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hungermakesmonsters · 7 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done , Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : this one is pretty PG

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing in this chapter is warning worthy, but the story in general is going to turn pretty smutty from chapter 3 onwards and there will be strong language throughout. I’m not going to list all the different ways things get smutty unless I think it’s something that could be considered triggering. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~4.5k

A/N : this started life as an original piece that I couldn’t finish, so I decided to make a few little changes and turn it into a fanfic. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tumblr, so sorry if I fuck this up. The story as a whole is going to veer recklessly between cute fluff and some much darker things with themes of obsession, will-they-won’t-they, and running from past trauma. Both Billy and reader are messy AF.

CHAPTER ONE

You checked your phone for what had to be the hundredth time. A measly two minutes had passed but the August heat made it feel longer. You found yourself thinking about how you were going to kill your roommate for making you chauffeur her around in the height of summer, trying to ignore the way the sticky New York heat made your tank top cling to your body beneath your unzipped hoodie.

You’d given up on waiting in the car after the first ten minutes - the AC in the old VW was busted, making it even less comfortable than sitting on the hood of the car under the glaring sun. Still, the parking lot was nicer than some of the places you’d found yourself waiting for your roommate over the years. That was the thing with Tammy; everyone around her lived on her schedule, did what she wanted to do. And you were no exception.

Actually, this whole thing was your idea. A friend, albeit in a very loose sense of the word, had told you that ANVIL were hiring office staff, and you’d passed the message along to Tammy who’d - well, she’d turned her nose up at it at first, she’d even laughed at you. But Tammy needed a job and ANVIL had a reputation for paying well.

So, you agreed to drive her to the interview and even agreed to wait.

Every now and then someone would appear - honestly, it looked like a steady stream of models leaving the building, the sorts that Tammy fit well with - but, for the most part, it was just you, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, trying not to think.

Until you saw him.

He came out the door and just stopped. It looked like he was breathing a sigh of relief at being out of there, and you couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Poor guy.

Despite the weather he was dressed in a suit, dark hair slicked back, tall and slender. You suddenly felt out of place, like you shouldn’t be there, like you shouldn’t keep watching him, but the longer it went without him noticing you, the harder it was to try and tear away your eyes. He answered his phone as you watched, even without being able to hear a word, you knew he wasn’t happy. When he turned you got your first glimpse of his face and -

Fuck.

Your eyes dropped back to your phone, knowing that he’d seen you watching him. Fingers swiped across the screen, jumping from Instagram to emails to Facebook, looking for anything to reply to. Your eyes stayed fixed on the phone even as you heard the shuffle of boots on gravel moving towards you, trying to act like you hadn’t been staring at him even as his shadow fell over you.

“Do you make a habit of hanging out in parking lots or are you here to interview?” His voice didn’t sound quite the way you’d imagined - though you weren’t really sure why you’d been imagining his voice to begin with. There was an edge to it, something that sent a shiver up your spine.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you answered, squinting as you looked up and the light seemed to halo around him.

“Friend?” he asked.

“Roommate,” you answered awkwardly before shaking your head, “but, yeah, she’s my friend too.”

You weren’t expecting him to laugh at that, for him to smile the sort of smile that probably had women all across the five boroughs ready to drop their panties. (And that was another thought you weren’t sure you should be having.)

He didn’t move, for a few moments he just looked at you as if he was taking measure, and all you could think about was how there was a bead of sweat rolling down your back. You probably looked completely gross while he was standing there in what looked like a professionally tailored suit that probably cost more than you could make in a year, with not a hair out of place despite the oppressive heat.

“Does she make you wait around for her a lot?” He asked as if it was the strangest thing he’d ever heard, like he’d never allow anyone to put him in your position.

“She doesn’t drive,” you shrug, “anyway, this is nicer than most of the places she drags me to.”

“Yeah?” he prompted with little more than a raise of his eyebrow.

“Tammy’s an actress - at least, she wants to be. So I end up waiting around while she auditions.”

The look he gave you was surprisingly sympathetic. “Actresses can be hard work.” You didn’t think to ask how he knew that.

“Yeah, I’m just glad she gets to keep her clothes on for this interview,” the words slipped out and you instantly grimaced but if he noticed that, he didn’t let it show. “Not like - I mean, she’s not doing porn or anything. Not that there’s anything wrong with women wanting to -”

You could see him fighting back a laugh the more flustered you got.

“I mean, it’s not the nudity that’s a problem - you should read some of the scripts, they’re just so bad.” You finally managed. “It’s like ‘oh no the serial killer caught me with his knife and now my tits are out’.”

Silence fell again and you watched him glance away, daring to hope that he was done with you. He’d walk away and forget all about you, and you’d spend the rest of the day replaying this moment in your mind, cringing at how ridiculous you are.

“I was going to grab a coffee, your friend is probably going to be another hour or so, so if you want you could always join me?”

You quickly started coming up with reasons why you couldn’t, why you shouldn’t. But, it was just coffee, it wasn’t like he was asking you to leave the country with him. And, besides, you weren’t sure you could stand the heat much longer.

“There’s a place nearby that does amazing iced coffee,” like he was reading your mind. And that sold it.

“Yeah, sure, that sounds great,” you decided, sliding off the hood of the car in a less than graceful manner.

Once you were standing you could really appreciate the height difference between the two of you; you almost had to tilt your head to look at him. You pushed the thought away, taking a moment to check that your car was locked up, following after him when he started to leave the way.

As you walked, it dawned on you that you still didn’t know his name, so you clumsily introduced yourself.

“Billy,” he responded with a smile, realising that he’d made the same mistake you had, “come on, it’s just across the street.”

You both fell into silence as you left the parking lot, but it wasn’t long before it got to be too much for you in an awkward, uncomfortable sort of way. It struck you that he didn’t look uncomfortable though, in fact you were already pretty certain that he wasn’t the kind of man to get uncomfortable easily.

