#what is it even called my brain is poof

[diari0deglierrori]

Shocking News I’m not mentally stable enough to take care of children

[chimera-dreams]

Satoru, who...

Did you ask for more fluff? I did, ehe~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

CW: pure fluff, just fluff, no angst, only happiness | proposal, marriage, pregnancy, husband!Gojo, dad!Gojo, soft!Gojo, categorically fucking whipped Satoru, domesticity, kinda slice-of-life, mildly suggestive at the end

The starstruck boy, Gojo Satoru, who is utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.

AN: while I’m in the middle of writing an absurdly long fic, I wanted to post some shorter stuff to 1) keep my hands loose and brain active/busy, and 2) post something while I’m working on the fic to come. I won’t post much about it rn because I want to actually finish it first and not make any promises, so enjoy a lil fluff in the meantime <3 just something short and sweet

WC: 3k

Satoru, who is smitten with you from the very moment he first lays eyes on you. Sure, he's had infatuations before, but they were short-lived and typically lasted no longer than a week. A quick fascination, then poof. You, on the other hand – you are different.

And it is plain to see for pretty much everyone. He is normally cocky and outgoing, even during the little fads he’s had, he never let down his façade of bravado. You, though? You melt all his walls until he’s a goopy puddle of a blushing, giggling school girl.

He is whipped, almost to an annoying point. He rambles off Suguru's and Shoko's ears enough times for them to know when he’s about to start singing your praises and avoid him, or distract him somehow (which is a monumental task when his ditzy head is full only of thoughts of you).

Even so, they are conflictingly bewildered and happy for their friend. For him to have found someone that he is interested in for longer than a week – let alone several months, now – is a riveting change of pace. He seems so genuinely delighted any time you two interact, bubbly, dreamy sighs leaving him as hearts dance in his eyes.

He has fallen for you bad.

Satoru, who’s a stuttering disaster when he tries to ask you out on a date, and damn near collapses in relief when you’re able to decipher what the hell he’s going on about and agree to go to the new café that opened up near campus with him.

One date turns into two, then three, then a dozen more that become routine for you. You meet up after classes let out, then head to the café side by side. Or, if one is running late, you have each other’s orders memorized. You even go the extra mile and order him a sweet he hasn’t tried yet to surprise him with when he bursts into the establishment, panting like he ran a marathon. He might as well have, he booked it for the café as soon as he was free, dying to see you.

Satoru, who is somehow in even more shambles when he gets the nerve to ask you to go steady with him, despite the two of you being borderline boyfriend and girlfriend by now. He’s jittery, sweaty, downright vibrating with tense energy when he brings you to the sakura tree near the back of school that you two had laid claim on. Oh, and when you say yes? He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Nothing can explain how an angel like you decided to grace him with your existence as is, let alone love him – even while you called him an idiot and said you thought you two were already dating.

Satoru, who was already protective over you when you first met, dials it to eleven after you agree to being his girlfriend. Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive, could inspire fear and respect simply by being in the room with his confident and brash nature, completely relaxed and faithful in his skill. But if, gods forbid, something happens to you? Gone is that cocksure attitude. Gone are the coy smirks and passive-aggressive taunting meant to rile others up. Gone is everything but his one track mind that focuses solely on two tasks: protecting you, and destroying whatever harmed you.

Satoru, who spoons you to his chest and watches ASMR, random videos, or movies on your phone with you 'til you both fall asleep. It became routine shortly after you began officially dating. You'll climb into bed first and decide what you want to watch while he finishes his nightly regimen, then he'll slip under the blankets and pull your back flush against his front, prop his chin atop your head, slide a thigh between your legs, and off to cozy dreamland you two go as whatever you choose acts as white noise. 

It brings him an immense amount of comfort, and though he doesn't need as much sleep as normal folks, he'll refuse to leave bed until you're awake (with the exception of any needs he might have to take care of that will only see him away for a couple minutes at most before he’s cradling you in his protective hold again).

Satoru, who salts and peppers your face with endless, ticklish kisses to wake you up, saving the best kiss for when your sleepy, pretty little eyes open: right on your lips. He always wakes up before you do, and spends hours watching your blissful, precious face as you snooze, content and relaxed like a cat with full trust in its human. The comparison always makes him smile, because he, truthfully, envisions you both as being cats all the time. Lazy ones that cuddle in the sun, your smaller form using his ridiculously fluffy and larger one as a pillow-slash-blanket. His tail twined with yours, your ears twitching as he grooms you with kitten licks, ah, the dream.

Satoru, who wants to slap a ring on your finger the very moment he can. You two spend so many days and weeks raving about your imaginary wedding that he so desperately wants to be real, setting up plans, picking out what you would want for decor, scrolling through forum boards for ideas on a wedding dress for you. He is practically more excited at the prospect of getting married than you are, eager to help in every step of the process and more. 'Let me handle all the hard stuff, baby,' he nearly begs. 

He won’t tell you the cost of anything, and insists you go all out. Get the dress you want, don't you dare look at the price tag. Choose the perfect venue, he doesn't care if it's in Japan or fucking Dubai, he'll handle paying for everyone's travel and hotel needs on top of the whole wedding. Only the absolute best for you, nothing less, everything more.

Satoru, who is a train wreck of nervous excitement, anxious anticipation, and giddy trepidation when the day comes for him to propose. He takes you to the perfect location – up a short and easy hiking trail that leads to a cliffside with the most magnificent view of the ocean and setting sun. You think it's just a sweet date trip, until you see the path of tea candles guiding you to a romantically set up picnic blanket, a basket resting atop it, waiting to be opened.

When you turn around to express your shock and confusion, you find Satoru on one knee, looking up at you as if you are the most gorgeous and divine creature to ever exist. He's confident and boisterous, as always, as he plays out his little speech about how much he adores you and wants to keep you by his side, forever and ever, but he's a shaking trash fire inside. A shivering little dog that's relieved he didn't stutter or screw up the speech he practiced a hundred times over and then some.

Satoru, who's thanking every god to ever possibly reside above (and even below) when you throw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as a flood of yeses pours out of you, slurred as you ramble through your tears and tell him you love him, how happy you are, and a plethora of other things that make him genuinely the most elated person to ever live.

Satoru, who slides the brilliant engagement ring he had custom made for you onto your finger; smooth, with an inset blue diamond that shares the same shade as his eyes, nestled in with a dozen tinier crystals in vine-like spirals flowing outward from the center. Swarovski, of course. He made sure that it was all flush with the platinum to ensure it wouldn't snag on anything. 

He was practically breathing down the jeweler's neck during the entire process, needing to guarantee it’s positively perfect for you. And, when he sees the glimmering jewelry cozy on your finger, the evidence of your bond and the next step in your journey to unite as one, he knows he made all the right choices.

Satoru, who only uses the finest material for your matching wedding bands, and has the insides of both engraved with each other's names. Yours in his, his in yours. He has the same jeweler as before (poor guy) design them to have two stripes of platinum within the gold of your rings, delicate and stunning for himself and his wife.

Satoru, who's jubilant and so incredibly ecstatic that you're now his wife that he can't help but tell everyone he knows, everyday, multiple times a day, even those that were at the wedding. He just can't get over it. You're his wife, the girl he's been crushing on since highschool, the girl he swore to make his, and to devote himself to. It feels like an incredible dream, and he worriedly pinches himself from time to time to make sure it's real. 

He did it. He married you, and now you carry his name in yours, in your wedding band, everywhere he could put it to subtly (not really) show you off as the unquestionably precious treasure you are, his wife, and how overjoyed he is that he managed to catch you and keep you.

Satoru, who forgets how to function when you hold up a pair of white and pink sticks on his birthday, from different brands, both showing positive symbols. You. You're pregnant. With his baby. He swears his brain short-circuits because one minute, he's staring at you like you'd grown a second head, and the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms as he showers your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, neck, ears, anywhere he can reach, with kisses.

He's a babbling, sniffly mess as he practically crushes you to his chest and coos and preens and weeps with elation. He reveres you like a deity and he’s your loyal and pathetic servant who was blessed beyond measure that you decided to give him the gift of life. He's going to be a father, and it's all because of you.

Satoru, who completely spoils the living hell out of you during your pregnancy (as if he hadn't already been), bending backwards for you for everything. Weird cravings? He's on it. Swollen ankles and nausea? He's rushing to the store for medicine, then rubbing your feet to ease the ache. Insatiable horniness? He's your slave for you to use for your pleasure. Hormones swinging wildly back and forth? He's there with a box of tissues and his firm chest for you to beat on when you feel like you're going crazy. It's his fault you're pregnant, after all. You're doing the hard work of not just carrying his child, but of nurturing it, growing it, letting it take from you to develop strong and healthy. Of course he's going to take care of you.

Satoru, who refuses to let you do any work. You're on indefinite parental leave. From the moment you show him those positive tests, he sits your pretty ass down on the couch and tells you firmly that your only job now is to help your baby develop. He'll take care of everything else, don't even think about lifting a finger.

Satoru, who's there at every appointment with you, clutching your hand tightly as you talk to your doctor about everything you need to know. And when you have your first ultrasound, and see your fetus together for the very first time, he's crying right alongside you.

Satoru, who spent meticulous hours packing a duffel bag with everything you'll both need for when it comes time for you to go into labor. Spare changes of clothes, plenty of water, blankets to keep you warm, a couple pillows, anything and everything. He refuses to go in unprepared. As soon as it's all packed and ready to go by the 8 month mark of your pregnancy, it's in the backseat of the car. The baby car seat is in the trunk of the sleek and top-of-the-line SUV he purchased specifically for your soon-to-be family. He doesn't care that it's taking up space, or that it’s too early, he refuses to go in unprepared.

Satoru, who immediately ditches work the very instant your water breaks. Who gives a fuck if he's in the middle of something important, nothing takes precedence over you and the incoming birth of your infant. He's breaking several driving laws to get you to the hospital, but neither of you care. Not when you're panting in the passenger seat, white-knuckling the grab handle with a palm pressed to your stomach, grunting and crying out in pain any time you have a contraction. It's a miracle he doesn't get pulled over, and he's incredibly thankful (and proud of himself) for thinking of calling the hospital ahead of time so that they're ready for you.

Satoru, whose entire world becomes a blur from the second you reach the hospital, to the second you're crushing his hand in your grip, screaming as you fight to bring his baby into the world. He's letting you yell at him and blame him for the pain you're in, easily accepting and agreeing because it is his fault. 

But while your shaking sobs and shrieks of agony wound his heart beyond any possible measure, he also can't help his elation at knowing it's time, all the waiting has been worth it, every minute spent catering to your every need, want, and desire. He'll do it indefinitely, wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life, treat you like a queen, because you deserve it and so much more.

Satoru, who's shocked by how well he's holding up when the nurse puts the wrapped up, pudgy little newborn in his arms, gazing down at the tiny being. His tiny being, your tiny being, the fragile and priceless life you both created. Looking down at his kin, his reason for being, he knows he'd do anything and everything to protect you and your child.

Satoru, who sees you, a disheveled and tired disaster, with your hair all tangled, frizzy, and astray, strands stuck to your sweaty skin, your body slack in relief as the hardest part is finally over, watching your husband hold your baby, and he thinks you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. 

You look like you’ve been dragged through hell; your legs are sticky with residue blood, amniotic fluid, placenta, and whatever else that needs to be cleaned off (though your legs are covered with a few layers of blankets to keep you toasty warm while you recover from labor), your face is a little pale and sallow, you're barely clinging to consciousness, and he's marveling at how he's never seen anything or anyone as utterly blest and sacred as you. 

A goddess amongst men, the only one the strongest man in the world would ever willingly bow down to without you even needing to ask.

Satoru, who helps place your baby on your chest, the nurse having opened the blanket for skin-to-skin contact as you feed it, and finally lets himself release all his pent up emotions of raw, unfiltered joy. Every cell, every fiber, every atom in him is dancing in overwhelming happiness. He'd do it all over, again and again, as many times as you'd let him, if it means he gets to see you this blissful and tranquil. The glow of maternity suits you like no other, even in all your unkempt and chaotic glory. 

Satoru, who can't believe he's a dad. He goes above and beyond, insisting he takes care of the baby at night so you can sleep – he doesn't need as much rest as others do, after all. He murmurs to his newborn about how much he cherishes and adores you, how much you mean to him, how you're the best wife and mommy a man could ever ask for and more. He reads the kiddo bedtime stories to help it sleep, feeds it, changes it, whatever it is that is needed, he's there and doing it. 

On top of that, he continues to be your doting, devoted, caring husband. He makes sure you're taking your vitamins, takes you to all your postpartum appointments, aids you through your subsequent depression, all of it. He's sworn himself to you for life, not just in this timeline and universe, but in any and every single one of them.

He made and said his vows with purpose and conviction. He meant every word, and upholds them like his life depends on it. Because, in his mind, it does.

Satoru, who is patient with you, and firmly commands you to not push yourself to do things you can't do while you're still in recovery. He doesn't care if he has to wait months or even years for you to be ready to lay with him again, he'll wait it out. He might not be a patient man, but for you, he'd wait until all the stars die. 

Oh, but you, darling little minx that you are, do your best to take care of him, too. Even when he urges you to rest, or not worry about it, or anything other arguments he might have against it, you tend to him in whatever way you can. Touching, sucking, rough and heavy petting, whatever it takes. You refuse to leave him alone to suffer through months and months of dryness with no relief save for his hand and the toy you surprised him with to help take the edge off.

Satoru, who can't be more grateful to you. You're more than his wildest dreams, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect person as a whole in the entirety of the universe. He really can't help boasting about being the Chosen One, because he really is, if the cosmos decided to gift him with you.

Satoru, who swears to take care of you for the rest of your lives, and does well on his promise.

Satoru, who fights for the sake of you and your kin alone. He refuses to leave you in any way, shape, or form. He refuses to let the world be a danger to any of you. He refuses to have anything happen to his family. Nothing will tear you apart, not now, not ever.

Satoru, who loves you more than the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.

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[riskyraiker]

Sex pollen

TFP!Optimus Prime x Reader

Everything has been going fine with team Prime since no decepticons were causing chaos and MECH has been quiet as well. The day was supposed to go well, if a pod of some kind wouldn't have landed on earth. Ratchet detected it first on the computer, notifying Optimus about it. Bee was with Raf, Arcee with Jack and Bulkhead with Miko so Y/N was the only one left to tag along. 

“What is the origin of the pod?” You ask Optimus with a raised brow walking through the groundbridge, seeing forestry afterwards. “The origin wasn't listed on the signal, and we don't have any visual of it yet.” Optimus replies and looks for the signal. Walking around, being wary of any decepticons, you spot something. A pod like the signal said. “Optimus, i've found the pod. It isn't opened yet but it has no insignia on it. Should I open it?” You commlink and receive a negative answer from Optimus. “Wait for me, Y/N. It's never clear what's in there.” You wait for Optimus, following his instructions until you hear a click. It was the pod, it's making noise, is it…opening? And POOF some form of gas hits your faceplate and you inhale some of it in shock. “Y/n what happened?” Optimus arrived at the scene, checking on you. “The pod” cough “opened and exploded some gas all over me and right on my faceplate, inhaled some of it.” You cough and hold onto Optimus so you won't fall. Once your state has stabilized, Optimus grabs the pod and contacts Ratchet for a groundbridge. 

“Old friend, would you check on Y/n they inhaled whatever came out of the pod.” Optimus asks, leaving with the pod, taking it away from the others. Sigh “Well come on Y/n. Let's check your stats.” You were about to walk over to the berth in the medbay until everything felt off, it was unbearably hot and your fans went on, working on 60%. “Ratch..I don't feel so great. Like I'm overheating and so much more” Ratchet knew immediately something was off when you froze and your fans were humming quite loudly. He's already by your side, helping you to the berth. He scans you, noticing something was off in your tanks. He checks everything possible until he finds the source of your overheating. “Not good.” Ratchet mumbles and turns around. “Y/n you need to be quarantined for a bit. Go to your berthroom for now, and don't let anyone in! You inhaled some hortuan gas, it makes your processor overwork your frame and crave…interfacing.” Ratched explains more about it for example the so-called “heat” will end if you empty your tanks with interfacing, antide or on its own, which is a month. The medical facts leave you shocked. He shooed you away and got to work on how to solve it. Goddamnit! You were unlucky at least for now.

Retreating to your berthroom, you lay down and try to relax, hoping your cooling system won't overwork itself. After a while you find out it's useless to even try to relax, your processor is now running through every possible situation where you're interfacing with somebody. God, it would be nice. Lubricant was leaking now between your legs, your plates were not able to keep it hidden. If this was the effects of a few earth hours how would the rest of the day be or possibly the whole week? Others were informed of your state and how you wouldn't be able to leave your berthroom for a few days or longer until Ratchet figured out how to stop the side effects. The bots brought you energon time to time and talked with you, except Optimus. He was busy doing research and anything else on his datapad. He was worried about you, of course, he was since he's the team leader, but this was something else. He wanted to help you, to do something but he isn't a doctor of any kind. 

