#but wow wasn’t expecting that 😅

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Umm sure I’ll send you an ask, umm how many fics do you think you’ve made by now? (Btw I was reading some of your whump fics this morning… AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THE WAY YOU WRITE HOW THE CHARACTERS ACT, IS PROBABLY VERY ACCURATE TO CANON, AND YOUR WRITING STYLE IS JUST AMAZING AND I LOVE A LOT OF YOUR FICS!!!!!!!!!!!)

ALSKDJSKAKS THANK YOU SO MUCH <33

As for how many fics I’ve written so far…oh gosh idk. My official number on ao3 is 54 (that’s for all the fandoms I’ve written for so far), but that doesn’t account for the fact that my Febuwhump and Whumptober fics are big ol collections of individual ficlets OR that I’ve got fics published on here that I haven’t gotten around to posting on Ao3 yet. Sooo just accounting for my whump collections alone the number would be in the hundreds

[hungermakesmonsters]

(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Five

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 : 😅it's not a cliffhanger but the ending feels a little awkward

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR

Master List

Chapter Five

You weren’t ready.

Not even a little bit.

The days leading up to the gala had been spent in hushed conversations and receiving back to back text messages from Billy about everything from whether you needed him to buy you a new dress (absolutely not) to getting your stories straight about your relationship. 

You’d both decided that it was best to tell people that things between you had just happened and that there had been no instigator. That way he wouldn’t be seen as a predatory boss and you wouldn’t be seen as a career climbing opportunist. You would tell people that things had just clicked, that you’d bonded over a shared love of reading and that you enjoyed each other's company.

As far as the story went, you’d been together for around five weeks - that way you had an excuse not to know every single little detail about each other.

Billy had seemingly planned for every eventuality and that, in and of itself, was weird because you were usually the one doing all the planning. But you were going to be entering his world, and he had a far better idea of the rules than you did, so it stood to reason that you should follow his lead.

But there was one condition that your insides twisting awkwardly and had you wanting to call the whole thing off; Billy wanted you to stay at his place after the gala.

In separate rooms, he’d been quick to explain - he had a guest room and it was very nice, apparently. But the pair of you were going to garner a lot of attention and he wasn’t sure how it would play out if people found out that he’d gone home alone afterwards.

“And besides,” he’d told you, “people won’t believe that it’s a serious relationship if we never spend the night together.”

He was right. You knew that he was right.

But that didn’t help settle the awkward roiling feeling in your stomach, the feeling like the whole thing was a big mistake.

You spent hours getting ready but, the moment your phone buzzed with a message, telling you that he was waiting outside, you felt like there was a million and one things you still needed to do; your hair wasn’t perfect, your make-up was too much, your eyeshadow too dark, the dress made you look too curvy, your shoes -

Your phone buzzed again, forcing you to push all of your insecurities aside. It would have to do. (You would have to do.)

Forcing a smile to your lips, you grabbed your overnight bag and headed outside to meet him.

And there he was, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his frame perfectly, a black bow tie around his neck, his hair slicked back; the epitome of perfection.

Billy Russo always looked good, but tonight the sight of him stole your breath.

That should have been enough of a reminder to you that none of it was real, that it could never be real, but the way he looked at you had you doubting it for a split-second.

“Wow, you look...” he shook his head, lost for words.

You looked down at yourself, not sure what it was he was seeing because it certainly wasn’t what you’d seen when you’d looked at yourself in the mirror. It would have been a lie to say that you hadn’t been thinking of him when you’d picked the dress, choosing something in a similar shade to the dress he’d bought you, remembering the comment he’d made about your eyes. 

He took your overnight bag from your hand and handed it to the driver, uttering something about how it would be taken to the penthouse for you but you barely paid any attention. You were too caught up in the way he was looking at you as if he didn’t dare blink.

His hand found yours and you followed, letting him lead you towards the limo that you’d barely even noticed. Billy helped you in and closed the door behind you before heading around to the other side of the car, giving you five seconds to remember that you needed to breathe.

Billy got into the car and, somehow, he suddenly had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Two dozen white roses. Your whole body froze as he held them towards you.

“For me?” 

In retrospect, it was a very stupid question, and it was no wonder that Billy burst into laughter.

“Of course they’re for you,” he said.

Still it took another second or two for you to take the flowers, eyes widening a fraction as you stared at them, lifting them to your face and inhaling their scent.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Billy said.

And that was enough to throw a bucket of water over whatever had been starting to smoulder inside you. He was thanking you for doing this, for going along with his scheme, reminding you that none of it was real.

Nerves had you sitting silently for the short drive to the VDK Manhattan Hotel where the gala was being hosted; a grand hotel on the corner of Central Park. There were paparazzi lining the streets, snapping shots of anyone and everyone who was someone in New York society. 

Billy reached across, placing his hand on your thigh and giving a reassuring squeeze.

The next few minutes were something of a blur; your flowers were left abandoned in the limo (the driver would take them to Billy’s apartment with your things), and Billy took you by the hand as he helped you out of the limo. Then you found yourself standing in front of what felt like a sea of cameras, flashguns blinding you with every photograph snapped. 

Billy stood beside you, his arm slipping around your waist while you automatically forced a smile to your lips and tried not to think about how you’d probably end up looking in those photos.

All in all, it was a good thing that Billy was more than used to this world, because you’d felt lost the moment you left the car.

You took the elevator up to the fortieth floor to the hotel's ballroom and soon found yourself in the most lavish looking party you’d ever seen. Billy slowed for a moment, letting you take it all in.

“Quite something, right?” He said, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow.

“Yeah,” was all you managed, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

“C’mon, let’s go find our table and get a drink.”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself at a table, a glass of champagne in hand, waiting for food to be served. Beside Billy were two empty seats meant for Mr Castle and his date but, according to Billy, Frank tended to turn up to these things late because he hated the fuss - and, honestly, you could understand why.

The rest of the table was made up for people Billy seemed to have a passing acquaintance with, mostly from other security firms from all over New York state that you knew by name alone, but none could be considered direct competitors of Anvil. Still, you made polite conversation with them. At least, Billy made conversation and you interjected when you had something intelligent to say.

Once you’d eaten and a few speeches were made (nothing of note, just the usual drone of rich people talking about how they were supporting charity and how they all needed to do more) people started to drift towards the dancefloor and the bar.

You decided to drift towards the bathroom, leaving Billy deep in conversation with a couple who ran a private airfield who seemed very interested in what they could offer a company like Anvil.

Ducking into a bathroom stall, you let out a sigh of relief. You did what was necessary but then decided to linger, taking a few minutes to check your phone and build up the nerve to head out again.

You heard people enter the bathroom, but you thought nothing of it until you heard them speak.

“Did Billy seriously bring his secretary tonight?” Someone said, barely holding back a giggle. You didn’t hear an answer, but someone must have confirmed it. “Did you see her dress? It looks off the rack. He didn’t even buy her anything nice to wear.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to waste money on a quick fuck?” Another voice suggested.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already paying this one to work for him,” the first voice answered.

“Do you think she gets paid extra to fuck him, or is that just in her contract?”

You were just about to burst out of the stall and - well, you weren’t sure exactly what you were going to do, but you had some scathing words in mind and your hands were balled into tight fists.

It shouldn’t have upset you, shouldn’t have made you feel less-than, because you knew that those stuck-up bitches wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in your life. They’d probably been gifted everything they had on a silver platter from day one, they’d never worked for anything in their lives. But, regardless, it did hurt. It hurt that people thought you’d never be good enough for a man like Billy.

Another stall opened before you had the chance to move.

“It might shock you, but not every young woman will spread her legs for money, Corrine,” the voice sounded older, more mature, but there was a sharp disdainful edge to it. “Perhaps one day you’ll learn to have a little dignity instead of getting on your back of any man who flashes a black credit card your way.”

There were murmurs, but no one answered back.

And, after a couple of seconds, you heard the sound of expensive heels on tile.

“Are you okay?” The older voice sounded again, and you knew she was talking to you because you could see her shadow beneath the stall door.

You were silent. If you spoke your voice would betray you, and you didn’t want that. Instead, you opened the door and stepped out, shocked to find that Catherine Van Der Koy, the matriarch of the Van Der Koy family, had been the one defending your honour. 

“I’ve been called worse by better,” you said, managing a shrug, hoping to appear indifferent.

“Corinne Fuller is just upset that William has never looked twice at her,” she said, approaching the sink and washing her hands. You followed suit. “That young man is a lot of things, but he’s certainly not stupid.”

You didn’t want to ask what things she believed Billy to be, though you already had a fair idea of what she thought. Still, you were glad that she acknowledged his intellect and hadn’t left you needing to defend him.

“No, he’s not,” you agreed.

“Though I will admit, like Corrine, I was a little surprised to see you on his arm tonight,” she said, drying her hands on a paper towel.

Again, you followed suit.

“I’ve been getting that a lot,” you answered flatly.

If your tone bothered her, it didn’t show on her face. In fact, she almost looked amused.

“I’m sure you’re aware of the rumours and gossip that have been circulating about the two of you, but - well, when you get to my age, you learn to ignore anything you can’t see with your own two eyes,” she continued.

