#and way too little at the end but i had fun.

[sp0o0kylights]

Sometimes I think of a Steve Harrington that is absolutely exhausted by all the horror and bullshit and trying to keep the kids alive through said horror and bullshit, who watches Eddie rock up to him at the beginning of S4 with a dead eyed, flat stare.

"Steeeeve Harrington." Eddie taunts and peacocks and twirls around him, and all Steve wanted was for a couple months to process the trauma, maybe feel safe enough to start thinking about the future instead of stuck in a never ending anxiety loop of what might happen to Dumbass Near-Deatherson, should Steve go to college or move out of Hawkins (bc all the bad nicknames in the world won't erase the fact that Dustin's family, now. They're all family. And when they need help, they go to Steve.) and now he's suffering the unjust ordeal of being haunted by the high school drug dealer.

"His highness has come down from his castle!" Munson will crow, making a show out of Steve picking up the kids like this is a great battle of wits, a scoreboard between them and not like Steve is half dead on his feet, head aching, dreams full of too many teeth. "Quickly hide behind me, he'll try to cut off your heads!"

"Wouldn't he just cut yours off too?" Lucas asked, though the tone was slightly timid, Sinclair unsure if his joke would be well recieved.

(Steve doesn't care if the kid outright insults him. He still recalls the junkyard, the fight with Billy, the blood staining the kid's headband. Lucas lived, therefore, he can be a shit if wants.)

"Mine? Oh, the King wouldn't dare." Munson tosses his head, full of cartoon energy, too big for his body and grin both. "Many have tried you see, but no one had ever succeeded!"

Steve, equally, does not give a single shit that Eddie Munson has decided to play these games with him--until he realizes he's maybe been a little too exhausted and depressed and morose around the kids.

Watches them getting worried over him, whispering urgently and making dramatic gestures and talking to Robin and suddenly, playing a little tug of war over them the way Munson seems to want feels like a good idea. A way to hide all the rough edges, a way to be fine so they can be fine.

"How about you guys skip the dork brigade tonight," Steve taunts back the next time they're all together, standing like the man he used to be, wearing a dead personality. "And we go do something actually fun instead?"

Eddie laughs, lights up, is all too happy to match him tit for tat, and it's so easy to fake this kind of interaction, rolling his eyes and snapping his gum. Steve could match this energy in his sleep, and never once does Munson catch on that Steve's not doing this for him.

That he's not even looking at him half the time, eyes askew, locked on the kids. Seeing them relax as he banters, seeing Dustin glow as he returns to his favorite position, being the center of attention.

So long as they think he's okay, Steve will be okay. If that means putting up with Munson, then so be it.

Its not like he'll catch on.

Eddie doesnt.

(Or rather, he does--but Its months and several deaths later, when they're in the RV, chasing what feels like literal demons, does it dawn on Eddie what Steve is doing.

Has been doing, the whole time.

Steve, sassy, ridiculous, jock- brained Steve makes the mistake of doing it again, using the same trick he had on the kids to convince them he was fine on Eddie. To further convince Eddie that they were fine as a group.

That they'll survive, they'll figure it out, they'll make it.

Loudly bantering with dead eyes, smiling with a mouth robotically locked in. Jokes on jokes on jokes and all of them making the kids take their minds off VecnaHenryOne to screech ineffectively at their babysitter. Winks tossed to the girls, who both roll their eyed at him. A sly look given to Eddie, to include him.

Its then, that Eddie decides to cement his life with Steve's. Because this loyal bastard of a paladin is too good hearted to die, too protective to not try it anyway. The idiot is cutting himself to ribbons to tie them all together and Eddie can't undo the damage but he can grab all the pieces he can, loop them together.

He can make those dead eyes light up again.

And he does.

This time when things are over Steve finds himself unable to pull those little tricks of his. Every time he slides the mask over his face Eddie rips it right back off again.

They fight, a lot, until they start kissing instead and for a while that also, somehow, feels like fighting but Eddie's real good at this. The emotional part, not so much the kissing, but he knows how to draw Steve out. How to break down walls, and annoying his real personality out.

The kissing was just an odd little side benefit.

A thing they don't talk about.

There's a benefit to it, one he doesn't look very hard into, until strangely, one day, Eddie wakes with Steve's head pillowed on his shoulder and comes to the abrupt conclusion that he's screwed.

Or so he thinks--until bright, loving eyes blink awake, and turn on him, and Eddie realizes just how long it's been since they looked dead.

He wonders, vaguely, how long it'll take for Steve to catch on, that this just got serious.

Will laugh at himself when he learns that Steve already knew.

Guess that's what he gets for finally paying attention.)

[yagrldariv]

Little Black Dress

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.

TW:Smut, semi-public, fingering, squirting, overstimulation.




Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.

Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.

“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.

“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”

Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.

Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.

“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.

“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”

You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.

His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.

From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.

“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.

The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”

Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.

“Answer me,” he paused his movements.

“Yes, yes I love it��

“That’s my girl”

He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.

“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.

He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.

When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.

“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”

“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”

“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.

At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.

“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”

You nodded “always for you daddy”

He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.

Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.

“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.

You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.

His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.

His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.

“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.

“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.

“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”

Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.

Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.

He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.

He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”

You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.

“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.

You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.

He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.

That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.

He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”

You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.

“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.

His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.

You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.

“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.

“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised

“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.

Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”

You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.

He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”

[carnalcrows]

DETECTIVE - JUNHO

pairing: junho x top male reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend returns from work all stressed and pent up. You decide to relieve him of his troubles.

content warnings: 18+, bottom junho, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, junho gets a little cock drunk.

word count: 1.0k

A/N: had fun with this request!! tysm anon <3

Jun-ho stumbled into the apartment, the weight of his investigation etched deeply into his tired features. His tie was loose, his shirt half-untucked, and his hair looked like he’d run his hands through it at least a hundred times that day. You were sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, but the moment you heard the door creak open, you shot up to greet him.

“Rough day, detective?” you teased lightly, offering him a grin as he kicked off his shoes with the enthusiasm of a man who had been on his feet for far too long.

“Rough doesn’t even cover it,” he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m chasing ghosts, and every lead either disappears or ends up dead.”

You frowned sympathetically, stepping closer to slide your arms around his waist. “That’s why you’ve got me,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “To make you forget all about those pesky ghosts.”

Jun-ho gave a weary chuckle, his hands finding their place on your hips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” he murmured, though his shoulders remained tense.

“Well, that’s my job, isn’t it?” you quipped, gently pulling him toward the bedroom. “Come on, Mr. Detective. You need to relax, and I’ve got just the plan.”

The bedroom was dimly lit, a few candles casting a warm glow across the room. You pushed him gently onto the bed, your hands working at the buttons of his shirt before he could protest. “You need to stop overworking yourself,” you scolded playfully. “I can’t have my boyfriend turning into a stress zombie.”

Jun-ho sighed, letting you slide the shirt off his shoulders. “Easier said than done,” he mumbled. “This case… It's like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The scale of it, the cruelty—”

“Shhh,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. “No work talk. Just you, me, and forgetting all about whatever’s out there.”

He looked at you, his dark eyes softening as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” you replied smugly, leaning in to kiss him.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly deepened, the tension in his body melting away under your touch. Your hands roamed his back, coaxing him to relax as he let out a quiet, contented sigh. His lips moved against yours with increasing fervor, and you felt his earlier exhaustion being replaced by something far more passionate.

Your hands slid down his waist, settling at the hem of his pants, gently tugging them off.

“ ‘M gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumbled before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, before trailing them all the way to his happy trails.

You slightly nipped at his boxers, before pulling them down with your teeth, making him shudder.

“Fuck– just put it in already,” he mumbled, to which you merely smirked before picking up the packet of lube you had kept near the bedside and ripping it with your teeth.

The cool liquid slid down your fingers, and you took one and prodded at his home, before slowly sliding it in.

Jun-ho moaned at the intrusion, it had been a while since the two of you had done anything together.

You slid another digit in, followed by a third one. Three fingers were pumping in and out of the man, eliciting the most beautiful noises you had ever heard in a while.

Deeming him prepped enough, you removed you fingers, and replaced them with your hardened length, groaning as his hole clenched around the tip.

Jun-ho let out a loud moan, feeling filled to the brim. You slowly slid all the way in, stopping when your pelvis was reading against his ass.

“Gonna move now baby,” you uttered before pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back in. His back arched, eyes going to the back of his head.

You showed no mercy with your thrusts, every single one hitting his prostate.

Jun-ho was clinging onto the bed sheets with a desperation, his legs tightening their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer into him.

His brain had gone haywire, you cock filling the empty space. It was all he could think about– if he could even think, given the situation.

Without warning, he came– painting both his and your torsos. You didn't stop however, merely speeding up your thrusts, making him whine from the overstimulation.

His hole clenched around you tightly, and you felt yourself release, coating his insides with your seed.

Jun-ho whined when you pulled out of him, feeling empty. You got up and grabbed a washcloth, wiping him down before cleaning yourself up. Throwing the cloth away, you tucked him into bed, laying down beside him and letting sleep take you over.

Hours later, Jun-ho was fast asleep beside you, his breathing steady and peaceful. You watched him for a moment, a soft smile playing on your lips as you brushed a strand of hair from his face. He looked so serene, so trusting.

And then your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, grabbing the device and stepping into the other room. You glanced at the screen, your stomach flipping when you saw the name: Front Man.

You hesitated for only a moment before answering. “It’s done,” you whispered, your voice calm and controlled. “He’s completely distracted.”

A deep, distorted voice replied, “Good. Keep him that way. We can’t afford any interference.”

Your lips curved into a smirk, your eyes flicking back toward the bedroom where Jun-ho slept soundly. “He won’t suspect a thing. I’ll make sure of it.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then the voice said, “You’ve done well. Don’t forget where your loyalties lie.”

“Of course not,” you replied smoothly, ending the call and placing the phone back on the counter.

As you returned to bed, sliding under the covers beside Jun-ho, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of something—was it guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter. You’d made your choice long ago, and there was no turning back.

You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. “Goodnight, detective,” you murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

And as the night stretched on, you lay there with him, your mind already calculating your next move.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and and I take genuine effort to do them.

[ferrarifinnick]

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR | KANG DAE-HO (PLAYER 388)

pairing: dom!dae-ho x reader

genre: smut (18+)

warnings: pda, voyerism, teasing, p in v, brat taming, sub/dom, handjob, dirty talk, overstimulation, car sex.

summary: a little stunt during family dinner brings out a side of dae-ho you’ve never seen before.

dae-ho was never one to turn down dinner with your parents. he had perfected the art of impressing your dad and flattering your mother, and tonight was no different. dae-ho shook your father’s hand, called him sir, and spent the whole evening attentively listening to his every word over dinner made by your mother. he nodded along, asked informed questions, and kept a perfectly straight face while you jerked him off under the dinner table.

“what were you saying about the — unngh,” he suddenly grunted as you squeezed his shaft. he quickly feigned a string of coughs, reaching for a glass of water while gesturing to his neck with a flustered wave of his hand.

your mother gasped. “oh, dear! let’s get you some more water,” she said, standing up from her seat to reach for the jug of water in the middle of the table.

“no!” dae-ho blurted out, pulling a napkin over his lap in an attempt to conceal your hand in his suit trousers. he quickly adjusted his alarm into a charming smile that convinced your mother to sink back into her seat. “thank you,” he said. “but it’s alright now. must’ve swallowed some of this delicious beef the wrong way!” he joked, chuckling heartily as your mother fawned.

“oh!” she said, flattered. “well, it’s just something i put together quickly…”

your father scoffed. “don’t listen to her, dae-ho. she’s been braising this beef all day, haven’t you honey?”

dae-ho seized another chunk of it in his chopsticks while your mother blushed. “well, that is clear in its flavour,” he said sweetly, then glanced to your father to add, “let’s hope i make it to the end of the meal, shall we?” he joked, and your father’s hearty laugh drown out the sharp breaths you pulled form dae-ho as you massaged his cock in your fist.

he shot you a warning glare while your parents were distracted in conversation.

at the end of the evening, after finishing your meal and enjoying some chatter over glasses of wine, dae-ho bid farewell to your parents by the door.

“thank you for a wonderful evening,” he said as your mother pulled him into a hug.

she kissed his cheek. “we always welcome your company, dae-ho,” she said, pinching his cheek affectionately. “such a pleasure to cook for.”

your father agreed, clasping dae-ho’s hand in a firm shake. “do come again soon.”

dae-ho’s eyes widened, and you knew by the redness flooding his cheeks that he is thinking about the sticky cum in his boxers. the situation you caused. he shot you a quick glance as the little giggle slipped from your lips, and while the dark flash of warning in his eyes went unnoticed by your parents, it’s didn’t to you.

he opened his arms. while you often savoured the security that came with the size of his muscles, it’s rare you’re intimidated by them. by the power they had over you. inching closer and pressing yourself against his chest, you’re squeezed flush against him as his arms wrapped around you.

he said your name. it dripped with tension, but it’s still intense with the affection you were so accustomed to. “it’s always lovely seeing you,” he said and leaned down to bury his face in your hair. his breath burned your skin, and you were suddenly aware of just hot quickly his heart was beating. how tense his muscles felt under yours.

you had really done it tonight. you had pushed him too far and found the side of dae-ho that rarely surfaced. the side that liked to punish you in the one way that’ll teach you never to misbehave again. frighteningly, and just a little bit thrillingly, you knew you would soon learn your lesson.

“did you enjoy your fun this evening?” he asked innocently enough, but it’s laced with so much meaning that a chill ran down your back.

you nodded cautiously. “i did,” you said, your hands hesitantly resting on his back. it suddenly felt so broad under your touch, and even as you slid them higher, all you discovered was more muscle under his shirt.

his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. you flinched into his hold, and his big arms held you steady, trapped you in his embrace. in his trap. exactly where he wanted you to be.

quiet enough for only you to hear, lips shielded from your parents in your hair, he whispered to you. “meet me in my car.”

with that, he pulled away and the warmth returned to his chipper demeanour as he waved you all farewell one last time. as your dad showed him out the door, he sent you one last look, before walking down the driveway. his car keys jingled purposefully with every step.

your reminder.

the front door closed, and your parents poured one final glass of wine before disappearing into the living room. you waited until they became engrossed in what was playing on the television, before quietly slipping out the front door, closing it with a soft click.

the headlights were already on, the passenger door popped open for you, and dae-ho wasted no time in driving out of your street. he parked up in a lonely alleyway nobody would ever use so late at night, and the second the ignition shut off, he pounced.

you had never had such a good view of the backseats as you did now with your face pressed against them, cheek raw as it brushed across the surface with every blow of dae-ho’s hips.

“is this what you wanted?” he grunted, one hand on the arch of your back, the other pushing your head down. “to get fucked like a little bitch in the back of my car?”

you cried as he delivered a thrust that reached so deep into your pussy you could swear it hit your cervix. he held you still as you struggled underneath him, his amusement coming out in a breathy scoff. you could only imagine the smug grin on his face.

“oh, is it too much, baby?” he cooed. “my dick too big for you, huh?”

the blow of his hips, the small but effective increase in his pace forcing the sob to bubble out of your throat. “yes!” you cried, and you didn’t know if you were answering him or asking for more.

“too bad,” he taunted, forcing his cock in even deeper. he slowly shifted more of his weight onto you, and the strangled groan he pulled from you only encouraged the speed of his thrusts. “you asked for this.”

he drove your body forward with each blow of his hips, and even as your body convulsed under his, he didn’t ease his pace. he fucked into you until you saw stars, and even as you clamped down and released on his cock, he didn’t stop. he rode you through your high and took you all the way to the next one, until your tears rolled down your cheeks and your arousal down your legs.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he asked from behind, drops of his sweat landing on the arch of your back. “isn’t this what you wanted?”

backseat loving with dae-ho…dreamy. please like, comment, reblog. love <33

[nihilisticnomad]

Forgot to do this before New Year, but since it's still January here it goes!

1) How many fics have you worked on since January?

I've published 37 stories this year!

2) What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I tried my hand at various styles of smut. I was originally scared to try this style of writing, but I ended having fun!

3) What piece of media inspired you the most?

The Harry Potter movies and Lore once again, it seems I can't stay away from this universe.

4) How many fandoms did you write for this year?

6 fandoms in total: Harry Potter, One Piece, Maleficent, Biohazard Resident Evil, Ancient Greek Religion and Original Work.

5) What ships captured your heart?

Nico Robin/Roronoa Zoro from One Piece Bela Dimitrescu/Mother Miranda from Biohazard Resident Evil Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger; Narcissa Malfoy/Hermione Granger; Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy; Narcissa Malfoy/Nagini from Harry Potter

6) What characters captured your heart?

A bit too many to list!

7) Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

Quite a bit yes, but I particularly enjoyed writing my first Narcissa Malfoy/Hermione Granger with "Darling, you say (And I keen under your touch)"

8) What fic meant the most to you to write?

"Mama, help (There's a monster in my head)" means a lot to me, because of the story's general theme. Writing helped alleviate a bit of the pressure in a way.

9) What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

I really enjoyed working on "And under the ancient trees (I danced with the Otherworld)". I felt carried away when writing it, which doesn't happen often!

10) What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

"Sshh, little one (There's a sleeping crow nearby)" felt so goof to finish because it was taking dust in my drafts for years now!

11) What fic was the most difficult to write?

I'll have to say "At the tip of my fingers (Your Starry Night)", because I usually don't write M/M, and even less in that borderline-manipulative tone.

12) What fic was the easiest to write?

"Oh pixies, sing (The song of my mischief)" was by far the easiest to write.

13) What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

Longest story is "Sshh, little one (There's a sleeping crow nearby)" at 1.3K words; and shortest fics are drabbles of 100 words.

14) What were your go-to writing songs?

Just putting one of my playlists on shuffle, and waiting for inspiration to appear.

15) What was the hardest fic to title?

I had the ingenious idea to commit to two-part titles, so it’s always a bit of a hassle. Tho the hardest might have been "O river mine (Take me whole)"

16) What's your favorite title of the year?

Probably "Whenever night falls (Listen for my call)". Not really sure why but I like it.

17) Share your favorite opening line

“Do you feel lonely?” asks Helen, her voice a mere murmur as she gently runs a hand through hissing hair. The snakes playfully nip at her fingers as she grazes their cold scales, their tiny forked tongues curiously exploring the palm of her hand before retreating shyly into the darkness of her lover’s hair. From the story "In the garden of solitude (Lies an Immortal's heart)"

18) Share your favorite ending line

She turns her head toward Hermione. “It’s raw freedom.” she adds, golden flecks swimming in her blue eyes as she smiles wistfully. From the story "What do you dream about? (Freedom, mon amour)"

19) Share your favorite piece of dialogue

« It’s peaceful. » she’d said at Hermione’s questioning gaze. « To roam above the world with such freedom. » She’d laughed a strange hollow sound, « It’s reassuring too, to know that even something as powerful as a star will one day collapse and disappear. » From the story "To hook a star (Is to find your freedom)"

20) Share your funniest line

I don't write many light-hearted dialogue this year, so I think this one: Hermione steps closer, “Fleur?” “Your cat!” suddenly blurts out Fleur. Hermione blinks dumbly at her wife and the blonde groans, hiding her face behind her hands as she adds, “Your stupid cat jumped on me and scared me!” From the story "Feline fiasco (And feathery mishap)"

21) What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

"There's a whisper in the dark of my mind (It yells for the truths I buried)" was originally meant to be a light-hearted story about a silly promise... I'm not really sure what happened but let's just say the story did a complete 180°...

22) What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

As always, I kept true to Google Docs! I did try a few others but I can't seem to get the hang of it.

23) If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

I'll have to say writing "And under the ancient trees (I danced with the Otherworld)". The overwhelming feeling of pride and happiness I got from writing this drabble took me by surprise, but it's one I'll cherish!

24) Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

Sigh deeply and stare into the wall as I say goodbye to my WIP, and pray that someone will enjoy reading it. Each and every time, it’s the same ritual, ever since I posted my first story. Also did a little happy dance for a few stories, of course.

25) How did you recharge between fics?

The end of the year was a bit lacking in inspiration, so I simply focused on taking care of myself, whether it was with cuddling my cat, going horse-riding or seeing my family.

26) Did you create fanworks other than fic?

Nothing for that!

27) How many events did you take part in?

I participated in 13 events this year!

28) If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

As always, my grandmother, may she rest in peace. She was always been my biggest supporter when it came to my passion for writing, even though she didn't understand English. She'd always let me talk her ears off about my wips and ideas, celebrated my small victories with me and was patient with me as I tried to tell her my stories in French.

29) What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

Write a multichapter story! It's been my goal since 2022, but the task seems a bit too daunting still...

30) What would you like to write in 2025?

A multichapter story! Damnit.

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?

[bimbosicko]

GET HIM BACK !

when sam accidentally sees dean in bed with two girls, you decide to give him the idea of getting revenge and get him back ۶ৎ

pairings ! sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings ! english isn't my first language, creampie! wrap it before you tap it guys, season three sam winchester, sam is an awkward dork, reader is a BIGGER awkward dork, it starts as a joke and ends with sex... lmao. this is fluff!! with sex!! porn with 2k of plot 😭, let's have a shot whenever i mention cheeks or the word fuck and let's get BUSTED.

author's note ! he's so cute i love him sm (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) remember!! my asks are open and everything you need to know ab myself is in the pinned post in my blog, ily<33

word count ! 5,1 k of words wtf is wrong with me!!