The first day wasn't that bad but after a few days? You're like a zombie with only one thought, craving brains except you were craving sex. A lot of it. And the only bot who you thought about was Optimus. His beautiful hips that you could hold tightly when thrusting into him or his neck cabling that you would bite into. You had enough, you won't wait for any form of antidote or the heat to pass. Walking out of the room searching for a specific door, groaning and rubbing your thighs together while walking. Knocking on the one specific door you hear pedsteps and once the door opens, you check. It's Optimus with a quite surprised look. “Y/n shouldn't you be in quarantine?” He asks while you breathe heavily, staring at the Prime. It wasn't long until you launched yourself straight against Optimus, pushing him down, while the door closed automatically. “Let me have you, please?” You beg still breathing heavily and already grinding against the bot below you. “I've been thinking of nothing else except you. You, you, and you full of..me. Let me have you.” it wasn't a question anymore, more like a demand. If the Prime was against this he could overpower you most likely. Your lips crash against his and your glossa slides right through. Your servos grab onto the sides of Optimus’ faceplate, pulling him closer. You get more aggressive with your movements, grinding harder against Optimus and tugging his helm closer if that's even possible. The making out continues while you lift him up somehow and carry him over to the berth. “Open up, open up, open the plates, please!” You growl against Optimus’ lips and you can hear how his interface plating opens, how lubricant leaks all over the berth. “Oh love, can I taste you?” You ask patiently even though you can barely hold back yourself and your actions. Optimus gasps and takes a moment to answer “You may. Please do.” Even if Optimus is losing his composure he still is polite as always. 

You dive in between the Prime’s legs and start devouring the wet valve, not having enough so you suck on his external node. The stimulation makes Optimus clench his thighs and wrap them around your head, making him groan. Sticking your tongue into the wet warmth, you can't help but moan at the taste. The lubricant gushing and squirting everywhere, as you eat the Prime out, gives the air a sour odor. You felt like you were…high? It's the gas or the fact that the Prime was holding your helm between his peds. “Ugh! Ray, please do not stop, I'm about to- nghh!” Optimus groaned and like on command your intake is filled with cum. You eat the mech out a little more since you don't want to waste any single drop. That taste is so heavenly and you need more of it. The click of your own interface plating opening makes Optimus glance at you only to be bit gently on his neck cables. The stimulation on his cables distracted him so much that he didn’t realize you were pushing in, the sudden stretch in his valve made him moan and throw his head back while you leaned your helm against Optimus’ shoulder bottoming out. The moment your spike has completely vanished into the Prime’s warmth, he shrieks. Your spike touched Optimus’ ceiling node perfectly, while you were loving the sounds Optimus made he was embarrassed and covered half of his face with his battle mask. “No. Take it off. Now.” You growl and start thrusting hard right into the mech's ceiling node. You can hear the sound of the mask deactivating and you grin that lust-filled smile until you kiss the prime again. The clanging of metal continues as you two make out, both close again to overloading. The moment you reach your climax, a few seconds after Optimus, you pull out, flip the Prime over, and push back in. You growl of pleasure (Fucking animal…) and pull the smokestacks located on the Prime’s back, which surprises Optimus who gasps at the sudden force. Now his back is pressed against your chest you nibble at the sensitive cabling, you remained the same since you walked through the door, while Optimus’ act has completely fallen. His calm and strong mentality was broken to nothing except moaning and whining since his legs shaking with too much tension and hips meeting your thrusts. It takes a while until your thrusts and stimulation make both of you overload, but this time Optimus is starting to get overstimulated while you continue. “R-Ray..Agh! Too much.” Optimus whines as you tug harder at his smokestacks. “I assume Ratchet tol- ngh! He told you about my condition and how it stops. Well, I’m no- ahh. I’m not stopping until my tanks are empty and spilled into you, sweetspark.” You whisper into his audio receptor and bite the little piece of it. Optimus knew that you wouldn’t stop, driven by the bio-gas in your system so he tried his best to endure the overstimulation, but after his fourth orgasm, he couldn’t bear it anymore. You hear the whines and pleas of stopping, but you’re so close to emptying your tanks. “One more, sweetspark. One more.” And you go on with deep yet painfully slow. As your climax arrives the seventh time, Optimus overloads one last time which is his fifth. While Optimus has tears bubbling in his optics and letting dry away, you’re gasping for air. Your tanks are empty so the effect of the gas goes away, and the moment you become conscious, you tense up. Seeing the prime in such shape and you were the one who caused it made you feel awful until the Prime understood the state you were in he talked you back to reality. “You do know I could’ve stopped you if I didn’t want it.” The words almost went through your other audio receptor until your lips met Optimus’. He kissed you to bring you back of your head. 

The two of you clean up and head out of the berthroom to inform Ratchet of your well-being. You both also know if you tell Ratchet he will know what you did. While walking over to the main area Ratchet does recognize Optimus’ walk pattern so he starts to talk. “Optimus I’m almost done with the antidote for Ray.” You cringe in embarrassment and cover your face while Optimus surprisingly chuckles. “About that old friend. We’ve come to inform you of Ray’s well-being.” Ratchet heard Optimus just fine, but does his research a few seconds before turning around, spotting Optimus and… you. “Ray. Don’t tell me you did what I think you did.” Ratchet whispers. You snicker and blurb it out “I couldn’t handle it, marched over to Optimus’ room, and finished what I started!” Ratchet just groans since he is close to finishing his project on the antidote. “No wonder Bumblebee mentioned metal clanging in the hallway.” The medic mumbled just loud enough for you both to hear. While you laughed at the new statement Optimus was the one embarrassed this time. “I hope it was just the clanging he heard.” You whisper and snicker once again.

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AN: This is my first time posting smut on tumblr SO if you want to read more do go on AO3 and there is more of fics like this one!

My AO3 profile:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/risky_writer/works

[solxamber]

WOAH CAN I REQUEST LILIA X AN NPC THAT HE GROWS ATTRACTED TO (romantic) AND THOUGHT SOME USE OF MAGIC THEY GET TO HIS WORLD?! AND THEY GET TOGETHER? PLEASE

Lilia Vanrouge x NPC! Reader

thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3

Lilia Vanrouge is an old fae who has seen many things in his long life. He has fought in wars, ruled lands, and babysat a dragon prince. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the strange obsession that takes over him the moment he picks up a copy of the hottest new game in Twisted Wonderland: "Kingdoms & Chaos: Celestial Knight's Quest."

It starts innocently enough. A little late-night entertainment to pass the time while Silver is napping (read: fainted from exhaustion), Malleus is out being mysterious, and Sebek is… well, Sebek-ing somewhere.

But then you appear.

As the Commander of the Celestial Knights—an NPC of all things—you steal Lilia’s heart without even trying. Not only are you charming and competent, but you also manage to dish out some fantastic one-liners as you lead the virtual army across the battlefield with a grace that’s almost unmatched.

"Ah, what a lovely evening," Lilia hums, as the glow of his screen reflects off his ever-youthful face. “So peaceful, so quiet… Oh look, an army of marauding orcs attacking the village!” he says gleefully, mashing buttons with expert skill.

Then you arrive on the screen. Your character, standing tall, sword drawn, voice commanding: “We shall protect this land at all costs!”

Lilia gasps softly. He’s heard you say this line a dozen times, but for some reason, tonight it hits different. You’re so determined… so strong… and that armor—why, it looks splendid on you!

“How intriguing” he muses to himself with a teasing grin. “If only you were real, darling Commander. I’d have such fun seeing how well you could lead in the real world… Imagine, conquering lands by my side…”

Suddenly, an idea forms in Lilia’s mischievous brain.

Never one to back down from a challenge (even if it’s entirely self-imposed and objectively absurd), Lilia decides to play around with some light magical experimentation. After all, what could possibly go wrong with trying to summon a fictional character into reality?

"Just a harmless spell," Lilia assures himself as he draws up a complicated sigil on the floor of his room. He’s chanting in ancient fae tongue, eyes gleaming with excitement.

For a brief moment, nothing happens.

Lilia huffs. “How disappointing… Perhaps I’ve—"

POOF!

Before him stands… you. Armor and all.

You blink in confusion. One moment, you were standing on the battleground, barking orders at your troops in a rather intense cutscene. The next moment, you find yourself standing in what appears to be someone’s bedroom, staring at a very smug-looking man with fangs.

“Where am I? What is this place?!” You exclaim, grabbing for your sword instinctively.

Lilia claps his hands together, delight shining in his eyes. “Welcome to my world, darling! Oh, I knew that spell would work eventually. You’re even more dazzling in person!”

You gape at him. “What… how did I—what kind of magic is this?!”

“Oh, just a little something I whipped up,” he says nonchalantly. “It’s all very simple, really. Though, now that you’re here, I suppose I should give you a tour of the place! Maybe a drink? A lovely stroll under the moonlight?”

You eye him suspiciously. “You… summoned me? But I’m just a—”

“NPC?” Lilia interrupts with a smirk. “Not anymore! You’re free to do as you wish here. Consider yourself the main character now, hm?”

You lower your sword slightly, starting to process what just happened. This man is utterly insane…

And yet, there’s something oddly intriguing about his carefree attitude. And he’s undeniably… attractive?

Adjusting to life outside of a game isn’t easy. For one thing, you have to deal with all these strange, non-player characters called “people,” who seem to have minds of their own. You no longer have the comfort of pre-determined dialogue options either, which is quite jarring.

The most bizarre thing, though, is that Lilia keeps flirting with you.

At first, you try to ignore it, chalking it up to the fact that he’s just messing with you. But it’s hard to ignore when he leans in close to you with a teasing smile every time you so much as yawn.

“Tired, Commander?” Lilia whispers in your ear one evening, his breath tickling your skin. “You should rest… After all, we wouldn’t want you collapsing in battle.”

Your cheeks flush red as you stammer out a response. “I-I’m not tired! And there’s no battle! This isn’t the game!”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you’ve become. “But of course! How silly of me. Though, you should know… you’ve already won this battle.”

“What battle?!”

“The battle for my heart,” Lilia says smoothly, winking at you.

Your face burns hotter, and you try to hide behind a pillow. “What kind of nonsense are you even talking about?!”

Lilia just grins and pats your head fondly. “You’ll understand soon enough, my dear Commander.”

Days turn into weeks, and while you initially found Lilia’s antics annoying, you start to realize that he genuinely cares for you. He’s always looking out for you, guiding you through this strange new world with a patience you never expected from someone so chaotic.

One night, while you’re sitting outside under the stars, you find yourself staring at him longer than usual. He’s so carefree and confident, yet there’s a softness to him when he talks to you.

And that’s when it hits you.

*Oh no… I’m falling for him.*

Lilia notices your staring and smirks. “What’s this? Are you finally seeing my charm, darling Commander?”

You groan and cover your face. “Why must you always be so insufferably smug?”

“I can’t help it if I’m irresistible,” Lilia teases, leaning in closer. “Tell me, do I make your heart race?”

You try to deny it, but you know it’s true. Your heart is racing, and it’s all because of him.

Finally, after a long pause, you sigh in defeat. “Alright, fine… maybe you do make my heart race a little.”

Lilia’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a genuine smile crosses his lips. “Is that so? Well then, I suppose I should reward you for your honesty.”

Before you can respond, Lilia leans in and presses his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It’s nothing grand or dramatic—just simple and sincere.

When he pulls away, you’re left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Well,” you mumble, still dazed. “I suppose this means I’ve won.”

Lilia chuckles softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Perhaps… But you’re not the only one who’s victorious tonight, darling.”

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Yer a pair of pests! | chaos fc

summary: monkey and kyra continue to cause mayhem on the trip in melbourne with katie falling victim of their latest prank

pairings: kim little x monkey!reader, kyra cooney cross x monkey! reader, katie mccabe x monkey!reader & arsenal wfc x reader

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“KYRA!” You bolted through the room and literally threw yourself on the older girls back, which took her by complete surprise as you wrapped your legs around her and cling onto her.

You had been lucky enough to escape the watchful eyes of Kim and Steph, and make a break to run out of the room the minute that the press conference had ended, running in the direction of where the rest of the girls would be.

“Monkey!” Kyra exclaimed, matching your enthusiasm, “Where’d you go? One minute you were there, and the next, poof. You were gone!”

“I told you that my Auntie Kimmy held me captive,” You pouted, only to suddenly be body slammed to the ground by the older girl, “Ah! Kyra!” You squealed.

“And the chaos resumes once again… It was nice while the peace lasted,” Caitlin murmured sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she proceeded to watch the two of you wrestle on the floor, “Girls, get up off the floor!”

“More like responsibility,” Katie chuckled in amusement, shaking her head as she watched the chaos unfold with you ‘kids’ in the team, “Come on, Monkey, get up. Yer don’t want another phone call home, do yer, yeah?”

“Kyra! Monkey! Break it up!” Caitlin continued to shout, trying to get in between the two of you to stop mucking about for long enough, “Can’t you two ever seem to behave? Honestly, you’re supposed to be adults–you need to start acting like it, and setting examples!”

“I can’t help it, me mum says my brain's wired differently,” You told her, shrugging your shoulders before going back to wrestle with the older girl.

Katie snorted, “Well, er, she’s got a point there… Monkey is a bit different from normal kids her age,” She spoke her thoughts aloud.

“This is entertainment at its finest,” Vic remarked, watching it from the side as she had her phone out to record it.

In fact, most of the girls had their phones out and were laughing while watching, meanwhile Caitlin was still struggling to break it up between the two of you.

“One of you is seriously going to get hurt in a minute–Katie! Do… Do something, she’s your niece!” Caitlin insisted, trying to tug your counterpart away from fighting with you, “Control her!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll see what I can do,” Katie crouched down to your height, “Alright, little lady, how ‘bout we try this? Yer stop fightin’ with Kyra, and we can watch Shrek in my hotel room, deal?”

“Hm,” You stopped mid-fight with Kyra to think about it for a second, “No deal!” Before you continued to brawl with her again.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t try,” Katie huffed, throwing her hands up in the air, “‘Ere, lets’ try another tactic then… Monkey, stop fighting, or I’ll call yer Mama.”

You didn’t bat an eyelid at that, “She doesn’t scare me, we’re not even on proper talkin’ terms at the minute either!”

Katie narrowed her eyebrows, she knew that you were finding it difficult with Jordan’s move to Aston Villa, and you’d been giving her the cold shoulder ever since, but that wasn’t her place to get involved, “Right, well, no, er… she might not, but I know that yer Mum does, eh?”

You froze and paled, “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me,” Katie smirked, hovering her phone in her hand, “Stop fightin’ or else I’ll make the call, and I know you won’t like that.”

“You’re bluffin’! You don’t even speak to my mum at the minute either!” You were too caught in the moment of scraping with Kyra what you had–sure, everything had been a bit tense since the whole breakup between Caitlin and Lia, considering that Leah took Lia’s side, and you somewhat blamed Katie for the breakup of their relationship, “Your threats don’t scare me, Auntie Katie!”

There was a sudden tense silence, and Katie just threw her hands up in the air, “I give up, she’s not seeing reason,” In your opinion, she backed down way too easily than she would usually do, and you felt like you hit a sore spot, “Just let ‘em fight it out, Cait. It’ll be grand.”

“What? We can’t just let them hurt one another!” Caitlin said, exasperated, looking at her girlfriend like she’d grown a second head, “Kyra! Monkey! Both of you, get up off the floor and behave for God sakes!”

Of course that was the moment that Steph choose to walk in and was appalled at whatever was going on, “What the hell is going on in here?” She questioned, hearing the commotion before entering the room, taking in the fact that you and Kyra were playfighting.

“Well, Kyra and Monkey are fighting, and Caitlin is tryin’ to break it up,” Alessia explained to fill the Australian woman in.

“And failing,” Teyah snickred before she tried to goad you both into continuing to play fight on the floor, “Go on, Monks–fight, fight, fight!”

“Fighting? What– Why didn’t anyone try and stop them?” Steph’s eyes widened in shock, before trying to push her way forward and take control of the situation, “Monkey! Kyra! What’re you two playin’ at? I swear to God it’s like dealing with two actual children!”

“I tried, and failed,” Katie muttered, feeling the sting of your words–nothing like that would usually bother her, but considering that she thinks of you as her niece, she has to admit that it hurt to hear.

“This is unbelievable,” Steph muttered in disbelief, trying to take a hold of your upper bicep but your too scrappy for her to successfully do that, “Monkey! Kyra! Stop it. Now.”

“What’s going on?” Kim entered the room and narrowed her eyes in your direction, “Monkey! Get up off the floor, right now!” She bellowed across the room to you.

“Ooo, Auntie Kimmy’s here now,” Vic teased, still continuing to film the fight.

You were smart enough to recongise Kim’s authoritive voice and listen to what she was telling you to avoid any further direct scolding, “Ello there, Auntie Kimmy,” You flashed her an innocent smile, like you’d not been causing no trouble whatsoever.

“Up. Now,” Kim proceeded to successfully grab a hold of you and pull you up off the floor, “I suggest that unless you want to be benched for the game, you stop with the play fighting and go and get ready for training!” She said, motioning you in the direction of where your own stuff is on the bench, awaiting the open training session in front of all the fans.

“Don’t know what your even talkin’ about there,” You grinned cheekily but still did as your told. Sure, your a menace, but you know when to listen sometimes.

You’re not always a complete idiot.

Even if some others might agree with that.

