#make him beg Sophie!!

[thekatebridgerton]

That is the fic I want to see. The tons bicycle not being able to preform.

I want Benedict to suffer from involuntary abstinence and I'm glad I'm not the only one. It would be divine justice if this guy, after spending 3 seasons literally F'ing around finally hits the 'find out' stage of life. And if Sophie is the one to deliver that divine justice then more power to the people.

I want this woman to be unreachable for his Dick. Harder to get alone than the queen, I want Sophie the-maid Beckett to have so much experience escaping the attentions of sleazy rich men she automatically positions herself in the middle of a crowded room whenever Benedict seeks her out to seduce her. Give me a Sophie that makes it so hard for him to sleep with her that Benedict is forced to develop a personality. He goes back to his painting, fencing, boxing, swimming, all that to channel his sexual frustration that Sophie refuses to satisfy.

I want his equipment to stop working in orgies, I want his previous paramours to ask what's wrong with him that he can't get it up and I want the camera to switch back to Sophie innocently helping out in the kitchen. Give me a Benedict that yearns obsessively for a lowly maid who has too much self respect to sleep with him. I want the pain to drive him insane, give me the sex dreams, the daytime hallucinations, the staring at Sophie mouth for too long only for Sophie to put him in his place and refuse to give him so much as a glimpse of her ankles.

I want this man to work so hard for Sophie to sleep with him that he doesn't realize he's inlove with her until he's on his knees begging her to show mercy on him and his poor abstinent D.

And I want Daphne, Anthony and Colin to have a silly chuckle Everytime they see him about to tear his hair of because of how sex deprived and frustrated Sophie makes him feel. Who am I kidding I want his siblings to make fun of his newfound impotence.

I want a whole season of Benedict being cockblocked and mad about it

And that's the tea

[synonymroll648]

You are the keefitz mutual who is my summer camp bestie

:O SUMMER CAMP BESTIES!! WE ARE KEEFITZ SUMMER CAMP BESTIES SO SO TRUE

[rachdalysworld]

Request: I was wondering if maybe you could write about a single mom situation where both Leah and the reader are adapting to moving into the same house with a 5-6 year old kid who is like doubtful but Leah reassures her.

Content Note: Fluff, adjustment to a blended household, gentle emotional reassurance, and lots of warm moments.

New beggings

The house was alive with the buzz of newness—boxes stacked against walls, a faint smell of fresh paint lingering in the air, and the occasional thud of a pan or plate being unpacked. Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, organizing utensils, but her attention kept flicking to the living room, where Leah was trying to coax Sophie into conversation.

Sophie, perched on the edge of the couch with her stuffed bunny in a death grip, had barely said two words all afternoon. It wasn’t unusual for her to be shy around new situations, but Y/N couldn’t help the knot of worry tightening in her chest.

Leah, crouched in front of Sophie, glanced back toward Y/N, as if sensing her unease. She smiled—a small, reassuring curve of her lips—before turning back to the little girl.

“Hey, Soph,” Leah said gently, sitting cross-legged on the floor to seem less intimidating. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Sophie fidgeted with Mr. Floppy’s ear, her eyes downcast. “Are you really gonna live here now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N froze, her hand hovering over a drawer of silverware.

Leah’s expression softened. “I am,” she said. “If that’s okay with you.”

Sophie’s gaze darted to Y/N for a moment, as if checking for confirmation. Y/N set the utensils down and walked over, kneeling beside Leah to get on Sophie’s level.

“It’s a big change, huh?” Y/N said, her voice warm and gentle. “It’s okay to feel unsure, baby. We’ve been just the two of us for a long time. But Leah wants to be here—with us. And I think she’s pretty special.”

Leah reached out, placing her hand lightly on Y/N’s back, a grounding gesture as much for Y/N as for Sophie. “Your mom’s right,” Leah said, her voice steady but full of emotion. “I’m here because I love her, and I love the life she’s built with you. I know it’s a lot to get used to, but I promise I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you both want me to.”

Sophie’s lips twitched, her small brow furrowed. “But what if you don’t like it here?” she asked. “Or what if I make you mad?”

Y/N pulled Sophie into her lap, stroking her hair softly. “Sweetheart, everyone gets mad sometimes. That’s part of being a family. But Leah’s not the kind of person to run away when things get hard. Right?” She glanced at Leah, her eyes searching for reassurance, too.

“Never,” Leah said firmly, her gaze locking with Y/N’s before returning to Sophie. “I chose this. I chose you both. And nothing’s going to scare me away—not messy rooms, not tough days, not even burnt toast.”

That earned a small giggle from Sophie, though she quickly smothered it, still clutching her bunny tightly. “Even if I make you really, really mad?” she asked again, her voice small but insistent.

Leah leaned in, her tone soft but steady. “Even then,” she said. “Families stick together, even when things aren’t perfect. And I’d really like to be part of yours—if you’ll let me.”

Sophie stared at her for a moment, her little face serious as she considered Leah’s words. Finally, she held out Mr. Floppy, her grip hesitant. “You can hold him,” she said shyly, “but only for a little bit. He doesn’t like new people much.”

Leah accepted the bunny with exaggerated care, cradling it like it was precious. “Thank you, Mr. Floppy,” she said solemnly, making Sophie giggle again—this time without trying to hide it.

Y/N watched the exchange, her heart swelling. She leaned her head briefly against Leah’s shoulder. “See?” she murmured to Sophie. “She’s pretty good, huh?”

Sophie nodded slowly, snuggling closer to Y/N. “She’s okay,” Sophie declared, as if reaching a verdict. “She can stay.”

Leah grinned, slipping her arm around Y/N’s waist and kissing her temple. “Thank you, Your Honor,” she teased.

Y/N laughed softly, resting her cheek against Leah’s shoulder as Sophie began to chatter about where Mr. Floppy should sleep in the new house.

In that moment, surrounded by unpacked boxes and an uncertain but growing bond, they felt the first glimmers of what their life together could be: messy, imperfect, but absolutely filled with love.

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed it, my first fic in a long, long, looooong time. Requests are accepted! i’ll do a masterlist too so you guys can find my works there too. Big love, the love of your life.❤️

[f0point5]

I think I have sent this same request some time ago but I still would like you to write something about Emilia and Max hanging out with Victoria’s children and maybe thinking about their own future kids. But really anything with Max and Emilia would be great!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one, but tumblr eats asks sometimes 🤷‍♀️ but it’s too cute so here you go! I am keeping these short but I hope you still enjoy it!

✨Set during summer break 2024✨

I’m having his baby (…) no, I’m not

You take a sip of your rosé as Victoria comes to stand beside you. You’re lurking in the doorway of the lounge, watching Max sitting on the couch with his baby niece in his arms. He’s bobbing her in a gentle motion, his hands looking huge around her tiny, swaddled body.

“God, I remember when we used to say our kids would get married,” Vic says beside you, and you laugh.

You did say that. As little kids you would wish to be sisters, and somehow the only way you could think to make that happen would be for your children to marry each other. Like in that Flintstones movie you used to love. You’d draw pictures of the two of you sitting on the porch of a large house, watching your children get married.

Now you wonder if your mums thought the same, during those summers in Italy, as they watched you all play. They swear now that they did, that the mother’s intuition told them you and Max were tied together by some invisible chord that chafed on both your wrists. “A mother always knows,” Sophie said to you when she saw you last, “you will know, too”.

“And now that would be illegal and dangerous for our grandkids,” you say, shaking your head. “Crazy,”

“I like it better this way,” Victoria says, putting her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug.

“Me, too,” you agree, your eyes fixed on Max and Hailey. He’s whispering to her in Dutch, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as she yawns in his face, which only makes him smile. He’s utterly mesmerised by her. And you’re mesmerised by him.

I swear I can actually feel my ovaries right now.

“He’s so good with kids,” Vic says. “Even with Jaye I remember he was so gentle,”

“Yeah,” you agree, only half hearing her as you take another sip.

“Gives you baby fever, huh?”

You choke on your wine. Was that Victoria or your subconscious talking?

