#but they're still so oblivious of their true feelings

[hungermakesmonsters]

(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Four

Plot Summary : When Billy Russo realises that there is a certain class of wealthy clients who refuse to contract with Anvil because of his playboy reputation, he decides to alter their perception of him. You’re just a down on your luck PA, just trying to get by so when Billy offers to pay you to pretend to date him, you can’t refuse. But the last thing you expect is for Billy to pull you into his secret world of lust and debauchery.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing noteworthy on this chapter just more cutesy fluff for now. There will be smutty themes throughout the story. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 5.9k

A/N : 😅😅😅they're both clueless, send help.

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Chapter Four

True to his word, Billy appeared from his office at exactly midday.

For a few seconds, you forced yourself to keep your attention focused on your laptop and the invoice you were trying to finish, but Billy didn’t seem to want to wait. Without any sort of warning, he moved towards your desk and closed your laptop, barely giving you time to pull back your hands.

“Mr Russo, I was -” you started to complain, eyes fixed on the hand that was still holding your laptop shut.

“I said lunch at midday. It’s twelve-o-one now,” he said, almost managing to sound playful.

“You can’t be serious, I need to -”

You stopped yourself when you realised he was holding out his hand to you, expecting you to take it so he could lead you to lunch. And, for reasons far beyond your understanding, you did. It didn’t even cross your mind that you could refuse him as he helped you to your feet and held your coat as you slipped it on.

You didn’t even really think about the way his hand found the small of your back and he moved you both towards the elevator.

When you dared to look at him, you found the strangest little smile on his lips. The whole thing felt surreal, almost so much so that you had to wonder if you’d fallen asleep at your desk.

But, if you were sleeping, your surreal dream quickly became a nightmare as the elevator paused on the fifth floor and Jenny, one of Anvil’s analysts (not to mention the biggest gossip in the building) stepped on. She flashed you a smile before her attention completely shifted to Billy.

“Good afternoon, Mr Russo,” she greeted cheerfully. And, of course she was cheerful - Billy’s hand was still on your back, giving her plenty to talk about once she stepped off on the third floor.

Billy returned her greeting, seemingly oblivious to what the smirk on her lips meant and how she probably felt like she was already bursting to tell someone what she’d just witnessed.

She was there for less than fifteen seconds, but it was more than long enough. The damage was done and, soon enough, everyone who hadn’t seen the photos on the gossip blog would know that there was something going on between you and Billy.

You slumped a little and let out a sigh as she stepped off the elevator, but Billy said nothing; either because he didn’t know or didn’t care about her reputation.

(Or, maybe, he was glad - gossip around the office would certainly help sell the lie.)

When you stepped out into the foyer with him, you forced a smile, giving Carl a little wave as you passed the security desk while Billy remained stuck to your side.

The moment you were outside, his hand dropped from your back and you felt his fingers brush against yours. Instinctively, you pulled your hand away, feeling your whole face start to warm. Looking at him, you expected to see annoyance but, instead there was something else, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

He waited a beat before asking; “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “Sorry, I’m just... still getting used to the idea of doing this at work.”

“I know,” he said, a hint of genuine regret in his voice. “I’m sorry it’s all so much, so fast. If we had more time...”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what more time would really change. It would still all result in the same thing; your co-workers looking at you like you didn’t deserve your job and believing that you were getting special treatment. At least this way, you supposed, the band-aid had been ripped off and the likelihood of it getting any worse was slim.

Instead of trying to placate him with some lie about it all being fine, you reached for his hand and took it in your own before leading him across the street and into The Bean Grinder.

He fell into step behind you, looking around the little coffee shop that he’d never bothered to set foot in before. You came to a stop in front of the refrigerators, browsing the food selection before settling on a panini. Billy followed your lead and grabbed something for himself. Then he watched with a thinly veiled curiosity while you made small talk with the barista preparing your drinks and heating your food.

Everyone in there knew who Billy was, even if he’d never darkened their door before and, if the looks you’d gotten that morning were anything to go by, they all knew who he was to you. (Who he was pretending to be to you.)

Soon enough you were sitting by the window, Billy sat opposite. You both fell into a strange sort of quiet, one that wasn’t quite  uncomfortable but that left you feeling like something should be said. 

But it wasn’t you that chose to break the silence.

“Can I ask you something?” He said.  You didn’t answer save for the slightest of nods, but it was all Billy needed to continue. “What is it about all of this that makes you so uncomfortable?”

You thought for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, I just don’t like other people being in my business.”

Billy gave a knowing hum as he lifted his panini and took a bite, his eyes remained fixed on you.

“I get it,” he said a few seconds later, “I guess I should’ve anticipated this.”

This? What did this mean? Was he already reconsidering the whole arrangement? 

For the few short moments he allowed you to spiral, you found yourself panicking. Surely things would be worse if he dropped you now; people would think you were like the other women he’d dated, or they’d assume that he'd only wanted you out of boredom, or worse pity. You wouldn’t be able to stay at Anvil, it would be too embarrassing, it would -

“I know you like to keep to yourself a lot,” Billy continued, not seeming to notice your discomfort. “I’m sorry, I should have at least tried to prepare you for what this is like.”

You waited a moment, waiting for him to drop the bombshell and tell you that he’d changed his mind. But it never came. 

“I just don’t know how you can stand them always wanting to know every little thing about you,” you finally said.

Billy shrugged. “I went from no one caring, to some people caring too much.” He paused to take another bite from his panini, prompting you to do the same. “At least we can try to control the narrative this way.”

You nodded and allowed another silence to fall while you both ate. Bily didn’t speak again until he saw you wrapping your fingers around your coffee mug, trying to warm them.

“Cold?”

“My hands are always cold,” you said.

You both returned your attentions to your respective lunches and you wondered if you should be doing more, trying to make conversation. Usually when you came into the little coffee shop for lunch, you were alone and you’d spend the whole hour reading or listening to a podcast on your phone and, while his company didn’t feel intrusive, you weren’t sure what to do with it.

“Do you like to run?” He asked, brushing crumbs from his lips.

“Only if I’m trying to get away from a bear.”

One of those strange laughs escaped him, the kind that seemed too real for what this was, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“Why?”

“I like to run through Central Park in the morning, I thought maybe you’d like to join me,” Billy offered. You know, like you were saying - doing fun things together,” he explained.

You didn’t need to stop and wonder if people would be paying attention to things like that. You knew for a fact that they did. Only a couple of months ago, your google alert had pinged with a very sweaty looking photo of him and some story about how he kept in shape since leaving the Marines - though, really, the article had been more focused on the fact that he still had a smoking hot body years after leaving the Marines.

“And that’s... fun for you? You asked after a beat, an almost teasing tone filling your voice. “Getting up early and running in the freezing cold?”

Billy smiled. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say half of the fun was stopping at the waffle truck on the other side of the park.”

The promise of waffles had you perking up.

“I guess we can try,” you offered, deciding it was only fair when you were dragging him to a movie festival you were certain he wouldn’t enjoy. “I haven’t really run anywhere since high school though...” 

You were already embarrassed, knowing that you’d look ridiculous trying to run with him. It wasn’t something you’d ever really thought about before, but just from looking at him, you knew Billy was in far better shape than you’d ever been.

But, at the same time, you tried to think of it as an opportunity. For years you’d been telling yourself that you should try to be a bit more active, even if it was just walking sometimes instead of always taking the subway. You’d just never really done more because the prospect of going to the gym or going to a yoga class on your own always felt a little daunting.

“We don’t have to run,” Billy said, somehow reading your mind, “we can just walk around the park.”

And that was how you ended up in Central Park at seven in the morning, shivering under your thick hoodie and wool hat. Billy was already there waiting for you, wearing a pair of fitted joggers that really accentuated his -

Okay. No. That was a thought you really didn’t want to think.

He smiled and, before you knew it, you were in his arms and he was  kissing you and... well, you weren’t sure it was something you were ever going to get used to. After only a couple of days, he was already going all in on the performance. It probably should have unsettled you just how easy it seemed to be for him, how he managed to turn on the charm and pretend like you were the most important person in the world to him.

But you chose not to think about it.

(Thinking about it meant wondering if he was a sociopath and that wouldn’t help you pay for your brother’s care.)

“Ready?”  He asked.

“Sure. I think?” 

You weren’t ready. Not even a little bit. All you could think about was how you were going to manage ten meters and then be so out of breath that you’d faint, or you’d clumsily manage to fall over your own feet and end up face-planting in front of him.

“Don’t look so nervous,” he said, going through the effort of fighting back a smirk, but he didn’t give you time to answer back before starting to move, “c’mon.”

He went slowly, more of a walk than a jog and you fell into step beside him.

“How far to the waffle truck?” You asked after about five minutes, smiling at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“We’ll get there sooner if you want to pick up the pace a little?”

You were feeling warmed up enough to go a little faster, though what you ended up doing was still barely a jog, but it felt - not nice, but bearable in a way you hadn’t expected. There was a familiar ache in your lungs, but you tried to ignore it. You knew your body well enough to know your limits in that regard.

Fifteen minutes was all you managed at the faster pace before you started to slow, sucking in deep and awkward breaths as Billy fell in beside you.

“Sorry,” you managed before awkwardly having to cover your mouth to cough, the cold air exacerbating the sudden ache in your lungs. 

Billy came to a complete standstill, his hand finding your shoulder as you tried to suppress a coughing fit. He bowed his head a little, trying to catch your gaze while you very obviously tried to look anywhere but at him, until his hand moved to your cold but clammy cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked, seeming more concerned than you thought he really had any right to be.

You nodded and tried to force a smile. “Fine. Sorry... told you it’s been a long time since -”

Another series of awkward coughs cut you off, leaving you gasping to catch your breath, while Billy awkwardly led you to a nearby bench and sat you down, crouching in front of you. Fortunately your face already felt like it was burning, so your embarrassment was slightly easier to ignore.

“Sorry,” you offered again.

“Don’t apologise. Why are you apologising?”

You didn’t expect to see concern on his face, or feel the warmth of his hand on your thigh bleeding through your leggings. 

Once your breathing settled a little and you were certain you wouldn’t start coughing again, you gave him a sheepish sort of look.

“I’m -”

“I told you, don’t apologise.”

“But I -” 

Just one look from him was enough to stop you from finishing the statement.

“Are you okay?” He asked this time slightly more firmly, his his hand still lightly gripping your thigh, and his eyes - fuck, his dark eyes were fixed on yours.

You managed a nod. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

For a few long, uncomfortable seconds he continued to look at you as if he didn’t believe you, but he seemed to decide against asking what might be wrong.

“Want to go get some waffles and a coffee?” He asked and, again, you nodded. “C’mon then.”

Billy slowly, reluctantly, stood back up and offered you his hand, and you took it without really thinking. 

You got to your feet and tried to ignore the sudden tension in his body, the way he was looking at you like he was worried he might have to catch you if you fell. You wanted to tell him that you were fine, that you’d overdone it a little, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to explain it to him, didn’t want to have to tell him more about yourself than was strictly necessary.

