#and they'll love you and cherish you and someday. you will too

[goatcheesecak3]

I hate you too Pt.1

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x afab!reader

Minors dni

Warnings: nsfw, alcohol use

Fic type: enemies to lovers, smut, a dash of fluff at the very end, also Scott Tibbs cameo teehee

Summary: you and Adam have been rivals for years, but after begrudgingly letting him crash at your apartment, things take an unexpected turn.

A/n: this is my first time writing a smut in YEARS so I'm a little rusty. This is just a short one, but I how you enjoy it! I've maybe got an idea for a part two of this, so let me know if you want it!

"Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't tell me he was gonna be here" you huffed to your friend, Mark.

"Was I meant to?" He asked, looking at you as if you were insane.

"Yes! I wouldn't have come if I knew he was gonna be here"

You were at some sleazy dive bar, you and a group of friends had decided you all needed to get outside and have some fun- well, you, your friends and him.

"Him" was Adam, a twenty seven year old photographer with a mean attitude. He was as much of a part of the group as you were, his friends were your friends and they all got along. However, for some reason the pair of you never clicked. You thought he was hot-headed and rude, while he thought you were vapid and snarky.

"Come on, just play nice for tonight, alright?" Mark pleaded with you, "he's been having a rough time lately. You know it's coming up on one year now..."

Almost a year ago, Adam had had a pretty terrible ordeal. He'd been kidnapped by a serial killer and chained up somewhere. He was missing for about a week before he was found, shackled, bloody and nearly dead. You hated his guts, but even you found yourself worrying for him. You recalled back to when you and your friends had visited him in the hospital...

...

"I didn't know any of you guys could bake, who made these? They're better than an orgasm" Adam groaned, munching away on a third cookie.

"That was your best friend" Mark had teased, while your other friend, Scott let out a snigger.

"You made me cookies?" Adam raised an eyebrow at you "have you tampered with these in any way?"

"No, I haven't tampered with them you dumbass. Besides, you're literally going in for your fourth one right now, would it really matter if I had at this point?" You rolled your eyes.

Mark and Scott giggled to themselves, they loved watching the two of you argue.

"So if you're not trying to poison me, then why did you...?"

"Look, this doesn't mean we're friends or anything, okay. I just... I guess getting kidnapped probably sucked" you looked away, not wanting to continue taking and accidentally say something too nice.

...

Adam came over to the booth where you, Scott and Mark had been sat, sipping on beers.

"I think that's my cue to go for a cigarette" you said, rising from your seat.

"You gotta cut down on those man, they'll kill you someday" Scott tutted, half joking.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" you called as you dissappeared into the outdoor smoking area.

It was peaceful out there, no one else but you. You huddled yourself under a grimy looking awning and struggled to light your cigarette with your shitty, dying lighter.

"You shouldn't joke about that shit" an all too familiar voice broke the silence.

You spun around, slightly startled, to see Adam stood there.

"Don't follow me, you creep" you scoffed, unable to hide the disgust in your face, even if you wanted to.

"I'm serious, don't joke about wanting to die in public. You don't know who's listening"

He was referring to jigsaw, of course. His whole "cherish your life" thing made jokes like that grounds for kidnap and torture. Adam had a good point.

"Just looking out for you" he said, his unwelcoming expression unchanging.

You glared at him, your frustration building as you struggled to light your cigarette.

"Just use this" he tossed his own lighter to you.

"Thanks".

When you had finished lighting yours, Adam lit up one for himself. The two of you smoked in silence, avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet awkwardly.

...

Your walk home was a strange one, to say the least. Your mind felt cloudy, so you decided to take the long way home. You'd drank just enough alcohol to reach a weird stare of clarity, where your mind was alert enough for you to think coherently, but uninhibited so that you could think about things your sober mind had tried to avoid. Your dream of consciousness ran wild, leading you to all sorts of conclusions.

"Why am I still single? The guys in this city are ugly, that's why. No, that's mean. They're not ugly, just boring yuppie types. I'm friends with the three good looking guys in the city but you couldn't pay me to date them. Oh, admitting that Adam is your friend? Admitting that he's good looking are we now? Okay well maybe he's not my friend, but it's been well established that he's a good looking guy. Hate to admit it, but if his mouth never opened I'd probably find him hot.

Your train of thought took all sorts of twists and turns, but it kept seeming to take you back to thoughts of Adam. You put it down to being drunk and stupid, reminding yourself that you despised Adam, you couldn't stand to see his face, you couldn't stand his whiney, high pitched voice. Ugh. It was so irritating you could practically hear it- no, you could hear it, like really, actually hear it.

"What the fuck? Why didn't my landlord tell me he was doing this tonight?"

Adam was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, next to his apartment building, which had been draped in a yellow and black striped tent. As he paced, he whacked his mobile phone with his hand a few times, muttering things like "shit" and "Come on, stupid thing".

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened here. Adam's apartment building had been fumigated, and with no working phone, he was pretty much stranded for the night. You couldn't help but laugh.

Adam's eyes shot towards you, his expression a mixture of hatred and relief. You were the last person he wanted to see him struggle, but at least he knew you'd begrudgingly help him out.

"Jesus y/n, you scared the shit outta me. Did you follow me or something?"

You shook your head.

"I was out for a walk, this little shitshow" you pointed toward him "was just a happy coincidence."

Adam bit the insides of his cheeks. He wanted to be rude to you, he wanted so bad to wipe that smug grin off your face, but he knew he couldn't, not while he needed something from you.

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call scott" his voice had no inflection whatsoever.

"Negative. Out of juice"

"Ah jesus, fuck.." Adam held his head and began to pace. He looked less annoyed and more concerned now.

"Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth, throwing his nokia onto the floor. In an anticlimactic bounce, it landed by your feet.

"Jeez, if it's that serious you can just charge this thing at my place" you sighed, picking up his phone and noting that you had the same one.

Adam looked at you as though you were lying to him.

"Come ON, before I change my mind" you ordered, finally feeling the cold of the night, and wanting to be inside quickly.

Adam followed, and the two of you walked in silence.

...

There was something palpable in the air of your tiny apartment that night, like a storm brewing. It intensified by the second, and when Adam threw himself onto your sofa as if he owned the place it only became stronger. You marched to your bedroom to grab your charger, quietly seething. Everything he did pissed you off. The way he so arrogantly shoved your decorative cushions aside so he could sit, the way he looked at your posters, your furniture. Judging, silently judging. You tossed him the charger, and sat in an armchair. The sofa had plenty of room for you to sit too, but the thought of being in such close proximity to him filled you with a white hot burning rage.

Some time passed, neither of you had spoken, instead opting to chainsmoke. Part of you was hoping the thick cloud of smoke would obscure your view of him. The silence sat heavily above you, until Adam's voice broke through it.

"Scott's not picking up."

"Have you tried Mar-"

"Obviously I've tried Mark"

Both your sentences were short, snappy. Being alone together was uncomfortable and awkward as all hell, if just one of you could swallow your pride and break the ice it would have been bearable at least, but you were both stubborn as mules.

Adam let out a sigh.

"Look, this isn't ideal for either of us but.." You took a deep breath, "you can stay here if you're really outta options"

Adam responded to this, in what you assumed was his language for gratitude. He liberated a small bottle of whiskey from the inside pocket of hig ratty jacket and plopped it down on the coffee table.

"If this is as much of a nightmare for you as it is for me, then I think we could both use some of this" he said.

"Hey look, finally something we can agree on" you almost laughed, standing up to head to the kitchen and grab two tumblers.

The two of you drank generous amounts, you had put a record on quietly just to add some sort of ambience, because the silence had begun to feel quite oppressive.

"You know, there's probably more than just that" Adam finally said, startling you a little.

"Huh?"

"I mean, there's probably more we agree on than just the fact that tonight is a nightmare"

"Dude, that conversation was like 20 minutes ago, are you slow or something?" You scoffed.

Adam rolled his eyes

"I mean, shit y/n, I love this album. All your posters, the stacks of dvds, we pretty much have the same apartment. Maybe yours is a bit more flouncy than mine.."

"And also yours is filled with bugs judging by that fumigation tent" you quipped, unable to resist the urge to get a jab in.

Adam paused, and gave you a look. It wasn't one you knew how to describe.