“Well, here I am,” you said with a defiant flourish of your hands as you discarded the paper towel.

It was a stupid move and you knew it wouldn’t help Billy’s cause to be combative with a member of the Van Der Koy family, but - but you’d never been the sort to let anyone talk down to you.

“Here you are,” she repeated with a smile. Then, she shocked you further by offering you her arm. “Accompany me to the bar?”

It was an offer but it sounded far more like a command. You supposed that when a person was as rich and powerful as Catherine Van Der Koy, most of what they said sounded like a command because no one ever dared refuse them. And, not wanting to be impolite, you took her arm.

“It’s always so nice to have a fresh face, these events get so tedious when there’s no one new to talk to and you’re left with the Corrine Fuller’s of the world,” she said as she led you out of the bathroom and towards the bar. Your eyes caught Billy’s across the room and he gave you a questioning look. Catherine caught the exchange. “Don’t worry, I’m sure William can survive without you for five minutes.”

“I wouldn't count on it,” you muttered before you had a chance to check yourself.

Catherine started to laugh.

“I know it often feels that way. My first husband was the same - though he wasn’t nearly quite as handsome as your William.”

(Your William. The words had butterflies filling your stomach.)

At the bar, a single wave of her hand was all it took to grab the bartender's attention - though you supposed that was one of the perks of owning the whole hotel. She ordered two champagnes, not bothering to ask what you wanted, then she returned her attention completely back to you.

“Let me get a measure of you,” she said as she stepped back and looked you up and down. “Tell me about yourself.”

Again, it sounded like a command.

“What would you like to know?” You asked.

“Where you’re from, who your family are.”

Oh, so nothing important then, you thought sarcastically.

You reached for a champagne flute the moment the bartender finished filling it, and took a slow drink.

“I was born in Chicago, but I came to New York to live with my aunt in Huntington when I was six, after my mother died,” you said with an almost clinical detachment. “I don’t really have any family now, aside from my brother - my aunt passed away a couple of years ago.”

Catherine Van Der Koy nodded solemnly.

“And you work for Anvil.”

Statement, not question. Just like everyone else, she knew who and what you were to Billy when you weren’t on his arm.

“Yes. I started almost seven months ago,” you said, refusing to give her what she actually wanted without her outright asking for it.

“And that’s how you met William.”

There it was, completely predictable.

“I think it’s already a well known fact that I’m his PA,” you said. “And I’m fairly certain I know what everyone here thinks about it.”

“Oh?” She prompted with one little syllable.

You didn’t hold back. “They think I’m sleeping with Billy for his money or to advance my career, or they think he’s using me because I’m his employee and I can’t refuse him. But that’s not the case. We keep our professional and personal lives separate.”

Again, she nodded before falling silent, clearly considering her next words carefully.

“You seem like a nice young lady, so you’ll have to excuse me for being frank,” she said, giving you a second for whatever silent excuse you wanted to spare her. “I’m sure you’re already aware of William’s reputation.”

Her pause was pointed, demanding a response.

“I am,” you answered with a nonchalance she didn’t expect. “A lot more aware than most.”

“I see. I only say this because a woman in your... position should take care. You might find yourself losing more than your relationship should he continue to live up to his reputation.”

You remained quiet for a moment, weighing up her words and knowing that, under normal circumstances, she’d be right; if your relationship fell apart, your position at Anvil would become untenable and your connection to him might stop you from finding other work in the city.

She was giving you a friendly warning.

“I know,” you said finally, “I know what people say about him and what they think about him, but there’s more to him than that, and I know he’d never do anything to hurt me.”

“He’s a very lucky man to have someone so ready to defend him.”

You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or if she was mocking you - because, of course, in her eyes you were just the silly love-struck PA who’d managed to fall for your boss.

“I think we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now if he’d had someone to defend him sooner,” you said as gently as you could manage, despite the annoyance you felt at her words. “I think it’s easy for people to judge him and only see the worst because that’s all he lets most people see. He doesn’t trust many people with his sweet and sensitive side.”

“But he trusts you?”

She seemed genuinely curious, though you couldn’t tell if she actually believed you. But, that was the thing, wasn’t it? You weren’t lying. You’d seen Billy’s awkward and sweet side - it was what had made your time with him bearable and had helped you realise that there was far more to him than he let anyone see.

“I hope so,” you answered. “But, more than that, he treats me well and I enjoy being around him. He’s funny and thoughtful and - and he’s more than I ever thought I deserved. And, honestly, I’m more worried about what he’d lose if our relationship ended.”

“And what’s that?” She asked, leaning forward as if you were about to spill the deepest, darkest secret of all.

“Someone who actually sees him as a person and not just his money. Someone who wants him for him.”

You weren’t sure where any of it had come from but, even though your relationship with him was fake, there was truth in your words. Over the last couple of weeks, you’d seen Billy smile more than you had in six months of working for him.

“I hope he understands how lucky he is.”

“Me too.”

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer,” she said, smiling as she glanced over your shoulder. “It seems William’s patience is running thin, but I’m sure our paths will cross again before the end of the night.”

Turning, your eyes found Billy and you started to move towards him. With a tilt of his head, he motioned towards the dance floor and you met him there.

“What did she want?” Billy asked, wrapping his arms about your waist and pulling you close.

“To warn me about you.”

“Oh.”

That single syllable came out pained, disappointed and resigned, like he expected it. Like he accepted it. And, for reasons far beyond you, it made you angry.

“I told her she was wrong,” you said firmly, tilting your head back so you could look at him. “I told her that you were sweet and sensitive, and that I was lucky to have you.”

His arm tightened around you, just a fraction, a movement so minor that it would have been imperceivable if you hadn’t felt so aware of everything Billy Russo at that moment.

“It really bothers you, doesn’t it?” You asked softly. “How people see you, what they think of you?”

He looked away and, really, it was all the answer that you needed.

“Half of this business is reputation,” he said, his shoulder awkwardly hitching upwards. “One way or another, people always find a way to look down their noses at me.”

It was a feeling you understood, albeit for very different, very personal reasons.

Without thinking, you cupped his cheek and looked him in the eye. And, before you realised you were doing it, you were leaning in and kissing him softly, while you continued to sway in time with the music.

You weren’t sure what made you want to kiss him or why kissing him seemed so simple now, it just felt like the right thing to do, either to settle Billy or to show anyone watching that he wasn’t the man they thought he was.

“Thank you,” he muttered, the words little more than an exhale as the kiss broke.

You didn’t want to ask why he was thanking you, so you returned your head to his shoulder and continued to dance with him.

“So, what do you think?” He asked after a couple of songs had passed. You lifted your head to shoot him a confused look and he clarified; “about my world.”

“Well, the people are judgemental and bitchy, but the canopies are nice,” you answered, forcing a smile and hoping to hide your continued discomfort.

“Who’s been bitchy?” He asked, an unexpected sharpness in his tone.

You shook your head only for Billy to take your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searched your face and you worried that he’d be able to see right through you.

“It’s nothing I wasn’t expecting,” you said, but still Billy stared at you, silently demanding more. “Just people talking behind my back about my job and my dress, and -”

“I think your dress looks lovely,” he interrupted. “I like you in this colour.”

You shrugged, but there was no ignoring the way your cheeks heated at the compliment. “It’s just a cheap, store bought dress.”

Billy shook his head. “No, you were right the other week; you don’t need some expensive dress to show your worth,” he said. Then one of his rare, gentle smiles graced his lips. “This is the first time I’ve been to one of these things and not felt...”

You watched him struggle with a thinly veiled curiosity as he trailed off, searching for the words.

“What?” you prompted as gently as you could.

“I don’t know. Every time I come to one of these things I’m with someone who has... expectations and I feel trapped. But with you, I -”

Your heart stopped, desperate for him to finish the thought.

“There you are, Bill.”

The meaty hand of Frank Castle landed on Billy’s shoulder, stopping Billy from continuing. (Bastard.)

Billy pulled away from you and turned to clap his hand on Frank’s shoulder.

He gave you a nod of greeting, to which you replied with a curt; “Mr Castle.”

“Nah. No. None of that shit. Outta the office you’ve gotta call me Frank,” he said adamantly, earning a snicker from Billy.

“Okay, fine, Frank,” you conceded awkwardly.

“You’ve met Karen, right?” Billy asked, drawing your attention to the stunning redhead standing beside Frank.

“Uh, yeah, the Anvil Christmas party,” you said, not sounding confident she’d remember you.

“That’s right,” Karen said, smiling at you. “You helped me get wine off my dress before it stained.

Oh, so she did remember. It shouldn’t have been strange, after all you’d spent fifteen minutes with her in the bathroom, helping her with her dress, but you weren’t used to being noticed or remembered.

Billy’s arm wrapped around your middle and he pulled you towards him. “Me and Frankie need to go talk to a couple of people, you okay if I leave you with Karen?”

You waved him off, telling him that you’d be fine and, once the men were gone, you and Karen decided to head to the bar. 

Normally you didn’t drink too much, but the constant nerves were starting to get to you. Every little look you got left you wondering just what people were thinking about you, and you needed something to take the edge off.

“Okay, you need to tell me your secret,” Karen said.