"I am traumatized."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Sam, you're not traumatized..." you said, your voice tinged with amusement, the edges of a smile playing on your lips.

"I've seen Kama Sutra positions that were easier than whatever was going on in that room," he added, your laughter echoed in the room, and for a moment, you felt the familiar ease you always had with Sam.

"God, you're hilarious," you said, shaking your head. "Don't ever change."

"I think that experience changed me," he muttered, sounding truly displeased.

"Come on," you shrugged. "He deserves to have a little fun every now and then. I mean... he doesn't have much time left." The lightness in your voice faltered as the words left your mouth, and you regretted them the moment you saw the way Sam's face darkened.

"Hey," he said sharply, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Don't say that. We'll find a way."

You nodded, though the uncertainty in your expression must have betrayed you. "If you say so, Sammy..." The nickname slipped off your tongue as naturally as breathing, like it belonged there. At this point, the bond between you two felt as unshakable as the tides meeting the shore. He noticed, of course, and for a split second, something flickered in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place but felt deep in your chest.

Sam rolled his eyes then, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. "You’re lucky you were asleep during all that. If not, I would’ve sent you to the room," he grumbled with a mock huff.

Your nose wrinkled at his suggestion, heat rising to your cheeks. "Well..." you trailed off, looking anywhere but at him.

His brows furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by well?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

You covered your face with both hands, already regretting opening your mouth. "I didn’t want to see that!" you squeaked, your voice muffled by your palms. Your cheeks burned, and you felt the weight of his gaze on you.

Sam leaned closer, the proximity making your pulse race. "Wait, wait, wait..." he said, his tone lighter now but with a hint of teasing curiosity. "Are you saying you pretended to be asleep?"

Your eyes widened as you peeked through your fingers, only to find his smirk growing. "Sam!" you whined, your embarrassment mounting.

He tilted his head, grinning now, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made your stomach flip. "So, you did. Wow, I thought you were fearless, but apparently, even you have limits."

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, crossing your arms defensively. But the way he laughed—a deep, genuine laugh—made your heart skip. You tried not to smile, but the corners of your lips betrayed you.

For a moment, the air between you two shifted. The teasing banter faded into a comfortable silence, but the unspoken tension lingered, thick and electric. His gaze softened, lingering on you just a second too long, and you felt the world narrow to just the two of you. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

"You're something else, you know that?" he said quietly, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the fairytale-like spell that seemed to envelop the two of you. Sam was so close that you could feel his warmth, and staying indifferent to it felt like an almost impossible task.

"So... when is Dean coming back from the hospital?" you whispered, locking your gaze on Sam’s eyes.

"In an hour, I think." His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone that echoed in the silence that followed.

You nodded but said nothing more. A heavy silence settled between you, not exactly uncomfortable, but not easy to ignore either. The tension was palpable, as if every breath you took fed a fire that neither of you dared acknowledge.

"You should get back at Dean," you blurted out suddenly, trying to dispel the pressure that seemed to hang in the air. You pretended to be distracted, playing with your nails, but you were fully aware of Sam's every move from the corner of your eye.

"What?" His eyebrow arched, but there was something more behind his reaction, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

"You know... like, uh, Dean catching you doing that. It’d be funny," you murmured, feeling your shoulders tense as the words left your mouth.

"Do you think so?" he asked. His voice was calm, but there was something in it—something that made your heartbeat feel stronger, louder. "I wouldn’t want to involve some random girl in something like that..."

"Oh, right, totally. It could traumatize her," you replied with obvious irony, trying to mask your own discomfort. Your cheeks were burning, but you couldn’t stop yourself. "We could… do it. You and I… you know?"

The pause that followed was so thick that, for a second, you thought you’d said something completely out of line. Sam made a sound, like he had just let all the air leave his lungs at once.

"Us?" His voice sounded incredulous, but there was something deeper in it, something mingling with the surprise.

You coughed lightly, trying not to appear as affected as you felt. "Yeah, sure. We could pretend to do it, just to mess with him," you added quickly, your voice breaking slightly at the end.

"Oh," Sam said, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell what that "oh" meant. Was he surprised? Disappointed? But then he spoke again, and there was something different in his tone, something you hadn’t heard before. "Oh, right, I mean…"

He trailed off, and you glanced up, only to find him looking at you with a mix of uncertainty and something you couldn’t quite name. His gaze dropped to your lips for just a second—so quick it was almost imperceptible—but it was enough to make your breath hitch.

"Do you want to? Really?" he asked finally, his voice lower, almost a whisper.

"Pretend," you corrected, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. "Just to mess with Dean, nothing more."

"Right," he murmured, though there was something in his tone that didn’t quite match the lightness of the situation. A small smile tugged at his lips, but his eyes stayed fixed on yours, studying you like he was searching for something more in your proposal.

The silence returned, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, as if the unsaid words between you filled the space with more intensity than any conversation ever could.

"It could be fun," he said finally, his voice rough, and there was something in his expression that made you wonder if he was really talking about the prank—or about something else entirely.

You laughed, though the sound came out more nervous than you intended. You were trying to hide how tense you were, but the knot in your stomach was impossible to ignore.

“Yeah, sure…” you muttered more to yourself, your voice barely audible. Sam’s gaze lingered on you, scanning your figure from head to toe, and that simple gesture made your legs feel like jelly.

“It has to look realistic,” he said suddenly, his tone slightly firmer, though his eyes held a mix of shyness and something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

“Oh God—right,” you responded almost without thinking, your words rushed as you fought to keep your composure. Your hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, and though your cheeks were burning, you began unbuttoning it slowly. “Uh… like this?”

Sam averted his eyes for a moment, clearing his throat softly, as if that could somehow break the growing tension in the air. But when he looked back at you, his face was as red as yours.

“Uh—yeah, I guess… looks realistic to me,” he said finally, his voice lower, almost as if he were talking to himself. His gaze lingered briefly on your collarbones, dipping for a split second before meeting your eyes again.

Your voice wavered, though you tried to inject it with a touch of false confidence to mask the storm swirling inside you. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one without a shirt,” you said, feigning a casual tone as you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, you thought Sam hadn’t heard you, but then you saw him swallow hard, clearly affected. “Right—you’re right,” he muttered, his voice a little deeper than usual as he reached for the hem of his shirt.

Time seemed to slow as he pulled it off, revealing the tanned skin of his torso. You didn’t want to look, but it was impossible not to. The definition of his shoulders, the movement of his muscles… it all felt like too much to handle.

Damn.

He held the shirt in his hands for a moment, as if unsure what to do with it, before letting it fall to the floor. “Is this more fair?” he asked, with a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as though he too was trying to ease the tension between you.

“I guess…” you murmured, though your voice barely came out. Your eyes met his, and the silence that followed was deafening. You could hear the sound of his breathing, slow and heavy, mixing with yours, and the space between you seemed to shrink with every passing second.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” he said finally, his tone attempting to be light, but the nervousness was unmistakable.

“You said it,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to shield yourself from him or from the way he made you feel.

He took a step toward you, not too close, but enough that you could feel his presence even stronger. “We can stop if you want,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

“No,” you said quickly—too quickly. You wanted to take it back, to say something else, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you tried to smile, though it barely counted as one. “I want to keep going.” Your tone sounded far more serious for something that was supposed to be just a joke. Sam seemed to notice, his eyes glinting under the motel’s dim yellow light.

The space between you remained charged, as if both of you were waiting for something neither dared to say out loud.

“God, this feels like the start of a bad porn,” you said abruptly, making Sam laugh.

He nodded, biting his lip as if to hold back a smile. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, moving cautiously, as though afraid you’d bolt at any moment. The way his figure loomed over you was almost intimidating, but in the part of you that wasn’t scared, it made you feel warm.

“Let’s get to the bed, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and syrupy.

“Bed?” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.

“It has to be realistic.”

Realistic, of course. How could you forget?

“Yeah sure, let's go to bed.”

Sam lifted you with ease, as if you weighed far less than you actually did, yet he dropped you onto the bed with just a bit more force than necessary, making you let out a startled yelp.

“Ouch! That hurt,” you said through laughter, trying to sound offended, though the tone of your voice betrayed you.

Sam leaned over you, his arms on either side of your face, creating a bubble that seemed to isolate you both from the rest of the world.

“Sorry—” he murmured, though there was a smile tugging at his lips that he couldn’t quite hide.

You shook your head quickly, fighting to keep a straight face. “It’s not funny! Don’t laugh,” you scolded him, but the sparkle in your eyes and the smile curling your lips completely undermined your words. You could feel the warmth of his arms so close to you, and the air between you seemed heavier, thicker.

Your laughter began to fade, giving way to a silence that wasn’t awkward but felt almost… comforting. You sighed, trying to catch your breath, but that was the moment you realized just how close his face was to yours. So close that you could feel the faint brush of his breath against your skin.

“Sammy…” you murmured, his name escaping your lips almost like a whisper. Your voice sounded breathless, as though the air itself was refusing to fill your lungs.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and full of an intensity that rooted you in place beneath his gaze. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending your heartbeat into an uncontrollable rhythm.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn’t say a word. Instead, your hand moved hesitantly, brushing against the warm skin of his neck before resting at the back, applying just enough pressure to pull him even closer. Your breaths were shallow, your lips slightly parted. With a small nod, you finally whispered:

“It’s okay… I want to kiss you too.”

The words were like a spark igniting a flame, and before you could say anything else, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle or hesitant; it was fierce, as though all the tension that had built up between you had finally found its release.

The force of his kiss made your head sink into the pillow, and your hands instinctively moved to grip his shoulders, searching for something solid to hold onto as the intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm you. You could feel the weight of him, his warmth, and suddenly it was like the entire world had faded away, leaving only Sam, the pounding of your heart, and the sensation of his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened, his hands framing your face as though afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t keep you close. The heat between you was almost unbearable, and though you couldn’t see your own face, you were certain your cheeks were as red as his.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces still so close that there was barely any space between you. Sam didn’t speak at first, just gazed at you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe, his eyes searching yours as if he needed confirmation that this was real.

You were the first to break the silence, though your voice came out shaky. “That… that was…”

“Incredible,” he finished for you, a small smile playing on his lips—both confident and a little uncertain at the same time. “But, uh… I don’t think Dean’s gonna buy this as just a joke.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, your laughter filling the room as Sam watched you with that soft expression that made your chest tighten all over again.

“Maybe it wasn’t just to mess with Dean,” you murmured, your voice quiet but firm, your eyes never leaving his.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a small smirk forming as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Maybe not,” he replied, his voice low and warm, before leaning in again, this time kissing you with a tenderness that completely unraveled you.

Your body moved before your mind, climbing into Sam's lap like your life depended on it.

He hummed softly, “You're sure you want to do this?”

Your eyes rolled as if the question had been out of place, but your expression broke with a tender smile.

“I am, Sammy, more than anything.”

He nodded softly, pulling you closer to his body and leaving wet kisses on your neck, giving a small bite that made you let out a muffled moan.

Their bodies were so close that there wasn’t even room for oxygen to pass between them. The way Sam moved was rough, deliberate, like a man with a singular goal in mind, his movements precise and calculated.

“Let me help you with this, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with something that sent shivers down your spine. His hands moved toward your jeans, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that felt both electrifying and agonizingly slow.

His touch was so careful as he unbuttoned your jeans, like he was handling something sacred. It was a contradiction to the intensity in his gaze—a gaze so sharp it pinned you in place, leaving you no room to breathe, no room to think.

You knew those eyes. They were the same eyes he used when he was tracking a monster, honing in on his prey with unwavering focus. Without realizing it, you had become his target—a prey about to be devoured.

As he slid your jeans down, his movements were slow, deliberate, almost torturous. His lips followed the path his hands carved, planting soft, burning kisses along every inch of newly exposed skin. Each kiss was a promise, a tease, leading down to what felt like the edge of the world.

Your breathing was uneven, shallow, almost panicked, but not from fear—no, this was something else entirely. Your chest rose and fell erratically, anticipation building with every inch his lips traveled.

“I really want to take my time with you,” he said, his words breaking the silence. Each syllable was punctuated by a kiss against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “But—” he kissed you again, his lips lingering. “I don’t know if I can hold back.” Another kiss, softer, yet it somehow left you trembling.

Oh, fuck.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips, betraying just how undone you were. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you tilted your head back, giving him more access to the curve of your waist, the line of your hip, anywhere he wanted to be.

“It’s fine,” you managed to say, though your voice came out in a shaky whisper. “You can… God, you can do whatever you want to me.”

He froze for a second, his lips hovering just above your skin. “Are you sure?” His voice was quieter now, like he needed to hear you say it, really say it.

You let out an exasperated breath, barely managing to lift your head to glare at him, though the fire in your gaze was softened by the flush on your cheeks. “If you keep asking stupid questions, I swear I’ll punch you. Right in that ridiculously handsome face of yours.”

A laugh bubbled out of him, deep and genuine, the sound vibrating against your skin. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your stomach. “Got it,” he said simply, his voice tinged with amusement.

And then his lips returned to your skin, softer now but no less deliberate. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns that made your entire body hum. The tension in the room was thick, almost unbearable, as if the air itself had been charged with electricity.

You felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, your heart pounding, your breaths coming in short gasps, but the way Sam looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered, like he couldn’t believe you were real—made you feel safe, even as you were unraveling beneath him.

The space between you seemed to shrink even further, his weight pressing into you just enough to ground you in the moment. And though the anticipation was overwhelming, there was a strange calm in knowing that whatever came next, it would be with him.

His long fingers moved the fabric of your panties to the side;

“Look at her…” he murmured, totally infatuated with the way your wet and gaping pussy called for him.

“Did you just—?” you started protesting. But you were quickly silenced when Sam inserted a finger inside you.

“God, she's sucking me so good” you whined. “She's a really good girl, just like you. Think I can put one more?” he asked you, without breaking eye contact.

“I dunno– yes?”

“Mhm.” he mumbled, “That's not an answer you know?” His voice was laced with a playful tone that made you a little angry, how was it possible that you were with your legs open and so needy and he was taking all the time in the world, it drove you crazy in the best way possible.

“Come on, Sammy.” you whined softly, starting to get desperate.

“I need to get you nice and wet baby, I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not.”

“No, I'm not.” he nodded, agreeing with you. The way he's spreading your wet pussy with his fingers, moving them back and forth, opening you up for him, is making you go crazy. If this was the foreplay, you couldn't even imagine the real play.

The weight on your chest never went away, and it only deepened when you felt Sam's hot tongue licking a line up and down your core.

“Oh– fuckin’” you moaned, covering your mouth with your knuckles, biting down on them.

Sam hummed, pleased with your reactions. His tongue went deeper, exploring your soft walls, your taste was making him see stars. He could live his whole life with his tongue deep inside you and die happily ever after. You were so sweet, fuck demon blood and fuck alcohol. Your fluids were his new drug.

You pushed your hips deeper into his mouth, moaning like you were on heat.

“Fuck, just like that Sammy– There! Fucking there!” His other hand gripped your hips and held you taut to his face as he ate you brutally, his lips working like a man who has been starving for months and finally tasted something worth dying for. As he extended his mouth wide to trace his tongue from your hole up to the soft bundle of pleasure, he dragged your clit into his mouth, scraped it with his teeth, and then released it with a light slapping sound.

“God, Sammy, please. I'm so close.” You left out a cry, arching your back into the pleasure as he continued his current rhythm, pulling wave after wave of pleasure from your hot, flushed body. Your hands moved to his hair, fisting it and raising his body until you were face to face.

Your fingers traveled to his pants, where you began to lower his zipper and slowly his underwear.

“I wanna ride you, can I?” you asked, sincerely. Waiting for an honest response as if you had asked something totally normal and not the most perverted words Sam ever heard you utter.

He groaned, as an answer.

“Of course you can, God.”

With a shaky hand, you line him at your entrance and reach down to gently grab him. He puts his hand on the small of your back and rubs calming circles there to reassure you.

“You got this. Slow.” You nodded, following his instructions, sinking an inch or two onto him while your brow furrows in concentration.

As you take more of Sam, his breathing turns ragged, hitching in his throat like he’s barely holding himself together. You push yourself further, testing your limits, and in one reckless move, you take the rest of him all at once. His reaction is immediate—a sharp, breathy squeak escapes his lips, completely unbidden. His fingers dig into your hips, grounding himself, his nails almost biting into your skin as if trying to steady the rush of sensation overtaking him.

“I said slow…” His voice is strained, low, barely a whisper, but the way he looks at you with that indignant, wide-eyed expression—one you know all too well—only makes you want to push him further, to see just how much more he can take.

“‘ed help,” you whimper in a low, broken voice, the sound more desperate than you intended.

His brows furrow as he stares at you, his lips parting slightly. “What?” he breathes, his voice teetering on the edge of control.

“I need help, Sammy.”

Those words seem to shatter something in him. The way he looks at you, it’s almost reverent, like you’re something divine in his lap. His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip so firm you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow—not that you mind. It feels like a mark, a claim, like he’s trying to ground himself in the reality of you.

He nods, not trusting himself to speak, and starts moving you. At first, his motions are precise, almost mechanical, lifting you up and down in a steady rhythm. But the control doesn’t last long. Within moments, his restraint begins to crack, his hands gripping harder, his breaths coming faster. His movements become rougher, more desperate, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach.

Before you can even process what’s happening, his arms wrap around your back in one swift, possessive motion, and you find yourself beneath him. His weight presses into you, the warmth of his body enveloping yours. His hips move without rhythm now, erratic, frantic, driven entirely by need. Every thrust feels like it’s meant to claim, to mark, to leave no part of you untouched.

The sounds spilling from him are pure desperation—low, guttural moans mixed with soft curses under his breath. You can feel how much he’s holding back, how he’s trying so hard not to lose himself entirely, but his resolve is slipping with every passing second, mentalizing all the laws of the penal code that he remembered to get a grip of himself.

“Sammy—” your voice trembles, breaking as the tension in your body coils tighter.

“I’m about to—”

He nods quickly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “Me too,” he manages to say between ragged gasps, his words broken, his voice a strained whisper. “Where do you…?”

Each syllable is punctuated by a thrust, his control unraveling with every word.

“Inside,” you moan, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin. “I want it inside.”

The words hit him like a freight train. His movements falter for a fraction of a second, his entire body tensing as if the weight of your request has shattered the last bit of restraint he was clinging to.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, his voice a low growl, his control slipping completely.

His hips snap forward one last time, and he’s gone. He buries himself as deeply as he can, his entire body trembling as he lets go, his moans mixing with yours.

For a moment, neither of you moves. The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air between you thick with the remnants of everything that just happened. Sam’s forehead stays pressed against yours, his lips brushing against your skin as he tries to catch his breath.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his body still trembling slightly as he holds you close, as if letting go would mean losing the connection you just shared. He doesn’t say anything right away—neither of you do. There’s no need for words in this moment, no need to break the fragile, intimate silence that has settled over you both.

But when he finally speaks, his voice is soft, almost hesitant. “Are you okay?”

You smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his back. “Yeah,” you whisper, and it’s the truth.

Sam exhales, a sound somewhere between relief and disbelief, and leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips.

The sweet moment is abruptly shattered by the unmistakable jingle of keys at the door. Your eyes widen in panic, and your hand instinctively flies up to cover your mouth, muffling a surprised gasp.

“Sammy—” you squeaked, your voice trembling with worry as the reality of the situation crashed down on you.

Sam’s response was to nod—calmly, almost too calmly. His body froze like a statue, as if you both were suddenly prey caught in the crosshairs of a wild, feral T-Rex. His eyes darted to the door, his lips pressed into a tight line, and you swore he even stopped breathing.

The doorknob turned with a slow, deliberate click, and the sound felt louder than it had any right to be in the otherwise silent room.

The door swung open.

“Hey, guess what? Your theory was actually—”

Dean stopped mid-sentence, his words halting like the Impala's doors slamming shut. He stood there in the doorway, blinking at the scene in front of him like his brain was buffering the information. His eyes flicked from Sam to you and then back again, taking in your flushed faces, disheveled hair, and the unmistakable tension lingering in the air.

“Oh, god dammit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Then, louder: “Fucking finally.”

You froze, your face heating to what had to be an inhuman degree, while Sam just groaned loudly, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Dean,” Sam started, his voice strained and muffled against your skin, “this… isn’t—”

Dean raised a hand to cut him off, a mix of exasperation and amusement written all over his face. “Don’t. Don’t even try, Sammy. I don’t need the details. I don’t want the details. Hell, I’m already regretting walking in here.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything to salvage whatever scraps of dignity you had left, but all that came out was a small, embarrassed squeak.

Dean pointed at both of you, squinting like he was trying to physically burn the image of you two into his memory out of sheer spite. “You know what? I should’ve known. I’ve been calling this for years. YEARS, Sam.”

Sam finally lifted his head, glaring at his brother. “You haven’t been calling anything.”

Dean smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Oh, really? So me betting Jo twenty bucks that you two would eventually ‘work out all that unresolved tension’ doesn’t count?”

“Dean!” Sam barked, his ears turning bright red as he scrambled to sit up straighter.

“Twenty bucks,” Dean repeated with a laugh, clearly enjoying himself. “And let me tell you, that girl is gonna be real smug about being right.”