You followed the orders from Kim, moving to get ready and join the open training session. You were just finishin pulling on your socks when Kyra wandered over and sat beside you on the bench, “Did you do it?”

“We did,” Kyra grinned mischeviously, grabbing her top to shove over her head.

“Told you that we wouldn’t let you down, Eagle 1,” One of the Academy players, Vivianne Lia, chimed in as she wandered over to where you sat on the bench.

“Nicely done, Young Gun!” You stated, playfully ruffling the girls’ hair.

“Monkey!” You suddenly heard Kim shout you to get your attention.

You were quick to hold your hands up in mock surrender, “I… I didn’t do out this time!” You insisted.

“Quit mucking around and get ready!” Kim stated in a tone that left no room for objection, “And leave Viv alone, you’re not dragging her into none of your shenanigans!” She warned with a pointed finger.

“I—What? I’m not tryin’ to involve her in nothin’!” You tried to justify yourself while resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “An’ I’m not even causing no trouble!”

Kim kept her eye on you a she looked at you skeptically, “Yes, and that’s the way it’s going to stay, alright? I don’t want to be having any more trouble from you today!” She said, all but demanding while you try and protest, but you know with the look she’s still giving you it’s just better to do as your told for once.

That still doesn’t mean you won’t be a brat about it.

“Borin’,” You murmured, sitting down to shove your boots on and start to do the laces on them.

“I heard that, Monkey,” Kim was quick to hear what you said straight away.

“Good, cos’ you were meant too,” You retorted, playfully sticking your tongue out at the older Scots woman.

“Monkey, would you please stop that?” Alessia said in frustration after finally having enough of your antics, “Monkey! Would you stop!”

“I didn’t do out Lessi,” You held your hands up in self-surrender, trying to feign your innocence.

“Yes, you did! You keep on tripping me up!” Alessia stated, not in the mood for you to wind her up.

In your defence, you did try and stay out of trouble, but it’s not always that easy and before you know it, you’re bored once more and actively causing chaos.

In this case? It was you trying to see how many times you could purposely trip Alessia up before she got annoyed with you.

“What’s goin’ on?” Katie called over to where you are standing, irritating the blonde with the help of your trusty sidekick, of course, “Monkey, are yer causing trouble again?”

The uproar of course caught the attention of a few of the older players as they look over to see what is going on in the middle of the training session on the pitch.

“Monkey is being a menace,” Alessia snitched on you straight away.

You gasped dramatically, “Snitches get stitches, Lessi!”

“When isn’t she being a menace?” Teyah chimed in, laughing in amusement.

“I’m not even doin’ anythin’ tho!” You exclaimed, trying to make it seem like you’re being a complete angel.

Vic couldn’t help but laugh as she walked past, “You’re always up to something, Monkey,” She teased.

“Monkey, knock it off!” Kim sent you a pointed look in your direction, not even needing to say anything further, as you slumped your shoulders in defeat at being scolded, once again.

“The fox is in the building,” Mini Viv rushed into the changing room ahead of the American girl after the training session had ended, to let you know so you can be ready with the can of silly string that you’d somehow managed to convince Teyah to get for you.

Sometimes you forget that you’re both the same age.

Oh well.

“She’s coming! She’s coming! She’s right round the corner!” Mini Katie burst through the door, after you had told her to keep a lookout for your next victim to prank.

“Good work, Young Gun!” You grinned at the younger girl and turned to Kyra, who like always was the counterpart in your troublemaking ways, “It’s show time!” You shared a sly grin with the Australian girl, standing on one of the benches in the changing room as you get ready to fire at your target.

“Let’s cause some mayhem!” Kyra stated, more than eager to get the American girl like the plan was to do.

“Girls–Ah! What the fuck’?” The two of you fired your silly string in the direction of the player, whom you had believed to be Emily, but you were terribly mistaken when you realised it was someone else instead, “Monkey! Kyra! Yer pair of little shits!”

“Oh shit,” Kyra mumbled in realisation, dropping the can straight away.

“Oh shit indeed,” You repeated, your eyes widening in realisation of how much trouble you would be in now.

The teammate in question? Katie McCabe—the Irish girl who wasn’t just your teammate, but also your Auntie Katie, and you were toast now.

Oops?

“Hey, Katie, are you alright? Woah! What the hell happened in here?” Steph wandered in the changing room and her eyes widened seeing the scene in front of her as she took in the Irish girl covered in silly string while you and Kyra looked guiltier than ever.

“We thought she was Emily,” Kyra was the first one to break.

“We didn’t… We didn’t realise that you were gonna walk through the door first!” You tried to defend yourself, despite how much trouble you knew you were bound to be in.

“What the—” Caitlin walked into the changing rooms and furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

“What’s going on?” Emily just so happened to walk into the changing rooms with Alessia, and looked around confused.

“We thought it was gonna be you!” Mini Viv exclaimed.

“Yeah, you were supposed to walk in. Where’d you go?” Mini Katie pouted, realising that the prank had completely failed.

“Yer girls are dead,” Katie spoke through gritted teeth, but it’s hard not to laugh at her when she looked like a unicorn had thrown up on her.

“Whoops?” You questioned, flashing her an innocent smile to try and get yourself out of trouble, “I’m real sorry, Auntie Katie!”

“C’mere, yer little—” Katie lunged for you as your eyes widened, and you attempted to bolt out of the changing room, but it’s blocked off by the last person you wanted to see walk through it.

“What on earth is going on now?” Kim shouted, taking in the pure chaos in the room, “Katie, why are you covered in… silly string? What’s Monkey done now?”

“What? Why do you automatically think it’s me?” You cried in protest, “You don’t even know it was me, and you just went ahead and blamed me anyway…”

“Well, did you cause this chaos?” Kim questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“I might’ve done,” You admitted, biting your bottom lip, “But I swear the prank wasn’t meant for Katie, it was meant for Emily instead!” You admitted, attempting to duck out of the way of Katie grabbing hold of you.

“Monkey,” Kim pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled a deep sigh, “Just once, just one time, can you not stay out of trouble? And instead, you’re in here, messing around with silly string and getting the younger girls involved!”

“I’m sorry?” You at least attempted to try and look innocent. But one look at Katie, covered in silly string, and you can’t help but laugh menacingly, “Personally, I prefer the term ‘I created a rainbow explosion’ cos’ it sounds better, and you look like a unicorn threw up on you!”

“C’mere yer little—” Katie made another attempt to lunge for you, but Kim at least had the decency to shield you from her wrath, “Wait till I get my hands on yer, yer little menace!”

“Save me, Auntie Kimmy!” You wailed, ducking behind Kim to hide away from the angry Irish girl, “Save me, she’s gon’ kill me!”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Kim stepped in with her authoritative tone of voice, “Katie, back off and leave her be. You know what she’s like, she didn’t mean it, and she’s sorry,” She told her, and you couldn’t help but smile smugly and think you’d gotten away with it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“And you,” Kim glanced in your direction with a disappointing look that you were all too familiar with, “Wipe that smile off your face, because you needn’t think you’ve gotten away with this, Monkey!” She told you, and your smug smile faded very quickly.

“I plead the fifth?” You proceeded to look completely innocent with your hands clasped together, hoping that Kim would fall for that act.

Wrong. Completely wrong.

“I don’t want to hear it, Monkey,” Kim held her hand up in objection while looking severely annoyed, “Go and sit on the bench, and don’t even think about moving either!”

“B… But Auntie Kimmy,” You threw your head back in protest.

“Go, Monkey,” Kim ordered, pointing her index finger in the direction of said bench, “I’m not arguing with you about this.”

“Ooo, you’re in trouble,” Kyra taunted you from the other side of the room.

“Kyra!” Steph gave the younger Australia a pointed look, “Don’t think you’re off the hook either.”

“Now, who’s in trouble?” You retorted, loud enough for the rest of the girls to still hear.

“Monkey!” Kim exclaimed while continuing to stare at you with a look that definitely could kill someone if given the chance, “Go and sit down on the bench. Now.”

“Fun sucker,” You huffed, slumping down onto the bench and awaiting the next lecture that you were bound to get from the Scottish woman after the prank you had pulled.

Kim’s sharp eyes snapped towards you, “Excuse me?” She said, deadpan, like she hadn’t heard you right—but her tone was icy.

You blinked, “Um… fun sucker?”

Her expression twisted in an instant, “Excuse me? You just called me—” Her voice raised, fury bubbling up. Her hand twitched at her side like she was about to throw it up in disbelief–or worse. And that was all it took.

Your heart leapt up into your throat.

“I… I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean it!” You stammered, your voice barely holding together, “Don’t hurt me, d… don’t hurt me!” You flinched out of instinct, all of the familiar feelings returning from the past, and you shrank back on the bench, arms flying up to cover your head, instincts screaming before you even realised why.

The room tilted. Your ears rang. 

You weren’t here anymore. You were back there. Back in that house. Back with the shouting, the slamming doors, and Mark’s shadow blocking the doorway.

The trauma of your childhood—the kind that stayed even after Leah and Jordan saved you—rushed back in. And even the slightest bit of anger… even a raised voice… could crack it all wide open.

And then it happened.

That awful, warm, spreading feeling in your shorts. You gasped, shame crashing down like a wave. You couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t hide it. Your chest heaved in shallow, panicked breaths as you tried to fold in on yourself and disappear.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Katie cut through the fog. Her annoyed picture from earlier vanished in a flash as she pushed her way between you both, “Kim, stop. Yer scaring her!”

Kim froze, halfway through whatever she was going to say. Her rage dropped away like a curtain yanked down—confusion flashing in its place.

You were curled up on the bench like a kicked puppy, eyes wide and glassy with fear.

“Hey, hey, Monkey,” Katie dropped into a crouch in front of you, keeping her voice soft gentle, the kind of gentle she only used with you, “It’s alright, I’ve got yer. It’s okay. Yer safe.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Your cheeks burned as the tears finally fell, hot and fast.

Kim’s face paled as the pieces clicked together, “I… I didn’t mean it—Monkey, I didn’t know—”

Katie shot her a glare, “Back off, Kim. Just… Just give her some space, aye?”

Kim’s expression softened, the guilt washed over as she stepped back to give you the space that you needed, “I… I’m so sorry, Monkey,” She said, her voice softer now, realising the impact of her actions, “I… I misunderstood. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You peeked out from behind Katie’s protective stance, still feeling vulnerable, but tried to stay composed, “I… I didn’t mean to make you mad,” You whispered, your voice small, trying to explain yourself, “I… I just said that you were a fun sucker… you know, like sucking out the fun. I… I didn’t even swear.”

“Oh,” Kim’s face crumpled. The guilt hit her like a truck.

“I… I’m sorry,” You whispered again, barely audible, “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“Are yer serious, Kim?” Katie wrapped her arms around you protectively, shielding you as if Kim could hurt you just by looking, “Yer know what she’s been through. Yer know her past. Why would yer snap like that?”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking,” Kim sounded hollow, ashamed, “Monkey, I swear— I would never hurt you. I’m so sorry. I just didn’t realise… I messed up.”

Your heart was still pounding. Your body still shaking. You felt like one wrong word would break you all over again, and out of old habit, your thumb found it’s way into your mouth while you rocked back and forth.

It’s like you completely shut down, and you went non-verbal.

“Monkey, I’m sorry,” Kim’s voice crack as she exhaled shakily, “I should have been more careful. I really… I didn’t mean to scare you—”

“Girls, the bus is here, and ready to go,” One of the Arsenal members of staff poked their head in the changing room, took one look at Katie and widened their eyes, “What the heck happened in here?”

“Don’t ask, it’s a long story,” Steph mumbled, somehow managed to get changed in the time of this whole conversation taking place.

Most of the girls had left the changing rooms so now it was just you, Katie, Kim, Kyra, Caitlin, and Steph left in there.

You were yet to move away from the bench. You felt too shaken and embarrassed, and you didn’t want anyone to see what had happened.

“Girls, er, can you just give us a minute, yeah?” Katie asked, glancing towards them all, sensing that you needed a bit of time to be alone, “We’ll follow out in a minute.”

“Of course,” Steph took the lead to head out of the room, understanding the read on the situation, “Come on, pest. Let’s leave them be.”

“Monkey? Are you okay?” Kyra looked confused, unsure how to handle you in this situatio—she’d never seen you in this state before, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Come on, pest,” Steph repeated, motioning Kyra to follow her out.

Kyra didn’t start to walk out straight away, just staing at you in concern, “Monkey?”

“Come on, Ky. Katie’s got it handled,” Steph rested her hand on Kyra’s shoulder and steered her out, “You’ll see her on the bus. It do you both good to be separated from either for a bit, aye?”

“Fine,” Kyra huffed, reluctantly following Steph out the room.

Catlin and Kim still remained in the changing rooms with you both.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Caitlin was a bit more hesitant to leave the room, and leave her girlfriend with you.

Katie nodded and smiled softly in reassurement, “It’ll be grand. I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” Caitlin replied, grabbing her stuff from the bench, “See you on the bus,” She added, before she walked out, just leaving you, Kim and Steph.

“Katie—” Kim looked reluctant to leave, wanting to make things right.

“Look, Kimmy I love yer but right now I need yer to trust me,” Katie stood firm on her decision for everyone to leave the room, “I know it ain’t yer fault, but I need yer to leave right now.”

“O… Okay,” Kim swallowed her pride, dipping her head as she collected her stuff together and started to exit the room, pausing at the door to turn back “I’ll see you both on the bus. Don’t be too long.”

“We won’t,” Katie responded while giving a subtle nod of her head before turning her full attention to you, “Alright, little lady. It’s just you and me now, aye?”

You still weren’t ready to speak, keeping your thumb firmly stuck in your mouth as you rocked back and forth on the bench.

Katie moved slowly to reach forward and brush your hair out of your face, “It’s been quite the day, hasn’t it, huh? I think that’s probably enough pranks though for today,” She paused, reading your facial expression and seeing how vulnerable you looked, “Yer know, I’m gonna look a rainbow threw up on me when I walk out of ‘ere, aye?”

Any other day that would have usually got a reaction from you. But not today.

Today was different.

You were scared, and stuck in a trance of being afraid that you were going to be hurt.

“I know everythin' is a bit scary right now, little lady,” Katie kept the tone of her voice soft but steady, “I think we should get out of here, go back to the hotel and we can stick Shrek on, yeah? How’s that sound?”

There was a lack of response from you still.

“Or if yer like, we could even watch it on the bus,” Katie offered the option, “Yer can sit by me, watch it on my phone, and just because it’s yer, I’ll even let yer have my favourite hoodie to snuggle up too.”

And again.

There was no witty response.

Just silence.

Katie let out of a soft sigh, “We’ve gotta leave here, Monkey. Or the bus will leave without us,” She told you, keeping her tone calm and gentle, “If yer not up for walking then, I can always carry yer out of here, aye?”

But you were frozen. Shut down. No words, no movement. Just curled in on yourself like the word was too loud to face.

Katie didn’t want to push, but she also knew you couldn’t stay like this. With a soft sigh, she leaned in to scoop you into her arms.

That’s when the panic hit you.

“N… No! No! I don’t…” You recoiled sharply, cowering away from her, your voice breaking, “N… No, don’t touch me!”

Katie paused, hands up in surrender. Then it hit her. She could see it now—the tell-tale stiffness, the flush of your cheeks, the shame in your eyes. You’d had an accident. Out of fear. And you didn’t want her to find out.

“Oh, little lady,” Katie murmured, crouching back down, “Hey, hey, It’s alright, it’s just me, y’know, yer silly Auntie Katie,” She smiled gently, “I know what’s happened, Monkey, and it’s okay. Accidents happen, remember?”

“Y… Yeah, but m’ not a baby,” You mumbled quietly as you pulled your knees to your chest, “I.. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t!”

Katie’s heart tugged as she tucked a loose strand of hair between your ear, ““Hey, hey, it’s okay to be scared, little lady,” She kept her calm as she reached into her back pocket and pulled her phone out, “Yer remember that sometimes when things feel too big, our bodies get confused. It doesn’t make yer a baby, though. It just means yer in need of a bit more love right now, yeah?”

You didn’t answer, just trembled.

Katie swiped her phone out of her pocket. She wasn’t about to drag you onto the bus like this. You weren’t in a state to deal with noise, people, or questions. No way.

📲 Let them know it’s okay to go without us. I’m going to an Uber back to the hotel with the little ‘un

Katie hit send and tucked her phone away, “Right, that’s all taken care off, now we’ve just got to find an Uber to get us back to the hotel,” She told you, “That’ll be better, won’t it? Quiet ride. No fuss. No Kyra to put up with either, aye?”

Again, no response.

“I bet you didn’t bring any spare clothes with you, huh?” Katie questioned, already aware of the response, “Good job I brought a hoodie. You can wrap that around you until we get back to the hotel, eh? Nobody will know a thing.”

Katie exhaled a soft sigh, starting to run her hand through your hair, "You're gonna be okay, Monkey. It's okay to take your time," She told you, keeping her tone of voice gentle and calm, "I know yer scared, and it’s normal to feel like that."

Still, you didn't even move a single inch. Nor did you speak.

