#sooooooo yeahhhhhhh

[your-ne1ghbor]

Young Amaya

I did Maggy's young-self, and I couldn't help myself by do Amaya's. Not only that, I need her for some character reference when I'm making the animatic that although mainly has Maggy, young Amaya does make an appearance :3

Fun fact about our young Queen: She has either 1 sibling or a few of them. They would often visit her to hang out with her and she would always find time to spend time with her siblings. However...they visited her on the wrong day, and it didn't end well for her siblings :')

BONUS:

Maggy is shorter than Amaya in my AU :3

I love their younger selves so much, its legit wholesome guys :3

(the anatomy is so bad on this one, but I still love it because they are just having fun :3)

[sundayinthcpark]

yeahhhhhhh but the doctor deals in the impossible all the time sooooooo

[ask-the-ew-boys-who-screw-around]

ASK BLOX CLOSED

The Box got full again- And so we close again. Have this image of Tord's lost signal image i couldn't fit it in his Scar post

[theoldgods]

Just Be Close at Hand [BBC’s Mum, Cathy x Michael] | A gentle old-school mix for gentle old-school friends who are brave enough to continue living, together [listen: youtube | playmoss | Spotify]

1. “Landslide,” Fleetwood Mac But time makes you bolder / Children get older / And I’m getting older too | 2. “You Go to My Head,” Count Basie and Sarah Vaughn And I find the very mention of you / Like the kicker in a julep or two | 3. “Helplessly Hoping,” Crosby, Stills & Nash They are one person / They are two alone | 4. “Questions 67 and 68,” Chicago It’s just that the thought of us so happy / Appears in my mind as a beautifully mysterious thing | 5. “The Way Young Lovers Do,” Van Morrison Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were / And the way that we wanted to be | 6. “Sunny,” Bobby Hebb My life was torn like windblown sand / Then a rock was formed when we held hands | 7. “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me,” Dusty Springfield You don’t have to say you love me / Just be close at hand | 8. “Kathy’s Song,” Simon & Garfunkel I know that I am like the rain / There but for the grace of you go I | 9. “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” Frank Sinatra I’d sacrifice anything, come what might / For the sake of having you near | 10. “In My Life,” The Beatles And these memories lose their meaning / When I think of love as something new | 11. “Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me,” Gladys Knight & the Pips You’ll be there between each line of pain and glory | 12. “Time in a Bottle,” Jim Croce I’ve looked around enough to know / That you’re the one I want to go through time with | 13. “At Last,” Etta James My heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you

[ennabear]

OH OKAY SO I’M GONNA CRY. SO THATS WHATS GOING ON. AAAAAAAHSHBSWBEHHS I CANT BELIEVE ITS HEREEEEEE!!! BODYGUARD ABBY IM GONNA EAT YOU WHOLE BABYGIRL!!!!! this fic just received a 60 minute standing ovation from ME. can you believe it guys??? the power of ray strikes again (thank god, this fandom would be NOTHING without you)

"God, forbid your hair be in ruin, sweet girl." Abby's wet lips look inviting, especially when she's smirking at you. Delectable, enticing, desired seeping underneath your soul as you try your best to keep them at bay.

"Now that would be positively tragic, wouldn't it? Just a paparazzi's wet dream. Need my hair in ruins for them to get a handsome payday." Abby shakes her head, the budding smile threatening to reveal itself. You can see how it grows, despite the effort she makes to disguise it.

"I think you do enjoy my company. Paid or not, I bring some light into your life." You play with the ends of her hair. The blonde feels a tingle pricking at her skin. She ignores it.

"I can see that smile."

abby anderson call me sweet girl challenge ready set go!!!! hahahah pleaseeee i’d enjoy her company so much!! i’m smiling so hard rn omg… the way you write her is so fucking CUUUUTEEE. she brings all of the light into my life i swear to god… and so do you, raybear, with these absolute lethal masterpieces that you craft for us 🖤🖤 thanks a billion for this mwah mwah mwah i’m gonna smooch you sooooooo hard it breaks my lips

It's these little things Abby remembers, constantly getting her in trouble.

When paparazzi are around, you always accept her hand as she guides you through the swarming crowd. Abby knows you despise it. How inhumane it makes you feel. You feel like an attraction, an object the masses had come to see rather than being viewed as an actual person. In these moments, you cling onto Abby the most. While she's intimidating to all, there leaves a small exception for you, never has she once been anything to you more than just a sweet, gentle giant she wants close to her at all times.

GENTLE GIANT GENTLE GIANT GENTLE GIANT!!!!!!! so unbelievably true… i need her so bad… ngl i would HATE being an actress and you capture this anxiety and overstimulation so well, but would i do it just to have abby as my bodyguard??? well… i’m not saying no…. please i need her to be my bodyguard every day when i get anxious about other strangers walking on the same sidewalk as me….. i need to grab onto her big warm hands…….. mmmmmmh 🍽️

remember when i said some fics deserve to be made into movies??? yeah. yeahhhhhhh HEAVY on this one. (me saying “remember when” as if it wasn’t literally last night ��) but SERIOUSLY this is so perfect i can SEE IT PLAY OUT IN MY PEA SIZED BRAIN!!!!!! i’ll never EVER stop singing your praises rayray…. and if you and emi ever wanna cook up a real script… heh… let’s just say…. remiplutenna world domination……

"Please tell me this is the woman I ran into earlier or else I'm going to be even more embarrassed for answering a stranger's phone."

"Well you're in luck."

"Oh thank fuck—" You curse yourself before being so vulgar with someone who you didn't even know. "Sorry! God, this is all my fault. I must have swapped our phones when I picked them up and didn't even realize."

AWWWW THIS IS SO SMART OH EM GEEEE. ACCIDENTALLY SWAPPING PHONES???? AAAAAAAA THATS ADORABLE 😭 abby being in such a rush and a cranky mood that she doesn’t even notice….. real… but i’m swooning i need this to happen to me and her ASAP although my loser ass wouldn’t know how to handle it 🤦 but lemme pretend in the magic of this fic that i would be so chill and cool for a sec 🙂‍↕️

There is a moment, a short one where your eyes go to her chest, the silver barbells constricting against the small fabric, clear as to what lies beneath.

Abby does smirk at that. She's only human.

well yes 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and damn i’m only human too, lemme stare at this bitches nipples for a few minutes… i mean… uhhhh…. lemme suck on them???? or ummm wait….. i didn’t mean to say that haha. yeah sorry heh.

i’d let her guard my body any day…. actually, i’d let her do whatever the hell she wants to my body but that’s a conversation for another time.

"Did I do good? You always say you miss stargazing with your brother back home. I know it's not as quiet as the cabin you have, but I thought it would be okay for now."

"The view isn't bad, not one bit." She admits as she lets you rub her abdomen, the goosebumps crawling upon her skin the more Abby lets you touch her as if she's yours to hold. "Lev would like it. I'm convinced the kid likes you more than me now."

LEV MENTION OH SO IM REALLY BAWLING NOW. MY BABYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! i need to go stargazing with her NOWWWWW we’d have such a fun time, me and my nerd ass 🤓 but also i wanna hold her and hug her and kiss her… sigh, domestic abby i need you. rayray try not to make me sob challenge failed 😞

"Abs, look at me." She meets your eyes, away from the constellations in the sky, afraid if she looks for a moment too long she'll be stuck here forever. "Talk to me, m'right here, not going anywhere unless you want me to."

Instantly, Abby grips your hips, keeping you in your place.

"No, that's not-"

"What?"

"I'm not what you want. I'm surely not what anyone needs. Hell, l've only been with one woman which is deemed to be for not being enough, right? I'm the girl who came out too late, who doesn't have enough experience but because I'm built like some fucking adonis I need to know whatever the fuck I'm doing but I don't. I never know what l'm doing. The only thing I know how to do is protect you, that's all I'm good for and I'm not gonna screw that up just because-”

"Because what?" Your pelvis is on top of hers, your face coming closer to Abby's, watching as you are irrevocably close to her, closer than you've ever been, wet lips ghosting over her pouty pink lips. Abby doesn't even know when you moved, how you got so close, too lost in her own head to register your movements.

NOOOO ABIGAIL ANDERSON DONT SAY THATTTT MY HEART IS SHATTERING 😭 please my baby has too much anxiety… she just needs me to hold her and kiss her and protect her for once…. SHES WHAT I NEEDDDDDD i would gladly be scared and lost and confused by her side 🖤🖤🖤 my sweet sweet baby who i love so much…. who i wanna kiss….. among other things….

"It's not something I'm proud of and I never wanted you to see me differently but l'm not ashamed anymore though. I'm not that person anymore. I haven't been since I met you." Abby falls silent, her cheeks turning crimson before she can try to hide it "You not knowing how I was, it's just the humbling I needed. Not to mention you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen — you still are— but you had a girlfriend so I kept my feelings silent. Something just felt different with you and then you were single and I was afraid of you."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to ruin you so l made a promise to myself. I would never start anything with you, not unless I was in love with you."

"You love me?"

I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH, ABBYYYYYYYY 😭 GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!!!! AND GOD RAYRAY PLEASEEEEE CAN I CATCH A BREAK FROM THIS SWEET FLUFF BEFORE MY ROOM FLOODS FROM ALL OF THESE GOD DAMN TEARS??????????? the way you write dialogue is sooooo cute and so incredibly realistic 😭 my poor babygirl is oblivious and she needs me to repair her heart (which i’d GLADLY do.)

Like honey to a bee, there's nothing that's ever been so sweet.

This is all you need.

"Abby?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"Let's get out of here."

