro was in another dimension. he hasn't stopped listening to them since. here's an idea of y'alls playlist ↴ (obviously there's more songs)

NOW PLAYING: CRYING WITH RIZZ PLAYLIST

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kids - current joys 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:29

me and your mama - childish gambino 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 6:19

i just threw up the love of my dreams - weezer 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:37

song about me - tv girl 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:03

how to disappear completely - radiohead 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 5:56

the hills - the weekend 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:03

acting - sweet trip 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 7:05

KYLE BROVFLOSKI

yes he would make a playlist for you. this time this playlist is songs that remind him of you. it's a secret playlist that no one knows but him. (he's totally not in love with you) kyle listens to steve lacy, the smiths, and the cure. ok maybe even some tyler the creator?? i totally feel like he vibes with tyler's flower boy album. he also listens to tame impala and pet shop boys for sure. basically stans music taste but in a different font. i guess this is called indie pop with a mix of 80s-90s music. his playlist for you ↴

NOW PLAYING: SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF Y/N :))

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uuuu - steve lacy 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 1:30

there is light that never goes out - the smiths 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:04

why can't i be you - the cure 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:14

awkward - tyler the creator 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

music to walk home by - tame impala 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 5:12

friday im in love- pet shop boys 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:34

KENNY MCORMICK

i think kenny listens to bimbo girly pop songs asf. like he's all man outside in but in the inside he has the mentality of a dumb bimbo $lut🤭. he definitely makes a playlist for the both of you. the playlist's name is called pu$$y poppin songs. like kenny be so fr 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. KENNY LISTENS TO 3OH!3 LIKE YESSSS BROO. he also listens to ayesha erotica and millionaires. HELPPP MAYBE EVEN AZEALIA BANKS😭. kenny also listens to yung gravy AND KESHA FOR SUREEEE ALSO ICP. your playlist that he made for y'all ↴

NOW PLAYING: PU$$Y POPPIN SONGS

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donttrustme - 3OH!3 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:12

big juicy - ayesha erotica 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:26

hey rich boy hey - millionaires 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:48

212 - azealia banks 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:25

oops! - yung gravy 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:20

blah blah blah - kesha, 3OH!3 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 2:52

in my room - insane clown posse 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:51

ERIC CARTMAN

CARTMAN LISTENS TO KANYE WEST. we all know why he listens to kanye west..... he secretly listens to pop music. like britany spears, lady gaga, and lowkey marina. ooo and also gwen stefani. he probaly also listens to eminem. also stop guys cause you know damn well he listens to 6ix9ine💀. bro does not make a playlist for you. you ask him to make one and he says, "no tf that's gay as shit." like ok buddy just say that you don't wanna share out your music taste. you beg him so many times and he still says no. he has his own playlist. only for him that's it. his own playlist ↴

NOW PLAYING: MY PLAYLIST IS BETTER THAN KYLES

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can't tell me nothing - kanye west 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:31

toxic - britany spears 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:18

poker face - lady gaga 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:57

ancient dreams in a modern land - marina 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:26

gwen stefani - rich girl 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:56

without me - eminem 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:50

trollz - 6ix9ine, nickii minaj 0:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:22

[tuskstudioart]

Monkie Talk- 1

Greetings!!

Kamma here :)

Today I shall rant/info dump on my LMK/JTTW OCS because i have nothing else to do,and also because you guys seem to like em!!

Okay,so. In case you haven't read the article from my previous posts,here a little context.

Pāramitā and Daiyu are basically the living embodiments of yin and yang (para being yang,Daiyu being yin) as well as the lifegivers to the Great Sage equal to heaven himself,sun wukong.

They were created as the progenitors of all monkeying,similar to the Phoenix. They fell in love,created flower fruit mountain so all their monkey kids can run around,and made the temple inside the waterfall that Wukong soon finds. More on that later.

Like I said, Once their family grows to titanic proportions, the gibbons wield their arcane knowledge to create an island home, therefore raising up Flower Fruit Mountain (or Huaguo shan) from the ocean. There, they construct the Water Curtain Cave from which they continue to plumb the depths of the Dao. Their exploration takes them to the heights of the mountain where heaven meets earth, using the corresponding yin (earth/female) and yang (heaven/male) energy to fuel their reenactment of the creation of the cosmos through sexual union. By PURE chance, these powerful, creative sexual energies are absorbed by a boulder atop the mountain. (Ooo foreshadowing).

Okay so,the pair loved to sing songs together,as mated gibbons do. Their songs were very powerful,and only got stronger and stronger overtime. So strong,in fact,that these furry creatures were able to crumble MOUNTAINS, shake SEAS, and even destroying a mountain pillar in the sky. They were one hell of a opera duo,basically. The devi Nuwa basically had to mend the heavens with the five glowing rocks or whatever-

As you would expect,this caused unease in heaven. Celestials were afraid of what were to go on if they allowed this happy married couple to stay,well,happy. So they did the only thing they could,brought the issue to the gibbons themselves.

Now they were NOT happy when they were basically told "yeahhhh,like,your love is a little TOO strong,my guy", but understood the direness of the situation. So,with heavy hearts, Daiyu and Pāramitā decided to part ways, with the promise given by the primordial devas that they'd be brought together again in the near future. They say their goodbyes, and isolate themselves to two separate,far away holy mountains,leaving Huaguo shan in need of a new leader...or a monkey king. Heheheeeh-

The two are much sought after by animal, human, devil, and deva to teach them the essence of the Dao. Both become the religious teachers of countless beings, from the lowliest creature to the purest deva in the highest heaven. Former students include the Tathagata Buddha and the immortal Subodhi.(Ironic,ain't it?)

So! The primordial devas are eventually superseded by deified humans after a great battle between the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. The August Jade Emperor (Yuhuang dadi, 玉皇大帝) and the rest of the heavenly retinue go about setting the cosmos into order. Unfortunately,This means the promise made by the primordial devas is lost to time.

Now,we ALLLL know the story of the monkey king (I'd hope), so I'm just gonna skip past that whole thing. The boulder gives birth to Wukong,Wukong becomes a menace,he gets thrown under a mountain,enters his un-menace arc, blah blah blah.

NOW. After the fixed period of time has elasped, kinda-sorta divorced couple Pāramitā and Daiyu request to leave their exile and finally see their other half again,after so long. The jade emperor,scared of the consequences,DENIES said request. Which, understandably,angers the couple. They've been LIED to! And so,they awaken their inner Wukong or whatever,and rebels against heaven. They WILL see each other again. One way or another.

all of the devas, spirits, and devils struggle to keep them apart. This is an impossible task given that the two are among the highest immortals. And so great battle ensues in which the pair uses their knowledge of the Dao to put the celestial army into disarray. ( More on their abilities and specific skills later).

The August Jade Emperor begs the Buddha to intervene like he had done for the rebelling Sun Wukong in the past. But considering that heaven went back on its word and the ape immortals are both friends and former teachers of the Enlightened One, the Tathagata sends their spiritual son, SUN WUKONG, to ask them to pacify their rage instead of using trickery to halt the onslaught. So,yeah. Wukong finds out he's got parents,and said parents find out they have a son. A very weird,but otherwise sweet moment.

all three travel by cloud to the Buddha’s abode on Vulture Peak (Lingjiu shan, 靈鷲山) to discuss the matter. The immortal lovers opine the great injustice done to them by the heavenly hierarchy. The Buddha knows their duet is part of their primordial animal nature and is the ultimate expression of their love, which reaches back to the very beginning of time. Unfortunately, he realizes that the power of their song could destroy the universe if allowed to take place. So,he compromises. the couple can remain as his permanent guests of the Buddha realm, where they can frolic with Wukong. This way the gibbons will be free to sing their melodious song without fear of negative effects. And when the end of the sixty-fourth Mahakalpa comes to a close, their song will serve the function of the wind element to bring about the dissolution of the universe to make way for the new one.

WHEW. that was..a lot. butttt, we're still not done!! We've discussed their story,now let's discuss another matter:

Fun facts!: Daiyu(Yin)

Let's start off with the mistress of mystique herself, Daiyu!!

-Daiyu is a master of illusions and trickery. You could think you're talking directly to her,and she could already be in another city,reading a book or something. Riddles are her guilty pleasure,she LOVES speaking in parables.

-she likes gems and rocks. Will go on a rant that lasts like four hours on the differences, where to find them,etc. Pāramitā loves listening to her talk.

-She loves to explore and see new things. Even if it's something small,she loves experiencing everything the world has to offer. Especially with a loved one.

-She CAN shapeshift, although it's not as well performed as her husband. There might be a few details off about her shifting (for example,when copying a person she might have a different eye color).

-her love language is biting. Dunno why,it just is. All her favorite things will at least have one bite mark. (Her husband has several,and shows them off proudly.) she also has VERY strong jaws and fangs.

Fun facts!: Pāramitā(Yang)

And now it's time for her mellowed-out husband, Pāramitā!!

-He hardly ever holds grudges. it's just not in his nature. He forgave the jade emperor pretty quickly after the whole "your-love-could-destroy-the-world" thing was resolved. His wife,on the other hand....

-Shspe. Shifting. MASTER. He could enlarge himself,shrink, turn into almost anything. Draw him a picture of a form you want him to take? It'll only take one glance,and he'll capture that form perfectly.

-he's also very stretchy. Elastic even. Think Luffy,from one piece.

-he's very knowledgeable, just not when it comes to emotions. Which kind of caused problems in the early stages of their relationship. Don't worry,he learned to. He's still learning,honestly.

-Whilst Daiyu likes to bite, Pāramitā likes to watch. He will spend hours staring at a bug just because he likes it's color. It may seem creepy, but he means no harm by it. He's js watching.

-His hair is very fluffy,almost cloud like, and it always flows,even when there's no wind. Daiyu loves grooming his fur because of this fact.

Alrighty! Well,that was a lot! I might do more of these later,but as of now,that's all I got!!

Bye bye,now!

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰

welcome to mrs clauses talk show! where you can ask her questions, request flashbacks or future memories, and ask for pictures of her life, the elves, her children, santa, etc. she’s been so excited to start her own show, feeling very appreciative of you guys sticking with her and being interested in her life that she wanted to share it with you all!

please be kind to her and her family! some stuff will be 18+, so please be cautious, do not copy, repost or translate my work. you are responsible for your own media consumption. !warning! some of this involves relations to tiny mythical men, santa claus, the grinch and possibly other characters in the future– if you do not like this kind of stuff, do not read.

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a special message from santa – thank you for being here, mrs claus has been wanting to do this for a while but was afraid you guys had grown tired of her. I would do anything to make her happy. I want to send my love and thanks for supporting us. I’ve put you all on the nice list. thank you again! love, santa ari xx oh… the elves want to say something too.

ransom – what? no, I don’t. but whatever. be kind, blah blah.

steve – don’t listen to him! he does appreciate you guys! you should see the little smile he gets when he’s mentioned! I want to thank you for helping keep us alive! I did have my doubts that you guys wouldn’t like us, but I’ve seen how amazing you all are and ahhh! I’m so happy. I love you all!! 

lee – ugh, what a suck-up. I don’t get why I’m here. Is this because I keep punching people? because I ain’t stopping, whatever. don’t ask for shit that’s too personal about me, or I will find you.

curtis – don’t listen to lee. dude is weak. ask for the most personal shit on him. it’d be so funny to see him fume. anyway, the boss is glaring at me, so. don’t be a dick. it’s only cute when we do it because we’re fun-sized.

frank – ooo, tinsel! oh hi! I love you. I love you. I love you! you guys are the best!

lloyd – pfft, this is stupid. I just want to fuck mrs claus again. she felt fantastic for a human. right, before the boss snaps my neck, have fun, I guess. 

jake – hi! hi! you should taste mrs claus! she’s so fucking tasty! oh, also, you guys are amazing, and I love you all so much! thank you for being here!

johnny – sup, ladies call me torch. do you happen to have any cute knickers I can steal? ow, lee just punched me:( well, I guess I have to say something else. ask us anything! we do love you!

[botherkupo]

what excellent boiled potatoes

This was written for the @miraculers-for-ukraine charity fundraiser to support Ukraine. You can find out more info, and who the other contributors are HERE.

@carpisuns requested marichat and pride and prejudice quotes. See how many you can spot hkjhjkk

ao3

Marinette prodded a potato on her plate as if it had personally offended her.  Soft music played in the background, intermingled with the little clinks of cutlery and other people’s conversations. No doubt they were having a jolly old time. The same could not be said for her.

She cast a glance at the man seated opposite her—thin-faced, wispy bearded, and wearing far too much cologne. It was like breathing in musk. Worse, every time he smiled, it felt like she’d been slapped in the face with smugness.

Ugh. Why did she agree to go on this blind date? Nadja had said that Alain was a nice guy, but a few minutes in his company had filled her with an intense desire to throw her plate, food included, at his face.

“What excellent boiled potatoes,” he said.

Her left eye twitched.

“This restaurant was recommended to me by my patroness, a truly refined woman of taste. ‘Alain’, she said, ‘you must—”

Marinette stood up abruptly. “I need to pee.”

She grabbed her handbag and marched away to the bathroom, locking herself in a cubicle. No more. She could not stand another second with that man. It was like being stuck with a patroness-fawning parrot that was as charismatic as a shrivelled piece of weed. There was no way she was going to survive the rest of the dinner courses.

She whipped out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she reached “Mr Meow Meow”.

-

Me:

SOS come now

 Mr Meow Meow:

be there in 3

-

She tucked her phone back inside her handbag and stood up with grim determination. Time to end this disastrous date.

oOo

Marinette tapped her fingers against her knee and shot sneaky glances out the window. Alain, bless his oblivious soul, monologued on and on with more dedication than a Shakespearian actor. No outside input needed. It was just “my patroness this”, and “my patroness that”, and a whole lot of other mind-numbing blah blah.