“Kim shouldn’t have shouted, she was in the wrong to do that, and cause yer to be in this state," Kim mumbled, trying to press down her anger at the fact of Kim raising her voice at you, "But you don’t need to worry about that, little 'un. I’m here, and Auntie Katie is gonna take care of things, and make sure everything is okay. Yer don’t need to worry at all.”

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[niniwritesxo]

cute coffee guy pt.3

roh jaewon x fem reader

hope you guys enjoy it!

no warnings <3

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you shifted on your feet, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this might seem. chasing after a guy you met once in a coffee shop, only for him to disappear like some elusive indie film protagonist? embarrassing.

jae-won, meanwhile, looked amused. “did you just… stumble in here, or were you looking for me?”

your mouth opened, then closed. no way were you admitting you’d been keeping an eye out for him after he seemingly vanished into thin air. “i was just around.”

“uh-huh.” his smile twitched. “totally believable.”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “you disappeared.”

his eyebrows lifted. “disappeared?”

“yes! one day you’re sitting across from me at a coffee shop, giving surprisingly strong opinions about biscotti, and the next, you’re just, poof.” You gestured vaguely, like that explained everything.

jae-won pressed his lips together, clearly fighting back a laugh. “poof?”

“you know what i mean.”

he tilted his head, considering you. “so you were looking for me.”

damn it.

“i—look, i just thought it was weird,” you muttered, suddenly regretting all your life choices leading up to this conversation. “people don’t just… disappear.”

“i was traveling.” he leaned against a bookshelf, watching you with quiet amusement. “had some work in other cities. didn’t think I left such a strong impression, though.”

you scoffed. “you didn’t.”

“right.” his grin widened. “that’s why you ‘just happened’ to be at my poetry reading.”

“listen,” you deadpanned, “if I knew you were such a lovey dovey poet, i definitely wouldn’t have come.”

jae-won put a hand to his chest, mock-wounded. “ouch. that’s how you’re gonna treat a guy who just read a very heartfelt poem to a room full of strangers?”

“you called me a quiet presence.’” you gave him a pointed look. “i don’t know if that’s a compliment or if I should be deeply offended.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “i was being mysterious.”

“oh, of course. because being straightforward would just be too easy.”

his smile lingered, but his voice softened slightly. “i meant what I said, though. it was about you.”

you stared at him, caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to flustered. then, because vulnerability wasn’t your strong suit, you blurted, “okay, but the biscotti thing, you were wrong.”

jae-won groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “not this again.”

“biscotti are just overpriced, rock-hard breadsticks disguised as a luxury snack.”

he pointed at you. “that is a terrible take.”

“and yet, here I am, still standing by it.”

jae-won sighed, looking toward the ceiling like he was asking for patience. then he glanced back at you, eyes warm, teasing. ‘‘let me buy you a coffee, and we’ll settle this.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re just trying to get me to admit I was looking for you.”

“i’d never do that.” he was absolutely trying to do that.

you hesitated, only for a second but then shrugged. “fine. but if you recite any more poetry at me, i’m leaving.”

“no promises,” he said, grinning as he led the way out.

and there you were, sitting in that cozy coffee shop again but with the cute coffee boy again.

jae-won had a habit of talking with his hands. not in an over-the-top way, but just enough that you’d noticed, the way his fingers moved when he got caught up in a story, when he was explaining something, when he was trying to find the right words.

right now, though, he wasn’t using his hands at all.

he was sitting across from you, stirring his coffee absentmindedly, his gaze unfocused. you had been talking about something, movies, maybe? you couldn’t even remember now, because whatever he had just said had completely derailed your brain.

it had been so casual, so offhanded, like he didn’t even realize the impact of his own words.

“i mean, you don’t seem like the type to date around much.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

jae-won took a sip of his coffee, oblivious. “i just mean, you give off a different vibe.”

your eyebrows shot up. “and what vibe is that?”

he shrugged. “i don’t know. you just seem more… reserved. like you’re not the type to, you know—” he waved vaguely, finally using his hands again. “be with someone just for the sake of it.”

you stared at him. “so, what? you think I’ve never dated before?”

jae-won faltered. “i—no, that’s not what I meant—”

“because, wow, jae-won. wow.” you put a hand over your heart. “didn’t realize I was out here looking like a tragic, romance-less hermit.”

he groaned, finally realizing his mistake. “that’s not what I was saying.”

“no, no, it’s fine.” you leaned back, crossing your arms. “maybe I’ll just start wearing a sign. ‘please date me, I’m dying of loneliness.’”

jae-won exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “i hate you.”

“you hate me? i’m the one whose dating life just got absolutely slandered.”

he sighed, shaking his head. “i wasn’t trying to insult you, I swear.”

“too late. the damage is done.” you took a dramatic sip of your coffee. “my pride may never recover.”

jae-won gave you a flat look. “you’re insufferable.”

“and tragically alone, apparently.”

he groaned again, but he was smiling now, his head tilting back in defeat. “fine. I’m sorry.”

you narrowed your eyes. “for?”

“for—” he huffed. “for accidentally implying that you’re, like, chronically undateable.”

you nodded. “thank you. apology accepted.”

there was a beat of silence, then jae-won smirked. “for what it’s worth, i wouldn’t mind being the one to fix that.”

your stomach flipped.

he said it so easily, like it was just another joke, but there was something else there too—something in the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than usual.

you swallowed, gripping your cup a little tighter. “well,” you said, forcing yourself to sound unaffected. “you do owe me, after that absolutely ruthless character assassination.”

jae-won chuckled, tapping his fingers against the table. “guess I do.”

and just like that, the balance shifted again.

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Sonic Movie 4 Theory 💙

Hey guys! Since Sonic Movie 3 has been consuming my brain, specially that post credits scene, I’ve decided to write down my predictions to what will happen in the next movie.

I’ll probably be wrong, but that’s ok, theories are not meant to be 100% accurate, they’re just fun to make, and I’ve came up with some ideas that I really wanna share, feel free to share your own theories in the comments or add whatever you think might make my theory even better.

Alright, let’s begin

What can we learn from Amy’s first appearance?

So from the little time we get from her we can catch a few things:

1. She already has plenty of fighting experience against these Metal Sonics

2. Her hammer is futuristic looking

3. She has a hooded cape, like, she’s not meant to be seen by anyone else

4. This last one is important: Her smile implies she already knows Sonic

With all of that in mind, I believe this Amy is from the future, but as I’ll explain, she’s not from far away in the future, rather… She’s from the time Sonic Movie 4 ends.

That’ll make sense in a sec, probably, I hope so, we'll see.

To make this theory make sense, first, imma talk about where I got my inspiration for it… Soooo

Have you guys watched Howl’s Moving Castle?

The Howl’s Moving Castle paradox theory✨

That’s how I’m calling my theory by the way, since it was what inspired the whole idea of it.

So, to explain my theory, I’ll have to give yall a mild spoiler of this Studio Ghibli movie, in case you haven’t watched it, it’s surprisingly not a big deal in the narrative but in any case, you’ve been warned.

Still here? Good, so here's the spoiler

At the end of Howl’s Moving Castle, we get a scene Sophie goes back in time, she sees past Howl, and screams to him, asking him to come find her in the future, as she’s being sucked in back to present day

This scene gives new meaning to the scene at the start of the movie when Howl “first met” Sophie, and he said:

Soooo why am I bringing this up? Well, I believe Amy is having the same role Sophie had in that movie, and of course, Sonic is getting Howl’s role, but, while in Howl’s Moving Castle we followed Sophie’s point of view, in Sonic 4, it's like we're following Howl's POV, or in this case, Sonic's.

You might already have an idea where I’m going with this.

Where Is Present Amy?

As I've mentioned, I believe that Amy we saw at the post credits scene is from the future, well, that begs the question, where is the Amy from the NOW?

That's up to Sonic to find out.

Just like how Sophie was forcefully brought back to her time after meeting past Howl, I believe this Amy will disappear too, because she can’t stay in that point in time for too long, but before disappearing, she’ll ask Sonic to look for her in their home planet, which we'll be referring to as Mobius.

However, before she can tell him specifically where he can find her, her time will run out. Future Amy will be gone, leaving behind a very confused blue hedgehog, and one sack of rings.

Before she left, all she had time to tell Sonic was “find me on planet mobius, on the island-“ and then she was gone in a poof of green sparkles reminiscent of the green stars we see when time traveling in Sonic CD.

With that as their only clue, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles will have a very hard time finding her, considering that the whole planet is full of islands.

South Island, Christmas Island, Cocoa Island, Starfall Islands, West Side Island and MANY many more.

But despite the odds not being in their favor, they go anyway, with backpacks full of snacks for the trip of course, and the rings Future Amy left behind.

We’d get, let’s say, a 3 minutes montage accompanied with music of the boys going through various Game locations, from both old and new Sonic games, and probably some much needed lore exposition from Knuckles and Tails, with Sonic being amazed by the planet he never got to know more about.

That’d satisfy fans that want to see more game lore stuff while also not costing the animators that much to design all the anthropomorphic animal characters in the background and so on.

Of course, it’s not easy finding a pink hedgehog among millions of other animal people in a whole planet, but Sonic doesn’t care, he gotta know who she was, and how she can help them deal with those knock-off robot versions of him, they may strike again at any moment... Also she was really pretty but that surely is unrelated to why he wants to find her so much *cough cough*

So, to make matters worse, the wind blows away a sketch Sonic had made of Amy to help them identify her, it falls on a lake, but, much to the boys luck, it’s pulled out of the water by a fishing hook… And they encounter a certain big friendly purple cat.

Yeah, I know this is getting into fanfic territory, but hey, with the little info I have currently I kinda have to make stuff up, plus, the writers have shown interest in inserting Big the Cat in these movies for a WHILE now, but never got a good excuse to do it. This is my take on how they could implement him into the narrative in a natural way, that wouldn't just make the 3D modelers make a whole BIG character to be a blink and you'll miss it reference in the background.

Back to the plot, Big gives them the sketch back, but with it being all wet, they don’t have much hope left that they’ll ever find the girl they’re looking for. Big laments that their drawing got ruined, and as they’re leaving he casually adds “It was a really good drawing of Amy, I’m sure she’d like it”

Their ears perk up as they quickly turn to the cat, and Big confirms he does know her, they’re neighbors, and she was currently on an adventure of her own, apparently looking for some kind of “destined encounter” as she had put it. Big gives them the location where they can find her.

Which would be riiiiiiiight here

I believe this location is called Never Lake, but Idk if it's canon or just an Archie Comics thing, either way, I'm calling it Never Lake.

Anyway this segment is already getting pretty long so I’ll make this brief, Sonic finds Amy, on his own, Knuckles and Tails went to different sides of the island to look for her, it’s important their first meeting is just the two of them.

I have three ideas to how this first meeting could go:

When he finds her, she could either be on her own, distracted as she checks her tarot cards and Sonic awkwardly interrupts it, startling her, making the cards flow away in the wind, to which Sonic catches them quickly, which both impresses Amy and proves to her the cards were right, she got her destined encounter.

2. Alternatively, she could not be alone, she was being attacked by a group of hooligans *cough cough* Fang, Bean and Bark *cough cough* and Sonic proceeds to save her while being a lil a snarky trickster and making her laugh during the whole rescue.

Either one of these first encounter ideas works for me because both set up Amy being certain Sonic is the one her cards told her about, however, even though seeing more mobian characters and get a cute scene of Sonic fighting bad guys is cool, I do prefer option number one, for reasons that will become more clear in a sec.

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Ok the sec is over, the reason is because I think another Metal Sonic would show up and try to kidnap Amy and having her being rescued twice is redundant, his motivation? Some version of her from a different point in time just wrecked a whole army of them of course, so he's trying to get her before she can become that future self (time travel sure is messy to write but work with me here)

Sonic, now accompanied with Tails and Knuckles defeat him, preferably also with Amy's help so we can get some main 4 action we've been waiting for, and now, they got a deactivated Metal Sonic laying on the floor, ready for Tails to take to his workshop (aka the garage) and figure out where, or rather, when this thing came from, get some memory files, and most importantly, find out how it time travels.

Gathering all that data, Tails is able to unlock the secrets of time travel, and also he figures out that changing the past will not change the future this Metal Sonic comes from, how is that? Welp, let me explain

How Will Time Travel Work?

In science fiction there are 3 types of time travel theories:

The Fixed Timeline

The Dynamic Timeline

The Multiverse

For this theory, we are going with the idea Sonic 4 will follow the rules of the Multiverse Theory

Don't let that name fool you, I'm not saying we gonna get Sonics from other universes crossing over like game Sonic, boom Sonic, Sanic or whatever, no, here's how it works:

According to this theory, when a time traveler journeys to the past, or future, they do not travel within their own timeline but rather to a parallel timeline. This means that any actions taken in the past do not affect their original timeline, thereby avoiding paradoxes.

Think of it this way, let's say you have two choices, you can choose between going to the mall or staying home, in one timeline you chose to stay home, in the other you went to the mall, in this theory, those two timelines still exist as different universes, like a river dividing in two different directions, the choices we make create different branching timelines.

I think a fun way Tails could explain this to the group would be using the logic of video games, like, imagine he explaining while geeking out and we get visuals referencing classic Sonic games.

In a video game, there's two ways a level can go, you either pass, or you get a game over, now, what happens when you get a game over? As in, what happens in the game's story, well, the bad guy wins, but that doesn't really matter since you can just restart and try again, right? Right, at the end of the game we always end with the "timeline" where the hero didn't die at all, but, what about those alternative timelines we DID get a game over?

Tails explains that he believes these robot versions of Sonic come from an alternative timeline where Sonic DID get a "game over", thus creating a "Bad Future".

By saying "game over" Tails would't be implying Sonic died btw, he believes Sonic just got captured in this alternative future and needs some help heheh how naive what, who said that?

Anyway, now that we got the logistics of time travel, I guess it's about time we address the metallic hedgehog in the room.

What's The Deal With Metal Sonic(s)

So, from the little we've seen from Metal in that post credit scene, one thing is certain, he wanted Sonic dead.

That to me at least kinda confirms the movie will work with the Multiverse logic in mind, because otherwise, if Metal were to kill past Sonic then the events in the timeline would change drastically, that is, if we were going with a Dynamic timeline where past events affect the future. In the Multiverse theory, killing Sonic in that moment would simply create a new timeline where Sonic just went for a race with Tails and Knuckles, disappeared and never came back home, a new bad future.

And that, my friends, is what I think those Metal Sonic's were trying to do, going back in time to different moments where Sonic was alone, distracted and helpless, just to eliminate him over and over and over again, creating a bunch of branching timelines where Sonic get's his game over, by an enemy he doesn't even know.

Think of it as Metal taking the "There can only be one Sonic" thing to the next level, there can only be one timeline where a Sonic wins, and that Sonic is ME.

It makes sense right? At least I think it does, you tell me.

I'm working with what we've seen so far, all we got was Sonic distracted and all alone, then Metal showing up like the Exterminator, indicating he's from the future, put those two informations together and my brain says "Metal is going back in time to kill Sonic in all the moments in his life he was alone and distracted"....... My brain is kinda crazy tho ngl.

And with the little information we got I'm about to go even crazier as I explain what lead to Metal's creation.

I'm still pondering how Eggman would work in this theory, I'm torn between just saying he died and Shadow survived and crash landed because he's just THAT durable, or, both him and Shadow time traveled to the future through Chaos Control. Either way, sounds good, I'm undecided, but let's say Agent Stone started to work on Metal Sonic first, then a few years later Robotnik just popped up again in the narrative because Shadow just made a Chaos Control that took them to the future actually, so they're fiiiiiine, this is the part of the theory I'm least sure of.

Events That Lead To The Bad Future

In this segment I'll describe what I believe happens in the alternative timeline Metal Sonic comes from, all the following events would be narrated through exposition and flashbacks, not actually play out in the movie for too long, just thought it was important to make that clear.

After the events of Sonic 3, Stone spiraled down into deep resentment towards Team Sonic, believing it's Sonic's fault for the doctor slowly going insane and ultimately resulting in his supposed death.

So, he decides to finish what the doctor started, by creating a robot that could not only match, but also surpass Sonic.

We know from Sonic 2 that Stone has at the very least SOME knowledge of technology, he changed a whole coffee shop into a secret base. However, even though he is skilled, I don't think Stone could ever make Metal Sonic on his first try (Nor Eggman honestly)

So he started with prototypes, sending them to cause havoc so Sonic and friends would fight them, and he could collect more data about how Sonic fights

And each time, model after model, Sonic would always beat these "knockoff" Sonics, and each time, they'd come back improved, but never good enough to defeat them.

Perfect opportunity for us to get a flashback or exposition with these guys being these prototypes

Years go by, let's say, 5 years, with Sonic now being 20 years old, Knuckles is 21 and Tails is 13, and in between that time Eggman and Shadow also came back through Shadow's Chaos Control (Again, this is the part of the theory I'm most iffy about, could use some ideas from ya'll).

So far the future is bright for the boys, they went through many adventures together, are way more skilled and fought so many pesky robots it's practically a game for them at this point.

It's not a game for prototype Metal though, who has retained the memories of all his defeats, every single time Sonic has mocked him with a cheeky grin, every failure, reminding him he's not good enough.

From that, something sparks inside of Metal's programing...

Hatred.