DA PERFECT ENDINGGGGG YUPPPPP!!!! I NEED TO KITH HER NOWWWW!!!!!!! I NEED HER PRETTY SOFT LIPS ON MINEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! SUCH POETRY RAYBABY IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES FOR YOU TO WRITE A BOOK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEUHHHH!!!!

i love u so much sweetiebear rayray and i love everything you cook for us although sometimes it’s deadly (like right now, my heart can’t take this)… i’m actually biting my metaphorical tongue so hard rn (get it, cause i type with my fingers on here, and not my mouth??? hahahah) to keep myself from getting sappy cause i always do and then i feel like a fucking ding dong after 😭😭😭 but i am so proud of you and this banger nonetheless, and i’m adding this (along with the rest of your masterlist) to my list of amazing fics i need to re-read :33 mwah mwah MWAH!!!!!

≛ LONELY IS THE MUSE!

❝ ABBY!CENTRIC ONE SHOT ❞

feat. bodyguard!abby x famous actor!reader

warnings. eighteen+, suggestive nsfw content: reader fell first nd and abby fell harder, some angst, fluff, slightly coded fem reader, personal trainer!abby, just two idiots pining. i saw the discourse for some romance and i wanted to do my part. enjoy friends.

LONELY IS THE MUSE, entangled in an endless web of a high profile life, everyone waiting on you hand and foot, hollywood’s star in their prime — everyone needing a piece for themselves. yet the mysterious blonde who has not a clue to who you are catches the eye of the lonely muse.

wc. 8k

“You know you don’t have to stand this close to me.” Abby counters, but her words didn’t make you move an inch. Not that she really thought they would. Secretly, she enjoys your gentle touch. She likes how comfortable you feel around her. The downpour in New York has your arm entangled with her own, your hand gripping her bicep as she holds the umbrella.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to ruin my hair.” You replied gently, as you rested your head against her relaxed bicep.

“God, forbid your hair be in ruin, sweet girl.” Abby’s wet lips look inviting, especially when she’s smirking at you. Delectable, enticing, desired seeping underneath your soul as you try your best to keep them at bay. 

“Now that would be positively tragic, wouldn’t it? Just a paparazzi’s wet dream. Need my hair in ruins for them to get a handsome payday.” Abby shakes her head, the budding smile threatening to reveal itself. You can see how it grows, despite the effort she makes to disguise it. 

“I think you do enjoy my company. Paid or not, I bring some light into your life.” You play with the ends of her hair. The blonde feels a tingle pricking at her skin. She ignores it. 

“I can see that smile.” 

Better than anyone, Abby knows the gleam in your eyes is too dangerous to entertain, so she looks forward. It’s what she's paid to do, to keep you safe. Not to entertain some weird crush that will soon pass when you move on to the next actress, artist, or producer. She doesn’t need a reminder of how different your world is, she’s already abundantly clear on where the both of you stand. Worlds apart from each other, even if you’re leaning against her, the greedy hands of the public grab onto you first, mercilessly sucking the life out of anyone who enters your life. 

All it does is isolate you, making your life incredibly lonely. Trapped on the throne you built with your raw talent, but the industry is a double edged sword, as much as it appears to lift you up, it impales any sense of normalcy at a private, peaceful life. You take pride in these little moments you have with her. It’s the only time you get to have a taste of normalcy, even if you did have a bodyguard, which wasn’t entirely normal. Yet, Abby is a gentle reminder of a life she wishes to have. Someone who is kind, and loving; a soul that exists for no selfish gain, greed, or selfishness. 

Sometimes, you take advantage of it. 

Abby knows you crave physical affection. Ever since your messy break up, you’ve been finding any little excuse to justify it. Abby didn’t really mind at all. Even if she tried to deny it in her head, she’d miss it if you stopped. The incessant need you have to be close to her at all times, your essence bleeding on to her, suffocating her with everything she wants, but knows she can’t ever let herself dip into the deepest edges of you. 

Especially, not when you are still attempting to decode the wreckage of your last relationship. 

Abby hates seeing you like this, but she knew there was little she could do to help. All she could do is let you ride the wave of heartbreak, take in the silent tears hitting full cheeks, and hope it would all end soon for you. For now, she would allow immediate proximity.

You’re hurting. You need it.  

The first few weeks, even a couple months after, she expects it. Now it’s month four, and you were still touching her all the time. Lame excuses falling from your lips daily and Abby was sure you didn’t even believe them. She thought about bringing it up to you, establishing healthy boundaries before she crosses a line.

Yet, it feels…nice.

It felt good to be needed. The reason she had taken this job in the first place. It wasn’t what she had imagined for herself – a bodyguard of a famous musician. She jokes about it now, but it's a twisted fate for the two of you. Your eyes shine bright whenever someone asks, and you always take the lead.

Abby has always been more reserved, and your personality is as bright as the sun. She liked Abby the second she laid eyes on her. Not because she was beautiful or the most gorgeous human she’d ever seen.

Which she is.

No.

Her stupid pounding heart, the one she felt beating violently out of her chest, loves you, has no idea who she is.  She had thought possibly the blonde stranger was putting on a front, some did. They liked to conceal their intentions behind greedy eyes and malicious intent.

But Abby turned out to be different.

When a blossoming friendship turned into a job opportunity, it took Abby through a loop. It was the very last thing she was expecting from you. You’d kept her in the dark and when you announced exactly who you were, Abby really didn’t know. Never was she really a fan of social media, didn’t really partake in it unless someone was showing her the latest trend going around. She’s a little old fashioned but she likes it. It worked in her favor when it came to you. Unknowingly, for the first time since your fame struck as quick as lightning, you had the pleasure to befriend someone who had no idea who you were. 

As fresh as breathing your first breath of air, you took pride in the circumstance. Someone enjoying your company for who they are and not just for your social standing, fame, or most importantly the money. Before either of you could really even fully come to it, Abby has become such an influential person in your life, and then you were attempting to entice her with a job opportunity, and she accepted. 

You thought it would take longer and knew from the moment you had asked. But her life was uprooted by you, and she felt guilty about how much it fills her up with glee. 

In the last year, Abby became the only person worthy of your trust, the only one who would keep your confessions confined, not letting the secrets drip like cheap wine down the drain. Rather more as if she was out in the vineyard, carefully hand picking the grapes for the wine as she crafts it herself. Giving it the love, care, and attention it needs to flourish into fine beverage. From one sip alone, knowing she would crave for the taste. 

Getting to know you in ways some would dream of. Often, the mass of the public did, but you’re more selective who you let in your life now. Swiftly, you noticed how easily Abby listened. 

Listening and seeing you for who you are, not some strewed version the media made you out to be.  

She understood why you felt the need to and maybe why you felt comfortable with her. You spent time with her more than anyone. After two years together, she had learned every little detail about you. Where you liked to get your morning coffee, your favorite brunch spot, which bar you like to frequent when you had a night to give, which gym was your favorite, and to not speak with you until you’ve had said coffee. 

It’s these little things Abby remembers, constantly getting her in trouble.

When paparazzi are around, you always accept her hand as she guides you through the swarming crowd. Abby knows you despise it. How inhumane it makes you feel. You feel like an attraction, an object the masses had come to see rather than being viewed as an actual person. In these moments, you cling onto Abby the most. While she’s intimidating to all, there leaves a small exception for you, never has she once been anything to you more than just a sweet, gentle giant she wants close to her at all times. 

Her stature is standing a little over six feet tall. Her arms always looked too good against the tight fabric of her shirt. The one you grip onto as she is navigating through a crowd with you in tow, she’s always focused. The remainder of your team was behind you, while she was always in front of you.

At all times, protecting you.

But it was moments like today, you were grateful for. You blended with the hectic life of the city. You were just two people waiting at a crosswalk, waiting to get to your next destination.

Abby tries not to pay too much attention to how you’re squeezing her bicep, with a strong grip further indication you weren’t letting go anytime soon.

She supposes it’s better than feeling your hand in hers. There were times when Abby deemed it necessary. She would grab it whenever she needed to get you through from point a to point b, quickly. It made you follow her pace instead of lingering behind. She didn’t even know how she was supposed to feel with your head resting against her arm, your body so close to hers.

How was she supposed to act normally?

The rumors were already getting bad. You denied them when asked, and you did gracefully each time.

All Abby could think about if this moment was captured, it would be perceived as intimate. It felt like it was, but she didn’t want the entire world to see. Not when she felt the two of you walking this very nimble line of friends, something professional, and something more. She didn’t need thousands of eyes giving their two senses in a situation she didn’t even fully understand yet. All it took was one person to snap a photo if she gets too close to you. If her touch stayed on you for too long, or if she let the love reach her eyes. The ladder was the most difficult to control. It’s a part of her just as much as the air in her lungs.

This life is new to her. At times, Abby wondered if she’s biting off more than she could chew.

The only reason she’d left was for you. She had a small, quiet life. Abby’s life was very average, a cloud of normalcy hovered above her before the two of you met. A personal trainer full time and she resided in a cabin about half an hour from where she worked. She chopped wood to relieve stress, Her girlfriend liked it at the time, and she did too. She had her two dogs, and a darling kitten. 

She enjoyed the privacy. The isolated countryside her sweet family could reside in. Abby had built this life she was proud of, and it made her happy. For a time, it worked. She was genuinely content with where she was. There wasn’t a need to stress or control where her life was going. It felt like a huge relief. She tended to live inside her own head, not be present in what she has right in front her.