With your hand in his, the pair of you walked the rest of the way across the park to the waffle truck. You could tell from the little looks Billy was giving you that he wanted to ask if you were alright,  but you were glad when he didn’t.

Instead, what he did say when the pair of you were finally standing at a table with hot  waffles and coffee was; “we don’t have to do this again if you don’t want.”

And, again, you felt that awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“No,” you protested, perhaps a little too quickly. “I want to. I just... I think I overestimated myself. Maybe we could just try walking next time? I mean... if that’s okay? I don’t want to ruin your exercise routine or anything.”

The moment you realised you were babbling, you stopped yourself and quickly took a bite of waffle, pointedly trying to ignore the way Billy was smiling at you.

You wondered if he knew he was doing it, if it was all part of the act, or if that was just how he was with everyone and you’d only just allowed yourself to notice.. Already you were starting to understand how he charmed so many women, there was just something about him, something magnetic.

If you hadn’t been a party to the lie, you couldn’t help but think how easily you might have fallen for his charms.

“We can walk,” he said without a second thought. “I don’t think six months of walking is going to destroy my figure.

You decided not to comment on that. In fact, you were still very much making a point of not thinking about his figure at all.

It got easier. Not just the morning not-runs, but being around him, spending time with him - though you still struggled every time you saw your picture pop up on some gossip blog.

You fell into a rhythm with him, your lives slotting together in the strangest of ways; lunches together whenever he was in the office for it, walking through the park every other morning, and he even managed to convince you to let him take you out to dinner a couple more times.

You’d talk about books and movies, the news, and other little things that didn’t affect your lives in any meaningful way. But, every now and then, one of you would open up and let slip something real without seeming to mean to. It was how you’d found out that he’d grown up in foster care, and how he learned that you’d mostly been raised by your aunt.

In less than two weeks, he’d gone from being your boss to being someone who, under any other circumstances, you would have considered a friend. And, if you hadn’t known any better, you might have convinced yourself that you really were in a relationship with him.

And the pair of you had managed to convince everyone else.

By the time the horror movie festival rolled around, you were so comfortable with his presence that you were almost looking forward to spending the whole day with him, even if that day would be spent in a movie theatre, making him watch movies you were sure he wouldn’t enjoy.

Shivering, you looked at your watch before checking your phone. 

The first movie was due to start in fifteen minutes and he still wasn’t there. For a horrible moment you dared to think he was going to stand you up, that he’d had enough of you and the ridiculous scheme.

The thought hurt even though you knew that there was nothing between you, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought about what would happen after everything, the harder it became to deny that you’d miss him. 

Even if he was only showing you some small part of himself, you liked that piece. You liked his silly jokes and how utterly clueless he seemed sometimes, and you loved sitting with him and just listening to him talk about books. You enjoyed being around him and you hoped that he felt the same way about you.

So, when his driver pulled up outside the theatre, you breathed an audible sigh of relief, replacing the anxious look on your face with a smile as you moved to greet him.

Billy met you halfway, smiling that smile as he wrapped an arm around you and kissed you. And that was something you were getting used to too; how tactile he was and how he always seemed more at ease when he was touching you.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he pulled back, leaving one arm around you while the other arm lifted to present you with a bag. “I stopped off to get you something.”

For a few seconds all you could do was stare at the fancy looking boutique bag in his hand (from the same boutique the dress had come from) before frowning at him.

“You got me a present?”

He didn’t answer, just shook the bag, waiting for you to take it.

So you did.

Cautiously, you peered inside, pulling aside the tissue paper before pulling out a pair of fleece-lined leather gloves. Your first thought was about how much they probably cost, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sweetness of the gesture. It had been almost two weeks since you’d made the comment about your hands always being cold, and he’d seemingly remembered.

Your cheeks warmed at the gesture and you found yourself lost for words.

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked.

You did, immediately noticing how he’d made sure to remove the tags and hadn’t left the receipt in the bag. They were perfect - the perfect fit, the softest lining, and the light grey colour complimented your coat. (You were starting to think that Billy had missed his calling as a stylist.)

Still; “you shouldn’t have.”

Again there was that flicker of confusion and discomfort on his face, like he wasn’t capable of understanding that you didn’t need or want him to shower you with expensive things.

“But they’re lovely,” you quickly added. “Thank you, Billy.”

You reached for him, lightly grasping the lapel of his coat as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Despite yourself, you lingered for a moment, pressed against his side.

“C’mon, or we’ll miss the first movie,” you finally said, reaching for his hand and tugging him inside the little theatre. 

As you queued for popcorn, you explained that you’d taken the liberty of planning the day, choosing the four movies that you were going to watch; The Omen, Pet Sematary (the original version), Dog Soldiers, and the 1988 remake of The Blob. Billy had no objections and didn’t even ask why you’d selected those movies.

He just followed your lead, not-so-sneakily reaching into your popcorn bucket as you pulled him towards the first screening.

Throughout The Omen, you snuck glances at him, finding yourself amused by how much attention he was giving the movie. You wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that you’d told him it was one of your favourites, or if it was just because he was genuinely enjoying it. His attacks on your popcorn bucket became more brazen and it wasn’t long before he was taking handfuls every time he reached across, but you didn’t mind.

Neither of you spoke until the credits started to roll.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“Well, there’s two sequels,” you answered, barely holding back a laugh at the look on his face.

“Great, now I’m going to have to watch them too,” he grumbled.

The next movie, the original version of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary, was a more amusing affair, both of you desperately trying to stifle your laughter at the very dated special effects and the very obvious use of a doll as a stand-in for the demonic toddler in some scenes.

Every so often, Billy would nudge you with his elbow, smirking at something that had you rolling your eyes and trying to not burst into fits of giggles. But, as silly as it was, you both enjoyed it.

During the brief break between screenings you both got coffee and you got another bucket of popcorn - you offered to get one for Billy too, but he told you that he’d much rather steal yours. You didn’t even argue. You were just happy that he seemed to be having fun.

The next movie seemed to catch Billy’s attention a little more and it didn’t take much for you to think you knew why; Dog Soldiers was about a squad of British soldiers trying to survive a  night in the woods with werewolves.

You thought - though maybe in all honesty you completely imagined it - that you saw him flinch when the gory violence started. And it wasn’t until that moment that you realised you hadn’t considered Billy’s past when you chose to see that particular movie. You’d never really discussed his time in the Marines and you had no idea how it might have affected him, but it was something you should have considered before dragging him to watch a movie where soldiers were getting torn apart.

Without thinking too much about it, you reached across and took his hand in your, linking your fingers through his. Billy didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look away from the screen, he just gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as if he thought the gesture was for your comfort and not his.

As the movie came to an end, neither of you said anything about it and, as the 1988 remake of The Blob started to play, you were glad that he didn’t let go.

While you’d enjoyed the other three movies, there was something about The Blob that unsettled you, made you feel queasy even. Just the sight of people being smothered and devoured by the gelatinous monster had you shifting in your seat, your fingers tightening around his hand.

You didn’t want to think about why the movie made you feel that way, but you quickly started averting your gaze every time you thought someone was about to get Blob’d.

Your discomfort hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Billy had the good grace to wait until the credits were rolling before saying anything about it.

He gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow, making a point of keeping your hand in his.

“You’re fine with blood and gore but The Blob made you squirm?” He asked, obviously amused by the thought.

“It just looked so... gooey and gross,” you tried to explain, knowing that you couldn’t really put your actual feelings into words.

Just thinking about it had you visibly cringing. Billy almost laughed but thought better of it, realising just how uncomfortable you’d been. Instead, he shook his head and reached into the popcorn bucket with his free hand only to find it empty.

“Well, you clearly weren’t so grossed out that you couldn’t eat all the popcorn,” he joked, smiling softly, trying to cheer you up.

And it helped. You weren’t the sort of person to let a movie affect you for more than a few minutes; like all the other things that bothered you, The Blob was forced to the back of your mind and your attention was redirected to Billy.

“I’ll buy you another bucket for on the way home,” you retorted as you got to your feet and started to pull your coat on.

Billy followed suit and it wasn’t long before the pair of you were stepping out into the cold evening air. The fresh air was nice after so long inside, but the chill had you pressing into Billy’s side.

“So, what did you think?” You asked.

“I liked the one with the werewolves,” he said.

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if that one was a little...” you trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“What?” Billy prompted, wrapping his arm around you when he noticed you were shivering.

“Y’know, the military stuff. I wasn’t sure if you’d...”

You felt silly, and you could feel your cheeks warming. His arm tightened around you, and you heard him let out a  slow exhale that almost sounded like a ‘huh’, finally understanding why you’d taken his hand during the film.

“No, it was fine,” he said after a beat, “I’m not - I mean, things like that don’t tend to get to me.”

“Oh, okay,” you said. “I just - I should’ve asked, I didn’t think -”

“Seriously, it’s fine,” he said, still smiling softly. “You don’t need to look after me.”

You hadn’t even realised that was what you were doing but, when faced with the very obvious truth of the matter, it was impossible to deny it. You were trying to look after him. It was just what you did, you looked after the people you cared about.

And you did care about Billy. You weren’t sure how or why, but he was a friend now.

He continued talking, but you found your attention drawn elsewhere to something else - someone else. Across the street there was a camera pointed at the pair of you. It served as a sudden reminder that this wasn’t real and whatever you felt about Billy probably wasn’t reciprocated.

No matter how much fun you thought you were having together, he was only really there because he wanted the VDK contract.

You needed to remind yourself not to get used to any of it because, at the end of your six months, he’d probably want to go back to his normal life - a life that had no space in it for you.

You let out a soft sigh and it didn’t go unnoticed.

His gaze soon followed yours and he let out a sigh of his own.

“Sorry,” he muttered before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

The gesture might have felt sweeter if you hadn’t been questioning his motivations; was he doing it for you, or for the camera?

“It’s fine,” you answered, suddenly feeling despondent, “I knew what I was getting into.”

Again, his arm gave you a squeeze and he started to lead you towards the car.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he said, opening the car door for you and saving his driver the job.

You wanted to believe him, but for a few wonderful hours, you’d allowed yourself to almost forget about the reality of your situation. Even if he had enjoyed it, you doubted he had any intention of ever doing it again.

“Maybe we could watch the other Omen movies together some time?” He said as he got into the car beside you.

“Sure.”

Once you started, it was easy to spiral, to wonder if he was performing as much for you as everyone else

It shouldn’t have mattered to you. Like you’d told him only a couple of minutes previous, you’d known what you were getting into. But, still, it was depressing to think that it was all fake, that every smile and soft word was a lie.

“You okay?” He asked over the hum of the car engine.

“Yeah, just tired,” you shrugged, “it’s been a long day.”

Billy didn’t press you for more than that, allowing silence to fall until the car came to a stop outside your building.