You almost choked on your champagne, mind reeling, wondering if Karen had figured out yours and Billy’s lies. 

“What?” 

“Your secret,” she said again. “How you got Billy to finally settle down. I mean, listen, I love Billy like a brother but I was beginning to think he was going to spend the rest of his life fucking his way through every woman above the age of consent in the tri-state area.”

“Oh.” And, for a few, very long seconds, oh was all you had. “I - I don’t know.”

“Frank said you took him to a movie festival?” Karen said and you nodded. “You actually got Billy Russo to go somewhere and sit still for more than an hour?”

She laughed but, unlike everyone else who you’d heard talking about Billy, there was nothing nasty in it. She wasn’t mocking him or making fun of you. No, if anything, she actually sounded fond of Billy, and that made you like her.

“We had a long discussion about what we both wanted from our relationship; we do things like this for Billy, and we do things like movie festivals for me.”

Not entirely true but nowhere near a lie either. You were quickly learning that  that was where you felt most comfortable; not outright lying but still saying just the right thing to sell your fake relationship. 

“Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up,” she said. “He seems really happy lately.”

Happy because he still thought he was going to manage to get the VDK contract. Happy because he thought his scheme was working.

(Not happy because of you, right?)

You didn’t say anything, only nodded before lifting your glass and taking a long drink.

“Shit,” Karen suddenly muttered, her eyes fixing on someone across the room. “I’ve just seen someone I need to speak to, do you mind if I -”

“No, it’s fine,” you told her without hesitation and out of nothing but the desire to be polite.

You’d be fine on your own.

Standing by the bar, wearing your store bought dress, surrounded by people who thought you didn’t belong there...

Draining your glass, you quickly ordered another, even though you could already feel the slight buzz of intoxication. You made yourself small against the bar, not making eye contact with anyone, just trying to blend in.

It became easier when someone approached the podium and silenced the crowd. All eyes fixed on the stage as the man started to speak, explaining how much money had been raised so far and which companies had made what donations to the various charities on offer.

Two of them stuck out to you; Anvil had donated to a charity group that ran foster homes in the city, and VDK had donated massively to Saint Martin’s.

“He does like to drone on,” a voice behind you startled you and you turned to find Catherine Van Der Koy, “don’t tell me William has abandoned you.”

“No, he and his business partner just needed to go and speak with someone.”

Catherine shook her head, smiling at you. “Never let a man conduct business when there’s dancing to be done.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for more dancing before the night is over,” you told her, flashing a smile of your own.

“Yes, I suppose you’ve got the rest of your lives for dancing,” she conceded. Your confusion must have been evident because she clarified; “I’ll wager it won’t be long before he puts a ring on your finger.”

“Oh, I -” you immediately started to disagree but were silenced by a wave of her hand.

“When you reach my age, you can just tell these things. And when a man looks at a woman the way William looks at you..." she shrugged.

You took a drink, hoping to cool the burning sensation that threatened to engulf your whole body.

(How had Billy been looking at you?)

You shook your head and decided to change the subject. “VDK donated a lot to Saint Martin’s.”

“We did. My mother, god rest her soul, spent the last few years of her life in Saint Martin’s.”

You nodded, torn between telling her about Seb and your own ties to Saint Martin’s because, regardless of how everything else turned out, it meant a lot that VDK was donating to the facility.

Your lips parted, about to speak when you felt an arm around you.

“There you are, little dove,” Billy muttered softly, pressing his lips to your temple.

Oh. Little dove. That was new.

You hadn’t discussed pet names and, as a rule, you didn’t like them. A short relationship when you were younger with a guy who liked to call you sweetcakes (vomit) had put you off them entirely, but hearing little dove from Billy’s lips had a warmth spreading through your chest.

Instantly you found yourself leaning into him, wrapping your arm around his waist, your fingers clutching at his jacket.

“William,” Catherine Van Der Koy greeted politely, barely keeping her amusement in check.

“Ms Van Der Koy,” he returned the greeting.

“Your lovely young lady was just keeping me company.”

Billy looked at you and smiled, and - okay, maybe you’d had a bit too much to drink because the sight of that smile had butterflies filling your stomach.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he said.

For a few seconds, you hesitated, not wanting to continue in front of Billy but, still, wanting to say what you’d been about to say before he’d appeared.

“I just wanted to thank you - or, your family, I guess,” you said to Catherine. “My brother is a resident at Saint Martin’s, so your donation means a lot.”

Billy stiffened beside you and his arm tightened around you, though he managed to keep his expression neutral and unsurprised.

“Oh, I see,” Catherine said. “Has he been there long?”

It was better than her asking why he was there or what was wrong with him, you supposed.

“Two years, give or take,” you answered, feeling Billy’s arm pull tighter still. “Before that he was at a facility in Huntington. But, after my aunt passed, I wanted him closer to me.”

Catherine Van Der Koy gave a knowing nod. “WelI I’m glad my family’s money can do some good.” She paused and gave Billy an appraising look. “And I see Anvil is continuing its good work too.”

Billy shrugged awkwardly and, for the first time ever, it seemed like he almost didn’t want the attention.

“Modesty doesn’t suit you, William,” she said in jest.

“I just believe every kid in New York deserves the chance at ending up with a life like this,” he said with another shrug before glancing back towards the dance floor. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to steal her away for another dance.”

Catherine smirked at you. “Of course, don’t let me keep you from enjoying yourselves.”

Billy’s arm dropped and his hand found yours. You gave Catherine one last smile before letting Billy lead you back to the dance floor.

His hand sat low on your back as he pulled you close, below the small of your back but not quite low enough to be indecent in polite society. He probably didn’t even realise he was doing it. Your arms were around his shoulders, hands clasped, trying to resist the urge to run your fingers through the hair at the scruff of his neck.

Judging from the way he was looking at you, Billy wanted to say something and you had a fair idea of what that something was.

“What?” You asked.

“You never told me about your brother.”

There was no accusation or anger, in fact, he sounded almost... sad.

“I...” you started and stopped, struggling to find the words. “It’s not really something that I talk about.”

“Saint Martin’s is expensive, is that why...”

He stopped himself, remembering the way you’d snapped at him after your first date, and how you’d told him that your finances were none of his business. But, the cat was out of the bag now, and you didn’t want Billy feeling bad about something that had nothing to do with him.

“Yeah,” you said, pressing closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“And that’s why you agreed to do... this?”

“Yeah. They’re putting up the prices next month and I - I don’t want to put Seb through another move. He likes Saint Martin’s.”

“You could’ve - I mean, I would’ve...” he struggled. “If I’d known...”

“I know,” you told him softly. “It was never about me not trusting you, it’s just... he’s my responsibility. And I’m fine with that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he gets what he needs.”

"And if I hadn't had this idea, would you have left Anvil to find a better job?"

You stilled, though you kept your arms around his shoulders and remained pressed against him. There was something in his eyes, some discomfort that you had obviously caused, and that had never been your intention.

He didn't say it, but when you read between the lines, you found yourself wondering if he was asking if you'd have left him.

"No," you said, even though it wasn't strictly true. "I like working at Anvil, and it isn't like anywhere is going to pay me as well as you do. Besides, it's taken me almost six months to learn how to read you, I don't want to have to go through all of that with a new boss."

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh at your silly little joke. Billy didn't laugh but, before you could ask him what the look on his face meant, his hand was on your cheek and he was kissing you again, slow and gentle, almost longingly. And it felt -

It almost felt real.

You kissed back, losing yourself to him and the moment. Later you’d blame the five glasses of champagne but, right then and there, there was nothing more you wanted than to be in his arms, kissing him and being kissed like you really meant something to each other.

It felt like you lost the rest of the night to that one kiss, because the next thing you knew, he was leading you out of the ballroom and into the elevator. His lips found yours again, despite two other couples heading down to the ground floor with you, and it wasn’t until you were outside, in the cold night air that you started to return to your senses.

You were about to go home with Billy Russo. You’d both been drinking and, suddenly, he didn’t seem to want to keep his hands off you (and you didn’t seem to want him to keep his hands off you). But you couldn’t let anything happen, you couldn’t let yourself become another one of the women that he used and got bored of.

He texted his driver to bring the car around but, before he got there, you heard Catherine Van Der Koy calling your name.

You turned to find her approaching the pair of you.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left,” she said. “I want you both to come and have dinner with me and my family next week.”

“Oh, I -”

“We’d love to,” Billy said.

“Excellent, my assistant will be in touch on monday.”

And, just like that, she was gone.

Billy pulled you against him and held you tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, muttering, “shit, this might actually work.”

You should have been happy but, instead, you suddenly felt like a gaping hole was growing inside of you, threatening to swallow you whole, and you didn’t know why...

A/N : Someone is getting in over their head, though I can't decide if it's Billy or reader 😅but honestly I'm enjoying the sickening cuteness and how clueless the pair of them are and it's only going to get worse from here on out, because now she has to go home with him and spend the night. 😅

Thanks so much for all the support, the likes/comments/reblogs/screaming into this abyss about how clueless Billy is really make it worth writing this! Have a great weekend everyone!!

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[lavendermoonlitskies]

2024 Fic Roundup

Thanks @bellisima-writes for the tag!