“So, do you work at Anvil?” You asked him, wanting to fill the silence but also wanting to know a little bit more about him. You weren’t sure what he found so funny about the question but the smirk he shot you left you feeling like you were missing something obvious and he found your ignorance amusing. You started to fiddle with your sleeves, gaze dropping from his.

“Yeah, I work at Anvil.” And then silence fell again.

When you looked up again you were outside a little coffee shop that was so small and non-descript that you’d completely missed it when you drove by it earlier. He held the door open for you and let you slip inside before following, watching as you breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air from the AC hit. When you moved towards the counter, you realised he was only a step behind, towering over you almost possessively.

The girl behind the counter smiled at him first before bothering to spare you a glance.

“What would you like?” He asked. You quickly realised that he was intending to pay and that just unsettled you further.

“I can get mine,” you were quick to tell him. You didn’t need him paying for you and you’d never been the sort to accept drinks from men you didn’t know, not even coffee. So, you ordered your drink, your favourite iced coffee with syrup, before he ordered his, an americano with an extra shot of espresso. But before you could pay, he reached over and tapped his phone on the reader, flashing you what you could only describe as a darkly mischievous smile.

“You didn’t have to -” you started to tell him.

“I know, but I wanted to,” Billy shrugged, “besides, I owe you for keeping me company.”

The girl behind the counter shot you the sort of look that made you think that she would have been more than happy to keep Billy company herself and that she saw your presence there as an annoyance. You guess that was probably the effect he had on a lot of women.

“Here you go, Billy, just how you like it,” she smiled as put your drinks on the counter, leaning and fluttering her eyelashes at him, completely ignoring you. Billy gave her a muttered thanks and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you reached for your drink.

As you turned, Billy placed a hand on your back, leading you towards a table by the window, far enough from the counter that it felt a little more private. You sat on the edge of your seat, eyes nervously wandering towards the door for a second and, when you looked back, you found him watching you. There was a confidence about him that was getting harder and harder to ignore, he was clearly a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it - so, what did he want from you?

Company? Or maybe you were being used to make the barista jealous? No, that didn’t feel right, he’d barely even looked at her, anything between them was obviously one-sided. Maybe you were there to keep her at bay so he could drink his coffee in peace? Though from looking at him you knew he had to be used to women fawning over him, with those dark eyes that looked right through you and the shirt that fit so perfectly you could make out the muscles beneath as he shrugged off his jacket.

“What?”

Shit. You realised that you’d been staring at him and your cheeks started to warm. He didn’t look bothered, in fact he was still smiling at you, amused, almost as if he wanted you to look.

“Sorry,” you apologised, dropping your eyes to the table, quickly thinking of a way to move the conversation along, “so how long have you worked for Anvil?”

“Too long,” he answered and, again, there was that little laugh, that little smirk telling you that you were missing something. Billy obviously didn’t want to talk about himself though. “What about you? What do you do?”

“Bike messenger, mostly...” you shrugged awkwardly knowing how guys like him looked down on people like you. You weren’t ashamed of what you did; it paid the rent, put food on the table, you just hated having to defend it to someone like him who probably made money in his sleep. He surprised you by not reacting - there was no look of superiority, no pity, just a nod of his head.

“Mostly?”

“What?”

“You said mostly,”

“Oh, right, yeah. I do some work as a photographer. Just freelance and a couple of exhibitions,” you shrugged again, “it’s actually how I found out that Anvil were hiring.”

“Really?” It was hard not to notice how intently he was looking at you, like he was hanging on your every word. You started fiddling with your sleeve again.

“Yeah, sometimes I do work for The Bulletin if someone is out sick, and my friend Karen knew Tammy was looking for a job, so -”

“Karen? Frank’s girl?”

“Yeah,” you’d never met him but Karen had been talking about him a lot since they got together, “we were talking and I guess I let slip that we might have to move to a smaller apartment if Tammy can’t find a job…”

“High rent?”

You nodded. “Higher than either of us can really afford, but Tammy’s parents pay half and we split the rest.”

“Her parents still pay for her?”

“They’re loaded and I guess they didn’t want her having to live anywhere that might be ‘dangerous’,” you offered, but you knew how it sounded. You and Tammy were both in your thirties , it was strange that they still went out of their way to provide for her, but you didn’t fault them for wanting to look after their child, something that your own parents had never seemed inclined to do. The thought sent you down a rabbit hole and had you falling silent, wondering how he’d look at you if he knew the truth about you.

You took a drink, letting your eyes drift to the window and the street beyond. His eyes stayed firmly on you and you could almost feel him watching you. It made you tense and shift uncomfortably.

“What kind of photography are you into?”

“Mostly candids, but since I moved to New York, I’ve been really getting into urban stuff and I’ve been playing around with architecture shots.” Billy listened, looking interested in everything you had to say in a way that had you smiling again.

“And you put on exhibitions?”

“Little shows sometimes, yeah.”

“I’d love to see one sometime.” He kept smiling at you, all his focus completely on you, and you found that you didn’t entirely mind it. It was nice talking to someone who seemed to care about what you were actually saying. “Did you study photography in college or -”

“No, I never got to go to college.” It wasn’t until you’d said it that you realised how much it gave away; that college wasn’t your choice, that you’d been stopped from going.

“I never went to college either,” Billy offered, as if he sensed your sudden discomfort. You nodded, eyes dropping to your fingers, tugging at your sleeve again. “Do I make you nervous?” He asked suddenly, pulling your attention back towards him. He was still smiling, still looking at you in a way that made you feel like he was taking you apart in his mind, piece by piece.

“What? No - that’s not -” you stumbled over your words, embarrassed that he’d caught on so easily. You took a second before letting out a sigh. “It’s not you, I just don’t do this a lot.”

“Which part?”

“The whole going for coffee with a random guy I’ve never met before.”