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. “Oh my God, just kill me now.”

Dean’s grin widened. “Nah, don’t worry. You two lovebirds keep doing… whatever this is. I’ll just… go burn my eyes out now.” He turned to leave but paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Oh, and Sam?”

“What?” Sam snapped, clearly at the end of his patience.

Dean winked. “You owe me clean sheets.”

The door closed behind him, and you stared at it in silence, your brain desperately trying to reboot. After a moment, you turned to Sam, your voice flat. “Clean sheets?”

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even through your embarrassment. “Nope. Welcome to the rest of your life, Sammy.”

[impish-baby]

I've noticed you make alot of monster parent fics but what if it was switched :0

Monster reader being feared by others and yandere family just sees them as a baby

Mmm delicious!! This was fun to write, I think if I do another monster reader, they'll be a weird shape shifter thing >:>

Angel's Fables - Little red riding hood - 🐾🪓

"Oh, poor pup, you made such a mess.."

You barely register the cloth gently dabbing away at the blood around your mouth, too focused on the body laying on the floor a few feet away.

You were starving. Hunting is too hard most days, you're clumsy and startle the deer. Frail old humans at the end of their rope are easier picking, if only you hadn't been caught. Wolf fur is valuable, isn't it? A fearful whine leaves your lips as your ears pin back flat against your head.

The women only coos, dropping the hankercheif in favor of stroking your hair fondly. "You were just hungry, huh? It's ok, I'm not mad." She giggles, "We'll have to run you a bath though..I like red, but having blood all over my nice blankets is less appealing." You're still frozen stiff as she guides you to stand up and begins to lead you out of the hut, dread clawing at your chest.

You could bite her, shift, and make a run for it. There's a quiver strapped to her back though, you've seen just how fast an arrow can fly. Maybe if you just go along with her she'll make it painless.

The woman seems as happy as can be in comparison, humming merrily as she drags you along. It'll be so lame if your last moments are to a poor rendition of 'Mary had a little lamb'.

A cottage is apparently where you're headed. It's...quant. That's how you politely call something all word down, right? Rustic charm or whatever.

"See, I think I left some water boiling! You'll get a nice warm bath to clean you up." If you thought the house itself was small, the bathroom is tiny. The tub itself takes up half the room. "You stay right here, ok? Sissy will be right back!" She could just be crazy.

Looking around doesn't turn up anything interesting, you aren't given very long to search though before she busts through the door with a huge pot in tow. "Here we go.." It's at least enough water to fill the tub most of the way, hot too. "You be good and make sure you're not covered in all that dirt and grime." You're given a tiny smirk before she leaves, "I'll make dinner, it's good to know who was stealing all those rabbits from my traps." You hope wolf meat tastes terrible.

[servndipityz]

remember how i said nam-gyu is evil the way a middle schooler is evil? that got me thinking. a lot.

if you ended up in his group, he’d so hate it. who were you to steal his spotlight? who were you to be all buddy-buddy with thanos?

there’s nothing nam-gyu would hate more than being thanos’ shadow—except not being it. so when you join their group, he’d have two possible reactions.

perhaps he’d act just like he did with se-mi, and absolutely despise you. he’d take any chance to contradict you; when you say black he says white, and sometimes he’d contradict himself in the process just to piss you off.

“the food here isn’t that bad,” you’d say, taking a mouthful of plain rice from your container.

nam-gyu would side-eye you. “it tastes like fucking shit,” he’d mutter under his breath.

so, the next day, you’d try something else. “we’ve been eating this for three days straight, it’s starting to get disgusting.”

he’d roll his eyes, “do you think we’re in a fucking buffet or what?” he’d spit, fully aware that no matter what you said, he’d find a reason to disagree.

or maybe he’d completely ignore you. you’d just be another background character to him, a little bit like gyeong-su. but it wouldn’t stop there. eventually, it’d feel intentional. he’d turn away when you spoke, walk faster if you were next to him, cut you off mid-sentence just to make it clear you didn’t exist to him. except you’d know—he wasn’t ignoring you at all. he’d adjust every little action, carefully pretending to not care, when really, all of it was about you.

either way, his mission would be the same, to get under your skin. physical contact? absolutely not off-limits. while thanos would throw a friendly arm around your shoulder, nam-gyu would tug your hair. not in a freaky, kinky way—no, he’d do it lightly, perfectly timed while the group was huddled together, so you’d have no idea who did it. but you’d always know it was him.

he’d sneak a bite of your food. pull at a loose thread on your tracksuit. toss tiny pebbles at you when no one was looking.

but he wasn’t making fun of you—not exactly. he didn’t laugh when he pissed you off. he just wanted to get to you. he’d enjoy it in a fucked up way, a way that’d genuinely make you think, what is wrong with him?

then, one night, you’d wake up—maybe because someone was snoring too loudly or because thanos wouldn’t stop tossing around—and in the dim light, you’d notice nam-gyu curled up on his bed, sleeping in fetal position with your tracksuit jacket draped over him.

he’d be gripping it, using it like a blanket. he was always cold, and you’d taken your jacket off to sleep, but you never expected him to just… take it. the way he held it, though—gripping the edges tightly, face buried in the fabric—it’d almost make you not hate him entirely.

the strangest part would come the next morning. you’d wake up to find the jacket draped over you. you’d seen him with it, so how was it back? had he…?

you’d glance at him, sitting on his bed, rubbing his eyes as he got ready for the day. you’d stare at him a moment longer, and when he noticed, he’d throw you the rudest face ever. “what?” he’d snap.

surely, he couldn’t have put it back on you. right? but you’d still wonder.

after a while, maybe he’d get used to you. used to having you around, used to you constantly making snarky retorts at him, used to having to work together. after all, you were in the same team, so technically you weren’t the enemy.

his hair-pulls would turn more into light tugs when he wanted your attention. the deliberate attempts to trip you would start being paired with his hand hovering near your wrist, ready to catch you before you actually fell. and sometimes, after a particularl harsh game, he’d casually leave his container of food half-full, just within your reach.

“don’t look at me like that,” he’d mutter, shrugging like he was annoyed. “i’m just not hungry.” then he’d walk off, sneaking a glance to make sure you were eating his leftovers.

before long, he’d start celebrating with you after a win. a quick squeeze of your shoulder, or maybe grabbing you and shaking you around if he got too excited.

at night, he’d wait every time you needed to go to the bathroom, sitting straight on his bed and watching the bathroom door from afar just to supervise that you were getting out.

“were you watching me?” you’d ask in a hushed voice, climbing back into your bed with a raised brow.

“no,” he’d whisper, almost offended. “i just couldn’t sleep.” and he’d lie back down—on a bed closer to yours than the one he originally picked. to keep the group together, he’d claimed.

“you cold?” you’d finally ask one night, although his back would be turned to you. still, you'd see his breathing stop for a split second. he was the kind of guy whose hands were always cold, the type of guy who just was always cold.

“no,” he’d say, after a long pause. a terrible liar.

you’d sigh, “okay… but you can come closer if you want.” you’d still say. at a certain point it had become quite normal to see people doing something that resembled snuggling. some of the players got cold in the night, and others just needed to hold onto someone at that point. it wasn’t exactly cuddling, but it wasn’t weird to see.

he’d stay still, and you’d be almost able to see the wheels turning in his head.

finally he’d turn around and scoot closer. just a little. and then a little more, and more, until your bodies would be almost touching, facing each other. the way the beds were arranged allowed for the players to get quite close together, if it weren’t for the small gaps between the mattresses.

he’d look at your eyes for a small while before trying to snuggle closer and burring his face down like a cat before drifting off to sleep.

at a certain point, if he wasn’t high as balls, he’d even wonder himself if he pestered you for thanos’ attention, or actually just to get yours. he’d wonder why he was always so close to you, if he iked seeing you get mad or if he just liked seeing you. if he got a kick out of messing with you—or just being with you.

and then he’d pop one of thanos’ pills and forget the whole thing.

[omid-1]

SPORTS CAR ᯓ★ — LHS

Pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend loves sports cars. One night you went for a little drive in his new car and you had a lot of fun in the process

Genre: smut, smut, smut, and a little fluff

Word count: 2-3 k

₊˚⊹ᰔ This fanfic is written with inspiration from song , "sports car" by Tate McRae. I recommend listening to this song!! ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, sex in car,semi public sex, established relationship, dirty talks, pet names (slut, whore, etc.), soft dom Hee, oral ( fem receiving), swearing, fingering, squirting, cum, raw sex ( don’t do it!!!), fluff a little, riding dick, teasing, heeseung has big dick, creampie, they are just horny couple lol, ( sorry if I missed something)

English is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes

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Your boyfriend Heeseung has loved sports cars since forever. It has been his passion since childhood. He was telling you often that if he could, he would buy as many of them as possible but in your opinion he already had them a lot , because as many as three.

However, you didn’t mind that he has them because when you see your boyfriend happy then you are too.

When you both had the time you were going for aimless evening rides around the city. You derived a lot of pleasure from it because you enjoyed spending time with him that way because you were just the two of you, you were talking about everything or you were just singing yours favorite songs from your shared playlist and at times you just sat in silence and enjoyed a quiet moment together.

However, you were complaining sometimes because you think he is driving too fast and you are worrying about him that he can get mandate or worse, cause an accident.

Lately Heeseung has gone to the other end of city just to buy a new car. When you saw this car for the first time you were happily surprised. It was low, black Porche.

You think that heeseung remembered that you once told him that you wanted him to have a black car and he decided to choose those for you. You could only imagine that it was expensive as hell.

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One evening you had a day off from work together and it happens rarely because both of you are very busy and you come home late.

You lie together cuddled up on the couch and you watch some movie. It’s almost midnight but suddenly you get an idea

,,baby” you say quietly because you’re not sure if he’s asleep and you see that he looks at you. Heeseung gently touches your back, raised an eyebrow and calmly say ,,Yes honey, what happened?”

You look at him and you think that he is so cute when he looks so calmly and you answer ,, I have an idea. What do you think about taking a ride around city in your new car?”

You wait for his answer and you see that his eyes shone at your idea and he smiles softly ,,it sounds perfect, let’s go babe”

He takes your hand and you get out of bed.

Heeseung is very keen for it. Without wasting time you put on his hoodie and your shoes. When you are ready, you leave home. You hold hand and you enter the underground garage.

He opens car and opens the door for you and you go inside. You smile and even if it’s the most normal and obvious gesture it gives you butterflies in your stomach when he opens the car door for you.

He drives out of the parking and you look out of the window. ,,it’s been so long since we went somewhere together in the night”

Heeseung says and you look at him when he drives and you answer ,, it’s true, I missed it”

He drives in the center of the city and the lights are on everywhere. There is such a nice vibe and atmosphere. You and heeseung don’t talk anything and you can only hear quiet music from the radio.

Heeseung holds his hand on your thigh. He always does it when you go somewhere or do anything. He needs to keep hands on you. This has been his habit since the beginning of your relationship.

You look at his face which is focused on the road. You think that he looks so hot and sexy. You always think so when he drives car. You look at his although messy but perfectly cut hair, brown eyes from which the light from outside is now reflected and slightly parted lips.

He wears black undershirt through which you can perfectly see his arm muscles. And Goddamn just by the way you look at him you are already wet and horny as hell. When you stare at him like that you aren’t at all focused on what he says.

He stops at a red light and looks at you with sweet and teasing smile because he saw that you stare at him ,, are you seeing something you like?”

You blush a little when he caught you starting at him and you nod. You noticed that he starts to flirt and tease with you. And God you love it so much. He has been doing it since forever and you find it so attractive and you love it most when he talks a lot during sex.

You can see that he smirked and raises his eyebrow. He exactly knows what you want but he will tease with you ,,hmm, what did you see? Maybe you will tell me, princess?”

You feel him touching you higher and higher on your thigh. You really like it and you start squirming in your seat. The lights turn green and he moves on. He doesn’t stop touching you. You feel him putting his hand slowly under your sweatpants.

You moaned quietly and you squirm in your seat. He says in a teasing tone ,, You are such an impatient slut”

Heeseung doesn’t look at you at all and he is only focused on road. It seems as if it doesn’t bother him at all but you know know it’s different. And it makes you even more horny.

He runs two fingers slowly and gently over your clit and he feels that you’re so wet ,,you’re already so wet and I barely touched you”

His deep, seductive voice and dirty talks makes you desperate and you need more. You beg him ,,Hee.. please do something”

Heeseung holds the steering wheel with one hand and the other one he gently and teasingly massages your pussy through your panties.

His smirk widens when he hears your desperate voice ,, such a needy little whore for me” he says ,,well, you’ll get what you need”

Then Heeseung puts two fingers in your panties and massages your clit slowly with two fingers from top to bottom. In between, he tells you to take off your pants and you do so. You spread your legs so that he has greater access to your core. You close your eyes as you feel him speed up massaging your clit and your face contorts with pleasure.

Heeseung looks at you when he drives and he feels that he’s hard. He could cum in his pants just by looking at you. He thinks you are so hot and pretty when you break down for him from pleasure. (but he always thinks that you’re pretty and hot ^^)

You breathe hard and moan loud as you cling to the backrest next to the car door.

You feel him inserting two fingers into your cunt. You moan ,,mmmm, fuckkk, it’s so good”

his fingers are so long that it hits every spots and it stretches you so perfectly.

,,your pussy takes my fingers so deep and tight. Will you take on even more, like the desperate whore you are??”

You moan loudly when he speeds up to fuck you with his three fingers ,, fuck…!! Please!! This is soo…. fucking good”

You are making more and more nasty and pornographic sounds by the second. You feel that the knot in your stomach is going to burst and you breath loudly and practically scream ,,Hee…!!! Oh my god!!!! I can’tttt!!!”

Heeseung turns somewhere and he still fingers you with three fingers so hard and fast. He rubs your clit with his thumb and then he practically gives you the command that you have to do ,,cum on my fingers baby”.

You experience your orgasm very intensely. You lean your head against the seat and close your eyes and moan his name loudly. You squirt on his hand and on the seat. His hand is all in your juices.

You watch him and he licks his fingers which are all in your squirts and cum. You catch your breath. You’re tired but when you see that he licks his finger in this way. You want more.

Heeseung parks in some abandoned, dark parking next to the forest. You look at him with slight embarrassment but then he explains ,, I need to fuck you so bad, baby”.

At his words you feel that your pussy is wet again. He tilts his seat back and darkens the windows in the car. You watch him and you’re not sure what you should do. suddenly in a calm but slightly teasing tone he explains ,,come on babe, sit on my lap like good girl”

You sit on his lap and you immediately feel his bulge beneath you. You begin to kiss each other passionately and tenderly. During the kiss you start riding his clothed cock and he starts moaning in the kiss. You pull away from each other slightly although he still keeps his hands on your waist and you on his shoulders.

You help him pull down his pants and boxers and heeseung teasing ,,will you ride my dick, little slut?”

You put your hands in his hair and slowly you start going down on his cock. You contort your face, but it's both out of mild pain and out of pleasure because everytime you have sex with him you have to get used to his length because he's so big and even if he fingered you before, you still need a moment to take him all the way in.

Heeseung holds his hands on your hips and rests his head on the seat. He can feel your walls tightly clench his cock and he feels too good. You take him all in and he praises you tenderly ,, you are doing it so well baby, took all my dick” You hold your hands on his shoulders and start moving your hips up and down his cock.

Heeseung moans and his face contorts with satisfaction. You are so wet and tight around him and he thinks that he won’t last long.

When he sees that you are starting to get tired and your legs start to shake, he wants to take control ,,calm down princess, let me take care of you”

He puts his hands on your hips and thrusts his cock deep into your pussy. From the feeling you moan loudly and pull him by the hair ,, hee…!!!! Oh fuckkk..””

His length thrusts into you quickly and the tip hits your uterine neck. You practically cry out in pleasure and lay your head on his neck. In the car, you can only hear the wet and lewd sounds of it as his cock thrusts into your wet pussy ,, oh my….. fucking God, pleaseeee, faster…..”

You moan into his neck and he, at your request, begins to pound into you even deeper if it’s possible ,, yes baby that’s it, fuck!!!! Take it all like a little slut!” He says practically groaning.

He lays his hands on your buttocks. You feel that you will cum for the second time this evening and even more intense ,, fuckkkk baby!!!! I’m goin-… to cu….!!!! Please fill me!!”

Heeseung is also close and when he hears your moans and request he smirks. A few more times he thrusts hard into you until he spills his cum in your pussy.

You come at the same time and your cums merge. You lay your head on his shoulder. Heeseung continues to keep his cock deeply buried in your pussy. you often do this after sex because it is very intimate and you feel close to each other then.

Underneath you is quite a mess from the cum and tomorrow when there are traces left on the seats he will surely complain about it.

You catch your breaths as Heeseung gently touches your back and leaves kisses on your neck. After a brief moment of silence, heeseung speaks up,, I guess we should do it more often in the car”

You look at him with a smile and gently touch his cheek and answer with a teasing voice

,,Yes, and the best part is that we have three more cars to try out’’

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Thank you for reading! ♥︎

[grifffins]

🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 2

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: Y/N makes a questionable purchase, endures an evening of coven induced chaos, and shares an unexpectedly nice breakfast.

wc: 8.5k (Chapter 2/?)

a/n: i'm not entirely happy with this chap, but ngl i have way too much fun writing the coven, I’m sorry. The first half of this chapter is definitely coven heavy (because they’re chaotic and I love them), but don’t worry, towards the end is all about Lilia. again this one’s super dialogue heavy, which i'm not used to but honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to cut any of it without hating myself. Just a quick heads-up, there’s no smut yet, but this chapter does lean into some more mature themes 

Ch. 1

also on ao3

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A week had passed since the Great Flirting Incident, and while Lilia hadn’t exactly acknowledged anything outright, I could tell something had shifted. She was watching me more closely now, little glances when she thought I wasn’t looking, the occasional pause before she called me baby like she was testing the waters. But she hadn’t made a move, and if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure she ever would.

So, naturally, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

It started with a simple realisation: Lilia Calderu was a woman stuck in another century. She still used a landline, still read newspapers, and still had absolutely no concept of modern convenience. I mean, she handwrites every single appointment into an actual paper planner. Who even does that anymore?

At first, it was just a passing thought, how much easier things would be for her if she had a smartphone. But the more I thought about it, the more it felt like the perfect excuse to do something nice for her. Something that wasn’t just flirting but actually, you know, helpful.

Which is why I found myself standing in the phone store, staring at a sleek smartphone display, wondering if I was about to change her life or ruin mine.

By the following morning, Lilia was perched at the counter, lazily shuffling her tarot cards with that effortless grace that made my heart do embarrassing things. She glanced up as the door jingled, eyes flicking to the small shopping bag in my hand.

“What’s this?” she asked, raising a delicate brow.

I placed the bag on the counter with a triumphant grin. “It’s about time you stepped into this decade, Calderu.”

She sighed, long and suffering. “Y/n, I don’t need —”

“You do,” I interrupted, pulling out the sleek black smartphone. “This? This is a miracle. You can set appointments, track orders, and get this, stop living in the dark ages.”

Lilia stared at the device like it might bite her. “I like my dark ages.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, humour me. Think of it as an investment. For the shop.”

She exhaled dramatically but took the phone, turning it over in her hands with a look of mild disdain. “It’s so... modern. ”

“That’s the point.” I grinned. “And, because I care about y—” I stumbled, suddenly feeling awkward. “—because I care about... efficiency, I already programmed it with your contacts and the shop’s schedule.”

Lilia smirked, clearly enjoying my mortification. “Very thorough, baby.”

I flushed. “Just... try it.”

She sighed but started poking at the screen, and I watched, fascinated, as her brows furrowed in concentration. “Hmph. It’s... responsive.”

“That’s what touchscreens do.”

“Fascinating.”

I grinned, feeling victorious. “You’re welcome.”

Later that night, I sat on Agatha’s couch, nursing a drink and dramatically recounting my victory to the coven.

“She took the phone,” I said, gesturing grandly. “She even said it was fascinating. This is huge.”

Jen raised a brow. “You bought her a phone?”

“Yeah.”

Alice leaned in. “Like... an actual smartphone? ”

“Yes.”

Agatha, sipping her wine, smirked. “y/n. Baby. Darling.”

“What?”

“You have to sext her.”

I choked on my drink. “ WHAT?! ”

Billy, perched on the armrest of the couch, grinned. “I second this.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

Agatha leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. “You cannot waste this opportunity.”

Alice covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”

Jen nodded sagely. “Listen, you’ve been pining after this woman for weeks. This is your moment.”

I gaped at them. “I bought her a phone so she could schedule tarot readings, not so I could send her—” I cut myself off, flushing furiously. “No. Not happening.”

Agatha smirked. “y/n.”

“No.”

“y/n.”

I groaned. “Guys, she doesn’t even like me like that.”

Billy scoffed. “She’s calling you baby every five minutes.”

“That’s just how she talks!”

Agatha shook her head. “Trust me, if she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t put up with your nonsense.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.”

Jen patted my back. “Just... test the waters. Send something flirty. Nothing too intense.”

“Like what?” I mumbled into my hands.

Billy grinned. “Something like ‘Hey, Lilia. Thinking about you. And also that tarot reading you owe me.’ ”

“That’s not sexting?” I arched my brow.