It had been months since she felt like that. It’d felt good and she was proud of herself for not succumbing from within and really coming to terms with what she had built around her. This was the most difficult route for her to take. To allow herself to be open, even if there was a chance of her falling.

Abby really should have felt remorseful for leaving it all behind.

Nora was sweet. The most caring partner she ever had, but there wasn’t much she could compare it to. Besides her, there had only been two, and she didn’t even count Owen. A long misstep until she landed where she needed to be. He did care for her, and he seemed to be more kind-hearted than most men, but the bar was set so low, he should’ve exceeded expectations.

And he did, in some areas.

Others, he fell more than flat but there was little to nothing he could do about it. Abby likes girls and he wasn’t one. Her sexuality shattered their relationship into a million pieces – leaving neither of them any option but to move on.

Nora felt real. This genuine connection she’d never experienced before. Abby knew it one year into their relationship. The pair had built this life together, one where she didn’t feel trapped in, and one Abby could be proud of. She felt acknowledged and loved Nora. There wasn’t a sliver of a doubt in her mind this where she needed to be.

She tells Nora when she needs space, and she isn’t ashamed of it. If she didn’t want to go out, Nora wouldn’t guilt trip her into it. Abby didn’t feel pressured to intertwine her identity with Nora just because they were together. Nora hardly ever gave Abby a reason to be upset. She showed up like partners were supposed to, even when Abby didn’t.

But it was a heavy weight to carry for Nora. Being her first serious queer relationship, Abby was left stunted in areas where Nora had to lend a helping hand. She never made Abby feel bad about it, but the two of them could feel the string keeping them threatening to snap.

Often, it frustrated Abby. To always be the one receiving help and never giving it. She didn't blame her partner, but she was left at a crossroad. 

She never understood Owen more and it really pissed her off.

To no fucking end.

But Nora was far more patient than Abby had ever shown. Maybe it was the testament to love or maybe Nora was just a good person and Abby is shitty. She had more patience than Mother Thersea herself, and it amazed her. Always guiding Abby with a gentle hand, never getting upset with her even when she let her anger shine through.

It makes her feel undeserving of a love she could never earn.

This pure and untainted love had never touched her before, and she’d never fallen this hard. Abby didn’t want to be anywhere but here. She really thought this could be it. Nora could be the one. They could get through those hardships together, right? 

Then you came and overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

She was running late, which was completely out of the ordinary for Abby. Instead of her neat braid, her sun kissed-blonde hair was in a low bun. Underneath her eyes was evidence of her lack of sleep. She hadn’t been getting any as of lately and the bags only seemed to get deeper.

Abby wouldn’t call the fights constant, but it sure did feel like it.

The back and forth, having the same fight consistently. Abby was more than frustrated. The biggest efforts she made were dismissed by Nora, even making her upset at times. She was trying too hard and being annoying, or not doing enough and then it meant she wasn’t present in the relationship.

Abby felt her stuck at a wall, Nora on the other side of it and she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

So, she was running late.

One of the many fights  they’ve had with each other as of late. Nora is tired of dealing with a “baby gay” as she likes to remind her in the heat of their arguments. Abby gets offended, her lips forming into an even deeper pout, her porcelain skin flushed in anger before she gives them both space. 

Contemplating about the future of their relationship in the shower, causing her to be late to work in the process. 

Astronomically behind – her client arrived at the gym she worked at half an hour ago. The most recent argument with Nora plagued her morning. All they seem to do is argue, trapped in what they both need from the relationship, but all the two of them could do is argue, argue, argue.

But neither of them makes a move. They are still as the eerie silence that carries them into questioning. 

It’s when she’s too inside her head, fearing about the future, when she violently bumps into you. Body colliding with yours, Abby’s stone-like build causes you to crash into the pavement, your belongings scatter along with Abby’s. 

“Fuck. Are you alright? Sorry, I’m in such a hurry, I’m sure I wasn’t even paying attention.” You let her pick you from the ground, she does with ease. She looks right through you and you expect the excitement, the excited tears, or to be asked for a picture but it never comes.   

“For a moment I thought I ran into a wall—” You giggle to yourself. “Really, I’m alright.” You spoke softly. You pick up both of your belongings that had slipped from both of your grips, returning it to its owner. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Abby asks again. 

You think it’s cute how much lace of concern is conveyed in her cerulean eyes, full of light and wonder, so beautiful it stops you in your tracks. 

“No no! I’m fine! Really don’t worry about it.” 

Honestly, you’re still in amazement she has no idea who you are. It makes your fondness of her grow even more. The two of you depart quickly, go about your day, and you think nothing of it until you go to unlock your phone to message your manager and it’s not a picture of the moon you’d taken during the eclipse, it’s the mysteriously hot and kind woman you’d run into before. 

Shit. She has my phone. 

Lucky for you, Abby was coming to the same realization. Ready to bring out the workout she had planned out for her first client, opening her phone to access where she had written everything out only to find this isn’t her phone. Well, fuck. 

Abby hollers at Dina to take over the client for a moment, excusing herself for a moment before retreating into the office to call from her direct line. 

Idiot Anderson. Now you get to make an idiot of yourself, twice. 

Way to go. 

She calls her phone and it rings a few times before the familiar voice chimes through the speaker, the one she heard this morning during her fit of anxiety. 

“Please tell me this is the woman I ran into earlier or else I’m going to be even more embarrassed for answering a stranger's phone.” 

“Well you’re in luck.” 

“Oh thank fuck—” You curse yourself before being so vulgar with someone who you didn’t even know. “Sorry! God, this is all my fault. I must have swapped our phones when I picked them up and didn’t even realize.” 

“It’s okay, really, if I was paying attention where I was walking this morning it never would have happened. Did you wanna meet?” 

“No! Let me. Please, this is all my fault. I should at least be the one who makes the drive.” 

“Are you sure? It’s really no trouble. I don’t mind.” 

“I’m really sure.” 

Abby offers the address of work, thinking once after she does if it’s a good idea, a total stranger knowing where she works but she’s already giving the street name and suite number before she can even make her mind. Abby usually doesn’t get nervous but this situation has sent her into a frenzy, thinking about how dumb she could have been. Nora will get a good laugh out of it she thinks, then she is reminded of the fight the two of them were still in. She wonders if she’s even tried to reach out to her yet or if Nora’s just waiting until Abby’s anger rolls over. 

More favorably, the ladder. 

Until the two of them have the comfort of their lives, the cushion they have between their shared friends and the home they share twenty minutes out of the state, until it comes up again and they’ll be contemplating it all over again. Anxiously, the front desk girl, Bevs, the younger girl who has a crush on her, shyly comes up to her. 

Bevs says what she assumes is your name, confusing Abby in the process. 

“You know her?” 

“How could you not? She’s one of the most famous actresses ever.” Abby is stunned to say the least. Truthfully, she had no idea. Her lack of social media keeps her out of the loop and as much as her friends tease her about, if Abby knew who you were the first time around, she’s sure she wouldn’t have been able to say more than two words. Clearly, you’re a fresh face to her. Already, Abby knows Manny is going to have a field day when Bevs lets this information spill in her sheer excitement. 

Great, she thinks. 

“Oh.” 

“I put her in your office. Some of the clients were already starting to have questioning looks, putting the pieces together. Hey! Maybe they're as clueless as you.” 

“Bevs, go back to the front desk.” With a curt nod and realizing she has pushed too far, with a tail between her legs she retreats back to her post. 

Okay, Anderson, let’s get this over with. 

Abby smells you the minute she steps foot in her office. It’s not the usual pinewood scent the candle in her office radiates. There’s a lingering smell of lavender with just a hit of vanilla. It’s sweet as it engulfs her nostrils, she finds herself sniffling slightly, a silent beg for more of it. You’re standing the minute you’re aware of her presence. Painfully, Abby is aware of her lack of clothing. The tight sport jacket is left unopened, her black sweatpants, accompanied with her sports bra, abs on display as she watches your eyes examine her carefully. 

She’s not sure how to feel about it. 

There is a moment, a short one where your eyes go to her chest, the silver barbells constricting against the small fabric, clear as to what lies beneath. 

Abby does smirk at that. She’s only human. 

You keep staring at her for a minute longer, well it feels like one but Abby deems it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” 

“It’s really not a problem.” The more time goes on, the sweeter you are. “It’s pretty close to where I live.” 

Abby didn’t know it then but you were lying straight through your teeth. The trainer didn’t know you moved around your entire day to make the phone swap or the butterflies swarming your stomach from just how attractive and nice she seemed to be. There was something about her that sent your caution flying to the wind, drifting in the leaves with the rest of your pride. 

“Well I appreciate you coming out this way, even if it’s in your area. I really wouldn’t have minded taking the drive.” Abby pulls out your phone as she hands you yours. It’s simple, transactional, and it should have just been left at that but you had a fondness of putting your foot in your mouth. 

“Are you a trainer here?” 

“Uh, yeah. Been doing it for a few years actually. I spent so much time here already, now I get paid for it. Can’t really complain.” 

“Do you ever do private sessions?” 

“Um-” Abby scratches the back of her awkwardly, not sure if you’re asking her genuinely or if you’re trying to insinuate something else entirely. 

“Oh fuck no! I didn’t mean it like that. I just have a….job opportunity I have to get in shape for and you just look like you know what you’re doing.” Abby thought you might as well point to her physique but if anything she was flattered. It was always nice knowing something she’s been working on for years, her longest standing commitment besides Nora, is appreciated. 

“Sure, we could work something out.” You slightly smile before you exchange phones, this time on purpose, to put in the other’s number. Normally, she didn’t give out her number to clients, but Abby makes an exception for you that day. To this day, she’ll never outwardly admit why she did, not even to herself. 