"What I'm saying is, we've got a lot in common. I seriously don't get why you have such a problem with me"

You were absolutely dumbfounded. That jerk! He was acting like you were the one with a problem? You sat there with your mouth agape for a second or two, before snapping at him.

"You're the one that started this feud! Always giving me dirty looks, poking fun at the way I dress, which by the way, is ridiculous because we dress exactly the same!" You blurted out, almost raising your voice.

Unexpectedly Adam began to laugh. He threw his head back and cackled like a hyena.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" You asked, a slight tone of seriousness to your voice.

"No, no, no... I- I get out now" Adam struggled to get out between laughs, "I get why we hate eachother so much"

Your curiosity got the better of you

"Why...?"

"Okay so, there's always been something between us, we thought it was animosity, right?" His face became plastered with a devilish grin

"It's not that, it's not that at all. It's sexual tension"

"That's disgusting! You're sick in the head!" You cried out, insulted at the very notion.

"Come on, y/n, we both know it. You wanna hit this sooooo bad" he smirked, his smug, awful grin sending waves of anger throughout your body.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard" you retorted, doing your best to ignore what felt like excitement bubbling in your chest... and other parts of your body.

"Aw, are you too much of a good girl to admit it?" He teased.

You tried to fight it, but it was absolutely no use. Those two words just did something to you. Your body, not wanting to comply with your better judgement, gave away your feelings. You blushed, and Adam saw it.

He let out a low chuckle. He was infuriating, you felt this innate, primal urge deep inside you, like you wanted to pounce on him. But to do what? Punch him? Kiss him? You'd find out in the moment.

"Get up" you ordered, rising to your feet

"Woah, are you gonna try and fight me out something?" Adam laughed, only half concerned.

"I don't know yet" you said flatly, eyes trained on Adam as he stood to face you.

Before you could make a decision, your body reacted for you. Your arms threw themselves around his shoulders, one hand running itself through his surprisingly soft hair, the other resting on the back of his neck, pulling him toward you.

Your lips immediately met his, as you kissed him hungrily. With even more fervor, Adam kissed back, his tongue slipping into your mouth. One of his hands found itself on your waist, the other was groping your ass.

Your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute, this was the stupidest thing you'd ever done, but you'd never felt more alive. It was dangerous, a little wrong even, but so right at the same time.

You pulled away for a second, only to breathlessly utter the word "bedroom".

Adam nodded, before resuming kissing you. Your bodies remained firmly pressed together as you stumbled down the hall and into your bedroom. The two of you removed your jackets and tshirts, tossing them god knows where. You honestly couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your bodies became horizontal, it was such a blur, but somehow you ended up laying on the bed, Adam on top of you.

He had begun to kiss all over your neck, the sensation of his hot breath making your stomach flip. You let out a few moans as his hands explored your torso, feeling every inch of you. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that same shit eating grin as always.

You could feel how hard Adam was through his jeans, he grinded against you and you felt your hips involuntarily buck forwards, wanting more friction. Adam noticed this straight away.

"Someone's impatient" he chuckled, his voice smug as ever

"Shut up" you just about managed to get out between gasps.

"Let's pay a little more attention to your top half first, you can be a good girl and wait a little longer" he whispered as his hands found the clasp of your bra and made hasty work of it.

There was that nickname again, the one that made wetness pool in your panties, the one that made your nails dig into Adam's back as you pulled him closer.

Adam's soft lips gently brushed over your nipples, his tongue dancing across your flesh. He was surprisingly gentle, his delicate touches were just light enough to drive you wild, you desperately needed more.

"Adam..." You whined, hoping he would stop teasing you.

"God, y/n, you're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He grinned, "so desperate to be fucked"

He loved seeing you like this, having you right in the palm of his hand. Well aware that Adam was enjoying watching you squirm, a myriad of insults flew through your mind, and you would have called him every single one of them if you didn't want him inside you so badly.

Thankfully, Adam stopped waiting around, and removed your jeans and underwear all in one swift motion. He'd never admit it, but he was getting rather impatient too. His hands on your legs, holding them apart, he stopped for a second to admire your pussy. You were visibly dripping, and knowing that it was he who had done that to you gave Adam a real ego boost. That arrogant son of a bitch.

"So wet for me, y/n" he murmured, eyes glued to your womanhood, as his hands rubbed along the insides of your thighs, getting juuuust close enough to your pussy to make you hyper aware that nothing was touching it- and you needed that touch urgently.

"Stop talking and just fuck me, Stanheight!" You yelled, hoping your voice would sound demanding and assertive, but instead sounding desperate and weak.

"Hmmm" he hummed, as though he were deeply considering what you had just said.

Suddenly you finally felt some sort of touch between your thighs. Two of Adam's fingers ran along your slit, smearing your juices across your entrance, and up to your clit.

The gasp you let out as you threw your head back was partly in pleasure, partly in relief. When his fingers rubbed gently across your clit, your hips rolled, trying to press against his fingers for more friction, but as soon as his fingers were there, they were gone again.

Looking up to see why Adam had stopped, the sight that met you was both unexpected, and an absolute delight. It was Adam, his eyes shut and his beautiful, sharp features accentuated by the low light of your lamp. He was licking your fluids off his fingers.

You felt a brand new wetness begin to spill out of you at this, as you uttered a breathy "fuck, that's hot".

He winked cockily, as he admired the state you were in. Fully Nude, and spread open to show him how wet you were. Hard little nipples and a dazed, blushing face. He found your soft lips and open mouth particularly attractive. He would have loved to shove his cock deep in there until the Mascara ran from your eyes, he thought you'd look quite pretty all tear stained and used. But that was something he would wait for next time, it was too intense for a first time together, and quite frankly, at this point he was getting just as desperate to fuck as you were.

"You got any condoms?" He asked, standing up to unzip his jeans and yank them down with his boxers

"Top drawer" you pointed to your dresser, and sat up on your elbows to get a good look at Adam's naked body. His torso was pale and slim, at the bottom of his tummy a small trail of hairs was dusted across his flesh, leading down to some recently trimmed black hairs. His dick was a wonderful sight, a decent length and a girth that looked like it would stretch you delightfully. He had a pretty pink tip, which was glistening with precum. You made a mental note that at some point you would love to give him a real slow, sloppy blow job.

Adam positioned himself over you, and lined his cock up to your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your folds.

"I'll be gentle to start off" he whispered, almost tenderly, as he planted a soft kiss at your jawline.

You nodded, signaling that you were ready for him to enter you.

He started off with just that pretty pink tip of his, carefully pushing it into your hole. He let out a low hum, while a gasp escaped your lips.

"More" you whined

"God, you're hot" Adam remarked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

He eased himself in further, his girth slowly stretching you.

"Shit you're so tight" he muttered, more to himself than to you. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Adam looked at you, there was a glint of something a little too intimate for hate-fucking in his eyes.

"No, it feels good" you nodded, feeling yourself adjust to his size.

Adam gently pushed the rest of himself inside you, until he was all the way in. After waiting for a few seconds, he began to thrust. He maintained a steady, fast pace. His face buried in your neck breathing you in, your bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh god Adam" you cried out, loving every second of it. All that rage from earlier had transformed into an insatiable need to feel him all over you. Your hands roamed up and down his back, running through his hair and gripping onto his body, holding him close as your legs wrapped around him, letting him in deeper.

Adam lifted his head from the crook of your neck and abruptly stopped thrusting. He was looking down at you now, that cocky grin plastered over his face.

"Thought you were meant to hate me, hm?" He said.

"Who said I didn't" you uttered, breathlessly.

"Well if that's the case, then maybe I should stop"

Oh he was good.

"Don't you even think about it" you said urgently.

Adam's face could only be described as mischievous, as he pulled himself up and slowly began pulling his dick out of you. You let out a small whimper at the loss of the feeling of him filling you up.

"I wanna know how badly you want it" he smirked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand along your thigh.

He knew just how to drive you wild, his soft touches and playful teasing made your core feel like it was on fire.

"C'mon Adam, quit fucking around" you whined.

He shook his head

"Beg."

That bastard.

Never in your life would you ever have imagined needing something from Adam Stanheight so badly that you would be willing to beg for it, let alone this, but now it was actually happening, you were seriously considering it.