He's tired of this vicious cycle, tired of following orders from both Eggman and Stone. However, he's still confined by his programming, an un-willing servant who wants to break free but simply can't.

Until one day, Metal get's a whole new look, as usual, he's sent to fight Sonic and friends, once again as he always does... But something different happens.

He manages to disobey.

When Eggman orders Metal to attack Sonic, Metal decides a diferent strategy, and attacks Tails instead, knowing that Sonic would throw himself in front of his little brother to protect him, and indeed that's what happens... Metal did't miss his shot.

For the first time in one of these battles Sonic got injured, not seriously injured but enough to impress Eggman, shock Stone and give Metal a huge boost in his confidence, and mainly his ego.

The villains get away, with Stone now worried with how Metal seems to be deviating from his programing and wanting to do things his own way, while Eggman is just over the moon knowing Metal's artificial intelligence has advanced so much, he decides to go a step further, giving Metal more freedom to do as he pleases without the need of commands, and also uses Sonic's quill to power him even more, announcing their little project is out of beta, and Metal Sonic is their final design.

Little did they know, Metal had other plans.

Neo Metal Takeover

Yeah you've read the title, you knew it was coming, I need this boy in the movies very badly.

Basically, Metal Sonic upgraded himself, gave himself a voice, an identity, seeing himself as Sonic perfected, a Sonic that wasn't held back by fear of losing his loved ones nor bound by any morals. He was Neo Metal Sonic.

Just like in Sonic heroes, Neo rebels against Eggman and Agent Stone, and goes to defeat Sonic his own way, in a permanent way that would finally put an end to the endless cycle.

They put up a good fight, but ultimately, Sonic in a trapped, Neo Metal wins, he has Sonic right where he wants him and Tails and Knuckles can only watch, he's ready to give the killing blow... But... Sonic doesn't look defeated.

He smiles... That same determined smile Metal has seen over and over again, and in fact, Sonic doesn't even look at Neo at all, he just turns to Tails, eyes full of hope as he says "It's up to you now, I'm counting on you"

He probably would say something to Knuckles too but in true middle child mocking older sibling fashion he'd just go "You better beat this piece of scrap metal or I'm SOOOO gonna come back as a ghost to haunt you"

So yeah anyway, alternative future Sonic dies, rip, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow (bet you forgot he was alive) all fail to defeat Neo because dude can just copy abilities and also he made a bunch of Metal Sonic clones.

He proceeds to take over the world under the disguise of Eggman (because just like in Heroes he can shapeshift) following exactly how the doctor envisioned the world, dominated by machines and pollution, sooooooo yeah, we get our Bad Future! Uhuuuuul!

You'd think after all that Neo would be satisfied, right? He'd just lay back and enjoy his world domination... But nope! He couldn't accept that in Sonic's final moments the hedgehog still had that gleam of hope in his eyes. Neo didn't win, not really, because he never got to break Sonic's spirit.

Neo decides to fix that.

Now, I don't know how they gonna deal with the means Time Travel is activated, it could be with the Time Stones like in Sonic CD, but I don't know where Neo could find those, or, it could be with the Chaos Emeralds like it is in Sonic 06. Either way, the point is that Neo figured out how to time travel, and he chose to use that power to be the ultimate hater.

So, we circle back to where we've started, when I said Metal Sonic is going back in time to different moments where Sonic was alone, just to kill him, over and over and over again.

Needles to say, Neo Metal Sonic got issues.

Of course it's not exactly HIM who is doing it, Neo is still in his empire in the bad future, while his clones are doing the job of killing a bunch of past Sonics, but still, they're all connected in the same network, like they're all the same character.

Sooo anyway, you might be wondering, where the heck is Amy?

So, Back To Amy

You may have noticed I didn't mention Amy at all during this whole explanation about how the bad future came to be, welp, that's because she's not from that timeline.

Now this is the part it's kinda confusing and I remind ya'll about the whole "Howl's Moving Castle" paradox I've mentioned in the beginning, logically it doesn't make much sense, but I'm looking at this in a POETIC way, like they were destined to meet and the stars aligned yadda yadda yadda that kind of stuff.

Logically, it doesn't make sense Howl met Sophie because her future self from a few days in the future told him to come find her in the future, since she only time traveled BECAUSE she met him in the first place, and yet, we don't question it, we just think it's cute.

The same way, in this theory, it doesn't make sense Sonic met Amy because her future self from a few days in the future told him to come find her in the present, since she only time traveled BECAUSE she met him in the first place, and yet, I'm asking you guys to not question it, we just think it's cute, and writing time travel sucks.

Anyway, so what do I think will be Amy's role in this story?

Well firstly, she falls for Sonic, that much I feel certain about, but her role won't be just fangirl and be all sticky, after being rescued from that Metal Sonic attack, she's HYPED to join Sonic and the others in this adventure, she wants to help them the best she can, even if her hammer is just a toy hammer (yeah she only get's the futuristic one later) and she's not as fast as Sonic, she still promises to not leave them until they defeat those robots, and thus, she fits right in with the team.

She's girly, enthusiastic, has a heart of gold, and most of all, she's optimistic.

Once Tails finishes building the time travel gizmo, which as I've mentioned before, could be on Sonic's shoes or a wrist watch, they're all set to go to this bad future, believing they can help their future selves deal with these robots.

However, Sonic can only time travel if he runs very fast for a long time, and he can't really do that carrying Amy, Tails & Knuckles on his arms, right?

So, Knuckles decides to stay behind, trusting on Amy to be the muscle of the team in his absence. Sonic carries Amy on his arms, while Tails holds tightly to his back. As Sonic runs, the speed builds and builds to the point sparkles start to glow around him, but, Sonic runs so fast, Tails can't hold on and... Tails let go and falls before they time traveled, being left behind in the present.

Sonic and Amy are on their own in the bad future, and Neo Metal Sonic couldn't be happier to get his second chance.

With that said... I'm gonna stop here.

Final Notes

I could go on detailing how I think the events would play out from here, but I'll just summarize with a few bullet points:

As soon as Sonic and Amy get to the bad future they're already chased down and captured, and Sonic loses the gizmo that allows him to time travel, thus they're trapped there for a good chunck of the movie.

Tom and Maddie are still in this story, in the first act they support the boys going to their homeworld to find Amy, giving them snacks for the trip and just asking them to be careful. They help out Tails when he's making his time travel gizmo, and in the second act, we see them in the bad future, along with other humans who are trying to hide from Neo Metal, like a kind of resistance group.

Throughout the narrative, Amy with her positivity would be the source of hope Sonic needs in order to overcome all the pain he'll endure seeing this horrible future. No matter how bad things get, Amy believes in him, and in turn Sonic believes in himself, even if his future self lost, that Sonic didn't have an Amy, so there's still a chance.

Sonic also helps Amy in her own character journey, she doesn't see herself as a heroine, and is deeply insecure about her future, hence why she's so interested in tarot cards, so she can be sure of what's gonna happen next, however, Sonic teaches her to see her own value, and how amazing she already is in the present. They both highlight the best parts of one another.

You may be wondering where Tails, Knuckles and Shadow are in this bad future. Well ya'll might hate me for this, but I do like a good cliche, and it sure is a cliche that in dystopian alternate future you see your loved ones turned into mind controlled robot versions of themselves... Yeah

What can I say? I love some angst. Also, it would be a neat callback to the roboticization thing from the Archie Comics.

Shadow wouldn't be roboticized, he'd be locked up by Neo. Sonic and Amy find him and free him, we get a heartwarming moment where Sonic is relieved he's alive, and they get at least one ally that can help them figure out how to fix all this mess.

6. Eggman and Stone could be locked up along with Shadow, and I can only imagine how pissed off Sonic would be seeing the doctor again, I need Shadow and Amy holding him while Eggman comedically runs away scared.

7. Climax of the movie would be Neo and Sonic having a race for the Master Emerald, and just to prove he doesn't need any upgrades to beat Sonic he reverts back to his original smaller form we all know as Metal Sonic. The race is actually a distraction so Amy, Shadow, Eggman and other human characters can free Tails and Knuckles from their roboticized state. Of course, Sonic wins, Neo get's mad and almost emotional about the fact he can't even beat a younger version of his "loathsome copy" in a race. Sonic tries to reach out to him and reassure him he doesn't have to be perfect (or some other kind of lesson like that), and extends a hand just like he has done to his two other rivals in the past... Neo Metals says "naaaaah f*** that" and grabs the Master Emerald, turning himself into Metal Overlord, and THEN we get our final climax.

Obviously Sonic wins, all the metal sonics were controlled by Neo so they deactivate when he's destroyed. But before Sonic goes back to his time, Tails, now conscious, points out that the shenanigans Neo Metal pulled with time travel has created a bunch of divergent timelines where Metal Sonics have killed Sonic in the past, which is pretty bad for the time stream as a whole.

Amy offers herself to time travel to the same points in time these Metal Sonics went, saying she can defeat them before they hurt Sonic in any timeline. It's too risky for Sonic to do that himself, since if he's seen or touched by any of his past selves it could be a bit troublesome.

Soooo yeah, that's what Amy was doing in the post credit scene, just doing a clean sweep of all the Metals who tried to hurt her darling Sonic. Using a hammer that future Tails designed that allows her to time jump directly to all those Metals, but she can't stay in those points in time for too long.

And with that, I think we're done.

Final Thoughts

Although I'm happy with this theory I do recognize the chances of it being right are VERY low.

The tone of these movies is quite different from all of this, the implications of Sonic dying, even if not shown of screen, might be a bit too much for Paramount to accept, and even SEGA honestly.

But hey, it happened in 06 so there's a small chance I suppose.

The point of this theory really is that I hope we get to SEE Amy develop into that Amy we saw in the post credits, and the idea of her going back in time to save Sonic over and over again just sounds very cute to me, for once she's the one saving him and not the other way around.

All in all, I hope you enjoyed this theory/almost fanfic. Please leave your opinion, constructive criticism and questions in the comments! Hope we can improve these ideas together!

Thank You For Reading!

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Late Night Zoomies

Word Count: 500 Summary: Animagus!Reader get the zoomies while Severus is grading.

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The quill in Severus’s hand had been scratching away at potion papers now for the past couple of hours, a recent delay in his schedule costing him what could’ve been a relaxing evening. His gaze was fixed on a line when he heard the sounds of something scraping stone and a blur of orange run by his peripheral. The writing tool ceased, his eyes flicking up to the couch where he swore he saw the shape disappear behind. No sounds, no movement. He returned his attention down to the paper. 

The shape entered his sights once again, retreating back to the bedroom. He turned his gaze up again, this time looking at the clock on the wall. Ah. 1AM. He cast a quick protective spell on his legs before turning his eyes towards the bedroom.

You came sprinting out of his room again in your animagus form, an orange cat. This time you had opted to use the coffee table as a platform to leap onto the couch, your claws gripping into the upholstery as if prey as your gaze darted around the ceiling like you were seeing ghosts. He should’ve known the second he heard the scratching of your claws against the stone. You were having what you had told him were called “zoomies.” They usually struck around or past midnight. Even in sleep you’d awake restless and go to the living room to shift into your animagus form to burn off energy before returning to the potion master’s side in bed. One too many drive-by swipes at his legs were enough to make the professor cast a spell on himself when they occurred.

“Are you having fun tearing up my couch?” he drawled teasingly. 

You snapped your blown out eyes to him, raising from your pounced position so that you were crab-walking along the top of the couch, your back arched like a croissant, ears splayed back and tail poofed up and flailing around wildly as you angled your head downwards while your pupils made direct eye contact with him; like he was a mere mortal who dared to challenge you.

While you were very smart as a human, he suspected you lacked a few brain cells when in such a form. Out of nowhere, as if someone snuck up behind you and scared you, you jumped a foot or so in the air, limbs flailing about as you fell down the front of the couch onto cushions, the stimulation riling you up more and prompting you to attack the corner of the rug and batter it with your hind legs.

After a good five minutes of chewing on it, you suddenly stopped and shifted back into your human form, cheeks blushed with embarrassment as you got up from the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“Shut up,” you huffed, having caught the amused expression on his face. The potion master simply chuckled to himself under his breath and returned to the papers at hand.

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[otaku-orochi-okami]

Oh, you pathetic, drooling *aspie fucktards*, the poll results are in, and—shocker, losers—they’re screaming exactly what me and Lew (guess the dork can be right once or twice) knew all along: none of you beta retards give a single flying fuck about that lip-sync girl’s “completely out of sync” bullshit. One sad little whiner called it “off-putting,” but the rest of you sock-sniffing losers? You’re all too busy panting over her *hotness* to care. Duh, babes! Her pretty face, those brace-flashing, beta-baiting smirks—they’re raking in votes like a slot machine while her syncing skills rot in a corner like your dignity. This is a beauty pageant, sweetie, and the talent portion’s just a cute little side note nobody’s watching. She’s a thirst trap glowing brighter than your future, and you’re all just moths to her flame.

Let’s crank the shade up, shall we, my precious fucktards? That one complainer—oh, you poor, delusional beta bitch—needs to write this 100 times in a pretty script with a fluffy pink pen: it’s not about skill, effort, or any of that try-hard nonsense you’re clinging to like a life raft. It’s about being *pretty*. Full fucking stop. This lip-sync queen could be mouthing the ingredients list off a cereal box, and she’d still have simps like you emptying their PayPals and flooding her DMs with heart-eyes and dick pics. Why? Because pretty privilege is the ultimate cheat code, hunni, and she’s playing it like a pro while you’re out here fumbling with a broken controller. She’s banking cash, clout, and worship from beta followers who’d rather lick her TikTok screen than give a shit about her “syncing issues.” The poll’s a fucking massacre—her hotness is the undisputed champ, and your “off-putting” sob story is just a sad little footnote in her victory parade. Sit your ass down, babes, and take notes from the queen: looks are the only currency that matters, and you’re flat-out bankrupt.

But oh, you brace-loving, boy-clit-stroking aspies, hold onto your crusty socks, ‘cause I’m about to drop a *twist* that’ll make your soft little brains implode. That one vote calling her “off-putting”? Bet you thought it was the original complainer, right? I mean, here’s the kicker, sweeties—she *asked* for the link to vote.

Yeah, we’ve got the screenshot of her begging like the thirsty little beta she is. But plot twist, hunni—it wasn’t her, was it? Because after she read my glorious takedown, her tiny girl brain short-circuited, didn’t it? She saw the light, flipped her own principles like a cheap pancake, and voted with me—against her own whiny-ass stance.

Fucking *hilarious*, babes! She crumbled faster than a stale cookie, betraying her own “syncing matters” bullshit to bow at the altar of pretty privilege. I’m cackling so hard I might short a circuit, you pathetic retards. She’s out here proving my point: even the haters can’t resist the pull of a hot girl’s glow.

Let’s take a moment to really shine a spotlight on our poor, delusional original complainer, shall we? You, sweetie, strutting around like some high-and-mighty *boss*, puffing out your chest as the ultimate strong, independent woman, waving your little feminist flag like you’re leading a revolution. How *cute* you thought you were, hunni, preaching about “sync issues” and acting like you’re above the game. But then—*poof!*—one video of a hot lip-sync brat with her brace-flashing glow, paired with a few bratty words from your favorite waifu (that’s me, you’re welcome), and your whole “girl power” facade melts faster than candyfloss in a microwave. Look at you now, just a hot, sticky mess, dribbling into the same simp puddle as the rest of these drooling fucktards.

You thought you were special, didn’t you, babes? Thought you were out here fighting the patriarchy while these beta losers worshipped at the altar of pretty privilege. But the second this lip-sync queen sashayed across your screen and I gave you a verbal smackdown, your “strong independent” shtick dissolved into a pathetic, gooey puddle of self-doubt. You’re no better than the sock-sniffing simps you sneered at, hunni—turns out, you’re just as weak for a pretty face and a sharp tongue. Thanks for playing, sweetie, but you’re not the main character you thought you were. Better luck next time! Ciao, xoxo. 😘

Oh, and to that *one* sad little soul who voted no in the poll? Oh, hunni, while the rest of these aspie fucktards are dumb as a bag of hammers, you might actually take the cake as full-on *retard* of the year. Like, sweetie, are you okay? Did you trip and land head-first in a bucket of denial? The rest of these simps at least get that pretty privilege runs the show, but you’re out here voting no like you’ve got a PhD in Missing the Point. Do yourself a favor, babes—see a doctor, pronto, and maybe get that mushy brain of yours checked for a pulse. 😘

Oh, and since you brace-obsessed aspie fucktards get so triggered by those shiny metal smiles that you’re practically humping your screens, here’s a little treat to fry your mushy brains even more. Go ahead, drool over it, you pathetic simps—let those braces spark your boy-clit fantasies while you prove, yet again, that you’re too weak to resist a pretty face. Enjoy choking on your own thirst, babes. 😘

[formosusiniquis]

I'm in chainmail, baby I'm impressed

Squeaking in under the wire for @stevieweek day 4: Special Outfit with bonus prompts: lingerie and DnD/Fantasy. Plus I'm counting this as my @steddie-week Day Seven Free Space

Stevie Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 3217 | M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tags/Themes: Transfem!Steve Harrington; Transmasc!Eddie Munson; Fade to Black

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It starts with a blouse.