Vic, are you in here? No, of course she’s not in here. She’s just being nosey. Act natural.

“Are you okay?” Max asks from the couch. You look over at him as you wipe your mouth, coughing once as you nod. Even as he looks at you in concern, he never stops the gentle bouncing motion of the baby in his arms.

You go to answer, but Vic beats you to it, blunt as ever. “I was just saying, you will be having one of your own soon, yeah?” She smiles, nodding at Hailey.

If Max is panicking as much as you, he doesn’t show it, just shrugging. “I mean, ye-“ You can feel your eyes widen, and he stops when he sees your face. He tries again. “May-“ he frowns at you, silently begging for help. “No?” You nod gently, and Max turns to Victoria. “No.”

She looks at you in mild disbelief. “No?”

“No,” you emphasise to both Verstappens.

You love them dearly but genetics are a crazy thing - they both share a chronic disregard for timing. They want it all, and they want it now, in any order, all order be damned.

“You’re not getting any younger,” Victoria says, nudging you.

“That is just rude,” you tell her, and she just smiles unapologetically.

“Oh, come on,” she implores, reaching up to wind her finger around a lock of your hair, “a little baby with Max’s eyes and your hair?”

“And both of our tempers,” you say with a chuckle. “Can you imagine that? Besides, we can barely make cereal, and you want us to raise a baby?”

You look at Max for support, but he’s no longer paying attention. He’s looking down at his niece like he’s holding water.

Maybe a baby can live on cereal, if her dad looks at her like that.

“I’m going to go put Hailey down for her nap,” Vic says, jerking you from your thoughts.

She goes over to take a sleepy Hailey from Max’s arms, and he looks loathe to let her go. She looks so much bigger when held by her mother, and her so much more fragile.

“When I get back, we can start on dinner. I’m going to make cereal,” Vic teases in a whisper, winking at you as she passes.

Max snorts with laughter, and you shoot Vic a glare as she starts to hum, shuffling her way out of the lounge towards the bedroom.

You join Max on the couch, falling onto it beside him with a heavy sigh.

“So glad I’m an only child,” you say, rolling your eyes. When Max doesn’t respond, you glance over at him to find him staring at his hands. You nudge him gently. “What?”

“You do,” he starts, leaning back as he turns to you. “Want kids, someday, don’t you?With me. I mean…you don’t think I’ll be, like…”

“No,” you answer quickly, when you understand what he’s getting at.

You silently curse yourself for that joke about tempers. For ever making him think that’s something you worry about. You know there’s a heaviness in Max, in both of you. You know that he is so much more than his father’s son. But you also know that the weight on his shoulders will keep him crooked until he can see that for himself. You hope knowing you see it will be enough for now.

“I want your baby, Max. Someday. There’s no one else I would ever do this with besides you and not just because I love you, but because I know you’ll be an amazing dad,” you tell him honestly, and even that small platitude seems to relax his shoulders. “But can we at least get to one year of baby making activities before we start painting a nursery?”

Max nods, letting out a husk of a laugh. “I’m shit at painting anyway,” he says, looking at you from under those eyelashes that you secretly envy.

Maybe she’ll inherit those, too.

“Free practice?” You offer with a smirk, holding your hand for his.

Max looks at your outstretched palm for a moment before taking your hand in his. “Free practice,” he agrees, using his grip on your hand to pull you forward so that your chest is pressed against his. “I’m looking forward to FP2 later,”

[kawoala]

howdy!!!! i’d like to place my order at meeyas diner.

mm, for a burger, could I get haikyuu + kuroo tetsuro? (surprise)

sides, hm… could I get something silly and sweet, like curling up on the couch, brushing teeth together, etc??? just domestic shenanigans.

for a drink, i’d like roommates to lovers, if it’s in stock. also, could I get that traditional? thanks! mwah mwah (also this event is sooo freaking cute btw)

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE; kuroo tetsuro. burger—haikyuu. drink—roommates to lovers.

contents word count ; 855. sickfic. howl’s moving castle mentioned. kuroo is a good friend. also yaku + kenma mentioned.

authors notes LOVE ME A GOOD SICKFIC!! idk if i made kuroo like. accurate but i tried my hardest!! i was going to include a confession at first, but it kind of just went the it went yk? had a mind of its own.

KUROO TETSURO is nothing if not a good person. you’ve only known him for about two years, lived with him for even less, and yet you know that he’s a good person.

he’s the kind of friend to show up at your job with a bento full of your favorite food, the practice excuse of i was nearby rolling off his tongue easily. yaku had been having a hard time adjusting to his new university team, and kuroo really wanted him to make some friends, so he made enough for yaku to share.

he’s also the kind of friend to show up to your apartment unannounced, groceries in hand, ready to make dinner. kenma had been doing his annual 24-hour stream and kuroo noticed he was strictly eating ramen. you’d been creeping on the comment as kuroo was cooking, and they were filled with feral teenage girls talking about how good his forearms looked with his sleeves rolled up.

and, thankfully, he’s the kind of friend to call off work the second he notices you’re sick—even if you beg him not to. today, his counter argument was, “i don’t even wanna go to work, though. plus, i think i’m getting a little warm. feel my forehead; do i have a fever? oh god, i can feel it settling in, y/n. death, knocking at my door.”

and then he flopped down on you, draping his arm over his eyes in a dramatic gesture. 

so, now, you’re here; curled up on the couch, shared blanket pulled up to your chin, howl’s moving castle playing on the TV. kuroo sits beside you, work clothes long gone, replaced by his favorite hoodie and a pair of sweats. early, you’d briefly wondered how he could look good even in clothes like that, but shook the thought away quickly.

you can not be thinking of your roommate like that.

an empty bowl that once had soup in it sits abandoned on the coffee table, along with two mugs of tea. you didn’t want him to stay home at first, but after getting special treatment, you’re glad he did. 

you haven’t been watching the movie for long. sophie is just now meeting howl again, a scene that didn’t make sense to you the first time you watched it, but did after watching it again. you glance over at kuroo again—you’ve tried to stop, but can’t—and notice his brows are furrowed.

you nudge him with your foot until he looks over, face relaxing into a small smile. you tilt your head. “why do you look so confused?” you ask, voice raspy and thick with sickness.

he glances at the TV, then back at you. “why did howl do that? like, pretend to be sophie’s boyfriend or husband, or whatever?” he gestures vaguely with his hand. “couldn’t he have just been, like, ‘hey, stop messing with that girl,’ or something?”

“what? no, of course not. that scene practically makes the whole movie. haven’t you ever watched this before?” it’s your turn to furrow your brows.

he simply shakes his head and your jaw drops. you sit up properly now, blanket falling off the too half of your torso. “what? what are you talking about?” he awkwardly looks to the side. “you’ve never watched this? howl’s moving castle—never watched it?”

again, he shakes his head. “never,” he confirms. “i’ve heard of it, because of you, but i’ve never had the chance to watch it.” he pauses, then smirks and shrugs. “too much big boy work to do, i guess.”

you narrow your eyes for a moment, then playfully roll them. you settle back into your spot again, adjusting the blanket once more, and sigh. “that was sexist. also, i watched it when i was a kid.”

“hey, that was not sexist, c’mon.” you can tell he’s trying to get your attention again—he always sounds the same when trying to get someones attention. “hello-o-o,” he sings out, leaning closer to you.

you still don’t answer him, opting to stare at the screen of the TV. you’re not really paying attention to it, but you hope you at least look like you are.

the couch dips right beside you and kuroo is suddenly hovering over you, staring at the side of your face. “i want being sexist,” he says. “i love women.”

“oh, please.” you almost snort. “you haven’t been on a date for, like, four months.”

all you get is a hum in response. he plops back down with a sigh and you keep your eyes on the TV. after a beat of silence, you look over at him.

“hey.” again, you nudge him with your foot. “thanks for staying home today. and making food for me. i really appreciate you.”

for a solid second, the look in his eyes is unreadable. usually, you can tell what he’s thinking like he’s speaking into your mind himself—it’s been that way since you first moved in together. something just clicked between you two. but now, you can’t tell.