“Is that because guys don’t ask or because you don’t normally say yes?” He asked but didn’t give you time to respond. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I already know the answer.”

An eyebrow raised, unimpressed by the assumption; the situation might have been making you nervous but you weren’t going to take shit from a stranger. “Oh yeah, and how’s that?”

“You’re too attractive for men to ignore.” Billy shrugged and your eyes rolled. Yikes, what a fucking line.

“Maybe I’ve got a boyfriend,” you retorted, “or a girlfriend.”

Billy laughed. “You know that wouldn’t stop most guys, right?”

“Would it have stopped you?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.

“I dunno, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked. “Or a girlfriend?”

“Do you?”

“Have a boyfriend?”

“Or a girlfriend.”

“Would you be here having coffee with me if I did?” He asked, turning the tables so effortlessly that it made it seem like flirting was an olympic sport and he was a gold medallist.

“Would you have asked me if you did?” You answered back, trying to fight back a smirk of your own at how ridiculous this was becoming.

“Do you always answer innocent questions with more questions?” It was obvious he was enjoying whatever this was, his dark eyes practically shining with excitement as he watched you from the other side of the table.

“You call that an innocent question?” You retorted, letting out a snort of laughter.

Billy let out another laugh, holding up his hands and signalling surrender.

“Maybe you should come work for Anvil, I bet you’re a pro at interrogations.” And that really made you laugh, and the sight of it had his gaze fixing more intently on you and his smile widening.

“I don’t think I have the necessary qualifications to work somewhere like that,” you shrug, “besides, I like my job.”

“Really?” Usually his question would have pissed you off, but there was something in the way he asked that made it seem like he was genuinely curious to hear your reasons rather than it being some kind of judgement.

“Yeah, I get to see the whole city, there’s no office politics to deal with, and I get to listen to music all day,” you found yourself shrugging again, and his eyes were still fixed on you, like he was fascinated. So, it felt like your turn to ask; “what?”

“Nothing,” he sat back and lifted his mug, taking a long drink, “I think it’s great that you like your job, there’s a lot to be said for enjoying your work.”

“Do you? Enjoy what you do, I mean. With Anvil?” Whatever that was.

“Some days more than others,” he smiled at you.

“And today?” You asked stupidly, before considering the implications and how it might sound.

“Today’s definitely getting better.”

Your eyes dropped to your drink again, teeth running over your bottom lip. He wasn’t talking about you, he couldn’t be talking about you, but some part of you wished he was. But you wouldn’t have known even if he was, you’d never been good with those sorts of things, flirting and separating a little bit of fun from something more. Billy was an enigma to you in the same way that most people were, but there was something about him that made you almost want to break all of your rules, just to see what might happen.

“What do you do for Anvil?”

“These days I mostly deal with the bureaucracy,” and the look on his face told you just what he thought of that.

“So you don’t - I don’t know, go on missions, all Seal Team 6, kicking down doors?”

Billy let slip a laugh that was equal parts amused and offended.

“Seal Team 6?”

“What?” You laughed, awkwardly.

“You know a lot of Anvil are ex-Marine Corps, right? I’m an ex-Marine.”

“Is there a difference?” You knew there was though, honestly, you couldn’t remember exactly what it was, and the look on his face was priceless enough that you didn’t regret asking.

“Okay, wow, you’re really going to make me explain it to you?” You nodded in response. “Okay, it’s -“

Before he could start on whatever lecture he was about to give, your phone started to ring, loudly - loud enough to make you almost jump out of your skin. (You must have knocked the volume while you’d been frantically trying to look like you hadn’t been spying on him earlier.)

“Fuck, it’s Tammy,” you tell him before answering.

Moments later, you’d wish that you hadn’t. She was at the car waiting for her ride home and you were nowhere to be found, which was apparently so inconsiderate of you. You finished the call with a sigh and looked at Billy.

“Guess her interview didn’t go well,” you took one final drink before pushing back your chair and getting to your feet. “I’ve got to go, if I leave her standing around out there I’ll never hear the end of it, it’s been -“ you stopped as he got to his feet.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“No, that’s fine, really, you don’t have to.”

“I insist.” His tone making it clear that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m sorry, she’s just -“

“You don’t have anything to apologise for.”

When you started towards the door, he was right behind you, again staying close to you. Outside the oppressive heat hit you again and it pissed you off; you’d been having a nice time and Tammy just had to ruin it. Now it was over and you’d never see him again.

Billy didn’t say anything, even as you picked up the pace. You wanted to get this all over and done with, you wanted to drive Tammy back to the apartment and - you didn’t know. All you knew was that you didn’t want to be around her, you didn't want to have to deal with her bullshit, and you didn’t want to think about the man walking a step behind you.

You didn’t see him frown at you, you didn’t dare look back because it just felt childish. You’d met him forty minutes ago, he’d probably forget you by the end of the day.

You rounded the corner, about to cross the street when you felt his fingers around your wrist. All it took was one gentle pull and you were turning back towards him, stumbling into his arms. It felt like a moment pulled from some romcom; you spilled forward into his arms, your hands against his chest. And then you looked up, finding those impossibly dark eyes staring down at you.

Billy looked at you like he was trying to decide something, fingers still wrapped around your wrist. The, less than a second later, he was kissing you, pulling your body against his. And you let him. Later you’d tell yourself that it was shock but, in that moment, you wanted him to kiss you for no other reason than he was nice; you’d had fun getting coffee with him. It took you a moment to return to your senses, to use the hands on his chest to gently push him away.

“Billy —”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’ve been thinking about doing that for the last thirty minutes.” He grinned. “Go to dinner with me.” You couldn’t tell if he meant it as a question or a command, but it definitely sounded more like the latter. Maybe he was just that used to women doing what he wanted them to do.

“I think you’re supposed to ask that before kissing someone,” was all you could think to say with a nervous laugh.