Agatha shrugged. “Baby steps, y/n. Baby steps.”

Alice, ever the voice of reason, chimed in. “Or you could, you know, just use the phone for its intended purpose.”

Agatha and Billy groaned in unison.

Jen smirked. “C’mon, y/n. You flirt with everyone else like it’s your day job. Why not just send a little something spicy?”

I shook my head furiously. “Absolutely not. I refuse.”

Agatha grinned wickedly. “Then hand me your phone.”

I snatched it away, glaring. “I will murder you.”

“Fine, fine,” Agatha said, leaning back with a sigh. “But mark my words, y/n, you will crack. And when you do, I expect details.”

I groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

This was going to be a disaster.

Another morning, another shift, I found myself watching Lilia as she tapped away at her new phone with a surprising amount of focus. She was getting the hang of it faster than I’d expected, which only made me more nervous.

“Enjoying it?” I asked casually, leaning on the counter.

She glanced up, lips quirking. “It’s... useful.”

I smirked. “Told you so.”

Her eyes twinkled. “You’re quite persistent, baby.”

I swallowed hard. Don’t read into it. Don’t read into it.

Lilia left not long after, saying something about running errands and warning me not to rearrange her “perfectly organised” bookshelves while she was gone. I rolled my eyes, but as soon as the bell above the door chimed, I let out a breath.

I was halfway through dusting the crystal ball display when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Expecting a message from one of the chaos gremlins I called friends, I pulled it out without thinking, only for my stomach to drop.

New message from Lilia Calderu:"This phone might be useful after all. You’ve made me quite... curious."

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

I could practically hear Agatha’s voice in my head.

You cannot waste this opportunity.

I didn’t respond to Lilia’s text. Not right away, at least. I told myself it was because I was busy, sorting inventory, helping customers, thinking about her like a lovesick idiot, but really, it was because I had no idea what to say.

"You’ve made me quite... curious."

What did that mean? Was she flirting? Was she just being her usual enigmatic self? Or was I reading too much into a perfectly innocent text from a woman who probably thought Wi-Fi was some kind of mystical energy?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and spent the rest of the day pretending it didn’t exist.

Later that night, I gathered the coven at my place, pacing my living room as I relayed the situation.

“So she texted that, and I didn’t reply,” I finished, waving my phone around like it was cursed. “I just left her on read. ”

Agatha groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “y/n. y/n. ”

Billy gasped. “You ghosted her?”

“It’s not ghosting if it’s only been a few hours!” I argued. “I needed... I needed time. ”

Jen stared at me like I was the dumbest person alive. “To do what, exactly?”

“Panic!” I exclaimed, throwing myself onto the couch. “You don’t understand! I can flirt with anyone, anyone, but it’s Lilia. She’s... Lilia. ”

Alice, sitting beside me, patted my knee with sympathy. “We know, y/n. But if you don’t reply soon, you’re going to look weird.”

Agatha sat forward, pointing at me with a knowing smirk. “You need to sext her.”

“No!” I practically shouted, scrambling to sit up. “We are not sexting!”

Billy grinned. “You cannot miss this opportunity.”

Jen crossed her arms. “y/n. Babe. If you don’t flirt back, she’s going to think you’re not interested.”

I groaned. “I am interested. I’m just not... ready to send the big guns. ”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll start small. What’s something flirty but not too flirty?”

Billy snapped his fingers. “Tell her you were thinking about her.”

I stared. “I’m not texting that.”

Alice suggested gently, “Maybe something like... ‘What exactly are you curious about?’”

Jen nodded approvingly. “Oh, that’s good. Leaves it open-ended.”

Agatha smirked. “And suggestive.”

I pointed at Alice. “I like that one. Safe. Respectable.”

Billy huffed. “Boring.”

I took a deep breath, typing it out slowly.

Me: What exactly are you curious about?

I stared at the screen, hovering over the send button. “Okay, I sent it. Wait, no, I can’t.” I threw my phone to Alice. “You send it.”

Alice sighed but hit send. “Done.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate this. This is awful. Why do people do this?”

Agatha snickered. “Because it’s fun.”

A moment later, my phone buzzed, and the entire group froze.

Billy’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, she replied already?”

I snatched my phone, heart pounding.

Lilia: You, mostly.

Silence.

Then chaos.

I just stared at the screen in pure, unadulterated panic. “WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT?”

Agatha grinned like the devil herself. “You say... ‘Only mostly?’”

Alice nodded. “Yes. Play it cool.”

I nodded slowly, fingers trembling. “Okay... okay.” I typed the words, hesitated, then hit send.

A minute passed. Another buzz.

Lilia: You do tend to take up a lot of space.

Billy fell to the floor. “WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

Agatha cackled. “It means you’re living in her head rent-free. Y/n, if you don’t escalate this, I will.”

I groaned, pacing the room again. “Okay. Okay. I need to flirt back. How do I flirt back without looking desperate?” 

Jen smirked. “You are desperate.”

Alice offered, “Maybe... ‘I hope I’m not too much trouble.’”

Agatha groaned. “Boring. Say, ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’”

“I’m not pushing it, Agatha.”

Billy grinned. “Coward.”

I sighed, typing Alice’s suggestion.

Me: I hope I’m not too much trouble.

Another buzz.

Lilia: Not yet.

I screamed into a pillow.

Agatha raised her glass. “Ladies and gentlemen... we got her.”

The next morning, I walked into the shop with my heart pounding in my chest, expecting— hoping —for some sort of acknowledgment from Lilia. Maybe a sly smile, a lingering look, or even a teasing comment about our texts.

Instead, I got... nothing.

“Morning, y/n,” she greeted me in her usual warm but distant tone, barely glancing up from rearranging a set of tarot decks.

I blinked. “Uh, morning.”

She didn’t say anything else. No mention of the texts, no coy smile, no baby. Just business as usual.

I busied myself at the counter, sneaking glances at her whenever I could. And while she seemed to be going out of her way to act normal, something was different. She stood closer to me when we worked together, her hands occasionally brushing mine when I passed her something. She touched my arm when she needed me to move, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

But she didn’t say anything about it.

Not a damn thing.

And to make things worse, she kept casually reminding me of just how much older she was.

“You wouldn’t remember,” she said with a small chuckle when I asked about an old book she was dusting off. “It’s before your time.”

When I mentioned a show I’d been watching, she waved it off with a smirk. “Oh, y/n, that’s so... modern. I remember when television didn’t have color. ”

And when I tripped over my words trying to ask her a question, she just gave me that small, infuriating smile and murmured, “Ah, youth.”

It was driving me insane.

That night, I gathered with the coven at Agatha’s, pacing the living room like a woman on the edge. “She’s driving me crazy, ” I groaned, throwing myself onto the couch dramatically.

Jen raised an eyebrow. “She didn’t mention the texts at all? ”

“Not even once! ” I threw my hands in the air. “It’s like they never happened! And yet she’s touching me more than ever, but at the same time, she keeps bringing up how ancient she is.”

Agatha smirked. “Ah, classic ‘I’m too old for you’ defense.”

Billy frowned. “Wait, you think she’s doing it on purpose?”

Alice nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like she’s trying to create distance without actually pulling away.”

I groaned into a pillow. “So what does that mean? She’s interested but scared?”

Jen hummed. “Maybe. Or she could just be screwing with you.”

Agatha sipped her wine. “Or hear me out—she’s waiting for you to push past the age thing.”

I peeked out from the pillow. “Push past it how? ”

Billy grinned. “Flirt harder.”

I sat up. “I don’t think I can flirt harder, Billy.”

Agatha leaned in with a devilish grin. “Then you make her realise age doesn’t matter.”

Jen smirked. “And how exactly does she do that?”

Agatha’s eyes gleamed. “Confidence. You show her you’re mature, and that she’s the one wasting time over nothing.”

I frowned. “And if she’s genuinely not interested?”

Alice squeezed my hand. “Then at least you’ll know for sure.”

Billy nudged me. “Look, the way she texts you... she’s interested, y/n. No way she’s not.”

I sighed. “I just... I don’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable.”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “y/n. She’s not uncomfortable. She’s hesitant. There’s a difference.”

Jen nodded. “You just need to show her that you’re serious, that you’re not some wide-eyed kid crushing on her.”

I groaned again. “So what do I do?”

Agatha grinned. “You step up your game. And I have just the plan.”

The shop was quiet this afternoon, the scent of incense curling through the air as I busied myself restocking the shelves. Lilia sat behind the counter, flipping through a book, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration. It was a peaceful kind of day until the bell above the door chimed, and I looked up, nearly dropping the stack of crystals in my hands.

I froze.

Standing in the doorway, looking just as poised and elegant as ever, was my ex.

“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath.

She blinked, then smiled in genuine surprise. “y/n?”

Lilia glanced up at the exchange, her expression pleasantly neutral, though I noticed the way her fingers paused mid-page turn.

I forced a smile, setting down the crystals. “Hey! Wow, uh... what are you doing here?”

She laughed lightly, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “A friend of mine recommended this place. Said the tarot readings here were... life-changing. ”

Agatha, you absolute menace.

Before I could explain, Lilia stood, offering one of her usual polite smiles. “A friend of y/n’s?”

My ex turned to her, all charm and grace. “Oh no, dear,” she said with a small chuckle, resting a hand on the counter. “I’m her ex.”

Silence.

Absolute, deafening silence.

Lilia’s lips parted slightly, her eyes widening just a fraction before she masked it with a practiced blink. “Oh,” she said slowly, clearly recalibrating. “I see.” Her eyes flicked between us, and then, with an almost surgical precision, she added, “Aren’t you... a little old?”

I internally screamed.

My ex, to her credit, handled it with an amused smile. “It was perfectly legal, I assure you.”

Lilia’s gaze didn’t waver. “Hm.”

I coughed awkwardly, feeling my face heat. “We, uh... it was a while ago.”

Lilia didn’t respond, just continued observing me with that unreadable expression of hers, her hands resting lightly on the counter.

My ex gave me a lingering smile. “You look good, y/n. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has,” I said, shifting uncomfortably under Lilia’s silent gaze. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” she replied with a casual shrug. “But I won’t keep you, I just wanted to check the place out. It’s lovely. I’ll be sure to come back when I have time for a tarot reading.” She smiled politely at Lilia. “I see y/n’s in good hands.” She added.

Lilia’s lips twitched, but she only nodded. “Naturally.”

I was pretty sure I was sweating at this point. “Uh, yeah, well, good seeing you. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” she said with a lingering smile before heading out the door with a soft chime of the bell.

The moment she was gone, I turned to Lilia, ready to explain but she was already facing away from me, carefully aligning a deck of tarot cards that didn’t need aligning.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and thick.

I cleared my throat. “Sooo... that happened.”

Lilia hummed noncommittally, her focus apparently glued to the cards in her hands. “Indeed.”

I shifted awkwardly. “You okay?”

She glanced at me, her expression perfectly composed but her eyes just a little too sharp. “I’m fine, baby.”

Baby. I nearly sighed in relief at the sound of it, but something about the way she said it, softer, more thoughtful made my stomach twist.

“You sure? You’re, uh... being quiet.”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just... thinking.”

I frowned, watching her closely. “About?”

She didn’t answer right away, instead carefully setting the tarot deck down before meeting my gaze. “I suppose I’m just... surprised.”

“Surprised?” I echoed.

Lilia tilted her head, her expression unreadable again. “You didn’t strike me as someone who dated... older women.”

I laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Uh... surprise?”

Lilia studied me for a long moment, her lips pressing together like she was considering something. “I see.”

And then, without another word, she turned back to her work, and I was left standing there, feeling like I had somehow lost a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

By nightfall, I was back at Agatha’s, crashing onto her couch, groaning dramatically. “Agatha, you suck. ”

She grinned over her wine glass. “You’re welcome.”

Jen shook her head. “So let me get this straight, you saw your ex, Lilia found out, and now she’s acting weird? ”

“Weird,” I confirmed, running a hand through my hair. “She’s quiet. Too quiet. And she kept bringing up the age thing before, but now she’s, like, really leaning into it.”

Billy grinned. “So she’s jealous.”

I groaned. “I don’t know! She’s not saying anything. She’s just being all... introspective.”

Agatha smirked. “Oh, she’s spiraling.”

Alice gave me a sympathetic look. “Maybe she’s just processing. I mean, you’re younger, and she’s probably overthinking it.”

“She is overthinking it,” I muttered. “And I don’t know what to do!”

Jen sipped her drink. “You flirt with her more.”

Billy nodded. “Exactly. Show her age means nothing.”

I sighed. “I don’t know if I can just—”

Agatha cut me off. “y/n. Look at me.”

I looked.

“You are hot. You are charming. And you have successfully dated an older woman before. ”

I winced. “Thanks for the reminder.”

She grinned. “Lilia Calderu is not immune to you. Trust me. She’s just panicking because now she knows she’s not the first older woman you’ve been interested in.”

Alice chimed in gently, “She might have been telling herself the age thing was a reason not to get involved with you. And now? She’s realising it’s not a reason at all.”

I blinked. “You think?”

Agatha smirked. “I know. ”

Billy fist-pumped. “So, new plan?”

I sighed, staring at my phone, where Lilia’s name sat in my recent messages. “New plan,” I mumbled. “Step up the flirting.”

Agatha raised her glass. “To y/n’s romantic conquest!”

I groaned. This was going to be so much worse than the texting.

I walked into the shop with renewed determination. Last night’s pep talk with the coven had me feeling... well, mostly confident. At least confident enough to step up my game and make it clear to Lilia that the whole age thing? Not an issue. I had a plan, flirt, be charming, and maybe, just maybe , get her to acknowledge whatever was happening between us.

Except life, as usual, had other plans.

The moment I walked in, the shop was packed. A line of customers at the counter, others browsing the shelves, and Lilia, poised, composed, and completely absorbed in reading after reading.

I blinked. “Since when do we get this busy?”

She didn’t answer, of course. Lilia never spoke during a reading, but the way she glanced up at me before flipping over a card for the woman in front of her said enough.

I sighed, shoving my bag behind the counter. 

After the reading, she finally looked up, smoothing her hands over the table. “It’s the full moon tomorrow. People are... searching.”

“Of course they are.”

So much for my grand seduction plan.

I tried, though. Between organising stock and ringing up sales, I threw in little comments. A brush of my hand here, a sly smile there. But Lilia? She was avoiding me like it was her new favorite hobby.

Every time I moved toward her, she shifted her attention to a customer. When I leaned against the counter, trying to catch her eye, she breezed past me with a murmured, “Excuse me, baby.”

And when I finally managed to get close enough to remind her about my plans, she barely registered it.

“Hey, don’t forget I have to leave early tomorrow,” I said, leaning in slightly. “Agatha’s art gallery thing, remember? I told you last week.”

Lilia, scanning a book title, nodded absently. “Mhm. That’s fine, baby.”

I frowned. “Lilia, Agatha will kill me if I miss it.”

Still no real reaction. “You’ll be fine.”

And just like that, she was gone again, moving to help another customer without a second glance.

I stared after her, utterly baffled. She was always attentive when I talked to her, always teasing or throwing in some cryptic comment to keep me on my toes. But today? Today, she was distant. Aloof. And it was driving me insane.

By the end of the day, I was ready to scream.

I stomped into Agatha’s that evening, slumping onto the couch in pure defeat. “She’s avoiding me.”

Agatha didn’t even look up from her wine. “Told you she’d spiral.”

Billy, sprawled on the floor with a tarot deck, flipped over a random card and smirked. “I predict that she’s freaking out.”

Jen raised an eyebrow. “You got all that from the cards?”

“No, I got that from common sense,” Billy said, grinning.

Alice offered me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe she’s just busy?”

I threw my hands in the air. “No, Alice. She’s strategically avoiding me. I tried everything today. Every time I got close, she found something else to do.”

Jen winced. “Ouch. So what’s the plan now?”

Agatha set down her wine, eyes gleaming. “Simple. You keep going.”

I groaned. “Agatha.”

“No, listen,” she insisted, sitting up. “If she’s avoiding you, that means she felt something yesterday. And now she’s panicking.”

Billy grinned. “So what you’re saying is... push harder?”

I groaned again. “You guys want me to die.”

Agatha leaned back, grinning. “You’ve survived worse.”

I sighed. “I told her I was leaving early for your thing tomorrow. She barely reacted.”

Agatha smirked. “Good. Because tomorrow, my dear y/n, she’s going to realise just how much she hates it when you’re not around.”

Alice smiled kindly. “Maybe a little space will make her see what she’s missing.”

I stared at the ceiling. “I hate all of you.”

Billy grinned. “We know.”

As soon as I stepped into the shop again, it felt like déjà vu. But thankfully today the shop was quiet. Not many customers, just the quiet hum of the incense burner. And, of course, Lilia still expertly dodging me like it was her life’s mission.

I tried to be casual about it, leaning on the counter and watching her pretend to be absorbed in inventory she’d probably memorised years ago. “Hey, mind if I use your place to get ready for Agatha’s thing later?” I asked, keeping my voice light.

She didn’t even look up, just nodded. “Of course. The spare key’s behind the counter.”

I resisted the urge to sigh. “Thanks.”

And just like that, she was back to pretending I didn’t exist.

I stared at her for a moment, resisting the urge to say something more, something to break through whatever walls she was so determined to put up. But instead, I just grabbed the spare key and headed into the back.

Lilia’s space was tucked behind the shop, a cozy, cluttered little place filled with books, candles, and an endless supply of robes draped over various furniture pieces. I didn’t think much of it as I changed into the dress Agatha had practically forced me to wear. The dress hugged every inch of me in all the right places, the deep shade accentuating my skin in a way that even I had to admit was... impressive.

I slipped on my heels, applied my red lipstick with a steady hand, and fixed my hair until it fell just right. I wasn’t trying to do anything, this was just getting ready for Agatha’s event but even I could admit I looked good.

With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my things and stepped back into the shop.

Lilia was standing behind the counter, flipping through a book, seemingly lost in thought. She didn’t look up at first.

And then she did.

I watched the reaction unfold in slow motion, the way her eyes lifted, trailing up from the hem of my dress to my legs, then higher, higher, until they reached my face. Then she looked down, as if to double-check what she’d just seen. And then— snap —right back up again, her head jerking so fast I swore she almost gave herself whiplash.

Her lips parted slightly, and for the first time ever, she said absolutely nothing.

I bit back a smile and walked over to the counter, heels clicking against the wooden floor, and held out the keys. “Thanks for letting me use your place.”

Lilia’s fingers closed around the keys, but she didn’t look away. Her dark eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like she was trying to take it all in, maybe even commit it to memory.

There was something in the way she was looking at me, like she was working up the courage to say something. Her mouth opened slightly, and for a split second, I thought she might finally break her silence.

And then, right on cue, the door chimed.

“y/n, darling!” Agatha’s voice was as bright and smug as ever as she strolled in, wearing a knowing smile that only deepened when she saw the way Lilia was staring at me. “Look at you.”

Lilia’s gaze snapped away, and just like that, the moment was gone.

Agatha’s arm linked through mine, her grin positively feral as she turned to Lilia. “I’m stealing her for the night. Hope you don’t mind.”

Lilia finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. “Not at all.”

I turned to her with a small smile. “Bye, Lilia.”

She nodded, still looking at me like she wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Goodnight, baby.”

Agatha practically dragged me out of the shop, and as soon as the door shut behind us, she let out a low whistle.

“Holy shit, y/n.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, yeah.”

“No, no, did you see her face?” Agatha cackled, practically vibrating with glee. “I think you just aged her a decade.”

I groaned. “She didn’t even say anything.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, starting the car. “Oh, honey, she didn’t need to. That woman was devouring you with her eyes.”

I bit my lip, staring out the window. “You think?”

“I know. ”

And honestly? I really, really hoped she was right.

The night with Agatha was exactly what I needed. I loved things like this, dressing up, feeling the buzz of conversation, the soft glow of lights reflecting off expensive paintings, and the effortless way I fit into it all. There was something about the atmosphere, about the way people looked at me, that made me feel alive. And, of course, Agatha basked in it too, sipping her wine with a smirk and throwing me knowing looks every time someone complimented my dress.

"You clean up dangerously well, darling," she whispered at one point, nudging me with her elbow. "No wonder Lilia nearly combusted."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the heat creeping up my neck. "She didn't combust."

Agatha just grinned. "She will."

After the event wrapped up, Agatha, never one to let a good night end too soon, insisted on a celebratory gathering at her place. It didn't take much convincing—Billy, Jen, and Alice were already in, and honestly, I loved being around them. Nights like this were rare, and I soaked it in, lounging on Agatha’s plush couch with a glass of wine in hand while she dramatically recounted the events of the night.

"And then," Agatha said, eyes sparkling with mischief, "she walked out of that little back room, looking absolutely devastating, and I swear to you, Lilia nearly dropped dead. "

Jen gasped in delight. "Shut up. "

Billy, sprawled out on the floor with his arms behind his head, grinned. "I knew it. I knew she couldn’t handle it."

Alice, ever the voice of calm, smiled softly. "She really didn't say anything?"

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Not a word. She just... stared. "

Agatha smirked. "Stared? Honey, that woman was devouring you with her eyes."

Jen cackled. "So what’s the next move, y/n? Do we escalate?"

"I don't know!" I groaned. "She’s been weird all week, avoiding me, and now this? What does it even mean? "

Billy rolled onto his side. "It means she’s cracking."