The restaurant doors opened. She perked up like a meercat on watch duty—and immediately scrunched her nose.

Chat Noir had come to her rescue, just as promised. But he was also wearing a woolly pink beanie (complete with pompom), a batman mask, an enormous puffer jacket zipped to the chin, sweat pants, and smiley face mittens. In short, he looked like he’d raided an op shop and thrown on whatever would cover his superhero suit.

He smiled and waved at her.

“I do believe that strange man is waving at us,” Alain said.

Chat Noir grabbed a chair from a nearby table and plonked himself next to Marinette, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Fancy seeing you here.” He kissed her cheek and added under his breath, “Sorry I’m a bit late.”

“What are you wearing?” she gritted out, quiet enough so only he would hear.

He leaned back and grinned at her, mischief dancing in his eyes. Ugh! She should have known better than to trust him. He always had to make a dramatic show out of everything.

“Excuse me,” Alain said, stiffening so much that his back was like a rigid ruler, “but who are you?”

Chat Noir waved his hand in a dismissive way. “Ignore me. I’m of next to importance, so it’s easily done.”

“I can’t ignore you when you’ve invited yourself to our table! Can’t you see we’re on a date?”

Chat Noir made a show of looking around, then held his hands up in appeasement (and revealed the stitched smiley faces on his palms.) “You are? Sorry about that, but since I’m here, I’m sure you won’t mind me joining you.”

Alain opened and closed his mouth several times, his cheeks blotching with pink. Marinette bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. Okay, maybe she had done well to ask for Chat Noir’s help.

“Let’s see,” Chat Noir said, picking up the drinks menu and scrolling down the list. “I think I’m feeling—”

“Stop that!” Alain snatched the menu off him. “Marinette, do you know this man?”

“He’s—”

“A very good friend,” Chat Noir said, and winked. “If you know what I mean.”

More pink blotches smeared their way across Alain’s cheeks. He glanced at the two of them, looking like a heckled bird puffing out its feathers. “Are you telling me that you two—that you’re—”

“Oh no, not like that,” Chat Noir said with a laugh. “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me.”

Marinette raised her chin. “Well, you’re the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

He placed his hand against his heart. “So, this is your opinion of me. I’m wounded, Marinette.”

She burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. Alain only found this more offensive.

“I understand you two are friends,” Alain said stiffly, “but, as I said, Marinette and I are on a date. This is not the time to—”

“Relax.” Chat Noir stretched out on his chair and linked his hands behind his head. “You can keep doing your date thing. I’ll just sit here and eat my food. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Marinette snorted. With that outfit, he was impossible to miss. Maybe that was the point, though. Alain kept hunching his shoulders and shooting glances around at the other customers, no doubt embarrassed to have a Batman-mask wearing guy seated at his table—especially a guy who looked as if he was about to go snowboarding rather than enjoy a five-course meal.

Alain rounded on Marinette. “Surely you’re not okay with this?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Chat Noir went into a loud coughing fit. And kept coughing.

And kept coughing.

“Would you be quiet!” Alain snapped.

“I do not cough for my own amusement, you know,” Chat Noir said. “The least you could do is pour me a drink.”

“He’s right,” she said, frowning at Alain. “It’s kind of rude of you to get angry at him just for coughing. It’s not like he can help it.”

“Rude? You’re calling me rude?” Alain stood up, his wispy beard fluttering with each huffy breath that he puffed. “I can’t believe this! I have never been treated with so much disrespect in my life.”

“Relax, dude—”

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Alain said shrilly. “And I am not your dude.”

Chat Noir raised his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I won’t call you dude.”

Alain’s chest swelled, making him look more and more like a ruffled bird. He picked up his bag and coat. “You’ll have to forgive me for ending our date early, Marinette.”

“You’re leaving already?” she asked innocently.

He cast a look of deep loathing at Chat Noir. “If this is the kind of company you keep, I do not believe we shall suit as much as I thought.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” She waved at him with a broad smile. “Have a good night, then.”

He blinked. He flushed. He turned on his heel and strode out of the restaurant, looking much like a dog skulking away with its tail between its leg. Perhaps he’d been hoping she would ask him to stay. As if. Never had she been so glad to see the back of someone.

Chat Noir grinned and held out his fist to her.

Her lips twitched to mirror his smile and she bumped his fist with hers. That was indeed a job well done.

“So,” he said, “now that we’ve succeeded in getting rid of your date, we might as well enjoy the rest of this meal. What dessert course did you order?”

“Oh no.” She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of his chair. “There’s no way I’m having a meal with pink pompom Batman.”

“What’s wrong with Batman?”

She ignored this comment and led him out of the restaurant. (Luckily, Alain had paid for their meal in advance, so she didn’t have to waste a euro on the disastrous dinner.) Chat Noir still wanted to have dessert—as payment for his good deed, he claimed—so they ended up buying a sundae to share and settled on one of his favourite rooftops. (He also removed the ridiculous disguise.)

“Aren’t you glad you have me as a friend?” Chat Noir said, sounding far too pleased with himself.

“I don’t know. You did call me only tolerable and that I was not handsome enough to tempt you.”

“Aw, I was just kidding. You know I think you’re pretty.”

There wasn’t an ounce of playfulness in his voice; he said it as if it were just a fact. The sky is blue. Marinette is pretty.

Heat bloomed on her cheeks and she ducked her head, shoving a spoon of ice cream into her mouth to help her regain her composure. “Anyway,” she said, hurrying to change the subject, “thanks for tonight. I knew if I just left with an excuse that he’d try to contact me again. Doubt he’ll want to now.”

Chat Noir laughed. “Probably not.”

Their spoons touched as they both went to scoop out the same chunk of chocolate, buried underneath raspberry ripple.

“You have it,” he said, pulling back his spoon. “I know that’s your favourite part.”

His smile was sweeter than the ice cream. Her heart stumbled into a faster beat.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

Was she falling for Chat Noir?  

[concentrated-mug-of-me]

okay im gonna try ur welcome. one ask. all from memory. if i fuck up i fuck up.

good morning heartsville this is tank comin at ya the voice of reason the voice of the season here at WLUV the student run radio station here at heartsville high the heart of america its 7 am on the dot and a perfect 68 degrees out there to start the school year off right. just a reminder folks heartsvilles annual community picnic is this weekend so guys grab ur guy and girls grab ur girl and head on down to lookout lake. and if u dont have anyone to grab sounds like youve got some extra love on ur hands and i know one magical matchmaker who just aint gonna let you get away with that. so go get em zanna this ones for you!!!!

when the alarm clock rings u know ive got to start to sing thinkin bout the joy the days gonna bring love is all around it just has to be found my job is making sure ig gegs spread around. i knew the day of my birth that i was put on this eartj to make sure no one suffers extra love so you can leave it to me its my responsibility to pass it on to someone without enough. i seek out the truth im a love sleuth im goin undercover for a lover who might not find another and im lookin for clues and they might point to you so come on gimme ur extra love. hey cindy! who do we got on the schedule today? steve buckman a quarterback i dont know him he must be new well im sure he is feelin a bit lonely ill see what i can do.

two by two just like noah had to do the only trick to love is finding who belongs with who so come on lets start the arks about to depart we gotaa pick up some extra love. (mornin mornin hi hi whatever have a good day) whos got wxtra love? i spy (call call me see ya later whatever) mornin officer klotsky! mornin zanna was your date w dr green a success ohh you bet hes the perfect guy for meee yeah i thought he might be my gratitude to you i cant express all in a days work! we walkes thru the park holding hands hntil dark such a guy i jever thought id meet yeah life is so sweet when extra love is complete so now im keepin the beat down on love street.

zanna karla hi roberta zanna hi (ahatever) whos got extra loce? not i because we got some hreat news uh huh you wont believe this uh uh tell em karla yeah! i forget what it is we’ll be govethee forever oh yeah our loves here to stay uh huh i cant believe we met only yesterday ! e just wantes to thank you fof makinv us fall in love zanna! u know karla i cant actyally make two people fall in love. i can merely favikitate! good morning everyone good morning principal cooper. now zanna i trust you wont be meddling in anyones affairs this year now will you? now principal cooper would i ever meddle in anyone elses affairs? yes you would. ur darn right i would!

two by two just like noah had to do the only trick to love is finding who belongs with who oh well i better go my friend is waiting and so ill see uou later later later later shes so great i know. (hi hi hihi bye bye bye whatever) whos got extra love? mike does! i dont but theres this new guy in town perhaps youve seen him around. mike has a crush on him i dont you do he does okay i do but let me make this clear zanna dont interfere oh please no please no please no pleas no PLEASE heres what im gonna do. (please no!) friday ill walk by and say hi next week we’ll start to speak and boah blah blah blah just be a man forget this stupid plan and quit the delay i dont wanna scare him awayyy no ur just a chicken ow chicken ow HEY NEW GUY wuit it oww. come on! good luck on ur chess match today mike!

excuse me olease but ut seems ive lost my way how bout a map ill explain another day hi im zanna im steve new quarterback of the team howd u know a little birdy told me oh i see what brings u to the midwest a mikitary request my two dads r five star generals in the army ooo im impressed. so we move place to place base to base unpack the suitcase try to make a few friends and then pack up and leave again wherever ive been ive never seemed to fit in. well never fear uts clear you fit in here! so keep up that chin. thanks for the encouragemnet ill see u in class!

oh excuse me. no no its my fault. hey hi zanna kate how are you wait i cant im running late. breakfast sure wnat som yeah what a pptatt would be great. thanks! let me uh uh find you pleae dont a girl no thanks im doing fine. it it wont will change will not ur world ive got no time ive got sats acts aps and gpas and college applications w all those tribulations to get to university then a medical degree so i just cant b distracted by loves triviality. no! yiu just havent met the right girl yet u can philosophize and rationalize but theyre just alibis loves all u need just take it from me okay u can set me up great! when im 33! ill get u yet.

hey zanna!! hey mr dj! wont you play this song for meee from the way that ur beamjn i see that ur schemin to turn somebodys dream to realityy you know me so well well its not hard to tell ur always happy making dreams come trhe its what i do! well in spite of ur list theres always one guy u miss i do who? you i know u got dreams too. no time my friend.

hi zanna. hi candi hi buck hey zanna. whats on the clipboard for today well the school board .. well as im sure you know the schoolboard is meeting with the ciry council to discuss whether or not the linrary should be allowed to carry a copy of hearher has one mommy and one daddy. in my opinion .. oh and if you can think of anyone we could sure use another guy for this years musical. come along buck. yes candi.

the schoop musical, huh? i think i have just the right guy! i seek out the truth im a love sleuth im going undercover for a lover who might not find another and im lookin for coues and they might point to you so come on gimme ur extra love. [i almost fucked up here] well u can cocer your tracks thats a fact jack but you aint gonna shake me to fake or make me take a break from chasin you can duck off the trail but im hot on your trail so come on gimme ur extra love now baby dont try to run from the love gun ive got the place surrounded and bounded the hounds r all around it you may be on the lam from the love caravan but u aint getting away w your love!

cause this is heartsville high where i dream of a love that will stay heartsville high where nothings ever gonna get in my way heartsville high where ive a feeling loves about to begin i hope that this time im gonna fit in. HEY you over there dont be shy come iver here i bet you got extra love what you hoarding it for? lifes got so much in store for someone w extra love. dont try to hide you cant keep it inside you migt as well give up ur extra love cause if u want love to stay you gotta give it away you gotta give up give up give up hive uo your ectra looooooove give up your extra love!

this took me over half an hour to type.

dee,,,,,,,other than the typos (and the whatevers) this is accurate as far as i can tell and how did that all fit in one ask i swear there was a character limit

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Hinawa and female member of company 8 who is a bit pig headed and stubborn until he decides to "punish" her 😏nsfw please!

Oh boy, anon... Thanks for your request!

NSFW 18+

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Ugh You sat back in your chair exhausted, burnt out by the work that was dumped on you this morning. But it wasn't all that bad. You did get to work with Hinawa, though he paid you no mind as he typed on the laptop in front of him.

Since joining the 8th, you had found yourself being drawn to the handsome, yet serious, face that watched over you the first few weeks you started. Those beautiful brown eyes behind his glasses captured your heart, making you fall for him every time he looked at you.

You two had kissed once as well; back at Christmas time. Both having too much to drink and, as cheesy as it sounds, under the mistletoe, you had locked lips. The next day was awkward between you and him but you talked it out, saying it was just the alcohol and the romantic atmosphere that made you two kiss. Nothing more than subtle, harmless flirting happened after that.

"Y/N..." Hinawa's voice pulled you out of your rest; it had been five minutes since you stopped working. "Get back to work."

"Ugh. But it's sooo boring!" You pouted, slouching in your chair a bit.

Hinawa never took his eyes off the screen, concentrated on his task. "You were given a job to do, now do it."

"Obi gave me a job to do."

Hinawa's eyes flicked to you for a second then back to the laptop. "I am also a rank higher than you. That gives me authority to give you orders as well."

"Ooo 'authority'." You mocked, holding your hands up to your eyes, imitating glasses. "I'm Hinawa, I take everything serious. Blah blah blah."

His hands stopped typing, hovering over the keyboard as he listened to you. He was growing increasingly frustrated, but not because he was getting upset with you by your mocking; it was actually turning him on.

You noticed his fingers twitch; looked like you were hitting a nerve. After a silent moment, you stood up and made your way to the door, looking to leave the office.

"Where are you going?" Hinawa asked. "Get back here and work."

"Nah." You grabbed the door handle and started to open the door, but it was slammed shut abruptly. Looking to your left, you noticed a muscled arm extended and a hand flat against the door.

Hinawa was behind you, his body pressed against yours slightly. Leaning forward, he growled in your ear, hot breath hitting your skin, making your stomach do flips and send shivers down your spine. "Are you disobeying your superior?"