“Well, now I’ve asked…” And a second later, his lips were on yours again, tongue running against the seam of your lips, desperately wanting to deepen the kiss, and you let him. For a few sweet moments, you gave yourself over to him - to a random stranger you’d known for all of forty minutes.

Finally, you pushed him again, taking a step back, out of his arms and back to reality.

“I can’t,” is what you told him once you’d managed to find your voice again.

“Can’t or won’t?” He dared to try and take a step closer, forcing you to take another step back.

“Does it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

“Why?” Honestly not sure you even wanted an answer from him.

“So I can figure out how to change your mind.” He explained, like he thought it would really be that simple

“You can’t.” But that just made him laugh.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.” And there was something dangerous in that; you didn’t know what he was capable of. “And I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”

“I told you; I don’t do this.”

“This can be whatever you want it to be. I’m very adaptable.” He reached for you again, fingers brushing your cheek before you managed to pull away.

He looked ready to say something else, like he had some line on the tip of his tongue that he was sure would convince you, his lips even parted ready, but nothing came out. You weren’t sure why until a moment later.

“Oh my god, there you are! Do you know how long I’ve been standing around waiting for you?”

Tammy. You didn’t know whether to be glad of the interruption or pissed at the tone she was taking with you.

“Sorry,” Billy stepped around you, towards Tammy, “I distracted her.”

“That’s -“ and then the impossible happened. Tammy actually fell silent. You decided that it must just be the effect that Billy tended to have on women.

“I’m Billy,” he offered out his hand and Tammy was quick to take it, no doubt falling for his charms already. And Billy, well, obviously he’d managed to get over whatever momentary insanity he’d been suffering from when he kissed you and had moved onto the next victim.

Only that wasn’t exactly what happened.

“Oh, I know who you are, Mr Russo. I’m Tammy.”

“Wait… what?” If anyone heard you, neither bothered to respond. How did Tammy know who he was?

“I hear you’ve just been interviewing to come work for me,”

For him. Not with him.

Your stomach dropped, remembering something Karen had said about a Russo, about how Frank called him a pretty boy and Karen thought he was a bit of a womaniser. He kept talking to Tammy but you barely caught a word, too stuck on everything that had happened and how you’d let it.

“Come on, Tammy,” finally, you snapped out of it and started to walk, “if you want a ride home we need to go now.”

You didn’t even wait for an answer, you just let her say her goodbyes to Billy.

“Let me know when you’re free to go for that dinner,” Billy called after you, You chose not to answer, some part of you hoping that Tammy wasn’t going to follow because you knew what would come next.

Fumbling for your keys, you had them in hand before you got back to your car, not daring to look behind you. What had just happened? Your lips still tingled from his kiss, you could still taste him, could still feel his hand on your hip. And some part of you was inexplicably still annoyed that the moment was over.

Tammy followed behind you, calling after, barely making it into the passenger seat before you started the car.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed and you steeled yourself for the oncoming argument, “you are the best friend ever.”

There was no sarcasm, no anger - she was actually smiling at you. What the hell did she think you’d done?

“What?” Throwing the car into reverse and trying to ignore the fact that Billy was there, watching you as he made his way back towards the office building, his office building. There was something unknowable in his dark gaze as it followed you and, again, you found yourself thinking about how you had no idea what he was capable of.

“Flirting with Billy-fucking-Russo to get me a job at Anvil.”

CHAPTER TWO

END NOTES : if you made it this far, thanks for sticking around. Like I said, this is something that started out as an original piece and I was struggling to find the energy to finish it. I’ll be trying to release a new chapter at least once a week, though the second part will probably be up in a few days time because the first two chapters are really just to help set things up, and I know that’s not what people are interested in. I already have the first five chapters pretty much written, they just need some editing before going in the queue and, in total, I have around 20 chapters planned. I’ll be working on this through NaNoWriMo too, so how much I get done might change the posting schedule a little.

Likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated, though this fic will be posted regardless of engagement because I just need to get this story out of my head once and for all.

Anyway thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are!

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x female reader #cmifyc ff

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hello! I was wondering (totally okay if not) if I could request a quackity x reader where there playing minwcraft or smth with a few other people and its just like moments of them annoying eachother (as a way of love if that makes sense)

Thank you 💜💜

AH YES OF COURSEEE!! ; did my best w this one, had to quote a lot of vines for this bc I'm not naturally funny and it made sense in a way

QUACKITY ; vinecraft

summary ; annoying each other while playing minecraft with some friends

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 711

masterlist

You and Alex were playing on a Minecraft survival world with Bad and Niki. It wasn't a role-play SMP or anything, just a simple survival world with the Better Minecraft mod.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

y/u/n was shot by a skeleton

"Y/n did you just willingly give yourself up to those skeletons?" Quackity laughs

"in my defense, they all have chainmail and gold armour, and I have an unbreaking one iron sword and a dream"

"Language! Stop talking about that!" Bad yells

"Yeah, stop talking about pussies, Quackity!"

"Y/n!" Bad and Quackity both exclaim in different tones while Niki laughs

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRR?" Quackity yells, referring to the Vine as he almost breaks his voice a bit

"I'm waiting for those creepers to kill you," you answer, clicking your mouse to swing your hand as to point behind his character

"OH MY GOD NO-"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"MY SHIT! Y/N, NIKI, GET IT PLEASE, I HAD AN AWESOME DIAMOND HELMET"

"It's Wednesday my dudes-"

"Shut the fuck up I'm fighting a warden, I can't do this right now, Alex!"

"I wanted to be a cowboyyyy baybyyyy" quackity speaks with a shit southern accent

"please stop fucking quoting that" you snicker, "I'm on the edge of this fuckin thing, if I fall I'll die and lose the teleporting thing and your shit"

"No off topic questions. because I don't want to. no. no. you've been stopped"

"PLEASE, I JUST WANNA MAKE THE PENIS, STOP DESTROYING IT Y/N/N"

quackity keeps trying to shoot you off the ledge of the mountain where you were trying to build the base on the side of

"I said whoever keeps shooting me, your moms a hoe!"