He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, teasing your entrance and making it nearly impossible to resist. You couldn't fight it, you needed him. You had to swallow your pride and do what he wanted.

With redness painting your cheeks, and all your pride out of the window, you uttered a small "please"

"Please what?" Adam smiled slyly.

"Please fuck me" You said, a little louder now.

"Throw my name in there and I'll consider it"

This was humiliating, this went against everything you stood for, there was no wa-

"Please Adam, please please fuck me"

"Well since you asked so nicely"

There was no build up before Adam plunged himself deep into you, and this time he went harder than before. The obscene sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the air. He held your legs open as he took in what he considered to be the most wonderful sight; your tits bouncing with each thrust, your hands clutching into the bedsheets, your mouth wide open to let out moans of his name. God how he loved the way you said his name.

"Fuck, y/n, why'd we wait so long to do this, huh?" He panted through thrusts

You wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but with Adam repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, there was no way you could form a sentence, or ever remember what words were for that matter. As you started to see stars, finally two words managed to make their way to the forefront of your mind, and you screamed them.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Shit... fuck, me too" Adam groaned, burying his cock deep inside you, before grinding his hips and releasing.

...

When Adam returned from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he wore nothing but his boxers.

"I uhh.. I got you a glass of water" he said awkwardly, placing the drink on the bedside table.

"Thanks" you said shyly.

You weren't exactly sure what the protocol was for the aftermath of sleeping with your arch nemesis, were you supposed to go back to fighting? Were you meant to cuddle? You figured a good place to start was a cigarette. You fished around in your nightstand and pulled out a packet of smokes and a lighter. The ashtray was already resting on top.

"Want one?" You offered casually.

"You keep cigarettes in your bedside table?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. He took one from you and sat next to you on the bed.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first" you teased, affectionately this time.

Adam took a long drag before he spoke.

"So..."

"So..."

"You wanna cuddle or...?" He avoided eye contact, feeling foolish for even asking.

"Or what? Or do I still hate you?" You smiled

"Yeah, or do you still hate me?" He laughed.

You snuggled up to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"I think you're the worst" you joked, resting your head on his shoulder and draping your arm across his chest.

"Hate you too, babe" he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

[l0stfoster]

I’ve been going through all the lore and I’ve noticed we don’t get alot about two-bit sister. If I may ask can we get some stuff on her like

Her relationship with her brother?

Anything interesting about her?

How’s she acted after her brother was jumped?

Just simple things like that!

MOLLY TALK!! I love it when people ask about the side characters, it makes me very giddy. You could argue that Paul got thrown into the main mix because I could not be sane about him. The basics

- Molly's around 8 during the book/musical's events. - She's growing into her features a bit slower, so although her wings can hold her weight, she can't fly too well right now. She's still got lots of down feathers too. - Their mother doesn't let her join Two-Bit and the gang too much, but she's around them a good lot too. They're her flock as well, but she hasn't adjusted to the cultural aspect yet. They'll get her feathers someday - Out of the gang Darry and Ace are her favorites. Steve's probably got a soft spot for her too, since he can float her around. - She also likes the 3 socs when they fall into an alliance with the gang. They cherish her, she's very silly to them. - She's very smart for her age. Absolutely loves school and learning in contrast to Two who couldn't give a fuck about actually learning. - I like to imagine her kinda similarly to Clementine from The Walking Dead lmao. She's soft-spoken and really damn smart, but she's also pretty observant of others. She's still a kid, though, and has that naive innocence that can sometimes do more harm than good. She didn't realize that the socs were foes until Two's jumping.

Her relationship with her brother?

- Molly is very close with Two, she looks at him like he hung the stars and he'd do just about anything for her. It's in their nature; she's little, and his instincts obligate him to protect her-- but she is his sister, too. He'll do anything to keep her safe as is. She's like his shadow, if she's allowed to come with him, she'll follow. He's the one who taught her to fly, how to preen, etc. She mirrors his actions a lot, he taught her to dive-bomb people for shiny stuff; it gets her in trouble at school, though. - He thinks he's good at keeping her away from a lot of the messy stuff, but she's smart. She knows things are rough all over, despite how hard he tries to keep it under wraps. - She doesn't remember it much, but she knows that their father wasn't a good man and that Two commonly put himself in between his wrath and her. That willingness to put himself in danger scares her sometimes, she doesn't want him getting hurt. - She doesn't like that he drinks.

Anything interesting about her?

- She's uncomfortably good at voice mimicking for her age. Her speech patterns can give her away pretty easily because she's just a kid, but there are multiple instances of her actually managing to pull it off. It's an unconscious thing as well, like a vocal stim.

How did she act after her brother was jumped?

- Molly was, unfortunately for her, one of the first people to see Two after his jumping; 'cause Dally bought Two-Bit home and she'd insisted to their mom that she stays up until he got back. - It was terrifying, her mom tried to shield her from it but she'd seen enough. Dally had to promptly pull her out to get her to stop looking. It gave her nightmares, she also insisted on sleeping in his room 'cause she wanted to make sure no one was there. - She couldn't understand why she and her mom couldn't just give Two their molted feathers to fix his wings. - It was probably the first time her flocking instincts kicked in as a harpy, she got REAL protective of Two-Bit. Absolute goblin to deal with for a few weeks because anyone even getting too close to him would have to calm down a very pissy baby bird.

[jikookficsdiarry]

Hello loves!!! Tomorrow is joonies bday and the new episode of AYS comes out!! It's gonna be a blisfful day🤍🥹 im here (finally) to express my thoughts about episode 6 of AYS!

To begin with, no words will ever suffice how this moment completely melted my heart. I begun watching the episode and I had to rewatch this moment so mnay times cause do you see Kookies hand on jiminies back?! and his tone when he says "that's why I wanted to come back", it felt like it was only for Jiminie to hear and like please the assurance, the love and the softness...yeah I just melted...🤍

Yes. I am NEVER. IN. A. MILLION. Years recovering from this....kookie and jiminie here I combusted you'll bye.

[Credits to the owner of the clip :)]

Okay what in the AO3 was this please?! I get it jiminie, kookie is all yours🤭🤍

Okay but the way jiminie was speaking about the little girl and that he would tear up everyday if he had a daughter was so adorable, I hope that someday if he wants to have a child, he is happy when he does cause he'll be the best dad🥹🤍 I hope that kookie and all the other members if they want to have kids someday know that they'll be the best dads and I wish for their happiness always🤍🥹

The best kdrama poster I have ever seen🤍✨️

(If you dont agree, argue with the wall idc :))

I really miss my bubbas:(

CUTIES 🤍🥹 like please I need that picture thank you.

I'm sorry but I felt like I was intruding their role-play at the bar, this was happiness for real like my whole heart🤍🥹

Okay this moment, when jiminie ran to kookie...like kookie is always waiting at the end with open arms and the smile on jiminies face...yeah I li5ek to make myself tear up I guess..

Okay, by now you should know I tear up about a lot of things, but this moment right here...I was crying and I only realised after it ended. Idk how to explain, but the tears wouldn't stop. This moment was so gentle, safe, soft, pure, delicate, and beautiful...the way it meant so much to kookie and jiminie. I don't know exactly what they must have felt for sure but I feel like they were at peace looking at the ocean, together, embracing each other and kookie laying his head on jiminie😭 they are each other's safe place, the love they have for each other is beyond beautiful🤍🥹 this is one of my favourite jikook moments everrrr🤍 so yes I cried, because it touched my heart in the best possible way.

My babies🤍

This epsiode will truly be one of my favourites🤍 I loved the fact that kookie kept saying he was so happy and jiminie and kookie playing in the snow and just making so many beatiful moments to cherish forever, especially that they were going to enlist, the fact that jiminie forgot his camera whilst going to the convenient store said so much that he felt like it was yet another holiday with his best friend and not a job, the way kookie enjoyed his food and jiminie too...it was filled with happiness and as always jikooks happiness is mine🤍🥹

I can't wait for episode 7 and to just watch kookie and jiminie be the happiest when they are together🥹🤍

As always AYS you will always be our serotonin🤍

~ Nel🤍

[snail17]

A short fic about Kouyou and Mori if Dazai had taken Chuuya with him when he left the Port Mafia.