“yeah, whatever.” he laughs and shoves your legs away playfully, not bothering to fight the smile on his face.

[xiao-come-home]

Thinking about.. sleepy alhaitham in the morning,,

A/N: idk man I think I like writing about sleepy men is this healthy?? Let’s find out in another episode. Also I listened to “can’t find this feeling” by Sophie ellis-bextor so idk maybe you’d like to feel that vibe too go ahead 🧎‍♀️

Alhaitham’s peaceful sleep is interrupted by your movement - the sun rays kiss his face oh so gently, making him groan under his nose quietly. When he finally opens his eyes, his emerald pupils travel and look for their destination - you.

He still hasn’t woken up fully yet; his eyes, although looking at you, remain half-lidded, almost giving in to the sweet temptation of falling into deep sleep yet again. You can’t help but cradle his face and press a delicate kiss on both his cheeks - there’s something irresistible about him when he merely lays down with bed head, the sun adorns his face with just the perfect angle, how his eyelashes flutter when he tries to get a better look at you, letting you do anything you want.

This time, you feel movement - one time you were ready to leave the bed, sitting up - and now you’re trapped in Alhaitham’s embrace.

He shifts closer to you and wraps his arms around you, his head nestled against your stomach, begging you silently to reciprocate the affection. He nuzzles his face into you, whining in content when he feels you playing with his messy hair. Alhaitham whispers softly something about it being too early to wake up, but his morning voice seems to catch your attention more than what he has to say.

He turns his head to the side a bit, so that now you’re caressing his cheek; you can’t see it, but his eyes are still heavy with sleep. He blinks slowly, absorbing the moment before it vanishes just as quickly. Hidden below snowy white duvet, he wishes he could stay like that forever.

Alhaitham closes his eyes yet again and goes back to snuggling against your tummy. He places a few kisses on it, murmuring to stay in bed just a while longer.

Perhaps it’s not a bad idea.

[charlesslut16]

-christmas market-

summary : you and your husband sebastian are visiting the christmas market with your two kids

PAIRINGS : husband!sebastian vettel x wife!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you like it.... Love you guys more than anything

masterlist ; DECEMBER MASTERLIST 24’ 

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The crisp December air nipped at your nose as you stepped into the bustling Christmas market, Sebastian’s hand warm in yours. Twinkling fairy lights crisscrossed the square, casting a golden glow on the cobblestone paths dusted lightly with snow. 

Stalls lined the edges, their wooden frames adorned with evergreen garlands and red ribbons. The smell of roasting chestnuts mingled with the sweet scent of mulled wine, making everything feel like a postcard brought to life.

“Papa, look!” Leo’s voice cut through the loud chatter and songs. Your son’s blond hair poked out from under his knit hat as he pointed excitedly to a stall selling candied apples. “Can we get some?”

Sebastian laughed, his voice warm and happy. “We just got here, Leo. Let’s explore a little first, hmm?”

Leo made a face but quickly shrugged it off, distracted by another nearby stall. His little sister, Sophie, clung to his hand, her small feet skipping to keep up. She was quieter than her brother, her wide eyes darting between the lights and the crowds, taking everything in with the awe only a child could manage.

Sebastian squeezed your hand, pulling you a little closer. “Think they’ll ever run out of energy?”

You smiled, leaning into him. “Not a chance. Especially not here.”

The four of you strolled through the market, stopping here and there to admire handmade ornaments or tiny figures carved into snowmen and angels. At a stall selling steaming mugs of hot chocolate, Sophie tugged on your coat.

“Mama,” she said softly, her rosy cheeks glowing in the light of the nearby lantern. “Can I have one?”

“Hot chocolate already?” Sebastian teased, crouching to meet her at eye level. “We haven’t even found the crêpes yet.”

Sophie pouted, her big eyes melting him instantly. “Please?”

He laughed, standing back up and turning to you with a knowing smile. “She’s good. She’s wonderful.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “She gets it from you.”

Two cups of hot chocolate later, one for Sophie and one for Leo, whose enthusiasm for whipped cream resulted in a drop on his nose—you found yourselves at a crêpe stand. 

The line was long, but the smell was irresistible: butter sizzling on hot pans, mingling with the sweetness of melted chocolate and caramel, It was as if it called for you all.

Sebastian ordered two crêpes, one filled with Nutella for Leo and one with strawberries and whipped cream for Sophie. The kids sat on a bench nearby, happily devouring their treats, while you and Sebastian shared a quiet moment to yourselves. You watched them, their cheeks flushed from the cold, their laughter light and carefree.

“This is what it’s all about,” Sebastian said softly, his arm brushing against yours. “Forget the gifts, the stress, all of it. Just… this.”

You looked at him, your heart swelling at the contentment in his eyes. “Yeah,” you said, your voice matching his quiet tone. “Just this.”

A little while later, Leo spotted the ice rink at the far end of the market. The strings of lights above it twinkled like stars, reflecting off the smooth surface of the ice. Families and couples glided across it, their laughter mingling with the faint strains of carols from a nearby choir.

“Can we go, Papa? Please?” Leo begged, his excitement spilling over.

Sebastian glanced at you, his eyes dancing. “What do you think?”

You smiled. “I think we’ll be here for hours if we say yes.”

Sebastian turned back to Leo and Sophie. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

The kids squealed with delight, their hands already reaching for yours and Sebastian’s as you led them toward the rental booth. Once their skates were on—Leo’s slightly too loose until Sebastian retied them with his practiced hands—they shuffled toward the rink.

“Careful, Sophie,” you called as your daughter wobbled on the edge. Her skates clinked against the ice, her tiny legs moving tentatively.

“I’m okay!” she called back, though her grip on the wall suggested otherwise.

Leo, on the other hand, dove straight in, his confidence outweighing his actual ability. His arms flailed as he tried to stay upright, but he was laughing the entire time. “Papa, look!” he shouted, waving before nearly toppling over.

Sebastian chuckled, leaning on the railing beside you. “He’s fearless, isn’t he?”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” you teased, nudging him.

He smiled, his gaze soft as he watched Sophie let go of the wall and take a few tentative glides on her own. “And she’s so careful. She thinks everything through.”

“She’s like me,” you said, pride lacing your voice.

“And Leo’s definitely me,” he added, laughing when your son attempted a spin and ended up flat on his backside.

For a while, the two of you just stood there, watching the kids. The lights above cast a warm glow over the ice, and the laughter of skaters filled the air. Sophie grew braver with each lap, her smile widening every time she managed a smooth glide. Leo, despite his tumbles, was unstoppable, determined to master skating in one night.

“They’re incredible,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian nodded, his arm slipping around your shoulders. “They are. And they’re ours.”

The weight of his words settled warmly in your chest. In the hustle of everyday life, it was easy to forget how fleeting these moments were—how quickly the kids were growing up, how these simple, magical nights wouldn’t last forever. You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, grateful for this little pocket of peace.

Eventually, the kids tired themselves out, their energy finally giving way to the exhaustion of the day. You helped Sophie unlace her skates while Sebastian tended to Leo, who was regaling him with a dramatic retelling of his “epic” near collision with another skater.

“You should’ve seen it, Papa,” Leo said, his hands gesturing wildly. “I was going so fast!”

“Fast, huh?” Sebastian replied, clearly amused. “Maybe a little too fast?”

“Nah,” Leo said, grinning. “I had it under control.”

Sophie, on the other hand, was content to lean into your side, her eyes drooping as you wrapped her scarf a little tighter. “Mama,” she murmured, her voice sleepy. “Did you see me? I didn’t fall.”

“I saw, sweetheart,” you said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You were amazing.”

Sebastian joined you, his hand finding the small of your back as the four of you walked back through the market. The kids, now thoroughly worn out, held onto your hands, their earlier energy replaced with a calm, happy contentment.

The market was quieter now, though the lights still twinkled, and the faint hum of carols lingered in the air. As you passed the towering Christmas tree in the center of the square, Sebastian pulled you close, his voice low.