Your breath hitched, heart racing as you felt how close he was. "Wh-What are you doing?" You hadn't been this close to him since you kissed months ago. It felt exciting.

"Answer the question." He moved forward, pinning you between him and the door. "Are you disobeying your superior?"

The tone in his voice was filled with lust. You could tell what was on his mind from the way he placed his hand on your mid section. Was this going to happen? Might as well roll with it. In honesty, it would be a great distraction from this boring paper work. Dropping your voice to match his lustful tone, you said "And if I am?"

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, giving you a single, small nip on your lobe. "Then you'll have to be punished." He spun you around fast, pressing you hard against the door with his body; kissing you with pent up want.

Locking the door, Hinawa pulled you towards the desk and bent you over it, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them and your panties down. He wasted no time in giving you a few slaps on your bottom, leaving red hand prints on your cheeks. "You're a bad girl; disrespecting my orders." Another slap. You squeaked with pleasure and pain.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down could be heard behind you. Looking behind you enough to see what was coming, you smirked and turned your gaze to Hinawa's intense eyes. "Spanking me wasn't enough punishment?" You taunted.

Hinawa balled a fist into your hair, pushing your head down flat against the desk and leaned over you. "You're in no position to talk back to me. I'll punish you until I see fit."

You moaned at his words, ready for anything he was going to do to you. He lifted your shirt up just above your breasts; they barely stayed in your bra as you were bent over.

Sliding his dominant hand down your side, he stopped between your legs and slipped his middle finger between your soaking wet folds, rubbing your sensitive flesh. "Ahh...mmmmm..." You panted. This was supposed to be punishment but he was making you feel so good.

"Hmm? That's not the sound I really want to hear." Hinawa pulled his hand away.

"No! Please keep doing that!"

Hinawa didn't listen to you. Instead, he grabbed your arms and pinned them together behind your back, holding them with one large hand. With his other hand, he guided his cock into your entrance with a hard thrust, making you scream. "That's what I want to hear." He set a fast and brutal pace, not giving you any mercy.

You didn't think that Hinawa was capable of such force. Sure, he looked like he could be that way, but you had always imagined that he was a softy in bed. Maybe he's capable of both? You wouldn't be opposed to find out if the moment was right. Your core tightened, an orgasm threatening to snap inside you.

Feeling his own release coming, Hinawa bucked faster into you, making you moan out the orgasm that peaked inside you. After your walls relaxed, he pulled out of you quickly and flipped you onto your back, pumping himself to ejaculate over your abdomin, making you a mess with his seed.

Once everything was calmed down, all that could be heard was gasps of air as you two tried to catch your breaths. Hinawa hovered over your mostly naked body, glasses fogging from the heat radiating of your faces. To your surprise, he leaned in closer and softly kissed your lips, brushing the hair gently away from your face. "Are you going to disobey me again?"

Grinning devilishly into his kisses, you giggled. "I don't know. I kind of liked the punishment I recieved. I may want more."

[moonlightsolo]

Live Aid 1985

request: She’s in the band (she plays the piano) and on live Aid, Freddie gets the crowd to sing Happy birthday! - @80s90steen

pairing: queen x female reader (platonic)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff, a lil bit of crying, stage fright, anxiety, overall lots of fun & proud moments!

a/n: ok so all the boys supporting their younger girl band member is the cutest thing ever. i kinda made roger her closest band member? although all the boys are close tbh. i hope you like it, i worked really hard on this lol. (maybe i’ll do a backstory pt. 2 to this? leave some feedback)

The muffled music on the loudspeaker in Wembley Stadium gives you goosebumps, you sit in the trailer with the boys relaxing as you try to get your nerves to calm down. You couldn’t get over how Live Aid is broadcasted to billions of viewers across the globe, it doesn’t feel real.

The laughs of conversation of your band mates made you smile as you focus on their conversation, “What are you going on about, Roger?” Your accented voice fills their ears, you reach over to slap Rog’s arm.

“Just makin’ fun of how you’re zoning out, love.” He playfully tells you, that’s obviously not what they were talking about, right? You just roll your eyes at his comment. Although, the peaceful sound of Brian strumming on his guitar makes you feel less anxious.

A knock that sounds on the door of the trailer makes everybody shut their mouths. Jim gets up from his seat to answer it and before he could speak, Brian peeks his head around the corner of the doorway. “Hello, Mary.” He says with a grin.

“Hello Brian. We’ve just come to wish you good luck.” Her soft voice speaks which makes Freddie perk up and waltz over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. Fred introduces Jim to Mary and David.

You can’t keep your hands still as your fingers absentmindedly ‘play’ the piano keys on your knees, almost like you’re practicing. Roger, being the closest one to you, notices and puts his hand on top of your fidgeting ones. “Calm down, we’ve done concerts before, right?” You just smile and agree. It didn’t really help much though.

Fred and you will be playing as a duo on the piano together for the opening song, Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s what you both always do. You notice Freddie usher Jim to go with Mary and David, leaving the band to themselves.

“What do we think of David?” Fred asks in thought as he leans back in his chair, you and Rog look at each other.

“Nice chap,” Brian says with a small smile as he nods, his curls bobbing along with it. “I think he’s gay,” Freddie says with a smirk. Roger chuckles in response. Everyone chats among themaldives, you join in on some conversations too.

“We’ll be on in about one minute.” The announcer tells the crowd, you can hear them all applaud out there.

Freddie looks over the band, “There’s no need to be nervous, loves. How many times have we done this? I cannot count on my fingers and toes.” He gives the band his famous grin.

He sends a reassuring nod your way when the door is knocked on once again; You just smile at him. Rog gets up as Fred leaves the trailer, taking his leather jacket off to hang to the crew member outside.

When you get up, you check yourself in the standalone mirror next to your seat. You’re wearing a fitted white v-notch neck tee that’s paired with high waisted denim cuffed jeans, layered gold necklaces, and white hightop chucks. “You look great, don’t worry.” Brian chuckles as he walks out after Rog and Deacy.

The crew members walking backstage all focus on the band, starstruck by the five of you. It felt nice to be back in this element. You watch as Fred jumps excitedly, pumping his fists back and forth in the air. John puts an arm around your shoulders as you all walk up the ramp, his own smile is big too. Everyone is so ecstatic.

“You ready, birthday girl?” He asks as you all near the white curtain, a man pulls it back for Queen to walk on the stage; Freddie being the first one out, not wasting any time.

The four of you lose your breath for a moment as you look over all the people, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” John pulls his arm off of you as he walks out to his bass guitar on stage, his hand coming up to wave. You take a deep breath and take a step onto the stage, the crowd screams as Queen begins to set up.

You wave with a big smile on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you look over the crowd and blow kisses to the— Your signature move.

Freddie begins to play some keys on the piano, the crowd dying down slightly as they listen. You slide next to him on the piano bench as he starts to play the main notes to the song. Your hands instinctively play the right notes. You press the keys, creating a beautiful melody as he starts to sing. The stadium roars, you can’t help but get emotional.

Your vocals join in with Freddie’s as you sing, “Mama... Oooo ooo oo,” into the mic with him. His free arm slings around your shoulders as you both double task to play the piano and sing. You smile and lean into him for the last part, “Cause nothing really matters...” You move your mouth towards the mic to sing, catching Freddie’s eyes. You can tell he is so happy.

-

After Bohemian Rhapsody, you move over to the keyboard to play it as Freddie sings and prances among the edge of the stage. Your body bounces with the beat as your fingers press on the keyboard to create sound.

You sing into your provided mic, “All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio gaga! All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio blah blah!” You sing into the mic as you watch the audience clap.

“Radio what’s new? Radio, someone still loves you...” Freddie sings as he walks up to the drums then back down in front of them. “Loooooves....!” He sticks his tongue out at the camera before continuing, “Yoooooou!” Freddie gets down on the stage floor, extending the mic stick next to his leg.

Your hands pull away from the keyboard when the rest of the instruments cut off, rocking on your heels excitedly your hands pump in the air. Your eyes look over the band, your family. You’ve all come so far from the little pubs in London.

Rog catches your eye as he nods his head towards Freddie. You watch as he walks to the edge of the stage. “Ayo!” His magnificent voice sings. The audience instantly mimicked him making goosebumps stand on your skin.

You looked over at Deacy with a proud smile, he has the same look on his face. Freddie continues having the audience echo him. It is surreal how the audience reacts to him, how he controls what they say. “Alright!” He finishes with a smile, reaching the mic over the stage towards the audience.

“Hey hey hey hey hey! Hammer to fall!” On that cue, Brian and John start to play the guitar part as Roger hits his drums. Your hands go to your keyboard to play again.

-

“Loveys! Before we leave, I have a special request for you all today...” He trails off as he glances back at you, his chest heaving from extertion. The crowd cheers in response. “Before we leave, I have to announce that one of our band members is celebrating a very, very special day. Not only is it Live Aid day but its... her birthday.” He emphasizes the words as he points at you. Your cheeks instantly redden, shaking your head as you grin from ear to ear.

Freddie walks over to the grand piano, his hand expertly plays the tune to the ‘happy birthday’ song without looking. You walk in front of the keyboard as the rest of your band members come to stand next to you. Rog puts his arm around your shoulders with Bri next to you and Deacy next to Bri.

“Sing it!!” He screams enthusiastically into the mic. The audience and the boys sing along with him, “Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, Miss Y/N Y/L/N...” His dark brown eyes trail to you, your own eyes obviously glistening with happy tears. “Happy birthday to you!” He presses some keys to finish the song before he comes running over to you.

He practically tackles you in a hug and almost lifts you up from the ground. Then the boys join in, you’re surrounded by them all; although it was definitely a very sweaty group hug. “I love you, boys!!!” You say so they could only hear.

“We love you too!” They said in unison before pulling away. You all walk confidently to the front of the stage to bow. Roger’s arm still around you as you both bow in unison. You raise your hand to blow a kiss to the crowd and wave. Roger walks with you off stage, his arm falling from your shoulder to go celebrate with the boys.

Your eyes search around for Freddie, seeing him talking to Bowie near the picnic tables. Your eyes light up as you jog over to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation but you did anyway.

As you gain speed, you pounce onto Fred’s back and wrap your legs around his waist. A big smooch landing onto his cheek, “You did amazing, darling.” A nickname you’ve grown accustomed to. “As did you, lovely.”

Freddie smiles at your response. “You’ve met before right?” Fred says sarcastically.

“God, Fred... You’re putting me under pressure with that question!” You let out a faux groan. Your smile widened when you saw the pun click in their heads.

Brian comes up behind you three, “Wow, Fred. I don’t get that kind of treatment.” He motions towards you with his hand. “I’m just special.” You stick your nose up in the air with a smug grin.

“Oh okay. Mhm.” Brian has a mischievous smile on his face. Before you could question him, his hands clutch your waist to pull you off of Freddie. Of course, you didn’t want to drag Mr. Mercury down with you so you let go of him.

“Ya twit!” You yelp, pushing him away. You grab the scrunchy off of your wrist to tie your hair on top of your head in a side pony. “You’re gonna get it, May.” You started to run after him like playing a game of tag.

“Even in their early thirties, they still act like damn children.” Freddie scoffs, crossing his arms as he proudly watches you tackle Brian successfully.

“Ha! Even with those long legs, I still caught up to you!” You exclaim loudly, people sitting and some walking around all turn to stare but you couldn’t care any less.

[something-tofightfor]

He’s Not Here - Part 14

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 4600

Rating: M. Mention of sex, language, knives... nothing too explicit, though. 

Parts 1-13 + the interludes can be found on my Masterlist (link in bio)!

Summary:  As Billy recovers from hs injury and the holidays get closer, what does it all mean for the two of you?

Tagging: If you want to be added or removed, let me know.

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Billy had stayed in the hospital for two days following admission just to be on the safe side, but when he’d been released, you’d been there to pick him up as requested. He had tried to pretend like he wasn’t in pain,  but you’d seen through it - the wincing and the holding of his side telltale signs that he was suffering a lot more than he’d let on. Billy hadn’t wanted to inconvenience you by staying in your apartment so you compromised for the first few days and stayed with him, wanting to be there when he needed you, even though he hadn’t asked and you’d had to offer. He’d thanked you profusely for the first week, sounding bitter every time the words left his mouth, and with very little prompting, you realized that Billy’s greatest fear was being considered weak. “It’s nothing.  Fuckin��� bullet isn’t even in there, I’m fine.” He was doing things on his own that you knew he shouldn’t have been, but you were thankful that he wasn’t trying to go back to work, wasn’t trying to work out… he was letting his body heal, and Billy healed fast.

Billy’s mood got worse each day that you denied him sex; not because you didn’t want him, but because you didn’t want to hurt him. Though the wound was healing on the outside, you were well aware of the fact that things likely were moving much more slowly on the inside. Three weeks after Billy was released, he was laying on your couch on his side, flipping idly through TV channels. “There’s nothing on.” He groaned, waiting for you to bring dinner to him, carrying the plates with ease. “I’m fuckin’ bored.” Billy sat up, running his hands through his hair - still short on the bottom and longer on top - and then over his face, where his beard had grown out. “C’mon, I’m fine.” He pulled you onto his lap as soon as you set the plates down on the table, a surprised gasp coming out of your mouth as you felt his hands moving against your skin beneath your sweater, his lips going to the skin of your neck and latching on. “It’s been weeks, don’t you want me?” He breathed the words against your neck and though you shuddered at the sound of them since it had been so long since you’d been with him, you knew you had to push him away again.

“Billy…” You sighed, hands moving up to his head and through his hair, pulling his face away from you. “Come on, don’t make this harder for me.” He shifted beneath you, mouth opening in a whine as you felt the telltale sign of his arousal.