Kouyou was standing in Mori's office, looking a bit unsure, her glossy red lips were turned down in a frown, and there was a slight crease in her brow. Mori was watching out the window at the city below. The sky was dark, and the stars were twinkling gently like diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth.

"Was letting them go the right choice?" Kouyou's voice was soft, almost as if she feared the answer.

Mori, lost in thought, took a moment to answer. He continued to gaze out the window for a few more seconds before finally speaking. He watched as two shooting stars flew across the sky, almost side by side, like two souls embarking on a journey together. He turned to face Kouyou, a weary smile on his face, his eyes reflecting the distant starlight.

"They'll be fine, Kouyou. They have each other."

Kouyou nodded, and let out a soft breath. She was still concerned, but deep down she knew it too. They would be fine. They were partners after all. 

"I suppose you're right. They make quite the duo."

She glanced out the window with Mori, taking in the sight of the city below. It was scattered with lights and houses that someplace, somewhere, Chuuya and Dazai were. Mori let out a sigh, the sound heavy with unspoken emotions.

"How about we have some tea?" he suggested, his voice a gentle attempt to bring comfort.

Kouyou managed a small smile at the suggestion. She cherished these moments of normalcy, like finding a warm ember in the cold ashes of a dying fire. Even if they had just let their two protégés go off into the world, the thought of Dazai and Chuuya having their whole lives ahead of them brought a bittersweet ache to her heart.

She felt conflicted, like a mother watching her children grow up before her eyes, never wanting the moments to end. It was all too soon before they were spreading their wings. Kouyou knew they were allowing the boys to make their own choices without guidance. She only hoped they made the right ones.

"That sounds lovely, Mori. I could use a cup of tea right now."

Mori nodded and went to the small tea set in the corner of his office. Kouyou sat gracefully on one of the chairs, watching as Mori poured two cups of tea. He handed one to Kouyou, and sat on the opposite seat to her. He took a sip of his tea, savouring the flavour like a cherished memory, and gave Kouyou a reassuring smile.

"We'll see them again, I have no doubt. For now, we can make the most of the time without them."

Kouyou took a sip of her tea, the warm liquid soothing her nerves like a gentle lullaby. She knew Mori was right. She knew they would cross paths with Dazai and Chuuya again. It was only a matter of time. For now, she tried to focus on the present and enjoy the relative peace. It would be okay. She would be okay.

"You're right. They'll be back someday. And when they do, I'll be sure to give them a piece of my mind for not saying goodbye."

Mori chuckled, the sound rich and warm, like a comforting blanket on a cold night. He was amused by Kouyou's protective, motherly demeanour towards their boys. He knew she acted tough, but in reality, she cared deeply for them.

"I have no doubt you will, my dear. But for now, we just wait."

The two sat in comfortable silence, the tea steaming gently between them, as the stars continued their silent dance in the night sky above. The same sky that shimmered over a partnership full of new beginnings.

This time it would be different.

For all of them.

[bsgpiece]

How will the final months of pregnancy be and how is the crew's reacting to the baby coming soon?

Yayyy, let's slowly get back to answering questions 🥰 LONG POST SORRY

I have a few doubts myself about how it would be at the end, but here we go!

I do think everybody will be very excited for a baby in the crew! I can totally imagine they all reunited wanting to name the baby and competing over the best names (not that Nami or Sanji would pick any of them), who would become the babie's favorite uncle or aunt and things like that.

Until the third trimester they'd be only picturing the good stuff, like, what bad could a baby do?

It's so cute and fun!

As time flies and her body changes, belly getting bigger, Nami will start to have normal limitations for advanced pregnancy, and the crew will spare her from too much effort or stress.

I imagine her feeling guilty about it at first, thinking she's slowing down the crew and giving them extra work (not that anyone actually thinks something like that), and try to compensate doing a lot of extra stuff!

Of course it won't last longer, and Sanji will show her how the crew only cares about her and that it's perfectly fine she's not the same anymore. She doesn't have to be.

She's changing, they're changing. Their lives will never be the same anymore! And you know what? It couldn't be better! They couldn't be happier together and the crew knew and cherish that.

As the due date comes closer and closer, Sanji and Nami will get really anxious about some serious questions: is the sea a safe place to raise a baby? What if Nami goes into labor, is the ship a safe place for it? Should they stay the next months or even years in some island? Start new lives? Give up being pirates?

They knew the crew would support any decisions they make, but it wouldn't be easy.

I can't decide which way they'll take, but I don't think they would leave the crew. Perhaps go back to the east blue? Stay there for the first months or year? Maybe that's more likely.

At the end I believe they'll trust Chopper to help delivery the baby (and I imagine all the crew making big efforts to equip the ship with everything he'll need for that), but at the same time try to go near the coast of an ally territory in case of need.

The crew will definetely be by their side in everything, wanting to make sure the baby arrives in safety. They would never blame Sanji or Nami for changing the crew's dynamic or something like that. They'd be all genuinely happy for them.

I honestly think Sanji and Nami will eventually realize there's no safer place then being around the strongest pirate crew on Earth lmao and just trust their nakamas to protect them.

HOWEVER

I do believe this will be a breakpoint for all the other strawhats changing perspective about their lives and maybe thinking about different lifestyles they may want, settling down and having their own families. Not all of them at once, but maybe, just maybe, they'll slowly start looking for what will comes after piracy.

Here's one last sketch of Sanji and Nami waiting for their lovely daughter

Thanks if you read until here! I love everything about Sanji and Nami, sharing my ideas and headcanons like that makes me really happy. There are so much detail to talk about yet! Hope I can get to it someday.

Anyone feel free to ask me anything, I'll answer everybody, just might take a little time 💕

[highmarc]

MC leaves them a cute something in their textbook when they're sad.

Don't forget to cheer up your friends/close ones from time to time!

Sebastian.

A note, perhaps.

“Hey there, cheer up! The sun is shining, the O.W.L.S no more. Let's breathe out and visit Hogsmeade - we deserve a barrelful of butterbeer after this ordeal of ours. P.S. You still owe me a chocolate frog!”.

Ominis.

A spring flower, not his favourite one, but it makes him smile, and he knows that there's someone who cares about him and his wellbeing. He'll probably save the flower and cherish it as a pleasant memory of his dear friend.

Poppy.

An origami dragon it is. Poppy loves being around animals and creatures of all kinds, and she'll probably like this little cute fella too. She'll even give it a name. It will make her smile every time whenever she feels sad.

Natty.

A handmade ornamented bookmark. The ornament will remind her of her home, and she'll cherish it. She'll thank MC for being so attentive and caring. They'll probably take a walk somewhere outside the castle later.

Amit.

A chocolate frog. Chocolate is pure magic itself, so it will cheer up Amit at once for sure. It will remind him of a star somehow. And a star fetched from the very skies by his dearest friend is a precious gift. (I’m sure Amit will name a constellation after his friend someday, lol).

[intergalacticstarlight]

"Will I always wonder?"

( @sclfmastery sent a meme from here ) - ( H E L L O )

There comes a sharp and startled exhalation of breath through flaring nostrils as that voice echoes through the corridor, the reverberations halting Theta where he stands, one trainer poised centimeters from where it was about to land on the grating. The scent of burned starlight and bittersweet metallic fills his senses and at once he is transported.

Red fields. The lake. A youth spent in the wilds of Gallifrey, twin suns burning too brightly to survive it.

Every syllable of his counterpart's utterance slices into his flesh like the cold edge of a blade, and even in the agony he cherishes the wounds. Theta curls up with them and allows himself to be baptized at the altar of fire and ash. Destruction is his birthright, and it sickens him how he perpetuates it so frequently. So willingly.

So pleasurably on the ones that he loves the dearest.

The memories fade, broken and strewn about in the darkness as his mind transfers control to what he's come to call the 'co-pilot' setting, every biological function reduced to naught more than an aesthetic choice. Respiratory bypass engages and every muscle is taut and frozen in place, the very picture of what one might find in a wax museum. But there is one subtle yet striking opposition.

This effigy has two hearts, and they are both thundering forward beyond any measure of control. The rumbling of them is sure to be heard just as audibly as that damned question. His hair trembles from the strain of his muscles being caught in the place between immobility and the strongest, most delicious urge to run.