“Best night yet?” he asked, his green eyes searching yours.

You smiled, your heart full. “Best night yet.”

And as you walked on, your family bundled together under the glow of the lights, you knew that these were the moments that would stay with you forever.

You loved your little family more than anything.

[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!

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Your thighs were flush against his, knees digging into the mattress, aching already from your constant hovering— not yet breaching the distance between you two because of how nervous you were. 

Gator’s cock was heavy against his stomach, twitching every so often, impossibly hard and ready, already leaking pearlescent little droplets of pre-cum that had you mindlessly salivating when you caught sight of it.

And it wasn’t that you weren’t turned on, you absolutely were— your slick arousal slipped down your thighs as proof, soaking his skin and your poor clit was throbbing, just begging for attention, like the mere touch of the rough pad of his thumb.

He was just so big.

“What is it, hon?” he hummed, a big hand reached out for you, smoothing against the supple skin of your ass as a sort of comfort. “Can see ya thinkin’ too hard.”

You bit the skin of your lip, casting your gaze downward, trying hard to keep the sight of Gator’s too big cock out of your vision.

“You’re just—” you hiccuped, hands slipping from his shoulders and making their way to your sides before he grabbed your wrists, keeping you there, wanting you to stay flush with him, to feel your skin on his and to quench his thirst for your touch. “Just so big.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, cocking a brow at you, trying hard and miserably failing to keep his smirk at bay.

“S’not funny, Gator— you might split me in half!” You pouted, smacking at his pec, huffing at the now constant pull at the corner of his lips.

“Baby, I’ve fucked you before, remember?” He mocked, hand still smoothing over your skin, your back this time.

“That’s different,” you whined, pout still prominent and you nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his cheap cologne before sighing out. “M’scared I won’t be able to take you this way, daddy.”

Gator tried to ignore the jump of his cock from your little nickname for him, carding his fingers through your hair and shushing your silly thoughts of getting split in two.

“Of course you’ll be able to take me, honey,” he cooed, “you’re my best girl, remember? Ya always take me so well, even when I rough ya up a little.”

Your hips shifted at his words, cheeks searing in a flush, and the tip of his cock bumped at your clit from your movements, a soft whine escaping the confines of your throat at the act.

His voice was low, heavy on the shell of your ear.

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Thoughts on what couples costume you think each of the boys would be into?

Oohhh as a cosplayer this is SO fun omg I know this is probably for Halloween but I’m gonna use it to talk about what couple cosplay I think you would wear with the boys if they went with you to a cosplay convention~

Channie- I think if he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend who was down to cross play he would literally be FLABBERGASTED if they cosplayed Cloud Strife (mans has a huge crush on that dude we know from Chan’s room lol) and I think you could maybe convince him to cosplay Vincent Valentine with you in that case~ or maybe get him to cosplay Wriothesley while you cosplay Xilonen (it’s not really a ship but he also is down bad for Xilonen and this is more him convincing you to dress up as his fictional crushes)

Minho- I think he may put up a little bit of a fight buuuttt I think if you bought the costumes already and put on a lil show for him dressed up as Princess Serenity he would cave so fast and put on the Prince Endymion cosplay for you. He’d pretend to hate it but then when someone would stop the two of you for a photo he would pull the most romantic pose and look into your eyes with so much love you just knew he was eating it all up~

Changbin- Superman and Wonder Woman for sure. You tried to argue that you should be Lois Lane if it was really gonna be a couples cosplay but he insisted you were too strong to not also be a super hero

Hyunjin- with his shaved head and his love for haikyuu?? Tanaka and Kiyoko! and it fits cause he is as down bad for you as Tanaka is for Kiyoko~

Jisung- safe bet is Howl and Sophie from howls moving castle but I also think you could convince him to wear his nana fit from his hold my hand stage and you as hachi~

Felix- we all know he’s cosplayed before and gone to conventions but that was when he was younger but now?? He has the means to go all out and he does. I remember someone asking in a fancall who he’d cosplay today if he could cosplay again and he said Arlecchino who is his genshin main (at least at the time- this man changes his main in genshin waaayyy too often) and I could see him begging you to cosplay Columbina since you are his angel and it’s a popular ship in the fandom~

Seungmin- I think he would actually be so excited if you asked him to cosplay with you?? He would even offer to help you make the costumes~ I think he would love to cosplay Inuyasha and Kagome- (just pls see the vision he would be so cute as Inuyasha~)

Jeongin- I feel like he would either be like Minho and lowkey hate it or like Seungmin and be all for it. Either way I think you would end up cosplaying Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps

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username nahh this mf keeps winning on and off track annoying asf🙄👎🏼 ( I love them so much)

username oh to celebrate Diwali with my white boyfriend😭🙏🏼

username jokes aside, I want to know what max looks like up close with that kurta on

yourusername rishta material fr🤤 (marriageable)

danielricciardo It's the way we all were at the celebration and you managed to post just Y/N.

maxverstappen1 I do not hide my favouritism

username my desi girllll

username Y/N is living all my f1 driver x desi reader fantasies and I love it for her

redbullracing Hopefully we're invited to the Diwali party next year😁

landonorris nahhh no way after the ladoo incident

alexalbon Y/N is going to pull out her hair😭

yourusername uhm I'm actually conflicted tbh.

username WHAT IS THE LADOO INCIDENT?

Diwali, also known as Deepavali, is a Hindu festival celebrated with great enthusiasm across India and various other parts of the world. It symbolizes the victory of light over darkness and good over evil. Diwali typically involves lighting oil lamps or diyas, decorating homes, exchanging gifts, and enjoying festive meals with family and friends. The festival holds cultural, religious, and social significance, promoting the spirit of joy, unity, and hope.

A ladoo (also spelt laddu) is a popular and traditional Indian sweet. It is a round-shaped sweet ball made from various ingredients, including flour, sugar, and ghee (clarified butter). Ladoos are often prepared during festivals, celebrations, and religious occasions in India. They are considered a symbol of good luck and are distributed as a gesture of joy.

Needless to say, it's my favourite time of the year😁

[practicecourts]

Lily Evans learned to crochet from her Gran, and she forgot how to make anything other than an endless crochet rope, but she didn’t care and in second year she would hold it from the astronomy Tower. Down below her friend Sophie would tug on the end and she’d know it was long enough. James saw them and asked Lily to teach him, she thought he was making fun of her. When he visited Remus that year he begged Mrs.Lupin until she taught him how to do it. Despite Sirius calling his wooing attempts woefully inadequate, he made a very long, very bright thread, because James thought the colours would make Lily smile.

One sunny day he took his broom to fly above the grass where their classmates were chilling. He dangled the cord so it touched landed on her nose as she was lying on her back in the sun. her friends made a grab for it and pulled until he had to let go. Lily pretended not to be impressed at all, but she never threw the cord away.

years later she wrapped it around the first Christmas tree they bought together and they made it sparkle, and later still she asked her gran to make a baby blanket out of it.

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Mature themes, use of drugs, shotgunning, intercourse, and mention of smoking and drinking.

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You went to your usual meting site, an abandoned house near the train tracks. Simon was waiting there, he texted you after you finished your school.

You were exited to meet him there, maybe he could share his cigarettes with you again or better some sweet alcohol.

As you arrived there you entered the house, seeing two figures not one, it was Simon and someone you didn't knew but looked familiar. The brunette looked awful to Sophie. His outfit was an black one with white lines and the text EA 45. The man looked at you then turned to Simon.

-I'll leave, call me anytime when you want you know.

-Alright old man. Simon said, playfully tapping the man shoulder.

After he left you asked who that was.

-Oh, Him? His name is David, he sells drugs, I wanted today you to try it out.

-Drugs? You asked with a little fear. Simon you know that it's almost night time, if my parents sees my high they -

-You can stay at my house today, I'm alone for a few days - he cut you off.

He grabbed you hand and guide you to the stairs where you two would've use them as chair. He lighted up the joint and smoked, inhaled it and then exhale it with an smirk. He gave it to you which you looked at him with fear.