“Hard for you? What about me?” You sighed, shaking your head. “Oh, come on!” He tightened his hold on you, his dark eyes locked on yours. “You’re gonna make me wait forever? I’m not a fuckin’ cripple.” Billy’s accent had gotten thicker as the days passed, his annoyance growing, and though you still had the idea in the back of your head that he would walk out, leaving you for someone that would give into his demands, Billy showed no signs of walking away, no signs of wanting anything  - or anyone - but you.

“Billy, we have less than a week. We agreed on a month.” You shook your head. “December 22 is the official date that I will feel comfort-”

“That’s another four days.” He raised one eyebrow, hand sliding up further beneath your sweater, fingers brushing against your lace-covered breast. “I’ve never had anyone push me away for as long as you, you know?” He was smirking, fingers stroking over your skin. He’s not going to win this one. “A month? We’re gonna waste a month?” I hurt you, and we’ll end up wasting a lot more than that.

“I made you wait two months before, and that was before we were even dating, Russo.” You leaned in, kissing him on the mouth and biting down on his lower lip, feeling him swipe his tongue against your mouth as you pulled away. “Four more days isn’t gonna kill you, and it’s going to give me some extra peace of mind that you’re not going to bleed all over the bed.” He sighed, pouting and slumping backwards against the back of the couch, hand moving back to your waist. “Plus, you can think of it as your early Christmas present… anything you want.” Billy’s eyes darkened in the glow of the TV and the lights from the Christmas tree you’d set up in the corner, brightly colored wrapped presents stacked beneath it. “It’ll be worth the wait, Russo. I promise you.” You kissed him once more, sliding off of his lap and onto the couch, curling  your legs beneath you as you ate. Four more days.

The time passed quickly, and on the morning of December 22 at 12:01 am, Billy climbed into bed with you - his heated, naked skin moving against yours. “You promised.” With a grin on your face, you nodded, pulling his face down to yours as you arched your back, pressing your body against his. “What’s this?” You grinned as he moved his hand against you, sliding it down over your abdomen. “Already naked?” With a nod, you raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue - and he did, wordlessly.

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Christmas Eve was spent with the Castles, the two of you joining the four of them for an early dinner followed by the opening of presents afterward. You and Billy had bought gifts for the family together, though you’d done the majority of the actual shopping while he was recovering. You’d gotten Frank and Maria a couples massage, and Billy had picked out an expensive bottle of bourbon for his friend, along with a signed copy of Maria’s favorite book for her; he’d gone to the signing in his time off from work, and even Frank had lit up at the sight of the weathered cover inscribed for the woman. Billy’s really good at gift giving. You weren’t surprised, because he was great with details, but at the same time, you knew how little he’d had to look forward to as a kid, how few people he’d had to buy things for… and so it was especially touching to see how he was with his closest friends. For the kids, each of them were given a gift card, and Frank Jr. got a new video game while Lisa squealed over her new purse.

Frank and Maria hadn’t gotten you any couples gifts, but they’d put some thought into what they chose for both you and Billy, and though you hadn’t known them for very long, they treated you like family, too. Billy’s eyes were shining, an easy smile on his face as he opened his gifts from them - a brand new watch  (one that Frank had known Billy had his eye on) and a jacket that you knew Maria had picked out - and the kids had made Uncle Billy a small basket filled with his favorite hair products, which he opened with the biggest grin you’d ever seen on his face. They were simple things, practical things, but you knew that they meant the world to Billy; it was apparent in the way that the easy smile stayed on his face the whole time you were opening presents. For you, Frank and Maria had opted for the practical route - a new pair of gloves, a recipe book filled with Maria’s handwritten cards and two new pillows - but again, everything was thought through, meant for you.

“You guys coming over for New Year’s?” Frank was leaning back on the couch, his arm curled around Maria’s shoulders, the other hand holding a beer. “Y’always do, Bill, and Maria’s parents are gonna take this kids this year.” Billy shrugged next to you, pulling you closer as the two of you sat on the loveseat.

“Probably not, Frankie.” Billy shrugged, taking a sip of his own beer. “Thought we’d spend this one together. Just the two of us.”It was the first time you’d even considered New Year’s Eve, and though you had figured you and Billy would be doing something, you hadn’t been sure. You also hadn’t known that he spent it with the Castles, but again, it didn’t surprise you. “I’ll let you know, though.” With a surprised look on his face, Frank looked between you and Billy but didn’t say a word, instead raising his beer and smirking, throwing a wink in your direction before he looked back over at Maria, who was grinning. Weird.

Just before eleven, you and Billy said your goodbyes and headed back to the city - Billy choosing to stay overnight at your place. After you both got ready for bed, Billy pulled you into his arms and sank down on the couch, pulling you down with him and kissing you tenderly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas.” It was only two words, but the way he said them shook you to your core, causing you to hold him more tightly for long seconds, the silence of your apartment surrounding you. “This is the first major holiday I’ve ever spent with a woman.” Billy sniffed and you shifted onto his lap, giving yourself the vantage point to look at him, watching the way that the twinkling lights from your tree danced across his face, bathing it in the bright colors and softening it even more than the expression he wore did. “You tell anyone I’m gonna say this and I might have to kill you.” He was joking - you could tell with the way he was smirking at you, but you knew that there was some truth to the threat - whatever he was going to say was a big deal.

“You got it, Lieutenant Russo.” You winked at him and he leaned down, kissing you again and moving his hand slowly up and down your arm.

“There’s absolutely nowhere else I want to be.” He took a breath. “Now, tonight, tomorrow… I wanna be here with you. I never felt this way about anyone before.” He paused. “It scares me.” He shook his head. “A lot.” I love you too, Russo. So much.

“That’s the best gift you could have given me, Billy.” You chose honesty with him, shrugging your shoulders and leaning in to press your lips against his cheek, pushing his hair away from his forehead. “I told you before, I just want you.” He nodded, looking back down at you and suddenly the serious tone was gone, replaced with his usual sarcasm.

“Oh, so I can take all your presents back then?” Pushing him gently away with a laugh, you shook your head. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned down, teeth grazing over your lip for a moment before he kissed you hard. “Let’s go to bed.” He cleared his throat, gazing down at you with a predatory look in his eyes. “You can demonstrate all the reasons why you’re on Santa’s naughty list this year.” His arm went beneath your knees and the other around your back, and Billy stood quickly, smoothly tossing you over his shoulder and smacking you on the ass once. Oh, he’s in for it now.

The next morning, you woke up before Billy, sneaking out of bed and back into the living room to start a pot of coffee. On your way, you paused long enough to grab your phone and pull on a pair of sweatpants and one of the hooded sweatshirts that were hanging over your desk chair, since you hadn’t bothered to get dressed when you and Billy had finished with each other at around 3 am. You were sore and spent, but you felt good, felt happy, felt satisfied, and it was all because of the man that was still soundly asleep in your bed, his long, toned body taking up much of the surface as he slept on his stomach.

Once the coffee was ready and you’d sent a few good morning/Merry Christmas texts to the Castles and your friends, you carried a mug for Billy back into your room, setting it down on the nightstand before sinking down gently onto the bed next to him. “Morning, Billy.” You leaned down, kissing his bare shoulder, lips making contact with the skin just beneath one of his surgical scars. As he stirred, your eyes traveled down his back, lingering on the fresh, still healing exit wound from the November incident. He was lucky, I don’t care how nonchalant he is about this, he was damn lucky. “Merry Christmas, Russo.” A grin spreading across his lips, Billy opened one eye and turned his head fully to face you, reaching up with his hand to touch the side of your face.

“Hey, you.” He shifted and rolled onto his side, the hand never leaving your face as his fingers tightened against your jaw. “Good mornin’.” You lowered your mouth to his, relishing the kiss - the way his lips moved against yours, the way he anticipated your actions, the way his other hand tightened against your hip as the kiss continued. He pulled away first, falling back onto the bed and staring up at you, his hand falling into your lap, the fingers finding yours and lacing with them. Every movement was natural - they all seemed practiced though it had only been a few months, and your heart ached again at the thought that you likely wouldn’t be spending the next Christmas together, since he’d be deployed. Don’t think about that. “You bring me coffee?” You tore your eyes away from Billy’s and looked over at the nightstand, nodding. “Good, I’m gonna need it after last night.” He sat up, leaning against your headboard and reached for the coffee, taking a long drink before he spoke again. “I’m exhausted… you wore me out.” He smirked at you, tongue cleaning off a few droplets of liquid from his lower lip. “That’s rare for me, you know?”

With a laugh, you stood, looking back over your shoulder at him. “Come on, Billy, these presents aren’t going to open themselves.” With a grin of your own, you settled onto the floor near the tree, legs crossed. After  a few minutes, Billy joined you, gracefully settling down after depositing his coffee mug onto the counter. He was dressed casually, and as you looked at him, his profile standing out against the tree and the windows behind him, you got a glimpse of the future - of waking up to Billy on every holiday, spending Christmases and Thanksgivings and Easters together, building a life with him right there next to you. Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s been five months.

But even as he leaned forward, reaching beneath the tree to begin passing out presents between the two of you, you knew that there was no stopping your thought process. You were in deep, in it with Billy Russo, and it was more than the five months of officially dating - it was the time before, the initial eight months of getting to know him casually, followed by the seven months of deployment. It was nearly two years of you falling in love with the man despite knowing better, and as he placed a small box in your hand, you knew that no matter what happened, you wouldn’t trade any of it. “Here, open this one.” Billy’s voice was filled with excitement, and you eagerly took the package - which was wrapped perfectly, all crisp edges and flat folds - sliding your finger beneath one of the paper edges.

He made you open all four of your presents before he would even think about touching his stack, and by the time you got to the final one - a large box, you were fighting to keep your breathing steady. Billy knew you, knew what you liked, what you wanted - even what you needed. He saw you, he listened to you, and he understood you in ways that you didn’t think  were possible. “Careful, Billy,” you joked as you bit your lip after setting your final present off to the side. “You’re this good at gift-giving, people will think you actually have a heart.” His laugh filled the room, and he shook his head.

“Don’t tell anyone.” Growing serious after a few moments, he looked at you, eyes widening and a small frown on his face. “Did… Did I do good? Are they … okay?” They’re perfect. You looked down, fingers moving your gifts so that you could look through them again, even though you’d just opened them. The small box had been a set of sparkling geode coasters that you’d had your eye on since the day you and Billy had been shopping before Thanksgiving. A slightly larger box had been a pair of slippers and a sleep mask, along with a set of blackout drapes for your bedroom. Those are for your benefit, too, Billy. He was always complaining about the light that seeped into your room, but now he wouldn’t have to anymore. The third box was a bottle of your favorite perfume - one that you’d been putting off buying for yourself because it had run out a few weeks after Billy had returned home and the expense wasn’t something you could justify. The fourth and final box was large and heavy, and Billy had leaned against the couch as you opened it, one arm resting on the cushions. It was a new knife set for your kitchen - complete with a mountable magnetic strip that would free up a ton of counter space - and a custom made cutting board, the varied colors of wood arranged artfully into a gorgeous pattern.

“Billy, everything is…” You shook your head. “Yeah, Billy. They’re perfect.” He sighed in relief, letting a breath out and you nodded again. “Seriously, Billy. This is... “ You shook your head again. “Thank you.” He grinned and you reached over, handing him his first present. “Start with this one.” You cleared your throat. “I went with more practical things, Billy… I wanted…”

“Shush, and let me open my Christmas presents.” He had his tongue between his lips, looking down at the gifts in front of him intently. “You used like half a roll of tape on each one.” With a laugh, you watched as he opened his first gift - a new pair of boots that were identical to the pair he often wore - with the difference being that the new pair actually had tread on the bottom and a pair of non-frayed laces. He looked up, winking at you before he moved on to the second gift - a new iPod, since his was old and only had a small amount of storage. “Why do I have the feeling that if I turn this on, there’s already gonna be a ton of music on here?” He tapped on the box, shaking his head.

“You know me too well, Billy.” Shrugging your shoulders, you didn’t say anything else as he reached for his third gift - a long, thin box - and you saw his eyes light up. I should have wrapped that in something else. He knows what it is. When he had torn the paper off and opened the box, Billy looked up at you with a look in his eyes that you weren’t prepared for. “I thought…”

“A blade?” He licked his lips, wrinkling his nose and groaning softly. “It’s gorgeous.” He picked it up off of the cushion that it rested on, wrapping his fingers around the handle and turning it in his hand as if he was checking the weight of the double edged blade - which was illegal in New York City, but had been shipped to you with no problem. When he spoke next, his eyes were locked on the shining metal and his voice was low, almost a purr. “It’s perfect.” Billy brought the blade up to his eyes, scrutinizing the edges before gently running a finger against one. “I love it.” Your heart seized as you heard him say two of the three words you were waiting for, but then as his  eyes moved away from the weapon and locked back on you, it began beating again - the look in them a combination of arousal and honesty and appreciation. Goddamn, Russo. “Thank you.”

“The last two aren’t…” His eyes widened and Billy looked down at the ground, realizing that he still had presents to open.

“There’s more?” You nodded and he made quick work of the large flat box, which contained two thermal sweaters with slightly different textures that you’d been dying to see him in since you saw them in the store, knowing that the way his long arms and torso filled them out would be absolutely delicious. “Red and green… how festive.” Billy was laughing, but you watched as he ran his fingers over the soft material, appreciating the way it felt in his hands. “Ok, last one.” This is the one I’m nervous about. “It’s heavy!” He laughed as he peeled the paper back, fingers working to open the simple, dark colored box contained within. “What?” He took a breath and looked up at you, surprise in his eyes. “What’s this?” You paused before you spoke, reaching out to touch what Billy held in his hands - an etched glass block with the Anvil logo inside of it. “Anvil?”