"She’s definitely cracking," Jen agreed. "And if you play your cards right, she’ll snap soon enough."

I sighed, swirling my wine. "I don’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable, though. If she’s really that caught up about the age thing—"

Agatha waved me off. "Oh, please. She’s not uncomfortable. She’s terrified. "

"Terrified?" I frowned.

"Terrified because she knows you could wreck her entire world, and she wouldn’t stand a chance." Agatha leaned in with a wicked smile. "And she likes being in control, doesn’t she?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but my phone buzzed, cutting through the conversation. My heart leapt into my throat.

I glanced down, and there it was.

Lilia: Let me know when you get home safe.

I stared at the screen, the words blurring slightly as my heart hammered against my ribs.

Billy sat up instantly. "Who is it?"

I swallowed hard. "Lilia."

The room erupted.

"Oh my God," Jen practically shrieked, grabbing my arm. "She texted you?! "

Agatha grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Oh, she’s gone. "

I blinked, staring at the message. "It’s just... she wants to make sure I’m okay."

Agatha snatched the phone from my hand, reading the message aloud in a dramatic tone. "Let me know when you get home safe." She gasped theatrically. "Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve entered the protective phase. "

I groaned, grabbing my phone back. "It’s not a big deal."

Jen poked me. "y/n. Babe. This is a huge deal. She’s thinking about you right now. She’s picturing you coming home, kicking off your heels, and—"

"Okay, that’s enough," I muttered, my face burning.

Billy smirked. "But seriously, what are you gonna say back?"

I stared at the message again, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I don’t know. What do I even say? "

Agatha leaned in with a devious grin. "Simple. ‘Wish you were here.’"

I shot her a glare. "I’m not sexting her."

Alice smiled. "You could just say, ‘I will, thanks for checking in.’ Casual, but lets her know you appreciate it."

Jen hummed. "Or... you could send a little something extra. Not too flirty, just enough to keep her thinking."

I sighed. "You guys are terrible influences."

Billy shrugged. "We know."

I rolled my eyes but typed out a response anyway.

Me: Thanks, Lilia. I will. You're sweet for checking in.

I hovered over the send button, heart racing, before pressing it.

The room watched in silent anticipation.

Billy grinned. "And now we wait."

I stared at my phone, willing it to buzz again. The coven had gone back to their usual antics. Billy was dramatically narrating the highlights of Agatha’s gallery event, Jen was critiquing the wine selection, and Agatha was lounging with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with her own meddling.

But me? I was glued to my screen, staring at Lilia’s last message like it held the secrets of the universe.

And then, finally, my phone buzzed.

Lilia: Please let me know if I need to send the police out.

I snorted, shaking my head. “She’s threatening to call the cops on me.”

Billy perked up. “That’s sexy.”

I sighed, typing out a response.

Me: I’m at Agatha’s, staying here tonight.

A moment later, another buzz.

Lilia: Good. Glad you’re safe.

I exhaled, a small smile tugging at my lips. But before I could even process it, another message popped up.

Lilia: How did the night go?

The coven erupted.

“Oh my God, ” Jen gasped, grabbing my arm. “She’s fishing. ”

“Grandma’s up past her bedtime, ” Agatha grinned, swirling her wine. “Probably already touching herself thinking about y/n and that red lipstick.”

I choked on my drink. “ Agatha! ”

Billy cackled, rolling onto his side. “I mean, she did see you in that dress. You think she just went to sleep after that? Hell no.”

Alice, blushing furiously, covered her face. “Oh my God, guys.”

I groaned, glaring at them. “Can you all not? She’s being nice, that’s all.”

Agatha smirked. “Sweetheart, people don’t stay up texting their employees at midnight just to be nice. ”

Jen waved a hand. “Yeah, no one’s buying that. She’s sitting at home, staring at her phone, probably replaying that double take she did when you walked out in that dress.”

Billy wagged his brows. “Lilia Calderu: palm reader by day, handsy old woman by night.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.”

Agatha grinned. “No, you love us. Now text her back. Be flirty, y/n.”

I peeked out from my hands. “What do I even say?”

Jen, ever the strategist, leaned in. “Keep it casual but suggestive. Something like, ‘It was good. Would’ve been better if you were there.’”

Billy gasped. “Yes, yes, YES.”

Alice shook her head. “That’s too much. Maybe just say, ‘It went well, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.’”

Agatha snorted. “Boring.”

I sighed, staring at my phone. “Fine. I’ll go with something... middle ground.”

I typed, biting my lip.

Me: It went well. I think I made an impression.

The coven leaned in, waiting as I hovered over the send button. I rolled my eyes and hit it.

We all stared at the screen, waiting.

My phone buzzed again.

Lilia: I have no doubt you did, baby.

I froze, and the coven lost it.

I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling over the keyboard. “I think I’m going to die.”

Agatha grinned. “Not before you sext her back. ”

I stared at my phone, heart hammering in my chest, Lilia’s message practically burning into my screen.

I turned to the coven, wide-eyed and completely at a loss. “What do I say? What do I say?! ”

Alice sighed. “Keep it playful. Like, ‘Good to know my reputation precedes me.’”

Agatha smirked. “Or—and hear me out—‘I leave a mark wherever I go... want me to leave my mark on you?’”

I groaned, grabbing my phone back. “You all suck.”

Billy grinned. “And yet you keep asking for our help.”

I rolled my eyes but typed anyway, fingers trembling just slightly.

Me: Good to know my reputation precedes me.

A collective sigh of satisfaction rippled through the group as I hit send.

We all stared at the screen again. Silence. Then...

Lilia: It does. Quite the reputation, indeed.

Jen gasped. “OH. MY. GOD. ”

Agatha laughed, draping herself dramatically over the couch. “y/n, darling, you are killing her.”

I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my lips, warmth spreading through me.

Alice giggled. “This is so cute.”

Billy nodded sagely. “It’s not cute, Alice. It’s sexy. ”

We kept chatting for a while longer, Agatha tossing out increasingly absurd suggestions that I shot down one by one, and eventually, we all crashed, smiles on our faces, hearts full, and just enough teasing to ensure I wouldn’t get a moment’s peace tomorrow.

It was so fucking early. Too early. The kind of early that felt like a personal attack.

I woke up to the sharp smell of coffee and the unmistakable sound of Billy and Jen bickering, their voices cutting through the dawn like they had no concept of time—or mercy. My brain protested every second of consciousness, but I managed to peel myself off the couch, blinking blearily.

After some groggy, half-conscious hugs and a round of mumbled promises to update each other, we all stumbled our separate ways, the world outside still drenched in that unsettling, pre-sunrise gloom.

And then... I was home. Alone.

And I was bored.

I wasn’t at the shop today, which meant I had absolutely no distractions. No tarot cards to organise, no shelves to restock, and, most importantly, no Lilia. I found myself pacing my apartment, debating whether it would be too much to text her again, but the thought made me cringe.

I needed an excuse. Something casual.

I chewed my lip, glancing at my keys. And then it hit me.

Lilia loved this little Italian pastry place across town, she mentioned it once in passing, some small hole-in-the-wall bakery that she claimed made the best sfogliatelle she’d had since leaving Sicily.

Before I could overthink it, I grabbed my coat and drove across town.

By the time I reached the shop, the Closed sign was still hanging on the door. It was early, too early for the shop to be open yet, but I knocked anyway, clutching the warm box of pastries in my hands.

A few seconds passed, and then the door creaked open.

Lilia stood there in a robe— a robe.

A silky, deep burgundy robe that clung to her in ways that made my brain short-circuit. Her dark curls were loose, tumbling over her shoulders, and she looked... soft. Sleepy.

And I was the one speechless now.

“y/n?” she murmured, brow furrowing in confusion.

I swallowed hard, trying to remember how to form words. “Uh... I brought breakfast.” I held up the box like an offering, as if that explained why I was standing outside her shop at an ungodly hour.

She stared at me for a beat, then at the pastries, and then back at me. Without a word, she stepped aside, opening the door wider.

I stepped inside, the familiar scent of the shop mingling with the faint, warm scent of her.

Lilia gestured to the small table in the corner where we usually sat with tea. “Sit,” she said softly, closing the door behind me.

I obeyed, setting the pastries down as she disappeared into the back for a moment. When she returned, she had two mugs of coffee in hand, sliding one across the table to me.

“Thought you had today off,” she said, finally breaking the silence.

I shrugged, unboxing the pastries. “I do. I just... thought you’d like these.”

Her lips twitched. “From my favorite place?”

I grinned. “I listen.”

She picked up one of the pastries, inspecting it like she was deciding if I’d done a good job. Then she took a bite, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You really do listen.”

I laughed softly, watching her. “So, how’d the shop do without me yesterday?”

Lilia smirked. “It survived.”

We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the tension from the night before melting into something more familiar. She asked about the gallery, my friends, the art. I told her about Billy’s ridiculous art commentary and Agatha’s smug satisfaction.

“You have good friends,” she said after a while, stirring her coffee thoughtfully.

“They’re the best,” I agreed, smiling.

She sipped her coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug with those dark, knowing eyes. “And they care about you... a lot.”

I shrugged. “I care about them too.”

Something flickered in her expression, but before I could ask, she glanced at the clock and sighed. “You should probably head back before they start wondering where you are.”

I pouted. “Are you kicking me out?”

Her lips twitched. “I’m saying your fan club will miss you.”

I rolled my eyes, taking the hint, and stood to gather my things. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you get ready to open.”

Lilia smirked, walking me to the door. “Smart choice, baby.”

I paused in the doorway, turning to her. “Thanks for letting me crash your morning.”

She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze soft but unreadable. “Anytime.”

I left with a flutter in my chest, already thinking about what excuse I could come up with to see her again.

The evening was quiet, just me and the soft hum of the TV filling the apartment. I was curled up on the couch, half-watching some crime drama, the kind where the detectives always figure things out way too fast. My mind kept drifting back to this morning, Lilia in that robe, the way she’d looked at me, the way her lips had curled around the edge of her coffee cup like she was considering something she wouldn’t say out loud.

I sighed, sinking deeper into the cushions, telling myself to stop overthinking.

And then my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the screen, expecting a text from one of the coven, but my brows furrowed at the sender.

Lilia Calderu.

I sat up a little straighter, unlocking my phone.

The message? Absolute gibberish.

“fhbgggjkkjj”

I blinked.

I stared at it.

I blinked again.

I typed back quickly.

Me: Lilia? Everything okay?

No response.

I stared at my phone, waiting.

Still nothing.

I chewed on my lip, debating if I should call her, when—

RING.

I nearly dropped the phone as Lilia’s name flashed across the screen.

I fumbled to answer, pressing it to my ear. “Lilia?”

Nothing. Just... breathing.

Shaky, uneven breathing.

And then—

A whimper.

My entire body froze.

Another sound, soft and needy, and—

A low, drawn-out moan.

I choked on air, clutching the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. My mouth went completely dry.

There was no mistaking what I was hearing. No way.

I opened my mouth to say something— anything —but before I could, the line went dead.

I stared at the phone like it had just burst into flames in my hand.

“No. No way,” I whispered to myself, blinking rapidly.

This... this had to be an accident. Maybe she sat on her phone? Maybe—maybe she was watching a... video or something? Yeah, I thought, nodding to myself. That makes sense. Probably just a mistake.

A completely innocent, totally not deliberate mistake.

My phone stayed silent in my hands, and I sat there for about 20 minutes, just processing.

And then my phone buzzed again.

Lilia: Ignore that.

I gawked at the screen.

Ignore that?

Like it was just some minor inconvenience?

My fingers trembled as I typed back.

Me: …Okay?

There was a long pause.

Then, finally—

Lilia: Goodnight, baby.

I groaned, falling back against the couch, covering my face with my hands.

“She’s going to kill me.”

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it, the soft whimper, the breathy moan, the way the call cut off before I could even process what was happening. My mind replayed it over and over, dissecting every second until I convinced myself it had to be a mistake.

Lilia had to have accidentally pocket dialed me. There was no way she’d do something like that on purpose. Right?

By the time morning rolled around, I was a mess, over-caffeinated, under-rested, and dreading what was going to happen when I walked into the shop.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, bracing myself for something, anything awkwardness, a comment, maybe even a cryptic remark about phones.

But when I walked in, Lilia was already behind the counter, counting the till like nothing had happened.

“Morning, y/n,” she said casually, not even looking up.

I froze for a second. “Uh... morning.”

She glanced up, arching a brow at my hesitation. “Are you alright?”

I stared at her, searching for any hint of discomfort or amusement anything that would give away the fact that she absolutely knew what she did last night. But she just looked... normal. Unbothered. As if she hadn’t called me in the middle of the night and—

I cleared my throat, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just... didn’t sleep well.”

Lilia hummed knowingly. “Ah, too much excitement from your art gala adventure the previous night?”

I blinked. Was that... was that a dig? I couldn't tell.

“Something like that,” I muttered, setting my bag down behind the counter.

She straightened up and gave me one of her usual, polite smiles. “I need you to organise the crystal display today. People keep moving things around, and it’s driving me crazy.”

I stared at her, waiting for something, some sly comment, some subtle hint that she knew.

Nothing.

She just handed me a cloth and gestured toward the shelves like it was any other day.

I nodded slowly, taking it from her. “Sure. I can do that.”

Lilia’s lips quirked, and she patted my shoulder lightly. “Good girl.”

The words slipped from Lilia’s lips like they meant nothing, like they weren’t currently wreaking absolute havoc on my nervous system.

I gripped the cloth in my hands so tight I was surprised it didn’t disintegrate. My entire body was in overdrive, my brain short-circuiting in real-time, because after last night, after hearing that noise, after spending all night dissecting it from every possible angle, there was no way I could process her saying that without losing my mind.

And yet, Lilia carried on like she hadn’t just set me on fire.

She hummed to herself as she floated across the shop, rearranging candles with her usual air of elegant chaos, soft, sophisticated, yet somehow still completely kooky. She muttered something under her breath about “people putting things in the wrong places” and shot the candles a scolding look, as if they were responsible.

Meanwhile, I stood there, trying to act like my entire worldview hadn’t shifted overnight.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t know.

There was no way she had butt-dialled me on purpose, right? No way she knew what I’d heard. But what if she suspected? What if she was saying things like good girl just to watch me unravel? Was I unraveling? It definitely felt like I was unraveling.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

Lilia’s voice cut through my spiralling thoughts, and I nearly jumped, clutching the cloth like it was a lifeline.

“I’m—I'm fine,” I croaked, too fast, too awkward.

She glanced at me with a raised brow, then tilted her head, curls slipping over her shoulder in that careless, elegant way she always managed. “Mm.” Her lips quirked, amused but not prying, yet. “If you say so.”

I nodded too quickly, ducking my head and wiping the same spot on the shelf three times. Play it cool. Play it cool. She doesn’t know.

Lilia, completely oblivious to the chaos in my head, twirled one of her rings around her finger absentmindedly, watching me with a curious little smile. “You really didn’t sleep well, did you?”

I froze. Oh god. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, returning to fussing with the display, adjusting a vase by a fraction of an inch before stepping back with a satisfied nod. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” I tried to keep my voice casual, but I was fairly sure I sounded like I was moments away from combusting.

Lilia turned, resting her elbows on the counter and watching me with a thoughtful expression. “The same one you get when you’re overthinking things. Your brow does this little... crinkle.”

My hand shot up to my forehead instinctively. “It does not.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh, it does.”

I groaned under my breath, focusing aggressively on the shelf in front of me. “It’s nothing. Just... a long night.”

She hummed knowingly. “Ah, still recovering from the art gala. I imagine it was... stimulating. Those events tend to linger, don’t they.”

I choked. “What?”

Lilia blinked, completely innocent. “The art. Your friends.” She paused. “The drinks?”

I stared at her, searching for even the tiniest flicker of something, anything , that might indicate she was toying with me. But she just looked... normal. Perfectly composed. Like she hadn’t called me in the middle of the night and—

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. Stimulating.”

Lilia tilted her head, eyes twinkling. “You’re acting strange.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Are you in trouble? Did you get up to mischief?”

My entire existence was mischief at this point. “No.”

Lilia pursed her lips, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press. Instead, she gently adjusted the sleeve of her robe, glancing at the clock. “Well, whatever it is, baby, I’m sure it’ll sort itself out.”

There it was again. Baby. My knees nearly gave out.

I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the shelf. Focus.

To make things worse, she strolled over, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her, something warm, a little floral, a little spicy, something that was so Lilia it made my head spin. She picked up a crystal from the display I was supposed to be fixing and turned it over in her hands.

“This one’s nice,” she mused, running her fingers along the edges. Then, without missing a beat, she handed it to me. “For stress.”

I blinked. “I’m not stressed.”

She smiled, and it was the kind of smile that said she knew I was lying through my teeth. “Of course not.”

I took the crystal anyway, staring at it like it might offer me some divine clarity.

Lilia lingered for a moment longer, then gave a satisfied nod. “Well, I’m off to pretend I’m being productive in the back. Call if you need me.”

I watched her disappear behind the curtain, releasing the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. The second she was out of sight, I dropped my head onto the counter and groaned into my arms.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this?

She didn’t know.

And yet, somehow, it felt like she was winning a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

I sighed, rolling the crystal in my palm, muttering under my breath. “Progress. It’s progress.”

Because she wasn’t avoiding me. And if this was how she wanted to play it?

Fine. Two could play that game.

For now.

[aiiristuff]

"I need you like a heart needs a beat."

pairing : hyunju! x AFAB!reader

genre : soft smut & fluff

tw : public touching, slow humping, consensual sexualization towards hyunju from the reader

a/n : pls dont mind if I accidentally mess up grammar or misspell a few words, english is not my first language! Also, I rarely write smut, so bare w me.

Your body felt hot from the summer sun as you sat on a rented sunbed and the umbrella that covered your face for safety reasons, of course. Your eyes glanced towards your girlfriend as she swam in the crystal clean sea, some people giving her dirty looks as she just wanted to be calm in the water. You felt insanely bad for her as you drank your lemonade from the straw that was in the cold drink. And, after a few minutes, you didn't notice your girlfriend coming closer to you. Your ears perked as you heard the sound of the rocks clanking softly and opened your eyes as you saw your girlfriend, Hyunju. The way she looked in her swimsuit was so insanely attractive that your eyes immediately fell towards her boobs. Ever since she got that top surgery, you just couldn't keep your eyes off of there. She noticed and blushed and, in a playful manner, placed her palm on the V line of her breasts. You groaned and chuckled as you thought of what you were going to say: "C'mon, can't I have some fun looking at your pretty.. body parts" your voice purred through her ears as she scoffed and sat down on the single sunbed next to you.

"Don't be stupid - you're just being a little pervert." Hyunju laughed as she played with the strings of your hair. Her eyes gazed over your body as she felt a bit weird. She felt like something was going down in her bikini underwear. As you two simply didn't have enough money to make her get the surgery for her bottom part of her body, Hyunju hid her upcoming boner. Her eyes softly crunch in a sad way as she remembered that she couldn't fully transition unless she had money. The tension was noticeable as you wanted to comfort her. At the end of the day, she was your girlfriend: "Babe, come on.. Don't be ashamed. You'll get that surgery soon, and I'll make sure that happens!" A soft smile appeared on her face as she twirled her hair. "Uhm.. Don't worry about me, hah. Anyway-- how about we go to the bathroom for a second? I feel like my swimsuit is falling off." Hyunju spoke with a smile as she took your hand, and your lovebug face just went along with whatever she said.

And before you knew it, you two were in the girls' bathroom near the beach as there was not a single soul there. You found yourself in a sticky situation as you washed your hands and felt the strong hands of your girlfriend on your hips as she slowly humped your back. You guys didn't want to have sex here. What if someone walks in! So, you two just agreed on slow humping. You moaned as Hyunju's hands went all over your body as bent herself just a little so she could sloppily kiss your neck with wet smooches. The two of you suddenly heard footsteps towards the bathroom, the voices of an older woman, and a child voice getting closer. Hyunju immediately stopped and went to do whatever that didn't look suspicious when the mother-daughter duo would walk in. The two entered the bathroom as the mother went to help her 6 year old looking daughter in the bathroom stalls. Hyunju, and you already knew it was too risky to continue anywhere on the beach, so the two of you walked out of the girls' bathroom. I wonder what happened home..