Petrification in its totality only lasts for mere seconds before that trainer is plunking down onto the grating with a thud, the sound reminding him of defeat and shame and regret. He can feel it sinking into his flesh, into his muscle and tendon and bones until he wants to scream his throat raw and bloody.

Alternatively Theta turns slowly, every hair on the back of his neck prickling upward in unison as he meets the Master's silhouette with widened umber-eyes containing centuries of fortuitous and absolutely horrifying memories. He is unsure which memories to call upon, now, each one tainted with a veil of the darkness inside of him- obscured and untrustworthy.

"Yes," he says the word on a rush of breath as his respiratory bypass disengages and his lungs begin to function properly once more. His telepathic signature begins to seep out through the cracks of his defenses, dripping thick and viscous down the walls of his mental barriers before coiling outward, the colour a deep and inky navy-black that feels heavier as it floats like a specter through the air.

His words are uttered in a hushed tone that sounds more like a devout prayer than a damning curse.

"At least I hope that you will, because wondering is better. Wondering is safe, and warm and full of fantasies that you can curl up with at night, hoping they'll come true someday, but finding out? Gaining that knowledge? Ooh.. Now that is savagery…" His voice transforms throughout the maundering, taking on a rasp that it had not carried before. "Savagery beyond even your wildest imagination. An entire reality splitting apart and being sewn back together again and again until everything is ragged and torn and screaming..."

Theta's body shudders as the memories cascade over his head like an inky wave, staining him with madness. He turns away from the Master, from the memories and ghosts and voices hissing through the ventilation ducts and moves to hurry down the corridor without another word, his face locked in a pained expression and his umber eyes watery.

[hisadoringkitten]

I've not done much these last few days but paint my sons skateboard. It's his 6th birthday next week, and it's all he asked for. I feel the need to make it extra special, knowing that soon after his birthday, I'm going to break his little heart telling them I'm not coming to North Carolina with them. I've poured myself into it for days. It looks great, but it's bitter sweet. I hope he loves it, that it's everything he wanted and more.

My resolve to leave is not shaken in the least. I know and trust your plans for me, and I know it's not going to be easy, but it's getting harder every day to look into their sweet faces and pretend everything is okay.

I know a lot of people are going to think that I'm a bad mother, that I'm abandoning my kids. I know the truth, you do too... that I'm not stable enough to be the mommy they deserve right now, that a year or two from now, I'll be so much better able to be what they need... by then, they'll call me mom, I won't be mommy anymore. I want to cherish the moments I have left with them before I go, but I know it'll be easier for everyone if I keep distancing myself from them now.

My heart hurts for them. But if I'm ever going to be able to give them the life they deserve, I have to find myself, grow, and become the best version of me. I'll be able to provide for them, and hopefully, they'll see that tough decisions can pay off in the end, that working on yourself can lead to amazing things you never thought possible. I hope they see that I'm doing this out of love for them and a need to learn how to love myself... maybe someday.

For now, I'm trying to stay focused. Eyes on the prize. Independence. Following my dreams. Standing up for myself and not accepting less than what I need to thrive. Survival mode no longer cuts it for me. I will be better. I will do more. I will chase success until I catch it, and I'll only let go to chase bigger success. Not just professionally, but personally. With your help and guidance, I will fill the voids of a social life, of art and passion, of submission to a worthy Dom. I'll get healthy and active, I'll work on my mental health and heal the wounds that keep me from living. Their scars I'll carry with pride, a reminder of how far I've come, of how much I've had to overcome in my life.

For the first time ever, I'm putting my needs before the wants of others, and I'll not let this break me. Even if sometimes it feels too heavy, knowing that you're there to help me shoulder it. I may be just starting to learn independence, but I'm not doing it alone. I'm lucky to have such amazing guidance, so backed by love and devotion, I have no choice but to succeed.

Thank you, Sir, for everything you do to help me, to teach me. I promise my bloom will be worth the work, time, and frustrations.

[acandleandastory]

Are you still dreaming of him? Closing your eyes to feel the memories? Is it, consuming the most of your being, believing that he could give you ephemeral peace?

Why is it enough? Begging for the crumbs, the moon pities you honey. Give up before it's too late, give up before it becomes funny.

Why are you the glitch in the matrix? When you hear his voice, do you want to play tricks? *Rolling the sleeves up* "We're here to take risks" aren't we? On a Sunday night for a walk and a cigarette, are you free?

Have you drained your senses yet? What's abetting you to forget, what you cherish like a sunset. Your love, secretly instilled with the thoughts of him, don't you hate it when it makes you upset?

being the first one to laugh when nobody dares to, darling you're the promising daft for whoever stares you. Did you bat your eyes at him thinking you'll get away with it? Someday, I hope it doesn't shake your spirit.

is it your problem or his, if it makes sense to you but not to him? did you hold a dagger for him? did you do it on your own? is it his crime or yours? even when he was the one to abet, and left you all alone.

did he hush you into doing what you wanted to, when you couldn't admit? when you look into his eyes, does all the blood rush to your brain or to your cheeks? something tells him he's going to get what he wants, and someone tells you to just stop and connect the dots.

would you hate him when it's all over? when you get ahead of him, would they stop telling you to grow up? is he your friend when laughs at you or is he your friend when your lips are closer? none, you see. none, you believe. then, where's the closure?

they'll all let you be and hold you back when you show the side of yours that wants to jump off a cliff, but what about when you show the side that bleeds without a wound? how would they know how deep it is?

[whispering-dreams]

Two hearts beat in silence,

As they pass each other by,

Their eyes meet in a moment,

But they quickly look aside.

They see each other often,

At work, day after day,

And though they're both taken,

Their hearts begin to stray.

They talk and laugh and flirt,

In a way that's hard to ignore,

But they both know deep down,

That they can't ask for more.

One of them wants something,

That she simply can't have,

A love that's out of reach,

A dream that's just too grand.

She tries to push it away,

To ignore the feelings inside,

But they keep coming back,

And she can't help but confide.

To a friend or a diary,

She pours out her heart and soul,

Hoping that someday soon,

She'll find a way to be whole.

But for now, she keeps it hidden,

A secret that she can't share,

And though her heart may ache,

She knows that she must be fair.

To the one she's with now,

And to the one she can't have,

She'll keep her feelings hidden,

And hope that someday she'll laugh.

With a love that's true and pure,

And a heart that's finally free,

To love the one she's meant to,

And be the person she's meant to be.

She wonders if in another life,

They were meant to be together,

If fate had played a different hand,

And they could love each other forever.

But for now, she'll keep it hidden,

And cherish the moments they share,

Hoping that someday, somehow,

They'll find a way to be a pair.

Until then, she'll keep dreaming,

Of a love that's pure and true,

And hope that someday, somehow,

It will lead her back to you.

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

Sorry OP for ranting here, but your post was timed perfectly. You don't have to read or respond to this, it's just my personal experience!

I haven't watched the whole live even now, because I've been avoiding it ever since it came out. I haven't even watched the trailer honestly. But coincidentally today, when I came home from an overwhelming day, I decided to also watch the trailer, and I also cried, especially during memento mori and cosmos. After that, I finally decided to ease myself into it, and tried watching a few of the actual performances. I didn't start from the beginning, I jumped to Love me and Cosmos, and honestly, they were gut wrenching. I. genuinely almost threw up from crying so hard. Well for one, because I miss Atsushi so damn much. I kept thinking that I wish I could just somehow give him a telepathic kiss or hug, and the other members too. But the other reason I cried was rather positive, it was because I remembered how damn proud I am of the 5 of them, and the fandom, really. I'm so grateful that they are continuing, and I'm grateful to all the people that stayed to support them. And for the community that holds the life in everyone who feels lost since his passing.

I don't think I can finish watching it yet, but those 2 performances were beautiful. Love me had some technical issues, and you could feel the members got flustered, but they kept playing together, and in the end Acchan's voice synced back with them. 🤍🐈‍⬛

Cosmos - - - - - It was over for me. I couldn't help but feel that I'm soooo incredibly thankful that such a magical person as Atsushi exists. "Can you feel it, it's my voice" - during cosmos, I could definitely "feel" his voice. He was there on that stage singing. I watched it with closed eyes honestly but, it felt so warm. The warmth that Acchan left for all of us. And the audience singing together at the end, I officially lost it. 🫠I tried singing along, but my emotions took the best of me lol. I wanted to watch Namonaki Watashi too, but at that point, I knew this was enough for now.