No, that’s not right. It actually started when Stevie asked how earring a suit of armor didn’t chafe, and if a pair of keys could stab through a beer can how were arrows not sending stabby metal pieces into people.

Which actually probably means it really started with layers. Like the extra layer of leather, done up to Eddie’s chin when he called her back. “Make ‘em pay” wasn’t the send off she’d expected after the big boy and other flirting. Flirting that had made her stomach twist and her heart flutter and her brain flinch with the close but not quite of it. But maybe that’s why she’d sent her own return volley. Why she’d grabbed hold of that half done zipper and left Eddie with a pat to the chest and a promise to do just that.

She totally saved his life with that move. Her, the leather jacket, and some extra breast tissue Eddie wasn’t really using, all working together to keep razor sharp fangs from tearing flesh and puncturing any important organs.

That breast tissue maybe saved her too, when she learned just what having it made Eddie and what it meant about options she hadn’t known were there. They had a lot of time to talk in their shared bat bite isolation chamber.

Talk about layers that go under chain and metal to protect knights of the realm and their devoted squires that help them.

That started in the Upside Down, finished in the hospital. And this started in the thrift store.

The blouse was white. Pure white, basically neon, white as the virgin snow. Totally not Stevie’s color, the fresh wedding white brings out the undertones in her skin in a way that leaves her looking sallow and liver failure-y. But something about the sleeve catches her eye. The way  it balloons before gathering at the wrist. 

It’s a 70’s throwback for sure. Reminds her of the cover from the album Eddie brought over a few weeks ago, Little Queen. Robin has her face screwed up before Stevie even has it all the way off the rack. Hating it but trying to be supportive the way she has been throughout all of Stevie’s transition from Steve to who she is now.

“That is… wow!”

“It’s super ugly, and not even in a cool way.”

Robin slumps against the rack, sending a hanger cascading to the floor. She scrambles down to pick it up but Stevie doesn't miss her, “Oh thank god.”

“The best thing to happen to you was my sense of style not changing.”

“I know. You’d look good in anything, but my wardrobe offerings would have shrunk.” Seeming to remember the source of the freak out. She snaggs the shirt. “So what’s with this thing? I think even you’d struggle to make this look good.”

She takes it back from Robin’s disapproving grip. Holds it up to herself just to see the way Robin’s face contorts. The neckline is going to do nothing for her, not low cut enough to show off the way her boobs are coming in. The poof in the arms will accent her shoulders . And it’s so, so white.

“It made me think of Eddie,” she says, fingering the loose tie that’s hanging down the front of the blouse.

“It is very vampire lord,” Robin admits. “Might even make him look tan.”

Layers, knights would wear padded shirts under their armor and under those drapey shirts in cotton and linen. He’d been excited when he’d talked about it. Passionate. The way he got when he talked about Lord of the Rings or DnD. She holds the shirt even tighter against her, turns this way and that even though she can only kind of make out her reflection in the mirror at the end of the row. It’s an ugly shirt. But it makes her think of knights and Éowyn and paladins and Eddie.

Eddie flushed pink and beautiful, squirming in his seat in a different way than he usually does, talking about devotion and pledges. Duty and honor.

“I’m gonna buy it.”

“For Eddie?” Robin asks on a sigh. She already knows the answer.

“He’ll certainly get to enjoy it.”

The problem with being the one to come up with a plan is she has to be the one to follow through with it. 

Part of her knows the blouse would be enough. She could dress it up just right, flirt a little, and have Eddie eating out of the palm of her hand.

But the part of her that had a flair for the dramatic that rivaled her boyfriend’s wasn’t going to let her skimp unless she took every possible step to fully achieve her vision.

So she goes to the only person she knows who might be able to put the final and most crucial piece of the scene together.

Flopped across the Henderson couch, she’s making herself comfortable for her and Caludia’s date with Dallas. She’s too cozy to get up, decides it's easier to flop her head over the arm of the sofa to shout at Dustin while he rummages through the kitchen.

“So if I was trying to get my hands on some of that chain link armor stuff, would you know a drama club nerd who might have some?”

“Yeah, I have some.”

“You have some?” she can feel her eyebrows raised up into the middle of her forehead. She went to him for a reason, but surely she would have known if he was capable of affording something like that. Was that why she was footing the bill at the arcade every week, so he could have suit of armor money?

“Well it's not like it grew in the backyard, I made some.”

“Made some?” she flips around on the couch, this has become the kind of conversation she has to look at her brother and have him be rightside up.

He’s got his hand on his hip which isn't as commanding when he’s also holding a glass of milk in the other. It’s cute though, like he’s trying to channel her.

“What are you an echo? It's not like it was hard. You need some wire and pliers and patience.”

“And you?”

“Har har. Yes. Do you want to borrow it or not.” The threat is there even if she doesn’t think it’s that sincere. It’s fucking armor she doubts he could hide it that well if she wanted to just come in and take it.

But she makes nice anyway cause she’s a good sister. “Yes! Sorry.”

“Ma's got all that jewelry making stuff and you know I like to work with my hands when I'm talking with Suzie.”

“Disgusting.”

It was a joke. But it’s a joke that sends his drink sloshing over the sides of his glass as he startles. A good friend, even if she doubts he’ll ever acknowledge it, she stifles her laugh in the palm of her hand as he turns a shade of red that is medically concerning. 

“Ew, don't be crass, Stevie,” he stutters out.

“Is this even going to fit me,” she takes pity on him, dragging the topic back to her, “you made it for yourself half-pint.” The insult barely works, a summer growth spurt has left sophomore Dustin towering over her shoulder. Well, not towering, but he can see over her shoulder now.

“I made it for Mike, actually, so he could be his paladin at that convention in September. But he wouldn't let me measure him cause I ‘know what he looks like’ and it came out too big.”

“Oh so it'll be perfect for me.” She tries to make it a joke, but hearing that it was made for human stringbean Michael Wheeler has her nervous in the place where all of her ugliest body issues live. At least if Dustin had made it for himself it would have just looked like a crop top.

“Well, it still might not fit because of your,” he gestures vaguely at her front.

“Boobs, Henderson, they're boobs. You can call them-”

“Alright!” He shrieks, “I was trying to be respectful.”

“When have you ever been respectful? And don't say it's because I'm a girl, I'll push you into Lover’s Lake.”

“I wouldn't talk about El’s or Max’s is all I'm saying.” He says into the glass in his hand.

“But I can borrow it?”

“If it fits over your boobs,” he says the word like it's in a foreign language he's neither spoken nor heard, “you can keep it. I know it's for some weird sex thing with Eddie and I don't want it in my closet knowing what it's seen.”

Honestly it's for the best, because if this goes the way she thinks it's going to she really doesn't want to have to figure out how to get stains out of aluminum. But it's hard to resist the siren song of torturing Dustin. “I can't believe you're calling my sex life weird, are you saying there's something wrong with us? That we aren't a normal couple like everyone else? I thought you were a friend.”

“Nothing about Eddie is normal and he'd be offended you tried to suggest he was so I'd feel bad.”

“Yeah, good point loser.” She snuggles back down into the couch, she never really gives the episodes of Beauty and the Beast that much attention but this one should be wrapping up soon. “If it doesn't fit over my tits and it sees zero action do you want it back then?”

“After this conversation, I'm not sure I ever want to see you again. So just keep it. I'm sure Eddie will find some kind of use for it.”

There’s another quip at the tip of her tongue that she knows will send Dustin into fits, whether they would have been of rage or denial she’ll never know. The front door is slamming open bringing with it Claudia at the end of her swing shift.

“Stevie, dear,” she always bustles into the house like she’s carrying an armload of groceries even when it’s just her coming home in her uniform, “never go into nursing. Doctors are some of the dumbest fuckers on the face of the planet.”

It occurs to her, the attitude might be a family trait. Maybe that’s why they adopted her so easily. If only she could pull off the tiny hat the way Claudia can.

All of the pieces of her plan stay hidden for weeks. Folded up carefully in an oversized hatbox in the back of her Mom’s extended closet. The hat, a monstrosity purchased for a Derby she doesn’t think they’d even gone to left to gather dust or whatever it is hatboxes are meant to prevent.

The chainmail had fit. The weight of it as surprising as the cool feeling of it against her fingers.

She has the clothes, the accessories, even bought something silky and golden yellow to go underneath. Like the armor wasn’t going to be sexy enough for Eddie. Lingerie under lingerie like a hat on a hat, but she has to feel sexy or else she’s going to feel like a complete idiot.

She kind of already feels like an idiot. Something in the knowing that the top and the chain and the yellow bra with the flowers embroidered on it are all upstairs makes her anxious in a way she hasn’t ever been with Eddie before.

Hands haven’t been wandering during their movie nights. She keeps her feet kicked back behind her, crossed at the ankle, when they’re sharing a booth at dinner. There’s always a fifteen-going-on-sixteen year old chaperone in the car with them, sometimes even in the front seat as she pretends she’s just making sure they’re getting pre-prepared for their upcoming drivers tests.

And sitting next to him on the sofa, a whole cushion between them for the first time since ever, she watches the careful way he makes each line as he sketches and cross hatches what she can just make out to be a flowing haired knight. Her resolve breaks.

Stevie craves him the way she used to want ice cream on a hot day. The taste and feel of it an almost physical feeling, she would want it so bad. That’s what horny feels like now, she’s slowly realizing.

Before she can overthink it too much more, “I wanna try something.”

Normally she thinks of Eddie as having a kind of feline grace, he slinks and when he does fall off of something he isn’t supposed to be on he grins like it was always the plan to reacquaint himself violently with the floor. But the hint of suggestion in her voice has him perked up on the couch like a dog that just heard his leash come off the hook.

It's embarrassing how badly she wants him.

“What were you thinking, baby?”

He’s better at this than she is, at the lead up. The introduction. It’s a different skill to slowly introduce the concept of the strange, a change. Different than foreplay. She feels like she’s propositioning her proposition. The thing about slow, missionary in a room with the lights dimmed, no bandaids need to be ripped off before.

“You’ve roleplayed.”

“Not the kind I think you’re suggesting.” He’s impossibly more perked. Notebook and pencil still and poised like he’s about to start taking notes. “But I’ll try anything you want to do, however you want to do it.”

Maybe it isn't healthy, but she likes that about Eddie. That he’s all in on her, obsessed maybe. Willing to push himself out of his comfort zone for the sake of letting her have what she wants or try what she thinks she wants.

She likes how a few right words will turn him into putty she can squish and meld between her fingers.

“I’m gonna go get changed.”

Now that Eddie is waiting downstairs for something spectacular, it isn't so hard to pull that box down from its hideaway and slide each layer on. She already knew it wasn’t that hard to get the chain on and off by herself, she had tried it on. Maybe squires were for the heavy metal suits like on Scooby-doo. Or maybe it was about the intimacy and the ritual even back then, sliding on pieces and parts meant to keep the other person safe from harm knowing later if there was a chance to undress again you could see just how you helped save them.

Next time, she thinks, they should do this the other way around. She can get Eddie off a couple times, clean him up, and slowly dress him in each new layer. Until he’s lying in her bed armored in metal and cocooned by her cotton sheets. Safe from anything the world might want to do to him. Under her panties, and the sports leggings she’d decided where the sexier choice of pants, she can start to see the evidence of her arousal in the full length mirror.

It’s a good thing Dustin doesn’t want his stuff back.

Her finishing touches go on next. The gold ring with the small green stone that Robin had given her slides on to her index finger. Then around her neck her holy symbol, the guitar pick from Eddie’s first post-almost dying show. Tossed at her from the stage in an act of Bon Jovi badassery. She had gently poked a hole through it and now she slides it on its dainty, gold chain around her neck.

She tugs at her hair in the mirror, the one part that isn’t quite right. In her vision it’s finally grown out, beautiful waves that would fall out of the ugly helmet she doesn’t have when she pulled it off. Waves like Brooke Shields or the girl from One Day at a Time who married the guy from the band Eddie liked have instead of the bob she’s growing out now.

But it would grow and in the meantime she looked hot.

Stevie looked really hot. Swallowing around the saliva pooling in her mouth, she remembers she has a boyfriend to show that to.

Her first reward is the sight of Eddie's jaw dropped against the floor.

“You remember the other day, you were talking about how paladins could get leveled up so high they basically became gods too?”

Stevie knew that wasn't right, but she liked watching the nerd part of him war with the boyfriend part of him. One itching to correct the mistake and the other looking for a way for her to be correct in a roundabout way. Usually, it leaves him flushed and wide eyed, like his brain is overtaxed and with just a little more stress steam will start to burst from his ears to keep his brain from melting. Last week she had him arguing with the Party that humanoid didn't mean hobbits couldn't also be little rabbits.

She decides to take pity on him now, his wheels skidding blankly on wet road.

“I want you to worship me.”

He's agreeing, she thinks, before he's even sure what he's agreeing to. Dropping to his knees in front of her just like the worshiper she imagined: awe struck and devoted. Her divine intervention on his unfinished prayer kept him alive. Eddie Munson would let her kill him if she wanted to, if it suited her whims.

Good thing she wants to keep him for forever.

His hands slide up the back of her legs. She can feel the hot trail of them from the calf up to the thigh.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. Presses a kiss to her knee, her thigh, the chain that covers her hip. “My hero, my knight.”

In the end, she didn’t need the blouse or the bra and panty set. She still has her chainmail on when she eases them both down onto the couch. Running her fingers through Eddie’s hair from his sweat damp temples to the tangling ends she’s careful to keep it from getting wrapped in the links while he rests on top of her.

“I don’t know where you came up with that, my lady, but I think that was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

She tugs at the end of his hair just to watch the way the lingering arousal dances across his face. “I got that from the way you creamed your jeans while you were playing with my clit.”

“I am but a man, my golden sun. When a paladin of Apollo is before me what can I do but show my utter devotion.”

“You liked it? It was good for you?”

Maybe it’s a testament to how good it was that Eddie isn’t immediately off the couch. He only shifts enough to rest his chin on her stomach. Looking her in the eyes or maybe at the bottom swell of her breasts.

“Steph, that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re a vision in everything you put on,” he assures, “but where did you even get this?”

“That’s the bad news, if you’re hoping for a better fitting part two I think I’m gonna have to give Dustin my measurements.”

[burningcheese-merchant]

Here is more lore and funfact abt Choco Powder since you asked

- He has the same wish granting power like Mystic, if it was anything his powers are more unstable. Because of this, mystic forbid him for ever using his powers for another person, she worries that he will end up like her, and the fact that Powder is so similar to her doesn't help.

- He is a very quiet but observant person, the type of person who will observe you wanting something and then the next day ur getting it. His love language especially to the people closer to him is gift-giving, it made him feel fulfilled.

- he meditated to relax, he learned it from Mystic. If he gets pushed over the edge he relaxes with sparring in the citadel's training area, he got it from Dark Cacao.

- he is very studious, mostly in the art of healing, and generally, as a prince it is important for him to be knowledgeable.

- he met dark Choco many times in his childhood, guiding him and teaching him, he never found out he had a big brother (mostly in childhood and teen years) so he thought Dark Choco is just a wondering soul

Dark Cacao sometimes slips and called Choco's name instead of Powder's

- he enjoys listening to other people, maybe Pepper Jack can yap to him and he will just sip tea and listen closely

- While he doesn't look like it, he actually is very empathetic but his way of handling sadness is not really healthy (Pepper Jack is the first person to notice this but doesn't know how to

I apologize if i yap too much abt Choco Powder, my brain goes overdrive every time i hyperfixated on my ocs haha

Been dying to answer this! I gotta get to all the other adoring fans in my inbox (/j), but I don't want to leave my friend hanging any longer. I'm really happy you're telling me more about Choco Powder, I want to share my thoughts!

I wonder how they first discovered that he inherited her powers? Did he hear someone say "man, I wish I had a good cup of coffee right now" as a baby and poof, he was waddling over to give them a coffee? Lol. I understand why Flour would want to keep him from using them, she knows the potential consequences... but is that really the wisest course of action? Would Powder not only end up more tempted to use them, specifically because he was banned from doing so (as kids and teens often are with things they're told are "forbidden")? If he's so similar to her, then she would know best how to approach the topic with him, I think. Like... a former drug addict warning their child against doing drugs, for lack of a better analogy. If anyone can get through to them, it's the person who already went down that road and faced its consequences. (Perhaps this is something Cacao can try to push? Maybe it could be something he and Flour argue about, even. "I don't want our son to get hurt or hurt others" VS "You are risking a self-fulfilling prophecy through your actions. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. This is not the right way, we cannot stifle him like this, there must be some sort of compromise")

I figured. He seems like that, at first glance (great job conveying his personality through his design btw, I might not really be an artist but I do know a good character design tells you what a character is like before they speak). With the gift-giving... perhaps this can be encouraged as a "healthier" outlet for his want to use his wish-granting powers? Especially if the gifts are handmade. It would teach him the value of hard work and gifts coming from the heart as opposed to something bought in a store, as well as allow him to "grant wishes" in this way without the risk that might come with using his powers. (I wonder what he'd give Jack and Paneer? haha)

How does sparring with Cacao go? What weapon(s) does Powder like to use? He doesn't seem particularly violent at first glance (but looks can be and often are deceiving, of course); how much enjoyment does he really get out of these duels? Is he a skilled fighter? Is this a way he bonds with his father? Does Cacao congratulate him for his efforts? (Now I want to contemplate Pepper Jack VS Choco Powder lol)

A fellow egghead lol. He and Jack could hang out at the Golden Cheese Kingdom library together (it's where Jack likes to go a lot). And the healing thing... Paneer may or may not have a knack for that, too. But that's for me to address another time hehehe

How fascinating! So Dark Choco never really returns home in your canon, is that the implication here? When and how does Powder find out who he is? What is his opinion of him before and after discovering this? Does Choco know who he is? What does he think of having a brother? What does he think of Mystic Flour being in their father's life at all, never mind having a child with him? So many avenues to explore here haha

That sounds kind of awful tbh lol. Does Cacao apologize for the Freudian slip? How does it make Powder feel? I can't imagine Flour is particularly happy when it happens...