You nodded, scooting closer to Billy and tapping on the glass with a fingertip. “It’s a reminder of what you’re working toward.” You paused. “A reminder that I believe in you.” Always. “Something to keep you motivated while you figure out how you’re gonna get that company.” A reminder of me. “Don’t give up on that, Billy. Don’t you dare.” He was silent for a few moments, staring down at his hands, and then he set the block down carefully atop a pile of the wrapping paper that was scattered around the two of you, taking a deep breath. Your heart was pounding as Billy stood, reaching out to you with one hand. Without pause, you reached up to take it, letting him pull you to your feet and into his chest, his hand dropping yours as both of them moved to the sides of your face, holding you in place as he lowered his mouth to yours.

“Thank you.” His voice was hoarse, the words quiet. “This is the best… the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He sighed, kissing you again, no urgency in his action, your hands going up to his forearms, fingers wrapping around the muscles there. “You’re… the best…” He trailed off, leaning his forehead against yours, hair falling forward and against your skin.  “I…” He stopped, took another deep breath and continued. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, feel the slight trembling of his hands. “I wasn’t expecting any of this.” He was speaking quietly, and you could tell that he was second guessing his words. “I thought you’d… God, I don’t even know what I expected, you know?” You were swaying back and forth slightly in place, Billy’s thumbs stroking over your cheeks as his breath hit your face. “Fuck.” He swore, shaking his head slightly, and you tightened your grip on him.

“Me either, Billy.” With a sigh, you turned your head and leaned it against his chest, feeling his chin resting on your hair. “Guess we know each other pretty well, huh?” He laughed and agreed, falling silent as you stood in your living room together. You’d had great Christmases before - plenty of them, spent with family and friends and a warmth that you thought couldn’t ever be rivaled, but none had been like this. None of those past holidays compared to the way you felt with Billy’s arms around you in your quiet apartment, the way your body reacted to him whispering into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. He’s here. He’s with me. This is mine.

When Billy pulled away from you, he gestured down to the paper and ribbon on the floor, one eyebrow raised. “As much as I want to say “fuck it” and leave this here until later, I think we should clean up.” You nodded, swallowing hard. “We’ll clean up and then I’ll install the magnetic strip, and…” He trailed off, looking into your kitchen. “You can play with your new knives.” Oh, Billy.

“You gonna play with yours?” Stepping away from him to get a trash bag, you heard Billy inhale sharply from behind you, but he didn’t move until you were back in the living room, crouching down to stuff the torn paper into the bag you carried. “Well?” Billy dropped to his knees next to you, wordlessly grabbing at the paper and crumpling it up.

“I thought I had a knife kink.” His voice was low, words laced with double meaning. “I think I might have overlooked yours, though.” You didn’t say anything, reaching for more of the trash, and then Billy’s hand closed around your wrist, squeezing. “Or maybe yours is because of mine, hmm?” Finally looking up at him, you met his eyes, knowing full well that they gave you away. He’d been buried in you for what had seemed like hours the previous night, andyet you ached for him again based only on a few words and the memories of what he could do - and had done - previously with you in bed with a blade. “You trust me with your body with something I’ve never held before?” Without hesitation, you nodded, eyes never leaving his and his next breath left him in a hiss.

“With my life, Billy.” You swallowed, licking your lips and reaching for him with the hand he wasn’t holding on to, your fingers raking through his hair. “Always.” He surged forward, kissing you with a ferocity that you were unprepared for, mostly teeth and tongue, and you were breathless when he pulled away, eyes almost black.

“Spend New Year’s Eve with me.” The words were rushed. “Please. I want to start my year with you.” You nodded, whispering the word ‘yes’ to him, and even as you spoke, Billy’s eyes widened, almost as if he thought you’d tell him no, that after what you’d just shared, you wouldn’t want to spend the night with him. Is he crazy? Is that really what he thinks… “Thank you.” Billy leaned in and kissed you again - slower and more controlled this time, his tongue delving into your mouth and moving against yours, lips soft and warm. He broke the kiss, teeth closing around your lower lip and tugging it backwards as he inhaled through his nose. “The kitchen can wait.” You nodded again, closing your eyes, only opening them again when you heard rustling near the floor.

Billy had reached down with one hand, opening the box that his new knife was in, fingers curling around the handle again. “Don’t tease me, Billy.” Your voice didn’t sound like yours, and you had a brief thought about the fact that it was Christmas and you were most certainly not going to be doing anything with Billy that could be considered good behavior, but you didn’t care. Your eyes followed his movement as he lifted the knife, rising to his feet, the cold steel hanging inches from your face. Without thought, you reached up, fingertips making contact with it as you brought your eyes up to meet Billy’s, which were trained on your face.

“Stand up.” It wasn’t a request, and you complied immediately, breath getting caught in your throat. “This what you want?” Billy raised the knife back into your field of vision and you nodded, watching as he twisted it back and forth slowly. “Good.” He sniffed again, leaning in, his lips right next to your ear. “Good girl.”

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Bakugou//Todoroki-With an S/O who is fluent in Spanish!

Hello friends, first writing on this account, hope you enjoy.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Oh boy, he makes you teach him every curse word you know in Spanish. That is because, once you slammed a door on your finger making you yell out, “Puta Madre, pinche puerta!”

You were fluent in Japanese, English, and Spanish, you helped him study even though he says he understands everything.

“Okay okay, I fucking got it, me gusta killing Deku”, cue the face palming.

“Pinche pendejo.”

“What’d you say?”

“Fucking idiot.”

He did end up learning some, so he often talk to you in the small amount of Spanish he knows to confuse the rest of 1A.

He also finds it extremely attractive when you talk in Spanish. No, you don’t say weird shit and make him think it was something cute.

“Buenos días amor.”

He’s not the type to blush but, he loves when you call him lovey dovey things in Spanish.

When he met your parents, he rehearsed everything you taught him in the car while sweating like he just finished training.

“So, Hola, su casa está bonita, amo a su hija, la comida sabe muy bien.” blah blah blah.

You told him your parents didn’t know any other language to trick him. He bought it, he was embarrassed and a little upset that you fooled him.

“I hate you.”

“Y yo te amo a ti ermoso.”

Todoroki Shouto:

He overheard you talking on Skype with friends from your old place.

He came into the view of the camera seeing the people you were talking with.

“Y luego, esté way me sale con que- mira es el novio de Y/N, ooo Y/N.”

He waved at the camera.

“Who are they love, and what are they saying.”

He ended up talking with them more (through you translating) that night than you did.

“How come you didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish?”

“Didn’t think you’d care.”

Care. CARE.

This man loved hearing you talk Spanish and caught on to some of the words. He stayed up late studying the language just to be able to communicate more.

And to talk shit on his dad while they’re together.

When you met his dad and his family. The amount of crap you talked.

“Medio way este pendejo, no?”

“Es puro way y pendejo”, you wouldn’t translate no matter how many times Endeavor threatened to end you.

So, Todo became fluent.

But it did take some time.

He likes speaking it properly. Not like you. With your slang and mierda así.

You two jam out to Spanish songs all the time, usually the sad ones.

Porque todos tenemos un corazón roto.

He sometimes slips up and talks to other people in Spanish and not realize it.

He once did it to Kirishima and ended up almost frying the poor boy’s brain.

:D

If any of you want other characters added to this, happy to do it!

Don’t forget to Request, would be very appreciated:)

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Master Plan

Simm!Master x Reader

@yourxaveragexslythergit asked: Hello dear! Can I have 38, 41, and 45 with my fav simm!master please? Much appreciated love

Thanks for requesting lovely! While I never have written in the perspective of the Master before, I had quite a bit of fun exploring what I think his characterization may be within my writing world. I’m glad to have had the opportunity and see where I can grow with him from here! I hope you enjoy this, it’s mostly silly fluff. Pop by again! Happy Holidays! xoxo

Title: Master Plan

Word Count: 2,022

“No! Take me back now!” You shouted while attempting to keep a grip on the Tardis console. “Not a chance Y/N!” Was all you were able to make out as you were thrashed about into the time-space continuum. Your mind was racing and heart was pumping a mile a minute as you tried to grasp onto what was happening around you. It wasn’t your first trip in the Tardis, and it definitely wasn’t the rockiest. However, this was the first trip in the Tardis that you weren’t with the Doctor…

“Master! Take us back! We can’t just leave him!” You protested, creeping your way along the console to one of the main levers in an attempt to reverse your projection and get back to Earth. The Master beat you to the lever and put his hands over it, keeping it in place. You vainly attempted to pull it but it was no use, he wasn’t going to let go. “Ahhh!” You yelled out in frustration, “I could kill you right now Master!” “Ooo say it a little slower darling, I love hearing my name come from your lips with such vigor.” He proclaimed as he watched you try to budge his hands. “First off, it’s not our Tardis to take. Second, if you aren’t going to let me take us back, then where, or when are we going?” You pulled on his hand and arms as hard as you could, but there was no moving him. “First, what makes you think that I just took the Tardis without the Doctor’s permission? Second, it’s a surprise!” He countered, taking your forearms in his hands to move you away from the console as it continued to propel through space.

“You’re the Master, you don’t ask permission for anything. And last I checked, you were under the Doctor’s supervision, but now it’s up to me to bring you back. Who knows what you’re planning in that head of yours.” You uttered, snagging your arms out his hands. “Oh, Y/N, Y/N you think so little of me. I promise there are no tricks this time.” He avowed, using his hands to do a ‘cross my heart’ motion, but you weren’t buying it. This was the Master for goodness sake. The other Gallifreyan. The other Time Lord that the Doctor had known. The person who was always up to something, and the one who was usually two steps ahead. He was the yin to the Doctor’s yang. The epitome of what a nemesis or anti-hero would be. And he was…he was just…infuriatingly sexy. You shook your head in hopes to shake out the thoughts you were thinking of him before returning to the situation at hand.

“Look. Master, I don’t know what you’re planning or what you’re wanting to do but all I know is we need to get back to the Doctor. He is in charge of this Tardis and we need to go back. If you think that I won’t try to stop you, then you –“ “UUGHHH! Blah, blah, you’re gonna stop me come hell or high water blah blah, I won’t see it coming blah blah blah BLAH!” The Master hollered over you. “Look! Y/N! I know you might think I don’t have a nice bone in my body, but if you give me a chance I can promise you that you will see another side of me. If you give a chance.” You gave him a puzzled look, arms across your chest not sure how to feel about this spurt of somewhat kindness. He raised his eyebrows at you to press the question on you as you were trying to decipher what his true intentions may be. “I will give you a chance if you tell me why you took me and where we’re going.” You bargained, keeping your distance from him.

He gave you a smirk as his light brown eyes danced with excitement. “Well that’s easy, they’re both the same answer; I’m taking you out. On a date. With me.” You stood with mouth agape, stunned by his answer. “Something dysfunctional, something exciting! Just the way –“ “Just the way you like it?” You interrupted, trying to shake off the information you had just heard. “Hmmmm no! Actually, just the way you like it Y/N.” “I don’t know what –“ “Don’t go on to say that you don’t want to. I see the way you look at me when I’m doing something fascinating. You can’t take your eyes off me! This whole time if you really wanted to stop me you absolutely could have. You know this console just as much as the Doctor or I do, so why didn’t you? Because your intrigued, you’re delighted, you are thrilled to see a bit of recklessness. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you just might be in love with me.” The Master looked down at you, a smug smile spread across his face. Before you knew what you were doing, you viscerally slapped him sharply right across the face.

The Master’s hand quickly went up to rub the new stinging place on his cheek, exclaiming loudly at you as he turned back to face you. The Tardis had landed, but you hadn’t noticed with your mind racing and heart pumping hot blood through you. Not only were you struggling with keeping your cool and not killing the Master, you were also struggling internally with yourself. As much as you hated it, the Master had seen right through you…you did have some sort of feelings for him. However, you had been suppressing them for a while, and you weren’t about to go change your mind just because he calls you out and thinks he can take you on a kidnap date.

“How dare you! How dare you assume that I’d want anything to do with you in, in that way! I mean…no I, I can’t be in love with you! That isn’t how this works, this isn’t how our paths cross or our stories continue! I’m the Doctor’s friend, and I’ve been traveling with him, and just because you are on the Tardis to travel with us doesn’t mean whatsoever that I would ever, EVER be in love with-“ The Master shut you up by crashing his slightly chapped lips onto yours. Your eyes were wide open and filled with shock at his boldness, not sure what to do for a split second. You ended up pushing the Master back into the console before going up to him to whack him on the arm repeatedly. “Ow! Okay! Okay! Ow! Y/N, Y/N I’m sorry!” he hollered while covering his face and body. “You! Are! Infuriating!” You exclaimed with multiple emphasized smacks. “But you looovv---“ “Don’t say it!” You threatened, the Master chuckling as he leaned against the console. Your cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second, and it wasn’t just because you were angry…you were slightly embarrassed.

“So, so what Master? What is your plan then? Get me to fall in love with you on a date?” You questioned crossing your arms across your chest. He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a wink that made your stomach flutter. “If that’ll do it then yeah sure.” You scoffed at his response as you began to pace the metal floor. “This can’t be…this has to be a, a joke! Master. Look, so yeah maybe I have grown accustomed to you being in my life, and maybe I find you to be more than you let on but that doesn’t mean we can just stop everything and blast into time and space for a date.” You articulated, the Master watching your every move while you attempted to work this out to be something way more complicated than it needed to be. And that’s why he found himself quietly laughing at the whole situation. “You are so good at complicating simple things Y/N. Instead of trying to put pieces of many different puzzles together, couldn’t you actually just see that this isn’t a scheming plan?” “What do you mean?” “Couldn’t this, what I’m doing just be me taking you on a surprise date to avoid the silly questions that you humans always like to dish out and maybe the Doctor actually knows about this?” You glared at the Master as he divulged so much to you.