"language!"

"you're a hoe, motherfucker!"

"quackity, watch out!"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"AGAIN!?"

yknow that vine of that kid playing simple piano notes and the other kid getting down to it? that's like the halftime show of the stream

quackitys playing guitar and you're busting it down in game next to niki who can't stop laughing, and bad is totally silent because of all the foul language

I mean the song slapped

then quackity got absolutely sniped by a skeleton while he was on two hearts

"What the fuck is up Kyle? no, what did you say? what the fuck, dude? step the fuck up kyle!"

quackity gets all up close with the mic to literally inhale it, "y/n i love you but my names not Kyle"

"WHATRE THOSE???"

"They are my crocs."

"Actually why do you own crocs? red flag, we're breaking up and I'm dating niki now"

"You move on quickly" quackity mumbles and rolls his eyes

nicki smiles before speaking, "because I'm better than you, quackity"

"Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"

"Y/n you've spent 85% of this stream quoting Vines"

"Yeah I know, it's because I hate you"

"Wait what?"

when quackity brings up how he lived in the southern hemisphere and talks about living in Mexico, he pauses to breathe and you take the opportunity while you have it

"country boy I love youuuuuuuu. ah"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"BAHAHHAH"

"I can't be here anymore"

we've all seen the "Hey ron" "Hey billy" meme I think

you'll break into the base through the ceiling to get back in because you're working on a tunnel trailing through the inside of the cliff up to the top as the entrance

"Hey quackity" you say as you land next to quackity trying to sort through chests

"Hey y/n"

you scream as quackity sits down with some pizza in the middle of stream

he screams, "stop, you almost made me drop my pizza!"

yk that meme w the kid w the broomstick doing some anime pose battle shit? here's that one

you'll be swinging your sword around and spamming emotes "don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! AHHHH"

"who gave you the right to speak? You're on trial for breaking Bad's space bar!" Quackity exclaims

"I got it working again!!"

"let's do the fork in the garbage disposal!"

cue spamming emotes and lagging your games til they crash 💀💀💀

"love yourself! accept yourself!"

you became a positivity priest while quackity became a drug dealer

really splitting this world into two sides now LMFAO

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity oneshot #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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robinfollies · 3 months

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arthur being canonically bad at cooking is important to ME!!!!!!!!!

(part two)

#robin’s art #robin’s follies #billie bust up #bbu aristotle #bbu arthur #arthurstotle #2024 art #so funny story actually. a couple years ago bbu did a stream and the topic of headcanons came up #and i was like. arthur would be really bad at cooking. because that was my headcanon.#AND WHAT WOULD U KNOW! THEY THOUGHT THAT WAS REAL!#AND ITS JUST. ITS REAL. HE SUCKS AT COOKING #this headcanon is my baby. my special guy. i think about it all the time. i cant even call it a hc its just CANON #comicfollies

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 3 months

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Hi I was listening to an old BBU (Billie bust up) stream and I think I heard your user and I wanted to ask IS IT YOU??

Thank you for your time

Also here’s an image of Gemini that I made after watching Lunar come out, tried to make them look a bit confused but then it just ended up being them squinting and I’m still fine with it

Alright I’ll get out of your hair now BYEEE

I don't recall attending a BBU stream QwQ unless it was one by Michael Kovach, but that was ages ago haha. So might've been!

#answered ask #billie bust up #laes gemini #lovely art!

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sleepyone232 · 1 year

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''You're perfectly shaped like a tree in my backyarrrrd...''

-Billie, complimenting Fantoccio.

#bbu #billie bust up #bbu fantoccio #Billie Bust Up #bbu Billie #BBU Billie #Quote #Source:Billie Bust Up Live-Stream

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djthed · 9 months

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3D Test Animation of my Character!

Been once again super busy with work lately, but found some time to sneak in getting this little project done!

I've recently changed up my profile pictures to use a character design that I can actually credit to myself! I will always love Leafeon and will miss using them as a profile picture, but the biggest problem with using them as a way to identify me is that they aren't really my character or my design. And my own iteration of Leafeon's model isn't that derivative anyway, nor would I really want it to. And also considering how long I've been a FiM fan, I think it's a long time coming that I finally make a design of a pony for myself to use as a sona!

With that said, when it comes to this model, I started working a bit on it a few months back. Mostly in the coat coloring and headshape department. The head topology is the same as before, but now I have controls in the rig that can change the head shape to feel more "stallion"-like. For how I tuned the shape for my character, he's kind of got a shape in-between a full on mare and stallion head shape.

Work ceased for a while as I got involved working on a project called "Billie Bust Up!" (which I will talk more about later if that got your attention, don't worry!). It's been very busy, but the past week I decided to sit down and get this done on my own time. I did a few streams where I would work continuously on my model, like getting all the hair done, and working on all the animation. You can find all the VODs to these in the Live section on YouTube Channel. I really like doing livestreams, as it has a very VERY obvious affect on how I am able to focus, and makes working on things a lot easier and more efficient. I want to do them more again, I miss streaming a lot. Maybe for BBU I'll find a way, but only time will tell.

This animation was really fun to make. Haven't really done super dynamic quadruped animation since I was involved in the G5 pony game, so it was nice to get at it again to refresh my skills there. Didn't feel too hard, so that's a good sign I wasn't getting too rusty. And rendering was not nearly as bad as you might expect. Talked a bit about this during my Marina commission about my new methods of denoising renders that were done in Cycles. This entire render uses a flat 128 sample count, and using my new methods that keeps noise temporally stable and then denoise after, it produces a very VERY nice result. Once I rap up releasing this animation, I'll try to finally record a guide, or at least the process I take, on how I get this done, as it's definitely a viable option in a lot of cases.