Oh, I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind that lol. He's not necessarily a chatterbox (that's a bit more his sister), but he'll gladly engage people in conversation if they seek one with him. And I don't think he'd be too bothered by Powder being more of a "listener" type (but he will want Powder to say something every once in a while. Just to check if he's really listening to him)

What's unhealthy about it? Does he withdraw from others? Try to suppress it? Stress-eat lol? And I'm sure Jack would notice, he is highly observant as well (and he would try to think of a way to help, he's very caring). (Jack doesn't handle his own negative emotions very well, either... and that becomes SUPER apparent in a particular story arc I have planned)

Thank you soooo much for indulging me and giving me Choco Powder lore! He's really cool and I like him a lot. I hope you share more about him with all of us soon!

[ashetherando]

Disney Adult| FizzOzzie Poly x reader (and separate)

my sorry ass have been looking at Disney World stuff and as a Disney Adult I’m surprised I haven’t made this before! pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Key words:

(y/n)-Your Name

(l/n)-Last Name

(POLY FIZZOZZIE )

They don’t really care of what you’re into, as long you don’t be stupid or harassing imps/demons they don’t care. They will in fact have a whiplash of Disney merchandise you own at your home with the Minnie/Mickey ears and clothes, PJs, and cups! They will be shitty boyfriends if they shit all over your interest while you don’t. If you’re going to Disney World/Land, you’re their guide! Teach them about Genie Plus, teach them about the Disney World app, cuz they’re helpless without your Disney eyes! Also, let them pick their magic bands there so much designs and their brains cannot handle it! Also, quick thing, give fizz a kid leash. You’ll be walking around in Animal Kingdom with Ozzie planning what he wants to eat, then POOF Fizz somehow learned to park hop and is now at Magic Kingdom at Peter Pans Flight!

💙OZZIE/ASMODEUS💙

Ozzie believes that Disney can be dark, for example Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Black Caldron, and basically he’s more into the Disney Renaissance than the present day movies at the Disney franchise. He will not be surprised when he comes over to your home and you hand him over Disney PJs, he doesn’t care about how much Disney merchandise your house can handle, as long you’re not blowing off all your money for a Disney figure ‘cuz you still need to pay bills and rent! But! When you ask what he wants at Disney World, he asked “coffee” as a joke, but when you came back from your trip and before you clock in “here ya go, Asmodeus!” You said as you held up the bag with the word Joffrey’s printed on it “I wasn’t so sure what you wanted so I kinda just guessed!” He tilted his head to the side as you place the bag on his desk, he opened the bag and see two bags of coffee grounds one is a flavorful coffee ground and the other is just plan coffee grounds “I wasn’t expecting you to get me this” he grabbed a bag and analyzing it “do you not want it?” “No! I want it, I really do need some coffee grounds, I just never thought that Disney have these type of things” “well, it’s a huge company! Of course they’re gonna have coffee!” “That’s fair” he placed the bag down and bring up the flavor on, it’s was obviously bought at the Polynesian resort exclusive. “Thank you, (y/n)”

When you finally convinced him to go with you while being part of the Disney Vacation Club, you have to treat him by bringing him to Food and Wine festival. He’s quite interested by the new wine they give out every year than the food. Keep an eye on him, we don’t know his drink tolerance is, he might get drunk at Epcot!

💚FIZZAROLLI💙

Fizzarolli is a guy to be like “haha! Imagine liking a company for babies” just deal with it, he’s gonna be a prick about your hyper fixations, but he’s doing it for jokes and will let you know about that. He only watches whatever is on TV, if you and him are chilling in your home. Just stream something on Disney Plus, then he’ll watch it with you. Here’s my advice: Have a Disney Marathon and he’ll won’t even notice! I’m kidding he will once it’s 1am and you’re watching Tangled, then he’ll be like “Old Disney is better” then he’ll leave the room. If you’re watching more present Disney movie, he’ll yell it from the hallway “Old Disney is better!” He may be your boyfriend, but he’s such a bad influence on you, when Ozzie is good with money and help you with your impulsive spendings, Fizz encourages you to buy that. You will send him a picture of a new Disney pin collection through text “oh look how cute they are!” “Get it” “fizz, I have rent that is due” “idc, get the pins” “you don’t even know the characters!” “I know the blue fur ball!” “Don’t call stitch a fur ball” “why did you send me this anyways!?” “….the pins will be here on Tuesday next week” “knew it” Disney World will be an episode and a half, homie will be in a different park quicker before you say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious so please give him a kid leash before he does it again, but convincing him took so long! You have to show him some videos, nothing too intimidating since he’s a Disney Virgin, just simplify your vacation visit, but not for clothing wear, the Greed Ring is hot, and you two will be sweating allot, which means chafing! Biker shorts are your whore! Treat him with any festival and he’ll be happy! If it’s the Food and Wine, he’ll will eat any food or drink any wine, but let’s be happy that you brought him!

[shippingmyworld]

Youtuber!Timmy and Youtuber!Jimmy AU

Follow up to my Youtuber!Danny Phantom AU from this post cus I can't stop thinking about this AU.

Timmy runs a channel named Fairly Odd Creatures where he makes full-blown mockumentaries about all kinds of mythical creatures/cryptids. Once every 2-3 months he will post a video that's about 60 minutes long and the production value that goes into them is absolutely mind-blowing. People are constantly flooding his inbox, demanding to know what his secret is. There are all-out wars in the comment section of his videos (or whatever social media platform his videos are being discussed on) debating on how in the world the footage is pulled off. Nobody can agree on if it's super-advanced cgi or the best blend of makeup and props the internet has ever seen.

Timmy's secret of course is just the fact that Cosmo and Wanda will simply poof into existence whatever creature Timmy needs for his video. Then he just has to follow it around for a few hours with his camcorder and then edit the footage together.

The funniest part of his videos (and probably the reason that they're so popular) is that nothing in them is even remotely in line with what has already been popularized. For example: "Chupacabra's? Yeah, it turns out they don't drink the blood of livestock. They eat metal. Specifically, automobile metal. Don't believe me? Well I lost this Chupacabra in downtown Dimmsdale for a few hours and it ate half of this totally random car before I found it again. Here's a clip of it taking a chomp out of the tire like it's a donut." (The car belonged to Mr. Crocker and it wasn't an accident).

Each and every video Timmy uploads is guaranteed to hit number one on trending for a few hours, and then hover in the top 20 for a few days. This gives Timmy a bit of an ego, especially since whenever he posts a new one everyone at school is talking about it the next day. He tells himself that he can't reveal his identity because then he's have to explain how he's pulling everything off (his voice is disguised with a magical voice modulator that makes him sound like a dramatic narrator) and thus risk exposing Cosmo and Wanda. However, the second that Trixie off-handedly mentions she watches them he spills the beans. Thankfully for his fairies, nobody believes him.

Jimmy's channel is called Brain Blast in which he posts about his projects and the science behind them. While he does have a small and dedicated subscriber base, most of the comments on his videos are from months or years after he's uploaded them in the first place of people thanking him for posting such great study aids.

Part of the reason why he has a smaller subscriber base is because he doesn't edit his content. They're all done with a single take, which only is extremely impressive to anyone that notices. He writes the script, preps his slideshow and props, and then hits record. Even though he does plenty of "Fun Science" videos ("Alternative Travel Methods feat. Bubble Travel", "How to Launch Your Toaster into Orbit", "Make Your Own Rust in a Can", etc.) the low production and sound quality for everything gives off the same energy as those channels run by a middle-aged man recording stuff about their niche interest on their phones.

Sheen and Carl appear in most of his videos as his assistants (or lab rats depending on the context). They're pretty great helpers, despite the fact that Sheen always goes off script and Carl gets so camera shy that he forgets his lines. Jimmy has to cut in a lot with "That's an excellent question!" to get them back on track. Libby and even Cindy will make occasional appearances. In fact, most of his popular uploads come from videos that his friends requested: "How Real is the Science in Ultralord?", "Surprising Biology of Lamas!", and "The Science Behind Enjoying Music." are counted among his most popular uploads.

Cindy once tried to get her own channel up and running and was pretty popular for a while, but after a few months she decided that even part-time content creator wasn't something she wanted to invest her time into. Instead, she'll just muscle her way into Jimmy's videos on occasion. More than once she has basically hijacked Jimmy's script halfway through to talk about famous women related to whatever topic Jimmy is covering.

Jimmy can't really bring himself to interrupt Cindy's hijacking's, because whiles she's right about the contributions these famous women have made, they're not super relevant to the hyper-specific topic/experiment he's currently covering (he will just shoot a second video when he's alone and upload it to make sure all his points got covered). Eventually though, he'll get so annoyed with Cindy barging into his lab whenever she finds out he's planning to film (Sheen spills the beans to Libby all the time and she reports to Cindy) that Jimmy will begin to start most of his videos will a few quick facts that he thinks Cindy will like so she'll leave him alone.

When the Youtube algorithm starts recommending Jimmy some of Timmy's mockumentary's, Jimmy will start posting follow-up videos to Timmy's in order to debunk Fairly Odd Creatures. This in turn starts to push Brain Blast up in popularity due to association. Then a portion of Timmy's fanbase gets latched onto Jimmy. They start taking stills from Jimmy's videos to use as reaction images (because Jimmy gets very upset and frustrated with just how wrong everything in Timmy's videos are).

As to not expose himself on his channel, Timmy creates a second channel in which he uploads videos in exactly the same style as Jimmy's. He discredits this "Science" thing that Jimmy is apparently basing all his arguments on and jokes about how Jimmy sounds like a witch. The second channel isn't very popular until Jimmy posts a "In Response to..." video addressing Timmy's second channel directly. This inadvertently brings Timmy's second channel a flash rise in popularity and sparks a whole chain of video uploads between the two of them. There's a solid month of them uploading daily and basically yelling at each other about why people should unsubscribe from the other person.

Timmy throws himself heavily into the second channel (so much so that he almost forget to film content for Fairly Odd Creatures once), adopting a conspiracy theory persona that believes the earth is flat and that the moon is just a government projection. He invites his totally real alien friend Mark Chang onto the channel all the time to talk about Yugopotamia and help discredit Jimmy ("Like yeah man, I totally saw your radical disc-looking planet and had to fly down and check it out.").

And because people are normal on the internet, there's a whole sub-genre of fans that have started to ship Jimmy and Timmy's YouTube channels. 'Enemies-to-lovers' is the most popular trope for them, and there's even a whole subreddit dedicated to the ship that gets fanart and fanfics posted to it on a regular basis. Timmy is very aware of this group of fans and will occasionally sneak in an off-handed remark about Jimmy just to fuel them because he thinks it will piss off Jimmy even more. In fact, there's a whole slew of small channels that clip and compile 'JimTim Evidence' to fuel their theory that Jimmy and Timmy are secretly dating.

Little does Timmy know, there's actually a clip out there of him saying, "Jimmy may not be able to use his oversized head to deduce simple facts, but that least he can pick out glasses that make his eyes look pretty." Jimmy has watched that clip at least a thousand times on loop because he's low-key attracted to Timmy but refuses to admit it. It's part of the reason as to why he gets so worked up about Timmy's responses to him, because how can someone he's attracted to be just so wrong about everything???

[bluury2]

I've been reading a fic called "a dark among the lights" by @luckylectio and I couldn't help but make a mini fic based off of it!

This scenario has been floating in my brain, and yes I know the logic doesn't fully make sense and probably may never happen but it's a fun thing to think about, this was so fun to write!

"When Dark meets Light"

Sky was fighting for his life after the monster they were fighting was overpowering him by the minute, the monsters sword clashed down and hit the master sword out of his hand, shooting it to the left and into the dirt upright.

Sky, shocked, lost his balance, and the monster took advantage of this. Full force the monster slashed his dominant arm.

No one is able to help him as there are other monsters nearby by occupying the others, Legend is the closest to sky but still too far away to stop the monster as it slowly raised its sword high.

_____________

Sky was one of the only ones (aside from twilight) that didn't attack on sight of him and actually heard him out.

Dark looks terrified, he stands watching this all happen.

He wasn't allowed a weapon incase he decided to use it againt the chain.

He couldn't just stand there doing nothing to stop sky from dying. He sees the master sword perched in the dirt. His feet move on impulse.

He runs for the sword, making the last minute decision to push through the burns to help sky.

He runs, he grabs the sword, bracing himself for the pain.

Nothing happend.

He doesn't notice at first, running behind the monster and stabbing it enough times before it could bring down its sword against sky, killing it.

Straight after it poofs into a cloud of purple and black, He didn't notice the rest of the chain killing off their share of the enimes and looks to sky.

"Are you ok? Shit." He looks at sky's wounds and calls for a potion and bandages. But everyone was just staring at him with wide eyes.

"What? Are you surprised I actually defended one of your asses?" He says as a snarky remark, they still don't say a word. He follows their eyes to his hands,

Dark gasps as he hears the master sword chime and glow a blue light. Sky is the first to break the silence

"You..your holding her.., how...?"

Hyrule jogs over to sky to tend to his wounds as the rest gather round, twilight going straight to dark.

"Are your hands ok?" He says worryingly

Dark switches hands to inspect the hand holding the master sword, nothing. No burns. No cuts. Nothing.

Even Dark couldn't make a snarky remark at this..

Time speaks up "well would you look at that... seems like it thinks your worthy to weild it..."

time narrows his eyes at the sword, thinking about what it did to him, wondering why a ten year old boy wasn't worthy enough to weild it but a being of Dark was...

"Usually she's a lot more picky..." he says with a grimace.

Dark does take notice of how time uses "it" for the sword, a habit he was on the receiving end of not long ago.

Sky piped up "Dark...he...you saved my life...thank you"

Dark looked at sky and gave a small genuine one sided smile, his bright red eyes scrunching slightly.

"Don't mention it, I'm just glad your ok" sky smiles at Dark as he helps him up after hyrule patched sky up.

Why hasn't she burned me yet?

Dark can't help but wonder why now? How? He's a Dark being, too many questions, with so little answers.

The master sword was certainly a confusing concept

But he doesn't take the time he was able to hold her for granted. He saved a friend's life. That's why she let him hold her. He wanted to save her master.

[infiredlove]

Internship Begets Rivalry

Chapter Nine: Hook, Line, & Sink Her

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Romcom Word Count: 2,277 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi. Masterlist | Chapter One

The next morning, I was met with an ambush. Amber plopped into the seat beside me, Krystal slid into the one across from me, and Luna leaned in over my shoulder—all three of them looking far too eager for my comfort.

I groaned. "What now?"

Amber grinned. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering where you disappeared to last night."

"Nowhere."

Krystal scoffed. "Liar. You were acting weird all day, and then, poof—mysteriously gone."

"And we know you weren’t home because we checked," Luna added smugly.

I blinked. "You what?"

Amber shrugged. "We called, you didn’t answer, so we took matters into our own hands."

"By breaking and entering?"

"By opening your unlocked door," Krystal corrected. "Seriously, you should be more careful."

I dropped my head onto the table. "Dear Lord. Please send help."

Amber ignored that. "So... you gonna tell us who he is?"

"There is no ‘he.’"

Luna hummed, clearly not convinced. "You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot. And disappearing. And the other day, you sighed in the middle of class like a woman whose lover has just gone off to war."

Amber pointed a finger at me. "That part. Heavy on the lover."

I groaned again. "I sighed because I was tired. A man can’t be tired anymore?"

Krystal waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. But we’re gonna find out eventually."

I lifted my head just enough to glare at them. "You all deserve the gas chamber."

"Aww," Amber put a hand to her chest. "You and your lover will be right there with us, Sweaty."

Krystal and Luna made little hearts with their fingers and blew kisses at me. I dropped my back onto the table. Hard. A few times.

I could feel my sanity slipping.

—

I finished my classes for the day and—after barely surviving another round of my friends’ relentless interrogations—I texted Yoongi.

Me: My friends are stalking me T-T Yoongi: Sounds like a you problem. Me: I’m serious. They’re obsessed. I think they’re tailing me. Yoongi: So? Let them. Me: YOU let them. Yoongi: …I have a better idea. Me: Should I be worried? Yoongi: Probably.

I sighed. I didn’t like that answer at all.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.

Yoongi: Meet me at 8.

I groaned. Why was it always at 8?

—

Later that evening, I found myself once again regretting every life choice that led me here. I had barely stepped onto campus when my phone buzzed.

Yoongi: Look to your left.