-Hey, [Name ] if you don't wanna do it-

-It's not that Simon! I never did this before, I'm a little afraid...

Simon looked at you with sympathy, you, an person with good monthly income, good grades and respectful reputation. Someone like you shouldn't hang out with someone like him, yet you did it. He knew he will fuck you up, destroy you. Your parents always warned you about him. He always told himself to stop hanging with you. To stop before it's too late. He already fucked up by teaching you how to skip classes, steal, smoke and drink. Stop it before it's too late. He thought about it night and day. Yet your eyes begged him to not leave you, to teach you and maybe more fucked things.

An idea crossed his mind and shared it to you.

- You want to try - shotgunning? What's even that? Simon do you plan to kill me? You asked him sarcastically, but it was true that you didn't know what was shotgunning.

Simon blushed at the idea of explaining it, yet he got the courage to do.

-It's basically blowing smoke via the mouth into another person.

-You want us to that?

-I mean only if you're comfortable...

You thought about it, it's basically kising right? But maybe Simon was just nice to help you... There was always an small tension between you two but maybe it was all in your head. You nod and Simon smiled to you. He put his joint again to his chapped lips and dragged an much longer drag than usual. Damn you Simon, you want to put me in the fucking hospital don't you?

While you were thinking you gasped when Simon hand grabbed your chin, then he lowered himself to your soft lips. His cold touch making you shiver, his rough lips to your soft ones maked you go feral, hardly controlling yourself from actually kissing Simon for real.

The hot smoke blowed into your mouth and eventually into your lungs maked you immediately light headed, the burning sensation in your throat maked you tearing up tears. But overall it was an nice felling.

Simon looked down at you, smirking he then drag again from the joint, not giving you an change to adjust to the felling. His lips joining you again. His hand who rested to your chin, his thumb started caressing your cheek.

He pulled away admiring your flurstrated form. You looked like thinking, staring and making holes with your eyes into the floor beneath. Suddenly he felt an hand grabbing the back of his neck, soft lips chasing his rough one's.

You pulled away in fear when you realised what you did. He looked shocked. He didn't even kiss back. He only flinched back when you kissed him. That's it. He's gonna tell everyone that you sexual harrased him, your parents will hear about it and the worse - will kick you out.

-Simon, I'm so fucking sorry - you thought of an excuse, was this because of you being high?

-[Name]...

You feared the worst.

-I was only surprised...

Then two hands grabbed your face, lips crashing into each other, tongue already exploring each other mouth's.

You didn't knew when your bottom clothes disappeared, but the only thing you knew was your face being pushed into the wall in front of you, the brutal truths making your legs shake, your tears leaving an uncomfortable felling on the face, salty taste from the tears in your mouth.

-S-Simon please! Slow down! - you begged, over stimulation making you cry and cry.

Simon looked down where your bodies would meet , your ass cheeks being red from his hands abusing them, his palm print being so pretty there. He wanted more skin to feel so he brought you up, his chest to your back and your head resting back to his shoulder. He bought one of your leg up, the position making him enter more deeply. He stayed inside you an little, not wanting things to end too soon. His left hand grabbing your face to kiss you, which you thought it would be an affectionate gesture, which wasn't when Simon suddenly started fucking you again, more brutal than before, making you cry into his mouth, more tears wetting his face too.

He finally came inside with an grunt, your legs giving up, which he allowed both of you sliding down into your knees to take breaths. He was soo tired too that he didn't bother to pull out. Only breathing could be hear, Simon clothed body hugging you from behind, defending you from the cold night air. You wanted to say something when an train passed by, muffling any noise so you waited.

-Simon if this was only an one night stand please leave and never see me again if it wasn't stay with me.

Simon was shocked by what you've said but happy at the same time.

-[Name]... - he groaned like he was tired to talk too. What you want us to be?

-Simon, let's be lovers.

When Simon heard that he knew the he fucked up, fucked you up too. He knew that your relationship would be forbidden. He knew that someone will leave broken. He knew all. Yet he decided to risk it all and have you.

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Repost from my ao3 acc

[anthonykathanibridgerton]

Simone Ashley being cut from S4 really doesn’t sit well with me. It legit makes me so sad as a fellow brown girl. It’s like we never matter as much even when we prove ourselves to be the best or the most popular. She seems to be begging to return, she legit said she would come back at any point. 😢 Especially since Anthony is coming back it’s like they used her to be celebrated for diversity but her story isn’t actually important enough to keep around. Or now that they have another Asian lead they don’t need her anymore. Like there isn’t room for them both to exist and thrive together?! Sophie and Kate together would have been incredible!!

It wouldn’t be so obvious if Anthony wasn’t returning but the fact that he is and they didn’t think her character was important enough to also return makes me sick. Especially since Anthony being without Kate makes no sense story wise. Like they will have to make some huge excuse for him being anywhere without her because in his own words and actions he cannot breathe without her. I’m so devastated and sad but unfortunately not surprised.

[loveemii]

𝔓𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔶 - 𝔑𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦 𝔎𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬

“Baby, I’m home.” Nanami announced as he placed his briefcase by the penthouse front door. Y/n quickly came out of their shared bedroom in a sexy lingerie set. It was black unlike her cute sets with flowers and lace on them.

Y/n wore black leather thigh high boots with a leather thong and a very thin leather top that only covered her nipples. Nanami cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, “What’s this new look? You wanna try something new, don’t you?” He asked and rolled his blue sleeves up.

“Mhmm…” Y/n nodded and slowly walked closer, her tone sultry. “I have a new toy I wanna try out.” She added, and Nanami’s eyes widen slightly but he grows even more confident stepping closer and lifting her chin up to look at him thinking the toy was to be used on her.

“Oh really? What kind of toy hm?” He grabbed her cheeks and leaned in to her ear his hot breath giving Y/n goosebumps. “You’ll see soon enough.” Y/n said and grabbed his hand from her face and led him into their bedroom.

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“Hold still for me, ok?” Y/n said as she placed the medal bit into his mouth and wrapped the leather buckle behind his blonde hair. Nanami was blushing insanely as she did so, his ankles were tied to a chair too, not to mention his wrists also tied at the rests of the chair.

“What is this thing again?” Nanami asked with the bit in his mouth, “People use these for horses normally but I bought one made especially for a human. I thought you’d look really good with it.” Y/n said as she slowly removed her thong. “And you do.” she added before she began to slowly stroke Nanami’s hardened cock, his pink bubblegum tip leaking with precum as she spread it over his length.

Nanami groaned in pleasure as he threw his head back and moaned slightly the silver bit in his mouth showing. Y/n then climbed on his lap and teased her wet pussy with his tip, rubbing her clit with it and slapping it against her flesh.

“You’re enjoying seeing me like this aren’t you?” Nanami asked as he groaned. “Mhmm, I am enjoying this.” Y/n bit her lip as she lowered her pussy onto his cock and she slipped it inside making them both moan. “F-Fuck..you’re so hard I can feel you throbbing inside me.” Y/n began to bounce on his cock.

Nanami groaned and bit the bit, he tried to move his hands to grab her tits but forgot his wrists were tied to the chair so he strangled and Y/n stopped bouncing. “Move again and I’ll stop.” she whispered in his ear and he seemed embarrassed but exited.

“Fuck me, Y/n please…” Nanami begged with his bit, Y/n placed her hand over his cheek and pet him almost before bouncing in his cock again.

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After an hour and a few minutes Nanami’s cock and balls were drenched in their cum, his face still flushed and fucked out. Y/n’s mouth dripping with saliva and his cum.

“So sticky..” Y/n stroked his sensitive cock and it twitched making his body jolt but the restraints over his ankles and wrists held him down. “Damnit…” Nanami bucked his hips slightly as he came again in her hand coating it with his white sticky cum. She licked some off her hand and teased his tongue with hers and the taste of him.

hello! ^-^

this was my first time writing for nanami so i hope it’s good lol and this was based off the song | Ponyboy- SOPHIE |

please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you.