Thank you guys for sticking around during my staggered activity on this channel! Once I started getting involved in real animation jobs, it's been tough finding a good balance between my own personal animation projects and actual animation work. And lately I've been feeling the urge to actually try to find that balance so that I can do both. Hopefully I find it, because I miss this!

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#pony #mlp #animation #3d animation #blender #djthed #blender3d #blender animation

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Slice of life

Pairings: Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader, Billy Hargrove x reader

Mentions: mild cursing, rough housing, fluff fluff fluff

If y’all want more of this series let me know

It was one of those rare days that all three of you had off. For you that meant catching up some house work that needed to be done as well as grocery shopping, for Steve it meant planning a pool party for that night, for Eddie it was all about practicing whatever newest song was out, and for Billy it was cleaning the cars and working out.

You wake up with a big stretch groaning at the bright sunlight peaking in through your curtains . You count down the seconds until, your door swings wide open and in walks Billy who makes himself comfortable in your bed he was in a rare state of not being dressed to impress wearing on some old sweatpants and a muscle shirt “cmon Billy every morning?” you rub your eyes letting out a yawn “somethin about your bed is just so comfortable honey” Billy says muffled into your pillow having already tucked himself in, you couldn’t help but snicker and roll your eyes as you got out of bed ruffling his hair “just make the bed when your done” with that you grab some fresh clothes for day so you can go take a shower.

When you get to the bathroom you close the door turning on the shower to let out a cool stream. You get undressed tossing your clothes into the overfilling laundry basket deciding that’ll be your first chore for later as you step in enjoy the coolness this spreads from the water. When you hear the door open you have two guesses on who it could be so you call out “Eddie?” When all you get is a grumble and a yawn you figure out it’s Steve “Steve what’re you doin in here what if I was taking a shit huh?” You question starting to wash your hair “everyone shits doesn’t matter to me” his voice is muffled he must be brushing his teeth you thought “well can you atleast hand me my conditioner I think I left it on the counter” you reach your hand out only pulling it back in when you feel said object. “What’re your plans for today Stevie” you grab your large towel wrapping it around yourself snug before stepping out. “Gotta go grocery shopping get some stuff for the pool party tonight” he spits into the sink rinsing out his mouth. “I’m already goin grocery shopping just leave me your list” you usher him out of the bathroom so you can get dressed pulling on some high waisted shorts and a ripped up band tshirt that you found in your closet.

As you continue on with the day making minor repairs like changing a few busted light bulbs, getting rid of stuff you don’t need, or doing a few small chores you hear the familiar strums of the guitar. You look up at the clock that read 9 damn he’s up early you thought as you walked down the hallway towards his room “hey Ed’s” you barge in starting the brunette enough for him to drop his pick “Jesus Christ sweetheart just about gave me a heart attack” he breathes setting down his guitar to pick up his pick. “Sorry Ed’s” you ruffle his hair looking around his room “you got any laundry? I’m doin a load and I’m tryna get as much done as I can” you grab a few old plates off his night stand and take a hit off one of the joints he had burning in the ashtray “yeah” he quickly gets up gathering some stuff off the floor tossing it into the laundry basket you had your arms. “Thanks sweetheart I can he-“ he began “last time you helped munson my laundry room was full of bubbles and as fun as that was it was a pain in the ass to clean, so I’ll find somethin for you to do later, for now just keep jammin and atleast open a window when you smoke” with that you give him a smile bonking your head against the top of his and walk out of his room.

The house was in full commotion by noon, Eddie had hooked his guitar up to his amp once he realized everyone was awake already, Steve was loudly talking on the phone in the kitchen making plans with Nancy and Robin, and Billy was grunting as he lifted weights in the dining room where he moved the kitchen table.

You had finally finished laundry after a couple of hours gagging just from the smell of some of the clothes they handed you. “Smelly ass” you mumble as you set down the empty baskets. You walk towards the fridge cracking open to grab a cold Coke popping the tab and taking a long sip onto for it to be grabbed from you from above by Billy who also took a sip “thanks honey” he set the half empty can in your hand causing you to roll your eyes but smile none the less “cmon Billy atleast ask before you snatch” you reprimanded half heartedly.

“I’m going to the store!” You shout as you pull on your shoes and grab you reusable bags. You stood for a second as you heard a clamor come down the hall “I’m coming with!” They all said in unison before looking at each other, you sigh and grab your purse “well hurry up then can’t wait for y’all to get dolled up” you walked out of the door followed by the three who all climbed into your car Eddie in the front and Steve and Billy in the back. You pulled out and took off down the road towards the closest store.

When you got home the boys were having some dumb contest on who could carry the most grocery bags in one trip to which you rolled your eyes “hey don’t break my eggs” you said as you walked past them to unlock the door. “We won’t we won’t” Steve grunts from the weight of so many grocery bags. “Told ya I got you beat harrington” Billy gloats as he walks in carrying a whopping six bags.

When Robin and Nancy arrive you’re bursting with excitement you hadn’t seen them in a bit and were happy that all of your schedules had lined up. “ROBIN, NANCE!” You shout wrapping them up on a big hug which the gratefully return “what’s up dude we haven’t seen you in forever” Robin says walking towards the backyard with you where Steve is grilling, Eddie is looking for the perfect tones, and Billy is for some reason doing laps in the pool. “Ah you know constantly working and taking care of three babies” you point to all three of the boys “takes a lot of my time” you joke sitting down next to the other two girls.

“Don’t you get tired of living with so many boys especially Billy Hargrove?” Nancy questions innocently “nah Billy’s okay he’s been workin on getting better” you smile as you turn to her “besides I like them all living here” your face grows soft as you send a soft smile over to all them which causes them to wave and send you a smile back “I wouldn’t change it for the world nance” with that answer satisfying Nancy and Robin, you all continue to party playing drinking games which Billy obviously beats all of you at, taking turns showing your dumb pool jumps, Eddie showing y’all the song his band had been writing and eating delicious food Steve had grilled.