I LOVE HYUNJU SM AND I DID THIS FOR ONE OF MY FRIENDS. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENIOY IT MWAAHBB

[procyongaaay]

love this idea, but theres some important bits scrambled up in here that clarifying may actually help with producing better spec evo pieces based off this very fun prompt

big points here are: -the oxygen levels did not drop in the kpg extinction -things did not evolve to go below ground in that extinction event

-things were not larger due to higher amounts of oxygen, especially not reptiles or sloths.

oxygen levels were at their peak durring the carboniferous period, which is thought to have made some arthropods grow beyond the sizes that would be possible today due to the structure of arthopods lungs. this however does not apply to dinosaurs or sloths or anything like that. oxygen levels were not quite at their peak (about 35%) when Tiktaalik (the lobe finned fish that is the ancestor to all terrestrial tetrapods, or anything with 4 limbs) first started to walk on land about 375MYA durring the late devonian. By the end of the permian, the average oxygen level was as low as 15%. its been about 20-25% since the dinosaurs started evolving in the triassic, and is currently sitting at around 21%.

also to the evolving to go underground, thats also not factual. the distinction here is small, but important. the things that survived the KPG extinction were animals that were already adapted to burrowing, eating small amounts of food sources that would keep, such as seeds, or were able to hibernate/estivate through the worst of everything. large active bodied animals died.

the big thing about extinction events is that specialists die, generalists survive, then after the even the generalists can radiate through niche partitioning. so it was not that things had to evolve to cope, things happened way too fast for things to evolve into new niches. no, everything died except for those things that were already in the right position to survive. 75% of all species, including entire clades that had been around longer than teeth have existed just vanished without a single living lineage. so the things that survived were little early birds, some mammals (monotremes, marsupials, and placentals all split off before the kpg, and by the kpg we already had some radiations within placental mammals such as ourselves breaking off either shortly before or after the kpg, depending on which exact ancestor you consider the first true primate)

as for things like giant sloths etc their size is actually directly correlated to the temperatures, as larger bodies keep heat better, and therefore are able to survive an ice age. plus its not that sloths existed then got big because of oxygen, they evolved big, and when the temperatures changed (plus the great american interchange happened and fucked up their ecosystem and introduced predators they couldn't cope with including humans and big cats, but im not gonna go into that now) only the little ones continued to survive.

But theo, i hear you say, wasn't earth pretty warm when the dinosaurs got real big? and the answer is yes! but dinosaurs are unique in having a whole body respiratory system that pneumatizes their bones, making them much lighter than they would otherwise appear, and more able to cool their massive bodies more effectively, even without things like big ears or naked tails like some mammals have. some of them were still absolutely massive, even with being lighter than a mammal of that size would be, there's one additional factor, the prevalence of food. by the end of the jurassic trees were getting diverse, flowering plants were starting to appear, and leafy greens were everywhere! so a ton of food means a ton of things to eat that food, and a ton of things to eat the greens means a lot of things to eat the meats of the things that eat the greens, etc.

also theres a bit of an evolutionary arms race. if your strategy involves being bigger than the predators that hunt you, then your hunters get bigger, you gotta continue to get bigger to avoid predation, within the limits of your environment. from what i have read this is one of the theorized reasons for saurpods getting so absolutely massive, but also i will have to fact check that some time when im not dying of gastroenteritis.

so yes! what if the kpg never happened? what if a dinosaurian species became hyper specialized into intelligence and cooperation like we are? what could they acheive? how would they look different?

what if on other planets similar paths were taken but there was no kpg? would there have been major extinction events in the ensuing ice ages? how would this change how these lineages evolved and how their societies changed?

what if sentient species were on average much larger than us? what if they were much smaller? how would the natural histories of their plants change their morphologies? these are all amazing questions and i would love to see people explore these further! But also with paleo biology being a massive special interest of mine, I wanted to help clarify a few points that might make these even more fun to explore! i love reading spec evo, and would love to see what folks come up with!

as i mentioned earlier i am sick and have had to run to the bathroom constantly in writing this and may have forgotten something or misremembered or just mistyped. i fact checked some of my numbers, but not all of them. between low spoons, brain fog, and just constantly being pulled away from this im sure i made one or two mistakes. So if i made any errors please do correct me! and im open to discuss any one topic mentioned here further if anyone wants more info. In the meanwhile PBS Eons has some amazing videos on the topics of deep time and paleobiology if anyone is interested in learning more! for now i gotta run again, but i hope yall enjoyed the little infodump!

Dude, dude.. do you think we're the only sentient mammalian species in the universe?

Do you think the asteroid that hit our planet is an experience no other alien species has had to endure?

Correct me for any misguided information, I am in no way an anthropologist or paleontologist; but imagine if we were the only planet to have had such a catastrophic event like a massive asteroid hitting us and surviving? Back then, when dinosaurs still roamed, everything was absolutely huge. Ancestors of animals we know today like bugs, alligators, sloths, etc were 10x the size of their present descendants. And that's suspected to be because of the extra oxygen, caused by the additionally supersized plants.

But the asteroid wiped all that out. Its impact killed all the large plants and animals, reducing the oxygen levels and driving smaller creatures underground. Including our mammalian ancestors, which is what makes us so small and probably has affected our crappy physical evolution as creatures that thrived above-ground reduced to adapting to the underground.

Theories were made of what the world would be like if the asteroid never struck. If we would be much larger due to the oxygen, if we'd share the planet with other intelligent creatures, if dinosaurs would still walk the earth. But the most likely probability is that we wouldn't come to exist in the first place. The asteroid was our chance to expand our numbers without the dominant species keeping down our populations. With massive reptiles dominating the world, it's likely mammals would've never had the chance to develop intelligence like humans have- or maybe we would've been killed to extinction first. And what'd take our place would be the evolution of intelligent reptiles instead.

Imagine what this would be like for aliens, if they have planet structures similar to our own. They'd probably be dominated by evolved reptilian-like species too. Maybe they have endangered mammals, or maybe they're completely extinct on their planets because of the similar faults of nature and are regarded as ancient species. Maybe seeing such small, unstable, oddly evolved creatures having survived this long because of a massive catastrophe that should've wiped out our planet would fascinate them. Maybe it'd terrify them. That we have gotten to our current state by sheer luck and force of will. Who knows. But I doubt our experience would be considered the norm amongst space.

[aspenmissing]

I loved your writing about Viktor x Jayce's sister Reader! (aka cockblock brother Jayce xD)

Imagine Jayce leading Sister Reader to the altar and crying like he's going to loose his baby sister forever ;-;

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 5301 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴏɴ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ! ᴀɴ�� ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ

Years had passed since Viktor and Y/N first crossed paths, and despite the smooth growth of their relationship, there was one constant in their lives: Jayce. As much as Viktor had come to adore Y/N's older brother, the man’s persistence—his absolute inability to take a hint—remained an endless source of exasperation and amusement.

One evening, Viktor and Y/N managed to steal away for a quiet dinner at a local café. The atmosphere was everything they’d hoped for: warm, intimate, and peaceful. The flickering candlelight danced across the table, casting soft shadows on their faces. The hum of conversation from other patrons created a gentle buzz, but it was nothing compared to the calm, content feeling that washed over Viktor as he sat across from Y/N. They had finally found a moment to enjoy each other’s company, away from the chaos of work and the ever-present shadow of Jayce.

But as Viktor was about to pour them both a glass of wine, he noticed the subtle shift in Y/N’s posture. Her eyes flickered across the room, her gaze narrowing in that way that Viktor had come to recognise all too well. She wasn’t just looking around; she was searching for something—or rather, someone.

Viktor, curious but cautious, subtly followed her line of sight. At a table near the far end of the room, he saw him. Jayce.

Though he hadn’t yet been noticed, Viktor knew that unmistakable silhouette anywhere. There he sat, shrouded in the most absurd disguise Viktor and Y/N had ever seen. A trench coat so large it almost consumed him, a pair of oversized glasses that could’ve been made of magnifying lenses, and a hat so ridiculously oversized it seemed to defy all sense of proportion. Jayce was attempting his best impression of a secret agent, though it was anything but subtle.

Viktor’s eyes flicked back to Y/N, who was visibly holding in her amusement, trying not to burst into laughter. She leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you see him?" she murmured.

Viktor gave a small, knowing nod, carefully placing the wine bottle back on the table, as he shifted in his seat. "I see him. He really thinks this is fooling anyone, doesn’t he?"

Y/N grinned mischievously, the corner of her lips tugging up as she settled back in her chair. She had no intention of calling him out. Instead, she had an idea—a wicked, playful idea. They could have a little fun with Jayce. He’d made a career out of ruining their peaceful moments, so why not turn the tables?

"We can’t let him get away with this," Y/N said, her voice low but laced with amusement. "Let’s mess with him."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, a glint of amusement flickering in his own eyes. He already knew Y/N was up to something, and he was all in. Besides, if there was one thing he knew well, it was how to keep a straight face while absolutely throwing someone off their game.

They both subtly leaned back in their chairs, pretending to ignore Jayce, while in reality, they were carefully observing him. Viktor casually sipped his wine, giving the impression that nothing unusual was happening. Meanwhile, Y/N, her face an open book of innocent indifference, kept her eyes just low enough to avoid suspicion but not so much that it looked unnatural.

Jayce, oblivious to the fact that they knew exactly what he was up to, leaned forward on his table, practically vibrating with excitement. Meanwhile, Y/N’s eyes twinkled with mischief. She leaned slightly forward, whispering to Viktor.

"We should really make him think we haven’t noticed him at all," she said, her voice thick with mock seriousness. "Let him keep thinking he’s got the upper hand."

Viktor’s lips twitched in the slightest of smiles. "Agreed. Let’s play it cool."

For the next several minutes, they carried on their dinner as if nothing was amiss. Viktor continued to engage in conversation with Y/N, his voice steady, as he occasionally shifted his position. Y/N played her part, smiling and nodding along, all the while secretly watching Jayce from behind her lashes.

Jayce, growing bolder by the second, began to “adjust” his disguise, as if he were blending into the background like a seasoned spy. He shifted his oversized glasses, adjusted the collar of his coat, and even stood up to stretch in what appeared to be a calculated move to “blend in” with the other patrons. His eyes constantly flicked back to Viktor and Y/N, watching for any sign that they had caught on.

But Viktor and Y/N remained impassive, not giving him so much as a glance. They didn’t acknowledge him directly. Instead, they carried on as if he was no more than a part of the restaurant’s décor.

As Jayce settled back into his chair, no doubt trying to figure out if he’d been detected yet, Viktor gave a quick, surreptitious glance at Y/N. She caught his eye, the two of them silently communicating the shared amusement.

Then, as if on cue, Y/N reached into her bag, pulled out a napkin, and without a single word, placed it carefully over her lap—just like she would if the entire restaurant were watching them. Viktor caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately followed suit, placing his own napkin over his lap. Both actions were so exaggerated, so completely unnecessary, it would’ve been obvious to anyone with a modicum of awareness that they were putting on an elaborate show.

Jayce, who had been watching their every move, seemed to think this was a critical moment in the plan. His eyes widened behind his comically large glasses, but he seemed utterly confused. Was this a signal they were trying to send? Was it a challenge?

They continued this little charade for a while longer, each minute escalating the ridiculousness of the situation, Viktor's cane tapping quietly in time with the beat of a song that wasn’t playing. Meanwhile, Jayce squirmed in his seat, trying to figure out what was happening, all while completely unaware that his cover had long since been blown.

Finally, Viktor gave Y/N a subtle nod, and with a shared look, they both stood up to leave. Viktor’s cane clicked against the floor as he carefully made his way toward the exit, Y/N walking gracefully beside him. As they reached the door, they allowed themselves the smallest of smirks, knowing Jayce would be left utterly confused.

"Well, that was fun," Y/N muttered under her breath, glancing back to see Jayce still sitting there, his face contorted with puzzlement.

Viktor chuckled softly. "He’ll be stewing over that for weeks."

And just as they stepped out into the cool evening air, they could hear Jayce’s voice faintly trailing behind them, still trying to puzzle out what had just happened.

"Did they notice...?"

A few months later, Viktor and Y/N had finally managed to carve out a sliver of time for themselves. After weeks of work and endless interruptions, they decided to make the most of a rare day off. They planned the perfect, simple outing—nothing extravagant, just a quiet walk in the park, perhaps a light picnic by the lake. It was going to be their escape from the world, a chance to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy each other’s company without anyone else intruding on their peace.

They were confident. They thought it was safe.

As they approached the park entrance, the sun filtering through the trees and the distant sound of children playing filling the air, Y/N spotted a figure perched upon a bench near the entrance. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light—perhaps someone else, maybe a random park-goer. But then, as the figure straightened and adjusted his glasses, there was no mistaking it.

It was Jayce.

Y/N froze, disbelief creeping up her spine. She rubbed her eyes, then blinked several times, hoping she was imagining things. But there he was, unmistakably Jayce, in full disguise—an ensemble that made the previous attempts seem almost subtle in comparison. He wore a pair of gigantic, reflective sunglasses that would have been ridiculous even on the brightest, sunniest day. His moustache—no, that thing was not real. It looked suspiciously like it had been borrowed from a wax statue, perfectly styled but somehow out of place on a living person. And the fake beard. The beard. It was so elaborate it nearly touched the ground, a long, bushy monstrosity that clashed terribly with his clean-cut face.

Y/N’s shoulders slumped in disbelief, her heart sinking a little as she muttered under her breath, “Jayce...”

Viktor, who had been walking beside her, followed her gaze and groaned when he saw the familiar face. His exasperation was palpable, but he gave a small, dry laugh. "Of course," he muttered, more to himself than to Y/N. “I should’ve known.”

Jayce, spotting them, stood up and adjusted his absurdly large sunglasses, puffing out his chest with an almost theatrical flourish. His face, framed by the ridiculous fake beard, wore an expression of utter confidence, as if he believed his disguise was foolproof. With a dramatic wink, he gave them both a thumbs-up. “Hey there, you two!” he called out, his voice oozing with far too much enthusiasm. “Just checking in! Can’t let you have too much fun without me, now can I?”

Y/N didn’t even try to hide her irritation. She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing, and let out an exaggerated groan. “What is wrong with you?” she asked, voice dripping with disbelief. “What do you think you’re doing? We were supposed to have a peaceful day!”

Jayce merely beamed, utterly unbothered by the frustration in her voice. “Ah, come on! You’ve got to admit, I’m a natural at this,” he said, gesturing to himself with a grand flourish. “I’m just looking out for you two. Can’t have you wandering off without a little supervision, can I?” He gave Y/N a knowing look, as if to say he was protecting his precious little sister. “And for my baby sister, of course.”

Viktor rubbed his forehead, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The air around them seemed to grow heavier with the weight of this latest intrusion. His cane clicked gently on the cobbled pathway as he shifted his weight, trying to muster enough patience to deal with this. "Why are you always... everywhere?" he asked, incredulous, his voice carrying the faintest traces of a chuckle despite the obvious frustration.

Jayce only shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. “Because, my dear Viktor,” he said, as though imparting some deeply profound wisdom, “I am your eternal shadow. A shadow that must constantly supervise and ensure your safety. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t protect you from... well, everything? Can’t let you two have too much fun without me. I’ll just be here—keeping an eye on things.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Viktor, one of sheer exasperation. There was no point in arguing, not when Jayce was in full “protective big brother” mode. Viktor, already exasperated, mumbled under his breath, “I need to start carrying a spare disguise kit for these occasions.”

Y/N gave up entirely on the idea of having a peaceful afternoon. “Let’s just go somewhere more secluded,” she muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. She grabbed Viktor’s hand and began leading him down the path, away from Jayce’s prying eyes. But as they walked, they couldn’t help but feel that heavy presence still trailing them.

No matter where they went, Jayce followed.

At first, it was just a few steps behind. But as they made their way deeper into the park, Jayce didn’t even try to disguise the fact that he was shadowing them, maintaining an almost comical distance that felt just close enough to be uncomfortable. Every time they paused to take in the view or simply enjoy the serenity of the park, Jayce’s voice would inevitably ring out from behind them with some unsolicited commentary, often loudly enough for others nearby to hear. He would casually remark on the weather or offer unsolicited advice about how they should be careful not to get too close to the edge of the lake, as if they hadn’t known how to safely enjoy a walk in a park before.

Viktor’s patience was wearing thinner with each passing minute. He glanced at Y/N, who looked like she was about to pull her hair out, and without a word, he quickened his pace. But Jayce was relentless. He kept up, easily matching their speed, his fake beard swaying with each step like some kind of absurdly dramatic prop.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Viktor asked after a while, his tone sharp and almost pleading. He had to make his voice carry, over the sound of Jayce’s increasingly loud steps behind them.

“Nope!” Jayce replied enthusiastically, as though this was the greatest adventure of his life. “I’ve got nothing but time. I’m just here to make sure no one tries anything funny.”

Y/N sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping further. “You’re insufferable.”

“I know,” Jayce said with a proud grin. “It’s my superpower.” He gave a mock bow, only to straighten and puff out his chest again. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

As they approached a small grove of trees, Y/N glanced at Viktor, the plan already forming in her mind. A quiet, mischievous smile spread across her face. She could see the trees and shrubbery up ahead, a perfect spot to escape from Jayce’s prying eyes for a moment. “You know what?” she said softly, her voice practically dripping with sweetness. “Let’s take a break. Just for a minute.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “You’re not actually thinking of...”

“Watch me,” Y/N replied with a wink, her hand gripping Viktor’s arm as they veered off the main path and into the grove.

Jayce, of course, followed. But this time, when he approached the grove, his footsteps slowed. He peered cautiously around the corner, expecting to catch them in the act of whatever “fun” they might be having. What he found instead were two people calmly sitting on a bench, sharing a quiet moment of peace.

But in the distance, hidden from Jayce’s view, Viktor and Y/N exchanged a knowing glance, their plan unfolding. They couldn’t escape him for long, but they could certainly have a bit of fun with his over-the-top surveillance.

"Viktor," Y/N whispered with a small grin, "I think we’ve lost him for now."

For a moment, everything felt quiet. But of course, as expected, Jayce's voice soon echoed from somewhere in the distance.

"Not so fast!"

The day Viktor had been planning for months had finally arrived. Every single detail had been thought through, from the perfect location to the exact timing of the sunset. The spot atop the hill was secluded, the perfect little retreat for just the two of them. The sky was bathed in soft shades of pink and purple as the sun sank lower, painting the landscape with a golden hue. The cool air carried the scent of fresh earth and leaves, a quiet stillness that felt like a moment out of time.

Viktor had poured so much of himself into this day, ensuring everything was just right. The ring, a delicate and beautiful thing he’d spent days designing, sat safely in his pocket, its precious weight a reminder of the significance of the moment. His heart was racing in anticipation, but as he looked at Y/N, he felt a calmness wash over him. This was the moment he’d been waiting for—the moment to ask the woman he loved to be with him forever.

His fingers brushed against hers, the warmth of her skin grounding him. He turned towards her, gazing into her eyes.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice thick with emotion, “You’ve become my world, and every day with you feels like a gift. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You make me a better person, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. To laugh with you, love you, and grow old with you.”

He could feel the gravity of the words in his chest, the sincerity of everything he was about to say. He reached for her hands, squeezing them gently.

“Will you—”

Before he could finish the sentence, a voice shattered the moment.

“Y/N! Viktor! What’s up?”

Y/N’s heart sank into her stomach as she slowly turned, knowing exactly who it was before even seeing him. Viktor, too, let out a groan, frustration and disbelief flooding him.

There, standing under a tree not far from them, was Jayce. He was decked out in full hiking gear, binoculars hanging from his neck like some kind of adventure-ready explorer, his mischievous grin shining through.

“Just wanted to see how the proposal was going!” Jayce shouted, his voice echoing across the hill. “Did you pop the question yet? I’m here for moral support! And, of course, to make sure no one’s pulling a fast one on my baby sister!”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open in pure disbelief. She immediately buried her face in her hands, groaning deeply. Viktor, despite the absurdity of the situation, tried to stay calm. His lips twitched, the corners pulling upward in a thin, controlled smile, though his patience was clearly thinning.

“Jayce…” Viktor started, trying to keep his voice steady, but there was no hiding the frustration creeping into his words. “You do realise we’re in the middle of something important, right? Like… a moment?”

Jayce just grinned wider, unaffected. “Eh, moments are overrated,” he said with a shrug, as if this interruption was a trivial inconvenience. He stepped closer, clearly determined to make his presence known in the most dramatic way possible. “But hey, I’m here to make this unforgettable! You know, wingman duties and all. Gotta make sure everything’s going smoothly for my baby sister, right?”

Viktor exhaled slowly, trying to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The beautiful moment he’d planned with such care was slipping away, the words he’d prepared now hanging uselessly in the air. It felt like the world was conspiring against him.

Y/N, still standing with her face hidden in her hands, muttered a defeated, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Viktor looked at Jayce again, his patience fraying. He couldn’t hold back the frustration any longer. “I—” he started, but the words stuck in his throat. The proposal had been completely derailed, the intimate atmosphere lost to Jayce’s absurd antics. What had been a carefully orchestrated moment was now reduced to a chaotic mess.

Jayce, blissfully unaware of the awkwardness he’d caused, just stood there, grinning. “C’mon, Viktor, you’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you? I came all the way out here to see this!” His voice was loud and cheery, like a child excited for a school play. “Gotta make sure it’s all good! No one’s messing with my sister!”

Viktor exchanged a glance with Y/N. She looked back at him, her eyes apologetic and resigned. She knew her brother was a force of nature, and there was no escaping him. The two of them shared a silent understanding: Jayce was always going to be around, no matter how much they might try to carve out private moments.

Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. “You know, I think I’m just about ready to throw him off a cliff.”

Viktor chuckled, despite the situation. “Trust me, I considered it. I’m just glad you didn’t suggest it before I made it up this damn hill,” he said, gesturing with a little nod to the incline they had just climbed. Despite his cane, which helped him walk, he’d still pushed himself harder than usual to make this proposal perfect for Y/N. The pain in his legs had been worth it, but now Jayce’s antics had all but ruined the effort. Still, he wasn’t going to let that take away from the seriousness of his feelings.

Y/N let out a half-laugh, shaking her head. “You’d never catch me throwing him off, though I’m sorely tempted.”