I'll definitely watch it from beginning to end someday but, for now I'm happy I was able to watch this much and not come out of it severely depressed lol. I came out with a feeling that I should continue cherishing my favorite band for as long as I can, and I'll keep on supporting them. I don't think I'll ever stop crying about Atsushi, it's like half of my soul has been ripped out of me since he left. But, I also gained the other half of it back when I met him. So yes, it's definitely a conflicting feeling, happiness and sadness, gratitude and regret honestly. But, I'll always cherish him, and I think the members will too.

I haven't talked about the album release either since I had mannnyy conflicted feelings. Now, I'm excited to see what they'll do next. Atsushi is still around, I know, I'm sure the members do too. I hope I'll be able to listen to the new album and I won't avoid it like the Genshou ahah. Let's all hear Imai and Hide sing some nice songs, I'm sure Acchan is very proud of all of them, for how brave and strong they are.

I cried over the part where Cosmos comes up and this is just the trailer. I'm just shook over how Imai, Hide, Yuta and Toll managed to keep it together throughout even though I did sense them appearing sentimental at times. A part of me feels conflicted abt this too.

[primojade]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

“ may the day where we discard all lies for good come soon. ”

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | romantic tropes that I think would fit them just right.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x albedo, wanderer, cyno and tighnari (separate); fluff, mild angst, pining, cursingcursing, kind of cheesy lmao; no proofread; let me know if I missed anything!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | This is a very self indulgent fic that I thought of while writing the next chapter of fallacies of love. And yes, I finished this first before that one 🤣 btw, this may or may not have part 2 but for different characters ueue. If I find the motivation to write a continuation, that is xD

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second chances to love

Two old friends meet again wearin' older faces. And talk about the places they've been. Two old sweethearts who fell apart somewhere long ago. How are they to know, someday they'd meet again. And have a need for more than reminiscin'.

Can two people finally find their shared happiness the second time around? Is there really a way to fully mend a heart broken by the past? Are second chances really the answer to the heartache that one carried in the present times?

Your relationship with Albedo unfortunately did not work out as you want it to, and as he put it with the Traveller, once a relationship starts to drift away, it will become bothersome. 

But can you really be blamed for why you fell for him? Albedo is a charming man, intelligent to a fault, a gentleman at heart, and your greatest source of inspiration. That's why when he started to show signs of interest in you unlike any other, you wholly welcomed it, cherished it in your heart even. The more time you spend with him, he shows you the other side of himself that he refuses to show to anyone else. The sliver of attention and dare say, love, that he shows you was enough to make your heart race. 

But alas, love alone was not enough, and you both know it—his mere attention is not enough to call…whatever this is…as "love". For only when your heart began to feel weary of his constant busy schedule that you realised that some love was not meant to hold onto. Love that could become your sweetest poison to indulge, love that will surely drift no matter how hard you hold on. And there is that kind of love that cannot be yours no matter how besotted you are.

You were tired waiting for him to decide, to pull you close to him, but when he deemed you too close, he would shoved you away. You got tired waiting for his decision to make, and in the end, it was not you. So, you did what you knew was best for the both of you. To end everything before it becomes to the point of no return.

Still, the heart is a very fickle and turbulent thing, artificial as it may, and just as love could bring you to the highest summits of happiness, Albedo found out that it could also bring you to the lowest depths of despair. For only when you were gone to his life that he realised that the love he took for granted was the one who gave him the true meaning of this world.

Shaking to the very core of his being was the ache that no alchemy nor chemical experiments could soothe, Albedo tries his best to move on, to pretend that everything is alright, pretending that all things will go back to the way it was once, but…

Maybe this time, it'll be lovin' they'll find. Maybe now they can be more than just friends. They're back in his life, and it feels so right. Maybe this time, love won't end.

But alas, time doesn't help when moving on, it does not help him heal, it only teaches him to live with the pain. Settling himself to be your friend does not cool down his flame, and when Albedo sees you smiling at him again, laughing and waiting for him, that flame burns even brighter than ever before. And this time, if he tried his best again…maybe this time, this promised love will never end.

“Maybe…maybe this time? Are you…willing to try again?" He asked, hope blooming and his artificial heart beating so fast in his chest it might as well jump to your hands and never leave again. This time…he will make sure to do everything right, and give you everything he had, this time.

“Because the only way to love someone unconditionally is to realise that it may be lost.”

friends to lovers

Do you remember when I said I'd always be there? Ever since we were ten, baby. When we were out on the playground playing pretend. Didn't know it back then.

“[Name], let's make haste. The weather today is too perfect for our weekly surveillance, and I do not trust you to not wander in the forest and accidentally poison yourself. So, you are coming with me.” 

You immediately noticed the peculiar twinkle in his bicoloured eyes, the lightest tint of pink on his cheeks, the twitch of his ears and the slight wag of his tail. All of his mannerisms are so familiar to the point that you could hear the barely concealed excitement in his usually stern tone. 

Perhaps it's because you have known him since you were both still in diapers? Tighnari has always been someone passionate at what he does, talented and smart and reliable, he was always there to help you even before you asked of him, hell, sometimes, even before you knew you yourself needed some help. He was that perceptive when it comes to you.

Even during the times he was busy with his research papers in the Akademiya, Tighnari would not hesitate to discard whatever he was doing in favour of knowing what was happening to you. He was even fussier than a mother, and would scold you harder than a father would. But as much as his lectures become weary at times, you know that it all comes with good sentiment for your well being, and for his love for you.

Love…for being his very first friend, you supposed. The very first person who saw him through all his hardships, his achievements, seeing him at his lowest and highest. It was supposed to make you feel happy and proud that he still chose you even though it felt like he became someone so…unreachable now. Capable, reliable and an akademiya scholar. And nowadays, the word 'friend' has merely brought bittersweet feelings and nostalgia to your heart.

Love…is not something he would be thinking right now. He was busy enough taking care of the forest and the former sages as it is, and professing your long-term feelings for your childhood friend was not something you would call a wise decision. You were not ready to risk your decades of friendship for something as fickle as love…

Now I realize you were the only one. It's never too late to show it. Grow old together, have feelings we had before. Back when we were so innocent. I pray for all your love. Our love is so unreal. I just wanna reach and touch you, squeeze you, somebody pinch me. This is something like a movie. And I don't know how it ends. But I fell in love with my best friend.

But even though he was supposed to have his hands full, even though you knew the right and logical actions to never disrupt the fine line between friends and lovers, the heart is not something that was meant to be repressed. Ever. 

But what it felt like endless nights of pining, of hopeless hoping, of days of being a lovestruck fool had ended when Tighnari, finally, had enough of your indecision and tiptoeing with him. There were no grand confession like what those Inazuman novels wrote in exaggeration, nor any special place he took you aside from the secret base that you two found as children before. But it felt just as special as he kissed you without reckless abandon, having exchanged the closeness of being friends, to the intimacy of being lovers, at last. 

“...If, hypothetically speaking, would you still choose to return home when I tell you that I wanted to keep you for myself?”

(denial) enemies to lovers.

I never knew life could be like this. Never thought that I would be the one that you would kiss. I never knew love could be so rough. But now I found the real thing I can't get enough.

The first time you met the General Mahamatra, you already knew that you two wouldn't get along. It's not because of his steadfast sense of justice and persistence, or the way he apprehends scholars who broke the academic rules, no, but it's because of how he glared and scowled at you worse than the criminals he set his eyes on. 

It does scare you a bit, especially when you knew to yourself that you did not do anything that would warrant his attention. Tighnari said that your research topic is safe enough, so you don't understand why…why is he so adamant at menacingly tailing you as if you didn't know he was watching you like a hawk in the library? Does he not realise that despite his short stature, ability to sneak undetected and blend in the background, he was basically standing out? And no, it's not because your eyes literally gravitate towards him and would be the first thing that you zoomed into when you knew he was nearby. It's definitely not that.

Though when you decided to bravely confront Cyno about his suspicious behaviour around you, he merely gave you a hard stare boring into your soul, scowling, before saying it's none of your business and walking off. You have never guessed the General Mahamatra is just so rude!! 