What fandoms do you write for?

Only Good Omens. I can’t explain why but that show has been the only one that has ever inspired me this much.

How many words have you published in 2024?

Oh wow I just checked and I guess that would be 41,513 in total 🙈

What is your greatest achievement this year?

I was pretty proud of Dream A Little Dream of Me when I finished that, but now I guess I’d say that my greatest achievement is not giving up on a story I believe in (current WIP) despite everything that has happened in the fandom as well as in my personal life. I don’t expect it to reach “fandom classic” status, it’s probably going to end up flying somewhat under the radar, but that’s okay. I don’t need a lot of attention as some sort of “reward” for my hard work, I just want to write.

What are your top 3 favorite fics you wrote this year?

The Road Less Traveled (WIP)

Rating: unrated

Word count (current): 12,143

The road is Crowley’s only friend in the wake of Aziraphale’s departure. Endless landscapes, filled with the memories of a simpler time, becoming nothing more than a blur as the demon drove impossibly fast to avoid even a glance in its direction.

Maybe he’s running from his past, but is it truly possible to run forever?

It’s A Big, Lonely Universe Out There

Rating: Mature

Word count: 5,618

Crowley softened, watching Aziraphale’s terrified eyes imagine the lonely existence he was dangerously close to. He began to feel the drafty air in Heaven that was just a little bit too cold, a headache forming from the blinding white that covered every inch of that space. The looming threat of being tossed into the fiery pits of Hell over the tiniest hint of disobedience, with nobody there to come to his rescue. The cold stares of his colleagues, each and every one of them glaring at him with disdain and disapproval over the blasphemous ways in which he’d chosen to spend his time on earth. It was cold, so cold.

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

***

It's 1941 in London, England, and Aziraphale & Crowley have had a very eventful evening. The night is almost over when they're sat in the middle of a dimly-lit bookshop, wine glasses in hand. Things may start to go awry when they get a little too drunk, and start admitting things they probably shouldn't.

Find Me In Your Dreams, My Dear/Le Chant du Rossignol (Song of the Nightingale)

Parts 1 and 4 of Dream A Little Dream of Me. Part 1 was the first time I stepped out of my shell a little bit and had someone beta read, and I was really happy with the final product after that (thanks @serenity-black !). You definitely have to read parts 2 and 3 in order to understand what’s going on in Le Chant, but I felt better about how part 4 was written. I guess the more action-packed parts of the stories I write are not totally my strong suit, maybe I’m better at the emotional aspect; what’s going on in these characters’ heads before and after the big event.

What have you learned?

From a technical standpoint I learned a lot about formatting/basic grammar rules for writing a story with dialogue and all that 😅

But I’ve also learned a lot more about myself and what I apparently love to do. Big thanks to the GO fandom for reintroducing me to the joys of reading and writing 🥰

Also I researched a fuckton of random topics for these works, and anyways now I’m a lot more familiar with the map of Europe and I know a lot about Centaurus/Alpha Centauri

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

I tried joining one of those fic bangs this spring because I thought it would bring me more out of my shell, and it kind of did in a way but overall it just didn’t work out. I was excited about collaborating with people and making connections, but it wasn’t exactly like that and the fic itself just wasn’t sparking anything in me. It felt more like a job than something I was doing for fun 🤷‍♀️

Did you beta any fics?

I honestly don’t remember lmao

I don’t think so?

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Phersu by JunKolt

I absolutely LOVE any fics that place Aziraphale and Crowley in different moments in history, especially when you can tell that the writer really did their research and the historical accuracy is THERE. Beautifully written, romantic, very bittersweet.

Don’t Fall Away From Me by @phoen1xr0se

Technically I read this at the very end of 2023 but I’m counting it anyway

If this fic has no fans I am dead. Fr. Absolutely brilliant. Bravo fellow moot👏👏👏

run across the river (just to hold you tonight) by hope_in_the_dark

Yk I had to throw in a short one just for good measure

Short, sweet, beautiful writing. Perfect for a lil bed time story from time to time, as a treat

Who do you want to thank?

The first one who comes to mind is @thavron who asked me to join their writing group for November (now continuing on into December ofc)! Without the little extra push that your server has given me, I honestly don’t know that I would’ve kept going with my current WIP despite how much I do believe in it. Big thanks ✌️💜

Thanks to @serenity-black (and also Aves whose Tumblr I don’t believe I have if they’re even on here) for beta-reading! It felt weirdly vulnerable to ask someone to take a look at my writing and tell me what they thought but I’m glad I did it and thank you for being so encouraging when you did☺️

Thank you to @thinkinginscripts @butterflywithsass and @manicpixiecatlady for working with me on the “fanfic book club” for the Good Omens fandom! I think it’s been wonderful so far 🥰

And a big thank you to every person who has left a nice comment on my works, you have no idea what that means to me

Happy holidays! ✌️🎄

[good-beanswrites]

"Becomes more competitive" you say? - refering to your headcanons with downbad fuuta 👀

For someone I can imagine if his partner is someone that's a little flirty and knows this, they might initiate a few scenarios just to fluster and see what he tries next only for him to combust (although there might be a few rare occasions where he does get soft)

YES !!

Fuuta is constantly fueled by a mix of personal pride and the need to Be The Best at whatever’s going on, the societal expectation to be manly and good at wooing someone, and also the feeling of “WOW it turns out I’ve never had a real friend or connection in my life and now that I have someone with genuine mutual love between us I’m going to go a little crazy about it and do things way out of my comfort zone without thinking twice until it’s too late.” He’ll leap into a variety of situations – doing favors, participating in couples’ activities, flirting, and making advances of physical touch – solely focused on Winning, only to realize too late that he’s gotten himself into a romantic/intimate situation he wasn’t prepared for 😅

I especially love the thought of someone who knows this well, and plays a little game of “how long can I string this along until his competitiveness gives out into embarrassment?” 

They’d get used to dropping hints while doing different activities about how talented they are doing it, maybe even the best, and no one could do this any better – so that Fuuta inevitably joins in to prove them wrong. If they’re already in an established relationship, I think his partner could overcome any of his party pooping by suggesting they show up the other couples in whatever “cheesy” thing they’re doing. (The partner eventually learns to be a bit more careful with this power, though. As well as things usually end, there have been some mishaps when Fuuta decides “it can’t be that hard to do dancing lifts/dips, right?”) There are a few situations that he catches himself in and explodes that he was tricked into it, but there are others that surprise his crush by how readily he pours his effort into the activity.

Fuuta would be extremely hesitant to initiate physical touch out of fear of overstepping (some of it is healthy respect/consent, and some of it is overthinking paranoia) so it’s up to a more confident crush to push his boundaries. Starting as simple as taps to get attention, and building up even to something like holding hands, they figure out what kinds of things make this touchstarved idiot bluescreen, what turns him bright red, and what he’ll actually melt into and return. The minute they start the whole process, though, it unlocks something in his mind: he realizes that there's no need to fear physical advances, and in fact, he can be the one causing the bluescreening. There's a 50/50 whether his smug attempts at being touchy will backfire and leave him more frazzled in the end 😅

He's never once shied away from a verbal battle, and flirting is no different. He may not have a lot of quick wit, but he can certainly hold his ground in back-and-forth that involves some romantic undertones and teasing. He’d be accustomed to some pretty crass gaming lobbies, so I imagine he doesn’t mind dishing out dirty jokes and innuendos in an attempt to fluster his crush. However, it’s way easier to dish it out than to take it – it doesn’t take long for his crush’s forward comments to absolutely break him down and leave him sputtering. Though he loses all battles like that, there are moments when he's sure they have complete privacy that he ventures some vulnerable compliments that can actually leave the other speechless. That is, until he immediately backtracks in an attempt to save face...

[yoonkooks-yn]

⚠️ Warning: Long Post Ahead (But Worth It, I Promise) ⚠️

I wasn’t planning on going down an emotional rabbit hole, but here we are. The other day, I listened to “Sea” again—the hidden track from Love Yourself: Her (2017) that hits like a gut punch every single time. And as soon as it ended, I had this urge to listen to “Run BTS.” Not just to enjoy it, but to really compare the lyrics.

And wow. The story between these two songs?? Absolutely insane. 😍🥰💜🫶🏼

These aren’t just songs. They’re a before-and-after of BTS’s journey. Sea is the voice of seven boys standing at the edge of their dream, terrified it might still slip away. Run BTS is the same seven, years later, standing tall, knowing exactly who they are and how they got there.

It starts with “Sea.”

A whispered confession. A quiet fear. A moment of fragile hope wrapped in doubt.

BTS had made it—but had they really?

They weren’t rookies anymore, but they weren’t legends yet either. They had fought for a place in an industry that never expected them to last. And yet, even after the blood, sweat, and tears, there was still uncertainty.

“Is this really the sea we dreamed of? Or just another desert?”

It’s the feeling of working so hard for something, only to wonder if you’re still lost.

And I felt that. Haven’t we all? That moment when you reach a goal, only to feel like another battle is waiting just around the corner?

“Wherever there’s hope, there’s a trial.”