You wanted to believe him more than anything. It would mean that your feelings for him and the connection you had wasn’t all just in your head. But this was the Master. “And why Master, would all of this be as simple as that?” “Because to put it simply Y/N; I have feelings for you! That’s it!” The Master admitted, giving you a large grin when you spun around and met his gaze. “You…you can’t..you don’t…I don’t…” “Come on now then spit it out.” He jested, but seeing that you were going to remain stammering or speechless, he continued instead. “I know I may be known as this evil, conniving, crazy alien man, but there’s more to me and you know that. You’ve said so yourself. You are the first human to give me the time of day to see past anything that may be wrong with me.” You had made your way to the bars of the Tardis and were leaning over it as you listened to him, again, stunned at what you were being told. The Master crept up behind you and placed his hands on either side of yours on the bar to lean in close to your ear. “Besides, I’m a Time Lord. I know all there is about companionship. You could be mine if you wanted…if this worked out.” He cooed before taking a couple steps back. You stared at the wall across from you, and you don’t know what pushed you to do it, but it felt like you needed to. A wave of confidence flew through you and before you or the Master could say another word, you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into your lips. Your kiss was hard, it was needy, and it was…reckless. Just like the Master had said. The Master had said everything you wanted to hear, but you had found yourself believing him. There was something different in his eyes and voice when he had explained it all. A sincerity and desire that he hadn’t dared shown to anyone before, maybe not even the Doctor….

When you broke away, you both searched one another’s faces for the answer on what to do next. You had surprised him, and for a quick moment you could see his walls come down as he processed what you had done. You couldn’t help but smile and start to laugh at the both of you. You both were so complicated and flawed, at times it felt to both of you that any chance of a somewhat normal relationship. Yet, here you both were about to try. “So, are we just going to stand here speechless or are we going to go on that said date spaceman?” You queried, biting your lip while giving him a smirk. The Master’s eyes burned with yearning fire and jumped at the first sign of opportunity to actually go through with what he had planned with you. “Absolutely! Come on now Y/N, there’s millions of universes and planets out there, I want to show you around.” “Lead the way Master.” You linked your arm in his before he opened the big wooden doors to let yourselves out. You looked at the Master one last time before both of you took one last breath and stepped out into the new world in front of you. In that moment you had taken the leap, you took the chance to try this with the Master, and he is going to try it with you. Arm in arm, and leaving a path of desired fire and excitement as you make your way through this crazy life. It was thrilling. It was new. It was reckless. It was a new life, with the Master.

[little-red-2404]

As You Wish (Cisco x Reader) Part One

Hello, everyone! I’m back and better, and writing again! A couple days ago, I got a request from the lovely @dontwishonme and I absolutely loved the idea! Originally the request was just going to be a one-shot, but it looks like it’s going to be longer than expected, so it’s going to have a few parts to it. It won’t be any longer than five parts, though, so stick around to see what happens to Cisco and the reader!

Request: Could I please request a Cisco X reader where the two of then are both in denial about their feelings for each other, so music Meister steps in, but instead of being trapped in a musical they end up in a fantasy adventure movie like the princess bride. And they have to follow the story and confess their feelings to escape? Thank you! <3    

Since this is a short fic including the Music Meister, I’m also adding music from Youtube to each of the chapters because it just makes sense lol and listening to music helps me write. Sooooooooo, here we go!

Part One

           “Cisco, we really didn’t have to do this tonight.” You assured him as he ushered you inside his apartment. The only source of light was the television which was on and ready for your guy’s weekly movie marathon. You had been best friends with Cisco ever since high school, and although your careers took you in a different path, you still kept in touch.

           Seeing as you were his best friend, you even helped out some with Team Flash- because, of course, you knew about Barry and the rest of the team. In the beginning, Cisco had tried his best to keep it a secret, seeing as though it was a dangerous profession; however, he was never good at keeping anything from you. Within a few weeks, you had figured it out on your own and waited patiently for Cisco to be comfortable enough to tell you himself. But, you were the first person he went to when he himself began to change. You had no idea how helpful you really were to him when he found out he was a metahuman and how much of a relief it was for him to know you still had his back, no matter what.

           But lately, Cisco has been very busy at work. You tried your best to be as useful as you could, but you had your own job and bills to pay as well, so it wasn’t easy to be there for him as much as you wanted to be. So, after a really tough week for Cisco and the team, you were surprised when he called you to make sure you were coming over to watch movies with him.

           “Uh, yeah, we had to do this tonight!” He gasped, frantically trying to pick up trash and dirty clothes from the floor and hide them in random spots like under the couch or in the closet as if you weren’t watching. You did your best not to giggle at this. “We have a movie marathon every Thursday! Why wouldn’t we do it this Thursday?”

           You shrugged your arms out of your jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair before taking a seat on his couch. You sunk far into the cushions and continued to watch him tidy up before you answered. It was almost too easy to see that he was missing the usual spring in his step and instead, replaced it with a more sluggish walk as though he was dragging his feet across the floor. His shoulders were slumped and although you could tell he did his best to comb his hair, it still had that natural bed-head look to it.

           You frowned, “You’re tired. I really shouldn’t have come. You need your rest.”

           He quickly whirled to face you, holding his hands up as if begging you not to move from the couch. “I’m okay! Really! We’re watching movies tonight!” He furrowed his eyebrows and his bottom lip jutted out in a small pout, “You’re not allowed to leave. Not until we’ve watched at least one movie.”

           The smile tugging at the corners of your mouth was impossible to contain. You would never say it out loud, but when he got grumpy-tired like this, you always found it kind of adorable and no matter what, you’d always cave into his request.

           “Fine.” You patted the seat next to you. “But will you please quit trying to clean up? You’re bad at it. And you know my place isn’t much better.”

           He paused, thinking about it as he held a sock in one of his hands. Finally, he nodded in agreement before tossing the sock over his shoulder and joined you on the couch.

           “So, which movie first?” You asked as he melted deep into the fabric next to you.

           “You pick.” He mumbled, starring at the blank screen. “Least I can do is let you pick… Considering I haven’t really spoken to you all week.”

           Your heart pinched you slightly as you took in his words. You had texted him a few times this week and usually never got a response until about one in the morning. As much as this disappointed you, seeing as you couldn’t see your favorite dork, you never thought of holding it over his head. You understood he was busy saving the world, what could possibly be more important than that?

           You shook your head, standing up from the couch. “Shush, none of that tonight. Pick a movie, I’ll make the popcorn.”

           You walked around the couch, straight into the kitchen and reaching on top of the fridge to grab the box of popcorn he had up there. You felt a little more giddy and excited to see it was “Movie-Theater-Popcorn” because the extra butter was a guilty pleasure of yours.

As you popped the popcorn (pun intended) into the microwave, you felt yourself slipping a little from reality as you usually did when you thought about Cisco. You envisioned that this movie night would be different from the rest; maybe, just maybe one of you would finally confess your feelings for one another. As much as you had been leading up to it the past couple of weeks, you were shy and couldn’t help but hope that if he felt the same way- hopefully he did- then he’d beat you to the punchline and make the first move.

He’d wrap his arm around your frame and let you snuggle into his side like he usually does during a movie, except this time he’d pull you so close, you’d look up at him to give him a questioning look. He’d just smile down at you with that soft grin of his and when he blinks, you’d be close enough to see how this eyelashes brush against his cheeks. Then, he’d take you by surprise and move some of the hair out of your face and you’d hold your breath because feeling his touch always sent a tickling, warm feeling into your chest. You’d blush and he’d smile more, and he’d say something along the lines of “I love you” or maybe something with a little less emotion since you guys aren’t dating… And then you’d both lean in, you’d feel his warm breath brush against your lips and the tips of your nose would touch, and just as you think your heart is about to explode with anticipation, you guys k--.

The microwave dings to remind you where you really were; standing in the middle of his kitchen, leaning against the counter and drooling over your best friend who had no idea how you felt. Rubbing the color out of your face with the palm of your hands, you turned back around to remove the bag from the microwave and put its contents into a large bowl before heading back to the couch where Cisco had just inserted a film.

You grinned once more when you saw the case on the coffee table in front of you guys. “The Princess Bride?” You giggled as he gave you a cheeky smile before taking a handful of popcorn. “Good choice.”

“Thwank ooo.” He responded with his mouth full of buttery popcorn, causing a little louder laugh to escape you.

Halfway into the movie, you were curled up at his side like usual, enjoying the warmth radiating from the arm he wraps around you and the chest you had rested your head on. You were so engulfed in the passionate kiss that Wesley was sharing with Buttercup that you weren’t expecting the tug Cisco gave on your waist, pulling you so close, you were almost sitting in his lap. It had happened so fast, you couldn’t help but gasp and you could almost hear your heart thudding in your chest.

Was this it? Was he really going to do what you had just imagined a few minutes ago?

Taking a deep breath to steady your excited heart, you risked glancing up at your best friend. You were expecting to be disappointed at the sight before you, but your heart melted almost as soon as you realized what you were looking at.

Cisco had fallen asleep holding you, head tilted back, laying against the couch and his free arm hanging loosely off the side. You couldn’t help but watch him a little longer than what was acceptable for “just friends.” His soft snore caused his nostrils to flare up every time he exhaled and his mouth was slightly open. You wanted to comment on how he might swallow bugs if he didn’t close it, but you also didn’t want to disrupt this peaceful moment.

It ended for you when something in your pocket vibrated. You quickly pulled out your phone to see a message lit up on your screen. It was from Caitlin and it read:

Are you going to tell him tonight?

Although you had never admitted your feelings to anyone, nor would you ever do such a crazy thing, the team already assumed such emotions between the two of you. Caitlin was the one to swear up and down that Cisco felt the same way, and that if you didn’t do anything about it, you might regret it, and blah blah blah.

Sighing, you set the phone down on the cushion beside you, deciding that it’d be best to just not respond, before tapping Cisco’s shoulder lightly. “Hey, Cisco? Cis?”

“Hmm?” He stirred a little before opening his eyes and blinking a few times. “Huh?”

“Come on. You’re falling asleep. I’ll help you to your room.”

He was surprisingly easy to convince when half asleep and just simple nodded his head and rubbed one of his eyes as he stood up. You took his arm and slowly led him to his room, supervising his movements as he plopped down onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Still smiling although the disappointment still hung in the atmosphere, you tucked him in with the four blankets he had at the foot of his bed.

When he turned back around to face you, he frowned. “I’m sorry movie night was ruined, Y/N.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you shook your head, giving him a soft smile. “You’re just exhausted. Get some rest, okay?”

“Are you leaving?” You checked the clock on his nightstand to see it was almost two in the morning. His eyes were already closed and he was trying to stifle a yawn as he mumbled, “It’s late. And dark. You shouldn’t drive.”

You just giggled before saying, “Goodnight, Cisco.”

“Goodnight.”

You watched and waited until his face relaxed once more and the tension in his shoulders disappeared as he fell back into a peaceful slumber. Once he was set, you headed to the couch to pick up your jacket before you noticed the movie was still on. Wesley was helping Buttercup through a dangerous forest, completely grabbing your attention.

Aw, what the hell. You thought to yourself as you sat back down on the couch. The movie wasn’t over yet, so perhaps you’d stay until it was over.

As you watched the movie, you tried not to think about the sleeping man in the room next door. You tried not to think about the warmth he gave when he held you, or the way his hand felt around your waist, or how peaceful he looked when his eyes were closed.

And you definitely didn’t try to think about how tonight didn’t go the way you hoped, just like every movie night. Because you were his best friend and that was more than enough.

Wasn’t it?

[havcolyte]

RWBY Vol6Ep3 Info Dump? Theories? Lore? World Building? Eh, Read yourselves

So spoilers if you haven’t watched it. On my like 3rd viewing, and looking for various World of Remnants to Build off on. Things that I wanna get out of the way first. (All speculation and have NOT been officially confirmed)(Also I like theory Crafting, may do more if I feel like it)(I'm covering quite a bit of topic. I'll List them in the Tags or something) +++++++++++++++++++++

OZMA'S FIRST REINCARNATION AND MAIDENS Ozma’s first reincarnation is the Old Wizard story from one of the WoR about Maidens- O.Wizard and the first Reincarnation looks the same- I’m paraphrasing but, Ozpin mentioned that their Souls are combined when convincing Oscar. For me that means that for them to be one in the same, it makes sense for Personalities and their Mindset to be somewhat similar. Since I figure if you put a madman like Tyrian(Just pulling an extreme example of what a madman is like) and Ozma's nature...they would not mix well and would clash. Like all the time. So I'm going with the assumption that Souls, mindset etc needs to be of somewhat similar tones.

- Why I think the first Reincarnation is the Old Wizard. They started that short-intro with him an almost broken man. Keep in mind that before that, Ozma had a, disagreement is putting it lightly, with his Lover and Mother of his Children, Salem. That disagreement brought about a fight between them that resulted in the Death of Ozma. Off-screen death's imply that the Children also died. So we remember a man who has lost everything. It'll be a wonder if he didn't find somewhat of similar tones. So Ozma's soul would reincarnate of someone who has lost everything or is weebit mentally drained.

- So Maiden's WoR story. I'm pulling out of Harry Potter Head canon that Magical users have an extended (not immortal) lifespans since Albus was like past a 100 Years, and that's without the Sorcerer's Stone that Nicholas Flamel has (which made a cameo in Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindlewald btw. Uhh Spoilers? Sorry.). Anyway, Story was that O.Wizard was staying in that hut in isolation for centuries. I mean heck if someone lost their children, wife, kingdom and lose all purpose, and you'd stay alone too for awhile. O.Wizard became bitter and didn't care for a lot. Now go watch the WoRemnant about maidens, Okay, back? Sweet. 