Though when you tell this discovery to Tighnari, frowning and fuming, the fennec therianthrope hide a barely concealed amused grin with a shake of his head and told you that's just the way Cyno is when he was faced with something that he didn't know how to handle and deal with…namely, his emotions and the actions that come with it. 

You decided to ignore the sly implications your friend was conveying to you, because there's just…no way that would ever happen! Though the reddening of your ears and the loud thundering of your heart didn't escape the Forest Watcher's observant eyes.

The sweetest surprise caught me tonight, right there in your eyes while I was kissing you. So don't say that you don't love, everything you dreamed of could be here.

"It isn't like what you think!" You exclaimed, defensive, eyes filled with horror as Tighnari smugly smirked at you. "I don't like the guy! He's irritating! And bossy! He's always picking on me! The only reason why I'm thinking of him is because surely, you're a lot nicer than him, unless we talk about your sass."

"Keep your reasons, [Name]." The fennec hybrid snickered when you glared at him. "I personally think you would not feel the need to compare someone to anyone if they weren't important. Really, my parents started like that."

You felt your whole face flushed in embarrassment. "Shut up. It doesn't mean—"

"Deny it as much as you like, but there's a very thin line between love and hate, you know. All those bickering, those exchanges of offending commentaries, calling each other names…" His grin turned wicked, before his eyes darted behind you. "Who knows? Perhaps you and Cyno are merely harbouring what we like to call…hmm…yes, adoration."

"The audacity! How could I adore that guy? There's no way!!" 

Perhaps it may take time. But even though you both were in deep denial, even with the thunderous lies crossing your lips and the faux masks he wore, someday…somewhere, when the time is right and when you felt a little braver, you could finally admit that you loved him too, from the very beginning.

“When you believe me when I say I disliked you, why can't you believe me all the same when I say I love you, too?”

stuck together

…And I tried to find out if this one thing is true. That I'm nothing without you. I know better now and I've had a change of heart…

Sometimes, it does get hard taking care of him, there was no doubt about that. When you accepted the job offered to you by the Dendro Archon herself of taking care and basically being a prison warden of the "false god" that tried to take over her own country, you dreadedly knew that this was not something like a walk in the park, the one-of-a-kind job that you've never handled before. 

But for the sake of not disappointing the newly-freed Archon, you tried your best to get along with your ward. He never ever told you his name, saying a lowly mortal like you doesn't deserve to know, and the few conversations you had with him were just full of insults, cruel remarks and if he's being somber enough to ignore your presence entirely, only silence remains between you two.

This same scenario had stretched over for months, and at this point, you were certain that this boy was merely testing your patience, if that annoying,  arrogant and knowing smirk was anything to go by.

Though little by little, you noticed a bit of changes in his attitude towards you. It takes a shit ton amount of time till he stop with his cutting words, and instead of calling you a 'weak worm' just like what he loves calling your fellow human beings, he would settled with 'stupid mortal' for you instead. His condescending remarks would tone down a bit as well; and at times when he feels like it, he would even answer your questions and inquiries. His good moods were literally just him allowing only you to share under the warm shade of his hat during the rainy days or when the sun is too high.

I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else. I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself. I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart. I'd rather have the one who holds my heart.

Little by little, step by step that you barely noticed it, he would allow you to see a part of himself that he locked tightly centuries ago. During the restless nights when he was visited by nightmares he long to forget, he would wordlessly seek out your company, and you knew better than to ask him and pester him what was wrong. Deep inside, when this happened, he was grateful that you didn't pry any further. 

This was a routine that you both fell comfortably with, albeit started as a weird, and exasperating one. Cutting insults slowly turned into playful bickerings, his rude name calling became a little affectionate, and sometimes, just sometimes, he would begrudgingly allow you to hold him in an embrace to keep him grounded and sane. 

There was one time that he accidentally fell asleep on you in this position, while running your fingers through his surprisingly soft and silky hair, and the dumbfounded expression on his face when he woke up leaning on you was so worth the numbness of your body the whole night. He then proceeds to threaten you to never speak of this event ever again (especially to anyone or else!) his ears turning adorably red and his face flaming with embarrassment, to your amusement.

These moments are both precious and irreplaceable to both of you, and when the time comes that he could finally find it in himself to completely trust, to trust you fully, once again…maybe it would also be the time that he would trust you with his name, at long last.

“They're the person who held me at my weakest, their eyes saw me at my darkest, and after all of that, they're the one who continued to love me at my worst.” 

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[dorotheataylor]

My favorite parts from some songs I like:

Ladies and Gentlemen will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my, Lover...

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, All's well that ends well to end up with you, Swear to be over dramatic and true to my, Lover...

And you'll save all your dirtiest joke for me, And at every table, I'll save you seat, Lover...

Damn, I love the Lover era of our Queen Tay. And this whole song is soo soo good. I literally couldn't choose any one specific part but this one was something I couldn't ignore. And I’d definitely want this song to be played at my wedding😌💕

Darling, just hold my hands. Be my girl, I'll be your man. I see my future in your eyes...

I love this whole fucking song but this part is just✨ Like it’s the man here is indirectly promising her to love and cherish her forever if only she gives him a chance. Damn, another very perfect song for a wedding🤧 And this would also be a perfect one to play while dancing with your s/o and look at them with all love and happiness. Ed Sheeran did a really great job there. I would literally make this as 'our song' with my future man.

I have loved you since we were 18, Long before we both thought the same thing. To be loved and to be in love...

-Louis's solo = heaven

As a big directioner, I'd definitely say this song is soo beautiful. Well every single song of them is, but this is just soo, ah I can't even explain in words. And this part is soo nostalgic for people who have experienced this.

One night he wakes, Strange look on his face. Pauses then says, "You're my best friend." And you knew what it was, He is in love...

Another masterpiece by Queen Tay. 1989 era was super cool too. I love each and every song of that album but this song and especially this part of the song, stole my heart.🤧❤️ This song gives me best friends to lovers type vibes. What do you think?

And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.....

That damn high note! Ugh, this man is literally trying to kill me. And the emotions in this song- I can't even describe it. And the emotions on his face in the MV. All I want to say, this song was one of my favorite from Fine Line album.

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But don't tell me you're sorry, boy Feel sorry for yourself 'cause someday, I'll be everything to somebody else...

This song is so painful like every other one in SOUR and the feelings I have after listening this part. I can't say it in the words. And I like how, in spite of being deeply hurt, she's sure that she'll get the love she deserves. Everyone will. Eventually. But I'm not so sure about myself :')

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel. But then again, kinda wish She were dead as she Walks by...

A perfect song for someone who's experienced or experiencing unrequited love. And especially when their crush likes someone else. It's such a painful thing to see. I love how Conan Gray has put so much emotions in this. And this particular part sometimes gives me chills. Like you would want to hate your crush's crush, but then again you can't. Why would you? You've no reason to. They are smart, beautiful and so kind. But then again, you can't help but feel they weren't here, or they could just disappear or just dead. And then 'why would you' part, that always gives me goosebumps. The whole 'Kid Krow' album was good but this song will be my all time favorite from it.

You never want to know how much you weigh, You still have to squeeze into your jeans, But you're perfect to me.

I'm saying this again, but this song is just soo beautiful. Like you're full of insecurities about yourself and your body but your s/o reassures you that you're beautiful and perfect to them and they'll love you endlessly, no matter what. And the way this whole is sung using only one instrument. I want my future man to sing this song for me or I'm gonna sell him in the black market😤 And when he does, I'll give him the biggest hug and kiss. Oh my, I'm already tearing up thinking this😩❤️

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And this is where I'll stop coz my list can go on for decades and I'll never get tired. And if you liked this, reblog with your favorite parts of your favorite songs and your opinions about them. Or ypu can say your thoughts about the songs I talked about. I'll be really happy to know them :)

I‘ll maybe post a part 2 too.

[fantasydreaamer]

I agree with everything. After they return to the workshop it all feels so hollow and underwhelming. It feels so off. They both went through hell, specially Shall, and everything just gets swept under the rug. Shall experienced sadistic torture, trauma, he was forced to kill humans. Anne experienced a lot too, she was almost killed for crying out loud and yet all that ordeal ended up being an afterthough.