You didn’t even try to argue as Billy got out of the car with you and took your hand. Every time he brought you home, he insisted on walking you in and, now, for reasons beyond your control, all you could think about was that he was only doing it so his driver thought the two of you were going upstairs to fuck.

And you hated it. You hated how one silly little thought had suddenly turned everything on its head and was making you tear apart every little moment that you spent with him.

He didn’t speak again until you were both in your apartment, and you were automatically moving towards the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for both of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

It was clear from his tone that he knew there was something going on with you, but he hadn’t managed to put it together.

“It’s nothing,” you said, but could tell straight away that he didn’t buy it. “It’s stupid, I’m being stupid.”

You didn’t expect him to move behind you as you turned away, or for him to place a hand on your hip to turn you back towards him. Your back pressed against the kitchen counter as you looked at him, trying to decipher his expression.

“Tell me,” he said.

For a moment you almost imagined that you saw his eyes dropping to your lips, but why would he even think about kissing you when there was no one around to see it? (More to the point, why were you even wasting time thinking about it?)

You sighed, taking a moment to consider your words, and a moment more to ignore just how close he was standing.

“How much of it is real?” You dared to ask, feeling like an idiot the moment the words left your lips.

Billy’s confusion was palpable.

“How much of -” he shook his head. “I don’t understand. This is -”

“No, I know what this is,” you were quick to tell him. “I mean... you, when we’re together. I just...” You trailed off into a sigh and remained quiet for a few seconds. “Sometimes when I’m with you I can’t tell if you’re lying to me.”

Your cheeks started to warm and you had to force yourself to hold his gaze.

“I don’t understand,” he said again.

“I just... I don’t want you to lie to me or feel like you need to perform for me,” you explained, but the confusion remained clear on his face. “Like when you said you had fun today, I don’t even know if -”

“I did have fun today,” Billy interrupted. “I - I like spending time with you.”

“Oh.”

That one little sound was all you could manage and, for an indeterminate amount of time, you didn’t move. And neither did Billy. His hand was still on your hip, and his eyes were fixed on yours.

Then, again, you thought you saw his eyes drop to your lips.

It wasn’t until the coffee pot behind you started to sputter that Billy pulled away, taking a step back and heading to the fridge to grab some milk for your coffee. You turned away and grabbed a couple of mugs, and it was as if the strange moment had never happened.

You were on autopilot, finishing making the drink while Billy put the milk back in the fridge, then the pair of you headed to the sofa, like you always did.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

No, you really didn’t want to talk about it, but you knew that you should. It had only been two weeks, what you’d managed to achieve so far was only the groundwork, and you couldn’t spend the next five months questioning his every motivation without driving yourself insane.

You blew lightly on your coffee, lost in thought for a few moments, trying to put all of your ridiculous feelings into words.

“I guess I just don’t want you to lie to me,” you said.

“Lie about what?”

“Spending time with me,” you answered, fixing your eyes on your drink. “I get that we don’t exactly like the same sorts of things, but I don’t want you to lie to me about it. It makes me feel shitty thinking that you might not really be enjoying yourself. I know it’s all pretend, but if you hate it, I’d rather know...”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that,” he said without hesitation. “I told you, I like spending time with you, even if our relationship isn’t real. But, going forward, just so we’re clear; I won’t lie to you. And, I hope you won’t lie to me, especially not when it’s just me and you.”

“So you want to watch the other Omen movies some time?”

Billy laughed, and you finally felt yourself relax. “I have to. I want to know what happens next.”

You gave a laugh of your own before drifting back into silence. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said that you were tired. As much as you loved movies, watching four back-to-back really took it out of you.

“We’ve got the gala on Friday,” he said when his mug was half empty. “Do you think you’re ready for it?”

You’d been trying not to think about it at all.

It was going to be an extravagant affair, with titans of industry from all over New York raising money for charity. You’d never been to anything like it and you were already certain that you were going to stick out like a sore thumb, but there were bound to be members of the Van Der Koy family there, and you needed to help convince them that Billy was a changed man.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you answered.

A/N : I promise that there will be a bit more movement on the plot in the next chapter, I just needed to lay the ground work and create some tension between Billy and reader (that and I've been enjoying the cutesy fluff). But, now that they've established their fake relationship, they're going to get to flaunt it next chapter.

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[mangeur-detoiles]

Aaliyah & Cruz | Special Ops: Lioness

It’s incredibly moving to see Cruz experience joy, happiness, tenderness, love, and the feeling of being important to someone, even as her conflicting loyalties between her mission and their relationship weigh heavily on her.

[waokevale]

Introducing Follower gang!

There. Finally did all the Bishops follower designs!

The 7 deadly sins

And some other follower gang, done with lineart this time because the other 2 pieces made me lose my soul for how long they took.

(Also a small HC if I may: Dr. Sozonius is trapped inside the mushroom on Sozos head, while the actual mushroom is controlling his body)

+ some more doodles

Info about the 7 Sins and more doodles below:

Jeg represents Greed - he was one of the first of Lamb's followers. (At first, it was very difficult for Lambert to indoctrinate people, due to their inexperience, this guy was like the 5th or so) Jeg has...a very specific personality to say the least, yet the Lamb can't help but be fond of him. They eventually nominate him the Tax enforcer role and...That might've been the worst decision of their life. But they did not take the role away. Jeg acts smug 24/7 and relishes in his new power, but deep down, dudes pretty insecure, ( but don't tell anyone!) He used to have a huge crush on the lamb, but then Narinder and eventually the other bishops came, and since their leader was for some reason head over heels for the ex god of death, Jeg grew bitter and often got into fights with Nari, as well as charging him and his other siblings more than the average follower. Though he's mostly mellowed out since then.

Brash represents Gluttony They despise Helob, since they used to fight for "food" a lot, and eventually Brash got really injured and was found by the Lamb. She tried to eat them, but was quickly disarmed. Despite this, they decided to spare him and bring his sorry ass back to the cult to indoctrinate. They were very cunning and didn't trust the lamb either, but eventually they cooled off and accepted the new life. She still eats people tho, just not from the cult, otherwise jail or *worse*

Yara represents Pride She is one of the core followers. She's very strict and somewhat self-centered, she likes things done her way, or if not her way, the lambs way. Period. No one else can boss her around or even give a helpful advice. She's actually a pretty stand up deer, and despite being incredibly stubborn still makes a good friend. She gets along with most people though Brash annoys her, since he keeps snatching body parts off corpses. She has always been extremely devoted to the lamb and will be annoyed if any follower dissents and tries to preach against them. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when they eventually took down all the bishops.

Thorn represents Envy He had a pretty terrible life before the cult. When he was brought in, she was bitter about her newfound situation. He wasn't very trusting of the lamb and thought they expected something out of her (which technically they did, but it's just work). He envies the fools who are so oblivious and just do everything as they're told and let their lives be guided by some amateur god. Similar to the other two, he puts on a mask, He often acts overly saccharine to hide his true feelings, but doesn't have any bad intentions. (Most of the time) She does genuinely like some people, but others, he only pretends to like to appease the lamb or to blackmail them. He hates when the people he actually cares about are threatened.

Jermo represents Wrath Jermo absolutely does not trust anyone. Similar to Thorn, and most other followers tbh, their life was absolutely horrible prior to the cult. They trusted some people, they got betrayed, and almost died several times because of it. It was extremely difficult for the lamb to make them stop dissenting. They legit had to give them the loyalty necklace in order for them to finally stop dissenting. Jermo keeps getting into fights with other followers, because they feel as though everyone is always against them or is constantly judging them. (They're technically not wrong) They've died 5 times, because they keep getting into fights with other followers. Lamb strongly considered keeping them dead, but decided to challenge themself with them (also they're too cuddly to just be killed off) Despite their many, *many* flaws, Thorn has a huge crush on them, since he's one of the people who managed to see their soft side. Jermo, deep, deep, deep down actually cares a lot, but they've been hurt too much by everyone, so they retaliate for the same stuff to not repeat.

Herett represents Lust At some point, she passingly heard about the cult and since it seemed like a peaceful place from the rumors (and also had hot people in it) she eagerly joined in. She's usually in the kitchen area, if not hanging around the love tent or babysitting some kids. She crushes on almost everyone, but for some reason she hates Kallamar (legit in my actual game she rejected him so hard, despite having the lustful trait and not caring prior)

Mateo represents Sloth Is perhaps the 1st or 2nd of Lambs followers, so they're absolutely not letting go of him, dudes lived 4 long lives and is tired of it, he keeps switching jobs since with age he's been slacking off more. He's currently stuck as a janitor (he hates it) He's also one of the few people who managed to befriend Jermo, his mellow, don't care attitude is somewhat comforting to them. Aside that, he gets along with almost everyone, as best as he can at least.

Not much else to say about the gang in the third pic but Riley and Dannie are platonic bffs and were forced to babysit kids when the lamb was crusading. The lamb was a little incompetent here to give carnivores children to take care of, but thankfully they actually managed to be good with them and got used to being on nanny duty.

The capybara (Beige) is a retired teacher and adopted a little owlet to take care of (Chip)

While Femur is our below yellow cat, and that's my HC name for him. He's a gatherer here.

[love-byers]

DM-GATE (a st/byler theory)

if you saw this last night, strap in. because this post is about that

so me and @reo-bylerwagon were talking about how weird mike's dialogue is in s4, specifically in his monologue. it's so....corny. his monologue just doesn't sound like stranger things. mike just doesn't talk like that ever. characters who are overly dramatic and corny are made fun of by other characters. the show just doesn't train you to accept something as corny as mike's monologue, especially from MIKE. mike just isn't that kind of character.

we also pointed this dramatic dialogue between mike and will in the van. will's monologue to mike is very sweet but the dialogue is kind of corny too. will compares mike to a knight in shining armor, leading and inspiring as the heart of the party.

and i, in a moment of completely oblivious genius, said "honestly in the monologue he uses the same voice he does when he's dm"

if you don't know what dm is, it means dungeon master. the dungeon master is the one in dnd who leads the adventure, the organizer.

this is the role mike has in season 1 when they're playing dnd. will is also dm in s3 when they briefly play, right before the byler rain fight. eddie is the only other character we see be dm.

dms have to be eccentric, they have to act. they have to be convincing. they have to lead and guide.

in the painting will gives mike, the party are depicted as their dnd characters. so no one can even say this isn't connected to dnd.

"See how you're leading us? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That's what you do.

See your coat of arms here? It's a heart. I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this whole party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart."

in the monologue when will calls back to their conversation in the van, this is symbolic of mike reverting back to his role as dungeon master, as leader. if mike has to lie in the monologue, of course he would pull from a role he's played where he makes things up and sounds convincing.