Viktor smiled, his expression softening as he looked at her. He reached for her hands once more, his tone quiet and sincere as he continued, despite everything. “Fine, Jayce, you’ve ruined my moment. But I’m going to do this anyway.” He met Y/N’s eyes, that same warmth in his gaze, the love never faltering. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. In that moment, despite the chaos, everything felt right. The sky, the landscape, Viktor—nothing else mattered. She smiled softly, the weight of his question finally sinking in. “Yes, Viktor. Yes, I will marry you.”

Behind them, Jayce let out a dramatic cheer. “Now THAT’s what I’m talking about!”

Viktor chuckled softly, his face lighting up with relief and joy. “You’re impossible, Jayce,” he muttered under his breath, but his tone was fond, resigned to the fact that his best friend—and Y/N’s older brother—would always be a part of the picture, no matter how chaotic.

And Y/N, her smile growing wider, whispered to Viktor, “You know, this isn’t quite how I imagined it, but it’s perfect.”

Viktor leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the overwhelming feeling of love flooding over him. “It’s perfect because it’s ours.”

The day Viktor and Y/N had long awaited had finally arrived—their wedding day. Every detail had been meticulously planned to perfection, from the delicate flowers that adorned the church to the soft, soulful music that filled the air. The sun shone brightly outside, casting its golden rays through the stained glass windows, creating a warm, ethereal glow inside. It was supposed to be the most perfect day of their lives, the culmination of years of love, struggle, and unwavering devotion.

Y/N stood in the back room of the church, a vision in her white dress, the delicate lace and flowing fabric hugging her figure with an elegance that took Viktor’s breath away every time he saw her. Her heart pounded with excitement, joy, and a touch of nerves, swirling within her as she took in the moment. This was it—the moment she would marry Viktor, the man who had captured her heart in ways she hadn’t even known were possible.

Viktor stood at the altar, looking every bit the handsome groom. He was tall, his posture straight as always, though there was a quiet tension in his stance. He adjusted his tie nervously, his fingers brushing against the polished cane that helped him steady himself. There was a quiet strength in him, but today, as he awaited his bride, even Viktor seemed a little more vulnerable than usual. His gaze flicked to the door, eagerly waiting to see her, to finally hold her, and to promise to spend the rest of his life with her.

=

The soft murmur of the congregation drifted through the air as Y/N stood just outside the church doors, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the music begin to swell, the sweet notes of the strings filling the space with their soft, lilting sound. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Today was the day she would marry Viktor, the man she had loved for so long, the one who had captured her heart in ways she never thought possible.

Her dress felt like a dream, the delicate lace and silk flowing around her as she stood still in the vestibule, waiting for the moment when she would step out and into the life she had chosen. It was surreal, standing here on the precipice of forever, her life about to change in ways she could hardly comprehend.

And then, she heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

Y/N looked up just in time to see Jayce emerge from around the corner. His expression was unreadable for a moment, but as his eyes met hers, it softened, and she could see the familiar mix of pride, love, and a tinge of sadness in his gaze. He paused in front of her, his hand resting briefly on the doorframe as he took her in.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly, his voice betraying a slight tremor, though he did his best to mask it.

Y/N smiled gently, her eyes glistening. “I think so. But I can’t believe it’s actually happening. It feels like we’ve been planning this for forever.”

Jayce chuckled, but it was a bittersweet sound. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He stepped closer, the usual confident, protective older brother posture replaced by something more vulnerable. “You’re really going through with it, huh?” he teased lightly, though the jest was strained.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, the sound a mixture of joy and nervousness. “Yes, I am. I can’t believe it, either. I’m about to marry Viktor.”

Jayce blinked, clearly struggling with the weight of the moment. His eyes dropped for a moment, but when they met hers again, the intensity was unmistakable. “You know, Y/N…” His voice faltered slightly as he reached for her hand, his fingers trembling with emotion. “I’m really proud of you.”

Y/N squeezed his hand gently. “I know. And I’m proud of you, too, Jayce. You’ve always been there for me. No matter what.”

Jayce cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he fought to keep his composure. He looked at her with a mixture of pride and something else—something almost painful. “I just… I never thought this day would come, you know? I’ve always looked out for you, always protected you. But now…” His voice trailed off, and he swallowed thickly.

Y/N’s heart ached for him. She could see the rawness in his eyes, the way he struggled to let go of the little sister he had always protected. She reached up to gently touch his cheek, offering him a soft smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Jayce. You’ll always be my brother. You’ll always have my back, and I’ll always have yours. That won’t change.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jayce’s lips, but it was laced with bittersweet emotion. “I know. I guess I’m just not ready for you to go yet. But you’re right. You’re still my sister. And I’ll always be there for you.”

Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, her voice low and tender. “I’ll always need you, Jayce. Even if I’m married. You’re not losing me.”

Jayce’s hand gripped hers tightly, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. They simply stood there in the quiet space before the ceremony, the weight of the moment settling around them like a heavy fog.

But then, just as quickly, Jayce let out a small, shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “Alright,” he said, his tone returning to something more familiar, though there was still a tenderness in his words. “I’ve got to let you go, don’t I?”

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart full. “I’m still here. And always will be.”

Jayce took a deep breath, standing up straighter, the vulnerability slowly giving way to a more confident stance. He nodded, wiping his eyes quickly with the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Alright. Let’s do this then.”

As Y/N turned to walk toward the doors, Jayce stepped beside her, offering his arm with a look of quiet pride in his eyes. “Ready?” he asked, his voice stronger now.

Y/N took his arm, squeezing it gently, and nodded. “Ready.”

=

With one final deep breath, they both turned toward the doors. As they swung open, the light from the outside world flooded in, bathing them both in its warmth. The congregation fell silent as Y/N, arm in arm with Jayce, took her first step into the church. The soft rustle of her dress, the faint click of her heels on the polished floor, and the quiet murmur of the music surrounded them as they made their way down the aisle, all eyes on them.

Jayce kept his gaze straight ahead, but his grip on her arm was firm, a silent reassurance that he was right there beside her, as he always had been. Y/N’s heart raced with anticipation, each step feeling like a dance between the past and the future. She looked ahead at Viktor, standing at the altar, his face a mix of emotion—love, pride, and a hint of nervousness as he awaited her arrival.

Jayce gave her arm a gentle squeeze, his voice barely above a whisper. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N turned her head toward him with a soft smile. “Thank you, Jayce. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

He nodded, his expression softening before it returned to the task at hand. As they neared the altar, Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt a flutter in her chest. Viktor’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked on hers with a mixture of adoration and something deeper, more meaningful.

When they reached the altar, Jayce gently placed Y/N’s hand into Viktor’s, his fingers brushing against Viktor’s for the briefest of moments. He met Viktor’s gaze with a look that was both intense and sincere, the years of sibling protection and love woven into the unspoken words that passed between them. There was no need for further explanation—just a single, resolute nod.

Jayce’s voice, low but unwavering, was the final unspoken seal on the moment. “Take care of her,” he said, his words carrying the weight of years spent watching over his little sister. His eyes softened as he added, “She’s yours now, Viktor. I trust you with her.”

Viktor’s grip on Y/N’s hand tightened just slightly as he returned the gaze, his own voice filled with a promise that could not be broken. “I will, Jayce. I will love her, protect her, and be there for her always.”

Jayce gave a final nod, his eyes flickering between Viktor and Y/N, as if absorbing the enormity of what was happening. He stepped back with a soft sigh, his usual bravado replaced with a quiet solemnity that came with the knowledge that his little sister was stepping into a new chapter of her life.

As Jayce moved to the side, he gave Y/N one last look, a mixture of pride, sadness, and love in his eyes. She offered him a small, reassuring smile, a silent promise that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.

The ceremony continued, but for that brief moment, the only thing that mattered was the passing of the torch—Jayce’s silent recognition that Y/N was no longer just his sister, but Viktor’s partner, his responsibility to love and protect. Jayce’s role was shifting, but he would always be there, watching over them, a silent protector from the wings.

Viktor, now holding Y/N’s hand, looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. “I’m so honoured to be here with you,” he whispered, his voice just for her.

Y/N smiled softly, her heart overflowing with love. “And I’m so glad to be here with you,” she replied, squeezing his hand in return.

As the ceremony unfolded around them, their hearts beat in unison, knowing that this was the beginning of a new chapter, not just for Y/N and Viktor, but for all of them. The ties of family, love, and protection had woven their way into this moment, and Jayce’s role, though changing, would always be part of the fabric that bound them all together.

And when the vows were exchanged, when Viktor kissed Y/N, sealing their promises, Jayce, standing quietly at the back, allowed himself a small, content smile. He wasn’t losing his sister, he realised. He was gaining a brother in Viktor, and that thought brought him peace as he watched them begin their life together.

[bibibahngg]

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚pairing: kim seungmin x reader ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖summary: overwhelmed by unrequited love and loneliness, you find an unexpected comfort in kim seungmin, who shows you what love really feels like. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚warnings/genre: angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn(???), mentions of some sensitive topics (family struggles, loneliness, etc.), but it ends with happy ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖notes: this is my first requested fic :)) i hope this fits what you were looking for @yaniluvs!!! english isnt my first language so, there might be some grammar issues or something like that, but enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

falling for your best friend was probably the worst thing you'd ever done to yourself. it hurt, and in the slow, aching kind of way that crept into your chest late at night and refused to leave. after years of sharing secrets, laughing over inside jokes, and being the person they always turned to, your heart had decided to betray you.

and now? now, it was hell.

you didn't mean to get jealous when they talked about their crushes. you really didn't. but every time they lit up talking about someone else, that ugly, clawing feeling curled around your chest, squeezing it tight. you hated it. hated the way it made you feel like a bad friend. hated the way you kept waiting for them to notice the way you looked at them, even though you knew they wouldn't. hated the way you loved them, because no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it was just a phase, it wasn't.

worst of all, you hated how much it made you realize how starved you were for love.

you tried not to think about it too much, but it was always there, sitting in the back of your mind like an unwelcome guest. growing up, love had never been something you could count on. not from your family, at least. your mom had tried her best, sure, but she couldn't carry the weight of everything alone. and when your best friend came along, it felt like you'd finally found what you'd been missing. someone who chose you.

but now that you wanted more, it was unbearable.

you knew it wasn't fair to feel this way, and you hated how frustrated and tired it made you. but you couldn't just shut it off.

so, naturally, the universe decided it was the perfect time to partner you with kim seungmin for that science project. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

working with seungmin wasn't exactly awful. it wasn't like he was mean or anything. just… the kind of person who didn't waste time on unnecessary words or gestures. he wasn't rude, but he wasn't friendly either, which made things feel a little tense between the two of you.

you weren't sure what you'd done to deserve being partnered with the human embodiment of a blank excel spreadsheet, but here you were, staring at seungmin's perfectly organized notes while he quietly ignored you.

"so", you said finally, breaking the silence, "do you ever, like… have fun?"

seungmin's fingers paused over his laptop keyboard. he tilted his head slightly, like he was considering your question, before glancing up at you with a completely blank expression. "define fun."

you blinked. "uh… like hanging out with friends? doing something exciting? not spending your entire life on schoolwork?"

"i play sudoku", he said flatly, turning back to his laptop.

"oh, wow. wild of you", you deadpanned, leaning back in your chair.

his lips twitched, just barely. you couldn't tell if it was the start of a smile or if he was trying to hold in a laugh, but either way, it was the closest thing to emotion you'd seen from him all week.

"what about you?" he asked suddenly, his voice calm and measured. "what do you do for fun?"

the question caught you off guard. "uh…" you hesitated, realizing that you didn't really have an answer. what did you do for fun anymore?

seungmin’s gaze flicked toward you, and you felt strangely exposed under his scrutiny. like he could see right through you.

"you don't know, do you..?" he asked, his tone neutral but his words cutting straight to the point.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you shot back, feeling defensive.

he shrugged, turning back to his laptop. you rolled your eyes, annoyed but also unable to shake the feeling that he was right. despite his frustratingly blunt demeanor, seungmin wasn't as heartless as he seemed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

you started noticing it in the little things. the way he'd quietly push a bottle of water toward you during late night study sessions, even though he never said a word about it. or the way he'd adjust the desk lamp so it wasn't shining directly in your eyes.

he never called attention to it, always brushing it off if you tried to thank him. "it's not a big deal," he’d say, his voice calm and detached. but it was a big deal to you. especially when everything else in your life felt like it was falling apart.

it kinda felt like your best friend had started pulling away lately, caught up in their own life and their own relationships. you couldn't blame them, not really, but it still stung, in a way. especially with your feelings towards them. and things at home weren't any better. the tension between you and the rest of your family seemed to be growing thicker by the day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was seungmin who noticed first.

"you seem off", he said one afternoon, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

you looked up from your notes, startled. "what?" "you're distracted. you've been distracted all week." you opened your mouth to deny it, but the words got stuck in your throat. he was right. you had been distracted. exhausted. frustrated. and right now, it felt impossible to hide it anymore.

"it's nothing", you mumbled, looking away.

seungmin didn't say anything for a long moment, and you thought he was going to drop it. but then, quietly, he asked, "do you want to talk about it?", his voice was soft, almost hesitant, and it caught you completely off guard.

"why do you care?", you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

he didn't answer right away. when he finally spoke, his voice was calm but firm. "cause you look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and someone should care."

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the river of tears that you'd been holding back for so long finally broke.

it started small. just a shaky inhale and the prickle of tears stinging behind your eyes. you tried to hold it back, to swallow it all down like you always did, but this time, it refused to stay buried. the tears spilled over, uninvited, and you quickly turned your face away, swiping at your cheeks in a futile attempt to stop.

"hey," seungmin said softly. his voice was quiet, steady, not the least bit judgmental. "it's okay. don't… don't do that."

you sniffled, still refusing to meet his gaze. "don't do what?"

"don't try to hide it." his words were firm, but there was a gentleness to them that made your throat tighten even more. "just let it out."

you wanted to argue with him. wanted to say that you were fine, that he didn't need to worry about you, but the lump in your throat was too big to ignore. before you could stop yourself, the words started spilling out.

"i'm just so tired, seungmin." your voice cracked as you spoke, and the floodgates opened. "of everything. my stupid family, my stupid feelings, my stupid self."

you took a shaky breath, trying to gather yourself, but the words kept tumbling out, raw and unfiltered.

"i feel like… like i'm always the one giving. to everyone. my mom, my best friend, even random people who don't deserve it, and no one ever gives back. no one sees me like that, y'know? like i matter. and i keep telling myself that it's fine, that i shouldn't expect anything, but… but sometimes i do. i just want someone to look at me and care. really care. and it's selfish, and i hate feeling this way, but-"

"it's not selfish."

you stopped short, startled by the sudden firmness in his voice. when you finally looked up at him, your vision blurred by tears, he was leaning forward, his arms resting on the table, his gaze fixed intently on you.

"..you're allowed to want that," he continued, his tone calm but unwavering. "you're allowed to want to feel loved. to want someone to care about you the way you care about everyone else."

you opened your mouth to argue, to tell him he didn't understand, but he didn't give you the chance.

"and if no one else has told you this, then let me be the first. you deserve that," he said. his voice softened, and there was something tender in the way he said the words. "you deserve to be cared for. to be loved. you don't have to do everything on your own."

for a moment, all you could do was sit there, staring at him as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

his lips quirked, just slightly, in something that wasn't quite a smile. "maybe because i care", he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

something about the way he said it. so calm, so certain. it made the tightness in your chest loosen, just a little.

you didn't know how long you sat there, spilling your heart out to seungmin, but by the time you were done, the sun was already starting to dip below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, golden glow.

"feel better?", he asked, his voice quiet but sincere.

you nodded, still a little embarrassed but feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

"good.", he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "now eat something. you've been running on fumes all day."

"are you always this bossy?" you shot back, but there was no bite to your words.

he shrugged, his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smile. "only when i'm right."

and as much as you hated to admit it, he really was right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was a just some tuesday evening when everything finally came to ahead.

it had been a while since you started working with seungmin. at first, you thought he was just some quiet, overly serious guy who barely tolerated your presence. but over time, you realized that wasn't true at all. he was observant, reliable in ways you hadn't expected, and despite his occasional teasing, he always seemed to know when you needed someone to just be there.

somewhere along the way, your feelings for your best friend had started to fade. not all at once, but slowly. like an old wound finally healing without you noticing. you still cared about them, of course, but that painful ache, that longing for something more? it wasn't quite there anymore.

what was there, though, was the quiet warmth that crept in whenever you were around seungmin.

you were sitting on the floor of his dorm room, surrounded by textbooks and empty snack wrappers. he was scrolling through his laptop, frowning slightly at the screen, when you said it.

"i think i like you."

you hadn't planned on saying confessing. the words just slipped out, quiet but certain. and for a while, they just hung in the air between the two of you.

seungmin froze, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. slowly, he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable.

"what?" he asked finally, his voice quiet.

"i said i think i like you", you repeated, your heart pounding in your chest. "and i don't just mean as a friend. i mean… more than that."

for a long moment, he didn't say anything. you could feel your stomach twisting into knots, the silence unbearable, until finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"you're just realizing this now?" he asked, his tone dry but his ears bright red.

you blinked. "wait, what?"

he let out a quiet huff, almost like a laugh, and leaned back against the wall. "i've liked you for weeks. maybe longer."

your heart stumbled over itself, the weight of his words sinking in slowly, "why didn't you say anything?"

he shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "i didn't think you were ready."

you stared at him, completely floored. "you've been waiting for me to figure it out this whole time?"

"pretty much", he said simply.

"you're ridiculous", you muttered, but you couldn't help the way your lips curved into a smile.

"maybe", he admitted, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "but so are you."

he smiled back, his eyes soft and full of something you couldn't quite put into words.

and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could breathe.

it wasn't a big, dramatic confession. there were no grand gestures, no sweeping declarations of love. but as seungmin leaned forward, resting his hand lightly over yours, you realized that it didn't have to be.

sometimes, the quiet moments were the ones that meant the most.

and this moment was everything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ a/n: literally did this in like?? 3 days?? i think i was a little bit excited guys.. js the tiniest bit.. i fear my most used app this week is tumblr... never happened to me before because what..??????? butt i hope u guys enjoyed reading especially u yani!!!!11!1 ok ty bye bye!

[bananarama321]

IT IS OVER

I have been a Bridgerton fan since 2004, when I was starting university. Most of you understand how excited I was when my imagination was brought to my television. It was even better than what I imagined. I have loved the show and even more season 3 because Penelope was always that girl.

After the world tour, like several of you, I got entranced by Nic and Luke's chemistry. I started shipping them as a couple and had an immense amount of fun with several of you looking for clues and secret messages about them being together.

It was all fun and giggles ... until it wasn't It became a fight over who stayed on the ship or the restaurant. If you didn't believe a theory, you were part of the problem. If you gave a different opinion people would throw you away from group chats and block you if you didn't apologize.

Since the beginning, I was part of the ship because Nic herself said they thought it was "cute". Little by little I started feeling uncomfortable but my "friends" were clear that if you jumped ship you couldn't come back.

Well. I am done. I am jumping ship. This isn't fun anymore and it's becoming toxic and mean-spirited. At this point it is evident that Nic has a steady partner. We don't know much about Luke but I don't want to be the cause of their pain or a reason for them to resent the fandom. The more we insist on saying lukola is real, the less they will share with us because they are afraid we might hurt those that they love.

Let's be transparent for a second. Jake Dunn has never expressed anything related to his sexuality, newsflash: bisexual and pansexual people exist. Jake and Nicola are always together, often alone. She shares him, and he shares her, but you have to be naive to not see the difference online between them and the rest of their friends. Even if after all of this, you believe they are just friends, there is no way you can deny that he is clearly a loved one and that she would be upset about the amount of horrible adjectives people throw his way. Hurting Jake is hurting Nic. No matter how much you like to pretend it isn't.

We know very little about Luke, like I said, but let's stop insulting Antonia too. The girl is young and doesn't owe anything to our fandom.

Also STOP COMMENTING ON NICOLA'S BODY. I have no words for this part. I am baffled, sad, disappointed, and mad at so many of you for not defending her like you defend the ship. She is worth more than that, and I know deeply inside you, you know it to be true.

At the end of the day, Nic is having an amazing beginning to 2025. She is healthy, and happy and is now a SAG-nominated actress. She also has the Neutrogena campaign coming out, The Magic Faraway Tree and hopefully more. We have been blessed by getting a lot of content from her. Let's make her feel happy and relaxed about sharing personal and professional updates with us. We are supposed to be her safe space, not her nightmare.

Luke has been quiet but hopefully has something cooking too. We are waiting on news on when his next two projects are coming out and we should be ready to support him.

Last but not least, they are most likely to be at the SAG Awards in February. Let's not make this about Lukola. It is Nicola's night with her first big acting nomination. I implore you not to ruin it for her.

Sending love to you all. Please if the shipping is too much and you get emotionally affected by them not being together, seek help for your mental health. I don't say that to mock you, I say this as another human who sometimes struggles.

XOXO g.

[annymation]

Sonic Movie 4 Theory 💙

Hey guys! Since Sonic Movie 3 has been consuming my brain, specially that post credits scene, I’ve decided to write down my predictions to what will happen in the next movie.

I’ll probably be wrong, but that’s ok, theories are not meant to be 100% accurate, they’re just fun to make, and I’ve came up with some ideas that I really wanna share, feel free to share your own theories in the comments or add whatever you think might make my theory even better.