Even as they stood on stages, held trophies, and saw their dreams materializing, there was still fear that it could all disappear. And that’s what Sea is—it’s standing at the edge of a dream and wondering if you’re actually awake.

And then, years later, came “Run BTS.”

And suddenly, the story doesn’t wonder anymore. It knows.

This time, BTS isn’t questioning their place in the world. They’re declaring it.

“Nonhyeon 100m, our place.”

A quiet nod to where it all began. The tiny practice room, the late nights, the exhaustion. The dream they held onto even when no one else did.

“If we live fast, let us die young.”

Because they never played it safe. They gave everything—every sleepless night, every aching muscle, every silent prayer.

“The two bare feet are our gasoline.”

They ran without privilege, without safety nets, without a guarantee that it would ever be enough.

But they ran anyway.

And this time, there’s no doubt. No uncertainty.

“The reason for Bangtan’s success? I don’t know either.”

Because there was no formula. No magic trick.

“It’s just that we all ran strenuously. No matter what others said, we ran.”

The same seven boys who once feared it might all disappear now stand as legends—not because they were chosen, but because they refused to stop running.

Why This Hit Me So Hard

Listening to Sea always leaves me emotional, but hearing Run BTS right after? It reminded me why I love them so much—not that I ever forgot.

It’s not just the music. It’s not just the performances. It’s not just the face card. 😅😜

It’s the fight.

The grit, the doubt, the resilience. The way they ran when they had no reason to believe they’d ever reach the finish line. The way they kept going when the world told them to stop.

And isn’t that what makes their story so powerful? It’s not about fame. It’s about the refusal to give up, even when every reason tells you to.

And that part about imposter syndrome? That really struck me.

Because let’s be real—we’ve all been there.

We work so hard for something, and yet when we finally get it, we wonder: Did I really earn this? Am I good enough for this?

But BTS shows us that those doubts don’t mean we aren’t meant to be here.

They felt it too. They questioned themselves too. But instead of letting it consume them, they kept running anyway.

So if you ever need a reminder that success isn’t handed to you—it’s fought for, bled for, earned with every step—listen to Sea and Run BTS in order. Let yourself feel the weight of that journey.

Because it’s not just their story. It’s the story of anyone who has ever dreamed of something bigger than themselves.

And when you hear that last line—

“Run bulletproof, run, yeah you gotta run.”

You’ll understand exactly why they never stopped.

#BTS #Sea #RunBTS #FromStrugglesToStrength #Bulletproof #NeverStopRunning #ThenVsNow

[mamabunnie]

First I'd like to say I *do* think "wow she's so cool" when I see your posts

Second, I'm very new to the whole abdl thing (not so much mdlb, though not quite at all close to the extent that a lot of your stuff is) and I was curious if you'd share how you got into it? I've discovered it through Tumblr, and although it seems nice I'm not sure I would actually do anything in real life, maybe in the right relationship or with the right mommy. Does posting about abdl stuff feel any more intimidating then posting about anything else? I've considered making abdl posts before myself but I'm a bit nervous/embarrassed about it still

Of course if you don't feel comfortable answer then I don't at all expect you too! I'm just curious about abdl as a whole, and others experiences with it :)

If you are okay with answering, would you be okay with me asking other questions? I'd be happy to come off anon for that, I'm just admittedly a bit embarssed about people recognizing my blog when I'm not really ready to put this side of myself out there like that 😅

Well, thank you. And how I got into it? So, when I was 17, I became an age regressor/cg. It was a weird transition for me regressing and all that. It wasn’t kink to me obviously, just something I needed to help cope with a lot I was going through. Safe to say, I’ve taken care of people so I’m quite confident in my cg head space. I don’t regress as much these days cause adulting is so damn hard and my house is not conducive for that.

As for Abdl, it was like two months ago. I can’t even remember how I got into it lol all I know that it was two months ago. At first it was like “Woah girl, hold on, why are you attracted to this?” Now it’s fine. So I’m also new to it. I feel like my posts lack the abdl flare ✨ most of my posts come from the yearning that consumes me lol

Would I do it irl? Yeah of course. If you’re still on the rocks about it, it’s okay, take it slow and steady. And making posts comes easy to me cause they’re my thoughts, I can’t really discuss it with my irl friends so pouring it out here is a great avenue for me.

And, you can definitely ask me more questions!

[genericpuff]

Have you seen the leaked designs for Hades 2? Someone went into the files to get better quality images of the character art and came across new characters that haven’t been revealed yet.

Supergiant asked them to take it down, but it was up for awhile and wow. Hestias wasn’t there yet but there were a lot more that looked amazing!! I won’t go into too much more detail in case you haven’t seen them, but I’m a big fan especially of the more morally grey/villain characters in mythology designs

I've spotted a few of them in the wild but I'm trying to avoid what I can because I want to go in as blind as possible when the game releases! The data-leaking though is uh... man. Seeing the designs is awesome but it's always a bummer for the studios when this happens because it can interrupt their promotional calendar, plus it can lead to stuff that isn't even ready yet getting shown off as if it's finished which can alter people's perceptions of what to expect going in. I know it's just because people are excited which is cool, but I empathize with Supergiant having to do damage control over it because the last thing they should have to worry about while trying to develop this game is preventing sensitive data from getting out and spoiling people 💀😅

[fanfictionstuff]

Ikki Niko x reader

This is an updated version of what I wrote at 4am this morning. I was going to just edit the post but it’s being a pain 🙄

My friend requested this.

I’m gonna try to be open for request if you’re interested. Just know I’ve never taken requests before other than ones for my friends so not sure how it’ll be 😅

For weeks now, your good friend has been teasing you about your crush on Ikki. “Oh come on, everyone can see it besides you, he’s completely smitten.” You had managed to keep your feelings hidden until a few weeks ago when your friend caught you staring at a shirtless photo of Ikki. You hadn’t really been staring like she claims, just looking at it, not in a weird way. As you walk down the school hallway together, your friend playfully links arms with you and starts giggling like an idiot. And of course, this is the exact moment that Ikki decides to approach you. He gives a small wave to both you and your friend before addressing you. “_____, I don’t have practice today. So, we can meet at the gate and go to my house.” You nod, while nudging your friend with your elbow. “Yeah, sounds good. See you after class.” As soon as he's out of sight, your friend squeezes your arm and grins at you mischievously. “Ooh, going to his house? Going to make a move?” Pushing her off, you sharply reply, “We've been going over to each other's houses since we were kids. It's nothing like that.” Your friend laughs and teases, “Sure, sure. But, have you had a crush on him since primary school?” You refuse to make eye contact and shove past her saying “shut up” as you quickly walk to your classroom. She raises her eyebrows. “Oh wow, I guess he’s not the only one smitten.”

Ikki stares up at his best friend, who is pinning him to the bed, in disbelief, he had been joking . You two were just casually reading manga in his bedroom when he made the comment. “This is annoyingly unrealistic.” He mumbled about a manga everyone had been swearing is exactly like high school life. You had laughed at him. “It probably is realistic, you’re just a loner that stays away from most people.” He scoffed and that’s when he said it. “Okay ____, when you see your crush, just randomly kiss him.” He had been joking. So why are you teasing him like this. His heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest and it hurts . Does this mean you know he is hopelessly in love with you? You don’t have to be so cruel. “Please get off me.”

As you gaze down at Ikki, his hair falls to the side and reveals his beautiful eyes. His words are like a punch in the gut, and you feel annoyed. You push yourself off of him, allowing him to sit up again. Uncertain of whether to leave or not, you watch as he casually puts down the manga he was reading and picks up another one. He hasn't asked you to go yet, so you stay put and lean against the wall once more. I can't believe I just did that. But he told me to kiss my crush. Okay, so maybe you thought he was hinting that he knew about your crush on him. This isn't fair. Your eyes narrow at the dark-haired teen as you lift your left leg and kick him, perhaps a little harder than intended. "Ow! _____, what was that for?" He grabs his side and turns to frown at you. "You told me to kiss my crush."

“Okay, I’m sorry. I wasn’t really expecting you to kiss him tomorrow. You didn’t have to tease me.”

Are you kidding me? You sit up straight, grabbing the closest manga to you. Without hesitation you bop him on the head with it. “_____, why are-mmf”

Gripping the back of his head, you pull him in for a quick, innocent kiss. When you break away, he stares at you, clearly surprised. "Don't give me that look; you're the one who told me to kiss my crush," you grumble.

In an instant, he moves and now you're the one pinned to the bed by your shoulders. His face is centimeters from yours as he whispers, "You like me?"

"So, you can hold me down, but I can't do the same to you?" You purse your lips. "I never would have guessed you would be so dominating."

He squeezes your shoulders. “You like me?” He questions again, louder.

“Love.”

“Since when?

"Do you remember when I punched that girl who was bullying you? And then you promised to marry me after we graduated high school?"

“When we were seven?”

“Yeah, so eight years.”

Ikki's eyes light up with amusement. "I've got you beat by two years. Remember, I told you I loved you the very first day we met."

You chuckle and pinch his waist playfully. "Does that even count?"

"Yes, because my feelings have never wavered." His hands move to either side of your head as he leans in, softly pressing his warm lips to yours.