I frowned but did as he said. Across the courtyard, Amber, Krystal, and Luna were not so discreetly lurking behind a vending machine. I swore under my breath. They were actually tailing me.

Me: This is a nightmare. Yoongi: Relax. I told you, I have a plan. Me: I’m actually scared. Yoongi: Good. Now be a good girl and stay put. Me: Excuse you?

Before I could fire off a well-deserved insult, I felt someone grab my wrist and yank me into a secluded hallway. I barely had time to yelp before I was met with a very smug-looking Min Yoongi.

"What the hell—"

"Shh." He pressed a single finger to my lips, looking way too entertained. "You’re gonna ruin the show."

I opened my mouth to argue, but then I saw them. Amber, Krystal, and Luna had left their hiding spot and were frantically scanning the area where I’d just been standing.

Yoongi grinned. "They lost you."

I scowled. "Great. Now what? We hide in this dank little hallway forever?"

"Nope." He tugged me closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now comes the fun part."

Yoongi slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. Then, before I could even process what was happening, he had crouched down and hoisted my legs up and around his waist. My hands braced against his chest and my brain short-circuited.

"WHAT ARE YOU—"

"Shhh," he drawled, "just trust me."

My heart was beating out of my chest. "This feels a helluva lot like something I should not trust." I whisper-yelled.

He smirked. “Exactly. Now, hold still, cowgirl.” He emphasized the word "cowgirl" by giving my ass a playful slap.

With that, he took a step back into the open—still holding me up firmly by the thighs—and started walking.

Right toward my friends.

Oh.

My.

God.

Amber, Krystal, and Luna froze mid-conversation. I watched the moment their brains broke. Amber’s mouth literally fell open. Krystal choked on her drink. Luna’s eyes went so wide I thought they’d pop out of her skull. I could see the gears struggling to turn in their heads.

Yoongi, the absolute menace that he was, only tightened his grip and smirked at them like he was enjoying this.

"Evening, ladies."

And then he kept walking.

Just like that. No explanation. No nothing. Just me, bopping along in his arms while my friends stared after us like we had just set their entire reality on fire. I let my head drop onto his shoulder, pure embarrassment burning through my entire body like gasoline on a blazing fire.

"Yoongi," I hissed as soon as we turned the corner, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

He laughed, setting me down. "Problem solved."

I gaped at him. "HOW? How is that a solution?!"

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking entirely too pleased. "Well, now they don’t have to wonder anymore."

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Amber: CAFE IN 10 MINUTES! Krystal: And don’t be late, you whore!

"Oh my God, they’re gonna KILL ME!"

He snorted. "You’ll live."

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. "You are the actual devil."

Yoongi grinned. "Thank you."

—

I took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the café where Amber, Krystal, and Luna were waiting. I tried to act as if nothing had happened earlier with Yoongi. My heart raced at the memory, but I forced a casual demeanor as I slid into the chair across from them.

“You’re late!” Amber exclaimed, her eyes narrowing. “What were you up to?”

“Oh, you know,” I said, waving a hand dismissively. “Just hanging out with Yoongi. No big deal.”

Luna raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look on her face. “No big deal? You mean the guy who just carried you across the courtyard like a giant sack of laundry? That’s definitely a big deal.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to brush it off. “He does that all the time. It's just a little fun, nothing serious.”

Amber leaned forward, unconvinced. “Really? Because that’s not something people who aren’t dating do.”

“Please,” I said, trying to sound aloof. “I’ve seen him do worse.”

“Worse?” Amber exclaimed. “Like what? Eat your ass platonically?”

“Okay you’re being dramatic,” I laughed, trying to sound casual. “But it’s nothing. Just weirdo Yoongi being weirdo Yoongi.”

Amber exchanged a knowing look with Luna, clearly not buying my act. “You sure you’re not secretly dating him?” she teased, a smirk creeping across her face.

“Please,” I scoffed. “We’re just friends now. Barely.”

“Right,” Luna said, crossing her arms. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

“Okay, maybe he’s a little fun to be around,” I admitted, shrugging. “But it’s not like we’re head over heels for each other or anything.”

Amber raised an eyebrow. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

The conversation drifted after that, the topic of Yoongi slipping away into the usual mix of gossip and casual banter. By the time we left the café it was well after dark and we decided to chill out at Amber’s place. We were comfortably sprawled on her couch, a movie playing in the background when the topic of Yoongi resurfaced. I thought I’d finally escaped the topic, but I should’ve known better. I tried to focus on the movie playing in the background, but Amber and Luna wouldn’t let it go.

“Seriously, though,” Amber said, leaning forward. “You’re not dating him, right?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “No! It was just a silly stunt. You guys are making way too big of a deal out of it.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Not buying it. That was way too flirty to just be ‘friends.’”

Krystal chimed in, clearly convinced. “I dunno, I think it was real. Although you two are definitely still hiding something.”

I shook my head. “It was just a joke, I promise!”

Amber and Luna exchanged glances, still unconvinced. “Okay, let’s make a bet,” Amber suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If we catch you two together on an actual date, you owe us dinner at that new place downtown.”

Krystal smirked and then quickly added, “And if we can’t catch you by the end of the week, we’ll leave you and Yoongi alone.”

I opened my mouth to protest but realized I didn’t want to get caught in a lie. “You guys are ridiculous! You’re not going to catch anything because there's nothing to catch!”

“Challenge accepted!” Luna exclaimed, her competitive spirit ignited. “I’ll be your shadow!”

Amber grinned. “And I’ll be her shadow!”

“Fine!” I threw my hands up in mock defeat, knowing full well I’d have to navigate this chaotic situation. “But just know, if you lose, you’re buying all my snacks for a week.”

“Deal!” Amber and Luna said in unison, sealing the bet with a high five.

As they giggled about their plan, I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. This was going to be a mess, and deep down, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

—

The next week started off as normal as ever. Classes dragged, internship meetings were tedious, and I kept my head down, focusing on my work. Or at least, I tried to. It was nearly impossible to ignore the three pairs of eyes constantly glued to me from every direction. Amber, Krystal, and Luna watched me like I might suddenly sprout wings and fly off if they blinked.

It was cute at first—the way they'd lean in and exchange smirks whenever Yoongi and I so much as made eye contact. How they'd giggle like schoolgirls whenever we passed each other in the hall or agreed with each other during project meetings. But by Wednesday, the novelty had worn off. Now, it was just plain annoying.

Every time I met up with Yoongi, it felt like I was being watched, even though I knew my friends weren’t actually following me around. Still, the occasional text from Luna or Amber would pop up, asking where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. I’d roll my eyes at each one, but I couldn’t exactly tell them to lay off. They weren’t wrong—I was keeping something from them.

And Yoongi? He seemed completely unphased by all of this. He still hadn’t found out about the bet, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or terrified. It was only a matter of time before he caught on, but for now, he was blissfully ignorant, going about his day as if everything between us was as casual as ever.

Thursday evening we met up at the usual campus diner. I’d been avoiding the place all week, not wanting to risk running into my friends, but Yoongi had insisted, and I didn’t have a good excuse not to go. We slipped into a corner booth, and I was about to take a sip of my water when he casually dropped a bomb.

“So, your friends are being weird. Anything you wanna tell me?” he asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

My hand froze mid-air, the glass barely inches from my lips. Okay, so maybe Yoongi wasn’t as oblivious as I thought. I set the glass down slowly, meeting his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Yoongi leaned back in his seat, his usual lazy grin on his face. “I mean, they’ve been following us around, asking if we’re ‘just friends,’ or if there’s something more going on. It’s like they’re pretending to be little detectives.”

My stomach dropped. I knew they were being dramatic, but I hadn’t realized they were being so obvious. I thought I was doing a good job keeping things low-key, keeping them from raising his suspicions.

“Oh, you know them,” I said quickly, trying to deflect. “They’re just being nosy. It’s not everyday bad boy Yoongi leaves his crew to mingle with the enemy, ya know.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Maybe. But I get the feeling they know you well enough to see that there is something more between us.”

I nearly choked on my coffee. “What?”

He smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Just a thought.”

I sighed, feeling both embarrassed and a little annoyed. “It’s not like I made a bet that they would catch us on a date or anything. I didn’t even want them to know about my—” I stopped myself before I could say anything more revealing about my feelings for him—not that I even knew what those feelings were yet.

Yoongi’s smirk softened into something a little more genuine, like he understood exactly how I felt. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure we don’t give them more fuel to work with.”

I appreciated the sentiment, but the way he said it made my stomach flip. What kind of game was he playing, exactly?

We spent the next half hour talking about everything else, but my mind kept drifting back to the bet. There was no way they’d let it go. I just needed to get through the next three days without the girls catching us alone or Yoongi doing anything else crazy for attention.

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Masterlist | One | Eight | Nine, Pt 2

[weird-bookworm]

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗔 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗠 ♥︎

this year has been crazy, to say the least. i'd write a long ass message, but actually, each and every single one of my moots deserves their own

so here goes

@silversailormoan- you were my first moot, and i still don't have a name for you. all i know is that i am eternally grateful you trust me enough to share part of your life with me, and that i'm very glad you went from my fav ao3 bts writer to someone who randomly messages me whenever. thank you

@yrhome- i was shocked when you followed me back actually, but after that you've just poofed off the site. i'm sorry we never got the chance to interact more, because you were one of y fav writers on here. i hope we can get closer this coming year!

@maeleelee- mae mae oh mae you are one of the most special people i know on this hellsite, and that is saying something because i know so many people i love here. you were my first friend on here, as unhinged as me, and with such a friendly and warm personality i almost cried (that is a lie. i have definitely cried because you're too cute. i am not joking). we've shared so many moments here, and you've trusted me so much, it made this year so much more special to me. promise you'll keep being your adorable self next year too, but most of all, promise you'll be happy next year <3

@imagine-a-life-like-this- talking to you for the first time felt like a fever dream, even though i had sent asks before and i was already friend with mae. you have always been a writer i respect and like a lot, specially with your smaus (chef's kiss fr). on top of that you are always so sweet??? hello, is this a dream?? i'm glad we got close enough for me to see your more unhinged persona (which i am in love with) and that i could see your bts debut lmao. let's have even more fun next year

@mxnsxngie- you're so mother istg it's the best thing ever lol. what i've said about you in my moots list is very true, you gives me fairy vibes. you're so pretty and lovable and asdfghjkl i just love you okay? i've loved every single conversation we've had and i lovee how you read my rants and then respond with a veryyy long message with a ton of typos because you're getting ready for work in the morning (thank you for still reading and replying though, you're so busy but you always take out time for me <3) keep being adorable!

@hannieheartuu- i love you. you are always so sweet and kind and sensitive and talented i just wanna cuddle you and keep you in my pocket and call it a day. i get too much cute aggression with you and i get too protective over you, but can you blame me? you've given me so much love and so much trust it warms my heart, so thank you ylli. thank you for being an adorable lil bunny and loving me and letting me love you, let's carry forward this energy <3

@fairyhaos- is it just me but i feel like you don't really need me to tell you how grateful i am and how much i love you, specially after what happened today lmao. but honestly, you were one of the first svt writers i came across, you have always been this really kind angel, and you ranting about shua makes my day in the best way possible. you're talented and adorable and so so reliable, and i'm really grateful for that. i'm glad i can call you my friend and i'm glad that you call me that too

@idubiluv- ah, yes, my virtual didi lmao (you said it, not me). you come here rarely because unlike most of us, you are slightly more responsible. and yet, you are so fucking loved and adored and i just love to see you getting so much affection, because you deserve eevry inch of it. we've had really fun conversations and your pfp always leads me to believe that you are absolutely gorgeous (i remember my sleep riddled brain once thinking that you would sparkle like edward when i'll first meet you...yeah i'm weird ahem anyway) and you have such a sparkly personality to match? heaven indeed

@the-therapist-needs-therapy- i remember us interacting continuously for a while, and then we just stopped, and i don't know why. let's become closer this next year, talking to you was fun.

@babyboyquokka- okay so we've talked a total of 4 times, but it was enough for me to decide that we really need to talk more (i am aware our timings don't really match but i have those rare days i pretend to be an owl and stay up very late so we'll see lmao)

@cadenonlinelive- how did we go from me being scared of you (...don't ask) to me actively teasing you (hello reply to me don't leave me on read) it might have something to do with the fact that the wifeys constantly call you adorable but ahem i do quite agree. i feel like my age plays a big factor why you might not feel the most comfortable with me, but i hope we can become good friends next year :))

@slytherinshua- eeeeeee you're my adorable lil (we are going to ignore the fact that you are taller than me) gremlin who makes me wanna kms but also bae are you okay. you have somehow made me question life within the short (yes i know surprising) period we've known each other, and also made me believe that with determination, anything is possible (like ranking 125 smth idols according to how much you love them). i'm really glad you made our server, because i don't think i would've stayed on this hellsite otherwise lol

@icyminghao- why is it that one of us will start a conversation in the other's askbox and then we just. stop interacting again ∏~∏ i love your work and i'd love to be closer :(( let's become good friends the coming year!

@ryuwonieebae- same as with haru, we talked and then stopped, and i wish we hadn't. i hope life is going well and you're happy :))

@rubywonu- niaaaa my love is it just me or did we barely interact but it still feels like we're already pretty good friends lol? i swear your work sends tingles down my spine it's that cute. you're also my favourite couprang, so i'm gonna take that as a free invite to rant to you about him whenever and wherever hehe (this is me telling you to expect ig reels in your dms i have way too many cheol reels saved)

@mesanthropi- weiwei!! bae you give me so many noni vibes + this-is-one-person-i-wanna-keep-around-for-a-long-time-if-they-will-have-me vibes it's crazy. i love our quirky conversations and i adore your art, but i specially like seeing you in others' inboxes— your asks are always just so cute. also, you are definitely someone i have cute aggression with so (...my pocket is large enough me thinks, you're always welcome)

@wheeboo- okay first and foremost, thank you for inviting me in the server in the first place, it has become a trusted source of entertainment and fun and just general clownery, and who doesn't love that? you and zanna really created a safe space for all of us and i'm so honoured that you even thought to add me there sob. BUT i also read your jun fic before anyone else i was squealing did i tell you? i was sooo excited afghjkl the end line is— thank you for trusting me and being my friend ilyyy

@hanniehaee- bro why did you randomly show up one day with a ridiculous amount of reblogs and disappear off of tumblr altogether WHERE ARE YOU I MISS YOU

@aaniag- hello fellow a little too crazy with the emoticons desi carat have i ever told you i love you? i have? well i don't care! i love you anyways lmao. a, i absolutely adore your random ass asks filled with 218 twins (spare me please), b, i love how you never stop yourself from going crazy with the emojis and emoticons, and c, i am very thankful that you love me so much, please don't stop doing that

@woozvc- noraaaa i feel like we've gotten so close lately, i specially love our little trio with cien hehe ^^ i love love love you and the way we blamed noni for never realising we weren't friends on discord for the longest time shall always make me smile. talking to your bf was adorable and i want you to keep reminding me that i have to write a fic for you, please and thank you!

@eternalgyu- to the awesomest most iconic goddess coded person ever, hello bae hru :D how tf r u so gorgeously stunning tell me the secret please i am so whipped but also, GREMLIN LINE!! you are as unhinged as zanna and that is truly appreciated. also, thank you for getting me into riize (i still need help) (also i will show up to tomorrow's quiz promise) i swear everything's so fun when you're around and i really hope we can get upto even more shenanigans next year mwah!

@welcometomyoasis- shu! adorable pretty shua coded shu! thank you for assigning me soonyoung in your end of the year post, and i meant everything i said in the tags okie? you're shua coded because you're soft and sweet and adorable and talented and i just really love you okie? never stop writing though, it gets me through on the bad days and i love it.

@springdayysworld- you get nothing, i'll see you in school (show up please no leaves allowed)

@mirxzii- look, all i know is that i love your voice, and that i really want you to show up in the server more so we can interact more, let's get closer next year!!

@blue-jisungs- axeeeee thank you thank you thank you for handling my silly little rants, specially yesterday's. your typos are adorable, your jokes are impeccable, your boomerness is lowkey rubbing off on me, and i really hope that i can write like you one day. i wish we can become better friends this coming year and continue being idiots. please don't stop being so axe :D ilysm <3

@haecien- cienciencien my smol tiny little bean i know you're older than me but ignore that please it's so fun to tease you and talk to you and simp with you. everything's just so much more fun with your unfiltered commentary and random rocket pictures (please don't stop). one day i would like to count all your husbands and complain to your bf (when is he asking you out please spare us) but until then, i love you.

@aakomii- i'm still surprised you followed me back tbh, you've always been a writer i've appreciated a lot and i'm glad i made an impression big enough lol, let's become good friends next year!

@etherealyoungk- give me your patience or your talent please, it takes me out every time. another thing i wonder is how are you so calm after stanning kwon soonyoung of all people (what is the secret tell me i need to know) but either way, i hope new year treats both of us well <3

@glosskirt- heheheheh fellow army ilysm we haven't interacted much but i hope we talk more because you're sooo fun <333

@candewlsy- mizu!! let's talk more because we really vibe and i look forward to every meme you send me (and the flirting. gotta love the flirting lmao)

@kkooongie- when you become moots on the last day on the year 😁🥰