@reo-bylerwagon gave the best line ever, "he's being the mike in the painting"

and the craziest part is that's CANON. mike is inspired by what will says, he takes it to heart. he feels more confident. he tries to be the mike in the painting. it should be easy, to speak from his heart to el, but it's not, because he's not in love with her. in the monologue, mike is doing the same thing he does when he's dm. he's performing. he's trying to be convincing. he's trying to guide, to inspire.

also, @reo-bylerwagon said that will pushing mike to giving the monologue is giving "MIKE YOUR ACTION!!" WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE😭😭

after this realization i went back and watched the scenes where mike is dming. the VERY FIRST LINE OF DIALOGUE we hear in the show is mike dming. "Something is coming, something hungry for blood." and the second line?

i could never put a finger on why mikes language in the monologue seemed so weird. it's because he's talking like a dm. he's using the dramatic language dms use during a dnd session.

@reo-bylerwagon also pointed out that mike and will are piggybacking off of dnd to save el. everyone in the final fight was piggybacking.

will set the stage, mike executed. 

also, i mentioned the only other character see be dm besides mike and will is eddie.

and what is eddie's big moment in s4?

Master of Puppets.

MASTER. OF PUPPETS. DUNGEON MASTER. DUDE.

and another thing

we've all seen this, but it's not only that mike and will's characters are on the book.

it's a dungeon masters guide.

with mike and will's characters on it.

mike and will. the only party members we've seen be dungeon masters.

COME THE FUCK ON.

AND ANOTHER THING

"Dude, that's the donation box."

"I know, I'll just use yours when I come back. I mean...if we still wanna play."

"Well yeah but...what if you want to join another party?"

"Not possible."

this is a dm i got like 2 years ago that changed my brain chemistry:

this is NOT a reach. everything in st is compared to dnd. the duffers are massive dnd nerds. it is not unbelievable that they'd connect this to dnd as well.

[gyubakeries]

❆ 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❆ | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑

❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 2: ice-skating | y.jh

a/n: welcome to day 2!! big thanks to sousy for helping me brainstorm! hope you guys like this one <33

word count: 1.1k contents: jeonghan x gn!reader , established relationship , ice-skating , jeonghan is a little shit , reader cannot ice-skate , fluff , crack , christmas fun

"we are not going ice-skating," you shake your head firmly, and jeonghan lets out a whine.

"we went to the couple's cooking class last weekend even though i can't cook for shit!" jeonghan points out. "why can't we go ice-skating today?"

"because you're actually good at it!" you explain. "you're just gonna laugh at me when i fall on my ass."

"i won't let you fall, love," jeonghan smiles, his eyes carrying a glint of mischief. "no promises about the laughter though."

"yeah, my answer is still a no," you repeat stubbornly, crossing your arms.

"come on, y/n," jeonghan nearly begs. "at least try it! i'll hold you through it all and won't let you get hurt. you trust me, don't you?"

when jeonghan tilts his head that way, and uses that tone of his voice on you, it takes very little for your decision to change.

"fine. ice-skating it is."

—

upon arriving at the skating rink, your nerves act up. the pit of your stomach bubbles with anxiety, and jeonghan seems oblivious to it all, dragging you further into the rink with a content smile.

it's alright, you convince yourself. it won't be that bad. i'm doing this for jeonghan.

your boyfriend may be downright evil sometimes, but you know his love for you is real, which is why you whole-heartedly trust him to keep you safe on the rink.

"okay, i picked out your skates. tell me if they're too tight or loose okay?" jeonghan's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look down at the skates and gulp.

"y/n? if you don't wanna do it, we can just catch a movie or something," jeonghan offers, seeing how nervous you look.

"no!" you immediately reply, sitting down on a bench to pull the skates on. "i'm just a little tense, but it's alright! i promise."

"okay," jeonghan smiles, kissing your cheek as a token of comfort. "just let me know if you wanna leave anytime, yeah?"

you nod, and the both of you busy yourselves with tying on the skates.

yeah, this was gonna be one interesting day.

—

for all the fuss you made before getting on the ice, you felt surprisingly calm when you entered the rink.

up until you had to let go of the railing.

"jeonghan! i swear if you leave my hand-" you nearly shriek, not caring that there are so many other people on the rink.

"i told you i won't let you go!" jeonghan laughs. "now leave the railing. let's move around a bit."

you grip onto his hand tightly and follow his instructions on how to slowly move on the ice. it's difficult for you, as a first-timer. the skates are heavy, you're barely able to maintain your balance, and the slippery ice isn't helping either.

"y/n, darling, don't be scared," jeonghan assures you, skating over and standing right in front of you. he takes both your hands in his to steady you. "let's try moving slowly, yeah? you'll get the hang of it soon."

"easy for you to say," you huff. "you look like you skate better on ice than walk on normal land."

"you flatter me," jeonghan smiles bashfully, and you roll your eyes at his attempt to act shy.

jeonghan, true to his word, holds on to you as you start skating around the perimeter of the rink. as the minutes pass, you feel more and more confident to start moving on your own.

"i think i wanna try without holding you," you tell jeonghan after half an hour passes, and jeonghan slowly moves away from you, hands outstretched to catch you if you fell.

bravely, you take a few steps forward, thrilled at the fact that you haven't immediately crashed to the ground. you start taking bigger strides.

then you make a big mistake.

caught up in the joy of being able to maintain your balance, you abruptly turn around to face jeonghan, which is when you feel your foot slip, and soon, your ass is meeting the cold ice with a thud.

"shit," you groan, and then, you hear jeonghan bursting into laughter.

he's doubled over and clutching at his stomach at your predicament. there are tears pooling in his eyes as he continues laughing maniacally.

"han!" you call out, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed. "you promised you wouldn’t laugh!"

"that’s exactly what i didn't promise to you, babe," jeonghan wheezes, finally catching his breath. "i'm sorry love, i couldn't help it. you look so adorable right now."

"yeah, sure. a grown-ass person landing on their ass in the middle of a skating rink is adorable," you grumble. "now, are you going to help me up?"

"of course, baby," jeonghan snaps into action, zooming over to you and picking you up from the floor. you hold onto him with a vice-like grip until he gently pushes you over to the railing to take support.

"i'm gonna stay here for a while," you tell jeonghan, gripping onto the railing. "you should go skate for a while. you've just been babysitting me the whole time."

"and i enioyed every second of it," jeonghan winks. "especially the part when you fell."

"just wait till we're back on solid ground, jeonghan," you glare at him. "i'll take my revenge."

"i'll look forward to it," he chuckles, but then his eyes soften and expression turns serious. "you sure you'll be okay here?"

"i'll be fine, don't worry," you assure him. "now go skate; i want to see how good you are."

"sit back and enjoy the show," he smiles smugly, and then he's gliding across the ice while you stay by the railing trying to steady yourself. you watch in awe as jeonghan effortlessly skates all over the rink, yet his eyes are only trained on you.

and it works as a form of silent encouragement, because you muster the courage to push off from the railing and slowly skate over to jeonghan, managing to hold yourself upright and steady.

when you're within his arms reach, you let out a laugh, feeling proud of yourself. "oh my god. oh my god! i did it! did you see that? i didn't fall!" you exclaim, and jeonghan only watches you with fond eyes as you celebrate your little victory, spinning around the rink in circles.

(there's a small girl at the rink who sees jeonghan gaze at you with love in his eyes as you try to race him from one end of the rink to the other.

she can only hope that someone loves her this dearly when she grows up too.)

- fin.

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[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 13

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: thirteen

part one here

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liked by ellatoone, alessiarusso99, leahwilliamsonn and 5000 others

yourusername: i'm so proud of you guys!! euros champions wooh!! 🤍💙

lottewubbenmoy: 💙💙

ellatoone: tysm!!

alessiarusso99: 💙💙💙

leahwilliamsonn: nahh what is that photo of me ↳ yourusername: lookin buzzin ↳ ellatoone: buzzin fr

stanwaygeorgia: still can't believe you wore that old rusty metal's jersey instead of mine 😔 ↳ lucybronze: it's because i'm her fav ↳ stanwaygeorgia: you wished

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(doing a bit of timeskip and let's pretend it's been like around two months since the euros bcuz yeah)

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ guys look at what leah and i found this morning

stairway YOU GUYS WENT WITHOUT ME ?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ well i was gonna offer you but leah said you were busy

stairway WHAT NO I WASNT

willlybum oh well that's so sad

earpsy so this is why you were late to training

willybum i forgot we had training

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ more like wanted to forgot

willybum oi don't expose me like that

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ :)) so how's training going

neev y/n save me from this torture we'll go to nandos together and drag jessie along too

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev added flaming hot

flaming hot stoppp not this nickname 😭😭 and we can't go to that nandos place anymore did you two forget? we're banned from last time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and who's fault was that miss flaming hot

flaming hot i blame niamh for all that

neev bruh you were literally the one that said you could handle the flaming hot sauce fleming and then practically screamed dramatically about how you were dying which got us kicked out

flaming hot I WAS NOT DRAMATIC AND YOU WERE THE ONE THAT PEER PRESSURED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ it was incredibly funny ngl i mean you couldn't really tell the difference from jessie's face and her national jersey colour

flaming hot stop ittt you two are meanies it literally wasn't that bad i recovered fine

neev um you were literally crying the whole day jessie

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and we had to buy you like twenty iced drinks for you to finally cool down

look this is you finally calming down after your twelfth drink

neev yeah not our fault you can't handle any spice flaming hot fleming but we're still kidnapping you and taking you to another nandos place tonight

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ we sure are

flaming hot i'm gonna pull a houdini

lotte oooh i wanna come along to nandos!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're very welcome to

stairway me too!

neev absolutely not

stairway excuse you how can lotte come with you guys but not me?!

neev bcuz she isn't annoying like you are

stairway

neev

elton no wayy you guys

willybum oh my god i do not have the effort for this today what is she going to say

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no

the REAL karate kid

ona batlle uh should i be scared?

kie very much

flaming hot what is happening?

stairway

elton did you guys know that you can lick someone's elbow (also known as their wenis) and they can't feel it

lotte righttt of course i needed to know this

flaming hot HELP WHAT 😭😭

neev the fact that i just saw georgia look at me after reading that seriously concerns me

the REAL karate kid unfortunately it's true 😭😭 she licked my wenis

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ..... yeah i have no words

ona batlle 😭😭

steph what the hell 😭😭

rusty metal i wondered why everyone stopped working out and started looking at each other ella, i do not wanna know why you know that, and can everyone stop trying to lick each other's elbows it's freaking me out 😭😭

kie i'm convinced ella has no thoughts behind those eyes it is just elevator music. on repeat. all day. every day.

stairway i think lucy's wenis needs a licky lick

rusty metal georgia get the hell away from me

elton ALSO if you look at any object near you right now you know in your head what it would feel like when you lick it like the texture and stuff

mccard nahh that's insane i haven't licked everything near me so why would i know how it would feel?

lotte why did i just see rachel and millie taking glances at each other

rusty metal GEARGIA ISTG DONT YOU DARE TAKE A STEP TOWARDS ME CAN YOU ALL PLS STOP TRYING TO LICK THINGS WITH YOUR IMAGINATIONS Y'ALL ARE FESTY OMG 😭😭

esme NAAAHHHHH WHY DID NIAMH ACTUALLY JUST LICK SOME STUFF TO CONFIRM IF SHE IMAGINED IT RIGHT THIS IS SO WRONG 😭😭😭

flaming hot of course she would do that 😭😭

meado

steph is this just a daily occurrence for you guys? is this normal?