[remy2fang]

A.K.I. as Yor Forger SF6 Mod.

I just realized my mod was featured on EventHubs a long while ago. They said some nice things about it. How many times have I been featured on that site now?

When I saw the trailer for the Spy x Family collab, I thought it would be neat to have A.K.I. dressed as Yor Forger. Tbh I wasn’t disappointed that it was only avatar gear. I am a modder after all and I can make what I want. The in-game assets made it convenient to do too. I thank Capcom for that haha. Plus, there are people who are happy dressing their own characters as Loid and Yor.

Of course, I have to include a version with AKI’s original hair style. She looks great in other hairdos, but her original umbrella hair is the best one—it’s the style that defines A.K.I. 💜💜

I know there are people out there that thought characters like Chun-Li (a mod already exists for her by FishBoy), Juri, or Cammy would fit better…but I like A.K.I. more lol. I’m contemplating on making another Yor Forger mod, but it’s not going to be a character that most people wished. I am a modder after all, and I can do what I want 😜😜. But I’m sure there are other modders out there that might be working on a Cammy or Juri version.

That being said, currently there are three SF6 characters that have Yor Forger mods.

1) A.K.I.

2) Chun-Li

3) F.A.N.G (!)

Yes, I did put FANG in Yor’s clothes (and also Loid’s) 💜🥰💜🥰. Wow, F.A.N.G before Juri and Cammy lol 😅😅. I am a modder after all, and…you know where I’m getting at haha. Though unsurprisingly EventHubs excluded that bit. As much as I enjoy some of the articles on that site, I have the feeling that they’re afraid to showcase such content. Like even if it’s not F.A.N.G and it’s on a more conventionally attractive male character instead, they would shy away from it. I can’t blame them. Even though the FGC is quite diverse, it’s still very hetero-cis-male dominated. It’s understandable that they’re afraid of offending their target audience, but I’m sure a number of EventHub readers are more open minded than what the site writers have expected. Or at least that’s what I believe.

Anyway, here’s the download link:

And a YouTube showcase:

Thanks for reading 💜💜

[skzoologist]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I have a request kinda, Okay hear me out I just my signed album the other day and I got chans signature 🤯 ( I'm still in disbelief... Like is this real life 🥲) anyway its got me thinking how the boys would act. With how much they like bae how would they act to receive his autograph. I feel like since their all in the same group no one would really think about it until their signing autographs for the albums, and person A says that some Stays are gonna be lucky to receive bae's autograph and then person B is like actually I have it and starts to brag about it. Then the chaos would ensues 😈 and or something completely different 😅 but after they have it how would they act??

word count: ~1.3

warnings: none

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho dear, good to see you again! I was worried something happened with how you disappeared. But oh my god, congratulations on your album! I'm astounded, just, wow. 🤯 Can't imagine ever holding one in my hands, you're so lucky! I would probably freak out like a certain weasel in this request, haha. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy reading it! 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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With every release of a new album came the time for the idols to sign some of them, letting a few lucky fans get their hands on one. It had always been a fun activity for the band, having some leisure time that they could calmly spend in each others’ presence and simply chat or joke around. They would usually film it as well, or at least a part of it, eager to provide even more content to their beloved fans, showing them every single side of themselves, not just the one they showed up on the brightly lit stages.

Bae liked whenever it came to signing the albums, because with how focused most of the members became, the air around them quieted, letting the male soak in their silent presence. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them in all their loud glory, but sometimes his ears and mind needed a bit of an escape, if he wanted to retain the remains of his sanity at the very least.

The cover of one of their NOEASY albums greeted him, the black paper smooth under his slender fingers. With practised ease and carefulness, he lifted the first few pages, finding the perfect place for his signature. The black marker in his right hand rose, its mission now crystal clear. The lines formed on the hot pressed paper, touching each other at the correct places and curving into that familiar symbol he always placed into his signatures. He started implementing the little crystal star into it years ago, the fans absolutely loving it along with the other members.

Speaking of which, they had all been relatively silent as they sat in their seats, as expected. Only light chatter left their lips, a few of the answers even taking up to a minute or two to arrive. Bae merely hummed when he was dragged into the conversations, not wishing to disturb this rare moment. He even sneaked in a few glances at the others while taking a quick break, warmth dancing in his eyes as he watched them, adoration filling his entire being.

Felix once caught his gaze, breaking out in a wide smile in response and lighting up the whole room with his bright presence alone. Bae swore the room actually became brighter and it wasn’t just his eyes playing tricks on him. The quiet idol watched his little sunshine finish signing the album he’d started on and close it, the marker now left alone on the table as the male walked towards him. Not knowing what the boy’s plan was, Bae silently observed, only a small head tilt indicating his slight confusion.

It didn’t surprise him when Felix stopped behind him, tiny fingers carding through long, black strands that were dusted with a tinge of strawberry blonde at their ends. The digits were careful in their fluid movements, twisting the locks in different directions, never tangling them up or ripping even one out accidentally. The notion was so soothing that Bae couldn’t help but let out a silent sigh, eyes closed in temporary bliss.

“Aw man, the fans who get your signed albums are gonna be so lucky.” - Jisung whined out, successfully breaking Bae out of his cosy headspace and stealing his attention. “Don’t even say it, I’m jealous just by the thought itself.” - Hyunjin replied, huffing in annoyance as he glimpsed at their pouting quokka. “Yah, don’t say that, STAY will think you don’t like them!” - Chan laughed out, amused eyes now watching the scene unfold after a quick glance at the still recording camera. “We DO, but still, it’s unfair they can have Bae’s signed albums and not us!” - even Changbin hopped into this circus, making everyone roll their eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

Felix’s giggles broke everyone’s bickering and sulking voices, garnering everyone’s attention as he just calmly continued now braiding Bae’s long hair, the strands weaving into each other and creating beautiful waves of midnight and sunset.

“You can just ask him to sign yours later, chill.” - he said, the atmosphere turning silent, as if a pane of ice had been dropped onto the ground, shattering, leaving everyone speechless in its place.

It took them a solid minute to boot back up, their system having done a quick reset. Seungmin and Jeongin just snorted meanwhile, amused by the stupidity of their hyungs. Minho wasn’t far behind, opting to silently watch it with a knowing grin.

“What do you mean?” - Jisung asked, disbelief heavily dripping from each syllable. “I mean exactly what I said? What, none of you asked Bae hyung for his signature before…?” - Felix replied, confusion clearly displayed as he tilted his head, hands stilling in the otter’s hair. “You mean, we could have asked him for it? Just like that?” - it was Changbin this time, hands firmly planted on the table, already halfway to fully standing up from his poor, knocked back chair. “...Yes? What? Don’t tell me you guys haven’t been asking him to sign all his photocards and albums?” “Felix, I am so honest when I say I love you, but I’m stealing all of them.” “What, Bin hyung NO-” “I agree. I’ll help steal them and we split them evenly.” “Sungie, you too?!?”

Bae watched the two chase Felix around, all the while Hyunjin was left freaking out in his chair, acting as if his entire soul had just left his body. Chan was shaking his head tiredly, but you could see he enjoyed it as well from the light smile dancing on his lips and the slight crease in his eyes. Minho grabbed a snack and happily munched on it, loving the show maybe a bit too much. Bae swore the man thrived on chaos, something that was both impressive and fear-inducing. The two youngest reveled in the situation the most maybe, openly laughing as Felix had been caught and held down, the quokka and dwaekki not granting him any mercy.

Not wanting to suddenly become a group of 8, the tallest member stood up with a silent sigh and a fond smile, ruffling a still dramatically unmoving weasel’s hair on his way as he walked towards the roughhousing trio.

“I’ll sign your guys’ stuff too, just let Lix go.”

The speed at which Jisung and Changbin turned towards his direction was worrying, a miracle none of them got whiplash in the first place. There was a dangerous glint in their eyes, telling of a hunger and determination that had Bae take a step back, right into someone’s chest.

“You’ll sign all my stuff first, right?” - Hyunjin’s voice brushed against his ear, toned arms circling around his waist and cutting off his only escape route.

“Hey, no fair, I want him to sign my stuff first!” “NO, MINE, I’M OLDER SO I SHOULD COME FIRST!” “DUDE, who cares, I love him more, so I come first!”

The bickering and shouting merely strengthened with each passing second, the trio at the centre of it all. Somehow amongst it all Felix and Chan joined in as well, the remaining three just watching in amusement and making sure the camera recorded every single moment from the best angle.

Amidst all that was Bae, caged in Hyunjin’s arms, forced to hear everything and be passed around like a child’s toy, everyone arguing about who loved him more. His arms hurt as they were grabbed and dragged into opposite directions, his skin flushed in embarrassment, the hue only darkening with each shouted declaration of love.

Maybe signing albums wasn’t as peaceful as he had thought before.

[skullsemi]

Hey Mi, what do you think about Kingdom Hearts? I recently got into the game and it’s story (btw it’s real hard to keep up with the story because of the lore lol), gotta say it’s a really nice contrast of going into different Disney worlds and protecting them from the darkness with a keyblade (plus Donald and Goofy joining you throughout the game is something I wasn’t expecting like. Wow). But I wanna know your opinion and thoughts in the game too.