- 

Two years later, she’s single from her life being turned upside down by you. The casualty being her own relationship, leaving Nora behind was one of the hardest decisions she’s made. Nora never agreed on Abby taking the job. As much as Nora wished for Abby to be more open about their endeavors, as soon as she accepted an offer that could drastically expand the trajectory of their life, Nora couldn’t be asked to compromise another thing. 

That was that. Not even two months into Abby working for you and Nora had called it quits. Abby never talked about it, only you knew she had a girlfriend she used to talk about when you began training with her, and then it was just silent. Back then, you didn’t know her well enough to pry, so you didn’t. 

Even as time passed, the two of you became friends through your employment, spending all your time with her during press season for your upcoming film, Lonely Is The Muse, together. Today was the only day you had off, even if it means Abby technically had the day off, you insisted that both of you leave the hotel and go out for the day. It's the most peace you felt during the European leg of the tour. Only one more day of dealing with your sensory issues, people in your face telling you when and where to go, or the distasteful question regarding your past public breakup instead of the work you were promoting. 

Some interviewers were kind enough to let the drama go but some wanted to get their own viral moment, waiting for you to say the wrong thing. As the industry likes to say, any publicity is good publicity. 

When you’re America's sweetheart actress of the century, such luxuries can’t be afforded. 

As your manager likes to remind you, there’s a reputation you have to protect. 

“Would you like to head back now? Long day tomorrow. Last day of interviews and then your flight leaves first thing in the morning.” 

“Did Stassie put you up to this?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I thought you were supposed to be the fun one.” 

“Mhm, your definition of fun is letting you do whatever you want.” 

“And the problem with that is?” 

All Abby can do is chuckle. 

“What do you want to do then?” Abby asks. She takes note of the sparkle in your eyes, as blinding as the sun but obtaining the serenity of the moon. “I’m all ears sweetheart.” 

It’s how the two of you end up here, a rooftop party, a friend of a friend you said. The party was lowkey, more than the typical ones you would get invited. Maybe because you weren’t in Los Angeles, Miami, or New York — but tucked away on another continent — or perhaps everyone here is just discreet. 

There’s only two fans that come up to you instead of twenty. You’re thankful for some sense of normalcy, one night where you can just feel normal. It still never gets old, people coming up to you as they confess the impact you’ve had on their life. It feels unbelievable at times but you’re grateful for the luxury life you’ve been granted. 

“Here. No liquor tonight.” Abby hands you a glass of red wine, your favorite beverage of choice when you couldn’t have tequila. 

“Yes Ma’am.” You playfully salute her. More than anything, you enjoy the not so subtle chuckle. “Not that I don’t love your company but isn’t Stassie supposed to boss me around?” 

“She felt under the weather. Plus, we both know you don’t listen to her.” 

“And I listen to you?” Your hand plays with her loose blonde hair, smoothing out the white button she’s wearing. 

“Yeah, you do. I wonder why that is.” Abby is playing with fire tonight. Possibly due to the fact that you wouldn’t leave her side, not even for a moment, keeping your body close, practically gluing yourself to her. Yes, she’s charged with keeping you safe and protected but it seems you find enjoyment bringing it to another level entirely. 

“You’re much nicer to look at, that’s all.” It’s light, a quiet whisper, not meant to be heard by anyone — not even for Abby to hear. “Don’t wanna make my handsome bodyguard upset.” 

Faking your pout as you let the words leave your lips, Abby chuckles as you get closer to her, her body standing strong as you push your weight onto her. Stoic as always, while you lean on her, she keeps her eyes peeled. Ensuring your safety at all times. 

“Flattery isn’t going to get you a shot tonight.” 

“I’m just stating the obvious.” 

Abby chuckles, again. She’s delighted you’re enjoying yourself, even if it comes at her expense. There’s a soft jazz song playing outside, couples dancing to the music, you zone out for a moment as you look upon one in particular. 

They are older, possibly in their forties, raven hair beginning to gray, fine lines crinkle when they smile at each other but it’s hard to take note of anything else but the way the couple looks at each other. Your mind wonders how long they’ve been together, if it’s been for years, months, a couple weeks. 

It doesn’t really matter. You just want that. 

The feeling isn’t lost on you, especially when you’re in the arms of the woman you love. For her, she’s being protective, doing her job but you wish it was different. A bubbling desire dripping off your tongue, a need to have her close to you but because she wants. Not because she’s paid to. 

“If I can’t have any tequila shots, god forbid, you have to dance with me.” You down the rest of your wine, placing the empty glass on the bar. “C’mon, you can give Stassie an earful later.” 

Pulling her towards the makeshift dance floor, Abby leads as your head rests against her chest. The steady, soft heartbeat soothes you, a reminder of the safety you feel with her. Caught in the riptide of her kind eyes and heart full of gold. It’s what makes her so unique, so loved, so her. With a surprisingly good tone, Abby sings to the music softly before twirling you around and spinning your body back to her. 

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Your hand rubs lovingly on her lower back as she holds you in her arms. You take pride when it doesn’t feel transactional. When she holds you and it feels as if she was meant to. There’s nothing else comparable to it, her frame melting into yours as your soul finds solace in her warm embrace. 

“There’s plenty of things.” Playfully, Abby smirks. 

“Oh yeah. I’m sure.” 

The sarcasm practically drips out of you as her smirk grows wider. 

“Can I ask you something?” You hesitate for a moment as you find her beautiful blue eyes staring into your soul. It’s only then does everything troubling might dissipate while she holds you — secretly hoping it’s forever. 

“You can ask me anything.” 

You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts as you move to the delicate beat. “Do you ever wish for a life where you could have had a normal life? I wonder if things could be different.” 

Immediately, Abby answers. 

“Not anymore, no, not for a second.” 

If it was even possible, Abby pulls you closer to her, not urging a word more. It’s how she is, cold and distant to some but they don’t feel the stutter in her breath when you’re near or the soft pad of her thumb rubbing soothingly on the back of your hand. Or the soft words of encouragement when you’re having a difficult day. 

They hear none of it. 

She dances with you for a couple more songs, before you find solace on the couch. You lay beneath the moonlight, your body cuddles into her side as you stare up at the sky. 

It’s lost on you how you’ve ended  with her, someone as kind and untainted as her, wanting to spend her free time with you, but you’re grateful for it. Whatever god you have to thank, you’ll get on your knees to praise their alter for bringing Abby into your life. She’s the best thing to ever happen to you and she doesn’t even know it. Albeit, she hardly knows the extent of how wonderful she is. 

“Why here?” 

“It’s a good night, nice weather. Why not?” 

A question with a question. It’s the most straightforward answer you’ll ever give her. Innuendos for the sweet girl to piece together, but with the soft circles being drawn her stomach with the pad of your finger leaves little to nothing to decode. 

“It’s nice, yeah.” 

Abby always has so little to say but her mind swarms with a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea and a million of why this is where the constellations in the jaded sky have led to you. Straight into the pits of innocence, a heart that’s been hurt more times than she can count but still as golden and whole as one could be. 

“What do you think of Italy?” 

“It’s nice.” 

“Nice? That’s all I get?” 

Abby smirks but her body stills when you play with the waistband of her trousers before gliding back to the security of her abdomen, carving the liner of her defined abs. The ones she tries so hard to cover up, but you saw on the very first day you met her. 

“Do you want more?” You ask, an eyebrow raising in suggestion. Abby knows it’s a double edged sword, one she doesn’t want to be injured with. 

“You’re playing a very dangerous game.” Cautiously, Abby warns. “I’m not sure that last drink was a great idea.” 

You rest your head on her sternum, sapphire eyes looking down at you as her hand finds home on your waist, the blunt of your nails scratching softly at her stomach. 

“They always seem like a great idea at the time, don’t they?” With a gentle hand, you caress her scarred cheek, the pad of your thumb gently tenderly kissing the freckled skin. Outlining the softness of her jaw with your left, while your right one refuses to leave her stomach. 

“I don’t see how anyone would ever want to leave you.” Abby hums, not giving you much to go off of, tight lipped as she’s always been. The Nora situation has always been on your mind. One day, Abby’s speaking of her like she’s the love of her life and the next? Abby stiffens so tight when you bring up her name you promise yourself to never speak of it again. Until now, almost two years later, you’re more curious than you have ever been. The fatal ending, not belonging to you, but still you paw for the answers with your greedy palms. 

“You can just ask me if you want to know. I can see the look in your eyes.” 

“What look? I don’t have a—” 

Abby tilts your chin with your palm, leaning into her touch as you often do. 

“Yes, you do.” 

“How do you know this look?” 

“Hm.” Her thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “You’re just trying to get me in trouble now.” 

Your tone shifts, your eyes become transcendent, more crystal clear than they’d been all night. 

“What happened between you and Nora?” You ask, treading lightly on the ground you’re skating upon, in fear the ground beneath you might just crack if you apply too much pressure. 

“Why is it so important to you?” 

“It’s not that it’s—” You face plant into her chest, giving yourself a moment to breathe. Fuck, even her chest smells good. 

“You don’t ask about anything unless it’s of value to anyone. You don’t waste time, you’re very adamant about it. Painfully so.” Blonde eyebrows relax as she closes her eyes for a moment, but her touch on you soothes you. It’s gentle; a somber comfort bleeding into blissful joy. 

“But I’ve spent a lot of time with you.” 

“Yes, you’ve spent a lot of your time with me.