door knob i'm sad to admit that it is

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i'm kinda glad i'm not near any of this rn

flaming hot fr

neev well i wanted to know if my brain was tricking me or not

esme you didn't need to lick it tho mate 😭😭

neev

alex nahh i'm done i'm leaving the gym just saw daly start walking towards bright like she was preparing to lick her i can't witness this today 😭😭

kie why am i not surprised that it's ella that started this again?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

ona batlle amen to that

steph seconded so glad kyra and charli aren't in this chat to contribute to this chaos omg

flaming hot amen fr 😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg kyra and cha cha! we need to add em in here too

stairway wait a sec y/n YOURE NOT BRITISH?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nopee lived in england almost all my life but proud aussie here 💪🇦🇺

steph ayeee 🇦🇺

willybum i cannot believe this

elton you're an imposter fr

neev and here we thought you were one of us

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ heyy i am an honourary lioness member isn't like lessi half italian?

thet REAL karate kid yeah?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ see and she's playing for england i can support both the lionesses and tillies

willybum okay but now that the wsl is starting the more important question is which club do you support?

stairway oh yeah

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh uhh i gtg do something really important rn talk to you guys later! bye!

neev y/nnnnn dont forget our nandos!! i'll be waiting!!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i won't! better be prepared fleming

flaming hot oh no

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part fourteen here

[welcometoyunosworld]

It's fine to ask for help, right?

𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐢-𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠 / 𝐆-𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐭. 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐁𝐚𝐞 / 𝐓𝐚𝐞-𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 / 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘪-𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘛𝘢𝘦-𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘑𝘪-𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴

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“Alright good work, everyone!!” The choreographer said as she gave you a nod of approval, you did very well today. All smiles and very energized for this rehearsal. The other members of your group was so damn confused because you'd usually get a nasty glare from the choreographer because of your lack of energy and smiles for rehearsals, so they've been wondering their asses off why are you suddenly up for the rehearsals today.

While you could care less, your mind was too full of 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴, aka 𝗚-𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡. You definitely have been crushing over him, yeah you met him a few times and even became friends with him too, and his childhood best friend Tae-yang. It was the best day of your life alright, your heart was pounding, your face felt a little warm.

“Are you blushing??”

Tae-yang muttered as he smirked at your face, contorting in shock and then embarrassment at the realization you were actually blushing. Oh yeah, BigBang was here too, actually they were supposed to he in the other room but they're here, watching you and your group do it's magic. All your confidence and self-esteem started crumbling away the moment your eyes landed on Ji-yong who was observing the place with a curious look in his eyes.

“Tae-yang?! What are you guys doing here?” You whisper-yelled, making Tae-yang giggle and nudge your shoulder gently. “Come on, this is your chance to impress him.” He whispered to you, oh of course Tae-yang knew you have a crush on Ji-yong. He teased you about it but he didn't tell Ji-yong, but he would give out the most risky hints, but Ji-yong was oblivious about it.. He would brush it off with a chuckle or simply shake his head, worse, ignore it.

“Dong Young-bae don't you dare!—”

Tae-yang gently shoved you back in your respective place and the music starts, because Dae-sung is there who is scooting away like he didn't just turned the music on. You had no other choice but to dance because right now, they were in charge as they claim it to be. With Tae-yang giving you the most annoying smirk, Dae-sung just smiling innocently like he didn't had this planned at all. You sighed and decided it's rehearsal anyway, you're not gonna let your shyness shatter you now. You gotta show them who you are.

“Y/n?” Tae-yang pats your shoulder, everyone else has left. You're still here, just sitting and staring into space for the past fifteen minutes, thinking about how to approach Ji-yong again like you used to, because you know damn well he was oblivious about your feelings and he considered you as a good friend. As nuch as it hurts, it's true. You really wish you'd be able to express yourself more without being judged so much, too bad Knetz won't even spare you. The thought really makes your brain lag and chest ache.

“Come on, you did your best today. So i was thinking of inviting you to our dinner for tonight?” Your eyes widened and looked at him in shock. Seriously? Dinner? With them? Ji-yong is there! “Okay!” You replied instantly, making him bust out laughing. “Really? That's all it takes?” He laughed out and you were already up and running towards the door.

The others were already on theitlr way to the restaurant too, but Tae-yang had to stay behind for a bit because you did ask for his help a few hours ago when Ji-yong and everyone else wasn't around.

On your walk there, you can't help but ask about Hyo-rin too, how they've been. And you're glad and happy for them that they've been doing great. You were also best friends with Hyo-rin, don't even ask how many times you had been invited over for dinner and you see Tae-yang's face covered in those skin care products and wearing a pink headband. You definitely snapped a picture or two, and even Hyo-rin let you be their photographer and take pictures of her and him both in the skincare products.

Sometimes you'd picture it in your mind, you and Ji-yong having a skincare routine together..

“Y/n, you asked me before..”

Tae-yang's voice cut off your heavenly imagination which got you annoyed a bit, but you glanced at Tae-yang, wondering what he's up to now. “You asked for my help, and tonight I'll be helping you. Ji-yong doesn't bite, surely just start off with a simple greeting, greet the others too then I'll make you sit next to him.” You looked at him in disbelief, sit?? Next to Ji-yong? “Then just start talking about stuff, talk about Art, he's getting interested in Art now too.” You nodded, humming softly.

“Thank you.. Tae-yang.”

You muttered softly, just hoping this would actually work and help you rebuild a better connection with Ji-yong. You've been daydreaming for days about it, just thinking about it really made you wish you weren't so damn hesitant and just do it. It was your fear of ruining things that always stopped you from doing anything. You feared the day Ji-yong will fully stop acknowledging you even as a friend. You vented to Tae-yang before that you will just push those feelings aside, because you don't wanna lose Ji-yong, so it'll be fine if he was just your friend, it would be better than not being his friend, right? You weren't the type of person to risk the friendship that is slowly losing its spark.

As you finally made it, Tae-yang led you to the table. There they were, Dae-sung, Seung-hyun and Ji-yong. Tae-yang quickly 'helped' you sit down, even though he literally just made you sit next to Ji-yong. Dae-sung and Seung-hyun looked at each other before they gave you and Ji-yong a suspicious look. “I invited Y/n with us for tonight since i also wanted to make it up for her after she helped me and Hyo-rin with some stuff.” Tae-yang stated calmly as they all nodded.

“Hey, Ji-yong.. Dae-sung and Seung-hyun.” You greeted them with a kind smile which they politely returned. You were nervous, it's been a while since you were this close with Ji-yong again, and you really missed him too.

“Y/n, long time no see. I hope we can catch up.” Ji-yong's gentle voice made you snap out of your mind and look at him softly. Your heart racing and your stomach full of butterflies, this was your chance!! Do it like Tae-yang told you on your way here. “Oh, of course.. We could definitely catch up! It's been a while too, i was.. thinking of maybe sharing some of the new things we learned?” That brought a smile to Ji-yong's face and chuckled.

“Oh my god, Yes! I've been excited to tell you about it!” Ji-yong gently placed a hand on your arm. The sweetness and excitement in his voice, and his actions, it really brought back memories when you first met.

“That sounds like a plan then.” You said softly and he chuckled and suddenly placed a kiss on your cheek and whispered.

“How about a date instead?”

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How we feelin' Baes? Hope you like this one!!

I'm still working on the other requests so please stay tuned💋

[literaila]

it's not my fault

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: tsumiki and megumi get into an argument

warnings: sibling stuff, fluff, two oblivious (stupid) parents

last part | next part

*

year five.

“couldn’t you say something nice?” tsumiki is asking megumi when you walk in. “she just wanted to—“ 

you set your bag on the table, just barely able to make out their words. 

they were... quiet in the car, you realize suddenly. but you hadn't thought that anything was wrong. megumi's typically burnt out after school, and tsumiki waits until you all get home to start telling you about her day. 

but it only took a minute of you running back out to the car to grab something for it all to fall apart. 

megumi groans. “i don’t even know her.” 

you round the corner, just stopping there so you can observe. neither of them seem to notice you, or your wide eyes at both of their stances. the matching scowls on their faces. 

they look so similar that it shocks you just briefly. 

tsumiki has her arms crossed, shaking her head. “you still don’t need to be mean about it.” 

“i wasn’t mean.” 

“yes, you were. you told her to leave you alone.” 

“that seems like a pretty straightforward request.” 

“everyone at school thinks you’re mean,” tsumiki is pouting, looking dishearted at his reaction. typically, megumi will agree with her just for the sake of it. “and i always have to defend you, even if it’s true.” 

megumi sighs, shrugging. he's got his satoru-type scowl on, and even though he looks disinterested--as usual--you can see it when his frown deepens, and he shifts away from tsumiki. “well, stop then. i don’t need you to come to my rescue. i don’t care what people say.” 

“well, i do! you’re my brother.” 

“that doesn’t mean you have to treat me like your responsibility. i can handle myself.” 

“you’re always alone at school,” tsumiki disputes, almost whining at him. “if you were nicer—“ 

“i’ve never complained—“ 

“okay,” you turn the corner, brows already raised. “there’s a lot of raised voices going on. you two are going to wake up the neighbor's cat.” 

tsumiki is pouting at megumi and he just rolls his eyes. both children stand facing each other, standoffish in the living room, arms crossed. 

usually, they fight about what movie to watch, or who got to sit in the front seat last. 

but those fights don’t typically involve yelling. 

sure, they’re both sensitive about their childhood. about living here and being with you and satoru. they'll bicker about being little, megumi hating it when tsumiki mentions either of their biological parents, and tsumiki hating it when he refuses to listen.

but even then, tsumiki goes to hide, and megumi just shuts down. 

this seems… different. 

a part of you rationalizes that they're both exhausted from school and getting to that age where their priorities differ. 

you don't have any siblings, but you quarreled enough with nanami and haibara back at school to know how these types of arguments work. 

and unless one of them admits that they're wrong, it's never going to end. 

with that thought in mind, you put on a learned smile, standing between the two of them so you can look back and forth between the two children, observing both of their very closed-off body language. 

it's a little cute, honestly. they both look very different, but their matching stances and glares are worth much more than biology. you almost want to stop them to take a picture. 

satoru would do it if he was here. 

“tough crowd,” you say, feeling the tension between the two. “what’s going on?” 

“nothing,” they both say, at the same time, but megumi with an attitude and tsumiki with a sniffle. 

really, you should find a book about expressing emotions. you and satoru are teaching them far too much about denial and avoidance. 

you make a mental note to look it up later. 

you blow out a breath. “yeah, well, i heard the yelling, but i’m missing some context."

you look between the two of them, but they’re not looking back. both sets of eyes are focused on each other, identical glares bouncing off of each other. they could be communicating in some secret language and you would have no idea. 

in fact, you can basically see the thoughts they're forcing towards each other on their faces. 