- So I'm one of the peeps who believe that Ozma's and Salem's kids actually died during their battle. Dark, I know. But eh, Collateral happens regardless. They just happen to pay the price due to proximity. Anyway, So O.Wizard bitter, alone. Gets his purpose build back up by these 4 Sisters. I'm fully going to say random citizens of the world. Who happen to want to help people. O.Wizard gets reminded of his purpose by the God of Light, gets motivation from the Sisters, and figures, If such Kind Souls can exist, maybe they humanity does have a chance. Gifts his powers to the 4 Sisters/Maidens. (and some voodoo that when they die their powers goes to the one they thinking about) (Which btw still exploitable by 'bad' people, like what if you get killed by an enemy and starts cursing their name as you die...Rant for another time. Anyway.)

- So running on the theory that Magic helps extend life, s'why O.Wizard lived so long. O.Wizard now has a 'regular', by Remnant standards at least, lifespan. Second and Third reincarnation of Ozma is seen him still trying to, uhh walk straight? I'm putting that as, He realized that reincarnation is or has become a common thing when he dies. He realizes that its a Curse, as he Ozpin put it. It settles down in his head that, he WILL be reincarnated, he WILL have to Unite Humanity to be Judged? (wtf is Ozma's purpose. Help Salem, Unite Humanity, Bring the Gods back to Judge them? Damn you God of Light, what you want. and dammit Ozma, Can you at least Listen before saying Yes?! Pyrrha Nikos Parallel when she accepted Ozpin's idea waay back in season 2)... Uhh Anyway, so he gets kinda down on his dumps starts drinking and whateves before finding the strength in him to get back into his mission. This is his Third Reincarnation as seen in the episode.

- Total theory with NO current evidence to support. So I figure during his second or third reincarnation Ozma met people wielding the powers he granted the Sisters/Maidens. I wanna say that lifted his spirits and kept him going. +++++++++++++++++++++ SILVER EYES STUFF

- So anyone notices his Third Reincarnation, the one with his Wife and Kids, That his Kids have SILVER EYES?! Right, so back to speculating. I'm going by each Reincarnation that Ozma retains whatever magic he has left that he didn't give to the Maidens. If we go by the World during the time of the Two Brother Gods, Everyone can wield Magic. It was gifted to them. But I'm gonna doubt that they continued to Gift every single Generation of people. No, I'm thinking they gifted a group or the first generation of people. They had kids, and so on and the Line of Magic continued to pass on. (Pureblood Harry Potter stuff comes to mind too. THE BLOODLINE!? Anyway.)

- So Ozma's Third Reincarnation had a family and, I'm going by visual indications, that his Kids inherited 'something'. We've never really seen what Silver Eyes could do. Other than Ruby freezing Dragon Grimm..or burning's Cinder's Left side and arm out....Eh it does something only those who have that trait can do. And apparently Salem's group, Hazel specifically, mention that they have been dealt with before. (IT'S SUMMER ROSE! The only other Silver Eyed person we've seen so far!) (Well Dead...But she exists!)

- So when Ozpin or Oscar mention meeting Ruby, their first response is 'You have Silver Eyes' or something. For the former, I think it's Ozma just realizing that his bloodline still lives on. (The one that had magic at least) And for Oscar...Well, farmboy meets older cute older girl and notices her oh so Captivating Eyes. (Not really a shipper in this sense, just trying to figure out why he, on his circumstances would notice this trait)

- ..Yeah not much Silver Eyes stuff, just that it was a magic Bloodline trait that passes on abilities. Those with Silver Eyes would have the most concentration in their genetics/bloodline to use more abilities, and it shows more when their Eyes are Silver. (Totally getting a Shirou/EMIYA vibe from the Fate-Type/Moon Series when he uses his Magecraft. The more he uses it, the more the side effects turn his eyes the same shade of Silver.) (Also not getting into that, I could, but not here.) +++++++++++++++++++++

FAUNAS AND WHY THEY EXIST....AND THE WORLD OF REMNANT? - Okay right of the bat, I'm gonna say it. Salem did not get lonely and there are Animals around since she was the last of Humanity./shuddersWas watching RWBY Rewind and that creepy theory came up. (Never again.)

- That out of the way, So back to World of Remnant stuff. The Brother Gods, together created the First Civilization. (Not related to Assassin's Creed in any way) I'm going on the off-handed comment that the God of Darkness when he was assaulted by the army that Salem brought.  "My own Gift to them. Used against me."

- So creation isn't an exclusive ability. Since God of Dark brought Ozma back...and the whole back and forth of dying and not dying in front of Salem thing (Which if you've seen someone you love die, multiple times in the span of like minutes, I'm gonna be upset too)

- The Brother Gods were/are? at odds with each other during the First Civilization. One made stuff during the day. Then at night, the other just stomped it out. Very obvious but Dark God made Grimm. Light God made Humans.

- Then one day, blah blah blah, they decided on balance. To create something together. That is the First Civilization. One who which everyone could wield Magic. (See Silver Eye stuff above about magic bloodlines if you skipped to here. Why you would do that, I don't know. Anyway.)

- Life, Death, Balance. etc etc. And they Brother Gods lived on the world with the First Civilization. Respecting each other's domain and the Rules they set about the World.

- Kinda obvious that people would flock to the God of Light. I mean, hey. God of Darkness with Grimm spewing about doesn't exactly scream worship. or at least Safe worship. So people would flock and worship the God of Light.

- So when Salem came about and spoke about her plight with Ozma's death, he brought him back on her request.

- Ooo did God of Light get mad about balance and stuff. God of Dark was like, "Bro, This my first follower. Why you gotta diss in my home Bro." (I totally do not mean any offense, and I don't even know that accent. Just watched TV and stuff. And I also found that to be a hilarious exchange.)

- God of Light be like "Dude...She came to me first, Bro" Then "..Bro..Sorry man. Let me fix that" and then proceeds to destroy Ozma...again..In Front of Salem. (Yikes.)

-The Brother Gods are accepting that the Humanity they created,  the First Civilization is their best works together. A humanity that could wield Magic.

- Fast forward to Salem bringing the army together, facing the Gods. And lost. See quote about God of Dark gifting Magic.

- Also fast forward to God of Light Speaking to Ozma in that Between the Realms place. From here I believe that the God of Light recreated Humanity. With an addition of the Faunas. Yeah, that's it. That's how Faunas are made.

- Still here? Well. More Speculation then. Ozma was not reincarnated immediately. Nah. Given the time unknown time between Salem wandering around with Grimm and seeing Humanity tell tales about the 'Witch'. I believe that the God of Light recreated Humanity and the Faunas. After some time, he decided to bring back Ozma about the new task about judging Humanity again. Without the aid of the God of Darkness, Magic could not be spread as wide. (Oooo maybe God of Light blessed people with Silver eyes too?! That came to mind as I was typing this. Anyway.) +++++++++++++++++++++

AURA, SEMBLANCE & DUST - Soo...World of Remnant went all Super Smash or Thanos Snap. Whichever. See above about Faunas and Remnant. - So humanity is living in a world populated with Grimm as well. How they fight? Well no magic. Basic weapons...What else...

- Oh right. The destroyed bodies, the ashes of the First Civilization. You know, the one that could wield Magic. Oh what happened to them...They turned to...Dust...

- Dun Dun DUUUNNNN!

- Ahh all in good fun of World Building. That bit about Dust being people. Total Speculation....Tho it makes sense as a kind of Fossil Fuels tho....Oh what do you run on? Dead Dinosaurs from ages past. What about you. Oh you know, Dead people from the last Civilization. (Idea from RWBY Rewind about this particular snippet)

- Anyway, So Humanity had to survive. and all they had from the God of Light was just themselves...So they did good. They weaponize themselves. Aura is the manifestation of their Souls. Semblance is their expression of self. - Not much there actually. A lot of it y'll could read of the RWBY wiki I think. (I could expand but I won't for now) +++++++++++++++++++++

THE KING OF VALE AND THE RELICS - So...How did the King of Vale Unite the warring continents/faction. Oh by utterly annihilating them.

- Hmm how did one person do that? Could he have High Aura reserves like a certain Blonde Knight or a Broken Semblance that affects any and All weapons that can be magnetized.

- Oh i got it. How bout the Relic of Choice as a Crown and the Relic of Destruction as a weapon.

- Yikes.

- So Relic of Destruction is kind of self-explanatory. But Choice. My thoughts are that it can take away, influence or seize control of Freewill. Taking away their 'Choice'

-Sounds like a total Telepathic Control or something from DC or Marvel Comics.

- So the King of Vale got 'Crowned', hehehe. And his weapon of choice is one that can wipe out an army in a Swing. (I mean what else can it do. If we go by the Concept of Destruction, then it can do waay more things.)

- With the powers of the two Relics combined, the Academies of Remnant were made, blah blah blah, etc etc. Current RWBY World. +++++++++++++++++++++

Made this just to get all the theories in my head out. 

It's not even close to all the head canons, theories I'd come up with.

But I'll do it again, when motivation comes again.

[kpopcoffee-shop]

Can I request a Jin smut roleplay please and thank you? I would like it if jin and I have been married for about a month and while I’m cooking in the kitchen I’m swaying my hips and then blah blah blah, kitchen sex? My pronouns are she/her. ~🍦

ooo sounds fun☺️ sure! do you have a starter?

~🐨

[something-tofightfor]

He’s Not Here - Part 10

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 4700

Rating: M (light swearing)

Author’s Note: I don’t own Billy’s character. I’m just writing this for fun.

Parts 1-9 can be found on my Masterlist (link in bio)!

Feedback is welcome - Always. I’d love to know what you think! Sorry about the delayed posting of this chapter... it’s a little longer than usual to make up for it. The night in question (drunk Billy) can be read about in the NSFW Alphabet’s “bonus” section (at the bottom). 

Summary:  You meet the Castles, Billy makes a revelation, and you remember something that acted as a catalyst for your current situation. 

** Takes place well before the events of Daredevil S2 and Punisher S1 **

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In the five days since you and Billy had talked about what was going on between you, things had fallen back into place much more easily than you would have imagined. True to his request, you’d stayed in his apartment until Monday morning, (you’d gone back to your place to get clothes, toiletries and your phone charger, which had ended with the two of you in your bed for a change) and the time had been more than enough to show you that Billy had truly meant what he said. 

There were still moments throughout the days when you saw that Billy’s eyes would lose focus, his jaw would lock and even your touch wasn’t enough to draw him out of his thoughts, but you were getting less and less worried. Billy had gone to two meetings with his friend Curtis, a man that had been honorably discharged from the military after losing most of his leg in combat. Curtis’ meetings were useful, Billy had said, and it was a good way for him to get used to being back home by being around people that he was comfortable with.

“Hey.” His gaze was soft, a smile on his lips as he opened the door of his apartment for you, gesturing for you to come in. He’d finally unpacked, and the place was looking lived in again. “Have a good day at work?” Billy was in the process of finding a job, so he was at home while you were in the middle of planning an event for the same company that you’d been working for when you met Billy… and the irony was not lost on you.

“Yeah.” You set your purse down on his table and allowed him to tug you into his chest, arms going around you. “Yeah, I had a meeting with Emily and her father today. They’re excited to work with us again.” Billy hadn’t reacted at your use of the woman’s name, but you pulled back and looked up at him nonetheless, wanting to see if he had any sort of response. After all, she’s the last woman he was in public with.

“She texted me today, actually.” Billy leaned down, his lips brushing over yours slowly. “Wanted to know if I was interested in being her date for the event again ‘for old time’s sake.’” He shrugged, pressing his lips to yours more forcefully, one of his hands sliding up your back. “I told her that I wasn’t interested.” You stared at him, and for a moment he looked confused before smiling again - this one a brilliant grin. “She’s going to be so mad when we walk in together.” Oh. we’re going together? I hadn’t even thought of that.

“I can’t antagonize her, Russo.” You sighed and his lips met your forehead. “At least not until we’re there and we’ve already been paid.” His laugh warmed you, even as he let you go and you moved past him into the kitchen, taking in the different dishes on the stove and counter. “What time are they coming, Billy?” Even though it was the middle of the week, Billy had decided that it was time for you to meet his best friend in person - so Frank and Maria Castle were coming to New York City to have dinner with the two of you.

“They should be here in about 40 minutes.” He stepped behind you, hand grazing your waist as he moved to the stove, picking up a slotted spoon and stirring one of the covered pots. “Just enough time for me to finish this, and for you to get changed if you want.” His attention was on the food in front of him, and you moved to the edge of the room, leaning against the door frame as you watched his movements. He’s so focused. A smile tugged at your lips as he moved gracefully from the stove to the fridge and then back, bending down to open the oven. I could get used to this. As if he could sense that you were watching him, Billy glanced back at you over his shoulder, long hair falling into his eyes as he winked at you. I think I’m already used to this.

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“So, Bill and I met about six and a half years ago, and we hit it off right away.” Frank and Maria were sitting across the table from you, Frank gesturing with a beer bottle in his hand. “He’s the best friend I could have ever asked for, you know?” Billy shook his head, looking down before he sipped on his own beer. “Maria loves him and so do the kids.” Billy was grinning, red in the cheeks and his neck. “Bill said that he had something to tell us, though.” What? You looked over at Billy and he met your eyes for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Yeah. Well.” Billy set his bottle down and casually reached over to put his arm around the back of your chair, his fingertips closing around your shoulder. “I… we…” He paused, and you turned your head to stare at him. He’s telling them? “We had a conversation the other day, and I wanted you guys to come over and meet my...girlfriend.” I guess he is. Frank’s jaw dropped and Maria’s eyes widened, but both of them stayed silent. “I don’t really have many other friends, and I know that you’ve spoken to her before Frankie, but…” He sounded unsure for the first time, and you bit your lip, waiting.