Abby opens her eyes to see you, your head tilted to the right, as you look upon each carve of her angelic face, the one that could only be carved by the gods above, resembling an angel on earth. As pure as the snow with the biggest heart of gold you ever have had the pleasure of knowing. 

“What?” 

“I didn’t say a thing.” You smile slyly. 

“We didn’t break up because of you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Abby sighs, “You’re not some homewrecker. My home with Nora was already wrecked before we met.” 

“Are you just saying it to make me feel better?” 

“No, I’m not.” You play with the ends of her golden hair, it hurts to be this close to what you want but knowing it’s so clearly out of your reach, league even, all of it will end the same. “Nora wasn’t fond of her being my first relationship with a woman. It caused a ripple effect, me feeling like I wasn’t good enough and her feeling like she has to carry me in the relationship, emotionally anyway.” 

“Is that why you broke up?” 

“No.” 

“It was because of me.” You state, as a matter of fact, knowing there is no other truth to be known. With tears welling up in your eyes, an ache  in your heart, one that made you ache all over. The dread of the guilt weighing heavily on your heart, time and distance still isn’t enough for you to run from it. 

“It was a job that was a great opportunity. Alright? It wasn’t you, even if I hadn’t, we both wanted different things. I didn’t even realize it until after but I wasn’t happy. I promise, it has nothing to do with you.” 

What Abby didn’t know, you needed to hear her say those words. In the back of your head, a monstrous demon unleashes in your mind, telling you crashed her relationship. You were the problem and her inevitable doom, but she’s assuring you it wasn’t the case. 

“We hardly knew each other back then.” 

As pathetic as it sounds, Abby can’t imagine her life without you. 

“Yeah hardly.” 

There’s that look again, pouring into Abby’s soul as it eats her up whole, the gleam in your eyes begging for more. It’ll complicate things if Abby gets involved, she knows this, but it already seems like she is despite her best efforts not to be. 

“Did I do good? You always say you miss stargazing with your brother back home. I know it’s not as quiet as the cabin you have, but I thought it would be okay for now.” 

“The view isn’t bad, not one bit.” She admits as she lets you rub her abdomen, the goosebumps crawling upon her skin the more Abby lets you touch her as if she’s yours to hold. “Lev would like it. I’m convinced the kid likes you more than me now.” 

“As he should. I’m pretty damn amazing.” 

“He asks too many questions though.” 

“About what?” 

“I dunno…..things.” Abby retreats back into her shell, the layer of protection she uses to protect herself from getting hurt. Most of all, out of everyone the gods could torture her to be confused about, of course it has to be you. Everyone in your life is always begging for pieces of your time, pieces of your affection and bits of your time to suck you dry. Abby has always wondered how you juggle it all. It feels cruel to even think you would put her in the mix. 

Painfully, there’s nights like tonight, where she sees the desire swarming in your eyes — every part of her pleads to give in to the temptation. Give into something she’s never even let herself think about until the last few months. As thick as drywall, there was a barrier keeping her heart from you, one she kept to protect you and herself even. 

The absolute last thing she wanted was to wreck everything this has to offer. If she makes the wrong move, all of it can come crashing down on you…it’s the last thing she wants. Make you a martyr in her story, one she thinks and dreams of often but knows you’re too big for her to exist in your life. The circles you run in don’t even exist in the same planet, the same fucking universe if Abby’s being honest. 

“What things?” You pout, your hand traveling south, caressing her thigh with a familiarity Abby wishes you didn’t have. She wishes for a lot but they never come true, that’s all you can be, a dying wish Abby curses upon a fading star.  

“It’s just stupid shit, not worth mentioning.” 

“Abby…” 

“Yeah?” 

“I—” You take a deep breath, your voice already shaky and you haven’t even told her yet. “I don’t think you even know how much you mean to me.” Abby isn’t sure where you’re going with this, terrifying her instantly. 

Have you finally had your fill of her? Were you gonna fire her? Now? 

“Lev doesn’t just talk to you about us.” 

“Us?” Nervously, Abby stomach clenches, unprepared for where this conversation is heading. 

“Why are you so scared?” 

Abby visibly and loudly gulps, almost making you giggle slightly. 

“I-I’m not.” 

The stonewall she attempts to hide behind but you won’t let her, not tonight. Slumping in the shadows, waiting for you to find someone else to love as she watches your happiness from a far, that’s what she allows herself. Nothing more and nothing less. 

“Abs, look at me.” She meets your eyes, away from the constellations in the sky, afraid if she looks for a moment too long she’ll be stuck here forever. “Talk to me, m’right here, not going anywhere unless you want me to.” 

Instantly, Abby grips your hips, keeping you in your place. 

“No, that’s not—” 

“What?” 

“I’m not what you want. I’m surely not what anyone needs. Hell, I’ve only been with one woman which is deemed to be for not being enough, right? I’m the girl who came out too late, who doesn’t have enough experience but because I’m built like some fucking adonis I need to know whatever the fuck I’m doing but I don’t. I never know what I’m doing. The only thing I know how to do is protect you, that’s all I’m good for and I’m not gonna screw that up just because I—” 

“Because what?” Your pelvis is on top of hers, your face coming closer to Abby’s, watching as you are irrevocably close to her, closer than you’ve ever been, wet lips ghosting over her pouty pink lips. Abby doesn’t even know when you moved, how you got so close, too lost in her own head to register your movements. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Abby puffs out. 

“It matters to me.” You sink into her, further, if it's even possible. “No one matters more than you, alright?” 

“But there’s people.” Abby looks for an excuse to get up, she comes up enough so she’s sitting up against the armrest of the patio couch, holding your lower back as she does so, leaving you straddling her hips. 

“I don’t care. All that matters is you.” You push a piece of blonde hair away, seeing her beautiful cheeks more clearly, her shining blue eyes finding its unique path to your heart, the one especially made for her. “Here just let me talk, alright? You don’t have to say anything. Just listen.” 

Abby is nearly crying, practically purring as you run your fingers through her cascading blonde hair. It’s too much but not enough. Although she is sure of one thing, the one thing she wants more than anything. 

“I’ve always been one for pretty girls. I had a reputation around Hollywood, always chasing one after the next, never reaching my fill or as the tabloids like to say.” You chuckled half-heartedly; the wound cutting deeper than you would have liked. “My publicist having to pay paparazzi an obscene amount of money to get these photos from ever hitting online, month after month, it was pathetic really. Just trying to fill a hole, one I didn’t even know how to fill.” 

“I didn’t know that.” 

“It’s not something I’m proud of and I never wanted you to see me differently but I’m not ashamed anymore though. I’m not that person anymore. I haven’t been since I met you.” Abby falls silent, her cheeks turning crimson before she can try to hide it “You not knowing how I was, it's just the humbling I needed. Not to mention you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen— you still are— but you had a girlfriend so I kept my feelings silent. Something just felt different with you and then you were single and I was afraid of you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I didn’t want to ruin you so I made a promise to myself. I would never start anything with you, not unless I was in love with you.” 

“You love me?” 

“It’s impossible not to.” You sigh into her, forehead pressed against hers, her strong hold not letting go. “You don’t have to say anything or do anything. I don’t expect anything in return. I just can’t live in a world where you think because you’re not experienced as some, you think you’re less than people who are.” 

“It’s true, I’m not there with everyone else and it shows.” 

“Abby, you’re not getting it.” 

“Well, no shit. I’m not good enough for any of this, you especially.” 

“It’s not…” You bite your lip as you reach for her hands on your waist, intertwining them with your own. “Abs, it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.” Your lips ghost over her lips again, but this time Abby inches closer, her breath warm as it hits your mouth. 

“What?” 

“If I was a patient person and waited for you.” 

More than before, Abby’s breath is heavy as the rise and fall of her chest is rapid, trying to calm herself down but it’s impossible when you’re this close. It’s a lot for her, maybe she’s overly sensitive, but your touch is practically lighting her on fire. Abby wonders if it will ever be able to be put out or if your magnetic touch will leave her scorned. 

Puppy eyes inwardly pleading for an ounce of your touch, so sweet as she supports your weight with her strong thighs, anchoring you to her — never quite letting go. A single glance detrimental to the layer of protection she built around herself. 

“There’s no more waiting, m’right here.” Abby closes the gap indefinitely, lips connecting with yours as they move in perfect harmony, as if this is what she was made for. Involuntarily, she whimpers in your mouth as you gently tug at her bottom nibble at her bottom lip, your tongue sliding in as it dominates her own. It happens too quickly — the way her very being melts into you. 

Like honey to a bee, there’s nothing that’s ever been so sweet. 

This is all you need. 

“Abby?” 

“Yeah, angel?” 

“Let’s get out of here.”

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Mini Fanfic #609: Nightly Company Text (Sonic Series)

Amy: Taiiiiiiiiillllllllls I'm sooooooo loneyyyyyyyyy!!!!

Tails: Why? What's wrong?

Amy: It's 9:00, Sonic's already asleep at his house, and I have literally no one else to text for the night!

Tails: So now you want me to text with for the rest of the night?

Amy: Pretty please? Ó╭╮Ò

Tails: I mean, we're already texting each other now, but sure.

Amy: Thank u, sweetie! (✿^‿^)

Tails: No problem. So what are you doing right now?

Amy: Watching some TV in the living room.

Tails: Binge watching that romantic drama show again?

Amy: It has a name, Tails!

Tails: I know that!

Amy: Oh really? Then tell me, Mr. Boy Genius. What's it's name?

.......

......

Amy: I'm waiting.....

Tails: Heartbroken Romance?

Amy: It's called theYoung and the Restless.

Tails: Oh.... Yeah. I already knew that.