“hey,” you poke them both on the forehead at the same time, trying to get their attention on you. “talk to me. what happened?” 

they both remain still as statues for a moment, not bothering to consider the question. 

but after a moment, tsumiki blinks, and her frown increases, which makes megumi roll his eyes--like he already knows what she's going to say, and doesn't care. 

“megumi was mean to a girl at school,” tsumiki says, finally looking at you with big doe eyes. her face is pained, confused, and worried. 

and honestly, she could ask you for anything with that look and you'd give it to her. 

but megumi sighs. “i wasn’t mean.” 

“you told her not to talk to you!” 

he looks to you, less pleading but confident. “if i want space, shouldn’t i tell someone that? isn't that what you say?” 

you open your mouth. “well, it depends, megs, you can’t—“ 

“you’re always mean,” tsumiki’s eyes are filling with tears. she looks at you too. and usually, she would apologize for interrupting, but not right now. “nobody at school wants to be around him. he scares everyone, and they don’t believe me when i say that he’s nice.” 

“tsumiki," you begin, face softening, "you shouldn’t—“ 

“that doesn’t make me mean. why would i want to hang out with people who don’t like me?” 

you turn, “megumi—“ 

“they would like you if you weren’t always saying mean things!” tsumiki tells him, her sweet voice rough with frustration. the tears begin to slip from her eyes. 

and you can feel it when megumi moves another inch away, wanting to flinch back from her sadness the same way you do. 

“i don’t want them to like me,” megumi corrects, shaking it off. “i don’t care what they think.” 

tsumiki frowns even deeper, eyes growing wide. “what about what i think?” she asks him.

“are you going to stop hanging out with me?” 

“maybe.” 

“how? we literally live in the same house. your room is down the hall from mine.”

“guys—“ 

“i’ll ask dad to move rooms. he won’t mind.” 

“oh, sure. because you’ll be able to avoid me at the dinner table—“ 

“why are you always—“ 

“guys.” 

they both look to you, glares immensely misplaced. their mouths are still open, ready to interrupt each other at a moment's notice. 

you look between them, finding matching pictures on either side. clearly, they're both upset about something different. and still, you don't really understand, but it doesn't seem like they're going to explain anything further. 

why would they when they can just keep arguing?

you purse your lips, closing your eyes for a moment, trying not to laugh. 

really, if they wanted you to take them seriously they shouldn’t have grown up to be so cute. they shouldn't look like that. 

harsh, angry breaths fill the room as the two of them wait for your instruction. you should probably be able to fix this problem immediately--you could by sending them both to their rooms and forcing them apart--but you'd rather talk this through. 

plus you don't want either of them to think too hard about any of it. you hate it when you fight with satoru and take a break, just to linger in that anger like a quicksand you can’t pull out of. 

“okay,” you say, once there’s a moment of silence. “i know you’re both upset.” 

“i’m not—“ you look at megumi and he stops, little frown on his little face. his cheeks are red in indignation, and he's got clenched fists. you can tell that he wants to say something, maybe to you, maybe to tsumiki, but he won't.

you ruffle his hair. “it’s fine to be upset with each other,” you tell him, looking to tsumiki, her face entirely sad. “but going back and forth isn’t going to solve the problem, okay? and neither is saying anything just to hurt each other's feelings.” 

“but he just—“ you shake your head, wishing with everything in you that you could go get one of satoru’s blindfolds right now. 

it physically hurts to look at them, they're so precious. 

you are a terrible mother for finding this moment slightly amusing. to be fair, you spend far too much time with satoru, and deflection is a family trait. 

you finger tsumiki’s hair, pushing it from her eyes. “should we take a break?” you ask them both. “or do you want to talk about it now?”

“break,” megumi says, immediately.

“talk about it now,” tsumiki answers, at the same time. 

for two people who are so alike, they sure think differently. you want to smile at the very predictable answers but refrain.

“okay…” you pause, thinking. “tsumiki, why don’t you tell us why you’re upset? megumi will do the same, and then we can take a break, or keep going.” 

they both glare at each other. 

“and nothing mean," you add because it feels necessary. 

tsumiki sniffs. “everyone at school says that you’re cruel,” she tells him, a devastating pout on her face. “and i don’t like that. you’re my brother, and i want people to like you like i do.” 

you both look at megumi, waiting. 

he's silent for a moment, processing his sister's words, but then he’s got a scowl on his face. “i don’t care what they think, they’re all stupid anyway—“ 

“megumi.” 

he looks at you, pleading blue eyes. you can see that tsumiki got under his skin, but you shake your head. 

“see?” tsumiki complains, voice high-pitched. “he’s always—“ 

you wipe away a tear, nodding. “i know, sweetie, but it’s his turn. you can go next.”

you turn to megumi, wanting to laugh at his annoyed face. “don’t call your classmates names," you say, giving him a look. "it's your turn. tell tsumiki why you’re upset, megumi.” 

he sighs again, looking towards the floor. he kicks at the hardwood, shaking his head. “i don’t like it when you baby me. i don’t need you to defend me, or try and take care of me at school. i’m fine.” 

tsumiki swallows, not saying anything. 

you look between the two of them, trying to read the complex emotions of your almost-teenagers. unfortunately, they're closed off from you, and you can only guess. 

both of your hands rest on one of their shoulders, squeezing. “do you both want to answer? or should we sit down for a bit? i can make a snack or something. it might be good to cool off." 

you say it mostly for yourself, because, honestly, any second you're going to break. 

the two children look at each other, communicating telepathically, and then they nod.

“you should treat everyone respectfully,” tsumiki says, as an answer. “even if you don’t care what they think, you should still be nice.” 

megumi frowns. “if i don’t want to talk to someone, i shouldn’t have to.” 

“but you just told her to go away. she probably feels bad now, and—“ 

“i don’t even know her," megumi interrupts, brows furrowing. 

okay, so maybe you should've separated them a couple of minutes ago. 

“chiyo's my friend!” 

megumi rolls his eyes. “just because she’s your friend doesn’t mean she has to be mine.” 

“but you were mean.” 

you look between the two of them, megumi annoyed and tsumiki frustrated. 

“okay, kids.” you breathe out, wishing you had a brother to fight with, just so you knew what it felt like. just so you could be a part of this argument. “i know you’re both mad, and you disagree. that’s fine. let’s take some space, breathe, maybe i can—“

“just because you think i was being mean doesn’t mean that i was," megumi blurts out, like he can't hold it in.  

you pause, mouth opening. you're about to say something, but you don't get the chance.

“if everyone doesn’t like you,” tsumiki argues, “then it’s because you’re mean.” 

“maybe they just suck.” 

“they don’t suck. this is—“

and then it all breaks down.

“well well,” satoru peeks his head around the corner, white hair a shock to all three of you. “look who’s falling apart without me.”

you sigh immediately, a hand against your temple. of course he would come in at the worst moment possible. “satoru, please go back out the door. i'm sure you forgot something at the store."

the two kids look at satoru, neither one of them happy to see him. there's a similar fire in their eyes, and you know that if he hadn't shown up they would've continued arguing until you pulled them apart. 

he walks over to you, slinging an arm across your shoulder. his grin is far too self-satisfactory. "what'd you do?" he asks, tapping you. 

"i didn't do anything," you tell him, "leave them alone. they're working it out." 

"by yelling at each other?" 

you push his arm off of you, glaring. "you just walked in at a bad moment--" 

you say something else, telling him to get out again, and satoru laughs back at you, asking if you missed him, and neither of you seems to realize that the two kids are just staring at you.

megumi and tsumiki share a look, like this is a typical occurrence (it is), then shake their heads at the same time, like an echo of each other. 

their faces have cooled, scowls fading as you and satoru bicker. 

tsumiki sighs and megumi scratches the back of his neck, and for a moment, they both avoid each other's eyes. 

but eventually, you and satoru look back at them. 

"i don't want to talk anymore," megumi tells all of you, beginning to walk away. satoru tries to grab the back of his shirt to keep him in place, but megumi just shrugs him off. 

and then he walks down the hallway to his room and closes the door gently, clearly no longer bothered by anything tsumiki said. or maybe too bothered. 

but, you think, at least he didn't slam the door. 

you can recall yourself telling satoru to give him space, to let megumi deal with his emotions as he pleases before you force him back into the spotlight, to apologize or hug tsumiki, or... 

you blink and look back at her. she's still got a small pout on her face, but her eyes have relaxed, as red-rimmed as they are. you know, and tsumiki knows, that she's really just worried about him. trying to protect him in her own, sisterly way. 

and, really, there's not much you can teach her about that. 

so you just smile gently at tsumiki, wiping away some moisture from her face. "just give him a bit, hmm? let him think." 

she sighs but relaxes into your hand for a moment, her shoulders slouching as she gives into defeat. and then tsumiki shrugs at you, agreeing despite herself, and walks over to satoru to give him half of a hug. 

it's not a moment later that she follows megumi and walks down the hall, escaping to her room. you both listen as her door closes.

"wow," satoru whispers, shaking his head. "you did a number on them." 

"they had a fight about school," you say, nudging him. "i had no part in any of it. i just walked in." 

he wraps two arms around the back of your neck, smiling eagerly at you. "so what you're saying is, it isn't your fault?" 

he's mocking himself, and the reoccurring events that happen when you leave him in charge. which you've sworn to never do again, by the way. 

you scoff. "when i get home you've started all the problems," you tell him, shaking your head. "they're fighting because you instigated something." 

"we're communicating." 

"whatever."

satoru quirks a brow at you, eyes just barely visible behind his glasses. "the parenting books aren't doing much for you, are they?" he asks, rhetorically. 

"you realize i caught you with those in your room multiple times right? i know you read them." 

"you'll never prove it," he says, smiling maliciously. 

"and neither will your parenting skills." 

satoru snorts, nudging his nose against yours in an odious way. "clearly, you guys can't last a day without me." 

"it wasn't a day," you argue, shivering at his touch. "more like an hour. you just went to the store..." you pause, tilting your head at him. "and where are the groceries, by the way?" 

satoru looks away, hands tapping on the back of your neck, humming innocently. "oh, i might've... slightly misplaced those." 

"satoru." 

"i got distracted--but it's not my fault. there's a new kakigori shop down the block." 

you look at him blandly. 

satoru, because he cannot be trusted, smiles sweetly at you as he places a peck on your lips, as a sort of apology. 

obviously, you don't return it. not even in the slightest.

satoru hums as he pulls back, already knowing that he's won. "so, i'll just get dinner..." he says, grinning at you. 

you roll your eyes but wrap your hands around his neck, letting a little smile fall across your face. 