Frank and Maria had been friendly when Billy had opened the door, though they both looked surprised to see you lounging on Billy’s couch. Dinner had been a lot of fun, with both the Castles falling into easy conversation with you and Billy about a variety of topics. And the dinner Billy had made? It was perfect. Garlic beef tenderloin with mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables and fresh baked bread had seemed like a literal feast, but Billy had pulled it off without difficulty, and again you’d been surprised at what the man could do. And he did it to … for me? “Billy, that’s… wonderful.” Maria was grinning, reaching her hand over to grip Billy’s tightly. “I’m happy for the two of you.” Your blush matched Billy’s, but it was Frank’s words that really got to you.

“Finally picking quality over quantity, eh Bill?” Frank smirked, shaking his head. “I knew there was something different about this one.” He jerked his chin in your direction, shaking his head back and forth. “All those video chats and the letters? Never seen you like that before, Russo. Glad you didn’t fuck it all up.” That broke the tension, and all four of you laughed, Billy leaning over to kiss you on the temple. “Can I borrow her for a minute, though, Bill? Wanna talk to her about something.” Billy removed his arm and you stood, grabbing your beer and waiting for Frank to stand too. “Your balcony good?” Billy nodded as he and Maria stood to begin clearing the table and Frank led the way through Billy’s living room and over to the sliding glass doors.

After you were both outside, Frank was silent for long moments, elbows resting on the railing. You stood next to him, looking out over the city. Billy’s apartment was on the eleventh floor, so there were plenty of tall buildings around you, along with a ton of ambient noise. “Is there… What’s up, Frank?” The man licked his lips, shaking his head.

“Bill’s my best friend.” Frank’s voice was gruff. “He’s been with a lot of women, you know? I’m sure you do, you’ve been … you’ve known him for long enough.” You nodded. “He seems settled with you.” Oh? Really? “It’s… nice to see him relaxed.” Frank was silent for a moment. “What I’m trying to say is that he’s never introduced Maria to anyone. I’ve met a few of them, and they’ve all been...” He looked down, stomping his foot once. “Not like  you. Not at all like you.” You felt a warmth spreading through your body as Frank confirmed what you’d hoped was the case. “What do you know about Bill’s life?” Frank turned his head to look at you, and the expression on his face had changed. “About… his childhood, I mean?”

Of all of the questions Frank could have asked you, that was the one you weren’t prepared for. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “He… hasn’t told me too much, Frank.” There was no reason to lie to Frank, and you hoped that he’d tell you something more - giving you an insight into Billy’s life. “He got drunk one night when we were out, but this was before anything had happened between us.” You frowned. “He mentioned that he grew up in a group home. That he didn’t have a family.” You felt your eyes prickling with tears as you continued. “He told me everyone leaves him, and so he’s always been more willing to leave others.” Frank nodded. “He’s never known what it’s like to be loved without question.” Frank looked at you, still silent, and though his brow was furrowed, it wasn’t an unfriendly stare.

“Do you love him?” His question caught you off guard and you didn’t respond. “You don’t have to answer that, because I can see the truth on your face.” Frank stepped closer, the hand not holding his beer reaching out to touch your arm. “Don’t hurt him. And don’t let his insecurity hurt you.” Frank leaned in, talking quietly. “He cares about you. He wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t. Bill’s not the hearts and flowers and romance kind of guy, but he’s still got feelings buried under all of...this.” Frank gestured to his face before taking a long drink of beer. “Don’t make him regret this - or you. If that happens, I don’t think there’s any coming back from it for him.” Frank stood up, finishing his beer and then pulling you into a tight hug. “I want to see you around a lot, because you make Bill happy.” He stepped back. “He didn’t stop talking about you when we were over there.  He used your name.” Frank laughed, swallowing hard. “He had a picture of the two of you in his pocket all the time, you know?” I didn’t. Holy shit.

“I didn’t know he had it with him.” Frank nodded, the smile creeping back onto his face.

“Don’t tell him I told you about it.” Holding up one hand, you promised that you wouldn’t and Frank led you back into the apartment, where Billy and Maria were side by side, washing dishes. Her laughter carried across the open space, and you felt Frank relax next to you at the sound. He made his way over to where his wife stood, his hands going to her waist as he stepped behind her, kissing the side of her neck as she leaned back into him, still laughing. Billy looked over his shoulder at you and you tilted your head to the side, smiling. I’m definitely used to this.

Half an hour later, Frank and Maria had said their goodbyes - the woman hugging you tightly as she whispered “be good to him” in your ear, and Frank putting one arm around your shoulders as he stepped out the door. Once they were gone, Billy sighed, stretching his arms toward the ceiling and offering you one of his hands. Taking it, you let Billy lead you to the couch, where he sat and pulled you onto his lap. After you’d leaned you head against his shoulder, his arms circling your waist, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that I put that on you without warning.” His chest was rumbling as he spoke, and you brought one hand up, settling it on his shoulder. “I just didn’t know how to … I’ve never done this before.” He sighed. “I wanted you to meet Frankie and Maria, and I wanted to tell them… I wanted them to know that you’re mine...” He tightened his grip on you, and you felt his heart racing in his chest. “I know we decided that you and I were… but… I don’t know if…”

“Hey. Hey, Billy.” You sat up, looking into his eyes, which were filled with panic. “This was perfect. You caught me off guard, yes, but not because I didn’t want it to happen.” You shook your head. “I just didn’t think that you’d want to tell Frank so soon. I mean, he’s your best friend, and…”

“I talk about you in Curt’s group.” His voice was soft, and you froze. He does? “I’ve never used your name, but I talk about you.” He sighed, fingers stroking up and down your side. “I told Curt I need to get better and do better this time I’m home, and that I need to get myself back in the mindset that I’m not at war anymore… and that you’re a big part of the reason.” That’s serious. “It’s getting harder to come back home. Every time I go, I think I’m fine, but then when I get back here, everything goes to shit.” He sounded sad, but he was smiling, his eyes focused. “One of these days, I’ll tell you everything.” Everything? “I know Frankie took you outside, and I can only imagine what he said, but I hope he didn’t scare you away.” Leaning in, you kissed him, your hand moving to his cheek as you did so, and you felt him pull you closer.

“Billy, whenever you want to tell me about your life, I’m here.” Your forehead was pressed against his and he nodded once. Fuck it. “Frank told me that you kept a picture of us with you over there?” His soft laugh made his eyes crinkle at the corners but he nodded.

“I did.” He licked his lips. “I told you I wanted more before I left.” I didn’t believe him. I didn’t realize until just now that I didn’t believe him. “It was from the day we went to the Central Park Zoo.” That was from before we were… when we were just friends. “Do you remember when we took that?”

“I do. It was… your way of thanking me for taking care of you that night you got drunk.” He nodded.

“You stayed. You took care of me and you stayed and you didn’t try to take advantage of me - you didn’t want anything from me, and I wanted to do something nice for you that wasn’t at night.” He scoffed. “I was trying to prove to you that I actually did want to be your friend.” He tilted his head and nuzzled into your neck. “But really, it was getting harder and harder to see you in my place or yours without making a move on you, and I figured that if we were in public, it would be easier.” Humming at the feeling of his lips moving across your skin, you shifted your body, moving your hands to his hair and scratching along his scalp, closing your eyes.

“You kissed me that day, Billy Russo. So your plan didn’t work.” He laughed, nipping at your neck before he moved lower, tongue out and moving against your collarbone.

“Yeah, well, we got a good picture out of it… and I think that just maybe that picture was what got you to let your guard down with me.” You’re 100% right.

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14 months earlier

“You know, you can walk next to me, you don’t have to pretend like we aren’t here together.” Billy’s voice was loud, and you immediately stopped, turning to look at him with a huge smile on your face. “I invited you here, I’d like to walk with you.” He made his way the final few steps to you, and you felt his hand brush against yours  as you fell into step next to each other, making your way through the zoo’s walking pathways. It had been Billy’s idea to spend the day together, and he’d brought it up a few days earlier, via text.

After the night you’d spent drinking together - when you’d had to help him home and into bed because he got drunk - he’d gone radio silent for nearly two days. You’d talked the morning after, seeing the surprise in his eyes when he woke up next to you, still dressed in his jeans and you fully clothed, his arm tight around your waist. He hadn’t questioned you; you thought he’d been too embarrassed to do so, and so you hadn’t mentioned the conversation you’d had, or the look in his eyes as he’d asked you to stay. He’ll remember it on his own, or he won’t. You’d cooked him breakfast as he’d done his own version of the walk of shame to his shower, jeans hanging low on his waist, hair messed from pressing against the pillow.

Even as you cooked, you felt an ache in your heart, because there was something familiar about moving around in his kitchen, about taking care of him. You’d never admit it out loud, but waking up next to Billy, feeling his arm around you and seeing those eyes when you first woke up had felt right… and that’s why the friendship hurt so much. But it’s also why you need to keep it this way, you reminded yourself as you’d flipped eggs onto his plate and added two pieces of toast and some bacon. Anything else is out of the question.

He’d come out of the shower looking much better and more alert, and though he was casually dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a dark t shirt, he was all business, thanking you for taking care of him, for getting him home, and for making sure he didn’t pass out in the hallway or on the floor. Waving him off, you’d stayed long enough to make sure he ate while filling him in one some of the previous night’s details and then you’d left, giving him a quick hug. You’d waited to hear from him, and so on Friday night when his text had come through - ‘Busy Sunday? Wanna take you out and thank you for being so nice to me’  it was like a weight had lifted from your chest. You responded that you had no plans, but that it wasn’t necessary, and he’d sent back a short reply. ‘I want to. Be at my place at 11 am.’

And that’s how you’d ended up at the zoo with him on a chilly Sunday morning. He hadn’t told you where you were going until you’d arrived, and as you turned to him, a wide smile on your face, you’d seen in his eyes that your reaction was what he’d been looking for. “I know it’s a small one, but it’s close by, and since it’s cold, we can see everything pretty quick.” He actually thought this through. Before you could help yourself, you’d asked a question.

“Is this a date?” Though caught off guard, Billy didn’t flinch, shrugging his shoulders. You knew that if he hadn’t had a beanie on his head, he would have been running a hand anxiously through his hair.

“If you want it to be?” He sounded nervous, and so you’d smiled, ducking your head and stepping next to him as he’d walked to the ticket booth, paying for the two of you. The first few hours had been fun. You’d never been to that zoo before, and Billy pointed things out, talking about visiting with the Castles, about his favorite exhibits and about his life in general, asking you about your own past, too. The two of you had taken pictures of each other, enjoying the time you were spending together, enjoying the day… and it had been easy. You’d listened to every word he’d said, watched his every action with your heart pounding because as time passed, it felt more and more like a date. We’re out in the daytime. We’re doing something that’s not drinking or eating. This is… he wanted to spend time with me. More than once, he’d reached out to squeeze your hand, pulling you toward an exhibit, talking excitedly.

In the back of your mind, though, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop - for someone to recognize him, for one of his previous dates to call out… something, anything to ruin the time you were having and bring you back to reality… but it hadn’t happened that way. By the time you were in front of the grizzly bear exhibit, you and Billy had been laughing for long minutes, fingers twined together as you walked. It had been his suggestion to take a picture together, and you’d agreed without hesitation; after all, you had multiple pictures with your friends - how was one with Billy any different? Except you knew that you wouldn’t regard this one the same as you did all the others - no, this one was going to be special. You positioned yourselves so that the bears were visible behind you, and Billy had put his arm around your shoulders casually, pulling you closer to him. You could smell his cologne even through his jacket and you automatically wrapped an arm around his waist, getting closer.

It was easy. It was comfortable, and it was everything that you’d wanted it to be as you leaned into Billy, waiting for him to take the photo. “Alright, on the count of three, I want to see a smile on your face.” He was talking quietly, and you saw him looking down at you on the screen, biting his lower lip. “1...2...3.” His arm tightened on your shoulders and you couldn’t help but grin, staring at his phone. “One more.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop smiling, looking up at him and at the same moment, he looked down at you, a wide smile on his face. He got a picture of that, too. I know he did.  You were right, of course, and as he showed you both pictures, you felt that same uncomfortable ache in your chest again. Friends. That’s it. That’s all we can be. “I like these. We look like we’re having a good time.” His tone was still soft, and you nodded in agreement, looking up to meet his eyes.

“We are having a good time, Billy. You should send those to me.” He tapped on the screen a few times and you felt your pocket vibrate as he tucked his phone away, taking a deep breath. “Thanks.” You were still facing each other, staring for long moments until he turned away, looking at the bears with his hands on the railing, gripping it tight. “So what’s next for today? We going our separate ways after this?” Though it was only early afternoon, you didn’t have any reason to believe he had anything else planned for you and so you were surprised when you felt his arm go back around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Oh, OK….

“I thought I’d take you to dinner.” He paused, “If you want to go, that is.” All day with Billy? This is… this feels like…

“This is a date. I want this to be a date.” You spoke for a second time without thinking, looking up at him and finding that he was again staring down at you, hat pulled low over his brow. He looked young and vulnerable, his beard dark across his pale skin. “And if this isn’t, then dinner definitely would be.” There was another pause and the next thing you knew, Billy had removed his arm from your shoulders, turning to face you completely and angling your body to face him. That done, he moved both hands up to your face and leaned down, closing the distance between the two of you.

“I’ve been waiting since the first night we met to hear you say that.” There was no taste of alcohol on his lips that time, and there was no hesitation in the kiss, either. Your mouth moved against his with ease, and you stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Billy deepened the kiss almost immediately, tilting your head to give himself better access to your mouth and you felt something shift between the two of you.

You’d failed at keeping things platonic with Billy Russo, but in that moment, you didn’t care. When the two of you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily - his eyes were wide and dark, and your lips remained parted as you stared up at him. “I… was that OK?” There wasn’t a hesitation as you nodded, fingertips moving up to touch his cheek, and he closed his eyes, licking his lips. “Good.”

You didn’t make it to dinner until much later that evening.

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