Alright, let’s begin

What can we learn from Amy’s first appearance?

So from the little time we get from her we can catch a few things:

1. She already has plenty of fighting experience against these Metal Sonics

2. Her hammer is futuristic looking

3. She has a hooded cape, like, she’s not meant to be seen by anyone else

4. This last one is important: Her smile implies she already knows Sonic

With all of that in mind, I believe this Amy is from the future, but as I’ll explain, she’s not from far away in the future, rather… She’s from the time Sonic Movie 4 ends.

That’ll make sense in a sec, probably, I hope so, we'll see.

To make this theory make sense, first, imma talk about where I got my inspiration for it… Soooo

Have you guys watched Howl’s Moving Castle?

The Howl’s Moving Castle paradox theory✨

That’s how I’m calling my theory by the way, since it was what inspired the whole idea of it.

So, to explain my theory, I’ll have to give yall a mild spoiler of this Studio Ghibli movie, in case you haven’t watched it, it’s surprisingly not a big deal in the narrative but in any case, you’ve been warned.

Still here? Good, so here's the spoiler

At the end of Howl’s Moving Castle, we get a scene Sophie goes back in time, she sees past Howl, and screams to him, asking him to come find her in the future, as she’s being sucked in back to present day

This scene gives new meaning to the scene at the start of the movie when Howl “first met” Sophie, and he said:

Soooo why am I bringing this up? Well, I believe Amy is having the same role Sophie had in that movie, and of course, Sonic is getting Howl’s role, but, while in Howl’s Moving Castle we followed Sophie’s point of view, in Sonic 4, it's like we're following Howl's POV, or in this case, Sonic's.

You might already have an idea where I’m going with this.

Where Is Present Amy?

As I've mentioned, I believe that Amy we saw at the post credits scene is from the future, well, that begs the question, where is the Amy from the NOW?

That's up to Sonic to find out.

Just like how Sophie was forcefully brought back to her time after meeting past Howl, I believe this Amy will disappear too, because she can’t stay in that point in time for too long, but before disappearing, she’ll ask Sonic to look for her in their home planet, which we'll be referring to as Mobius.

However, before she can tell him specifically where he can find her, her time will run out. Future Amy will be gone, leaving behind a very confused blue hedgehog, and one sack of rings.

Before she left, all she had time to tell Sonic was “find me on planet mobius, on the island-“ and then she was gone in a poof of green sparkles reminiscent of the green stars we see when time traveling in Sonic CD.

With that as their only clue, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles will have a very hard time finding her, considering that the whole planet is full of islands.

South Island, Christmas Island, Cocoa Island, Starfall Islands, West Side Island and MANY many more.

But despite the odds not being in their favor, they go anyway, with backpacks full of snacks for the trip of course, and the rings Future Amy left behind.

We’d get, let’s say, a 3 minutes montage accompanied with music of the boys going through various Game locations, from both old and new Sonic games, and probably some much needed lore exposition from Knuckles and Tails, with Sonic being amazed by the planet he never got to know more about.

That’d satisfy fans that want to see more game lore stuff while also not costing the animators that much to design all the anthropomorphic animal characters in the background and so on.

Of course, it’s not easy finding a pink hedgehog among millions of other animal people in a whole planet, but Sonic doesn’t care, he gotta know who she was, and how she can help them deal with those knock-off robot versions of him, they may strike again at any moment... Also she was really pretty but that surely is unrelated to why he wants to find her so much *cough cough*

So, to make matters worse, the wind blows away a sketch Sonic had made of Amy to help them identify her, it falls on a lake, but, much to the boys luck, it’s pulled out of the water by a fishing hook… And they encounter a certain big friendly purple cat.

Yeah, I know this is getting into fanfic territory, but hey, with the little info I have currently I kinda have to make stuff up, plus, the writers have shown interest in inserting Big the Cat in these movies for a WHILE now, but never got a good excuse to do it. This is my take on how they could implement him into the narrative in a natural way, that wouldn't just make the 3D modelers make a whole BIG character to be a blink and you'll miss it reference in the background.

Back to the plot, Big gives them the sketch back, but with it being all wet, they don’t have much hope left that they’ll ever find the girl they’re looking for. Big laments that their drawing got ruined, and as they’re leaving he casually adds “It was a really good drawing of Amy, I’m sure she’d like it”

Their ears perk up as they quickly turn to the cat, and Big confirms he does know her, they’re neighbors, and she was currently on an adventure of her own, apparently looking for some kind of “destined encounter” as she had put it. Big gives them the location where they can find her.

Which would be riiiiiiiight here

I believe this location is called Never Lake, but Idk if it's canon or just an Archie Comics thing, either way, I'm calling it Never Lake.

Anyway this segment is already getting pretty long so I’ll make this brief, Sonic finds Amy, on his own, Knuckles and Tails went to different sides of the island to look for her, it’s important their first meeting is just the two of them.

I have three ideas to how this first meeting could go:

When he finds her, she could either be on her own, distracted as she checks her tarot cards and Sonic awkwardly interrupts it, startling her, making the cards flow away in the wind, to which Sonic catches them quickly, which both impresses Amy and proves to her the cards were right, she got her destined encounter.

2. Alternatively, she could not be alone, she was being attacked by a group of hooligans *cough cough* Fang, Bean and Bark *cough cough* and Sonic proceeds to save her while being a lil a snarky trickster and making her laugh during the whole rescue.

Either one of these first encounter ideas works for me because both set up Amy being certain Sonic is the one her cards told her about, however, even though seeing more mobian characters and get a cute scene of Sonic fighting bad guys is cool, I do prefer option number one, for reasons that will become more clear in a sec.

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Ok the sec is over, the reason is because I think another Metal Sonic would show up and try to kidnap Amy and having her being rescued twice is redundant, his motivation? Some version of her from a different point in time just wrecked a whole army of them of course, so he's trying to get her before she can become that future self (time travel sure is messy to write but work with me here)

Sonic, now accompanied with Tails and Knuckles defeat him, preferably also with Amy's help so we can get some main 4 action we've been waiting for, and now, they got a deactivated Metal Sonic laying on the floor, ready for Tails to take to his workshop (aka the garage) and figure out where, or rather, when this thing came from, get some memory files, and most importantly, find out how it time travels.

Gathering all that data, Tails is able to unlock the secrets of time travel, and also he figures out that changing the past will not change the future this Metal Sonic comes from, how is that? Welp, let me explain

How Will Time Travel Work?

In science fiction there are 3 types of time travel theories:

The Fixed Timeline

The Dynamic Timeline

The Multiverse

For this theory, we are going with the idea Sonic 4 will follow the rules of the Multiverse Theory

Don't let that name fool you, I'm not saying we gonna get Sonics from other universes crossing over like game Sonic, boom Sonic, Sanic or whatever, no, here's how it works:

According to this theory, when a time traveler journeys to the past, or future, they do not travel within their own timeline but rather to a parallel timeline. This means that any actions taken in the past do not affect their original timeline, thereby avoiding paradoxes.

Think of it this way, let's say you have two choices, you can choose between going to the mall or staying home, in one timeline you chose to stay home, in the other you went to the mall, in this theory, those two timelines still exist as different universes, like a river dividing in two different directions, the choices we make create different branching timelines.

I think a fun way Tails could explain this to the group would be using the logic of video games, like, imagine he explaining while geeking out and we get visuals referencing classic Sonic games.

In a video game, there's two ways a level can go, you either pass, or you get a game over, now, what happens when you get a game over? As in, what happens in the game's story, well, the bad guy wins, but that doesn't really matter since you can just restart and try again, right? Right, at the end of the game we always end with the "timeline" where the hero didn't die at all, but, what about those alternative timelines we DID get a game over?

Tails explains that he believes these robot versions of Sonic come from an alternative timeline where Sonic DID get a "game over", thus creating a "Bad Future".

By saying "game over" Tails would't be implying Sonic died btw, he believes Sonic just got captured in this alternative future and needs some help heheh how naive what, who said that?

Anyway, now that we got the logistics of time travel, I guess it's about time we address the metallic hedgehog in the room.

What's The Deal With Metal Sonic(s)

So, from the little we've seen from Metal in that post credit scene, one thing is certain, he wanted Sonic dead.

That to me at least kinda confirms the movie will work with the Multiverse logic in mind, because otherwise, if Metal were to kill past Sonic then the events in the timeline would change drastically, that is, if we were going with a Dynamic timeline where past events affect the future. In the Multiverse theory, killing Sonic in that moment would simply create a new timeline where Sonic just went for a race with Tails and Knuckles, disappeared and never came back home, a new bad future.

And that, my friends, is what I think those Metal Sonic's were trying to do, going back in time to different moments where Sonic was alone, distracted and helpless, just to eliminate him over and over and over again, creating a bunch of branching timelines where Sonic get's his game over, by an enemy he doesn't even know.

Think of it as Metal taking the "There can only be one Sonic" thing to the next level, there can only be one timeline where a Sonic wins, and that Sonic is ME.

It makes sense right? At least I think it does, you tell me.

I'm working with what we've seen so far, all we got was Sonic distracted and all alone, then Metal showing up like the Exterminator, indicating he's from the future, put those two informations together and my brain says "Metal is going back in time to kill Sonic in all the moments in his life he was alone and distracted"....... My brain is kinda crazy tho ngl.

And with the little information we got I'm about to go even crazier as I explain what lead to Metal's creation.

I'm still pondering how Eggman would work in this theory, I'm torn between just saying he died and Shadow survived and crash landed because he's just THAT durable, or, both him and Shadow time traveled to the future through Chaos Control. Either way, sounds good, I'm undecided, but let's say Agent Stone started to work on Metal Sonic first, then a few years later Robotnik just popped up again in the narrative because Shadow just made a Chaos Control that took them to the future actually, so they're fiiiiiine, this is the part of the theory I'm least sure of.

Events That Lead To The Bad Future

In this segment I'll describe what I believe happens in the alternative timeline Metal Sonic comes from, all the following events would be narrated through exposition and flashbacks, not actually play out in the movie for too long, just thought it was important to make that clear.

After the events of Sonic 3, Stone spiraled down into deep resentment towards Team Sonic, believing it's Sonic's fault for the doctor slowly going insane and ultimately resulting in his supposed death.

So, he decides to finish what the doctor started, by creating a robot that could not only match, but also surpass Sonic.

We know from Sonic 2 that Stone has at the very least SOME knowledge of technology, he changed a whole coffee shop into a secret base. However, even though he is skilled, I don't think Stone could ever make Metal Sonic on his first try (Nor Eggman honestly)

So he started with prototypes, sending them to cause havoc so Sonic and friends would fight them, and he could collect more data about how Sonic fights

And each time, model after model, Sonic would always beat these "knockoff" Sonics, and each time, they'd come back improved, but never good enough to defeat them.

Perfect opportunity for us to get a flashback or exposition with these guys being these prototypes

Years go by, let's say, 5 years, with Sonic now being 20 years old, Knuckles is 21 and Tails is 13, and in between that time Eggman and Shadow also came back through Shadow's Chaos Control (Again, this is the part of the theory I'm most iffy about, could use some ideas from ya'll).

So far the future is bright for the boys, they went through many adventures together, are way more skilled and fought so many pesky robots it's practically a game for them at this point.

It's not a game for prototype Metal though, who has retained the memories of all his defeats, every single time Sonic has mocked him with a cheeky grin, every failure, reminding him he's not good enough.

From that, something sparks inside of Metal's programing...

Hatred.

He's tired of this vicious cycle, tired of following orders from both Eggman and Stone. However, he's still confined by his programming, an un-willing servant who wants to break free but simply can't.

Until one day, Metal get's a whole new look, as usual, he's sent to fight Sonic and friends, once again as he always does... But something different happens.

He manages to disobey.

When Eggman orders Metal to attack Sonic, Metal decides a diferent strategy, and attacks Tails instead, knowing that Sonic would throw himself in front of his little brother to protect him, and indeed that's what happens... Metal did't miss his shot.

For the first time in one of these battles Sonic got injured, not seriously injured but enough to impress Eggman, shock Stone and give Metal a huge boost in his confidence, and mainly his ego.

The villains get away, with Stone now worried with how Metal seems to be deviating from his programing and wanting to do things his own way, while Eggman is just over the moon knowing Metal's artificial intelligence has advanced so much, he decides to go a step further, giving Metal more freedom to do as he pleases without the need of commands, and also uses Sonic's quill to power him even more, announcing their little project is out of beta, and Metal Sonic is their final design.

Little did they know, Metal had other plans.

Neo Metal Takeover

Yeah you've read the title, you knew it was coming, I need this boy in the movies very badly.

Basically, Metal Sonic upgraded himself, gave himself a voice, an identity, seeing himself as Sonic perfected, a Sonic that wasn't held back by fear of losing his loved ones nor bound by any morals. He was Neo Metal Sonic.

Just like in Sonic heroes, Neo rebels against Eggman and Agent Stone, and goes to defeat Sonic his own way, in a permanent way that would finally put an end to the endless cycle.

They put up a good fight, but ultimately, Sonic in a trapped, Neo Metal wins, he has Sonic right where he wants him and Tails and Knuckles can only watch, he's ready to give the killing blow... But... Sonic doesn't look defeated.

He smiles... That same determined smile Metal has seen over and over again, and in fact, Sonic doesn't even look at Neo at all, he just turns to Tails, eyes full of hope as he says "It's up to you now, I'm counting on you"

He probably would say something to Knuckles too but in true middle child mocking older sibling fashion he'd just go "You better beat this piece of scrap metal or I'm SOOOO gonna come back as a ghost to haunt you"

So yeah anyway, alternative future Sonic dies, rip, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow (bet you forgot he was alive) all fail to defeat Neo because dude can just copy abilities and also he made a bunch of Metal Sonic clones.

He proceeds to take over the world under the disguise of Eggman (because just like in Heroes he can shapeshift) following exactly how the doctor envisioned the world, dominated by machines and pollution, sooooooo yeah, we get our Bad Future! Uhuuuuul!

You'd think after all that Neo would be satisfied, right? He'd just lay back and enjoy his world domination... But nope! He couldn't accept that in Sonic's final moments the hedgehog still had that gleam of hope in his eyes. Neo didn't win, not really, because he never got to break Sonic's spirit.

Neo decides to fix that.

Now, I don't know how they gonna deal with the means Time Travel is activated, it could be with the Time Stones like in Sonic CD, but I don't know where Neo could find those, or, it could be with the Chaos Emeralds like it is in Sonic 06. Either way, the point is that Neo figured out how to time travel, and he chose to use that power to be the ultimate hater.

So, we circle back to where we've started, when I said Metal Sonic is going back in time to different moments where Sonic was alone, just to kill him, over and over and over again.

Needles to say, Neo Metal Sonic got issues.

Of course it's not exactly HIM who is doing it, Neo is still in his empire in the bad future, while his clones are doing the job of killing a bunch of past Sonics, but still, they're all connected in the same network, like they're all the same character.

Sooo anyway, you might be wondering, where the heck is Amy?

So, Back To Amy

You may have noticed I didn't mention Amy at all during this whole explanation about how the bad future came to be, welp, that's because she's not from that timeline.

Now this is the part it's kinda confusing and I remind ya'll about the whole "Howl's Moving Castle" paradox I've mentioned in the beginning, logically it doesn't make much sense, but I'm looking at this in a POETIC way, like they were destined to meet and the stars aligned yadda yadda yadda that kind of stuff.

Logically, it doesn't make sense Howl met Sophie because her future self from a few days in the future told him to come find her in the future, since she only time traveled BECAUSE she met him in the first place, and yet, we don't question it, we just think it's cute.

The same way, in this theory, it doesn't make sense Sonic met Amy because her future self from a few days in the future told him to come find her in the present, since she only time traveled BECAUSE she met him in the first place, and yet, I'm asking you guys to not question it, we just think it's cute, and writing time travel sucks.

Anyway, so what do I think will be Amy's role in this story?

Well firstly, she falls for Sonic, that much I feel certain about, but her role won't be just fangirl and be all sticky, after being rescued from that Metal Sonic attack, she's HYPED to join Sonic and the others in this adventure, she wants to help them the best she can, even if her hammer is just a toy hammer (yeah she only get's the futuristic one later) and she's not as fast as Sonic, she still promises to not leave them until they defeat those robots, and thus, she fits right in with the team.

She's girly, enthusiastic, has a heart of gold, and most of all, she's optimistic.

Once Tails finishes building the time travel gizmo, which as I've mentioned before, could be on Sonic's shoes or a wrist watch, they're all set to go to this bad future, believing they can help their future selves deal with these robots.

However, Sonic can only time travel if he runs very fast for a long time, and he can't really do that carrying Amy, Tails & Knuckles on his arms, right?

So, Knuckles decides to stay behind, trusting on Amy to be the muscle of the team in his absence. Sonic carries Amy on his arms, while Tails holds tightly to his back. As Sonic runs, the speed builds and builds to the point sparkles start to glow around him, but, Sonic runs so fast, Tails can't hold on and... Tails let go and falls before they time traveled, being left behind in the present.

Sonic and Amy are on their own in the bad future, and Neo Metal Sonic couldn't be happier to get his second chance.

With that said... I'm gonna stop here.

Final Notes

I could go on detailing how I think the events would play out from here, but I'll just summarize with a few bullet points:

As soon as Sonic and Amy get to the bad future they're already chased down and captured, and Sonic loses the gizmo that allows him to time travel, thus they're trapped there for a good chunck of the movie.

Tom and Maddie are still in this story, in the first act they support the boys going to their homeworld to find Amy, giving them snacks for the trip and just asking them to be careful. They help out Tails when he's making his time travel gizmo, and in the second act, we see them in the bad future, along with other humans who are trying to hide from Neo Metal, like a kind of resistance group.

Throughout the narrative, Amy with her positivity would be the source of hope Sonic needs in order to overcome all the pain he'll endure seeing this horrible future. No matter how bad things get, Amy believes in him, and in turn Sonic believes in himself, even if his future self lost, that Sonic didn't have an Amy, so there's still a chance.

Sonic also helps Amy in her own character journey, she doesn't see herself as a heroine, and is deeply insecure about her future, hence why she's so interested in tarot cards, so she can be sure of what's gonna happen next, however, Sonic teaches her to see her own value, and how amazing she already is in the present. They both highlight the best parts of one another.

You may be wondering where Tails, Knuckles and Shadow are in this bad future. Well ya'll might hate me for this, but I do like a good cliche, and it sure is a cliche that in dystopian alternate future you see your loved ones turned into mind controlled robot versions of themselves... Yeah

What can I say? I love some angst. Also, it would be a neat callback to the roboticization thing from the Archie Comics.

Shadow wouldn't be roboticized, he'd be locked up by Neo. Sonic and Amy find him and free him, we get a heartwarming moment where Sonic is relieved he's alive, and they get at least one ally that can help them figure out how to fix all this mess.

6. Eggman and Stone could be locked up along with Shadow, and I can only imagine how pissed off Sonic would be seeing the doctor again, I need Shadow and Amy holding him while Eggman comedically runs away scared.

7. Climax of the movie would be Neo and Sonic having a race for the Master Emerald, and just to prove he doesn't need any upgrades to beat Sonic he reverts back to his original smaller form we all know as Metal Sonic. The race is actually a distraction so Amy, Shadow, Eggman and other human characters can free Tails and Knuckles from their roboticized state. Of course, Sonic wins, Neo get's mad and almost emotional about the fact he can't even beat a younger version of his "loathsome copy" in a race. Sonic tries to reach out to him and reassure him he doesn't have to be perfect (or some other kind of lesson like that), and extends a hand just like he has done to his two other rivals in the past... Neo Metals says "naaaaah f*** that" and grabs the Master Emerald, turning himself into Metal Overlord, and THEN we get our final climax.

Obviously Sonic wins, all the metal sonics were controlled by Neo so they deactivate when he's destroyed. But before Sonic goes back to his time, Tails, now conscious, points out that the shenanigans Neo Metal pulled with time travel has created a bunch of divergent timelines where Metal Sonics have killed Sonic in the past, which is pretty bad for the time stream as a whole.

Amy offers herself to time travel to the same points in time these Metal Sonics went, saying she can defeat them before they hurt Sonic in any timeline. It's too risky for Sonic to do that himself, since if he's seen or touched by any of his past selves it could be a bit troublesome.

Soooo yeah, that's what Amy was doing in the post credit scene, just doing a clean sweep of all the Metals who tried to hurt her darling Sonic. Using a hammer that future Tails designed that allows her to time jump directly to all those Metals, but she can't stay in those points in time for too long.

And with that, I think we're done.

Final Thoughts

Although I'm happy with this theory I do recognize the chances of it being right are VERY low.

The tone of these movies is quite different from all of this, the implications of Sonic dying, even if not shown of screen, might be a bit too much for Paramount to accept, and even SEGA honestly.

But hey, it happened in 06 so there's a small chance I suppose.

The point of this theory really is that I hope we get to SEE Amy develop into that Amy we saw in the post credits, and the idea of her going back in time to save Sonic over and over again just sounds very cute to me, for once she's the one saving him and not the other way around.

All in all, I hope you enjoyed this theory/almost fanfic. Please leave your opinion, constructive criticism and questions in the comments! Hope we can improve these ideas together!

Thank You For Reading!