When Nancy and Robin left you trudged to your room getting undressed and pulling on some oversized shirt and shorts you had found on the floor of your room climbing into bed without doing the rest of your nightly routine. When the door freaks open and you feel a dip in the bed you groan “who is it?” You rasp tiredly “Billy” he answers making himself comfortable before he starts snoring away in a drunken sleep. You try to slip back into a peaceful slumber when your awoken by another dip this time in front of you, you don’t even open your eyes “who is it?” You rasp “Steve” he answers back as he gets comfortable then starts snoring. One last time you try to slip back into a peaceful sleep when you feel one final dip in the bed “Eddie?” You call tiredly “felt left out sweeetheart” was all he replied as he made himself comfortable before snoring away. You sigh and shake your head but drift off none the less surrounded by the three men who couldn’t help but want to be near you even when they are drunk as hell.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove

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thatoneidiotdts · 2 years

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If you had been there, if you had seen it, I bet you would have done the same

A/n: Hello I still somehow exist and I've decided to finally post something which I haven't done since the start of 2022 so here you go

Note: pronouns for reader are they them and the reader could be afab or amab

Word count: 2376

WARNING: Neil getting the living shit beaten out of him, Neil himself, abuse, fight scene, if there is more please tell me so

(Y/n) laughed loudly as Billy impersonated their teacher Mr. Campbell, they could tell he has been practicing the impression for some time. Billy soon started to laugh too, the more he laughed the more (Y/n) laughed and it was the same for him.

Soon both were on the floor losing their breath and getting a good abs workout from just laughing. They laid there, gasping for air and tying their best not to start the laughing fit again. Billy took in a sharp breath.

“Ya know, you aren’t so bad (Y/n) nerd (L/n)”

At that (Y/n) laughed.

“Same for you Billy bad boy Hargrove”

They stated to giggle again, the fact that those were the only nicknames they could think for each other was a little bit pathetic but they didn’t really care right now. (Y/n) could hear a car pull up the driveway, Billy quickly stood up and peaked out the window.

(Y/n) could feel the air shift in the room, they could also see how tense Billy has gotten.

“What’s wro-?”

Before they could finish their question he quickly opened the closed door and pushed them inside.

“Whatever happens don’t get out, stay here and try to be quiet”

Billy said as he closed the closet door. It was dark in the closet, they could smell his natural musk and strong cologne from his shirts, they would have blushed out of embarrassment if they weren’t currently terrified.

(Y/n) could still hear everything that was happening outside, they heard a door open in a far distance stomping, someone was angry. They could hear someone yell out Billy’s name, it was probably Neil, his father. There was now a closer sound of a door opening and the closing, they cursed under their breath, they wanted to know what was going on.

There was definitely now an argument going on downstairs, there were sounds of something crashing on the floor, a plate maybe? There was now more shouting but this time it was different, they could hear Billy yell in pain as his father was punching him.

(Y/n) could feel the anger and the pure uncontrollable rage bubble beneath their skin, it was no normal rage, it was the same rage that makes you kill other people, the very regretful rage. They pushed the closet door open as they ran downstairs past Max who watched frozen in fear.

Billy didn’t look good at all, lying on the floor, he was covered with spots that will later become bruises, his lip, chin and eyebrow looked busted and his eyes droopy, he looked like he would pass out soon.

He looked at them, his blue eyes now glossy and puffy, he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Neil looked back, he groaned in anger as he saw them, he looked back at Billy who tried his best to get up.

“I told you not to bring your disgusting whores home didn’t I??!!”

As he said that he raised his foot to kick him again but before he could a fist collided with his temple launching him in the near wall, as he tried to get up on one knee a kick was sent straight to the side of his face, knocking him down again.

They let him get back up, they let him try his best at swinging back, yet it did nothing, they threw a punch again, and then another, a kick, once, twice. They sat on his chest and arms so that he couldn’t move, and punched him in the nose, they could vaguely hear something crack but they didn’t care, they punched him over and over again.

(Y/n) raised their fist high again but just as they were about to connect it to Neil’s face again they could feel tiny hands trying their best to keep their single hand up. They almost punched to the side but before they could they realized who it was.

“Stop it! You’ll kill him!!”

It was Max, tears were streaming down her face as she begged the person to stop what they were doing, (Y/n) looked around, their eyes landing on Billy who, with a good reason, looked terrified. Like Max tears were also spilling from his eyes. They looked back at the coward of a man beneath them, with their other hand they gripped his hair and got closer to his bloody face.

“I know you are still awake, I didn’t punch you that hard did i?”

They smirked as he nodded.

“Good, now you will listen. I do not want to see you near them again, it is obvious you see them as nothing but burdens! So be thankful. If I see you near them I will kill you, try to sue and will sue back and tomorrow do not be back here until late, disappear wherever you want, I DON’T want to see you here while I’m collecting their stuff got it buddy?”

Neil nodded as (Y/n) smacked his head against the floor, knocking him out. They stood up and calmly walked over to Billy. They looked down on him but he didn’t return the look out of fear.

“Can you walk?”

They asked as if nothing previously happened, like he didn’t just get the shit beaten out of him but as if he fell from his bike like a small child, that’s how he felt at least. He shook his head, he felt disappointed in himself.

(Y/n) sighed as they crouched down in front of him, they put their arms beneath his thing and back as they gently picked him up, he weighed almost nothing with the amount of strength they have. He nestled his face in the crook of their neck. They looked at the small girl who stood just behind their leg.

“Maxine could you please get some clothes for you and your brother just for tonight, I’ll visit back tomorrow for the rest ok?”

She nodded as she ran back upstairs. Billy groaned out of pain as he tried to say something.

“The keys are in my back pocket, grabbed them in case of a quick getaway”

After answering his silent question he let out a sigh of relief. (Y/n) kicked the door open as they stepped out in the cool air, taking in a calm breath before waking over to the car. After unlocking it they gently put Billy down in the back seat.