[justwinginglife]

After All This Time

Have yall seen the gorgeous man that is Howl Jenkins Pendragon? I had to make it NSFW, I just had to.

Howl leads Sophie out to the balcony for yet another romantic kiss, awash in moonlight.

You think you might barf. That, or claw out your own heart. You can’t tell what’s more distracting, the acid threatening to rumble up your throat or the aching in your chest threatening to consume you whole. You almost feel guilty for just how heartbroken you feel whenever you see them together.

They’re a cute couple. Much cuter than you would ever be with him. The whole time you’d known him, he’d been searching for her. He would repeat to you the same story about how she had appeared to him, almost like in a dream, asking him to come find her. She was all he’d ever wanted, even before he’d even known her. And why wouldn’t she be? She was kind, even to you. Made your favorite foods whenever you were down, taught you how to tie bows in your hair. And yet, all you could do was despise her. You felt like shit.

But some part of you, some wretched part you’d hidden deep inside your darkness, though apparently not deep enough, felt like Howl belonged to you. He’d met her first, but only for a few seconds before she’d vanished into thin air. It hardly counted as a meeting, in your opinion. You met him soon after; you’d run away to get lost in the meadows and the mountains after your family had renounced you, and that’s when you caught sight of his raven black hair fluttering in the wind as he picked flowers without a care in the world. That was honestly probably the moment you fell in love with him, though you denied it until it was too late.

You remember you laid in the field with him for hours that day, plucking petals, talking secrets and aspirations. You didn’t care that he was some stranger you’d just met, you were a kid, and he was your savior. He offered you a home and you offered him your life, said you’d help him find the girl he was searching for. Really, you would’ve done anything just to stay by his side.

Your most comfortable nights were when he snuggled in bed beside you, keeping your nightmares at bay with his sweet words and intoxicating scent. He’d read you stories to pass the time, and you’d fall asleep in his arms, listening to the familiar rumble of his voice in his chest as you snuggled up against it. Sometimes he’d tell you stories about his own life. Your favorite one was the day he met you. You’d beg him to tell you that story over and over, and though he’d laugh and tease you because you already knew the story having lived it, he’d cave in and humor you anyway, each and every time, without fail. He could never resist you (though sometimes he tried, because he thought it was cute when you pouted.) When he’d finally start telling the story, you’d smile the biggest smile and he’d wonder why he ever stalled in the first place, when he had such a sight to look forward to. Sometimes he’d change up details of the story just to make you laugh, say you flew in on a spaceship, say he was 10 feet tall the day you’d met. It wasn’t hard to make you laugh. Howl loved your laugh and you loved to make him happy. You gave every part of yourself freely.

You weren’t always the best influence on him, but you were his perfect match. One weekend, the two of you didn’t have enough money for food, so he stole a loaf of bread from a merchant he hated. When he sheepishly admitted his crime to you, ready to defend himself with his growling stomach as hard evidence, you smirked and uncovered a basket full of pastries you’d stolen from the same baker. He laughed so hard he fell into the fireplace and you had to rinse ashes from his hair. The two of you toasted your loaves of bread and munched on them together, giggling and nudging each other the rest of the night.

The “partner in crime” act continued when you decided to pursue magic together. You almost got yourselves kicked out of your training because the two of you would play pranks on the rest of the class. Sometimes they were justified and sometimes they were not, but they were fun either way. One time, a bully jeered at Howl’s jet black hair and you turned him into a worm. Unfortunately, that was also the day Howl had started to dye his hair blonde, though he claimed it was unrelated. You made every effort to tell him you adored the way he looked before, and it broke your heart that he wouldn’t listen. He’d say you were just like his sister and it was your job to lie to him and tell him he looked good. You didn’t have the guts to tell him that you’d always loved the way he looked, that you’d always loved him. You didn’t have the guts to beg him to see you as something different, to beg him to see you as something more.

When your first Christmas with him started quickly approaching, you used the only skills at your disposal to make him a pink coat with blue diamonds patched onto it. He loved it so much that he wore it everywhere, and when he finally started to outgrow it, he begged you to make him the same jacket a size larger. And then another size larger. And another, until he was fully grown, fully handsome, and still wrapped in the evidence of your secret love for him.

For the longest time, it was just you, Howl, and Calcifer in his castle. And for the longest time, you wondered if he could just let go of the Sophie thing. You were happy the way things were, why couldn’t he be happy too?

You even thought he might have started to love you back at some point. He’d blush when your shirt would ride up. He’d freeze when you’d brush up against him, even though you had spent many nights sleeping in each other's arms when you were kids. He’d compliment you more, every word carefully handpicked, like he’d spent time thinking about all the ways he adored you.

But then he found her. And he remembered the one thing he wanted.

He’d spent so long looking for her, it didn’t seem right to quit now, though you would’ve happily persuaded him otherwise.

And when you met her, when she was talented, when she was generous, when she was spunky, your heart crumbled to pieces. She was the perfect woman. His perfect woman. And suddenly the weight of your hopes, of your dreams, of your love, came crashing down on you, leaving you devastated in the aftermath.

So tonight, you choke back more “what if’s” as you gaze into the glow of the fire, wondering if you can just feed yourself to Calcifer. Of course, he’d never do that. He was rooting for you. He was the only one; you’d given up on having Howl, at this point.

You hear the door open but don't move from your spot. You think you vaguely hear Sophie mumble a shaky “goodnight” to you, but it’s in between panted breaths, and you almost puke again thinking about just how much oxygen he must’ve sucked from her lungs with that kiss. You say nothing, biting your lip until it bleeds. She goes to bed.

You hear the door open again, and find yourself increasingly more interested in the embers, not wanting to look over at him, not wanting to see his love-drunk expression.

He plops down beside you, sighing happily. There’s that puking feeling again.

You don’t say a word and he nudges you with his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And can I ask why you can’t sleep?”

You shake your head again.

“Can I at least ask why I can’t ask?”

“Nope.”

He rolls his eyes. “C’mon. It’s me. You know you can tell me anything.”

“No, thanks.”

He sighs, exasperated. “You barely talk to me and when you do, it’s not more than two words. What is going on with you tonight?”

“Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Then you smirk. “See- I said more than two words that time.”

He laughs, glad you’re back to joking with him again. “Gods, you’re stubborn, you know that? And a bit of a jackass.”

You laugh at that. “It’s a good thing you love me anyway.”

He blushes. “Bold of you to assume I love you.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You better love me at least a little, we are best friends, you know.” You hope he can’t hear the tone in which you say the word love, like you’re not holding your breath, waiting for a confession after he’s just sent his girlfriend to bed.

“Right. Yeah. We are best friends. I do love you, of course I love you. Because we’re friends.” He stumbles on his words and you have the audacity to find it cute. His girlfriend is waiting for him to come to bed, and you’re sitting here, coaxing the word love from him, like you’re not going to purposely misinterpret it later, like you’re not going to go lie in bed after this, staring at the ceiling for hours, just dreaming about the way he says he loves you. You thought you knew better than this.

Apparently you don’t. You answer like an idiot. “And I love you too. As a best friend.”

The blush crawls up his face and tinges his ears red. “Yup. Friends. Best friends.”

The sight makes you choke on your laughter, and for a minute you almost forget just how serious this moment is. “Howl, why are you being weird?”

He scoffs at you. “I’m not being weird. I’m being normal.”

You pinch his cheek. “You’re being so awkward, what gives? It’s just me.” You nudge his shoulder as platonically as you can, but you know it’s just because you’re dying to touch him somewhere, anywhere.

He makes a strangled noise. “You’re being embarrassing, that’s all.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the thumping in your chest. “And how am I embarrassing you, Howl?

He sighs, your close proximity to him somehow relaxing him and making him tense up at the same time. “You’re being so touchy… and you say you love me… but as a best friend.”

“And are we not best friends?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, we are. But somehow I get the feeling that you mean something else when you say that. When you say you… love me.”

“And what do you want it to mean?” You know this is a mess of your own making. You know you’re just daring him to confess. But you can’t stop now.

“Well. Just tell me what you mean when you say it.”