*

you and satoru are sitting on the couch when you see megumi creeping down the hall, on his tiptoes, purposefully not looking at the two of you. 

it's been an hour or two, the silence echoing across the house almost a bad omen. 

but you decided not to bother either of them. considering the fact that you still don't know why they were really fighting, or why they didn't just talk about it like they usually would, it seemed like the best option. 

and also, satoru shouldn't be involved in any conflict resolution. he'd probably suggest wrestling it out in the backyard. 

still, as you watch him pass by, you lean away from satoru, your legs completely tangled in his. you stretch your neck to watch him, relying on satoru's hand around your waist to keep you steady, but he's too far down the hall for you to see where he's going. 

but a moment later, you hear him knock on a door, and then a small, quiet voice telling him to come in. 

you relax back against satoru, already grinning proudly. "see? i fixed it." 

satoru laughs, his breath soft against your temple. "you didn't do anything. megumi just felt guilty." 

"well, i taught him that." 

satoru noses the side of your head. "mmm, i'm pretty sure i did." 

"of course you didn't." 

he shakes you a little, as a punishment for your words, but sighs. "what were they fighting about anyway?" 

"megumi was mean to one of tsumiki's friends, i think. i missed... pretty much all of it." 

"who?" 

you frown. "chiyo?" 

satoru snorts a little, and you shift to look at him, raising your brow. "megumi mentioned her."

you turn even more, eyes wide. you poke his cheek with a finger, and then wave for him to continue.  

satoru groans, fingers trailing through your hair. "he said that he overheard some girls talking about 'miki." 

"behind her back?" 

satoru smiles, a bit sadly, nodding. 

"oh." 

"yeah, oh." 

you frown. “what did they say?”

satoru licks his lips, watching your eyes as you concentrate on him. “dunno. megumi wouldn’t tell me.”

you roll your eyes. “of course not,” you say, sighing. “and he didn’t tell her?”

satoru winces. "okay, so… maybe i told him not to,” he whispers, like a confession, voice going a bit high at the end. and then he laughs at your annoyed expression. "what? i didn't want her to get sad." 

you shake your head at him, tsking. 

you could scold him for protecting tsumiki, but you know that you probably would've done the same. 

so you just turn back towards the hallway, resting your head against his shoulder. after a moment, satoru nuzzles himself into your neck, humming against your skin. 

it's a very unpleasant feeling. 

"do you think i should go get them for dinner?" you ask him, quietly. 

"nah," he kisses the side of your neck, looking down the hall with you. "give them a little while." 

and it's about twenty minutes later that the two siblings walk back into the living room, megumi's lip quirked at tsumiki, and tsumiki beaming back.

after all, you and satoru have taught them well. 

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[myfanfic-urfantrash]

what if alpha! blade, luocha and jing yuan were courting omega reader, but they're so oblivious to it, just accepting the gifts being like "You're such a good friend! always getting me things" adrien agrest style

I had to look up who that was and I'm still lost.

cw: omegaverse

It had been months since they started courting their close omega friend. From small gifts of food to lightly scented items they did everything by the book to court an omega yet somehow he's still met with a simple: "Thank you so much! You're such a great friend!"

Blade

There had to be a limit to this madness, there was no way they didn't understand his intentions to court them after handing them a blanket he scented. He started out slowly like the other Stellaron Hunters insisted when he made it clear he wanted to court them. But due to to their oblivious nature all of his attempts failed to connect so he decided to be bold and present them with a blanket for their nest that he scented. He feels his heart, or what's left of it drop but watching them add the item to their nest fills him with some hope. Only to fall when his next attempt yields the same result.

Luocha

At first he wonders if he's being rejected and tries other gifts only to be met with the same result each time. He eventually figures out that this omega is just oblivious as can be when he presents them with one of his scented coats for their next heat. They simply smile and thank him telling him how nice it'll be to have his scent in their nest and he all but loses his mind over the idea and how oblivious they are. He has patience but he might just tell them bluntly he'd like to court them to see if that changes anything.

Jing Yuan

He's so amused by how oblivious they are to his advances. At first he thought he was being met with rejection but over time he realized this omega he likes is truly just that oblivious. He gifts them items that people who definitely weren't friends would give each other and watches as on lookers lose their minds over the gifts he gives them. He's not subtle in the slightest and everyone knows that this omega is in some way Jing Yuan's but some how it all flies over their pretty little head. He doesn't mind playing the waiting game for them to realize his true intentions but he might get a little impatient if they keep being so cute.

[zeezelweazel]

Alexia Putellas & Mapi Lèon & Ingrid Engen| Once or twice|

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Orgy fic let's gooo

It stopped abruptly but I just wanted to get this first part out of the way, not much smut just the buildup

(sorry if there are mistakes, I'm sick right now)

Also I decided I'm going to write both of the ideas from my recent post ;)

TW: suggestive

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In general you've had fantasies about a threesome before, maybe something even more, but it was just that a fantasy. You never entertained the thought for more than a second especially after you started dating Alexia. The captain was more than enough to satisfy your desires and you did your job to do the same.

So, you don't really remember when you started having these thoughts.

That fuzzy feeling in your stomach and the heat gathering inside you. Heat that had you rubbing your thighs together and your head spinning.

Spaniards are very affectionate. At first you thought it was a stereotype but the more time you spend in Barcelona the more you know that it's definitely true.

Alexia was sitting on the couch, practically draped over Mapi's lap, while her best friend softly grazed at the exposed skin of her waist. It was just the two best friends cuddling absolutely nothing dirty but something in the way Mapi had spread her legs to accommodate Alexia while the captain's red hoodie rose up and exposed her midriff made your head fill with lust. The way Alexia would occasionally glance up at Mapi with her wide hazel eyes and how Mapi would sometimes squeeze Alexia's side and smile down at her was working working you up shamefully fast.

And then there was Ingrid. Seemingly cold and calculative, the Norwegian was not one to be so physically affectionate unless it involved her tattooed girlfriend. So your surprise was expected when you saw her embrace your girlfriend from behind with Ingrid's much taller form caging the spaniard in her arms. Ingrid's hand came up to Alexia's blonde hair and she tugged on it once. Then the black haired woman leaned down and said something that made Alexia giggle.

These are occurrences that would have every person jealous but for you it was the opposite. You didn't know how to handle yourself after the realisation, how to confront your feelings and tell Alexia about them.

You have thought about telling her more, especially now that these thoughts are plugging your head every day but you're anxious. About how's she's going to take it and what she'll think of you.

If you've been through countless scenarios in your head but none were close to what happened.

You're both sitting on the couch watching something on the tv when you suddenly burst.

"Mapi and Ingrid are acting weird with you."

Alexia looked at you, surprise evident in her face then a flicker of something else as she tilted her head.

"Weird how?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how oblivious your girlfriend was. Surely she must've noticed the huge difference in behaviour.

"They're touching you a lot."

Alexia moves closer to you, your lips mere inches apart and you gulp.

"Does it bother you?"

You bite your lip knowing that this is your only chance to confess your feelings to Alexia.

"No" you sigh and close your eyes for a second "I... like it." Alexia smirks and finally leans down to connect your lips. When you pull back you're both breathless with your pupils blown wide.

"So..?"

Alexia grins at home cute you are. You still have no idea this was all planned. Alexia knows having other people join you is a fantasy of yours but she also knows you'd never tell her that. She decided to take matters into her own hands and it worked.

"Just leave the rest to me amor."

A few days and a lot of preparation later you find yourself and your girlfriend sitting on your car that's parked outside of her best friend's apartment. Alexia noticed your nerves and placed one of her hands on top of yours and rubbed the back of it with her thumb. You smiled at her and nodded, now appearing more confident than before as you opened the car's door.

Knocking on the door of the apartment you took a moment to look at your girlfriend as you waited for the other two women. Alexia looked so pretty, light make up covering her face, the pink crop top exposing her abs and the jeans she chose only made her ass look even better. You licked your lips already starting to feel that familiar tug on your lower stomach.

When the door opened Ingrid and Mapi smiled at you and urged you inside.

You've been to their apartment numerous times but still you were looking around as if you've never been here before, all to avoid looking at the other women. Ingrid was tired of the awkward silence so she decided to nudge Maria towards Alexia while she took a step in front of you and took your face in her hands. You got lost in her gorgeous blue green eyes so when Ingrid brought your lips together you gasped in surprise. You didn't take time to bounce back, immediately bringing your hands on her hips and pulling her in further.

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[yuri-is-online]

Oh man, i love My Senpai Is Annoying. I really loved that scene when she tugged on his sleeve all teary eye and asked, "Why couldn't i be your wife?" 🥺 so freaking cute. Thinking about the eels in that situation is so cute, they would def tease.

I should have answered this immediately but I was like no >:C i wanna think about this >:CCC also there is a fanart i rb'd on this blog somewhere that's literally this concept w Jade except he makes a comment about his dick

The main sort of gag in My Senpai is Annoying is that Futaba (mc) is very in denial about how down bad she is for her oblivious senior Takeda. The eels aren't exactly oblivious to Yuu's feelings, it's just that Floyd's affections can sort of blur the line between friendship, bullying, and flirting whereas Jade keeps his true feelings close to the chest until he is CERTAIN he has Yuu on tenterhooks.

So if a particularity in denial or stoic Yuu were to get a bit tipsy, start to sniffle and ask "Why couldn't I be your spouse?" Oh they're so fucked.

Floyd is never letting Yuu live this down. Ever. He laughs so hard you almost get kicked out of the Lounge. Since you wanna be his spouse so badly you won't argue if he starts introducing you like that yeah? Seven help you if you play sports or are part of an arts club that does performances because he's standing up and yelling "THAT'S MY SPOUSE!" at every opportunity. If you get embarrassed he just reminds you that you asked for this and mimics what you said right down to the tears (he does exaggerate it a bit). Sometime much later when you're older and well into your relationship he'll tell you what a massive ego boost that was in a way that's very sweet but you're still young rn so let him be obnoxious. He really does love you a lot, promise.

Jade is much more subtle. His smile is as wide as it is sinister and he probably does make a comment about how small Yuu is in comparison to his merform as for why they couldn't be his spouse, but he gets really close to say it. If you were sober you would probably see just how excited he is, Jade's literally shaking because finally. FINALLY. He has some confirmation of how you feel. Sort of. He gets a bit more direct with his flirtations and courtships because Jade wants you to say that sober. He wants there to be no grey areas, he wants you to shove him up against a wall and ask him why you can't be together so he can flip you around, scold you for treating him so roughly, and explain to you thoroughly, gently just how good of a spouse you can be~

[sinisternymphette]

sheep!reader - a concept

✦ sheep!reader loves the outdoors, and is usually found basking under the sun as they daydream or running around the grassy plains as they chase butterflies. However, they value the company and prefer to spend their time with others, thriving in groups rather than in their solitude.

✦ sheep!reader is kind in their nature, and would do anything for their loved ones. They also like to show their affection physically, always ready to give a warm hug to someone who needs it, or shower their significant other with pretty little kisses all over their face.

✦ sheep!reader is, however, oblivious to the evil in others. They trust those they love, and want to fit in so desperately that they're easy to mold- easy to manipulate. They like to see the good in others, but often forget that evil also exists.