Anyway that’s all (sorry if I got carried away 😅) have a nice day!✨

That's so cool!! I wish I got more into it since the visuals and ideas around it seem pretty interesting, but then there's The Kingdom Hearts Lore and oh boy is it something, aside from that I'm a sucker for character designs so every time I saw a glimpse of a new thing I was screaming

It's also one of the few medias to depict someone of the sensational six dying, right?

And then we have these aberrations and I love it very very much

[maplesunflowers]

Hiii Maple! :3

I know you technically discontinued CanUkr Week, but I wanted to ask if you would ever reconsider and give CanUkr Week another shot?

Hello there Anon!

Wow, I definitely wasn’t expecting someone to ever ask me about this 😅, but if I have to be 100% honest, the answer would probably be No.

As I stated in the Farewell message on the CanUkr Week blog, I had been on the fence for so long about even WANTING to run a ship event to begin with because every time I posted an interest poll, the results would came back on the side of “not interested”. And while I knew going into it that I wasn’t get a lot of participants, I wasn’t expecting the turnout to be as low as it ended up being. 

CanUkr means so much to me and it was incredibly painful to not only feel as if I was practically begging people to join but also seeing everyone just ignore an event I put my blood, sweat and tears into for a ship I love and care so much about while other Canada ship events get to thrive. 

I ended up spiraling into a really bad depression because of it and tbh, I still haven’t really recovered from it. 

[aughby]

Number on the Wall

Tatsunori Otsuka was many things — a volleyball star, a notorious prankster, and an all-around jokester. But if there was one thing he wasn’t, it was bold when it came to love, especially when it involved the younger sister of his team captain, Yuki Ishikawa. The very thought of Yuki finding out that he, Tatsunori, harbored a crush on Mayu was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

One day, after an intense practice session, Tatsunori headed to the locker room, drained and looking forward to a quick shower. As he entered the comfort room, something caught his eye—a scribbled number on the wall, with the words "For a good time, call Mayu."

Tatsunori blinked, staring at the number in disbelief. There was no way it was that Mayu. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quickly snapped a photo of the number, intending to check it out later.

Back at his apartment, Tatsunori paced nervously. What if it really was Mayu’s number? He imagined Yuki’s glare, the sharp lecture he’d get if he even thought about texting her. But the temptation was too strong. Finally, he decided to send a harmless, anonymous message. After all, what harm could a simple text do?

He typed: "Hey, I found your number on a wall. Is this really Mayu?"

Moments later, his phone buzzed. Tatsunori nearly dropped it in his haste to read the reply.

Mayu: "Who’s this? And where exactly did you find my number? 🤨"

Tatsunori hesitated, but then his playful nature took over. "Just a guy who happened to be in the right place at the right time. So, are you really Mayu, the volleyball star?"

Mayu: "Depends. Are you one of those weirdos who text random girls for fun?"

Tatsunori chuckled, enjoying the banter. "Not a weirdo, just someone who admires your game. I’ve seen you play. You’re amazing."

Mayu: "Thanks, but I’m still suspicious. How did you even get this number?"

Tatsunori was about to come clean, but the thought of Yuki’s face made him rethink. "Let’s just say fate led me to it. But don’t worry, I’m not a creep. Just a big fan."

The two continued texting over the next few days. Tatsunori found himself looking forward to their exchanges. Mayu, despite her initial skepticism, seemed to enjoy the anonymous conversations as well. She even started opening up about her challenges and funny stories from her own volleyball practices.

But the more Tatsunori texted her, the more he realized he was in deep. He had to tell her the truth before things got out of hand. The only problem was figuring out how to do it without facing the wrath of Yuki.

One evening, Tatsunori sent a message: "So, what would you say if I told you I might know you… in person?"

Mayu: "I’d say you better not be who I think you are. My brother is super protective."

Tatsunori’s heart skipped a beat. "What if it’s someone who thinks you’re really cool and doesn’t want to mess things up?"

There was a pause before her reply. "I’d say… just be honest. I might not bite. 😏"

Tatsunori took a deep breath, deciding it was now or never. "Alright, it’s me… Tatsunori Otsuka. Please don’t tell Yuki!"

There was a long silence, and Tatsunori began to sweat. He imagined Yuki bursting through his door, ready to strangle him. Then his phone buzzed.

Mayu: "Wow, Otsuka. I didn’t expect that. But honestly… I kind of knew. 😅"

Tatsunori blinked. "Wait, you knew?!"

Mayu: "Yeah, I recognized your way of talking after the first few texts. Plus, my number isn’t actually on any wall. My brother probably put it there to see who’d fall for it. 😜"

Tatsunori groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. "Are you serious?!"

Mayu: "Yup! But don’t worry, I won’t tell him. I think it’s cute that you were so scared of him. But maybe next time, just ask me out in person, okay?"

Tatsunori grinned, relief flooding him. "Deal. How about we grab a coffee tomorrow? Your brother doesn’t have to know… unless you want to tease him."

Mayu: "I’d love that. And maybe we’ll keep this little secret just between us. 😉"

Tatsunori couldn’t believe his luck. What started as a random, anonymous text had turned into something much more. He knew he’d have to face Yuki eventually, but for now, he was content with his new connection to Mayu—and the fact that he had survived the whole ordeal without getting crushed.

But his relief was short-lived.

The next day at practice, Tatsunori was texting Mayu under the bleachers, completely absorbed in their conversation. He didn’t notice when someone approached from behind until a voice, cold and stern, broke through his focus.

“So, what’s so interesting, Otsuka?”

Tatsunori’s heart stopped. He turned slowly, finding himself face-to-face with Yuki Ishikawa, who was glaring down at him with arms crossed. Tatsunori’s mind raced as he tried to shove his phone into his pocket, but it was too late.

Yuki’s eyes narrowed as he snatched the phone from Tatsunori’s hands. “Let’s see what’s got you so distracted…”

“Wait, Yuki, I can explain—”

But Yuki was already scrolling through the messages. His face remained unreadable as he read the exchange between Tatsunori and his sister. When he finished, he handed the phone back to Tatsunori without a word.

Tatsunori braced himself for the worst. “Yuki, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Otsuka?” Yuki interrupted, his voice surprisingly calm.

Tatsunori blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Yuki sighed, shaking his head. “I knew you had a thing for Mayu. I’ve known for a while. But sneaking around like this? You’re just making it harder on yourself.”

Tatsunori was speechless. He hadn’t expected Yuki to be so… understanding. “So, you’re not going to kill me?”

Yuki smirked, finally breaking into a grin. “Not today. But if you hurt her, you’ll wish I had.”

Tatsunori nodded vigorously. “I swear, I’ll be good to her.”

Yuki clapped him on the back, a bit too hard, but with a brotherly camaraderie. “Good. Now get back to practice before I change my mind.”

As Tatsunori jogged back to the court, he felt like he had just dodged a bullet. But when his phone buzzed with a new message, he couldn’t help but smile.

Mayu: "Did Yuki catch you? 😅"

Tatsunori glanced back at Yuki, who was already back to focusing on practice, then replied:

Otsuka: "Yeah, but I’m still alive. I think that’s a good sign, right?"

Mayu: "Definitely. Let’s celebrate your survival with that coffee later. 😉"

Tatsunori chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. Not only had he managed to confess to Mayu, but he had also survived Yuki’s wrath—at least for now. And as he joined his teammates on the court, he realized that maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was worth it.

And so, Tatsunori learned that sometimes the scariest obstacles can be the ones that lead to the best rewards—and that it’s always better to be honest, especially when it comes to matters

[trueliarose]

I'm still so freaking proud of this story. It's not my usual Snarry, but my first actual canon rewrite and not to brag, but I love how it turned out 🙈😅and it is Severus POV...

Armassy 💕 whom I was allowed to write this for and gift this to said the following about it, and yes, this is exactly what I set out to do (and yes, I'm still crying over those nice words, wow):

This is exactly what people fight for and I will never forgive JKR for putting Snape through all of that alone, that was just cruel. More than that. So giving Snape Charlie, giving him the strength to go through everything, was like a balm for my soul.

So please, if you want to, go check it out on Ao3.

And of course I could not resist putting a little Harry&Severus scene in there as well, so here you go (sneak peak 😜)

The figure in front of the portrait turned, revealing the face that belonged to the unruly bird's nest of black hair Severus had already identified: Potter. Severus gripped his wand, ready to shield himself, but instead of the expected hatred and fury, Potter looked at him with remorse. It was as if Potter saw him for the first time, and as if he could see the man Potter had become like he had not been able to before. 

“So it was his plan all along?” Potter asked.

“Yes,” Severus said slowly.

“Show me,” Potter asked, an almost childlike longing in his face.

Severus raised his wand, noting that Potter did not flinch at the sight, but looked at it with almost morbid curiosity. He cast, Bumble springing forth instantly, doing her signature loops and somersaults.

She flew to Potter, who reached out as if to pet her, his head snapping up at Severus again. They stared at each other, two men destined to die, and silent understanding passed between them. Bumble floated in their midst, the only source of light in this dark night.

“Did you love her?” Potter asked, his voice grave like Severus had never heard before. “Do you love him?”