Things for Anne and Shall should have ended on a better note like you said. It would have more sense for them to think "I'll cherish the time we have together because I love him/her". Or something like that. Something that brings hope to the audience that someday they'll be together. But no, they just friend zoned each other. The end.

It would have meant more for things to end on a more hopeful note. It's like we're back in square one and that feels off after everything they've been through. It's unfitting.

It's so beautiful yet heartbreaking that they want the best for each other even if it causes them sorrow. That's true love. They deserve each other. But how long until they see that? How long until we can read it in the novels? It's sad. After the episode I don't feel happy just empty.

Oh boy, where do I start? I'll go with the negatives first I guess? Get those feelings out of the way at least.

One of the things that bother me about this finale is the way it tried to resolve both overarching arcs (the holy beginnings festival sculpture crafting and the Rafael plot), but didn't give the latter enough respect or gravity: the second Anne and Shall return to the workshop, they act as if they haven't just spent 3 weeks as prisoners to someone who could kill them at any moment (and who almost suceeded on the very last day). Their entire experience gets swept under the rug to leave more screentime for Anne to gush about the sugar sculptures and get ready for the festival.

Which... in a way, it is in character for Anne to care about sugar crafting more than anything (to the detriment of her own health or safety: see the duke of Philax arc). But at the same time, I genuinely think the anime could have cut back on a scene or two (like Anne and Elliot asking the church official to move the sculptures in early) to have Anne and Shall reflect on everything that happened and decompress.

[This scene kinda happens later on, when Anne is finalising the biggest sugar sculpture in the church, but it's more oriented towards the future (what Shall wants to do now that he knows he's a fairy king candidate, Anne wanting Shall to be happy and Shall wanting her to be happy) rather than what happened for the last 3 episodes]

Because of that, as much as I enjoyed the moments where everyone at the workshop gets to finally witness the fruits of their hard work and have fun at the festival, there was something... lackluster about the very last scene between Anne, Shall, and Mythril. It felt like a repeat of cour 2 episode 4's ending (or even cour 1 episode 4, the first royal fair), where Shall mentions his desire to follow Anne wherever she goes, despite everything that happened since then. You could have skipped the entire Rafael arc mess and you wouldn't know it from the way Shall and Anne acted.

Where's the growth? What's new in their dynamic that adds to this scene (compared to after the first royal fair or compared to when Anne returns Shall his wing in the second cour)?

tldr; to me, Rafael's kidnapping was treated more like an inconvenience or a 3 episode hiatus from the Paige workshop, and its consequences weren't really adressed nor felt (other than Rafael's 'humans and fairies can't live together' shtick affecting Anne and Shall).

The other gripe I have with episode 12 is that conversation Shall and Anne have near the end, when Anne is putting the finishing touches on the sculptures.

Their whole conversation is clearly marked by Rafael's poisonous words that fairies and humans cannot be together: Shall mentions that he wants to devote himself to Anne's happiness forever (even if that might mean she'll get married to a human and thus distance herself from him), and while Anne is happy at the sentiment, she also doesn't want to be a burden and prevent Shall from chasing after his own happiness. They both have each other's best interest in mind, both want the other happy, but do not realise that they've already reached this happiness by being with each other.

If I were reading the same scene in the LN, I wouldn't mind the angst because I know there will be more volumes to address that plotpoint. But the anime doesn't have this luxury, even more so since this is a finale (with no other seasons in the work so far), so why picture the last moments of their relationship in such a heartbreaking way? Why not have them each think 'I know it's better if the other stayed with their respective species, but for now, I'll cherish the time we have together' or something to that extent, thus showing both their doubts, but also their desire to enjoy the present moment and ending things on a bitter, but sweet, note?

tldr: overall, while this was a really good episode, it didn't live up to the expectations of concluding two major arcs in a satisfying way. One of the arcs's consequences were not given enough weight, and Shall's and Anne's relationship ended on this weird note where it's clear they're set for future angst, yet the anime finale doesn't have the room to resolve this.

[captainkurosolaire]

~ Mass Update ~

Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.

Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.

Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came

before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #825: Ninja Power (Sonic)

8:34 p.m. at the Rabbits and Chaotix's Household's Living Room.....

TV Screen: Summoning Justu!!

Espio: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise and Interest at the Sight of a Giant Toad Appearing on Screen) Is this really the Summoning technique?

Blaze: (Happily Nodded) Yep. It summons any animal of your liking once you form it's proper hand seals.

Cream: (Smiles Brightly) I've always wanted to summon one of my own someday. Like a giant, fluffy bunny....(Eyes Starts to Sparkle) That shoots out fire!~

Blaze: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Cream is Being) I love the idea already, Cream. But personally, I prefer having a salamander as my Summoning if anything. I've always find them the most important in all of Amphibia class.

Espio: (Pays Close Attention to the TV) Having a frog as a Summoning companion could be beneficial if trained properly......

Cheese: (Smiles Brightly) Chao ChChao Chao Chao Chao!

Cream: Oooh...That does sound interesting, Cheese.

Silver: (Smiles Brightly) My Summoning choice is a eagle.

Blaze: Silver, couldn't you use your psychokinesis abilities to fly on your own.

Silver: Yeah, but I've always wondered what would it be like to ride on it's back. Plus, their talons can be perfect for offensive combat, so why not?

Charmy: (Smiles Brightly) I wanna summon a giant pickle!

Everyone turns to Charmy with a confused look on each of their faces.

Charmy: What? You can't go wrong with a giant, fighting pickle. Ooh! With wings! A-And a ton of weapons to use!

Blaze: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly at the Young Bee) That....seems like a very interesting choice, Charmy. Well done.

Charmy: (Chuckles Lightly) Thanks!

Espio: ('Sigh') Summoning choices aside....(Smiles a Little) I'm impressed by all of the techniques we've seen so far. Especially the Hidden Mist Jutsu and the Chidori.

Silver: (Turns to Espio) Have your master ever taught you those kinds of moves before, Espio?

Espio: I can't say that he has honestly. The only things he taught me so far was the fundamental basics of ninjutsu: Speed, Stealth, Honor, Hand-to-hand Combat, and being one with your surroundings. Although, I did see him breathe out fire once.....

Charmy: Fire Breather, huh?....(Smiles Brightly) So he's like Vector!

Blaze: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. Vector breathes out fire before!?

Charmy: Yep! It was a looong time ago too! I never knew how he does it though.....(Smiles Brightly Again) Hey, you think him and Sasuke would be a rad duo?

Blaze: ('Sigh') Perhaps.....I highly doubt that they'll get along...

Cream: Yeah. (Puts on a Pouty Look on her Face) Mr. Vector is way more nicer than that meanie-head Sasuke!

Cheese: (Nodded in Agreement) Chao. Chao.

Espio: I also agree. As talented as he is, his cooperation skills needs more improvement....

Silver: (Shrugs) Eh. He isn't too bad. I prefer him over Sakura anyday.

Blaze: Yes.....I was never much a fan of Sakura either. Especially after all the times she mistreated Naruto.

Cream: (Crosses her Arms) She's also a meanie head.

Blaze: (Giggles Softly) She is. But at least she gets slightly better in Shippuden though.

Espio: Shippuden?

Blaze: It's a continuation to the original series. But we're not close to that yet.

Espio: I see....(Smiles Softly) Still, I'm enjoiying this so far. Seeing It kinda reminds me of all times I've spent with master growing up.

Cream: What was he like before you met us?

Espio: He a lot of things, Cream.... Wise, knowledgeable, strict but fair. He was like the father I never had....Besides Vector of course.

Blaze: (Smiles Softly as She Rest her Head onto One of Espio's Shoulders) It would be nice to meet him someday. He seems like a good man.

Espio: He is. We may have our difference from time to time, but we still cherished each other regardless. Though, I do wonder what he will think of me now after all these years.....

Silver: (Smiles Softly as He Yawns a Little) You don't need to worry about that, Espio. (Starts Resting his Head onto Espio's Other Shoulder) I'm sure he'll be proud of you and all the accomplishment you made so far.

Cream: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. Just like how we're proud of you~ (Hugs Espio Lovingly Along With Charmy and Cheese)

Espio: (Sighs While Smiling Again) Thank you.

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