In the same moment Max ran out with both of their backpacks filled with books and clothes for them. She quickly handed (Y/n) the backpacks to put in the trunk as she got in the passenger seat. After they were done with the backpacks they sat in the driver’s seat and turned on the car. Instantly some heavy rock started to play but they quickly changed it to something calmer.

The drive was silent except for the music playing through the radio while everyone was trying to take in what just happened. Out of the corner of their eye (Y/n) could see a burger joint, they smiled as they looked in the rear view mirror.

“You guys hungry?”

Both of them perked up as they looked at each other then nodded, (Y/n) smiled as they took a turn and entered a drive through of a simple burger joint. After a few minutes of waiting in the line the worker asked them for their order.

“HI! Uuhh I’ll have three classic burgers one with-“

“No onions.”

“- Max please, and the other without-

“Mustard.”

(Y/n) sighed and tried not to giggle “-Plus three large batches of fries, two colas and a vanilla milkshake thank you.” The worker giggled at them and nodded as she wrote down their order.

“That’ll be 20.77$ ma’am/sir.”

They handed her a 20 and 5 five “Keep the change” They said, the worker thanked them and informed them to go to the second window to wait for their order. After a few minutes another worker brought their food and they drove off.

The drive was now quiet again. Another song switched on the radio, it took less than a line for both Max and (Y/n) to realize which song that was.

“Did its best to please us, and strolling down the Élysées, we had a drink in each caféeee, and you….and you talked of politics, philosophy and I smiled like Mona Lisa”

Max bobbed her head to the beat as (Y/n) sang the first part, and after both sang out the pre chorus Billy, not really knowing the lyrics, still decided to join them.

“I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all. Walks along the sand. Laughing in the raaain. Our last summmmer. Memories that remaaainnn!!”

(Y/n) ignored when both of them said ‘sand’ instead of ‘Seine’ but they didn’t care much, they were glad the good mood was up again. (Y/n) noticed that they won’t be able to play out the full song before they get home so they slowed down a bit, wanting to live out the simple moment.

“Our last summmmerr, where we could laugh and plaaay”

They looked in the rear view mirror, as expect Billy absolutely enjoyed the guitar solo, they smiled as they looked back at the road and both them and Max started to sing again.

“And now you're working in a bank, the family man, a football fan… And your name is Billyyy! How dull it seems, yet you're the hero of my dreeeaaaamms”

It was obvious which word they switched out as Billy ‘pfffff’-ed from the back seat, trying not to chuckle. Soon they pulled up to the large log cabin. The song slowly faded out as (Y/n) turned off the car and got out first.

“Max please get the bags your brother needs some help so I’m occupied”

She nodded as she opened the door and got out to get the two backpacks. After picking up Billy from the back seat the three of you walked to the front door. Unlocking the front door never felt better for you.

“Damn (Y/n) what jobs do your parents work” she said as she looked around the large entrance and main room, the tall wooden walls, inner balconies , stone pillars and a large chandelier looking down on them.

“Maxine watch your language please. And also my parents are dead”

Max almost gasped as she quickly started to apologize but they just let out a laugh, at this point Billy was also weirded out by all of this.

“Its fine I dealt with it by making jokes, anyways how about you go upstairs to the left and pick out a room you like and we will be here patching up”

They could now better see every bruise and cut that formed on his skin as they pulled out all the stuff they needed. They first put some vodka on a piece of cotton and as softly as they could clean away the blood and sanitized his busted lip and eyebrow.

She enthusiastically nodded as she rushed up the grand stairs and disappeared out of their sight. (Y/n) gently placed him down on couch and walked over to the first bathroom. After searching for a while they finally found the first aid and walked back to Billy.

It was clear that he wanted to wince at the pain but was trying his hardest not to. After wrapping everything up they picked him up again. After walking up the stairs they knocked on the first door to the left, after there was no response they opened up the empty guest bedroom. They gently placed Billy down on the soft bed.

“Ok I’ma go check up on Max and then bring you some ice bags, sounds good?”

There was no verbal response from him, only a nod of agreement. They smiled as they ruffled his hair and walked out. They knocked on every next door until they got a response on the end of the hallway. They opened the door and saw max sitting on the beneath a glass roof, looking up at the stars.

“You settled in?”

Max quickly turned her head around, she nodded as she ran to the door and pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug.

“You won’t let Neil take us will you?”

“Never”

They said as they wrapped their arms around the little girl. After a while they let go of each other. (Y/n) warned her that she needs to brush her teeth and wished her good night as they closed the door. They quickly got down the stairs, grabbed some ice, and went back up.

After knocking they patiently waited for Billy to call them in. A minute passed, and then two, then three, they were starting to get worried as Billy still wasn’t answering them. They quietly opened up the door, the room was as dark as they left it, with only a night light turned on.

(Y/n) could see a figure on the bed, his figure, shaking from what they guessed were sobs of sorrow, of fear. They cautiously approached him, giving him time to see them so that they don’t surprise him. He looked up at them, his eyes glossy and puffy, it reminded them too much of the scene that happened barely half an hour ago. They slowly got closer and gently placed the bags of ice on the biggest bruises. Just as they were about to get up they felt a hand grab their forearm.

“Please –just..stay”

He begged so quietly, they couldn’t believe the tone he just let out. (Y/n) sighed and nodded with a smile as they tucked themself close to him. The sobs he was crying out minutes before where nothing compared to the ones his throat was letting out now.

His whole body shook as he cried in their neck, not daring to look up. They softly held him as he sobbed, telling him it’s okay to let things out, that it’s ok to cry, to be vulnerable. After a good while they noticed how quiet he has become. The realization that he cried himself to sleep broke their heart, but they were glad he had some peace now.

They closed their eyes, letting the warm embrace lull them to sleep.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #stranger things x reader #x female reader #x male reader #x gn reader

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