Amy: ಠ_ಠ

Tails: No seriously. I'm telling the truth here.

Amy: Tails.

Tails: Yeah.

Amy: One of these days, we are going to Binge Watch that master piece of a show together.

Tails: Amy, you know I'm not interested in that kind of genre in general.

Amy: That's only cause u never gave them a fair chance! The genre itself, can show and tell amazing stories just as well as any action related stuff can!

Tails: True, but eh. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Amy: You can eh and shrug all you want, mister. You're still gonna watch it with me someday! Understood?

Tails: Yes, ma'am.....

Amy: Thank you. Now that we have that settled, u mind telling ur big sis whatcha doing right now?

Tails: We're doing the same thing you're doing right now: Watching TV in the living room.

Amy: Wait. "We?"

Tails: Coco and I. You know, the girl I told you about a few months ago, when we started to hang out.

Amy: Ohhhhhhhhh. I remember now.

Amy: ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

Tails: Amy, why did you sent me that emoji?

Amy: Taiiiiiiiiillllllllls?~

Tails: Yeahhhhhhh?

Amy: Are you absolutely certain you and that Coco girl aren't in relationship with one another?~

Tails: WHAT?! Amy, no! We're not dating!

Amy: You sure?~ Cause a certain swallow told me that you guys have been hanging out with one another a lot recently~

Tails: That's because we really like spending time with one another! A lot! That doesn't mean either of us automatically has feelings for each other!

Amy: You sure that isn't the case? You two kiddos are cute and precious together~

Tails: ಠಗಠ

Amy: Okay. Okay. I believe you. I won't pry on your adorable friendship any longer.

Tails: Thank you.

Amy: But I am going to keep gushing about you two (｡•̀ᴗ-)��

Tails: Whatever you say, sis.....

Amy: Oh don't be like that. I am really happy that u made yourself a good friend.

Tails: Yeah. I am too. Coco's amazing. She even helped me a lot, earlier today.

Amy: What do u mean?

Tails: Well.....When we first arrived at my house, I showed her the garden you helped me organized in the backyard....I got emotional when I told her about....you know who?

Amy: Oh no..... Sweetie, are u okay?

Tails: Don't worry. I am a million times better now. And I have Coco to thank for that. She was there to give all the emotional support I didn't knew I needed.

Amy: Thank goodness. I'm so glad. Once I see you tommorow morning, I am going to give the biggest hug ever!

Tails: Lol can't wait. Thank you, Amy.

Amy: No need to thank me. U know I always got your back. I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Tails: I love you too, Amy. Not sure if I told you this before, but you really are a great big sister ^_^

Amy: ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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decided to live-blog today’s episode of the owl house sooooooo Yesterday’s Lie comments + Thoughts

- aww wait i kinda like clone luz 

-  vet????

- BWAHHHHHHHHH UH OH

- omg the portal omg

-the door lmao

-dude dude dude dude dude dude dude dude

-aww thats cute, lumity brain

- are those plantains? kinning

- wait omg i love v(vee?) rip all those theories though

- girl- furries exist

-THE RATS

- big gasp

- omg he’s a witch  nvm just a redditor

- uh oh... UH OH

- Camilla, girl- open your eyes

- yeahhhhhhh vet confirmed (probably was earlier but ehh)

- GASP UH TWO????????????????????????????????

- Camilla stan 5eva

-HOW IS SHE HOLDING THE REFLECTION WITH HER HANDS????????? IS THIS A THING I SHOULD BE NOTICING

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F, L, U, Z

Hello anon! Much thanks for the ask!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 

Ooh this is a hard one! I’m going to take this to mean a full dialogue scene and not just a snippet, because I have so many favorite snippets(I love writing satisfying humor bits in where I can).

If I could answer literally all of Chapter 8 of Saudade, I would lol. Because that chapter is my literal masterpiece. But, to pick one scene, I think I really hit the nail on the head with the Zoe and Douxie rooftop love confession scene, it’s got the right mix of sweet and awkward and funny and it’s just so them(but there is a lot of dialogue in there and I can’t share it all). So like that whole scene, but I think I ended it on the perfect note that just smacks of them:

“Someone is having all kinds of thoughts,” she muses, looking up at him.

“Yeah, yeah. I can share them, if you’d like.” He smiles a little mischievously.

“Shoot, if you’re so keen on it.” Zoe copies his smile, eyes questioning but interested.  

“Well,” he starts, running a thumb down her cheek and to her jaw. “Twice in nine hundred years is nothing. I was thinking I’d like to make up for some lost time.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” Zoe answers. She meets his lips with a grin.

L: answered here!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

OOOOHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH okay okay calm down. Here goes.

(IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL(and there are more I’d list tooooo))

@nikibogwater --- Niki writes the perfect combination of found family and portrays their character dynamics so wonderfully. I could read and reread her fics literally every day, they give me so much life to see my favorite characters being the perfect family,,,,ahhhhhh!!!

@constantconfusion14  --- she writes the Douxie/Zoe dynamic sooooooo wellllll!!! I just,,, she makes them out to be the perfect teenagers but all the while not letting you forget that they’ve known each other for hundreds of years. The character interactions are just a delight to read and the humor is HILARIOUS and right up my alley. I’m actually going to reread one of her oneshots in a bit because I love it so much.

wolfepup on Ao3 --- I don’t know if I have you on tumblr,,,, if I don’t I probably wish I did lol. They have created some wonderful works that really encapsulate not only who Zoe, Douxie, and Archie are, but also written in and done some incredible world-building for a series that is just so much fun to read, it’s engaging, inspiring even.

Because I could only fit three, but I would still rant more about the rest of you if I could, please please go check out the works of @musicalskater59 (BEST JLAIRE YOU WILL EVER FIND) @feather-dancer (wonderful, wonderful oneshots with the perfect characterization (did I mention that you wrote a BEAUTIFUL song??? that fic was the sweetest btw) and I am sure that there are more of you that I’m missing, ugh.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? 

So I have actually written one work with two major characters dying in it(and a minor character) and it HURT to write and I have only reread it once to check for errors. It makes me Feel Things. I will only read major character death if it’s like a oneshot and I know that I can read it and be done, I’m not an AU person so it’s gotta be a hell of a topic/situation to get me into that. I probably won’t write much more major character death because I don’t like jumping from canon that much, but as a oneshot idea it was kinda fun.

[mamashenanigans]

Yeahhhhhhh

Been saying he’s a teen right now sooooooo

Yeahhbhhhh

It does say 15-16 btw

hc how old AFO is rn? Idk I think he’s teen-ish age

I think he's supposed to be a teenager

In the Volume 40 extras Hori said he's supposed to be either 15-16 or 16-17 here (forgot which one)

Anyways looking at the character sheet for the anime he looks bulkier there, but I think he's the same age as above. So yes a teenager I think!

[rawiswhore]

Davey Boy Smith x Fem Reader- “Me So Horny” Part 3

"Davey!" you shouted, raising your voice so the locker room will hear you. "Davey Boy!!"

Davey Boy Smith could hear you in the locker room, he had just taken a shower.

He looked at you.

"Did you hear me fucking Shawn and Billy?" you asked, pointing to them.

"I'm sure the entire locker room could hear you" Davey responded.

He knew it was your moans, he can recognize them and he saw you and 2 other wrestlers fucking.

"Y'wanna fuck me next?" you asked him, looking like a kid trying to be innocent but you're really naughty. "Y'feeling horny?

He probably is getting a rise seeing your naked body.

You actually are someone who treated him with respect and called Shawn out for being disrespectful to him in that match Davey wanted to dedicate to his sick sister, and Davey as well as the other wrestlers immediately gained more respect for you.

So, yeah, maybe he can fuck you.

"I don't mind it" he answered, a slight little smile on his face.

You're so glad he said that.

You walked up to him, only to leap onto him and wrap your legs around and behind his ass.

You also wrapped one of your arms behind his neck, holding onto him.

You basically jumped on him like you jumped on Billy.

Your other hand, however, was stroking and caressing up and down Davey's big chest.

"You're sooooooo biiiiiiiig" you purred at him. "You've got those big arms to hold me and rock me"

And those big arms of his wrapped around behind your back, he was holding you.

You then leaned your face into his and locked your lips on his, his eyes closing once you kissed him, your eyes closing when your lips ran into his.

He was trying to keep his balance when you kissed him, and the two of you began making out with one another like you made out with Shawn and Billy.

Your hand on his chest crawled up to the back of his head, your hand running through his short hair.

For a guy with short hair, he's hot and sexy. And British!

Though, hmmmmm, to bang him while he's standing up or sitting on the bench?

While the two of you were kissing one another, you rammed your tongue into his mouth, and he responded back, by what else?

Sliding his tongue into your mouth.

The two of yours tongues licked one another, exploring one another's mouths, the tip of your tongue licking and flicking the tip of his tongue as well as on top of his tongue.

He actually broke the kiss between the two of you, pulling your face away from his.

"Hey, y'wanna start fuckin' now?" Davey asked you. "I could suck yer tits and do all that stuff Billy and Shawn were doin' while we fuck"

(I didn't mean to mispell "your", he pronounced words like your "yer")

He has such a British accent on him, not a snooty, classy, posh one, but more along the lines of a Scottish accent.

"That's what I was wondering" you answered. "Should we do it while you're holding me and you're standing up or should we sit on the bench like Billy and Shawn?"

"Les do it while standin' up" Davey suggested. "You haven't done it with me holdin' you up in the air"

(I meant to mispell "let's", he had a pretty heavy British accent)

He's so big, much bigger than you are.