You go back to shaking your head and he groans.

“Why won’t you just tell me? I want, I need to know your answer. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What’s the issue? You have Sophie. You don’t need me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sophie has nothing to do with this. Right now, this is just about you and me.”

All your nerve leaves you when you think you might finally have to confess. “Howl. I’m going to bed.” You get up to leave.

He grabs your wrist. “No. You can’t. I’m not done.”

You yank your wrist away. “I’m done. Goodnight, Howl.”

You lock the door to your room thinking the conversation has ended, thinking you can finally let the depression swallow you whole. But he bangs on the door over and over, so much so that you start to feel guilty for Sophie who’s sleeping soundly a couple rooms away. You yank the door open and tug him inside, closing the door behind him. He had wanted to come in, but now that he’s standing alone in your room with you, he’s suddenly silent, the weight of this intimate moment sinking in.

You sigh and drag him over to the bed, pulling him down beside you, and snuggling up against him.

He freezes up.

“Stop acting like a stranger, we used to sleep together all the time.”

He coughs. “Yeah, when we were kids. It’s been awhile since we’ve done this.” He says that, but he slowly puts his arms around you anyway, resuming his usual position on your bed.

“Yeah well, that’s cuz you went and got yourself a girlfriend.” And maybe it’s because it was the middle of the night and you’re sleep deprived -if he asks, that’s what you’ll blame it on- but you suddenly blurt out, “And I’m offended, by the way.”

He huffs, amused. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

“Well you know what, maybe I should go get a boyfriend then.”

He tenses up again. “Wh-why’s that?”

You shrug. “You have a girlfriend, why can’t I have a boyfriend?”

“B-because! You don’t know what men are like. They might take advantage of you.”

“So who should I date then?”

He swallows. “No one.”

You don’t actually intend to get a boyfriend, you’re too far gone for Howl, but suddenly his words stir some fire in you that you didn’t know existed. He has the audacity to not love you and then claim you can’t love anyone else? The balls on him.

He can feel the air shift because he suddenly tries to make light of the situation. “Besides, I don’t like sharing my best friend with anyone anyway.”

You glare at him. “Well that’s bullshit because I have to share you with Sophie. It used to be just the two of us, don’t you remember?”

He sighs, guilt creasing his face. “I know, I know. But you’re still important to me. She’s just… she’s my everything.”

You wince and pull yourself out of his arms, turning to face the opposite direction.

He groans. “Come on, don’t be like this. Talk to me. I don’t like when you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m just tired, I want to go to bed. Go to your girlfriend, Howl.”

“Please. Please just talk to me.” He begs, desperation staining his voice.

Suddenly you snap. “She’s your everything, but that used to be me.” You hadn’t intended the words to sound bitter, but they leave a sour taste in your mouth on the way out.

He winces. “I… yeah, I know. I know things are different now, but the way I feel about you hasn’t changed.”

“That’s the problem.” You whisper to yourself so quietly he’s left straining to hear. When he doesn’t answer, you realize he didn’t hear you after all, and you don’t have the energy to say it again. You wrap yourself up tightly in the blankets. “Your girlfriend is going to worry if you keep her waiting much longer. Go to her.”

He sighs. He wants to keep talking with you but he knows you’re right. He doesn’t want to worry Sophie. He promises he’ll talk with you in the morning and takes his leave.

In the morning, he finds that all of your things are missing and you’re nowhere to be found. He panics and races outside in his pajamas, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He sees your head bobbing down the street, bags in your hands. He almost collapses a lung trying to chase after you.

“What are you doing??” He yells as he runs.

You flinch at his voice, recognizing it instantly, but you keep walking.

He catches up to you and wrenches your arm backwards. You drop a bag and he quickly picks it up but holds onto it.

“Why do you have all your things? Where are you going? Why are you going? You can’t just leave me like this!” His words are rushed, like they’re flooding out, like he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, just that he wants to say something, just that he needs to make you acknowledge him, to make you stay.

You reach for your bag and he yanks it back. “Howl-”

“You- you can’t leave me, damnit!” He snaps and you realize it’s been a long time since he was this mad at you. You almost smile at the thought that your departure causes him so much displeasure. It’s sweet.

“Howl, I need to go.”

“No, no, you don’t. You need to stay with me. What ever happened to best friends? What ever happened to I love you?”

“Howl.”

He doesn’t listen. He keeps rambling.

“Howl. Howl!”

His eyes snap up to yours.

“I love you, Howl.”

He shuts the fuck up.

“I’m in love with you.” You say again, letting the words sink in. He’s still reeling from the shock of it all.

You continue, “I love you, so I can’t stay. I can’t be close to you like this. I can’t keep third wheeling, I can’t keep lying awake at night, dreaming about you, listening to you sleep next door. I can’t. It’s time, I need to go.” You muster up your best smile for him. It’s much easier to grab the bag from his hands now that he’s frozen in place.

You hear him weakly mumbling things like “But I still need you” and “But you can’t leave me” and you wince, but you turn to leave anyway. He weakly grabs onto your arm again, but he’s so shaken, it’s easy to slip out of his grip.

You sigh as you take in the sad sight of him in this miserable state. “You don’t need me. You’ll be fine. You have Sophie. Everything will be fine. I wish you both happiness.” You don’t, but you say it anyway, you reassure him, because that’s what you do when you love him.

When he continues fumbling for you, his words a jumbled mess, you realize he’ll just keep coming after you, even in this weakened state, so you speak up again, “Old friend. Will you do me a favor?”

Life slowly flickers back into his eyes, as he thinks of how he can be of use to you. “Yes, anything. Anything for you.”

“Close your eyes.”

He bites his lip but hesitantly closes his eyes anyway.

You want to leave now. You want to bolt while he’s not looking. But your greed gets the better of you. You hesitate before finally making the decision to kiss him on the cheek, and you know you’ll keep that moment with you forever. You’ll hold on to the feeling of his cheek on your lips until the day you die, because you know you’ll love him until the day you die.

Then you walk away, picking up the pace as you continue down the street, hoping he doesn’t open his eyes, hoping you saved him the pain of having to watch you leave.

Many years later, you’re running errands, walking down the street at a leisurely pace, just enjoying the sun on your skin. You look up at the sky, taking in the fresh air and basking in the sunlight.

Not watching where you’re going, you crash into someone. You immediately think to apologize, but your words get swallowed down when you catch a glimpse of jet black hair.

“H-Howl?”

He blinks. And then he blinks again, this time trying to hold back tears. “Is…is it really… really you?”

A smile spreads across your face. “Hi.”

He reaches out to touch you and then he stops. You intertwine your fingers with his before he can pull his hand away. His fingers lock into place as he draws closer to you, sinking into your touch.

“You’re here.” He whispers.

You ruffle his hair. “You went back to your natural color. I like it.”

He blushes and he absentmindedly reaches up to touch the place where your hand just grazed his hair. “You… you always said you liked it better.”

You smile again. Then you let his hand go, much to his disappointment, and start looking around, looking for her. Your brows furrow in confusion when you don’t see anyone nearby. “Where’s Sofie?”

He swallows, looking down. “She, uh, she’s not… not here.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“She… we…um. We broke up. Awhile ago. Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”

You choke on your spit. “You what? Oh you poor thing, let me get you a drink.” You start dragging him away before he can properly process what’s going on.

He thinks you’re taking him to a bar, and he’s surprised when you lead him into your house, ushering him onto one of your bar stools. He looks around while you mix up a drink for him. He realizes this place looks oddly familiar, even though he’s never been here before.

You realize he’s trying to piece together where he’s seen this place. You crack a smile. “I modeled it after that house we stayed at, in the countryside. Seems you remember it well. You like it?”

He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Before he can make any proper commentary on the house, a child runs up to you and throws his arms around your leg.

You laugh and ruffle his hair. “Hey, sweetie. What’re you doing down there?”

Howl swallows, watching this interaction with bated breath. He wonders if that’s your kid. It has to be, it’s your house.

You hand Howl the freshly mixed drink and he takes a sip.