✦ sheep!reader, who is easily spooked or surprised. They feel squeamish at the sight of a single drop of blood and shiver in fear when they hear a strange sound. Though they'll often try to mask it underneath an awkward close-mouthed smile or giggle. If you ask them to watch a true-crime show with you, they'll still accept even if they don't want to deep inside.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes to do arts and crafts in their free time. They're dreamers and like to put their creativity into something of their own, such as their own plushies, clothing, diy home decorations and many more.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes collecting vintage items like precious moments figurines, vinyl, and even fabrics. Their song library is also full of old songs and classical music, not having a liking for rap, rock and metal music. They listen to their music either on their iPod or record player. Their musical muses are mazzy star, kate bush, the cranberries, phil collins, autumn's grey solace and the smiths.

✦ sheep!reader, who loves wearing soft and lighter colors, no matter the season. They nail the southern belle, farmer's daughter and cottagecore aesthetics, giving them an angelic appearance; radiating joy and innocence and beauty that surely catches many eyes, though they never seem to notice as they're in their own little world.

✦ sheep!reader, who tries their best at everything, but often feel like they're doing everything wrong. They often find themselves cringing about something they said in a conversation from days ago, tripping and falling in front of everyone at the worst moment possible, or not being able to concentrate on their studies and understanding the subjects they're taught. They're emotionally fragile, easily overwhelmed and stressed.

✦ sheep!reader, who loves animals and is 100% a future cat lady. They find almost every animal cute and adorable- from spiders to sharks. Despite their skittishness to most things, animals are the only thing they aren't scared of. They love watching animal documentaries for hours- and they never get bored.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes to draw people they find pretty. Honestly, they find everyone beautiful, but those who are kind-hearted and have beauty inside and outside are ought to get at least one drawing from them.

ib: @princessbrunette !!

a/n: everyone is free to send me an ask with sheep!reader in any of the universes mentioned in my rules and I'll do my best to make them fit in the story/au! if it's an anime, modern!au is preferred. I based them a little off myself, so I hope you all like them!

@sinisternymphette 2024

[carbxnu]

The mommyslop will continue until morale improves... or until I find my mommy to take care of me ^-^

Is it in yet? (The prompt/idea I started with :3)

A mommy who knows how pathetic her little girl is so instead of letting her first time go to waste she decides to train her beforehand. She buys her daughter a fleshlight and "trains" with her every day. Despite her best efforts though months have passed and she just can't seem to last longer than 5 minutes before splurting. At this point they're both getting desperate. Her daughter can't stop thinking about losing her virginity and becoming a big girl, and her mommy's aching to be fucked by anything other than plastic. She knows her babygirls little dick can't compare to her dildos, but god does she want something real.

It doesn't take long before her mommy caves. She knows 5 minutes is honestly not enough and it's still quite pathetic, but she needs her darlings lil girlcock inside of her already. She praises her daughter and tells her 5 minutes is actually really impressive for a girl her size. Her little girl is too innocent to realize the true meaning behind her mommy's words and gets ecstatic about finally be able to do it with mommy.

Continued below :3

The night after, it's finally time. Her daughter gets on top of her and slides her needy little dick across her mommys pussy just like she taught her. She looks at her mother with pleading eyes that beg for permission, and her mommy nods back with consent. Slowly she slides into her, a quiet gasp escaping her quivering lips as her mothers warmth embraces her clit. Once she's all the way in she looks up at her mommy with a proud and expectant look that can barely hide the pleasure melting through her as she waits to be praised. Her mommys facial expression doesn't change though as she seems to still be waiting.

"Go ahead babygirl, don't be shy." Her mommy tells her in a reassuring voice, oblivious of the true meaning behind daughters gaze. Her daughter also misunderstands and takes this as a sign to start moving as she starts slowly thrusting back and forth into her mommy's pussy.

"M-M-Mommy... it feels so good" she whimpers softly. Her voice is small and she's already out of breath. She can't help herself though as she speeds up, barely audible plapping coming from between them. Her daughters comment and the soft noise causes her to look down. She watches her daughter's hips desperately pump into her as she sighs softly and mumbles, "O-Oh it's... it's already in..." with a quickly masked look of disappointment. As she looks back up at her little girl she realizes her baby had heard her comment and saw her reaction. She looks at her mommy heart broken as her hips come to a stop and she begins to tear up.

"D-Does it not feel good mommy? It's... It's not that small is it...?" Her small voice shatters her mommys heart as her mommy sits up to embrace her with one arm. With her other arm she reaches up to her little girls face and wipes the tears from her eye. Gently whispering, "No darling you feel wonderful, mommy's just used to a little bit bigger is all..." and planting a small kiss on her daughters forehead. "Your peepee is perfect for me though I promise sweetheart." The hand on her little girls back slowly made it's way down until she's groping her ass. Gently she pulls her daughter forward until her little dick is all the way buried inside again.

"Keep going honeybun, mommy loves you so much." She whispers as her daughter slowly starts moving again, aided by her mommy who pulls her deeper inside with each thrust. Her mommy may not be able to feel much but the look on her little girls face made it more than worth it to her as her baby sped up. Slowly regaining her confidence until she's desperately plapping against her mommy as fast as she can. Her mommy's on her back again now with her little girl atop her. She's so caught up in her own lust and pleasure that she doesn't even realize her mommys moans slowly change from fake to genuine, she was also getting close. Suddenly her babygirl begins shuddering and shivering uncontrollably as she thrusts as deep inside as she can. Her cute little watery load shoots out inside of her own mommy as she spasms pitifully atop her. With her energy spent she lays down, resting her head on her mommys chest

3 minutes

She looks up at her mommy with a worried expression. She knew she had still finished too fast. Her mommy doesn't look disappointed though, but rather frustrated. Before she can even begin to overthink her mommy rolls them both over. "I'm sowwy mommy..." she squeaks, scared that her mommy was going to get on to her for finishing too fast. Instead her mommy adjusted herself on top of her as she straddled her babys face. She looks down at her daughter with an annoyed expression as without meaning to her daughter had just denied her. Now she was going to ride her babygirls little face until she got to finish as well.~

Ughhhhh this is already too long and I'm lsing steam because my brain is too little to write so much so I'm gonna wrap it up there but ahhhhh imagining my face covered in a mix of both mine and mommys cum as I eat her out after fucking her is like fjffjjgjfhjdkjfjf (duhhhhh ofc this story is a self insert)

Also like im new to writing so go easy on me >w<

[yandere-romanticaa]

I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)

This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.

You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!

Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!

Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.

However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

He lurks. Constantly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.

Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.

They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.

There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.

Could they be hiding something?

You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?

Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?

He's got nothing!

That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.

He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.

He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.

Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.

Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.

You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?

Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.

Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.

And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.

Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.

Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.

[heartfullofleeches]

Night Gallery Yans in response to a Painting "Reader" taking over Night Guard Reader's life-

I plan on doing a full fic with this, but i wanna map it out a bit by who knows right off the bat and who is throwing hands with the fake-

Fooled for a millisecond: Rosebud, The Scavenger, Soleil

Knows something is wrong with Reader off first glance, but can't put their finger on it: Anri, The Faceless Angel, Julian

"You are not my Y/n - Die.": Julian, The Lady in Red, The Painter, Rosebud's Rose

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Rosebud

"Someone's in a chipper mood today....Are you feeling well, Rosetta?"

Initially writes off Reader's strange behavior as them coming down with a cold. Their roses, on the other hand - can smell a dirty, no good fake from miles away. Hisses at "Reader", bites them if they get too close, turns increasing agitated and violent until the real Reader returns. Their temper tantrums are quite common these days, but the rosed love reader almost as much as Rosebud.

Something must be wrong.

The Scavenger

They could potentially be in the secondary category - if it wasn't for "Reader" throwing the painting off their trail by leaving items belonging to the real Reader lying about for it to steal. The fatal error painting reader makes is by giving the Scavenger something that belongs to them instead of the Reader Scavenger knows and cherishes.

Soleil

Possibly the easiest to trick. The clock is must too busy gathering its lost dogs and bolts to notice anyway. They're so caught up making themselves perfect for Reader they barely realize they're speaking to a fake when their paths cross

Anri

"You don't look to good, Y/n. Take a break and lemme know when you feel better, alright?"

Almost seems...frightened of "Reader" Comes up with an excuse to run off or straight up flees whenever they're near. Can be found throughout the night until the real Reader is back searching for something....or someone.

The Faceless Angel

Night Guard Reader has always been kind to them, but for some reason their kindness feels.... artificial. Stalks "Reader" from the shadows for more clues. Oblivious as to why a hole grows in their chest when they see the human who once and still meant heaven and earth to them. Cries for reasons it does not understand.

Julian

Similar to the angel, Julian can tell something is off. Reader's nice sure, but they have enough of a backbone to tell the other security off when he's being a dick. It's one of the things he fines cute about them. Soon as "Reader's" true identity is revealed Julian is back to his art destroying ways. Whilst attacking "Reader" he never slashes their face which is where he strikes first with other paintings he's killed.

The Painter

"Wicked beast! Demon! How dare you steal the face of my muse - transforming their beauty into this, this- Travesty! Remove their face at once so I may strike you down like the blemish you are!

Painting Reader mistake when it comes to taking Reader's image is removing all aspects it deems imperfections. Scars, birthmarks, acne- It tries to be the perfect Reader and that's where it fails as Painter finds every part of Reader to be a masterpiece.

The Lady in Red

"That does no belong to you. Give it back."

A proper lady would be able to tell her spouse from a fake. Call it intuition or something. She only gives painting Reader a chance to speak if they plan to tell her the whereabouts of her real lover. As opposed to Julian, in slaying painting Reader Red aims solely for their face as punishment for thinking she'd ever fall for a fraud.

[gayofthefae]

Can't find it but I recently saw a post about the party kinda knowing Will is gay and just not talking about it, given he's well into puberty with still no signs of attraction towards girls and never mentioned a crush. They have a feeling and they're just respectfully avoidant of the topic, Jonathan-esque.

But I don't think that's true of Mike. As Finn described, I think he's oblivious. I think he thought for the same reasons the others would have that maybe it could be true, but a girl asked him to dance and of course, he would have options someday and he's probably take them. Mike needed to just start coping with that now, couldn't put it off any longer. Yeah, Will, go dance with her. Have fun. But then that didn't go anywhere and so maybe he was because it stands that at 14 Will has never liked a girl. But then he gets a letter in the mail that reads "guess who had their first crush on a girl". And he believes it. I know he believes it. And with the whole painting debacle, the mixed signals continue, but I digress.

I think Lucas and Dustin might just know enough to avoid the topic, not just queerness but to not ask him about crushes or love life. And I think Mike knows just enough to hope. But knowing enough to hope is much more fragile than knowing enough to respect distance. So any proof he gets against it, he goes "of course. I knew it. It was always going to happen eventually. How could I be so stupid."