"I guess we could" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders and smiling.

But before the two of you could start fucking, Davey slid his hands to the front of his jeans, where he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

He then moved his hands to his hips, letting the tips of his fingers slide down his jeans and underwear, and gripped onto the sides of his jeans.

He pulled his jeans and underwear down, all the way down until his erection escaped out of his underwear.

Once his erection was freed out of his underwear, he put his hands on your hips, where he slid you down enough until your pussy was sliding further down his shaft.

Your pussy hole was consuming and swallowing his cock, until it reached the very bottom.

When it reached the very bottom, he lifted you up his shaft, only for you to go down it again.

He proceeded to push his cock back and forth inside your pussy hole, whereas you bounced and rode up and down his shaft like the previous two men.

Your hands were wrapped behind his neck, fingers laced in each other, you were trying your best to hold onto him.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!!!" you cried out, your eyes closed and mouth open.

"That's it, love, that's it" Davey purred, trying to sound sexy.

While he was fucking you, he leaned his face into your neck and gave several kisses to your front neck.

He sometimes slid his lips down the middle of your neck as well as let his lips glide down the left and right sides of your neck.

One thing you regret not doing with the previous two men as well as this current one is not letting your lips slide down their necks and kissing their necks, but...whatever.

And speaking of regrets, you wonder if you should've done some foreplay before the two of you started fucking each other.

When Davey wasn't burying his face in your neck, he also leaned his face into your face and tried kissing your lips, where you could feel his lips touch yours.

Your face leaned into his face, stretching your neck out, and you tried kissing his lips.

Even though it probably will be impossible to kiss him, there is something he wants to do with you.

He lifted you up a few inches above his head, so his lips could wrap around your nipple.

He leaned his face into your nipple, where he tried wrapping his mouth around your nipple and began trying to suck your nipple.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh Davey!" you cried out over him sucking your nipple.

He was surprisingly doing a good job trying to suck your nipple while fucking you and standing up.

He wishes he could pleasure your other breast while he's fucking you, and maybe he could.

Since your legs were wrapped tightly around his hips and you were holding onto him, he held you with his arm draped across the bottom of your back.

His other hand moved to your other breast, where he proceeded to squeeze it, sometimes even fondle and caress it, as well as tweak your nipple with his fingers.

"Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaaahhh!" you moaned as he did this to you.

One of your hands behind his neck crawled up behind his head, your fingers roaming through his short, fuzzy hair.

His index and middle fingers pressed a bit on your nipple, squeezing that nipple.

He sucked this nipple until he was getting tired of it, then he moved his face over to the next nipple, his hand on your nipple moving out of the way to make room for his face.

He proceeded to wrap his lips around this nipple, sucking it like he was a baby breastfeeding.

He then wrapped one arm behind your back trying to hold you, whereas his other arm behind your back let his hand slide and glide up your skin until it stopped at the breast he previously sucked.

Feeling his hand touch your skin felt so good, tingles were traveling through your body as he did this.

When his hand met your breast he previously sucked, he caressed and squeezed it like it was a stress ball almost, fondling and playing with it.

He also let the pad of his index finger run around in circles over your areola, feeling its wetness courtesy of his saliva.

That index finger was joined by his thumb, that helped tweak and turn your nipple.

"Omigodddddddd!" you cried and whined as he was banging and fucking you. "Don't stop!"

And he won't stop until he finally cums.

Meanwhile, while Davey was fucking you, Sunny moved onto Billy Gunn and was cleaning his penis off with her mouth!

5 bucks says she's gonna do this to Davey after he cums and you fuck the next guy, especially considering there's rumors she and Davey have hooked up!

Davey's been fucking you for quite a long time now, such a long time, that finally, his cock released his sperm out of his penis slit and inside your pussy hole.

He held you closer once he had came inside you.

He let his penis just stay inside your pussy without thrusting in and out of it when he came.

And after he ejaculated, his hands behind your back moved to your hips, where he held your hips and lifted you off of his cock until his penis left your cunt.

His penis was now limp, flaccid and covered in cum.

[ashildrxclara]

Daleks love their sing-a-longs.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #401: MDL #1: Pyrrha and Nora

JNPRO Residents.....

Pyrrha: (Eyes Widened and Gasps at The Kitchen Table full of Nicely Made Breakfast Meals) Oscar....you made all of this for us?

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) Kind of. I had help from Ren. (Waves at Ren at the Living Room Sofa)

Ren: (Waves Back at Oscar While Enjoying his Cup of Coffee)

Pyrrha: (Almost at a Lost of Words) Oscar...this is-

Nora: IS THAT A LITERAL STACKS OF PANCAKES?!!!!

Oscar: Yep. And it's all made just for-

Nora: YEAHHHHHHH!!!! (Immediately Rushes over the Kitchen Table and Enjoy her Stacks of Pancakes)

Oscar: -yours......('Sigh') I know Nora loves pancakes, but this is starting to get ridiculous now....

Pyrrha: (Giggles Softly)

Fifteen Minutes of Breakfast Later.....

Nora: ('Sighs Relaxingly and Satisfyingly') Oh my gosh...That was sooooooo goooood.....

Oscar: I'm really glad you guys liked it.

Pyrrha: (Smiles Softly as she uses a Napkin to Politely Wipe the Crumbs off the side of her Lip) Oh, Oscar. We loved it. Thank you so much.

Nora: (Smiles Softly at her Baby) Yeah....Thanks, Sweetie-Pie-

*Ahem*

The duo looks back at their boyfriend Ren, who Glares at them Disappointedly.

Pyrrha: (Giggles Softly at how Cute Ren's Glare really is) You too, Ren~

Nora: You're the best, Renny-Kins!~ (Happily Blow Kisses Towards Ren)

Ren: (Nodded Satisfyingly while Enjoying the Rest of his Coffee)

Nora: (Giggles Softly) Anywho....This might the best Mother's Day yet.

Oscar: There's still one more thing I wanna give you girls today. (Hands out an sealed Envelope to Pyrrha and Nora)

Nora: Aww~ You wrote a letter for us?

Oscar: Yeah. (Rub the Back of his head Back and Forth) Jaune and Ren already brought amazing gifts that I'd figured I write you a letter about how you two mean to me.

Pyrrha: Oscar, you know we would love anything you get for us.

Oscar: I know, but I already kind of decided on giving you this letter instead. Still....I hope you like it.

Nora: We are going to love it, sweetie! (Rip open the Envelope, Took out her Reading Glasses, and Starts Reading the Letter) (*Clears Throat*) Dear Pyrrha and Nora, I wrote this letter to you on Mother's Day today to tell you how much the both of you mean to me. (Awww~) Nora, back when we first met in Mistral, you were one of the few people in our group of friends who treated me with kindness and care. The moment you treated me like I was your own son was weird at first. But throughout our journey together, i realize now that it meant more than just some phase....To me, it meant....(Tears Start Coming up on her eyes) that you really love me and that you want to protect with everything you got regardless of who I am. ('Sniff') Even if we're not Blood Related....('Sniff') You were....and will always be the Best Lightning Mom that I ever have. (Drop the letter Down on table and Starts Crying her eyes out)

Pyrrha: (Picks up the letter and Continues Reading) Pyrrha, we hardly knew each other. In fact, after we saved you from Salem's grasp, I could've sworn you would give me the Cold Shoulder because of Ozpin being in my self conscious. But instead..... You treated me like I really am my own person. You even encouraged me to be the best I can be everyday and that I DO belong on this team...this family just as much as you are. And I just want you to know that to me, I don't see a Maiden.....All I see is Pyrrha Nikos....A Fearless Warriors....A Trustworthy Friend.....An Amazing Girlfriend of Three.....(Tears Coming up on her Eyes).....And.....('Sniff') A Very Loving Mother......S-So no matter what happens in this world going forward.....

Nora: (Continues Reading the Letter with Teary Eyes) J-J-Just know that I will ALWAYS love you two forever and all Eternal... Because you, Ren, and Jaune mean more to me than my companions..... Y-You're all my family....Whom I Love Very Much....

Pyrrha/Nora: ('Sniff') Sincerely.....Oscar Everlynn Pines.....(Turns to Oscar in Teary Eyes)

Oscar: Soooooooooo? What do you guys-

Pyrrha/Nora: OH, OSCAR!!!!! (Rushes over and Gives Oscar a Big, Loving Group Hug) THANK YOUUUUUUUUU!!!

Pyrrha: That was the sweetest letter we've ever read......

Oscar: (Genuinely Surprised) Seriously? You guys really like it?

Nora: Sweetie, we LOVE it! But we love you so much more and then some! Momma's sweet baby boi~ (Gives Oscar a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

Pyrrha: Oscar, you mean a lot to both of us just as much as Jaune and Ren does. We're all so blessed to have you in our family. (Kiss Oscar on the other side of his cheek Before Crying Again with Nora while Holding their Farm Prince Close to them)

Oscar: (Smiles Sincerely at two of his Moms) You Guys.....I love you too. (Happily Hugs his Moms Back) (Wow.....That went a lot well than I thought it did.....This really might be the Best Mother's Day yet)

@optimisticfruitcup

@albion-93

@keyenuta

@maripr

@miki-13

@ma-lemons

@rozanime

[tsukacchako]

GODDDDD yeah :[[[[ i feel like hed obviously pick trix over cindy though, cause like yeah id pick my real sister over someone who is just like a sister, but itd definitely hurt a lot

RAAAA THEYRE SOOOOOOO :[[[[[[[[[[[[[ they make me SICK /pos

YEAHHHHHHH but i imagine her shittalking him is so funny ... "and then he just fucking STOOD there like a fucking loser!!!!!! he didnt help me at all!!!!!!! bad at his "job"!!!!!!" like she'd say things that dont really matter but that shes angry about T-T but god ... the difference .... sobbing .... i need the rope ......

heading into ur inbox to selfishly ask about what vics thoughts are about cindy when they first meet vs after trix joins!!

also, i dont want ankoku to ever escape or anything but do you think vic would ever hear about him from someone (he wouldve been The Watcher for 3 years now so if other people couldve met him)? if so, what are his thoughts on him?

RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER dw its not selfish in fact i will go crazy whenever i get to talk about the guys <3

honestly, to vic, cindy was at first just another straggler that he had to take off the streets before something bad happened to her. he didn't have much of an opinion, used to keeping his distance in case the person he brought in left the group. however, there's always a feeling in the back of his head that those who are hurt by Alien Stage deserve to be protected (because trix wasn't) so he wants her to thrive

they obviously become closer over time, and after trix joins the resistance, not much changes. he feels like he needs to protect them both, that he needs to make sure that both stay safe for his own sanity. he does view cindy as another little sister, and is honestly really relieved that the two were already close and get along. he'd probably be really stressed out if he had to choose between one or the other, at least he doesn't have to!

i'm not entirely sure vic would hear about ankoku unless it was from trix, and since trix's view on him is a little warped, his view would also be warped, thinking its weird that there's someone who has to watch over the contestants. he does feel there is an injustice to making a human work like that for aliens though, and would probably want to free him like he wants to free everyone hurt by Alien Stage.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #458: Beach Day (Sonic)

12:30 p.m. at Emerald Coast......

Sonic: ('Sighs Relaxingly') The beach....A place for rest, relaxation....

Tails: (Smiles Brightly while Holding a Surfboard) And for some good ol' fashioned surfing! (Turns to Sonic) You wanna come with?

Sonic: No can do, lil' bro. You know me and water don't mix together. Besides, what if I slip and fell off those bad boys?

Tails: (Gives Sonic a "Really?" Look) Sonic, I've seen you rode a snowboard and Extreme Gear with little to no problem.

Sonic: ('Scoffs') Well that because neither of them are nowhere near as slippery. (Stares at Tails' Surfboard) I mean, look at that thing.....(Stutters at the Thought of Slipping off of Surfboards in the middle of an Ocean) I don't trust them already.....

Tails: Sonic, you gotta get over your fear of water eventually.....

Sonic: Yeahhhhhhh.....Not in a million years. (Ruffles the top of Tails' Hair) Why don't you go on ahead and enjoy the waves for yourself, bud. But don't enjoy too much, ya hear? I don't want you to drown.

Tails: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes and Walking Away) Okay, dad. I'll be careful-

???: And where do you think you're going, young man?

Tails: (Stop and Turn to see Amy Giving him her Usual Big Sister Glare Towards him with a Sunscreen Bottle in her Hand) Oh. Amy. I was...uhhh....about to catch some waves and stuff....

Amy: Not without sunscreen you're not.

Tails: ('Sigh') But-

Amy: No buts, mister. Do you have any idea what happens when you stand above the sun for too long? You get sunburns! And I don't want that for you.

Tails: You're really that worried about me, huh?

Amy: The essence of being a big sister knows no bounds, sweetie. Now come here so put some sunscreen on you.

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly) Better listen to your big sis, bud. She knows what's best after-

Amy: You too, Sonic.

Sonic: Yeah- (Eyes Widened) Wait. What?

Amy: You heard me. I want you to join us here so I could put sunscreen on you too.

Sonic: Ah c'mon, Ames....I wasn't going to go anywhere or anything.

Amy: I know. But I wanna make extra sure just in case. Like last time.

Tails: (Starts Snickering) You actually let Amy put sunscreen on you before?

Sonic: (Starts Blushing) It was only one time, Tails!

Amy: Three times, actually. ('Sighs Dreamingly') All of which were such a romantic moment~

Sonic: Not helping, Ames.......

Amy: Well, it's the honest truth, 'hon. But in the meantime, I want you two to sit down so I can put sunscreen on your backs.

Sonic/Tails: Yes, ma'am.......

Once the trio made their way to their spot at the beach. Amy begins to slowly but surely put sunscreen lotion onto Sonic and Tails' backs, while the both of them put some on each of their arms.

???: Is that you, Sonic?

Sonic: (Begins to Smile Brightly Once he Turns to see Espio sitting Few Feet Away from the trio's Spot) Yo, Espio! Long time no see my man.

Amy/Tails: (Happily Waves at Espio)

Espio: Likewise. But if you don't mind asking, what exactly are three of you doing?

Tails: Letting Amy put sunscreen on our backs.

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) I wanna make sure my boys stay safe from sunburns.

Espio: I see. So I'm guessing the essence of being a girlfriend knows no bounds then?

Sonic: You have no idea, man..... But enough about us. What are you doing here?

Espio: I'm here on a vacation of sorts, waiting for the team, Cream, and Ms. Vanilla to arrive since I got here a bit earlier.

Amy: Awww~ You guys are on a family vacation already?

Espio: More or less. (Chuckle Lightly) I suppose our bonds with one another has gotten stronger to the point of being an actual family.

Tails: (Turns to Amy) Hey, that's kind of like our relationship, sis.

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) You know it, sweetie! (Gives Tails a Kiss on the top of his head)

Sonic: (Whispers to Espio with a Sheepish Smile) Amy adopted Tails as her little brother not too long ago.

Espio: (Nodded) Gotcha. (Turns to Amy and Tails) I suppose a congratulation is in order.

Amy/Tails: (Smiles Brightly) Thank you!/Thanks!

???: Espio!

Espio: (Smiles Softly once he Turns to see Silver and Blaze Making their towards his Spot) You two came.

Silver: (Gives Espio a Loving Hug with a Bright Smile) Of course we did. There's no way we would miss beach time with you guys! (Gives Espio a Kiss on the Cheek on his side)

Blaze: (Joins in on the Hug) We wanted to make sure we got everything before we got here. (Gives Espio a Kiss on the Other Cheek on her Side) You missed us?~

Espio: (Blushes into a Different Color While Hugging Both Silver and Blaze) Very~

Amy: ('GASPS') !!!!!!

Sonic: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) NO WAY!!!

Tails: (Already Starting to Get Embarrssed by his two Siblings) People are about to stare, you guys....

Blaze: (Turns towards the Trio) Oh. It's been a while, you guys.

Silver: (Smiles Brightly) How's it going?

Sonic: (Points at Espio) Y-You.....(Then Towards Blaze) A-And her?.....(Then Towards Silver) A-A-And him?!....A-All of you?!

Amy: You three of you are DATING?!

Espio: (Smiles Softly) Yes.....(Gently Holds Both of Silver and Blaze's Hands) Yes we are.

Tails: (Smiles Softly) Wow, you guys. Con-

Amy: CONGRATULATIONS!!!~ (Begins to Squeal Happily While Giving the Couple a Big Hug) We are sooooooo happy for you guys!!~

Tails: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah.....What she said.

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) I say! This is way past cool. When did all this happened?

Espio: Not too long ago really. The three of us started to go on missions together ever since Vector appointed Silver and Blaze as honorary members of the Chaotix. As time goes on, We.....(Starts Blushing a Little) started to have feelings for one another....which led all of us to confessed those feelings towards one another.

Blaze: (Starts Blushing while Smiling Lovingly Towards her Boys) And we love each other ever since~

Silver: (Smiles Brightly while Blushing as Well) Now and hopefully forever more~

And with that Blaze and Silver begins to kiss both of Espio's cheeks. Which instantly causes him to change into a completely different color.

Sonic: (Starts Snickering) You change colors every time they kiss you?

Espio: ('Sigh') Yes..... It's the nature of a chameleon unfortunately......

Blaze: (Pouts at Espio) Espio! It is not unfortunate!

Silver: (Pouts at Espio as well) Yeah!! It's cute and precious. Just like you!~

Espio: (Immediately Changes into a Different Color) Y-Yes....(*Clears Throat*) Well....

Amy: Oh my gosh! This is literally too adorable for words!!~ We HAVE to go on six-way date one of these days!

Sonic: (Shrugged) Why wait when we can go on one later on today?

Silver: (Smiles Brightly) Nice!

Blaze: (Smiles Softly) That sounds like a great idea, Sonic.

Espio: (Smiles Softly) We would like that very much.

Tails: I dunno....I think I'll might pass on this one.....

Amy: (Eyes Widened in Shock) What?! B-But why not?

Tails: (Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) It's cause I'm the only one out of the five of you guys, who isn't dating. I don't wanna slow you down by being the sixth wheel.....

Sonic: (Place his Hand on Tails' Shoulder) Buddy, you won't slow any of us down or be some kind of "sixth wheel".

Blaze: (Smiles Softly) Sonic's right, Tails. We would love nothing more than for you to join us.

Amy: (Gently Grabs both of Tails' Hands while Giving him the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) We promise we'll have an amazing time together if you give this chance. Pretty pleeeeeease?~ With a cherry on top?~

Tails: (Finally Begins to Giggle Softly from Amy's Puppy Dog Look) Okay. Okay. I guess it wouldn't to tag along with guys. But I'm only doing this because I'm not a fan of seeing my big sister sad.

Amy: (Squeals in Joy as She Pulls Tails in for a Big, Loving Hug)

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright! A date it is then!

@keyenuta

@26shann

@albion-93

@cyber-wildcat

@miki-13

@ma-lemons