He’s about to comment on how good it is when he hears the kid say, “Mom! Up!” and he chokes on his drink.

You pick the kid up, resting him on your hip before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Silly. What would your mother say if she heard you calling me mom? It’s auntie, remember? Now go run along and help your mom out with the laundry, okay baby?” You set the kid down and he nods before running to the backroom.

When the kid is gone, you burst into laughter. “You should’ve seen your face. I thought I was gonna die, you looked like you just had a stroke. You thought he was my kid, huh?” You turn to Howl and poke him on the nose.

He rolls his eyes and swats your hand away, seemingly unfrozen now. “Well, can you blame me?”

“He doesn’t look a thing like me,” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

“Well he could’ve taken after your husband!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Well I don’t have a husband.”

Howl blinks. “No husband.” He repeats.

“And… no boyfriend either.” You say slowly, watching him process this information.

“And no boyfriend either.” He repeats, each word softer than the next.

Suddenly you’re interrupted by your sister waving at you as she takes her kid and her freshly done laundry out the door with her. You wave back and when you catch Howl’s shocked expression, you explain to him that you reconnected with some of your family. He’s happy for you. He always is. Your wins were always his wins. You always loved that about him.You wonder if you can dare to love him some more. If you can dare to dream.

“So… do you have anywhere to stay tonight?” You ask nonchalantly.

He bites his lip. “N-no. Just kind of been… wandering aimlessly.”

You perk up. “Well perfect, I have spare rooms.”

He blushes. “You’d let me stay here? Even after all this time?

You hop into a seat next to him. “Well yeah, aren’t we best friends? That doesn’t just go away, you know.” You nudge his shoulder. Then you dare to rest your head on it.

He freezes but then he relaxes. “This drink is pretty good, by the way.”

“Better be. I put your favorite flavors in it.”

He sits up straighter. “You remember?”

“I remember everything.”

He goes silent, lost in his thoughts.

You want to cheer him up. “Bet I can drink you under the table.”

He snorts. “Like hell you can.”

You spend the next few hours chugging drinks, laughing, catching each other up on everything non-Sofie related. She’s not important right now. Part of you hopes she’ll never come up again. Actually, most of you hopes that.

Eventually it’s time to retire, and you say you’ll draw him up a bath with his favorite scents. He smiles at you, “I’ll toast to that!” and he lifts his cup to you as you disappear into the bathroom.

You reappear to tell him it’s ready and he flushes bright red when you tell him you’ll just be right next door, taking your bath, if he needs you. He begins to soak in the tub, his mind swimming with thoughts of you. He can’t stand you being so close and yet so far away. And taking a bath. Naked, no less. Just behind that wall. He gulps and sinks deeper into the tub, trying to drown out his thoughts.

Then you call out to him and he snaps out of it. “Howl. I forgot my towel in there. Could you bring it to me?”

His eyes widen and his heart thumps in his chest. Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? He pulls himself out of the bath and shakily grabs your towel before making the trip next door.

You think he’ll just leave it outside so you get up to grab it but then he opens the door right as you step out of the bath, the water dripping down your fully naked body.

His eyes rake all over your body and he almost drops the towel in shock. But he can’t stop looking. His blood is burning in his veins, but he can’t stop looking. His lungs feel like they’re ablaze, but he can’t stop looking. You look so perfect, so heavenly.

You break the silence. “I-I thought y-you’d leave the towel outside the door.” Your cheeks flood with red.

He lets out a strangled chuckle, as his eyes continue to roam. “I… yeah, I was just… I’ll just…”

You bite your lip and it shoots his heart straight into the stratosphere.

He takes a hesitant step towards you.

You swallow.

He takes another step, taking in every inch of you.

You can’t help but do the same, admiring his bare body.

He takes another step, finally finding himself directly in front of you. “I just…” He continues and then trails off.

“Yes?” You lean in closer to him, but that’s all you do.

You’re so close to him, your breaths begin to mingle with each other.

“J-just…” He finds himself staring at your lips. Of all the parts of you to be staring at, that’s what he’s settled on. He swallows. “Just… can I…?”

“Yes.”

It only takes a second for him to swallow up all the tension between you, closing the distance, and claiming your lips in a desperate kiss. His hands wander the smooth expanse of your body, memorizing every curve. His kisses are possessive, like he needs to make his mark on you before he wakes up and finds this all a dream. His tongue moves urgently through your mouth, like he might find heaven in the back of your throat.

“Howl…” You whine.

He groans at the sound, gripping your hips tighter and pulling you flush up against him.

“Fuck. Howl, don’t stop.”

Lust flares in his eyes at your words. “I wouldn’t dream of it, I can’t get enough of you,” He pants, eager to claim your lips again.

After a couple more dizzying kisses, you murmur in a daze, “You taste better than I imagined.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck. You imagined me?”

You trace the length of his bare back, your slender fingers eliciting shivers from him. “All the time. All the damn time.”

He pushes you against the wall and you gasp at the cold tile on your back. “Howl, that’s cold!”

He smirks. “I promise I’ll warm you up.” He traces hot kisses down your neck, down your breasts, stopping to suck on a peaked nipple, before trailing his kisses further down your abdomen. He kneels in front of you, eyeing your dripping cunt. He’s waiting for permission.

“Are you gonna gawk all day or are you going to taste me?”

He chuckles at your bold words. “I’ve never heard you talk like this before. I like it.” And without another word, he brings his head in between your legs, hungrily lapping at your wet heat. Every whimper and every whine he coaxes from your lips makes him eager to taste more of you. The rough strokes of his tongue dragging itself up and down your slit overwhelms you and you think you might just come on his face. Then he jams his tongue inside you, moaning as your depths envelop him, your slick drizzling down his throat as he swallows. And you do come on his face, fist in his hair, as you moan his name.

He groans as your orgasm floods into his mouth.

You’ve not even finished all the way, the evidence of your desire still trickling down your legs, when suddenly he pulls away from you; before you can complain about his absence, he shoves his bulging erection deep inside your swollen cunt, gasping as your slick coats his cock.

“Howl!” You dig your nails into his back as you adjust to the new sensation.

He sighs, the sound filled with ecstasy. “If you keep saying my name like that, I won’t be able to last much longer.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” You gasp out.

He shakes his head, grunting as he thrusts into you. “I do. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

His fingers carve canyons into your hips as he steadies himself against your skin.

“Howl…” You groan again, letting your head fall back against the wall. “I want you. I need you.”

His eyes darken as he soaks in the sound of your whines. “I’m right here, darling.” He picks up the pace, though still restraining himself.

“And you feel so good inside me,” You bite your lip, “I bet you’d feel even better pumping your seed into me.”

He swears under his breath, but he can’t muster up the strength for anymore words, all his strength has been poured into resisting you, into resisting the urge to let go. But his strength dwindles quickly at the sight of you flushed beneath him, at the sounds of your moans echoing against the tiled walls. He slams his cock deeper and then finds his release with his tongue in your mouth, swallowing down your pleasure as he fills you up.

You both don’t move for a moment. You just stand there, shuddering, panting, holding each other for support.

Then you start to laugh and he laughs with you.

“You may as well take a bath with me since you’ve already seen me naked,” You tease, jerking a thumb towards the tub.

He grins widely. “Well, if you insist.”

“Oh, I do.” You say devilishly, leading him towards the bath.

You both slide into the tub, sighs escaping your lips, as the warm water envelops both your bodies. You snuggle up against him, soaking in the beauty of the moment.

“You know,” He says thoughtfully, “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

You lift your chin up to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you mean Sophie?”

He shakes his head. “I thought that’s what I wanted, but you were right there, right in front of me the whole time. I’ve only ever needed you. I…” He hesitates, but the feeling of you snug against him gives him courage, “I love you.” Then he grins. “And not just like a best friend.”

You laugh and kiss his chest. “Well how about that? I love you too.”

He beams. “Even after all this time?”

You kiss his cheek. You kiss his forehead. You kiss his lips. He sighs, savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You nuzzle up against his ear and murmur, “Especially after all this time.”