Severus could have pretended not to know what Potter was talking about, and he wanted to snap at him that it was none of his business. But it was, wasn’t it? In this very moment, when they asked of him the unimaginable, Potter was entitled to the truth.

“Yes,” Severus said. And not even sure why it felt so important, he added. “Both of them, but so very differently.”

“Good,” said Potter, his gaze on the floating Patronus. “That’s good.”

Severus nodded.

Potter took his cloak from the desk, turning to leave.

“Your parents loved you,” Severus said, needing to give the child something to hold on to in this darkest of hours. “They would be so very proud of you.”

Potter smiled a sad smile. “Thank you,” he said, and it felt to Severus that he was not only thanking him for the meaningless platitude, but for so much more.

And then he vanished, donning that blasted cloak of his. Severus shivered as he felt the air shift when Potter passed him. The door to the office opened and closed, sealing both their fates.

[princesslachimolala]

The Bangtan GC 📱

3. Who’s your bias? 🤔

•••

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are in a members-only group chat with BTS 💜

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: slight angst

A/n: reader is gn (gender neutral) so read honorific’s as they apply to you, just my interpretation of who I think would bias who in this 8th member fic world, just meant to be fun not serious at all! Enjoy!

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🦊: I’m bored someone entertain me

🐻: can you not just leave your room and talk to us? we’re literally right next door?

🦊: but what’s the fun in that? then we can have these texts forever till we’re old and grey🥰

🐹: speak for yourself baby petal I may be getting old but I’m aging like fine wine 🍷

🐨: no one says that about themselves Jin hyung…

🐱: Jin hyung does

🐿: want me to spam the gc with old pictures of us yn-ie? we can reminisce the trainee days…😄

🐥: don’t dare Hobi hyung!! I don’t wanna to see my old hair…

🐰: I second that…

🦊: ughhhhhh

🐰: I felt that in my soul

🐥: ooh I have a fun question

🐱: ??

🐥: it has all the ingredients to properly entertain yn-ie… suspense, intrigue, drama…

🦊: oohh what’s the question minnie??

🐥: oh wouldn’t you like to know

🐰: they just said they did hyung?!

🐻: I want to know Minnie!!!! Ask me!!!!

🐥: if we each were part of army… who would be our bias?

🐨: oh here we go…

🐹: I’d bias myself

🐰: you can’t bias yourself hyung

🐹: that wasn’t a rule kookie

🦊: cmon oppa/hyung we know you’d be a joonie bias

🐥: hmm I think Jin hyung would be a yn bias

🐱: of course he would be

🐰: Yoongi hyung would also be a yn bias… maybe I am too

🦊: don’t be so dramatic guys, we all know Yoongi is a jimin bias

🦊: and kookie you’re 100% a namjoon bias, be so for real…

🐰: why you gotta out me like that

🐿: you don’t keep it quiet koo hahahaha

🐰: Hobi hyung is such a jimin bias too

🐥: he gives Jungkook bias vibes too though

🐻: who’s biasing me?😅

🐥: who do you think Tae? Me and yn obvs…

🐨: did you just admit Tae is your favourite Jimin?

🐻: wow thanks minnie🥹

🐻: feeling the love just waiting for my little one to admit it now

🦊: hope your not talking about me

🐻: who else is my little one? Jk is literally taller than me…

🦊: I would be an ot8 guys sorry, couldn’t pick

🐿: aw yn-ie that’s such a boring answer ✋🏻

🦊: Hobi!!!😭

🐿: I mean it’s sweet but… where’s the drama??

🐰: noona/hyung, you are kinda screaming Tae bias but also Jin bias??

🦊: but I love you all😭

🐱: wow a confession

🐨: we love you too baby petal🫶🏻

🐹: yah just accept your Jin bias status baby petal

🦊: but you don’t even bias me back oppa/hyung…

🐹: I did neither confirm nor deny little one

🦊: so that’s a yes?

🐹: …

🐹: it’s not a no…

🐿: AH-HA JIN HYUNG IS AN YN BIAS

🐱: okay so yn is a Jin bias, Jin is a yn bias, Tae and Minnie are obvs each other’s bias, Kook is a Joon bias… does that mean Joon is a kook bias?

🐨: I would bias the golden maknae for sure

🐰: sobbing

🐨: can you sob over my plants they need more watering?

🦊: Yoongi oppa/hyung you kinda give Hobi bias vibes

🐱: I’ll take that

🐿: thank you hyunggggg

🐿: I’ll bias you back hyung!!!

🐥: wow we’re all being so wholesome, this is not the drama I expected?

🦊: now let’s decide bias wreckers 😈

🐱: 🤦🏻

🐻: I’m a yn bias wrecker… there I said it

🦊: omg I was gonna say the same thing Tae 🥹

🐻: that you bias wreck yourself?

🦊: no- you, silly 🙄

🐻: ah- well thank you 🙄

🦊: you’re welcome 🙄

🐻: you’re stinky 🙄

🦊: back at your bro 🙄

🐻: double back at you, second brightest light in my life 🙄

🦊: wow- heartfelt or what 🙄

🐻: what?

🦊: what?

🐻: I asked you what

🦊: but I’m confused

🐻: it couldn’t be a simpler question

🐨: are yous gonna be a while or?

🐥: I love watching my babies argue 🥹

🐰: I hate watching my noona and hyung/hyungs argue 😔

🐱: we’ve reached chaos again

🐿: I’m gonna admit I’m a jimin bias wrecker hahahah

🐥: awww hyung!!! I’m a Hobi bias wrecker fr!!!

🐰: but I want Hobi as my bias wrecker 😔

🐥: you can still have him koo, there’s plenty of sunshine to go around…

🐱: I might be a Jin bias wrecker if we had to pick…

🐹: I’m a jk bias wrecker and proud

🦊: joonie?

🐨: uh- Suga hyung I guess

🦊: you okay joonie?

🐨: all fine, yn-ie

🐻: no bc no one picked Joon bias wrecker!!

🐻: sorry hyung!! I’ll bias wreck you!!

🐰: that means yn noona/hyung isn’t bias wrecked🥹

🦊: aw it’s just a game guys

🐰: but it’s not fair 😪

🐨: hyung’s okay koo, I just got in my head

🦊: aw joonie 🥺

🐱: we’re all undercover rap monster stans anyways

🐥: BIAS THE LEADER

🐰: NAMJOON IS MY PRESIDENT

🐻: NAMJOON IS MY KING

🦊: NAMJOONING IS MY LIFESTYLE

🐿: awwww look at all your dongsaengie’s joonie 🫶🏻

🐨: thanks guys

🐥: that conversation got more sentimental that I thought wow

🐹: ig we’re all ot8 army’s anyway right

🐿: yes yes 🫶🏻🫶🏻

🐰: I bias you all fr

🐱: this is so cheesy

🐱: but fr I love you all we’re tied by the red string of fate anyway

🐨: hyung- your obsessed with this red string of fate

🐱: because it’s true

🦊: thanks for entertaining me guys I’m sleepy now, goodnight!

🐰: noona/hyung! You can’t just dip like that it’s too early! Come play games with us in the game room🥺

🐥: we’re playing Fall Guys yn-ie 😏✋🏻

🐻: and I have snacks…

🐿: I’m coming to supervise

🐹: me too

🐨: coming too!

🐱: fine I’m omw…

🦊: say no more… it’s game night!! hehehe

🐰: hurry noona/hyung, Tae just stole player one from me🥺

🦊: Tae…

🐻: kookie always gets player one but✋🏻

🦊: I’m coming to sort this out…

🐥: yay ot8 game night!!!

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A/n: I have no idea if this made sense or how to end this text thread but it preludes the next proper 8th member fic… it’s game night with Bangtan🫶🏻 hope you thought it was fun!

[bisluthq]

omg matt smith is the finest man i’ve ever seen. he shouldn’t be so fine but something about him is so fucking hawt.

I will tell you all an embarrassing story now which shows teenage me had a stunning lack of self-awareness: after Matt and Karen got cast in Doctor Who, I (an overly online teenager) got… really into Doctor Who. Like CRAZY into it. Obviously like Superwholock vibes were big on Tumblr at the time (congrats Gen Z ig on missing that) so I thought it was me being quirky and super online right even though I didn’t do the super at all and the lock like I watched but passively idk. When Karen left I was marginally less into it actually but I still watched. And my bf at the time kept saying like “you have a thing for Matt smith” and I kept being like “no I do not, I’m just quirky and like doctor who!” and then MATT left and I watched like two episodes with Peter and was like “holy shit L’s correct idgaf at all about this mid nerdy ass bullshit lol I’m just horny and a whole whore for Matt (and Karen)”. Never watched Doctor Who again lol. Have rewatched some of Matt’s episodes (mostly the ones from the three series with Karen lol) because…. I am horny and bi and think they’re very hot.

Matt also has this one photoshoot where he wore tiny black sunglasses (he actually owned similar ones at one stage but he didn’t look as good in candids as in that photoshoot) and I’ve spent way too long looking at it.

I will also say again tho that I met Matt and irl he wasn’t as wow for me as I expected based on how hot I find pics and videos of him 😂😅